»>The RCMP are looking for any reason to arrested First Nations; who are trying to take a stand and put a stop to the testing that is going on as we speak!«<
“We’ve made our sacred fire. We’re going to stand our ground here.”
Seismic trucks won’t pass, says Elsipogtog war chief, calls for help from all Nations
ELSIPOGTOG, NEW BRUNSWICK – A sacred fire, which must burn continuously and be monitored for four days, has been lit by Mi’kmaq peoples from all corners of traditional Mi’kma’ki, who have gathered in the New Brunswick community of Elsipogtog. They, as well as non-Indigenous peoples from the local communities and beyond, have now begun to congregate in a field – with permission given by the owner – adjacent to the junction of highway 126 and highway 116 west.
The gathering, which now comprises about 40 people, is directly in the path of seismic testing trucks – or “thumpers” – that are conducting geological surveying on behalf of SWN Resources Canada. SWN is exploring for shale gas deposits. Indigenous and non-Indigenous peoples worry that the seismic testing will lead to hydraulic fracturing – or fracking – of Kent County, much of which is under exploratory lease to SWN.
Elsipogotg war chief John Levi has noted that the gathering will remain peaceful, but that the seismic testing will not be allowed to continue past the sacred fire.
“We’re not going to let them pass. This is the reason why we’ve set up,” Levi told the Halifax Media Co-op. “We’ve made our sacred fire. We’re going to stand our ground here. This would be the spot here, so we’re asking for support from all non-Native and Native peoples.”
Are there links with resources about things people who don’t live near Halifax can do to help/support?
Please read this****
If a thief forces you to take money from an ATM, do not argue or resist. What you should do is punch your pin in reverse. EX: if your pin is 1234 you punch 4321. The moment you punch in the reverse, the money will come out but will be stuck in the machine and the machine will immediately alert the police without the theif’s knowledge. Every ATM has this feature.
Reblog this so everyone knows, this happens all the time especially in the city!
That’s so gimmicky. It’s awesome!
SIGNAL BOOST!! THIS IS NOT TRUE. IF YOU DO THIS, YOU ASSAILANT WILL MOST LIKELY HURT YOU (OR WORSE) FOR DELIBERATELY PUTTING IN THE WRONG PIN. MY MOM HAS WORKED AT A BANK FOR OVER 30 YEARS AND SHE HAS CONFIRMED THAT THIS IS COMPLETELY FALSE. PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS!!! YOUR BEST OPTION IS TO TAKE OUT MONEY, GIVE IT TO THE PERSON, GET A GOOD LOOK AT HIM FOR IDENTITY MARKERS I.E. SCARS, TATTOOS, ETC AND THEN GO TO THE POLICE.
ONCE AGAIN THIS IS NOT TRUE STOP SPREADING THIS YOU ARE ENDANGERING YOUR FOLLOWERS AND FRIENDS BY TELLING THEM THIS.
