Dear disgruntled Republicans threatening to move to Canada in protest of Obama’s win
Here are some things you should know about Canada:
- We have same-sex marriage. It was legalized nation-wide in 2005, after 8/10 provinces and 1/3 territories (comprising 90% of the population) had legalized it starting in 2003. And before that, almost all marriage rights were already in effect for any co-habitating couple (this is due to the high number of common-law marriages, especially in Quebec).
- We have publicly funded healthcare system. The costs are paid through income tax and then governed by the provinces according to standards set by the federal government. A health card is issued by the Provincial Ministry of Health to each individual who enrolls for the program and everyone receives the same level of care.
- One third of our government is made up of a party whose official ideology is democratic socialism.
- Church and State are so separate that I cannot for the life of me tell you anything about the religious leanings of any of our political leaders. (I’m sure some people can, but religion is rarely, if ever, discussed during elections here.)
- We spend very little (in comparison) on national defense. Last year, Canada spent 1.5% of its GDP (or $25 billion) on defense, which is 1.4% of what the US spent in the same time frame.
- We have a higher percentage of immigrants in our population, as Canada is one of the easiest countries to emigrate to. And in general, people are super okay with this.
- We spend twice the amount of our GDP on unemployment benefits.
- Also, we’re a constitutional monarchy (the Queen of England is our Head of State), which might rankle some of you.
So, in fact, I think Canada is possibly one of the worst places for you to move to.
And we don’t really want you here anyways.
Sorry. (But not really.)
And that’s exactly why I’d love to live in Canada. Do you have vacancy for one more brazilian?
LITTLE GIRL TORTURED
In 1997, on a balmy still September night in the tranquil Australian bushland of the Northern Territories Tomkinson River (near the township of Maningrida), a gorgeous 16-year-old girl named Annie is alerted to the dull mechanical thud of a vehicle heading her way. Feeling nervous and a little insecure, Annie quietly slips into her home and listens.
The noise of the oncoming vehicle is piercing and threatening in her normally quiet peaceful harmonious Aussie bush home. It keeps coming louder and louder, closer and closer. She waits and listens anxiously. Her nerves and adrenaline heighten to a point where she cant take it any longer. She has to look. As she takes a peek, a bright spot light temporarily blinds her. Completely confused and dazed she’s not sure what to do. Before she can react, a searing pain strikes her in the neck as two long sharp barbs of steel penetrate deep into her flesh. She reels in pain back into the security and familiarity of her home. Tearing at the barbs deep in her neck, she feels the strain of a cord running from the barbs to the vehicle and male voices of excitement.
Four desperate adult men pull at the cord as they shout, “We got her. We got her. Hang on to her. Keep the strain on!” They tug on the cord knowingly. Those men know she cant get the barbs out and its just a matter of wearing her down and dragging her to them. Struggling and resisting with all her might, the poor helpless girl is dragged to what she fears is certain torture and death. Exhausted, breathless, totally blinded by a spotlight that’s right in her eyes, she is so weak she can hardly move, so starved for energy and air she’s virtually frozen in fear and pain. Being dragged by the neck from her home is so traumatic; she doesn’t feel the noose go around her head.
Exhilarated by the hunt, revelling in the thrill of the chase and amused by the fight of their prey, totally oblivious to her pain and fear and without remorse, the men mercilessly pull her into the vehicle. They gaffer tape her legs together; tie her arms together behind her back; tape her eyes shut and have her mouth gagged. Very, very happy with their prey, they head for their hideout. The most beautiful of girls is bound so tight that she goes from numb to excruciating pain, yet unable to utter a sound. Almost totally incoherent from cramps and searing pain, she hears the men shout, “There’s another one. Lets get her!” Whack they drive in the barbs and reel another in. She’s even younger and barely an adolescent, easily manhandled, bound and thrown in the vehicle.
‘Imagine poor little Annie’s nightmare and torment as she lies in pain and fear when they pull up.’ The men manhandle her to a dusty old shed; throw her on the ground and mill around smoking and laughing for what seems like hours. Then she hears it! Sssskkk a rifle is loaded and cocked. Annie feels the cold steel of the barrel touching her head. “No not there, you have to shoot them here one man exclaims.” “Here?” the other man questions. “Yeah. That’s it, now angle it up towards her brain.” “Yeah, that’s it” he directs. BOOM! Her torture and torment is finally over but while she’s still twitching, they skin her.
No one mourned the death of Annie. No one will shed a tear at her passing or even remember her. No one cares that Annie died so horrifically because Annie was a crocodile.
-Steve Irwin, January 2000
An omnivore’s first encounter with vegans on Tumblr
An appropriate response: Wow, these people seem kind of extreme. Are they just a cult of raving, lunatic hippies, or is it possible that I’m missing something here? After all, I’ve never looked into any of this. Maybe I should Google some stuff to see what the fuck they’re so pissed about.
