I also think that America has wizarding technical schools—there’s no reason for everyone to study magical theory if you’re just going to practice magical creature husbandry, for example, or be a healer’s assistant. Plus, have you seen those tuition rates? A farmer’s son, who just needs a couple spells and charms to ensure good soil and even furrows, can’t pay that nonsense.

America also has a huge magical car industry, based out of Detroit. A wizarding car doesn’t fly (or change lights at a whim, they had problems with that one) but the dashboard has about twelve hundred buttons for invisibility or parallel parking. They disguise them as “AUX” buttons since absolutely no one, muggle or wizard, knows what those are for.

There’s a ton of wizarding/Muggle pop culture crossover in America, and Muggles usually act as tastemakers for the wizarding side—which results in a lot of bad imitation of the wizards’ part, second-rate art and poorly acted television shows.

(Yeah, none of that radio nonsense, AWTN has been up and running since the first vacuum tube. The programming is pretty limited, and the news leans on the dry side, but still!)

(This changes when they discover reality television in 2010, and realize that watching people hex each other? Better than the Kardashians.)

Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this history of mankind.

Mankind — that word should have new meaning for all of us today.

We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore.

We will be united in our common interests.

Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution — but from annihilation.

We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist.

And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice:

"We will not go quietly into the night!

We will not vanish without a fight!

We’re going to live on!

We’re going to survive!”

Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!

—  President Thomas J. Whitmore
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"Roch the win i the clear day’s dawin
Blaws the clouds heilster-gowdie owre the bay
But thair’s mair nor a roch win blawin
Thro the Great Glen o the warl the day
It’s a thocht that wad gar our rottans
Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay
Tak the road an seek ither loanins
Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an play

Nae mair will our bonnie callants
Merch tae war whan our braggarts crousely craw
Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan
Murn the ships sailin doun the Broomielaw
Broken faimilies in launs we’ve hairriet
Will curse ‘Scotlan the Brave’ nae mair, nae mair
Black an white ane-til-ither mairriet
Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare

Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom
Never heed whit the houdies croak for Doom
In yer hous aa the bairns o Aidam
Will fin breid, barley-bree an paintit room
Whan MacLean meets wi’s friens in Springburn
Aa thae roses an geeans will turn tae blume
An a black laud frae yont Nyanga
Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun.”

Full translation and commentary on the lyrics can be found here:  http://www.dickgaughan.co.uk/songs/texts/freecaye.html

When the schools reopen in Ferguson, teachers would do well to close up the jingoistic textbooks, discard the bubble tests, and ask students what they think about the fact that our nation spends more on “defense technology,” militarized policing and mass incarceration than on education. It might not be on the new Common Core exams, but the killing of Michael Brown is a test for our nation’s schools nonetheless.

As I prepare to head back to the classroom, I pledge to Michael Brown and his family that I will do my best to foster a classroom that allows for the emotional intensity and critical dialogue vital to achieving a world that puts institutional racism in its final resting place and gives our black children a bright future.

Why I'm Okay With Forgetting

I think it’s my right as a New Yorker to, after 13 years, be okay with forgetting. The thing is, New Yorkers (and in the term New Yorker, I’m including anyone who shares a mindset of tolerance, courtesy (yes, New Yorkers are courteous), and mind-your-own-business practicality) aren’t just under threat from overseas religious zealots who hate our lifestyle, we’re also under threat from the sort of domestic religious zealots who traffic in jingoistic platitudes like “Never Forget!” 

After 13 years—13 years of being afraid of booms in the night, backfiring cars, slammed doors, cellphones that ring in the subway—I’m working hard to forget. I met a young man recently, a Marine, who couldn’t understand why I wanted to raise E in a diverse neighborhood, “Isn’t being surrounded by white people good?” This boy was 11 when 9/11 happened, and he has fought three times in the war it started. And he still doesn’t understand why it happened, what he’s fighting for, and why war isn’t the solution. That makes me sad. 

