animentality:

That’s at least partly due to the Taft-Hartley Act. In addition to banning practices like Closed Shop (all workers at a unionized location must be union) and requiring Union leaders to file affidavits with the government swearing that they are not members of the Communist Party, it also outlawed solidarity strikes, meaning that one union cannot go on strike simply to support another union, but must have its own demands for its own company. It even outlawed actions like secondary boycotts – which was basically a union from one company calling for a boycott of another company’s products in support of that company’s union.

In fact, Taft-Hartley is just a maze of regulations that theoretically allowed Unions to become more a part of mainstream business, but did so largely by restricting the most powerful tools in the union’s arsenal. The vast majority of Taft-Hartley is about protecting corporations and investors from unions.

iridessence:

batwynn:

animentality:

This actively happened in my lifetime, and I’m in my 30s. A lot of us experienced it in real time and no one stopped it. No one helped us.

When I was 16 we would hang out outside and inside the library. We ranged from a group of 20 to a group of 3-4 people on any given day, because us 16 year olds also hung out with whatever other kid was around the area. (Mostly younger siblings and then their friends.) We never did anything wrong, never mind illegal. We were never loud in the library and were always polite to the staff. We sometimes got a little loud outside on the street when there was some contest thing going on, but not very often. We mostly hung out and talked about stuff going on in our lives.

Then one day someone called the cops on us.

And the cops showed up all ready angry, then started yelling at us for doing nothing. They couldn’t even come up with a real reason to be there yelling at us, other than to demand to know if we were a ‘gang’. When one of my friends started crying, I turned to tell her that it would be ok. The cop grabbed me, screamed at me to not look away when he was talking to me, then demand I get in the cop car and go down to the station. It took almost an hour for my mother to find out where I was because I didn’t have a cellphone at the time and the cops had just fucking kidnapped me. For comforting a friend while they screamed at us. And you know what happened?

We never hung out like that again. None of us. We all got banned from the library for a year. Again, all of this for literally no reason. They told us we were ‘misbehaving’ for simply hanging around outside being kids. And then we had no where to go. Some of those kids were forced back into their abusive homes. I literally never saw half of them again. Ever. And I lived in that town for several years after that.

So, yeah. They just started kicking us out from the outside years ago and not a single adult or group of adults gave a shit.

@batwynn so sorry you suffered through that.

This is especially toxic for younger folks, who are left without a place to build community and friendships, and it’s an expansion of a larger platform that sees people in America left with nowhere that they are allowed to exist without first paying somebody for the right. Many cities no longer have benches or, if they are available, they are in places that are out in the open sun and are frequently designed in such a way that sitting for a long time is uncomfortable. Park spaces are often patrolled. The staff of the public library in my home town actively campaigned against having a security guard for their premises because the library is supposed to be available for all – they wound up having one hired on anyway because the library board felt there were too many homeless people using the library as a place to rest where there was air conditioning. 

And younger people bear the brunt of this because older people “have some place to be.” Many of us have a job to go to, or we can hang out in a waiting room if we’re getting our car repaired, or we can just head home (if we are not currently unhoused). But young people have large stretches of the year where they don’t have a specific place that they need to be – but they also have nowhere they can go. And older people – who built this world in which there are no places to exist freely – know that young people should be out having experiences and making friends. They know that young people should be enjoying a life before they have to plunge into a daily routine of work and obligation. But they don’t recognize that the adults have created a world where youth is criminalized. So they just… blame the young for not doing what they should be doing, instead of looking into why.

ladyshinga:

Originally posted by xkrabatx

Actual footage from the latest AMPTP meeting.

thearomanticsnake:

Welcome back to its really hot and I’m going to murder someone

dduane:

bisexualshakespeare:

myclutteredbookshelf:

forthegothicheroine:

Finding out that Jim Henson approached Stephen Sondheim to make a partially-puppet movie of Into the Woods and that a table read included Cher as the witch, Robin Williams and Goldie Hawn as the Baker and his Wife, Kyle MacLachlan as Cinderella’s Prince and Steve Martin as the Wolf has sent me into mourning for this timeline.

For those wondering if this is true, Sondheim himself discusses this in his book Look, I Made a Hat: Collected Lyrics (1981-2011).

