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Dark times all around but there are still people out there who love you

Do not hurt yourself, do not hurt others, get help, talk to someone, anyone. Humanity has survived before and we can do it now if we all just support each other. My country and my people let me down and endangered my life but there’s nothing I or anyone else can do about that so let’s try to spread the love that is so clearly lacking.

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NEW VIDEO: “A Matter of Life or Death: LGBTQ+ Refugees”: Being LGBTQ+ in the United States can definitely be difficult, but in some countries around the world you can go to jail or even be killed if you are out of the closet. For part 5 of my Pride Month series, “Chosen Family: Stories of Queer Resilience,” I met two incredible members of our community, Shadi (from Syria) and Sharifa (from Uganda) who went to incredible lengths to flee their home countries to avoid persecution. You’ll love them.

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Most people think I was named for the state, but it’s not true. I was named for a battle ship. The U.S.S. Arizona. My grandfather was serving on the Arizona when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and he saved 19 men before he drowned. Pretty much everything my father did his whole life was about honoring that sacrifice. I was raised to be a good man in a storm. Raised me to love my country. To love my family. To protect the things I love. When my father - Colonel Daniel Robbins, the United States Marine Corp - heard that I was a lesbian, he said he had only one question. I was prepared for, “How fast can you get the hell out of my house?” But instead, it was, “Are you still who I raised you to be?” My father believed in country the way that you believe in God. And my father is not a man who bends, but he bent for me because I’m his daughter. I’m a good man in a storm. I love your daughter. And I protect the things that I love. Not that I need to. She doesn’t need it. She’s strong, and caring, and honorable. She’s who you raised her to be.

dear australia,

i would like to apologize on behalf of my country, and on behalf of the man named donald trump who is now the president of the united states…a fact i find hard to swallow (but will accept, because i believe in democracy and our right to vote and choose our leaders).

i am writing this from the backstage dressing room of a venue in brisbane, australia, where i am about to take the stage.

i’ve been coming to australia to tour and perform almost every year since 2004, and it’s a place i hold near and dear to my heart. i love this land, i love the people and the attitudes towards freedom here, and i love that we both - the americans and the australians - are close cousins in our difficult and entangled struggles in the dark waters of our deeply complicated histories. i believe that in time, we can help each other navigate these waters.

i want you to know that donald trump’s stance on immigration (and specifically this current australian/american refugee deal madness, see below) is not the stance i take, and it doesn’t reflect the stance of about 99% of my american friends and family. i know that, because we talk about it, on and off the internet.

donald trump bellowed at his inauguration that he would put “america first”, and that we are “the greatest country in the world”.

and i want you to know that i don’t believe that, and that my circle of american friends don’t believe that, and that pretty much everybody i know is deeply embarrassed that this man is the face of our nation.

i believe that we cannot, as a human race, leave our most destitute hanging … i believe that we cannot just “take care of our own and fuck everybody else”. i believe we are better than that.

america NOT “first”.

nor australia.

nobody “first”.

or: everybody first. world first.

togetherness first.
and together, we’re going to figure this out.
again…sorry.

please let’s stay friends.

love,
amanda

p.s. it’s been all over the news….but if you don’t know what i’m talking about, please go read this article from the new york times: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/02/opinion/united-states-to-australia-get-lost.html

A Brief History of the Spork

The most grievous and recurrent misconception about the spork is that its name is a portmanteau of “spoon” and “fork.” Being part spoon and part fork this seems like the most obvious origin, but in fact the spork was invented by Edwin C. Sporke in New Orleans. Sporke invented the Spork in 1776, and the year is no coincidence. The story of the Spork is in fact, the story of the United States of America.

The year was 1773 and the industrial revolution was in its first decades. The colonists that would form the government of the United States were just arriving in the 13 colonies. At the age of 21, Thomas Jefferson had just been fired from his job in tech support at the University of Oxford. The only record of his duties there suggests that he mostly cleaned the old valuable globes, clocks, compasses, and the Ancient Abacus of Ankh-Ent-Ah-Baccus, where he is noted as having done a substandard job at removing abacus lint from the device. With no job and no prospects in England, Jefferson moved on up to the colonies in America, where he could begin a new life.

