Just a friendly reminder to not put your change in the red buckets this year!
“The Salvation Army doesn’t believe that gays and lesbians should ever know the intimacy of any loving relationship, instead teaching that ‘Christians whose sexual orientation is primarily or exclusively same-sex are called upon to embrace celibacy as a way of life.’" - (source)
“Salvation Army Major: LGBT People Should Be Put to Death" - (source)
“The Salvation Army openly says that “practicing homosexuals” aren’t welcome in their organization and they have lobbyists in D.C. and abroad who work to prevent gay rights legislation from being enacted." - (source)
“The Salvation Army does not only discriminate against gay and lesbian people, it also works politically against LGBT rights all over the world." - (source)
Spread the Word!
So while some of your nickels and pennies are going to hunger relief or “Christmas Assistance” just know that a large portion of your donation is going towards lobbying governments worldwide for anti-gay policies - including an attempt to make consensual gay sex illegal.
Thanks for your time! Please inform your friends and family, to help signal boost this message!
Other ways you can help this Christmas season:
Reblogging because this is disgusting and I didn’t know about it until I saw this post.
And I’m gonna add don’t opt for Goodwill either cuz, from what I’ve been reading, they pay their disabled workers crap. (one article I read said one individual was being paid a whopping $0.14 an hour)
Why can’t these organizations actually, oh I don’t know, promote good will and loving/supporting your neighbors? None of this “Yeah, be nice and treat people equally… but just certain people” bs.
One of my managers lost her mother on Sunday. I wrote this entry in response to things I heard/saw at work today and initially tagged it as “a bit of bad language”. Yeah, no. There’s a lot of bad language.
I know you guys are probably sick of hearing about this but I don’t know what to do and I just need to talk about this again.
I vaguely considered submitting this to “Please Fire Me” but I like to write novels and I doubt they’d like that.
So today, I got called up as an additional cashier. Mind you, I was one of 3 people out on the floor the entire damn day but that’s not the issue of which I wish to speak. Anyway, this woman comes through my line and I ring up her purchase. 11 items. She swipes her debit card. Nothing happens. We try it again. Nothing. She tries her credit card, even though she “would really have preferred to use her debit card”. Nothing. Tries it again. Nothing. I go to another register. Neither card will ring through. I politely suggest that perhaps her wallet got too close to something and the cards got demagnetized. She flat out refuses to even entertain the idea. Why? Because she doesn’t want the ‘hassle' of going across the freaking street to her bank if that really is the source of the issue. ”Think logically”, she tells me, it “has to be [my] machines.”
So I try a third register (and by now a third card). Finally, finally, after 3 different registers, 3 different cards, another associate getting involved and at least 20 combined swipes of the cards, I manage to get one of them to swipe and we get her rung out on that other register. The entire time, she keeps saying “All my cards are good. It must be [my] machines.”
At no other point today (that I or the other associate helping me was aware of) did any of the registers have any issues reading cards. Let alone 3, taken from the same wallet.
At the end of the transaction, I could feel both my cheeks twitching from trying to hold on to my smile and I had to take a breather in a closed off, employees-only area. And people wonder why I don’t want to apply for that position that’s going to be opening up soon. It would mean a promotion to key-holder and a pay raise but it’s the supervisor position for the registers and no. Just. No.
Warning: sleep deprived post ahead
You probably shouldn’t read. I’ll probably delete this shortly and feel embarrassed for posting it at all.
Basically, listen to Lily Allen’s song “22”. That’s how I’m feeling right now.
Grouped together on the mantel, Drac-o’-lantern and tiny winged pals create a Transylvanian scene. Run-of-the-mill pushpins turn into devilish red eyes.
So I tried this myself because I thought it was just too cute to resist. Only, I made two changes to my gourd. The first was the gourd itself. The second was the fact that I used red teardrop-shaped glass beads for eyes. Meaning that, while my gourd’s fangs may not fit as perfectly as the above, given an appropriate light source, my gourd’s eyes will glow. :)
I’m happy with the outcome (which is currently sitting out on my porch with a battery operated votive lighting it up).
So I go to sleep to the movie Gladiator…
In the opening battle in the movie Gladiator, Maximus has a faithful dog who follows him even through literal fire. However, this dog is not seen again after the battle.
Later, we see Maximus in his tent, being waited on by his faithful servant Cicero. Cicero later risks everything to free Maximus. Cicero is noticeably absent from that first battle.
Maximus’s faithful dog is, in actuality, his faithful servant Cicero. As Maximus thinks Cicero too young to fight, Cicero uses his shape-shifting ability to follow his leader into battle. Maximus notices that the dog usually only appears during battle but dismisses the creature’s disappearances as just the wanderings of a still not-quite-tamed creature.
Description of an injury inflicted on me by a cat so if you are bothered by that or just don’t care to read, continue scrolling your dash.
Another video from when Lissa and I lived together. :)
This one isn’t really all that much (my fave part is only 15 seconds in) but the curious can hear both Lissa’s voice and my own.
(Inspired By True Events)
The difference between Normal People, Animal People and Cat People:
There is a cat sprawled on the bed.
Normal people: “Shoo, cat! I need to sleep!”
Animal people: ”Sorry cat. I hate to do this but I have to move you. I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
Cat people: ”Hell, where am I going to sleep?”