Just biding my time.

Because I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t terrified of swastika’s, including when I was so young that I didn’t even know what a swastika was.

Because it’s such a strangely specific feeling to be born in the wake of a tragedy so massive that you can still feel it’s reverberations and were born with a weird sense of survivors guilt that will shadow you forever

Because when we were younger and our parents refused to tell us exactly what the holocaust was, we would trade our grandparents horrific experiences like they were scary stories across the camp fire, repeating them over and over to ourselves and eachother so we could figure out what it all meant.

Because I’d see those books with grey photos of Auschtwitz prisoners on the cover and feel like they were looking straight fucking at me.

Because every single Yom HaShoah you’d hear grade school children get up and say “my grandmother was the only one left of her family” or “they barely got out before it started” or “they managed to hide in an attic for months on end” or “my great grandmother managed to jump off one of the trains with her daughter in her arms” or “my grandfather has numbers on his arms but he won’t talk about it” or “my great aunt was shot just before the liberation so she couldn’t get out,” like it was normal.

Because we were always taught to run if we were in a group of non-jews that started making nazi jokes, to laugh along and then take the fuck off to stay safe.

Because the question always lingered over our heads, “what if it happens again? what if it happens to us?”

.... and them some stupid fucking college age white trash dickhead stands up and says “it didn’t happen” or “it wasn’t that bad” and I just can’t... fathom that? Like how the fuck wasn’t this part of your life? How is this not etched into your bones?

And its because it’s not. Like people didn’t grow up with this shit, some people can afford to deny the holocaust and deny antisemitism because it won’t hurt them.

It’s just... fucking wild.

“Ron’s Gone Wrong” Promises Charming Robot/Kid Hijinx for Female-Led Locksmith Animation’s First Feature

The film, which follows one middle school boy’s struggle to fit in when he seems to own the only flawed B-Bot, a friendship device that every kid has. Locksmith adds to its partnership with 20th Century Studios an impressive roster of animation and voice talent. 

Directors Sarah Smith (co-founder of Locksmith) and Jean-Philippe Vine join co-director Octavio Rodriguez, with a script by Smith and “Borat” scribe Peter Baynham. Catch Ron in theaters on October 22.

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American trucks are bred for long hauls on largely straight roads. They can go for hours without a break. A European truck needs more breaks and a lighter load, and they would indeed take great internal damage if they tried to keep up with the Longsnout.

The European Shortsnout is not bred for looks, but for agility! They navigate the windy roads of Europe in a way that would be way too risky for the powerful, but more clumsy American truck. It is true that the European overheats faster at high speeds, that is the very reason that breaks every 4,5 hours are mandatory for both the truck and the handler and a day of driving can never be longer then 9 hours.

I would also like to point out that the tags have got it backwards. The wild trucks (which I’m pretty sure are extinct in the wild now) that all modern breeds stemmed from were shortnose trucks. We had known about automobiles and domesticated several species, but the truck species was not discovered until close to the start of the 1900’s, in Germany, which I BELIEVE was the first country to breed them in captivity, although England was the first country to really start using them for work. I managed to find a photo of taxidermied specimen

As you can see, it resembles both long and short nosed breeds, as well as the far more common house truck used by individuals instead of for commercial work.

Pics for reference:

The classic long-nose schoolbus

I have disavowed people who send hatemail “on my behalf” countless times. The people who follow me are not an army I command, nor are they my friends. I want nothing to do with the kinds of people who send bigoted anons, and I do not think I create an atmosphere that is hospitable towards that kind of person beyond having a lot of traffic.

Every day I block people who follow me for reasons I cannot fathom... people whose views and opinions are antithetical to my own and hostile to me or the communities I belong to. I have posted nothing on my blog that would reasonably attract or encourage Gestapo fetishists, and yet—! I am constantly surprised and dismayed.

This is the nature of an unmoderated public website. People see discourse floating by and decide to get involved whether or not it concerns them in any way, for no reason other than they like to cause problems. Anyone being mean or bigoted to other people “on my behalf” is not only ignoring my requests, they’re actively making my life worse. I block them when I can and if I see it, but I refuse to accept the idea that their existence is a reflection of my Real Values or evidence that I’m a Bad Person.

I get offensive messages all the time. I’ve lost count of the number of death and rape threats (and IRL harassment) I’ve received because they are a fact of life if you have any kind of audience on the Internet. They smell blood in the water and go after it—it’s not the fault of any particular person for inspiring them simply by having conflict with me.

It sucks, and the nature of the internet means it’s most likely going to go on sucking, and my own ability to mitigate it is limited to repeating my stance that I don’t want people to attempt to fight my battles for me or to harass people on my behalf.

But for real?

The number of restaurants I see that are stating “closed because of lack of emoloyees” - isn’t this what you all wanted?

Let’s ignore the whole unemployment debate for a minute even - we’ve been absolutely blasting fast food workers for not getting a better job if they wanted to be paid more. What is a whole crew of fast food workers decided “fuck it, I’m deciding to find a new job now that I have time to create resumes because of Covid.”

And now they just...won’t go back, because you argued that for having the audacity to work in fast food, they shouldn’t be able to make a living wage and be able to support themselves.

Terminally ill patients can sign up to be part of pre FDA approval trials for treatments which might potentially cure them. As these treatments are experimental, untested, not guaranteed to get results, and intended to provide profit to the medical provider in the long run, patients cannot be charged for these experimental treatments. As it should be. It’d be pretty unethical to get people to pay you to be your guinea pig for treatments which may not even help them.

This “right to try” law changes that. It makes it legal for terminally ill patients to be charged for experimental treatments. Furthermore, it removes FDA testing restrictions from the process. Currently a company which tries an ‘experimental’ treatment they know won’t work will get the hammer dropped on them by the FDA. But under this new process, medical providers would be legally allowed to provide ‘treatments’ they know won’t work, without oversight. This would legalize medical predation on terminally ill patients.

Labeling this bill ‘right to try’ makes it seem like terminally ill patients aren’t allowed to seek out experimental treatments right now. But they are! All this bill does is make a terminally ill patients more financially burdened and more vulnerable to predation.