If you would report an undocumented immigrant to ICE you would have reported me to the Nazis and I donāt fucking trust you
A note:
I live in a state where you āhave toā report anyone you suspect of being undocumented (that wonderful hellhole of Arizona). Now in practice this law has fallen far short, thank goodness. But if you live in such a place and they start enforcing it, here is how you get around it:
Assume everyone who doesnāt speak English is visiting.
Never ask about their job, because if they tell you they work here then you know theyāre not visiting. You see them a lot for several weeks or months? Hm. Someone in the family must be ill. Thatās terribly tough. They always dress in old, ratty laborersā clothes? I feel you, my dude, I canāt afford new clothes either, and my dad has the fashion sense of an aardvark, so sometimes itās not even about āaffordingā them. They say theyāve been here for years? You must have misunderstood. Spanish isnāt your first language, after all. First and last name? It never came up, or you donāt recallāyou meet a lot of people.
And then, if youāre asked: no, you havenāt seen anyone residing illegally in the United States. Just people visiting.
Very good very important addition
Essentially, this is the civil society version of a work-to-rule strike.
Donāt do more than is expressly asked of you, and do what you are asked with such an intense attention to protocol that not asking you at all becomes more effective than even bothering.
In this case:
āHave you seen an illegal immigrant?ā
āCould you describe an illegal immigrant, officer?ā
*officer describes a person who is in the country without appropriate paperwork, or who has crossed the border illegally*
āNo, sir, I havenāt seen any illegal immigrant.ā
And this is correct. You have NOT seen an illegal immigrant, because you have no way of knowing if Jose Fulano is here legally or not. And since you canāt see his paperwork (or lack thereof), and did not personally see him cross the border illegally, you are only answering precisely the question asked.
TAKE A LOOK AT THIS CREAM. TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK.Ā
MEMORIZE THE PACKAGING SO YOU MAKE SURE YOU NEVER BUY THIS CREAM FOR YOURSELF OR ANYONE YOU LOVE.
This post is about vaginas. My vagina in particular. I get yeast infections pretty regularly, and until recently I was able to afford to see a doctor who could prescribe meĀ fluconazole.
Fluconazole, a drug alsoĀ known by the brand nameĀ Diflucan, is a small pink pill. You take two pills a few days apart from each other to restore balance and harmony to your bountiful folds. Iāve never ever had a bad side effect from taking this pill.
Cut to November 2016. Iām a recent college grad without reliable health care coverage in the process of finding a job. And Iām dealing with a yeast infection. Before I moved out of state, my previous doctor told me about Miconazole. She said it was as effective as the pill and hallelujah, itās over the counter! I decided to purchase the cream pictured above. This treatment only lasted 3 days, a convenient time frame for my schedule.
The application process was a little messy, and some of the cream came in contact with my vulva and labia. Within 5 minutes every piece of skin that had come in contact with the cream, excluding my hands,Ā was on fire. I wanted to scream it was so painful. I began frantically searching for what I should do online.Ā
I found a whole forum of people on drugs.com who had experienced something similar.Ā These comments saved me, and these were just on the first page. There were 33 pages total, the earliest dated July 2009.
I was writhing in pain at 2AM when I found this forum (which I found by searching āmy vagina burn itch hurts after miconazoleā on Google). As soon as I read these comments I threw the devil cream directly into the trash and jumped in the shower. I didnāt feel any actual relief until I reached in and scraped the cream out of me. I paid $17 plus tax on this bullshit, but I could have just as easily ripped up my money or paid someone to not hurt me.Ā
The moral of the story is that vaginal health care is is completely fucked up because we donāt have access to an over the counter cure for yeast infections that is safe for our bodies and also YOU SHOULD NEVER BUY THIS CREAM EVER.
Reblog to save a vagina.
Okay so I used to get yeast infections every month after my periodĀ ācause my pH levels were fucked up or something (idk thatās what my doctor said) and I actually used to take this stuff and it was fine. Then a couple years down the road I had a yeast infection for the first time in ages and I used this again and it burned so bad I had to sit in the bath and like physically dig it out of my vagina
AND THEN I LEARNED THAT ITāS BECAUSE I DIDNāT HAVE A YEAST INFECTION. I had a bacterial infection, which is honestly pretty much identical to a yeast infection depending on the severity. The only difference is that IF YOU HAVE A BACTERIAL INFECTION AND TRY TO USE YEAST INFECTION MEDICATION IT WILL HURT
But itās not actually the medicationās fault. The medication DOES do what itās supposed to do, provided youāre actually suffering from a yeast infection. Chances are though that you and every one who commented on this did, in fact, have bacterial infections instead.
