O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil’s kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.
Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig’s snout, mare’s arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother!
So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won’t even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we’ll conclude, for we don’t know the date and don’t own a calendar; the moon’s in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day’s the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
– Koshovyi otaman Ivan Sirko, with the whole Zaporozhian Host.”
Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks to Sultan Mehmed IV of the Ottoman Empire
In case anyone needed a dramatic reading of the above historical letter.
so this weekend i went to 2 different autism awareness events. one was a get-together outside a suburban fire station with a bunch of autism organizations repping, two food trucks and a little ball pit. it was nice enough, and you could tell the kids were enjoying it. it was put on by autism speaks, which didn’t thrill me but i didn’t give it much thought. i definitely noticed, though, that most of the parents had on shirts like “i’m an autism parent” or my personal fave, “autism is a beautiful journey that turns mama bears into rock solid grizzlies”. it very much felt like an event FOR the parents and not for the kids.
today, i volunteered at “sensory science day” put on by a local science museum in junction with the autism group from my university. WORLD of difference. it was catered to the kiddos and many of the volunteers were autistic adults. a bunch of the stations were about learning how the autistic brain works and neurodiversity and senses. there were maps marked with the designated “cool down” areas (which had boxes with storybooks and stim toys) and little marks to indicate areas that were “smelly” (like the farm animals exhibit). upstairs they had a gallery of art done by local autistic artists. they had a video on a loop of autistic adults talking about autism.
i respect the first event for doing what it was there to do, but the other one was just a perfect example of what I think autism acceptance events should be.
Having a sibling or three really like….gave you interpersonal skills and moral exercises from an early age that people who were only children had to learn later on, because nothing makes your brain work overtime than having a ride or die relationship with someone who you would suplex through the dining room table in a second if they touched your shit, but you’d also stand up and take the blame for some shit if you knew it wasn’t their fault or stepping in and swinging if they were being bullied by someone else
do you ever think about how harold gets all the recognition but really it was his wife’s moment of realizing that they’re lesbians that changed the world
lavenduers 