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spookyelric:

stewieismyhomeboy:

blissy-leaves:

getoutofthewelfaretag:

thegodlessatheist:

Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.

Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.

We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance. My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me. He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs. For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas. Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game. He was so happy. Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me. The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us. My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person. Because of fucking people like you OP. Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge. So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others. You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.

^^

This story made me want to cry. I know exactly what that’s like. The difference is, I worked hard and made my own spending money. I grew up an only child so I started working quite illegally at 10 doing odd jobs for old people. Other kids always tore me down for not having the newest and “coolest” shit. My mom was a single parent and we barely made it with welfare help. My dad didn’t pay child support most of the time or give a shit.
Most electronics or toys I had were some form of gift or Christmas donation to the poor type of thing.
It breaks my heart all the time people have to go through this. Especially kids. Privileged pieces of shit need to reevaluate their lives and maybe you know, help someone, or help some children for Christmas/ the holiday season. Doesn’t have to be toys even. Gift cards and clothes help too. Or adopt a family.

OMG! The stories above me!I was picked on too because I was poor. When my mom went through her divorce from my dead beat father, she was working 3 jobs and because of paying the babysitter and not having time we used to eat out. And by we, I mean myself and my sister. My mom would watch. Literally watch us eat while she snacked on hand outs at one of her jobs.
One Christmas, my future stepdad (who was only dating my mom for a month of so) bought me a Gameboy. Here we were, my mom to proud for food stamps, eating a Christmas meal provided by the local church in a house we were moving out of because we couldn’t afford it and I had a brand new Game Boy and a Speedy Gonzolaz game.Not nearly as riveting a story as the girl above me, but after that point in my life I never look twice at people who have nothing, who happen to own something of value.

When I was homeless and living on the streets, I had an iPhone. Why?
The better question is, why would I sell it? It was out of contract, had no service plan, and I used it to piggyback wi-fi near libraries, McDonalds and other hotspots. Why sell my only nice thing for the equivalent of a few meals and bus passes when afterwards I would still be homeless and now without internet access? Instead I ate food from shelters and homeless feeds and dumpsters and maintained my contact with the rest of the world via my only life line - a secondhand iPhone.

avianna:

spookyelric:

stewieismyhomeboy:

blissy-leaves:

getoutofthewelfaretag:

thegodlessatheist:

Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.

Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.

You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.

We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance.

My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me.

He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs.

For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas.

Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game.

He was so happy.

Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me.

The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us.

My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person.

Because of fucking people like you OP.

Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge.

So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others.

You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.

^^

This story made me want to cry. I know exactly what that’s like. The difference is, I worked hard and made my own spending money. I grew up an only child so I started working quite illegally at 10 doing odd jobs for old people. Other kids always tore me down for not having the newest and “coolest” shit. My mom was a single parent and we barely made it with welfare help. My dad didn’t pay child support most of the time or give a shit.

Most electronics or toys I had were some form of gift or Christmas donation to the poor type of thing.

It breaks my heart all the time people have to go through this. Especially kids. Privileged pieces of shit need to reevaluate their lives and maybe you know, help someone, or help some children for Christmas/ the holiday season. Doesn’t have to be toys even. Gift cards and clothes help too. Or adopt a family.

OMG! The stories above me!

I was picked on too because I was poor. When my mom went through her divorce from my dead beat father, she was working 3 jobs and because of paying the babysitter and not having time we used to eat out. And by we, I mean myself and my sister. My mom would watch. Literally watch us eat while she snacked on hand outs at one of her jobs.

One Christmas, my future stepdad (who was only dating my mom for a month of so) bought me a Gameboy. Here we were, my mom to proud for food stamps, eating a Christmas meal provided by the local church in a house we were moving out of because we couldn’t afford it and I had a brand new Game Boy and a Speedy Gonzolaz game.

Not nearly as riveting a story as the girl above me, but after that point in my life I never look twice at people who have nothing, who happen to own something of value.

When I was homeless and living on the streets, I had an iPhone. Why?

The better question is, why would I sell it? It was out of contract, had no service plan, and I used it to piggyback wi-fi near libraries, McDonalds and other hotspots. Why sell my only nice thing for the equivalent of a few meals and bus passes when afterwards I would still be homeless and now without internet access? Instead I ate food from shelters and homeless feeds and dumpsters and maintained my contact with the rest of the world via my only life line - a secondhand iPhone.

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jfc why won’t everyone let me be ugly in peace

Feb 20. 0 Notes.

