Philando Castile was gunned down when he was legally carrying a firearm…
This girl and people like her are the poison that sicken america. This girl is being glorified by american terrorists, fascists, racists, and war mongers, never let the outrage die, it’s how they win and this contry cant afford that anymore
some ppl are saying in the comments that she’s signaling her willingness to stand up to a corrupt government which i hear ya but we know white ppl’s idea of “corrupt government” is one in which white christians don’t have a monopoly on power. that’s why the same military-worshipping goon ready to strip citizenship from anyone “disrespecting” the troops and who invariably takes the side of the cops when they execute a black person in the street is also obsessed with arming themselves against some tyrannical government. it makes no sense until you consider that the only government they’re arming themselves against is one they fear may not serve white christian nationalist purposes.
the interesting and paradoxical thing about Dionysos is that this historically ancient god is perennially depicted as newly arriving everywhere he goes. in other words he is a god of beginnings: when you first start to fall in love or get drunk or have an idea—that is the intoxication called Dionysos, new every time.
I know a lot of people can’t stand this stupid royal wedding nonsense, but for me this really is sickening to watch. Prince Harry gets to marry his Canadian finance while my partner and I have been separated by immigration laws for 4 years and counting. Never allowed to marry or even LIVE TOGETHER IN THE SAME COUNTRY.
What makes their situation any different from ours? Money.
In order for me to immigrate with my British partner he is required to me making an income of over £18,900 per year. (Which might seem reasonable to americans but Only 14% of British citizens make enough money to meet the spouse immigration requirements!)
Of course, because the royal family are wealthy nobility they can bypass any immigration requirements and live happily ever after, while tens of thousands of families are separated by the insane financial requirements of British marriage immigration visas.
I don’t mean to “reblog beg” but it would really help if you reblogged this to get this information out there. One of the reasons these visa restrictions are still in place is because people aren’t even aware they exist.
I’m going to save up for a new motorcycle by running a scam where I bet straight dudes at bars twenty bucks that I can get a girl’s number in under five minutes and then politely walk up her and say, “I just bet that asshole twenty bucks that I could get your number. I’ll split it with you if you pretend to laugh like I just said a good pick up line and then write a fake number on my hand.”
Like, I never understood those kind of bets in those shitty teen movies. Everybody loves being part of a scheme, man. Use your head.
If anyone ever does this to me I’ll call them out on being a con artist.
Joke’s on you, buddy. That’ll only have consequences the first, what, couple dozen times? I can take a punch.
But then eventually, I’ll have money for the bike, and whenever I get called out, I’ll just speed off, and, sure, maybe I crash and die in a gutter and the police can’t figure out why I have hundreds of fake phone numbers stuffed in my jacket and it launches a huge investigation that becomes sort of a local legend, but you know whose problem that is? Not fucking mine.
Because I’m a slutty motorcycle ghost, and who’s gonna’ stop me then? The ghost cops? Nice try. Everybody knows cops can’t become ghosts because they just go straight to hell. It’s basic math.
Moral of the story, don’t be a con artist or you will die in a horrible accident and become a lonely ghost.
First of all, don’t you ever accuse me of having morals, narrative or otherwise, ever again.
And second, where did I say I’d be lonely? I’d be a ghost on a motorcycle. That’s the sexiest thing that there is. You look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t bone Ghostrider. Look me in the goddamn eyes.
Story time: years ago, a horrible acquaintance of mine offered another acquaintance of mine twenty dollars to “go over to that redhead and ask her if the carpet matches the drapes.” This is according to Acquaintance #2, who related the story afterwards. He says he immediately thought “hey, I’ll go tell that woman this guy paid me to say something sexist and offer to split the $20 if she acts shocked and slaps me,” but wisely decided to first ask Acquaintance #1 for the money up front and he hadn’t got it.
Mooncustafer 