Fish Outta Water

This post is great for multiple reasons but there’s this one bit that bothers the hell out of me. It mentions that Nazism is socialism. This is false. The author of this post equates social welfare with socialism. This is not the case. Socialism is worker control of the means of production. That is not a policy Nazis support. Nazis are not socialists.

National socialism refers to the actual name of the style of government the Nazi’s used. Nazis had a habit of pretending to be socialists or used some socialist economic policies in order to gain support and disguise what they were actually working towards. It really was “socialism for who we decide deserves it”, and was closely tied to nationalism. That isn’t actual socialism at all. The confusion about this was deliberate and leads people into thinking nazis were socialists, and that “national socialism” means socialism. Yonatan should have made that clear.

You wake up one day with the ability to freeze time at will for as long as you want with no repercussions. What’s the first thing you do with your newfound powers?

take a nap

you just woke up

take a nap

If 1 human year is 7 dog years then leaving for an 8 hour work shift is like leaving for 56 dog hours, no wonder they missed us so much.

it’s…called your funny bone…

that gif tho 

It’s not a bone actually- it’s a nerve that is exposed, specifically the ulnar nerve. The reason it feels so weird to hit it is that it’s not designed to deliver pain signals, so when you hit it it just wiggs out and sends Garbage signals to the brain, and the brain is just like “uh, dude- Ulnar, what the hell is this garbage?? You’re supposed to curl a finger and a half, and move some muscles in the forearm, why are you sending me this crap? How am I supposed to make this into sensory output?” And the Ulnar nerve is just like “dude dude dude, brain- what the hell is going on?!?” And the brain goes- “idiot. Fine. You’re on fire, freezing and being electrocuted. Happy?” And the Ulnar goes “holy crap brain!! I’m on fire, freezing and being electrocuted! What am I going to do!!??!” And the brain says “you’re an idiot ulnar. A damn idiot.”

This is how human anatomy should be taught

Also if you stick only your elbow in freezing water, that same ulnar nerve will transfer the pain to your fingers instead of where the actual freezing pain is! This phenomenon is called referred pain and is also the type of pain you experience during a brain freeze :)

Fun fact: Egyptian gods do not have ‘animal heads’. The depictions of gods are meant to contain a duality, as is important in Egyptian Religion (life/death, red land/black land, chaos/order, human/animal). So when you see, say, Anubis with a man’s body and a Jackal head it represents both his human form and his Jackal form, meaning he might appear in either form. But never as a human with a Jackal head. That is only something you’d see on temple walls for the duality aspect.

No worries! (I realise I put a full stop instead of an exclamation mark at the end of “this is literally my job” which might have sounded harsh, so I apologise!)

This is a very pure interaction

this is exactly how you should react to hearing new information that you’re skeptical of or don’t immediately believe is true

Unfriendly fucking reminder that the best predictor of mass shootings is not mental illness, but being an angry young white man who has recently experienced rejection and has easy access to guns.

Bringing this back because it makes terrible people angry. And I’ll add a note to all the people saying “But you’d have to be mentally ill to do that!”: Mental illness is, by definition, abnormal. Does “mediocre white boy is so entitled that he resorts to violence when told no” really sound particularly unusual to you?

I devoted my entire graduate studies and thesis on mass school shootings, multiple murderers, and criminal psychology and I can tell you that this is in fact completely true and is suported by an unbelievable amount of emperical, quantifiable data that I slaved over for years. 💯

Publish that paper.

^^

i dont think american filmmakers realise how huge london is, because sure you have the london eye and houses of parliament but when you say ‘london has fallen’ what??? so the nandos in catford is in flames? the tesco in peckham has descended into chaos? wtf??

We have states bigger than your entire country

I’ve been on both sides of the fence on this one. Working in the ER and being a patient. And the fact of the matter is no one can really tell how much pain you feel. One day I got brought into the ER in an ambulance with abdominal pain. I’m an EMT mind you, I hate going to the ER unless I have to. Felt like something from the Aliens movies was trying to get out of my stomach. Got assessed in triage and the pain passed. And then It came back with a vengence. Honest to God 10 out of 10. And I tried to be civil and ask the nurses if I could get moved back just so I could get something for the pain. I got the eye roll, the looks of disbelief, and told to wait. I tried walking away, my knees gave out and I landed on all fours. In the ER. And I screamed. It was the worst pain ever. They tried to put me back in a wheelchair. The movement made the pain worse. It wasn’t until the charge nurse said that I was making a scene that they took me back to an exam room. I sat there for 5 minutes waiting on my nurse. It got hard to breath. It took another 5 minutes for them to get me pain killers and an x-ray. My entire upper abdomen from my diaphragm to my belly button was full of air. My stomach had ruptured and was leaking into all of my abdomen. I was rushed to emergency abdominal surgery and was going into shock when I made it to the OR. 5 more minutes and I would have been dead. I tried to “suffer in silence and with dignity”. It almost got me killed. You don’t get to decide if people are in pain or not just by looking at them. You’re human. Not a CT scanner.

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op, it’s attitudes like yours in the world of medicine that need changing, not how our patients “should” present when they come to us for help. 

If you go to the ER, cry and scream as loud as you need to. If anything, it might make the staff like OP see to you faster just to get you to shut up.

I have seen a total of 7 people over the course of my life die in a waiting room of the ER. Right in front of me.  Often with me demanding that nurses or doctors do something. Some were quiet. Some were loud. But ALL of them…. were human beings who deserved and needed help and did not get it. I was misdiagnosed from May 2010 to the end of September 2010 with a “pulled muscle” in my back. No matter how many times I went, not matter how I presented, the doctors refused to do more than an x-ray before writing off my pain. As the months went on I couldn’t sleep, could hardly move. I lost feeling in my leg, my feet and toes. I couldn’t eat, I would just sit and cry endlessly, unable to find relief. And as soon as my body began to adjust to the level of pain, the pain got worse. But visit after visit, I was dismissed.  And it not only affected my health and quality of living, but my ability to work and function…. and then it affected my relationships. My friends didn’t understand why I wasn’t working. I was told to “work through the pain.” Because if the doctor’s said it wasn’t that bad, no one was going to believe me when I said it was unbearable. And I worked through the pain, in 10-12 hour shifts at a convenience store, hauling boxes and standing for hours, no lunches… Until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. It came to pass that finally, after months of horrendous agony, I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in over a week. I couldn’t. The pain was too severe. And so I went. And I lied. Until this point I’d told them the reality— I woke up one morning, and my back was in pain. Since there was no accident that caused it, they wouldn’t look further. But this time I lied- I told them I tripped over my cat. Because I was in so much pain, I couldn’t think of a better lie. And I was crying, but quiet… for 10 hours, waiting in the front of the ER to be seen. They took me back, and were discussing just an x-ray AGAIN and then I snapped. I lost my mind, I wailed, I dropped, I couldn’t move. I shrieked the pain of nearly half a year so loudly they finally sedated me, and put me in a chair in the back area to await a ct scan. Another 5 hours later (but at least with really good pain meds finally, to keep me quiet) I went for the CT scan, and lo and behold… a herniated disk in my lower lumbar, pressed so hard on my spinal cord, the doctors didn’t understand how I had walked into the ER, much less walked to multiple bus stops and rode multiple buses to get there. I was scheduled for emergency surgery…. that I still had to wait another 9 hours for.  Because no one would listen, aside from my mom. I had people I loved treating me like dirt for being unable to pay bills, all on the word of doctors who didn’t do their jobs. So you can go to hell OP.