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        Life, Shit, and Teacher: votgs lady-feral
 "The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing
 the class into two groups.
 All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely
 on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on
 its quality.
 His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in
 his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the "quantity" group: 50
 pounds of pots rated an "A", 40 pounds a "B", and so on
 Those being graded on "quality", however, needed to produce only
 one pot albeit a perfect one to get an "A"
 Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of
 highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for
 quantity
 It seems that while the "quantity" group was busily churning out piles
 of work-and learning from their mistakes the "quality" group had
 sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show
 for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay."
 Art and Fear- David Bayles and Ted Orland (via qweety)
 Perfection is intimidating. I think most artists blocks come from the fear of
 creating something imperfect.
 (via buttastic)
 putting it even more simply: just make shit. eventually itl be good shit.
 maybe most of it will just be shit but you can't make good shit if you're not
 making a lot of shit.
 GET EXCITED AND MAKE THINGS.
 (via aintgotnoladytronblues)
 Kind of important. Ive spent way too much of my life thinking about the
 perfect things I could make without actually making the damned things.
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                    Life, Shit, and Teacher: votgs lady-feral
 "The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing
 the class into two groups.
 All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely
 on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on
 its quality.
 His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in
 his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the "quantity" group: 50
 pounds of pots rated an "A", 40 pounds a "B", and so on
 Those being graded on "quality", however, needed to produce only
 one pot albeit a perfect one to get an "A"
 Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of
 highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for
 quantity
 It seems that while the "quantity" group was busily churning out piles
 of work-and learning from their mistakes the "quality" group had
 sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show
 for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay."
 Art and Fear- David Bayles and Ted Orland (via qweety)
 Perfection is intimidating. I think most artists blocks come from the fear of
 creating something imperfect.
 (via buttastic)
 putting it even more simply: just make shit. eventually itl be good shit.
 maybe most of it will just be shit but you can't make good shit if you're not
 making a lot of shit.
 GET EXCITED AND MAKE THINGS.
 (via aintgotnoladytronblues)
 Kind of important. Ive spent way too much of my life thinking about the
 perfect things I could make without actually making the damned things.
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        Beautiful, Cars, and Family: Cood Caerings
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Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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lynati:
movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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        Food, Omg, and Target: people-are-awesome:

🍕 Play With Your (Clay) Food 🎨
OMG! Look at all those lil tiny clay bbs!
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🍕 Play With Your (Clay) Food 🎨
OMG! Look at all those lil tiny clay bbs!
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🍕 Play With Your (Clay) Food 🎨
OMG! Look at all those lil tiny clay bbs!
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        Books, Facts, and Gif: o the Ningal
 ssful trading
 rsian Gulf
 Complaint about delivery
 of the wrong grade of copper
 About 1750 BC (Old Babylonian
 period) from Ur
 ME 131236
 ian period)
peter-pantomime:
comparativelysuperlative:

prokopetz:

thesparkofrevolution:


blacktyranitar:

thesparkofrevolution:

jakovu:

dama3:

tastefullyoffensive:
Babylonian era problems. (photo via tbc34)
old school hate mail


Imagine how pissed you have to be to engrave a rock


Ok but there was this guy called Ea-nasir who was a total crook and would actually cheat people ought of good copper and sell them shit instead. The amount of correspondences complaining to and about this guy are HILARIOUS.


Are you telling me we know about a specific guy who lived 5000 years ago, by name, because he was a huge asshole


More like 4000 years ago but yes. Ea-nasir and his dodgy business deals.


