Queer as in Fuck You

Imagine saying "Wanting Palestine to exist is Arab supremacist because it supports an Arab state run by Arabs."

To an unfortunate number of aggressively ignorant westerners, "Arab" is a skin color/regional identity like "Black" or "Asian", and Kurds, Copts, Bedouin, Yazidi, Druze, Assyrians, and Persians are all subcategories of Arab. I have literally seen them claim that Sepharadi and Mizrahi Jews who fled to Israel from the MENA region are "Arab Jews" who are misled by Evil European Invaders.

And if you try to explain that Arabs are actually a particular tribe in the Middle East rather than synonymous with the whole of it, and what they are saying is the regional equivalent of claiming all Europeans are subcategories of German and any European who doesn't identify as German is either deceived or really from somewhere other than Europe, they insist that you're lying and propagandizing and cannot be trusted.

That man is standing in front of a green wall. Those images are not actually appearing next to him. He sees them on a monitor next to his teleprompter, in broadcast perspective which is opposite of how he actually is standing.

Eyyy, America's joining the age verification turbo Panopticon hellscape, starting right in the Texan groin

To those who think this shit is going to stay down south, please don't kid yourself

Make Noise Now

And it honestly makes me so mad whenever he’s referred to like that

Because to Clark, Krypton is a concept. It’s an idea. It’s like how we grow up with myths like Atlantis—we have never and (most likely, in our case, but I’d like to hold out hope lol) will never experience it in real life.

And Clark was never really Kal-El; he was always just. Clark Kent. The human boy from Krypton.

And then you have Kara.

Kara Zor-El, who grew up speaking Kryptonese.

Kara Zor-El, who grew up celebrating their holidays.

Kara Zor-El, who grew up eating their food.

Kara Zor-El, who, on the day that she left Krypton, had school the next day.

Kara is the last person alive who remembers a dead planet and actually lived on it.

Whereas to Clark, Krypton was a story, an ideal, a concept, to Kara, it was her entire world.

And she’s just. She’s such a heartbreaking character.

Because, think about it; she was fifteen years old. The ground was shaking. Buildings were collapsing. People were screaming, people were crying, people were scared, people were confused, and people were dying—her people, her friends.

And her parents told her to get into a pod. Told her that she needed to protect Kal-El. Their last request to her was to make sure that he was safe.

And they sent her away.

And she wonders why? Why her? Why, out of everyone, was she chosen to get to live, when everyone—everything that she knew was going to die, and there would be no one left to remember it but her?

And then she’s knocked off course.

And she spends two decades—two long, agonizing decades—alone in the dark.

And then she finally she finally manages to make it to Earth. She hasn’t aged a day—she’s still fifteen years old, and she’s lonely, and she’s confused, and she’s terrified, and she hurts, and she wants to go home, she wants her parents, she wants her friends. But she knows. She knows that she’s never going to see them again.

And when she gets to Earth, she’s still alone. She doesn’t understand what anyone is saying and no one understands her. And she doesn’t find Kal-El. Because Kal-El doesn’t really exist. She finds Clark Kent, all grown up. Clark Kent, older than her. Clark Kent, who doesn’t need her to protect him.

And…she failed. She failed her parents.

She wasn’t there. She didn’t see him grow up. She didn’t protect him, she didn’t keep him safe.

And her home, her family, everything she ever had and everything she ever loved is…gone. But she’s still there.

And she must resent her parents, because who wouldn’t? If they hadn’t sent her away, it wouldn’t have made a difference in her cousin’s life. Really, the only difference that it would’ve made is that she wouldn’t be alone. She wouldn’t be suffering. She wouldn’t have to live knowing that everyone else was dead. She wouldn’t feel the guilt of it.

But she does. She does and she misses it and she misses them and she dreams of it. No matter how long it’s been, she’ll still dream of Krypton, and she will until the day she dies.

Pilots and other transportation workers have absurd hours of service requirements that start your rest period as “the moment you shut the vehicle down” and can be as short as 9 hours in some cases.

Railroad workers have to be available on-call 6 days a week and be ready within two hours notice. They don’t get sick time.

Retail workers have to keep a veneer of politeness against any and all abuse or they can be fired.

Truck drivers get paid by mileage and rarely see pay for shipper or receiver delays.

everyone before us lived in the pre-digital age.

everyone after us lived in the enshittified post .com era

we and we alone were juuuust aged right for the point in time where we had sick ass gumdrop looking computers and phones of all shapes and sizes and you could go out in the world and be human and imperfect without some chode recording you

fucking hell