what makes countries rich or poor

Fuck You, house flippers.

I’m listening to a dude talk to two contractors about buying several properties in my neighborhood with the purpose of flipping them. I want to run over there and tell them to go to hell.

Like many cities across the US, Somerville, MA has fallen victim to gentrifiers and house flippers. Homes that look like shit are going for 1.5 million (which is the quote I heard from Mr. Contractor). These are homes that have no parking spots and no garages. My city is unaffordable. Long time residents are unwillingly leaving for the suburbs or New Hampshire. I spoke to a grocery store clerk who cried because she was born and raised in Somerville. She was leaving for New Hampshire because her property taxes were unaffordable on a grocery workers salary.

M and I were very lucky. We managed to buy the first floor of a house after renting in Somerville for ten years. Our rent had been jacked up to mortgage type money and we decided to take the plunge. Our place is tiny. Super small but we wanted to stay in the community. 🐰 is making friends with kids whose parents are looking to the suburbs because they are being pushed out of their homes. No one wants to leave but what do you do when the only place you can find to rent is $3,000-4,000 K for a two bedroom apartment?

I’m angry that developers and contractors are getting rich while poor and middle class people are getting pushed out of our city. That isn’t even taking account of POC who work minimum wage jobs. Want to make this country great? Give people affordable housing and let folks stay in their homes.

“You know those things they always say about travelling? About expanding your horizons.”

They’re sitting close together, chairs angled towards each other, Jeongguk’s legs on Taehyung’s lap. They always sit close. Especially when they have to share a joint and Jeongguk’s getting a little high on Taehyung’s presence.

Jeongguk groans a little. The metal chair is uncomfortable beneath his travel-battered ass but it’s getting to the point where he can no longer feel it. At least it’s cooler now, at night, the small balcony outside their dorm room finally turning pleasant as they sit in the shadows cast by the little lightning pouring out from between the balcony doors. Small countryside towns like the one they’re in turn very dark at night. “All the emotional growth and shit?”

“Yeah, those. The justifications,” Taehyung says, taking another drag of the joint he painstakingly rolled half an hour before. He’s shit at rolling and getting the right paper is hard in these areas. The tip lights up bright in the night as he hollows his cheeks, features thrown in sharp contrast, red painting his skin. “The fairytale we spin for the folks at home.”

“Fairytales, huh?” Jeongguk lifts an expectant hand. “What’s the—You gonna pass that thing on or what?” Taehyung huffs a loud laugh and leans forward enough to deposit the cigarette between Jeongguk’s lips himself, making his next words come out mumbled: “what’s the real story then?”

“Backpackers are fake.” Jeongguk snorts. Weed gets Taehyung in those moods. “Just a bunch of rich kids going to poor countries and being pretentious about it.”

“You don’t even own a penny to scratch your ass with, Kim.”

“I know.” Taehyung leans back further into his chair, the weed slowly mellowing out the aches from driving a motorbike all day. “So I’m slumming it in dorm rooms and night buses. The more cockroaches the better.”

“Crashing at internet cafes and sleeping in cars.”

“Yeah. Living the shit life just to make yourself look cool. Rocking poverty like it’s an aesthetic.” Taehyung reproachfully taps the hand from which Jeongguk’s limply dangling their joint, letting it burn through lost fumes. Jeongguk always gets so wasteful at the end. “Pretending you’re above materialism but having everything waiting for you back home.” Taehyung snatches the cigarette back, putting it to use. “Backpackers are the fakest fucks I know.”

“So you’re not giving back to the community then?” Jeongguk chips away at the weathered paint of their table with a nail. Both the table and chairs look like they once belonged in a Parisian bistro, matching the French colonial architecture of their building and others in the area, a garish clash with the lush Vietnamese landscape. “What about the volunteer stuff you did? The teaching—that godawful sugar cane reaping. The good deeds plastered all over your social media feed.”

“Fake altruism,” Taehyung declares without missing a beat. “When it comes down to it, you’re just feeding you’re your own inflated ego. Making yourself feel important.”

Jeongguk’s thirsty. He wants a beer to wash down the taste, to complete the image they make. Cheap beer to compliment worn down clothes and ungroomed hair. They sell some downstairs but Jeongguk is too lazy to get it, limbs glued in place. “Your ego is big enough as it is. Should stop doing volunteer work.”

