#you know why we all hate Haiti?

[prettyhighforawhiteguyblog]

You know why we are taught to despise the French?

and poo poo their military prowess? Even though they are lovely people & have historically been glorious, brave, and victorious on the battlefield?

And were our partner in our own revolution?

It is because they killed their masters.

And they hold their police in check.

And protest for everything. And chase their police away. And get what they want. And have a pretty nice life.

They had a violent, coordinated people's revolution. Actually several. They kept trying and dying till one finally succeeded. They put the Aristocrats to death.

All the Aristocrats. Not just the bad ones. All of them. Even Marie Antoinette who was just a spoiled princess who quipped a stupid joke that got turned into revolutionary propaganda. She got disposal as well. Some people are just too dangerous to let live.

Because Aristocrats have babies! And those babies will network and rebuild Aristocracy and no Aristocracy may be allowed to exist if the people are to thrive.

That's why. Our Aristocrats don't want us getting Frenchy ideas.

Maybe we should.

#you know why we all hate Haiti? #because the Haitian people killed their white masters #they were forced under threat of war to reimburse their masters #via tribute #that impoverished them for centuries. #they didn't pay it off till 1947 #France sold the debt to a bank in the US in 1922 #that bank kept on collecting that debt with US military backing for 25 fucking years #making them pay for killing their slavers #they couldn't just forgive that? #didn't we just fight a fucking Civil War 50 years ago over slavery being bad? #slavery is bad won #mostly because we had to free the slaves to save ourselves when the South proves too good an openent with far superior generals #anyway that bank is Citibank #Citibank #is built on blood money collected from Africans who killed their slavers #Citibank kept Haiti in poverty #to punish Haiti for killing their masters #so you know who and what Citibank is now. fucking Citibank #fucking Aristocrats #Frenchy ideas are looking good right about now #phfwg original #ph4awg original #les miserables #time to make it popular #it has a very catchy kickass soundtrack #just ask any theater kid #does anyone read all these tags? #not to brag but I hide some of my best stuff in the tags and think people would have fun reading them #and maybe get their mind blown

[scintillyyy]

i was going to make a joke about how the thing is, if you're going to make the drakes old gotham money (which they were not) and tim tim-drake-of-the-gotham-city-drakes-who-live-up-in-the-house-on-the-hill, he still wouldn't go to gotham academy, he'd still most definitely be a boarding school kid, except he'd be going to boarding school in switzerland instead of the local ones. but then i got to thinking. why did renowned travelers jack and janet put tim in local boarding schools versus international? obviously, from an outside standpoint it's simple: so tim could be close to gotham for the events of alpod and his training period, along with further framing the drakes as rich but not ridiculous rich like bruce is (tim goes to fancy private boarding school, but it's a local one, not a super exclusive foreign one that, like, royalty attends). however, from an in-universe standpoint, i thought of a couple different options for this:

the boring, non canon one would be: jack and janet hated tim all along!! god forbid he be in school anywhere near them, they might have to remember they have a child! he needs to be at least halfway around the world away from them at all times. besides, tim only gets 98 on his tests and the drakes don't need that kind of embarrassment on an international level.

anyways, seriously. the first option would be maybe the drakes wanted him to do international schooling but *tim* pushed to stay close to gotham with his schooling, to better keep track of batman and robin. jack and janet then probably respected his wishes to stay close to gotham and looked for more local ones. tim has an attachment to gotham and they want to indulge him, since they're sending him to boarding school--may as well try and make sure tim's happy with it. this would mean that they listen to their son's input on matters of schooling.

the second option would be that *jack and janet* had an attachment to gotham city, and wanted tim to go to a boarding school nearby as gotham city was *their* home base. they do have several apartments in the city itself, and seemed to enjoy going downtown and doing things in town with tim. also, from a convenience standpoint, if tim is close to gotham, it becomes much easier for them to pick him up and bring him home to spend time together when they're home between trips. pros to this include the fact that when jack, tim, and dana moved to keystone temporarily, jack even admitted he hated living there because it wasn't as good as gotham to him. so it's possible that they just really like gotham city and wanted tim to stay in the area, because they grew up there and they love it or something.

now, we don't actually know that all of tim's boarding schools were near gotham. we only know that the final one was driving distance and local to gotham. however. whenever his parents were home, tim mentions that he would be with them, so he can't have been ridiculously out of the way, and tim never mentions having to take a flight back to gotham for spring or summer breaks, and i believe references growing up in gotham so he probably never attended school in like. california or anything. so i'm inclined to think they were mostly local schools. now interestingly, post-janet's death, during cry of the huntress, jack's kneejerk reaction is to send tim to a boarding in metropolis in order to get tim away from 1) whoever is beating him up 2) bruce wayne, who jack thinks might be beating his son up, which metropolis is a little farther than local but probably still just a drive away. and during the brentwood arc, where tim is back at a local boarding school that jack got him into, after the whole kobra cult thing jack threatens to send tim to a school in haiti (which, rude jack. did you forget your wife died there?), so not local at all. it's possible, of the two, janet was the one who pushed for tim to be in a school closer to gotham whereas jack probably cared a bit less where tim went.

i think i fall on it's a mix of tim probably didn't want to go somewhere too far and the drakes also didn't want tim to go to school far away (so they could see him easily when they were home). anyways. things i think about. tim's boarding school years fascinate me.

#jack drake #janet drake #tim drake

[axailslink]

Ok, hear me out! Reader never calls Shuri by her name, she only calls her My Sweet, and it’s been passed down generations. Her mother called her father that, her grandma called her grandmother that, and her grandma’s father called his partner that.

Then her mom hears reader call Shuri sweet thing and is excited . Shuri is confused cause she doesn’t understand, and mom explains “For generations the nickname ‘My Sweet’ has been used only for people we know are our soulmates, our forevers.” And then Shuri ask if Reader think she’s her soulmate and without hesitation she’s like “Don’t think, I know.” And it’s just fluffy feels 🥹

think you could right something like that for me, please? ( sorry it’s so much.)

