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I have nothing to say on it...(ignore the article and just see the heading): OK Boomer 910 Youth are the future and naturally they should have a say in it The first two generations born after World War II are largely holding fort in governments everywhere. These leaders may believe they have spurred economic growth, avoided costly warsand upheld national interests but young people are immensely discontented. Against their worries about climate change, rising • education expenses and shrinkingjob avenues they get xenophobic political responses. Immigration is demonised, trade ties are breaking, and dissent is being met with authoritarianism. This wide global arc of populist nationalism vs youth protests has touched India too and testing times beckon. Onemay disagree with the specificprescriptions of Swedish climate activist Greta Thunberg or JNU student leader Aishe Ghosh. But their spirited questioning of the establishment is the zeitgeist. Students are marching on the streets. because they see the current course of action as jeopardising their future. They'readulting where the adults have disappointed. The diminutive Aishe, head bandaged, left arm in cast, two FIRS weighing her down, wants to answer her attackers' iron rods only with demo- cratic debate. A university must indeed be a space for thinking minds to lock horns, peacefully. But ironi- cally violence, not dissent, seems to be getting a free pass since Sunday. Governments mustn't discourage dissent. As Supreme Court said, it's democracy's safety valve. A young person's Free Kashmir' placard in aMumbai protest is nochallenge to India but shouldremind Indians of Kashmir's unending internet shutdown-and how it has handicapped educațion there. Actually, the peaceful anti-CAA-NRC protests, with their vibrant creativity and joyful odes to the Constitution, would be a moment of pride for any mature democracy. When Deepika Padukone bowed to Aishe, it underlined that even the younger Bollywood is cast in a different mould than the old order The women stand out. Institutions, meanwhile, are slow to respond. Whether it is government or police or university authorities. But let's be clear, actions that harm higher education will hurt India's future deeply. Nobel-winning JNU alumnus Abhijit Banerjee credits the "extreme- ly unregulated freedom" o US campuses for spurring success. Here, the outrages of Leftism thatsuppressed alternative voices are being replicated by those seeking to impose Hindutva hegemony instead. Not devolving autonomy to public campuses has proved a costly mistake. Fossilised structures have fallen further and further behind in global competition. Getting off this reverse gear is an urgent task. It needs ditching the remote control, better funding models, higheracademic standards. And listening to the students. I have nothing to say on it...(ignore the article and just see the heading)

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At my grandparents: Gold A PRAYER FOR PRESIDENT TRUMP HEAVENLY FATHER. We come tndiay as the body of Christ in this nation, to lift up our President. Donald J. Trump. As manywices rise up against this one You have set into office, we lift up our voices. with one heart and mint. e standt in agreement with heaven's purposes concerning our nation. (Ps 133) We stand by this Pesitemt wiho has decleret this nation to be under God's rule and authority and seeks righteousness and usice tor oun matton. (Ps e14 We walcome and embrace the fear of the Lord as the standard for all righteous rule and repent for the ways in whmich we have bowed to the fear of man. Cleanse our hearts and renew our minds that we may waik in the ighhe of our truth. Ps433) We ask that President Trump would delight in the fear of the uant in der to wailk in the power of Your might and the wisdom of Your ways. (Mi 3:8) May righteousness and taithfulmesbe hs porion so that he may render righteous judgments according to Your Word. (ls n35 We sik that Phesidient Timump woulid show mo fear toward the evil that assails him (is a:12). but ther vene it with a zealand passion for Your laws which bring ife and liberty to all. (Pr 10:29-32) Way he inve Manur Wiantand seek your wisdom diligenty (Ph E:17) nemaining open and teachable to godly Ue and theaver's wistiom. Ph1:7) We thank You that his heart is in Your hands and that You wit tire t ting ourwil and purposse Grane him increased grace and blessing as he heeds your wCe and es Wour wunt (Ph 21:0 We dediane ower Presitient Trump that he will hane thue judgments by the Spirit and not dimg w man Ts 113-4) We declane that he will possess heaven's knmowliedge with shrewdness of mint n manmg rig decisims for the good of the pesple.