countries will be like “nooooo our birth rate is falling exponentially and it’s effecting our economy” and immigrants will be like “hey can you let us in so we can boost your economy and fill your empty jobs and raise our children here” and inevitably the country is like “the only thing worse than a large scale collapse of our population is letting foreigners live here”
americans use their deeply held belief that america is the world leader in lgbt rights to justify their own intolerance. they'll say "well you can't expect anyone to really think of you that way" to trans people and "if you lived somewhere else they'd cut your head off" to gay people, and with that self satisfaction they refuse to address their own biases any further, or even consider that they might be abnormal or cruel in comparison to anyone besides, like, mormons. i genuinely believe that to see a non-american gay/trans person be treated with respect and love by family and peers in their home country would terrify them. to see it on a large scale would make them violently sick.
G.I.’s from (possibly) the 1st Btn, 314th Inf. Rgt. of the US 79th Inf. Div., during an attack on the Bolleville road, just north west of La Haye-du-Puits in Normandy.
I am losing my fucking mind. I'm losing my mind. joined a call with the american part of our team and one of them floated a fun friday chatter question before the meeting started. imagine this in the usamerican commercial tone of voice.
"soooo! I'm going on a trip across eastern europe this summer! any recs?"
and so I already feel the slight tension of being the only pole in the call - luckily, they don't really know me, and I usually don't speak up during calls with US, so I stay silent. I just brace. I brace.
"oh, where are you planning to go to though?" someone asks, rationally. eastern europe is a pretty broad term, after all.
"aw, we are planning to see Vienna, Budapest, and Munich! so, any recs for fun things to do there?"
ta-da. the last curtain falls. the usamericans start chirping joyfully about the wonders of austrian choirs and cuisine, and I feel the skin on my back shrivel like a sun-dried plum.