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Closeted Writer. Craver of Mental Health. Design Junkie. Documentalist. Dog Mama/Advocate. Fireside Historian. Manic Traveler. Timid Cook. Urban Farmer. Choir!Choir!Choir! Member. INFP/ENFP.
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Pics of random things I find in the abandoned lot near my house. 

Gia. Age 9 (ish). Lives in Pittsburgh, PA. Likes = love and hugs. Hates = dog fighters. On August 4th 2011, a suspected dog fighting operation in Pamlico County, North Carolina was raided (the property owner has since pled guilty to charges). Among the dogs seized from the operation was 9-year-old Gia. She was severely emaciated and nursing what was thought to be her sixth litter of puppies. Her teeth were nearly non-existent and had either been intentionally filed down to the gum line or worn down by excessive chain chewing. The Humane Society of the United States aided by Hello Bully volunteers were her saviors and relocated her and several other dogs to a temporary shelter where their chance at a new life would begin. On September 10, 2011, Gia’s road trip from North Carolina to Pittsburgh began and in the early morning hours of September 11th I finally got to meet the Elderbull that was going to spend her golden years on my couch. She was underweight, dirty, tired, severely anemic and fighting a blood parasite, but she was perfect. Her tail was wagging the moment I saw and has not stopped since. Today, Gia is doing remarkable well and all of her medical issues are essentially resolved. She has reached her ideal weight and manages just fine without teeth. She gets along well with her two brothers (an almost 10 year old pit bull and a 10 year old Doberman) and has started taking classes to become a certified therapy dog. Despite being heavily scarred physically, she has truly proven to be a “lover not a fighter.”

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America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, ‘It ain’t no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be.’ It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on its wall asking this cruel question: ‘If you’re so smart, why ain’t you rich?’ There will also be an American flag no larger than a child’s hand—glued to a lollipop stick and flying from the cash register.

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut (via cyberspacecowboy)

Painful because of how true it is.

This piece is worth reading in full:

””My climate epiphany wasn’t overnight, and it had nothing to do with Al Gore.”

I’m going to tell you something that my Republican friends are loath to admit out loud: climate change is real. I’m a moderate Republican, fiscally conservative; a fan of small government, accountability, self-empowerment and sound science. I am not a climate scientist. I’m a Penn State meteorologist, and the weather maps I’m staring at are making me very uncomfortable. No, you’re not imagining it: we’ve clicked into a new and almost foreign weather pattern. To complicate matters I’m in a small, frustrated and endangered minority: a Republican deeply concerned about the environmental sacrifices some are asking us to make to keep our economy powered-up. It’s ironic. The root of the word conservative is “conserve”. A staunch Republican, Teddy Roosevelt, set aside vast swaths of America for our National Parks System, the envy of the world. Another Republican, Richard Nixon, launched the EPA. Now some in my party believe the EPA and all those silly “global warming alarmists” are going to get in the way of drilling and mining our way to prosperity. Well, we have good reason to be alarmed.”