And we haven’t even touched on the true hilarity of the situation yet. Consider two additional facts:
He wasn’t just into copper trading. There are letters complaining about Ea-nasir’s business practices with respect to everything from kitchenwares to real estate speculation to second-hand clothing. The guy was everywhere.
The majority of the surviving correspondences regarding Ea-nasir were recovered from one particular room in a building that is believed to have been Ea-nasir’s own house.
Like, these are clay tablets. They’re bulky, fragile, and difficult to store. They typically weren’t kept long-term unless they contained financial records or other vital information (which is why we have huge reams of financial data about ancient Babylon in spite of how little we know about the actual culture: most of the surviving tablets are commercial inventories, bills of sale, etc.).
But this guy, this Ea-nasir, he kept all of his angry letters - hundreds of them - and meticulously filed and preserved them in a dedicated room in his house. What kind of guy does that?
[ source ]

Okay, but imagine from the other guy’s point of view. You send angry letters about how Ea-nasir shipped you half a ton of subpar copper, and then 3800 years later—


History: you are without a doubt the worst business man ive ever heard of
Ea-nasir: 

        

            
            

                
                
                    Books, Facts, and Gif: o the Ningal
 ssful trading
 rsian Gulf
 Complaint about delivery
 of the wrong grade of copper
 About 1750 BC (Old Babylonian
 period) from Ur
 ME 131236
 ian period)
peter-pantomime:
comparativelysuperlative:

prokopetz:

thesparkofrevolution:


blacktyranitar:

thesparkofrevolution:

jakovu:

dama3:

tastefullyoffensive:
Babylonian era problems. (photo via tbc34)
old school hate mail


Imagine how pissed you have to be to engrave a rock


Ok but there was this guy called Ea-nasir who was a total crook and would actually cheat people ought of good copper and sell them shit instead. The amount of correspondences complaining to and about this guy are HILARIOUS.


Are you telling me we know about a specific guy who lived 5000 years ago, by name, because he was a huge asshole


More like 4000 years ago but yes. Ea-nasir and his dodgy business deals.


And we haven’t even touched on the true hilarity of the situation yet. Consider two additional facts:
He wasn’t just into copper trading. There are letters complaining about Ea-nasir’s business practices with respect to everything from kitchenwares to real estate speculation to second-hand clothing. The guy was everywhere.
The majority of the surviving correspondences regarding Ea-nasir were recovered from one particular room in a building that is believed to have been Ea-nasir’s own house.
Like, these are clay tablets. They’re bulky, fragile, and difficult to store. They typically weren’t kept long-term unless they contained financial records or other vital information (which is why we have huge reams of financial data about ancient Babylon in spite of how little we know about the actual culture: most of the surviving tablets are commercial inventories, bills of sale, etc.).
But this guy, this Ea-nasir, he kept all of his angry letters - hundreds of them - and meticulously filed and preserved them in a dedicated room in his house. What kind of guy does that?
[ source ]

Okay, but imagine from the other guy’s point of view. You send angry letters about how Ea-nasir shipped you half a ton of subpar copper, and then 3800 years later—


History: you are without a doubt the worst business man ive ever heard of
Ea-nasir: 

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        Tumblr, Blog, and France: redlipstickresurrected:

Olivier de Sagazan (French, b. 1959, Brazzaville, Congo, based France) - Untitled  Sculptures: Iron, Clay, Straw, Organic Elements, Paint.
        

            
            

                
                
                    Tumblr, Blog, and France: redlipstickresurrected:

Olivier de Sagazan (French, b. 1959, Brazzaville, Congo, based France) - Untitled  Sculptures: Iron, Clay, Straw, Organic Elements, Paint.
                    
                
            

            
                
