Let’s leave this here.
As these “facts” come out, it doesn’t even matter any more. People don’t care about the truth. They see Black people as thugs deserving of death, nothing will change their mind.
If this even goes to trial, the jury will look just like Trayvon Martin’s (jury of peers my ass).
How can you even have discussions with people who don’t care about facts. These same people profess have morals and their bankrupt.
Darren Wilson could literally say he’s guilty and people would still not believe him and think he had every right to kill Mike Brown.
This is a very serious disease* so I gladly accept the “bucket challenge”
*My heart goes out to all those who struggle with ALS but I am, of course, talking about the disease of apathy. If (and hopefully when) Michael Brown’s killer is brought to justice and convicted of 1st degree murder, it still won’t prevent this from happening again. We cannot accept this as the status quo. We MUST continue the fight at the ballot box, in the media and by working to create systemic change. I’m not naive to the dirty politics (redistricting, voter ID requirements, etc) that will try to prevent us from our goal. But I refuse to give up hope. My “bullet bucket challenge” is not about pointing fingers and it’s not about being angry. Every shell casing in that bucket represents the life of someone who fought and died in the goal for civil rights and human dignity. As a member of law enforcement (yes I really am a reserve sheriff) I will not stand idly by while others violate civil and human rights under the cover of authority and I will insist that other good cops rise to the same standard as well. As a black man I will demand more from myself and my community. I will not allow outsiders to co-opt our struggle in order to commit violence in our name. I’m challenging my outrage into action so I no longer feel powerless. It’s not about black or white. It’s not about rich or poor. It’s about us vs. them. There are more of us — from all races, genders and identities — then there will ever be of them. And we will be victorious”
"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality"
Jeez, I’m the first to say that what’s happening in Ferguson is terrible, that USAmerican society has a hug problem with racism, guns and cops and that these morons should remember they’re not cow-boys in the West. I’m the first to say there needs to be justice for Michael Brown and all black people gunned down by trigger happy cops.
But Orlando Jones isn’t the only one to have talked about the ASL challenge and twisted it to make it about Ferguson, and this is some plain disrespectful shit here. It’s basically a big fuck you to all the people who struggle with a barely known disease. It’s like “Oh you’re dying and suffering? You want funds to help fighting this disease? Well we’re hurt too so we’re gonna steal the light.”
They could do anything else, but no, let’s shit on sick people, they have it easy after all, black people are more important than disabled people.
You do realize that there are disabled black people, right? You do realize that disabled black people are being killed too, right? That disabled black people are being harassed by cops too, right?
Or did you think black people with disabilities get a pass on police harassment?
Have a seat.
I so love this, and will be disappointed if every Whedonverse discussion didn’t come to this conclusion.
I Have A Confession: I Don’t Get Emoji
As someone who has passionately studied every new communications trend that has been influenced by technology, I have a confession: I don’t get emoji. Beyond a winking emoticon to tell people my rude comment was a joke, I don’t see the point in the million variations of these things and I have no clue what they mean.
Maybe I’ve finally just finally reached the crusty old cynic stage of life, but I have no interested in understanding it and I suspect it will go the way of l33t (or 1337 if you prefer).
Again, I’m willing to admit that my age could leave me disconnected from this trend, but even my teenage kids don’t use it. Someone please explain it to me.
I blinked at my phone, fighting simultaneous urges to hurl my phone across the room in anger and cry. Later that day, someone texted me my address — telling me they’d “See me when I least expected it.”
I haven’t been out to my car at night by myself since January 2nd.
My name is Brianna Wu. I lead a development studio that makes games. Sometimes, I write about issues in the games industry that relate to the equality of women. My reward is that I regularly have men threatening to rape and commit acts of violence against me.
Wesley Lowery reporting from Ferguson on Monday 8/19: https://twitter.com/WesleyLowery
At the library, I overheard a teen boy talking on his cell phone:
I’m at the mall, mom.
I’m in a store.
It’s a very quiet store.
I’m in the back of the store, I don’t want to be too loud.
It’s a sports store.
I’ll be home soon, bye.”