Jefferson came to America with only $7 to his name, and those dollars were worthless as the U.S. Treasury would not be formed for another 25 years. He arrived at the port of New Orleans, which was at the time called “Orleans-To-Be.” He had at the time no interest in politics, and applied to work at the only English-speaking establishment in the town. His days at McDonalds were unproductive. He slaughtered the cattle for beef, he peeled the potatoes for french fries, and he ground the bones for bread, which was made from bone powder before the evolution of wheat. But one important thing happened in his years at the restaurant: He met Edwin C. Sporke.

Sporke had arrived from Norway the year prior, and changed his name from Edvald Cornelius Sporkbeklagerdenfalskenorskenavnet to Edwin C. Sporke. Jefferson first saw him when he picked up his order for a Mutton McGruelbowl. Sporke sat down and, to Jefferson’s dismay, began trying to eat the liquid gruel with a fork. Curious, he brought the man a spoon and asked why he wasn’t using it instead. Sporke explained that spoons had been banned in Norway for hundreds of years owing to the infamous “Blood Spooning” of Vikings, from whom the Christian monarchy wanted to distance themselves. Jefferson encouraged Sporke to try, but he was hesitant. Finally, he agreed to eat the gruel with both at the same time, overlapping. The spork was born.

Because it could eat gruel more efficiently than a spoon or fork on their own, Raymond McDonald immediately began producing the utensil. This was done at first by having Jefferson weld spoons to forks, a job he so detested that he left for the east coast, taking the idea with him and keeping (most of) Sporke’s name attached, promising him royalties. Upon his arrival, Jefferson saw the next thing that would revolutionize the way we eat: The assembly line.

Famous entrepeneur- entrepeneuer– entreprenur—- famous businessman Henry Ford was living in New York, growing very rich with his mass constructed horse drawn carriages. Jefferson was impressed with the method, and immediately endeavored to accomplish a mass produced spork by means of his diligence, hard work, and persistence in buying slaves to do his real work for him. Among his early customers was Benjamin Franklin, who would go on to play so an integral role in the founding of the United States that well over 0.04% of Americans can tell you his role even today. Franklin loved the idea of the spork and showed it to George Washington, who could only eat gruel owing to the loss of his teeth in bad poker game in 1771. The men got along splendidly, and the rest, as they say, is history.

For Jefferson and the country at least. Records of Edwin Sporke are fewer and less revolutionary. Sporke never got any royalties. Whether Jefferson never sent them or whether they were stolen by railroad bandits en route will never be known, but as railroads only began delivering mail after 1804, most historians suspect Jefferson cheated Sporke out of his share of the profits. The only thing we now know for certain about Sporke is that he died in 1779, stabbed to death with his own invention during an argument over whether zebras were striped or spotted. Sporke not only died in the encounter, but made a fool of himself by claiming that the animals were spotted, having been tricked at a local zoo that displayed a dalmatian claimed to be the elusive African zebra.

But thankfully we now know his name, and his fate, and his integral role in the building of both the U.S.A. and the spork that bears his name. In this respect he remains far more fortunate than Muḥammad ibn Muḥammad al-Nafzawi, who invented the spork in 1211 in Tunisia and is not remembered in any European history books at all for obvious reasons.

What to read after Throne of Glass

If you, like me, are still going through complete Sarah J Maas withdrawal, and can’t really stand to wait for her next books, check out the list below to tide you over! Each book has many of the things I adored about both ToG and ACOMAF: strong and interesting female characters, magic, deeply beautiful writing, love stories to cry about, and an all around sense of adventure. If you have any more recommendations to add, definitely let me know!

Black Jewels: Anne Bishop

I just finished this series, and I am still amazed by how masterfully Anne Bishop weaves her stories. Welcome to the Dark Kingdom, a matriarchal realm ruled by strong queens and the males that support and serve them (Rowan and Aedion anyone?). There is a prophecy fortelling the rise of a Queen with more power than even the High Lord of Hell himself, which gives us a wonderful story full of scheming, war, adventure, and a badass court I would kill to be a part of. Prepare your heart!

Graceling by Kristian Cashore

Graceling is the best series for all you folks who couldn’t get enough of badass assassin Celaena. Katsa is an assassin Celaena would be proud of, due to her rare ability as a Graceling. She is Graced with a killing power, and has spent her life as the king’s tool in doling out his reign of terror. In waltzes Po, Graced with fighting, and here to shake everything Katsa knows about her world. Cashore definitely gives us a twist Sarah would most certainly support!

