Gays want to be in the military. Here’s how I feel about it, alright? Anyone - DUMB ENOUGH - to want to be in the military should be allowed in. End of fuckin’ story. That should be the only requirement. I don’t care how many push-ups you can do, put on a helmet, go wait in that fox-hole, we’ll tell you when we need you to kill somebody. Y’know what I mean?
I’m so sick… I’ve watched these fuckin’ congressional hearings, and all these military guys, and all the pundits, seriously “Oh, the esprit-de-corps will be affected, and we are such a moral…” Excuse me? Aren’t y’all fuckin’ hired killers? Shut up! You are thugs, and when we need you to go blow the fuck out of a nation of little brown people, we’ll let you know. Until then.
Where did the fucking military get all these moral… “We are the military… Is that a village of children and kids? Where the napalm? I don’t want any gay people hanging around me when I’m killing kids. I just don’t wanna see it”.
|—||Bill Hicks - relevant, as always. (via teraspawn)|
I wasn’t “asking for it.” I was five.
Short Shorts. A Hello Kitty T-Shirt. Cork Wedges. Pigtails.
Stop holding victims accountable for their wardrobes.
Start holding rapists accountable for raping.
A response to the wave of victim blaming on Tumblr today. Feel free to share.
I hate how every feminist in the world likes to say that “rapists are the only ones in the wrong when it comes to rape.”
I’m not saying they aren’t in the wrong, but let me ask you this. How many women in pajama pants and t-shirts have you seen affected by…