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Repost from Lovecraft's Meow
Even if such an absurd thing as being made into lampshades and soap had occurred, along with death by trick showers...
Only a people with 0 dignity would harp on it and capitalize on it. Embarrassing!
Repost from Welsh Nationalist
This was taken 5 hours before the "unexpected" arrival of migrants in Portsmouth. Food. Clothes, shelter and coaches to take them to hotels. There are no "smuggling gangs". This invasion is planned and paid for by our government as per the instructions contained in the Kalergi plan.
Repost from Lovecraft's Meow
Someone isn't enjoying die-versity and enforced poverty all that much...
🏴 🏴 🇬🇧
🚨Break-up of United Kingdom imminent...🚨🔗
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#NobunagaPoasting 9/11
Six men are alive because of a ten-dollar squeegee and a Polish window washer who would not stop scraping... 🔗
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🇺🇸 🇨🇦 #NobunagaPoasting #911
A town of 9,600 people took in 6,600 stranded strangers on September 11.
When America closed its airspace, 38 airliners were forced down on the runways of Gander, Newfoundland. 🔗
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#NobunagaPoasting 🇯🇵 911
A 24-year-old ran back up into the burning South Tower three times...
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#NobunagaPoasting #911 🇯🇵
One month after September 11, workers clearing the rubble at Ground Zero found something alive.
A tree.
Eight feet of blackened stump. Roots snapped. Every branch broken but one.
They could have thrown it away with the rest. Nobody would have noticed.
They did not.
It was a Callery pear. Nobody had ever paid attention to it. It had been planted in the 1970s in the plaza between Buildings 4 and 5 of the World Trade Center, one of dozens of ornamental trees the Port Authority put in to make the concrete feel less like concrete. Office workers ate lunch under it. Tourists walked past it on their way to the observation deck.
On the morning of September 11, a hundred and ten stories fell on it. Twice.
In October, on the pile, someone saw a single living branch sticking out of the wreckage. Green. Still trying.
A decision was made on the spot. They dug it out.
The city's Parks Department took the stump to a nursery in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. The horticulturists there looked at it and were not optimistic. The trunk was charred. The root system was mostly gone. Trees in that condition do not usually come back.
They went to work anyway. They cleaned the burns. They trimmed the dead wood. They set it in good soil. They watered it. And they waited.
That first spring, in 2002, against everything the experts expected, the stump put out blossoms.
Small white flowers, on a tree that had been under the World Trade Center six months earlier.
It stayed in the Bronx for nine years. Relearning how to be a tree. Growing new branches out of the old scarred wood. Getting taller. Filling out.
In 2010, weeks before it was finally scheduled to go home, a storm tore through the nursery and ripped it out of the ground.
The people who had been nursing it for nine years came out the next morning and found it on its side, roots exposed again.
They stood it back up. They repacked the soil. It survived that too.
On December 22, 2010, it was replanted at the 9/11 Memorial in lower Manhattan, a few steps from where the South Tower had stood. Where it had been found.
The eight-foot stump is now more than thirty feet tall.
Walk up to it and look at the trunk. There is a line on it. Below the line, the bark is dark and gnarled and twisted. That is the wood from 2001. Above the line, the bark is smooth and pale and new. That is everything that grew after.
The tree does not hide the line. It does not cover it over. The scar is right there, and the whole rest of the tree grows up and out of it.
People tie tags to the railing around it. Prayers. Names. Messages to the dead.
Every spring it is the first thing on the entire plaza to bloom. It goes white before the other trees have even leafed.
In 2013, the Memorial started a program. They gathered seedlings from the Survivor Tree, and every year they sent them to a community that had just had its own worst day.
Newtown, Connecticut, after Sandy Hook. Orlando, after Pulse. Puerto Rico, after Maria. Paris. Manchester. London.
A small tree from the rubble of the World Trade Center, planted in the ground of the next place that thought it would never grow anything again.
Twenty-five years ago this month, a hundred and ten stories of steel came down on a pear tree and someone on the pile saw one green branch and said, not that one.
Not that one.
The last living thing pulled out of Ground Zero has children now, growing all over the world.
It did not survive by being untouched.
It survived by growing out of the wound. 🌸
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Repost from Lovecraft's Meow
"Repeal the 19th!" is a nigger-lovers' take
(as its advocates never even mention "Repeal the 15!") 🦍
