Forwarded from Morgoth's Review
The amazing thing about any crisis in the modern world is that no matter who is alleged to be affected the nature of the refugees we get is the same:
Syrian kids are supposed to be gassed by Assad: We get fighting age men
African girls are being raped: We get fighting age men
The Taliban are bad for women's rights: We get fighting age men
ISIS mass rape Yazidi girls: We get fighting age men
Climate change will destroy crops in hot countries: Expect fighting age men
Syrian kids are supposed to be gassed by Assad: We get fighting age men
African girls are being raped: We get fighting age men
The Taliban are bad for women's rights: We get fighting age men
ISIS mass rape Yazidi girls: We get fighting age men
Climate change will destroy crops in hot countries: Expect fighting age men
Forwarded from BC Neanderthal Mindset
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Forwarded from Mana of Moria (Fauna)
When we are kids, we'd rather climb a tree than go to a church. We'd rather talk to the neighbors dog or our dead granny than an invisible man. We'd rather dance, laugh and sing than read an old book and pray on our knees.
Because as a child, we're full of imagination, but we still believe in what is real.
We hear the joy of the dog that we're greeting.
We see the beauty of flowers that we pick and gift to our mom.
We feel the sun against our face in spring and give thanks.
We smell the dying leaves in the autumn but are not afraid because we know life will return again and again.
We eagerly await Santa and the easter bunny every year, but we're not waiting for the return of a saviour. Because we cherish the deities who show us love by bringing us treats and gifts.
We don't become animist. We remember who we are.
Because as a child, we're full of imagination, but we still believe in what is real.
We hear the joy of the dog that we're greeting.
We see the beauty of flowers that we pick and gift to our mom.
We feel the sun against our face in spring and give thanks.
We smell the dying leaves in the autumn but are not afraid because we know life will return again and again.
We eagerly await Santa and the easter bunny every year, but we're not waiting for the return of a saviour. Because we cherish the deities who show us love by bringing us treats and gifts.
We don't become animist. We remember who we are.