It’s an idiom, and an appropriate one to describe the entitled attitude of many toward what they obviously perceive as a personal slight (being denied luxury amenities) when it comes to affordable housing.
They should be *grateful* instead.
Nobody is forcing them to choose affordable housing, or to stay in Manhattan, rather than move to a location where you can find fancier housing for less.
It’s a fair figure of speech.
I lived for years in affordable housing in a town I could never have afforded to live in otherwise, despite working full time at a well-paying job.
It was a *privilege* to be able to live there and i appreciate that opportunity.
And take zero offense at “beggars can’t be choosers”.
The location was my priority, even as the actual home did not hold a candle to its luxurious neighboring homes. I wasn’t- and am not- *entitled* to amenities beyong what was offered as a *help to me*.
That was my choice, the same way it is the choice of anyone living at the NYC affordable housing.
🚨 DARTMOUTH JUST LEFT ME SPEECHLESS!!! 🤯🔥🎓
“Students STREAK all the TIME” 🏃♂️🍑
“There are SEVEN spots to have SEX before you GRADUATE” 😳
“I IDENTIFY as a MAN….MOST OF THE TIME” 🤔
“There is INFINITE GENDERS” ♾️🌈
“Professors aren’t LIBERAL ENOUGH HERE!” 📚😱
“I am SO SORRY to the NATIVES for LIVING on THEIR LAND” 🪶😬
THE IVY LEAGUE HAS OFFICIALLY GONE WILD… AND DARTMOUTH MIGHT TAKE THE CAKE! 🤯🌲🔥
Remember Punch?
The baby monkey whose mom couldn't hold him.
Last year, he was the only baby born on that monkey mountain.
February:
A grown monkey dragged him across the dirt.
He ran back alone to his stuffed orangutan.
October:
A new baby ran up behind him
and jumped straight onto his back.
The little guy nobody carried
is carrying someone now.
You did it, Punch.
It’s time for Americans to unite
Black attorney in Detroit drove into a neighborhood, was immediately surrounded by 30 Arabs and robbed, they took her purse and robbed her. They yelled racial slurs. More came, 80 Arabs had her surrounded
An Arab hit her car with his car and then the crowd of Arabs removed the license plate and pushed the vehicle away so the coming police wouldn’t find the evidence
They then surrounded the black attorney and were racist and threatening towards her
For those who don’t know there is an extremely extensive racist history of Muslims to Blacks. Muslims throughout history and even today an Islamic countries don’t like blacks, they take them as slaves and in their society they are seen as “diseased” and extremely undesirable
This is real, and is happening today in Arab countries. Not all Arab think like this but an overwhelming amount do, especially in Islamic countries
Michigan imported Muslims and this is the result
🚨UPDATE🚨
“I'm gonna be the dirtiest fucking doctor ever. I'm gonna poison her slowly.” - Ahmet Kerem Körkaya
Ahmet Körkaya is one of 12 University of Michigan students arrested by the FBI this past spring, and is currently facing charges for plotting to “kill, torture, and torment” university officials who refused to divest from Israel.
He was released on bail and has now landed a job as a 5th grade TEACHER and soccer coach at Salam School, a private K–12 operated by the Islamic Society of Milwaukee.
🔼Read that twice🔼
This Turkish-born terror-supporter and former medical student faces 10 to 15 years in federal prison for leading a two-year campaign of violence, intimidation, death threats, and vandalism.
This past week, one of Obama’s commie/jihadist-loving judges, Judith Levy (go figure), decided to remove his ankle monitor because it hinders his sex life and his young students are confused about why he’s wearing one.
Here’s what Judge Judith Levy unleashed on society:
Ahmet Körkaya discussed with another student about how he was going to plow his car through the front of a Jewish university official’s home while the official’s children were inside.
He told another student that he wanted to poison a Jewish university board regent for her refusal to divest from Israel:
“I’m gonna be the dirtiest fucking doctor ever. I’m gonna poison her slowly.”
The FBI found jihadist literature, Hamas propaganda, and artwork depicting beheadings in Körkaya’s home.
