Just email someone. I always like it when people email me about some weird blog post or project I’ve done.
https://goodinternetmagazine.com/why-i-email-complete-strangers/
Oh no, looks like someone is going to be very careless by a window soon. @… https://mastodon.gougere.fr/@cyclotopie/116251115963348037
I woke up angry today.
ICE spokesperson Lindsay Williams is a liar, who is bad at lying.
“Asked if the ICE officers chased Lopez, Williams said: ‘Chased? I wouldn’t say that. They followed him until he crashed.’”
Wouldn’t say that? How about: ICE was committing crime (their standard procedure), someone died, they’re the killers. Your people killed a school teacher, Williams.
Have the day you deserve, you apologist scum.
On the first day of the #PTSD intensive, we talked about the shooting. I had felt like I was done with that, that it didn't have anything left for me. But there was something still that filled me with rage... that is still confusing and enraging.
It wasn't actually being shot. I wasn't even the possibility of death. I had been prepared to die. I always knew that was possible. It was something else.
I remember Marc Hokoana's face as he pepper sprayed pacifists, smiling and taunting, joyfully hurting people who he knew were refusing to respond. I remember their flags, the kek flag, literally a Nazi battle flag replaced in 4chan colors with the clover 4chan logo instead of the swastika. How many people have been tortured, have died? How much suffering, that these people not only welcomed but celebrated, joyfully participated in.
The cruelty was the point. It was the plan, the plan he posted to Facebook, the same plan as they have always had, of torturing people until someone responds and then murdering them. Inflicting trauma, responding with overwhelming force, showing how "big and strong" they are because they can always escalate.
Try to stop someone from peppers praying people, they shoot you. Shoot back, like Michael Reinoehl, and they send a death squad for you. But we keep standing up, so they keep escalating to the slightest imagined infraction. Now they just murder you for being in a car, for filming at a protest, for existing.
The bar for what justifies murder or torture will continue to move lower until there is no one left, or until they can no longer escalate.
The feeling of helplessness is still not the biggest thing though. It's the joy with which they inflict this on us. That's it. That's the thing.
CW: gun violence, abuse dynamics
https://hexmhell.writeas.com/the-creature-ptss-5-day-1
#Wien "Man möchte gerne, dass die Filmgeschichte weitergeht, dass sie sich häutet und noch einmal frisch anfängt." - Alexander Kluge, Filmemacher, Schriftsteller und bildender Künstler feiert seinen 94. Geburtstag.
Looks like someone broke @… again
web.archive.org results in a 503 error.
It's almost as if someone might be interested in people not remembering things from the past...
#webarchive
I see that the #Łódź region railways play hard.
It says: "Turn your smartphone on. By looking someone in the eyes, you risk falling in love."
you may have seen that BER airport is shut down today b/c of a strike & you might’ve been wondering: but Hynek isn’t flying!? Has he lost his #neverFlyWithHynek super powers to someone else!?
Worry no more: I actually WAS supposed to fly today but couldn’t talk about it b/c I was on a sneaky mission to surprise my NYC bestie @…
Das Schweizer LGBTIQ -Panel :rainbow_heart: hat seinen Abschlussbericht 2025 veröffentlicht (Autorinnen Dr. Léïla Eisner und Dr. Tabea Hässler)
https://swiss-lgbtiq-panel.ch/reports_d/?lang=de
(verfügbar in de/fr/it/en)
I’m pretty sure that if someone is rude enough to wrap their body around ice bullets, they deserve to die.
I mean, can you imagine, you’re a bullet and suddenly this activist scum stops you from flying through the air without a care in the world, and you’re suddenly wrapped up in their tissue and bouncing off their skeleton trying to find your way back to the outside?
Where do these activists get off having bullet absorbing bodies in the first place, what do they expect?