“’S’not even real volunteering. They feed you, they house you. Basically a job.”

“Some pretty shit pay for working under the burning sun all day.” Jeongguk plucks the joint from between Taehyung’s hand, fingers still surprisingly light and nimbly.

“You get paid in Facebook likes.”

Jeongguk giggles. Weed makes him giggly. “You’re right, Kim. You’re a fake fuck. No contest from me.”

The grin on Taehyung’s face is sluggish, his finger teasing as it pokes at Jeongguk’s calve. “You’re a fake fuck too, y’know.”

“Hmmm,” Jeongguk agrees, letting his head fall back. “The fakest.” Smoke curls around his words as they puff past his lips. Jeongguk closes his eyes and feels the floaty haziness settle. Taehyung’s hand is still on his bare leg and Jeongguk feels his touch coil all the way up his spine.

“So now that we’ve stablished you’re a fake fuck,” Jeongguk says, propping his head back up and killing what’s left of the joint at the bottom of a broken ash tray. “You gonna drop the pretense?”

Taehyung huffs. “So I can be a fake fuck back home?” He turns his face into the light and smiles, eyes glassy and bloodshot, but teeth gleaming conspiratorially. “Never.”

@r-ix 

I heard that the minimum wage in st louis was going to go up to $11 an hour by next year but now thanks to the state government it’s gonna go from what it already is at $10, to $7.70, which is fucked, first off, that’s an enormous decrease all of a sudden, that’s a full dollar plus change lower than ours in Michigan, obviously don’t need me to tell you people are definitely suffering on that. 10 is hardly shit anyways too, I make $10 an hour and it’s awful. It’s fucked because theres devils out there who have never been poor in their lives trying to dictate, as they always have, what poor people can and can’t do, “”“equal opportunities to ‘succeed”“”“ which anyone will tell you is horseshit and doesn’t really exist. Meanwhile, of course, the party in control is writing up an enormous tax break for rich people, to maintain the false, nonsensical, and immoral concept of trickle down economics. All the empirical evidence gathered throughout the country which shows wage increases points to them being wrong everytime, and all bootlickers have to say, and keep on saying because it’s all they know, is to repeat ad nauseam the, tbh, their genocidal doctrine of warped "personal responsibility”

Americans:

Do you actually think the parents of a dead Iraqi child care about the life circumstances of the person controlling the drone? Do you think it makes any material difference to the people in the countries your military occupies whether the oppressors are white or black, men or women, rich or poor?

I support your rights to work and healthcare but joining an imperialist army is not a “right.” I won’t give my support to “inclusion” for occupying contract killers no matter what flag they try and hide behind.

4:17pm || Du30

I rarely make political opinions here (and I’m not used to) but when I do, it’s because I’m passionate about it. Isn’t it ironic that people clamour for change yet they themselves don’t want to change? Many demand a cure for society’s ills yet refuse to swallow the bitter pill.

On my public social media accounts, it is no secret that I root for Davao City mayor Rodrigo Duterte. I blatantly support him not because of his rogue attitude but for being a visionary and for having a strong political will. I’ve noticed that his critics and bashers haven’t even set foot (not even a toe) on Davao City. They haven’t even seen the situation on the ground. None of them have experienced the safety and security that the city provides for its residents and tourists alike. Nor are they familiar with the political situation there. It doesn’t have the bearings of a constituency that is run by corrupt political dynasties. Not even a single epal around. In his early years in office, he had purged the city’s most corrupt officials and employees.

Amid the criticisms, why does his supporters root for him? Surely, it’s a given that Davaoeños have their backing but the his growing support base from different parts of the nation are those who are tired and sick of trapos who may be eloquent speakers yet fail to deliver their promises. Why need someone who uses flowery language if he/she is going to steal your money in the end?

Which human rights will you prioritize, the criminals’ or the victims’? Of course, we all want a justice system that protects the rights of BOTH the accused and the victim. That’s an ideal society and we surely want it. But if the system is plagued with corruption and incompetence, and evil is embedded within, then society must resort not just to reform but revolt. Notably, tough discipline doesn’t equate to stifling of civil liberties. Davao certainly is as free as any city in the country, even freer as her citizens don’t have to fear being mugged or killed. 

