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Life, Memes, and Respect: Washington, D.C FOX The flag at the White House flies at half-staff in "solemn respect" for the victims killed at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh over the weekend.
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The flag at the White House flies at half-staff in "solemn respect" for the victims killed at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh over the weekend.

The flag at the White House flies at half-staff in "solemn respect" for the victims killed at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh over ...

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Alive, Beautiful, and Children: THE LAST DAYS OF POMPEII
 distrust: whatever the wishes of the mind, | love to train, to ripen their minds-to unfold
 the animal frame was well fitted to executethe sweet blossom of their hidden passion:s,
 them; the wiry muscles of the throat, the in order to prepare the fruit to my taste. I
 hraad chest, the nervous hands and lea loathe your ready-made and ripened courte
 aunt arms, which were bared above the sans; it is in the soft and unconscious prog
 napable alike of ress of innocence to desire that I find the
 sive endurance. true charm of love: it is thus that I defy
 ian to this fas- satiety; and by contemplating the freshness
 you ha e improved the of others, I sustain the freshness of my own
 tue much attending to my sensations. From the young hearts of my
 suggestion; and your verses are excellent. ictis I draw the ingredients of the caldron
 Always prophesy good fortupe, unless there in which I re-yout y. But enough of
 s an absolute impossibility oits fulilment." this: to the subject before us. You know,
 tin, that in Neapolis some time since I en
 ntered Ione and Apæcides, brother and
 er, the children of Athenians who had
 andare the to be at rest- at Neapolis. The death of their
 for rest prays the mariner in the Ægean sea,rents, who knew and esteemed me, consti
 or at least so says Horace;-can the mariner tuted me their g. I was not unmind
 be more an rest in the sea than when e is at fal of the trust. The youth, docile and mild,
 el lily to the impression I sought to
 on him. Next to woman, I love the
 lections of my ancestral land; I love
 to propagate on distant shores
 her colonies perchance yet people),
 her dark and mystic creeds. It may be that
 " Assuredly," replied the priest, leading it pleases me to delude mankind, while I thus
 he way to one of the small chambers which serve the deities. To Apæcides I taught the
 urrounded th open gate. Here they seated solemn faith of Isis. I unfolded to him
 rea
 the
 cinating flan
 voice of the stat
 iphave we ot
 s beautiful,
 he botton of it?"
 to other mattes you can admit meio
 one of your less sacred apartments?"
 which h
 hsomething of those sublime allegories which
 are couched beneath her worship. I excited
 winein a soul peculiarly alive to religious fer
 which while the companions partook, a
 r- 1 that enthusiasm which imagination begets on
 tain, drawn across the entrance opening to faith. I have placed him amongst you: he
 the court, concealed them rom e, b
 is one of you"
 admonished them by the thinness of the par-"He is so," said Calenus: "but in thus
 sition to speak low, or to speak no secrets: stimulating his faith, you have robbed him
 of wisdom. He is horror-struck that he is
 , in a voice no longer duped; our sage delusions, our
 ues and secret staircases, dis
 was its sound, at it has ever been may and revolt him; he pines; he wastes
 my maxim to attach yself to the young. away; he mutters to himself; he refuses to
 From their flexile and unformed minds I can share our ceremonies. He has been known
 coye out my fittest tools. I weaveI warp to frequent the company of men suspected
 mould them at my will.e Q the men I of adherence to that new and atheistical creed
 the which denies all our gods, and terms our
 oracles the inspirations of that malevolent
 ·n | spirit of which eastern tradition speaks. Our
 oracles-alas ! we know well whose inspira-
 ernative.
 Arbaces,
 air, so soft and in speaking stat
 favorite
 dstorted his ungainly features
 " Yes, I do not disguise it; woman is the tions they are."
 main object, the great appetite, of my soul.This is what I feared," said Arbace
 As you feed the victim for the slaughter, musingly, "from various reproaches he made
 love to rear the votaries of my pleasure. I me when I last saw him. Of late he hath
Children, Crying, and Family: NOT AGAIN CHARLOTESVILLE revolutionaryeye: hookahbird: makeup-wonder-woman: rootbeergoddess: wildlythoughtfulsquid: SERIOUSLY I am going to print this out and plaster it everywhere I go my heart just broke Not gonna lie; I’m on the verge of tears right now.Because this is what I see every night when I come into work. I work at a Jewish-run elder care non-profit. Even in the memory care unit, we’re seeing a rise in the residents’ anxiety levels, to the point where they’ve had to stop turning on the TV news stations (and these residents still love the news). Multiple residents are direct survivors of the Shoah; some barely escaped, and almost all of them lost family members in death camps. One resident was one of the children saved by the Kindertransport. Many other residents tell me stories of when they were kids, how their neighborhoods were destroyed and relocated and of the siblings and parents they no longer have. One newer resident was finally starting to settle in when Charlottesville happened. Even though we immediately changed the channel, she was shaken. She was inconsolable for hours. When I left for the night, she was still crying and refused to leave her room. Even now, weeks after the direct event, she still is wary to come to programs, fearing that if she is away from her room too long that her possessions and place will be stolen from her like they were in 1938. Even with dementia, even with Alzheimers, these residents remember what happened. They cannot forget their lost loved ones. They cannot forget the things stolen from them. They cannot forget, period.Because this fight against Neo-Nazis isn’t just a theoretical thing. These groups know that people are forgetting about Shoah; they take great strength knowing that people from that generation are dying. When they regard WWII as a “dark cloud” hanging over the heads of this generation, it is not with a solemn regard, with they knowledge that we must not forget lest we repeat our mistakes. These White supremacists, these White Neo-Nazis, see Shoah remembrance as something they will gladly eradicate. When people gladly throw out the Nazi salute, chant the 14 words, or march under the banner of “hail victory,” they are two things and two things only – Nazi apologists and Nazi supporters.Shoah survivors are not gone. They are still here. We need to stop ignoring that this normalization of Nazis marching in the street harms real people. It’s not just ideas. It’s not just “free speech”.We cannot forget. We cannot forget. We cannot forget. Remembering is not enough.Sorrow is not enough.They are in our midst againWe need to know how to stop them:- https://socialistworker.org/2017/07/03/what-strategies-will-stop-the-far-right
Children, Crying, and Family: NOT AGAIN
 CHARLOTESVILLE
revolutionaryeye:

hookahbird:

makeup-wonder-woman:

rootbeergoddess:


wildlythoughtfulsquid:
SERIOUSLY
I am going to print this out and plaster it everywhere I go


my heart just broke

Not gonna lie; I’m on the verge of tears right now.Because this is what I see every night when I come into work. I work at a Jewish-run elder care non-profit. Even in the memory care unit, we’re seeing a rise in the residents’ anxiety levels, to the point where they’ve had to stop turning on the TV news stations (and these residents still love the news). Multiple residents are direct survivors of the Shoah; some barely escaped, and almost all of them lost family members in death camps. One resident was one of the children saved by the Kindertransport. Many other residents tell me stories of when they were kids, how their neighborhoods were destroyed and relocated and of the siblings and parents they no longer have. One newer resident was finally starting to settle in when Charlottesville happened. Even though we immediately changed the channel, she was shaken. She was inconsolable for hours. When I left for the night, she was still crying and refused to leave her room. Even now, weeks after the direct event, she still is wary to come to programs, fearing that if she is away from her room too long that her possessions and place will be stolen from her like they were in 1938. Even with dementia, even with Alzheimers, these residents remember what happened. They cannot forget their lost loved ones. They cannot forget the things stolen from them. They cannot forget, period.Because this fight against Neo-Nazis isn’t just a theoretical thing. These groups know that people are forgetting about Shoah; they take great strength knowing that people from that generation are dying. When they regard WWII as a “dark cloud” hanging over the heads of this generation, it is not with a solemn regard, with they knowledge that we must not forget lest we repeat our mistakes. These White supremacists, these White Neo-Nazis, see Shoah remembrance as something they will gladly eradicate. When people gladly throw out the Nazi salute, chant the 14 words, or march under the banner of “hail victory,” they are two things and two things only – Nazi apologists and Nazi supporters.Shoah survivors are not gone. They are still here. We need to stop ignoring that this normalization of Nazis marching in the street harms real people. It’s not just ideas. It’s not just “free speech”.We cannot forget. We cannot forget. We cannot forget.

