see, that’s gun control
you don’t take away a person’s right to bear arms
you take away a person’s ability to abuse their arms
i mean it’s high maintenance but i really think it’d be worth it if it saves lives
Its not higher maintenence than dead kids.
I dunno, kids are kind of a hassle, I would say dead kids are p low maintenance.
"talking about sexism or racism on Tumblr doesn’t solve anything"
really? because I am absolutely certain that I am a better, less bigoted person than I was a few years ago and that is most certainly due to the people I met and things I read on Tumblr
perhaps it doesn’t do anything for the worst of the worst but there are still plenty of people who do learn from impassioned Tumblr posts
Yeah but on the other hand the extraordinary vehemence to the point of absurdity which characterizes a large portion of tumblr SJW posts has in fact gone so far as to generate a subculture specifically in opposition. Due to the intensity and violence with which things are stated here, tumblr has created its own enemies from neutral parties. Nothing has been achieved except further polarization, which in inherently detrimental to progress. Good job on stymying your own causes, tumblr.
tumblr keeps telling me how much they hate me for being a white guy but you’re too fuckin late assholes, aint nobody hates this guy more than himself and the one bright light in the swirling nexus of depression and self-loathing that characterizes my descent to unconsciousness every night is the thought that someone else is displeased by my existence even a quarter as much as i am.
as i wake up every morning and confront the reality of my continued fight to care about this mortal coil, i think about how me being alive makes your life worse and i laugh.
as i shuffle to class and fend of the insidiously chittering mental demonds who insist my life has no value, i recall that someone somewhere wishes i was dead almost as much and a smile and forge onward.
as lightning cracks against a blackened, bruised sky like the fury of an ancient god and i seek to rend my own flesh to absolve myself of the sin of being, tears of personal hatred pouring from my eyes, a bright beacon of hope sparks in the distance. it is you, having a little bit shittier day because you think i’m a jerk without even knowing me. the tears don’t stop; they never stop. but the change. these are tears of gratitude. with your bitter loathing for the white male and all youve presumed ive done to you without even coming near you, you have turned my life into a martyrdom. no, i feel no shame for being a white male. i feel nothing but pride. i will forge onward into the future, a machine of agony borne by spite alone, and as you spit and caterwaul and bemoan my life, i will cackle a dirge for the death of my undoing.
and then, then im gonna go totally oppress some minorities.
women grow hair on their boobs and their butts and their legs and their arms and their stomachs and their face and really anywhere their genetics decides to have hair and it is perfectly normal what isnt normal is men who have never touched a razor trying to shame women for not looking like a hairless baby
shout this loud.
Frankly I just try to keep my mouth shut, harbor my preferences and thank the stars, because if women suddenly chorused, “Yo dudes gotta shave and shit, hair is nasty af,” the only response I’d have would be to bust out the razor like, “I get that and also agree.”
Stop dropping the mic. Don’t stop dishing out sick burns, just stop dropping that thing, that’s a sensitive piece of equipment, jeez. Do you know how much microphones cost?
American History textbooks more like
Chapter 1: Introduction to White People
Chapter 2: White Settlers and the Indian Savages
Chapter 3: Whitey Makes a Country
Chapter 4: The Blacks
Chapter 5: Wars, Wars, Wars
Chapter 6: No More Racism!: Martin Luther King Jr. Gives a Speech
Chapter 7: The Modern Whites
I normally don’t reblog controversial things, but I couldn’t help but to see this and think, “I more recall History textbooks being, ‘101 Reasons White People are Assholes.’” Regularly I recall walking into class thinking, “What guilt am I gonna have to feel on behalf of my ancestors today?”