FORTUNATELY they also make over the counter tests so you can know if you need to call your doctor or just grab some yeast medicine off the shelf. Next time if you arenāt sure, pee on a stick and save yourself a world of fucking pain
AMEN.
Itās unfortunate that Iām 27 and never knew that last bit of information. The world of vaginal health is so obscure and inaccessible.
Reblogging because I too once found out the hard way that I had a bacterial & not yeast infection. š
I, too, once set my vagina aflame with miconazole. I didnāt know it was because of a bacterial infection. Reblogging to save a vag.
Reblogging to save a vag.
Itās almost like the shame and stigma thar surrounds vaginas is a danger to the health and well being of people who have vaginas.
I love noticing all of the interactions between each other as they do this XD At first they’re just goofing around but then you notice when they’re like “No no, we got this” and actually get serious about it XD
Also, here is the link to sign an online petition to have this become the new theme š even if it doesn’t come true I’d love to see how many votes we can get, we only need 100
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like thereās definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going āoh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.ā
all you hear of any woodwinds is just āpffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!ā bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. theyāre done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
I JUST DIED
I SEARCHED THIS POST FOR AGES OH MY GOD
reblog again
This is magical, thank you.
I canāt ever not reblog this. Those trumpets šššš
(* Hurricane wasenāt too bad here, but the exhaustion/migraines the weather brought dealt a heavy blow to me in general, + the 500% stress iāve been under lately, iāve been bedridden the last few days)
(* For folks who donāt know, i have several physical and mental health issues that get extremely worse under stress and can make me physically ill, as in it gives me fevers/phantom pains/insomnia and a mixed bag of other fun symptoms)
(* Itās gotten so bad that iāve been unable to leave my room or function like a normal human being in general. As it is, what little time i manage to muster up out of bed has been spent on work, and even that is exceedingly minimal)
(* in addition, having 6 adults and 5 kids all in one household with only my mom and me earning incomes has basically made it so any extra funds we gather go towards the massive up-spike in utility bills/groceries)
(* so i honestly simply cant afford to work on the comic at the moment)
(* Iāll work on it as soon as i finish some of my current workload, which might be awhile seeing as iām working at a snails pace atm.)
(* If you wanna lend me some support, you can hit up my patreonĀ ,Ā kofi or my redbubble, thank you to all of you for your encouragement and support regardless.)
(* So please bare with me for a little bit while i focus on gathering funds and building my health back up. i know iām always late for some reason or another, but unfortunately thatās just how it goes when your health is as garbage as mine.)
Have I ever mentioned the weird cryptid (?) encounter I had onceĀ
Oke oke
So really I hesitate to say it was a cryptid really, because I donāt know WHAT it could have been in general. Hereās the story though. It was really late and me and my mom are driving home from drive out to the pharmacy. Super dark, but weāre going down a street back toward my house. Its kind of woody kind of next to the town. Meaning on one side is a huge river and the park and the other is like a run down abandoned building they still need to fix. Iāll mention Iām in a really rural part of pennsylvania, if that matters. We stop at a stop light and Iām kind of really tired but I look up and down the road and I freeze up. Cause I see this THING I really struggle to describe it because it was very brief, but I saw something huge and black like a shadow just kind of step across the road. Iām not talking walk across the road Iām talking
ONE BIGĀ STEP
And of course at first Iām just likeĀ āoh man Iām really tired Iām seeing thingsā cause of course I donāt think much of it, but then I look over and my mom looks absolutely stunned. She turns to me and goesĀ āWhat was THAT?ā We talk about it for a bit, mostly at a loss. My mom thinks it was just a deer sprinting across the road, but Iāve never seen a deer clear a road that fast or jump near high enough to reach what I saw.
Because Iām too tired to draw a whole street heās a general idea of what I think I saw
The more I try to find any research about anything similar to this, I keep finding more wierd sightings of other strange creatures seen in Pennsylvania
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