My Sweet Shuri

Shuri x FEM reader

Shuri and you have been dating for a year but since you've known each other since you were kids unofficially it was more like seven years she wouldn't agree she thinks it's longer. However you just started getting these really hard feelings they were a lot deeper than the ones you've had all your life the attraction these were something else this was like magnets. You found yourself madly in love with her you hated to admit to something so sappy but it was true you're madly in love you could listen to her talk all day about anything. You were blinded by love honestly and she returned it whenever you'd visit her mother she'd tell you just how much her daughter truly said about you behind your back. You thought it was cute. You even had this little nickname for her instead of saying Shuri ever you called her "My sweet" for everything even when you were irritated or upset with her it was "my sweet Shuri" "my sweet you're yelling" or "my sweet we're not alone." Although she didn't pay much attention to it she loved it in her mind it made it seem as if you two were one of those old couples who'd been together since their grade school days.

You were never truly in Wakanda because you enjoyed helping Nakia so much in Haiti with the kids however that did not stop Shuri from seeing you. Most times she'd surprise you by never telling you when just coming when you know she needs you most. Today however it was your turn to surprise her why? Because the following week from now is the day you asked her out and you knew she would try and visit you so you went a week ahead to surprise her before she could come to you. Queen mother of course knew ahead of time you had been on call with her when you started packing telling her just how much you couldn't wait to see them both. "Queen I miss her and you of course and the cooking you cook so well hopefully I'll be able to take some of that off your hands this week." You had said as you looked for just the right dress to wear "no this week is your week you two should be worried about each other." Queen Ramonda is your number one supporter she always has been for both you and Shuri even since you were kids if Shuri enjoyed something she would make sure Shuri had everything that had to do with that topic the same thing with you. She is like a second mother to yours however does not know how to act she's always so nervous around them both even though you've told her millions of times they act normal.

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Queen mother knew of your arrival and so did the Dora Milaje and border tribe the news traveled like a fire on dry grass. You visited your mother first helped her clean and cook before making it to the palace you were terrible at it but you snuck into the throne room of course not without the Dora Milaje wondering what you could possibly be doing. Your dress in your hands trying to keep it off the floor when you enter the throne room where Queen Ramonda is looking over the beautiful Wakanda "Queen I made it" you said softly as you approached her and let you dress fall to the floor it clings on your body loosely even though it's made to look skin tight. "I heard your travels were safe of course?" You nod "as always I just couldn't wait to get here and see all of you I've missed home" she smiles and pulls you in a tight hug "I've missed you and my sweet Shuri" you say pulling away gently her eyes kind of widen when you use the words "my sweet" in front of Shuri's name but she relaxes and says nothing so you think nothing of it.

"Do you know where she is? You ask softly she smiles down at you and claps her hands in front of you "where do you think?" You shake your head and laugh "if she's in that lab I'll personally drag her out myself" you mumble the queen chuckles "then you best get to dragging" you smile and hug the queen once more "it was lovely seeing you my queen" she nods in agreement as you leave the room and carefully walk to the lab by the time you make it though you're heels iare in one hand and the end of your dress in the other. One thing about the palace you had a love hate relationship with was no matter how many elevators you took in the damn place you'd still be tired. You hear Griot alerting Shuri of your presence and you can hear the feet quickly pattering up the stairs. You can see her smile in your mind before you even see her and when you do she picks you up and kisses all over your face "my love" she smiles "my sweet" you say calmly pressing gentle kisses on each part of her face. "You're so early I was going to come and see you" you drop your heels and wrap your arms around her neck "I got tired of Haiti I missed you I missed my family so I came early plus I wanted to beat you to the chance. Which I did" you laugh as she puts you down "you look absolutely amazing as always gone head give me a little spin" you spin around and she nods in approval "oh fuck yeah" you smack her lips "watch your mouth before I kiss it-" you press a kiss to her lips "until it's clean" she laughs and looks you up and down with a cocked brow "when did that become a thing?" You shrug "I don't know I just made it up" she laughs and you smile at her just so in love with everything about her.

"My mother had a conversation with me before you arrived" she grabs your heels and wraps her arm around your waist as you two walk into the lab "did she?" She nods "mhm she explained to me this whole "my sweet" nickname you have for me" you nod "and what did she say it meant?" When you two reach the lab tables you sit on one this would generally piss her off but she was in too much of a good mood to say anything. "She thinks that you think we're soulmates bonded for life do you think that?" You gently pull her closer to you by her waist "what kind of silly question is that? Of course I do I love you a ridiculous amount it makes sense" Shuri smiles "so what would you do for your soulmate?" You play with her hair and look at her "whatever you want you know why?" She hums "because you're my fucking soulmate" you laugh and kiss her over and over again "stop cursing."

"Make me" you laugh and smile at her "the easiest way to make you do something is to tease you until you give in if you didn't know" she hums "and how will you tease me my love?" You hop off the lab table and look down at your dress "well I'm not wearing anything under this dress" she gasps "oh that's scandalous you would never" you laugh and run your hands down her waist "want to check for yourself?" She glances around the lab and picks you up "let's see."

"Shuri!" She laughs "no one's here and they don't come in without my permission forget the world for a moment and just worry about us. No one else but us me and you. Soulmates"

A/n: not gone lie this was made long but I enjoyed writing it hopefully you enjoy reading it love. This is also unedited I don't have time to edit I'm a student.

#shuri angst #shuri imagine #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri black panther #shuri udaku x reader #shuri udaku #mcu shuri #black panther fics #black panther wakanda forever #shuri x you #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x f!reader #princess shuri #black reader #shuri fluff #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #marvel #black panther x reader #black panther imagine #black panther fic #shuri x woc!reader #shuri fanfiction #letitia wright x black!reader #letitia wright #letitia wright scotty #letitia wright shuri #shuri my love #black panther

[loserchildhotpants]

My Notification of the End of the World

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#melanie writes #poetry #melanie’s original writing #my stuff #personal

