All is well, with the star settled for the night -the quarks can spin and sizzle on the edge of the black abyss unfettered … until she rises glorious over the horizon- demanding all obey her pull.
Kimya Dawson - At The Seams (i guess putting something below a cut doesnt work anymore)
Left hands hold the leashes and the right hands hold the torches And grandpas holding shotguns swing on porch swings hung on porches And the grandmas in their gardens plant more seeds to cut their losses And the poachers with the pooches and the nooses preheat crosses And the pooches see the grandpas and they bare their teeth and growl While their owners turn their noses up like they smell something foul And they fumble with their crosses and they start to mumble curses And they plot ways to get grandpas off of porches into hearses But the grandpas on the porches are just scarecrows holding toys And the grandmas in the gardens are papier-mâché decoys While the real grandmas and grandpas are with all the girls and boys Marching downtown to the city hall to make a lot of noise saying
Hands up don’t shoot I can’t breathe Black lives matter no justice no peace I know that we can overcome because I had a dream A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams
Sometimes it seams like we’ve reached the end of the road We’ve seen cops and judges sleep together wearing long white robes And they put their white hoods up try to take the black hoods down And they don’t plan on stopping til we’re all in the ground Til we’re dead in the ground or we’re incarcerated ‘Cause prison’s a big business form of enslavement Plantations that profit on black folks in cages They’ll break our backs and keep the wages It’s outrageous that there’s no place we can feel safe in this nation Not in our cars not at the park not in subway stations Not at church the pool the store not asking for help Not walking down the street so we’ve gotta scream and yell
Hands up don’t shoot I can’t breathe Black lives matter no justice no peace I know that we can overcome because I had a dream A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams
You tweet me my own lyrics tell me to stop Letting a few bad apples ruin the bunch Don’t minimize the fight comparing apples to cops This is about the orchards poisoned roots not loose fruits in a box Once the soils been spoiled the whole crop’s corrupt That’s why we need the grassroots working from the ground up And we look to black twitter to stay woke and get some truth Instead of smiling cops and black mugshots from biased corporate news ‘Cause if you steal cigarillos or you sell loose cigarettes Or you forget your turn signal will they see your skin as a threat Will they kill you and then smear you and cover it up and lie Will they call it “self defense” will they call it “suicide”
Hands up don’t shoot I can’t breathe Black lives matter no justice no peace I know that we can overcome because I had a dream A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams
Decades of cultivation starts from tiny seeds that were once planted And we mustn’t take the gardens that our elders grew for granted Though it is up to our youth how new rows sown are organized Because movements can’t keep moving if old and unsharpened eyes Can’t see the need to hear what those on the ground hafta say In Ferguson and Cleveland Staten island the east bay Charleston Phoenix Detroit Sanford Waller Seattle Chicago Los Angeles Baltimore Climbing flagpoles taking bridges locked together to the bart Speaking up about injustice in our music and our art Storming stages to ask candidates when they’re gonna start Really directly addressing issues breaking our hearts
Hands up don’t shoot I can’t breathe Black lives matter no justice no peace I know that we can overcome because I had a dream A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams
Hands up don’t shoot I can’t breathe Black lives matter no justice no peace I know that we can overcome because I had a dream A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams
And if the altars are torn down we’ll just keep on placing flowers For the boy whose body was in the road for more than four hours We will honor the dead of every age and every gender 'Cause we can’t just have it be the brothers’ names that we remember Black boys with skateboards and black boys with hoodies And little black girls who are on the couch sleeping And all of the black trans women massacred Too many black folks killed and brutalized too little justice served After the lynchings of our people by the murderous police Who stand like hunters 'round their prey gasping helpless in the street Feet from the teen sister they tackled and locked handcuffed in the car Feet from her twelve year old brother dying…
While no one did CPR
And we’ll keep on planting flowers and we’ll fight until the day That we don’t have to pick them all to put them all on graves Yeah we’ll keep planting flowers and we’ll fight until the day That we don’t have to pick them all to put them all on graves
Hands up don’t shoot I can’t breathe Black lives matter no justice no peace I know that we can overcome because I had a dream A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams
‘Man and Woman’. A Georgian sculpture that comes to life every evening at 7 PM to tell the story of two lovers forever separated by war.
‘Man and Woman’ by Georgian sculptor Tamara Kvesitadze is pretty striking on its own - two towering human made out of metallic discs - but the installation becomes even more impressive when you realise the statues are moving.
Representing a Muslim boy, Ali, and a Christan Georgian princess, Nino, characters from a novel by Azerbaijani author Kurban Said, the figures draw closer, kissing, before continuing on their route and passing through one another, eventually parting and facing in opposite directions, representative of the characters’ separation by the invasion of Soviet Russia.
The statues spring into life every day at 7pm in the seaside town of Batumi, Georgia, their journey happening slowly over 10 minutes.
evrybody calling this “outbreak”, the response seems more like “Fallen” ..thru social distancing we are trying to starve this body jumping killer. In the movie, trapped in its last dying host, no other people for miles, the killer just jumps to a cat and walks off into the night.
Dear family who want me around for major holidays,
If you haven’t worked retail since the Reagan administration, kindly FUCK OFF. Your Reagan-era and Reagan-inspired laissez-faire policies are why I fear retaliation for even considering asking off for any time in November or December. Yes, this will be my sixth holiday season in a row with no time off. I am well aware. I don’t have “seniority,” I can’t “pull strings,” there is no one who can “cover for me,” and my manager will certainly not “understand if I just don’t show,” not this time of year. Those are statements of things that were possible when unions were stronger in the 1970s and had the lobbying strength to make sure that employers weren’t running busy times on overworked skeleton crews with no backup. Accrued time off, and especially paid accrued time off, simply doesn’t exist anymore for anyone on an hourly wage, so even if there was coverage, I still need to eat.
If you’re so upset your children and grandchildren can’t see you for the holidays, maybe you shouldn’t have sold them into wage slavery in the 1980s and every election since with your voting habits.
As this circulates again for the 2018 holiday season, I’d like to remind everyone that the best ways to fix this are to 1) vote, early and often, 2) unionize, and 3) don’t shop on Black Friday weekend or the weekend of/immediately before Christmas. (Yes I’m aware Black Friday already happened, but it’s a good rule for all years.) Yes, the doorbusters are good deals. Those deals come at the expense of your comrades in labor. Don’t fall for it.
IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN. Welcome to Christmas 2019!
This was posted one December night at 3 am after I had been badgered for over a month by my family to do a thing I simply could not do. I would like to remind everyone that the complaints in this post are NOT excuses to be assholes to your family members. Let the notes of this post be a place to vent, not the dinner table.
I would also like to remind all the nurses, cops, call centers, and everyone else with a “my job is so much harder than yours!” comment that yeah, probably, and you should demand better pay, conditions, and understanding, too. This is not zero sum. We ALL can and should expect better from our employers, customers, government, and families.
Give yourself a holiday present this year and unionize.