Remembering is not enough.Sorrow is not enough.They are in our midst againWe need to know how to stop them:- https://socialistworker.org/2017/07/03/what-strategies-will-stop-the-far-right

revolutionaryeye: hookahbird: makeup-wonder-woman: rootbeergoddess: wildlythoughtfulsquid: SERIOUSLY I am going to print this out and p...

Beautiful, Bless Up, and Chicago: l just rescued this beautiful girl, and she is sleeping inside for the first time in her life Reddit u/CollectiveOfCells @DrSmashlove So I’m texting with my lil homegirl in Toronto and I’m like “aye y’all got Chil Fil A in Toronto 🤔” and she like “nah” and I’m like “aight when u slide thru Chicago it’s on” and she like “smash! We don’t fvck with Chik Fil A! 😤” And that’s when I had to stop her right there, bruv. See I don’t blame u Canadians because y’all really woke the long way but I gotta splain sum real quick. We all out here tryina make things right. U feel me? We all taking a stand. Against inequality. Against intolerance. I feel that. My fist in the air too, sis. BUT REVOLT HAS A LINE THAT CANNOT BE CROSSED AND THAT LINE IS CHIK FIL A 😐😂. Do I like they stance on same sex marriage? No. Do I like they tenders? Also no. I LOVE THEY TENDERS, BRUV. I PEEL OPEN THAT SRIRACHA SAUCE AND I PEEL OPEN THAT POLYNESIAN SAUCE AND I DUNK + TWIRL MY MEAT IN BOTH SAUCES - IN ALTERNATING FASHION - AS MY HEART (and belly, and eye) SHED A SINGLE TEAR OF HAPPINESS. But Smash, what if tomorrow they tweeted ‘Chik Fil A supports the Trump Travel Ban, go back to your country 😤.’ Well see now sis, extraordinary measures require extraordinary responses. I would go directly to my jeweler Tony on Wabash. I would say “Tony my dude imma need a cross.” Tony: “smash...you don’t wear crosses(?)” Me: “TONY GIMME THE CROSS AND STOP AXING QUESTIONS. MAKE SURE IT GOT JESUS ON IT. Put diamonds in the thorns too 🙂.” And I would stroll to Chik Fil A on State Street. And put that cross on, go in and say “two orders of tenders and a peach milkshake please.” The black cashier would eye me. I would eye her back. I would look down. I would look back up and see her shaking her head: “smash...I served u daily during Ramadan. DAILY. In here like a crack addict at sundown in your suit - 8:32 pm on the dot I’m handing you tenders. And you’re back? After what they said about the trump ban? Wearing a CROSS(?)” And I would, with a solemn stare, mouth the following words “sis...issa time to fight and it’s a time to eat. The only thing standing between me and the dinner God hath planned for me is you. YOU COULD CATCHETH THESE HANDS. Glory be to Jesus.” BLESS UP 😩😍😂😂😂
Beautiful, Bless Up, and Chicago: l just rescued this beautiful girl, and she is
 sleeping inside for the first time in her life
 Reddit u/CollectiveOfCells
 @DrSmashlove
So I’m texting with my lil homegirl in Toronto and I’m like “aye y’all got Chil Fil A in Toronto 🤔” and she like “nah” and I’m like “aight when u slide thru Chicago it’s on” and she like “smash! We don’t fvck with Chik Fil A! 😤” And that’s when I had to stop her right there, bruv. See I don’t blame u Canadians because y’all really woke the long way but I gotta splain sum real quick. We all out here tryina make things right. U feel me? We all taking a stand. Against inequality. Against intolerance. I feel that. My fist in the air too, sis. BUT REVOLT HAS A LINE THAT CANNOT BE CROSSED AND THAT LINE IS CHIK FIL A 😐😂. Do I like they stance on same sex marriage? No. Do I like they tenders? Also no. I LOVE THEY TENDERS, BRUV. I PEEL OPEN THAT SRIRACHA SAUCE AND I PEEL OPEN THAT POLYNESIAN SAUCE AND I DUNK + TWIRL MY MEAT IN BOTH SAUCES - IN ALTERNATING FASHION - AS MY HEART (and belly, and eye) SHED A SINGLE TEAR OF HAPPINESS. But Smash, what if tomorrow they tweeted ‘Chik Fil A supports the Trump Travel Ban, go back to your country 😤.’ Well see now sis, extraordinary measures require extraordinary responses. I would go directly to my jeweler Tony on Wabash. I would say “Tony my dude imma need a cross.” Tony: “smash...you don’t wear crosses(?)” Me: “TONY GIMME THE CROSS AND STOP AXING QUESTIONS. MAKE SURE IT GOT JESUS ON IT. Put diamonds in the thorns too 🙂.” And I would stroll to Chik Fil A on State Street. And put that cross on, go in and say “two orders of tenders and a peach milkshake please.” The black cashier would eye me. I would eye her back. I would look down. I would look back up and see her shaking her head: “smash...I served u daily during Ramadan. DAILY. In here like a crack addict at sundown in your suit - 8:32 pm on the dot I’m handing you tenders. And you’re back? After what they said about the trump ban? Wearing a CROSS(?)” And I would, with a solemn stare, mouth the following words “sis...issa time to fight and it’s a time to eat. The only thing standing between me and the dinner God hath planned for me is you. YOU COULD CATCHETH THESE HANDS. Glory be to Jesus.” BLESS UP 😩😍😂😂😂

