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If you happen to die later today, procrastinating all that stuff that you donât feel like doing will have been the right move.

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Humans basically went to space on a dare.
A sheep spends its entire life being afraid of wolves, only to be eaten by the people watching and caring for them.
My mom said that today in church her pastor said in the sermon that Jesus told us to help the poor, and taking money away from public schools to give to charter schools only widens the gap between the rich and the poor. Â She then added that Jesus spoke against adultery and lust and would not have approved of bragging about sexually assaulting women. Â According to my mom, people got up and walked out.
The pastor also started the sermon by noting that sheâd heard of another minister who read the entirety of the Sermon on the Mount at the pulpit, to be told by the so-called Christian parishioners after the service that it was offensive and they didnât agree.
The Sermon on the Mount is straight up the words of Jesus.
I recently read an article that said, hypocritical Christians in America donât actually worship Jesus. They worship America, and even then, itâs a very specific, self-centered idea of America.
YES. Â EXACTLY. Â
My momâs church talks almost every Sunday about how Christians are called to welcome strangers and foreigners and does tons of stuff to help refugees because HELLO, ITâS RIGHT THERE. IN THE RED TEXT, NO LESS.
I donât believe everything they believe, but I REALLY like those people.
What a lot of these people are is idolators.
Not in terms of the realness or unrealness of who they worship, but in terms of how theyâve warped their focus away from the reality and turned it towards a fantasy of their own construction.
By definition, an idol is an image with no god behind it.
What they have done is taken the idea of Jesus and created a false image of him, nothing like the reality, to carry around in their back pocket, or to wave around on signs, and pull out and shove in peopleâs faces to justify all manner of unChristlike behavior.
It is a âworshipâ that is fundamentally self-centered rather than deity-centered, wherein the deity in question is more of a pocketbook get-out-of-jail-free card than directive to live by, and more of a status symbol than a guiding light.
That people will, without a shred of self-awareness, rest themselves assured that Jesus would want them to tip their waitress with a Jesus pamphlet made to look like folded-up money (to take only one example out of many) is the ultimate dismissal of everything the original stood for.
There is a line in the Bible about Jesus meeting his false worshipers and saying âI do not know you.â It seems like plenty of so-called Christians have beaten him to the punch with how quick they are to say they donât know him.
A lot of churches and organizations in America that call themselves Christian churches are in fact Christianist cults. They no more represent Christianity than Daesh represents Islam. In addition to the usual nonsense of so-called Christians being pro-war, anti-immigrant, racist, and so forth, there are a lot of sects/movements that are just completely toxic and not Christian at all, even though they use that label. If you are Christian and want to have some fucking nightmares, google âchristian dominionist,â or âprosperity gospel.â
Still think this is the most realistic diagram of the difference between the theological Jesus and the Comfortable Reinterpretation of Jesus.
American Christianity is, at this point, like the Cult of the Emperor in ancient Rome, which is simultaneously both ironic and appropriate given the history involved
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In case you werenât convinced that hating yourself is a learned behavior
Physical shame comes from parents, teachers, media, and peers. Itâs not something youâre born with. You were born naked, wonderful, and gorgeous, and no one should make another being feel as if that wasnât, and isnât true.
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The first letter in the word âclosedâ is open, and the first letter in the word âopenâ is closed.
What if we can breathe in space but the Government just tells us we cant so that we dont try to escape.
We are not afraid of the dark, the supernatural and death. We are just afraid of the unknown.
How Watermelons Became a Racist Trope
The stereotype that African Americans are excessively fond of watermelon emerged for a specific historical reason and served a specific political purpose. The trope came into full force when slaves won their emancipation during the Civil War. Free black people grew, ate, and sold watermelons, and in doing so made the fruit a symbol of their freedom. Southern whites, threatened by blacksâ newfound freedom, responded by making the fruit a symbol of black peopleâs perceived uncleanliness, laziness, childishness, and unwanted public presence. This racist trope then exploded in American popular culture, becoming so pervasive that its historical origin became obscure. Few Americans in 1900 wouldâve guessed the stereotype was less than half a century old.
Not that the raw material for the racist watermelon trope didnât exist before emancipation. In the early modern European imagination, the typical watermelon-eater was an Italian or Arab peasant. The watermelon, noted a British officer stationed in Egypt in 1801, was âa poor Arabâs feast,â a meager substitute for a proper meal. In the port city of Rosetta he saw the locals eating watermelons âravenously ⌠as if afraid the passer-by was going to snatch them away,â and watermelon rinds littered the streets. There, the fruit symbolized many of the same qualities as it would in post-emancipation America: uncleanliness, because eating watermelon is so messy. Laziness, because growing watermelons is so easy, and itâs hard to eat watermelon and keep workingâitâs a fruit you have to sit down and eat. Childishness, because watermelons are sweet, colorful, and devoid of much nutritional value. And unwanted public presence, because itâs hard to eat a watermelon by yourself.  These tropes made their way to America, but the watermelon did not yet have a racial meaning. Americans were just as likely to associate the watermelon with white Kentucky hillbillies or New Hampshire yokels as with black South Carolina slaves.
This may be surprising given how prominent watermelons were in enslaved African Americansâ lives. Slave owners often let their slaves grow and sell their own watermelons, or even let them take a day off during the summer to eat the first watermelon harvest. The slave Israel Campbell would slip a watermelon into the bottom of his cotton basket when he fell short of his daily quota, and then retrieve the melon at the end of the day and eat it. Campbell taught the trick to another slave who was often whipped for not reaching his quota, and soon the trick was widespread. When the yearâs cotton fell a few bales short of what the master had figured, it simply remained âa mystery.â
But Southern whites saw their slavesâ enjoyment of watermelon as a sign of their own supposed benevolence. Slaves were usually careful to enjoy watermelon according to the code of behavior established by whites. When an Alabama overseer cut open watermelons for the slaves under his watch, he expected the children to run to get their slice. One boy, Henry Barnes, refused to run, and once he did get his piece he would run off to the slave quarters to eat out of the white peopleâs sight. His mother would then whip him, he remembered, âfoâ being so stubborn.â The whites wanted Barnes to play the part of the watermelon-craving, juice-dribbling pickaninny. His refusal undermined the tenuous relationship between master and slave.
Emancipation, of course, destroyed that relationship. Black people grew, ate, and sold watermelons during slavery, but now when they did so it was a threat to the racial order. To whites, it seemed now as if blacks were flaunting their newfound freedom, living off their own land, selling watermelons in the market, andâworst of allâenjoying watermelon together in the public square. One white family in Houston was devastated when their nanny Clara left their household shortly after her emancipation in 1865. Henry Evans, a young white boy to whom Clara had likely been a second mother, cried for days after she left. But when he bumped into her on the street one day, he rejected her attempt to make peace. When Clara offered him some watermelon, Henry told her that âhe would not eat what free negroes ate.â
Newspapers amplified this association between the watermelon and the free black person. In 1869, Frank Leslieâs Illustrated Newspaper published perhaps the first caricature of blacks reveling in watermelon. The adjoining article explained, âThe Southern negro in no particular more palpably exhibits his epicurean tastes than in his excessive fondness for watermelons. The juvenile freedman is especially intense in his partiality for that refreshing fruit.â
Two years later, a Georgia newspaper reported that a black man had been arrested for poisoning a watermelon with the intent of killing a neighbor. The story was headlined âNegro Kukluxâ and equated black-on-black violence with the Ku Klux Klan, asking facetiously whether the Radical Republican congressional subcommittee investigating the Klan would investigate this freedmanâs actions. The article began with a scornful depiction of the man on his way to the courthouse: âOn Sabbath afternoon we encountered a strapping 15th Amendment bearing an enormous watermelon in his arms en route for the Court-house.â It was as if the freedmanâs worst crime was not attempted murder but walking around in public with that ridiculous fruit.
The primary message of the watermelon stereotype was that black people were not ready for freedom. During the 1880 election season, Democrats accused the South Carolina state legislature, which had been majority-black during Reconstruction, of having wasted taxpayersâ money on watermelons for their own refreshment; this fiction even found its way into history textbooks. D. W. Griffithâs white-supremacist epic film The Birth of a Nation, released in 1915, included a watermelon feast in its depiction of emancipation, as corrupt northern whites encouraged the former slaves to stop working and enjoy some watermelon instead. In these racist fictions, blacks were no more deserving of freedom than were children.
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During his interview with Hot 97, director Ryan Coogler touched on the stereotype of Black people in America eating watermelon and discovering itâs importance in South Africa while making the movie, Black Panther:
âWhen I was in the Kingdom of Lesotho [a country surrounded by South Africa], I took a little drive up a mountain and a woman was handing out slices of watermelon to the shepherds. The shepherds would take them, wrap them up, and treat them like they were gold or diamonds or something. I was like, âWhat is up with yâall and the watermelon?â She was like, âOh man! This is the most important food out here. Itâs the only food you can eat thatâll fill your stomach up, and give you the hydration and nutrients when youâre out here in the sun.â And I was like, âYooo, where Iâm from, they make fun of us for eating that to the point that we donât even want to eat it in front of people.â [She couldnât understand it.] She was like, âWhy wouldnât you want to eat something thatâs so important to your culture? How can somebody tell you not to do that?ââÂ

