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cassie-lmao · 1 year
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"it is what it is" -i mutter to myself quietly as i proceed to take it so personally that it destabilizes me so severely my entire perception of reality is shaken to the core, i feel like throwing up, blacking out, bashing my head against a wall, screaming from the top of my lungs and crying until the skin under my eyes look like feet when they were soaked in water for too long
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immaculatasknight · 2 months
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Echoes throughout the world
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I don’t want to die
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breathedreamscream · 2 months
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quote4me · 11 months
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lesser-mook · 17 days
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MSNBC's Desperate Damage Control Will Make You Laugh Out Loud
political correctness is dangerous for championing cult mentality than progressiveness & advancement. It is a symptom of decline toward authoritarian state **from a former Communist
The process of destabilization begins with "redefining" normal. 
7:55  / 9:00 Are the highlights, the juicy parts of what's going on in propaganda media. From your movies, misandrist conditioning, etc.
‘You’re in an Authoritarian State. You Just Don’t Know It.’ -- 
The decline of culture, sabotage is never instantaneous, it's a slow burn, a slow infection to poison generations. A slow knife- the patient blade, that infiltrates your ads, your tv shows, infects the minds of girls, and derails the minds of boys:
The slow knife, cuts deeper. The slow decline, the patient sabotage, is what brings down Empires.
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feluka · 15 days
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no matter how the media spins it remember that the US would rather watch the region burn than give up its little pet genocidal colonial ethnostate project
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chloeworships · 3 months
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I wanted to add an update to why I was shown both the US and Jamaican flag…
In the past the CIA was once accused of destabilizing Jamaica 🇯🇲 by sowing misinformation and disinformation giving guns to politicians who armed the people.
Jamaica has never been the same since.
This is what other countries are trying to do NOW in America, Canada, Israel and many other places especially using technology.
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itsalla-blrrrr · 5 months
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saxafimedianetwork · 8 months
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Somaliland's Strategic Withdrawal From Las Anod And The Battle For Sovereignty
Supporting #Somaliland’s resilience & #sovereignty can contribute to preventing further escalation while maintaining stability in the region. Swift & decisive action is required to address the challenges posed by the conflict in #LasAnod.
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kesarijournal · 9 months
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The Grain Games: A Tale of Threats, Famine, and Diplomatic Ping-Pong
In the grand theatre of international politics, the stage is often set with the most unexpected props. Today, it’s grain. Yes, you heard it right, grain. The humble cereal, the staff of life, has become the latest pawn in the geopolitical chessboard. And boy, what a game it’s turning out to be!Act 1: The ThreatOur story begins with a threat, as all good thrillers do. The Ukrainian military, in a…
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immaculatasknight · 9 months
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Assault on our culture
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bshocommons · 11 months
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To destabilize a group of people is not at all difficult, not if you are willing to be cruel enough. You simply knock out the foundations, and a natural consequence is that the rest begins to tumble.
Kelly Rimmer, The Things We Cannot Say
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bluerosefox · 6 months
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Of Tiny Tots, Mistaken Identities, and Reunions
Seventeen year old Damian Wayne is dragged to a business deal outside of Gotham (along with his father and Drake), mostly to keep up appearances that the family does work outside of Gotham, networking, and because Damian does need to learn the ropes of the company, he decides to head outside the meeting with the Manson family to get a breather (mainly cause the Manson's were annoying him fully, it was like they were trying to suck up towards Damian and trying to push their daughter on him but at the same time he caught them almost insulting and hostile towards him before they would stop and correct themselves) when out of the blue a three year old toddler with black hair comes running over with a cheerful "Daddy!" and latches onto his leg.
Damian is stunned in place but feels frozen when he hears a voice, older and almost identical to his own but he can detect a familiarity in it, a voice he only hears in his dreams nowadays say.
"Ellie, no! That's not me Starlight! I'm so sorry dude-"
When Damian turned his head towards the voice he's meet with an near identical face, granted there were some minor differences, but very, very familiar pair of striking blue eyes staring at him. Eyes that were somehow full of life, which shouldn't be possible because the last time he saw those eyes they had been dim and milked over years ago. The speaker had become startled at the his sudden turn and the words that he had been saying had quickly died out when he too took in Damian's features.
"D...Damian?..." the name came out so soft and small that Damian almost didn't hear it but he did.
And before Damian could stop himself, he spoke a name he hadn't dared utter in years.
"Danyal."
His twin looked like he had just seen a ghost, and Damian was sure he looked the same. And given the last time they had last saw each other it was no wonder they both looked like death warmed over them for a moment.
After all... Damian had failed to protect his brother, Danyal al Ghul all those years ago on a botched mission.
His bother who... wasn't dead.
His brother who was looking like he wanted to run but was keeping himself rooted in his spot.
His brother whose eyes were glancing downwards and seemed so nervous.
His brother who knew the little girl, Ellie, still hugging his legs.
His brother who had... responded and corrected her mix up when she had called Damian 'Daddy.'
And oh, she's looking up at him and making grabby hands wanting to be picked up and she has Danyal's eyes and his nose and-
Oh... Damian.... Damian's an uncle it seems.
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Something is seriously wrong
I awake from my nap, expecting to feel rested, maybe a bit cranky, and ready to do more work.
Instead, I feel even worse than I did when I took a break.
I think nothing of it at first- sometimes you can feel more tired after a nap- and i instead get up to check the time and get some water.
As I plant my feet firmly on the ground, I feel faint. Maybe it’s my iron deficiency, but I feel as if I am going to pass out right here and now. I once again think nothing of it as I go get water.
The tiredness only grows as I make my way through the mansion that is my house. I don’t see anyone around, perhaps Aurora and Desmond are busy.
I get my water, and I see my reflection in the glass.
Something is off about it, and not in the usual way that water warps your features.
I put my hand to my face to make sure there isn’t anything wrong, and my hand phases through my skull.
I drop my glass in surprise and it shatters on the floor.
I scream.
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