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dangeroustimemachinehologram · 4 years ago

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Scary year she had-my story

In the middle of December, Amy moved to Lower Gornal is a village in Staffordshire close to Dudley. She decided to do it a couple of months ago. It was only a few weeks before Christmas. She really loves cold weather. It's the reason why she like autumn around October/November and winter up till March time. She decided to do it because she wanted to change in life. For her and to be happy. She left her family over 100 miles away in Norwich. For now anyway. Her parents died in an accident a few years back. She manages to get a job as a bartender in a pub in Gornal village called The Woodman. It wasn't her dreamed job but it was only 15 minutes walk from where she lives and the paid good money. Mostly around Christmas and New Year time. Amy had a younger sister named Beth. Beth had 2 kids: Josh and Zoe. Of course, she had some uncles and auties, etc but they live in Ireland. Beth also was a single mother. The father of the kids left them like a couple of years ago. He moved to Germany. He decided that a normal family isn't something for him. That why Amy wanted to settle down and furniture her 3 bedroom house. It might sound like small for 4 people but 2 bedrooms are a good size and one its large than it wouldn't a problem for the divide for 2 parts. Amy loved her niece and nephew like her own. She didn't have her own. It's not like she didn't want to have kids. She just waits for the right time and right men. That is another reason why she moved. For a better life for her and her sister. Beth and kids spouse moved with Amy around August after kids finish the school year. Kids would go to Straits school and Beth would work up the road from their school in Bageridge social club. At least Amy would have a few months to sort everything out. Amy and Beth weren't most religious people. They didn't been going to church. Unless they had to or they feel like it. In the area, you have few. But 1 very inspire Amy while her sister been still living in Norwich. St James' Church had big cementary. Because Amy's hobby was taking the picture and she also like take creepy pictures and this church with an old-style creepy greybeard was perfect for her. ...... It's finally Christmas. Beth and kids spend a few days with Amy around. They all liked the area. And had so much fun. Mostly after Amy been so busy at her new job, sorting a new place to leave, etc. I had some rest and fun and some lovely food. Yes, it might go fast because just after Christmas Beth had to come back to Norwich and Amy had come back work... Still..... Family time and have some rest before busy a few months before her family will be moving in with her. ..... Just a day after they went Amy decided that after work she'll go around cemetery take finnaly pictures she planned over a week ago. She finishes at half past 10 at night. It's a perfect time to take some creepy pictures at night. She had a day off the next day because she was doing double shifts over new year's eve and a new year. ...... And now when finnaly she's taking a picture after having permission from a local vicar from St James' Church. She really had a chance to finish her portfolio. She always wanted to send her pictures for a contest. Of course, the subjects of her work would be scary parts of the UK. But meanwhile she was getting ready to leave, after all, a number of ghostly voices had been heard in the churchyard. To start with she thought she's tired and that she hallucinates or partly dreaming. But it was getting more intense. The late time made her decide to go home. The next day she went to a vicarage and talk to a Vicar about that. Vicar Andrew told Amy that in 1881 finally resulting in the local vicar being assaulted by an unknown force. An exorcism finally disposed of the entities. …. So far she decides to move on. End of the day she didn't want this put her of the area she lives and pictures she took. And still added pictures to her portfolio. … 2 months later around Valentine's day place where she works The Woodman was making everything ready for a day. Some people were booking tables for a romantic meal. Also was prepare for people coming for quick drink and food. Also, they needed space for the usual guests. But they didn't expect that the place would start becoming subject poltergeist activity over the last couple of days. In the upstairs kitchen, all the plates were smashed except one which was left in the middle of the floor. A large key went missing only to reappear the following day in the middle of a bed which had only just been made. Perhaps the most surprising activity there, certainly for the staff and customers who witness it (on a Valentines evening), is full pint glasses being lifted off the bar tables and placed on the floor without a drop being spilled. On one occasion a heavy metal spirit measure was thrown in the main bar by some unseen hand. Fortunately, it dropped just short of the intended target, a customer ordering a pint. It surely caused some problems for a bar. they lost some customers. And some refuse to pay. ...... After a story about what happened on Valentine's day, The Woodman become a popular place for fans of paranormal activity and start have more completely new customers. This started Amy having a conversation with a couple of paranormal investigators about what happened to her by a greyviard around new year time. She shows them pictures from the time. I spoke to them about her passion to take pictures, mostly around cemeteries. Which they ask her if like her taking pictures wouldn't wanna join them with their investigating paranormal stories around Sedgley (which wasn't too far where she lives) and the Gornal area. They needed someone with a camera who like some kinda paranormal hobby. Of course, they offer her some small payments each time she goes with them. And yes she did agree to do it for them but only in days off from work. ....... A few days later they came to her for a chat. It was the first time after a while since she had 2 days off work. Sebastian and Sheldon (because