November 17, 2021

Anonymous asked:

#1 for the history asks!

Yay a history ask!

#1: Historical figure you used to like before you learned more about

Churchill springs to mind. I grew up idolizing him—his portrait hung in our dining room, and I devoured his books and famous speeches and clever witticisms. He became a model for a kind of masculinity that could be tender, even silly—my favourite factoid about him was that he was unafraid to weep openly and often (he also popularized the ‘onesie’!).

Of course, he was a racist imperialist. A 'man of his times’, sure, but his time went on too long. Surely the greatest stain on his legacy is the 1943 Bengal famine. 3 million Indians died because he couldn’t be arsed to give a damn, while hundreds of thousands of tons of Australian wheat was stockpiled in anticipation of feeding liberated Europeans.

But aside from that, I also think he was a bad influence on another historical figure whom I still like, warts and all—Jacky Fisher. They used to stay up late at the Admiralty in 1914-15, enabling each other’s zaniest ideas (the Gallipoli debacle led Fisher to resign, but arguably his proposed Baltic gambit was even more foolhardy). I swear to god I want to go back in time and shake First Lord of the Admiralty Winston Churchill like, good God man, are you HIGH?

October 13, 2021
history asks are rare and us centric so i made my own list

suspension-of-disbelief:

  1. Historical figure you used to like before you learned more about
  2. Historical figure you love to hate
  3. Historical figure you want to write a paper/dissertation/book about
  4. Historical figure everyone should collectively stop talking about
  5. Historical figure we should talk more about
  6. Favourite history book / text book
  7. Favourite primary source
  8. Favourite secondary source
  9. Favourite quote from a historical address/speech
  10. Favourite quote from a letter
  11. Favourite quote from an autobiography
  12. Favourite world leader
  13. Favourite civilization
  14. Favourite historian
  15. Opinion on revolutions / are they necessary / are they effective / do you want to be part of one?
  16. Opinion on a figure on your country’s currency (pick the one on the highest value of currency)
  17. Opinion on military history
  18. The battle you know most facts about
  19. Which historical kingmaker / hand behind the throne kinda person would you gladly be a puppet of?
  20. How often do you encounter privileged boys who say they admire Hitler / what is your response?
  21. How good are you at remembering names and dates?
  22. What two things that happened concurrently shock you the most?
  23. What country’s history do you know a lot about besides your own? Why and have you been there?
  24. What made you fall in love with history?
  25. The topic/title of your last History paper

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October 6, 2021
penrosesun:
“babyblueavenger:
“ moonblossom:
“ francsforthememories:
“ dewgonair:
“ lockrocksandcoke:
“ 131-di:
“ veggiebaker:
“ therunscape:
“ Heart attacks symptoms are different for women. I recently learned this.
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Everyone should know these...

penrosesun:

babyblueavenger:

moonblossom:

francsforthememories:

dewgonair:

lockrocksandcoke:

131-di:

veggiebaker:

therunscape:

Heart attacks symptoms are different for women. I recently learned this. 

Everyone should know these things.

thanks to mainstream media and being unable to show breasts on TV, way too few people know about female signs of cardiac distress, and impending heart attacks. they only know about the “pain in the left arm” male symptom.

i had all these symptoms once and they sent me right to hospital

it was scary bc i didnt know these were the symptoms for female heart issues

Please, please, PLEASE, reblog this. i don’t know if I did save or called false alarm, with my boss’ life tonight. I felt I was being a bit paranoid, overreacting, but I told Mirage my thoughts and he, after reading over the article I showed him, immediately sprung into action and then shooed her off to the hospital. I don’t know if I did or not, but I knew she’d been super stressed. She’d off-handedly commented on her arm tingling and I asked her if she felt queasy on a hunch. I went to look at the symptoms and we went from there.

Holy shit, I didn’t even think the symptoms would be different between men and women. This is so hugely important and I don’t understand why we aren’t taught this. 

One of the other symptoms that doesn’t get talked about , especially in women, is a “feeling of impending doom”. I am not even kidding, that is a legitimate diagnostic criteria.

