#verbalabuse — Public Fediverse posts

A quotation from The Bible

A hasty quarrel sparks a fire,
   and hasty conflict sheds blood.
If you blow on a spark, it will flame up,
   and if you spit on it, it will go out;
   nonetheless, both come out
   of your mouth.
 
[ἔρις κατασπευδομένη ἐκκαίει πῦρ,
καὶ μάχη κατασπεύδουσα ἐκχέει αἷμα.
ἐὰν φυσήσῃς εἰς σπινθῆρα, ἐκκαήσεται,
καὶ ἐὰν πτύσῃς ἐπ᾽ αὐτόν, σβεσθήσεται·
καὶ ἀμφότερα ἐκ τοῦ στόματός σου ἐκπορεύεται.]

The Bible (The Old Testament) (14th - 2nd C BC) Judeo-Christian sacred scripture [Tanakh, Hebrew Bible], incl. the Apocrypha (Deuterocanonicals)
Book 22b. Sirach (Ecclesiasticus) 28:11ff (Sir 28:11–12) [tr. CEB (2011)]

More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/bible-ot/85373/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #bible #oldtestament #apocrypha #ecclesiasticus #sirach #antagonize #argument #calmdown #deescalation #dispute #escalation #fight #quarrel #selfrestraint #verbalabuse #violence #words #peacemaking

"[O]ur monitoring demonstrates that #antisemitism also frequently manifests itself through real-world incidents. It cuts across ideologies and serves as a crucial driver of #violent mobilisation across the #extremist spectrum. As such, countering antisemitism should be regarded as a central priority within broader efforts to prevent and counter violent #extremism (P/CVE).

Although incidents of #antisemitic #terrorism remain comparatively rare, this should not obscure the broader climate of insecurity affecting #Jewish communities across #Europe. Everyday manifestations of antisemitism, from #graffiti and #verbalabuse to #discrimination in public spaces, contribute to a persistent atmosphere of fear and marginalisation."

https://icct.nl/publication/antisemitism-and-violent-extremism-europe-analysis-trends-and-incidents

"Filip Turek" -- "Pohoršení" -- "Turek člověkem, který by rozhodně měl být trestán" -- "deratizace nalezlých parazitů" -- "fašistickou rétoriku" -- "neakceptovatelný" -- "dehumanizaci" -- "Filip Turek nemá ve státní správě co pohledávat, stejně jako je nepochybné, že by měl být za své chování tvrdě potrestán" -- "v další nátlak a v hrubé osočení, které už nyní nejspíš zůstane bez reflexe" -- "hlubokým pokrytectvím místní politiky" -- "Motiv parazita [...] je v jazyce [...] krajně pravicových politiků přítomen trvale" -- "jazyk, jemuž zdejší pravicový mainstream, ale i mnozí papírově středoví, ba levicoví politici už nějaký čas přinejmenším v tichosti přihlížejí."

Deník Referendum, https://denikreferendum.cz/clanek/238833-filip-turek-poroste-dokud-si-neprizname-proc-to-tak-je

Cítím opovržení vůči ▇▇▇▇▇. Cítím ▇▇▇▇▇ vůči Filipu Turkovi.

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#turek #filipturek #dehumanization #dehumanizace #denikreferendum #cesko #czechia #ceskarepublika #czechrepublic #czechregime #ceskyrezim #regime #politics #verbalabuse #fascism #state #government #hypocrisy #pokrytectvi #politika #contempt

@edgeofeurope @faab64 I feel extremely strong contempt towards you when you write "this is extremely despicable" when I believe it is not despicable at all to merely ask a question about something that is common in a population of which little Hadi is a member and has a profound relation to the incident described, namely the following parallel:

1) Murdering someone just because he has a nationality/ethnicity with which they were born with
2) Murdering someone just because he has a sexual orientation with which they were born with

In other words, murdering someone for an immutable characteristic they were born with.

