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During one semester of PE in high school I got put in a section called Team Sports. This was significantly better than a regular unit because the athletic kids were able to play and I largely got to sit and watch.

Months were devoted to what they called Pickle Ball but I’ve since learned was basically ping pong with larger than average paddles. The paddles had been through the absolute wringer, all padding had been rubbed and torn off by a relentless stream of bored adolescents like myself.

This presented me with a unique opportunity. I had a pencil, nominally used to keep score. I had a blank wooden panel. And I had large stretches of time sitting on the sidelines.

Every day I’d pick a blank paddle. I’d doodle little animals, bizarre monstrosities, and a bunch that were just a huge eye in the middle with the words “Big Brother is Watching”. What can I say; I was reading 1984 at the time.

When we finally finished with the paddles and moved on to badminton I completely forgot my dozens of illustrations.

It wasn’t until several years later that it got brought up again. I was hanging out with a friend and their younger sibling. We were listening to them lament their high school experience of the day. “But I won the Pegasus paddle, so that was cool.”

“Wait- what?”

“Yeah, most of them are just Big Brother, so they’re not exciting, but there’s only one Pegasus so we fight over it. Last week I had an elephant I really liked though.”

“You guys fight over the paddles with art on them…?”

“Yeah!”

My friend turned to me and asked, “Didn’t you make all those drawings?”

Their sibling lit up, “You made them?!”

I sat in silence as the complexity of the world and the waves we leave behind as we move through it washed over me. I contemplated how intertwined I was with the rest of existence to create such a beautiful moment.

I had made art on a whim out of boredom and it had an effect on someone else’s day, someone who through random happenstance years later was telling me about it all unknowing.

Their sibling was delighted when I drew them another pegasus on the spot and announced that they’d be the talk of PE now that they’d uncovered the mystery artist.

Fucking wild to be teaching about Rosa Parks at the same time as a trans woman in Florida does an act of civil disobedience to use a women's restroom in the state capitol

As far as I know, she is the first woman arrested bc of this law. The law requires that the trans person be warned to leave the bathroom by a state official, and then if they stay they are guilty of trespassing after a warning.

So like, me, my gf, others just piss and nobody asks or tells, but this young woman sent a statement about the law to over 100 FL lawmakers so they would know she was coming, the cops were ready for her, she brought a reporter and went in anyway and spent the night in a men's jail. She is out on bail, and is hoping this will inspire change of the law. But if found guilty, and the law is upheld as constitutional, then she could spend up to 60 days in a mens county jail.

I think it's important to know that this woman is a devout Catholic and is performing this act of civil disobedience as a profound act of faith (which I deeply respect, as someone whose Judaism vibes on the same wavelength). She brought a rosary with her and was planning on praying the rosary in the restroom after washing her hands if she was able to do so.

I also think it's important to know that she said in her letter that she knows that if she's sent to a men's prison that it is very likely that she will be raped.

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it's so fucking funny to see yankees talk about how they're gonna bring a revolution and change their country and help each other because #community. you guys couldn't even boycott mcdonalds.

I hate this post but it would take way too long to explain why.

It’s very easy to say Americans are stupid because we are but I think many people online have a completely unrealistic idea of the labor it would take to organize a COUNTRY WIDE CONSUMER BOYCOTT ARE YOU JOKING

folks pass around that garfield propaganda poster but really do think they are better than people who fall under the influence of propaganda.

People genuinely do not understand the amount of planning and effort that has to go into an effective boycott. Which is why people keep "declaring boycotts" that then accomplish nothing and get depressed about it.

The only thing less understood by online activists is strikes. So many people keep talking about a "national strike" as if it's something you can organize on Facebook in a few weeks.

I wish I could kiss this post. If you actually sat down and read what went into the Montgomery Bus Boycott in Alabama, you’d realize how much effort the state had put into dismantling the networks and communities that made that happen.

The “loneliness epidemic” is not an accident—it is a by-product of the United States government’s deliberate effort to destroy labor unions and ethnic communities of all kinds so that a widespread consumer boycott can never happen ever again.

Also, boycotts are not the only tool in the toolbox, but we've seen that already. Colleges across the United States had campus demonstrations that led to the state sending in troops to dismantle them. It's so easy to say we can't boycott McDonald's as if college students weren't getting their skulls bashed in by agents of the state department. And on top of that many protestors who organized the protests are currently being targeted and fucking kidnapped off the streets.

Like @its-gita-time said, there was so much work in the time since the Montgomery Boycott to make sure something like that never happened again, and Americans broadly speaking don't know how to organize. Add on the fact that nearly half of the states in the US have ANTI-BDS legislation , meaning if you participate in BDS in say, Texas, you'll lose your job. And even still, when we try to organize, the State Department responds with overwhelming force and violence. Violence! They hurt college students protesting Israel! They hurt blsck people during the Ferguson uprising and BLM protests.

And people are still putting their bodies on the line. They're trying to ban wearing masks in New York City, New York! Have a little bit of perspective. Why would the state put all that effort into suppression if we're all just lazy sacks of shit. If your work doesn't have compassion and understanding for all the things I mentioned then it's performative. You're wrong, stop shitting on Americans for your silly Internet points. Free Mahmoud Khalil, free Palestine.

Scrolled past this agakn and just can't get over how much I love it. We need to make things beautiful again and this is such a wonderful example. The beadwork on the wires of a utitarian object, contrasted with the grey concrete.

ive gotta say people on the internet being honest about what they find hot in people's bodies and behaviors has done more for my body image issues than any body-positivity mantra ever. thank you people on the internet for being horny about literally every possible part and variation of the human body and for sharing it

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

"I don't want a Disney vacation of our history! I don't a whitewashed history, I don't want a homogenized history. Tell me the wretched truth about America, because that speaks to our greatness!"

Cory Booker during his 20th hour on the floor doing a filibuster - 4/1/2025

People will study this speech for generations. Take that Strom Thurmond. Take that misogynist racists. Take that felon47!

“To be candid, Strom Thurmond’s record always kind of, just, just really irked me, that he would be the longest speech — that the longest speech, on our great Senate floor, was someone who was trying to stop people like me from being in the Senate,” -C. Booker

“I’m not here, though, because of his speech. I’m here despite his speech. I’m here because as powerful as he was, the people were more powerful,”

-The Hon. Sen. Cory Booker (D-N.J.)

Taken from post speech remarks

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