Actual response: fucking vegans think there so much better then everyone else, fucking dumasses! were natral carnivors. top of da food chain!!!1! ive seen lots of comercialz on tv, so i know evrything about farming. there so dumb, milking a cow isnt rape!! they dont care if u touch there udders!!! plus they will EXPLODE if u dont milk them, and u need calcium!! i know lots about nutriants!! vitaman b12!!!! protien!!! vegans dnt care about ppl anyway!! starving babiez in africa!! fucking vegans, im gonna leave this asshole an anon ask. thatll set him straight!!!
La bici es mejor que el auto…
Best of Secret Republic 2011: The Real Reason Why Bicycles Are The Key To Better Cities
April 14th, 2011
We all know the talking points. The benefits of bicycles have been tirelessly elaborated upon; bicycles improve health, ease congestion, save money, use less space, and provide efficient transportation with zero fuel consumption and zero carbon emissions. The culmination of a population on two wheels can have a drastic impact on the overall wellbeing of a city. However, none of these come close to the most meaningful aspect of cycling, a factor that cannot be quantified but has endless value to those fighting to improve their communities.
The most vital element for the future of our cities is that the bicycle is an instrument of experiential understanding.
On a bicycle, citizens experience their city with deep intimacy, often for the first time. For a regular motorist to take that two or three mile trip by bicycle instead is to decimate an enormous wall between them and their communities.
In a car, the world is reduced to mere equation; “What is the fastest route from A to B?” one will ask as they start their engine. This invariably leads to a cascade of freeway concrete flying by at incomprehensible speeds. Their environment, the neighborhoods that compose their communities, the beauty of architecture, the immense societal problems in distressed areas, the faces of neighbors… all of this becomes a conceptually abstract blur from the driver’s seat.
Yes, the bicycle is a stunningly efficient machine of transportation, but in the city it is so much more. The bicycle is new vision for the blind man. It is a thrilling tool of communication, an experiential device for the beauty and the ills of the urban context. One cannot turn a blind eye on a bicycle - they must acknowledge their community, all of it.
Here lies the secret weapon of the urban renaissance.
You see, those of us fighting for our cities, we struggle because too few see the problems, and fewer understand the solutions. They are quite literally racing past the issue, too busy to see, too fast to comprehend.
I cannot approach the average citizen and explain the innate intricacies of land use and transportation relationships, how density is vital to urban sustainability, how our sprawled real estate developments are built on economic quicksand, how our freeways shredded the urban fabric like a rusty dagger, how deeply our lives would be enriched by a collective commitment to urbanism.
Aside from glazed eyes, I will be met with outrage. No one wants to be told that they must radically alter their lifestyle, no matter how well you sell it.
The bicycle doesn’t need to be sold. It’s economical, it’s fun, it’s sexy, and just about everyone already has one hiding somewhere in their garage.
Invite a motorist for a bike ride through your city and you’ll be cycling with an urbanist by the end of the day. Even the most eloquent of lectures about livable cities and sustainable design can’t compete with the experience from atop a bicycle saddle.
“These cars are going way too fast,” they may mutter beneath their breath.
“How are we supposed to get across the highway?”
“Wow, look at that cathedral! I didn’t know that was there.”
“I didn’t realize there were so many vacant lots in this part of town.”
“Hey, let’s stop at this cafe for a drink.”
Suddenly livability isn’t an abstract concept, it’s an experience. Human scale, connectivity, land use efficiency, urban fabric, complete streets… all the codewords, catchphrases, and academic jargon can be tossed out the window because now they are one synthesized moment of appreciation. Bicycles matter because they are a catalyst of understanding - become hooked on the thrill of cycling, and everything else follows. Now a new freeway isn’t a convenience but an impediment. Mixed-use development isn’t a threat to privacy but an opportunity for community. And maybe, just maybe, car-free living will eventually be seen not as restrictive, but as a door to newfound freedom.
The real reason why bicycles are the key to better cities?
Some might call it enlightenment.
It may look big, but PLEASE read this. If you don’t have time now, save the link somewhere and read after. I beg you.
ugh this is from a pro-ana blog :|
but yeah water is good for you, let’s all drink it. and if you live in a developed country with safe public water DO NOT BUY BOTTLED WATER!! we should all take advantage of potable water while we can, before fracking messes that up.
Here in Brazil we don’t have clean piped water :(
In middle-class houses we have a filter, but most of the time we must buy bottled water… That’s quite sad.
Not true, I do have it in my folks place. At least where I live it’s pretty common.
Every single capital of Brazil has decent clean pipe water with almost no chemicals, it’s actually cleaner than most other countries. Also, 87% of the cities in Brazil has clean piped water, just some are not as much clean without chemicals as in the capitals. If you have a ‘water tank’ (caixa d’água) it may not be clean, but it’s because the tank is dirty, not the water coming from the pipes outside your house. that’s why you should always have at least one tap coming straight from the street.
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