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God, girls, guns, and guitars. I have opinions.
Massachusetts, USA
Joined March 2020
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The absolute worst thing about opening this app is spotting a banger tweet for 0.2 seconds before the feed auto-refreshes and sends it straight into the void.
Gone forever.
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Dostoyevsky on the death of his infant daughter. A passage that has stayed with me years after I first encountered it
What's the going theory? Jews infiltrated and totally control Hollywood, only to have them all turn their backs on their Zionist masters?
'The Israelis are worse than the Nazis, at least the Nazis has the decency to try and hide what they are doing. The Israelis boast about it. It's demonically evil.'
- Jewish actor Wallace Shawn doesn't mince words.
ft @kthalps @KatieHalperShow
I've heard of a guy.
People at the top of their field have assembled in Boston for a common goal: to trade tips on how to stay one step ahead of rats.
Here's a look inside the second-ever National Urban Rat Summit. trib.al/s5dM7xB
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>be Margaret Sanger
>dad is a socialist stonecutter, the "village atheist"
>age 9, sick with typhoid, barely conscious
>wake up with dad pressed against me in bed
>sense of falling
>later call it my first "sex awakening"
>little brother Henry dies at 4
>dad takes me to the cemetery at midnight
>digs up the body
>makes a plaster death mask of his head and shoulders, lock of hair set in the plaster
>gift for mom
>grow up, marry Bill Sanger
>Greenwich Village, Wobblies, anarchists, Goldman, Big Bill Haywood
>start a paper called The Woman Rebel
> "No gods, no masters"
>Post Office says it's unmailable
>1914, get indicted
>flee to England via Canada, leave the kids behind
>once out at sea, wire my people to release 100,000 copies of my illegal contraception manual
>London, Christmas Eve 1914
>meet Havelock Ellis
>tall, white beard, looks like an Old Testament prophet
>turns out he's a literal piss magician
>has a urine fetish
>names it "undinism," after Undina, the water spirit of Paracelcian alchemy
>his motto is "Do What Thou Wilt"
>40 years before Crowley
>ran Britain's first peyote trip on Good Friday
>gave some to Yeats from the Golden Dawn
>"an orgy of vision"
>impotent
>talked his wife into lesbianism
>gets off on making her describe it
>she's off on a lecture tour, lecturing on homosexuality
>perfect time to get close
>meet him every day in the British Museum reading room so he can tell me what to think
>I call him "the Olympian"
>and "the King"
>"I have never felt about any person as I do about Havelock Ellis"
>he writes to his wife about us
>her mental collapse becomes complete
>dies
>he tells me to tone down the revolutionary talk
>1915, come home
>my daughter Peggy dies of pneumonia
>keep hearing her limping footsteps
>Havelock introduces me to Rosicrucianism
>says science and mysticism aren't in conflict
>start seeing psychics and theosophists
>tell a friend I can talk to Peggy now
>1916, open the first birth control clinic in Brooklyn
>arrested again
>1920, back to England
>Sussex, the Wantley circle
>"a revolving interlocking circle of intimacies"
>affair with Hugh de Sélincourt, Havelock's disciple
>also his wife Janet
>also H.G. Wells, who wants me "in the costume of a tropical island"
>also Harold Child
>tell Hugh "I don't believe in that institution particularly – do we?"
>"I shall marry for wealth some day soon"
>marry Noah Slee, oil millionaire
>write Noah love letters from London while sleeping with Wells and Child
>from his estate write Hugh de Sélincourt: "If only I could fly by night to London to see you & Havelock & Harold — I'd be ready to say this is paradise"
>write Woman and the New Race
>from the fruitful womb "a Jesus who will not die upon the cross"
>abortion is "the efforts of the feminine spirit to liberate itself"
>the woman on the abortionist's table "is not a criminal but a martyr"
>write The Pivot of Civilization
>"Through sex, mankind may attain the great spiritual illumination which will transform the world"
>sex can "transmute and sublimate the everyday world"
>every February issue of my 'Birth Control Review' is tributes to Havelock
>pay his girlfriend's salary
>buy him a country house
>25 years of devotion
>1939, he dies
>his autobiography comes out
>I'm a "mildly intimate friendship"
>mfw the piss wizard friendzoned me posthumously
This is my new favorite video.
Reddit is the worst. You're looking for the simple answer for one thing and you have to scroll endlessly through posts from autists trying to one-up each other with shitty jokes. And they all upvote each other so that shit is at the top.
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I reread this every year.
I cry like a baby every year.
Todd Beamer died a father, husband, and hero.
Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.
Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?
Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.
Lisa: Your name?Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.
Lisa: Are you okay?
Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again.
Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?
Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call.
Lisa: I promise.
Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy.
Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.)
Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.
Todd: I understand. I’ll be back.
Todd: Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.
Lisa: What are you going to do?
Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out.
Todd: Would you pray with me?They pray the Lord’s Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Todd: God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.
In Massachusetts, it's kind of up in the air whether killing your own kids is a crime.
Massachusetts mom accused of murdering 2 kids then fleeing state makes shocking request trib.al/nalEVgk