that's what their names were) had something interesting to show and tell to Amy. After the thing, she told them about the church and a greyviard it makes them interesting enough to make a little research. They did find that this leads to The Doppelganger and Ghosts of Lower Gornal stories from the same time scale as the story she knew from a vicar. The following news story (they find a copy in one of the books in Dudley Library) appeared in 1881 and relates to what Beach has tentatively termed ghost riots. That ghosts are seen is, of course, absolutely par for the course, particularly back in the nineteenth century when fairy sightings were occasionally reported in local newspapers. But what is special about community ghost hysteria is that a wider group, sometimes the entire community, are caught up in the excitement. Beach has a handlist of a dozen of these events and the hysteria ranges from unofficial curfews to miners patrolling the streets in an attempt to lynch the ghost in question. Which this actually match slightly to what she saw and knew from the Vicar. And it seems to interest. This is an intermediate case in a newspaper the copied in a library from the time said: "Great alarm has been occasioned in Lower Gornal district in consequence of its being alleged that the ghost of the convict Martland, who attempted to murder the Rev. J. Rooker the vicar of the parish, has been seen in the churchyard. Scores of people assert that ghosts are seen in the churchyard every night, the result is that hundreds of persons are afraid to be near the church at night. The choir and other persons are so terrified that they refuse to go to the church unless protected by the police. For several nights the vicarage has been guarded by people who are afraid that the vicar will be murdered. The people are very superstitious. This morning a woman asked the vicar to cut a turf four inches square from a grave in which lay a man who could not be at ease because of a guilty conscience, and stated that the putting of the turf on the communion table would cause all the ghosts to disappear. (1881)" Sebastian tries to show that there are a couple of interesting points here. To start with, why is there a confusion between the ghost of the convict Martland and ‘the ghosts' more generally? It sounds as if ‘the ghosts' are a recent, not a longstanding problem. Have they somehow been called into existence by the treacherous Martland and are they his allies? And another thing, who the hell is this Martland? Well, in 1879 Rooker who was a vicar since 1848, had had a run-in with the head of his choir one Charles Hartland (but don't forget that newspaper editors in the 19th century had almost as little fact-checking skills as bloggers in the 21st). Hartland shot Rookerbut he miraculously survived the shooting even though 2 bullets lodged in his head and on the end Hartland was sent to prison for 12 years of hard labor: the general feeling in the locality was that Hartland had not been himself and many signed a petition for leniency including Rooker, a much-loved village personality. A completely different source, incidentally, reveals that one of his parishioners accidentally attacked the vicar believing him to be a ghost for some reason. Rooker seems to have been one of life's fall guys. One very weird thing in all this is that as of the census 1881 Hartland was still alive and in December there is a record of an attempt to have Hartland's sentence reduced again. In other words, this wasn't Hartland's ghost but a doppelganger! Which this story completely confused Amy. And she wasn't only one. It seems like "ghosts" and doppelgangers might sounds they the same thing? Or what really it can be. .............. It's been almost a month since Amy was helping Sebastian and Sheldon with paranormal investigating between her working time. While then they been around Sedgley. And, fittingly for a village steeped in history, there is no shortage of spine-chilling stories and eye-witness accounts of scary and ghostly apparitions…. The picture Amy manages to take shows or seems to show a spectral figure emerging from the darkness on Turls Hill bridleway – a route which local historians believe dates back to before 1600 and has been the scene of several ghastly incidents. They manage to find that local photographer Mike, who also manage take the same/similar image on his Flickr page under his username, Derarfni, says: "It all started about 10 years ago, after hearing local stories and reading an article about the ‘Turls Hill Ghost'. "We went down for a laugh, just with simple a ‘point and shoot' digital camera and came back and noticed peculiar occurrences in the photos. This became a bit of an obsession and we ended up spending many nights, taking photos – which amounted to many thousands, mostly pictures of nothing, but occasionally, say 1 in a 1,000, we had something unexplainable." It's the reason why Amy, Sebastian, and Sheldon decided to talk to Mike and his friends. Because it Looks like they manage good very good observations. It didn't surprise Sebastian and Sheldon that Mike and his friends captured something unexplainable on camera. Turls Hill bridleway is known to be haunted by a veiled lady and her two suicidal sons, who shot themselves in the adjoining quarry on separate occasions. Also, a steelworks owner, who once lived in Turls Hill House, at the top of the lane which was also known as The Belgians (which now is demolished), apparently went bankrupt, building a wall around his estate and eventually shooting himself in the quarry. .............. After this part, they have also been in another part of Sedgley which it didn't been taken any less scary or interesting. After the thing that happens in Woodman, they decided to check some pubs and hotels around Sedgley if they had anything similar or another style of paranormal activity. And it seems like pubs are notorious sites for hauntings, so it comes as no surprise to discover that not all the spirits at Sedgley's Beacon Hotel, home of the Sarah H. brewery, come in bottles. The following passage, taken with kind permission from Beer and Spirits: A guide to Haunted Pubs in the Black Country and Surrounding