"Most people on food stamps work full time. They work full time but they don’t have enough money to pay for food for their kids. So really, in some ways, food stamps are about a business subsidy because it allows low wage business workers to… feed their families and continue working. But we call it charity, or the Republicans call it charity. They want to cut food stamps so badly that every church, synagogue, mosque, house of worship in the United States—every single one—[would] have to raise an additional $50,000 every year for ten years to replace what he wants to cut. It’s not gonna happen. It’s not gonna work. "

Sister Simone Campbell [x]

I like how she articulates the simple financial impossibility of religious organizations being able to replace government aid. I’d like to add that, of course, there are so many people who have trouble receiving aid from religious institutions because they’re LGBT and/or non-religious or have a fraught relationship to religion… aid is a human right—and, as she points out, a business subsidy as well as a subsidy to food companies—which people should be able to receive in a secular setting.

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truetranssoulrebel:

GOOD NEWS, PUNKS: these three designs are now available for you to own as patches. do you want to help support a struggling trans person and stand in solidarity with one of modern punk’s most iconic women AT THE SAME TIME? sew ‘em to your vest, stick ‘em on your bag, attach them to your dog’s sweater, drape ‘em over a dead cop - the possibilities are endless.

HOW DO I GET ONE?! i hear you cry at your computer screen. it’s easy: i’m giving them away as a thank-you gift to anyone who donates to my paypal to help me raise money for top surgery. i am living in some fairly shitty financial conditions (i.e. i make less than $9,000 a year), and since my surgeon has raised her prices, i need to collect $7,500 in order to have this surgery. at present, that amount also happens to equal the amount of debt i am in, thanks to student loans and the credit card i was living off of before maxing it out. but enough about me, let’s talk about how we get you hooked up with one of these radical patches:

1. DECIDE HOW MUCH MONEY YOU WANT TO GIVE MY ASS. any donation greater than the cost of the stamp i’ll be putting on your envelope will get you the patch of your choice.

2. DONATE THAT AMOUNT TO MY PAYPAL (fantasticplayroom@gmail.com) AS A GIFT. “why ‘as a gift’,” you ask? if you send money through paypal for goods, services or any other reason aside from “gift”, paypal deducts fees. i’m assuming you worked hard to earn your money, and it seems shady that all of the money you’re kind enough to donate doesn’t go where you told it to, but rather to a “convenience” fee (whose “convenience” exactly, paypal? you fuckin’ rats).

3. INCLUDE A NOTE, LETTING ME KNOW WHICH PATCH YOU’RE INTERESTED IN. donations over $8 will get two patches, and donations over $12 will get all three. it might also help to slip me your address somewhere along the line, yanno. so you can actually get your patch.

AND THAT’S ALL. have any friends that might be interested? spread the word and help me out.

OR, are you the most DIY person you know and see other possibilities for these swank designs? donate $1 to my paypal and i’ll email you a high-res stencil of the design of your choice, and you can do whatever you’d like with them: tag a building, tattoo it on your best friend’s calf, or even make a BIGGER patch. go crazy.

Nov 27. 65 Notes.

i swear on everything ever

if i hear one more person say it’s easier to dig a hole than build a pole, i will avada kedavra you into nonexistence DO NOT TEST ME

Nov 27. 0 Notes.

homorobotica:

margaretmoony:

bedbugsbiting:

jalwhite:

TW: POLICE BRUTALITY

deafmuslimpunx:

foreverliberal:

Justice for Deaf Woman Tasered and Jailed by Police!

Lashonn White is a deaf woman who called 911 after being attacked in her apartment. Instead of being helped, Tacoma police tasered her and put her in jail for 60 hours without an interpreter.

Two police officers were dispatched who had been told that she is deaf. She ran outside to meet them, and immediately, Officer Koskovich tasered her in her rib and stomach. Because of the fall, she suffered heavy bleeding from her knuckles, injuries to her cheek, chin, ribs, neck, and arms, and swelling on the right side of her face. 

Then they handcuffed her — she was incredibly confused as to why she was under arrest, and couldn’t talk to the officers because they don’t know sign language. Koskovich said that he had yelled for White to stop, but she had ignored him, when she actually couldn’t hear him. 

Please tell the Tacoma Police Department that all officers need to receive training concerning disabled individuals and to do a full investigation of the incident. Get justice for Lashonn White! 

Sign the petition here. Sources are here and here for more information. 

— Brittany 

She is also BLACK. Please note that deaf black people have been harassed and threatened many more times than white deaf people. Maybe if she was white, this would have never happened. FUCK THE POLICE.

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feurety:

wickedclothes:

Creative Cursing

Have you ever had one of those moments when you just can’t think of an appropriate insult? Lucky for you, we’ve got the perfect solution! Sold on FredFlare.

i think i need this

this is an exact model of how my mind works and why I sound ridiculous in real life

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skagerak:

bad-mojo and I
classy as fuck

i was like, “that kind of looks like ivan…that’s not ivan…”
and then it was

skagerak:

bad-mojo and I

classy as fuck

i was like, “that kind of looks like ivan…that’s not ivan…”

and then it was

(Source: psychedelis, via bad-mojo)

Jul 23. 45 Notes.
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