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sexedplus:
This isn’t what I usually write about, but I think it’s important.
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sexedplus:
This isn’t what I usually write about, but I think it’s important.
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Jun. 29th, 2018
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alyesque:
Reminder that today is the birthday of comrade Allende, deposed by fascists with the help of the American imperialists.
America has the blood of many Chilean comrades on its hands but we should be sure to also remember the resistance to it. His final words, broadcast to the workers and people of Chile:
“Surely Radio Magallanes will be silenced, and the calm metal instrument of my voice will no longer reach you. It does not matter. You will continue hearing it. I will always be next to you. At least my memory will be that of a man of dignity who was loyal to [inaudible] the workers.
The people must defend themselves, but they must not sacrifice themselves. The people must not let themselves be destroyed or riddled with bullets, but they cannot be humiliated either.
Workers of my country, I have faith in Chile and its destiny. Other men will overcome this dark and bitter moment when treason seeks to prevail. Go forward knowing that, sooner rather than later, the great avenues will open again where free men will walk to build a better society.
Long live Chile! Long live the people! Long live the workers!
These are my last words, and I am certain that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I am certain that, at the very least, it will be a moral lesson that will punish felony, cowardice, and treason.”
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alyesque:
Reminder that today is the birthday of comrade Allende, deposed by fascists with the help of the American imperialists.
America has the blood of many Chilean comrades on its hands but we should be sure to also remember the resistance to it. His final words, broadcast to the workers and people of Chile:
“Surely Radio Magallanes will be silenced, and the calm metal instrument of my voice will no longer reach you. It does not matter. You will continue hearing it. I will always be next to you. At least my memory will be that of a man of dignity who was loyal to [inaudible] the workers.
The people must defend themselves, but they must not sacrifice themselves. The people must not let themselves be destroyed or riddled with bullets, but they cannot be humiliated either.
Workers of my country, I have faith in Chile and its destiny. Other men will overcome this dark and bitter moment when treason seeks to prevail. Go forward knowing that, sooner rather than later, the great avenues will open again where free men will walk to build a better society.
Long live Chile! Long live the people! Long live the workers!
These are my last words, and I am certain that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I am certain that, at the very least, it will be a moral lesson that will punish felony, cowardice, and treason.”
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Last night it was time for Farmkid’s bath, and she wanted a popsicle for dessert, and she wanted to have dessert before her bath but she’d just been out in the sprinkler and she was sopping wet and freezing, so she’d have to get dressed before her popsicle, but she didn’t want to risk getting popsicle juice on her pajamas, so one thing led to another and she ended up having her popsicle while in the bathtub, which was the best and most amazing thing.
(I feel like she’s prematurely discovered the joys of the shower beer. These are great popsicles, too– homemade, from fresh strawberries and just a little sugar. I got to have one, it was amazing.)
Anyway.
You see where this is going.
She wanted the same thing tonight. Of course.
Now, she only gets a bath every other night. So it’s not even bath night tonight. But then she only gets her hair washed every other bath night and she’s such a terror about it that sometimes it gets skipped, and in fact, it had gotten skipped the last time, and maybe the time before…
Her mother, briefly exasperated at the prospect of running a whole unnecessary bath, had a sudden idea.
“Okay,” she said sunnily. “You can have a popsicle in the bath! But first you have to let us wash your hair.”
This was a terrible dilemma, and Farmkid was sorely vexed. But in the end the lure of that popsicle was too great to withstand, and now she’s had her hair washed and is singing in the bath and slurping her popsicle.
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Last night it was time for Farmkid’s bath, and she wanted a popsicle for dessert, and she wanted to have dessert before her bath but she’d just been out in the sprinkler and she was sopping wet and freezing, so she’d have to get dressed before her popsicle, but she didn’t want to risk getting popsicle juice on her pajamas, so one thing led to another and she ended up having her popsicle while in the bathtub, which was the best and most amazing thing.
(I feel like she’s prematurely discovered the joys of the shower beer. These are great popsicles, too– homemade, from fresh strawberries and just a little sugar. I got to have one, it was amazing.)
Anyway.
You see where this is going.
She wanted the same thing tonight. Of course.
Now, she only gets a bath every other night. So it’s not even bath night tonight. But then she only gets her hair washed every other bath night and she’s such a terror about it that sometimes it gets skipped, and in fact, it had gotten skipped the last time, and maybe the time before…
Her mother, briefly exasperated at the prospect of running a whole unnecessary bath, had a sudden idea.
“Okay,” she said sunnily. “You can have a popsicle in the bath! But first you have to let us wash your hair.”
This was a terrible dilemma, and Farmkid was sorely vexed. But in the end the lure of that popsicle was too great to withstand, and now she’s had her hair washed and is singing in the bath and slurping her popsicle.
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