Area, by David Taylor and Andrew Homer, explains more about this allegedly haunted Victorian hostelry…. Sedgley's Beacon Hotel has been the site of numerous weird and scary happenings Anthony, a former manager of the Beacon Hotel, tells Amy and guys this following story: "In the summer of 1994 when I was managing the Beacon I often used to stay overnight for security. I usually slept in the sitting room. In that room is a painting of Sarah Hughes in which the eyes seem to follow you around the room. I suppose you never sleep properly when you are on protection duty, and one night something awoke me. "My alarm clock showed 3 am. Opening my eyes, I took a quick glance around the room. In the corner by the door to the passage stood a figure. After a couple of seconds, I realized they had not broken into the pub or the alarms would be shrieking. "I don't know how long I looked at the figure. It was a man in his 50s wearing Wellington boots, dark trousers and a grey or white shirt with an old-fashioned Grandad-style collar and a waistcoat. I have always thought that ghosts were transparent, but he looked quite solid. Suddenly grasping what I was seeing, my heart raced and I shut my eyes tight. When I looked again a few seconds later the figure had vanished. I told my father about the night visitor and described what he was wearing. He said it sounded like the father of the present owner who always liked to go about in old-fashioned clothes." Pete, another former manager of the Beacon, claims he has seen Sarah herself. He says: "She was walking across the smoke room and through a wall where there is now a conservatory. Fifty years ago there was a door at this point. "If you stand in the corridor near the main server and listen carefully, you might hear bumps and bangs from upstairs and the noise of someone standing on a loose floorboard, though those rooms are used only for storage. Many regular customers claim to have heard the noises." Pete's story is backed up by the fact that one of the book's authors, heard similar noises when researching. "At first I took no notice of the sounds, though they were quite loud. It sounded as though someone was moving heavy barrels about upstairs. "Later the same evening, a casual remark to Aidan, the barman, revealed the story and confirmed there had definitely been no living person upstairs at the time." ............... After 2 months of investigating Sedgley was June time. And it was getting close for Beth and kids time to move in and Amy notice that she is so busy with a job and investigating for Sebastian and Sheldon that she hadn't much time to do in a house. She was slightly get stressed out. But Sebastian's cousin was a guy who done decorating and was good with other home and handy stuff that 4 of them can sort Amy house and still have time for their jobs and investigating. 8 weeks at the end of the day is a long time. And after what they already found in an area it wasn't much to do for them that Amy could move on with her life and job and Sebastian and Sheldon could move on with taking a break (again) from investigating and their new book and DVD. ....... Their last thing they decided to check is ghost stories as well a feature prominently in Gornal's history, including shocking incident for a caretaker's assistant at Ellowes Hall School – which now is a sports college. What they could find from the local community website, Yampy, explains further: "About 12 years ago, Clive Brookes, the school caretaker, left his assistant Phil to lock up the school on the 6pm-10pm shift. Clive is pretty certain that it was a Thursday and there was nothing on at school that evening. Phil had already worked at the school for around six months and so was used to the procedure. "Before going home, (the caretaker's house is on-site), Clive had taken a floor ‘buffer' to Phil and asked him to take it down a flight of stairs to the cupboard where it was kept. As Phil started to wheel the buffer down the stairs, something attracted his attention down the corridor, so he lifted the buffer back to the top of the stairs. "He went to check everything out and walked through some glass double-doors, down to the end of the corridor. The staffroom door was locked. He went back to the floor buffer. "As he started down the stairs again, he ended up dropping the buffer down the stairs as a "bloke in overalls walked straight through the double doors and straight through the staff room door." "Phil rushed to the caretaker's bungalow, and Clive says that, although he was a big fellow, he was extremely scared. It was a long time before he locked up alone again! " Also, they find out that over at Upper Gornal Conservative Club, there have been several reports of a monk in a gown, which has apparently been seen by several people in the bar and cellar. .............. After almost 3 months of work with Sebastian and Sheldon, they got what they needed. It was a very busy time for all of them. Amy apart doing her 2 jobs (pub+work for guys) she manages to make the house ready for Beth and kids moving in. Of course, she wouldn't have a chance doing that without help she got from her new friends and Sebastian cousin. She really missed her sister and niece and nephew so much. Because kids were off school and in the middle of August starts her new job Amy decided that since now she has only a pub to worry about she'll have more time for a family. But when Beth started work 2 weeks before kids would go to school Amy took 2 weeks of work to help her sister. Also, she enjoyed that after what happens in a pub-like in grayviard never happens to her again and she could move on with her life and make her dream come true. Though Sebastian and Shelson really helped her. And when Beth would start her job at the Baggridge Social Club. Yes, of course, her job was cleaner/cater and apart bank holidays, etc. she worked only in a day while kids are at school. It means because Beth does mornings and Amy afternoons/evenings that Amy would be the one taking kids to school and Beth takes them fro school. That why Beth was happy both of them were working not far from home and that Beth works not far from kids school. ..........................