                
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Olivier de Sagazan (French, b. 1959, Brazzaville, Congo, based France) - Untitled  Sculptures: Iron, Clay, Straw, O...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        Beef, Elf, and News: Shakespeare Insult Kit
 To create a Shakespearean insult
 Combine one word from each of the three columns below, prefaced with "Thou"
 Column 1
 Column 2
 Column 3
 artless
 ba
 beslubbering
 bootless
 churlish
 base-court
 bat-fowling
 beef-witted
 beetle-headed
 boil-brained
 clapper-clawed
 clay-brained
 common-kissing
 crook-pated
 dismal-dreaming
 dizzy-eyed
 doghearted
 dread-bolted
 earth-vexing
 elf-skinned
 fat-kidneyed
 en-sucked
 Elap-mouthed
 fly-bitten
 folly-fallen
 fool-born
 full-gorg
 baggage
 barnacle
 bladder
 bugbear
 bum-bailey
 canker-blossom
 clack-dish
 clotpole
 cox
 codpiece
 death-token
 craven
 currish
 dissembling
 errant
 awning
 tobbing
 froward
 frothy
 gleeking
 goatish
 gorbellied
 impertinent
 infectious
 arring
 loggerheaded
 lumpish
 manmering
 mang
 mewling
 paunchy
 pribbling
 puking
 CL
 flax-wench
 flirt-gill
 foot-licker
 fustilarian
 giglet
 ud
 haggard
 half-taced
 hasty-witted
 hedge-pig
 horn-beast
 hugger-mugger
 joithead
 lewdster
 idle-headed
 i11-breeding
 i1l-nurtured
 knotty-pated
 milk-livered
 motley-minded
 onion-eyed
 plume-plucked
 pottle-deep
 pox-marked
 reeling-ripe
 rough-hewn
 rude-growing
 maggot-pie
 malt-worm
 qualling
 rank
 ree
 measle
 minnow
 miscreant
 moldwarp
 mumble-news
 nut-hook
 pigeon-egg
 pignut
 puttock
 pumpion
 ratsbane
 scut
 skainsmate
 ruttish
 saucy
 pleeny
 tottering
 UnMUzzLed
 shard-borne
 sheep-biting
 spur-galled
 swag-bellied
 tardy-gaited
 tickle-brained
 ve
 villainous
 wayward
 yeasty
 varlot
 vassa
 whey-face
 d-spotted
 unchin-snouted
 weather-bitten
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
epicjohndoe:

Shakespeare Kit
        

            
            

                
                
                    Beef, Elf, and News: Shakespeare Insult Kit
 To create a Shakespearean insult
 Combine one word from each of the three columns below, prefaced with "Thou"
 Column 1
 Column 2
 Column 3
 artless
 ba
 beslubbering
 bootless
 churlish
 base-court
 bat-fowling
 beef-witted
 beetle-headed
 boil-brained
 clapper-clawed
 clay-brained
 common-kissing
 crook-pated
 dismal-dreaming
 dizzy-eyed
 doghearted
 dread-bolted
 earth-vexing
 elf-skinned
 fat-kidneyed
 en-sucked
 Elap-mouthed
 fly-bitten
 folly-fallen
 fool-born
 full-gorg
 baggage
 barnacle
 bladder
 bugbear
 bum-bailey
 canker-blossom
 clack-dish
 clotpole
 cox
 codpiece
 death-token
 craven
 currish
 dissembling
 errant
 awning
 tobbing
 froward
 frothy
 gleeking
 goatish
 gorbellied
 impertinent
 infectious
 arring
 loggerheaded
 lumpish
 manmering
 mang
 mewling
 paunchy
 pribbling
 puking
 CL
 flax-wench
 flirt-gill
 foot-licker
 fustilarian
 giglet
 ud
 haggard
 half-taced
 hasty-witted
 hedge-pig
 horn-beast
 hugger-mugger
 joithead
 lewdster
 idle-headed
 i11-breeding
 i1l-nurtured
 knotty-pated
 milk-livered
 motley-minded
 onion-eyed
 plume-plucked
 pottle-deep
 pox-marked
 reeling-ripe
 rough-hewn
 rude-growing
 maggot-pie
 malt-worm
 qualling
 rank
 ree
 measle
 minnow
 miscreant
 moldwarp
 mumble-news
 nut-hook
 pigeon-egg
 pignut
 puttock
 pumpion
 ratsbane
 scut
 skainsmate
 ruttish
 saucy
 pleeny
 tottering
 UnMUzzLed
 shard-borne
 sheep-biting
 spur-galled
 swag-bellied
 tardy-gaited
 tickle-brained
 ve
 villainous
 wayward
 yeasty
 varlot
 vassa
 whey-face
 d-spotted
 unchin-snouted
 weather-bitten
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
epicjohndoe:

Shakespeare Kit
                    
                
            

            
                
                
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        Love, Tumblr, and Blog: LOVE
janetsneedlefelting:A needle felted Golden Retriever.  5 inches tall. Wool, acrylic fiber, plastic eyes and handmade polymer clay nose.  
        

