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this is the best most concise takedown of safe space critics I’ve ever seen

fuckingrecipes:

itsmisspickle:

dailytweets:

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Amazon Link: https://amzn.to/2twJSuu

Looks like millennials kill an industry before it even got off the ground😂

  • 9$ for pushpop containers on Amazon 
  • 7-10$ for a bottle of cheap alcohol of your choice at your local liquor store.
  • However much you want to spend on frozen fruit, juice, and yogurt
  • Alcohol takes longer to freeze than water, but most home freezers can get down to around 15-20 degrees F, which is where you want to aim. 
  • Fill just over half your blender with frozen fruit
  • Slop some yogurt on top, idk like a half cup?
  • Pour wine into the blender until the ‘fill’ line is about a quarter-up. 
  • BLEND THAT MOTHERFUCKER LIKE IT INSULTED YOUR GRANDMA. 
  • You want the texture to be pretty thick (thicc), because a thick smoothie will usually harden beautifully in the freezer – forms a nice solid popcicle.

  • If its too thin, add more fruit. 
  • Pour your new slurry of goodness into your popcicle molds
  • If there’s empty molds, repeat above steps for more delicious sludge. Maybe switch flavors?
  • Stuff into the freezer. Make sure freezer is set to ‘really freaking cold’ (alcohol freezes at a lower temp than water) 
  • Wait a day or two. 
  • (Eat the leftover smoothie) 
  • VICTORY

If you’re not into alcohol, just replace the alcohol with a red or white juice and you’re good to go. I don’t recommend citrus fruits/juice because they can interact badly with dairy. You can leave out the yogurt and replace with half a banana or avocado if you REALLY want to use citrus and want to keep the smoothness. 

You can also google delicious fruit smoothie recipes for ideas on fruit combinations. 

You can also just use chocolate ice cream and coffee with bailey’s and kaluhua to make a fantastic chocolate popcicle. 

Wine is only 11.5%–13.5% alcohol, so splashing a bit of vodka or rum (usually around 40% alcohol) can EASILY get the mix to have ‘more alcohol than a glass of wine)

dannielle:

julianunes:

lowoncliches:

bankuei:

meagan-hood:

kyidyl:

why-bless-your-heart:

HOSPITALS. ARE. ALREADY. REQUIRED. UNDER. LAW. TO. PROVIDE. LIFE. SAVING. EMERGENCY. CARE. REGARDLESS. OF. ABILITY. TO. PAY. OR. EVEN. CITIZENSHIP.

Stop acting like Americans have no access to emergency healthcare unless we socialize medicine.

IF. YOU. GO. AND. CAN’T. PAY. YOU’RE. STILL. THOUSANDS. IN. DEBT. THIS. IS. NOT. ACCESS.

This hospital in my city just threw out a homeless man

The hospital which took me in after I collapsed from the fist sized tumor over my heart, released me after refusing to diagnose it as cancer, which would have forced them to give me some kind of treatment. The doctor at the county hospital which took me in looked at their tests and said, “this is CLEARLY cancer, why didn’t they diagnose it? We can’t let you leave.”

Hospitals find ways when they want to, to avoid helping people when they want to.

“Oh that’s illegal, you should sue” “ with what money and how will I get the time and energy when I’m busy recovering from chemo?”

People who can’t afford treatment also can’t afford to protect their rights.

Absolutely this: “People who can’t afford treatment also can’t afford to protect their rights.”

“People who can’t afford treatment also can’t afford to protect their rights.”

let it sink in “People who can’t afford treatment also can’t afford to protect their rights.”