Its December, a year after Amy moved into the area. few months since Beth did. Its gonna be her first proper Christmas in a new place. A few days before that Beth was walking to work through Straits Road, the junction of Cotwall End Road. It was 07.30 in the morning. was surprised to see a 17 or 18-year-old man wearing an orange t-shirt and jeans out with so few clothes on one early cold, frosty morning. Her skin was incredibly pale. The figure walked past Beth, looking right at her but did not speak. Beth was amazed that anyone could have such pale skin and turned to take a second look, only to find that he had disappeared. But then she went to work and by the time she forgot all about it up till Christmas day..... She told all about to Amy who looked scared. After that, she said what happens to her while they still been living in Norwich. Amy couldn't understand why it happens to them now. While they all lived in Norwich yes.. They weren't happy. And people weren't as friendly but they never had problems with ghosts. But Amy gets to a point that may be becoming a paranormal investigator with Beth is her future..........

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justincaseitmatters · 5 years ago

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Contagious Vacations: Sarah Vowell on Hawaii’s History

Rewind from KCActive.com by Dan Lybarger

In her books, audio essays (for public radio’s This American Life ) and speeches, Sarah Vowell may be the only person on earth who can describe her vacations or recall historical events without making listeners sleepy.

That’s probably because not many vacationers frame their tales as entertainingly as she can. Vowell uses her journeys to explain how our country has developed, and she resurrects the fears, excitement and intrigue that our ancestors faced.

In her latest book, Unfamiliar Fishes, she explains how the past and present meet in Hawaii. When she comes to Unity Temple on The Plaza, 707 W 47th Street, Kansas City, Missouri at 7 p.m. on Sun., April 3 (tickets are available at Rainy Day Books), don’t be surprised if she makes you want to visit the same places she’s been or dig through the same musty documents she’s read.

Contacted by phone in San Francisco before her Kansas City appearance, Vowell explains, “Doing a reading is different from writing a book. You have to be cognizant that people are sitting there wanting to go home. That’s what most audiences are, people who want to go home. They have laundry to do, dinner reservations, whatever.

“Because I’m an audience member, I want to go home myself. There are certain sections of the book that are better out loud, things that are perhaps a little funnier that merely informational.”

A Nephew’s Help

It probably doesn’t hurt that she often joins her fraternal twin sister Amy and her outspoken young nephew Owen on her trips. The lad often says things during the journeys that wind up in his aunt’s books and essays.

She recalls, “It wasn’t really an intentional thing. I don’t know how to drive, so his mother has always been kind enough to come with me on some of my reporting trips to drive me around to places that have less than adequate public transportation. When Owen was born, you know how kids need their mothers, so he would just come along.

“When he first started talking, he would say a lot of quotable things. Some of it was the joy of childhood malapropisms. I needed his mom to drive me to Ohio when I was writing about assassinated presidents (in Assassination Vacation) and going to the cemetery where President Garfield is buried. After he got home from that trip, he told his mother he wanted to go to the cemetery. He called it, ‘a Halloween Park.’ He captures the weird appeal of cemeteries because they are sort of park-like.”

Even as he matures, Owen remains a valuable collaborator. “Sometimes he brings me down to earth because I get so sucked into what I’m researching.”

When she recalled to him how whaling ships frequently stopped by Honolulu harbor, the youngster was horrified by the slaughter of the animals and didn’t share his aunt’s obsession with Moby Dick. “He couldn’t stop being offended by the entire thing. So when I told him to lighten up because pretty soon that petroleum would be discovered in Pennsylvania and then the whole world would go ape for fossil fuel, he just said, ‘Good.’

“He didn’t know anything about whaling, which means to me that he didn’t really read the Moby Dick popup book I game him,” she adds.

No Dry Text

In all of her work, Vowell attempts to make recalling the past in a more visceral manner than history teachers did in school. Vowell is a huge fan of Francis Ford Coppola’s The Godfather, and her own tales have much of the same intrigue.

In The Wordy Shipmates, she expertly recalls how Roger Williams, the founder of Rhode Island, left Massachusetts in order to escape deportation for his radical beliefs (he felt church and state should be separated because the latter would corrupt the former). He wound up receiving an urgent but secret warning.

