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blasphemy-and-genocide: Bill Nye the Fucking Science Guy,...

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 13:43:53 -0600

Bill Nye the Fucking Science Guy, ladies and gents.

STFU, Conservatives: When I say I'm pro-life...

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 13:37:20 -0600

STFU, Conservatives: When I say I'm pro-life...:

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desliz:

speakfortheweak:

It doesn’t mean I’m religious.
Because I’m not.

It doesn’t mean I hate LGBT community.
Because I am a supporter.

It doesn’t mean I force women to give birth.
Because I never will.

Take what you want from my blog, but never assume I’m just your stereotypical pro-lifer. It is VERY possible to ask questions, state your opinions in a civil manner on this blog. I am respectful and I enjoy answering all questions received!

Thanks for following! :)
-speakfortheweak

Let me tell you some things.

I used to investigate child abuse and neglect. I can tell you how to stop the vast majority of abortion in the world.

First, make knowledge and access to contraception widely available. Start teaching kids before they hit puberty. Teach them about domestic violence and coercion, and teach them not to coerce and rape. Create a strong, loving community where women and girls feel safe and supported in times of need. Because guess what? They aren’t. You know what happens to babies born under such circumstances? They get hurt, unnecessarily. They get sick, unnecessarily. They get removed from parents who love them but who are unprepared for the burden of a child. Resources? Honey, we try. There aren’t enough resources anywhere. There are waiting lists, and promises, and maybes. If the government itself can’t hook people up, what makes you think an impoverished single mom can handle it?

Abolish poverty. Do you have any idea how much childcare costs? Daycare can cost as much or more than monthly rent. They may be inadequately staffed. Getting a private nanny is a nice idea, but they don’t come cheap either. Relatives? Do they own a car? Does the bus run at the right times? Do they have jobs of their own they need to work just to keep the lights on? Are they going to stick around until you get off you convenience store shift at 4 AM? Do they have criminal histories that will make them unsuitable as caregivers when CPS pokes around? You gonna pay for that? Who’s going to pay for that?

End rape. I know your type errs on the side of blaming the woman, but I’ve seen little girls who’ve barely gotten their periods pregnant because somebody thought raping preteens was an awesome idea. You want to put a child through that? Or someone with a mental or physical inability for whom pregnancy would be frightening, painful or even life-threatening? I’ve seen nonverbal kids who had their feet sliced up by caregivers for no fucking reason at all, you think sexual abuse doesn’t happen either?

You say there’s lots of couples who want to adopt. Kiddo, what they want to adopt are healthy white babies, preferably untainted by the wombs and genetics of women with alcohol or drug dependencies. I’ve seen the kids they don’t want, who almost no one wants. You people focus only on the happy pink babies, the gigglers, the ones who grow and grow with no trouble. Those are not the kids who linger in foster care. Those are certainly not the older kids and teenagers who age out of foster care and then are thrown out in the streets, usually with an array of medical and mental health issues. Are they too old to count?

And yeah, I’ve seen the babies, little hand-sized things barely clinging to life. There’s no glory, no wonder there. There is no wonder in a pregnant woman with five dollars to her name, so deep in depression you wonder if she’ll be alive in a week. Therapy costs money. Medicine costs money. Food, clothes, electricity cost money. Government assistance is a pittance; poverty drives women and girls into situations where they are forced to rely on people who abuse them to survive. (I’ve been up in more hospitals than I can count.)

In each and every dark pit of desperation, I have never seen a pro-lifer. I ain’t never seen them babysitting, scrubbing floors, bringing over goods, handing mom $50 bucks a month or driving her to the pediatrician. I ain’t never seen them sitting up for hours with an autistic child who screams and rages so his mother can get some sleep while she rests up from working 14-hour days. I don’t see them fixing leaks in rundown houses or playing with a kid while the police prepare to interview her about her sexual abuse. They’re not paying for the funerals of babies and children who died after birth, when they truly do become independent organisms. And the crazy thing is they think they’ve already done their job, because the child was born!

Aphids give birth, girl. It’s no miracle. You want to speak for the weak? Get off your high horse and get your hands dirty helping the poor, the isolated, the ill and mentally ill women and mothers and their children who already breathe the dirty air. You are doing nothing, absolutely nothing, for children. You don’t have a flea’s comprehension of injustice. You are not doing shit for life until you get in there and fight that darkness. Until you understand that abortion is salvation in a world like ours. Does that sound too hard? Do you really think suffering post-birth is more permissible, less worthy of outrage?

“Pro-life” is simply a philosophy in which the only life worth saving is the one that can be saved by punishing a woman.