He even wrote two songs for the film: a re-write of the Prologue and a duet for the Baker and his Wife called “Rainbows.”

[ID: several photos of a book with excerpts highlighted. They reads: In 1995 Columbia Pictures and Jim Henson approached James and me with a plan to make a movie of the show, using Henson creatures as the animals. A script was written by Low- ell Ganz and Babaloo Mandel, and two readings were held in Los Angeles, fol- lowed shortly by one of those periodic studio shake-ups where a new platoon of executives replaces the old one, eager to throw out all projects begun before their arrival in order to demonstrate the freshness of their re- thinking. The readings, therefore, were as far as the production went. I wrote two songs for the project before the axe descended, however. (/end highlight)

The opening number would have been this:
The camera looks down onto a small, charming storybook village from centuries ago. It swoops around and finally down behind the royal palace and into the village streets.

Stop taking away our rainbow, Don’t tell me it’s all in vain. Why would you expect a rainbow? I think you enjoy the pain.
You chip away long enough At every dream we’ve made, Things soon will go wrong enough That more than dreams are going to fade.
Don’t say they just last a minute, That rainbows are only air Don’t tell me there’s nothing in it- We’ve got to have hopes to share.
The longer we love each other, More and more it seems
Love isn’t enough.
We need some dreams.

(highlight) The first reading of the movie script had, among others. Martin Short as the Baker, Julia Louis-Dreyfus as the Wife, Neil Patrick Harris as Jack, Mary Steenburgen as his Mother, Kathy Najimy as Florinda, Janeane Garofalo as Lucinda, Cynthia Gibb as Cinderella, Rob Lowe as her Prince, Christine Lahti as the Witch, Daryl Hannah as Rapunzel and Michael Jeter as the Giant.

The second reading was even more star-studded: Robin Williams (the Baker), Goldie Hawn (the Wife), Cher (the Witch), Carrie Fisher (Lucinda), Bebe Neuwirth (Florinda), Moira Kelly (Cinderella), Kyle MacLachlan (Cin- derella’s Prince), Brendan Fraser (Rapunzel’s Prince), Elijah Wood (Jack). Roseanne Barr (Jack’s Mother), Danny DeVito (the Giant) and Steve Martin (the Wolf). All that and Jim Henson, too.
I wish… /end ID]

…dear gods.

Some people obsess over how Jodorowsky’s Dune would have turned out. This is what haunts my daydreams.

sinksanksockie2:

secondlina:

tattooedzombigirl:

theman:

beardedmrbean:

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

w-what if potato is actually lucky

zonaisona:

ripleyandweeds:

technicallyoneofakind:

zonaisona:

you cannot write an invader zim creepypasta. anything you write will just sound like a normal episode of the show

They’re right, you know.

listen when a show has the cliche lost episode creepypasta plots of ‘character mutilates all the other characters’ and ‘main character dies horribly’ you can’t do anything else

@zeltereblog gets it

The Invader Zim lost episode creepypasta is about Zim inviting Dib on a picnic that’s perfectly wonderful and a nice time is had by all and nothing bad happens.

The second segment is Gaz has a tea party with all of her favorite video games. Like, the actual cartridges sitting in little toy chairs around the table. The gingerbread is a little bit dry.

…

Nope. Still sounds like an episode they could have made.

wilwheaton:

socialjusticeinamerica:

“Greatest country on Earth” is such a fucking lie. America is a hellscape.

For reference, here’s the original story – and it’s just horrible on so many levels.

A store employee confronted the man after he was told that someone was behind the closed meat counter, packing their own steaks. The 70 year-old man later said he “showed his gun, ‘Just to say I’m not stealing. I need you here to help me to get a couple of these steaks. I’m not going to hurt you.‘“

The employee’s memory of the event is that the man actually pushed the gun into his throat, at which point, the employee says, “I decided to comply.”

When the police arrived at the store and removed the gun-toting amateur butcher from his truck, the officer asked him why he thought the police might have been called after he had threatened an employee with a gun, to which he replied, “I don’t know. I have no idea.”