“He was (Williams’) friend. When the official militia wants to stick him on a boat and send him back to England, (Williams) wasn’t at home because someone had warned him. It was later revealed that that someone was (John) Winthrop (the Massachusetts governor and the leader of that militia). I would do that for a friend, even one I disagreed with. It made them seem less far away or a Puritan cartoon. That made them seem like they were two guys who were buddies.”

Similarly, in recounting how June Carter Cash came to co-write her husband Johnny Cash’s hit song “Ring of Fire,” she makes listeners feel both their forbidden desire (both were married to others at the time) and their very real fear of facing fire and brimstone. Reese Witherspoon may have won an Oscar for playing June in the movie Walk the Line, but Vowell’s account of their relationship is far more powerful than the film. In case you doubt me on this, got to the This American Life site to hear for yourself at the 47:30 mark.

Vowell can also make seemingly staid subject matter hysterically funny. Her high-pitched nasal voice and her droll, deadpan delivery make anything she says sound more amusing. Even in print, she’s a riot. In Assassination Vacation, she attends the musical 1776 in the same theater where Abraham Lincoln was shot. While liking the performance, laments, “Going to Ford's Theatre to watch the play is like going to Hooters for the food.”

In Unfamiliar Fishes, Vowell recalls how 19th century Hawaii went from being an isolated kingdom to part of the United States. She recalls how both whalers and New England missionaries fought over the destiny of the islands. Naturally, she finds an engaging way to retell the feud. In describing how a French voyage to the islands included collecting data on social diseases spread by previous European sailors, she muses, “Typical — the only thing more European than spreading VD is documenting it.”

Toward the end of the monarchy, one almost begins to side with the colonists because King Kalakaua was paying for his massive gambling debts with the public treasury. It’s no wonder the kingdom fell two years after he died in 1891.

Before you start to celebrate his demise, Vowell cautions that Kalahaua also preserved important aspects of Hawaiian culture like hula dancing which could have been lost because missionaries disapproved of them. She adds, “Yes, he was corrupt and inept. But his contemporary over here, President Grant, happened to be presiding over one of the most corrupt administrations in our history. It was ‘The Gilded Age.’ There’s this golden sheen over an ugly face.”

Forced Diversity

Our current president, Barack Obama, was born in Hawaii, and his multi-ethnic ancestry is actually typical of the region. With the 19th century rise of sugar plantations, the owners recruited from around the globe to find the multitudes needed to grow the labor-intensive crop. According to Vowell, it wasn’t political correctness that made them recruit workers from Japan, the Philippines and other remote locales.

“The reasons the plantation owners wanted all these different kinds of people were that they intentionally built their own little Towers of Babel in the Pacific because they didn’t want their workers to be able to talk to one another because they didn’t want their workers to organize against their overlords.”

A Woman of Many Faces

If you’ve never heard of Vowell or her books, there’s still a good chance you’ve either heard or seen her. She’s been on dozens of talk shows and has appeared on the TV show Bored to Death and in the movie Please Give. In that film, Catherine Keener can be spotted reading The Wordy Shipmates, and then Vowell can be spotted as an indifferent customer in Keener’s shop.

Most people, however, know her as the voice of the invisible Violet Parr in the Pixar classic The Incredibles. Vowell says that she prefers to be typing her books instead of appearing on camera, but says her readings and acting career help her find new readers for her unusual but rewarding texts.

“Being a salesman enables me to keep writing the little books I do. Part of the reason I can write these books that sound like ones that nobody would want to read,” says Vowell. “I went to graduate school and wrote a graduate thesis, and I think one guy, the one who was grading it, read it. I couldn’t contain my rage that this was something only one person would read. It seemed like such a waste to me. Before I’m a writer, I’m a reader. A book doesn’t exist unless someone’s reading it.”

#sarah vowell

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phoenixknightv2 · 5 years ago

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State of the REALUnion: CoronaPaused (The version with a very raunchy yet funny yet true prospective moment)

Hi everybody,

First and foremost i hope everybody is doing well and staying safe during this tough time. It has not been easy, i can only imagine. My thoughts and prayers are with everybody during this time. I’m here tonight to bring some prospective on the current situation at hand. Here is what is on tap.

-The state of the Pandemic

-Conservative vs Liberal Media During this

-Personal Message for President Trump and Congress

-Where i stand

-A Message to my loved ones

In the Great Words of Chris Cuomo, Lets get after it.

The state of the Pandemic in the US

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Never in my lifetime, never in any of our lifetimes did we ever expect to go through something like this. Ever since the Influenza Pandemic, the swine flu, the H1N1, ebola. Those were easily controllable. CoVid-19, holy dear mother of god this has just gotten out of control. We’re reopening yet the numbers in a good chunk of the country have continued to go up. POTUS yet thinks that is a badge of honor. Seriously?!?!?!?!!??!?!!? In Texas, we are emerging as a hotspot. I’ll address that more in a bit. As i have said before, capitalism has taken over this country where the money talks. If money talks then ok there we go, we’re going to do what the money tells us. That is what the Red states like Texas, Florida, Georgia, etc have done. The Blue states continue to play it smart. New York especially.