Now I am going to deploy consequences: block you.

The inclusion of the following hashtags is not meant to represent a relation to the content or topic of the reply or post and may or may not be only loosely related or based on loose, indirect or multiply indirect, logical, emotional, impressional or subconscious associations or a combination thereof, or completely unrelated:

#verbalabuse #gaslighting #lying #falseaccusation #falseaccusations

@sloanlance @faab64 I feel extremely strong contempt at least 11 (eleven) times towards when you write that: 1) I am allegedly "extremely stupid" 2) I am allegedly "extremely stupid", but in fact I am not only not extremely stupid, I am not even stupid, 3) I am allegedly "extremely stupid", but it's actually you who behaves here the way you behave, 4) I am allegedly "extremely stupid misopedist", 5) I am allegedly "extremely stupid misopedist", but in fact I am not an "extremely stupid misopedist", 6) I am allegedly a "misopedist" 7) I am allegedly a "misopedist", but in fact I am not a misopedist, 8) allegedly "EVERYBODY has extremely strong contempt towards me", but in fact it's not even remotely true that everybody has extremely strong contempt me, 9) allegedly "EVERYBODY has extremely strong contempt towards me", but it's actually you who behaves the way you do. 10) Ask me if I feel something that doesn't exist. 11) You tagged @faab64 in your reply

I have deployed consequences: reported your post and will block you shortly.

The inclusion of the following hashtags is not meant to represent a relation to the content or topic of the reply and may or may not be only loosely related or based on loose, indirect or multiply indirect, logical, emotional, impressional or subconscious associations or a combination thereof, or completely unrelated:

#verbalabuse #gaslighting #falseaccusation #contempt #hypocrisy #cursing #namecalling #insulting #contemptible #rudeness #rude #insult #insults #abuse #hurling #expletives #lying #lyingintoface

A quotation from James Howell

Words cutt more than swords.

James Howell (c. 1594–1666) Welsh historian and writer
Paroimiographia [Παροιμιογραφία]: Proverbs, or, Old Sayed Sawes & Adages, “English Proverbs” (1659)
[compiler]

More about this quote: wist.info/howell-james/83382/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #jameshowell #cruelty #cutting #fightingwords #gossip #hatespeech #insult #language #rhetoric #sharpness #slander #speech #sword #verbalabuse #words #wound

@grb090423 If they can say "manned", we can say "It's womanned by several men and one woman".

#misgendering #abuse #transphobia #homophobia #verbalabuse #gaslighting #artemis #crew #gender

A quotation from James Thurber

By definition, humor is gentle. The savage, the cruel, the harsh would fall under the heading of wit and/or satire, as the lawyers say. Now, my definitions are these: The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people — that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature.

James Thurber (1894-1961) American humorist, cartoonist, writer
Interview (1959-03-24) by Edward R. Murrow, Small World, CBS-TV

More about this quote: wist.info/thurber-james/82802/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #jamesthurber #comedy #humannature #humor #humorist #mockery #satire #selfmockery #senseofhumor #verbalabuse #wit

A quotation from Ben Franklin

A soft Tongue may strike hard.

Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790) American statesman, scientist, philosopher, aphorist
Poor Richard (1744 ed.)

