FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT TREES LITERALLY ATTACK ISENGARD BECAUSE TOLKIEN WAS SO FUCKING PISSED OFF THAT SHAKESPEARE PROMISED MOVING TREES AND ALL HE GOT WAS DUDES HOLDING BRANCHES
And friendly reminder that Eowyn was a ‘no man’, who killed the Witch-king, because Tolkien thought that Shakespeare missed another opportunity with entire ‘no man of woman born’ prophecy.
Don’t believe me? Go to an old cemetary (preferably one dating back to at least 1800s) and start reading. See those stones that say “Baby [Last Name]”? Those are children that didn’t survive long enough to be named and/or baptized. Now count them. Every family will have at least one or two. Many families will have 3+. Now check out the other stones and start using some basic math skills. Spoiler alert: you are going to find quite a few that didn’t make it to their teens.
And even those that did…
I mean, my history professor in college was from the time before vaccines. He had polio as a kid. It didn’t kill him, but it forever paralyzed his one leg.
Oh definitely! My grandfather was a “lucky one” with a twisted spine and hips thanks to polio. Fun fact: he camped on the sidewalk to make sure his three kids got the polio vaccine ASAP when it came out.
Your dismissal of antisemitism because “Jews are white” first and foremost
1) erases Sephardim, Mizrahim and Ashkenazim of color.
But also
2) shows your inability to consider complex narratives in an ethnoreligion older than the concept of race
And finally
3) really just shows your internalized antisemitism
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Also, people in the comments complaining that it calls non-Jews goyim… that’s… just a word for non-Jews? All it means is “people who are not Jews.” That is really not complicated. Just… stop.
I love it when Icelandic sagas attribute every microscopic inconvenience that befalls a hero on his journeys to “witchcraft”. It makes me picture a really bored witch just micromanaging the hell out of this one particular guy’s daily travails.
My favorite bit of Icelandic saga is when one dude’s house is invaded by not one, but two bands of zombies (because he pissed off a witch, obviously), which did such terrible zombie things as taking the best spots by the fire and throwing clods of dirt at each other.
The homeowner, being a fine upstanding Icelandic farmer/warrior type, did what you’d expect a Viking warrior to do when faced with invading zombies.
He sued them. In court. With lawyers. As one does.
The Paradox Machine 