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Not A Lot: Mira Jacob @mirajacob Two things I didn't know until I was yesterday years old: 1) Memorial Day was started by African Americans honoring fallen Union solders 2) The Statue of Liberty was gifted to America to celebrate freed slaves, not immigrants. Erasure is real, you all. But that part we knew. 7:28 AM May 27, 2019 Twitter for iPhone 37.2K Likes 12.2K Retweets valquainton: ms-demeanor: ms-demeanor: the-barista-who-became-a-rabbit: meganphntmgrl: panic-boy-21: blckrapunzel: laughingacademy: interficio-vos: thatpettyblackgirl: The White Wash is real. One of the Earliest Memorial Day Ceremonies Was Held by Freed Slaves The Statue of Liberty was created to celebrate freed slaves, not immigrants, its new museum recounts Just wait until you google what the original Statue of Liberty(that got refused by America)looked like For those of you who don’t want to look it up yourselves: Lady Liberty is a black woman. Guys, this has been thoroughly debunked since 2000, and it does the statue on the left there a huge disservice to treat her as an unwanted copy. That’s Lady Liberty of St. Maarten, an homage from 2007 (post-dating the debunking, even) that was dedicated to the anniversary of the ending of slavery there: The Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor is a representation of Libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom, with bonus American iconography: HOWEVER: Lady Liberty in New York is not based on a white woman, either.  She’s a Muslim Arab woman, at least in terms of the modeling of her face. Her face was reused from an abandoned project to build a colossal statue of a modern Egyptian Arab peasant woman near the Suez Canal (as verified by the Smithsonian, no less). While she wasn’t originally dedicated specifically for immigrants, the poem “The New Colossus” was added specifically because of the position she occupied in the harbor and the symbolic visual power she would have to immigrants coming in. The author, Emma Lazarus, was Jewish. It’s important to fight back on the whitewashing of history, because it happens left and right, but it shouldn’t happen at the cost of misinformation that treats Lady Liberty of St. Maarten as an unwanted prototype rather than a powerful monument in her own right and, ironically, claims that she’s now a white woman when she’s not while also ignoring the powerful influence of the Jewish-American community on the final version. Geez, I’m really tired of people trying to spout false shit all over tumblr. Like, this post has 37K notes, But I assure you, that like many other false posts, ¾ of the notes are from people who saw the false bit and prefered to reblog it that way and be mad, instead of just making a simple google search Hi Darling Friends of Tumblr. I’ve been taking too long to do data entry and I’m not good at actually doing analysis so it’s time to start naming and shaming. @thatpettyblackgirl is a blog that I’ve been observing for a while that has a really interesting pattern of behavior. Namely, posting a bunch of shit like this. Remember that tweet about Olive Garden supporting Donald Trump that was debunked? Well when it circulated on tumblr two weeks ago it was because of @thatpettyblackgirl You know the misreported post about the school lunch program that refused donations from a local businessman? That was a different blogger but thatpettyblackgirl has circulated another version of it. That other blogger has a posting history that’s full of the same kinds of things thatpettyblackgirl posts - lots of reposts from twitter, lots of screenshots from other sites, not a lot of commentary, and things that are decontextualized enough to make them seem worse than they are or to totally misrepresent the actions depicted (like this reposted video and tweets indignant about a man being arrested when the very specific purpose of his protest was to get arrested). It reminds me of that post about coconut husks as a wood alternative that’s been circulating recently - a screenshot of a white man above a news article is posted with the complaint that white people “discovering” coconuts after disregarding them as useless when the article is about a new method of processing coconut husks that allows them to be put to new uses. That blog is fascinating. And has a lot in common with thatpettyblackgirl - both of them reblog their own posts at a rate that’s higher than I’ve seen on most tumblrs (btw, you should know that a while back I asked for volunteers who would let me explore their tumblrs and while my research sample isn’t random it is a collection of small and large blogs and none of them have *checks notes* reblogged their own post of a bunch of screencaps of a tweet storm five times in the last couple of days). Both of them tend to post screencaps, neither one really writes much. They reblog a lot of memes, and both have some pretty big textposts that are just straight rip-offs of tweets (”bi folks have you eaten today? answer quick and iced coffee doesn’t count” is one of thatpettyblackgirl’s recent popular textposts and it’s ripped off from twitter.) They also reblog eachother a fair amount - along with @whyyoustabbedme and @endangered-justice-seeker, who ALSO have really weird posting patterns. Also all four of those blogs are part of a group of nine blogs that were created in a three-week period of 2017 that I’ve been watching that don’t seem to follow a pattern of normal tumblr behavior and that also post an awful lot of incorrect viral posts and are staggeringly popular (for clarity: blackqueerblog is not one of the nine created in that time period). ANYWAY this is all reminding me very strongly of bellygangstaboo and lagonegirl. I know I probably sound like this image: But there are excellent, thoughtful bloggers who discuss police brutality, racism in the US, class warefare, and institutional bias who aren’t ALSO unflaggingly committed to having their own dedicated Snopes pages. @odinsblog, Franchesca Ramsey, @antifainternational, and @mostlysignssomeportents might be a good place to start. My dudes, I don’t want to be depressing so I’ll let Vanity Fair do it for me: That Russian operatives could so effectively engage Americans with tactics as simple as Facebook ads, fake-news postings, and Twitter trolls, shows how dangerous misinformation is in the social-media age, when propaganda can be so easily amplified. More important, it highlights how primed Americans already were for manipulation. When the ICE raids started up again a few months ago thatpettyblackgirl was posting about how shameful it was that there was nothing that could be done. A lot of these blogs are writing about how it’s impossible for black people to succeed in America, they’re writing about how voting is always rigged and you can’t fight the system. And you know what that goes against every fucking principle of my cold little anarchist heart. These blogs are full of despair - they look like they’re full of cute memes and fresh news but they’re a poisoned pill telling you not to bother because you can’t fight the system. They’re not offering help, they’re training you not to bother fighting for your rights (there was a popular post about how the Hong Kong protesters are light years ahead of US protesters - that post didn’t talk about mutual aid or sharing tactics, it just said “people in the US would never” and left it at that, like we can’t learn from each other and share information across borders) Fucking. Anyway. I’ve been fairly quiet about this because I’ve been trying to be all good and data sciencey about it but I’ve seen this post on my dash fifty times this week. Keep your eye out for @thatpettyblackgirl  @uncommonbish @whyyoustabbedme and @blackqueerblog - all of them have large followings and are known to post tweets and news articles out of context and if you’re considering reblogging information from one of their blogs please make a point to fact-check the post yourself. Not everything they post is wrong. I don’t know if these are real bloggers who don’t care about the potential negative impact of their tweet thievery or if they’re weird psyops blogs that are intended to make you feel hopeless about your place in the political process. Whatever they are it doesn’t matter when they continually post misinformation and don’t seem to care about stopping so please be cautious. Anyway, I’m cataloguing these sorts of posts at @psyops-redux so if you want to keep an eye out for stuff that’s debunked I’ll tag by originating blogger over there. Stay safe, buds. Dammit, I got all fired up and I forgot to add: THERE’S A GAME THAT HELPS YOU RECOGNIZE WHEN PEOPLE ARE POSTING MISINFORMATION AND MAKES YOU LESS SUSCEPTIBLE TO THIS KIND OF PROPAGANDA AND YOU SHOULD ALL GO PLAY IT. Ah. The number reposts from their own blogs had puzzled me in the past. I assumed it was something to do with the way Tumblr runs that I wasn’t tech-savvy enough to understand. But this makes a lot of sense. Unless someone tells me otherwise, I’m gonna go ahead and unfollow the blogs listed. Any recommendations for actual historical/current affairs poc blogs to follow instead?
Not A Lot: Mira Jacob
 @mirajacob
 Two things I didn't know until I was
 yesterday years old:
 1) Memorial Day was started by
 African Americans honoring fallen
 Union solders
 2) The Statue of Liberty was gifted to
 America to celebrate freed slaves, not
 immigrants.
 Erasure is real, you all. But that part
 we knew.
 7:28 AM May 27, 2019 Twitter for iPhone
 37.2K Likes
 12.2K Retweets
valquainton:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

