Budsofstone @budsofstone@computerfairi.es

@mudkip

Keep dsa & wobs out of radical spaces! Stop letting them infiltrate communities we've built

"Vegan Leather" it's plastic. Please spare us, it's plastic.

Based kids.

#fuckice #immigration #anarchism #acab

Stop buying new things!

You can do it! It is possible!

Don't support the system destroying people to destroy the world. Just opt out. I have for ~15 years. You can too.

(when it's really, really necessary, you can buy new things, just think hard and find alternatives when possible)

#consumption #destruction #climate #slavery #capitalism #boycott

Modern domestic abuse discourse is really gross to me, mostly because due to most of our societies being patriarchal in nature, any attempts by men to join in the discussion (as potential victims, not as "The other side of abuse") are met with "Men trying to insert themselves where they don't belong again" from women and "What are you, a pussy? This doesn't happen to men!" from, well, the rest of male population.

"you're so immature for your age" thanks its the regression

The BBC asked minority groups what they thought of the BBC:

"Participants...viewed journalism as a form of oppression that had the same impact on their lives as the police. Journalism in general, and the BBC in particular, they said, felt like an arm of the state."

https://www.niemanlab.org/2025/02/the-bbc-asked-marginalized-groups-how-it-could-do-better-they-didnt-hold-back/

#journalism #BBC #news #research #MainstreamMedia

A lot of fascists think they're renegades and revolutionaries and free thinkers when they're just shoveling the same shit their grandfather was digging a century ago.

Someone please buy me this t-shirt.
By artist, Elizabeth Hudy aka ThePeachFuzz
https://www.threadless.com/@ThePeachFuzz

#QuitCallingTheCops #ACAB

Remember Aaron♥️

Fuck #Meta

When I was a kid, the KKK planned a march through our downtown. I was at my grandparents’ house for the summer. The phone rang, my grandma called my grandpa to the phone. I sat and listened to his side of the conversation.

“Who? When? Where? Where are we meeting? On my way.”

Being the little boy, I want to go with him, whatever it was he was going to do. Lemme go!

“Not this time, son”, as he brushed past me.

With that, he went to the hall closet, pulled out his shotgun and a box of shells, and sped away in his truck. Time for business.

There was no KKK march through town that night or any other night. People don’t know about it because it didn’t happen. I think about that a lot lately.

Absolutely a true story.