I've been hearing a lot of people say that "the time for unions is past" in the US. Why? Because we trust that neither corporate interests nor governments would go back to abusing workers as much as they could get away with? What, in history, would lead anyone to believe that?
If you click on "Tychonian" down at the bottom, you can see how people thought the geocentric system worked, too.
...Currently, politics in the US is just depressing me, what with the current effort to drag the country back to the 19th C., and politics in the Middle East is just amazing me and is probably beyond my ability to discuss cogently at this point. So instead, I offer this cycle of planets. Have fun.
It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes and at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.
RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top) RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle) RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)
REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.
I also understand, oh believe me I do!, that girls are bullied just as badly as these boys have been. No-one is immune. But these are the deaths in the news right now, and have thus become the rallying point. Let us all hope that the deaths of lesbians from bullying are not out there in just as great a frequency, but just ignored. Let us all hope that we do not "gain" any public deaths of girls from bullying to add to this sad total, either. Let this kind of vicious, petty nastiness simply become unacceptable, to anyone, ever.
Last night, I dreamed that I was wandering through what looked like a large meteor crater in the New Mexico desert, until I stumbled on a convention of angels. And by "convention of angels", I mean "function rooms in a cheap hotel, with seminars going on and keynote speakers and a buffet of little triangle-cut sandwiches laid on for lunch." I wandered in and parked myself in the middle of the audience for one of the speakers -- yes, they were all angels, wings & surpassing beauty and everything -- and started heckling. For some reason they didn't stop me (actually, the angel sitting to my right seemed to be giggling softly and egging me on), until the speaker gave up in despair and left to get drunk on vodka. Then I remember following this drunk angel around listening for him to say weird shit. At one point I had to persuade him not to steal a bus.
He let me have a sip out of his bottle of vodka, though, as we were sitting in the bus I had just persuaded him not to steal, and it was really kick-ass good stuff.
Unfortunately, my alarm clock went off just as he was starting to say something about Einstein and the necessity of hedgehogs.
...Right, I leave what this says about me open to interpretation....