the-barista-who-became-a-rabbit:

meganphntmgrl:

panic-boy-21:

blckrapunzel:

laughingacademy:

interficio-vos:

thatpettyblackgirl:


The White Wash is real.



One of the Earliest Memorial Day Ceremonies Was Held by Freed Slaves
The Statue of Liberty was created to celebrate freed slaves, not immigrants, its new museum recounts



Just wait until you google what the original Statue of Liberty(that got refused by America)looked like


For those of you who don’t want to look it up yourselves:
Lady Liberty is a black woman.

Guys, this has been thoroughly debunked since 2000, and it does the statue on the left there a huge disservice to treat her as an unwanted copy. That’s Lady Liberty of St. Maarten, an homage from 2007 (post-dating the debunking, even) that was dedicated to the anniversary of the ending of slavery there:
The Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor is a representation of Libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom, with bonus American iconography:
HOWEVER: Lady Liberty in New York is not based on a white woman, either. 
She’s a Muslim Arab woman, at least in terms of the modeling of her face. Her face was reused from an abandoned project to build a colossal statue of a modern Egyptian Arab peasant woman near the Suez Canal (as verified by the Smithsonian, no less).
While she wasn’t originally dedicated specifically for immigrants, the poem “The New Colossus” was added specifically because of the position she occupied in the harbor and the symbolic visual power she would have to immigrants coming in. The author, Emma Lazarus, was Jewish.
It’s important to fight back on the whitewashing of history, because it happens left and right, but it shouldn’t happen at the cost of misinformation that treats Lady Liberty of St. Maarten as an unwanted prototype rather than a powerful monument in her own right and, ironically, claims that she’s now a white woman when she’s not while also ignoring the powerful influence of the Jewish-American community on the final version.

