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johannamas0n:

If you are the 10th largest company in the world, why is it that your only mission is to be the 9th largest company in the world? Why isn’t it about the value for your customers and making sure your workers are getting paid fair wages so they don’t have to be on welfare? Why aren’t you looking at the quality of life that you’re creating? There’s only so much you need to have and you’re not taking it with you when you’re gone. You’re passing down values to your children and the values shouldn’t be more, more, more, more; it should be about what we’re getting together and our collective humanity. I’m a humanitarian, so this is why I’m speaking out for Bernie. Because he’s a humanitarian.

- Rosario Dawson x

i am saving myself for you

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Omg You guys, I’m watching Love It or List It Too, and I just saw the worst en suite I have ever seen. It literally was a tiny carpeted closet with a sink and a toilet shoved into it. It didn’t even have a shower or bath in it. Can you even call that an en suite? I mean it’s a powder room connected to the master bedroom. And for the love of Varda, why is it carpeted??? Ugh.

“If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also”

Matt 5:39

This specifically refers to a hand striking the side of a person’s face, tells quite a different story when placed in it’s proper historical context. In Jesus’s time, striking someone of a lower class ( a servant) with the back of the hand was used to assert authority and dominance. If the persecuted person “turned the other cheek,” the discipliner was faced with a dilemma. The left hand was used for unclean purposes, so a back-hand strike on the opposite cheek would not be performed. Another alternative would be a slap with the open hand as a challenge or to punch the person, but this was seen as a statement of equality. Thus, by turning the other cheek the persecuted was in effect putting an end to the behavior or if the slapping continued the person would lawfully be deemed equal and have to be released as a servant/slave.  (via thefullnessofthefaith)

THAT makes a lot more sense, now, thank you. (via guardianrock)

I can attest to the original poster’s comments. A few years back I took an intensive seminar on faith-based progressive activism, and we spent an entire unit discussing how many of Jesus’ instructions and stories were performative protests designed to shed light on and ridicule the oppressions of that time period as a way to emphasize the absurdity of the social hierarchy and give people the will and motivation to make changes for a more free and equal society.

For example, the next verse (Matthew 5:40) states “And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well.” In that time period, men traditionally wore a shirt and a coat-like garment as their daily wear. To sue someone for their shirt was to put them in their place - suing was generally only performed to take care of outstanding debts, and to be sued for one’s shirt meant that the person was so destitute the only valuable thing they could repay with was their own clothing. However, many cultures at that time (including Hebrew peoples) had prohibitions bordering on taboo against public nudity, so for a sued man to surrender both his shirt and his coat was to turn the system on its head and symbolically state, in a very public forum, that “I have no money with which to repay this person, but they are so insistent on taking advantage of my poverty that I am leaving this hearing buck-ass naked. His greed is the cause of a shameful public spectacle.”

All of a sudden an action of power (suing someone for their shirt) becomes a powerful symbol of subversion and mockery, as the suing patron either accepts the coat (and therefore full responsibility as the cause of the other man’s shameful display) or desperately chases the protester around trying to return his clothes to him, making a fool of himself in front of his peers and the entire gathered community.

Additionally, the next verse (Matthew 5:41; “If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles.”) was a big middle finger to the Romans who had taken over Judea and were not seen as legitimate authority by the majority of the population there. Roman law stated that a centurion on the march could require a Jew (and possibly other civilians as well, although I don’t remember explicitly) to carry his pack at any time and for any reason for one mile along the road (and because of the importance of the Roman highway system in maintaining rule over the expansive empire, the roads tended to be very well ordered and marked), however hecould not require any service beyond the next mile marker. For a Jewish civilian to carry a centurion’s pack for an entire second mile was a way to subvert the authority of the occupying forces. If the civilian wouldn’t give the pack back at the end of the first mile, the centurion would either have to forcibly take it back or report the civilian to his commanding officer (both of which would result in discipline being taken against the soldier for breaking Roman law) or wait until the civilian volunteered to return the pack, giving the Judean native implicit power over the occupying Roman and completely subverting the power structure of the Empire. Can you imagine how demoralizing that must have been for the highly ordered Roman armies that patrolled the region?

Jesus was a pacifist, but his teachings were in no way passive. There’s a reason he was practically considered a terrorist by the reigning powers, and it wasn’t because he healed the sick and fed the hungry. (via central-avenue)

In other words, Jesus was executed by the State because he challenged the State’s power. (via rindle-spikes)

Yes, and isn’t it telling that the state ultimately adopted Christianity and started teaching everyone that Jesus said to obey your parents and to just do what you’re told…else he’d send you to hell? (via iandsharman)

This is the same Jesus, btw, who flipped tables and whipped people.

(via karnythia)

I have this thing called ‘stuff’ that I make for dinner sometimes. It’s basically ground beef with onions, garlic, and whatever veggies I can scrounge up cooked together with a gravy packet and served over instant mashed potatoes. Comfort food to the max.

So last night I chopped up the onions and garlic and got that going with some olive oil. Then I remembered I had celery left over, so that got chopped up and thrown in. That was the moment I realized the roll of meat I thought was in the fridge was actually in the freezer. Oops. So I have a pan full of sauteeing veggies and a roll of meat that is frozen solid. Not going to work. But I also had some frozen boneless skinless chicken tenderloins, which thaw a lot faster then the beef. Okay, switch the proteins. But it isn’t that easy because Stuff just wasn’t designed for chicken. Luckily, at the point I was with the veggies, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted with them. I considered soup, but I wasn’t really feeling it. Plus we didn’t have any rice or egg noodles.

I turned off the veggies. I didn’t want them getting overdone while I was thinking. I got the chicken into a bowl in the sink to thaw, and turned to my gravy packet collection. I swear, gravy packets and boxes of flavored rice are the best convenience foods for cooking. I found a packet of peppered country gravy, and knew immediately what I was going to do. Grabbed a bowl, a fork, a measuring cup, milk, eggs, and a box of Jiffy cornbread mix. Then I couldn’t find my muffin tins, so I had to use my 9" cake pan. I ended up using two boxes of mix to fill the pan. I transfered the veggies to a soup pot, added the gravy mix, and two cups of milk to get that started, and browned the chicken in the skillet I was using for the veggies. Meanwhile, the cornbread is baking away in the oven with a little added pepper and garlic powder. The gravy started to thicken just as the chicken was done, so I shredded the chicken and added it in. I served it in a bowl with a hefty slice of cornbread on the bottom and the chicken mixture ladled over top.

I don’t know what you would call it. Sort of a dinner version of biscuits and gravy? The chicken mixture was almost pot pie like, especially with the handful or so of peas I threw in. It was delicious is all I know.

I am quite proud of myself for adjusting my dinner plan and coming up with something that was satisfying and made sense, at least to me.

I am so ready for the presidential primaries to be over.