The Winner’s Curse by Marie Rutkoski

This book aligns more with the romance and court mystique that Sarah presents so wonderfully in ToG and ACOMAF. Kestrel is the daughter of a general who helped the emperor conquer territory after territory. As she is faced with a choice, marry or join the military, Kestrel finds a friend in one of the slaves from the conquered people, and so begins one of the most interesting political schemes I have read in awhile! I haven’t finished the trilogy yet, because I am out of the country and can’t get my hands on the final book, but I would highly recommend it.

Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson

Cue another really cool empire written by an author who isn’t afraid to be inventive or go beyond the normal realms of fantasy. Vin is another Celaena-esque character, as the abandoned street child who turned thief who struggles to stay alive. When a mentor takes her under his wing, she discovers that her luck on the streets might be more than she could ever explain. Magic, mystery, and of course, a few court balls thrown in make for a wonderful mix. Warning: the last book made me cry. Like really cry. But in a good, I’m-still-mad-at-you-but-I-understand-and-respect-your-story-line type of way.

Demon King by Cinda Williams Chima

Raisa is everything that I have ever wanted in a princess. She is intelligent, passionate, feisty, and super compassionate. So when a war arises between the clans and the wizards, you can bet she has goals to achieve and empires to shake up. Throw Han Alister into the mix, a street wise leader, and things get tricky and fireworks explode. One of my favorite love stories in a long time, because it isn’t a story about just romantic love, but also what the love of a princess for her country can do. 

Poison Study by Maria V. Snyder

Yelena is set for execution for murder, but is given the choice to be the next food taster of the Commander of Ixia. As if the threat of having poison in her system wasn’t enough, she is also given a dose of Butterfly’s Dust, which she needs every day to stay alive, and can of course only get from the chief of security. Fighting for her life soon becomes more than just guessing the right poison, but also a game of magic, love, and all out war. Best kind of combo out there!

Legend by Marie Lu

This is the only book in the list to be set in a dystopian universe as opposed to a kingdom, but with a prodigy like June, no one can make any complaints. After a war tore the country apart, the Western United States is under the martial rule of the Republic, and June is their perfectly groomed soldier golden child. Day, on the other hand, is a slums boy who has become the Republic’s most wanted criminal. What happens when their paths cross is enough to make any country tremble, and to keep me hanging on to every word!

And finally:

Literally anything by Tamora Pierce!

Tamora Pierce has been my favorite author since I was a little girl. Each of her series is set in the same universe, based around the story of an interesting and kickass female character, from the first female warrior to a wild-mage. I first found these stories when my mother decided my sister and I didn’t have enough strong women in our literature and Tamora really rose to the occasion. Start with the first series, Song of the Lioness, and work your way from there! I have reread her books at least once every year since I was a little girl and they get better every time. I cannot recommend these books enough!


If you read or have read any of these books, feel free to shoot me a message; I am always ready to geek out over them. 

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  • what she means: Most people think I was named for the state, but it's not true. I was named for a battle ship. The U.S.S. Arizona. My grandfather was serving on the Arizona when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. He saved 19 men before he drowned. Pretty much everything my father did his whole life was about honoring that sacrifice. I was raised to be a good man in a storm. Raised to love my country. To love my family. To protect the things I love. When my father, Colonel Daniel Robbins of the United States Marine Corps, found out I was a lesbian, he said he only had one question. I was expecting, "how fast can you get the hell out of my house?" But instead it was, "are you still the person I raised you to be?" My father believed in country the way you believe in God and my father is not a man who bends but he bent for me because I'm his daughter. I'm a good man in a storm. I love your daughter. And I protect the things I love. Not that I need to. She doesn't need it. She's strong, and caring, and honorable. She's who you raised her to be.
“The Language of Love”  Negan x Reader

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Negan x Reader

Request: Can I request a Negan one? Where the reader grew up in France but moved to the US when she was young, but kept her French accent/French as her first language. And she gets taken as prisoner by Negan, but he treats her really well because he’s attracted to her. But one day he just pisses the reader off and she starts to cuss him out in French, and it turns Negan on a lot. And it leads to smut?

Warnings: Smut (oral receiving and giving, no actual penetration), swearing, language kink, I think Negan in general should just be a warning, dom! Negan

a/n: this was a request from someone who messaged me, and I told them I would do it, but I just wanted to point out that I do not speak French. This is all from google translate so I sincerely apologize if anything is not correct!


Originally posted by wildling-heart

Growing up in a country that you were not born in was not the easiest of tasks you have ever had to do. You were originally born in France in a small town just outside Paris, and you lived there until you were thirteen. You loved it there, and once your parents told you that you were moving to the United States (Georgia, in particular), you were not pleased.

