Just so you know, it came out a couple hours ago that the reason this all is happening is because it was found out that a tooooon of child porn had made its way through tumblr’s filters and was being circulated. That’s why apple pulled it, and that’s why tumblr isn’t explaining.
Same anon sent me sources for this, and boy, this is wild. Also, apparently Tumblr is currently flagging posts w/ links as spam, and it IS related to this (edit: misstated; it’s related to the attempt to get rid of porn bots), so you’ll have to remove the spaces from these links.
Enjoy wanting to scream when you read these, because if Tumblr seriously expects me to believe they had no idea whatsoever despite us yelling at them for months (years?? I don’t even know anymore)… I… just. hdhkhasdkadskds.
Gizmodo: h t t p s : / / gizmodo . com /tumblr-disappeared-from-the-app-store-because-of-child-1830553237
9to5Mac: h t t p s : / / 9to5mac . com /2018/11/19/why-tumblr-was-removed-from-app-store/
PCMag: h t t p s : / / pcmag . com /news/365036/tumblr-purges-blogs-after-getting-delisted-from-app-store
(Same rule as always every time I mention something even vaguely related to the discourse: don’t put discourse on my post. I will block you so fast. I can barely deal with mentions of this subject as it is, I am posting this only to let people know what’s going on, and I do not want to talk about it past that. Thanks.)
“The Pencilsword” is a comic strip by Toby Morris, an illustrator from New Zealand. His most recent comic, “On a Plate” hits hard at the heart of the issues of concerning wealth and privilege.
How many times have you heard the “I’ve never been handed anything on a platter” argument in regard to social security and other social benefits?
Toby wrecks this argument by showing how two children can grow up, be loved and supported, and yet still have two very different outcomes.
Make sure to follow all the way to the end for the powerful punchline. This comic is an increasingly sad reality for far too many of this nation’s children and families.
Reblogged from the source since someone deleted the text at the bottom.
It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.
That changes today.
“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“
Suddenly, silence.
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice.
He is moved.
“Aight”.
My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.
All I can hear is heavy breathing.
“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”
There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”
“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”
“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.
“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”
He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”
“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.
The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.
“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.
I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.