If “human rights” means giving convicted felons access to fully-furnished rooms, weapons, drugs, and money inside the prison, then we’re fucked as a nation. In this country, having hardened criminals behind bars won’t do any difference because they still run their syndicates from inside their cells and can still acquire luxuries. With a corrupted judiciary, is justice really served even after throwing criminals in jail?

With regards to his morality, are we even close to having a candidate who has both high moral standards and an equally high capacity to deliver? Is there even someone out there who has the guts to owe up to his mistakes and apologize for them? Show me someone who can put his money where his mouth is. Haven’t we learned yet from electing seemingly kind (mabait) candidates who despite having an angelic reputation has failed to deliver on their capacity as a leader? A person who hits on someone’s morality despite being imperfect himself is no different from the tsismosa who never fails to attend mass every Sunday yet never misses a beat to gossip on her fellows.

Take a look at where Davao City is right now. It’s just a mere two-hour flight from Imperial Manila. Roam the streets, ask the people, try out the several businesses that set up shop there. Does it appear that Mindanao’s largest commercial hub is ruled by an incompetent, corrupt leader? Does the populace seem unhappy with their local government? Duterte revealed how much money he has in the bank: PHP6M. Part of that money came from his father, part of it from his forty years in the government. Imagine, forty years and yet he only has PHP6M. He lives in a simple middle-class house. His only indulgence is a collection of shoes (but certainly not as big and Imeldific as Imelda’s). He drapes a mosquito net over his bed because he does not use the air-conditioner. Outside, there’s a unit of Holiday Taxi (unit number 688) which his friends donated years ago so he could patrol the streets incognito and at the same time take in extra income the legal way. Duterte had said before that he needs to drive a taxi at night because his salary as a mayor isn’t enough to cover for his wife’s cancer treatment. On the contrary, there are elected officials who have tripled their net worth even before ending their first terms.

Mind you, he’s not going to be another Marcos. He hasn’t amassed questionable wealth. Duterte wants to get rid of criminals, syndicates, corrupt officials, or as he simply calls it “the enemies of the people.” Marcos’ martial law is all about getting rid of political opponents, sticking into power, and gain from dirty profits.

Times are changing and so are the pressing needs to keep this country in shape. There are values that we hold on dearly that defines us as a nation and a caring, loving people. But when it comes to societal matters, all of us are just concerned with ourselves. We shout for change yet many don’t want to change their ways. Many are happy with the status quo where the coffers of the rich get bigger, the stomachs of the poor churn in pain because of hunger, the politicians continue to make the treasury their cashcow. Many are asking what could be the cure for all these malaise? Yet whenever a spoonful of bitter medicine is handed to our mouths, we refuse to budge. We also need to reform our constitution to a federal system to better suit our country’s diverse needs yet even that raises eyebrows from those who refuse to have real change. For crying out loud, we have inherited a constitution that is fit for running a colony but not for running a nation.

Federalism is Duterte’s main objective for the Philippines yet it is also one of the most feared by individuals and business in Imperial Manila. Federalism will bring development and opportunities to the regions, in contrast with the current centralized political and economic system which mainly focuses on Metro Manila. Politicians owe businessmen (or better yet, their cronies) a great debt of gratitude because of political, economic, and personal incentives that they would get. Now that the regions will be able to develop themselves because their profits won’t have to go the national treasury (and allocate them with minuscule budgets in return), political cronies now fear for their future. And it is something that Manileños would not definitely like. The regions will now have a say on their economic development without interference or having to wait for approval from Manila. As Visayans would often say, “Wa'y dahong mahulog sa atung nasud nga di mananghid sa Malacañang“ (Not a leaf can fall in our country without Malacañang’s permission). Gone are the days that the rest of the country is neglected. This is real inclusive economic growth.

Lee Kuan Yew, modern Singapore’s father, may have been right about us. “The Philippines doesn’t need democracy; they need discipline.” Discipline is something that we utterly lack as a people. We won’t move if not prodded. We won’t take initiative unless there is an ulterior motive. What is it that we fear about discipline? Again, as I have said, tough discipline doesn’t equate to stifling of civil liberties. Take a look at Davao again. They have a vibrant press scene, a cosmopolitan lifestyle, yet all their actions are bound to discipline. It is living by the motto that there is a right time for everything.

