It wasn’t Mississippi it was Ferguson.
Hands up don’t shoot but Wilson has a gun
And he sees Browns color and decides that it’s a crime
So he pulls the trigger and he ends Michaels time
How can you look at this kid laying dead in the street
And think things are okay- think this is how we should treat
Our fellow human beings- our neighbors and our friends
Why does it have to come to this? When will the hatred end?
It doesn’t seem right- it feels like a curse
To live in a country where color determines worth
Where money decides whether you’re a killer or a saint
Cause spoiled rotten kids don’t have any restraint
And boys will be boys and whites will be white
And if we don’t acknowledge privilege maybe we can sleep at night.
"Give me your tired, your poor… yearning to breath free."
It’s twenty fourteen and we’re still searching for liberty
That which this country promises to all who here reside
Yet turns it’s back on certain people and refuses to abide
To fundamental human rights in which we all should share
First world country, second class citizens- does that really seem fair?
The death of Michael Brown
Should wake us up, not shut us down.
It should ignite a fire of compassion and love
Make us stand on our feet and scream “we’ve had enough”
Take care of one another and make sure we’re all okay
Cause money and privilege won’t help you from the grave
Life’s too short to spend time making countless enemies
And you’re actions on this earth will be your legacy
So stop the judgment, stop the hate
Take the time to appreciate
The brotherhood of man, the bond of human essence
Rid ourselves of the sickness of hate and love the covalescence.
Who wants to play a game called Spot the Asshole?
I’d reblog this on my other blog but people need to learn about this if they work in fast food and I have a lot of followers on my main blog.
DON’T FUCKING DO THIS, YOU CAN KILL SOMEONE WITH THIS.
seriously though, i’ve heard stories of people giving “skinny” people regular soda instead of diet… newsflash: high blood sugars make you lose weight. a skinny persom that asks for diet soda could very well be diabetic… and then if you give them regular soda, you could cause some serious damage, even comas or death. i don’t care how you feel towards a customer, GIVE THEM THE DRINK THEY ASKED FOR.
There is a coffee place near my home and they happens to serve sugar-free hot chocolate being a type one diabetic this is great because it has about half the amount of carbs. This one time I ordered it the employee rolled his eyes at me. When I got my drink I thought it tasted differently but I was with friends and wasn’t paying a ton of attention. Later my blood sugar was in the high 400s and we had no idea why, everything was in order. I had to stay up all night to get my blood sugars under control. I thought of the employee might have something to do with it. The next day I went back and the same guy was working, my mom confronted him and the manager and the guy admitted that he had given me a regular hot coco and had even put extra sugar in it. He tried to justify his actions because ” how was he supposed to know I was diabetic” and ”I thought just thought she was some chick trying to lose weight that she didn’t need to lose” He lost his job and I never went back there. But it put be in danger and if I hadn’t caught the high when I did I could of ended up in the hospital.
Something like that hot cocoa thing is ridiculously dangerous. With soda the taste is such a drastic difference that while it is still dangerous you have a much better chance of immediately realizing something is wrong.
Okay what I want to know is HOW IN THE HELL did my post go from less than 500 notes last night to OVER 2000 this morning?!?!
And I can only really tell the difference between bottled soda. Fountain drinks are more difficult.
DOG REFUSES TO LEAVE OWNER’S GRAVE - "[T]hey drove back to the graveyard and tried to coax the dog away with biscuits and water, but he would just whimper and put his head down, refusing to budge."
A dog named Tommy was spotted lying on top of a grave in India by volunteers from a rescue organization called the Blue Cross of India. They learned that the Tommy’s 18-year-old owner had recently passed away in an accident. Despite having been there for over two weeks, Tommy refused to leave the grave. The late owner’s mother was contacted and she brought him home. Read more from the Blue Cross of India:
From the owner of the liquor shop and the adjacent cigarette shop, they learned that the dog had been the constant companion of an 18-year old boy from the same locality who had been hit by a speeding motorcycle and died, on the 2nd of August.
Dawn went over to the house everyone said was the deceased boy’s and located the youth’s mother. The mother, informed our team that she had assumed that Tommy, the dog, had run away when her son died. The mother of the young man accompanied Dawn back to the grave. When he saw her, Tommy got up and went slowly to her. It was obvious that he hadn’t eaten much (if anything at all) in days. Tommy rested his head on her feet and cried some more, as the mother bent down and, lifting his head up, kissed him, before burying her face against his neck and crying.
The mother picked up Tommy and carried him back to her house, telling our team, as she left, that she had wrongfully thought, because her only child had died, that she had nothing to live for.
With the words that she still had one son in Tommy, she thanked our team and the two went back home.
Lets hope that Tommy can recover from his loss and find peace at home. Click here for more information from the Blue Cross of India.
I won’t soon forget the events that took place in #ferguson…will you?
"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.”
This man has such a beautiful heart.
This made me laugh and feel uncomfortable.
english is not my first language and all my life i thought brussel sprouts was the name of some celebrity
everyone is always like “i hate brussel sprouts” and all this time i was here thinking what the fuck did that poor guy do
Important, always-relevant comic done by the wonderful Ursa Eyer.
just stick your hands in boiling hot coffee. go on. do it. just shove your fingers on in that blistering hot cuppa joe. throw an egg in there. who gives a shit. eat your god damn coffee eggs like the stupid slobbering idiot that you are
thIS WHOLE FUCKING ARTICLE
convert your office into a horrible disaster