I'd say that was the worst thing to happen this weekend, but then I glanced at the news, and how do things keep getting worse? I thought we might at least get a reprieve over the holiday weekend, Congress would all go on vacation and not pass any terrible bills in the interim, but I guess not.
The thing about Rotherham is, my positions are things like “I don’t like when black men get arrested for rapes it turns out they didn’t commit.” And that’s “PC,” and people point to Rotherham as why “PC” is bad. But I personally think you can arrest* proven child rapists and cut back on the number of false arrests. I’m not advocating for child rape, and I don’t think my personal positions lead to child rape. So my reaction to Rotherham is “What do you want me to say about it?”
I know it’s drowned out by bigger news, and there’s 10000000 other things going on that require attention, I totally get it, but
ICE raids are still happening daily in Los Angeles and people are getting taken off the street
It’s not really safe for me to walk around, especially in the mornings to get errands done around my neighborhood
so
this is small and just one person, but please consider donating to Reyna. She is a tamale vendor I grew up with. She would laugh with my family and knew us as kids. I’ve never been so heartbroken like this. She literally has never been in any trouble. Her only crime was going to work her regular route selling her food and not being documented.
I know this is like moral outrage shit, but like this is my community. It’s personal and it’s still happening and it’s just getting more and more brazen cuz cameras aren’t on them anymore.
They are stopping people based on racial profiling alone, they have taken people even with proof of citizenship in their cars or on their person, and the conditions they throw you into are basically deadly in their mini concentration camps with barely any food/water, no access to medication or hygiene products and not even any proper beds to sleep in.
It feels like the only people being searched for are those with connections here and those are the lucky ones. Dozens of others have no family or relatives here so they get forgotten about.
And no one should be forgotten.
Do what you can.
It should go without saying, but to be clear – neither of these fundraisers are for her. That might matter for some people, so I’m saying it.
Nice justification for the identical hooded goons. They know they're not very strong and can only win through numbers, so they need to conceal their identities to keep from being jumped while they're off-duty and alone. The elites go hoodless because they're powerful enough to ensure their own safety.
“This series of essays aims to reconstruct and reintroduce the radical feminist framework that its misbegotten inheritors seem determined to forget and in doing so boldly makes the claim that transfeminism, far from being antagonistic to radical feminism, is in fact its direct descendant. It shows how a comprehensive social theory of transsexual oppression flows almost naturally from radical feminist precepts and dares to declare that a materialist, radical transfeminism is the way forward to seize the foundations of patriarchy at the root.”
This is headed nowhere good, and it’s headed there fast.
The ninja used to be an overwhelming presence in mediocre Internet humor. Ninja Sex Party, Everybody Needs a Ninja, both Kid Radd and Ctrl+Alt+Del joking about Jewish ninjas . . . Is there anything today that fills the same niche? Only thing I can think of is maid.
Once upon a time, I was friends with a guy named Jim. A very, very few of you might know him. Almost all of you won’t.
I walked away some years ago, blocked him on the socials over his support for the fascist, because I said that the fascist’s promises absolutely, positively, literally required American concentration camps, and that’s what he was supporting by supporting the fascist, and I could not abide that…
…and yet, he carried on, saying I was a fool, and that none of it would ever happen.
(I asked him then why did he support someone he insisted was lying to him. I do not remember getting an answer, before I quit.)
So now that we have American concentration camps…
…and now that people with direct access to the fascist are talking about sending literally every American citizen of Latino heritage there to die…
(it will require more concentration camps than that, of course, but that’s a detail which makes no difference)
I wonder…
…has he yet been moved to repentance?
Or is he still a good and solid member of that wretched cult?
It’s immaterial now, of course. We are long past the point where the pebbles’ opinions matter, and crimes already done cannot be undone.
But once in a while, I think of it.
And for a moment – a pointless, irrelevant moment – I still wonder.
sunshine_revival's first challenge is goals/plans for the month, just in time for me to actually post my monthly plans roundup. (A couple of days late, because hot.)
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas, A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn, Vegetable peddlers shout in the street And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island, The voice of a violin lasts in the air And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder Are disappointed. And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps Do not believe it is happening now. As long as the sun and the moon are above, As long as the bumblebee visits a rose, As long as rosy infants are born No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: There will be no other end of the world, There will be no other end of the world.
Luckily, shutdown this year has us staying on our shifts. (Though I admit to being slightly sad to not be able to grab takeout every day after work...)
Unfortunately it is still stupidly hot despite being dark and the humidity is actually brutal.
Got an amusing postcard from misbegotten, thank you! And zines from used_songs, yaaaay! (I flipped through them quickly, will look properly over the weekend, probably.)
sunshine_revival has started. The first prompt includes goals/plans, and since I do those monthly anyway, I'll get that posted sooner than later. (but not til after work, at least)
A few minutes ago, the first drop of 'Gundam Summer Fest' went live on the Premium Bandai site. I had a kinda chonky list of things I wanted and low expectations because "things sell out instantly" and yeaaah, lol. I actually managed nine of sixteen things on my list and then added in a couple other normal pre-orders with the same shipping month, so I'm pretty happy! There'll be at least one other drop next month? and then whatever after the pop-up tour is over, and of course I'm actually going to try to get to the last pop-up tour date so there might be some of these kits there?
I owe a post of kit photos and whatnot. Hopefully over the weekend.
Imagine a world where most decent-paying jobs require a physical fitness test. It’s taken as a given that anyone can pass the test, but it weeds out lots of people with disabilities. If you point out that the test has nothing to do with the work you want to do, people say you don’t understand the purpose of the test.
So no, I don’t give a shit about cheating in college.
It's been a busy spring, with all the work on the next two Dream books. (Volume five is out now!) Now that we're done with that, I was finally able to work more on my concept art series. This time with a piece that sends back to the tense encounter early on in kantuck's novel Shadowing the Dream:
There's a new model and a refurbished model. You'll see the former again on the cover of upcoming volumes, too. But first to rest a bit and make another poster like these, because it's so satisfying.