            
            

                
                
                    Love, Tumblr, and Blog: LOVE
janetsneedlefelting:A needle felted Golden Retriever.  5 inches tall. Wool, acrylic fiber, plastic eyes and handmade polymer clay nose.  
                    
                
            

            
                
                
janetsneedlefelting:A needle felted Golden Retriever.  5 inches tall. Wool, acrylic fiber, plastic eyes and handmade polymer clay nose.  

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        Apparently, Beer, and Dude: Emily Holmes
 January 2 at 11:26 AM
 Liberal Friends, listen to this right now: Democratic Nominees are not clay
 pigeons
 I repeat.
 DEMOCRATIC NOMINEES ARE NOT CLAY PIGEONS
 But, Emily, whatever do you mean? What is this metaphor?
 It goes like this
 One by one, over the next couple of months, Democratic nominees are
 going to launch their official bids for President. They are going to launch
 themselves, one by one, into the sky, right into our line of vision
 Our job is not to shoot them.
 Our job is NOT, the second we see them cross the sky, to reach out for the
 gun being handed to us by conservatives (because duh, conservatives and
 guns) and take aim, and blast them, one by one out of the air, for not being
 absolutely perfect.
 Not likeable enough. BOOM
 Not an inspiring enough speaker. BOOM
 Said that awkward thing that one time. BOOM
 I wouldn't want to have a beer with them. BOOM
 Too old. BOOM. Too female. BOOM. Too white. BOOM
 Not a fucking flawless progressive superhero. BOOM
 Because what happens next? We shoot the candidates down. We degrade
 them. We belittle them. We smear them. Then we hand the gun to the
 media. They do the same. They hand the gun to the conservatives. They do
 the same. Then the bots start reloading. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM
 And then at the end of primary season, we have to pick up the shattered
 remains of whoever got the most votes and attempt to glue them back
 together into a candidate who can win the general election.
 And we will lose. Because we learned fucking NOTHING from 2016,
 apparently
 Trump didn't win because every conservative loves him. Most of them hate
 his fucking guts. But they held their noses and voted for him because he
 was the only way to push their agenda forward. And holy shit, have they
 pushed it. Despite his complete ineptitude, his bumbling, his gross
 incompetence, his blatant corruption, they have shoved through some
 really damaging policies that are hurting real people every single day, and
 they will continue to do so for as long as we let them

 So, here we are. You're not jazzed about Liz Warren? Awesome. Beto not
 your boy? Swell. Sick of Biden memes? Good for you, friend. Keep it to
 yourself. Why? Because EVERY SINGLE DEMOCRAT WHO RUNS IS
 INFINITELY BETTER FOR THE FUTURE OF OUR COUNTRY THAN THE
 FLAMING RACIST POPULIST TRASH CURRENTLY STEERING THIS
 COUNTRY DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN.
 I'm not sure if you noticed, but we already elected a guy based on a cult of
 personality rather than on whether he was qualified in any way to do the
 iob, and we're going to be putting out the flames for DECADES
 But what do we do instead, you ask? Watch debates. Compare platforms
 Be informed. Choose your favorite BASED ON REAL FACTUAL POLICIES
 AND EXPERIENCE, NOT ON YOUR DELICATE FEELINGS AND WHETHER
 YOU FEEL SUFFICIENTLY ENTERTAINED OR INEXPLICABLY HAPPY AT THE
 VERY SIGHT OF THEIR GLOWING FACE. Then get involved. Register
 people. Drive to the polls. Hold signs on street corners. Write postcards
 Knock on doors. Don't tell us why the other candidates suck, tell us why
 yours is THE BEST. Fight FOR them. Remember how we used to fight FOR
 things, rather than against them? I know Trump makes it hard to remember,
 but I promise, that's a thing we used to know how to do
 Then we all, collectively, wholeheartedly, throw our weight and energy and
 voice behind whoever gets the nomination. If we do that, we win. Period
 It's not a question of who can beat Trump, don't you get it? A sentient
 fucking houseplant with a liberal platform could beat Trump, if we do this
 right. It's a question of whether WE can beat him, or would we rather tear
 ourselves apart?
 Look around you, folks. The stock market is in free-fall. Our international
 reputation is in tatters. Our foreign policy is for sale to dictators. Our free
 press is under daily attack. Our Supreme Court is one conservative white
 dude away from full-on Gilead, and we can't keep asking an 84-year-old
 woman recovering from broken ribs and a third bout of cancer to hang on
 for six more years because we can't get our heads out of our own asses. I
 mean, she'll do it, obviously, because RBG is a BOSS, but she shouldn't
 have to.
 I repeat. This is not a test of our candidates. There are lots of good, solid
 options. It's a test of US. Of OUR ability to unite. Of OUR strength. Of OUR
 ability to put aside selfish arbitrary purity tests and scales of "likeability"
 and to just FUCKING GET IT DONE. We don't need the perfect candidate to
 rescue us. We need to realize that we can rescue ourselves
 So, how about it, Resistance? They want us to forget that we have the
 numbers, the motivation, and the power. They want us to implode. Let's
 explode instead, and leave nothing but a charred ruin of this nightmare
 administration in our wake.
 BOOM
 1.4K Comments 6.7K Shares
onceuponamirror:

