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perona!!!!

STOP KOSA

The thing about KOSA that makes me feel the worst is that I am helpless. I am not an American. I have no power to change the votes or reps. But the internet and social media are used by everyone.

Please. If you have the power. Email your representatives, vote against this bill.

Because so many of us don't have that power

If we lose the internet as it is now. We lose some of the most important resources we have in our modern day. Widespread information, online communities, connections to others that are different than us, online safety, understanding.

Movements like Free Palestine will be censored, LGBTQ topics and protection online will be exposed, we will lose millions of posts on these subjects.

Please, please, we don't have much time.

LINKS:

badinternetbills.com

https://x.com/lykoico_/status/1759459803691102549?s=46

https://x.com/lykoico_/status/1759459803691102549?s=46

stop KOSA

EFF

Fight for the Future

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All of the bad internet bills. One website.

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Senator Admits "Kids Online Safety Act" Will Target Trans Content Online

The lead sponsor of the "Kids Online Safety Act," known as KOSA, has stated that it will be used to "protect minor children from the transge

old meme animation i forgot to post here

jumpscare warning for shirtless ace (it scared me when i rewatched it i forgot he goes bare chest mode most of the time)

back on my bullshit once more

Linktobet 2023 day 19: Zonai

wish there was more Mineru content in totk she seemed cool

I’d get my life together, but that’s too much effort

pleasure doing business with you.

haha imagine drawing other peoples ocs. anyway @zero-saber-sam

When I was little, my dad hired a Cambodian refugee called Jack to help him drywall a dining room ceiling. Jack spoke very little English; he'd recently gotten a part time job in a little Asian deli not far from our home and needed to pick up some extra work. He was very kind to six year old me and my exhausted mom; he brought us day old leftovers from the deli counter often, and liked to tuck the knuckle of his index finger into the dimple in my cheek whenever I smiled at him.

He soaked up construction skills and other information like a sponge, and by the time he left my dad's tiny construction company he'd gotten his GED, learned to drive, reunited with his sister and her family, and had begun remodeling a vacant business on the rich side of town into a Cambodian restaurant. He invited us to their grand opening on lunar new year, and I'll never forget when he gave me a red envelope with five dollars in it and told me, "tonight I am the luckiest man in the world, so this will bring you luck, too."

Years later, my dad told me that Jack had witnessed his parents' murder during the khmer rouge, and was immediately separated from his sister. He had to cross the killing fields at Choeung Ek alone, on foot, eating grass and insects to survive. He somehow made it to Cam Ranh on the coast of Vietnam, where a distant friend of his father's put him on a boat to Seattle. Jack was nine years old.

I tell this story because, even though I haven't seen Jack or any of his relatives in thirty years, I pray he's well and happy and eating like a king tonight with everyone he loves, celebrating the long overdue demise of the pestilential sonofabitch who tried to wipe them out.

Fuck Henry Kissinger's pathetic ghost, and fuck all those who praise him. Fuck Imperialism. Fuck the genocidal war machine. Drink deep for the freedom of all souls tonight, my friends. And tomorrow, keep fighting.

I'm having a great time right now 🙃

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