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Little fun fact, because of earth’s round shape the furthest you can look in the distance is about 4.5 kilometers before the horizon ends.
That means that if Hinata indeed scouted that far away, she ether has too look around the horizon making her actual view range even larger or she had to look through the damn planet.
To awaken the Serpent, Sprowl, Witch Fire, and raise the Power.
Grind the following in a mortar and pestle until you get a roughly even mix. Add a drop of raw honey to stick your plants together. Burn on a charcoal disk.
you know that line about “if a soldier forces you to carry his pack for one mile, carry it for two”?
there was a thing where roman soldiers could demand that civilians carry their gear, but only for a mile. obviously people did not like this. they had shit to be doing. they did not want to be some rando’s pack mule any more than people today would. also, it was kind of scary, because here’s this guy with a weapon saying “you’re my fetchit bitch or else.” and you had to go off with him wherever he wanted, up to one mile.
but jesus was all about the nonviolent resistance. i mean, sure, you could run, but then maybe they see you later and point you out to the cops, it’s a small world. maybe they chase you down and kick you around a bit. hell, maybe they show you their stabs. you gonna bring a sword of your own and make a duel out of it? that’s even worse than just carrying the damn pack.
so what you do is, you just keep carrying it.
at first they don’t notice the mile’s up. but then it starts feeling kind of long. they find themselves waiting for you to call time. but you don’t. you just keep going. they start checking the landmarks. are they lost? are they dreaming? are you stealing their shit? you can’t be, can you, since you’re right there. but you’re still HOLDING it. they’re wondering if they’re ever gonna get their centurion undies back. they could ask, but waitasec, you’re carrying their stuff, which is what they said to do, so that’s good, right?
but why are you still HERE?
are you trying to be friends? are you an assassin? are you a vet just helping a brother out? are you up to something? are you crazy? are you sleepwalking? are THEY sleepwalking? WHAT IS EVEN GOING ONNN NN N
at mile marker 2 you set the pack down and go “have a nice day!” and bail
and next time they think of handing their shit to some stranger, maybe they think again.
Yeh but you see it goes further than that. Roman law stated that any soldier could tell them to carry their pack for a mile, and that poor random person HAD do to it. But here’s the thing
They could only carry it for a mile, and if they carried it further (the assumption being that the soldier kept forcing the person to keep carrying it) the soldier could get in HUUUUUGE trouble.
So this soldier and some civilian (I believe it had to be someone who was not a Roman citizen?? I can’t quite remember) are walking along, and they hit the mile marker. The soldier demands his pack be returned.
“No no, allow me, I’m not tired!” Says the civilian, and keeps on walking.
The soldier keeps asking, maybe rather threatening, but the civilian just keeps kindly insisting to help, it’s not a problem, let me help you, etc. and continues walking.
It then gets to the point that the soldier has to be like “Hey, man c’mon, I could really get in trouble for this…please give it back”
What has just happened was a serious change in power dynamics. It went from the soldier being in control of the situation and treating the civilian as lesser, to the civilian being in control, and the soldier treating the civilian as an equal.
What Jesus was teaching was not to lay down and submit to authority, but how to passively command respect, to be treated as an equal.
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It’s amazing how so many Christians have no clue just how radical Jesus was and how much they wouldn’t actually like him if he was around today.
Jesus is around today! He is the Black Lives Matter movement, he’s the Women’s March, he’s the Dakota Access Pipeline protesters, he’s Planned Parenthood, he’s Pride, all of these protests and voices of the marginalized are the same message: treat marginalized people as human beings.
And yes, the people in power still fucking hate him and everything he stood for. It’s just a really sick irony that they claim to be his number one fans while shitting all over everything he fought so hard for.
there’s a reason he said “love your neighbor as yourself” – the point is that other people are the same as you. we’re all in this together.
and to paraphrase pratchett, there’s no sin that doesn’t boil down to treating people as things.