On a penultimate note, it will not be Duterte’s nor the Davaoeños loss in case he loses the presidency. He can just go home and continue minding over the affairs of his beloved city. “Hindi naman ako mamamatay kung hindi ako maging presidente.” It will be our loss. Davaoeños and his fellow Visayans will laugh at us, the spoiled brats of Imperial Manila, as we continue to languish in horrendous traffic, terrible crime statistics, and rampant corruption. 

Just before I end, let me ask you the following questions. You want change? Sure, you do. But are you willing to change? Do you really know what kind of leadership is in store for us in case he wins? Are you ready for it? Because if you’re only riding the bandwagon, better get off as early as now. Bawal magreklamo kung sakaling ayaw mo pala sa kanyang estilo.

iwillsinkwithmyships  asked:

(Part 1) Castiel is a high society omega who is bored beyond his mind. He hates the way the other omegas fawn over him, just to get close to his brother Gabriel who is one of the most eligible bachelor in the country. He also can't stand leering alphas, and the ones that are after him just because they want to make connections and what better way to do that than getting in with the Novak family? He hates socializing an gets bored at all the parties, that is until he hear the rumors.

(Part 2) there is a thief going around steeling from the rich and giving it to the poor. And Castiel is amused at the outrage that all the victims express. It is obvious to him that the thief is someone from the inside. The thief is amongst the high society and that makes Castiel smile at the irony. Then his house is targeted. His brother Michael is beyond furious. Michael’s gold plated gun (insert eye roll) is gone, as well as Lucifer’s favorite silver knife, several of Anna’s jeweled combs

(Part 3) and Several of Gabriel’s valuable trinkets. Castiel tries hide his giggles and goes to inspect what’s missing from his room. However when he gets there he finds that there is nothing missing and instead there is the limited edition book he’d been lusting after and a beautiful red rose on his nightstand with a note that says “For the bluest eyes to ever blue” and Castiel blushes and laughs at the note. The next party he attends, he tried to look around to see who the thief might be

(Part 4) none of the faces there scream “Robin Hood” to him and his mood drops. Then the doors burst open as two handsome young man walk in. It takes some time but he eventually recognizes them as Dean and Sam Winchester, brothers who had left to live with their aunt and uncle after their parents passed. The younger brother Sam was clearly an omega, but he seemed a lot more clever than the other and Cas looked forward to striking a friendship with him, however the eldest Dean left Cas breathless

(Part 5) the alpha was beautiful and charming, he left Castiel feeling flustered. Gabriel had shoved his way to sam and had led him and his brother towards Castiel. Castiel had smiled at Sam and blushed furiously at Dean’s greeting wink. He’d escapes as soon as possible and tried to hide for the remainder of the party. He was startled as he saw that Dean had follows him into the garden. And he was even more startled when Dean casually asks if he’d liked the Vonnegut book he’d left him

(Part 5?) Cas is surprised to find out who the “Modern Robin Hood” is but can’t say he’s displeased as Dean sneaks through his window to have his way with him. A month later they are engaged and 6 months later married. Sam also marries, and surprisingly enough chooses Gabriel as his husband. Dean continues with his hobby, which becomes a family thing until Cas and Sam both fall pregnant. Dean and Gabriel refuse to let them help which makes the omegas pout and thigh bitchfaces around

(Part 6?) Dean and Gabriel laugh and make sure to bring home precious books and random cravings. And from then on Castiel is never bored again, whether is laughing at silly people with his brother-in-law, or catching his husbands wink from across the room or rubbing his hand across his pregnant belly to calm the precious baby!

Ahh! I love the idea of Dean stealing from the rich while being one of them and seducing Cas, and even better if it’s a/b/o with side Sabriel!

I love my country!!! I love my culture and I love my people. It’s the land of my birth and my ancestors. Those who fought hard for us

However

Only Jamaicans (who live out the country) or Americans (with Jamaican parents) celebrates Independence Day. Cause in reality.. are we really independent? Cause it don’t feel that way, and it don’t look that way. How much of our country do we own? What are our elected leaders doing; not much just making the rich richer and the poor continue to suffer. What exactly are we celebrating?

