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the front seat of the car is a type of confessional
i genuinely think that physically it’s easier to have hard conversations when you’re both facing forward, not having to look at each other. the catholic church knew this also
pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up
I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff
reblog if you are an ad hating commie
Not to be That Pedantic Ranger but the only places in the NPS that are *verifiably* haunted are the 1970s government housing trailers
So most national parks bring in rangers on a seasonal basis--- we're hired in late spring and fired in the fall. These rangers need places to live while we're working these 4-5 month stints, so parks typically provide some kind of housing. At best, these are bleak modular builds or dormitories that you share with other rangers. You bring a strand of Christmas lights and a house plant and just make the best of it.
At their worst, they are mid-century nightmares that are actively trying to kill you. They should have been condemned in the '90s, but there's no money to replace them because most maintenance funds are only earmarked for infrastructure used by the public. Every unit I've ever lived in comes with a warning about lead and arsenic in the pipes, and there's always a cursory checkbox like, "I have been told my water is poisoned" that you sort of wearily tick off. Some have basements that you're not allowed to go in because there's no secondary escape. In Glacier my neighbor found a straight-up dead raven on her hot water heater. This past summer another colleague found a hand-drawn pentagram in his basement with a single, unopened can of Coors Lite in the middle. Food burns because your oven temperature is no longer calibrated. Linoleum sheds when you vacuum it. Most of them list or slope in strange ways, and there are always closets that you just know not to open (see my previous hashtag about the hole in the sub-floor). They always have pest problems. This summer I was dozing on my couch and a mouse ran *over my forehead.* Sometimes you hear cracker shots from law enforcement as they try to haze the bears away.
But you put up with it all, because ultimately you love your job and it's all kind of part of it, you know? Crappy housing has been part of park ranger life since its inception. You're part of a legacy. Hundreds of other rangers have spilled grease on that carpet inexplicably installed in your kitchen. Their spirits linger in those liminal spaces behind the refrigerator, quietly whispering, "don't turn on the oven vent--it has pine martens."
I think I can finally articulate this, because I saw another “how Kamala failed to reach Americans” piece today:
Republicans aren’t trying to coddle Democrats or undecided voters. They’re lying. Just straight up lying: about economics, about immigrants, about LGBTQ+ people — they’re not “making a better pitch” or “bringing people into their tent.” They’re just. Lying.
And the majority of people in this country are too stupid or too lazy or too bigoted to fact check them.
There’s no kind, polite, inclusive message that Kamala could have used that would have reached these people. This wasn’t a failure of the candidate. This was a failure of the electorate.
I’m disappointed we lost, yes. But that happens in a democracy. But the reason we lost — it told me things about this country that I prayed weren’t true.
And I can’t believe a lie just because it makes me feel good.
gotta love the mics
compilation of this type of post
The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil
OP this is such a raw line what the fuck
The Wait.
i'm full of love but i also have the hater's curse and once a day i gotta say some bitchy shit or i'll explode
hope is a skill
hope is a weapon you are trained to wield
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You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.
It may not be apparent to everyone how to easily find out who wrote the poem in the tags, so: @mumblesplash
(an instant-classic example of a Tumblr thread where so many people add value!)