helenofhere:

snarksandkisses:


Also good to keep THIS SHIT in mind:


This is the most important post on this platform since early 2016. 


WE ARE NOT FUCKING IT UP TWICE. DO NOT LET PROPAGANDA AND MANIPULATION DIVIDE US AGAINST GETTING THIS MONSTER OUT. thanks 

        

            
            

                
                
                    Apparently, Beer, and Dude: Emily Holmes
 January 2 at 11:26 AM
 Liberal Friends, listen to this right now: Democratic Nominees are not clay
 pigeons
 I repeat.
 DEMOCRATIC NOMINEES ARE NOT CLAY PIGEONS
 But, Emily, whatever do you mean? What is this metaphor?
 It goes like this
 One by one, over the next couple of months, Democratic nominees are
 going to launch their official bids for President. They are going to launch
 themselves, one by one, into the sky, right into our line of vision
 Our job is not to shoot them.
 Our job is NOT, the second we see them cross the sky, to reach out for the
 gun being handed to us by conservatives (because duh, conservatives and
 guns) and take aim, and blast them, one by one out of the air, for not being
 absolutely perfect.
 Not likeable enough. BOOM
 Not an inspiring enough speaker. BOOM
 Said that awkward thing that one time. BOOM
 I wouldn't want to have a beer with them. BOOM
 Too old. BOOM. Too female. BOOM. Too white. BOOM
 Not a fucking flawless progressive superhero. BOOM
 Because what happens next? We shoot the candidates down. We degrade
 them. We belittle them. We smear them. Then we hand the gun to the
 media. They do the same. They hand the gun to the conservatives. They do
 the same. Then the bots start reloading. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM
 And then at the end of primary season, we have to pick up the shattered
 remains of whoever got the most votes and attempt to glue them back
 together into a candidate who can win the general election.
 And we will lose. Because we learned fucking NOTHING from 2016,
 apparently
 Trump didn't win because every conservative loves him. Most of them hate
 his fucking guts. But they held their noses and voted for him because he
 was the only way to push their agenda forward. And holy shit, have they
 pushed it. Despite his complete ineptitude, his bumbling, his gross
 incompetence, his blatant corruption, they have shoved through some
 really damaging policies that are hurting real people every single day, and
 they will continue to do so for as long as we let them

