Rather than having to make the distinction between “good” and “bad” crime, anarchism takes crime to mean acts which are considered morally wrong solely because of their illegality. Saying crime is good isn’t meant to glorify crimes like murder it’s meant to detach moral judgement from systems of legality.
I feel like this should be easy to figure out if you try to understand anarchism with any amount of good faith
The people who sheltered Jews in hidden rooms and attics and basements during the Holocaust were breaking the law. The people who smuggled 7,000 Jews out of Denmark were breaking the law. Schindler was breaking the law. The Underground Railroad broke the law. Harriet Tubman broke the law. MLK broke the law. Hell, the fucking Boston Tea Party broke the law.
If saving friends and family and innocent people is breaking the law, break the law. If standing up for truth and justice is breaking the law, break the law.
The law is unjust. The law is morally wrong. Break the fucking law.
the law is unjust the law is morally wrong break the fucking law
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if you mention health in your recipe, i will assume the recipe is Austerity Food and does not taste very good. i will not give the recipe a chance. i will not try it. there are fifty thousand other search results. i will continue searching until i find a recipe that appears to be written with the intent of making food that tastes as good as possible, and also doesn’t expect me to do something like scramble three eggs in a single teaspoon of flavorless oil.
by the way, a piece of life advice: a generous splash of olive oil will keep the eggs from sticking to the pan (i know you burnt three or four batches before you got that pretty picture), taste really good (FAT IS FLAVOR say all the real chefs), is good for your heart (yes really), and if you’re on a diet (which you shouldn’t be) you can burn off that many calories by folding a basket of laundry. it’s not like you shanked an orphan. please calm the fuck down.
It takes far more than that to burn a “generous” amount of olive oil. While it may not be terrible for you, it’s still an increase in caloric intake.
i can’t believe i was reblogged by a blog with the tagline ‘anti fat acceptance, obesity kills’. i am honestly furious, and that’s hard to do on the internet these days.
take your pro-eating-disorder, anti-feminist, anti-health bullshit far away from my posts. SHAME KILLS.
fatphobia is the reason I didn’t know until Jesse started posting about it that most of my weight gain is from not getting ENOUGH calories.
fuck blogs like the one up there. fuck em.
since adding ~200 calories a day to my food intake i have had more energy, had an easier time working out, done longer and more productive workouts, and in 2 weeks i have gained noticeable muscle tone. not from trying to live on chia seeds and kale, but from eating regular food like egg and toast for breakfast, pbj and fruit for lunch, chicken and rice for supper, and adding a high-protein snack like yogurt and red bean jam or cheese and nuts.
diet culture is just purity theater. calorie counting is cargo cult medicine. your body wants to be active and healthy, stop punishing it and start cooperating with it.
i’m gonna bring this back. if you’re struggling with your weight, try ADDING a small snack to your daily intake. your body is probably in famine mode and conserving energy, storing every spare calorie as fat under the assumption that you’re experiencing famine conditions and the food is running out.
repeat: dieting convinces your body there’s a famine.
your body responds by hoarding calories.
this is an evolved survival trait.
you will be fat and fatigued because your metabolism is preparing for weeks or months with no food at all.
stop starving yourself. it’s not working.
The diet and fitness health industries are basically a two-man con. Diet says: you’re so fat, cut your calories. Fitness says: you’re so out of shape, you need to exercise more. So you cut your daily caloric intake to 1500, and you go to the gym, and you can barely go fifteen minutes before your heart is pounding and you can’t catch your breath and you’re about to fall off your treadmill, what is wrong with you? How do you fix this?
Diet says: You’re so fat! Cut calories!
Fitness says: You’re so out of shape! Exercise more!
You need energy to exercise. The energy content of food is measured in calories.
It’s a brilliant way to part people from their money, and also slowly suck all the vitality out of them. Like, seriously. The average adult human burns over a calorie a minute just paying the metabolic rent on having a warm-blooded body. There are 1440 minutes in a day. If you want to get fit, that’s a great goal, but don’t do it while cutting your caloric intake down to starvation levels. Calories are literally energy. You need energy to exercise. You need energy to live.
this is a great addition. between all my disabilities, it’s hard for me to get enough food, even with barb and seebs helping. when i’m having a good day and can fill in the gaps myself, and i get up somewhere near the 2600 calories an adult male my age needs, i get this amazing rush of energy. if i can keep this up a few days running, i noticeably put on muscle.
after that last run of prednisone ended, when i was feeling so healthy, i ate everything in sight for a solid three or four days. a week later, when they weighed me at the clinic, i’d lost ten pounds.
why? because instead of having to twist my own arm to exercise, i stayed an extra fifteen minutes in the pool, then took a walk in the evening. just because i felt energetic! i helped more with chores, played more with the cats, got next to seebs more, and in general just did more stuff, then slept better at night and woke up easier in the morning.
now, a lot of that was the prednisone. but my arms are bigger and i can lift more than two weeks ago, and that doesn’t come out of a blister pak.
eat enough. you will exercise more.
