peace campaign

Jane “bestie of Lily Tomlin for decades - longstanding supporter of feminism - taught dance at age 15 - supported the Black Panthers in the 1970s - breast cancer survivor - critic of oil developments - supported Alcatraz Island in 1969 - protested against the Iraq war - recovering bulimic - mentored the first trans cast of ‘The Vagina Monologues’ in 2004 - helped fund the Indochina Peace Campaign in 1972 - survivor of rape and childhood sexual abuse - opposed the North Dakota pipeline in 2017 - co-founded Women’s Media Center with Gloria Steinem and Robin Morgan - works on a show actively promoting healthy female sexuality and masturbation for older women - marched through Ciudad Juárez to urge Mexico to pump resources into investigating hundreds of women’s murders - established the Jane Fonda Center for Adolescent Reproductive Health in 2001 - marched in 2015 to raise awareness about climate change - anti-Vietnam war peace protestor - kissed another woman in a film at the age of 76 - supported Native Americans in 1970 to secure base land that was going to be turned into a park - lost her mother at age 12 to suicide - demonstrated against Israel’s occupation of the Gaza strip in 2002 and is for the two-state solution - still has it at 79 years old - sells merch of her own mugshot - gives exactly zero fucks” Fonda is a fucking badass and is my HERO. She is so much more than leg warmers and fitness videos. 

Her actions aren’t always perfect - no one is completely unproblematic - but her activism and spirit give me hope that we aren’t all completely in the fucking gutter. I will fight you if you come after her.


Jewish And Arab People Posing Together Online, ‘Refusing To Be Enemies’

In the midst of news about the ongoing Israeli-Palestinian conflict, some people are posting photos online for an international social media campaign on Facebook and Twitter, with the hashtag, #JewsAndArabsRefuseToBeEnemies. 

I lost in spirit but won in strength

Of course, being the natural born tank/fighter of the group, everyone in the group ropes me into their fights to finish it for them. The bard especially, but this time wasn’t his fault, since he was off gathering information from townsfolk at the time. Homebrew bansky DM wanted to make sure we were “on our toes” during the peaceful parts of the campaign by pitting us against some hoodlums that were heckling the party’s halfling monk. When he really needed help, I was the first pick to go after the gang.

I had REALLY good stats, but there was one stat the DM told me these hoodlums had that was higher than mine and I IMMEDIATELY knew what it was. The party laughed, I croaked in anger, and I looked back at my sheet and my low Charisma stat.

Everyone else, even the bard, had a higher charisma than I did. I wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. I looked cuddly and cute for a brutal fighting machine. “What’s this poor grizzly cub going to do, paw at me?” one of the hoodlums spoke. The halfling monk gave me his staff and told me to roll, I follow along, and lo and behold I get a nat 1. The DM figures that I was supposedly trying to break the staff in half with my bare hands, but I end up just tossing the staff on the ground in rage. “Aw, the big fluffy guy’s gone a bit grumpy?” one of the hoodlums replied. “What’s he gonna do, hug me to death?”

Just then and there, DM Punk gave me a slip of paper and gives me my signal to read it silently and follow directions (two blinks and a frown,) the paper said to roll a D20 on the table. When I go to grab my dice someone asked why I was going to roll and I just laughed, and proceeded to roll a nat 20. I break the spinal cord and crush the lungs and heart of the hoodlum, instantly knocking him out cold.

I literally hugged the hoodlum to death. Story of the not-so-gentle-giant and his low charisma stat.


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The Last Light: Prologue

Summary: You were a senator from the wealthy planet of Naiadphae; where the rich spent their money enjoying the peaceful underwater kingdom and its outstanding flora. Your coworkers respected you for your peaceful ideals and humanitarian campaigns. What they didn’t know was that you, senator Anahita Ogym, were their presumed dead princess. By hiding your gruesome scars under the adorned masks Naiadphae’s elite liked to use and suppressing you Force sensitive abilities, you managed to fool the First Order’s spies and remain alive.

Will your planet’s alliance to the First Order ruin your fragile façade?

Notes: The first chapter! Kylo won’t make an appearance for a while, but have patience.