1lovemotel:

“Get a rat and put it in a cage and give it two water bottles. One is just water, and one is water laced with either heroin or cocaine. If you do that, the rat will almost always prefer the drugged water and almost always kill itself very quickly, right, within a couple of weeks. So there you go. It’s our theory of addiction. Bruce comes along in the ’70s and said, “Well, hang on a minute. We’re putting the rat in an empty cage. It’s got nothing to do. Let’s try this a little bit differently.” So Bruce built Rat Park, and Rat Park is like heaven for rats. Everything your rat about town could want, it’s got in Rat Park. It’s got lovely food. It’s got sex. It’s got loads of other rats to be friends with. It’s got loads of colored balls. Everything your rat could want. And they’ve got both the water bottles. They’ve got the drugged water and the normal water. But here’s the fascinating thing. In Rat Park, they don’t like the drugged water. They hardly use any of it. None of them ever overdose. None of them ever use in a way that looks like compulsion or addiction. There’s a really interesting human example I’ll tell you about in a minute, but what Bruce says is that shows that both the right-wing and left-wing theories of addiction are wrong. So the right-wing theory is it’s a moral failing, you’re a hedonist, you party too hard. The left-wing theory is it takes you over, your brain is hijacked. Bruce says it’s not your morality, it’s not your brain; it’s your cage. Addiction is largely an adaptation to your environment. We’ve created a society where significant numbers of our fellow citizens cannot bear to be present in their lives without being drugged, right? We’ve created a hyper-consumerist, hyper-individualist, isolated world that is, for a lot of people, much more like that first cage than it is like the bonded, connected cages that we need. The opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection. And our whole society, the engine of our society, is geared towards making us connect with things. If you are not a good consumer capitalist citizen, if you’re spending your time bonding with the people around you and not buying stuff—in fact, we are trained from a very young age to focus our hopes and our dreams and our ambitions on things we can buy and consume. And drug addiction is really a subset of that.”

— Johann Hari, Does Capitalism Drive Drug Addiction?
(via vacantkind)

codenamecesare:

A while back I made a political post that began: “If the right wing had set out to neuter the left in the US, they hardly could have done it better than by spreading impossible-standard purity-test bullshit among young progressives.” and ended “I’m not saying that conservative infiltrators spread purity-test standards and encourage progressives to turn on each other. I’m just saying that the outcome is the same as if they did: eternal self-sabotage for the left, permanent minority rule for the right.” It’s had a few hundred reblogs, so here’s an update.

Since I wrote the original post on December 3rd of 2017, it’s increasingly come out that not just Trump, but the NRA and likely other right-wing forces have been receiving illegal money and propaganda support from Russia. This includes Russian trolls and bots posing as progressives on Tumblr in order to sow division and chaos on the left, using social media to erode support for Democrats. So I should have said conservative infiltrators spread those purity-test standards and encourage progressives to turn on each other: I would have been right.

Quick test to find out whether you understand the Russian propaganda issue well enough. Do you understand why “Russian adoption” is a (barely concealed) code for lifting sanctions that have kept wealthy Russian criminals from accessing billions of money they squirreled away in the US? Are you aware that Congress voted overwhelmingly to toughen those sanctions, and Trump has simply refused to enforce that veto-proof law? If you live in the States, you need to know who Sergei Magnitsky was, because this is affecting your life every single day. Cheat sheet: Sergei Magnitsky was murdered by Russian oligarchs for investigating their corruption. The US responded with the Magnitsky Act, which has frozen billions of dollars in Russian assets that they’d stolen from their own people and hidden in US financial institutions. Since then, those oligarchs have spent millions trying to influence US politics to get their frozen stolen assets back.

And look how well it’s worked! Progressives online have picked up those corrupt billionaires’ propaganda talking points and continue to perpetuate them. They’re always talking shit about the Democrats, claiming that it’s their own fault they don’t win elections because they’re not left enough. But bizarrely, the answer to this problem is never “Support a primary challenge from a more progressive candidate,” which is the tactic that the GOP has been using successfully to push their party rightward. Instead, the online progressive’s answer is almost always: just complain, just keep spreading negativity, just stay home. That’s how you can tell it’s bullshit.

Progressives, pushing left means putting your shoulder to the wheel and pushing. You have to vote in every election and pick the most progressive candidate every time, even if “most progressive” doesn’t meet your perfect standards. You have to prove the votes are there to support the positions you want. You can’t say “Hey Democrats, I won’t support your baby step left with my vote, but if you jump leftward off this cliff, I’ll totally catch you!” If you support progress, you have to support even small progress. It’s fine to loudly remind people that you expect more! But ffs, take what you can get.