Geez, I’m really tired of people trying to spout false shit all over tumblr. Like, this post has 37K notes, But I assure you, that like many other false posts, ¾ of the notes are from people who saw the false bit and prefered to reblog it that way and be mad, instead of just making a simple google search

Hi Darling Friends of Tumblr.
I’ve been taking too long to do data entry and I’m not good at actually doing analysis so it’s time to start naming and shaming.
@thatpettyblackgirl is a blog that I’ve been observing for a while that has a really interesting pattern of behavior. 
Namely, posting a bunch of shit like this. 
Remember that tweet about Olive Garden supporting Donald Trump that was debunked? Well when it circulated on tumblr two weeks ago it was because of @thatpettyblackgirl
You know the misreported post about the school lunch program that refused donations from a local businessman? That was a different blogger but thatpettyblackgirl has circulated another version of it. 
That other blogger has a posting history that’s full of the same kinds of things thatpettyblackgirl posts - lots of reposts from twitter, lots of screenshots from other sites, not a lot of commentary, and things that are decontextualized enough to make them seem worse than they are or to totally misrepresent the actions depicted (like this reposted video and tweets indignant about a man being arrested when the very specific purpose of his protest was to get arrested).
It reminds me of that post about coconut husks as a wood alternative that’s been circulating recently - a screenshot of a white man above a news article is posted with the complaint that white people “discovering” coconuts after disregarding them as useless when the article is about a new method of processing coconut husks that allows them to be put to new uses. 
That blog is fascinating. And has a lot in common with thatpettyblackgirl - both of them reblog their own posts at a rate that’s higher than I’ve seen on most tumblrs (btw, you should know that a while back I asked for volunteers who would let me explore their tumblrs and while my research sample isn’t random it is a collection of small and large blogs and none of them have *checks notes* reblogged their own post of a bunch of screencaps of a tweet storm five times in the last couple of days). Both of them tend to post screencaps, neither one really writes much. They reblog a lot of memes, and both have some pretty big textposts that are just straight rip-offs of tweets (”bi folks have you eaten today? answer quick and iced coffee doesn’t count” is one of thatpettyblackgirl’s recent popular textposts and it’s ripped off from twitter.) They also reblog eachother a fair amount - along with @whyyoustabbedme and @endangered-justice-seeker, who ALSO have really weird posting patterns.
Also all four of those blogs are part of a group of nine blogs that were created in a three-week period of 2017 that I’ve been watching that don’t seem to follow a pattern of normal tumblr behavior and that also post an awful lot of incorrect viral posts and are staggeringly popular (for clarity: blackqueerblog is not one of the nine created in that time period). 

ANYWAY this is all reminding me very strongly of bellygangstaboo and lagonegirl. 
I know I probably sound like this image:
But there are excellent, thoughtful bloggers who discuss police brutality, racism in the US, class warefare, and institutional bias who aren’t ALSO unflaggingly committed to having their own dedicated Snopes pages. @odinsblog, Franchesca Ramsey, @antifainternational, and @mostlysignssomeportents might be a good place to start. 
My dudes, I don’t want to be depressing so I’ll let Vanity Fair do it for me:

That Russian operatives could so effectively engage Americans with 
tactics as simple as Facebook ads, fake-news postings, and Twitter 
trolls, shows how dangerous misinformation is in the social-media age, 
when propaganda can be so easily amplified. More important, it 
highlights how primed Americans already were for manipulation. 
When the ICE raids started up again a few months ago thatpettyblackgirl was posting about how shameful it was that there was nothing that could be done. A lot of these blogs are writing about how it’s impossible for black people to succeed in America, they’re writing about how voting is always rigged and you can’t fight the system.
And you know what that goes against every fucking principle of my cold little anarchist heart. These blogs are full of despair - they look like they’re full of cute memes and fresh news but they’re a poisoned pill telling you not to bother because you can’t fight the system. They’re not offering help, they’re training you not to bother fighting for your rights (there was a popular post about how the Hong Kong protesters are light years ahead of US protesters - that post didn’t talk about mutual aid or sharing tactics, it just said “people in the US would never” and left it at that, like we can’t learn from each other and share information across borders)
Fucking. Anyway. I’ve been fairly quiet about this because I’ve been trying to be all good and data sciencey about it but I’ve seen this post on my dash fifty times this week. 
Keep your eye out for @thatpettyblackgirl  @uncommonbish @whyyoustabbedme and @blackqueerblog - all of them have large followings and are known to post tweets and news articles out of context and if you’re considering reblogging information from one of their blogs please make a point to fact-check the post yourself. 
Not everything they post is wrong. I don’t know if these are real bloggers who don’t care about the potential negative impact of their tweet thievery or if they’re weird psyops blogs that are intended to make you feel hopeless about your place in the political process. Whatever they are it doesn’t matter when they continually post misinformation and don’t seem to care about stopping so please be cautious.
Anyway, I’m cataloguing these sorts of posts at @psyops-redux so if you want to keep an eye out for stuff that’s debunked I’ll tag by originating blogger over there.
Stay safe, buds. 

Dammit, I got all fired up and I forgot to add:

THERE’S A GAME THAT HELPS YOU RECOGNIZE WHEN PEOPLE ARE POSTING MISINFORMATION AND MAKES YOU LESS SUSCEPTIBLE TO THIS KIND OF PROPAGANDA AND YOU SHOULD ALL GO PLAY IT.


