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Apparently there was some kind of race scheduled at a local park or something so I've been trying to avoid the main trail but a little while ago when I had to cross near it I overheard the following shouted exchange

And goddamn if that didn't rewire my brain a little bit.

Last place is still a place, baby.

I know of a trail racing company that gives the slowest racer who finishes every race a DFL award: Dead Fucking Last. I was a little taken aback by this until I had it explained to me that those last-place finishers are pretty much uniformly people for whom finishing at all was an accomplishment: people undergoing cancer treatments, absolute beginners, runners in their eighties, extremely pregnant people, you get the idea. Moreover, what you see as this person crosses the finish line is all these sporty trail racers, many of whom finished the race literal hours earlier, cheering their hearts out because they respect that, yes, DFL is still a place, baby.

a lot of races that these kinds of people run are some type of marathon, and those races are literally longer than almost any other mammal on earth can run, and the point isn't to finish first, the point is to feel like you've go so little left to in you that you have to accept failure and then not give up.

seriously, in Wales they have a horses vs humans race, and the standard length of a human marathon is a little more than 26 miles but the human vs horse marathon is only 22 miles because they had to shorten it to make it fair for the horses

and some years a human wins anyway. Because we are either the best or the second best long distance runner of all the mammals. Possibly of all animals that have ever existed. Wolves are a close second, and certain sled dog breeds are the only ones that can do better than humans.

So first of all, it's crazy that anyone is making that run in the fist place. And second of all, first place isn't what's important. FINISHING is what makes you mighty. I've never met a single distance runner who would disagree.

i put together a comedy troupe and we wrote and produced theater from age 19 to 22, and for the first two years we were all dudes but we wrote and performed roles for women, and sometimes there were stunts and i was the oldest and the main writer and like, the main person in charge, so no matter who was scripted to do the stunt i would test it first to make sure it was safe for the person doing it and anyway that's how i know i can jump over a couch in heels

It's easy to think you'd be able to do something when you know that you'd never have to actually do it.

i think this ought to be a mandatory experience for all people over a certain income bracket and all federal level politicians

https://archive.org/details/DontBeaS1947

Here’s the whole video. It’s called “Don’t Be A Sucker” and it’s 17 minutes long.

don’t just scroll past this actually watch it, it’s only 2 minutes long. If you re-recorded this today word for word with modern actors and places, it wouldn’t even look out of place as a PSA

300,000 notes and i can’t find a transcript

Transcript: (sorry for the language!)

Speaker: “I see negroes holding jobs that belong to me! And you! I’ll ask you, if we allow this thing to go on, what’s gonna become of us real Americans!”

Hungarian man with clear foreign accent: “I’ve heard this kind of talk before, but I never expected to hear it in America.”

Young man: “This man seems to know what he’s talking about.“

Speaker: “What are us real Americans gonna do about it? You’ll find it right here in this little pamphlet—the truth about negroes and foreigners! The truth about the Catholic Church! You’ll find…” [audio grows quieter as camera shifts to the onlookers]

Hungarian man: “You believe in that kind of talk?“

Young man: “I dunno, it makes pretty good sense to me.“

Speaker: “And I tell you, friends, we’ll never be able to call this country our own until it’s a country without… without what?“

Other man: “Yeah? Without what?“

Speaker: “Without negroes, without alien foreigners,”—the young man is nodding, following along—“without Catholics, without Freemasons! You know these…“

Young man: “What’s wrong with the Masons, I’m a Mason.” Looks to European man worriedly, “hey, that fellow’s talking about me!“

Huungarian man: “And that makes a difference, doesn’t it.“

Speaker: “These are your enemies! These are the people who are trying to take over our country! Now you know them, you know what they stand for. And it’s up to you and me to fight them!” A bunch of the onlookers in the vicinity wave him off like he’s crazy and turn away, “fight them and destroy them before they destroy us!”

Speaker: “Thank you.“

One man in the now somewhat awkward crowd: “claps“

Young man: *is visibly uncomfortable*

Hungarian man: “Before he said Mason, you were ready to agree with him.”

Young man: “Well yes but, he was talking about… what about those other people?“ *the pair sit down on a park bench*

Hungarian man: “In this country, we have no ‘other people.’ We are American people, of course.“

Young man: “What about you? You aren’t American, are you?“

Hungarian man: “I was born in Hungary. But now, I am an American citizen. And I have seen what this kind of talk can do. I saw it in Berlin.”

Young man: “What were you doing there?“

Hungarian man: “I was a professor at the university. I heard the same words we have heard today. But I was a fool, then. I thought Nazis were crazy people, stupid fanatics. But unfortunately it was not so. You see, they knew that they were not strong enough to conquer a unified country, so they split Germany into small groups. They used prejudice as a practical weapon to cripple the nation.”

is this Tumblr university

@reading-comp-posting

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wake up in the mornin' my mind kind of stormin' i sit 'n' sip delicious brew- no time for mental thunder with the deadlines that i'm under fist grippin' this list to do hip holster full of laughter draggin' this boulder after baby take it to the top of the hill where it's never stayed yet but i place another bet sayin' maybe this time it will

[chorus-y bit idk i'm still messing around with it]

these grey hairs are silver these diamond bones are strong and i've never lived my life just right but these days i'm less wrong

the mistakes i've made are golden every failure is a gem 'cause i never could bank on a single success unless i dug a dozen of them

'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

i stopped the dental technician while he was applying fluoride to ask what the fuck the flavour was supposed to be. And he was like oh I was wondering that too. It says it's walterberry.

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it's my dash)

i LOVE when i see someone doing this in my notes

capybara

cousins!

Gentle giant

One thing that childhood even thru college really absolutely doesn't prepare you for is that a lot of your friends aren't going to have jobs that are easy to understand or quickly explain.

For every respectable, straightforward "teacher" or "stripper" you know, you're going to wind up with someone who's an "operations lead" or "clinical administrator" or "conversation architect." Every once in a while, they'll explain just enough of their job so you understand why they're in a shitty mood. If people ask about your friends you'll just wave your and hand and say "ze do something that has to do with banking, I think" and move on.

rikachanhonpo on ig

wake up in the mornin' my mind kind of stormin' i sit 'n' sip delicious brew- no time for mental thunder with the deadlines that i'm under fist grippin' this list to do hip holster full of laughter draggin' this boulder after baby take it to the top of the hill where it's never stayed yet but i place another bet sayin' maybe this time it will