FLAWLESS COMMENTARY ABOVE. COMPLETELY AGREED. I’d love to see speakfortheweak reply to this, though we all know she won’t.

Agreed 100%. Er, with the commentary smackdown, not the original BS.

20 oz coffee: 1.95$ Copy of Fahrenheit 451: 10.95$ Look on the older gentleman who’s been...

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 03:27:22 -0600

20 oz coffee: 1.95$

Copy of Fahrenheit 451: 10.95$

Look on the older gentleman who’s been hitting on you’s face when he finds out how old you are: Fucking priceless C:

Reblog this if you want (1) long message that will make your night.

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 02:30:53 -0600

The Constant of Change: there are times where i think of my past self…roaring on the coast,...

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 18:13:21 -0600

The Constant of Change: there are times where i think of my past self…roaring on the coast,...:

ever-enigmatic:

there are times where i think of my past self…

roaring on the coast, as quick as the wind…

torrential rain, destructive gusts…crying people…obliterated establishments…unforgiving flood waters…clashing waves…

it was wonderful, and i miss it

only to be condemned to this GOD DAMN HUMAN BODY.

but…

I lol’d

crazydestruction: You better all fucking reblog this. Why do...

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 18:43:30 -0600

crazydestruction:

You better all fucking reblog this.

Why do anons like this exist?

whitegirltalksawkwardlyaboutrace: white person, sees a group of minorities sitting together: why do...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 11:52:07 -0600

whitegirltalksawkwardlyaboutrace:

white person, sees a group of minorities sitting together: why do all black/asian/etc people always hang out with each other?
*doesnt notice they’re only sitting with white people*

I hate people who assume every white person is like this. Among the people I sit with at lunch, we have two Middle Eastern immigrants, a few African-Americans, my Native American self and a couple of European people.

Big bad whitey isn’t the devil, you know :\

Rhythm 0, 1974 To test the limits of the relationship between...

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 22:07:24 -0600

Rhythm 0, 1974 To test the limits of the relationship between performer and audience, Abramović developed one of her most challenging (and best-known) performances. She assigned a passive role to herself, with the public being the force which would act on her. Abramović had placed upon a table 72 objects that people were allowed to use (a sign informed them) in any way that they chose. Some of these were objects that could give pleasure, while others could be wielded to inflict pain, or to harm her. Among them were a rose, a feather, honey, a whip, scissors, a scalpel, a gun and a single bullet. For six hours the artist allowed the audience members to manipulate her body and actions. Initially, members of the audience reacted with caution and modesty, but as time passed (and the artist remained impassive) people began to act more aggressively. As Abramović described it later: “What I learned was that… if you leave it up to the audience, they can kill you.” … “I felt really violated: they cut up my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the audience. Everyone ran away, to escape an actual confrontation.”

The bloody hell? I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

You know what I really really hate? People who apologize to me. It’s just like, “You say...

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 02:18:00 -0600

You know what I really really hate? People who apologize to me. It’s just like, “You say you know me, yet you missed out one one key piece of information: I don’t care too much.” If I have a problem with something you’ve said/done, I won’t be quiet about it; I will tell you flat out, “I don’t like that you did/said X,” and either demand an apology, or quit talking to you.

nothingwilltastebetter: I don’t know why this picture made me...

Thu, 17 May 2012 16:02:50 -0600

nothingwilltastebetter:

I don’t know why this picture made me cry, but it did.

Exactly why you SHOULDN'T listen to society.

Thu, 17 May 2012 15:44:38 -0600

society: Everyone's beautiful.
society: Don't eat though, you don't want to get fat.
society: You don't eat? Anorexic freak!
society: You're a size 4? You're supposed to be a size 0!
society: You're an A cup? What are you, 8?
society: You're a C cup? That's my mums size.
society: You had sex?! Slut!
society: You haven't had sex? Hah, you're frigid!
society: You don't think you're pretty? Attention seeker!
society: You think you're pretty? Conceited much?
society: You believe in gay rights? Homo!
society: You're depressed? Attention seeker!
society: You cut yourself? Still attention seeking!
society: You can't go on? How much attention do you want?!
-someone kills themself-
society: Oh, they were so beautiful! Society sucks!

misspixnmix: I DO NOT HAVE AN EATING DISORDER - Page 35 I feel...

