Halloa! I fear this box may never provide a description that could ever truly satisify the definition of description.
In saying that, I'm 26, from Liverpool, with a passion for Liverpool FC, history, and Star Trek. Ahem.
I suppose I should note that I am so utterly staid that the colour beige has pursued legal action against me on a number of occasions. Damned legal obligations...
Oh, and this blog is quite probably PG-safe (I guess what constitutes PG is subjective, so probably) as I very rarely swear and don't post images of a fleshy nature.
Oh, oh, and I have a fascination (um, irrepressible obsession) with the two world wars, which is why they appear so prominently in my Tumblr. Macabre, perhaps, but it's principally centred on a desire to contribute, however insignificantly, to the "perpetuation" of those who suffered immeasurably in the wars.
This is a video of a parade in Paris on the Eve of Holocaust Remembrance Day. Approximately 17,000 people participated. In this video the protestors first sing anti-semitic comedian Dieudonne’s Holocaust mocking song “Shoah Nanas” which translates as Holocaust Pineapples, where he blames Jewish people for his government fines for hate speech and mocks the Holocaust as a means for Jews to profit. Afterwords they chant “Juif, la France n’est pas a toi” which means “Jew, France is not for you.”
Reblog the hell out of this. I’ve seen it before, but it never gets many notes. People are dismissing anti-semitism in France and it is killing me.
Why am I not seeing this pass my dash every day like I do so many other causes? Why doesn’t this seem to merit even a casual reblog? Can you honestly watch this and not feel something turn cold in your soul?
The “new” torch of the Statue of Liberty in New York City, which was replaced in 1916. In 1984, the renovation restored the original design. The torch, found to have been leaking water since the 1916 alterations, and was replaced with an exact replica of Fréderic Bartholdi’s unaltered torch.
This week marks 100 years since the outbreak of World War 1 - more than long enough to forget the men who fought and gave their lives walked the very same streets, halls and beaches that we walk today.