#ratified

[rabbitcruiser]

Massachusetts became the sixth state to ratify the United States Constitution on February 6, 1788.  

[lordgodjehovahsway]

Joshua 9: Gibeonites Deceive Joshua Into Trusting Them To Be Saved By Him

1 Now when all the kings west of the Jordan heard about these things—the kings in the hill country, in the western foothills, and along the entire coast of the Mediterranean Sea as far as Lebanon (the kings of the Hittites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites)— 

2 they came together to wage war against Joshua and Israel.

3 However, when the people of Gibeon heard what Joshua had done to Jericho and Ai, 

4 they resorted to a ruse: They went as a delegation whose donkeys were loaded with worn-out sacks and old wineskins, cracked and mended. 

5 They put worn and patched sandals on their feet and wore old clothes. All the bread of their food supply was dry and moldy. 

6 Then they went to Joshua in the camp at Gilgal and said to him and the Israelites, “We have come from a distant country; make a treaty with us.”

7 The Israelites said to the Hivites, “But perhaps you live near us, so how can we make a treaty with you?”

8 “We are your servants,” they said to Joshua.

But Joshua asked, “Who are you and where do you come from?”

9 They answered: “Your servants have come from a very distant country because of the fame of the Lord your God. For we have heard reports of him: all that he did in Egypt, 

10 and all that he did to the two kings of the Amorites east of the Jordan—Sihon king of Heshbon, and Og king of Bashan, who reigned in Ashtaroth. 

11 And our elders and all those living in our country said to us, ‘Take provisions for your journey; go and meet them and say to them, “We are your servants; make a treaty with us.”’ 

12 This bread of ours was warm when we packed it at home on the day we left to come to you. But now see how dry and moldy it is. 

13 And these wineskins that we filled were new, but see how cracked they are. And our clothes and sandals are worn out by the very long journey.”

14 The Israelites sampled their provisions but did not inquire of the Lord. 

15 Then Joshua made a treaty of peace with them to let them live, and the leaders of the assembly ratified it by oath.

16 Three days after they made the treaty with the Gibeonites, the Israelites heard that they were neighbors, living near them. 

17 So the Israelites set out and on the third day came to their cities: Gibeon, Kephirah, Beeroth and Kiriath Jearim. 

18 But the Israelites did not attack them, because the leaders of the assembly had sworn an oath to them by the Lord, the God of Israel.

The whole assembly grumbled against the leaders, 

19 but all the leaders answered, “We have given them our oath by the Lord, the God of Israel, and we cannot touch them now. 

20 This is what we will do to them: We will let them live, so that God’s wrath will not fall on us for breaking the oath we swore to them.” 

21 They continued, “Let them live, but let them be woodcutters and water carriers in the service of the whole assembly.” So the leaders’ promise to them was kept.

22 Then Joshua summoned the Gibeonites and said, “Why did you deceive us by saying, ‘We live a long way from you,’ while actually you live near us? 

23 You are now under a curse: You will never be released from service as woodcutters and water carriers for the house of my God.”

24 They answered Joshua, “Your servants were clearly told how the Lord your God had commanded his servant Moses to give you the whole land and to wipe out all its inhabitants from before you. So we feared for our lives because of you, and that is why we did this. 

25 We are now in your hands. Do to us whatever seems good and right to you.”

26 So Joshua saved them from the Israelites, and they did not kill them. 

27 That day he made the Gibeonites woodcutters and water carriers for the assembly, to provide for the needs of the altar of the Lord at the place the Lord would choose. And that is what they are to this day.

[gingerswagfreckles]

After 146 days, the Writer's Strike has ended with a resounding success. Throughout constant attempts by the studios to threaten, gaslight, and otherwise divide the WGA, union members stood strong and kept fast in their demands. The result is a historic win guaranteeing not only pay increases and residual guarantees, but some of the first serious restrictions on the use of AI in a major industry.

This win is going to have a ripple effect not only throughout Hollywood but in all industries threatened by AI and wage reduction. Studio executives tried to insist that job replacement through AI is inevitable and wage increases for staff members is not financially viable. By refusing to give in for almost five long months, the writer's showed all of the US and frankly the world that that isn't true.

Organizing works. Unions work. Collective bargaining how we bring about a better future for ourselves and the next generation, and the WGA proved that today. Congratulations, Writer's Guild of America. #WGAstrong!!!

[tumblydove]

Source: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2023-09-25/hollywood-screenwriters-reach-tentative-deal-to-end-strike#xj4y7vzkg

WE DID IT JOE

[bronva]

Emotional Lula ratified as Brazil's next president

Emotional Lula ratified as Brazil’s next president

Speaking after receiving the official “diploma” declaring him the winner of Brazil’s October 30 presidential runoff, the 77-year-old ex-metalworker was overcome with emotion as he praised “the boldness of the Brazilian people in handing this document to someone who’s been attacked so many times for not having a university diploma.”