 So, here we are. You're not jazzed about Liz Warren? Awesome. Beto not
 your boy? Swell. Sick of Biden memes? Good for you, friend. Keep it to
 yourself. Why? Because EVERY SINGLE DEMOCRAT WHO RUNS IS
 INFINITELY BETTER FOR THE FUTURE OF OUR COUNTRY THAN THE
 FLAMING RACIST POPULIST TRASH CURRENTLY STEERING THIS
 COUNTRY DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN.
 I'm not sure if you noticed, but we already elected a guy based on a cult of
 personality rather than on whether he was qualified in any way to do the
 iob, and we're going to be putting out the flames for DECADES
 But what do we do instead, you ask? Watch debates. Compare platforms
 Be informed. Choose your favorite BASED ON REAL FACTUAL POLICIES
 AND EXPERIENCE, NOT ON YOUR DELICATE FEELINGS AND WHETHER
 YOU FEEL SUFFICIENTLY ENTERTAINED OR INEXPLICABLY HAPPY AT THE
 VERY SIGHT OF THEIR GLOWING FACE. Then get involved. Register
 people. Drive to the polls. Hold signs on street corners. Write postcards
 Knock on doors. Don't tell us why the other candidates suck, tell us why
 yours is THE BEST. Fight FOR them. Remember how we used to fight FOR
 things, rather than against them? I know Trump makes it hard to remember,
 but I promise, that's a thing we used to know how to do
 Then we all, collectively, wholeheartedly, throw our weight and energy and
 voice behind whoever gets the nomination. If we do that, we win. Period
 It's not a question of who can beat Trump, don't you get it? A sentient
 fucking houseplant with a liberal platform could beat Trump, if we do this
 right. It's a question of whether WE can beat him, or would we rather tear
 ourselves apart?
 Look around you, folks. The stock market is in free-fall. Our international
 reputation is in tatters. Our foreign policy is for sale to dictators. Our free
 press is under daily attack. Our Supreme Court is one conservative white
 dude away from full-on Gilead, and we can't keep asking an 84-year-old
 woman recovering from broken ribs and a third bout of cancer to hang on
 for six more years because we can't get our heads out of our own asses. I
 mean, she'll do it, obviously, because RBG is a BOSS, but she shouldn't
 have to.
 I repeat. This is not a test of our candidates. There are lots of good, solid
 options. It's a test of US. Of OUR ability to unite. Of OUR strength. Of OUR
 ability to put aside selfish arbitrary purity tests and scales of "likeability"
 and to just FUCKING GET IT DONE. We don't need the perfect candidate to
 rescue us. We need to realize that we can rescue ourselves
 So, how about it, Resistance? They want us to forget that we have the
 numbers, the motivation, and the power. They want us to implode. Let's
 explode instead, and leave nothing but a charred ruin of this nightmare
 administration in our wake.
 BOOM
 1.4K Comments 6.7K Shares
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helenofhere:

snarksandkisses:


Also good to keep THIS SHIT in mind:


This is the most important post on this platform since early 2016. 


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        Apparently, Beer, and Dude: Emily Holmes
 January 2 at 11:26 AM
 Liberal Friends, listen to this right now: Democratic Nominees are not clay
 pigeons
 I repeat.
 DEMOCRATIC NOMINEES ARE NOT CLAY PIGEONS
 But, Emily, whatever do you mean? What is this metaphor?
 It goes like this
 One by one, over the next couple of months, Democratic nominees are
 going to launch their official bids for President. They are going to launch
 themselves, one by one, into the sky, right into our line of vision
 Our job is not to shoot them.
 Our job is NOT, the second we see them cross the sky, to reach out for the
 gun being handed to us by conservatives (because duh, conservatives and
 guns) and take aim, and blast them, one by one out of the air, for not being
 absolutely perfect.
 Not likeable enough. BOOM
 Not an inspiring enough speaker. BOOM
 Said that awkward thing that one time. BOOM
 I wouldn't want to have a beer with them. BOOM
 Too old. BOOM. Too female. BOOM. Too white. BOOM
 Not a fucking flawless progressive superhero. BOOM
 Because what happens next? We shoot the candidates down. We degrade
 them. We belittle them. We smear them. Then we hand the gun to the
 media. They do the same. They hand the gun to the conservatives. They do
 the same. Then the bots start reloading. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM
 And then at the end of primary season, we have to pick up the shattered
 remains of whoever got the most votes and attempt to glue them back
 together into a candidate who can win the general election.
 And we will lose. Because we learned fucking NOTHING from 2016,
 apparently
 Trump didn't win because every conservative loves him. Most of them hate
 his fucking guts. But they held their noses and voted for him because he
 was the only way to push their agenda forward. And holy shit, have they
 pushed it. Despite his complete ineptitude, his bumbling, his gross
 incompetence, his blatant corruption, they have shoved through some
 really damaging policies that are hurting real people every single day, and
 they will continue to do so for as long as we let them

