SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH IN A PILE OF BULLSHIT

Saying what needs to be said,
or echoing it if someone said it better.

Pointing out the evils of the world is easy.
Figuring out how to fix them... THAT'S THE DREAM.

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nappynomad:

socialjusticekoolaid:

The Ferguson City Council convened for the first time since Mike Brown’s death, and proved that they literally give no fucks about what the community has to say. Added to their vague, paltry proposed reforms, seems real change will have to come in Ferguson via the ballot box. I don’t care where you live folks— let this be a lesson in voting/participating in your local elections and government! #staywoke #farfromover 

My people getting it!

(via b3film)

nilpholan:

My colleague and I went up to Syracuse earlier this month to talk with the US National Guard and Air Force about the drone program being run out of Syracuse’s Hancock Airport.

The base denies that killings are carried out with their drones, and won’t disclose the identities of drone pilots, who go to work, fly in a combat zone overseas, and then get home on time for dinner.

Protestors are dealt with very harshly, and the military manipulates the law in order to repel and even incarcerate them, though their demonstrations are peaceful. Here’s the video, and the little write-up can be found here.

Citizens of Ferguson speaking out about how they’re treated, and how systemic racism starts working against black children and their futures before they’re even teenagers. 

Even at age twelve I could tell that Jimmy Carter was an honest man trying to address complicated issues and Ronald Reagan was a brilcreemed salesman telling people what they wanted to hear. I secretly wept on the stairs the night he was elected President, because I understood that the kind of shitheads I had to listen to in the cafeteria grew up to become voters, and won. I spent the eight years he was in office living in one of those science-fiction movies where everyone is taken over by aliens—I was appalled by how stupid and mean-spirited and repulsive the world was becoming while everyone else in America seemed to agree that things were finally exactly as they should be. The Washington Press corps was so enamored of his down-to-earth charm that they never checked his facts, but if you watched his face when it was at rest, when he wasn’t performing for anyone, you could see him for what he really was—a black-eyed, slit-mouthed, lizard-faced old son-of-a-bitch. He was a bad actor, an informer for McCarthy, and a hired front man for a gang of Texas oilmen, fundamentalist dingbats, and right-wing psychotics out of Dr. Strangelove. He put a genial face on chauvanism, callousness, and greed, and made people feel good about being bigots again. He likened Central American death squads to our founding fathers and called the Taliban “freedom fighters.” His legacy includes the dismantling of Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal, the final dirty win of Management over Labor, the outsourcing of America’s manufacturing base, the embezzlement of almost all the country’s wealth by 1% of its citizens, the scapegoating of the poor and black, the War on Drugs, the eviction of schizophrenics into the streets, AIDS, acid rain, Iran-Contra, and, let’s not forget, the corpses of two hundred forty United States Marines. He moved the center of political discourse in this country to somewhere in between Richard Nixon and Augusto Pinochet. He believed in astrology and Armageddon and didn’t know the difference between history and movies; his stories were lies and his jokes were scripted. He was the triumph of image over truth, paving the way for even more vapid spokesmodels like George W. Bush. He was, as everyone agrees, exactly what he appeared to be—nothing. He made me ashamed to be an American. If there was any justice in this world his Presidential Library would contain nothing but boys’ adventure books and bad cowboy movies, and the only things named after him would be shopping malls and Potter’s Fields. Let the earth where he is buried be seeded with salt.

bringtheruckuss:

Ferguson swine wanted to play army but cry like infants when their targets start shooting back.

DJ SYSTEMIC RACISM IN THA BUILDIN

DJ SYSTEMIC RACISM IN THA BUILDIN

annnnnnnnnd we’re doneeee

annnnnnnnnd we’re doneeee

The police say it’s no longer a peaceful protest, and then act like that’s not a fight they started. Adorable.