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This post displays a frankly childish misunderstanding of how the world works.

It isn’t the personal private actions of rich people that create emissions - that would obviously be a ridiculous thing to believe. The wealthy are responsible for those large emissions because they control the actual source, the industry. And if we got rid of the rich, those industries would still have to keep running, unless you want the products they create and the jobs they employ to disappear (and, if you’re a socialist, you shouldn’t).

Please think about things for even one minute before you post them. I promise you the solution to everything is not actually revolution.

Scientists Just Found Who's Causing Global Warming

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Scientists Just Found Who's Causing Global Warming

A new study observes economic patterns related to climate change in order to find the staggering amount of emissions pumped out by the rich.

A recent study published in the journal Nature Climate Change has found that the richest 10 percent of the world population are responsible for an astonishing two-thirds of observable climate warming since 1990. Basically, that small minority of the wealthiest among us contribute nearly seven times as much to extreme climate change as the entire lower-earning 90 percent of the planet.

If that's not enough to have you reaching for your pitchfork, the top 1 percent contribute 20 times as much to climate disasters as the bottom 99 percent. Since 2019, the research article notes, the "wealthiest 10 percent of the global population accounted for nearly half of global emissions" through "private consumption and investments, whereas the poorest 50 percent accounted for only one-tenth of global emissions."

Oh how I yearn for a simpler time, when a young man would simply give his paramour an intricately crafted wooden spoon to show his affection and ability to provide for their future family, especially if they ever ran out of spoons

this is adorable I love her :)

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anyway.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could crochet me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.

This is revisionist history. Communism destroyed itself. Stalin did not need outside help to murder seven million people for the crime of wanting freedom from the Russian boot.

I disagree. liberalism has been, on the whole, a positive force.

Let’s look at the achievements of liberals:

- ended the transatlantic slave trade

- drastically reduced the power of the British monarch and Lords in favour of a democratic parliamentary system

- the French Revolution

- spread ideas of liberty and democracy to all of Europe, eventually leading to the decline and fall of the European autocracies

- the Revolutions of 1848

- the creation of Italy and Germany (which I will admit was probably an L in the long run)

- ended slavery in America (yes, the Republicans of Lincoln’s time were liberals)

- beat the Kaiser

- overthrew the Tsar and ended Russian feudalism (yes, that was the liberals. The Soviets only overthrew them later after the Republic was already established)

- liberated Ireland (while the later IRA were socialists, Michael Collins’ IRA was liberal and republican)

- beat the Nazis (the Soviets could not have won without American aid)

- decolonization (it was mostly American pressure that forced the French and British to decolonize, not Soviet.)

- liberated Eastern Europe from the USSR

- liberal democracies were the first states to decriminalize homosexuality and legalize gay marriage

And more that I don’t have time to list here.

I reiterate. No state is perfect. But America’s rivals are cartoonishly evil. The Chinese are committing a genocide as we speak. The Russians are invading a sovereign republic for no other reason than imperial expansion. The United States is practically a saint in comparison.

as trans activists we have GOT to get more comfortable with embracing the idea that we are a threat to the usamerican status quo. no more of this "we're the real america lovers, we make america great" shit. usamerica isn't and should not be made great, because it is a racist imperialist patriarchal state that has caused huge amounts of death and devastation worldwide. all our struggles are interconnected.

we should not be licking the ideological boots of a political system that gives zero shits about any of us, we should be dismantling it and replacing it with something that does. if trans existence is a threat to this country, then GOOD. I'm fucking proud of that. and you should be too.

I’m so fucking dogbrained it’s not even funny I was playing eu4 anbennar and saw a collection of islands that looked like a paw print and went “omg puppy :3”

need to be put down immediately at this point

tumblr is a really special kind of place where you can find people complaining about how ‘The West’ is transphobic and reactionary and evil and then praising Russia and North Korea in the same sentence

save a horse ride a cowgirl

Call me a blunt the way I should be passed around by a bunch of alternative women

Jim Hacker: You mean to tell me that when the chips are down, you’re on my side, not Humphrey’s?

Bernard Woolley: Minister, it’s my job to see that the chips stay up.