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I know I probably shouldn’t, but i feel bad for Melania Trump. I have been wrestling with this feeling in silence for a long time. 

She…always looks tense and her eyes are always panicked. She was clearly an  model or escort who probably thought she had landed a permanent meal ticket– to be endured and then left when appropriate. As a sex worker, I know that, i get it, i see it I’ve had it dangled in front of me. But as we all know, Trump is an incredibly controlling and violent man who micromanaged and raped his former wives.  I don’t know that Melania could escape him even if she wanted to. She avoids when he touches her in certain ways, and never looks happy when he kisses her. she looks incredibly nervous when she talks about him and goes stiff if he physically corners her. If they were a completely regular couple on the street, and i saw that body language, I would genuinely be worried about her safety. 

Not a lot of people know a lot about the modeling industry in eastern europe, but a lot of young women use it the way black people from the hood use rap and sports and group funding a single individual’s college education: as a way to escape and elevate themselves economically from an economy that sometimes provides so little options that a Hail Mary chance is worth the shot. When I heard where she was from and heard that she was a model, everything about her clicked into place. (x)(x)(x)

Melania is from slovenia– a small town in slovenia filled with mass graves from WWII. She came here and was working under trump in extremely dubious circumstances. She is uneducated and has extreme difficulty with english- but is in a country for which that is the dominant language. It would not even slightly surprise me if her narrative was that she left her small town, got a modeling job,  started working in america without a visa or anything and was completely at the mercy of her employer, found herself in the HIGHLY unusual and incredibly coercive situation of being plucked from among her fellow models by said employer, and then has been on a rollercoaster going at 190mph ever since. 

None of this is excluding or removing blame of her being complicit in her husband’s empire.And I am not prioritizing her, as an incredibly wealthy woman, over the millions of people trump has hurt and or will hurt….

Its just, every time I see her flinch away from him or i see panic in her eyes, I wonder, for a moment, if she is someone who Trump is hurting too. 

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Vancouver officials boycott Trump Tower grand opening - BBC News
Vancouver's mayor and entire city council skip the luxury hotel's opening.

Vancouver’s new Trump International Hotel and Tower has opened with pomp and protests.

US President Donald Trump’s two adult sons, Donald Jr and Eric, were at the luxury hotel’s grand opening.

About 200 protesters gathered outside the building to chant “dump Trump” before the noon ceremony.

The city’s mayor and city council boycotted the event because of the president’s controversial statements about immigrants.

Steel fences surrounded the downtown property early Tuesday ahead of the ceremony, but that didn’t stop the demonstrations.

The words “hate lives here” were scrawled in chalk outside the CA$360m ($274m/£220m) luxury hotel, and people stuck anti-Trump sticky notes to the outside of the building.

Another protest was scheduled to take place in downtown Vancouver for 1600 local time (midnight GMT).

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First they came for the Muslims, and Jared Kushner said nothing

Dear Jared,

We don’t know each other well, but we’ve met a few times so I figured I’d give this a go. I’m writing to implore you, as President Donald Trump’s son-in-law and a senior adviser, to oppose his immigration executive order. You are one of the few people who has the president’s ear and the power to stop him, or at least register your opposition.

Given your family’s history, part of you must be uncomfortable with this policy.

You’re the grandson of Holocaust survivors. You’ve defended President Trump against charges of anti-Semitism. Your own grandmother warned in an 1982 interview of the dangers of another leader like Hitler rising to power. “For the Jews, the doors were closed,” she said. “Even our good president, Roosevelt — how come he kept the doors so closed for us for such a long time?”

I’m asking you to show leadership at this dangerous moment when history threatens to repeat itself. Trump’s decision to restrict immigration from seven Muslims countries, including all refugees, is an affront to the U.S. Constitution. It goes against who we are as Jews.

As a journalist, I’ve traveled to war-torn Syria, where more than 450,000 Syrians have been killed and over 12 million displaced in the deadliest conflict of this century. I’ve visited refugee camps in Jordan, where 1.3 million refugees have resettled since the start of the civil war in 2011.

I’ve seen the toll of the refugee crisis first hand in countries like Greece. If you step onto the shores of the Greek island of Lesbos, you’ll never look at a refugee the same way again. I still see the haunting images of shivering children piling out of overcrowded dinghies, screaming mothers cradling newborns in their ams, innocent teenagers suffering in agony because they’ve lost their siblings in a bomb attack in Syria and elderly men and women with tears streaming down their faces because they know they will never return home again.

What I learned from being in these places is just how inaccurate media depictions of refugees are. It’s easy — and politically convenient — to paint them as dangerous ISIS sympathizers. But they are fleeing the very same terrorists that America is fighting. Look into their eyes and you’ll see people desperate to escape war and who will do anything to protect their families. They’re charming, funny, witty. They have big dreams of falling in love and making it big in America and Europe. Banning these refugees does not keep America safe. Despite all the blustery rhetoric, no refugee has carried out a major fatal terrorist attack in the United States.