(Pre:12) F his mouth win good things (Pr DE33ahe may speai wihat is sue and tight. (PrE0) We pray shat he will use his God-given aurtiotit e e jutice and estatist righteousness in this land for the sake of Your glory and Minom (Sen ag PaB17) We dediane that he will muie in the midis of his enemies, not backing down wveing sue o thas sritimidiatton Ps111-2.Ept e13) wayr his ears become deat to the a rm sememes and may tiase whd seek tis ife andwar 1o You for shaeir wicked ways. May he hat dhne W sur oand and Msu sowemsnign purpsne dhat is keeping him and sustaining him in is s(Ps312-13 Phesidien Tium ad those wiho senme him, satle tom e enemy's snares and ee fom he mps PGACsan By tsur grear tand. Land deal with these wio sppese rightesssness is soweneaign and true (Ps 64169) Way he Mine of t et amt otda tia net will EHAUA Ne al Your enemmes and comsume all mosewno stand agin You condennng sur tesine and e e ane nattion umder God Ps8734 Thane yos.Parther Poom the tge sfice ndie ind the leao insie amdng mes, may we a sesk sa knse Yu sne mmteste Mses misne assisatieg, and praise You mane suly ss that al man w t Tisg e me Son unChriscwe pray Ame ting sur prayvens and empowering vs as cgdo amdestadons on the ea At my grandparents
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Shared by a distant cousin of mine. Now I know why they're distant.: Yesterday at 5:01 PM OBAMA: "IT WAS YOU." It was you who funded mandatory Arabic language and culture studies in Grammar schools across our country. It was you who spoke these words at an Islamic dinner "I am one of you." It was you who gave $100 million in U.S. taxpayer funds to re-build foreign mosques *It was you who wrote that in the event of a conflict "I will stand with the Muslims." It was you who sat for 20 years in a Liberation Theology Church con- demning America and professing Marxism. it was you who exempted Muslims from penalties under Obamacare that the rest of us have to pay It was you who mocked the Bible & Jesus Christ's Sermon On The Mount while repeatedly referring to the HOLY Qur'an. It was you who said this country is not a Christian nation It was you who appointed anti-Christian fanatics to your Czar Corps. *It was you who appointedd rabid Islamists to Home- land Security. It was you who appointed your chief adviser, Valerie Jarrett, an Iranian, who is a member of the Muslim Sisterhood, which is an off-shoot of the Muslim Brotherhood. AS President you refused to respect the USA Flag or Anthem *It was you who bowed in submission before the Saudi King. It was you who funneled $900 Million in U.S. taxpayer dollars to Hamas. & millions more to ISIS/ISIL, Jihadis, al-Qaeda & other Terrorist Orgs Shared by a distant cousin of mine. Now I know why they're distant.

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Beel the Bard, part 2! (part 1 in comments): Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:16:26 No.38034693 File: We'reBack ipg (9 KB, 216x234) 38034709 >>38034486 >>38034570 Well, for you guys, since you asked. PEUNITER It had been almost a decade in the game world, and since we left off, our characters had essentially gone their separate ways. The initial plot was gathering everyone back together to become the 'dream team' of the fantasy world. We thought it was kinda cool, since most of characters were young, we managed to still play characters in their 30's and one in their 50's (Paladin, super Bro). The rest managed to form up without much problem, and then the group made a note that something was amiss. Then the thief asks "Where the fuck is Beel?" Enter me, suddenly handed this sheet of a character aged a decade, but was a surprised as hell. The DM had given Beel a fucking theater he played in every other night. He was apparently bardy-hardy every spare moment of his life. He drank, he gambled, and he slept. In a decade, Beel had never settled down, but in all fairness, he was just as much a gentlemen to the ladies he was partying with, which left him a rather decent reputation. How did the party find Beel? Why, under a group of party-goers, a mug hanging off his hon and a shit-eating grin on his unnaturally youthful, infemal face. "Been long enough, fellas!" Beel gathered his gear, paid for the night, made his latest roomie breakfast, and set out with his friends, happily fiddling as he set out on the road after them And so the party sent out after the new threat, unaware of their higher purpose. Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:18:26 No.38034709 38034745 File: PlsDon'tHurt.ipg (10 KB, 213x237) >>38034693 As the party journeyed from town to town, they noticed strange things. Well, they did, Beel noticed the ladies and a few bars but otherwise he was blind. See, in the time since we left the characters, they had become rather famous, rather heroic figures that were a little like celebrities. When they entered a town, everyone noticed them, and reacted with joy and cheer and sometimes flat out fanclubs appeared. Everyone was famous. Except for Beel For some reason, people ignored, if not HATED Beel on sight. I had to roll performs to get them back to a neutral state, then perform my way into their hearts again. Not that I was complaining about barding up a storm once more, but OOC, we all took note of the weird censor that people had on Beel, and by extension, me. I still had performance points no mortal bard has any reasonable right to have, which meant the couple of barfights I got into were pretty damning from a gameplay point of view, but pala-bro was there for the healing. Had he not been there healing me, the 'angry fanatics that crept through the window would have clubbed me to death. Oh yeah, there were angry fanatics that crept through my window one night to kill me, by the way. They were the first lead we had. Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:21:44 No.38034745 File: DM is All Like.jpg (28 KB, 750x600) 38034757 38034709 Turns out, there was someone casting high level 'mind-wipe' and 'suggestion' spells that erased me from everyone's memories and made them subtly hate me for no goddamn reas on besides DM reasons. As we progressed, it got worse and worse. Only thing that kept my party on my side was nightly fiddle sessions that restored their memories of me. Shit was getting intense. A WIZARD DID IT We continued to move forwards, growing close and closer to the source, where people would literally attack me in the streets when they fiqured out who I was. It was kinda suckish until I could sneak in the taven and perform the entire crowd into praise and love. By the time we reached the castle with the BBEG's initials written on the front door, we were tired, battered, and sick of people trying to kill the musician for no reason We ascend the stairs, defeating deluded warriors and bandits forced into service, Beel providing commentary and epic BGM the entire time. As we draw closer to the top, the DM informs me I hear a light sound, almost like a string instru- Oh you did not. Seriously, DM? Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:23:38 No.38034757 File: FnalHoedown.jpg (55 KB, 613x330) >>38034790 38034745 We throw open the doors and see SURPRISE It's mother. Fucking. Carn-ya. Tuns out I didn't just out perform this bastard, I DESTORYED him, and he hated me. Oh, did he hate Beel. He had devoted half a decade to plotting against him, and the next half carrying it out. Everything had been because Beel had destroyed him, and he was surprised when he saw the rest of the party, not even remembering their faces. All he cared about was me. It was then that I realized that the DM was leaning back and he handed me a sheet. His next move was to click something on his laptop. The paper in my hand? Lyrics for "Devil Comes Back to Georgia", which I had no idea was an actual thing. And the music started. Carm-ya casts some sort of infernal tangle on the party and suddenly the entire tower qives way to reveal that it's the center of a Mass, and I mean MASS, teleport spell. He ports half the world into this little enormous arena-thing, creates magic speakers, and then the DM clears his throat to announce to the world his challenge Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:28:15 No.38034790 File: DuellMeYo.ipg (12 KB, 251x201) 38034814 >38034757 "It's been ten long years since the devil laid the bridge toll at Ole' Beel's feet. And it burned inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat. In the darkest of the hells the devil hatched an evil plan, To tempt the Tiefling fiddler, for he's just a mortal man! The sin of pride' the devil cried is what will do you in! You thought you had this setled, you're the best fiddler ever's been." I sat there listening to the music as the DM continued, the rest laughing around me as their characters are grappled and left to watch this infernal showdown take place. Then the DM continued. Beel didn't you know that time keeps marching on? The coldest hours in Eberron come just before the dawn! Devil's back in game will you stand the test or will you let this devil be the best?" And that's when Beel cracks his neck, drops the kicks his case open, and places the fiddle under his chin as I improv the lyrics a smidge (Improv club does WONDERS for roleplay, don't it?) "In truth I haven't played this character much since June. But give me half a minute, he'll get his fiddle back in tune." Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:33:10 No.38034814 File: Nat20Fiddling.jpg (8 KB, 256x192) 38034834 >>38034790 I watch the lyrics, which he was nice enough to point out a few key things to c hange at my discretion. And true to the tune, the devil whooshes over and steals my bow and fiddle, and the DM tells me he starts to play: The devil grabs the older fiddle out of Ole Beel's hand and said: Though I was fiddler underground, now I walk the land." The DM stands up, pulls out an inflatable violin he found and starts to pretend to play, danc ing and keeping beat with the music, which even though was new, I could feel the familiar beat and found myself not worrying about keeping up the improv. The DM stops and points to the party that sits tied up, laughing hysterically and rolling his performance, and continues: "Ya'll just better be turning back if you want this Tiefling to win, Cos natural 's the only cure for the targets he's gotta hit I grin and read from the paper and add my own touch: "Now devil it would sin for you to fudge my rolls, you go on back to hells and to the taverns I will go!" "Ole Beel are you practicing or will you rolls go low? This DM rolls the devil hard and there'll be no re-rolls. Can you hear the party cryin', will they ever know this devil want's Beel's very soul?" Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:35:44 No.38034834 File: WeFiddlinNowSon.jpg (53 KB, 1920x1080) 38034852 38034814 The DM throws me the fiddle and I slip off my shoes and socks, stretching my toes out as the music starts to come back around. I grin and test the inflatable fiddle out, bending my knees as I get ready to bardcore once more. As the music comes to me, I point the bow and happily state: "Before we play, I want to thank you for letting forum boards ring true, They said DM's can't be trusted- He smiled and laughed "Yes, but what you gonna do?" Beel smiles, and readies the bow "Well you can have my character sheet if you think that you can win, 'Cos I out-rolled you once, with this here bard, and I can roll them once again." And you can bet your collective asses I pranced around that room like a fucking swan princess trained by the blue fairy and private tutelage from the Russian ballet class. Did I look like an idiot? Yes. Did I make myself look like a fool? Oh yeah. Did my knee hurt for a month because of this? You bet. But I'll be damned if I do NOT follow the bard-core I wanted to be. "Slime-cube's green, Tiefling's red, Can't fight shit, sing instead, this devil's dream But Bard Beel's the best fiddler that's ever been." that he can win. Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:38:07 No.38034852 File: BanzaiVio.jpg (33 KB, 194x175) 38034871>38034890 >38034834 I slid to my knees as I finished my solo, making the holes that would eventually lead to the ruin of one of my favorite jeans, and nearly crushed my little toe (I am not a small dude, at all). I was panting, the group was laughing and clapping, and the DM was trying not the fall over out of his beanbag chair as I stuck my tongue out like a rock-star and held the inflatable fiddle over my head. The DM finished the rolls, calculated the performance score, and handed me the sheet. This time, Beel had finished with a little over 80 % of the total allotted points scored in the game. The entire world cheered as Beel stood up, bowed, and then promptly danced arund the devil who collapsed into a terrible mess on the stage. One of the greater evil gods appeared, and was so moved by my performance that he apologized, took the devil Carn-ya back to his plane, and promised to prevent him from bothering me, lest my fiddle skills start to falter because of the distraction. 3803490238034903>38034918 >>38035009 Anonymous 02/13/15(Fri)10:41:41 No.38034890 File: GoldenFid ipg (9 KB, 280x210) >>38034852 After that, the party once again went their separate ways, eventually passing into legend. The Paladin bro became the right hand enforcer of his god (Well deserved. Dude was more devoted to Kord than any bastard before him, god-speed man), the thief finally landed the biggest payday imaginable and retired to luxury, but not before buying an orphanage (A promise from the first campaign she played). The wizards founded a school of magic, divided it into two sides, and they have battles between the two classes every week to decide the lunch menu. The warrior reclaimed a long lost throne and re-founded a kingdom of magic-less people with nowhere to go. And Beel? Beel continued the tradition of bard-core, eventually reaching peak status as the star of his own tale, and after years of continuing the fiddling of divine aptitude, he achieved god-hood, as a god of music. His clergy currently practices the fiddle, and he is invoked every year to duel the best. Should he judge them worthy, he bestows a golden fiddle of performance. I refuse to play Beel again, mostly becauseI can't do better than that, and partly because I've moved from bards. But I will never forget the bard-core. Capthca: isize Livin' large, baby. Beel's livin' large. Beel the Bard, part 2! (part 1 in comments)
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How over is my life?: Fucking LOL at my life. Been looksmaxing for almost a year, literally ZERO progress. K2 + zinc megadose, mewing, facepulling, working out, bonesmashing, fucking everything. It's like I've touched by Midas. Nothing has changed. I punch holes in walls every day thinking about the absolute GIGACHAD I could've been with ideal environment. EXTREMELY bad environment lead to extreme sub subsaharan african levels of stunting brb EXTREME manletism brb haven't grown for 2 years, not even 1mm of wrist circumference brb 4 inch dik brb completely androgynous face with O dimorphism brb flat feet, bowed legs and misaligned knees from neglect when I was a baby. Probably an inch of height loss. brb 580 ng/dl t levels and high estradiol brb 6 inch wrists brb extremely recessed maxilla from mouthbreathing brb selective mutism, haven't talked all of