 So, here we are. You're not jazzed about Liz Warren? Awesome. Beto not
 your boy? Swell. Sick of Biden memes? Good for you, friend. Keep it to
 yourself. Why? Because EVERY SINGLE DEMOCRAT WHO RUNS IS
 INFINITELY BETTER FOR THE FUTURE OF OUR COUNTRY THAN THE
 FLAMING RACIST POPULIST TRASH CURRENTLY STEERING THIS
 COUNTRY DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN.
 I'm not sure if you noticed, but we already elected a guy based on a cult of
 personality rather than on whether he was qualified in any way to do the
 iob, and we're going to be putting out the flames for DECADES
 But what do we do instead, you ask? Watch debates. Compare platforms
 Be informed. Choose your favorite BASED ON REAL FACTUAL POLICIES
 AND EXPERIENCE, NOT ON YOUR DELICATE FEELINGS AND WHETHER
 YOU FEEL SUFFICIENTLY ENTERTAINED OR INEXPLICABLY HAPPY AT THE
 VERY SIGHT OF THEIR GLOWING FACE. Then get involved. Register
 people. Drive to the polls. Hold signs on street corners. Write postcards
 Knock on doors. Don't tell us why the other candidates suck, tell us why
 yours is THE BEST. Fight FOR them. Remember how we used to fight FOR
 things, rather than against them? I know Trump makes it hard to remember,
 but I promise, that's a thing we used to know how to do
 Then we all, collectively, wholeheartedly, throw our weight and energy and
 voice behind whoever gets the nomination. If we do that, we win. Period
 It's not a question of who can beat Trump, don't you get it? A sentient
 fucking houseplant with a liberal platform could beat Trump, if we do this
 right. It's a question of whether WE can beat him, or would we rather tear
 ourselves apart?
 Look around you, folks. The stock market is in free-fall. Our international
 reputation is in tatters. Our foreign policy is for sale to dictators. Our free
 press is under daily attack. Our Supreme Court is one conservative white
 dude away from full-on Gilead, and we can't keep asking an 84-year-old
 woman recovering from broken ribs and a third bout of cancer to hang on
 for six more years because we can't get our heads out of our own asses. I
 mean, she'll do it, obviously, because RBG is a BOSS, but she shouldn't
 have to.
 I repeat. This is not a test of our candidates. There are lots of good, solid
 options. It's a test of US. Of OUR ability to unite. Of OUR strength. Of OUR
 ability to put aside selfish arbitrary purity tests and scales of "likeability"
 and to just FUCKING GET IT DONE. We don't need the perfect candidate to
 rescue us. We need to realize that we can rescue ourselves
 So, how about it, Resistance? They want us to forget that we have the
 numbers, the motivation, and the power. They want us to implode. Let's
 explode instead, and leave nothing but a charred ruin of this nightmare
 administration in our wake.
 BOOM
 1.4K Comments 6.7K Shares
snarksandkisses:

Also good to keep THIS SHIT in mind:

        

            
            

                
                