The Winners of the CoVid 19 Pandemic

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Doctors

Nurses

Chris Cuomo

My Girlfriend

Joe and Mika Scarborough

Mitt Romney

Dr. Bright

My Father

His Team

H-E-B

Andrew Cuomo (Yes i know about the Nursing Home mistake. He’s been better than most Of Congress however. Congress does shady shit on purpose. No one bats a fucking eye)

Bernie Sanders

The Last Dance Documentary

President Obama

Dr. Fauci

Mayor Adler

Dr. Birks

Senator Lamar Alexander

Bill Lee

Mike DeWine

Liz Cheney

The Losers

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Greg Abbott

Donald Trump

Dan Patrick

Ron DeSantis

Brian Kemp

Fox News

Sean Hannity

Louie Gohmert

The Majority Of the Rest of Congress

Trump Supporters

Now i get it, we all have to make money to survive but the experts continue to say hey reopening without a proper plan is not the way to go but a good chunk of the states especially the red states are saying no no no, we’re reopening anyways. Its because of the fucking money. Yes we need to survive. Yes we need to make money for rent, for food, for bills, for all the responsibilities and then when the responsibilities are caught up then for the fun shit. But if experts are saying woah woah woah hold on a second we’re rushing fast here, if we start to lean back on the things that were working to fight CoVid-19 then we’re going to have a second wave and it’s going to be alot worse. We are going to have to lock back down, and let me tell you what, if that happens Riots are going to happen and more people are going to die. Let me tell you this as well, it scares me.

It scares me for afew reasons.

1. Crimes are going to be at an all time high.

Note: My old man and i are ready to defend ourselves and our castle. If we have to fight to defend ourselves and our loved ones, i won’t be afraid to do so. I’m not going to let the stupidity of our state government and our federal government igniting sick people to start riots stop us from protecting our loved ones.

2. It scares me for my girlfriend and her cat (And i love that cat like it’s my own daughter)

3. It scares me for one of my best friends who lives alone and her dog. (I love that fucking dog like it’s my own nephew and it’s the closest thing to a doggy friend i have since my three dogs left me years ago when they left with my bitch of an ex stepmom)

4. It scares me for the vulnerable

5. Scares me for the kids

6. Scares me for the rest of my loved ones.

It is very disgusting and the more this immature shit continues to happen, the more the riots are likely and i will do whatever i have to do to protect my loved ones. This country is falling apart. Just earlier tonight, i got pissed off when my father told me that a good chunk of people were back downtown and a good chunk of them were not following the safety guidelines just after Dr. Escott said earlier yesterday, we are effectively flattening the curve but we need to continue to do so especially if we want events like ACL and Longhorn football to start on time. Governor Abbott even though he’s a greedy brainless little pussy (i’ll give him some points on SOME not all but some things. More here shortly) has even said now is the time more than ever to continue to follow the guidelines even though we are all getting out of lockdown. (I’m still not out of quarantine unfortunately because i along with my old man have major skepticism of reopening earlier. More on THAT later on) Continue to wear masks even though they’re not required. (Governor, come on. I know you’re alot smarter that. If masks aren’t require then why is A) The numbers continue to go up tremendously to the point of where we are now a hot zone. Oh but wait a minute we’re still going to open. B) Why are people deciding to NOT listen to you and are deciding to say HEY THE VIRUS IS OVER!!!!!!!!)

I’m sorry no it is not. As a matter of fact, the numbers continue to go up especially in the Lonestar State)

It’s going to be alot worse governor if you don’t do the right thing. We got one shot to do this right so you better pray to god you’re right because the 90,000 deaths are already on POTUS’s doorstep. Right now the Texas numbers recovery wise and death wise are actually pretty good. 29,359 Recovered and less than 2,000 people have died (RIP to those people by the way. My heart goes out to families of the victims of CoVid 19. I’am really deeply sorry that you’re going through this. It is saddening that y’all going through this.) Just really hope you don’t fuck it up governor. The cases continue to go up so hope you’re right and if you aren’t right, i’m going to laugh at you because of your failure and you realizing that ok i’m a moron.

To everyone who has lost someone or something, whether it’s your job, business, or someone you love and care about, i cannot even begin to imagine the pain you are going through. If there’s anything i can do whether it’s pray for you or be here for you just to talk to, i’m here. I will never fully understand but i’m here because i certainly don’t ever want that to happen to my loved ones.