[bootyduke]

why the movie "the sound of freedom," is bullshit we need to keep an eye on

i need yall to know that the sound of freedom movie is being called qanon shit because it perpetuates qanon lite and holds up the pipeline to average people. it's only in theaters now rather than years ago when it was produced, because qanon has created a fervent audience for it. the fervent audience is now a counter to the fact that the studios involved in its production were swayed from releasing it by experts in child trafficking who informed them of the misinformation it would spread. this movie not only sensationalizes child trafficking, it also simplifies what leads to child trafficking in a way that creates a false perception of how it happens at all, especially by depicting children exclusively being kidnapped by strangers rather than the more common situations where kids trust their abusers and come to depend on those who exploit them in exchange for housing, food, and drugs that traffickers often force their victims into dependency. it even fails to acknowledge the fact that most (67%) child trafficking victims are between 15 and 17, most often queer kids kicked out of their homes by parents, with a majority of young child victims being sold into slavery to pay off debts or in exchange for drugs by their own parents. sound of freedom turns perpetuators of child trafficking into anonymous villains and implies complicity in government, especially liberal government figures, rather than focusing on the parents who kick out their kids or neighbors who groom those parents and take in their troubled teens and send them somewhere no one cares enough about to investigate until they're completely missing. "raising awareness" of child trafficking is a noble goal, but relying on the terrifying shock of toddlers being assaulted rather than dissecting the systemic ways children are coerced and exploited muddies the waters and makes us directionless and afraid, with mysterious figures implied to be the real source of the problem (hint: when a movie has vague, powerful monsters instead of the real villain being the deeply entangled web of multi-system failures, there's a 50/50 shot the audience will stumble into "its the jews fault," while attempting research outside the conventional sources films like these say are controlled by "the media, re: the jews again." that's the whole point of the vagueness and instilling mistrust in reputable news outlets and academia.)

furthermore, the film is based on and vindicates tim ballard, a guy who quit his effective but not-so-action-packed work against child pornography with the cia, to go to south america and document himself "saving" people from human sex trafficking in colombia and haiti. ask anyone who works in trafficking prevention and they'll have some THINGS to say about this guy, they fucking HATE tim ballard! "but why?" you may ask. the answer is that he thinks things stop existing when not in direct line of sight. mr. ballard failed to think about how the extenuating circumstances surrounding these survivors, such as debt, drugs, poverty, and housing. as such, almost everyone tim "rescued," from trafficking wound up right back where they were within a handful of years. tim is also a proponent of the qanon conspiracy theory and fully believes that children are being molested and drained of blood by a secret kabal of wealthy elites to harvest their adrenochrome. this conspiracy theory has deep roots in one of the longest-standing antisemitic conspiracy theories on earth about jewish people stealing away christian/white children to drink their blood or use it for dark magic, aka blood libel.

this movie is designed to make its viewer fall down the rabbit hole of disinformation and qanon. its star, jim cavizeel (aka jesus from passion of the christ) has completely fallen down that rabbit hole since filming the damn thing, and cites the sound of freedom as the lynchpin in his journey there.

the sound of freedom is not worth your time, but it is worth your time to learn why this movie is sensationalized propaganda so that you can refute it.

#sound of freedom #tim ballard #seriously pls look into ballard he is a NIGHTMARE

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

I'm not white

You are not white. No really no one is "white". And I'm sick of this bullshit of people saying, "White" this and "Black" that and "Brown" this. Just stop. Judging people by skin pigment is something that we should not be doing at any point. And yet, the people that are "the most against racism" as it were, are insistent we continue to use these terms and so much so that if you are pale AT ALL you "should be considered white". Meanwhile you actually make it easier for people to be racist when you do this.

And you make the spreading of hate that much easier. "Boo hoo wyte pepo so bad they evil with no soul and something something melanin gives empathy". Shut the ever loving fuck up.

Frankly, it pisses me off more than anything to hear that kind of bullshit. AND YES that is a real thing people have said. We need to get away from labeling people as white, black, brown, etc, etc. Why? Easy, because if we are being honest here, it's kinda ignorant. I'm of French/Irish descent and I was born and raised in the US. Simple. And the same way I can say that. A "Black" man could be of Jamaican descent and also be born and raised in the US. Hell, he could be from Haiti and be a 3rd generation US citizen who's parents did REALLY well for themselves. You don't know. And that's the point.

You CAN'T know. It's just, "Oh this person LOOKS pale. We will just label him white, say he's never suffered oppression or discrimination at ALL and say that he is privileged." It's disgusting.

I've seen someone say that to a friend of mine, who's family barely survived the Holodomor, that he was just a "privileged little white boy". Excuse the fuck out of me but WHAT?! Kindly LTG.

Fact is in the US funny enough, those of Asian descent do better than almost ANY demographic in the US at all. People from India, Japan, China, South Korean, Taiwan, Philippines, etc, etc. Not "White". Which funny enough. Calling someone "White" and then saying, "White people have no culture" is some of the most racist and xenophobic shit I hear in my life. Why? Well let's look shall we. Where are can you find "White" people?

Russia

Brazil

Ukraine

South Africa

Spain

Mexico

Puerto Rico

Chile

Poland

England

Czech Republic

Switzerland

Canada

France

Germany

Ireland

Scotland

Finland

United States

And the list goes on. So you are going to tell me that NONE of the people from these countries have a culture. That they are just one with the "White Conglomerate" as it were? If you think as such then YOU are the racist. And also Xenophobic as well. We need to find a way to stop this "skin tone classification" bullshit. Especially since we seem to be EXPORTING IT to every other country in the world. Which, newsflash, is making things in the world THAT MUCH WORSE. And what's better? It's "well to do liberals" doing it. Congrats. You are making the world a worse place because you can't stop being racist little shits.

Am I blaming all liberals? No. Many? Absolutely.

We need to put a stop to this. And it needed to stop AGES ago.

#discussion #discourse

[purplenidoqueen]

yeah no the pro-palis aren’t gonna be willing to spare you because you spoke up for them, you’re just as Jewish as the rest of us they don’t want to exist. fuck off and stay away from us, we don’t want you here if you’re not gonna protect us

Antisemitism will exist whether I support an ethnostate or not. The correlation of Judaism and zionism is a trap used to keep you and so many others afraid; fear-based thinking only spreads further hate and resentment, and this reliance on "we" and "they" and "us" and "them" is such a shame to see in an era of global connection.

I don't believe I'm in any further danger by posting online, but even if there was any reason to believe that my life was endangered by the freedom of an oppressed and occupied populace, I'd take that risk. If I don't put the deaths of twelve hundred Israelis above the lives of two and a half million Palestinians, then why should I put my life above either? Should I prioritize my life being "spared" over those of countless others? If you could do your meager part to help the people of Sudan, or Haiti, or the DRC, or Somalia, Yemen, Syria, Lebanon... and all it took was some chatter and maybe your life, wouldn't you do it?

Maybe don't answer that, since they're not Jewish, or white.

I'm gonna keep doin my do, and it might or might not have any impact on anything at all. I know I'd have an impact on my own life, at least, if I knew what I know and I did nothing at all; I'd be the kind of person I couldn't respect or love. No one expects any of us in our little personal lives to make a huge difference, but all of us together can work miracles.