[tornado1992]

The world does not deserve some things.

It doesn’t deserve destruction, hate or cruelty.

Sonic has known this for quite a while, being some sort of fighter for nature or a so called “protector” of it by a lot of people, he’s not so sure about that though.

Just as the world can be beautiful it can become dreadful, the world gives origin to everything in it, and that everything is part of the world itself.

The people that live in it are the part that shows the contrast the most clearly, just as some inhabitants are kind, take care of each other and enjoy the wonders it has to offer, there was a few of them that seemed to spite everything that wasn’t like them, everything they didn’t like, and everything that wasn’t theirs. Sonic knows that, he’s been fighting that enough time to be named a protector.

All things considered, to him the world still meant kindness, endless opportunities, adventure… and it meant freedom.

Then it meant something else.

Between all his fighting and running, he met and befriended a lot of the ones that called him a hero before he could even process the title, some of them energetic, some hotheaded, and some unbothered, they reminded him that even if there was despair or tragedy, the world he knew and loved was still there.

At least it was there to him.

Getting to know all the world meant getting almost as much deception and anger as happiness, every new place meant new sceneries, new ways, and new people, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if it meant taking all the damage himself, getting to know everything personally was better than blindly trusting anything he was told, he knew it was worth it; he confirmed it when he went through one of the worst parts to find the absolute best one.

The place wasn’t even bad looking, the nature growing harmoniously beside the artificial work, it gave a peaceful kind of vibe, the people seemed kind and respectful, kids playing and chasing each other while adults looked out for them from afar, even welcoming him with open arms not caring if he was a stranger, “a united and caring community”, no sight of conflict or cruelty came to view, they didn’t seemed to have any hate in them. Only kind words and even warm chilli dogs greeted him. He thought this was the kind of place he would fight for.

That thought lasted less than an hour.

It really doesn’t take much longer than 10 minutes to completely change your perspective of a so called perfect community when after thirty minutes of an apparent peaceful environment you notice the sick looking child they suddenly chase down the woods so he doesn’t “steal their food and gives them bad fortune”. Sonic gives them a full minute of doubt, doubt to himself as what he’s hearing and seeing, because that can’t be right, because it must be a mistake. What reason could there be for a kid to “give bad luck”? Why would a kid need to “steal” food? And why would he be called a “curse”?

Some villager takes a long four minutes to explain the reason for all that, falling down to “that mutant was born with two tails”.

Sonic spends the next five minutes looking for the kid, and restraining himself from committing several crimes.

He had to focus, ending a full village’s whole career can wait, what cannot wait is the fox kit that just ran away from a group of kids leaving a trail of blood behind him. Even in the thick forest tundra it’s easy to see the big droplets of blood on the tree branches, the ground, and the tiny bush that kept trembling.

That’s where he found him.

A fox kit, didn’t looked any older than two, but by what he heard he could even be four. He looked way too tiny to be around four.

Big baby blue eyes greet him, a glassy sight, sorrow, confusion and sadness behind them.

The moment the fox noticed the speedster he tried to run, but the bush was too thick around him, and his back was facing a big tree log, he was trapped, the kid flinched every time he moved towards him, whined whenever Sonic rose to stand, and even started silently tearing up while curling around his tiny bruised body when he tried to reach for him. This kid thought Sonic wanted to hurt him.

How much does a kid has to suffer for his first reaction to some one approaching him being to cry, tremble and try to protect themselves?

Sonic can’t decide what enrages him more, the matted brown fur that surely must mean a long time without proper care for it, the bruised skinny body that trembled every few seconds as if it couldn’t stand by itself, the obviously recent bleeding nose that made the fox kit whimper every time he breathed, or the so clear loud sound of an empty stomach.

This was the result of long period of abuse and neglect, and by the way the kid hugged his twin tails while crying, Sonic would even call it torture.

Sonic couldn’t help him without getting close to him, but the kit wouldn’t let him near him without flinching. Putting the kid through more distress was not an option, but leaving him alone wasn’t one either, and the kid needed help, so he stayed. Sitting beside the trembling bush, taking watch in case some of those hollow hearted villagers came back while thinking of a way of helping the kid.

This is not the kind of help Sonic is used to offer, but he cannot just leave the kit alone. Even if he didn’t know anything about taking care of younger kids, even if his first aid kit was almost empty in his plane far away from him, even if the fox cried at the very sight of him, Sonic won’t leave him alone.

He doesn’t remember feeling like this before. Frustrating, he remembers some adults calling it, a feeling of helplessness, anger, and even sadness that consumes one self through the impossibility of effective action, in his case, the impossibility of helping.

