this writer’s glaring ignorance regarding folkish heathen anyway is showing. I would bet he/she/it/ knows exactly zero folkish Pagans and lives in a pseudo intellectual leftist echo chamber where nearly anything goes. The obvious lack of critical thinking is easy to see. This piece is one long logical contradiction masked as condemnation.
And I want to know why it is that, four guys from California who were – logically, and as it turned out, predictively – expecting violence against their persons, and took appropriate precautions – were arrested for “incitement to riot” and ‘rioting” in Charlottesville? I know that is a complicated sentence. I apologize. I just want to know why 4 guys who allegedly spend their lives living in a manner that promotes individual responsibility and physical fitness, and teaches others to protect themselves, are the bad guys when all they did was put tape on their knuckles to protect them.
How is it that a non profit can use MY tax dollars -and yours too – to do this crap???
If Levi Strauss is going to support gun control for ANY reason I am done buying them. Unless they have come from the thrift store. And maybe no then.
If data about us, ourselves, does not belong to us absolutely, then we are all slaves. Permanently. With no option for buyout.
But Trump and all the rest of us are RACIST for bringing up the fact that these “refugees” are anything but, and have no wish to integrate and assimilate, to learn our language, or to subscribe to the American way of life. Gee, I wonder if they were receiving public benefits such as food stamps, welfare, and housing assistance as well? Care to take bets on that?
I have a kitten. I didn’t plan to get one. We already have two cats. But life has a way of forcing change on one.
I was on my way home at sunset. I was driving along in the left lane at approximately 65 mph and an SUV was in the outside lane maybe 100 feet ahead of me. I saw a lump in the outside lane and about five seconds before the SUV ran over it, I realized it was a kitten. So my OhShit quickly turned into an OhGod. I pulled over into the median as soon as I could without locking up and walked back to the kitten. It was just crouched in the road, exactly where it had been both before and after it got hit. It was moving its head so I knew it was still alive but I thought for sure I was rescuing it simply to take it to have it euthanized. Its mouth was open, there was blood on the mouth, and it was panting, and it’s eyes were huge. I figured it either was paralyzed or had a head injury. I scooped it up and went back to my car where I turned around and headed back to town, calling my husband to find out where the nearest animal hospital that was still open was. Surprise, the kitten wasn’t paralyzed, it tried to crawl under the seat. I scooped him up and held him while driving.
I took him to the animal hospital my husband said was still open, and when I walked in and told them the story they immediately took it back to have the vet take a look. She brought it back and said it was stable for the moment and she would get us into a room ASAP. She asked if I had a name for it and I said “I don’t know, speed bump?”
To make a long story short, amazingly enough, he is basically uninjured except for an abrasion to his ear and a large hematoma to his cheek. He also apparently got skunked at some point too which I didn’t even realize was coming from him until the vet tech mentioned it.
So. His name is tentatively Magni. Full of might. Cuz damn it takes some might to survive a skunk AND getting tagged by a car and only end up with some bad perfume and a fat lip.
This must stop.