When she was nine years old, Hetty Bower (September 28, 1905–November 12, 2013) saw the wounded veterans returning from the battlefields of WWI and became an unflinching opponent of war. She spent the century that followed fighting for social justice as one of Britain’s most unrelenting political activists. Among her last words when she died at the age of 108 was the song she sang with her daughters during those final days, and the refrain to her entire life: “Ban the bomb, for ever more.”
Bower, born Esther Rimel, joined the very first women’s union, the Association of Women Clerks and Secretaries, in her early twenties. Though she was highly politically engaged her whole life, running a hostel for Czech refugees during WWII, becoming a founding member of the Coalition for Nuclear Disarmament in 1958, and marching in every demonstration against the war in Iraq, Bower didn’t begin her public-speaking career until she was 102, when she addressed the crowds at London’s Hiroshima Day Commemoration with her articulate and purposeful message of peace.
After WWII, Bower spent her days working at a London high school, where she championed music education — she had developed a special love of music during WWI, when her family found comfort in playing piano and singing to override the noise of bomb raids. Her dying words — a lyric line that bespeaks her two great passions, music and peace — ring with the undying hope of one day drowning out the sound of war in the world.
You know what I hate the most? The argument that minimum wage jobs are supposed to be low-paying and shitty in order to “make you ambitious and want to work your way up to something better.” As if we all have a fucking nuclear scientist or CEO inside us just clawing to get out.
I told my mother-in-law the other day that I think I’m a socialist. That I wish we had single-payer health care and that we all got free college educations. And she presented the same argument that the conservatives do; but your taxes would skyrocket! And? I guarantee, the amount you would pay in taxes would be the same amount you currently pay in tuition and insurance premiums. Difference is my tax money would go to everyone who actually needed it, not just to line the pockets of the one percent.
Let’s take a moment to talk about this. I mean, because first off, “Tell cars not to hit kids.” Well, yeah, we do that all the fucking time, idiot. Ever seen signs like these?
We have classes and signs and laws about it, and people are constantly reminded. So your argument only works if we put up signs everywhere reminding assholes not to rape. But you’d rather talk about how rape victims have it coming to them.
But the dumbest part of this crap? Roads exist for cars to drive on. Children need to be careful to cross the street because they’re entering into an environment that exists specifically for something that is dangerous to them. The only way this shit is a valid comparison is if you think that bars, parties, and the world in general exists specifically for men to have sex with women. And I gotta break it to the guys who support this stupidity- your dicks are not that important. So knock off this bullshit and stop excusing rapists.
Again, you’re totally entitled to believe whatever you believe.
I’m basing my belief on what I was taught, and the example I’ve seen given by my own parents: “If someone discloses to you, you believe them.” So just as I believe Kitty and Ryder, I also believe Santana.
I have had my grandparents doubt my disclosure. I have had a doctor doubt my memory. My sister was called a pathological liar by a phychologist. Not being believed is the worst feeling in the world.
I’m that part of the fandom that can’t gif, make edits, write fanfiction or draw I’m just kind of here like
Which makes you the commenter, the fic-reccer, the source-finder, the link-poster, the headcanon buddy, the forum-poster, the kink-prompter, the conversation starter, the number one fan, the miscellaneous details and subconscious fact-checker.
aka: you’re the person all those other skill-sets are producing for.
I like you.
|—||Do You Care About My Health, or Just Think I’m Gross? Be Honest. – this ain’t livin’ (via brutereason)|
A woman from Pierce County, Washington received the dreaded Obamacare cancellation notice from her insurance company. Needing health coverage of some kind, she turned to the online Obamacare exchange, but that’s when she found out that she was being forced to join Mediciad, despite the fact that she doesn’t want to be on government welfare.
Before Obamacare Charlene Hopkins had a catastrophic-coverage health insurance plan that cost only $276, but after her Obamacare cancelled her insurance, her only option from the insurance company was $415, a price out of her reach. Not wanting to give up, she turned to the Obamacare exchange…
from Wall Street Journal:
She entered her personal and financial data. With efficiency uncommon to the ObamaCare process, the site quickly presented her with a health-care option.
