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Dear theists…
You’re nothing special
You’re nothing special
January 24, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Dear theists…
You’re nothing special
You’re nothing special
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Their faith lets them worship power while they’re offended by mercy. It’s not Christianity they’re practicing.
January 23, 2025 at 4:38 PM
Their faith lets them worship power while they’re offended by mercy. It’s not Christianity they’re practicing.
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Also re: their attempts at legally defining sex & non-conformity illegal
1.) the civil rights act and equal protection clause still exist
2.) there will eternally be a parade of cis men and women who are not included in the legal definitions for "man" or "woman" that the courts can't ignore
1.) the civil rights act and equal protection clause still exist
2.) there will eternally be a parade of cis men and women who are not included in the legal definitions for "man" or "woman" that the courts can't ignore
Its important to remember as trump sends out all these executive orders, that a huge chunk of what he is trying to do with executive orders is really something that would require federal legislation
January 24, 2025 at 3:25 PM
Also re: their attempts at legally defining sex & non-conformity illegal
1.) the civil rights act and equal protection clause still exist
2.) there will eternally be a parade of cis men and women who are not included in the legal definitions for "man" or "woman" that the courts can't ignore
1.) the civil rights act and equal protection clause still exist
2.) there will eternally be a parade of cis men and women who are not included in the legal definitions for "man" or "woman" that the courts can't ignore
In the hollow of the moon, shadows gather,
ancient words whispered through the cracked air,
a circle drawn in ash, blackened earth.
The wind, like a serpent, coils around forgotten stones,
and from the depths of the void,
a single eye opens, glowing—
unseen, yet watching,
unheard, yet speaking
ancient words whispered through the cracked air,
a circle drawn in ash, blackened earth.
The wind, like a serpent, coils around forgotten stones,
and from the depths of the void,
a single eye opens, glowing—
unseen, yet watching,
unheard, yet speaking
December 1, 2024 at 7:35 PM
In the hollow of the moon, shadows gather,
ancient words whispered through the cracked air,
a circle drawn in ash, blackened earth.
The wind, like a serpent, coils around forgotten stones,
and from the depths of the void,
a single eye opens, glowing—
unseen, yet watching,
unheard, yet speaking
ancient words whispered through the cracked air,
a circle drawn in ash, blackened earth.
The wind, like a serpent, coils around forgotten stones,
and from the depths of the void,
a single eye opens, glowing—
unseen, yet watching,
unheard, yet speaking