August 15th, 11:49am 2 notes

First, when the pirates demanded a ransom of twenty talents, Caesar burst out laughing. They did not know, he said, who it was that they had captured, and he volunteered to pay fifty. Then, when he had sent his followers to the various cities in order to raise the money and was left with one friend and two servants among these Cilicians, about the most bloodthirsty people in the world, he treated them so highhandedly that, whenever he wanted to sleep, he would send to them and tell them to stop talking.
For thirty-eight days, with the greatest unconcern, he joined in all their games and exercises, just as if he was their leader instead of their prisoner. He also wrote poems and speeches which he read aloud to them, and if they failed to admire his work, he would call them to their faces illiterate savages, and would often laughingly threaten to have them all hanged. They were much taken with this and attributed his freedom of speech to a kind of simplicity in his character or boyish playfulness.

August 15th, 9:34am 1 note

Shy away from dangerous, heavily policed areas.
Avoid swaggering or any other confident behavior that suggests you are not completely subjugated.
Be sure not to pick up any object that could be perceived by a police officer as a firearm, such as a cell phone, a food item, or nothing.

August 14th, 5:59pm

The ongoing situation in Ferguson, Missouri is difficult to watch unfold, but the truth is, it is just one of countless undisguised reminders we’re bombarded with daily that to be an African-American in the United States is often to live a hostile existence. We see unarmed black teens being slain like they’re not even human, many times by the very police officers entrusted to protect them, and we’re at a loss as to why this is still happening. The question we must ask ourselves as a nation is: How many more of such deaths of black teenagers do we have to see before racism just sort of goes away on its own?

August 14th, 5:16pm

On the night of January 24, 2006, Baucum called Culosi and arranged a time to drop by to collect his winnings. When Culosi, barefoot and clad in a T-shirt and jeans, stepped out of his house to meet the man he thought was a friend, the SWAT team began to move in. Seconds later, Det. Deval Bullock, who had been on duty since 4:00 AM and hadn’t slept in seventeen hours, fired a bullet that pierced Culosi’s heart. Sal Culosi’s last words were to Baucum, the cop he thought was a friend: “Dude, what are you doing?” In March 2006, just two months after its ridiculous gambling investigation resulted in the death of an unarmed man, the Fairfax County Police Department issued a press release warning residents not to participate in office betting pools tied to the NCAA men’s basketball tournament. The title: “Illegal Gambling Not Worth the Risk.” Given the proximity to Culosi’s death, residents could be forgiven for thinking the police department believed wagering on sports was a crime punishable by execution. In January 2011, the Culosi family accepted a $2 million settlement offer from Fairfax County. That same year, Virginia’s government spent $20 million promoting the state lottery.

August 14th, 4:06pm

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August 13th, 8:28pm 1 note

Sascha had a comfortable childhood, and last year he decided to give back, starting by giving back to himself. In his apartment alone, he saw the lack of a SodaStream in his kitchen, a last-generation Droid, and a flatscreen TV in dire need of a PS4. Instead of just hoping these things would happen, Sascha took charge and raised over a thousand dollars from his parents to buy these things for himself. “You always hear that one person can’t make a difference,” said Sascha, “but I’ve seen marked improvements in my own life, after only a little while.”

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