In text messages to his comrades, Körkaya said he believed bombings were in his “true nature” and went on to declare that he was “going to go militant because I hate it here.”
This is what we’re up against, patriots. A two-front war: the terrorists and the judges who unleash them.
The FBI needs to be all over this. Again. FAST.
@FBI_Response@FBI@StephenM
H/T @RAIRFoundation
the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god
i agree with the leaves
~Lucille Clifton, "the lesson of the falling leaves",
❦ "Fallen Leaves", 1915, Isaac Izrailevich Brodsky
The worst ten years of her life ended on the floor of a halfway house, with a cockroach crawling across her foot.
What she saw in the next few seconds fits into four questions, and you can ask them about any thought that is hurting you right now.
She lived in Barstow, a railroad town in the California desert. She had three children and a real estate business, and somewhere in her thirties she started to sink.
Depression, rage, self-hatred and thoughts of suicide that would not stop. For the last two years she rarely left her bedroom. She went days without washing or brushing her teeth, her children learned to tiptoe past her door, and she was so paranoid that she slept with a gun under her pillow.
In February 1986, at 43, she checked into a halfway house in Los Angeles for women with eating disorders, because it was the only place her insurance would pay for. The other women were so frightened of her that they put her alone in the attic. She did not think she deserved a bed, so she slept on the floor beside it.
About a week later, a cockroach crawled over her foot and woke her up.
She opened her eyes, and all of it was gone. The depression, the fear, every thought that had been tormenting her for a decade. She said there was no "me" in that moment, no idea of who or where she was, only joy, and she lay there laughing.
What she understood on that floor was simple enough to sound almost stupid. When she believed her thoughts, she suffered. When she did not believe them, she did not suffer. It had never been her husband or her children or her life doing it to her. It was the stories she believed about them.
When she came home, her children did not trust it. For a long time they kept waiting for the old mother to come back. She sat in the living room for hours, writing her thoughts down and questioning them, filling notebook after notebook. Out of those notebooks came a method she called The Work, and the woman on the attic floor became Byron Katie, the teacher Time magazine would later describe as a spiritual innovator.
The method is four questions. Take one thought that hurts, something like "he doesn't respect me", and hold it still.
Is it true?
Can you absolutely know that it is true?
How do you react when you believe that thought? Notice what happens in your chest, how you speak to him, how you treat yourself for the rest of the day.
Who would you be without that thought?
Then she asks you to turn it around and find real examples of how the opposite might be just as true. I don't respect him. I don't respect myself.
The first three questions loosen the thought. The fourth one does something else. It does not ask you to think a better thought. It asks you to look at who is there when the thought is gone, the same place she woke up in on that floor, before the cockroach, before her name, before the story of the worst ten years of her life.
So pick one thought today, the one that has been looping all week, and ask her last question honestly.
A cockroach woke her up.
The four questions are her way of waking you up without one.
Things are getting super Muslim weird in NYC.
A couple of nights ago I was at a Michelin starred Spanish restaurant off Union Square with my 60-something year old friend, a sweet, soft-spoken, churchgoing lady who’d been my late mom’s home health aide for years.
We were speaking quietly, as we always do, and the restaurant is small and loud at dinner time.
I was looking at the menu for dessert wines & told my girlfriend, “I want a Spanish wine, not from an area that uses Moroccan labor”.
Within a minute the manager arrived with the check and said, “Leave right now!”
Shocked, I asked, “Why?”.
No such thing had ever happened to me in my life.
He said, “You were speaking ill of Muslims!”
I said, “I was looking at the wine menu”.
“Leave right now!”, he yelled in front of the other customers, who stared in surprise themselves.
We were so shocked & ashamed to be getting kicked out of a restaurant, that I just clicked my usual 30% tip on the screen and we left.
They’d even charged us for desserts we never got before we were kicked out.
This at a Michelin starred restaurant in Manhattan, all because I quietly told my friend I wanted a Spanish wine not from an area where they use Moroccan labor.
It’s getting very weird and bad in Manhattan.