maxmundan: Butterfly Killer

maxmundan:

What gives us the fucking right
To decide what does
And what does not
Have a soul?
I’m talking to you, kid
Yes, you
Slowly crushing that butterfly
With the tip of your finger

This somehow reminds me
Of the delusional justification
For keeping slaves in this country
Many others too, I…

Routine Inspection

Before we build this tower,
Be sure to check its base.
There lies a crack beneath that layer
Despite its outer grace.

Inspector checked it over,
He granted it a pass.
How dare he risk her hard earned trust
She’s only just a lass.

Perhaps he second guessed it.
Perhaps he brushed aside.
Cause when she asked if he was sure
He went along and lied.

Let’s not deem him the devil,
Can’t help it that he hoped
New tools would surely fix the wreck
For which he always moped.

It seemed to him sufficient
All that one might need
Led him to disregard that crack
For which he must take heed.

Perchance that crack grows bigger
And later bigger still.
Our tower stands a chance to fall
And crumble down to nil.

Assured she is, but far from blind.
She’s weary here within.
Well aware that one small move
Could snatch that dear lynch pin.

Tis not an average tower
More marvellous and bold
Worth far more than a Sultan’s share
Of earthly precious gold

It’s worth alone does not permit
The use of hopeful lies
The crack remains and so it shall,
Until the yearning dies.

Fault line ready.
There’s the crack.
Let not it tumble
Upon her back.

Martyrs, cher ami, must choose between being forgotten, mocked, or made use of. As for being understood - never!

Albert Camus, “The Fall”

setfabulazerstomaximumcaptain:

Imagine a wall full of circular holes, that circles can keep walking in and out of with no difficulty.

Now imagine that the triangles manage to get the resources together, after years of not being able to fit through the circle’s holes, to drill a single triangle space into the wall.

Now imagine that the circle — who previously supported the triangle’s efforts because they are well-rounded (har) and value equality —  comes along and sees the construction project. But instead of being happy, they get angry.

“Well, I won’t be able to fit through your hole!!!!” the circle cries.

“I helped you get the drill!!!!” the circle shrieks.

“Make it fit me too!!!!” the circle demands.

The triangles, barely holding it together enough to get a triangle hole together, stare at the circle in confusion. 

“You have all the holes you need,” the triangles explain. “This is for us. You don’t need to fit through our hole, too.”

“YOU’RE BEING UNEQUAL AND HURTING MY FEELINGS!” the circle wails. “I DON’T SUPPORT YOUR HOLE IF IT DOESN’T FIT ME TOO. GIVE ME MY DRILL BACK.” 

“It’s not your drill, it’s our drill. You helped us get it, because you said you cared.”

“I ONLY CARED WHEN I THOUGHT YOU’D MAKE A HOLE EVERYONE COULD FIT THROUGH. YOU’RE PERPETUATING INEQUALITY!!!”

“Why is it up to us, the small group that has never been able to fit through the wall at all, to make a hole everyone can use? Why isn’t it up to you, the people who have been able to cross back and forth at will for years? We just want to see the other side; why are you yelling at us?”

“I DIDN’T ASK TO BE BORN A CIRCLE, OMG. I’VE HAD TO WORK HARD ALL MY LIFE TOO. YOU’RE JUST BEING BIGOTED AGAINST ME BECAUSE OF SOMETHING I CAN’T CONTROL, JUST LIKE EVERYONE IS AGAINST YOU.”

“You are interfering with our project and asking us to comfort you while we’re trying to make progress. Please leave.”

“I’m going to tell everyone about this,” the circle warns. “Nobody will support you now.”

“Apparently nobody ever did,” the triangles sigh, getting back to work.

It’s kind of sad

That we have to draw comics using colorful shapes

To explain systematic inequality to people

Meritocracy only works once everyone has equal opportunity to receive their merit.

(Source: charliebink, via mysoulhasgrowndeep-liketherivers)

Call a janitor, we’ve got a parliament to clean up.

Call a janitor, we’ve got a parliament to clean up.

(Source: liberallogic101, via picardwouldtotallyrulekirk)

Natural Selection

You know the drill
Straight facts and no frill.

Haven’t you heard?
The weak just die out.
Haven’t you seen?
I’m plagued here with doubt.
Haven’t you felt?
The absurdness of life
Haven’t you thought?
It ain’t worth the strife.

In line for the noose,
Our inevitable death’s pending.
Start cutting me loose,
Time’s not for the lending.

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daydreamsonlooseleafpaper:

Am I supposed to give thanks for the way the sun undresses my flesh. He only shows up occasionally, I think that’s what burns me the most. I think he feels like he makes up for it because he clothes me in the gold of his rays. He doesn’t realize that the only thing it does is contrast how much…

liberalsarecool:

@itsmotherswork

Victim Blaming gets us no where.

liberalsarecool:

@itsmotherswork

Victim Blaming gets us no where.

(via recall-all-republicans)

A man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them. One has to pay something. A man who has become conscious of the absurd is forever bound to it.

Albert Camus