New item for the bucket list
I am going to rage-karaoke. I’m going to take a commonly sung song like “You were meant for me” by Jewel, start off very sweet, and quickly turn it into death metal.
Bonus points if my companions jump up and start head banging for support.
It comes down to who is the patient. Is the woman the patient, or is the fetus the patient? One or other is the patient. I’ve never heard a fetus talk to me. I’ve heard thousands and thousands of women share their pain, their desperation, and their hopelessness.
–Dr. George Tiller, an abortion provider from Wichita, Kansas, who was murdered on May 31, 2009 at his church where he was serving as an usher/greeter. (via iamdrtiller)
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Via Radical Notions
For those who are wondering how they can help outdoor cats in bad weather if they truly can’t take them in (even just for overnight), check out this pic on how to create simple shelters from storage bins
YES, EXCELLENT. Reblog everywhere.
This is great to put out to help strays and ferals and also the outdoor cats of irresponsible pet owners who opt to leave them out in the cold.
This would be perfect for the cats we have outside.
Oooh this is greaaaat
((This would be nice for the cat that like to stay in the backyard, I think she’s going to have kittens soon 0u0))
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A group of chimps watch silently as a loved one is wheeled away to her burial. This is such a moving photograph.
On September 23, 2008, Dorothy, a female chimpanzee in her late 40s, died of congestive heart failure. A maternal and beloved figure, Dorothy had spent eight years at Cameroon’s Sanaga-Yong Chimpanzee Rescue Center, which houses and rehabilitates chimps victimized by habitat loss and the illegal African bushmeat trade.
After a hunter killed her mother, Dorothy was sold as a “mascot” to an amusement park in Cameroon. For the next 25 years she was tethered to the ground by a chain around her neck, taunted, teased, and taught to drink beer and smoke cigarettes for sport. In May 2000 Dorothy—obese from poor diet and lack of exercise—was rescued and relocated along with ten other primates. As her health improved, her deep kindness surfaced. She mothered an orphaned chimp named Bouboule and became a close friend to many others, including Jacky, the group’s alpha male, and Nama, another amusement-park refugee.
Szczupider, who had been a volunteer at the center, told me: “Her presence, and loss, was palpable, and resonated throughout the group. The management at Sanaga-Yong opted to let Dorothy’s chimpanzee family witness her burial, so that perhaps they would understand, in their own capacity, that Dorothy would not return. Some chimps displayed aggression while others barked in frustration. But perhaps the most stunning reaction was a recurring, almost tangible silence. If one knows chimpanzees, then one knows that [they] are not [usually] silent creatures.”
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Too much to say. Please read ^ :..(A group of chimps watch silently as a loved one is wheeled away to her burial. This is such a moving photograph.
On September 23, 2008, Dorothy, a female chimpanzee in her late 40s, died of congestive heart failure. A maternal and beloved figure, Dorothy had spent eight years at Cameroon’s Sanaga-Yong Chimpanzee Rescue Center, which houses and rehabilitates chimps victimized by habitat loss and the illegal African bushmeat trade.
After a hunter killed her mother, Dorothy was sold as a “mascot” to an amusement park in Cameroon. For the next 25 years she was tethered to the ground by a chain around her neck, taunted, teased, and taught to drink beer and smoke cigarettes for sport. In May 2000 Dorothy—obese from poor diet and lack of exercise—was rescued and relocated along with ten other primates. As her health improved, her deep kindness surfaced. She mothered an orphaned chimp named Bouboule and became a close friend to many others, including Jacky, the group’s alpha male, and Nama, another amusement-park refugee.
Szczupider, who had been a volunteer at the center, told me: “Her presence, and loss, was palpable, and resonated throughout the group. The management at Sanaga-Yong opted to let Dorothy’s chimpanzee family witness her burial, so that perhaps they would understand, in their own capacity, that Dorothy would not return. Some chimps displayed aggression while others barked in frustration. But perhaps the most stunning reaction was a recurring, almost tangible silence. If one knows chimpanzees, then one knows that [they] are not [usually] silent creatures.”
Eraser
Nine Inch Nails
The Downward Spiral (1994)
It is always an appropriate time for NIN.
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Leuser, a blind Sumatran orangutan has survived poachers, air rifles and deforestation during its 13 years. The animal has been saved twice by the Sumatran orangutan conservation programme. It now resides in captivity at their quarantine centre in Medan after being shot 62 times by villagers seeking entertainment.
Photograph: Paul Hilton
I am so often ashamed to be part of this species.
I’ve seen a ton on the Facebooks about ‘thanking veterans for their service’. As a veteran, let me just be very straightforward and honest with you: We didn’t ‘serve our country’; we don’t actually serve our brothers/sisters or our neighbors. We serve the interests of capital. We never risked our lives or spent months on deployment away from our family and friends so they can have this abstract concept called ‘freedom’. We served big oil, big coal, Coca-Cola, Kellogg, Brown and Root, and all the other big Capital interests who don’t know a fucking thing about sacrifice. These people will never have to deal with the loss of a loved one or the physical and/or psychological scars that those who ‘serve’ and their families have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The most patriotic thing someone can do is to tell truth to power and dedicate yourself to building power to overthrow these sociopathic assholes. I served with some of the most real and genuine people I’ve ever met. You’ll never see solidarity like the kind of solidarity you experience when your life depends on the person next to you. But most of us didn’t join for that; we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options.