Plus, the kind of people who want an ethnostate likely wouldn't look too kindly on a polygamous atheist therian transwoman, so maybe trade in this satire of "first they came for the socialists" for the real one.

#israel #genocide #antisemitism #antizionism #jumblr #hi jumblr! i know it's controversial to tag antizionism under jumblr but the jews that are uncomfortable with this need to hear it most #take care of yourselves everybody #block and move on #i can't because they're anons kjbkskdvnskvnk

[mischievoushiddleston]

Enemies (Part 5)

Warnings. BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS.

All Parts here!

"Just give me a little space to talk to her alone, please," she asked Namor when they arrived at Haiti Beach. Namor looked at her firmly and nodded. She turned to leave, but he stopped her and kissed her. "I'll give you an hour..." he said against her lips and let her go. She walked to the house and sighed softly, knowing she wouldn't be thrilled when she heard everything. Carefully she knocked on the door and she could hear Nakia talking to little T'Challa. Finally the door opened and she looked at her in surprise. "Shuri! What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling her into his arm. Finally, she leaned back. Shuri smiled. "Am I not welcome?"

"Of course you're always welcome! But I'm just surprised." "Is there somewhere quiet we can talk?" she asked, and Nakia nodded. "Of course...I'll just let Toussaint know..." she said and went back inside, but came back out not long after and walked with Shuri to a hill nearby and sat down. "So...what's up?" "I'm going to marry Namor to keep the peace..." she said, figuring it was best to tell right away. "Shuri, you can't be serious!" said Nakia stunned when she heard about her friend's plans. Shuri sighed as she watched the waves and knew he was there waiting for her. "It's the only way, Nakia..." she said, "If I marry him, he would sign the treaty and not attack Wakanda..." Shuri, of course, had kept from her that there was a possibility that she was pregnant by Namor. That would only complicate things more than it needed to. "I know I haven't been to Wakanda in a while, but this? He killed your mother!" she said, "Why would you want to be his wife?" She sighed. "It would only be political and not a marriage of love, Nakia, I hate him and always will..." she said and closed her eyes for a moment. Nakia furrowed her brow. "Why did he suddenly get the idea?" she asked now. "We met again on the day the contract was to be signed and-" she began, but broke off because she didn't know what to say or how to say it. "And what? Shuri?" "We had sex...in my lab..." she admitted barely audibly. There was no point in keeping it quiet any longer. "Are you out of your mind?!" she asked, shocked. "I know it sounds terrible, but we just gave in to our lust at that moment..." "Tell me you at least used contraception..." she said, "It would be Horrible if you were pregnant with his spawn..." Shuri's breath caught for a moment and she looked at her friend. "Of course..." she said softly. Except that the contraceptive isn't effective enough, she added in her mind. Nakia nodded and wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "All right..." she said softly, "Be careful...He's dangerous..." "I know that...Believe me on that," she said softly and sighed. After that, the two sat quietly and Shuri just didn't want to speak either. Eventually, Nakia had to go in for her son and she glanced after her before closing her eyes. She heard the movement of the water change and opened her eyes again. Just then Namor got out of the water and brushed his damp hair out of his face. Shuri stood up and walked to him. "Is the hour over already?" she asked coldly, and Namor nodded. "It was over about ten minutes ago," he said. "How generous of you to give me a little more time..." she said sarcastically, glaring at him. "I was..." he said, and she raised her eyebrows at his reaction, "I didn't already make you my wife in Talokan and have you still go to your friend instead of having you in my bed..." Namor raised his hand and stroked her upper arm. "For an official marriage, we have to get married in Wakanda too, so you wouldn't have me in your bed so soon..." she said and he grinned. He leaned down to her ear. "No? It also stopped us in your lab or moaning my name in your bedroom..." he said and kissed her neck. Shuri put her hands on his shoulders, not knowing if she wanted to push him off her or pull him closer. "Sex doesn't change anything," she said softly. "Shuri?" behind her, Nakia interrupted the couple. It was as if she was pulled out of her trance and she pushed Namor away from her. "Nakia..." she said as she turned to face her. "What is he doing here?" she asked as she looked at him. "I'm bringing my fiancée back..." he said. Shuri looked at Namor for a moment and then at Nakia and walked over to her. "I have to go, but I'll see you soon, sister," she said and Nakia nodded, taking her in her arms. "Take care of yourself..." "You too..." said Shuri, then disengaged before returning to Namor. He held out his hand and she reluctantly took it, walking back into the sea with him. "When will the wedding be?" she asked quietly. "When the sun sets..."

#namor #shuri #namuri #seaprincess #namor fic #shuri fic #black panther wakanda forever spoiler

[shadymiser]

I saw BP Wakanda Forever in theatres and for a split second, I thought the plot was heading into previously unseen territory for Marvel. Even my friend leaned over during the cave scenes to ask ‘Hey, are they supposed to be together?’.

It’s important to note that I don’t often ship fictional couples and when I do, they have to be canon. I’m not really into fan fiction and I’m also not a heavy romance gal. But y’all, I felt it. I don’t know if it was a Letitia-Tenoch thing or a Shuri-Namor thing, but it was there. It had all the classic signs of an romance subplot. They were literally head cannoning Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast! Cmon! If this was accidental, I think the writers need to screen their movies a bit more, because the chemistry between Shuri and Namor was so tangible to me and I wasn’t even looking for it. I also have a feeling that the whole *spoilers! Turn away in 5 4 3 2 1* killing Ramonda arc was purposely put in place to quell the romantic subplot. If it was, it worked, at least for me. Ramonda was like my mother, I spent the entire last arc simultaneously hating Namor and grudgingly admitting he looked so fine😭.