Sun, 13 May 2012 20:43:58 -0600

misspixnmix:

I DO NOT HAVE AN EATING DISORDER - Page 35

I feel like a dunce when it comes to being totally unable to read my body’s signals. At times it would take me an entire day of feeling uncomfortable before someone would mention to me that perhaps I might be hungry. It felt horribly human to think I was so much at the mercy of my physical self - and thoroughly embarrassing to be in my twenties and not know how to recognise and respond to hunger, a skill that most pick up by toddlerhood. Furthermore, the fact that hunger was a constant recurring issue was entirely frustrating. I felt like I was being pestered by a whiny child all day. This of course led to guilt about having such a first-world problem: I’m hungry, have ample food available, yet don’t want to/can’t be bothered eating. Woe is me. Oh, look at all my feelings!

Next page: http://misspixnmix.tumblr.com/post/11431038283/i-do-not-have-an-eating-disorder-page-36-my

Previous page: http://misspixnmix.tumblr.com/post/10845316681/i-do-not-have-an-eating-disorder-page-34-i

From the beginning: http://misspixnmix.tumblr.com/post/3232725607/i-do-not-have-an-eating-disorder-p01-ive-been

I know that feel. It took me forever and a day to realize, no that wasn’t nausea I was feeling, I was hungry.

Reblog if your able to find something wrong in this sentence.

Tue, 01 May 2012 21:04:48 -0600

omgtoohilarious:

If you don’t reblog…

Omgtoohilarious!

bustygirlcomics: Necklaces The second one is why I no longer...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 22:12:24 -0600

bustygirlcomics:

Necklaces

The second one is why I no longer wear long necklaces lol

crowdsourceinspiration: Tonight’s post is for the gamer girl at...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 09:14:40 -0600

crowdsourceinspiration:

Tonight’s post is for the gamer girl at insanelygaming. Mallory’s blog shares wonderful video game images and music, including artsy and funny interpretations of classic gaming themes. Seeing her posts make me remember a not-so-distant past when I feverishly gamed. I smile every time I see an image of Ash Ketchum on her blog. One of my all-time favorite games is the Blue Version of Pokémon for Gameboy. I love that game for the same reason I enjoy a lot of minimalistic music; it is so simple to understand and play, yet profoundly imaginative. I wrote this song today for Mallory because her blog made me remember the good times I had playing that game. When I was a boy, the thought of a girl who played video games seemed more mythological and magical than dragons. So, this song posits a ridiculous way I could get Mallory in my life if I lived in the world of Pokémon, using a Ditto. I think anyone can enjoy this tune, but aficionados of the first-generation Pokémon games will revel in the references (I hope the intro/solo is recognizable). If interested, free downloads of this song can be found here.

I’m tired of living a Blue Version life.
Day after day, everything appears more wild.
I’m gonna hang up my red cap, and quit the gyms
‘cause I got a plan to fill my life with love again.
I’m gonna catch me a Ditto and have it read your website.
And when it transforms into you, I’ll ask it to be my wife.

Cause I don’t got to catch them all.
I just got to catch one like you.

We’ll settle down in Pallet Town, and I’ll build a bird house.
Pidgeys will come from all around to play in our yard.
We’ll grow Cut flowers in the garden and go Surf at the beach,
and we’ll Fish with my Old Rod for Magikarp.
We’ll go spelunking in caves with our Flash(lights),
and Dig our escape from all those Zubats.

CHORUS

On days you don’t feel special, I’ll brew you elixirs
to restore your PP (and your feelings for me).
We’ll teach you how to swallow your laughter,
so you don’t ever return to your true form.
I’ll finally be a Master of a household.
You’ll fill every page of my heart’s Pokédex.

CHORUS

So friggin cute~

fuckyeahbetapokemonart: This was a video noted to me on...

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 23:18:41 -0600

fuckyeahbetapokemonart:

This was a video noted to me on deviantART, it’s over 5 minutes of some of the most bizarre sound clips and musical notes made by a Pokemon Blue game in the midst of crashing, many of these sound and music clips are very much unheard of, while many may be from the game crashing, others may be unused data the game is trying to load while it’s ‘dying’

Fun fact: I get worried if my machines don’t make noises like these. Computers are supposed to be all bleeps and bloops, you know.

Reblog if you want a fanfic in your ask.

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 20:41:47 -0600

adorothytoremember:

jeff-blims-candy-girl:

maverikloki:

~~You know you want to, FrostIron peeps! ;D~~

askblueblood: I hate technology. LOL

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 14:45:02 -0600

askblueblood:

I hate technology.

LOL

askblueblood: Then again, who wouldn’t? (( Sorry for the...

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 13:47:37 -0600

askblueblood:

Then again, who wouldn’t? (( Sorry for the sketchy art today, but sai is being dumb idk why))

The most awkward conversation in the history of ever XD

Blueblood, you dumbass.

REBLOG if you want your followers to anonymously tell you what they would do if they were trapped in your bedroom with you for 24 hours.

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 14:13:07 -0600

agentfire: