Ok so my wife is starting her HRT in a couple months as some of you know, and a big constant question is “How do you feel about that?? Are you ok with him being a woman?!!” And other stupid nonsense, so to answer that question, it’s not a re-proposal, but I ordered Kadan necklaces, because I know who I married regardless of gender.
I’m assuming by “he was a Nazi” you meant he played a PARODY of Hitler in a MOVIE and in that same movie he also plays a barber who disguises himself as said Hitler parody and delivers one of the greatest anti-fascist speeches of all time.
It’s okay. It’s an easy mistake to make.
Literally where does someone come up with the idea that a Polish immigrant with heavy leftist leanings is in any way a Nazi
In fact, Chaplin was harshly criticized by the American far right for being very anti-Nazi in the period leading up to America’s entry into World War 2, and many lambasted his film, “The Great Dictator,”–in which he parodied and ridiculed Hitler–as “anti-German” and “war-mongering.” The Nazis themselves, as well as the Nazi sympathizers and supporters of the American far right, hated him.
Chaplin’s films were banned in Nazi Germany, and Nazi propaganda smeared him constantly. (Part of the smear was claiming he was Jewish–which he was not, but calling someone Jewish in Nazi Germany was guaranteed to inflame public sentiment against them.)
Chaplin was concerned with social issues like homelessness, and was a liberal and an anti-Nazi at a time when to be either one (let along both) was to be accused of being a Communist–which at the time was pretty one of the worst things you could call someone–and indeed “anti-American.” (Because, again, American conservatives loved them some Nazis–right up until the time Hitler’s forces started invading other countries–and even then, the bulk of the US thought we shouldn’t “interfere” in what they saw as a strictly European affair.)
Even after the war, and even after the world realized the despicable things the Nazis had done, Chaplin couldn’t shake the “Communist” and “anti-American” accusations from conservative American “journalists,” politicians, and others on the far right, who were still angry with him for his pre-war anti-Nazi sentiments.
And when he refused to participate in the McCarthy’s “Red Scare” Communist witch-hunts of the early 1950s, he was banned from re-entering the United States, while on a trip to England.
In short, Chaplin’s ANTI-NAZI leanings made him so many enemies in the US that they set off a chain of events that eventually saw him kicked out of the country. Oh, sure, the US finally issued a formal apology and invited him back, but by that time, his response was pretty much, “Yeah, too little, too late.” And justifiably so.
Chaplin stood against everything the Nazis stood for, and was smeared and punished for it.
So don’t you fucking dare call Charlie Chaplin a Nazi.
Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your family. Dishonor on your cow.
Btw, Google automatically signs you up for recording your voice, you have to go into “your data in search history” (type that into google to get there) to turn off the option for them to record you:
You probably all remember this post, back when we all hoped that @thulimo’s tumor was benign and she would be able to go home after surgery and relax and try to recover from said surgery. Sadly, that was not the case, and she’s been diagnosed with Stage II Endomterioid Ovarian Cancer, confirmed by pathology. It came with a complete hysterectomy, oophorectomy, and other medical disemboweling. In short, not a fun time for her, and she spent three days in the hospital recovering from her surgery, the weekend after back in the emergency room due to complications, had a chemo port placed on 10/28, and begins the first of six cycles of chemo on 11/5.
She’s having a really shitty time of it, guys. She’s exhausted, she’s hurting, she’s scared and who can blame her. Chemotherapy is rough, and she needs a lot of care and help while she adjusts to this new, however temporary, reality. her chemotherapy is six cycles, every three weeks, for the next approximately five months. I believe her end date is sometime in April, at which point the oncologist will start testing and scanning to make sure she is cancer free and we go from there.
We’ve both been pretty out of it, are constantly exhausted, and I am having to take time off work in order to try to get our lives under control and prepare her first chemo treatment and whatever is coming as a result of it. We need help, which is why I am posting another one of these.
