Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte (Spanish for Our Lady of Holy Death), often shortened to Santa Muerte, is a female deity or folk saint in Mexican and Mexican-American folk Catholicism. A personification of death, she is associated with healing, protection, and safe delivery to the afterlife by her devotees. Despite condemnation by the Catholic Church, her cult has become increasingly prominent since the 2000s.
The worship of Santa Muerte is condemned by the Catholic Church in Mexico as invalid, but it is increasingly firmly entrenched in Mexican culture.
Santa Muerte is also seen as a protector of homosexual, bisexual, and transgender communities in Mexico, since many are considered to be outcast from society. Many LGBT people ask her for protection from violence, hatred, disease, and to help them in their search for love.
No. LABOUR made it. LABOUR made my phone, my laptop, the internet, this website, my clothing, my house, all social media, and everything else. LABOUR makes things, Capitalism doesn’t because economic systems don’t ‘make’ anything, they just determine who gets paid for making things.
Capitalism stifled innovations that would make these things last longer, instead of generate profit by needing replacement
“People aren’t good. That’s not how this works. Things that you do can be good or bad. But people are just people. And you guys just keep doing good things.”
Caduceus Clay imparts his Words of Wisdom about people unto The Mighty Nein.
Updates have since come on this subject; we now know where the goats came from and I gotta tell you, it is better than you could possibly imagine. See.
These goats got loose from a goat rental service.
You may be thinking, who rents a goat? Who rents a hundred goats? What are they for?
They’re for eating.
Specifically, they’re for eating unwanted, flammable vegetation that can contribute to the spread of wildfires. Some people whose property tends to grow such vegetation, keep their own goats. But for some people it works out better to just rent some goats.
So.
These are Professional Eating Goats. They are trained to thoroughly and methodically scour an area of plantlife. And they came to the suburbs.
So I wanna talk about how good Caduceus’ philosophy about people is, how people aren’t good or bad, their actions can be good or bad but people are just people, and how that kind of outlook could be really beneficial to someone like Caleb who believes he’s a disgusting person…but it’s early and I’m tired, so instead I’m gonna appreciate all the other good stuff my stupid creepy-cute hippie son did last night:
– calls a swarm of deadly insects his ‘children’
– thinks tiny dangerous fairies with sharp teeth are adorable
– REALLY GOOD HEALING WHEN SOMEONE GETS KNOCKED DOWN, HOLY SHIT
– tries to count the ‘nine’ on his fingers
– tries to pick a lock by smacking it with his staff
– was in a dangerous life or death situation and GOT DISTRACTED BY SOME NEAT MOSS ON THE WALL
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