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cynicalpink: Just a little visual to remind us exactly who is sponsoring the “It’s Not Rape if You’re Not Bruised and Bleeding” Bill.
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Weapon of War
Over the past few days, there have been an alarming number of stories about birds falling out of the sky and fish dying in large numbers, and I am seeing references to these stories everywhere. And that’s understandable; I don’t mean to suggest it isn’t, because I’m interested in those stories, too.
But women are being raped in mass numbers in Haiti and Congo, day after day after day after goddamned day, and that has somehow failed to capture the interest of the global community in the way dead birds and fish has.
Hospital saves woman’s life; is told by Catholic leadership not to do it again.
A man first played drums loudly in his townhouse, quickly leading to multiple complaints by neighbors about the noise and a written warning. On a different night, the group loudly played a tape of what sounded like a violent dispute between a man and a woman.
The reaction is chilling.
A few years ago, French photographer Sacha Goldberger found his 91-year-old Hungarian grandmother Frederika feeling lonely and depressed. To cheer her up, he suggested that they shoot a series of outrageous photographs in unusual costumes, poses, and locations. Grandma reluctantly agreed, but once they got rolling, she couldn’t stop smiling.
Frederika was born in Budapest 20 years before World War II. During the war, at the peril of her own life, she courageously saved the lives of ten people. When asked how, Goldberger told us “she hid the Jewish people she knew, moving them around to different places every day.” As a survivor of Nazism and Communism, she then immigrated away from Hungary to France, forced by the Communist regime to leave her homeland illegally or face death.
Aside from great strength, Frederika has an incredible sense of humor, one that defies time and misfortune. She is funny and cynical, always mocking the people that she loves.
They came first for the Muslim’s junk,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Muslim.Then they came for the black’s junk,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t black.Then they came for the women’s junk,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a woman.Then they came for my junk…
…and I kicked up a huge fuss and demanded that they cut it out because it was infringing upon my freedom and goddammit you should listen to me because I’m a white dude and I and I alone have domain over my junk!
Pretty much. Le sigh.