If the only party that comes close to your beliefs keeps losing, that’s your loss. The Green Party isn’t going to suddenly get their shit together and save you. You have to keep voting, even when that means choosing the lesser of two evils, because if you don’t, the worst evil wins. And right now, the worst evil is trying to make sure that even if a truly ideal progressive candidate did run, it wouldn’t matter how many votes they got, they’d still somehow lose the “election.”

petermorwood:

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bitter-badfem-harpy:

penfairy:

Okay, it’s official. I’ve found my favourite historical anecdote of all time.

So in ancient Rome they had this tradition where they had to consult the gods and check they had divine approval before they went into battle. They did this by bringing forth a flock of sacred chickens and throwing grain at them. Their behaviour would then determine whether or not the gods were on your side. If the hens didn’t eat or wouldn’t leave their cage, it was a Bad Omen and you had to postpone battle and ask again the next day. If the chickens ate happily it was a Good Omen and you could go and chop up some Gauls or Carthaginians or whoever you happened to be fighting.

Now, there are lots of little stories about these chickens, but I just found one I hadn’t seen before. In 137 BC, the consul C. Hostilius Mancinus tried to take auspices before battle, but:

pulli cavea emissi in proximam silvam fugerunt summaque diligentia quaesiti reperiri nequiverunt

the chickens once released from their cage fled into a nearby wood and even though they were sought with the greatest diligence, they could not be recovered.

Can you fucking believe that. Can you actually believe that happened. The Romans have a reputation for being so stern and sensible and stoic and that happened. Like… everyone’s ready for battle, so you turn to your assistant and say “BRING FORTH THE CHICKENS” and you throw down the grain and open up their cage and the chickens just. run. they fucking run. those tiny velociraptor bastards abscond screaming into the woods like there’s no tomorrow. Blinking in disbelief, you send soldiers into the woods to recover them but those feathered bandits are gone. Vanished. The gods have deserted you. You’re beating bushes and following the sounds of triumphant clucks. The soldiers are frantic. The chickens are gone. 

He lost the battle. It was a Bad Omen.

That sounds like the ultimate Bad Omen like at that point you go home and start drawing up an armistice bc the gods told you to go fuck yourself with chickens

That’s… pretty much what happened. The chicken omen, along with a few other Bad Omens, resulted in: 

infelici pugna, turpi foedere, deditione funesta

“a lost battle, a shameful peace treaty, and a calamitous handover.”

so yeah, he lost the battle and had to go home and sign an embarrassing peace treaty that the Romans complained about years later, and when they talk about him they curse him for his praecipitem audaciam – “reckless audacity” – and vesana perseverantia “insane obstinacy” because NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU’D LISTENED TO THE CHICKENS AND POSTPONED BATTLE LIKE THEY TOLD YOU. 

Don’t forget naval commander Claudius Pulcher, whose sacred chickens refused to eat anything before the battle of Drepana. He tossed the chickens overboard, saying if they won’t eat, then let them drink, and went into battle where he promptly lost almost all of his ships and crew. I forget if he died or returned to Rome in disgrace, but it was a freaking disaster and the sacred chickens called it.

@chiauve i think you’ll love this as much as I do

I’m not sure which phrase in this post is my favorite, “bring forth the chickens” or “this would have never happened if you listened to the chickens.”

What about Pulcher’s line: “Bibant, quoniam esse nolunt!” – They can drink if they won’t eat! – after which the sacred chooks went swimming.

I bet the spreading news of what he’d done ruined the morale of his entire fleet and went a long way towards why he lost the battle. Men who think their commander has offended the gods aren’t going to fight well on his behalf, in case the gods spread their offended wrath around. (If I remember my “Myths of Ancient Greece and Rome” correctly, the Olympian lot tended to do that a lot.)

