Drunk, alone, yelling at people through my keyboard from America's penis
stegosaurus posted:lol thats so bad. there was a smudging ceremony at a protest i went to a while ago and i didnt even feel comfortable participating in it. i thought it was weird that the guy doing it (who was native) just passed it around for anyone to do, idk if thats wrong or whatever.
that's fine. there's a pretty big difference between being invited in to participate by an indigenous person trying to make their culture meaningfully visible at a public event and going along out of solidarity, and deciding to hold your own DIY settler clown ritual. do some of your friends call themselves Witches too Belphy. that seems to go with the type
last month I was helping a friend clean out the ancient run down bungalow he was renting in a neighborhood undergoing gentrification. this house had a lot of history being rented by left anarchist types, and the landlord had given everyone the "we're knocking this down to build a mcmansion" eviction notice earlier in the spring. on hearing this everyone with the fortunate combination of free time and money to pick up and move on whenever they like immediately left and rented a new place in a new run down neighborhood, declaring those who remained to be filthy gentrifiers. my friend was in a bad situation, had just moved in and wasn't prepared to immediately move out again, as opposed to the other inhabitants who had been there since their student days enjoying the cheap rent and hipstering out local poor families for years. these folks are completely immune to irony.
in the end my friend was declared anathema for renting this place for a whole two more months than the other people who had just skedaddled. and even more vitriol was thrown at the landlord and development company, who to be fair were real assholes. so we're doing final packing up and cleaning, and inside a cupboard that was supposed to be empty we find a box with "This was not here last time you looked" scribbled on it. spooooky! could have been more spooky if it wasn't a shaky scrawl of the worst penmanship I've ever seen in cheap blue ball point pen. decent concept, poor execution. so anyways inside this "curse box" were items apparently intended to hex the evil gentrifiers:
- One (1) dragonfly husk in a cage of twigs
- One (1) chunk of quartz in a jar of clear liquid, which I assume to have been "curse water" from the local independent latin grocery
- Five (5) burnt out light bulbs with strips of black ribbon tied around them
It made a pretty satisfying crash as we threw it in the dumpster.
shriekingviolet posted:in the end my friend was declared anathema for renting this place for a whole two more months than the other people who had just skedaddled.
Did your friend demand a buyout
swampman posted:Did your friend demand a buyout
Nah
tears posted:actually witchcraft is real actually
it's real the same way that martial arts are real: invented by some dweebs in the 70s who wrote in fake paint by numbers backstory about ancient hallowed traditions that never really existed. but hey if martial arts keep you fit & healthy that's fine and if witchcraft lets you huddle up with a little meaning in your life against the howling of the void then sure whatever go for it, ain't hurtin nobody ain't really my business to judge and who knows maybe synthetic belief systems have some real potential.
sometimes you just gotta learn to pick your battles and let the small things slide.
Meursault posted:he couldn't do shit
he'd smell real good while you kicked his ass. judge rules aesthetic victory