Ah.  The number reposts from their own blogs had puzzled me in the past.  I assumed it was something to do with the way Tumblr runs that I wasn’t tech-savvy enough to understand.  But this makes a lot of sense.  Unless someone tells me otherwise, I’m gonna go ahead and unfollow the blogs listed.  Any recommendations for actual historical/current affairs poc blogs to follow instead?

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Not A Lot: 22+ Tumblr Posts To Help You Laugh Your Troubles Away irrevocably-delicious Irrevocably-delicious @india draws Anyone who's worked in retail has probably participated in this thing I call "circle talk" and it is by far one the most exhausting and irritating parts of my job. 12-05 PM Jan 19, 2019- Twitter Web App Circle talk is when a customer asks you a question, but when you answer it, they continue to stare at you blankly. So you repeat your answer over and over, slightly rephrasing it until it permeates their brain. "How big does this cactus grow?" "It'll get quite large, but it's very slow growing, so you won't see much of a difference until almost 10 years" "Oh my wife has one that's like half metre" "Yes that must be quite old" "So they can get that big?" "Yes but not for a long time" "about 10 years?" "YES" 12:05 PM Jan 19, 2019 Twitter Web App he Cackes Grows slo Oh right& he Cockuss slow growino The Slow growing Cachs Small Cactsou will not grouw og quich Some retail complaints from twitter this morning. I don't think anyone can fully comprehend how stupid humans are until they work a retail or hospitality job. starfire003 I'd like to add on the people who ask a question, get an answer they don't like and ask the same question in a different way to get the response they want. corisanna I get stuff like this often enough at work, but that last one? There is one customer we have that does that so frequently and for so long (personal record with me is goddamn FORTY MINUTES of trying to get the answer she wanted) that we call her Circle Lady when she isn't present. Then there are the ones who do this, fail, and try it again with the same employees the next day greatfay Me: "For the drink, it's [x amount]) Customer: "I saw a sign that I get a free drink?" Me: "For signing up for our rewards program, yes:" Customer: "Oh... I don't have one of those Me: "Well if you sign up, you can get the free drink! :) Customer: "Eh don't want to sign up" Me: " " Customer: "I hate getting all those emails" Me: "Oh, well you can opt out of emails, I can show you how:) Customer: "No thanks, I don't want an account" Me: "Okay... well the drink will be [x amount]: Customer: "I thought it was free?" Me: ")" Me: "It's free if you sign up for our rewards program:)" Customer: "I don't want to sign up" Me: "Then the drink isn't free :)" Customer: "You can't just give me the drink?" Me: "No, I can't unfortunately:) Customer: "Why not? It's only [x amount] Me: "if that's not a lot of money to you, why don't you just pay for it? : Customer: "This is shit customer service" Me: ")" Customer: "This is highway robbery, squeezing every dime out of people, you should be ashamed of yourself-" Me: "I don't control the prices, I'm just a cashier:) Customer: "-making a fucking fuss over a damn drink and it's not even a large- Me: "That's not my decision, I'm just a cashier:) Customer:"-and you bet I won't be coming back here again Me: "How unfortunate :)" thekeybladeninja I can feel the) deep in my soul 74,441 notes Click to see full Sarcasm Goal 22+ Tumblr Posts To Help You Laugh Your Troubles Away #funny #memes #tumblr #funnymemes
Not A Lot: 22+ Tumblr Posts To Help You Laugh Your Troubles Away
 irrevocably-delicious
 Irrevocably-delicious
 @india draws
 Anyone who's worked in retail has
 probably participated in this thing I
 call "circle talk" and it is by far one
 the most exhausting and irritating
 parts of my job.
 12-05 PM Jan 19, 2019- Twitter Web App
 Circle talk is when a customer asks
 you a question, but when you answer
 it, they continue to stare at you
 blankly. So you repeat your answer
 over and over, slightly rephrasing it
 until it permeates their brain.
 "How big does this cactus grow?"
 "It'll get quite large, but it's very slow
 growing, so you won't see much of a
 difference until almost 10 years"
 "Oh my wife has one that's like half
 metre"
 "Yes that must be quite old"
 "So they can get that big?"
 "Yes but not for a long time"
 "about 10 years?"
 "YES"
 12:05 PM Jan 19, 2019 Twitter Web App
 he Cackes Grows slo
 Oh right& he Cockuss slow
 growino
 The Slow growing Cachs
 Small Cactsou
 will not grouw og quich
 Some retail complaints from twitter this
 morning. I don't think anyone can fully
 comprehend how stupid humans are until they
 work a retail or hospitality job.
 starfire003
 I'd like to add on the people who ask a question,
 get an answer they don't like and ask the same
 question in a different way to get the response
 they want.
 corisanna
 I get stuff like this often enough at work, but
 that last one? There is one customer we have
 that does that so frequently and for so long
 (personal record with me is goddamn FORTY
 MINUTES of trying to get the answer she
 wanted) that we call her Circle Lady when she
 isn't present.
 Then there are the ones who do this, fail, and
 try it again with the same employees the next
 day
 greatfay
 Me: "For the drink, it's [x amount])
 Customer: "I saw a sign that I get a free drink?"
 Me: "For signing up for our rewards program,
 yes:"
 Customer: "Oh... I don't have one of those
 Me: "Well if you sign up, you can get the free
 drink! :)
 Customer: "Eh don't want to sign up"
 Me: " "
 Customer: "I hate getting all those emails"
 Me: "Oh, well you can opt out of emails, I can
 show you how:)
 Customer: "No thanks, I don't want an
 account"
 Me: "Okay... well the drink will be [x amount]:
 Customer: "I thought it was free?"
 Me: ")"
 Me: "It's free if you sign up for our rewards
 program:)"
 Customer: "I don't want to sign up"
 Me: "Then the drink isn't free :)"
 Customer: "You can't just give me the drink?"
 Me: "No, I can't unfortunately:)
 Customer: "Why not? It's only [x amount]
 Me: "if that's not a lot of money to you, why
 don't you just pay for it? :
 Customer: "This is shit customer service"
 Me: ")"
 Customer: "This is highway robbery, squeezing
 every dime out of people, you should be
 ashamed of yourself-"
 Me: "I don't control the prices, I'm just a
 cashier:)
 Customer: "-making a fucking fuss over a
 damn drink and it's not even a large-
 Me: "That's not my decision, I'm just a
 cashier:)
 Customer:"-and you bet I won't be coming
 back here again
 Me: "How unfortunate :)"
 thekeybladeninja
 I can feel the) deep in my soul
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22+ Tumblr Posts To Help You Laugh Your Troubles Away #funny #memes #tumblr #funnymemes

