The true originator of the rebellious twentieth-century antihero was Montgomery Clift...not Marlon Brando or James Dean…the restrained performer with the inner tension and those ancient, melancholy eyes…his presence so unobtrusively strong that it lingered even when he was off-camera. ~Marcello Mastroianni
This morning started out nice enough, rising sun, new beginnings and such, but then I decided to be that asshole who spends nearly $5 on a fancy coffee drink I don’t need and had to walk past the guys selling street sheets with my head down and now, a little bit, I hate myself. #fuck (Taken with Instagram at impulse consumerism vs my consciene)
The scandal, first exposed by Survival in 2010, involves tourists using an illegal road to enter the reserve of the Jarawa tribe. Tour companies and cab drivers ‘attract’ the Jarawa with biscuits and sweets.
The Observer has obtained a video showing a group of Jarawawomen being ordered to dance for tourists by a policeman, who had reportedly accepted a £200 bribe to take them into the reserve.
One tourist has previously described a similar trip: ‘The journey through tribal reserve was like a safari ride as we were going amidst dense tropical rainforest and looking for wild animals, Jarawa tribals to be specific’.
In recent weeks the Islands’ administration has again ruled out closing the road, known as theAndaman Trunk Roadrevealed for the first time that it plans to open an alternative route by sea to bypass most of the Jarawa reserve.
Survival has called for tourists to boycott the road, which the Supreme Court ordered closed in 2002. Working with a local organization, SEARCH, Survival has distributed leaflets to tourists arriving at the Islands’ airport warning of the dangers of using the road.
Survival’s Director Stephen Corry said today, ‘This story reeks of colonialism and the disgusting and degrading ‘human zoos’ of the past. Quite clearly, some people’s attitudes towards tribal peoples haven’t moved on a jot. The Jarawa are not circus ponies bound to dance at anyone’s bidding.’
i’m so full of unexplained anger that i feel like i could easily gnash every single person to bits without a twinge of guilt…just because i’ve got the teeth for it…just because i can.
i feel like my legs were just torn off; severed by rows upon rows of razor sharp spikes and that there’s not a goddamned thing i can do about it because i can’t really swim that well anyways, and i sure as hell can’t breath underwater.
who the fuck pulls in front of a bike in order to park?!? and by “in front of” I really mean “tries to run over”
who? oh the same dumb-ass em-effer that drives a fucking SUV in fucking isreal. that’s fucking who.
and my pathetic response?
shouting “dude!” because I’m from fucking California and that’s what comes out of my mouth when I think people are idiots.
Then I ride around to the driver’s side and flip off his fucking dumb-ass-smirking-fucking face and shout “fuck you!” in english. because at the time I couldn’t remember my few hebrew/arabic swear words.
this is fucking great! fucking watch it! and fucking share it <3
i love this. too bad it’s too fucking late because a lot of fucking idiots voted in prop h8. however, it’s not too late to change the future.
if you don’t like gay marriage, you don’t have to marry someone of the same gender. end. of. story.
fuck hate. any kind. racism. sexism. ageism. homophobia. people who don’t care about animals. people who don’t care about the environment. people who don’t care about people. people who hate people with different beliefs. people who hate. i don’t hate them (duh, that would be uber hypocritical now wouldn’t it) but i don’t have fucking time for them in my fucking life. fuck them.