–An anti-capitalist veteran (via xvxavier)
“we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options.”
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Via BEANS & RICEThe foundation of veganism does not rest upon the ideal that we are going to put a global end to meat consumption in our lifetime through our own choices or through persuading others. The purpose of veganism is doing what is right regardless of what others are doing, regardless of what the status quo is, regardless of what is easy or convenient.
– quoilecanard (via vegan-bear) Via :)Some of you might recall this post, where there was a debate on my “friend” Nate’s page about abortion and Hitler comparisons. It prompted the above status from me and a whole new round of debating, on my turf this time. I will say, there was much less vitriol this round.
Also, special thanks to Alex (dobbaaa) and everyone else for jumping in and for all your support!
On June 5, 2012, Venus will pass across the face of the sun, producing a silhouette that no one alive today will likely see again.
Transits of Venus are very rare, coming in pairs separated by more than a hundred years. This June’s transit, the bookend of a 2004-2012 pair, won’t be repeated until the year 2117. Fortunately, the event is widely visible. Observers on seven continents, even a sliver of Antarctica, will be in position to see it.
Today, I made some calming manatees, but most of them are the wrong size to go on the site.
Oh well. Would you like them?
Sometimes, fighting the war on reproductive rights is hard. But calming manatees make everything better for a little bit.
Love,
Rabble
I love this!
Via Rabble
When the exact moment of your birth is accompanied by a large clap of thunder, the rest of your life is pretty much guaranteed to be a bumpy ride. When Mary of Burgundy was engaged to the Archduke Maximilian, it marked the first recorded use of a diamond engagement ring with a ring set with thin, flat pieces of diamonds in the shape of an “M.”
She died young, after a fall of her horse broke her back and she passed away days later. What stuck in history was the whole engagement ring concept.
But we can trace this mark-your-territory wedding trend way, way back, eons before Max and his fair Lady M. Below, how our love affair with the rock slowly evolved.
Pre-History: The caveman tied cords made of braided grass around his chosen mate’s wrists, ankles, and waist, to bring her spirit under his control.
Circa 2800 BC: Egyptians are buried wearing rings made of a single silver or gold wire on the third finger of their left hands, believed to be connected directly to the heart by the vena amoris.
2nd Century BC: According to Pliny the Elder, the groom gives the bride first a gold ring to wear during the ceremony and at special events, then an iron ring to wear at home, signifying her binding legal agreement to his ownership of her.
1st Century BC: Puzzle rings first appear in Asia, where sultans and sheiks use them to tag each of their wives.
1217: The bishop of Salisbury puts an end to the popular practice of seducing girls into mock marriage with rings made of rushes. His solution? Declaring a marriage with a rush-ring legally binding.
1456: The Gutenberg bible is published. There is no mention of betrothal or marriage rings in this or any other edition of the bible.
1477: In one of the first recorded uses of a diamond engagement ring, Archduke Maximilian of Austria proposes to Mary of Burgundy with a ring that is set with thin, flat pieces of diamonds in the shape of an “M.”
1700s: Silver “poesy rings” engraved with flowery sayings are in vogue in Europe. Across the Atlantic Ocean, the Puritans give their betrotheds useful thimbles instead of rings, which are derided as frippery. Eventually, however, many thimbles get their tops sliced off and are worn as rings anyway.
1800s: The highly sentimental Victorians make jewelry from human hair, and use gemstones to spell out names or endearments, such as a D-E-A-R-E-S-T ring set with a sequence of diamond, emerald, amethyst, ruby, emerald, etc.
1867: Diamonds are discovered in the Cape Colony (now a province in South Africa), the beginning of a huge increase in the diamond supply.
1880: Cecil Rhodes, who arrived in South Africa in 1873, founds the DeBeers Mining Company with other investors. Within the decade, they will control 90 percent of the world’s diamond production.
Further proving my point that wedding rings and engagement rings are all about possession and ownership.
Via Agent 3Z
‘I didn’t climb to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables!’
Really? You did that? You, Frank from Staten Island, climbed to the top of the food chain for all of us?
Or was it you, Frank from Staten Island, who drove your SUV two blocks to the store, then got out, did your sad waddle to the front, and had to ASK where the meat section is because bright lights confuse you, then you, Frank from Staten Island, grabbed some pre-packaged dead thing that YOU didn’t even kill yourself, it was killed by illegal immigrants that are getting paid minimum wage with the bonus of “hopefully not being deported,” then you, Frank from Staten Island, have to give it to your wife to cook ’cause the last time you made dinner you burnt the hot pockets, then you, Frank from Staten Island, put on FOX News, insert your hand down your pants and think, “yeah, it’s good to be at the top of the food chain!” Darwin would have killed himself is he knew you were what was coming!
– Jamie Kilstein (via metamelf) Via Until there's nothing left of us.
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