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Not A Lot: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town? Heck yeah! Yes Reply Alright lets do this So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street, so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda dazed, still sleepy. Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere, and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away So my trip so far has been mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and sticks I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him, which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool, whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a stream near by to let him drink Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood and whatever the hell else is in those woods. Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street. Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet. I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which, from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting story Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house, which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging a bear covered in blood around by its neck For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood red eyes So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall. which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote for a couple nights (coyotes most people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my neighborhood So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood. I was too embarrassed. How to become a cryptid
Not A Lot: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story
 about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town?
 Heck yeah!
 Yes
 Reply
 Alright lets do this
 So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like
 someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street,
 so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end
 and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am
 and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside
 Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes
 also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he
 still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on
 him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda
 dazed, still sleepy.
 Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y
 house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal
 skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l
 run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after
 him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the
 lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back
 before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally
 I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l
 run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly
 thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying
 to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this
 point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere,
 and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and
 boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass
 sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees
 out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks
 After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally
 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out
 managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in
 the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the
 mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way
 After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i
 last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away
 So my trip so far has been
 mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2
 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally
 So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm
 one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm
 breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and
 sticks
 I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off
 and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in
 distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him,
 which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool,
 whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he
 pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a
 stream near by to let him drink
 Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now
 that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with
 both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got
 ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in
 water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way
 back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1
 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start
 the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash
 and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me
 with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood
 and whatever the hell else is in those woods.
 Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a
 rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are
 gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk
 until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street.
 Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the
 ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire
 practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I
 wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that
 So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet.
 I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take
 off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping
 down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which,
 from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those
 woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog
 outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with
 dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my
 house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever
 He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if
 Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours
 t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in
 l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine
 UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting
 story
 Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house,
 which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw
 (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging
 a bear covered in blood around by its neck
 For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard
 the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets
 and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling
 everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood
 red eyes
 So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who
 feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood
 Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes
 sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in
 blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that
 was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an
 accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed
 through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall.
 which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote
 for a couple nights (coyotes most
 people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the
 actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my
 neighborhood
 So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood.
 I was too embarrassed.
How to become a cryptid

How to become a cryptid

Not A Lot: Rep. Dan Kildee @RepDanKildee Follow 51 cents to spare. Hardest shopping trip in memory. Two small bags of groceries, not a lot of food. #SNAPchallenge pic.twitter.com/3k4lkmiugy 12:16 PM 12 Jun 2013 27 RETWEETS 6 FAVORITES coffee juices candy tea ue powder drinks jams/jellies 49 candy amey-winehouse: 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. ^^^
Not A Lot: Rep. Dan Kildee
 @RepDanKildee
 Follow
 51 cents to spare. Hardest shopping trip in memory. Two
 small bags of groceries, not a lot of food. #SNAPchallenge
 pic.twitter.com/3k4lkmiugy
 12:16 PM 12 Jun 2013
 27 RETWEETS 6 FAVORITES

 coffee
 juices
 candy
 tea
 ue
 powder drinks jams/jellies
 49
 candy
amey-winehouse:
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.

