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The extreme difference between these photos is mind boggling

How this country treats someone who (ALLEGEDLY) killed ONE PERSON

Verses how this country treats a man who has and continues to bomb people he knows are innocent…

Update: and the one on the left possibly faces the death penalty. Here’s my thoughts.

I don’t often do political posts that’s actually written by me, but I’ve got to say something. The TikTok ban is absolutely terrifying. It’s censorship. I’ve seen people comparing the fall of American TikTok to the death of Vine; they’re not the same. The government didn’t ban Vine. It eventually shut down. We’d be distraught if TikTok did shut down, but it’s not like it’s actually shutting down. It’s a ban! The government is censoring us as citizens and it’s all about control. Twitter is hell and Facebook doesn’t fact check. The. Government. Is. Trying. To. Censor. Us.

I personally didn’t like TikTok much. I never used it but its platform made a huge impact on others. We got YouTube Shorts and Instagram Reels because of that. We got access to unbiased news on TikTok because it was the news that was left off (or the true version) of what was on the shady news channels. This ban is dystopian and I truly fear for the country I live in.

When I die, I don't want to be embalmed. I don't want to be cremated, I WANT TO ROT.

I want my body to be buried as it is and an apple or walnut tree planted over me. I want to go back to being a part of mother earth and I want my body to feed that tree so that i can continue to care for my loved ones well after my death.

I want my grand babies' grand babies to pick the fruit of that tree, knowing their mammaw is buried underneath, feeding, and caring for them the way I would my own babies. I want them to climb into the branches like they were climbing into my arms so that I can hold them and let them know they are loved even after I am dead.

When branches die and fall from my tree, I want them burned to provide my family with warmth in the winter. I want the children to roast marshmallows and cook over the fire that is fed by the wood from the tree I am buried under. I want to never not be a part of the family bon fires. My children will drink beers and tell stories around the fire as we do now, always knowing Mama's spirit is there.

I grew my babies in my body fed them with my body as infants, and when I die, I want my body to continue to provide for and nurture my family for countless generations to come.

Also I don't want the government knowing where I'm buried

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You can be whatever you want. It’s not my job, nor is it anyone else’s job, to police identities. In the grand scheme of life, labels don’t mean anything. Call yourself whatever you want.

Trying to prove a point...