You grew to enjoy living here, and everyone was nice to you. The only real problem was the language barrier. You knew minimal English at first, and your French accent was thick. Of course, the other students loved it, but it made it hard for them to understand you, especially when you only knew a few basic words.

As you got older, English became second nature to you, and you barely spoke French anymore. Especially now that it was the apocalypse, none of your French-speaking family was alive anymore, and no one in your group could speak it. You tended to keep that side of you separate from your life now. Life now was different, and you treated it that way. You wanted to put your old self behind and become someone who would survive out here, and dwelling on the past wouldn’t help that.

The only time that you ever spoke French was when you were mad. Oh, man, when you were mad, it came out without you being able to control.

Baisez-vous, je ne vous dis rien!” You spit at the man in front of you. He calls himself Negan, although you’re sure that can’t be his real name. You figure it’s probably a fake name, like what the Governor used. He’s attractive, you’ll admit. The way he carries himself, his beard, just in face in general… Damn. But he was not a good guy. You’ll never let his attractiveness get to you. “Éloigne-toi de moi!”

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Future generations may mark today as one of the truly dark days in American history, a history that may soon take an even more ominous turn.

President Trump’s sudden firing of FBI Director James Comey is a matter that should deeply concern every American, regardless of party, partisan politics or ideological leanings.

The independence of our law enforcement is at the bedrock of our democracy. That independance, already grievously shaken under the brief tenure of Attorney General Jeff Sessions, is now shattered by uncertainty.

The firing of an FBI Director is always a very serious matter in normal times. But these times aren’t normal. Far from it. The Bureau is engaged in one of the most important and perilous investigations of this or any other presidency—the investigation of connections between the Trump election campaign and the Russian government.

The questions mount and the shadow grows darker. What were those connections? What did Mr. Trump know about them and when did he know it? How can the President explain the serious allegations against his former National Security Advisor Michael Flynn? And what is President Trump hiding in this regard? It’s imperative that the nation—We The People—get answers to those questions. It will take time, but the process must start now.

A politicized FBI is the last thing we need as we struggle through the maze of lies, concealment and ever-deepening mysteries. The last time a President fired prosecutors who were investigating him was Richard Nixon during the widespread criminal conspiracy known for short as “Watergate.” We all know how that turned out. In real ways, this potential scandal and coverup are much graver. We are talking about the very security of the United States and the sanctity of our republic.

Thomas Paine famously wrote in 1776: “These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. ”

I see this as having the potential for a similar reflection point in our American story. If there is a cover up, if our nation is at the risk that has certainly been more than suggested, it is incumbent upon everyone who claims to love this nation to demand answers.

We need a special prosecutor. We need an independent investigation. There is, obviously, much we don’t know about what has just happened, why it happened and why now. Just as obviously there is much more, so much more that we need know. We need to damn the lies and expose the truth.

- Dan Rather

This world. This world is fucked up.

Hi,  for those of you who don’t know me, which is almost everyone who will ever read this, I’m Jasmine. I’m a 17 year old teenage girl who, today, woke up to the news that her country was attacked, twice. I live in the United States, it’s been almost a year since I’ve moved here, I was born here but moved away when I was young. I’m Iranian, no I wasn’t born there or raised in the country but that is my nationality, it’s what identify with. My parents were both born and raised in Iran, so those culture and traditions are very important to our family. We visit Iran multiple times a year, we owned a house in Tehran, we have loved ones all around the country and memories in every corner. So, imagine the panic, devastation and angry that went through me when I was made aware of this attack. 

Unfortunately, attacks have become common, normal almost. Within the last month both Manchester and London were attacked, and now, Tehran. The difference is, EVERYONE knew of the other attacks, from my friends texting me if I had heard of what happened, to politicians releasing statements, celebrities tweeting and posting about it, it was everywhere, as it should be. I want to make one thing clear before I continue, I believe and support the things I previously mentioned, I myself participated in bringing awareness to those tragic events and prayed for all those harmed and effected.    

I saw ONE post about the Tehran attack, one. It was a snapchat post from an Iranian friend of mine. That is the only post I saw about the event. From all these social media outlets and the thousands of people in which I follow and see, I only saw ONE post. The first thing I did was, got out of bed and went to ask my mum if everyone, from the hundreds of people we know and love in Iran, were okay. When these attacks happened in other countries, everyone was talking about it, my feed on every single social media was filled with post and statements of the unfortunate events. For the first time, I had to search up the event, it’s not trending, people aren’t talking about it, it’s not head lining news like the rest were, it’s just not important. 