Sigh

..with a hard heart I say Happy Independence Day Jamaica

We a suffa too long

anonymous asked:

I just wanna know why Haitians disliked so much and why are we so underrated when it comes to other carribean islands? Pls explain

I wonder the same thing myself! We’re the first black independent nation and we practically gave the rest of the Caribbean their independence. Growing up I heard all the stereo types of how we smell, eat this or that, do voodoo ( as if other islands & white people don’t practice witch craft). I mean list goes on and on. We’re hated for being ourselves and not assimilating when we come to the U.S. Bc many hold tight to their roots. We’re called the poorest country yet the U.S, France, & Canada still to this day want a piece of Haiti, were exploited like crazy. I can’t tell u why people hate on us and treat us low. I know apart of it is just pure racism and prejudice. The same way some people/Americans paint African countries to be poor and hate on African culture though Africa is beautiful and rich. People aren’t educated, they love to hate on what they don’t know, children are Barley taught about the Haitian revolution (which paved the way for many) and the media doesn’t make it any better when they trash talk and belittle other countries including Haiti. Through all of this Haitians are still proud, prideful, and stick to their roots.

anonymous asked:

do you have a source that can explain communism to me in the simplest way possible ive tried looking it up but my reading comprehension isnt that great

Hello! I, too have trouble sometimes with reading comprehension, so I went though google and found sources that go over the history of communism and the like that I thought I could understand on a day where my comprehension is low. They are here, here, and here.

Unfortunately they also don’t do a great job of describing what communism is and why so many people wanted it in the first place. So, I’ll take a shot at it:

Communism is the system where-

1.The people who make stuff control where, when, and how it is made. They do this together as a team, and they make decisions together as well. The get control by taking it away from their bosses, sometimes violently.

2. Nobody is poor, because nobody is rich. Everything you need to get through your day is given and taken equally. You work because you want to, and you do what you are able to do. Your work does not define your worth here.

3. Homes, factories, and anything that can make money or produce things are owned by everyone who works at them and who uses them. You can still have your own clothes, furniture, and personal space though.

4. Land is owned by everyone and the differences between countries are more to find your place on a map then to regulate how you move. There are no presidents or kings under communism just like there are no bosses or factory owners.

This system has never been implemented 100% in any country because it takes time, and some leaders were murderous, and also because capitalists tend to feel threatened and start shooting at you if you try! But, that’s a rant for another time, I hope this was helpful.

anonymous asked:

Jeez you must be rich traveling to so many cons and places

It really is pretty simple. My TV is 10 years old. My car is 14 years old, I don’t buy DVDs or Blu-Rays anymore. My DVD player is probably 8 years old, my laptop is around 5 years old, my camera was bought in 2007 (though I did recently buy a used Canon 5D MKII), I don’t have any gaming consoles, I don’t collect figures, my clothes are from K-mart and Target. I rarely go out to restaurants more than $10 - I eat Subway sandwiches and cook at home. My entertainment is Netflix, Hulu and my internet. I got out to a movie maybe once every 3 or 4 months. When I fly to cons, I stay with other con-goers, use public transportation if I can (Psst, DragonCon hotel from the Atlanta airport costs under $3….if you use their subway) and oh…. 99% of the time, I don’t buy anything at a con.

I have no student loans, no house payments, no car loans (my car was built in the 90’s, it has a cassette tape player !), very little credit card debt, no wife, no girlfriend, So you can imagine, my monthly expenses are kinda low.

it sounds my life is pretty boring and it is in a way, but with my limited income, I had to make a choice. Do I want to spend $80 on a new game ? Or not buy 3 games and use that money to fly to a con ? 

I also acquire mileage to front some of the flight costs. A lot of mileage credit cards will give you 20,000, 30,000 or even 50,000 miles just for signing up for a new card and completing their conditions - usually you must charge at least X amount of money in X amount of months to qualify. And if you have monthly bills, just use that credit card to get to that amount. 

Check out http://boardingarea.com/ - it’s a collection of travel blogs dedicated to acquiring miles. That is how I am financing my trips to England and Australia. When I went to London for 10 days, I crashed with a friend, I bought food at the market to eat at home, I used public transportation so yes, my total expense for my London trip is probably $500. NOTE : opening multiple credit cards - this does slightly affect your credit score so if you are buying a car, house or large purchases, I suggest you do not do this.