That being said, some of the fanfics I’ve seen so far aren’t really taking into account what we already know about these characters. For starters, Namor is a selfish narcissist. He might regret what he did to Ramonda (I doubt it, honestly), but it’ll be a cold day in hell before he apologizes to anyone. He’s also more concerned with his people than any potential romance. I hate to say it, but Talokan Vs Shuri, Talokan wins every time😭. And Shuri is avoidant. She avoids her feelings by burying herself in her science and technology. I don’t know where the writers are going with her character next, but I assure you, pining for Namor in Haiti is not it. She’s mourning the loss of her family, and I think she gave up the throne to Mbaku because she recognized that she needed time to heal and let go of all her anger. She might have spared Namor, but it wasn’t out of love, y’all! It was out of duty. That’s why they’re so similar and that’s why the chemistry exists. I’ve never read fan fiction before but I’m trying now because this has become my first non-canon ship ever and I’m so in love with them. I just need y’all to get it right, please😭

Also, I saw someone post a plot about Namor and Shuri’s kid coming back from the future and forcing them to confront the possibility of a relationship. This is the best one I’ve seen tbh, because Shuri would never seek Namor out in a romantic way otherwise. She’s AVOIDANT! Means she’d rather not deal with it😂 With this, she has to consider the possibility that some future version (or alternate reality🤔) of herself was enamored enough with the fish man to make little fish-panther babies. Anyways, that’s all. I look forward to reading your fics! And this is my first time in a ship/fandom. I like it a lot☺️

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[manwalksintobar]

Ntozake Shange to Eisa Davis

          querida antigua eisa,

you almost got it-you really did ‘born of the blood of struggle’ we all were/ even if we don’t know it/ what if poetry isn’t enuf? whatchu gonna do then? paint     ? dance     ? put your back field in motion & wait for james brown to fall on his knees like it’s too much for him/ what? too much for james? yeah/ didn’t you ever see the sweat from his brow/ a libation of passion make a semi-circle fronta his body/ a half-moon of exertion washin’ away any hope he had of/ standin’ it/ can’t stand it & he falls to his knees and three jamesian niggahs in a stroll so sharp it hurts bring him a cape that shines likes the northern star/shinin' i say like you imagined the grease in the parts of yr hair or yr legs/or yr mother's face after rehearsal after she had you/ james falls to his knees cuz he “cain't take it"/he's pleadin’ please please please don't go we look to see who brought james brown to the floor / so weak/ we think/ so overwrought with the power of love that’s why poetry is enuf/ eisa/ it brings us to our knees & when we look up from our puddles of sweat/ the world's still right there & the children still have bruises tiny white satin caskets & their mothers weep like mary shda there is nothing more sacred than a glimpse of power of the universe it brought james brown to his knees lil anthony too/ even jackie wilson arrogant pretty muthafuckah he was/ dropped no knee pads in the face of the might we have to contend with/ & sometimes yng blk boys bleed to death face down on asphalt cuz fallin' to they knees was not cool/ the way to go/it ain't fallin' to our knees is a public admission a great big ol' scarlet letter that we cain't/ don't wanna escape  any feelin'/ any sensation of bein' alive can come right down on us/ & yes my tears & sweat may decorate the ground like a veve in haiti or a sand drawing in melbourne/ but in the swooning/ in the delirium/ of a felt life lies a poem to be proud of/ does it matter? can ya stand up, chile? the point is not to fall down & get up dustin' our bottoms/ i always hated it when folks said that to me/ the point eisa/ is to fall on your knees & let the joy of survivin' bring you to yr feet/ yr bottom's not dirty/ didn't even graze the earth/ no it's the stuff of livin' fully that makes the spirit of the poem let you show yr face again & again & again i usedta hide myself in jewelry or huge dark glasses big hats long pillowin' skirts/ anythin' to protect me/ from the gazes somebody'd see i'd lived a lil bit/ felt somethin' too terrible for casual      conversation & all this was obvious from lookin' in my eyes/ that's why i usedta read      poem after poem with my eyes shut/ quite a feat/ cept the memory'd take over &      leave my tequila bodyguard in a corner somewhere out the way of the pain in my eyes that simply came through my body/ they say my hands sculpt the air with words/ my face becomes the visage of a character's voice/ i don't know i left my craft to chance & fear someone wd see i care too much take me for a chump laugh & go home this is not what happened? is poetry enuf to man a picket line/ to answer to phones at the rape crisis center/ to shield women entering abortion clinics from      demons with crosses & illiterate signs defiling the horizon at dawn/ to keep our      children from believin' that they can buy hope with a pair of sneakers or another      nasty filter for        cheap glass pipe/ no/ no/ a million times no but poetry can bring those bleeding women & children outta time up close enuf for us to see feel ourselves there/ then the separations what makes me/ me & you/ you/// drops away & the truth that we      constantly avoid/ shut our eyes to/ hold our breath hopin' we won't be found out/ surfaces/ darlin'/ & we are all everyone of those dark & hurtin' places/ those dry bloodied memories are no less ours than the mornin/ yes the mournin' we may be honorable enuf to endure with our eyes open the coroner cannot simply bring her hand gently down our eyelids/      leavin' us to the silence of not life/ the solitude of the unreachable can ya stand up, 'chile? hands stretched out to touch again not so you can get up & conquer the world/ you did that when you cdnt raise yr head & yr body trembled so/ you scared yr mama that was when the poem took over & you gave you      back what you discovered you didn't haveta give up/ all that fullness of breath/ houdini in an emotional maze/ free at last but nobody can see how you did it/ 'how'd she get out'/ nobody'll know less you tell em/ do you really wanna write/ from twenty thousand leagues under a stranger's wailin? can you move gracefully randomly thru the landmines that are yr own angola/ hey, your bosnia! are you shamed sometimes there's no feelin' you can recognize in yr left leg? does the bleeding you'll do anyway offend you or can you make a sacred drawing like ana mendieta that will heal us all? do i believe in magic? hell yeah. shd you? i don't know. don't know how yr gonna find yr way out the maze/ ancient as it is no one can tell you the secret/ not me/ not aunt angela/ not yr mama beautiful as she is/ i usedta watch her legs cut thru space like a ninja in      ballet shoes/ i wanted to be tall & clear-eyed like yr mama/ & you come tellin'      me i cd beat you up in a school yard/ no my daddy wda bought the school yard & paid kids not to hurt me/ so what you see is not what you get i am not a poem/ i am savannah's mother/ savannah sat with her bottle      thru the children's class at stanze's once we moved to texas/ but i was always lookin’ for your mother's legs to come slicing the air/ ten years later/      2000 miles away/ed mock dead/ tower of power fallen/ sly stone disappeared/      oakland like the back of my hand/ now unknown/ "get it & feel good" i usedta      say sometimes still do/ diffrence is i cherish stupid lil things now/ did yr      mama tell you raymond asked our whole class after a bout with possessed drummers and gravity/ if we ever took our dance clothes off/ he could smell us comin'       cross the Bay Bridge/ he shouted & pranced like somekinda stallion/ like his sweat      didn't stink too/workin' in the other realm is dirty work/ makes us smell bad/      did yr mama tell ya? i know she didn't let ya believe makin' art was not a messy      business/ she cdn't have/ we were trained too well is poetry enuf, eisa? that's gonna be up to you? is poetry enuf for me? why do you think i wrote 'for colored girls' i wanted yall to come out from under yr starched pinafores & pressed      heads with some notion of dream & sanctity of spirit/ looks like some of it worked but remember i'm still writin' still dancin' fell on my knees so many times now/ i wrote rev. ike for a prayer cloth it's serious like that peaceful like that i sweat when i write/ do you?           the original aboriginal dancin' girl           love,           ntozake

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[betsey-socialite-1757]

( ‘why do you hate black people?’

