Mother’s Day began in America in 1870 when Julia Ward Howe wrote the Mother’s Day Proclamation. Written in response to the American Civil War and the Franco-Prussian War, her proclamation called on women to use theirposition as mothers to influence society in fighting for an end to all wars. She called for women to stand up against the unjust violence of war through their roles as wife and mother, to protest the futility of their sons killing other mothers’ sons.
Howe wrote:
Arise, then, women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts, Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly: “We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies, our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”
From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own. It says: “Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.” Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women without limit of nationality may be appointed …to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy! :oD
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I was just thinking this!!!
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I’ve recently re-developed my crush on Woody. He’s kinda killing it these days. He plays Haymitch in the biggest movie of all time holy balls The Hunger Games right now. I don’t think you need to know anything else about that, but he’s perfect!
Then he’s Steve Schmidt in HBO’s movie Game Change about the 2008 John McCain/Sarah Palin campaign. Also perfect. I almost forgot I was watching Woody in some parts, and by the way, that movie is dope. Julianne Moore kills it, but Woody is the star if you ask me. I liked it way more than I thought I would.
Then of course he was in that stinker from last year, Friends with Benefits, starring Justin Timberlake. I didn’t see it, but I bet if I had, he would have been my favorite part, and he plays a gay!
I’m pretty sure the expression on his face in this photo says, “I hate this fucking sweater.”
But I do remember the day after WAY better, and if I’m not sleeping, it’s usually for a reason I don’t want to remember. All good things make me extremely sleepy. Yes, I mean that thing you’re thinking of. I reblogged this just to contradict it. I’m not ashamed.
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Alternate titles for this story:
#1 - Fuck you spring time.
#2 - A chubby bitch whines.
#3 - Zyrtec: the conspiracy unraveled.
#4 - It was cold yesterday and I had to go outside and that made it way worse.
#5 - My sense of humor is drowning in snot.
#6 - Why can’t I focus on anything else?
#7 - Why does illness make me feel bad about being single?
#8 - I know things doctors know. Fuck them.
#9 - That’s pretty much it. You get the point.
#10 - What good is science?
#11 - I’m just getting by one tweet at a time.
#12 - I blame everyone else.
#13 - I have to admit this is partially my fault.
#14 - Seasonal allergies: Nature’s passive aggressive way of telling us to stop murdering her.
#15 - I’m going to fall asleep in 10 minutes, minimum.
I’m having fun because it’s springtime!!!!
Want!!!
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