HERE’S HOW YOU CAN HELP
We have a GoFundMe. We also have ko-fi; mine, and Bird’s. We also have a shared PayPal account. If you can’t afford to donate that’s completely understandable and we totally get it. Reblogs and words and messages of encouragement mean a lot to Bird and me and are just as important. Bird needs care items as well, such as loose fitting, chemo accessible clothing; hats and scarves for when she loses her hair; face masks for going out in public to help keep her from getting sick while her immune system is compromised; stuff to keep her warm as she already runs cold and she’s having the majority of her chemo in the winter months so she’s going to need more blankets and socks. Recommendations for books and movies and shows to watch during those long, six hour chemo sessions, and easy to digest recipes are also greatly appreciated! If you have ever been a caregiver and you have tips or advice for me, I would really love the help. Also, if you or someone you know is a cancer survivor and you have advice for either one of us, we would gladly welcome it!
I’m probably forgetting something, or a bunch of somethings. If you can think of something I’ve missed, yell at me. If you know of resources, yell at me. Thank you to everyone who has helped us so far, and thank you for your continued help and support. I love you, and whatever happens and whatever you do, be good to your fellow humans, whoever and wherever they are.
If you would report an undocumented immigrant to ICE you would have reported me to the Nazis and I don’t fucking trust you
A note:
I live in a state where you “have to” report anyone you suspect of being undocumented (that wonderful hellhole of Arizona). Now in practice this law has fallen far short, thank goodness. But if you live in such a place and they start enforcing it, here is how you get around it:
Assume everyone who doesn’t speak English is visiting.
Never ask about their job, because if they tell you they work here then you know they’re not visiting. You see them a lot for several weeks or months? Hm. Someone in the family must be ill. That’s terribly tough. They always dress in old, ratty laborers’ clothes? I feel you, my dude, I can’t afford new clothes either, and my dad has the fashion sense of an aardvark, so sometimes it’s not even about “affording” them. They say they’ve been here for years? You must have misunderstood. Spanish isn’t your first language, after all. First and last name? It never came up, or you don’t recall–you meet a lot of people.
And then, if you’re asked: no, you haven’t seen anyone residing illegally in the United States. Just people visiting.
Very good very important addition
Essentially, this is the civil society version of a work-to-rule strike.
Don’t do more than is expressly asked of you, and do what you are asked with such an intense attention to protocol that not asking you at all becomes more effective than even bothering.
In this case:
“Have you seen an illegal immigrant?”
“Could you describe an illegal immigrant, officer?”
*officer describes a person who is in the country without appropriate paperwork, or who has crossed the border illegally*
“No, sir, I haven’t seen any illegal immigrant.”
And this is correct. You have NOT seen an illegal immigrant, because you have no way of knowing if Jose Fulano is here legally or not. And since you can’t see his paperwork (or lack thereof), and did not personally see him cross the border illegally, you are only answering precisely the question asked.
I’m not American, and I have like, three followers, but this is important.
“Why is it that you never come into my house unless I invite you?” “Um, it’s called ‘being polite’…?”
“I tried cooking with garlic the other night and got this serious burn on my hand. I think I’m allergic, but all I’m getting on Google is vampire bullshit.”
“Dude can a mirror like… stop working or something?”
“Dude, why do you keep posting pictures of the floor?” “…Those are meant to be selfies, I guess my camera must be broken.”
“Dude, I am all for you expressing your religious beliefs, but could you not wear your crucifix when I’m around? It really bugs me for some reason.”
“Have you ever noticed how cute bats are? like really noticed? sweet lil balls of fluff with wings man.”
“I want to sleep in a coffin…ya kno, for like… aesthetic”
“What’s with your thing about necks lately?”
“MUST YOU KINKSHAME ME IN MY OWN HOME”
“I looked up my symptoms on WebMD, and it says I have cancer.”
This last addition made the reblog obligatory. This one wins.
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