For pointing out that every founding father save for Adam’s and Tallmadge owned people and it was deemed normal at the time? Sounds like anon can’t read. My first gf and best friends ever were black people. Above is a list of the slaves Washington brought with him to Philadelphia a city which in theory abolished slavery during the war. Say their names and stand with Haiti, Sudan, Congo and Palestine and against all manner of censorship and against nationalism and white supremacy and then anon we can talk.

Also not gentle reminder that: I’m brown and the English enacted violence and slavery on my people for 50+ years after they ‘abolished’ slavery on the English mainland so crackers in my inbox best shut up and stop pretending they know shit about racism. )

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[vodunsupremegodofvoodoo]

VODUN IS THE ORIGINAL NAME OF THE SUPREME GOD OF ALL VOODOO: BUT WICKED PEOPLE SCRUBBED THIS GOD'S NAME FROM THE INTERNET & The World: SO YOU DAMN NEAR HAVE TO BE OVER 90 YEARS OLD & BEEN PRACTICING VOODOO FOR AT LEAST 48 to 50 years plus grow up in the faith with someone who lived to be over 100 to even know that Vodun was the original name of the Supreme God of Voodoo & from whom Voodoo gets its name from. This was done on purpose to water down & pollute Voodoo: so most people practicing it would not have the right information. About all you can get them to admit on the internet now is that Vodun is the word for spirit or God: they will not even admit Vodun is actually the Supreme God of all Voodoo Haitian, American, African all of it. THIS WAS DONE BY POWER, HUNGRY, EVIL, WICKED PEOPLE: WHO DID NOT WANT TO SHARE SPIRITUAL GIFTS OF VOODOO WITH THE WORLD. THIS IS A FORM OF HATEFUL EVIL BLASPHEMY. WHAT AN EVIL THING TO DO TO ERASE THE SUPREME GOD OF VOODOO FROM VOODOO. I AM HAPPY: WE ALSO HAVE ANOTHER NAME FOR VODUN CALLED "Bondye" (meaning “good god” in Haitian Creole): BUT TO ME THIS WOULD BE LIKE ERASING GOD THE FATHER FROM CHRISTIANITY: IT IS A FORM A SELFISH BLASPHEMY: & THAT IS WHY SO MANY PRACTITIONERS OF VOODOO REALLY END UP NOT DOING GOD. VOODOO CAME FROM THE SUPREME GOD VODUN: YOU CAN NOT ERASE VODUN FROM A RELIGION NAMED AFTER HIM: THAT IS JUST BLASPHEMY & ONE OF THE REASON THE WHOLE WORLD IS DOING REAL SH*TTY RIGHT NOW. IF A WHITE PERSON FROM NORWAY KNOWS WHO Vodun is and practice Voodoo knowing that Vodun is the Supreme God of Voodoo: their Voodoo can be just as powerful as any person of color: so you can damn sure believe their was also some racism involved in erasing THE Supreme God Vodun from Voodoo. I do not like racists, bigots, Nazis or any kind of haters or any race. You have to be a hateful group of folks to erase the Supreme God Vodun from Voodoo: just so people of other races who sincerely want to learn Voodoo: do not learn. The thing is Vodun knows this so some of the most powerful practitioners of Voodoo are people of all races not just black folks. Vodun knows the heart of the person: who is doing the Voodoo work.

VOODOO DID NOT ORIGINATE IN HAITI: NOR DID IT ORIGINATE IN THE USA. IT CAME WITH PEOPLE OF COLOR FROM AFRICA. VOODOO IS THE WORK WITH THE LWAS/LAO, ORISHAS, THE GOD VODUN: IT HAS SPREAD ALL OVER THE WORLD. ONE THING ABOUT VOODOO IS THAT SINCE WE WERE NOT ALLOWED TO PRACTICE OUTLOUD IN SLAVERY: FOR EXAMPLE MY FAMILIES' VOODOO WAS PASSED DOWN IN THE BLOODLINES FROM AFRICA, ACROSS THE SEAS ON THE SLAVE SHIPS, TO VARIOUS PLANTATIONS, & AFTER PEOPLE OF COLOR CONTINUED TO PRACTICE VOODOO UNDER THE CARING EYE OF VODUN THE GOD OF VOODOO: & THE NAMESAKE THAT GAVE VOODOO IT'S NAME. in Haitian Voodoo they call that Supreme God: Bondye (meaning “good god” in Haitian Creole): but I keep it old school & I recognize Vodun as the Supreme being: that is the NAMESAKE OF ALL VOODOO. VOODOO IS GETTING SO WATERED DOWN THAT MANY PEOPLE DON'T EVEN KNOW THE VODUN IS THE NAME SAKE OF VOODOO & THE SUPREME BEING OVER VOODOO. YOU DAMN NEAR HAVE TO FIND SOMEONE OVER 90'S YEARS OLD THAT EVEN KNOWS VODUN IS THE PROPER NAME OF THE SUPREME BEING OF VOODO OF WHICH VOODOO ITSELF IS NAMED AFTER.

MY ANCESTORS USED THE CATHOLIC SAINTS AS VARIOUS LWAS/LAO & ORISHAS: I STILL DO THE SAME THING: BUT I TAKE IT A STEP FARTHER: BECAUSE VODUN GAVE EVERY GROUP OF PEOPLE THEIR OWN FORM OF VOODOO: THEY JUST MAY CALL IT SOMETHING DIFFERENT. FOR INSTANCE TO ME VODUN THE GOD OF VOODOO WOULD ALSO BE GOD THE FATHER IN CHRISTIAN FAITH. VODUN TO ME IS ODIN FROM THE NORSE FAITH ANY GOD WHO WOULD BE THE SUPREME BEING OVER EVERYTHING IS LIKE VODUN TO ME THAT WOULD INCLUDE VAMPIRE GOD JUMLIN FROM MY BLACKFOOT HERITAGE AS WELL THAT SPREAD THE VAMPIRE SEED THROUGH OUT HUMANITY. SO EVERY BLOOD LINE HAS A FORM OF VOODOO FROM THE GOD VODUN: BUT IT MAYBE CALLED SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT IN VARIOUS COUNTRIES ALL OVER THE WORLD.

