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Illustrator, puppeteer, listening ear, arctophile. Working on polyglotity (Hey. It's a word.). Francophone, jeg snakker norsk. The German language vexes me ever, but I shall conquer it. I aspire to remain an elderly ingénue.
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Aujourd'hui c'est le vendredi français, donc on ne parle que le français ici aujourd'hui.

So. How many gov't officials of the magafascist strain are now mispronouncing "prostate" in hushed, gleeful whispers? I'm pretty sure that in Junior's meangirl tweet, he only spelled it correctly because of spellcheck.

They erased us from the textbooks. I’m putting us back in the story. They buried our truth and hoped we’d stay silent. ERASED isn’t a book—it’s a weapon. Read it before they ban it. Share it before they silence it. Get your copy now. stan.store/gxldsociety/...

There is an anti-reproductive-choice group on fb with the name White Rose Resistance. Be aware they've stolen the name of a valid and useful anti-fascist group. I blocked them, because on fb, reporting does no good. Just an fyi.

Has he just always wanted a big fancy parade on his birthday and was always denied it? Is that why he insists on having one and making us pay for it? NOW can we throw the baby out with the bathwater?

Hey, that purple carpeting on the stairs leading down from the plane in which Trump arrived in Saudi Arabia? Yeah, it may be what colour those are there, but also purple is the colour of royalty so

In case you forgot about this, here is Patrick Henry's famous speech before Congress, in its entirety, given on 23 March, 1775. avalon.law.yale.edu/18th_century...

Once upon a time, plastic bags as food storage were a brand new thing, and my Norwegian grandma in Iowa bought some. She must have ascribed more virtues to them than was wise, for she made up a batch of fried chicken, wrapped it in the plastic bags and...(cont'd)

Once upon a time, we used to tease our Grama about the oregano she grew in her little garden. "Oh, sure," we'd nod knowingly, "of course it's oregano." Not that Grama wouldn't have been a devoted pothead, had she ever unbent to try it.