AFAIK when Pulcher* returned to Rome in disgrace the Senate immediately tried him for impiety (a Senatorial message to the gods that they didn’t approve of him either) then banished him to exile where he died soon after.

Moral: don’t be horrid to the holy hens.

(*For the second time in this post, spell-checker wanted me to spell his name as “Pucker”. Appropriate, I suppose. Go figure.)

why-animals-do-the-thing:

jhameia:

premierbonheur:

sententiola:

[Video of venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough standing amid vegetation.  On a near-horizontal branch above his head is a brown and yellow greater bird of paradise, about the size of a crow, with big floaty yellow plumage puffing out along its back.]

Bird:  Pwuk.  Pwuk.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  This, surely –
Bird (hopping along the branch):  WUKWUKWUkwukwukwukoooh.  Oooh.  Oooh.

[Cut.  Same shot.]

Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  This, surely, is one –
Bird:  Kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  This, surely –

[Cut.  Same shot but the bird is on the other side now and venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough has his hand on the branch.]

Bird (hopping up and down on venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough’s fingers):  Eh-eh.  Eh-eh.  Eh-urrrr.  Eh-urrrr.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  Close up –
Bird (hopping away from him):  Tiktiktiktik.  Tiktiktiktik.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – the plumes –
Bird (hopping around):  Huek.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough: – are truly –
Bird:  Huek.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – exquisite.
Bird:  Huek.  Eh-eh.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  The gauzy –
Bird (hopping and spinning on the spot):  HukWUKWUKWukwukoooh.  Oooh.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  …

[Cut.  Same shot but the bird is back on the original side of the branch.]

Bird:  Aark.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  Of course, by the eighteenth century –
Bird:  Ehhh.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – naturalists realized that birds of paradise –
Bird (hops across to the other side of the branch)
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – did have –
Bird (hopping back again):  Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – legs.  Even so –
Bird:  WUKWUKWUKWukwukwukooh.

[Cut.  Same shot.]
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough (apparently trying to tickle the bird’s tummy):  – by about the eighteenth century –
Bird (hops away and spins round)
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – and so –
Bird:  AAAAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK aaak.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough (wearily):  …  Very well.

[Cut.  Same shot.]

Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – but Karl Linnaeus, the great –
Bird (vibrating rapidly on the spot and then flapping its wings):  PWAAAAAAAK.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – classifier of the natural world –
Bird:  AAAAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAUUH.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – when he came to allocate a scientific name –
Bird:  …
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – to this bird –
Bird:  …
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – called it –
Bird:  Wooo-ooo.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – wooo-ooo –
Bird (surveys the surroundings with a dignified turn of the head)
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  ‘paradisia apoda’: the bird of paradise –
Bird:  Hoooo.
Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – without legs.
Bird:  Eh-eh.

[Close-up of the bird.]

Bird:  WUKWUKWUKWUkwukwukwukwukoooh.  Ooh.
Bird:  Ooh.

[Fade to black.]

Officially the only good post on tumblr

I’ve been planning to teach students how to describe videos and write transcripts and I shall save this post for this very purpose.

Sharing for the perfect transcript.

topsydead:

I’m telling you elephants are chill motherfuckers. They fucking love being helpful. They once defended a man with heatstroke from a truck that came to rescue him. They knew he was sick, laying against a tree for shade. They were watching over him and petting him, and they threatened to charge the vehicle for coming towards him. Another person passed out, and elephants cried over her and buried her body in a traditional elephant funeral. (Piling branches on her). And were quite spooked when she got up later.

And an elephant was helping workers to put logs in holes for a wall. On one hole, the elephant absolutely refused to set the log in, despite being punished and goaded. Turns out there was a sleeping dog in the hole.

There are so many good elephants stories. They will even help zookeepers wash other elephants– literally, a zookeeper can be like “[Name 1], please wash [Name 2]” and he will go wash that elephant correctly.

Listen guys. Not only are elephants people, but they’re largely better people than us. I’m 10000% serious.