The world is my country, all mankind are my brethren and to do GOOD is my religion.
Islamphobes Now Passing Off Afghanistan as Dearborn, Michigan
Today in bigotry, a photo of protesters against Karzai’s regime in Afghanistan has been reduced in resolution, captioned “Dearbornistan, Michigan,” and reshared by numerous right-wing Facebook pages and blogs.
The European Pressphoto Association original:
A partial list of people who shared this with the fake caption:
- the Eagle is Rising (FB, report if you wish)
- this bizarre pro-Israel blog (NOTE: there is no proof this blog has anything to do with Israel or is even run by Jewish people, don’t be dumb, this post itself should inform you that believing things on the Internet without evidence is hazardous to your IQ)
- Prepared to Take America Back (FB, report if you wish)
- American Islamic Resistance (FB, report if you wish)
- Jews News (again, don’t take this as an excuse to be an anti-Semite, impersonating a racial/religious/ethnic group and being an ass is a common bigot tactic online)
- This person on Twitter
- And this one
- These people on G+
And at this point I’m tired of looking for more, but the Google Image Search has plenty.
Reminder: Even assholes are human and ratcheting up the overall level of anger in discourse is something that, while occasionally necessary, is best left to leaders who are also presenting a constructive alternative. I don’t condone any kind of bullying or general Internet nastiness. I support letting these people know (and any others you find) they’ve shared a fake photo, but please refrain from cursing them out. Not that I’m in charge around here or anything, but if you care about my opinion, I prefer to be an agent of meanness-reduction than meanness-redirection online.
Reminder 2: The reason this is important is that slandering American Muslims ENDANGERS PEOPLE. Hate crimes happen. Please spread the word this is fake. Visit Muslims for America to learn about real American Muslims.
Q:Okay, I'm not Native American, but I've seen a lot of people use the term "spirit animal" and I always thought it was appropriation (it is, right?), but I'm not sure if I should say anything to these people using the term when they shouldn't be?
Don’t say spirit animal it’s offensive to Native Americans and appropriation
I say this all the time. I did not realize until right now how offensive it is. I’m sorry and will need to work on that shit.
Damnit woman get your shit together.
Good replacement is “my patronus.” As in, Sen. Amidala is totally my patronus!
Hmm… does replacing appropriation with Harry Potter *always* work? If so, can I trade Katy Perry off in exchange for Sirius Black?
Just a little under 31 years ago, I played a key role in a conspiracy theory that grew up around a passenger plane downed by a Russian missile. Trust me, I did not mean to be involved.
On September 1, 1983, Korean Airlines flight 007, a Boeing 747 with 269 passengers, was shot down over the…
I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.
20,000 notes later—I have 250 messages waiting for me. I have about 300 disqus comments I haven’t looked at. My post is on reddit. Something called r/tumblrinaction. Men are saying that they are disappointed in me. That I drank the feminist Kool-aid.
To all those men mad at…