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[treadmilltreats]

My united nations of friends

With all of this racial unrest going on in this country and the world, I still can't grasp why people are like this.

I can't understand racism because I have a rainbow of color in my life. I can't understand war because no one wins, just so many innocent people are killed.

I looked back at the times of my life, and I saw the United Nations of my friends. I have friends from Cuba, from Puerto Rico, I have friends from Nicaragua, Black friends, Chinese friends, who are all from different backgrounds, different religions, different sexual orientations and yea, even from different political parties yet we are all friends.

This mixed group is here for one another. We all love each other. They are there for one another through thick and thin, and we always help each other out.

These are the friends I choose for my family, and I know that they are with me through thick and thin, through good times and bad times. They are there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on, when I needed groceries for my kids, when times are hard, these are the people that I know will be there for me, and they know I will be there for them.

I have Caribbean friends and friends from Antigua, St. Thomas, Jamaica, The Bahamas, Haiti, and Columbian friends. I have black, brown, yellow and white friends. I have friends who are gay or straight. I have LGBT friends and drag queen friends. I have Christian, Jewish, Catholic, Muslim, and even Atheist friends.

I have friends who are democrats, republican, independent, and people from the we don't give a shit party. It does not matter to me. They are all the people I choose to invite into my life. The ones who love me for me and that I love for their heart and soul.

So what I don't get is why it is so hard for others to get this? There are good and bad in all, in police, in blacks, in whites, in Christians, in Muslims, in all, there are good and bad but to hate one race, one culture, or one religion on what a few bad apples have done, well that is just horrible.

I say in my blogs all the time, to be compassionate towards others, to love one another, to step out of your box and meet new people who aren't like you.

So many people don't even know another person of another race or they may have the one "token" black friend but know nothing about others.

I am here to tell you that you are missing out, as I have learned such culture from these different groups. I learned to enjoy different foods, music, and religions, but most of all, I have learned to be open enough to learn from them and their ideas and their heritage.

Did you get that message? Let me repeat it for those in the back!

I am open enough to learn from people who are different from me.

Because when you are open enough to learn, you will learn that we are all not so different after all. We all love our children and our families. We want a better life for them than we had. We all want to be loved and respected. We all want to have equal rights. We all want to be seen for what we have on the inside.

Common HUMAN rights. Not religious or race or political goals, just common human decency.

So today my friends, I invite you to open up your mind, to step out of your box, to embrace others different from you, because it will be amazing what you will learn if you do.

And to my incredible bunch of United Nations of friends, thank you for being my friend, for allowing me into your world and your hearts, and I am truly humbled to know and love you all.

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[ethereallywinnie]

Hey so its been a while…

A lot has happened since my last ‘breakdown’. I know that I am severely depressed and anxious but looking back throughout my life, something always felt different, i always felt weighed down. Like i couldn’t breathe, express and be grounded in my body. I always go back to thinking; Where did it all go wrong? Why do I think this way? Why do I act like this? Why do I self-sabotage? Always being in a state of question and fog that it is so hard to really know who i am and my identity is in this world. I feel like I’m never going to get the answer to some of these questions, like they will just linger there with no direction. Like me.

Like my previous posts, I have a hard time getting a fucking grip. Each time I feel like I can be strong and take control of my life, something leaves me feeling in less control than before. It feels like I get the wind knocked out of me each time. Even in my childhood, things would go well for a minute, and then all of a sudden my heads being banged against the kitchen cabinet. So shit like that. I feel like I’ve i emulate that chaotic unpredictable energy, at first it was just my environment but now its me. Now I’m the one destroying my happiness and my accomplishments. I cheated on my partner because I could not believe that I deserve that intimacy, love and compassion she has given me. I don’t know why tf would i bring myself to do that, but I hurt a lot and i guess that was the way it manifested. In no way I am excusing my behavior, yes trauma plays a role but I am still responsible for my choices and who they impact. We are going to couples therapy soon, in order to figure out a couple things. It’s not clear atp if we are going to stay together but therapy would help us better communicate. I have this habit that when my partner is trying to talk about their feelings about what I’ve done, its hard to empathize and be there for her without hating myself and shutting down.

In my childhood, I was a “trouble-maker” ( I don’t believe I was but main reason kids act out is because they want attention or needs are not being met. Mine definitely weren’t, like I wanted to be like every other kid but instead i felt so isolated, my “sister” and mother would often exile me because of my behavior it felt like. I never had a voice or an opinion. My parents even said the only reason they had kids was because we were their servants. They definitely did treat us like so too.) It was just exhausting. I was anxious everyday I cam home because I felt like i was always under a magnifying glass because i was so “sneaky, untrustworthy, fast”. I remember having thought as a child like “well if im such these things, they must be true, I am sneaky, untrustworthy, manipulative”.

This wasn’t just at home chile… I had to deal with the torment in school too. Growing up in NJ was brutal for a black girl like me. One wasn’t like Black American, I was from Haiti. We didn’t have the same social cues and customs. I was made fun of the way i looked, dressed, talked, everything. There was a year in school wear my dad got so frustrated selecting back to school shoes that he picked the ugliest option because i dont fucking know. (We never knew why he did or said the things he did, it was always walking around eggshells with him). Anyways, that whole school year i was made fun of for wearing brown and orange hiking sneakers from sketchers. Look I know my family was struggling with money but come on, especially it was the year Jordan’s were coming out and if you didn’t have them, you were basically a loser. I should be grateful, but it was hard to be when you were told in so many ways that you dont matter. It doesnt matter that you dont like that color or would prefer a different style. That made me learn how to take shit with a smile because if I didn’t like it, that would be another issue I’d regret even expressing.

Anyways, what do i do now. Im so exhausted.

I hate everything I took with me from childhood, I want to release all of that gunk and dirtiness. I want a do-over, a hard fucking reset.

Lately, i have been resonating a lot with BPD. Specifically quiet or discouraged. I am fine on the outside but inside I feel like a little demon running around going crazy and screaming for relief. Like nothing is soothing it.