^^^

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Not A Lot: <p>Black history month day 11: Ragtime composer Scott Joplin.</p> <p>Stock Joplin was born just three years after the end of the Civil War in 1868, to a former slave man and freeborn black woman. His father worked as a laborer for the railroad and his mother was a maid. When not working, his father liked to play the violin for plantation parties in North Carolina while his mother sang and played the banjo. Joplin was given a rudimentary musical education by his family and from the age of seven he was allowed to play the piano while his mother cleaned.</p> <p>Joplin was ambitious about learning piano, often practicing after school. He was tutored for a while by German Jew who had emigrated to America. This teacher taught him folk, classical, and opera music, encouraging him to recognize music as an art form. Joplin never forgot the man’s kindness and sent the ill and aging man a gift of money once he had become successful.</p> <p>Jump and did some work as a real way labor but decided to abandon this in pursuit of a musical career. He soon realized that there were not a lot of opportunities for black musicians, churches and brothels being the primary places he could play piano. But he saw some minor success at the Chicago world‘s fair and went on to published several significantly popular ragtime pieces.</p> <p>He composed an opera and move to New York to get it published, unfortunately art music was a field largely closed off the African-Americans. He did not get to see the opera have any success in his lifetime, although it was successfully staged in the 1970s.</p>
Not A Lot: <p>Black history month day 11: Ragtime composer Scott Joplin.</p>

<p>Stock Joplin was born just three years after the end of the Civil War in 1868, to a former slave man and freeborn black woman. His father worked as a laborer for the railroad and his mother was a maid. When not working, his father liked to play the violin for plantation parties in North Carolina while his mother sang and played the banjo. Joplin was given a rudimentary musical education by his family and from the age of seven he was allowed to play the piano while his mother cleaned.</p>

<p>Joplin was ambitious about learning piano, often practicing after school. He was tutored for a while by German Jew who had emigrated to America. This teacher taught him folk, classical, and opera music, encouraging him to recognize music as an art form. Joplin never forgot the man’s kindness and sent the ill and aging man a gift of money once he had become successful.</p>

<p>Jump and did some work as a real way labor but decided to abandon this in pursuit of a musical career. He soon realized that there were not a lot of opportunities for black musicians, churches and brothels being the primary places he could play piano. But he saw some minor success at the Chicago world‘s fair and went on to published several significantly popular ragtime pieces.</p>

<p>He composed an opera and move to New York to get it published, unfortunately art music was a field largely closed off the African-Americans. He did not get to see the opera have any success in his lifetime, although it was successfully staged in the 1970s.</p>

<p>Black history month day 11: Ragtime composer Scott Joplin.</p> <p>Stock Joplin was born just three years after the end of the Civil W...

Not A Lot: CALM HARM The urge to self-harm is like a wave. It feels the most powerful when you start wanting to do it. Learn to surf the wave by using the Five Minute Rule or Fifteen Minute Rule with these activities. Once you surf the wave the urge will fade. RIDE THE WAVE ACTIVITY TYPE Select an activity type: Comfort Distract Express Yourself Release Random Breathe DISTRACT 60 SECONDS How many Harry Potter characters can you name? START DISTRACT Great! The urge has passed, you have surfed the wave. Remember this activity next time you feel the urge. CONTINUE r-r-recovery: glass-skeleton: theshitneyspears: Saw Lauren Jauregui’s tweet about this app called Calm Harm and its purpose is helps you to avoid self-harm (of any kind, be it inflicting pain to yourself or texting a toxic person). it’s completely free and available in ios/android. not a lot of people know about it so please share it to anyone who needs it 💖 I began using this app about a week ago and I love it. I don’t cut as much as I used to but it’s still nice to have around just in case. I also found that it’s really helpful with my social anxiety and panic attacks. It distracts me and calms me down. So easy to use when you’re in a public place such as school. Honestly, I think everyone should give it a try. Maybe it’ll help you. ✨✨ This app is seriously life changing, everyone should get it - not just self harmers ❤️💖
Not A Lot: CALM HARM
 The urge to self-harm is like a wave. It feels
 the most powerful when you start wanting to
 do it.
 Learn to surf the wave by using the Five
 Minute Rule or Fifteen Minute Rule with
 these activities.
 Once you surf the wave the urge will fade.
 RIDE THE WAVE

 ACTIVITY TYPE
 Select an activity type:
 Comfort
 Distract
 Express Yourself
 Release
 Random
 Breathe

 DISTRACT
 60
 SECONDS
 How many Harry Potter characters can you
 name?
 START

 DISTRACT
 Great!
 The urge has passed, you have surfed the
 wave.
 Remember this activity next time you feel the
 urge.
 CONTINUE
r-r-recovery:
glass-skeleton:


theshitneyspears:

Saw Lauren Jauregui’s tweet about this app called Calm Harm and its purpose is helps you to avoid self-harm (of any kind, be it inflicting pain to yourself or texting a toxic person). it’s completely free and available in ios/android. not a lot of people know about it so please share it to anyone who needs it 💖

I began using this app about a week ago and I love it. I don’t cut as much as I used to but it’s still nice to have around just in case. I also found that it’s really helpful with my social anxiety and panic attacks. It distracts me and calms me down. So easy to use when you’re in a public place such as school.
Honestly, I think everyone should give it a try. Maybe it’ll help you. ✨✨


This app is seriously life changing, everyone should get it - not just self harmers ❤️💖

r-r-recovery: glass-skeleton: theshitneyspears: Saw Lauren Jauregui’s tweet about this app called Calm Harm and its purpose is helps y...