More about this quote: wist.info/franklin-benjamin/35…

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"Martin Pavlata píše o návštěvě USA" -- "Denně jsem se dusil!!!" -- "jsem tam málem zemřel" -- "okna tam nejsou, dusili jsme se. Žádal jsem, ať otevřou dveře, že se dusíme. Že mám astma. Hrozili obuškama, že mě zmlátí… 🤮 Pokud nebudu držet ústa. Že prý když někdo umře, tak jedině dobře.Budou mít méně práce a máme všem říct, ať do 🇺🇸 nejezdí!" -- "Téměř měsíc jsem nesměl kontaktovat rodinu! Nikdo v ČR nevěděl, co se mnou je, nebo kde jsem!" - "Měl jsem otravu plísní. Všem to bylo jedno, vysmívali se mi. Že mě to naučí a do 🇺🇸 už nepojedu." -- "2025 jsem navštívil 🇺🇸 jako turista" -- "jsem byl bez soudu pravděpodobně nelegálně držen > 2 měsíce!!!" -- "Skončil v koncentráku za to, že nechtěl vydat hesla od počítače." -- "Mimo jiné proto, že jsem jim nedal hesla od telefonu a notebooku, řvali, ať jim hned dám hesla. Řekl jsem NE. Nevidím důvod." -- "všechny mé osobní věci zůstaly na hranicích. ICE se mi vysmáli, že je nahází do kontejneru a můžu je prý žalovat." -- "Měl jsem s sebou velmi drahé věci, elektroniku, hotovost"

https://blisty.cz/art/131557-nejezdete-do-usa.html

Cítím

e x t r é m n ě s i l n é o p o v r ž e n í

vůči režimu Spojených států🇺🇸 když toto vidím.

Já mám podezření, že režim Spojených států🇺🇸 tohle dělá mimo jiného ze zištných důvodů, aby mohli dle mého názoru uloupit "velmi drahé věci, elektroniku, hotovost".

#ice #suffocation #dušení #assault #napadení #fyzickénapadení #torture #mučení #abduction #únos #neardeath #téměřzemřel #téměřsmrt #violentthreat #násilnévyhrožování #násilnévýhrůžky #pohrůžkynásilím #vyhrožování #threat #threats #pokusovraždu #murderattempt #concentrationcamp #koncentrák #koncentračnítábor #humanrights #humanrightsabuse #pošlapávánílidskýchpráv #pošlapánílidskýchpráv #porušovánílidskýchpráv #porušenílidskýchpráv #poisoning #otrava #mocking #vysmívání #privacy #soukromí #verbalabuse #verbálnízneužívání #yelling #řvaní #robbery #loupež #theft #krádež #greed #hamižnost #zištnost #contempt #opovržení

Viral video shows IAS officer allegedly slapping a man at Narmada river ghat. Incident sparks outrage, accusations of abuse of authority. Learn more. https://english.mathrubhumi.com/news/india/ias-officer-slaps-man-narmada-ghat-incident-kibjecz8?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #MadhyaPradesh #IASofficer #verbalabuse #publicurination #viralvideo

The CBSE report stated that the student had been subjected to verbal abuse https://english.mathrubhumi.com/news/india/jaipur-school-bullying-tragedy-student-suicide-jef6g0l6?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #teensuicide #cbsereport #verbalabuse

Malayalam actor Jayakrishnan and two associates, Santosh Abraham and Vimal, have been named in an FIR for allegedly verbally abusing a cab driver with communal remarks in Mangaluru... https://english.mathrubhumi.com/movies-music/news/malayalam-actor-jayakrishnan-two-associates-booked-for-verbal-abusing-cab-driver-u30eq35z?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #VerbalAbuse #Mollywood #MalayalamCinema #Jayakrishnan #Actor

A quotation from C. S. Lewis

In civilised life domestic hatred usually expresses itself by saying things which would appear quite harmless on paper (the words are not offensive) but in such a voice, or at such a moment, that they are not far short of a blow in the face.