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The Last Light: Chapter 1

Summary: You were a senator from the wealthy planet of Naiadphae; where the rich spent their money enjoying the peaceful underwater kingdom and its outstanding flora. Your coworkers respected you for your peaceful ideals and humanitarian campaigns. What they didn’t know was that you, senator Anahita Ogym, were their presumed dead princess. By hiding your gruesome scars under the adorned masks Naiadphae’s elite liked to use and suppressing you Force sensitive abilities, you managed to fool the First Order’s spies and remain alive.

Will your planet’s alliance to the First Order ruin your fragile façade?

Notes: Kylo isn’t here yet =(

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The 2017 French Election: A Foreigner's Guide

Here is a list of our 11 candidates, in alphabetical order.

Nathalie Arthaud : revolutionary left. Teacher of economics. She has no program because she doesn’t want to govern: all she wants is a worker’s revolution.

François Asselineau : wants the Frexit. Can quote you by heart any article of the EU treaties. Has no other program because everything else can wait until we are sovereign. Right-wing complotist.

Jacques Cheminade : weirdo. No one knows how he got here. Wants to go to space. Left-wing complotist.

Nicolas Dupont-Aignant : right-wing. Wants the Frexit. Kind of whiny.

François Fillon : catholic homophobic misogynist right-wing. Spreads fear about terrorism and islam to progress. Wants to be friends with Putin. Currently involved in many affairs (fictively employed his whole family, has strangely generous friends, is paid by private companies) and even has a lawsuit against him. Needs to give back the money.

Benoît Hamon : left-wing socialist. Couldn’t find his place in the election because his program is too similar to Mélenchon’s (except for international policy) but the majority of his party abandoned him for Macron. Used to advocate for a basic income but has reduced his proposal to a kind of welfare. Girls tend to find him cute.

Jean Lassalle : terrible South-West accent. Rural centrist. You gotta laugh at him.

Marine Le Pen : extreme right. Xenophobic and islamophobic. Has tried to freshen her image by pretending to have a social policy and to like Jews and homosexuals. Frighteningly, it has worked somewhat. Also has a lawsuit against her for fictive employment in the European Parliament. Shark smile. Pals with Putin. Goes to nazi balls. Many skinhead friends.

Emmanuel Macron : neoliberalist ex-banker. Tries to present himself as a “revolution” or renewal in French politics even though he’s the heir of current president Hollande and was his minister of Economics and passed awful laws. Nobody knew him a year ago but all the mainstream media figured out it was in their interest to advertise for him. Also people like him because he’s young and a pretty boy.

Jean-Luc Mélenchon : ecosocialist. Used to be angry but now sounds more like a wise teacher. Wants a more democratic Constitution, to save the environment and to help the poor. Wants to renegotiate EU treaties to remove austerity (possible Frexit if failure) and to fight for peace. The most inventive campaign. Youtuber. Supported by Podemos and Bernie Sanders’ team.

Philippe Poutou : revolutionary left, but with more of a program than Arthaud. Speaks his mind and people love him for that. Works in a car factory.

1st turn result: Macron and Le Pen are selected for the 2nd turn duel with respectively 23% and 21% of the votes. Fillon and Mélenchon are just behind with 19% each. Two other candidates make small but significant scores, Hamon and Dupont-Aignan with 6 et 5%. Other candidates obtain between 0.2 and 1.2%.

So. A lot of French are pissed at having to choose between neoliberalism and the devil. Trample the poor or trample the racialised, the migrants, the foreigners. Just lovely.

But ultimately, what was striking in this election was the impact of the mainstream media. The first candidate was basically created by the media, he would have remained nearly anonymous without them. The second serves usually as a repellent to make anyone elected rather than her, and the media cater disproportionately to her favourite themes: insecurity, terrorism, islam, mechanically contributing to her rise.

Oh - incidentally, almost all mainstream media in France are controlled by billionaires.

The Last Light: Chapter 4

Summary: You were a senator from the wealthy planet of Naiadphae; where the rich spent their money enjoying the peaceful underwater kingdom and its outstanding flora. Your coworkers respected you for your peaceful ideals and humanitarian campaigns. What they didn’t know was that you, senator Anahita Ogym, were their presumed dead princess. By hiding your gruesome scars under the adorned masks Naiadphae’s elite liked to use and suppressing you Force sensitive abilities, you managed to fool the First Order’s spies and remain alive.

Will your planet’s alliance to the First Order ruin your fragile façade?