That is not a typo: There was just one option—at the very affordable monthly rate of zero. The exchange had determined that my mother was not eligible to choose to pay for a plan, and so she was slated immediately for Medicaid. She couldn’t believe it was true and held off completing the application.
"How has it come to this?" she asked in one of our several talks over the past few weeks about what was happening. When she was a working mother and I was young, she easily carried health insurance for our whole family. "How have I fallen this far?"
In 2011, she had to give up her real-estate license; as a newer agent, she did not stand to earn enough in the tough market to justify the fees to renew. She has since managed to eke out a living as a substitute para-educator in the Central Kitsap School District. “I’m not on the couch, watching TV,” she said. “I’m out trying to find more work every day.”
Unable to secure employer-sponsored health care, she had, until this fall, chosen to pay $276 a month for bare-bones catastrophic coverage. “I think that we should be able to take care of ourselves and to earn enough money to pay for basics, and health insurance is one of them,” she told me. For two years she had paid out of pocket for that plan, but now she is being told that the plan isn’t good enough for her.
The Sept. 26 letter from my mother’s insurer promised that the more expensive plan “conforms with the new health care law”—by covering maternity needs, newborn wellness and pediatric dental care. My mother asked: “Do I need maternity care at 52?” In addition to requiring her to pay an extra $1,677 annually, the plan would have increased her deductible by $1,500.
But she had at least been presented with an option that she could turn down, unlike on the state exchange.
The situation sounded absurd, so I asked her to walk me through her application on Washington Healthplanfinder to make sure she wasn’t missing anything. Sitting in New York with my computer, I logged onto the site under her name and entered the information my mother provided over the phone. I fully expected her to realize that she had forgotten some crucial piece of information, like a decimal point in her annual income. We checked and double-checked the information, but the only option still appeared to be Medicaid. She suggested clicking on “Apply for Coverage,” thinking that other options might appear.
Instead, almost mockingly, her “Eligibility Results” came back: “Congratulations, we received and reviewed your application and determined [you] will receive the health care coverage listed below: Washington Apple Health. You will receive a letter telling you which managed care plan you are enrolled with.” Washington Apple Health is the mawkish rebranding of Medicaid in Washington state.
The page lacked a cancel button or any way to opt out of Medicaid. It was done; she was enrolled, and there was nothing to do but click “Next” and then to sign out.
"I just don’t expect anything positive out of getting free health care," she said. "I don’t see why other people should have to pay for my care, whether it be through taxes or otherwise." In paying for health insurance herself—she won’t accept help from her family, either—she was safeguarding her dignity and independence and her sense of being a fully functioning member of society.
I so strongly admire this woman’s desire to stand on her own two feet and not be dependent on the government to supply her needs. It is a conviction of the very highest character that leads people to not take the easy way out of life’s problems.
Obamacare does not seek to see people stand on their own two feet. No, it seeks to take people’s feet out from under them. Obamacare seeks to load up Americans on the government dole and grow dependency on an power-hungry state whose appetite is never satisfied.
Would that our entire country was full of people like Charlene Hopkins, who see the moral transgression in forcibly taking somebody else’s money to pay for your own comforts. Sadly, we are not that country. We are a country full of takers and politicians who are happy to buy the votes of those takers with more and more government.
Insurance plans were only canceled if the companies refused to change them to comply with the (very reasonable) guidelines put in place by the Affordable Care Act. This woman was paying close to $300/mo for a bullshit plan that didn’t offer her comprehensive coverage.
And now her kids are being covered at no further cost to her. Boo fucking hoo.
Yeah, I’m like, not seeing the downside for her. Soooo she had $276/month catastrophic-only health coverage, which was cancelled, and now she doesn’t have to pay a dime for her comprehensive health coverage? And it’s a sad story… why?
Here are some choice quotes:
“I think that we should be able to take care of ourselves and to earn enough money to pay for basics, and health insurance is one of them.” Yeah, she’s right, we should all be paid enough to take care of ourselves. That’s something us evil progressives have been talking about for a long time. Fewer people would be on Medicaid if companies like Wal-mart and McDonald’s paid their employees a living wage.
"I don’t see why other people should have to pay for my care, whether it be through taxes or otherwise." Uhhhh… you realize that’s how insurance works, right? You all put your money into a pool and then when something bad happens, other people are pitching in to pay for your care. Older Americans have paid into Medicare their whole life, so it’s not "free" healthcare, it’s prepaid healthcare.
