The vaccine turned me into a NEWT!
My Grand Oncle Jacques (Great Uncle) was imprisoned in Dachau for three years. He was a member of the Belgian Resistance and was tasked with finding food and faking/forging ration cards to help feed the Jews in hiding. When not busy with that tremendous task, he helped with the militia that sabotaged Nazi vehicles, trains, whatever infrastructure they could damage to slow them down.
I met him several times as a young child, and with a child’s curiosity I asked him about the number on his arm. In age appropriate terms, Grand Oncle Jacques explained to me that he was in prison during a war because the bad guys caught him and punished him for it. He told me he had the tattoo because the bad guys wanted an easy way to tell prisoners apart.
The next time I saw him, I asked why his hands were bent and fingers curled. This beautiful, broken man explained, so kindly, that the bad guys tried to make him tell on his friends by hurting him. They broke his fingers and his hands, his feet and his knees. They broke his wrists and hit him with whips and did many cruel things. I was in tears and asked why he didn’t just tell on his friend.
Grand Oncle Jacques kissed my hair and dried my tears. And then he said, “My sweet child, one day you will learn about the bad men and what they did to innocent people. I wasn’t just protecting my friends. I was protecting hundreds, perhaps thousands, of innocent people all over Belgium.”
The song I will Survive, the Gloria Gaynor classic, came on the radio. And this beautiful man, bent and broken by Nazi abuse, a man with twisted limbs, a man whose every step caused pain. This amazing, wonderful man got up and he danced. He held my hand in his and I danced with him, with the carefree spirit of a child. When the song finished, he sat down and mopped the sweat from his face. He drank some lemonade and held my hand tightly, between his gnarled and broken ones.
“Debby,” he said, “Do you know why I dance? Because I survived. And I dance to remember those who did not survive. In dancing I remember those who survived and those who did not. And each time I dance, they are remembered.”
That was the last time I saw him, as his many injuries and ailments made him far too fragile to travel internationally. I grew older but each time the song comes on, I will dance. When I was whole, I’d bust out in a full boogie no matter how ridiculous I looked.
I learned about WWII and the Nazis and the Final Solution. U read about the Camps, the terror, the devastation, the extermination. I wept for them then, I weep for them now.
In 2017, I was paralyzed from about the bra band down. I can no longer ‘dance’ the way I once did.
But you can bet your ass that when the song comes on, I do my damnedest to shimmy in my wheelchair (or bed) and swing my arms and move as much as I can.
I do this to remember those who did not survive. I do this to remember those who did survive.
I do this to remember them, and their memories are a blessing. For the duration of that song, they are remembered. They are alive.
And now.. I hope you will do this too. Thank you for reading.
As a "redneck" with empty beer cans in the back of my "leveled" truck, fuck the people who fit the rest of your statement. I'm just an alcoholic who lives in the country. No tolerance for the intolerant, and fuck those who give me a bad name.
The comments about her being a single mother and why she is single were unnecessary.
Made me doubt about who's supposed to be the insane one.
I'm pretty sure freemasons have phones and email. Surely there's easier ways to send a fucking message. And what would this secret message even be? What possible thing could "Prince Phillip died" be code for? It's really a single-use code, it's not like they can do it repeatedly.
People are so desperate for everything to be a secret conspiracy. They'd probably leap at the chance to join the damn freemasons - and then be really bored when it turns out to be a bunch of rich white dudes doing rich white dude stuff.
I had severe PPD bordering on PPP. I also had undiagnosed mental health issues and then had back to back babies so I never gave myself enough time to get things straight before having my second.
I got to such a dark and scary place, it terrified me. And it was all directed at my oldest who was barely a year old when I had my second. I got to the point where I would fantasize about throwing him at the wall to shut him up or shake him, or smother his mouth. It was horrific. Thankfully before I ever acted on those thoughts, I went to my doctor and broke down. They set me up with counselors and a respite worker.
So my PPD counselor would come over twice a week and just sit and talk with me. I could say all the horrible thoughts I had and knew it was a safe place for me to air it out. She was specialized in PPD so she didn't judge. My respite worker came 3 times a week and took care of the kids while I would have a nap, or a bath, just some alone time. She would help me clean and do laundry as well. They were a god send. Thankfully I got on meds and worked through stuff. I also ended up having someone else come in and try to heal the bond between my oldest and I. And again, thankfully it was all free so we didn't go in debt because my brain basically broke.
The things I talked about seem cruel and horrible, but its amazing what can happen to your brain when chemicals and hormones just go haywire. Again also want to stress, I NEVER laid a hand on my child. I sought help before that happened. I openly talk about this because I think its important for women to hear what others have gone through. Don't hide if you are struggling. You aren't alone, there can be help.
My oldest is turning 9 this year and that boy is my God damn hero. He has helped me in so many ways he has no idea about. He is my favorite little man, and I love him to bits. That person I was for the first 2 years of his life, is long gone but not forgotten. Its a reminder to never get back there.
Neither fun or a fact.
Of course he's not the same as Hitler. He's the same as many of Hitler's cohorts. He's more Mussilini than anything.
And they don't have the potential to become Nazis, they are. They're the Nazis of the 1920s. Back when they had to pretend not to be so antisemitic. When they were laying the groundwork that would eventually lead to the Holocaust.