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Royalty Meme ♛ [1/10] Historical Monarchs
↳ Ramses II (also spelled Rameses or Ramesses; Greek: Ozymandias)

Ramses II was the son of Seti I and was Seti’s co-ruler from 1279 B.C.E., ultimately becoming the third pharaoh of Egypt’s Nineteenth Dynasty. During his long and extraordinary reign, Ramses initiated huge restoration and construction projects throughout Egypt and Nubia. He established a new capital, Pi-Ramesses, and built, among others, two famous temple complexes at Abu Simbel and another in Thebes, called the “Ramesseum” by Egyptologists. He also had a magnificent tomb constructed for his favorite wife, Nefertari.

Ramses also led a number of military campaigns, namely against the Hittite Empire in Canaan and Syria. The most famous of these ended in the nearly-disastrous Battle of Kadesh, which Ramses turned from a certain defeat into a stalemate. He returned to Egypt as a war hero. Eventually, the Egyptians and Hittites drew up the world’s first surviving peace treaty. No further campaigns in Canaan were recorded during Ramses’ reign.

Ramses had over two hundred consorts and concubines; with them, he had some ninety-six sons and sixty daughters. He lived for over ninety years, making him virtually immortal in the eyes of many of his subjects who had never known another pharaoh and outliving at least thirteen of his heirs. His reign lasted for an unprecedented sixty-six years. When he died in 1213 B.C.E., he left the Egyptian Empire wealthy and powerful. He was remembered by his successors as their “Great Ancestor." 

His mummy was discovered in the Valley of the Kings and is today displayed in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo.


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HahaHA as if the hiddletoxics would have EVER let them live in peace. They were campaigning for taylor to stay away from the emmys, sending death threats to them and their families, and emailing gossip rags all sorts of fabricated stories to try and break them up. Tom was great but I am actually relieved she got out of that one.

And the thing is, Taylor was on break and trying to spend as much time with Tom. She went to Australia to be with him and then was just stuck there doing nothing. All she had was time to think, and while I think Tom was supportive, I don’t know that he really ever could understand. He was working, he had things to help take his mind off of everything, he essentially had an escape on a daily basis that helped him get his emotions out. What did Taylor have? Yes, she could be writing, but she didn’t have a support system outside of Tom at the time. 

How European History is whitewashed : The Dark Side of Winston Churchill

Winston Churchill is rightly remembered for leading Britain through her finest hour – but what if he also led the country through her most shameful hour? What if, in addition to rousing a nation to save the world from the Nazis, he fought for a raw white supremacism and a concentration camp network of his own? This question burns through Richard Toye’s new history, Churchill’s Empire, and is even seeping into the Oval Office.

George W Bush left a bust of Churchill near his desk in the White House, in an attempt to associate himself with the war leader’s heroic stand against fascism. Barack Obama had it returned to Britain. It’s not hard to guess why: his Kenyan grandfather, Hussein Onyango Obama, was imprisoned without trial for two years and was tortured on Churchill’s watch, for resisting Churchill’s empire.

Can these clashing Churchills be reconciled? Do we live, at the same time, in the world he helped to save, and the world he helped to trash? Toye, one of Britain’s smartest young historians, has tried to pick through these questions dispassionately – and he should lead us, at last and at least, to a more mature conversation about our greatest national icon.

Churchill was born in 1874 into a Britain that was washing the map pink, at the cost of washing distant nations blood red. Victoria had just been crowned Empress of India, and the scramble for Africa was only a few years away. At Harrow School and then Sandhurst, he was told a simple story: the superior white man was conquering the primitive, dark-skinned natives, and bringing them the benefits of civilisation. As soon as he could, Churchill charged off to take his part in “a lot of jolly little wars against barbarous peoples”. In the Swat valley, now part of Pakistan, he experienced, fleetingly, a crack of doubt. He realised that the local population was fighting back because of “the presence of British troops in lands the local people considered their own,” just as Britain would if she were invaded. But Churchill soon suppressed this thought, deciding instead they were merely deranged jihadists whose violence was explained by a “strong aboriginal propensity to kill”.

He gladly took part in raids that laid waste to whole valleys, destroying houses and burning crops. He then sped off to help reconquer the Sudan, where he bragged that he personally shot at least three “savages”.