                    Apparently, Beer, and Dude: Emily Holmes
 January 2 at 11:26 AM
 Liberal Friends, listen to this right now: Democratic Nominees are not clay
 pigeons
 I repeat.
 DEMOCRATIC NOMINEES ARE NOT CLAY PIGEONS
 But, Emily, whatever do you mean? What is this metaphor?
 It goes like this
 One by one, over the next couple of months, Democratic nominees are
 going to launch their official bids for President. They are going to launch
 themselves, one by one, into the sky, right into our line of vision
 Our job is not to shoot them.
 Our job is NOT, the second we see them cross the sky, to reach out for the
 gun being handed to us by conservatives (because duh, conservatives and
 guns) and take aim, and blast them, one by one out of the air, for not being
 absolutely perfect.
 Not likeable enough. BOOM
 Not an inspiring enough speaker. BOOM
 Said that awkward thing that one time. BOOM
 I wouldn't want to have a beer with them. BOOM
 Too old. BOOM. Too female. BOOM. Too white. BOOM
 Not a fucking flawless progressive superhero. BOOM
 Because what happens next? We shoot the candidates down. We degrade
 them. We belittle them. We smear them. Then we hand the gun to the
 media. They do the same. They hand the gun to the conservatives. They do
 the same. Then the bots start reloading. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM
 And then at the end of primary season, we have to pick up the shattered
 remains of whoever got the most votes and attempt to glue them back
 together into a candidate who can win the general election.
 And we will lose. Because we learned fucking NOTHING from 2016,
 apparently
 Trump didn't win because every conservative loves him. Most of them hate
 his fucking guts. But they held their noses and voted for him because he
 was the only way to push their agenda forward. And holy shit, have they
 pushed it. Despite his complete ineptitude, his bumbling, his gross
 incompetence, his blatant corruption, they have shoved through some
 really damaging policies that are hurting real people every single day, and
 they will continue to do so for as long as we let them

 So, here we are. You're not jazzed about Liz Warren? Awesome. Beto not
 your boy? Swell. Sick of Biden memes? Good for you, friend. Keep it to
 yourself. Why? Because EVERY SINGLE DEMOCRAT WHO RUNS IS
 INFINITELY BETTER FOR THE FUTURE OF OUR COUNTRY THAN THE
 FLAMING RACIST POPULIST TRASH CURRENTLY STEERING THIS
 COUNTRY DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN.
 I'm not sure if you noticed, but we already elected a guy based on a cult of
 personality rather than on whether he was qualified in any way to do the
 iob, and we're going to be putting out the flames for DECADES
 But what do we do instead, you ask? Watch debates. Compare platforms
 Be informed. Choose your favorite BASED ON REAL FACTUAL POLICIES
 AND EXPERIENCE, NOT ON YOUR DELICATE FEELINGS AND WHETHER
 YOU FEEL SUFFICIENTLY ENTERTAINED OR INEXPLICABLY HAPPY AT THE
 VERY SIGHT OF THEIR GLOWING FACE. Then get involved. Register
 people. Drive to the polls. Hold signs on street corners. Write postcards
 Knock on doors. Don't tell us why the other candidates suck, tell us why
 yours is THE BEST. Fight FOR them. Remember how we used to fight FOR
 things, rather than against them? I know Trump makes it hard to remember,
 but I promise, that's a thing we used to know how to do
 Then we all, collectively, wholeheartedly, throw our weight and energy and
 voice behind whoever gets the nomination. If we do that, we win. Period
 It's not a question of who can beat Trump, don't you get it? A sentient
 fucking houseplant with a liberal platform could beat Trump, if we do this
 right. It's a question of whether WE can beat him, or would we rather tear
 ourselves apart?
 Look around you, folks. The stock market is in free-fall. Our international
 reputation is in tatters. Our foreign policy is for sale to dictators. Our free
 press is under daily attack. Our Supreme Court is one conservative white
 dude away from full-on Gilead, and we can't keep asking an 84-year-old
 woman recovering from broken ribs and a third bout of cancer to hang on
 for six more years because we can't get our heads out of our own asses. I
 mean, she'll do it, obviously, because RBG is a BOSS, but she shouldn't
 have to.
 I repeat. This is not a test of our candidates. There are lots of good, solid
 options. It's a test of US. Of OUR ability to unite. Of OUR strength. Of OUR
 ability to put aside selfish arbitrary purity tests and scales of "likeability"
 and to just FUCKING GET IT DONE. We don't need the perfect candidate to
 rescue us. We need to realize that we can rescue ourselves
 So, how about it, Resistance? They want us to forget that we have the
 numbers, the motivation, and the power. They want us to implode. Let's
 explode instead, and leave nothing but a charred ruin of this nightmare
 administration in our wake.
 BOOM
 1.4K Comments 6.7K Shares
snarksandkisses:

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