Now, Iran is not the only country that has been neglected, I have spoken about this with people before, there are certain countries that others just don’t give a damn about. Places like Turkey which has been attacked multiple times, Syria which is in an internal war and only at times do we shed light on the severity of the issue. I went online to educate myself on what’s going on in more depth, the things I found, absolutely disgusting. People didn’t care, some were happy and said that Iran deserved it, one person went as far as to say “Couldn’t care less if they were all blown up. Terrorist attacking terrorist. I’ll sit back with my popcorn and laugh all the time”, ARE YOU KIDDING ME. THIS IS SOCIETY. Our world has turned in to a pathetic, disgusting, divided nation, that only unites when it looks good. 

I’ve stood by and prayed for every country that has been attacked, our country doesn’t get that same love. My friends texted me after Manchester saying, “did you hear what happened?”. Today, only one friend had asked me if I had heard and if everyone I knew was okay, only one. People who know where I am from, who have seen my post about the attack haven’t shown support, haven’t asked if anything happened, if those I love are okay, if any human being is okay. 

I don’t blame everyone for not being aware, it is the medias duty to raise equal awareness. I’m not mad anymore, I’m disappointed in humanity, for multiple reasons, from the attackers who are regularly doing this, to people who are neglecting a country in their time of need. 

If you took nothing from everything I have said today, take this. A country is not it’s government, a country is not it’s politics, a country is not it’s mistakes. A country is it’s culture, it’s traditions, the people, the history, the sights, the generations of life and the spirit of it’s soul. 

2 attacks, one day, 12 killed, around 40 injured and almost zero awareness. 

I'm a Proud American, but It's Time to Start Planning to Leave

Ever since Donald Trump was elected President of the United States on November 8, 2016, my wife has been asking me if it’s time to leave the county. My answer has always been the same. “No sweetheart,” I’d say, “This is not the time to leave. This is the time to fight for what’s right. This is the time to stand up for and protect those who won’t have it as easy as us-African-Americans, legal and undocumented immigrants, Muslims, the LGBTQ community.” I gave the same exact response every time my wife asked. Until today. Today my wife challenged me once again with the question she has floated so many times before, and I thought deeply for a moment before responding, “You know what, honey? I believe it’s time we started coming up with an exit plan.”

What’s changed, you ask? Well, all sorts of things since Trump was sworn in as president on January 20th of this year, none of them good. For one thing, the population of this country has become increasingly divided, to the point where the idea of a second civil war isn’t entirely out of the question. Read the comments on any post from Breitbart News, the new conservative heir to Fox News, and you will find wildly seething anger and resentment. The Trump supporters there genuinely despise liberals and everything they stand for. The vicious, hateful comments are filled with increasing calls to violence and constant reminders that the right-wingers possess the majority of the guns and the willingness to use them. Conversely, the responses to articles from any of the left-leaning news sites are filled with snark and sarcasm about the intelligence (of lack thereof) displayed by those from the other end of the political spectrum. Increasingly, we live in two totally different countries, with two completely different accepted realities.

The other thing is the increasing demonization of the press and the abandonment of what were previously cherished democratic norms. Our president is fond of labeling both print and television news media “fake news” and has famously referred to them as “the enemies of America”. Other talking heads have taken up that chant, to the point that it is widely believed by those on the right that previously revered sources such as CNN, the New York Times and the Washington Post are lying to us and are not to be trusted. In fact, this thinking goes, the only sources that are to be believed are President Trump himself and those that unquestioningly parrot his talking points.

