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Unfortunately, it is now confirmed that this afternoon’s incident in Manhattan was a terrorist attack. The perpetrator drove a Uhaul pickup truck down a bike path, running over pedestrians, joggers, and cyclists. He also slammed into a school bus. At least 8 people are dead and several others are injured. It is unclear what their conditions are and whether that toll could rise. The terrorist was apprehended alive after being shot by police and is expected to survive, allowing investigators to understand what happened much better.
My heart goes out to the victims, the families of those lost, the first responders, and all the people of New York in the wake of this horrific and cowardly act. Terrorism may take lives, but we will not bow to the barbarism. Tonight, the American people unite again to prove that these attacks do nothing but strengthen our resolve to make this country and the world a better place, free of the violence and hate that fuels this senseless slaughter.
“The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.”
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Sophie Scholl
Sophie Scholl, Hans Scholl, and other members of the White Rose were arrested on this day - February 22 - 68 years ago for distributing anti-Nazi leaflets. Four days later, Sophie, Hans, and Christoph Probst were found guilty of treason and executed hours later.
concept: the year is 2034. i walk into work with coffee in hand. coworker is wearing cool shoelaces and i compliment them absentmindedly. they look me dead in the eye and say, “thanks, i stole them from the president.” scalding coffee leaks out of every one of my orifices and i hide in the bathroom convulsing for the rest of the day
it is physically painful to remember that people have continued to join tumblr since 2012 and that there are people–perhaps people reading this! right now!!!–who don’t have the foggiest memory of this fucking post. this post haunted me, do you understand, i saw and heard this code used in REAL FUCKING LIFE, I CANT FKJCLNG HANDLE THIS
i met one of my tumblr followers yesterday and now i’m extremely bummed we didn’t use the code
