diaryofanangryasianguy:

03/10/18

Lebanese family sues nursing home in America over abuse caught on camera

According to sources, Hussein Younes was admitted to Autumnwood of Livonia in May 2015 to recover from abdominal surgery. A few weeks later, the wheelchair-bound patient started complaining to his children that he was being abused.

Even though the nursing home reassured them, Hussein’s children noticed bruises and cuts on their father’s head. They set up a hidden camera in his room which recorded what their father was going through.

The tapes show two nurses screaming at him, hitting him, and violently throwing him in his wheelchair. They were even using racial slurs. In December 2015, Hussein was removed from the facility.

ksylofonimandariini:

iron-sunrise:

femsaphique:

hey so denmark is most definitely becoming a nazi nation sooner rather than later. they’ve like done some really fucked up shit, but this might be one of the more messed up things i’ve come across from there.

the government is going to have outlined “ghetto zones” in a legal definition, wherein which they are going to have double punishment for any crime.

these areas will be areas with high populations of muslim, immigrant and worker class people. meaning they are planning to give double the amount of punishment to people for living in poorer neighbourhoods with large amount of minority people.

this is a very transparent act. and they are trying to justify it by claiming it’s about maintaining the safety and peace of the country.

but what it really means is… they are not even trying to hide that the police and prison system is about targeting minorities and poor people now… and it will not surprise me if they use this to escalate the en-masse detainments they’ve had.

Well that’s horrifying

Denmark plans double punishment for ghetto crime – BBC

Danish Government: Double Punishments in ‘Ghetto’ Areas – The New York Times

crownsoflaurels1020:

cowlicklesschick:

One time one of my coworkers was talking about his daughter (who was only 5-6 at the time) and how he was already worried about boys, etc. once she got older. He wasn’t one of those dads, who would quite literally hunt down a teenage boy with a shotgun over some backseat shenanigans. He was just a concerned dad.

He asked me what my dad used to do to scare all of the boys away from me, or to at least make sure they were good to me.

My answer?

Example.

My dad never once said, “Katie, if a boy hits you, make sure to bring him back here so I can make him pay.”

Instead, my kind, gentle-soul dad expressed anger and utter contempt for men who beat their wives (and vice versa), and has never in his life raised his hand against me or my mother.

My dad never once said, “Katie, don’t go out with a boy who’s rude to the waitress.”

Instead, my father has treated every single server we’ve had throughout my entire life (except the rare ones who were rude first) with respect and courtesy.

My dad never once told my brothers to get up and offer the pregnant lady their seat on the subway.

Instead he was the first one to stand up, and smiled proudly when his young sons copied him when 2 other women boarded.

My dad didn’t raise me to only make good decisions when he’s there looking over my shoulder. He showed me what to look for in a man, not by preaching at me or declaring that he was the perfect mold. But his treatment of others (esp women) is the foundation for my standards when it comes to men.

So, parents, you want to make sure all of those Bad Apples stay away? Step one is to demonstrate what a Good Apple looks like, up close and personal.

Because if you’ve taught your daughters to respect themselves enough to have high standards, there won’t be any need for you chase any Bad Apples away. Your daughter will take care of that for you.

This is important. It’s also important to teach little girls that self help is always an option.

When I was eight I went to my parents crying because a little boy was routinely jumping me from behind when he passed me in the hallways and pulling my hair and it hurt.

My parents didn’t tell me that the boy must have a crush on me, or that I should cut my hair, or even to go tell a teacher (though that last one wouldn’t have been bad advice).

Instead, my dad knelt down and soberly said the following:

“That’s not ok. It’s never ok for someone to touch you in a manner you don’t like. If someone does that too you once, you ask them politely to stop and tell them you don’t like it when they do that. If they do it a second time, you look them in the eye and tell them loudly, “I’m feeling threatened and if you do that again I will defend myself.’ If they do it a third time, you break their nose.”

He proceeded to teach me how to break someone’s nose.

I’m sure people will debate the appropriateness of this advice, but I’ve only ever had to move past yelling “I’m feeling threatened” once. My dad wanted me to know, from an early age, that I wasn’t weak or entirely dependent on others to defend myself, he wanted to teach me that I had power too, and I should use it when necessary.

dracofidus:

When my Mum was pregnant with me she was in the pub and this random creepy elderly woman that nobody ever saw before or since told her that she was going to have a boy and when I was born everyone was like “the creepy lady was wrong” but it turned out I’m trans and THE PUB WITCH WAS RIGHT!

I WAS FORETOLD BY THE PUB WITCH

lierdumoa:

calleo:

miseducatedmelanicmuse:

That ritual is synonymous with adulthood.

It’s the same even if you like your job.

I like my job, I like the company I work for, my co-workers are generally okay to be around, the company culture is good, the pay and benefits are great, dogs are allowed at work (and there are many dogs every day), there’s nothing about my job that doesn’t keep me interested and engaged, but every morning when the alarm goes off, my first thought is, “Fuuuuuuuck, no. No, no, no, no, no.”

real