So I’m texting with my lil homegirl in Toronto and I’m like “aye y’all got Chil Fil A in Toronto 🤔” and she like “nah” and I’m like “aight w...

Memes, 🤖, and Personal: Those leg rolls tho... @Drsmashlove Lemme holla at y'all. I always tell u to keep it G. Don't blow up their phone. Don't stress them out. Don't act crazy. Be chill on replying. Etc etc. But lemme hit y'all with a sobering, somber, solemn truth: in yo life, u gon meet that one person u can't keep it cool with. U just can't. Some of y'all will marry or start a real relationship with that person mistaking the feeling for true love and y'all gon true love your asses straight into a shouting - naked wrestling match on the front lawn with cops, neighbors, the nightly news and that crazy lady Martha who get her mail in slippers and hair rollers and night gown and Martha gon photograph y'all with a flip phone and sell the pictures. U feel me? It ain't love. It's this unhealthy infatuation obsession lust mind-fuck situation. That's all it is. If u in a relationship. And there's no balance. It's noisy. It's argumentative. It's cacophonous. U feel me? Aggressive. Beware of mistaking that shit for true love. U might have just met someone who let your crazy out 😂. Sit quietly. Meditate. U gon be alright. But u gotta check those feelings before someone end up on the news and even worse on everyone's Facebook feeds, ol nosy asses ("OMG did you hear about Kelly?" "NO WHAT HAPPENED." "I don't really know but I DO know Stephanie knows, ASK HER." 🐸☕️) U feel me? Be safe y'all - smash just wanna make sure y'all live a healthy and happy life! I'm here for y'all! Don't catch a body now! Bless up!! 😂😂😂
Memes, 🤖, and Personal: Those leg rolls tho...
 @Drsmashlove
Lemme holla at y'all. I always tell u to keep it G. Don't blow up their phone. Don't stress them out. Don't act crazy. Be chill on replying. Etc etc. But lemme hit y'all with a sobering, somber, solemn truth: in yo life, u gon meet that one person u can't keep it cool with. U just can't. Some of y'all will marry or start a real relationship with that person mistaking the feeling for true love and y'all gon true love your asses straight into a shouting - naked wrestling match on the front lawn with cops, neighbors, the nightly news and that crazy lady Martha who get her mail in slippers and hair rollers and night gown and Martha gon photograph y'all with a flip phone and sell the pictures. U feel me? It ain't love. It's this unhealthy infatuation obsession lust mind-fuck situation. That's all it is. If u in a relationship. And there's no balance. It's noisy. It's argumentative. It's cacophonous. U feel me? Aggressive. Beware of mistaking that shit for true love. U might have just met someone who let your crazy out 😂. Sit quietly. Meditate. U gon be alright. But u gotta check those feelings before someone end up on the news and even worse on everyone's Facebook feeds, ol nosy asses ("OMG did you hear about Kelly?" "NO WHAT HAPPENED." "I don't really know but I DO know Stephanie knows, ASK HER." 🐸☕️) U feel me? Be safe y'all - smash just wanna make sure y'all live a healthy and happy life! I'm here for y'all! Don't catch a body now! Bless up!! 😂😂😂

Lemme holla at y'all. I always tell u to keep it G. Don't blow up their phone. Don't stress them out. Don't act crazy. Be chill on replying....