the constitution of man

anonymous asked:

Can you please tell me what happened the 4th of August 1789 in France?

Night of August 4, 1789 the newly formed National Assembly agreed in the afternoon to issue before a new constitution was written a Declaration of the rights on man. That evening, led by the Dukes of Noailles and Aiguillon, the nobles and clerics agreed to abandon their feudal rights and privileges, including their rights of tax exemption and the tithe tax, bringing about a law that ended “the feudal order.” (x)

He who is different from me does not impoverish me - he enriches me. Our unity is constituted in something higher than ourselves - in Man… For no man seeks to hear his own echo, or to find his reflection in the glass.
—  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Listen, if you don’t like Trump, burning a flag, rioting in the street, screaming at the people who supported him, demonizing anyone who didn’t vote for Hillary, threatening to assassinate him, crying about it, having a panic attack, or killing yourself isn’t going to do jack shit to help anyone.

My advice to you is to get more involved in your local government. Be informed. Get educated about what kind of laws exist and how your vote can change them. The president, not even a president whose party system extends to all three executive branches, has absolute power. The Constitution was made specifically to protect the common man from this kind of thing.

At any rate, don’t lash out at people, don’t throw a hissy fit, and definitely don’t give up! We need more than ever to stand together and get through these next four years.

anonymous asked:

I read that there were four professions in the regency period that were considered gentlemanly and respectable for younger sons to enter: the church, the law, medicine, or the military. Which would you choose and/or like your husband to have?

I haven’t always heard medicine included as a fourth option, but I’ve decided I like it. More commonly I’ve just heard Law, Church, and Army/Navy. Being a solitary and rather unromantic creature, I feel that, on the surface, if I must have a husband, it would be very agreeable to me if he should be away upon his business some of the time–to say nothing of easing the burden of consecutive pregnancies upon my constitution if a man is always at home and never has any reliable methods of family planning apart from keeping to a strict regimen of seperate rooms. So in that regard, the Army or the Navy might be my first choice–however as I believe I should hypothetically at the very least like and respect my spouse, I would not be fond of sending him off into such mortal danger as is likely to occur whilst England is at war.

A doctor or a clergyman could be very learned men, which would make for excellent conversation and company, one hopes–but their incomes would be so dependent upon getting a good living from the preference of some patron, or wealthy patients, which can be difficult to come by. And as, idealistically, one should wish men of the cloth and men of medicine to be most helpful to those who suffer in poverty…well, my wish to do good would continually be at war with my wish to live in comfort and security, I expect.

Which leaves the Law…which is a mixed bag of men who fancy themselves very clever and like to talk a great deal–or worse, men who ARE very clever and like to talk a great deal–and perhaps a very few who are good people. (Hold me, William Garrow.)

All this to say, that if I cannot respectably remain an old maid, but must chose a husband of any of these professions…well, like any spouse, there are advantages and disadvantages to each, and my happiness with any would be entirely a matter of chance.

For myself, I would likely pursue medicine, as it aligns most closely to my present career and interests.


Blackwall - Sebastien Chabal

I did not make this up all on my own. Someone else once came up with this brilliant faceclaim but I adopted it. Wholeheartedly and in an instant. Because it was love at first sight (like with Blackwall himself) and the realization, that from the moment I saw this man, I could never make him unseen to me. 

There are other incredible and wonderful fitting Blackwall faceclaims out there and I can happily accept every single one. Because it is like in books. Every one has their own picture of a person and even Blackwall is kind of already  given to us, it’s a sweet fantasy to come up with a living person and make Blackwall even more real to us.

