Okay, I'm a little muddled about the history and sequence of events, but no matter.
Something in my own discussion history keeps coming back to me: A friend once expressed her disgust at some news footage of Eastern extremists celebrating the execution, or death of a person, or persons. I can't exactly recall, but I think it was one of those many hostage beheading situations.
It was at about the time Saddam Hussein was executed which was widely celebrated in the West, so I asked if 'we' hadn't exhibited the exact same behaviour.
We may look at Asia Bibi's case and say it's ridiculous, but we perhaps fail to introspect and acknowledge our own ridiculousness.
In the same way all acts of resistance against humanity contribute to an end result, so do all acts of resistance to humanity. Unless each of us takes responsibility for evolving our our own behaviour, we will find ourselves inadvertently contributing to and supporting acts of inhumanity.
If I want change, I have to start with me. Only then may I impact upon others with acts of humanity, or resistance against inhumanity.
So, an SJW might once have been described as 'resistance'?
Some risked their lives, some lost their lives, some were part of a team, some acted alone, some made small acts of resistance, even just in their thoughts which no one could see.
So, it's a way of categorising a group of people which may be used in a positive, neutral, or negative way without having to recognise individuality, or maybe humanity.
A bit like the way the words 'Christian', or 'Muslim' are used.
What would it take to re-establish your life back to what it was before you rented from this landlord?
Medical bills up until now, plus any future medical needs? Counselling to work through the mental anguish? A roof over your head in the future? Loss in earnings, past and future? Your rent money back? Loss of possessions? Anything you now need which you didn't when in full health, like maybe transport, or higher heating bills?
Just a few suggestions to help you with your maths.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a feline of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My furball rises at it...
When my parents married in 1957, they didn't speak the same language. My dad had to give my mum a surreptitious nudge with his elbow to let her know when to say, "I do."
I've had a brief listen to the second video. Clearly, there's a lot more going on than I can't hear, given my partial hearing. I'm rather fascinated by all those dots and squiggles on the music sheets being turned into sound by the musicians, how they make sense of it, how they hear what's going on around them, how they fit in with each other and work together to make one, whole thing. It seems like genius, to me.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world can't seem to get a grasp on there being enough space and food for everyone.
Even when you're chasing after a six year old on a fairy hunt there, up and down the spiral staircases, up and down, up and down.
The mountain it's built on is full of ancient mines. My granddaughter told me her legs were broken going up that after the fairy hunt...two seconds later they mended again.
If they've been trying on all the jeans, sandals and scarves all day, it'll take them all night to take them all off again before they can fit through the exit.
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Sorry, I started writing a comment, didn't get very far and then hit the wrong button.I think I need some sleep.
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