TW: Abuse, Domestic Violence, Dating Violence
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month, and here are some things you should know about domestic violence:
- Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten
- Men take up approximately 15% of all domestic violence abuse cases in the US
- 40% of severe domestic violence cases are men
- Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury towards women, including car accidents
- 50% of women murdered in the United States were killed by a spouse of acquaintance
- Children from domestic violence homes are five to seven times more likely to experience significant psychological problems
Signs you are in an abusive situation:
Does your partner:
- Humiliate you
- Yell at you
- Criticize you
- Treat you in a way that you are embarrassed for others to see
- Ignore/insult your accomplishments
- Blame you for their behavior
- Treat you as property
- Act jealous or possessive
- Control your actions
- Isolate you
- Limit your access to resources
- Constantly or excessively check up on you
- Have an unpredictable temper
- Hurt or threaten you
- Threaten self harm
- Force/coerce you to engage in sexual activity
- Destroy your belongings
- Act entitled to special treatment, including abusive behavior
- Act superior of you/belittle youDo you feel:
- Afraid of your partner
- The need to avoid topics that may set them off
- Like you cannot do anything right with your partner
- Believe you deserve to be hurt/mistreated
- Wonder if you are the one over reacting
- Emotionally numb/helplessIf you are gay, bisexual, transgender, does your partner:
- Threaten to out you
- Tell you authorities will not help someone in the LGBT community
- Tell you that leaving will be admitting you orientation/identification is deviant
- Justify abuse by challenging you orientation/identity
- For men: Says that men are “naturally violent.”Know the cycle of abuse:
Signs of an abusive situation from an outside perspective:
Is your loved one being abused? Do they have:
- Absence from work, school or get togethers
- Low self esteem
- Sudden personality changes
- Fear of conflict
- Blame on others or self
- Apologetic of bad behavior by partners
- Isolation and withdrawal
- Unhealthy coping mechanisms
Is someone you know abusing someone? Do they:
- Put down their partner or act superior
- Attempt to isolate their partner
- Check up on partner excessively
- Act rough with partner in public, hit or slap partner in private
- Make threats
- Minimize problematic/violent behavior
- Display no regard for law/authority
- A history of abuse, including drug abuse
- Display jealousy
How to get out of an abusive situation:
- Recognize what is going on at home: does your partner display any of the signs of abuse, do you display any signs of someone who is being abused
- Tell someone you can trust and will take action
- Prepare: Find a safe space to hide money and belongings
- Cover your tracks: Delete internet and call history
- Find a safe place to leave to
- If you can: Report the abuse and file a restraining order
How to help a loved one out of an abusive situation:
- Talk to them and assure a safe space to open up and confide
- Be direct with your suspicions and worries
- NEVER judge the victim
- ALWAYS believe the victim
- Do not “tell” them to leave or criticize them for staying with an abusive partner
- Support them and build self confidence
- Help them break away from isolation
- Encourage them to talk to others, including professionals
- Offer resources
Coping with domestic violence:
Typical aftermath of domestic violence:
- And more
Resources for coping and dealing with domestic violence:
- National Coalition Against Domestic Violence
- Counseling Directory
- Women’s Crisis Service
- Counseling Connection
- Domestic Abuse Helpline for Men and Women
- Domestic Violence Shelters
- National Domestic Violence Hotline
- International Directory of Domestic Violence Agencies
- Homeless Shelter Directory
PSA: Skype virus locks your computer, demands payment
If you get a message from a Skype contact that looks like this:
DO NOT CLICK THE LINK. It’s ransomware that will lock your computer up, accusing you of possession of child pornography, and threaten to alert the authorities unless a $200 payment is made. And then pass the link along to all your Skype contacts.
SERIOUSLY, DON’T CLICK IT.
If you’ve already been infected, or if you know someone who has, instructions for removing the virus are under the cut.
What accounts for Romney’s capacity to consistently insult even those he’s trying to court? I’d argue it’s his fantastic sense of entitlement, with its accompanying inability to feel empathy for the less fortunate. It may or may not be connected to his pranking/bullying impulse, which showed itself in his school days when he forcefully cut the hair of a gay classmate, led a sight-impaired teacher into a closed door, or intimidated friends by impersonating a state trooper. Romney clearly lacks the ability to put himself in the shoes of others (except other wealthy business owners). That’s a bad trait on the campaign trail, but when it extends to the leaders of other sovereign nations, it’s a terrible trait in a president.
Oh, So You Compost? Neat. These People Invented a Closed Kitchen Ecosystem.
Food waste accounts for a disturbing amount of trash in the U.S. It would be nice if everyone could recycle some of that food waste back into the food web.
Composting is one idea, but not everyone has the stomach for that, especially indoors. Check out this idea from FastCompany. It’s like nature meets Ikea!
1945 - 1998: Every Nuclear Detonation on Earth (by Isao Hashimoto)
There wasn’t a year without nuclear testing throughout virtually the whole period, even during the “detente” era. And the 1960s were just madness.
We literally did almost set the planet on fire.