I'm sure you've seen the memes conservatives use asking why nobody stood up to the Nazis. Well, what is happening right now is exactly that, standing up to Nazis.
The mask came off when they tried to destroy our republic by storming the Capitol and stopping the Constitutional transition of power. Which, ironically, is parallel to a failed coup that Hitler was a part of.
No, the true fascist, their true leader, hasn't risen to power yet. But, by 2024, you will have a Republican presidential candidate who will actively argue against Democracy. They're propaganda machine is in full order disseminating why certain populations should not be allowed to vote, carry arms, and deserving of equal treatment.
As I mentioned previously, it's the State of Exception that allows for government to be used to remove the rights of certain "outside" populations. That is something that's been occurring since the creation of our nation. But, it wasn't truly ramped up until the Patriot Act wherein "terrorist" became a category that could even apply to citizens wherein the individual became outside the bounds of the norms of US law, leading to Guantanomo; the place where due justice doesn't exist.
Anyway, it's a complicated subject and, of course, there is no 1:1 ratio. And, doing so, is either naive or intentionally obtrusive.
This is actually tweet is from an alternate zombie reality and it’s just slipped through the cracks of our world.
It’s well know there zombie women are addicted to chad, tyron, and baby flesh
My bootstraps kept getting caught in the engine
Harleys are basically pet rocks, a fad that no one understood. You bought the hype, you paid to look bad-ass but your still a pussy just poorer and more likely to die in an accident!
Do you know what the difference is between a Harley and a vacuum cleaner? The location of the dirt bag.
And I have to ask—my vaccine was free, and I work for the government with a PhD and two master’s, so it would be crazy expensive to replace me... who benefits?
•”well, the drug companies” the vaccine is free
•”its to decrease the population” why? Who would benefit? It’s slowly devastating Japan’s economy to have fewer people.
•”it’s a plan to make us obedient” well, it didn’t work, and who would benefit? The government? If they don’t bother with armed militias, why would they bother with you? They have drones—you’ll never see the killshot coming if they decided you were a threat. No pandemic needed.
This (and Occam’s razor) really get rid of all conspiracy theories. There’s no benefit to any of this shit.
I became fearful of government and control. I thought the world was bad and vaccines were just large corporations taking advantage. I was also withdrawn, isolated, weepy, and rarely looked outside of my own echo chamber. The biggest difficulty is that you genuinely believe you are keeping your kids safe. Vaccines are like those car warranty things they offer aftermarket. They seemed useless, expensive and people badgered the fuck out of you.
I was also, anti hospital birth (doctors don't listen to pregnant moms), anti regular doctor check ups (they just do those to charge us money), anti GMO (that was unnatural) and terrified when I had to send the kids to school (they would indoctrinate my kids). It was all a lot of paranoia bred because of the so many fucked up things governments have done and because I had such severe trauma regarding "the system"
I had post partum psychosis very bad. Once I got out of my situation I was able to medicate properly and listen to logic and reason.
I thought it stood for Carrying Our Vegetables In Denmark
Edit: woke up to this blowing up. Thanks for the silver and gold.
For most people outside of Cult45 the election was like having a choice between eating a bowl of plain oatmeal or a bowl of rotting eggs.
Oatmeal's boring and tasteless, but at least it's not putrid nor will make you sick.
semi-related side note because its a part of history i'm interested in. not saying we should try to repeat it:
the growth of capitalism and democracy were side effects of (or at least hugely helped along by) the massive death toll of the black death.
prior to the plague famine and starvation were very common. there were a lot of common folk, and not enough work to go around. the aristocracy had control because they had the luxury of choice, workers were were expendable.
because the black death killed off so many people there was suddenly more work than than there were workers to do it. the common folk were no longer expendable and thus they were able to bargain for better conditions. those with valuable skills went one better and started to obtain wealth and status, forming a distinct middle class.
feudalism began to fall by the wayside as capitalism took over and aristocracy started to expand into democracy. it also sewed the first seeds of what would one day become Marxism and Communism.
calamity brings change, change brings an opportunity for improvement, though the ramifications might not be clearly seen for centuries.
Covid has undoubtedly been a calamity, and its definitely changing the way we work, socialise, live our lives. exactly how far reaching the consequences will be, and how much will be for the better or for the worse remains to be seen.
Fun fact: if you have old cell phones to donate, call your local domestic violence intervention center. Any phone that can hold a charge can call 911, so we tell clients who can’t leave yet to charge them and hide them, in case abusers take their phones during an altercation.
Really? Let's see if this sounds heroic. You and your girlfriend are asleep in your bed. Suddenly the sound of your front door being smashed jolts you out of a sound sleep. You grab your legal gun to defend your home and your girlfriend. The men come into your living room and you don't know who they are but they have guns so you shoot. They shoot back. You're injured and your girlfriend is dead. I'm sure the NRA would be happy to help you since you were using your weapon the way they should be used.
Sound reasonable? I think so too.
Except your name is Kenneth Walker and your girlfriend is Breonna Taylor.
I am a high school teacher, and I'll be the second to say that they should NOT give high school students that much power.
Reminds me of a news interview with a member of the EDL ranting about “Muslamic Law”. Guy looked like he only had three brain cells to rub together, two of which had wandered in by accident and were looking for a polite time to leave.
Complaining about doctors forcing testing while perfectly okay with forcing a 3 month old to have a circumcision