And so he found himself, frustrated, sitting on the forest ground while rubbing his eyes with his hand, who knew, frustration is stressful; he kept at that for a few long minutes, until he felt a slight touch in his back. Finding those big blue eyes when he turned his head, a tiny gloveless paw patting him gently, careful with his quills but yet touching them, trying to comfort him.

This kid could barely stand, was obviously scared, at the verge of tears, and hurting from the beating the other kids gave him; and he was trying to make Sonic feel better.

It was clear now, they didn’t seemed to have any hate in them because they put all the cruelty and hatred in a kid, an innocent, tiny, and so kind hearted kid. The same village that greeted Sonic with kind words and offered him warm food was willing to let a literal toddler starve, if he wasn’t killed by the village’s youngest inhabitants first. All over something that wasn’t even bad, it wasn’t even his fault.

That won’t do.

Looking less distressed than before but still trembling wasn’t an ideal state to approach the twin tailed kit, but again, the kid needed help, the most urgent now being probably first aid, but Sonic sadly knew that the thing that would calm down the kid more would be something to eat.

Sonic offered him a smile, an attempt to soothe him, standing as slowly as he could not to scare the kid, and running as fast as his legs allowed him to return with four chili dogs was the game plan, managing to startle the kid a little bit with his rushed return, with the most difficult part of the plan being convincing the kid that the food was for him, that he could eat, that it wouldn’t hurt him, that Sonic wouldn’t hurt him.

Words might be useful to communicate that, but they just might, this kid was obviously casted away from society, who knew since when, he might not even understand him, well, if he used words that is, for now he hopes his smile would do (that and him eating a chili dog himself so the kit would know it’s safe).

It took a while, but it seemed like the fox’s empty stomach finally convinced him to eat, his hands trembling as he grabbed the supper, eyes getting a different kind of teary as he took his first bite, his twin tails wagging as he devoured his second chili dog.

Sonic wasn’t much of a baby person, sure they were cute and all he didn’t saw the big deal, all babies were the same. But seeing this little kid, a hurt toddler, starting to smile and wet his eyes over something as simple as warm food.. while a part of him was burning with rage, another part of him couldn’t help but think that he wanted to see this kid truly smile.

He wonders how could anyone see this kid with anything but love.

So he stayed around him, always with a smile, but even bandages, chili dogs, and big smiles couldn’t help much with the kids perspective of the word, much less the perception of himself.

The only world the fox knew before Sonic was a merciless one, rejection, hate and cruelty being its main traits, with bad people who would hunt him down, hit him and hurt him because he was the bad one, just for existing in the same time and place as all of them, but not being the same as them. He believed he really was the bad one for some time.

Sonic wouldn’t allow that for any longer, so he took the best part of the world with him and never planned to return it.

His life wasn’t the ideal deal for a toddler, he couldn’t give him a traditional family structure, a roof over his head, or a warm bed, but he also didn’t trusted anyone else to take care of him, he didn’t trusted the world to take care of him. So he would take the job himself, this kid wouldn’t go a day without warm food, he would never lack shelter, and as long as Sonic was around, he would always protect him.

But Sonic still was a hero.

Sonic fought and ran, ran and fought, and when the running and fighting from him alone seemed like not enough, the kit didn’t even doubted risking his own life to help him.

After a life of suffering, as little and scared as he was, at barely four years old, he still wanted to protect the world that wronged him.

The world doesn’t deserve this kid.

But it was the world itself that gave Sonic the title of protector, guardian, and hero; he knows there are things worth fighting for, far more than the things that wouldn’t deserve any kind of protection.

He won’t deny the title, ever.

Because even if some day everything around him comes down, everyone gets mad and bad, and his own hope is questioned, he’ll still have a reason to fight.

After all, this kid is his world.

[girlbossblackbeard]

now that the sag-aftra strike is apparently officially over im physically vibrating out of my skull thinking about all the bts content samba and vico are going to unleash upon us plus all the commentary from the entire cast and crew that they've been waiting to share since the season dropped like im genuinely shaking im so unprepared

[islandoforder]

like yes i’m glad that henry hopclap is on board and being supportive but there’s still a part of me that’s like surprised the kid of tinkerers can help huh henry?? the bureaucracy of the school isn’t helping and it’s a bummer how are you personally trying to fix that as an administrator of the school, Henry?????

[arborix]

what did you say the definition of ratify was again

[bpmbea]

i just realised Odysseus did the Siren equivalent of Shark finning

can someone kill him please?

[starstuffandalotofcoffee]

Proposed new voting sticker for Maryland from me

(yes I am aware you can't just steal branding for voting stickers; this is a joke)

[rabbitcruiser]

Congress ratified the Treaty of Paris with Great Britain on January 14, 1784.

Ratification Day

Ratification Day is the day when the Treaty of Paris, which ended the American Revolutionary War, was ratified by the Confederation Congress, officially acknowledging the independence of the United States and ending the country’s status as a British colony. It marked the beginning of the United States as a sovereign nation and the end of a war that had been fought for over eight years.