Please - if you are feeling any of these symptoms and a sudden onset of “Holy shit the world is ending” do not let anyone tell you it’s “just nerves” or “just heartburn” or something.

Keep these in mind ESPECIALLY IF YOU’VE GOT HEART DISEASE IN YOUR FAMILY!  So many more women die from heart attacks than because they don’t recognize the symptoms when they’re so different. Please stay safe and stay informed.

Relatedly, also:

Sex differences in diagnostics are pretty much never sharp cut-offs. The stereotypical “male” symptoms are more common for men, and the stereotypical “female” symptoms are more common for women – and yes, treating the stereotypical “male” symptoms as universal has absolutely lead to women being less likely to know when they need medical help.

But these things tend to go like bell curves, and so even if you’re a cis man, and you think that none of this applies to your own health – if you ever suddenly start experiencing stereotypical “female” heart attack symptoms? Go to a fucking doctor.

These symptoms show up more often in heart attacks for women, but they also just shouldn’t be ignored, by anyone, ever.

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October 2, 2021

I know too many people who have died

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September 30, 2021

September 16, 2021

The writer folds a letter into
fire or the rain that says,
here I am…

talking with my wound again,
pulling at this stitch called plot—
and here, in other mouths, are all
the burning words I could not say to you

in medias res.

Beating in another heart
all the wanting you could ever grieve.

And here the poet, lacing song
into another throat, that sings:
change your tune.

Holding a love you’ll recognize
naming all this liminal here
the terminus of what takes us
or what leaves.

And the artist paints her eyes on that
blue distance and she sighs and says
this beauty isn’t mine, but I…
I came by it honestly.

Don’t let them see me this way,
still haven’t found the words to say
there’s nothing original here, it’s all
candle hearts in chandeliers
and the golden cords,
and the years and the years.

But in my head I hear this poem
as a duet with Leonard Cohen
and Kate Wolf and we’re all
goin’ out for drinks,

and it’s fall beside the fountain,
and I need you on the mountain
to pull thyme around the
heather on the banks.

And in the dream we built a mansion here
where we all lived a thousand years,
fed each other grapes,
reading poetry.

But when all the guests arrived
I panicked, I was mortified,
it all seemed so childish, like
a blanket-fort I crawled inside, no

Don’t let them see me this way,
still haven’t found the words to say—
there’s nothing original here, it’s all
broken hearts and the souvenirs
of the golden cords,
and the years and the years.

But I swear it sounded better,
like I borrowed your old sweater
with the thumb-holes from
when you used to smoke,

and the smell of smoke still lingers there
and I think about the lock of hair
I keep in a silk bag
beside the dope.

well they say that all in love is fair,
and we’re fighting that war everywhere
and the only one worse than despair
is a little hope.

Don’t let them see me this way,
still haven’t found the words to say
there’s nothing original here, it’s all
sacred hearts and souvenirs
of the golden cords,
and the years and the years.

now August slouches home again,
and I’ve spent too long in the garden
here among the birds and trees,
flashing flower genitals at bees, oh

they need to find release.

And science tells us
wolves don’t really
howl at the moon, but we…
we can if you want to.

So let them see me this way,
having found the words to say
something original here about
burning words and healing tears
and the souvenirs…

of the golden cords,
and the years and years.

* * *

Written August 2021.

September 9, 2021
International FASD Awareness Day

mia-ugly:

mia-ugly:

Not to get political on my angsty gay pining fanfiction and poetry blog but DID YOU KNOW:

  • Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder is the number one cause of developmental disability in North America, affecting around 5% of the population (probably underestimated because it’s rarely diagnosed without prenatal history). This means it impacts more people than Autism Spectrum Disorder, Spina Bifida, Down Syndrome and Cerebral Palsy COMBINED.
  • It is a lifelong, invisible disability that affects children and adults from all communities and cultures (despite any stereotypes you may have heard).
  • AND YET it is underfunded, overlooked and misunderstood. It is permanent brain damage that is often mistaken for behavioural challenges. It is the diagnosis that results in the highest rates of substance use, mental health struggles, underemployment, self-harming behaviours, institutionalization, incarceration and sexual exploitation in adulthood - why? As the result of years and years of chronic mistreatment and misunderstanding.
  • In Canada the average life expectancy of an individual with Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder is 34. The leading cause of death is suicide. Conversations about prevention are important (there is no safe amount of alcohol you can drink if you are planning on becoming pregnant and the most amount of damage occurs in the first trimester when many people do not realize they are pregnant yet). BUT more work needs to be done to support the thousands of children born with this diagnosis, to support their families (particularly biological parents who are often overlooked in favour of adoptive and foster parents) and to end the stigma that prevents families from seeking help.

Sept. 9th is International FASD Awareness Day. A youth I work with once said that “FASD is like a darkness trying to cover up my colours.” These youth should not have to fight this darkness alone. Spread the word and the understanding. If you made it this far, thank you for reading my rant.

My yearly reblog! I do not have FASD but I love so many people who do. ❤️ 

August 16, 2021

lunaragent:

A tribute to my much admired mutual, @poetrex for constant support and warmth! Thank you kindly for encouragement and engagement since ive been here! Cheers!!

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BE IT KNOWN by decree of
His or Her Majesty P T Rex
that being WELL PLEASED
with the Most August Excellence
of our Floral Tribute, we hereby
commission the brave & noble @lunaragent
a Lance Corporal of HHM’s T-rex Cavalry,
in command of the Orange Pennant Company,
11th Moon Unit, of the Poetic Expeditionary Corps.
May fortune favour you in all endeavours.
Huzzah!

July 25, 2021

interloper interloping
fell out for a fire-fighting
chieftess in the chequered moonlit
plazas of the pleasured classes.
how he hemmed her in his humming!
bloom abuzz & summer summing.
still, the smell of soil lingers—
what regret grew in tall grasses!
soapy-handed, smutty fingers
gorging on the garden’s glut;
dreaming dress-rehearsal drumming
till the feral feeling passes.

July 1, 2021
Canada’s Indigenous Genocide Is Ongoing

allthecanadianpolitics:

The recovery of mass and unmarked graves at former Indian residential school sites in recent weeks has released a deluge of outrage and grief across the settler colony known as Canada. Horrifying truths are being unearthed that reveal the treachery by which Canadian governments, churches and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) originally stole — and continue to steal — Indigenous lands. I say recoveries because these are not new discoveries; this particular form of genocide unleashed against Indigenous children has been aggressively instituted and actively concealed by Canadian governments, churches and the RCMP since 1831, when the first residential school was established in Brantford, Ontario. Genocide here is defined both as murders of children and criminal acts of negligence and mistreatment that caused deaths that could have been prevented if authorities had acted on the concerns that were repeatedly brought to government. The high death rates, inhospitable conditions and preventable causes of death were known.

“It was not secret, even beyond the stories from survivors and all we heard during the [Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada (TRC)],” states Anishinaabe filmmaker Lisa Jackson, referring to a national commission that took place in 2008, in a recent social media post. “[It was k]nown by the government, known by the churches, and to some degree known by the Canadian public. We cannot pretend this is a revelation — that would also be hiding the truth. This is a reckoning of generations of criminal wrongdoing and widespread complicity in this brutal system.”

None of what I say here is “news”; rather, it is the culmination of urgent messages that Indigenous peoples have been shouting for years, across the country and the globe, in myriad ways, in perpetuity.

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

“I feel like a lot of people are still missing the mark despite being sympathetic and supportive of the babies being recovered,” writes Nehiyaw activist Desiree Raton Laveur. “A lot of folks still have this notion that these are ancient crimes that have long passed…. There are thousands who perished and need to be sent home and grieved, yeah. But there are thousands more who lived through the nightmare and are actively and endlessly villainized for it every day of their lives. You’re sad for those who were buried nameless, yet you want the survivors pushed out of your sight in the exact same way,” she says.

“If you want to honor the babies who never made it home, support the ones who did.”