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canât believe language was invented. like everyone was chill and quiet and then one day someone just started saying some shit
A bunch of cavemen: *just sitting around, chewing on sticks or something*
One caveman: *stubs his toe on a rock* AW FUCK
The other cavemen:
Correct me if you feel any of this is wrong, I'm totally open to interpretation. I feel that humanoids always made some form of noise, similar to animals. The vocalizations were used to express hunger, frustration, and other social interactions. These vocalizations eventually developed into simple speech, which became more complex over time. When everyone started migrating and settling in different areas different speech picked up in each area, giving us all of the languages of today. A simple, and possibly flawed, explanation.
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So garlic is a natural anticoagulant, but then why would vampires be allergic to it?
Hear me out:
What if vampires made up all the stuff about them being allergic to garlic so that their victims would eat it, thinking it would ward off vamps, but instead it makes their blood easier to drink!
Because it doesnât clot!
This has really been getting to me recently. Have I uncovered their master conspiracy or am I going insane?
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This is just one of those things I thought up while lying in bed contemplating life. Why tf are humans considered 'sentient' or 'cognitive' but birds aren't? The reason that people say birds aren't is because they mimic our voices and behaviors. People say they don't actually 'comprehend' what they're saying. If a bird says goodbye when a person leaves or calls for the dog people say it's just because they picked that up from someone, but don't we as humans just mimic and pick up speech from our parents? We only call someone mama or dada because that's what was ingrained in our brains when we were younger. We all understand concepts because we were forced to learn what things meant. However, everyone is forced to learn things differently which is why you can make numerous people read the same line in a novel and everyone get their own meaning. My main point: Why are parrots/other birds so unappreciated for their work? When a bird talks people are just like 'yeah yeah, he picked that up off of you he isn't cognitively using those words'. But the bird manages to understand that you are about to leave, and tells you goodbye every time without you having to remind it. Doesn't that show some form of cognition?

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If you think about it, when somebody says hold your horses, theyâre telling you to be stable
We are closer to the last Pharoah of Egypt, than he was to the first Pharoah.