If that doesn’t move you, then consider how similar Syrian refugees’ plight is to what Jewish people faced during the Holocaust. Then, as now, the majority of Americans were opposed to admitting a vulnerable population into the country over fears they posed a national security threat. Anti-Semitism was prevalent, just as Islamophobia is today; polls conducted from August 1940 to June 1945 show that Jews were regarded as the greatest “menace to this country.” Sound familiar?

In 1939, at the height of World War II, 61% of Americans said they opposed legislation that would have admitted 20,000 Jewish refugee children from Germany into the United States. Congress rejected the legislation and cut refugee migration by 75 percent. In one incident that has become emblematic of U.S. policy at the time, 900 Jewish refugees on the MS St. Louis were turned away from the United States because of immigration restrictions. More than 250 of those passengers were later killed after they were sent back to Nazi Germany.

That moment was a major stain on our history. No one would say today that turning away Jews was the right policy.

Yet today, a new Rasmussen poll shows that 57% of voters favor President Trump’s ban on immigrants from Syria, Iraq, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Yemen. Since 2011, slightly more than 18,000 Syrian refugees have been resettled in the U.S, but that’s nowhere close to many of our allies; Germany, for example, took in over 1 million asylum seekers in 2015 alone. Trump has placed a temporary ban on any Syrian refugees coming in and pledged to cut the total number who can be resettled in the future by more than half. Once again today, human lives are at stake. For them, this is a matter of life and death.

I know standing up to Trump is not easy, but doing the right thing takes courage. It’s far easier to score cheap points by demagoguing against Muslims. But being president is not about doing what’s popular or good for business. It’s about showing leadership, and doing what’s moral and just.

Just like you, I grew up hearing the oft-repeated mantra “never again” in my synagogue. Well, it’s happening again. So, I’m asking you to condemn this executive order. Think of your grandmother’s words and what would make her proud. Then use the clout you have to persuade Trump to repeal it.

The country needs you.

Jake

I was at the beach and this really hot guy came up to me and we started flirting so he took me back to his place and we were making out and then he peeled his skin off and underneath was Donald Trump’s son

In the 1930s two psychologists adopted a baby chimp and tried to raise her as their child alongside their real infant son Donald to see if this caused the chimp to learn human behavior. They stopped the experiment after 9 months because their son actually started behaving more like a chimp. source

I’ve seen some really vile comments regarding Barron Trump, so I feel the need to remind everyone to have some empathy. It’s not like Barron asked to be Donald Trump’s son–can you please find it in your heart to separate your feelings about the President from your feelings about his 10 year-old kid? All he probably wants to do is play Minecraft and eat pizza rolls tbh, not dress up in a tuxedo and stand around at boring ceremonies.

You wouldn’t make horrible comments about Sasha and Malia, would you? So can we please treat Barron with the same respect?

The Boy Next Door

Request: Living next door to punk Gerard 😏

Based on this (Listen to it while reading omg)

I remember when the Ways moved next door. It was a week into summer break, already hot as hell. Their moving truck was outside all day, moving furniture in one after the other. They all seemed nice, Donna, Donald, and their son Mikey introduced themselves to all the neighbors. They seemed to fit right in to our cookie cutter neighborhood, white picket fence and family sized, fancy car. That wasn’t until we were awoken to head banging rock music at 1 in the morning. Apparently, 14 year old Mikey wasn’t their only son. Gerard Way was a total mystery to the block, no one ever saw him go in or out of the house. The only real reminder we had that he existed was the constant pack of thugs who entered the house day and night, even having full blown parties when his parents were gone. I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like, or more importantly, how the hell did he turn out like this when the rest of his family was so sophisticated? I went on with my nightly routine, take a shower, brush my teeth, lay out clean clothes for my journey tomorrow, and going to straight to bed. My friends and I have been planning to take a trip to the beach first thing in the morning, hoping to kick off summer right. I set the alarm on my phone to 5:30, beginning to get nervous when I realized it was already 11:00. Just as my mind began to doze off, the static of an amp split into the quiet night. 

There gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you son
So they can watch all the things you do

I groaned as a guitar tuned in. I completely forgot about Gerard.

Because the drugs never work
Their gonna give you a smirk
‘Cause they got methods of keeping you clean

I pressed my pillow against my head, hoping to drowned out the echoing booms of drums.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

“That’s it!” I muttered harshly to myself, dragging myself out of bed and strapping on a robe. I was tired of this, tired of getting no sleep, tired of not being able to study without hearing cars peeling out daily, tired of hearing emo music, tired of everything. Gerard isn’t the only person living on this street and he needs to start respecting everyone else. The music was even louder when I got outside, how could anyone even listen to music this loudly? I banged on he door as loud as I could, noting that Donna and Donald’s cars were both not in the drive way. The music subsided awkwardly, first the vocals and the other beats vanished instantly at their own times, almost as if it was live. The door swung open suddenly, startling me. This was the first time I’ve ever seen Gerard Way. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, maybe crazy long side bangs? Thick eyeliner and white face paint? He had disheveled black hair that almost touched his shoulders and light brownish green eyes. He was wearing a leather jacket, a loose black shirt that presented a band I didn’t know, and the tightest jeans I’ve ever seen on a boy. My face heated up as I took in his appearance. Every girl has a soft spot for bad boys, even if they don’t admit it. And Gerard looked like the human version of my wildest punk fantasies. He brought his cigarette up to his lips, inhaling before rolling the bud to the corner of his mouth. I’ve never wanted to be a cigarette more in my entire life. He eyed me up and down swiftly, cocking an eyebrow up at me. “Can I help you?” His voice was calm, more confused than annoyed. His voice was raspy and low and made me knees buckle.