But what I like with Chabal is just he’s the whole package:

  • Not a youngster anymore (assuming that he and Blackwall might be kind of the same age +- a few years). 
  • Still in an amazing athletic constitution for a huge man of his age.
  • The beard (do we really have to discuss the beard?) - I am going a bit after the ‘Joaquin Phoenix-Theory’ when it comes to Thom Rainier in his younger years but in fact I just want to stay with the beard!
  • A fighter on the sportsfield (for those who don’t know: Sebastien Chabal is a French Rugby-Player) 
  • A wicked sense of humor (go check his Valentine-Comercial)
  • but also I think he has a quiet and reflective side
  • the voice (ok let’s just assume thats orlesian he’s speaking)

Finally I want to apologize to my followers for it is not the first photoset of this kind I’m posting. Forgive me please but I just can’t :)

Actual texts sent between Alexander and Eliza Hamilton

9:30 am

Alexander: Motherfuckin Thomas Jefferson Jesus Christ fuck dude motherfuckin Constitution bullshit Jesus can you fucking believe this shit.

Eliza: I have no idea what we’re talking about right now.

10:15 am

Alexander: God damn created the Constitution then fucking lawyers and shit right fucking Aaron Burr god damn rowing the boat fuck yo shit I can’t even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Thomas Jefferson, babe.

Eliza: Alex, you’re scaring me.

11:15 am

Alexander: Motherfucking Lafayette, Lafayette you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking friend shit Thomas Jefferson. I’m very tired.

Eliza: No problem, hon. I’ll just do most of the talking at the party today.

11:16 am

Alexander:No babe I’ll just talk about the Constitution all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Constitution fuck dude I just supported it a year and a half ago fuck Thomas Jefferson man he fucked over Lafayette crazy Aaron Burr rowing John Adams Or did the music fuck this guy who wrote the constitution I don’t like dying I can’t think of who the fuck wrote the constitution. All I can think is who fucks the guy who wrote the constitution who the fuck wrote the constitution?

1:15 pm


  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: Were you not freaked out with Narnia too? They were literally in another dimension for 15 years, and came back not a minute later in this world. What if they died there? Could someone just throw their corpses back into the wardrobe and it's like nothing happened? If so, they could become ultimate rulers, never dying, always being revived and never aging more than a few minutes. What if they were killed by a knife, or other means of blood shed? Would the wound be null and void by closet standards? What if they were cremated, if someone threw handfuls of ash through the door, what would happen? Would there be dismembered body parts everywhere? And let's not forget to mention Lucy and the first time she went! She met that goat man and left for over 12 hours, if a few minutes constitutes as 15 years, how long is 12 HOURS?! Did this goat man know about the laws of time? Did he wait for years and years, knowing exactly when she'd get back, having tea ready? And if so, why does he not rule the land, he's obviously a genius! Unless he's a time lord, which would make a lot of sense! Is the wardrobe a tardis?! Narnia wasn't explained well enough, and it's really starting to take it's toll, I can't sleep.
Who could have imagined, my friend, a man of your size, your delicate constitution, and your peace would have shone as, and in so little time, in the Champ de Mars, you did. I assure you sir that I am greatly tormented about your health, which has always been very dear to me since the beginning of our acquaintance. I do not know how you can support the difficulty and the hardships of a winter campaign in America. Surely your constitution would never have supported such severity without the assistance of something very extraordinary.

Edward Stevens to Alexander Hamilton, 1778

a man of your size.” lmfao this is the worst thing, stevens is like “damn ham, you’re so fucking fragile and small the only way you could’ve survived the winter campaign is if god literally intervened to save your tiny ass”


Land of the Free

I think this ad campaign is brilliant, the beauty of the First Amendment is that it protects unpopular speech. Plastering the subway with imagery people hate is a great reminder of the freedoms we take for granted. In Nazi Germany or Imperial Japan alternate history tv shows wouldn’t be allowed, and ad campaigns like this wouldn’t exist. Thankfully this is America, where we have the freedom to offend the heck out of each other. 

Because the truth no one ever wants to talk about is that inside we’re all a little fascist, everyone wants to silence or shut up the speech and ideas they don’t like or they find wrong, and that offend them. Right now we live in a time when people can easily hop online and have their every viewpoint validated, and we strike out against anything that offends us. 