And here’s the thing: I’m not really trying to forget, I’m just choosing to remember things that would probably surprise people that weren’t here. I’m choosing to remember how nice everyone was to each other in the weeks afterwards. I’m choosing to remember what a gorgeous, beautiful day it was. I’m choosing to remember how lovely the city was when it was returned solely to New Yorkers for those brief days in the aftermath when no one was allowed below 14th Street. I’m trying desperately, still, to forget the smell. I’m trying to remember all the hugs I exchanged with my friends. And I’m trying to remember the people we lost. And I’m leaving it there. So please stop telling me to Never Forget. Mind your own damn business.

anonymous said:

Jeff Parker wrote Nuke as a crazy menace, Rick Remender wrote him as a mentally unbalanced victim and Charles Soule wrote him as a jingoistic buffoon. This is the sort of awful continuity that is prevalent across your whole line, the attitude that is "Eh, who cares? Just do what you want with it" you and the other editors seem to tell the writers. Is it that hard to say "No, that doesn't really fit with the past appearances of the character"? I am so fed up of every comic ignoring every other.

You seem to have a very narrow definitions of human beings and what they are capable of, and the wide range of emotions and behaviors they exhibit in the course of a single day, to say nothing of the weeks and months between those stories.

So Nuke can be a crazy menace, a mentally unbalanced victim and a jingoistic buffoon, depending on the situation and the story.

anonymous said:

Maybe Mikasa isn't herself Japanese per-se, but I always had the nagging feeling she was being used as some sort of stand-in nationalistic figure, and I'm worried Levi will become the same if rumors of his ancestry are true. And while nothing is egregiously jingoistic like Harutoshi Fukui, but it bothers me a bit considering my Chinese grandparents and greatgrandparents suffered a great deal as the result of excess Japanese nationalism.

I have no doubt that Mikasa is being used as a stand-in nationalistic figure, given what she was named after. And yes, it’s incredibly problematic that the “meant to represent all Asian-ness” character can so easily and deliberately be read as a Japanese nationalistic figure.  But that’s a separate issue from the question of whether SnK is set on Earth or not.

(ETA for clarification: This ask is a follow-up to this post.)

deusvolt said:

playlist meme: music to dance with horses to. ribbons for eels. jurassic tango

oh fuck you







ribbons for eels (apparently eels make me cry? noble electric blue fluttering creatures of the deep):

house of cards - baten kaitos ost

tegami - angela aki (live ver.)

brave - josh groban

the flower duet - lakme (sorry this is a really brassy rendition but i can’t find the full version of the one they used in the hunger or the katherine jenkins studio recording on youtube)

i vow to thee, my country - full orchestral version (least jingoistic video i could find, thus no discernible vocals. c’est la vie)

(were you around for eelgate, followers? if you were not, i highly suggest you ask me about ribbon eels)

(don’t ask me about ribbon eels)


two playlists is enough for you! but since we’re tango-ing tango to this

tomorrow is 9/11 and i absolutely feel for the people who were lost 13 years ago, and their families

having said that, my stepfather is obsessed with the military and has already started his “something bad’s gonna happen tomorrow” huffing and puffing

so i don’t want to be irreverent but i also want him to shut the fuck up and just remember the people who suffered and died instead of using the whole fucking day as a platform for his jingoistic and racist theories on who’s going to make a large-scale attack on american soil next


Kayaköy, a ‘ghost town’ in southwestern Turkey. 

Previously populated by Greeks, the town was left deserted after a population exchange or ‘mutually agreed upon expulsion’ was signed by the Greek and Turkish governments in 1923 following the abolition of the Ottoman Empire.

The mutual expulsion involved nearly two million people, the largest exchange to date at that time, and was seen as an important component in Ataturk’s jingoistic plans for the creation of a new Turkish state. Historian Norman Naimark claims that the population exchange was the last part of an ethnic cleansing campaign to create an ethnically pure homeland for the Turks, and according to wikipedia, “…the departure of the independent and strong economic elites, e.g. the Greek Orthodox populations, left the dominant state elites [i.e Ataturk’s People’s Party] unchallenged.” 

To this day, Kayaköy remains abandoned and open to visitors as an open-air museum.

anonymous said:

Does it annoy you when people bring religion into the debate (on either side), because it annoys me haha.

