Ha dicho Rajoy en RNE que el ambiente en el funeral de Mandela es muy emocionante “porque además allí ganamos el Mundial”. La frase del año— Alberto González (@queridoantonio)
♫♫♫Vamos Rajoy sal a hablar, que tú lo haces fenomenal, tu lengua se mueve como un perezoso, shuave, shuave, shu shu shuave…♫♫♫
Cuando piensas que no se puede ser más subnormal, zas, la vida te sorprende.
This is the greatest knock knock joke in the history of all knock knocks jokes ever told, ever.
When the Nazi concentration camps were liberated by the Allies, it was a time of great jubilation for the tens of thousands of people incarcerated in them. But an often forgotten fact of this time is that prisoners who happened to be wearing the pink triangle (the Nazis’ way of marking and identifying homosexuals) were forced to serve out the rest of their sentence. This was due to a part of German law simply known as “Paragraph 175” which criminalized homosexuality. The law wasn’t repealed until 1969.
This should be required learning, internationally.
You need to know this. You need to remember this. This is not something to swept under the carpet nor be forgotten.
Never. Too many have died for the way they have loved. That needs stop now.
Make it stop?
I did a report on this in my World History class my sophomore year of high school. It was incredibly unsettling.
My teacher shown the class this. Mostly everyone in the class felt uncomfortable.
I have reblogged this in the past, but it is so ironic that it comes across my dash right now. I a currently working as a docent at my city’s Holocaust Education Center (( I say currently because I’ve also done research and translation for them )) and out current exhibit is one on loan from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum ((USHMM)). This is a little known historical fact that Paragraph 175 was not repealed after the war and those convicted under Nazi laws as a danger to society because they were gay were not released because they had be convicted in a court of law. There was no liberation or justice for them as they weren’t considered criminals, or even victims for that matter. They were criminals who remained persecuted and ostracized and kept on the fringes of society for decades after the war had been won. Paragraph175 wasn’t actually repealed until 1994. And it was only in May 2002, that the German parliament completed legislation to pardon all homosexuals convicted under Paragraph175 during the Nazi era. History has forgotten about these men and women — please educate yourselves so this does not happen again. Remember this history. Remember them.
Gosh, I never knew this, until now. In secondary school we did a whole module on the Holocaust but no mention was made of the pink triangles (which I later discovered through my own reading), let alone this atrocity. I hardly know what else to say.
those 10 seconds after your laptop dies when u just hopelessly stare at the dark screen
Eu eu penso lá estar. Sailens foooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrr
Did you know…?
Jingle Bells is not a Christmas song!
No. “Jingle Bells”? Cannot be. It’s the Christmas song! It’s the song that makes Santa’s eyes go all twinkly at the beginning of Miracle on 34th Street. Santa’s heart actually beats out its rhythm in The Santa Clause.
Well, sorry, but “Jingle Bells” has exactly bug squat to do with Christmas. No Santa, no Baby Jesus, no tinsel, no presents. Snow? Snow doesn’t confine itself to the holiday season. And Christmas doesn’t always come with snow. Take a trip to Austin (or Australia) in December and send us a report. Sleigh bells? Not from Santa’s sleigh. As the song points out ad nauseam, this sleigh is drawn by ONE HORSE, not eight reindeer, tiny or otherwise. As far as anyone can tell, James Pierpont wrote this song in a tavern after watching some sled races. This is a song about drag-racing and picking up chicks. It’s basically a Beach Boys song set in nineteenth-century New England.
In the 1840s, James Pierpont was choirmaster of the Unitarian church where his father was the pastor. Coincidence, surely. Pierpont Sr. asked Junior to come up with a song for a Thanksgiving service, even though Thanksgiving was not yet an official holiday. The Pierponts were just that cutting edge. James, given this golden opportunity, promptly choked. He took a break from his writer’s block to watch some young dudes sledding down a hill, and — what the hell? — even took a few turns himself, in the time-honored manner of procrastinators everywhere.
The sledding reminded him of the horse-drawn sleigh races he and his friends used to have when he was younger, and more important, of the way the local honeys would hang all over the winners. This kind of inspiration was just what he needed for his Thanksgiving church song. Off he went to Simpson’s Tavern, which had the only piano in town, to work out the melody. He presented the finished song — including a verse about picking up a chick named Fanny Bright and totally flipping his sleigh, and another verse exhorting the listener to “go it while you’re young,” “take the girls tonight,” and drag-race — to his minister/father. With what was probably the most pointedly resigned dad-sigh of the first half of the nineteenth century, Pierpont Sr. let James teach the song to the children’s choir. At the Thanksgiving service, the packed church went completely bughouse for the new song. It was so popular that the choir performed it again at Christmas services. The church was crammed with holiday visitors, who reasonably assumed that this was a new Christmas song, and took it back to their own communities, where it started to earworm out of control. James found a publisher for the song in 1857, just in time for Christmas to start shaping up as the major American holiday we know. By 1870, it was the most popular Christmas carol in America. And that’s the story of how a Thanksgiving song about dating and racing became your favorite Christmas song.
THIS PICTURE IS SO DARN FUCKIN CUTE
BUT JUST WAIT A MINUTE
LOOK AT THE SOLID STEAL COURAGE ON THIS LITTLE BUTTERCUP
GIRL YOU LIKE 8
THIS LITTLE GIRL GOT MORE GAME THAN I DO