Again… I’m having trouble finding the part where I’m supposed to feel bad for her.
Aw, this poor old woman is now eligible for free healthcare. THE HORROR!
Aside from all of this overdramatic whining, a catastrophic health care plan for someone who is 52 fucking years old is not acceptable. It’s only a matter of time before she falls or needs heart medicine or gets diagnosed with cancer at her age. That is why catastrophic plans are generally meant to be options for people under the age of 30 years old; people who are at a MUCH smaller risk of having a heart attack or a stroke or fucking osteoporosis.
And, before Obamacare, catastrophic plans covered NOTHING. No prescriptions, no doctor visits, no yearly check-ups, flu shots (which she would NEED TO HAVE working around children since they are considered an at-risk group for the flu, as are women her age), NOTHING. That means that this woman probably could not afford to regularly be seen by a doctor for the years that she’s had this plan.
Now she can.
#as a brit #i really don’t understand the fuss here #this is basically how the national health service works #(or doesn’t depending on who you ask) #but like #what’s the big? #someone explain it to me like i’m a two year old #because i don’t understand how universal health care is a bad thing
I agree with all these tags - me too.
|—||Fyodor Dostoevsky (via willstrayham)|
The Open Knowledge Foundation’s Open Data Index attempts to score the degree a country has opened several key datasets. In the United States, this is promulgated through data.gov site. The index measures ten categories—ranging from transportation timetables to releasing legislation—and nine criteria within each, such as whether the data exists through the timeliness.
The visualization resembles DNA sequencing. A simple color schema shows whether a criteria was met and an option to click for more information. The entire index, which consists of 60 countries, has a quality to be quickly scannable.
Other indexes, such as democracy index, is usually displayed as a global chloropleth, which seems to marginalize the smaller geographic areas or reinforce regional grouping. The OKFN visualization provides the same space and opportunity to each country, instead of tying it to its geography.
Proud that UK is most open country.
Twilight most common sentences is hilarious.
Is that VCU again? Right on!
Everything anyone could need to know about consent.
SO, you’ve just donated $25 to help the Philippines. And it feels really good, in a way that giving to charity just makes you feel awesome. And you want to help people, it’s good things! It’s happening so fast! Everyone should do it! Why isn’t everyone doing it? And getting an autograph from Darren is just an added bonus to how much doper of a person you feel like (as you should.)
But, Please don’t do the thing.
What’s “the thing” you ask?
The thing where you try to appeal to people donate so you say, “If I could do it, you can do it!!” because that’s inspirational, right? You sacrificed your Dominos or Chipotle money, you’re gonna get the smaller popcorn at your weekly movie, you moved some shit around. you found a way to squeeze that $25 out of your budget, and if you can do it and make those sacrifices, everyone else should be able to too, right?
Wrong. Don’t. Do. The. Thing.
As awesome as you feel for being able to help, imagine being someone who just can’t help. You just can’t move things around. You’re broke as it is, and you know your blessed to have things like unemployment and food stamps, because at least you have a roof over your head, but you just can not afford it. And you feel like shit for it. And Darren’s video really made you want to help. But shit happens, life is hard and you can’t do it. And seeing things like “If I can do it, you can do it” just makes you feel even worse.
So fandom, I get it. It feels awesome to help out. I’ve been there. But as someone who’s unemployed and flat broke, I’m telling you, we do not know each other’s financial situations. We know each other’s favorite glee moment, we may even know each other’s real names, we know each other’s kinks, but we just don’t know each other’s financial situations. Please try not to make people feel bad just because you feel really good.
Signal boost as much as you like, reblog the video everytime it crosses your dash, ask for help, but please try to avoid that guilt trip, as unintentional as it may be, it really fucking hurts to see.
Thanks. Back to your post episode porn.
If you had a friend dealing with the same things, you wouldn’t berate that person, say, ‘You’re not working hard enough,’ ‘You suck,’ or ‘You’re not as good as [whomever].’ You’d offer your friend encouragement, you’d try to point out all the things your friend did right, and how much progress your friend had made.
You should do no less for yourself.Be very careful how you talk to yourself. Because you are listening.