Not A Lot: Calvin Rickson, an engineer from Texas A&M University has designed a bra that keeps women's breasts from jiggling, bouncing up and down, and stops nipples from pushing through the fabric when cold weather sets in. After a news conference announcing the invention, a large group of men took Mr. Rickson outside and kicked the shit out of him. Michelle de Mooij I cannot believe how disgusting some of the comments on this post are. Boobs are not men's toys to look at and play with. The bra would be made for a reason. For women to wear and feel comfortable in, not for men to throw a fit about because it doesn't please them. Ugh. Like 33 More Yesterday at 01:58 Ahen l will have to respectfully disagree ma am! Like 4.Yesterday at 14:53 HOTHING Taeja I agree to Disagree ) Like Yesterday at 16:33 Joh boobs are definitely men's toys Like Yesterday at 17:37 Michelle de Mooij No they aren't. Boobs are made for babies. Not for men to objectify. It isn't rocket science. Like More Yesterday at 17:47 Hannah A OMG Michelle chill out.... Yes boobs are ment for babies, but while your baby is not using them let the men enjoy!!! My god stop being a prude!!! That's like telling you that you're not allowed to look at a man's, butt, chest, or back!!! Get over it, we should be proud of what we have not ashamed!!!As long as it's covered up who cares who looks!!! Like 10 hours ago Michelle de Mooij I never said we should be ashamed of what we have. I'm not being a prude at all. I'm simply saying men are making a huge deal about this. This is made for women to feel comfortable in, as not a lot of women appreciate men staring at their chests, covered up or not. Especially women with larger chests are bothered by the bouncing and jiggling, and nipples poking through the fabric when it's cold is just annoying. Like I said, men are just upset because they can't carry on objectifying women. Nothing about that is prude. Randall A fucking lesbians man Like 3.5 hours ago Michelle de Mooij I'm sorry Randall, but I fail to see how my words about men being objectifying and misogynistic has anything to do with lesbians. If anything, you just proved my point by labelling me as a lesbian simply for using my brain. Like More 3 minutes ago
Not A Lot: Calvin Rickson, an engineer from Texas A&M University
 has designed a bra that keeps women's breasts from
 jiggling, bouncing up and down, and stops nipples from
 pushing through the fabric when cold weather sets in.
 After a news conference announcing the invention,
 a large group of men took Mr. Rickson outside
 and kicked the shit out of him.

 Michelle de Mooij
 I cannot believe how disgusting some of the comments
 on this post are. Boobs are not men's toys to look at
 and play with. The bra would be made for a reason. For
 women to wear and feel comfortable in, not for men to
 throw a fit about because it doesn't please them. Ugh.
 Like 33 More Yesterday at 01:58
 Ahen
 l will have to respectfully disagree ma am!
 Like 4.Yesterday at 14:53
 HOTHING
 Taeja
 I agree to Disagree )
 Like Yesterday at 16:33
 Joh
 boobs are definitely men's toys
 Like Yesterday at 17:37
 Michelle de Mooij
 No they aren't. Boobs are made for babies. Not for men
 to objectify. It isn't rocket science.
 Like More Yesterday at 17:47

 Hannah
 A OMG Michelle chill out.... Yes boobs are ment for
 babies, but while your baby is not using them let the
 men enjoy!!! My god stop being a prude!!! That's like
 telling you that you're not allowed to look at a man's,
 butt, chest, or back!!! Get over it, we should be proud of
 what we have not ashamed!!!As long as it's covered
 up who cares who looks!!!
 Like 10 hours ago
 Michelle de Mooij
 I never said we should be ashamed of what we have.
 I'm not being a prude at all. I'm simply saying men are
 making a huge deal about this. This is made for women
 to feel comfortable in, as not a lot of women appreciate
 men staring at their chests, covered up or not.
 Especially women with larger chests are bothered by
 the bouncing and jiggling, and nipples poking through
 the fabric when it's cold is just annoying.
 Like I said, men are just upset because they can't carry
 on objectifying women.
 Nothing about that is prude.

 Randall
 A fucking lesbians man
 Like 3.5 hours ago
 Michelle de Mooij
 I'm sorry Randall, but I fail to see how my words about
 men being objectifying and misogynistic has anything
 to do with lesbians.
 If anything, you just proved my point by labelling me as
 a lesbian simply for using my brain.
 Like More 3 minutes ago
Not A Lot: Rep. Dan Kildee @RepDanKildee Follow 51 cents to spare. Hardest shopping trip in memory. Two small bags of groceries, not a lot of food. #SNAPchallenge pic.twitter.com/3k4lkmiugy 12:16 PM 12 Jun 2013 27 RETWEETS 6 FAVORITES coffee juices candy tea ue powder drinks jams/jellies 49 candy amey-winehouse: 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. ^^^
Not A Lot: Rep. Dan Kildee
 @RepDanKildee
 Follow
 51 cents to spare. Hardest shopping trip in memory. Two
 small bags of groceries, not a lot of food. #SNAPchallenge
 pic.twitter.com/3k4lkmiugy
 12:16 PM 12 Jun 2013
 27 RETWEETS 6 FAVORITES

 coffee
 juices
 candy
 tea
 ue
 powder drinks jams/jellies
 49
 candy
amey-winehouse:
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.