It irritates me beyond all belief. It’s one of two major things that annoy me. There are those who, as you mention, bring religion into it such as the Orange Order. When I was out campaigning in Glasgow on Sunday an older gentleman form the Orange Order asked me not to vote Yes because the union was “blessed by God.” Secondly, there are those who are voting No because they believe that a huge, expensive, unnecessary standing army is something we actually need in Scotland and won’t vote Yes because we’ll have a small defensive force. I refuse to take seriously the opinions of those people who can make the distinction between patriotism and jingoistic warmongering. There is nothing patriotic about sending our young working class men and women off to die in illegal wars to secure oil revenues for the richest 1% of our society. There is nothing patriotic about nuclear weapons which can never be used and are a ginormous waste of our public wealth. That is not patriotism, it’s stupidity and anyone who defends the union because it would mean more and more of our money is squandered on 3 billion pound war ships and replacement nuclear weapon systems clearly needs to reassess their perception of the United Kingdom, it’s place in the modern world and , more generally, their priorities. 


The military is going to drone-kill people, and YOU CAN OWN THE T-SHIRT.  This was in an email that somehow made it past my spam filters.  

I’m against anyone rolling over civilians with weaponry and beheading anyone.  I’m not a fan of ISIS, in general.  But this cashing in on jingoistic bullshit, type-o and all, turns it into a @#$%ing sporting event.  

In conclusion, @#$% these guys.

Niall Ferguson (@nfergus) - What did the British Empire ever do for Ireland

Niall Ferguson wrote in Ireland’s Sunday Business Post, January 26, 2003:

"It sounds like an intellectual suicide mission: persuade the Irish that any good came of the British empire. No matter what has been written by Ireland’s own `revisionist’ historians, the collective memory of the empire in Ireland remains a bitter one.

The legacy of Ireland’s colonisation by Englishmen and Scots in the 16th and 17th centuries continues to divide the island, breeding strains of terrorism, criminality and sectarian hatred which seem ineradicable.

Not even the most jingoistic Brit could deny that in the mid-1840s the British not only failed to alleviate, but actually exacerbated, one of the great catastrophes of the 19th century: the famine that killed around a million people.

The subsequent exodus of around six million Irish men, women and children — an emigration larger in relative terms than any other in 19th century Europe — is recalled in Ireland as a further tragic consequence of British rule.

When I visited Dublin last week it was not to whitewash the unquantifiable human suffering caused by plantation, famine and emigration. On the contrary, these are among the most lamentable debits on the balance sheet of empire.

Yet a balance sheet cannot be composed of debits alone. Tenaciously though hardline Irish nationalists may cling to the belief that nothing good ever came from east of the Irish Sea — ex Britannia, nil salus — it’s the job of the historian to consider the credit side too, not least because it has important implications for the world in which we live today.

First, let me come clean. As a Glaswegian from a solidly Protestant background I grew up with memories of the empire that were diametrically opposite to the Irish nationalist view.

Scotland was North Britain, Glasgow the Second City of the Empire and without the Scottish regiments the English would have lost both world wars.

To someone of my generation, born the year before Winston Churchill’s death, the world seemed to have been on the slide since the empire’s decline and fall. As for Ireland, it was simply a failed Scotland.

Instead of a Protestant industrial south dominating a backward Catholic north, in Ireland it was the backward Catholic south that had the upper hand.

The Irish could have been Scotland; instead they had ended up being Poland.

One of the greatest joys of studying the past is that you get to ditch your youthful prejudices. The reality, as I came to understand when I began to study Irish history, was altogether different.

The union of Scotland and England was, from its outset, a partnership — if an unequal one. The political union of crowns and parliaments was accompanied by a social union of aristocratic and commercial elites and, of course, a common adhesion to Protestantism (albeit different brands). The two peoples joined forces to pursue profit and power overseas.

The union of Ireland and England was another matter. It was achieved by conquest and colonisation; indeed, Ireland can justly be called the experimental laboratory of an Anglo-Scottish project to `plant’ British culture in strategic overseas outposts.

Looking down on the Bogside from the walls of `Londonderry’ — there’s no point calling those forbidding walls anything shorter — I think I grasped for the first time the true nature of what was begun there in 1610.

