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Jacq Gamache
drop seeds not bombs
drop seeds not bombs
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somewhere between 50 and 200 civilians killed

The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face? We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.

~Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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"societies don't oppress women, or privilege men... [feminists] are about giving women the advantages of being a man without any of the costs, and about removing the costs of a being a woman without giving up any of the advantages."
#taliban #afghanistan #china #mrm #avfm  

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How can facebook censor this meme, yet deny a request to censor a blatantly misandric community, which literally calls itself Misandry United?
An article on AVFM points out how "in many cases where women kill, ideologues from the domestic violence grievance industry attach themselves to the case and move to aletr public opinion and judicial outcome to paint the perpetrator as a victim;" and this article is being censored too! I'll be surprised if I can even post this link:

You heard it hear first:
Critique feminism? not allowed
joke about it? not allowed

Hate all men? A OKAY!

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Do you remember those candy cigarettes? They seem to have disappeared recently. All I know is that my brother and I both partook in the delightful sugar sticks (I guess now I'd call them cancer sticks too), and we both smoked the real things for several years as adults. I'm nearly free of that addiction now, but I sure hope I'm not still addicted to grains and sugar twenty years from now! Last weekend, despite lecturing the family on my newly learned nutrition guidelines, I fell off the no wheat/sugar/seed oil wagon. Easter - plus the week that followed - turned into one massive cheat day...

"And planning for 'cheat days' makes just as much sense as a weekly Marlboro red for ex-smokers or the odd line of coke once in a while after you have left Hazelden. If you’re not as evil as the tobacco company or as cynical as the candy company, are you still unconsciously the kid at school sharing cigarette –shaped treats with his playmates at recess?

Are you nurturing the seed of the dominant industrial agriculture-based dietary paradigm, an unconscious conscript in the sugar-is-innocent-and-fat-is-evil reserve army?

If you are a vector for cultural change, which way is the arrow pointing?

Wear your Real Food Uniform.

Active Duty.

Fly your freak-flag high.

Say no to the cake."

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I always wanted to think that I was an alien. I used to think when I was young that I was adopted by my mother because they found me and a space ship left me off. I was from a different planet. I wanted to be from a different planet really bad. Every night I used to talk to my real parents and my real family in the skies. I knew that there were thousands of other alien babies dropped off and they're all over the place and I've met quite a few of 'em. It's just something that I've always liked to toy with, with my mind. It was really fun to pretend that y'know. There's some special reason for me to be here and I feel really homesick all the time. So does... so do the other aliens and I only have a chance to come across like a handful of other aliens throughout the rest of my life. Eventually one day we'll find out what we're supposed to do. 

Kurt Cobain

(from the documentary About a Son)
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