“H-Hi, i’m y/n. I live next door to you.”

“Ah,” He snapped his fingers, leaning against the door frame,” I’ve seen you around. Your family is the one who gave us that pie when we moved in right?”

“Yeah, that was my mom. She’s determined to be in good terms with all of our neighbors.”

“No offense to your mom, but that’s pretty fucking stupid. Why care what a bunch of old snobs think?” He scoffed.

“Eh, it’s always good to be close with your neighbors. Just in case anything happens.”

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, i’m not very neighborly,” he chuckled, blowing smoke from the other side of his mouth. “Nice to finally meet you though, i’m Gerard. Now…what exactly did you come over here for?” I suddenly felt very embarrassed. What do I say? Turn your music down for once because I can’t sleep?

“Well, you play your music pretty loud…”

“The music? Oh, well…my band has a gig on Sunday and my house is the only one with the practice space.”

“Your band? That was your band?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s just that you sound pretty good for a garage high school band. What do you play?”

“Thanks, and I sing. I can barely play a guitar so I had to learn how to sing.” That was him singing? The voices didn’t peace together in my head at first. He immediately became twenty times hotter, his voice completing the punk bad boy look.

“Wow, you have an awesome voice,” I swooned, hoping I wan’t giving him heart eyes. He smirked and my stomach flipped as he scooted closer to me.

“Well thank you, I drink a shit ton of throat coat and sleep with a humidifier every night to get my voice like that. But anyway, the music is too loud?”

“Yeah, uh, I have to get up early tomorrow and it’s kinda hard to sleep with the music being that loud so can you turn it down a bit? If that’s okay?” I stammered, not wanting to sound like a total buzz kill.

“Nah, it’s fine. I think I know somewhere we can rehearse for tonight.”

“What? No, I don’t want to kick you out of your own house.”

“Really it’s fine, I think my friend Patrick will let us borrow his garage for the night.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“No problem babe,” he winked. Babe, he called me babe. “See you around neighbor,” he smirked, chuckling quietly.

“You too, good night,” I waved as I scurried back to my house. I watched from my window as him and his band loaded up their equipment on the back of someone’s truck, strapping down the drum kit before peeling out into the dark. I smiled softly to myself as I replayed him winking over and over again. I didn’t get much sleep that night, reflecting on our conversation and what I should have said differently. Even when I was able to drift off, my eyes would always snap open as soon as my lips melted into the boy next door’s.

Me: Okay, we’ve crossed the event horizon of weirdness this year, 2016 can definitely not get more bizarre than this

2016: Donald Trump’s pre pubescent son is now the star of a bishounen manga.

Me: GODDAMNIT

Alec Baldwin’s Donald Trump Bids ‘SNL’ Farewell With Some Help From Scarlett Johansson and the Trump Team

As Saturday Night Live closed the book on their most political season in recent memory with a star-studded goodbye featuring Alec Baldwin as Donald Trump on the Studio 8H stage playing Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” on a grand piano.

The moment mirrored the emotional cold open Kate McKinnon delivered just days after Trump won the election, where she, as Hillary Clinton, played the same emotional song as a form of emotional concession.

WATCH: ‘Saturday Night Live’ Opens First Post-Election Show With Hillary Clinton Singing Leonard Cohen’s 'Hallelujah’

McKinnon joined Baldwin’s Trump behind the piano this time as well, only this time she wore the iconic red dress of Kellyanne Conway. Trump and Conway were joined by Mike Pence (Beck Bennett), Melania Trump (Cecily Strong), sons Donald Jr. and Eric (Mikey Day and Alex Moffat), Sarah Huckabee Sanders (Aidy Bryant) and Steve Bannon (played by a cast member dressed as the Grim Reaper).

Scarlett Johansson even made a cameo, reprising her role as Ivanka Trump (whom she portrayed in a fake ad for Complicit Perfume when she hosted earlier this season.) The whole ensemble sang the emotional song together.

MORE: Alec Baldwin’s 13 Funniest 'Saturday Night Live’ Moments

As the performance wrapped up, Trump addressed the audience, maintaining his innocence and declaring that this piano performance wasn’t a concession after a particularly disastrous week in the White House.

“I’m not giving up because I didn’t do anything wrong,” Trump declared. “But I can’t speak for these people.”

Baldwin first donned the Trump makeup and wig when Season 24 kicked off back in October, when he and McKinnon mocked the first presidential debates. Check out the video below for a look back at Baldwin’s first time playing the embattled politician.

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