^^^

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Not A Lot: Rep. Dan Kildee @RepDanKildee Follow 51 cents to spare. Hardest shopping trip in memory. Two small bags of groceries, not a lot of food. #SNAPchallenge pic.twitter.com/3k4lkmiugy 12:16 PM 12 Jun 2013 27 RETWEETS 6 FAVORITES coffee juices candy tea ue powder drinks jams/jellies 49 candy amey-winehouse: 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. ^^^
Not A Lot: Rep. Dan Kildee
 @RepDanKildee
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 51 cents to spare. Hardest shopping trip in memory. Two
 small bags of groceries, not a lot of food. #SNAPchallenge
 pic.twitter.com/3k4lkmiugy
 12:16 PM 12 Jun 2013
 27 RETWEETS 6 FAVORITES

 coffee
 juices
 candy
 tea
 ue
 powder drinks jams/jellies
 49
 candy
amey-winehouse:
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.

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Not A Lot: my paw, would you like it? @DrSmashlove Not a lot of y'all like "could smash's stories be true", "he gotta be making this shit up", "no way his life is really like this". Well the problem is sometimes I don't go into the details on some truly embarrassing stories so y'all only think my life is foot loose and fancy free. Aw hella nah. With that said let me tell y'all a story I never told before. So one time I'm at a bar in Bucktown Bruh and I meet this gyal and we hit it off and we Uber back to her crib in Rogers Park (she was a researcher at Loyola University) way TF in the north part of the city damn near to Evanston so she could walk her doggo before the end of the night. Now mind u I'm a planner. I'm spontaneous but I like to be at least somewhat responsible. But I'm also always up for an adventure so we go there talk all night do our lil thang etc etc bottom line I crash there. Now at 8 am I get a calendar reminder that I got a breakfast meeting back downtown at 8 am with a dude trying to sell the 50% of a successful consulting business he owns. I got one hour. Not nearly enuf time to head home shower change and be on time. Now one thing about smash is, I can't start a day without coffee, a shower, and some fresh draws and socks. Ain't happening. I mean - I can. But my chakras ain't aligned. My fong shway off AF. U feel me? So I noticed homegirl is two blocks away from a Walgreens and I sprint there and frantically ask if they got socks and undies. Nah. But they do got medical diabetic socks and Depends "athletic fit" adults padded cloth underwear Huggies that pull up to your belly button. At that moment dear followers smash had a quandary. Am I really bout this life? Am I gonna put pride 2 the side and be a 75 year old for breakfast? What if my pants catch on fire and I have to strip them off and the whole restaurant sees I'm wearing diapers and diabetic socks? So anyway after a successful breakfast meeting I strolled around the city freshly showered and belly full donning my Huggies and over-the-knee diabetic socks and I had a realization: don't fear old age. Being 75 is low key cozy AF 😩 BasedOnATrueStory OrNot AsAlwaysImmaLetTheReadersDecide 😂😂😂
Not A Lot: my paw, would you like it?
 @DrSmashlove
Not a lot of y'all like "could smash's stories be true", "he gotta be making this shit up", "no way his life is really like this". Well the problem is sometimes I don't go into the details on some truly embarrassing stories so y'all only think my life is foot loose and fancy free. Aw hella nah. With that said let me tell y'all a story I never told before. So one time I'm at a bar in Bucktown Bruh and I meet this gyal and we hit it off and we Uber back to her crib in Rogers Park (she was a researcher at Loyola University) way TF in the north part of the city damn near to Evanston so she could walk her doggo before the end of the night. Now mind u I'm a planner. I'm spontaneous but I like to be at least somewhat responsible. But I'm also always up for an adventure so we go there talk all night do our lil thang etc etc bottom line I crash there. Now at 8 am I get a calendar reminder that I got a breakfast meeting back downtown at 8 am with a dude trying to sell the 50% of a successful consulting business he owns. I got one hour. Not nearly enuf time to head home shower change and be on time. Now one thing about smash is, I can't start a day without coffee, a shower, and some fresh draws and socks. Ain't happening. I mean - I can. But my chakras ain't aligned. My fong shway off AF. U feel me? So I noticed homegirl is two blocks away from a Walgreens and I sprint there and frantically ask if they got socks and undies. Nah. But they do got medical diabetic socks and Depends "athletic fit" adults padded cloth underwear Huggies that pull up to your belly button. At that moment dear followers smash had a quandary. Am I really bout this life? Am I gonna put pride 2 the side and be a 75 year old for breakfast? What if my pants catch on fire and I have to strip them off and the whole restaurant sees I'm wearing diapers and diabetic socks? So anyway after a successful breakfast meeting I strolled around the city freshly showered and belly full donning my Huggies and over-the-knee diabetic socks and I had a realization: don't fear old age. Being 75 is low key cozy AF 😩 BasedOnATrueStory OrNot AsAlwaysImmaLetTheReadersDecide 😂😂😂

Not a lot of y'all like "could smash's stories be true", "he gotta be making this shit up", "no way his life is really like this". Well t...