The turning point, I believe, came this week with what might very well turn out to be one of the pivotal moments in American history. On the eve of the special election to fill Montana’s open congressional seat, Ben Jacobs, a reporter for the British newspaper, the Gaurdian, had the audacity to ask Republican candidate, Greg Gianforte, his feelings on the new health care bill, designed to replace Obamacare, that had just passed in the House of Representatives and was now being considered in the Senate. Gianforte’s unbelievable response was to charge Jacobs, smashing him to the ground and breaking his glasses. As awful as this was, the worst part was the aftermath that followed. Commentators on the right bent over backwards to excuse Gianforte’s behavior, claiming that the reporter somehow deserved to be assaulted for doing his job or that Jacobs was less than manly because he refrained from assaulting Gianforte in return. Rarely was there an acknowledgment that the candidate had committed a crime and in so doing had badly crossed a line that has protected press in this country for generations. Then, thousands of dollars in online contributions began to pour into the Gianforte campaign. It became obvious that many viewed his criminal aggression as a positive rather than a drawback. The following day, Gianforte won the election against his Democratic opponent, sending the message loud and clear that once unthinkable behavior was now to be rewarded. The very next day, while signing a gun bill, the Governor of Texas, Greg Abbott, joked about starting to have reporters shot. Let me say that again so it sinks in. Two days after a reporter was beaten up without consequences, the Governor of Texas made light of the idea of having them murdered.

I feel that this could be only the beginning. I sincerely hope I’m wrong, but as I said earlier, I am worried that this is a moment in our history that we will look back on with increasing horror and regret. We may be turning the corner towards on uglier, less forgiving country, where the idea of violence towards upstanding members of our society who are merely going about their day to day jobs is no longer unthinkable. We’ve witnessed these same small, irrevocable steps towards totalitarianism in other many other countries and I’m afraid to say, I think we’re watching it here.

I am a decent, patriotic American who has always loved his country. There are millions more like me who want nothing more than to see the best for these United States. I hate to say it, but I believe all of us who care about the rule of law; who care about freedom and compassion for our fellow woman and man, need to start preparing our escape.

Many people have been asking me, “Why are you a Nationalist?” Let’s Find out...

What makes us Nationalists is the idea that our country and her people are more important than just selling it out for money or profit for globalism. Nationalism itself as the definition says:   

Nationalism is a complex, multidimensional concept involving a shared communal identification with one’s nation. It is a political ideology oriented towards gaining and maintaining self-governance, or full sovereignty, over a territory of historical significance to the group (such as its homeland). Nationalism therefore holds that a nation should govern itself, free from unwanted outside interference, and is linked to the concept of self-determination. Nationalism is further oriented towards developing and maintaining a national identity based on shared characteristics such as culture, language, race, religion, political goals and/or a belief in a common ancestry.[1][2] Nationalism therefore seeks to preserve the nation’s culture. It often also involves a sense of pride in the nation’s achievements, and is closely linked to the concept of patriotism. In these terms, nationalism can be positive or negative.

So what makes myself a Nationalist in Particular? For the sake of my country, family, and its inheritance to the country and her people. Nationalism however has nothing to do with hatred towards other countries, like Canada, Germany, Britain, France, Mexico, Russia, everyone one of those countries would have a strong sense of Nationalism and Patriotism, that is what makes us Nationalists for the sake of our own people and national sovereignty and independence.

Sure the Nazis where nationalists as well during WWII, but don’t forget that FDR, Churchill, and Stalin were also Nationalists during the time of War.

We as Nationalists have a desire to fight for the interests of our sovereign nation and for its people in that Nation rather than global or one world interests which could lead to globalist tyranny. The bad thing about globalism is that the idea is that every country should open its borders to all nations rather than defending it, like a house being left open wide for strangers to come.

There is nothing wrong at all to be a Nationalist, it’s just someone like Hitler or Stalin could end up using it the wrong way just for world domination or globalist interest which could lead to destruction upon other nations. My point is to acknowledge that nationalism is not as bad as it seems to be, but globalism is a bad thing in particular, just as bad as Communism, Fascism, or Nazism, or any forms of tyrannical regimes.

I as an American Nationalist would fight for the interests of and for the American people and put my own country first and defend our borders rather than fight for another country’s civil wars like in Syria. I will also want to put my countrymen first as well because our forefathers fought and died to preserve this land from globalist affairs, same with my great grandfathers, grandfathers, and our fathers, and any other generations who would love to defend this country as much as I do. That is what makes myself a Nationalist, and I am proud to be one, just as I am proud to be An American!

That’s all I wanted to say. In other words…

Semper Fi!

Originally posted by usahellyeah

With all the crazy stuff going on about Trump’s insane executive orders I thought I might just give some of my own input.

Of course, I was already shocked when I heard about the “Muslim ban”. But my cousin, a conservator at a museum who is rather well known in the art world, called recently because she was so distraught.

So many art conservators and people who are very important to her job are now either banned from entering the United States or can’t return home and be able to come back. So many people can’t come here and bring their knowledge. So many people can’t come and bring their art. The United States has now completely ostracized itself from the art world because we won’t be able to hold museum conferences unless we exclude all the representatives from Islamic countries.

