Hpecker

Haha, seriously tho, this is what racists think, for real.

The dogs are out and hunting fox

Car and hunting fox (1904), Umberto Boccioni / Who Let The Dogs Out?, Baha Man

lesbianwarriors:

This is either a gay wedding or a straight one with a selfish groom

Client: Can you put one of those sand boxes on the website?

Me: I’m sorry, what boxes?

Client: Sand boxes. With the little dots inside. So people can take pictures.

Me: Um… QR codes?

Client: YES! One of those on the site!

Me: Well, what would it link to?

Client: The website!

Me: But… they’re already on the site.

Client: Oh, I see.

I feel like this is more than made up for by the fact that we “honor” then with racist sports mascots.

ofcityromance:

i am quoting this a thousand times today.

RIP mike brown.

teachthemhowtothink:

smokeandwhiskers:

egalitariste:

feministe-radicale-et-bisexuelle:

edwardspoonhands:

cassandracroft:

So this is what trust looks like.

Funny, my first thought was “So this is what the patriarchy looks like.”

Yup. This is how women are supposed to trust men. With their lives.

Woman : “Hey, can we just… Drop the bow?”
Man : “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME I’M NOT A VIOLENT GUY, YOU ARE INSULTING ME THINKING I WILL HURT YOU!!!”
Woman : “No it’s just… Well I’m afraid.”
Man : “But why? Look at me, I’m not afraid. And we’re equal, look, we pull the bow together.”
Woman : “I think we’re not equal, you can kill me with the arrow and I can’t.”
Man : “What? So you would like to be able to kill me? You’re so agressive!”
Woman : “That’s not what I mean, we were talking about equality : you can hurt me, I can’t.”
Man : “Of course you can. You can hit me with the bow if you want.”
Woman : “That’s not the same thing, it will never kill you.”
Man : “Oh, you always complaining, stop victimising yourself! Do I talk about the difficulty of holding the arrow? Of the responsibility it giving to me?”

[…]
Etc, etc.
Every debates about gender equality, ladies and gentleman.

omg the comments.  Brilliant.

shuckl:

nothingman:

Doing The Pledge of Allegiance every school day for 4 or 5 years is one of those things that don’t seem strange when you’re young

But then you get older and you realized “yeah, swearing your allegiance to a flag for about 200+ days out of 365 day year in unity with other small children is without a doubt a creepy as fuck activity”

wait is that actually a thing american schoolchildren do what the fuck

When animals are replaced in a TV show or movie, no one notices or complains. It’s because we’re humans and our innate speciesism tells us that all Jack Russell Terriers more or less look alike. I know, fucked up but true.

But what’s even better is when HUMANS get replaced by another HUMAN. It’s less common than it used to be, but when it happens it’s always hilarious. Like how Katie Holmes morphed into Maggie Gyllenhaal in the Batman movies (though it’s more the nature of the franchise that one of the few female characters was literally replaceable).

In cases like Wishbone, they should treat it like the James Bond or Sherlock Holmes franchises. Reboot it with different breeds of dogs, like a cop show with a German Shepherd or a dark, gritty reboot with a Rottweiler. I know I’d watch Wishbone the Hellhound.

wes

A time and a place for a smiling pile of poop.

Today in coolness: Get your tweets out of my Facebook!

IS THIS JAY Z BE HONEST

flyartproductions:

La Vie Part II

La Vie (1903), Pablo Picasso / Confessions Part II, Usher

via Nick Douglas

beyoncesupremacy:

tamorapierce:

onemuseleft:

fuck-me-barnes:

carmanitaknits:

wagrobanite:

think-progress:

Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans. 

Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!

I want a reality tv show where politicians have to live in poverty for a month. They have to live in Government housing, shop with food stamps, and get only a limited amount of money for clothes. Because here, they still have all their trappings, lilke nice cars and thousand dollar suits. I want them in Walmart jeans trying to determine if they can afford a carton of milk. 

Give them a full calendar year. I want to see them confident in January, and sometime around June choking back tears at the Safeway because they are tired, so tired, of eating 25 cent cup noodles, eyeing other peoples’ full grocery carts with a dull bewilderment.

Let me see them despair because they have a persistent nagging cough that won’t go away and might be turning into pneumonia but the minute clinic is $60, which might as well be as six million dollars, either way they ain’t got it to spare - and that doesn’t count the cost of prescriptions. Let me hear them tell people about the muscle cramps they get at night due to eating non-nutritious garbage for months, the weakness from persistent hunger. 

Let them know the shame and frustration of only owning one pair of cheap polyester pants for work and one pair of thrift-store jeans, and both persistently have ripped crotches and seams coming undone, no matter how many times they get sewn back up.

Let the women know the particular sort of despair that comes once a month when you can’t afford even the cheapest pads or tampons.

Let them understand the frustration of being charged a $35 fee for a $2 overdraft. Let them watch as the bank holds charges from different days in “pending” till they all come through on the same day, and the bank charges them four times for a single overdraft because “the charges all cleared at the same time”. 

I want them to know the particular pain of having to decide between food for the week, or transportation costs to and from work. You can’t have both. Choose wisely.

You do not truly understand poverty until you’ve lived it and a month isn’t enough to encompass it. Not even close.

I have $7000 in medical bills this year because I let something go untreated for nine years because I couldn’t afford it. When I broke my hand I refused to go to the doctor because I couldn’t afford it - it wasn’t until my manager swore up and down that worker’s comp would cover it that I even considered going - and there were pieces of bone sticking out of my hand. I once walked on a broken foot for a year. A year. Because my boss wouldn’t let me have the time off to let it heal properly and my job required being on my feet for 8+hours a day. And that fucking foot kept starting to heal and then re-fracturing all over again. Spaghetti makes me sick to my stomach because I ate it every fucking day for months on end because pasta and tomato sauce are CHEAP, but there was no meat and no veggies, so it didn’t really do me any good. 

Sometimes I buy things I don’t need just to prove to myself that I can. And sometimes I go crazy and buy bags of things for the homeless shelter and the food bank because Jesus, do people need it and I have a little extra to spare now. Sometimes I hoard things, like soap and food and old clothes that I don’t like and will never wear again, because what if I need it in the future and can’t afford it?

Sometimes I remember being so poor that my power was turned off and my bank account was negative and I had nothing in the kitchen but ramen noodles and canned beans and god only knew how I was going to scrape together $475 to pay the rent on my shitty apartment and the lingering stress makes me start to cry.

Rice for a whole winter, except weekends when my boyfriend came down and took me out, and margarine—forget butter—for it only rarely, so I couldn’t eat white rice for forty years.  Pasta and soup with maybe a burger on payday as my only meat.  No dental work, so my teeth are an ongoing trainwreck.  Living in one-room studio apartments in residential hotels for a decade because we couldn’t afford a real apartment or utilities.  And yes to all the bank crap.

I want the Congresscritters to live through a year of THAT before they vote on programs for the poor.

I remember going through things like this as a child. Being so hungry that you’re blacking out and collapsing. There’s actually too many things that went on for me to list but I do remember the worst thing being that you’re made to pay fees if you cant afford something like not paying your bills on time. You;re charged for being poor. You actually have to pay money because you’re poor.

librariesinmotion:

Newton Le Willows library is fizzing with great books

My client was a grocery store chain. I showed them a photograph of a cross-section of a cantaloupe.

Client: But we’re selling whole cantaloupes, not half ones.

Me: Okay, then we’ll need to shoot a whole cantaloupe.

Client: That’s ridiculous, just turn the photo around and show the other side.

foreveralone-lyguy:

the-fault-in-our-deathstar:

The very first fucking card

nostalgia pack