Im Going To Start A Thread Of Pokemon Drawn To The Sizes Of The Things Theyre Based On

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John 6:51-53 says, “ I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. And the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.”52 The Jews then disputed among themselves, saying, ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’ 53 So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.” That’s fairly unambiguous: his followers are confused about why Jesus would give them flesh to eat, whereas they wouldn’t be confused about being giving bread to eat. They also would not refer to ordinary bread as flesh.

In addition, according to Luke 22:19 and Matthew 26:26-28, Jesus, when giving the disciples the bread/flesh at the Last Supper, said, “This is my body given for you.” He didn’t say, “This is a metaphor for my body.” He said, “This is my body.” Although Jesus frequently spoke in parables, we know from Mark 4:34 that he would explain the parables to his disciples: : “When he was alone with his own disciples, he explained everything.” If communion was metaphorical, Jesus would have explained it. There’s no indication that it was meant as a metaphor.

Seriously, one of the important tenets of Protestantism is “sola scriptura,” so why would you ignore the clear statements of Scripture on this topic?

Okay, new rule: if you regularly consume the blood and flesh of a demigod in a room full of chanting elders you’re not allowed to call other religions primitive and evil

People are either completely shocked or say that everything about me makes so much more sense.

To other autistic people, have other people ever been able to realise you’re autistic without you telling them before?

It’s nice to see this musical go on and on, grow into more of a phenomenon.

@thegrammys @linmanuel

For months, every morning when my daughter was in preschool, I watched her construct an elaborate castle out of blocks, colorful plastic discs, bits of rope, ribbons and feathers, only to have the same little boy gleefully destroy it within seconds of its completion.

No matter how many times he did it, his parents never swooped in BEFORE the morning’s live 3-D reenactment of “Invasion of AstroMonster.” This is what they’d say repeatedly:

“You know! Boys will be boys!” 

“He’s just going through a phase!”

“He’s such a boy! He LOVES destroying things!”

“Oh my god! Girls and boys are SO different!”

“He. Just. Can’t. Help himself!”

I tried to teach my daughter how to stop this from happening. She asked him politely not to do it. We talked about some things she might do. She moved where she built. She stood in his way. She built a stronger foundation to the castle, so that, if he did get to it, she wouldn’t have to rebuild the whole thing. In the meantime, I imagine his parents thinking, “What red-blooded boy wouldn’t knock it down?”

She built a beautiful, glittery castle in a public space.

It was so tempting.

He just couldn’t control himself and, being a boy, had violent inclinations.

She had to keep her building safe.

Her consent didn’t matter. Besides, it’s not like she made a big fuss when he knocked it down. It wasn’t a “legitimate” knocking over if she didn’t throw a tantrum.

His desire — for power, destruction, control, whatever- - was understandable.

Maybe she “shouldn’t have gone to preschool” at all. OR, better if she just kept her building activities to home.

I know it’s a lurid metaphor, but I taught my daughter the preschool block precursor of don’t “get raped” and this child, Boy #1, did not learn the preschool equivalent of “don’t rape.”

Not once did his parents talk to him about invading another person’s space and claiming for his own purposes something that was not his to claim. Respect for her and her work and words was not something he was learning.  How much of the boy’s behavior in coming years would be excused in these ways, be calibrated to meet these expectations and enforce the “rules” his parents kept repeating?

There was another boy who, similarly, decided to knock down her castle one day. When he did it his mother took him in hand, explained to him that it was not his to destroy, asked him how he thought my daughter felt after working so hard on her building and walked over with him so he could apologize. That probably wasn’t much fun for him, but he did not do it again.

There was a third child. He was really smart. He asked if he could knock her building down. She, beneficent ruler of all pre-circle-time castle construction, said yes… but only after she was done building it and said it was OK. They worked out a plan together and eventually he started building things with her and they would both knock the thing down with unadulterated joy. You can’t make this stuff up.

Take each of these three boys and consider what he might do when he’s older, say, at college, drunk at a party, mad at an ex-girlfriend who rebuffs him and uses words that she expects will be meaningful and respecte, “No, I don’t want to. Stop. Leave.”

The “overarching attitudinal characteristic” of abusive men is entitlement

Why is this so accurate?

HUMANISTS:

Expectation- Grow! Strive! Excel!

Reality- Government of, by, and for the most insufferable shitheads you knew in high school

BRILLISTS:

Expectation- Unlock the mysteries of the human psyche!

Reality- Your president is a smug sack of shit who’s also computer-racist

EUROPEANS:

Expectation- Unbreakable bonds of cultural tradition

Reality- “You seized my borderlands, you executed my hero, you conquered me a thousand years ago, and I remember.”

COUSINS:

Expectation- Altruism, community, common good

Reality- Some rando’s crashing on your couch six out of seven nights and it’d be too awkward to say anything at this point

UTOPIANS:

Expectation- Join our constellations and build the future! Also, Fursona-Pokémon are real and you can have one!

Reality- I Fucking Love Science + ENDLESS SCRUPULOSITY HELL

MASONS:

Expectation- Power. Order. Eternal tradition.

Reality- Facebook feed is endless unironic “when did THIS [modern architecture] become hotter than THIS [Byzantine spires]”

MITSUBISHI:

Expectation- Noble stewards of our terrestrial inheritance

Reality- Everyone’s least-favorite rent-seeker, and you don’t even have close to enough property to have a say in anything

WHITELAWS:

Expectation: Morally upright, clean living, stable communities

Reality: Mormonism but without the pretense of spiritual development

GRAYLAWS:

Expectation- Join the one group that isn’t directly run by lunatics

Reality- Somehow even more milquetoast than just becoming a Cousin because your ba'pas are

BLACKLAWS:

Expectation- Proud, honorable libertines, shining example of voluntary self-governance

Reality- The worst possible overlap in the Venn diagram of ancaps and LARPers

For the record the ACLU considers enforcing dress codes differently based on gender to be a violation of Title IX. If you do this again and they send home girls but not boys for the same dress code violation you can threaten to sue them, that’s usually pretty effective.

MY SCHOOL DRESS CODE IS FUCKING SEXIST AND WE STARTED A MOVEMENT

SOOO I go to Bangor High School in the state of Maine and yesterday our assistant principal told us “to the ladies we don’t want to see you’re bodies, no bra straps, no short shorts, and no crop tops, it’s a distraction” So my friend Cat started a movement at our highschool asking everyone to participate in breaking the sexist dress code and wear spaghetti straps, and crop tops, and short shorts. Even the male student body made bra strap bracelets to support our cause and wore cut open muscle tanks. ONLY FEMALE STUDENTS WERE SENT HOME. BOYS ENTIRE CHESTS WERE SHOWING BUT OUR MIDDRIFTS GOT US IN TROUBLE. WE HAD TO MISS OUT ON OUR EDUCATION TO MAKE SURE THE MALE STUDENT BODY GOT THEIRS. TO MY SCHOOL IM SAYING FUCK YOU. TO MY FOLLOWERS PLEASE HELP ME PUT THIS SHIT ON BLAST!!!!!!

The Fandom That Lived 

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well. Colour me impressed. Mother dearest just got so mad, she left. Like, went outside, got in her car and drove off.

The middle of 7 is 4.