I wonder how much of Putin’s recent moves to support Assad in Syria are a post-Crimea attempt to reassure allies that hosting Russian bases is still a positive.
Various depictions of the “People’s Spring” of 1848, such as the Battle of Buda, the Five Days of Milan, the slaughter of Galician nobles by Polish peasants, the declaration of the Serbian Vojvodina, the short-lived victory by the revolutionaries in Berlin, and the victorious return of Royal Danish troops from the First Schleswig War.
It’s most logical to conceive of Billy Jack as a dream-movie accidentally created by a spiritually confused, LSD-addled 19-year-old who fell asleep in the early 1970s while watching a weird, humorless movie about a half-Native American/half-Caucasian warrior who does not want to fight, because he’s too good…
…The 19-year-old decides to go outside and attempt to purge the confusing jumble of images and messages from his head, but first, he catches intriguing, perplexing flashes of two more television programs—one a PBS documentary on alternative forms of schooling, and the other on Native American spirituality. It’s understandable why he’s confused: It’s not as if vigilante crime movies naturally segue into demonstrations of improvisational comedy technique and then into rage-filled acoustic musical interludes. Yet Billy Jack contains all of the above.
A film this violently contradictory makes no sense. Yet Billy Jack not only exists, it was the fifth top-grossing film of 1971[.]
In like, middle or high school once or twice we had the option to fill out some Scantron survey, turn it and $5 in at homeroom, and get back these and a ranked list of who in the school we should be dating.
Now that I write that out, it sounds kinda weird, doesn’t it?
The highstrung thing absolutely. I’m near impossible to shock or scare, but I’ve got an absurd startle reflex to the point that if I walk into a room and see someone I’m close and comfortable with, who I knew was active in the house but had not known was in this room specifically, I’ll jump straight out of my skin.
Look at those pictures in the hospital gown. That’s from the E. coli thing, but more importantly holy shit I’d hit that. Between the pictures, the makeup, some of the clothes and accessories, I’m realizing I was a lot more femme a lot later than I’d remembered.
Isn’t that just the normal way to hold cellular phones? I’m very confused now. I’m going to work on my cross stitch for a while to get my mind off of it. By the way, young lady, shouldn’t you be asleep at this hour?
Okay so maybe I see your point. But only when I have my reading glasses on.
Taylor Swift is her audience as they see themselves, that’s her thing she’s her audience as they see themselves, and when her audience comes around to seeing themselves as fuckable office moms (and they will, and it will blindside you because you’ll expect 2020 to act like 2015 same as you expected 2015 to act like 1998) she will be the MOST fuckable office mom holy shit
OK you know how she has distinctlooks for each 2 year album/tour cycle? The 1989 tour ended on December 12, and since then her styling’s subtlychanged such that her nasiolabial folds and superficial neck muscles are noticeably more prominent. Just saying.
(She’s 26, which is sliiiightly above American mothers’ mean age at first birth. I’m not even going to bother trying to work out the number for unmarried non-Hispanic white non-college centimillionaires.)
elaienar said: That’s terrifying and I approve 100%.
WELL HERE IS THE THING, RIGHT? black holes you basically literally have to be in their gravity like pretty much on top of them to be sucked in. so that’s not really an issue. it’s TERRIFYING sure, but explains a few things which I will list:
my astronomy teacher said if you were somehow able to survive entering a black hole and reached the bottom or singularity, the way time works is that you would be able to see the entire universe laid out - like you’d know when the universe ended if you looked back outwards
which falls into line with the idea that the angels know all of time and everything except when it will all end precisely (or scientifically, the collapse of this universe is unknown, but supposing angels were black holes they would see until this unknown point)
matter falling into a black hole creates a disc of light which is probably among the literal BRIGHTEST things in the universe
there are angels which are supposed to be the wheels of God’s Chariot, so it would make sense if, according to theories, that there ARE massive blackholes at the center of all galaxies which is what cause them to rotate, and those black holes are angels which make the galaxy spin.
black holes were formed sometime after the big bang, which lines into the story of creation, that the angels came after the universe.
angels can choose to physically manifest like humans, but aren’t actually. it’s said that you cannot survive looking at them or hearing them directly. NASA says that the “note” a black hole emits is the deepest sound found in the universe. i am just guessing here but you would probably die if you heard it up close instead of a bazillion light years away. ALSO side note cool fact apparently that “note”: “…It’s worth pointing out that the “sound” in question is 57 octaves (and one semitone) below middle C, which makes it 247×2−57≈1.71×10−15Hz, or one whole cycle every 18.5 million years.” CRAZY RIGHT although apparently some sing other notes and basically if there’s anything people know about angels it is that they DEFINITELY SING. anyways you can’t see black holes but you can see the things around them and the soundwaves surrounding them.
also apparently scientists picked up a death “scream” of a star falling into a black hole but like…
anyways literally every angel is terrifying BE NOT AFRAID “haha okay but i’m crying though is that cool”
black holes are probably angels. i’m just saying.
this is exactly the kind of weird christian gnostic-empiricist apologia i like to see on my dash
The more an alt-right nerd uses the word “cuck” the more I assume that their porn folder is loaded with skeezy types of interracial porn
(#It’s just such a strange fixation on a concept #like the ‘refugees are stylish and muscular and after our women and are irresistible’)
IT’S JUST ::BIOTRUTHS::
I think you could create a more palatable word that would contain the same linguistic information that cuck does i.e. that your cultural and genetic heritage is not virulent enough to survive.
The working part of the metaphor as originally used wasn’t “dispossession by racial others” or even “dispossession of your posterity”, it was “enthusiastic participation in your own dispossession”.
2015: Save a life, surrender that knife!
2020: Don’t be a dork, surrender that fork!
2025: Don’t be a buffoon, surrender that spoon!
2030: Get the jist, ban your fists!
When I was at the dojo in Echo Park we had a Frenchman (a DJ, cuz obvs, this was the blog house era) who showed up fighting Savate.
He’d just slap you in the face over and over until you started putting your hands high to block, at which point he’d start kicking. It was infuriating, cuz bruh if I was willing to hit you in the face I’d lay you out.
One day a guest sensei was in doing a seminar and was selecting him for a spar. Our rule for kicks was “practice high” - go for the upper thigh at lowest - “fight low”, cuz in a real fight (but NOT with your friends) you really wanted to collapse their knee in.
Dude warned him about his kicks, dude warned him again, then he slammed the frog against a wall and thrashed him. Never saw him again.
