Hey tumblr! Did you know that if you suffer from depression / anxiety or any other mental illness, you can register your dog as an emotional support animal, making it illegal for a landlord to refuse to rent to you? That’s right. No breed restrictions, no weight restrictions, no matter what, they are not allowed to refuse.
I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO ADD THAT NSARCO DOT COM IS A SCAM AND ANY WEBSITE SELLING THESE “CERTIFICATIONS” TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC IS A SCAM. YOU CANNOT BUY A REAL CERTIFICATION FOR YOUR PET.
Ok, this is fucking HUGE. Fake support animals, untrained ESAs? Yeah, they’re a HUGE danger to the REAL service dog teams. Y’know, the people who LEGITIMATELY NEED a service dog, for visible or invisible disabilities. You are cheapening and destroying the idea of a service dog when you take your leash pulling, non-potty trained, dog aggressive bully mutt into a store with you with your fake registrations and faux service vests. When you let others in the store pet your dog, they start to think that they can pet any “service dog” because they don’t know the difference between you with your pet that you just wanted to take anywhere, and the dog that is actually doing a job. This can cause undue stress on the handler who might have PTSD, severe anxiety, etc, or ANY handler with ANY issue. These dogs are WORKING dogs, not pets whose owner wanted to take their dog in a shop.
You cause problems like THIS:
Do. not. just go out and register your cutesy little poorly trained pet dog as an ESA just so you can take it where you want. It’s dangerous and hurtful, and can lean to places and businesses working to keep REAL service animals out of their establishments.
TRUE service dogs have gone through years and years of training to help their humans. Do NOT cheapen the effort and work that goes into the animals for the work they do for their humans just because you want fluffy to come in and have lunch with you. Don’t.
Four years earlier, in 1968, Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot and killed.
Five years before that, in 1963, Medgar Evers was shot and killed.
Eight years before that, in 1955, a young Black man named Emmett Till was tortured, then shot and killed.
These events, and numerous others with frightening similarity, happened in a line, and in the early years of the first decade to reap the social benefits of the Civil Rights Movement, Marvel Comics gives the fans (and the world) a Black male superhero whose primary superhuman aspect… is that he’s bulletproof.
Not flight, or super speed, or a power ring.
The superhuman ability of being impervious to bullets.
Superheroes. Action heroes. Fantasy heroes.
Is there any doubt the power fantasy of the Black man in the years following multiple assassinations of his leaders and children by way of the gun would be superhuman resistance to bullets?
In American society, the Black man has come a long way from the terrors of the past handful of centuries, only to crash right into the terrors of the 21st century. Some of those terrors being the same exact ones their grandparents had to face and survive — or not.
There are Black men who are wealthy, powerful, formidable and/or dangerous. They can affect change undreamt of by their parents, and their parents’ parents. Their children will be able to change the world in ways we can intuit and others we can barely begin to try and predict.
But a bullet can rip through their flesh and their future with no effort whatsoever.
And so we look at Luke Cage, a man who gets shot on a regular basis, whose body language is such that he is expecting to be shot at, prepared for the impact — because he knows he can take it.
And maybe, in the subconscious of the uni-mind of Marvel Comics, is the understanding that Luke Cage may unfortunately always be a relevant fantasy idea for the Black man.
2012 – Trayvon Martin is shot and killed.
2013 – Jonathan Ferrell is shot and killed.
2014 – Michael Brown is shot and killed.
2015/2016 – Luke Cage premieres on Netflix.
I look forward to seeing if the Luke Cage of that show will have a true understanding of his power and what he symbolizes.
We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.
They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.
Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.
”—~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.
From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)
So, I don’t have the tools or the skill to do the chain and sprocket by myself and I’m feeling really down about that. I’m gonna get some turn signals for my bike next week and take it to a shop and have tires, chain, and fork seals all done at once. Stuck on my little Suzuki until then :(
So, I did do the chain and sprocket myself a couple weeks ago, fuck you low self-esteem!