And finally, I have money from the Kickstarter from last summer to financed at least the flight aspect. I kinda underestimated the budget. The last 6 months of 2013, I realized that the costs of flying to a city, staying there for a week, renting a car was getting more than I originally thought so I know ask people if they have a spare couch I can crash on and I couch-surf. I’m trying to save as much as I can for the actual printing and shipping of the book. I may have to cut down my con in 2014 to make it under my budget.

So yes, I am rich …..  in experiences ! I had a chance to travel to many different places and countries but I am poor in physical belongings and you know what, I’m fine that way. When I die, I can’t take it with me anyways, so yeah, I’m gonna live my life to the fullest that I can. 

Anyways, not saying my way is the best or you should follow what I do, but more of this how I choose to live my life. It ain’t for everyone but fits me just fine.

UPDATE 

I realized I didn’t answer how I have time to do this and again, this is simple. I work freelance which means I work from gig to gig to gig. I usually work as a photographer or a photographer’s assistant. And yes, sometimes I turn down jobs to travel to cons to shoot for the next book.

I do have a part-time job that basically pays my rent and a bit of my bills and that is I do social media for a photography company. Honestly, the pay is crap. BUT it allows me to work from anywhere in the country for a brief amount of time. So yes, while you are partying in the rave/dance (depending on where in the country you are), I am in my hotel room catching up on work. So this plus the small amount of gigs I do helps cover my bills.

So yes, that is how I can take off a week to do this. I work freelance. I am my own boss…. which can suck because I have to pay health insurance, business tax and all that. 

In India, incomes have tripled in just the last 10 years. Ah, but who cares about those, um, 2.5 billion people? You do! Weren’t we just wishing for a Star Trek-style utopia where all of humanity is one? So we should be celebrating the golden wave that is lifting China and India out of poverty the same as if it happened to us, right? We’re all members of the human family.

And make no mistake, the economic slump us Americans and Europeans are grinding through is, ultimately, due to the fact that the rest of the world has finally been invited to the party. Fuel gets expensive because demand goes up, because people on the other side of the world are able to own their first cars, air conditioners, and computers. Good unskilled jobs are hard to come by because people in developing countries are competing for what are to them the first good jobs of their lives.

In other words, the rich man did give up his fortune to help the poor. It’s just that we’re all that rich man. If you have a home with a computer, a refrigerator, and air conditioning, then you’re in the top, upper crust of the world’s living standards. You’re living the Emily Ratajkowski life – the one everybody else wants. So does that give you a warm feeling in your heart knowing that your loss is their gain?

If not, why not?

7 Reasons the World Looks Worse Than It Really Is

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Bernie Sanders is NO joke. I know he’s popular for his crazy hair, but he stands for so many great things. He wants to make our democracy an actual democracy again. Rich families are buying the government and controlling who is in office and what they stand for because they can buy them. He cares, ACTUALLY CARES, about the middle class. We are the wealthiest country but for some reason, we can’t take care of the hungry and the poor. He wants change. He cares about democracy, the climate, and the people of the United States. My vote 100% will go to Bernie Sanders.

     “This town has been attracting artists since the late 1800s—many, many artists—thousands. In 1914–1915, it exploded with hundreds of the most famous artists in America: playwrights, poets, and painters. As time went on, money started to squeeze them out. Today, it’s money that operates this town. If you have a lot of money, you build condos and the condos drive out the poor, and the poor are the artists.
     “This is a country that creates a lot of poor people. You would think it would try to create rich people. But the rich people don’t have enough brains to realize that what they have to do is help the poor get rich. Look at the big fight that’s taking place over minimum wage. You would think that if I were a rich man, and I had millions—billions—I would make sure I paid those people the best wages I can pay them. Why? Because then they will be able to go to school, and they will become capitalists, and I will be able to sell them some of my stuff because they will have the money to buy it. But the rich are too stupid to think of that. They only think of their own greed, and the laws are on their side. They don’t give a shit about the poor bastards at the bottom who have nothing. They don’t realize that the best thing they can do is make sure those people go to college, so they can help the rich get richer. But as long as they stay poor, they don’t do anything for you except serf labor. And serf labor is being replaced by machines anyway. So that’s the stupidity of the rich.” 

