I feel messed up, why can't I just be straight or gay? Why do I have to be asexual? Maybe people were right, maybe this is just a phase. Maybe I'll be attracted to someone. Maybe I'm just being asocial... Everything is getting to me, I don't feel valid... I feel like a screw up
You aren’t a screw up. You are a bad ass binary breaker. Great people in history break the molds. Plus, who cares if you are or aren’t being asocial. Do you like being asocial? Then be that. If you suddenly become attracted to someone it’s likely that feeling will be on the asexual spectrum anyways because it’s not a light switch.
Hi Sasha! Whats your opinion on Harrys "texting while driving scandal" ? A not so clever idea of someone in his team to get him more into the rule breaker bad boy direction or authentic mistake of him?
Hey Nonnie. I think it’s neither. It’s what I warned y’all about. And it’s what we’ve seen with every other member of 1D’s solo arc, especially Zayn’s. Once the initial success of a project is assured (profits on lock, cuz 1DHQ is still in the mix and getting paid), shady articles pop up. This is the well established pattern at this point. So this is expected from the usual suspects, like The Sun, The Daily Mail and The Mirror.
They’re trying extra hard, but there’s really nothing scandalous here.
Here’s the most important part of this non-story:
He did what most of us do–look at our phones while we’re stopped in traffic. Technically that might be against the law in the UK, but it happens all the time. No way could this be used to bad boy up his image. This is just 1DHQ using their flying monkeys at The Sun to sling mud, imo. And LOL at them working “mystery blonde” into the article because even while sullying his good name they must imply he’s hetero. Another clue that lets us know who is behind this.
Interesting that the pix aren’t credited to anyone by The Sun or The Mirror. Are they fan pix? Was a pap following him? Is a member of his team making sure 1DHQ can keep tabs on him?
Don’t let the dark color fool you; this is an oil for good luck! And yes, it’s in a mini JD bottle. I didn’t rinse it too thoroughly; whiskey is regarded by some as a liquor of peace and luck in itself.
This is an oil you can use to anoint candles for money spells, attractant spells, curse/bad luck breakers, and general luck spells. You could also anoint your home or yourself, if you so chose.
I tend to seriously load up my oils with ingredients, which is why it’s so dark, and I prefer not to grind them all the way down into a powder. I like to see the bits, and everything swirling around when I give it a good shake.
Imagine well-being, serendipity, money, or whatever else makes you feel lucky as you mix your ingredients. Give it a good shake before use, and feel lucky!
In Huxley’s Point Counter Point, there’s a character called Everard Webley that runs a fascist organization called the British Brotherhood of Freemen (thought by actual British fascist leader Oswald Morley to be an unsubtle jab at him, although the book was released three years before he started his British Union of Fascists). The book was released in 1928, well before the fascists took the world to war (again), and presumably written even earlier in the interwar period. Mainstream society and to an even greater extent artists, writers, intellectuals, academics, and the upper crust are, at this point in history, mocking fascism and fascists. The book’s characters don’t take Webley seriously. They think his obsession with the Battle of Thermopylae (the basis for 300) and seemingly ill-placed elitism slash belief in supremacy of self are goofy–but ultimately harmless, because, of course, goodness will prevail, and who could possibly unite behind ideas so clearly half-baked as the melange of what would now be the libertarian and MRA foundations of the so-called alt-right?
And yet, as the other characters mock him, his organization grows.
Webley gives a speech to a few hundred of his followers:
“The British Freemen are uniformed in green. Theirs is the livery of Robin Hood and Little John, the livery of outlaws. For outlaws they are in this stupid democratic world. Outlaws proud of their outlawry. The law of the democratic world is quantity. We outlaws believe in quality. For the democratic politicians, the voice of the greatest number is the voice of God; their law is the law that pleases the mob. Outside the pale of mob-made law, we desire the rule of the best, not the most numerous. Stupider than their liberal grandfathers, the democrats of to-day would discourage individual enterprise and, by nationalizing industry and land, invest the state with tyrannical powers such as it has never possessed, except perhaps in India in the time of the Moguls. We outlaws are freemen. We believe in the value of individual liberty. We would encourage individual enterprise; for we believe that, co-ordinated and controlled in the interests of society as a whole, individual enterprise produces the best economic and moral results. The law of the democratic world is human standardization, is the reduction of all humanity to the lowest common measure. Its religion is the worship “of the average man. We outlaws believe in diversity, in aristocracy, in the natural hierarchy. We would remove every removable handicap and give every man his chance, in order that the best may rise to the position for which nature has qualified them. In a word, we believe in justice. And we revere, not the ordinary, but the extraordinary man. I could go on almost indefinitely with this list of the points on which we British Freemen are in radical disagreement with the democratic governors of what once was free and merry England. But I have said enough to show that there can be no peace between them and us. Their white is our black, their political good is our evil, their earthly paradise is our hell. Voluntary outlaws, we repudiate their rule, we wear the green livery of the forest. And we bide our time, we bide our time. For our time is coming and we do not propose to remain outlaws for ever. The time is coming when the laws will be of our making and the forest will be the place for those who now hold power. Two years ago our band was insignificant. To-day it is an army. An army of outlaws. Yet a little while, my comrades, and it will be the army of those who make the laws, not of those who break them. Yes, of those who break them. For, before we can become the makers of good laws, we must be the breakers of bad laws. We must have the courage of our outlawry. British Freemen, fellow outlaws, when the time comes, will you have that courage?”
If you saw that on reddit a year ago, would you have blinked? If a Tea Party Republican, fiscally the GOP’s most libertarian wing, now the party’s mainstream, said the American equivalent of this Everard Webley quote about the functionality of government…
“I was five years in Parliament,’ said Webley. ‘Long enough to convince myself that there’s nothing to be done in these days by Parliamentarism. You might as well try to talk a fire out. England can only be saved by direct action. When it’s saved we can begin to think about Parliament again. (Something very unlike the present ridiculous collection of mob-elected rich men it’ll have to be.) Meanwhile, there’s nothing for it but to prepare for fighting. And preparing for fighting, we may conquer peacefully. It’s the only hope. Believe me, Lord Edward, it’s the only hope.”
…would it faze you?
Characters in this book talk about fascist removal of corporate regulation leads to ecological catastrophe (Lord Edward’s reply to Webley’s attempts to convert him to fascism), talk about how authoritarian movements always use “liberty” and “freedom” and “personal responsibility” to mean the freedom for the strong to dominate the weak with less barrier (or with outright endorsement) from the government (the excerpts from Phillip’s journal and from the BBF’s own materials).
Fascism is libertarianism with one fewer pretense.
We need to stop acting like this is just going to be fine if we make fun of Trump enough. Characters in this book make fun of Mussolini like he’s a big joke, and yet, their nation would be fighting him in real life within five years or so as one of the main components of the bloodiest war in history. This rhetoric appeals to enough people that we have to face it time and again. Huxley’s characters, as the real people of their era, wrote off fascism as a non-issue, an annoyance that would take care of itself when these losers who can’t stop playing dress-up as their warped idea of powerful men get jobs or girlfriends or whatever. We know how that turned out.
I’m not saying don’t make fun of them, especially to their faces. I’m saying we can’t let it end there and not be taken seriously, because there can be real world consequences, and they can be immense.