“This is My Abortion.” One woman documents her abortion with cell phone pictures, for the purpose of demystifying the sensationalist images propagated by the religious and political right on the matter.
Lining the street in front of the clinic were a dozen or so protesters. They held up large banners with anti-abortion slogans, religious iconography, and images of dead babies.
Just past the bulletproof security doors, the graphic nature of that imagery haunted me in the waiting room. What would my abortion look like? I decided to secretly document my abortion with my cell phone.
My intention in documenting and sharing my abortion is to demystify the sensationalist images propagated by the religious and political right on this matter. The perverse use of lifeless fetus photographs are a propaganda tool in the prolife/prochoice debate in which women and their bodies are used as pawns to push a cultural, political, and religious agenda in the United States.
At 6 weeks of pregnancy, my abortion looked very different than the images I saw when I entered the clinic that day.
More at the link above, the author of this posts encourages everyone to share these photos.
How the Logic of "Friendzoning" Would Work If Applied in Other Instances:
- *Man walks into a store and finds employee*
- Man: Alright, I've had enough. Why haven't you guys hired me?!
- Employee: Uh...well sir, when did you put in your application?
- Man: I never filled out an application.
- Employee: Well sir, we can't consider you for employment if you've never filled out an application.
- Man: No, that's bullshit, because I've been coming here for years now, and every single time I tell you all how much I love this store and how much I appreciate your customer service, unlike some of your other customers might I add!
- Employee: Well, but that doesn't-
- Man: AND I even told you that I didn't have a job!
- Employee: But sir, that doesn't indicate to us that you would like a job at our store. And again, if you've never filled out an application, we can't consider you. Besides, we're not hiring.
- Man: OH! Not hiring, HA! What a laugh. I see your store go through seasonal workers all the time. They come and go like nothing, but you won't consider me as a part-time employee even though I KNOW you've been looking for workers to fill positions? That's insane!
- Employee: Sir, we've been looking to hire a few people for management positions. Do you have any management experience?
- Man: Well no, but what does that matter?
- Employee: ...Well sir, that's what we're looking for. You won't be suitable for the position without management experience.
- Man: Oh that's such a load of crap. You know, you'll be waiting around a long time for a manager if you don't lower your standards a little. Who cares if someone knows how to manage a store? I LOVE this store and I'm willing to work here, that's all that should matter to you.
- Employee: That...doesn't make any sense.
- Man: NO! I'm done. This is over. From now on, no more Mr. Nice Guy.
- Man: Fuck you, slut.
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In light of the tragic death of Mark Aguhar, a Chicago-area pissed-off queer artist and friend (calloutqueen.tumblr.com//markaguhar.tumblr.com), we receive and post a short submission on her death. Naturally, this is not a happy essay. There is a trigger warning for explicitly talking about the pain of Mark’s death, “suicide,” eating disorders, disease, death, our complicity in society, and the pain that comes from the absence of redemption.
With total hatred and total love,
“Please, scoff at the wretched layers of my memory and that of so many others; stare intently into such a reality without seeing the shadow of society in its every wrinkle and wound. I envy blind bliss; what joy must come with believing that each individual death carries no greater meaning than the technicalities of the departed body. To see this utterly morbid world without the red tint of hatred is not seeing it at all, though I cannot claim to be grateful for what my eyes have captured. It is with a sagging and anxious heart that I fight against all that drains the life out of itself. I fight not because I think we will emerge victorious, but because it is the only thing worth living for, the only thing that will relieve this fear of impending murder— through addiction, through cancer and suicide. “
-Delete Me, I’m So Ugly
It’s difficult to even begin to deal with the murder of another fierce-as-fuck gender rebel by this world. And let’s make no mistakes about the nature of this death, Mark Aguhar’s death was murder. Murder of the slowest, most agonizing variety. Murder that the fucking pigs of this world dare to call suicide, although in other cases we might know it as addiction, schizophrenia, or AIDS. In this way, Mark’s fate cannot be separated from the steadfast rhythm of trans women being murdered by police and gender-pigs, from our grandparents being murdered with capitalist cancers, from our parents drinking themselves to death or to the times we’ve spent agonizingly throwing up our dinner as the water runs in our bathrooms. These moments are the stench of death in civilization, the result of the processes that try to mangle and mutilate our monstrous bodies in hopes that they might one day be the disgusting properly-functioning, beautiful bodies that we spend our lives obsessing over, simultaneously desiring and wanting to destroy them.