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July 1, 2021
Green Dark Forest

poetrex:

Feet pivot; welcoming countrymen conference,
concentrated on cure for collective concussion and
consequent amnesia concerning Christian cradles
cleaving cultures from wards not ours to care for.

Wherefore we save face and reconcile the state
with disgrace through an apology a century too late?
There will be no final solution to “The Indian Problem.”
Race enters this discourse solely as caricature—inapt
mixed metaphor; e.g., an 800 lb gorilla in the room,
which now appears not
as puzzle piece, but an
impromptu paintbrush,
smudging canvases
purely coincidentally
always
          white:

    Beware the consequences of correctness
    lest they divide and conquer us via identities, a
    biological warfare bred within the body politic,
    anathema to any patriotic Canadian—a pox
    on Amherst! Let our quilt at last be rid
    of his disease! And let us
    honour our treaties—it is
            the least we could do.


Assimilation may bequeath us a fait accompli,
and maybe a mosaic fundamentally Métis—
or maybe not, if you ask Louis Riel. Can’t
say—predominant discourse differs daily.
The Charlotte Islands, shunted off the turtle’s shell—
they are (and were) Haida Gwaii. And Gordon Lightfoot
shortsighted—rather many were (and are) the red men,
not “too silent to be real”—past victims, perhaps,
but victors over that presumptive doom, that elegy
of Indian Place Names Duncan Campbell Scott
pitied in his bureaucrat-romantic thought box
obfuscated by observer’s paradoxes—
laws of uncertainty
coined by physicists
purely coincidentally
always
          German:

If a tree drops in the woods with no white men around,
can we ever really be certain that it made a sound?

I have waded in Red Indian Lake, where echoes abound
of Beothuk pathos and power—been left baffled by both
the view from the ground and from the Ivory Tower.
Don’t believe me? Check my privilege. I have
stood silent on that stony shore, and pledged
earnestly to listen
more than speak.


* * *

Written December 2013. Inspired by Mark Abley’s Conversations with a Dead Man, a book about Canadian poet Duncan Campbell Scott’s role in residential schools while he was head of Indian Affairs.

June 27, 2021

This is the first draft of a letter to my local Bishop and Archbishop regarding mass graves at residential schools in B.C., Saskatchewan, and elsewhere. I copied a lot of the language from this petition; I encourage you to suggest any edits, additions, or to copy/paste for your own use, and to that end here is a directory of Catholic Bishops in Canada and their addresses.

To the Archbishop of St. John’s, the Most Rev. Peter Hundt,

You must by now have heard the news: 215 in Kamloops; 751 at Cowessess; hundreds more in unmarked graves adding up to thousands across the country. These recoveries only confirm what survivors already attested, yet the names and numbers matter. Individual expressions of regret from diocesan communities cannot begin to address the scale of this ongoing trauma. We must account for these sins. Now the eyes of the world are on Canada and the Canadian Church, I ask of you the following:

1. Rise to your responsibility as a member of the Canadian Conference of Catholic Bishops and implore Pope Francis to visit Canada to make an explicit and unequivocal apology on behalf of the Church for its role in the attempted cultural genocide of Indigenous Peoples in Canada (TRC Call to Action 58);

2. Ensure that your congregations and clergy are educated about the history and legacy of the Church’s role in Residential Schools and why apologies and restitution to their former students, families, and communities were needed (TRC Calls to Action 59-60);

3. Support the establishment of permanent funding to Indigenous Peoples for community-controlled healing and reconciliation projects in your diocese (TRC Call to Action 61);

4. Commit to the full and transparent disclosure of all records of and regarding Residential Schools in your diocese;

5. Call for the complete payment of the restitution settlement’s original assessment of the Church’s financial obligations; and

6. Offer to meet all costs associated with the reinterment, if called for, of children’s remains in a manner to be determined and carried out by their respective communities.

I believe this to be the bare minimum of your moral responsibility. I beg you to search your heart and do everything in your power to seek justice for the victims, healing for the survivors, and accountability for the perpetrators of these horrific abuses.

Signed,

J Max Johnson