allinski

Control healthcare and you control the people.
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Rule #1 in the Cloward-Piven Strategy to hasten the fall of capitalism

Remember when the conservatives first made the country aware of sociologists Richard Cloward and Frances Piven who were inspired by Saul Allinsky to develop the Cloward-Piven Strategy to hasten the fall of capitalism? If you recall it was when b.o. was structuring his obamacare plan and the Republicans were fighting it. And, here we are, eight years later, still having that battle.

Allison peeking at case notes over the Sheriff’s shoulder while massaging away the stress of the day. (✿ ♥‿♥)

The Sheriff and Allison going to the gun range and showing off for each other while indulging in a little healthy competition. (✿ ♥‿♥) 

Allison and Stiles laughing at the Sheriff’s bad jokes around the Stilinski family dinner table.  (✿ ♥‿♥)

liamszzaynarchive-deactivated20  asked:

allison x sheriff + solving crime together.

Uncovering the perpetrator wasn’t difficult, not with two minds honing in on them more and more with every new clue that was revealed. They worked well together; John dipped into his previous experience, and Allison brought a new pair of eyes to the crime scene at hand.

“We were at dinner,” Allison murmured, arms folded as she leaned against the counter. Her thinking aloud drew John’s attention, and he moved closer, lingering there to stay away from the evidence. “So who’s got a key?” When she looked up at him, she pursed her lips and began ticking off names on her fingers. “Stiles. Melissa. Scott. I think Lydia has one of mine just in case.”

“Scott’s out of town, isn’t he?”

Allison nodded.

“And Lydia won’t come over unless she has a reason.”

“Melissa is on this really bizarre diet,” she filled in, a smile curving at the corner of her mouth as the suspects melted away and left only one.

John put a fist down firmly onto the counter beside her hip, and Allison bit her lip to keep from laughing. There was no anger in his eyes. He was stuffed to the brim with steak and potatoes; he didn’t have any room to fit anything else. “I swear to God, if that little asshole keeps eating my cookies.”