by the way – if you’re about to add a comment reminding everyone not to stuff their face with cake, or flatly stating that something i’ve said is wrong without providing any evidence or counterargument, ask yourself what your motivation is.
because the comments and reblogs are absolutely full of those, and the smug/desperate combo going on there is really telling. do you need to identify yourself as being on the socially acceptable side of this ‘debate’? do you need to double down on calorie restriction to justify the effort and suffering you’ve already done? do you just feel like taking a cheap shot at what you percieve to be an easy target?
if i remind you that i’m not a soft, anxious, plump young woman like the one you probably envision when you see fat-acceptance posts, does that change how you feel? if i point out that i’m an adult male built along the lines of maui from moana, does your urge to argue fade?
the diet industry is an industry built on misogyny.
fat-shaming is bullying disguised as concern trolling disguised as friendly advice. fat people are an Acceptable Target because we’re seen as weak. weak-willed, physically weak, morally weak. the fact that this is not true is something a lot of people don’t want to hear because we’re the only ones left you can make mean jokes about in public. and now we want to take away that last precious outlet for petty assholes’ innate cruelty. of course they’re gonna fight us on it.
ask yourself if that’s you. ask yourself if that’s what’s making you feel like this issue is about you and requires your commentary. because if it was REALLY about being so very very concerned about our health, you’d listen when we told you what goddamn works, you ankle-gnawing garbage trolls.
Yall I think I may have been cursed by a very muscular cat that lives outside
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Okay I’m gonna tell yall the Legend of Buff Cat™
So we take care of a family of cats that live on our back porch basically. There’s Cat Stevens the mom, her four kittens, and Joe, a grey kitty that hangs out with them. We put food and water out every day and they come out and hang around and lounge and play and shit.
There’s a few other stray kitties that come in and bully them to get to the food. Big Head Cat, Tiger Kitty and Buff Cat. Buff Cat is the most RIPPED cat I have EVER seen. He’s all black and he has like a tiny white patch of fur on his chest. I only ever saw him ONCE until the other night when I heard cats fighting outside. Thinking it was my cat being a dick, I went to break it up, but he was upstairs and no where near the other cats. So I went downstairs and Buff Cat was there, by himself, sitting on top of the wooden fence and staring me down. It was creepy as SHIT. Like this cat has an ENERGY about him.
A few days after this incident my dad tells me he has a dream about my cat getting outside and then he looks out there and FUCKING SEES BUFF CAT STARING AT HIM. He has only seen this cat ONCE.
Anyways I go downstairs to get ready to walk to work at 7AM and I see him, again, just STARING at me, and manage to get a picture:
I swear to god I took this picture, BLINKED and he was gone. Like, looking at this picture makes me feel super wrong. I showed it to a friend and they told me I shouldn’t take pictures of Eldritch Beings.
So I JUST get finished telling this story to my good friends @maris-solstice and @foxcoloredcat and I decide I want to get a snack, so I walk downstairs and
THERE HE IS AGAIN IN THE SAME POSITION, STARING RIGHT AT ME. YOU’D THINK IT’S THE SAME PICTURE BUT THESE WERE, IN FACT, TAKEN 11 HOURS APART.
So there’s the story of how I am now cursed by a cat that is probably a demon or was probably at one time a person that was turned into a cat.
Oh my god thats so weird!
That reminds me of a cat i called Atilla the Hun who was a big mf and would linger by the pool during winter. He had like a mane of beige fluff around his neck
OP it sounds like you have a fairy.
The Cat Sìth (Scottish Gaelic: [kʰaht̪ ˈʃiː]) or Cat Sidhe (Irish: [kat̪ˠ ˈʃiː], Cat Sí in new orthography) is a fairy creature from Celtic mythology, said to resemble a large black cat with a white spot on its chest.
I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
Notice she says “who” it was and not “what” it was.
Im crying
sobbing and clutching my stuffed lion i have slept with nearly every night for 33 years. i can’t fathom being separated from him long enough to not recognize him on sight, but if you blindfolded me and held up things to smell, i’d know him just as quickly and as hard as she did.
Video link is broken so here it is on YouTube, and I was already sniffling but then I saw this in the comments:
“The teddy bear was given to Jessica’s mother as a baby shower gift. After a long life, the bear was no more than part of head and a torn apart body with no stuffing. After a month of research and scouring through 10,000 vintage teddy bears online, Jessica’s fiancee was finally able to obtain the missing pieces of the bear, and had have him brought back to life at the local Teddy Bear Hospital.“
So that’s why she didn’t recognize him – he’d been so damaged that they had to reconstruct him. And now I’m crying even harder.
Oh, also: In Ashkenazi culture, it’s considered bad luck to name a child after a living relative, because there’s a fear that the Malakh Hamavet (Angel of Death) would get confused when coming for an older relative and take the child sharing their name instead. So, as a result, Ashkenazim are generally only named after deceased relatives.
HOWEVER, this leads to an amazing Yiddish phrase for telling somebody to fuck off, which is: “May a baby be named after you.”
The Chaos Bitches 