Saturday morning, on the 26th of October, a Nazi walked into a Pittsburgh synagogue, shouting “All Jews must die!” and opened fire. He killed eleven Jewish people, including grandparents, husbands, wives, and a doctor remembered for his compassionate care of his patients during the AIDs crisis. Several of them were there celebrating a baby-welcoming ceremony for a gay couple’s newly adopted twins.
This was the deadliest antisemitic attack in all 364 years of American Jewish history. Jews all over the world are shaken, upset, and scared. We know that this could have been any of us, but beyond that, this attack struck at the heart of our people. We were attacked in a place of safety and sanctity. We were reminded that as Jews, we are not safe in America. And we lost eleven Jewish souls.
Some of us are grieving, some of us are angry, some of us are devastated, some of us are numb, some of us are crying, some of us are terrified, some of us are anxious, and some of us can barely walk up the stairs because this doesn’t make any sense and yet it makes so much sense because we all, on some level, imagined this was coming. Our history has taught us that our safety is never guaranteed, and over the past two years we have watched the sickening rise of Nazism and antisemitism all over the world, including in America, where, despite our history, many of us had been lulled into believing it could never happen here.
We lost a third of the world’s Jewish population within living memory. So many Jewish families, in every country, fled antisemitic violence within the past few generations. The tragedy we just experienced is visceral, it’s terrifying, it’s devastating.
So please, check in on your Jewish friends and ask how they are doing. Please, take a moment to understand and absorb this tragedy. Please, understand how this is not just yet another mass shooting (that while theoretically tragic, you don’t really have the space for another one, what with compassion fatigue), but rather an attack that pierced the heart of a group of people already carrying centuries of pain and trauma. Please, make space for this one. Please, when you talk about this, don’t use generalized language about hate and about how no one should be killed for their religion. Please speak the words: Jewish. Antisemitic. Say this was an antisemitic attack, on Jewish people. And please, keep us in your thoughts today.
Folks who aren’t Jewish, you can reblog this. In fact I’d be grateful if you did.
when there are attacks on Black communities, we must call those actions racist, anti-Black. when gay communities are targeted, we must call the perpetrators homophobic. please don’t forget to call this attack anti-Semitic. it’s not “just” a shooting, as though there could be such a thing. we have to acknowledge the motivation to fight it. and we can’t be erased.
ok you know what tahani is more fucking valid than anyone because she never wanted anything that wasn’t 100% justified
her parents treated her like garbage and she only comes across as full of herself because literally not a single one of her achievements was ever fucking recognized by anyone around her, least of all the two people whos opinion she actually cared about, her parents
nothing she wanted ever was detrimental to any other person in any way
it wasn’t about making everyone around her think she was a saint, she just wanted to do something that would finally be seen as enough
it wasnt even about outdoing her sister it was just about being recognized for her accomplishments in her own right
so dont sit there with this she was doing good things with bad intentions stuff
she was doing good things for her own reasons, and it wasnt about the magnanimity of helping people, but that doesn’t make her motivations bad objectively
and like her final test to see whether she was a good person was to walk down that hallway lined with rooms where people were gossiping about her
and she passed by aaalll the doors of aaall the famous people and socialites that she talks about all the time and the one room she finally did stop at was her parents!
there’s nothing vain about desiring approval from your parents! she just wanted acknowledgment. from her parents. there’s no fucking realm of reality where you can frame that as vain! she wanted her parents not to treat her like complete fucking garbage for one goddamn second.
like having bad parents is a bad enough environment to grow up in but having them treat you so unjustly your whole life while watching that so completely opposite and juxtaposed with the way they treat your only other sibling. thats so horrible.
and tahani stopping to get some closure on that CANNOT be termed selfish. theres just no fuckin way
This is the point of the series. The “good/bad place” system is built on Kantian absolutism and a complete rejection of anything even remotely near moral dessert, but the fact that it qualifies *as* a very clear and obvious moral dessert completely invalidates the moral logic underlying the selection system. Which is *why* Chidi’s wide-ranging philosophical lessons lead the characters into contradictions within the framework. Even Michael can’t deal with the “good/bad” paradigm’s rules in the face of something as “simple” as the trolley problem.
Michael’s experiment exposed the fundamental flaw in the system.
My wife and I were were talking the other day and, I don’t remember what we were even talking about, but the idea came up that we would need an oreo for. I joked about getting one from my secret stash. This is where she made her mistake. She said “oh right, like you could have an Oreo stash without me knowing about it.”
I’m sorry?
That’s a challenge.
Oreos aquired.
I’m going to hide them in a super simple place at first
But be sure to follow this post while I chronicle all the ways and places I hide them and also how I plan on taunting her with cookies while she can’t find the package
She is out of the house for a moment so it’s time to enjoy a few cookies
And find a new hiding spot
Hehehe
They up there
Normally I’m a Oreos with milk kinda guy, but I’ll take coffee if coffee is available
Now to hide them right under her nose
She never looks under the TV for anything. Tonight when we are watching Halloween Wars I’ll have a big dopey grin on my face
Time to up the stakes. It was fun having em here and hiding them around her while she didn’t know what was happening. Bit now it’s time for her to be in on the game she is playing
Four cookies packed in her lunch. Game on
I’ve been cleaning house today and feeling like I’ve done a pretty good job. Time to reward myself with some delicious Oreos
Aaaaand put them where she would never find them in a million years
🙂
Got up early this morning and helped pack everyone’s lunch. Pulling a damn Oprah over here
You get some cookies! You get some cookies! Everyone gets cookies!
Then a devious idea struck me…
I put the remaining Oreos in a baggie to hide by themselves. Now to “hide” the package where it will probably be found…
And pin the actual stash to the inside of the closet wall
If you two weren’t already married I’d beg you to marry her because you two are obviously perfect for each other and I love this post with all my heart
This guy’s dopey grin at his success at hiding oreos is exactly what I’m here for
You like that eh? Well you are going to love today’s installment
Look at that. So sad. So few Oreos left
Guess I’ll just pin em right to the middle of the wall in the middle of the living room. She’ll never find em there
Oh, guess I should put this back up
Bwa ha ha ha! You guys! You guys don’t understand! I was planning on doing this and when I got home and looked at it I was like “aww, it’s too thin. They won’t fit.” I even TOLD my wife this and how I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to hide them back there.
But then I looked again. They dooooo
Thank you all so much for the love. I knew y’all would like this, but I had no idea you would like it THIS MUCH. People calling us “goals” and stuff… Man…. It’s kinda hard to take in ya know? Anyways: if this post gets Over 9000™ before I get off work today I will pick up Halloween Oreos on my way home and this will not stop
the energy of ordering food via drive thru and then eating it in your car in the parking lot is so powerful. like you could walk 50 feet and sit at a table in the light but we just stan alienation in this country
me hunched over in the dunkin parking lot like a goblin, devouring an old fashioned donut in the dim orange light of the streetlamps, abba blasting,
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