We spent decades trying to rid ourselves of Massachusetts archaic ‘blue laws’ and the Scots just came in and laughed and chanted them away in a weekend. 🏴
White liberals, even when shitting on trump, have to remind you they don’t view muslims as living human beings and have more sympathy for the rapists and murders who kill them.
they won. you're afraid of your neighbours and fellow workers instead of the bourgeoisie, who steal the equivalent value of that computer from you over and over and over until you die. they own you completely
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
As Scotland took the pitch, I asked one of my new friends at Biddie Early’s if they sing God Save The King or Flower of Scotland.
“Flower of Scotland,” he said as he put his arm around me. “Lizzie’s in a box.”
FIFA rejecting Haiti’s jersey’s for being “too political” while allowing Israel to play, & the US to host World Cup (while denying visas, restricting entrance, banning Iranian players from staying in country) is a selective, targeted invocation of their “neutrality” policies.
Would dearly love to have been fly on wall in strategy meetings behind decision by brand Gwyneth Paltrow to shill for Israeli real estate company founded by Netanyahu’s mate accused of various securities frauds to flog a luxury block in the town named after the father of Zionism
Crazy that this is getting barely any coverage. This year’s European Press Prize was just awarded to an investigative report by the Dutch newspaper De Volkskrant. It is entitled “What the Wounds Tell” and in it the journalists Maud Effting and Willem Feenstra document the cases of 114 children in Gaza under the age of 15 who were struck by a single bullet to the head or chest. Almost all of them died or were left severely disabled. They chose to document only the cases of boys and girls under the age of 15 (though often much younger: aged 3, 4 or 7) because these are children who can be immediately identified as such. “A single bullet in these parts of the body is a clear indication that these children were deliberately targeted“, the two journalists write.
This is the article: https://t.co/YkZrpqBWBQ
White phosphorus ignites instantly on contact with oxygen. It burns at over 800°C. It melts through clothing, skin, muscle — and bone.
In the bloodstream, it becomes a systemic poison. It attacks the heart, liver, and kidneys leading to multi‑organ failure and death.
Monsters.