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America, Anaconda, and Life: Norway Democratic Socialism United States Unfettered Capitalism Poverty rate-10% Life expectancy of 81.7 years Infant mortality 2 per 1,000 births. A murder rate of 0.51 per 100,000. Incarcerations: 74 per 100,000. GDP of $75.500 per person 70% workers protected by Unions Ranks 2nd -Happiest Country Free Universal health care Free higher education Financial security for seniors 83% home ownership Living wage as minimum 8 weeks paid vacation per year 35 weeks paid parental leave Poverty rate-29% Life expectancy of 79.6 years. Infant mortality 5.7 per 1,000 births. A murder rate of 4.74 per 100,000. Incarcerations: 860 per 100,000. GDP of $59.500 per person 11.3% workers protected by Unions Ranks 14th-Happiest Country Unpaid/Insurance based health care Expensive higher education No security for seniors 63% home ownership Poverty wage as minimum No paid vacation per year No paid parental leave Average personal tax rate-37% Average personal tax rate-38.52% liberalsarecool: thatpettyblackgirl: It’s worth pointing out that the poverty rate mentioned in the picture is relative poverty. By law everyone in Norway is entitled to shelter and subsistence support including basic health care. Poor Norwegians, in other words, receive far more support from society than poor Americans do. Socialism works. The only reason republicans want capitalism is so the rich can hoard all the wealth while poor people suffer. Vote Bernie! EAT. THE. RICH. You pay the same tax rate, but in America you have to add your health care payments and tuition payments. That can be thousands a year. Plus, they get 8 weeks of vacation. They get 35 weeks of paid parental leave. We have to end siphoning all the surplus labor value to shareholders and give back profits as wages and benefits.
America, Anaconda, and Life: Norway
 Democratic Socialism
 United States
 Unfettered Capitalism
 Poverty rate-10%
 Life expectancy of 81.7 years
 Infant mortality 2 per 1,000 births.
 A murder rate of 0.51 per 100,000.
 Incarcerations: 74 per 100,000.
 GDP of $75.500 per person
 70% workers protected by Unions
 Ranks 2nd -Happiest Country
 Free Universal health care
 Free higher education
 Financial security for seniors
 83% home ownership
 Living wage as minimum
 8 weeks paid vacation per year
 35 weeks paid parental leave
 Poverty rate-29%
 Life expectancy of 79.6 years.
 Infant mortality 5.7 per 1,000 births.
 A murder rate of 4.74 per 100,000.
 Incarcerations: 860 per 100,000.
 GDP of $59.500 per person
 11.3% workers protected by Unions
 Ranks 14th-Happiest Country
 Unpaid/Insurance based health care
 Expensive higher education
 No security for seniors
 63% home ownership
 Poverty wage as minimum
 No paid vacation per year
 No paid parental leave
 Average personal tax rate-37%
 Average personal tax rate-38.52%
liberalsarecool:
thatpettyblackgirl:


It’s
 worth pointing out that the poverty rate mentioned in the picture is 
relative poverty. By law everyone in Norway is entitled to shelter and 
subsistence support including basic health care.
Poor Norwegians, in other words, receive far more support from society than poor Americans do.

Socialism works. The only reason republicans want capitalism is so the rich can hoard all the wealth while poor people suffer. Vote Bernie!


EAT. THE. RICH.




You pay the same tax rate, but in America you have to add your health care payments and tuition payments. That can be thousands a year.
Plus, they get 8 weeks of vacation. They get 35 weeks of paid parental leave.
We have to end siphoning all the surplus labor value to shareholders and give back profits as wages and benefits.

liberalsarecool: thatpettyblackgirl: It’s worth pointing out that the poverty rate mentioned in the picture is relative poverty. By law ...

Friends, New York, and Respect: Neil Henderson @hendopolis Follow A 16 year old has written a thought provoking letter to the Times this morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz わReply Retweeted ★Favorite More Annoyed Sir, I am getting increasingly annoyed at the barrage of articles about teenagers, and the adults who keep trying to explain our behaviour "Moods and meltdowns: what's inside the teenage brain?, Mar 1) I am 16 and a straight-A student, like most of my friends. We are not as irrational and immature as adults seem to think. We've grown up with financial crises and accept that most of us will be unemployed We no longer flinch at bloody images of war because we've grown up seeing the chaos in the Middle East and elsewhere Most of us are cynical and pessimistic because of the environment we've grown up in which should be explanation enough for our apparent insolence and disrespect, without "experts" having to write articles about it. Has no one ever seen that we are angry at the world we live in? Angry that we will have to clean up your mess, while you hold us in contempt, analysing our responses as though we were another species? I would like adults to treat us not as strange creatures from other world but as human beings with intelligent thought - a little different from yours, perhaps, but intelligent thought nonetheless Stop teaching adults how to behave around us, and instead teach them to respect us Jenni Herd Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire raeseddon: tiffanarchy: 0nechoice: THANK YOU JENNI HERD dang Jenni, GO OFF Teenages: Treat us like people New York Times: What does this perplexing creature want from us? We may never know.
Friends, New York, and Respect: Neil Henderson
 @hendopolis
 Follow
 A 16 year old has written a thought
 provoking letter to the Times this
 morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz
 わReply Retweeted ★Favorite More

