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Jewish Voice for Peace also has many resources for ways for US citizens to get involved, including protests

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[Image ID: A screenshot of a Facebook post from Weisenback Farm. The post is a photo of two 5 gallon jugs of distilled white vinegar; one is 4% acidity, one is 5% acidity. The caption reads: Just a little warning for all those who are canning pickles or anything using vinegar. This year you cannot just grab a plastic jar of vinegar or even pickling vinegar without checking the label. Safe pickling requires 5% acidity... for the first time we are seeing 4% acidity vinegar... on the shelves. That renders anything pickled in the 4% NOT shelf stable. I belong to several canning FB pages where everyone is warning... for the first time ever... to check those labels or you could be throwing out many jars of unsafe pickled vegetables. End ID]

The National Center for Home Food Preservation issued this letter on July 14, 2023 warning people

Anyway, the running gag was that the king (an old Power Rangers knock-off doll) had absolute and unwavering faith in Evil Chancellor Traytor, who basically comported himself like a mix between Grima Wormtongue and Jafar from the Aladdin movies. Everyone was always sure that Evil Chancellor Traytor had something to do with the nefarious scheme of the day. The dude even carried around a poisoned knife called ‘the kingslayer’.

The additional twist on the joke, though, was that he never was behind anything. The king was actually right. Evil Chancellor Traytor was the most devoted civil servant in the entire Action Figure Dystopia. He spent his nights working on writing up new legislature to ensure that broken toys had access to mobility devices, was always on the lookout to acquire new shoeboxes for expanding city infrastructure, and drafted a proposal that once got half the ‘settlement’ in my sister and I’s closet moved to the upper shelf so that vulnerable toys were less likely to be snatched up by the dog.

The knife, as it turned out, was as symbolic as the ‘evil’ in his name. See, Action Figure Dystopia had a long history of corrupted monarchs getting too big for their thrones and exploiting the underclasses. The job of the Evil Chancellor was to always remain vigilant, and loyally serve a good ruler - or, if the regent should became a despot, to slay them on behalf of the people.

But since killing the king would be a terrible crime, the Evil Chancellor had to be the kind of person who would willingly die to spare the people from the plight of a wicked leader; because the murder would be pinned on them, in order to keep the ‘machinery of politics’ working as smoothly as ever.

Anyway, Evil Chancellor Traytor had a diary, in which my sister I would take turns writing out the most over-the-top good shit he’d done behind the scenes. Usually after everyone else had finished talking shit about him. I don’t know why but we got the biggest kick out of being like:

Barbie With the Unfortunate Haircut: Oh that Evil Chancellor Traytor! Why can’t the king see how wicked he is?!

Charmander From the Vending Machine: Char!

Jurassic Park Toy of Jeff Goldblum With Disturbingly Realistic Face: At least if someone puts a knife in the king’s back, we’ll know where to look!

Evil Chancellor Traytor’s Diary: Today I was feeding ducks at the park when I noticed another legless action figure sitting by the benches. I put a hundred dollars into his bag while he wasn’t looking. I really need to increase budgeting to the medical treatment centers. If only we had enough glue, I think we would see far fewer toys trying to get by without limbs… *insert iconic evil laugh*

Anyway, Evil Chancellor Traytor eventually fell victim to one of my mom’s cleaning sprees, and she decided he was too busted up to keep and tossed him out. My littler brother, who tended to follow my sister and I’s games like he was watching a daily soap opera, cried so hard that we had to do a special ‘episode’ where one of the toys found the Evil Chancellor’s diary, and so he got a big huge memorial and the king threw himself into the empty grave and then ordered the toys driving the toy bulldozer to bury him so that ‘Traytor’s grave would have a body’ (this seemed very important for some reason).

This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.

As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: “fuck him on the floor.” The use of “chintz” is indeed great word choice.

Because I’m insane, decided to scan the poem:

Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.

There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of “keep it real” juxtaposed with “chintz.” It causes me to interpret the “chintz” more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of “fuck,” which is a contrast with “chintz” but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where “chintz” is flimsy and inanimate.

And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is “filled with chintz”—something that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with “keep it real.”

The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wife’s marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something “real.” That’s a story, and it’s just two lines.

This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, y’all. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

Musk bought Twitter because he fucked around and found out. He wanted to fuck with Twitter's stock price by feigning interest in buying it. Since that's illegal, he was then cornered into actually buying it for an insanely inflated price.

Ages ago now, I had someone ask me a question about a character death, and the only accurate answer I could come up with was stolen from Stephen King–“I didn’t kill her. She just died.” This had the benefit of being 100% true! I didn’t kill that character out of malice or to be hurtful. The story, which had me so tightly by the time she died, told me she died, and so I dutifully wrote it down.

The person I answered did not like this. And after calling me a flippant cunt whore and various other nasty things which hurt my feelings but did no damage, went around one-starring all my books, claiming that they contained things they didn’t.

This hurt my overall ranking, and may very well have cost me readers. And that was one person, who decided I was being disrespectful, not even mean!

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however, self diagnosed ppl and people who sought diagnosis themselves in adulthood are the majority of people I see talking about being autistic online and like. I need us to acknowledge that it's a DEEPLY self selecting group of people and it really disturbs me that I do not see anyone talking about that

"self diagnosed" or "diagnosed as an adult" doesn't automatically equal "low support needs" of course, but um... I think it VERY much does select for people who are way more likely to view their disability label as like some identity that you unearth inside yourself? and like for a fuckton of people their disability label is actually something people in positions of authority and power have forced onto them due to an inability to perform as a nondisabled person even a little bit

and it's like... there is not any sort of moral value attached to being either of this type of person!!! which I feel like people do not hear me say when I talk about this. but I find it alarming and frustrating that we hear primarily from the first type of person in conversations about autism on this webbed site

like when ppl go "I might be autistic" I'm like ok. do you need an IEP or accommodations at your job. what are the ways a diagnosis could materially harm you. and then past those issues, here's how knowing some stuff about how you're not A Evil Freak for not meeting the Fake Neurotypical Standards. but also did you know Neurotypicality is a societal construct and doesn't actually meaningfully exist? it's people who can reasonably operate under the societal expectations of Neurotypical and people who cannot do that.

and like. disability is disabling. and. God I am so tired and I know people will get defensive about Their Identity As Neurodiverse Being Important To Them and like yes.... my identities are also important to me... but like... also on a broad scale they don't... matter that much when talking about The Experience? like it's very much a YES, AND type of thing imo. and it's VALID (lol!) of me to be frustrated when conversations inevitably do not go past the "yes" part of "yes, and" when talking about Identity is such a tip of the iceberg here.

and then yeah most of the people who are like "ugh why are you people making this about PERSONAL IDENTITY" are creepy medicalists who think that being autistic is a discrete physical thing in your brain that is Bad and want to cede MORE authority to the psych and medical complexes lmao so just kill me now I guess.

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