My IPad is about to die so that’s it for now. Sorrows and Prayers.

[the-firebird69]

We're looking at what happens to him on a daily basis and we are not pleased keeps touching the Frying pan, it's kind of sick all the time doesn't have any money. And we're very angry at you people you're very obtuse you want something for absolutely nothing plus negative and he's a grown man and you're ridiculous. It look like any of you are interested in dredging and it was said before and a bunch of times it's worth a lot of money.

You can like you can make a lot of money by growing food and out here in Florida and they don't seem to want to everything is right about the fertilizer you just mix it with soil and it's already lost a lot of acidity and most of it in the river is clean from debris and animals and other and each shovel falls worth money in China they're going nuts pulling it out probably spread here A bunch of into that kind of thing and figure out what to use it for so it was used for before it's a whole bunch of co-ops and other 10 miles 20 miles away from lake Okeechobee and they could get together and pull out tons of it there's so much of it there the day would never even scratch the surface if they worked on it for 10 years in a row you need huge machines it'll take a huge machine like a week a 20 mile machine you can't put too many in there instead it's going to all blow out the sea you can go out there and grab it the morelock wants them to be isolated here by us with no food and stuff and forced to fight us when they're going to be done on an island subjugated by everybody thinking it's a good thing and everybody is just going to be beating them to a pope they're very stupid people

-I tell you these people are so dumb it's raunchy I got to get him out of there anyways we got to get some work done it's terrible here

-it's a whole bunch of things wrong so they're trying to make some things right the morlock are evacuating they had like we're talking about just them about 8% left this morning and 5% just got to the island out of the 8% 3% are heading to the cities and that's it for them they're out for the most part the rest are clones. Gospel singing it in a song was last night and it looks like the building from LA but they tend to look the same the projects and someone thought they brought it here and they didn't so I got people's interest he said where are we and they're going we're not here and he said we're probably in Madagascar Haiti some other places and they checked they're not in Haiti there in Madagascar parts of Africa too and they're getting their asses handed to them Africans hate them trying to carve a place out of Australia and no good and BJ won't have it says he probably wouldn't tolerate our friend here why would he tolerate you and it's true cuz we could a****** and come take much for him to get diluted but is it hurtful person anywhere going to hurt him if he tries to do anything it's probably trying to kidnap you but can't let that happen

-additional to the 3% leaving would be about 7% clones and 7% of the clones made 7% of the populace and they're on their final round too and they have about 3% left after this no it's about seven or eight didn't get a decimated different way but the 3% is heading to the city and the 7% clones are going there speedily and trying to intercept them and become them and take over the island and the island is hell right now. It's a huge number of people who are trying to get there at this time from here and they're going to the airports and they're wondering why they're not walled off and my son says you don't want to feel trapped and you want to be able to go there and we want you to go there cuz you walking around like big jerks and you need to go somewhere else or Matt can come pick you up so they don't mind it and they're out there in the waiting and they're saying it sucks but it's better than dying some people are wailing crying so you shouldn't have crossed the plans you don't know what we're doing and he's just a boy and he tried and we failed and didn't even listen it all sounds right.

We're going to publish this is huge news he says it's true

Thor Freya

I've never seen the pile of sorry sex like this in my life no you're walking around like weirdos still I don't have to understand you don't have they don't really have a plan and see where their pants crab but okay I think they'll go there and Life goes on that's the way it is with these guys

Hera

Odd. Persicuted and they're psyche is very weak they take it out on people right away and they turn on others it's not even massive hardship yet will be tonight if they going to Big ships and it will be tonight because the clones are heading in

Zues

It's going to be a fight it's going to be big there's going to be a lot of people involved. You don't need any help but we see that we're out of control and he's calling for people to control it and that makes sense can't have any wildfires stuff like that

The Big Hawaiian you have a name

It's not as different

[junebugwriter]

Hell, and how I don't think there is one

I'm far from the only Christian who is unconvinced of the concept of hell.

Universalism is a tradition that goes back since the very dawn of Christianity. I know I'm in good company. Perhaps it puts me at odds with a lot of the Christian canon theologians, but it's always been a square I can't circle.

I can't, in good faith, believe in a God that is all good, a God that is loving beyond all human ken, and that this all-good all-loving God would ever put anyone of his creation into an eternal place of torment separated from God's presence. It just doesn't make sense. Of all the things that don't make sense about the concept of God, that's the one that really gets to me all the time. Sure, God is complicated. God's being transcends all human categories.

Which is why I don't think hell is real.

This, of course, puts me in a sticky wicket when someone like Pat Robertson* dies. (*insert any other problematic, categorically evil person here, because it goes for everyone.)

Pat Robertson was, by all accounts, a horrible man. He championed conservative causes for decades, and was on TV spouting right-wing hate every night. He blamed all sorts of natural disasters on gay people's existence. He blamed specifically an earthquake in Haiti on slaves making a deal with the devil to overthrow their oppressors. His talking points and theology formed the core of so many of Evangelicalism's most hateful beliefs.

Pat Robertson is also dead. Dead as a doornail. And, online at least, there is much rejoicing.

I go back and forth on these matters. I do not mourn him. I am honestly quite glad he is dead, at the very least because he caused harm his entire life through his hateful ideology. But I am conflicted on this matter too, because though I consider him a hateful bigot who would not bat an eye.

Yet I do not think he is in hell. As much as I personally would want to place him in hell, I do not think such a place exists.

I think he is with God.

It is my fervent belief that when he died, he entered into the presence of the eternal, and in so doing, began to see as God sees. As he did that, he understood just how much pain he caused. Every queer child who committed suicide because their parents disowned them for being queer. Every single pain inflicted in the name of his hateful ideology. Every sin, every hate, every evil he committed will be purged by being in the presence of the eternal God, and this will be a kindness to him. For in the end, he will see as God sees, and will no longer be the hateful being he was in life, but the good creation God intended him to be. He bears the image of God, and because of that, he is of sacred worth, though he denied that in so many people.

He will endure punishment, and justice. But he can also be redeemed. Because God is a better person than I am. I can't forgive him, but that's not up to me, or you, or anyone. It's a damn good thing, too.

So you can celebrate his death. But he was a human being, as frail and flawed as all of us are. And when we see as God sees, we will undergo the same kind of purification and transformation.

I have to believe God is loving enough to redeem me, too.

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