*In Provincetown, MA

ON SCOTUS BECOMING $COTU$

We live in an age where Chris Christie apologizes to a large donor for misspeaking, because he knows the right words can get his campaign billions.

We live in a world where two brothers can spend money to kill a local, Tennessee train program.

Or convince 40% of American that they don’t need government health insurance.

We live in a world where money talks, loudly.  And the more you have, the louder your voice.

Was there any doubt the Supreme Court was going to rule this way?  The same people who said “corporations are people?”  Of course they were.

So we go to the page, or twitter to complain.  And what trends on twitter?  "CancelColbert.“

Meanwhile, every state that didn’t like an election result in is making it more difficult to vote.

So here’s the deal.  This mid-term is the most important election of your lifetime.  PERIOD.   It will then be followed by the most important of your lifetime.  PERIOD.

The house and the senate are set to unravel healthcare for millions.  And shift more money from the poor to the rich.

And 2016 will decide the fate of the Supreme Court, who have been systematically making this country less fair for years.

So you can tweet and meme.  You can raise the issues you want to raise.  But if you don’t vote, if you don’t get your friends to vote… if you don’t take this anger you have today and use it to leap over the hurdles you will have to vote…

…there’s nothing this place, twitter, instagram or democracy can do for you.

THE ONLY POWER YOU HAVE IS YOUR VOTE.

If you don’t use it, you’re the one that’s rolled over and accepted it.

So let’s #GetAngry and #StayAngry.  But more importantly, it’s time to #GetFocussed and #StayFocussed.

anonymous asked:

What is Romania like?

Hmm… I don’t know if I can answer this through words. Romania as a country, as what the nature looks like makes me feel so lucky I live here. It’s beautiful, wild, peaceful. You can find the mountains that give you strenght, forests that give you a shelter, rivers that makes you think about infinity, heavenly waterfalls and lakes and the beloved seaside of the Black Sea. (sure there are many other aspects of this kind that make me feel proud, but as I said, words can’t be enough to describe it, you have to come and see it with your eyes)

On the other side there are the people here. They make me feel sad because many of them have a habit of mind full of negativity. There are rich people that steal but there are also so poor people that would share everything they have with anybody. There are intelligent, good people that are not apreciated by the most of us and they leave the country and the ones who decide to stay have to struggle if they are honest people. And what hurts me the most it’s that we always try to put the blame on somebody else, we’re selfish and maybe in an unintentionally way we’re encourageing those thiefs.

I love this country so much but it breakes my heart to see it that way. And by the way there are nice, friendly and kind people, with good intentions too. I hope that this answer was what you expected from me :)

riverttam asked for lieutenant duckling-esque protester/policeman AU

“Come on, love. The journalists will arrive in a tick.”

She only throws him a defiant glare, budging only to fold her arms on her chest, chains rattling against her waist with every movement she makes. She’s young, barely nineteen, but already so fierce and stubborn – but she’s also and mostly the daughter of his boss’s boss’s boss’s boss and he can’t let something happen to her. Surely they’ll have his head on the public square, or something equally dreadful. Not that he’d blame them, really.

“Aren’t you supposed to arrest me? Disorderly conduct or something?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in DC or something?” he sasses back and, gosh, not helping, Jones.

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My System 1 Is Communist (And Confused By Wealth)
  • Brain: Hey! Hey, you! You know what we should have?
  • Me: What?
  • Brain: A proletarian revolution!
  • Me: Brain, no.
  • Brain: Just think about it! We could kill all the super-rich assholes and then the world would be a better place!
  • Me: How would we even figure out who to kill?
  • Brain: Well, if they live in some mega-fancy house, then they're a rich asshole, right? So, we'll just kill anyone with a house worth more than a hundred thousand dollars!
  • Me: ...Um, brain? The average home in the US sold for $188K last year. You'll end up killing pretty much everyone.
  • Brain: What, no, that's a ridiculous lie. Everyone knows that middle class people live in $10K houses and poor people live under galvanize sheets resting against trees.
  • Me: You're thinking of back home. Americans are different.
  • Brain: No, that doesn't make any sense. You expect me to believe that there is a place where the average person is /that rich/? How could that much money even /exist/?
  • Me: Capitalism. That's why we should keep it.