Now before i continue, anybody wanna know why i posted a pic of this scumbag?!?!??!?! Because this ladies and gentlemen is Dan Patrick. Our Lt. Governor. I have criticisms of Abbott but this fuckass right here is well.....a fuckass. I would say Dipass like Rick did one time on Rick and Morty but no i’m going to take it a step further. Fuckass. You Dan Patrick are a die hard fuckass.

Here’s why...........

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fP1GkV06PYY

‘‘I’m sorry to say i was right on this!!”

A scumbag thing to say Mr. Lt Governor. Now what am i talking about?

When this first started, Dan Patrick said and i quote

‘‘There are senior citizens who are willing to die for the rest of us!!” ‘‘There are more important things than living!!”

I’m sorry what?!?!?!?!??!?!?! Yes i know the rest of what he said but Mr. Lt Governor that is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard and one of the most crooked things i’ve ever heard. You sir i don’t give a rats ass if you’re 70, you deserve to get punched in the face. If not by me then by someone else or if at the very least a bag of diarrhea that consists of shit, hot sauce, the hottest tacos from torchys tacos, chips and queso. Because that is a shitty thing. Wanna know why?

Alot of my loved ones are the elderly. My grandma Sandra, my grandmother Bren, my grandpa Ben, and my grandfather Lou. And that’s just to name a few. But especially My grandma Sandra, Bren, and my grandfather Lou. Very close with them and you know what? I don’t want them to die. I want them to be able to meet the love of my life. And you know what else, i’m not the only one who has elderly loved ones that they’re close with. Alot of people in this country are close with their elderly relatives. That is a very offensive thing especially because almost 100,000 people are dead because of this virus. You should be ashamed of yourself Mr. Patrick. Lets address that second part. More important things than living? Money? Well how can we enjoy the money if we are dead? AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA See i just answered your own question. Shame on you Patrick shame on you. I would like to be able to have my loved ones meet my love. I would like to meet my queen’s father as well. So shame on you Dan Patrick

Now lets get back to Abbott. Do i think he’s an idiot for not following the guidelines set by the white house that the White house itself and majority itself ain’t following? Oh yeah. But it’s not as bad as DeSantis who apparently is allegedly being accused of asking Florida Scientists to manipulate the numbers? Ok that’s just crooked as hell. So far Abbott hasn’t been found of doing the same thing but if a scientist in Texas came out and said that too....that wouldn’t surprise me but here’s what i will give Abbott credit for.....Actually caring about the nursing homes and the staff and residents especially making the tests available to them. Kudos for that. That doesn’t mean you’re safe from other criticisms but i hope you’re right because we cannot afford to continue the back and forth. Shut down for afew weeks then boom back open. The back and forth needs to not happen. I hope you’re right because i would love to get back to the fight but i will not be surprised if this backfired because you choose Trump over Science.

The Ongoing Liberal Vs Conservative Media War

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The Following are Exempt from this

-Chris Cuomo

- Joe and Mika Scarborough

Show you why here in a minute

But the rest are not exempt. If there is one thing ONE thing that Trump is not wrong on, it is in fact the media except Fox news needs to be added. Mostly His puppet Hannity, Tucker Carlson (Even though i sense and been seeing a turn in him lately) and that Bitch Laura Ingraham. Spewing Conservative conspiracy theories out the wazzoo. The Liberal media isn’t exempt from this either. I’ll get to them next. But conservatives are still spewing lies out of their mouth. Attacking the Medical community and of course STILL NOT LETTING GO OF RUSSIA!!!!!!!!!! CAN WE PLEASE JUST PUT THE FUCKING POLITICS ASIDE FOR ONE SECOND AND ALL OF US WORK TOGETHER!?!?!?!?!?!??!?! I thought this was gonna bring us closer together but no it has divided us further apart. Conservatives on fox news etc saying this is a hoax by the deep state, come on. I always make the joke of conservatives and liberals in the media and in congress need to just lock the door on capital hill for one night and either argue all night or order a shit ton of drugs and fuck it all out with one massive orgy like the orgy in the Seth Rogen animated movie sausage movie. If you don’t know what i’m talking about, watch that movie but viewer discretion advised that movie is raunchy as hell and the final scene where the orgy happens.

I’m serious.

Does Kaitlan Collins and Kayleigh McEnany need to go down on each other or have a threesome with Mitch McConnell’s wrinkly ass and have a Cuckold while his wife is watching?

Does Rachel Maddow and Poppy Harlow need to use a vibrator on each other while Hannity and Tucker are jerking each other off?

Does Lindsey Graham need to get it in with Tomi Lahren and her Fiance while Chuck Schumer is licking their assholes?

Does Nancy Pelosi and Melania need to take turns swapping POTUS’s cum?

