Allen took the hammock down. Poor me (Taken with instagram)

williamlhart:

Keeping this swag is also tough

robertreich:

You can’t fight something with nothing. But as long as Democrats refuse to talk about the almost unprecedented buildup of income, wealth, and power at the top – and the refusal of the super-rich to pay their fair share of the nation’s bills – Republicans will convince people it’s all about…

kittyradio:

(@02: 26) It’s incredibly sad, to come back to my country - I’ve just been in Ireland, where people are fighting, desperately fighting, for women to have the right to choose if they wanna have an abortion or not. I come back here, and I say, we’ve worked for thousands of years to have some kind of independance… and you see it slipping through your hands — because the truth is, this is not about children… and when you strip away all the layers and you get to the seed, this is not about children. If it were, these people would go to the sewers in Columbia, they’d go to the AIDs wards, there’re millions of babies, they’re thrown out like trash on the streets like cabbage. Nobody cares about the children once they’re on the planet, they don’t care. They walk around with guns and blow each other up, they have no food, they have nothin’ - nobody cares about that. This is not about children. This is about having control over a woman’s sexuality. And some women don’t wanna claim that power because they feel ashamed, they feel guilty, they’re torn of love and lust… Christianity is nothing, absolutely nothing to do with that. Nothing. And it saddens me because these people, the anti-choice people, could be doing so much for the children that are on the planet. This is not about the children. And I refuse to play that game… because one has to analyse, one must look at what an issue is about - and that’s not what it’s about, and it really comes down to that… and everybody’s bought it.

— Tori Amos / WPVI TV 6 / 1992

This morning I laid in bed listening to him eat pumpkin bread off the counter…his little claws scratching the parchment paper.

When it was time to get ready for work, I stood at the bedroom door and yelled, “I’m coming OUUUUT!!!” and stomped my way into the bathroom.

Normal life when you have a squirrel roommate.

Allen called to report that he “left the window open” today, in hopes that the little dude will walk out as quietly and easily as he walked in.  Something tells me this is wishful thinking.  I mean, what squirrel WOULDN’T want to live with us?

It throws me the way that Allen acts like this is Life as Normal…and how my response is then to ACCEPT it as Life as Normal.  To holler to the squirrel that I’m coming out…so he can go hide under the fridge while I make my lunch for the day.

portraitsofprogress:

“kill one, call it murder
kill thousands, call it foreign policy”

fuckyeahmiddleeast:

farhaaan:

Protesters stopped an army officer from shooting himself. Cairo, Egypt.

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Actually, you translated this incorrectly.

Thanks to Raisa, I’ve been informed that:

”..the protester went to the feet of the soldier and asked him to help protect them from Mubarak’s thugs and the soldier is crying because he said that he can’t because he was not given the orders to.”

Please translate correctly. Miscommunications can lead to false information. Like the caption under the photo.