 Silence is great, until you’re the one being silenced, and the only way to keep yourself from being silenced is to not give in to the temptation to silence others even if you hate what they are saying.

Safe Harbor AU (Part 1)

Dad!Might + Dad!Aizawa?! -laughs- 

  • The first time Shouta meets Yagi Toshinori, he thought the man was dying and was ready to call the ambulance. 
  • It turns out no, the man really does look like a sickly skeleton all the time and has somewhat of a weak constitution. He was also insanely stubborn Shouta was ready to tie the man up for his own health and safety. What person passes out on the sidewalk? 
  • “Dad!” 
  • Shouta looked down to see a ten year old green haired boy.
  • “Sorry Eraserhead,” the boy said. “Dad didn’t mean to bother you.” 
  • Apparently this was the skeleton man’s son. The boy introduces himself as Izuku and Shouta helps Izuku lead his father (faint from blood loss, honestly how did this man survive?) home. 
  • Shouta left them, thinking he would never see them again. 
  • That was a lie. 
  • The next time was both a nightmare and blessing in disguise. There was no reason why Shouta should be out at this hour. His shift as a Pro-Hero had ended and for once it was a quiet night, no crime reported. 
  • It was a total coincidence that Shouta had turned down the same street the Yagis live on. Just in time to spot someone with a fire quirk set their house on fire. 
  • Shouta flew down the street, activating his Quirk and erasing the criminal’s one. His capturing weapon instantly wrapped around the criminal, hoisting him into the air. Leaving behind the tied up criminal, Shouta, runs to the house where the fire had already spread across the front entrance and into the yard. He notes with horror that smell of gasoline and the fact that front entrance was blocked to prevent escape. 
  • Not giving any other thought, Shouta breaks a window, darts inside to scoop up both Izuku and Toshinori. 
  • Later, after the firemen and police have been called, after the fire has been put out (but far too late to actually save the house…), at the hospital where Shouta is getting his arms treated for the burns and they’re observing the three of them for smoke inhalation. 
  • “Thank you,” Toshinori said to him. Izuku is curled around him, sleeping. 
  • “You welcome,” Shouta said. “Any idea why someone would try to kill you and Izuku?” The police had detained the criminal and Shouta’s report and status as a Pro-Hero would ensure that the criminal was locked up for a long time. 
  • Toshinori frowned. “We’re Quirkless,” he said. There is a pride reflected in his eyes, a sheer stubbornness to refuse to bow down or be ashamed by this fact. 
  • Shouta blinked, surprised. The percentage of Quirkless people grow smaller and smaller with each generation. Fundamentally, he knows there are people who believed that Quirkless people have no right to exist in the world they now live in. This is the first time he’s encountered it though, so plainly in his face. 
  • He has no words to say, nothing of comfort or reassurance. 
  • Later, when all three were released from the hospital, the realization that the Yagis have nowhere to go hits them all. 
  • “You can stay with me,” Shouta offers. He’s barely home as it is and there’s a spare guestroom. 
  • Toshinori looks at him suspiciously but it’s Izuku who beams. “We can stay with you, Eraserhead?!” 
  • “Call me Aizawa,” Shouta said. 
  • “Aizawa-san, thank you!” 
  • Toshinori just sighs, acknowledging that this is their best offer. “If you don’t mind, just until we find a new place,” he said. 
  • “I could use the company,” Shouta said. 
  • He had no idea how this would later change everything. 
If man thinks of the totality as constituted of independent fragments, then that is how his mind will tend to operate, but if he can include everything coherently and harmoniously in an overall whole that is undivided, unbroken, and without a border then his mind will tend to move in a similar way, and from this will flow an orderly action within the whole.
—  David Bohm
It is probably impossible to love any human being simply ‘too much’. We may love him too much in proportion to our love for God; but it is the smallness of our love for God, not the greatness of our love for the man, that constitutes the inordinacy.
—  C.S. Lewis // The Four Loves