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fuckyeahryangosling:

Hey Girl,

I’m pretty delicious with some maple syrup. 

carlzimmer:

Huge manta rays are being killed so quacks can sell their gill rakers. (via Manta Rays Endangered by Sudden Demand from Chinese Medicine | Extinction Countdown, Scientific American Blog Network)
carlzimmer:

Huge manta rays are being killed so quacks can sell their gill rakers. (via Manta Rays Endangered by Sudden Demand from Chinese Medicine | Extinction Countdown, Scientific American Blog Network)
urlesque:

gpoy

urlesque:

gpoy

wearethe99percent:

I am a high school student.   In the past two years my dad has worked in three different places, not to mention he spent 4 months out of work.  Now, my dad’s gone. He screwed us over.  My mom now has $30000 in debt.  She has two jobs, yet still can’t manage to hold the house now.  We’re at a point where I , the 9th grader, has to look for a job.  We need help.
We are the 99%.

wearethe99percent:

I am a high school student.   In the past two years my dad has worked in three different places, not to mention he spent 4 months out of work.  Now, my dad’s gone. He screwed us over.  My mom now has $30000 in debt.  She has two jobs, yet still can’t manage to hold the house now.  We’re at a point where I , the 9th grader, has to look for a job.  We need help.

We are the 99%.

wearethe99percent:

My mom was diagnosed with kidney disease 2 years ago.  Fortunately she’s able to get dialysis treatment 3 times a week because of my dad’s insurance.  Many other people aren’t as fortunate.  They are the 99%.  I am the 99%.

wearethe99percent:

My mom was diagnosed with kidney disease 2 years ago.  Fortunately she’s able to get dialysis treatment 3 times a week because of my dad’s insurance.  Many other people aren’t as fortunate.  They are the 99%.  I am the 99%.

wearethe99percent:

At the age of 22, the most I’ve made per hour is $9.50.  I have worked on the books since I was fifteen, and babysat before that.  My family was working class down to our roots.  My dad worked two sometimes three jobs to make ends meet…and my mom still had to go to work.  When I left on maternity leave, I was making little more than 8 dollars an hour.  After the baby, I was informed that since I didn’t qualify for FMLA, I was being let go.  I could “reinterview” for my position.  I was on unemployment for about four months, which paid less than 200 dollars a week.  How do you provide for a baby on that??  Then, when I applied for assistance, they told me we made too much money.  I wanted to ask the lady where that extra money was, cause I could sure use it right about now…Thankfully, I got a job now; but we are just barely afloat.  I see no decent cars in our future, nor do I see us able to buy a house.  I shop at discount grocery store, I buy second hand, and the dollar store are my saving grace.  I would like to feel secure from week to week.  I would like to have a savings account, and be able to put away money for my baby to go to school.  I would like to buy a house and have a reliable car that isn’t jimmy rigged together.  I am not afraid of working.  As I said, I’m a working class person…but I would like to get paid a living wage, and have a career instead of fast food.  IS THIS SO MUCH TO ASK?When I was a kid, they told us about the American Dream, and how we could be whatever we wanted.  This isn’t really what I had pictured.  I have a kid, that’s true…but bankruptcy, a small apartment, two beat cars, and a ton of bills just wasn’t what I had hoped for.  I don’t even have the picket fence.We are the 99%. occupywallst.org

wearethe99percent:

At the age of 22, the most I’ve made per hour is $9.50.  I have worked on the books since I was fifteen, and babysat before that.  My family was working class down to our roots.  My dad worked two sometimes three jobs to make ends meet…and my mom still had to go to work. 

When I left on maternity leave, I was making little more than 8 dollars an hour.  After the baby, I was informed that since I didn’t qualify for FMLA, I was being let go.  I could “reinterview” for my position.  I was on unemployment for about four months, which paid less than 200 dollars a week.  How do you provide for a baby on that??  Then, when I applied for assistance, they told me we made too much money.  I wanted to ask the lady where that extra money was, cause I could sure use it right about now…

Thankfully, I got a job now; but we are just barely afloat.  I see no decent cars in our future, nor do I see us able to buy a house.  I shop at discount grocery store, I buy second hand, and the dollar store are my saving grace. 

I would like to feel secure from week to week.  I would like to have a savings account, and be able to put away money for my baby to go to school.  I would like to buy a house and have a reliable car that isn’t jimmy rigged together.  I am not afraid of working.  As I said, I’m a working class person…but I would like to get paid a living wage, and have a career instead of fast food. 

IS THIS SO MUCH TO ASK?

When I was a kid, they told us about the American Dream, and how we could be whatever we wanted.  This isn’t really what I had pictured.  I have a kid, that’s true…but bankruptcy, a small apartment, two beat cars, and a ton of bills just wasn’t what I had hoped for. 

I don’t even have the picket fence.

