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Are you Scripture? Because you moveth me in sundry places.
The ultimate Anglican pick up line, courtesy of Twitchuponathread (via anglo-catholic)

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I have so many feelings today.

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ameliated:

bad-dominicana:

skepticamongthefaithful:

kemetically-afrolatino:

source 1; source 2; source 3; source 4; source 5

WELP.


Stop what you are doing.
Read those.
Right now.
I’ll wait.
If you don’t want to read, I’ll explain the key bullet points, but please read them afterwords:
This is not “we didn’t protect him enough.”
This is not “the government screwed up some random detail or accidentally let his killer loose.”
The 111th Military Intelligence had a team taking pictures of his balcony during the assassination.
They brought in a Special Forces 8-Man Sniper Team from the 20th.
Memphis Police withdrew their regular protection detail from him.
A jury of 12 people, six black and six white, found the United States Government guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.
YOUR GOVERNMENT. MY GOVERNMENT. THE GOVERNMENT OF, BY, AND FOR THE PEOPLE, SHOT AND KILLED DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING. And the media never reported the case.
MLK was ASSASSINATED. By a government YOU PAY FOR.
I hate those posts where someone tries to pressure you into reblogging. I almost never ask you to reblog.
This shit is important.
Reblog this. I don’t care what kind of blog you have. I don’t care what you normally talk about.
Reblog this.

ameliated:

bad-dominicana:

skepticamongthefaithful:

kemetically-afrolatino:

source 1; source 2; source 3; source 4; source 5

WELP.

Stop what you are doing.

Read those.

Right now.

I’ll wait.

If you don’t want to read, I’ll explain the key bullet points, but please read them afterwords:

This is not “we didn’t protect him enough.”

This is not “the government screwed up some random detail or accidentally let his killer loose.”

The 111th Military Intelligence had a team taking pictures of his balcony during the assassination.

They brought in a Special Forces 8-Man Sniper Team from the 20th.

Memphis Police withdrew their regular protection detail from him.

A jury of 12 people, six black and six white, found the United States Government guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.

YOUR GOVERNMENT. MY GOVERNMENT. THE GOVERNMENT OF, BY, AND FOR THE PEOPLE, SHOT AND KILLED DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING. And the media never reported the case.

MLK was ASSASSINATED. By a government YOU PAY FOR.

I hate those posts where someone tries to pressure you into reblogging. I almost never ask you to reblog.

This shit is important.

Reblog this. I don’t care what kind of blog you have. I don’t care what you normally talk about.

Reblog this.

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I’ve thought a long time about what would be useful to the homeless. We need public toilets. Not filthy portapotties, but proper restrooms that are private and clean. We need safe places to sleep. Capsule hotels, which are found in Tokyo and some other places in the world, would be most excellent. The rooms should be very cheap, and I mean five bucks is too much. They should be subsidized, and there should be twice as many as there is a demand for them. They should be extremely secure, and you should be allowed to stay for as long as you want. We need showers. Safe, secure, single occupancy showers. Those are answers that would help people.

If cities want us off the streets, they should offer these alternatives. They would be cheap and easy.

Teen runaways who declare that they are without guardianship should not be treated as criminals, and should not be compelled to live a criminal life. They should be issued cards which confer the right to work upon them. Forget child labor laws. They have a perverse outcome, effectively forcing children to become prostitutes, drug dealers, and thieves. Emancipation should be an on-demand right for all children.

Get rid of laws which forbid sleep. Who are you kidding? Those laws contribute to the meth problem in this country. Those laws destroy lives.

You want to solve problems? Homeless people have problems, they are not the problem. Don’t treat them as something that needs a cure.



A little help?

Alright Tumblr friends, I have a request:

I’m helping to give a workshop at an upcoming church conference on gender differences and how to properly welcome and advocate for trans* students. I should note that the idea that this workshop should be given was motivated by the fact that when I went to register for it, it required me to input my “gender” and then gave two options: “male” and “female.”

I’m pretty tired of navigating well-meaning but non-binary-erasing church spaces. I’m also tired of the way people talk about trans* folks around me and to me. So I want to teach these lovely, good-hearted, progressive Christians that gender and sex binaries are useless. That they shouldn’t out even the most vocal of their trans* students without explicit permission. That the way we talk is important.

Anyone have any resources? Any infographics or diagrams? (I’m thinking of the genderbread person and how problematic it is and wishing there were something as straight-forward but more nuanced and accurate.)

Any help, whether in resource form, brainstorming assistance, or if you just want to tell a story of something related, all welcome things.

Thank you kindly.


Well, we scrub up quite nicely, eh?

Well, we scrub up quite nicely, eh?


I did not need to know how easy it was for me to make my own french fries in the oven.

I ate four potatoes tonight.

Help.


chrishardingsblog:

“The cooking song of the potato is *scream* ‘EEEEEEEEEEEEEE’!!!!!!”

-Logancito.

 

Serious cooking in the Berkeley House.

Don’t judge me; I was overexcited about learning how convection ovens work.


teacakes:

ARE YOU EVEN DOWN WITH HILDEGARD OF BINGEN?

DO YOU PRAISE THE BEAUTY OF PLANTS THROUGH SONG?

COMMIT TO GREENERY THROUGH BLESSED VISIONS 

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Birthday shenanigans at The  White Horse.

Birthday shenanigans at The White Horse.


I accidentally got the communion bread a little too toasty.

I accidentally got the communion bread a little too toasty.