Sometimes someone just captures the current social narrative in the most precise way. And when you see it laid out like that, no matter that we already KNOW thatโs how it is, it seems to hurt all that much more deeply. It should NOT be like this. #BELIEVEWOMEN
โLaws are frequently drafted in ways that punish the desperate actions of the weak while protecting the systemic abuses of the powerful.โ
- Anatole France
Anatole France (1844โ1924) was a distinguished French novelist, poet, and literary critic renowned for his refined writing style, intellectual skepticism, and powerful commentary on social injustice. Throughout his literary career, he challenged religious orthodoxy, political institutions, and the intolerance that often shaped human society. His most celebrated works include The Gods Are Athirst, Penguin Island, and The Revolt of the Angels. In recognition of his exceptional contributions to literature, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1921, cementing his reputation as one of Franceโs most influential literary figures.
Despite his professional success, France experienced considerable personal struggles and political controversy. His marriage to Valรฉrie Guรฉrin de Sauville eventually ended in divorce, while his subsequent relationship with Lรฉontine Lippmann introduced further emotional complexities. His increasingly outspoken opposition to nationalism, authoritarianism, and social inequality earned him both devoted supporters and fierce critics. As he grew older, his advocacy for progressive ideals and willingness to question powerful institutions made him an influential yet polarizing voice in French intellectual and political circles.
Throughout his life, France viewed literature as a powerful means of confronting injustice, exposing hypocrisy, and questioning those who abused their authority. He remained intellectually active into his later years, producing novels, essays, and historical writings infused with philosophical insight and social criticism. His prominent role in the Dreyfus Affair further demonstrated his dedication to fairness, truth, and freedom of thought. Although his widespread popularity diminished somewhat after his death, his commitment to humanism, independent thinking, and challenging conventional beliefs ensured his lasting influence on French literature and intellectual history.
@NumbersMike OMG Doctor Tickles sounds so fancy - like a real life superhero!
Congrats on getting through that though - all jokes aside, you should be very proud!
Nowโฆ *proceeds to tickle you relentlessly* ๐๐โบ๏ธ!!!
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The most quietly devastating thing modern corporations stole from us was the "Right to Tinker."
If your dad's lawnmower or washing machine broke in 1995, he spent a Saturday in the garage fixing it with basic tools. He owned the machine, he understood the machine, and he maintained the machine.
Today, if your tractor or your "smart" refrigerator breaks down, you literally cannot legally fix it. The manufacturer locked the software, voided the warranty if you open the casing, and forces you to pay their licensed technician hundreds of dollars just to run a diagnostic check.
We didn't just lose durable goods. We lost self-reliance. We were systematically downgraded from owners who fix things, to dependent subscribers who can only swipe a credit card.
Men deleted one of our ORGANS from medical textbooks. Men DELETED one of our ORGANS from MEDICAL TEXTBOOKS THAT IT WAS ALREADY IN.
Because they considered our ORGAN "IRRELEVANT".
We are just now studying it and it is a hormone secreting part of the ovaries that may hold the key to treatment of menopause. The paper from last year is titled "Rediscovering the Rete Ovarii".
They. Deleted. Our. Organs. From. Medical.
Textbooks.
@mrs_larocque@kaybaura@commons96055467@diannew314159 Exactly - looks like clips from unrelated existing stories cut together to try to dramatize the current operation. E.g. the 3rd guy โarrestedโ, guy in black holding a child, is a years old police bodycam of cops apprehending a guy who happened to be using his own kid as a shield
Iceland has a breed of sheep that nobody breeds for meat, because for a thousand years it has been bred for one quality only. Judgement.
They are called forystufe. Leader sheep. Taller, longer in the leg, narrower through the body, oddly marked, and always at the front, with their heads up while the rest of the flock has its head down. When they move, the flock moves. Nobody votes.
A proven leader sold for two or three times the price of a good sheep. Bloodlines became famous. When a great one died, the farm kept the head.
And the claim attached to them sounds like folklore until you read the records. They know the weather is coming, sometimes a full day out. If the leader will not leave the barn on a morning that looks perfectly fine, you do not move the flock. Farmers arranged their winters around the opinion of a sheep, and wrote it down as fact.
Autumn round-up, 1884. A large flock is being driven across the interior when a blizzard comes down on open sand and rock. Every landmark goes. You cannot pitch a tent on that ground and turning back is worse than going on.
At the front is a ram called Surtur, from Svinavatn, already known as a superior leader. The fjallkongur, the man running the round-up, makes a decision. He hands the whole thing to the sheep and tells his men to stay together.
A third of the way across, Surtur stops, turns, and walks back down through the flock to find the men. His face is packed solid with ice and he cannot see. They clear it. He returns to the front and walks back into the weather.
He comes back for the same service several more times that night. Nobody has to fetch him.
Then he stops and will not move at all. The men feel about and find grass under their boots, which tells them they are off the desert and nothing else whatsoever.
At dawn the storm eases and they work out where they are.
They are standing on the exact spot the round-up stops every year after crossing the sands. Surtur had halted there since he was a lamb. Afterwards the fjallkongur told his owner that without the ram, men would have died out there as well as sheep.
There are fewer than 1,500 leader sheep left, all of them descended from one district in the north east. Iceland recognised them as a breed of their own in 2017. There is a small museum out there, run by a local teacher, with the heads of the great ones on the wall and a coffee blend named after the animals. The saying on the wall is that if you wear clothes made from their wool, you will always find your way home.
Genetic work has since confirmed they really are distinct from every other Icelandic sheep. The folklore was right. Folklore usually is, out where the weather kills people.
No laboratory. No pedigree software. No genome. Just farmer after farmer, century after century, watching which animal was at the front when the light went, and breeding from that one.
A thousand years of selecting a sheep for its judgement, and at the end of it they built it a museum.
And here we are, in the country that calls them stupid.
Heartbroken for the team and for Bear. I think his tired body let go when it did because his soul and mind knew he was finally in a safe space to do so ๐