C. S. Lewis (1898-1963) English writer, literary scholar, lay theologian [Clive Staples Lewis]
The Screwtape Letters, Letter 3 (1942)

Sourcing, notes: wist.info/lewis-cs/77784/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #cslewis #abuse #cruelty #family #hatred #home #inflection #language #timing #tone #verbalabuse

https://nkvssp.thecomicseries.com/comics/452

#SleepOnIt is different than #Slow

#Kitteh #Puppy #tuesdayMorning #webcomics #webcomicchat #comicbookhour #comics #verbalAbuse #pushy #selfKnowing #TheMoreYouKnow #takeTime #rest #decide #YouDeserveBetter #WeCanDoIt #Tuesdayvibe #vibecheck

This is disgusting!
NCAA Hoops Coach Exits With Hefty Payout—and a Trail of Scarred Players

https://www.thedailybeast.com/ncaa-hoops-coach-exits-with-hefty-payoutand-a-trail-of-scarred-players?via=newsletter&source=DDAfternoon&user_emailA=555325d14ffdb8fa6bf830e17378a623&user_emailB=4cf475704661fc5447a54eea422127c02db0903931df0ade9a710bf7c9e147fd&utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=240416-Digest%20PM&utm_term=G%20List%20Daily%20Beast%20Newsletter%20PM #Racism #VerbalAbuse

A quotation from Ginott, Haim:

«
Like a trained surgeon who is careful where he cuts, parents, too, need to become skilled in the use of words. Because words are like knives. They can inflict, if not physical, many painful emotional wounds.
»

Full quote, sourcing, notes:
https://wist.info/ginott-haim/68361/

#quote #quotes #quotation #communication #emotions #parenting #verbalabuse #words #wounds

What #Childhood #VerbalAbuse DID TO YOU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdXOtq2-rCc
#childabuse #emotionalabuse #abuse #kids #neglect #domesticviolence #parenting

#Kerala's First #Transgender #Lawyer #Accuses #Seniors Of #discrimination
What We Know

#Advocate #PadmaLakshmi who is #Kerala's first #transgender #lawyer, has filed a #complaint #citing #discrimination, #verbalabuse and #genderbased #isolation by her #seniors from senior lawyers including a #government #pleader.

#Women #Transgender #LGBTQ #LGBTQIA #India #Workplace #Hate #Bigotry #Discrimination #Transphobia

https://www.shethepeople.tv/news/kerala-first-transgender-lawyer-accuses-seniors-of-discrimination-padma-lakshmi-1695766

#Glasgow #woman #pleads #guilty after #gay #club #assault.

A Glasgow woman has pleaded guilty after #assaulting a #woman in a #gay #club and directing #homophobic #verbalabuse at a #policeofficer.

#Women #Transgender #LGBTQ #LGBTQIA #UK #Scotland #Entertainment #NightLife #Hate #Bigotry #Violence #Homophobia #Transphobia #MoralPanic #HateSpeech #StochasticTerrorism #Hatecrimes

https://www.thepinknews.com/2023/11/01/glasgow-woman-pleads-guilty-gay-club/

Covid inquiry live: Dominic Cummings apologises for sweary WhatsApps about Johnson’s cabinet ‘morons’ | The Independent
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/covid-inquiry-uk-live-downing-street-boris-johnson-b2438835.html

#CovidInquiry
#Cummings
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INRE

I saw them coming with their fists of steel and their tongues of knives to cut and cut me until I bled in tears, mocking me with their laughter. Muddy boots to splash within these precious pools of my agony. Fists to smash my face, ground my glasses until the shards cut and gouged my eyes. Blinded, I struck out, flailed wildly, at the laughter and myself until the welts and bruises showed deep purple from the beatings of them and I. Skin once soft became a hardened crust like old bread which you bit and broke your teeth on. Ripped the lips that tried to kiss and caress. Dried the soothing streams of lovers’ sweat.

The others like me were never worse; impatience at their weakness and frailty, bitter anger at their groans and lack of courage. To scream, but never allowed to raise my voice, and so the screams and shouts became hard little eggs which burst deep inside me, tiny teeth to gnaw at my guts.

Nausea to rise up and choke me until the maggots crawled out through the gaps in my teeth and fell with muffled, heavy thuds to the floor, dragging their fat little bodies across the rough wood to find a crack here and there. Writhing white lines to sear my brain like a white-hot prison grate. They had gotten fat off of me and now the nothingness of my soul.