There’s a reason why my friend Marlo and I’s inside joke about “Punk Rock Jesus” is completely serious.
every culture has a little dish that just translates to “we threw everything into that fucking pot we’re poor”
Funny enough, shrimp and grits used to be that dish, and then folks who live far from the ocean decided that shrimp was a delicacy and should be expensive and now shrimp and grits isn’t that dish any more.
Same with lobsters here. They used to be poor people’s food. People would till them into the soil for fertilizer. Not anymore.
Yup. Lobster used to be considered just a half a step above cockroaches. People facing execution would request as their last meal “anything but f***ing lobster.” But it cost money to get it inland, and rich people who didn’t live on the shore decided that it must be fancy because of the cost, and now even people living in historic lobster-fishing areas can’t always afford it.
Working in retail is wild, people just tell me things about their personal life and I just stand there. I don’t know how to respond to “my kid just died” or “I’m getting a divorce” like that’s sucks… $13.48 is your total.
imo he was being super salty about that tendency guys have to blame their anatomy for their bad choices
it’s like “oh i don’t want to be a creepo but my dick has a mind of its own” “well here’s a scissors fix your life”
or maybe, you know, have some damn respect, and don’t pretend you don’t have a choice of whether to be nasty
i think people have a tendency to take jesus literally when he was actually throwing shade, or to take things in this really smarmy martyrish way when they’re actually pretty snippy
i mean “turn the other cheek” sounds like being a doormat until you picture how it would play out: someone smacks you, and you turn and go “do it again, go on, take a swing buddy, does that make you feel better, do you feel like a winner now?” cuz you know what 90% of the time they will get curled up shame toes and shuffle off
tl;dr: no jesus did not actually want you to take a spoon to your eyeballs for babe watching, he wanted you to take responsibility for how you treat people
All of the actions Jesus told his followers to perform are actually passive-aggressive actions meant to oppose and resist Jerusalem’s Roman colonizers. Like,
turning the other cheek is actually a matter of forcing the Roman to either break proper slapping etiquette or to hit you properly- thereby treating you as an equal instead of someone he’s subjugating. If a debtor is taking all your possessions in court, you include the shirt off your back so his greed is causing you to commit public nudity. And when a soldier forces you to carry his equipment (as per the law of the time), you go the extra mile with him- literally carrying his bag beyond the distance that the law stipulates and therefore making the action illegal.
Context matters.
Jesus was a radical, rebellious, snarky twentysomething. Always remember that.
A Jesus post I’m here for.
atheism aside, I just realized I am a fan of Jesus Christ. That is some quality trolling, young man.
the athiesm of women/people of color/lgbt people is absolutely different than the athiesm of cishet white men and i feel like people forget that a lot
how?
Don’t have spoons for long explanation - also this is only speaking for christianity - but religion has been a force of oppression for women, people of color, and lgbt+ people and the rejection of the religion is often coupled with the rejection of how religion treats them.
I’ll also say that abuse survivors are included in this because it is a reaction to and an attempt to reconcile how (christian) god would allow abuse to happen.
For straight white men atheism is usually rooted in intellectual and rational superiority complexes. It’s a “i am more rational and intelligent than you, how can you believe in something so obviously fake” thing as opposed to a reaction to a societal institution that upholds their oppression and abuse.
Women, PoC, Queer people, immigrants, trauma survivors, etc: How can I believe in something that teaches you to be cruel? How can I trust the books that tell me of peace and love, when you use your faith to hurt me? How can a loving god allow [insert injustice of the day]?
White Men: I, as an Intellectual, eschew silly superstitions that say I might, someday, after my death, face one (1) single consequence.
Yeah, and you can also get tired of criticizing something you love. You can get completely fed up with it and decide, “You know what? Flaws aside, I love this thing, and I don’t have to waste hours of my life admitting its flaws to strangers on the Internet in order to somehow justify my love of it.” You can get sick of watching others gleefully tear it apart, for no reason other than that it’s popular and they hate that you love it. You can get sick of watching others tearing it apart with good intentions, too.
In the end, it’s just a cartoon, or a book, or a movie. It’s not that serious, and you can enjoy it without hyper-focusing on its flaws. You don’t need to justify your love of something to someone else, least of all a person you don’t even know.