Now, I’m not a gun person. But even I know that the vast majority of gun safety trainings will tell you that the first rule of gun safety is that you never point a gun at something unless you are prepared to destroy it. And it seems there are a lot of “responsible gun owners” who never learned that first point.

derinthescarletpescatarian:

thebelovedlion:

derinthescarletpescatarian:

theknightlywolfe:

findingfeather:

lemon-badgeress:

stele3:

pa-pa-plasma:

ajarofpickledtears:

birdsareblooming:

dacavendishtime:

birdsareblooming:

zarabithia:

utah-mountain-drifter:

jooshthepunished:

mr-system-of-a-downer:

trojanhorse8-2:

supreme-leader-stoat:

trojanhorse8-2:

bohemiandragoness:

whencartoonsruletheworld:

did i tell u guys i got into an argument on twitter bc i said foxes are dogs and someone tried to bring up their actual fuckin. classification or whatever and i just said “foxes are dogs cause they are fluffye” and they kept arguing with me. the entire time i was like “you will not survive the immigration to tumblr you are lucky we are not there right now”

This is especially funny because they aren’t even right. Foxes *ARE* dogs.

No they aren’t.

yes they are. because they are fluffye.

OK yes they are.

Dog

Dog

Different family, but same order as @pictures-of-dogs

No, they are the same family. They are the same kingdom, phylum, order and family. They separate at the genus.

They’re a dog.

yeah they’re fluffye

theyre literally not dogs theyre not even fluffy. can we get science tumblr over hear or what!?

checkmate athiests

fluffye

okay but they literally are dogs, for those who are confused

If foxes are dogs, then so are wolves, coyotes, dingoes, jackals, and several other extant and extinct species.

Behold! A dog.

of course it’s a dog you buffoon. it’s fluffye.

Why on earth would someone think “BUT IF THEY’RE DOGS SO AR -”

Like yes of course wolves are dogs, where have you been. Jackals are excellent doggies! So are coyotes. Why is this confusing.

I love that this is literally two completely different arguments running simultaneously.

That guy up there who said they’re not even fluffy was thinking of sharks

sharks are also dogs. ravenous water dogs, but still dogs

Sharks can NOT be dogs they are SMOOTH

BEHOLD! A SHARK.

what-even-is-thiss:

darkgreymutedpurple:

micro-usb-deactivated20230625:

Americans love to talk about stuff like prison guards going to schools and making speeches to scare 3rd graders as if it’s the most normal thing in the world

Street smarts etc etc

You think that’s as American as it gets? We had a cop who would literally come visit us once a week in his uniform, toting along a little teddy bear and once a year bringing a car with him that had been rigged up to “talk” to the kids. And this cop’s sole job was to inform us that drugs – ANY drugs – would absolutely KILL US DEAD, and if we did not die immediately we would wind up IN PRISON for the rest of our lives, so DON’T DO THEM, KIDS and also here’s a heroin junkie’s rig that I confiscated last week, isn’t that cool? Now sit down and color this sheet – it has a picture of an evil, anthropomorphic heroin needle being rejected by some cool-ass kids.

When we got out of elementary school and on into middle school, we had a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT cop who had exactly the same job ONLY HE WORE A GUN WHEN HE CAME TO TALK TO US. And he had lots of “I’m not sayin’, but I’m sayin’“ lines that he would toss out whenever he started talking about what our lives were going to be like in prison after he, himself, busted us for having drugs.

When we got to high school, we had a THIRD, COMPLETELY DIFFERENT COP. This one didn’t come once a week to talk to us about drugs – he had an office in the school, he was there every day, and he would patrol the halls with his gun on one hip and his canister of pepper spray on the other. Once a week in health class he would come in not to talk to us about the evils of drugs, but rather to let us know that ANYTHING WE DID OUT OF LINE, he would be there to take us down. He told us often under what circumstances he could use his gun on-campus (basically “Any time I decide you’re a threat”) and he had slightly LESS euphemistic things to say about what the big men in prisons would do to tiny little teenagers like us IF and WHEN this cop PERSONALLY ARRESTED US and testified against us in court.

You might wonder what major American city I grew up in where I went to a public school that had such major discipline and crime concerns.

It was a small, mostly-rural community with an aging population and a lot of agriculture in the surrounding area. Exactly the kind of place where news shows like to shoot b-roll that accompanies voice-overs about “sleepy little towns” and “the real heart of America” whenever they want to imply that people in major urban centers – who represent the largest portion of the American population – are somehow “not real Americans.”