Christmas in Jerusalem, Palestine, 1926.
His name is Mack, he’s a chinchilla. This picture was taken on October 12th, the day I overcame my fear of hurting him as I held him, he had been in our home for a month and a day. He died today, October 13th, because he came from the store with a parasite infestation. Three weeks after he came home he started moving slowly and eating less and we took him to the vet, and we started medicating him. Today, he stopped moving out of weakness and we took him back to the vet, where he died. I’m inconsolable, heartbroken, Mack was pretty much my first pet, he was only four months when he died and he was beautiful. At least he knew he was loved before he passed.
I love you, Mack.
There are probably 100 reasons but I’m just going to give you 10 off the top of my head.
"You’re sweaty, fuckin’ ignorant, a product of conditioning. Eugenics, Social Darwinism, an excuse for your positioning."
"I’m just a fat guy sitting in the cold."
“Why are you sitting in the cold?”
“I’m waiting to go to work. I work an overnight security job. I live in Philly, but I take the bus up here and stay for four days each week. I can’t find work in Philly and I’ve got two kids.”
“Where do you sleep?”
“Starbucks, McDonalds, anywhere I can take a quick nap.”
Heart breaks over this. That man has more dignity than many I know and will ever comw to know.
All the power to the downtrodden.
It would be cheaper to fly to Spain, get a hip replacement, live there for two years, get a second hip replacement, and fly home than it would be to get one hip replaced in the United States.
Hour of Penance — Adversary of Bigotry
THIS. MOTHERFREAKING THIS.
Excuse me as I causally anonymously mail this to all my relatives’ homes