 Annoyed
 Sir, I am getting increasingly
 annoyed at the barrage of
 articles about teenagers, and the
 adults who keep trying to
 explain our behaviour "Moods
 and meltdowns: what's inside
 the teenage brain?, Mar 1)
 I am 16 and a straight-A
 student, like most of my friends.
 We are not as irrational and
 immature as adults seem to
 think. We've grown up with
 financial crises and accept that
 most of us will be unemployed
 We no longer flinch at bloody
 images of war because we've
 grown up seeing the chaos in
 the Middle East and elsewhere
 Most of us are cynical and
 pessimistic because of the
 environment we've grown up in
 which should be explanation
 enough for our apparent
 insolence and disrespect,
 without "experts" having to
 write articles about it.
 Has no one ever seen that we
 are angry at the world we live
 in? Angry that we will have to
 clean up your mess, while you
 hold us in contempt, analysing
 our responses as though we
 were another species?
 I would like adults to treat us
 not as strange creatures from
 other world but as human
 beings with intelligent thought
 - a little different from yours,
 perhaps, but intelligent thought
 nonetheless
 Stop teaching adults how to
 behave around us, and instead
 teach them to respect us
 Jenni Herd
 Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire
raeseddon:

tiffanarchy:

0nechoice:

THANK YOU JENNI HERD


dang Jenni, GO OFF


Teenages: Treat us like people
New York Times: What does this perplexing creature want from us? We may never know.

raeseddon: tiffanarchy: 0nechoice: THANK YOU JENNI HERD dang Jenni, GO OFF Teenages: Treat us like people New York Times: What does t...

America, Bad, and Be Like: Lou Ohio I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46 year old banker and I have been living my whole life the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for everything, which eventually changed who I was. Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a certainty about myself when i was in my late teens and early twenties. If my younger self had met me today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get to how those dreams were crushed soon. Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to change the world. People loved me, and I loved people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second, was travelling the world and helping the poor and homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel loved. I knew my book was going to change the world I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks differently, that people never think what the do is wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to do all of Asia, then Europe, then America To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the Philippines. Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live when the job was my life? After coming home, I would eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to my wife Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time, but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years? Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl write this. But not because my wife has been cheating on me, but because I am now realising I have been dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to change the world? I remember being asked on a date by the most popular girl in the school, but declining her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the girls in high school. In university/college too. But i stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI told you about? That was all in the first few years of college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for myself. What do I even want now? My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I rationalized that financial security was the most important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money- making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet. If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions. Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like I did mine. Do not be like me srsfunny: A Sad But Common Story
America, Bad, and Be Like: Lou
 Ohio
 I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46
 year old banker and I have been living my whole life
 the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my
 passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For
 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for
 everything, which eventually changed who I was.
 Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me
 for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I
 realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I
 didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping
 the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a
 certainty about myself when i was in my late teens
 and early twenties. If my younger self had met me
 today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get
 to how those dreams were crushed soon.
 Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It
 seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to
 change the world. People loved me, and I loved
 people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk
 taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The
 first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second,
 was travelling the world and helping the poor and
 homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by
 then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my
 energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel
 loved. I knew my book was going to change the world
 I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the
 twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks
 differently, that people never think what the do is
 wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am
 still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking
 around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to
 do all of Asia, then Europe, then America
 To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the
 Philippines.
 Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest
 regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be
 stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which
 would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life
 in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live
 when the job was my life? After coming home, I would
 eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and
 sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day
 God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to
 my wife
 Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the
 last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time,
 but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She
 says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l
 was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years?
 Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a
 proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What
 happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell
 at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl
 write this. But not because my wife has been cheating
 on me, but because I am now realising I have been
 dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk
 taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to
 change the world? I remember being asked on a date
 by the most popular girl in the school, but declining
 her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the
 girls in high school. In university/college too. But i
 stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day
 Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI
 told you about? That was all in the first few years of
 college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had
 earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a
 time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for
 myself. What do I even want now?
 My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting
 calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and
 sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of
 a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in
 my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my
 promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he
 died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see
 him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter
 anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing
 everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses
 Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I
 rationalized that financial security was the most
 important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I
 regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My
 passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over
 my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-
 making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not
 travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for
 my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.
 If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead
 of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your
 dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions.
 Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time
 (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something
 with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down
 at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family
 Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like
 I did mine. Do not be like me
srsfunny:

A Sad But Common Story

srsfunny: A Sad But Common Story

Chicago, College, and Dank: Got denied from harvard s March 2015 2.8 HARVARD COLLEGK Office of Admissions and Financial Aid Molly McGaan 330 W. Webster Ave Chicago, Il 60614 Dear Ms. McGaan: Thank you for your interest in Harvard College. After careful consideration of your application, I am sorry to inform you that we are unable to offer you a place in the class of 2019. This year's application pool was the strongest in the College's history, and we are unable to offer admission to every student, regardless of their proficiency in "dank memes", or their level of "Swagg moneyyyy." Although your GPA and ACT scores were certainly up to our standards, your essays raised some eyebrows at the admissions meetings. For future reference, it is not wise to start an essay with the words, "listen here u little slanks" and end with "McGaan out "drops mic We also didn't need a copy of your mixtape, regardless of how ire" it is (one admissions counselor actually listened to it, and we are pretty sure 40 minutes of you making animal noises is not fire"). In addition, we will be returning your copy of Grownups 2 signed by Chancellor Angela Merkel, because you said it's your "greatest possession" and we don't want it. We also suggest obtaining recommendation letters from teachers or trusted mentors, not "my #4 side ho Derek" or Chief Kee, who submitted a picture of a dinosaur drawn in crayon on a rolling paper. We greatly appreciate your interest in Harvard, and we offer our best wishes of success as you pursue your educational goals
Chicago, College, and Dank: Got denied from harvard s
 March 2015
 2.8
 HARVARD COLLEGK Office of Admissions and Financial Aid
 Molly McGaan
 330 W. Webster Ave
 Chicago, Il 60614
 Dear Ms. McGaan:
 Thank you for your interest in Harvard College.
 After careful consideration of your application, I am sorry to inform you that we are
 unable to offer you a place in the class of 2019. This year's application pool was the strongest in
 the College's history, and we are unable to offer admission to every student, regardless of their
 proficiency in "dank memes", or their level of "Swagg moneyyyy." Although your GPA and
 ACT scores were certainly up to our standards, your essays raised some eyebrows at the
 admissions meetings. For future reference, it is not wise to start an essay with the words, "listen
 here u little slanks" and end with "McGaan out "drops mic We also didn't need a copy of
 your mixtape, regardless of how ire" it is (one admissions counselor actually listened to it, and
 we are pretty sure 40 minutes of you making animal noises is not fire"). In addition, we will be
 returning your copy of Grownups 2 signed by Chancellor Angela Merkel, because you said it's
 your "greatest possession" and we don't want it. We also suggest obtaining recommendation
 letters from teachers or trusted mentors, not "my #4 side ho Derek" or Chief Kee, who
 submitted a picture of a dinosaur drawn in crayon on a rolling paper.
 We greatly appreciate your interest in Harvard, and we offer our best wishes of success
 as you pursue your educational goals
Crazy, Cute, and Food: parisianqueen During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because l spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn't comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in. Those candles were placed beside whereverl slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I'd have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I'd open them and smell them a lot. I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where l am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to "get help at". It'd gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick "upper middle class lifestyle" candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have. So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat maybe it's Starbucks, maybe it's a home deco item maybe it's a video game... I don't judge them. I get it. I get that you can't go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere moralistically poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect poor people to only buy things they "need". enide-s-dear My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers for the other 10 kr because you need a reasorn to live as well. shiobookmark You need hope and nourishment in equal measure im so proud of how well i cropped this
Crazy, Cute, and Food: parisianqueen
 During the most poor and homeless period of
 my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me
 because l spent $25 on Bath and Body Works
 candles during a sale. They couldn't
 comprehend why the hell I would do that when
 I had been fighting for months to try and get us
 on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment
 to live in.
 Those candles were placed beside whereverl
 slept that night. In the morning, I would move
 them and set them wherever I'd have to hang
 out. At one point I carried one around in my
 purse one of those big honking 3-wick
 candles. I never lit them, but I'd open them and
 smell them a lot.
 I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that
 got me to where l am today. I had been working
 tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any
 reward, constantly on the phone or trying to
 deal with organizations and associations
 to "get help at". It'd gone on for almost a year
 by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the
 point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a
 bit of relief from my 3-wick "upper middle class
 lifestyle" candles. They represented my future
 goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how
 I would one day not be in this mess anymore
 When we moved into the apartment, and our
 financial status improved, I burned those
 candles every single day. When they were
 empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on
 them, and they became the starting point of my
 really cute organization system I had ALWAYS
 planned to have.
 So whenever I hear about someone very poor
 getting themselves a treat maybe it's
 Starbucks, maybe it's a home deco item
 maybe it's a video game... I don't judge them. I
 get it. I get that you can't go without anything
 for that long without it making you go crazy.
 You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and
 motivation from somewhere
 moralistically
 poor people deserve things they want, too. it
 is unfair to expect poor people to only buy
 things they "need".
 enide-s-dear
 My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have
 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers
 for the other 10 kr because you need a reasorn
 to live as well.
 shiobookmark
 You need hope and nourishment in equal
 measure
im so proud of how well i cropped this

im so proud of how well i cropped this