Most of the time I’m afraid we’re accustomed to ignoring these (impending) murders, trying to harden our hearts and keep going, hoping that no death will stain our bodies and souls if we move fast enough. This week, I tried to do just that with Mark’s death. The news exploded like a bombshell, yet I said, I think, “Wow, that sucks” to the friend that had told me of Mark’s death, and promptly walked away. I didn’t even permit myself to think about it for the slightest second and buried myself in work and television and the internet because I knew that it would smash my weak and pathetic heart. And here I am, in a puddle of my own tears reading her words, looking at her art, totally disgusted with myself. I paused upon a piece that they had made called Not You (Power Circle) 2011, upon which, in lipgloss, the words “Who is Worth My Love, My Strength, & My Rage?” were scrawled. I couldn’t agree more with her; I’m so ashamed of myself. I’m so ashamed of all of us really, for not having destroyed this horrible civilization before it took Mark’s life, for allowing it to take so many of our friends and family while we spend our time trying to be numb or trying to ignore the systematic murder all around us. The painful truth is that we helped murder Mark Aguhar. We couldn’t possibly tell ourselves that we’re ignorant about the murderous reality of this world, and we couldn’t possibly fool ourselves into thinking that our consent workshops, pronoun charts, and DIY mental health meetings could ever stop a wholesale slaughter of this magnitude. The shameful weight of so many murdered generations of friends and families and lovers truly does weigh on us, begging for a redemption that remains so painfully absent. I’m rather sure that I will never see such a redemption, but I do know that we cannot allow the deaths of our loved ones to pass without the world feeling the pain in our hearts and this very moment.
However impossible it may be, I want everyone to be forced to stare the reality of this murder in the face. I want all of the apparatuses that have taught us to hate and murder ourselves and each other to be sabotaged, punished, destroyed. I want disgusting and painful and gorgeous art just like Mark’s to saturate every city block until everyone feels all of our suffering. As Mark herself said, “I don’t need to be strong, I need for the world to stop being so fucking weak, that my sisters are being swallowed up before my eyes.” We need to understand that the grief and the pain and the weakness inside each of us is not our only way of grieving, and that together perhaps all of these weaknesses and inadequacies and disgusting pathetic bodies might be enough to punish this civilization for what it has done to Mark, to Deoni, to Agnes Torres, to so many others whose names escape our tongues. I beg you, do not let Mark’s death pass without remembrance and vengeance. Go forth and bring to the world the “mutual annihilation” that Mark so gracefully believed in. Let no murder of our comrades pass quietly and without answer. May our memories of Mark stoke the flames of our hatred for everything that makes us monsters and pushes us further toward destruction every day.
I am totally innocent of any experience even remotely similar to these peoples’ - something that invalidates one’s very identity and existence to the point that the only solution is a radical identity with the sole aim of what appears to be total revenge. Now fully understand that this kind of systematic-and-still-largely-subconscious oppression would drive the oppressed to react in such manner, and I fully respect their right to feel as they do - especially when the oppression would drive them to such an extreme that they are unable to continue to exist. If the only solution is seething hatred toward oppression and returning what they receive in it to find solace, then so be it. BUT:
Do Not make hatred your only rule. Because one day you must answer the question: What do you do when you attain your vengeance?? And what might you lose in its pursuit?? If you cannot, then you will get nowhere. No one, not even the most valiant, brave and powerful, are free from the laws of nature.
^I am not saying you haven’t considered this: many of you certainly have. But remember to keep it in mind…