The Irish were on the receiving end of a policy of expropriation and `ethnic cleansing’ every bit as ruthless as that which would be attempted in North America.

The difference between Northern Ireland and Massachusetts was this: because the Irish were resistant to British diseases, they survived. The native Americans were less lucky. In Massachusetts they were almost entirely wiped out within decades of the Pilgrim Fathers’ arrival.

The colonisation of Ireland brought misery in its train. Subsistence agriculture — with any surplus pocketed by an alien landlord class — condemned the Irish to grinding poverty and, ultimately, starvation.

In 1500 the average Briton’s income had probably been about 45 per cent higher than the average Irishman’s. By 1820 that gap had become a gulf: British incomes were nearly two-and-a-half times those in Ireland.

Instead of being Massachusetts, Ireland was fast becoming India.

Yet from 1850 onwards, things dramatically changed. There was a huge outflow of people from Ireland — mainly to the United States, but also in large numbers to other parts of the empire: Australia, New Zealand and Canada.

Their journeys were dangerous and uncomfortable, no doubt. But the work of economic historians such as Kevin O’Rourke has shown conclusively that the net effect of the Irish exodus was positive — not only for the emigrants, whose living standards in the New World rapidly overtook those in the British Isles, but also for those who stayed behind, whose wages rose as the population declined.

The dogmatic nationalists may not like to hear this, but the rate of growth of per capita gross domestic product (GDP) in Ireland was around a third higher than it was in Britain.

By 1913 Irish wages were rapidly closing the Anglo-Irish gap: a Dublin building worker was earning around 90 per cent of his London counterpart’s pay.

Thanks to `Anglobalisation’ — that extraordinary integration of global markets for commodities, labour and capital that occurred under British leadership after 1850 — Ireland experienced its first economic boom. It was Catholic peasants, not Anglo-Irish landlords, who benefited. The combination of falling grain prices and Liberal legislation to improve the lot of tenants meant that inequality within Ireland was significantly reduced.

So Ireland went from being little India to being little Canada — part of a thriving Atlantic economy. The tragedy was that this economic convergence between Ireland and Britain was not accompanied by a simple political concession.

`Home Rule’ had effectively been granted to Canada, Australia and New Zealand by the time Gladstone proposed restoring Dublin’s own parliament and granting the Irish a degree of political autonomy. Yet unionists in Westminster and the north-east of Ireland doggedly opposed the idea. Anti-Irish and anti-Catholic prejudices combined to sabotage the only viable non-violent solution to the Irish question.

"But wait a minute," comes the nationalist response. "Look how well southern Ireland has done since gaining its independence from the Brits."

The latest figures from the OECD suggest that Ireland’s per capita GDP is now higher than Britain’s. Far from Ireland being a failed Scotland, Scotland now looks distinctly like — I hate to admit it — a failed Ireland. And how could the Celtic tiger ever have emerged as long as it was being sat on by the British lion?

The trouble with this argument is that Ireland’s prosperity is the fruit of barely ten years of economic success. For most of the period after partition the Free State/Republic performed dismally: growth was 20 per cent lower in Ireland between 1913 and 1950 than it was in Britain.

Only when the Irish re-embraced globalisation in the 1990s — in other words, only when they reverted to the economically liberal policies the British had pioneered a century ago — did they achieve their economic miracle.

It goes without saying that Ireland’s recent riches are the fruit as much of economic dependence as of political independence: dependence, above all, on American capital and European subsidies.

Drawing up historical balance sheets is never easy. When it comes to British Ireland, it is especially hard. Even today, four centuries after the first plantations, the `Brits’ are a long way from being forgiven for their sins.

Yet the Irish were not only victims of empire. As emigrants (and indeed as soldiers) they were also among the beneficiaries of Anglobalisation.”

In full here: http://www.tcd.ie/Economics/staff/orourkek/fergusononireland.htm

Day 572 - Alien Invasion … 

I hate xenophobes and jingoists.  Did I say that already? :)  If you need me to explain that I am not seriously encouraging an alien bigot-eater invasion, then you’re probably one of the aforementioned …