The young Churchill charged through imperial atrocities, defending each in turn. When concentration camps were built in South Africa, for white Boers, he said they produced “the minimum of suffering”. The death toll was almost 28,000, and when at least 115,000 black Africans were likewise swept into British camps, where 14,000 died, he wrote only of his “irritation that Kaffirs should be allowed to fire on white men”. Later, he boasted of his experiences there: “That was before war degenerated. It was great fun galloping about.”

Then as an MP he demanded a rolling programme of more conquests, based on his belief that “the Aryan stock is bound to triumph”. There seems to have been an odd cognitive dissonance in his view of the “natives”. In some of his private correspondence, he appears to really believe they are helpless children who will “willingly, naturally, gratefully include themselves within the golden circle of an ancient crown”.

But when they defied this script, Churchill demanded they be crushed with extreme force. As Colonial Secretary in the 1920s, he unleashed the notorious Black and Tan thugs on Ireland’s Catholic civilians, and when the Kurds rebelled against British rule, he said: “I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against uncivilised tribes…[It] would spread a lively terror.”

Of course, it’s easy to dismiss any criticism of these actions as anachronistic. Didn’t everybody think that way then? One of the most striking findings of Toye’s research is that they really didn’t: even at the time, Churchill was seen as at the most brutal and brutish end of the British imperialist spectrum. Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin was warned by Cabinet colleagues not to appoint him because his views were so antedeluvian. Even his startled doctor, Lord Moran, said of other races: “Winston thinks only of the colour of their skin.”

Many of his colleagues thought Churchill was driven by a deep loathing of democracy for anyone other than the British and a tiny clique of supposedly superior races. This was clearest in his attitude to India. When Mahatma Gandhi launched his campaign of peaceful resistance, Churchill raged that he “ought to be lain bound hand and foot at the gates of Delhi, and then trampled on by an enormous elephant with the new Viceroy seated on its back.” As the resistance swelled, he announced: “I hate Indians. They are a beastly people with a beastly religion.” This hatred killed. To give just one, major, example, in 1943 a famine broke out in Bengal, caused – as the Nobel Prize-winning economist Amartya Sen has proved – by the imperial policies of the British. Up to 3 million people starved to death while British officials begged Churchill to direct food supplies to the region. He bluntly refused. He raged that it was their own fault for “breeding like rabbits”. At other times, he said the plague was “merrily” culling the population.

Skeletal, half-dead people were streaming into the cities and dying on the streets, but Churchill – to the astonishment of his staff – had only jeers for them. This rather undermines the claims that Churchill’s imperialism was motivated only by an altruistic desire to elevate the putatively lower races.

Hussein Onyango Obama is unusual among Churchill’s victims only in one respect: his story has been rescued from the slipstream of history, because his grandson ended up as President of the US. Churchill believed that Kenya’s fertile highlands should be the preserve of the white settlers, and approved the clearing out of the local “blackamoors”. He saw the local Kikuyu as “brutish children”. When they rebelled under Churchill’s post-war premiership, some 150,000 of them were forced at gunpoint into detention camps – later dubbed “Britain’s gulag” by Pulitzer-prize winning historian, Professor Caroline Elkins. She studied the detention camps for five years for her remarkable book Britain’s Gulag: The Brutal End of Empire in Kenya, explains the tactics adopted under Churchill to crush the local drive for independence. “Electric shock was widely used, as well as cigarettes and fire,” she writes. “The screening teams whipped, shot, burned, and mutilated Mau Mau suspects.” Hussein Onyango Obama never truly recovered from the torture he endured.

Many of the wounds Churchill inflicted have still not healed: you can find them on the front pages any day of the week. He is the man who invented Iraq, locking together three conflicting peoples behind arbitrary borders that have been bleeding ever since. He is the Colonial Secretary who offered the Over-Promised Land to both the Jews and the Arabs – although he seems to have privately felt racist contempt for both. He jeered at the Palestinians as “barbaric hoards who ate little but camel dung,” while he was appalled that the Israelis “take it for granted that the local population will be cleared out to suit their convenience”.

True, occasionally Churchill did become queasy about some of the most extreme acts of the Empire. He fretted at the slaughter of women and children, and cavilled at the Amritsar massacre of 1919. Toye tries to present these doubts as evidence of moderation – yet they almost never seem to have led Churchill to change his actions. If you are determined to rule people by force against their will, you can hardly be surprised when atrocities occur. Rule Britannia would inexorably produce a Cruel Britannia.