high school brb EXTREMELY high inhibition and aspie as fuk brb humiliated all of high school brb EXTREMELY unathletic, literally I was 3/4 of the way to the finish line during the 100m race when most of the people had already crossed the finish line, that was after years of plyometric training. brb TINY frame, 62 kg @ 6'1 after working out for 2 years and eating a shit ton brb tiny hands and feet brb 13 inch neck (havne't measured, just guessing) brb short limbs brb gay alien skull brb extremely narrow skull, I get skullmogged extremely hard by my oneitis. Small skull is the nail in the coffin. No way my skull will grow at this age. My conditions growing up were absolutely insane, literally nobody in the country had it worse than me. My fuking parents who were responsible for all this won't buy me something as basic as creatine, no way they'll get anything like HGH. I have no money to buy it myself. I've been begging them for months for tongue tie surgery and they wouldn't even let me have it because all they care about is muh studies. "girls aren't interested in looks, just study hard and have a lot of money!""height means nothing!"You're still taller than that amputee"you're lucky you're not disabled". My extremely bluepill sister literally attacks me for getting mentioning height, muh Peter Dinklage. Never gotten an IOI in my life. Invisible to girls. No friends, only people who even pay attention to me at school are the jocks who push me around or teachers who are afraid I'll go ER (Literally 7 cops went to the school after I bypassed the block and went on stormfront not talking at all and acting extremely creepily massive looks falio). 16 years old and 4 month, is it still possible to be a 6'6 gigachad like Badr Hari or am I doomed for life? How over is my life?
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Legit thought this was a joke, commented, the group that made it is not a joke: OBAMA: "IT WAS YOU." It was you who funded mandatory Arabic language and culture studies in Grammar schools across our country It was you who spoke these words at an Islamic dinner "I am one of you." It was you who gave $100 million in U.S. taxpayer funds to re-build foreign mosques *It was you who wrote that in the event of a conflict "I will stand with the Muslims." It was you who sat for 20 years in a Liberation Theology Church con demning America and professing Marxism. It was you who exempted Muslims from penalties under Obamacare that the rest of us have to pay. It was you who mocked the Bible & Jesus Chrisťs Sermon On The Mount while repeatedly referring to the HOLY Qur'an. It was you who said this country is not a Christian nation. It was you who appointed anti-Christian fanatics to your Czar Corps. *It was you who appointed rabid Islamists to Home land Security. It was you who appointed your chief adviser, Valerie Jarrett, an Iranian, who is a member of the Muslim Sisterhood, which is an off-shoot of the Muslim Brotherhood. AS President ticn you refused to respect the USA Flag or Anthem *It was you who bowed in submission before the Saudi King. It was you who funneled $900 Million in U.S. taxpayer dollars to Hamas. & millions more to ISIS/ISIL, Jihadis, al-Qaeda & other Terrorist Orgs Legit thought this was a joke, commented, the group that made it is not a joke

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marithlizard: taraljc: seperis: sapphic-pink-kryptonite: phoenixonwheels: linkedsoul: little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him. It works wonders. In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let ‘em know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them. If there’s anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize I’m not moving for them, I can’t think of it atm. Walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how. Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you. Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds. I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT Patriarchy Chicken and The Murder Strut, dance names for the new millenium.  : Anna Breslaw @annabreslavw My sister is doing arn experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn't move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men. 12/13/14, 5:04 PNM marithlizard: taraljc: seperis: sapphic-pink-kryptonite: phoenixonwheels: linkedsoul: little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him. It works wonders. In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let ‘em know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them. If there’s anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize I’m not moving for them, I can’t think of it atm. Walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how. Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you. Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds. I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT Patriarchy Chicken and The Murder Strut, dance names for the new millenium. 
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