Isn’t that horrible? It hurts so bad. I absolutely love art, and I love all art - and I love Islamic art too. And it hurts so horribly that idiot Donald Trump hasn’t really considered the implications of his rash decisions. And of course, this is only one effect … it hurts so bad that we exclude so many people - not to mention all the refugees and immigrants who seek refuge here from their countries at war, but also the people who help to expand our knowledge and promote beauty. It hurts.

We have to change it.

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Name: Layton
Age: 17
Country: United States

I am an old soul who loves movies and music. I love the movies that make you think deeper than the surface. my favorite bands/ artist are The Front Bottoms, and Mac Demarco but my music taste is everywhere. but i can not stand new country. I am just getting into reading Stephan King and old classics people hate reading in high school. I also hate high school a lot. I really just want to meet new people through snail mail and be told stories and have discussions about the world, music, politics, books and other interesting things. I love learning. This was all over the place I’m sorry.

Preferences: anyone who’s 15-25 is great but im really open to anyone.

mecha-faggot  asked:

And what exactly is wrong with being a nationalist?

Nationalism is focused on isolationism and viewing a nation as having merit instead of the people in it. Hitler’s Germany was great /just because/ it was Germany. The people who lived there were great /just because/ they were Germans. There own merits had nothing to do with it. This is in stark contrast to patriotism, where one loves the ideas that their country stands for and is eager to share those ideas and work in cooperation with other countries supporting similar ideas. The idea of liberty and justice is not just an “American” idea. It is open to anyone. Anyone can immigrate to the United States (legally) and enjoy the same rights as someone who was born here. Being an American is not something in your bloodline, it’s a philosophy for a wide variety of people.

Star Spangled Gal Pt. Two

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Steve Rogers X Reader

Inspired from a post by  @sebastianismydistraction &  @theartofimagining13

Imagine: Catching Steve Rogers’ eye and meeting him at the Captain America museum exhibit where you work and dress up as the 1940′s showgirls.


“So they said you were a Cap expert.” Tony Stark smirked. “What exactly qualifies you as an expert? I mean isn’t it basically your job to know all this stuff?”

“Tony!” Col. Rhodes scolded his friend.

“[Y/N] really is an expert!” Lilly jumped to your defense. “When we first started, they gave us little cards of information to memorize. Most of us can barely parrot it back, but [Y/N] is incredible! She did all kind of research. She went and bought actual biographies and everything!”

“You probably know more about me than I do.” Captain Rogers smiled.

“I’m sure that’s not true.” You felt your cheeks grow warm from embarrassment. “But that’s enough about me. We’re here to talk about you, Captain. We usually start our tour here, at our model recruitment station.” You walked the small counter with cardboard cut outs that was designed to replicate a1940’s style pop-up recruitment station. “Stations like this were set up all across the country to help recruit new soldiers. It was at locations just like the one we have set up here that Captain Rogers attempted to join the United States Army more than twelve times…”

“I’m sorry.” Sam Wilson interrupted you. “Is this as weird for everyone else as it is me? No offense, [Y/N], or Lilly. You both seem like lovely ladies, but why don’t we let Steve and Bucky lead the tour? I mean they’re the ones who actually lived this.” Everyone looked to the Captain and his best friend.

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Robert Francis Kennedy ● (November 20, 1925 - June 6, 1968)

What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence and lawlessness, but is love, and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or whether they be black.”

ID #34108

Name: Vi
Age: 16
Country: United States

Hi!
I’m looking for a pen pal from another country who I can talk to. About anything really.
I love to draw and paint, I listen to almost all music, I wish I knew how to dance, I love chocolate, Netflix is amazing, rain is magical, I love to read, my favorite color is purple, red pandas are adorable, and I am an INFJ.
So those are some interesting things about me, and I hope you’ll want to know more and be my pen pal!

Preferences:
Someone from another country, preferably
Between the ages of 14-18

In 1960, seven years before this movie was released, (Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, 1967), a black economics student named Barack Obama and a white anthropology student named Ann Dunham met, fell in love, and got married. Like the characters of John and Joey in this movie, Barack and Ann were an interracial couple who met at the University of Hawaii during an era when interracial relationships and marriages were still taboo or even illegal in many parts of the country. In 2008, the child that Barack and Ann Obama had together did indeed become President of the United States.