We are the 99%.
occupywallst.org

wearethe99percent:

I am 24 years-old… and I am one of the very lucky ones. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with skin cancer, and because I was on the truly fortunate ones, I was able to receive medical treatment that I know millions in this country alone cannot afford to have when they’re sick and scared, in pain and in need. On January 4th of this year, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Once again, the fact that I am one of the very luckiest never escapes my mind or my heart. Fortunately, I am still covered under my parents’ health care plan for the next two years. Because of this blessing, I’ve been able to receive treatments, surgeries, and the necessary medications I need to not only survive but to live so that I can fight not only chronic illness but far more nefarious, demoralizing evils like chronic racism, intolerance, greed, corruption, and apathy. 
I am a first-generation Palestinian-American, and I will ALWAYS stand with the 99% fighting tirelessly against injustice on all fronts. I stand with my tireless comrades resisting and galvanizing to bring about REAL change! They are my heroes who instill real hope in me and will ultimately change the world. So keep fighting dear comrades!
I believe in hope…
I believe that the blood, tears, patient suffering, and steadfast struggle of the 99% all over the world will stand the test of time and achieve all that is just and moral. 
Occupy everything and don’t ever remain silent in the face of injustice anywhere it exists! 
I am the 99 percent.
occupywallst.org
“Never doubt that a doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
-          Margaret Mead

wearethe99percent:

I am 24 years-old… and I am one of the very lucky ones. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with skin cancer, and because I was on the truly fortunate ones, I was able to receive medical treatment that I know millions in this country alone cannot afford to have when they’re sick and scared, in pain and in need. On January 4th of this year, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Once again, the fact that I am one of the very luckiest never escapes my mind or my heart. Fortunately, I am still covered under my parents’ health care plan for the next two years. Because of this blessing, I’ve been able to receive treatments, surgeries, and the necessary medications I need to not only survive but to live so that I can fight not only chronic illness but far more nefarious, demoralizing evils like chronic racism, intolerance, greed, corruption, and apathy. 

I am a first-generation Palestinian-American, and I will ALWAYS stand with the 99% fighting tirelessly against injustice on all fronts. I stand with my tireless comrades resisting and galvanizing to bring about REAL change! They are my heroes who instill real hope in me and will ultimately change the world. So keep fighting dear comrades!

I believe in hope…

I believe that the blood, tears, patient suffering, and steadfast struggle of the 99% all over the world will stand the test of time and achieve all that is just and moral. 

Occupy everything and don’t ever remain silent in the face of injustice anywhere it exists! 

I am the 99 percent.

occupywallst.org

“Never doubt that a doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”

-          Margaret Mead

wearethe99percent:

At the age of 22, the most I’ve made per hour is $9.50.  I have worked on the books since I was fifteen, and babysat before that.  My family was working class down to our roots.  My dad worked two sometimes three jobs to make ends meet…and my mom still had to go to work.  When I left on maternity leave, I was making little more than 8 dollars an hour.  After the baby, I was informed that since I didn’t qualify for FMLA, I was being let go.  I could “reinterview” for my position.  I was on unemployment for about four months, which paid less than 200 dollars a week.  How do you provide for a baby on that??  Then, when I applied for assistance, they told me we made too much money.  I wanted to ask the lady where that extra money was, cause I could sure use it right about now…Thankfully, I got a job now; but we are just barely afloat.  I see no decent cars in our future, nor do I see us able to buy a house.  I shop at discount grocery store, I buy second hand, and the dollar store are my saving grace.  I would like to feel secure from week to week.  I would like to have a savings account, and be able to put away money for my baby to go to school.  I would like to buy a house and have a reliable car that isn’t jimmy rigged together.  I am not afraid of working.  As I said, I’m a working class person…but I would like to get paid a living wage, and have a career instead of fast food.  IS THIS SO MUCH TO ASK?When I was a kid, they told us about the American Dream, and how we could be whatever we wanted.  This isn’t really what I had pictured.  I have a kid, that’s true…but bankruptcy, a small apartment, two beat cars, and a ton of bills just wasn’t what I had hoped for.  I don’t even have the picket fence.We are the 99%. occupywallst.org

wearethe99percent:

At the age of 22, the most I’ve made per hour is $9.50.  I have worked on the books since I was fifteen, and babysat before that.  My family was working class down to our roots.  My dad worked two sometimes three jobs to make ends meet…and my mom still had to go to work. 

When I left on maternity leave, I was making little more than 8 dollars an hour.  After the baby, I was informed that since I didn’t qualify for FMLA, I was being let go.  I could “reinterview” for my position.  I was on unemployment for about four months, which paid less than 200 dollars a week.  How do you provide for a baby on that??  Then, when I applied for assistance, they told me we made too much money.  I wanted to ask the lady where that extra money was, cause I could sure use it right about now…

Thankfully, I got a job now; but we are just barely afloat.  I see no decent cars in our future, nor do I see us able to buy a house.  I shop at discount grocery store, I buy second hand, and the dollar store are my saving grace. 

I would like to feel secure from week to week.  I would like to have a savings account, and be able to put away money for my baby to go to school.  I would like to buy a house and have a reliable car that isn’t jimmy rigged together.  I am not afraid of working.  As I said, I’m a working class person…but I would like to get paid a living wage, and have a career instead of fast food. 

IS THIS SO MUCH TO ASK?

When I was a kid, they told us about the American Dream, and how we could be whatever we wanted.  This isn’t really what I had pictured.  I have a kid, that’s true…but bankruptcy, a small apartment, two beat cars, and a ton of bills just wasn’t what I had hoped for. 

I don’t even have the picket fence.

We are the 99%.
occupywallst.org