So how can the two be reconciled? Was Churchill’s moral opposition to Nazism a charade, masking the fact he was merely trying to defend the British Empire from a rival?

The US civil rights leader Richard B. Moore, quoted by Toye, said it was “a rare and fortunate coincidence” that at that moment “the vital interests of the British Empire [coincided] with those of the great overwhelming majority of mankind”. But this might be too soft in its praise. If Churchill had only been interested in saving the Empire, he could probably have cut a deal with Hitler. No: he had a deeper repugnance for Nazism than that. He may have been a thug, but he knew a greater thug when he saw one – and we may owe our freedom today to this wrinkle in history.

This, in turn, led to the great irony of Churchill’s life. In resisting the Nazis, he produced some of the richest prose-poetry in defence of freedom and democracy ever written. It was a cheque he didn’t want black or Asian people to cash – but they refused to accept that the Bank of Justice was empty. As the Ghanaian nationalist Kwame Nkrumah wrote: “All the fair, brave words spoken about freedom that had been broadcast to the four corners of the earth took seed and grew where they had not been intended.” Churchill lived to see democrats across Britain’s dominions and colonies – from nationalist leader Aung San in Burma to Jawarlal Nehru in India – use his own intoxicating words against him.

Ultimately, the words of the great and glorious Churchill who resisted dictatorship overwhelmed the works of the cruel and cramped Churchill who tried to impose it on the darker-skinned peoples of the world. The fact that we now live in a world where a free and independent India is a superpower eclipsing Britain, and a grandson of the Kikuyu “savages” is the most powerful man in the world, is a repudiation of Churchill at his ugliest – and a sweet, ironic victory for Churchill at his best.

Written by Johann Hari ,The Independent UK ©


IMPORTANT NOTE: I’m a body positive activist, which means I’m anti body-shaming, not just anti fat-shaming. Although fat is used both in the literal sense and for my metaphor, SKINNY/THIN IS ONLY USED METAPHORICALLY, by no means am I trying to skinny-shame anyone. A fat girl is any girl who makes her presence known and dares to take up space in a society that claims they have no room for her. Hope you enjoy it.

The with problem fat girls is that

They are so angry

So maybe you’ll bone a fat girl

But you’ll marry the tiny one

She doesn’t have a side of the bed

She has a corner  

She doesn’t take up space 

So it’s easier to own her

The problem with fat girls is that

They are so angry

And maybe it’s got nothing to with categorizing girls as fat and pretty…

But thin girls are nice

And they fit so perfectly on your arm

Instead of walking on their own two feet

You can carry them like a purse

You’re a bracelet, she’s a charm     

The problem with fat girls is that

They are so angry…and loud

Have you ever heard a fat girl walk into a room? 

Her thighs touch

They rub together creating the heat that sparks the fire of a revolution

Every time her feet touch the ground

Each pound settles like a scream

And you all turn around and look  

And you think those screams are a skinny girl trying to get out

When in fact it’s the skinny girl she’s trying to keep in

The skinny girl that enters the room like the wind

And gracefully takes her place in her designate space

But a fat girl has no place

A fat girl decides where and when and how

She’s going to take up space

She’s going to take up space

The problem with fat girls is that

They are so damn angry

Because everyone keeps saying society is a mirror

But society is not her reflection

Society is a projection

Of ages and ages of male-dominated oppression     

That keeps women in their cages

So they can store us where they please

In tiny, dark, cramped spaces 

But a fat girl has the key

And she’s dared to grow out

And she’s dared to speak up

Her rolls jiggle like a shout

While you’re still caught in a bout of anxiety, 

Wondering, trying to figure out

How it got so far out of your control

And where you will put her now

At fat girl is angry     

Because every time she hears you obsessing over the inches of her waist

She hears “Woman, how dare you take up space?”  

Yes she’s fat, she’s wide

Too wide for your narrow mind  

Too wide to hide behind the overbearing shadow of this patriarchal reprise

To wide to fall into the cracks of your fragile male ego 

Too heavy to be the balloon that goes wherever the wind blows

She stepped on the scale and broke the status quo

She’s too fat

Too thick

Too wide

Too heavy

Too angry

To be denied

The pride she’s able to find

In daring to take up space