Zionist Israelis settlers are performing one of the most visceral acts of psychic sadism; through the cannibalization of the Palestinian collective call to liberation, they are again finding destructive ways to add to the disappearing of the Palestian population, as “there” human beings. It wants to foreclose the Palestinian imagination about its own liberation by turning it into a thinly veiled genocidal threat. AND IT ISN’T A FUCKING SLOGAN.
gotta say its interesting growing up & through cultural osmosis seeing donald trump as the pinnacle of american greed, decadence, and corruption. not a person but an empty symbol of capital. and then i become an adult and he’s running for president in the first 3 elections im legally allowed to vote in
For real though he was a human punchline EVERYONE ridiculed! Republicans hated him! He was just another smug big city left-leaner to them!! His entire fame everywhere was like an “uggggh not this tacky bastard again,” like even the people who liked him basically liked him from an almost comic relief villain angle, like the heel wrestler of CEO’s, a gaudy trainwreck, most often referenced to make fun of his hairstyle than almost anything else?!
People too young to have been really aware of him before his political crusade cannot imagine how deranged this all feels. Imagine like a family guy character or an angry abrasive YouTube persona running for president and instantly half of America suddenly decides this meme was always a glorious visionary christ figure they would both die and kill for.
Deeply annoyed when I see a post or video from a Palestinian person and the comments are all “what do I dooooo? Omg this is sad but we have no power!!” DO WHAT YOU CAN! My God, stand the fuck up and do what you can! There are people treating the ill and injured with limited medical supplies, there are people losing their livelihoods to speak up; there are people digging barehanded through the rubble for survivors, remains!!! You are not powerless, and this insistence that you are is exactly why nothing gets done!
and very, very often, self care is not plants and ice rollers and fluffy blankets of peace.
it’s standing over your kitchen sink and crying while doing the dishes because you just want to go back to bed but the dishes need done. and you don’t know why you’re crying but you’re trusting you need it. and you aren’t listening to the music that pulls you into a spiral; you’re listening to some cheerful shit your friend sent you. it’s getting up and staring at your fridge and closing your eyes and then cooking yourself food even though you hate it and it’s miserable. because you know that you’d cook for your friend, and you are trying to befriend yourself. it’s dragging yourself into the shower because you know you’ll feel better afterwards. it’s doing mundane tasks with patience, cursing under your breath, trying desperately to give yourself grace. grace is the beginning of care. care is the beginning of love.
we think it’s supposed to be peace and yet the most powerful self care moments are when we hate everything but especially ourselves. and life does not feel worth the loving. to look into that pain and yet choose to care for yourself in however many pieces you are — that is care. love. grace. trust. belief. it hurts because it’s love where there was no love before. it heals because it believes there will be love, one day, soon.
Some people have “fuck you” money. You know, that amount you have in the bank where you can look at someone, say “fuck you, I quit” or “fuck you, I’m leaving” or anything like that.
This has now taught me that some people have “fuck you” time. and I could not be any happier with this knowledge.