History of Ratification Day

The Treaty of Paris was a treaty signed on September 3, 1783, by Benjamin Franklin, John Jay, and John Adams on behalf of the United States, and by David Hartley on behalf of Great Britain.

Before the treaty was ratified, the United States was still considered a British colony, and the war between the two countries was still ongoing. The treaty brought an end to this conflict and officially recognized the independence of the United States. It also established the boundaries of the new nation, which included all the land east of the Mississippi River and north of the southern border of Florida.

Ratification Day is an important day in American history celebrated by many Americans as a symbol of their country’s independence and freedom.

Ratification Day Timeline

April 19, 1775 The Battle of Lexington and Concord

British troops and American colonists clash in Lexington and Concord, marking the beginning of the American Revolutionary War.

July 4, 1776 Declaration of Independence

The Continental Congress adopts the Declaration of Independence, declaring the colonies’ independence from Great Britain.

October 19, 1781 The war comes to an end

The American Revolutionary War comes to a close with the British surrender at the Battle of Yorktown.

September 3, 1783 Treaty of Paris is signed

Benjamin Franklin, John Jay, and John Adams sign the Treaty of Paris on behalf of the United States, while David Hartley signs on behalf of Great Britain.

January 14, 1784 Treaty of Paris is ratified

The Continental Congress officially ratifies the Treaty of Paris, ending the American Revolutionary War and recognizing the independence of the United States.

How to Celebrate Ratification Day

There are a few different ways that someone can celebrate this important day in American history.

Attend a Local Event or Parade

Many cities and towns hold events or parades on Ratification Day to celebrate the country’s independence. This could be a great opportunity to learn more about the history of the day and get involved in the community.

Fly the American Flag

One simple way to show your patriotism on Ratification Day is to fly the American flag outside your home or business. This is a great way to show your support for the country and its history.

Find Out More About Ratification Day

Ratification Day marks a significant moment in American history, and there are many resources available for learning more about the event. You could read a book or watch a documentary about the American Revolutionary War and the signing of the Treaty of Paris.

Host a Patriotic Party

If you want to celebrate Ratification Day with friends and family, consider hosting a patriotic party. This could include decorations in red, white, and blue, as well as American-themed food and activities. You could also play patriotic music or watch a movie about American history.

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[felixravinstills]

It's Reaping Day! May the odds be ever in your favor.

Do you think it’s significant that the Reaping is on USA's Independence Day? Why do you think Suzanne Collins choose this date?

Do you think Reaping of 74th Hunger Games is rigged? Yes/No? Why?

If the Reaping could be rigged. Who do you think participate in this process?

Thank you.

May the odds be ever in your favor, anon!

I think it's significant in that Suzanne Collins wanted to underline the Capitol and the Hunger Games as a critique of the US. In universe, I'm unsure what their justification would be in-universe. I do imagine that US culture still has an influence on Panem since its citizens are likely descendants of survivors of some apocalyptic event. Perhaps, the significance of July 4 was passed down to the Capitol. Or maybe, the First Rebellion ended at a time where it was perfect to have a Reaping on July 4? Maybe it was coincidentally when the Treaty of Treason was signed (but would that mean there was no Hunger Games that year or a later Reaping. I think there was one that year but I would have to do math.) Maybe, the Treaty of Treason was signed June 28th and the Reapings could happen on July 4th.

Do I think the 74th Hunger Games is rigged? No. I think that Prim getting reaped was just bad luck, and I don't really see a reason why anyone would rig it that way! I think I've seen someone purpose that it was rigged because Katniss was sneaking into the woods, but that's like a tacit part of life in Twelve. They need extra sustenance to be functional and as long as they aren't thriving, I imagine that the Capitol/Peacekeepers could let it go (as long as she isn't blatantly flaunting her lawbreaking). Also if the Capitol wanted to punish her for that, they could just shoot her.

While Snow does fixate on things, I think he's actively trying to to think to much about that time period in TBoSaS. I imagine he only starts paying special attention to Twelve when Katniss and Peeta come to the Capitol and make a fuss in the Games.

There's a chance that rebels could have rigged the Reaping to get their symbol, but like... there's no reason for the rebels to choose Katniss (or Prim who is the one actually reaped). <- I'm just writing this to lay out all the options.

I think Reapings being rigged was more likely during the earlier Games (see this happening to Lucy Gray), but once the Games become more popular, the Capitol probably put in measures to help stop that. (Capitol Escorts drawing names for later Games probably helps because they have no reason to lie about who they drew since they in theory don't really know any one in the Districts).

...

thanks for the ask, anon!

[chrisengel]

"All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume." Noam Chomsky

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Beats tumblr users over the head with this image

[ratdimension]

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