I reached deep inside the blankness within with my mind, a probing white hand in the night. I saw the bloody pieces of flesh which still clung desperately to teeth-marked ribs, rejected remains of the onslaught. Tenderly I felt around the wet edges of the inner sore, an ulcer sucking greedily, bitterly at itself. In fear, I sensed the pull on my pale probing mentality and struggled to free myself from this ravaged place. Sweat beaded, blood chilled, but to no avail. I could not escape from the misery of myself. Vanquished, I succumbed to the vacuum within.

Stark-stare through the glassy bars of my ribs past my now transparent skin to the world outside, to see them coming again, to feel the flurry of steel and flash of knives against my side until slivers of bone littered the fleshy floor about me.

A forest rose up in memory, blackened by fire, stinking of death and charred carcasses of trees. My eyes smarted in the haze as I stumbled weeping through the waste. Childish tears ran to my father and with a grimy finger on his face, said, “Daddy, it’s so ugly and . . . dead.”

He took me in his arms and brought me to a place in the black expanse where, reaching down, he scraped with his thumb. Magically, in a puff of ash, there shone an emerald, a splash of glittering green. He then cradled my tear-streaked face in his gentle hands. “Rest, my child,” he said. “With ashes comes life.”

A fire raged about me, blistering my skin, until the blisters popped and I was wet again. Then the fire fizzled out and the blackness about me was blacker still.

I pricked my finger with a splinter of a rib and watched it bloom bright red. My blood and life before it died in the brackened air. And with it went my hopes of planting seeds in some place where that life could take root and spring up, a tender shoot to face this empty place.

A blow from a fist smashed my ribs and bruised my face until I fell deeper within, my body broken again in pain. I found myself swimming in a pile of junk, clutter from the past dumped from mundane wanderings midst paths to dark to remember. Magazines, newspapers yellow with age, broken bottles to cut my feet and hands, an old rifle, letters never sent. I felt around to find the corner of some black box slicing my back to ribbons I could not erase. A razor to cut me more, and all the time that laughter pounding in my head.

There was a lock on the box, a big gray rusty one, wet with the slime of the maggots. I battered it with my fists, screaming with frustration until my hands were useless, bloody slabs. Finally, I kicked the box into the corner where it burst with the blow, gaping at me in invitation. I rushed to find its treasure, something to replace my loss, to fill this spent shell. Dust bit my aching eyes and the emptiness of that blank space seized my soul. Nothing. Nothing more than the laughter ringing in its hollowness. Bitter the taste in my mouth, I turned back to those ribs, saw the gun leaning, and with it in my hand, stared blindly out into the outer night.

I placed the gun between a crack in my ribs and gazed through the ghostly white tentacles surrounding me at the approaching shadows with their badges of shiny bright. I squeezed the trigger, once, twice, and saw the shadows fall. Then the night blossomed with a thousand tiny flowers of flame. The bullets made a strange whop, whop sound. Puzzled, I looked up to see pinpoints of light like jagged stars in the fleshy curtain above me. Bees buzzed around my head and I waved my hands in vain fury to ward them off. Then the last of those white bars before me shattered, exploded, and my face streamed with the shards. I heard a groan, a heavy sigh, deep down, rising up from below me. It grew in intensity until this whole place shook with the sound. I lifted my hands from my streaming face to my ears and lifted my voice to the cry. The walls bled and organs burst, vessels sheared in the wail until I was floating in a red boiling sea. Around the shattered ribs my skin began to split, tearing like a holy veil, and the sea with me rushed forth to pour through the crease.

Outside was slippery wet with cold rain as I streamed from the sidewalk to the street, past the flashing lights, evil white, moving figures all around. Anger at their leering drove me to cower and seek cover within the flood from the piercing lights and probing, poking hands. Down into the gutter we fled until the blackness of the sewer grate loomed and swallowed my blood, and I, into the gloom.

August 28, 1989