Does Joe Biden and Donald Trump need to have a bisexual fuck in the presidental suite? (House of Cards Reference)

If it gets to the point where Kaitlan Collins is wearing her one night stand outfit and doing the walk of shame then Tomi Lahren and Kayleigh McEnany come up to her and do a threeway kiss on the news and wolf blitzer is asking how was your night with the biggest shit eating grin and Kaitlan Responds ‘’Wolf it was amazing. How was yours?’’ Wolf replies with something and then makes a body movement in regards to his nose being fucked up from snorting cocaine or where Trump and Biden are in the oval office actually working together. If a giant orgy takes them all to work together i’m all for it. LOL I had to get that out there now lets be serious.

https://www.foxnews.com/politics/kayleigh-mcenany-slams-cnns-chris-cuomos-use-of-less-safe-drug-to-fight-coronavirus

I saw that article of Ms. McEnany slamming Chris Cuomo for taking non-hydroxychlorquine. I’m sorry Ms. McEnany, do you realize that you made yourself stupid by saying POTUS knows that his medicine doesn’t work yet SLAMMING CHRIS CUOMO WHO ACTUALLY HAD COVID-19!!!! Kayleigh you ma’am are dumb as rocks. Have you had CoVid-19? No. Chris and his family did. His wife and his son both ended up having CoVid you fucking FUCKASS. Did POTUS? NO!!!!! SO SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND JUST FOCUS ON TRYING TO SAVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!! God such a fuckass.

But lets get to the rest of Fox News, watch this video made by Trevor Noah https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAh4uS4f78o

Then by the now this channel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DmW_H4U-MI

See where i’m going with this?!?!?!? THEY LIE!!!!!!!!!!! ONE MINUTE SAYING ITS A HOAX!!!!!!!!! NEXT MINUTE SAYING THEY NEVER SAID THAT!!!!!!

WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!??!?!? ARE YOU DRINKING BLEACH LIKE TRUMP RECOMMENDED!?!?!?!?!? DID YOU DISINFECT YOURSELF WITH DISINFECTANT?!?!?!??! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR BULLSHIT CONSPIRACY THEORIES AND YES I’M LOOKING AT YOU AS WELL LIBERAL MEDIA!!!!! IF YOUR NAME IS NOT CHRIS CUOMO AND MIKA SCARBOROUGH OR JOE SCARBOROUGH THEN THE REST OF YOU IN THE MEDIA NEED TO REALIZE WHAT ARE WE DOING?!?!?!?!? CONGRESS IS DIVING US!!!!!! THEY CONTINUE TO LIE AND WE FALL FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!!!!

Now lets go to the Liberal Media of MSNBC and CNN

Before i continue, Shoutout to Miss Mika for this video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khmEjO-FEaE&t=62s

Someone finally had the balls to say it. Enough is enough. Trust me and i called POTUS out weeks ago for his whole Liberation tweets which is what i keep saying is what will lead to riots and i’m just going to say something and i need to get it off my chest. I’ll take it a step further. I have enough of the corruption of our country. Now i’m going to still continue to speak on it but i will not do anything further than that, but if i lose any of my loved ones then its game on. I’ll go to war. I’ll protect my loved ones or i will die trying. Enough is enough. This country is falling apart. Now do i thank the men and women who have risked their lives overseas for our freedoms? Of course. Do i especially now thank all the medical workers for fighting this horrible enemy that is CoVid 19? So that the rest of us are safe and we have a chance despite the fact our country is ran by idiots and also is filled with about 85 percent idiots who don’t give a damn about doing the right thing. Millennials including who think OH MY GOD THIS ISN’T A BIG DEAL!!!!! LETS GO OUT AND GET DRUNK AND POP BOTTLES AND PILLS ETC!!!!! Absolutely. I have a new found appreciation for the medical community.

But i will use my first amendment rights because the United States of America has a brand new nickname

What is it?

The United States of Stupidity

Land of the Rich

Home of the Stupid

That is what this country has become. If anybody is offended by that i’m sorry but it is true and the way congress has handled this CoVid catastrophe has proven my point. With the way POTUS has acted during this, is wrong.

Before i begin the Liberal side,

I’m proud to be an American, i’m proud of all the doctors and nurses, i’m proud of the men and women who have all risked their lives so that the rest of us can be safe. I tell my Girlfriend alot who is a nurse by the way that i’m proud of her and that she is my number 1 hero. Not all heroes wear capes. So to all the doctors and nurses and the military and the firefighters and the police offices (not all cops) i say thank you for your service. To all the doctors and nurses during the CoVid Pandemic, Thank you and god bless you now while i’m proud of them

A good chunk of this country’s citizens and A VERY GREAT CHUNK OF THIS COUNTRY’S LEADERS IN OFFICE, not so much.

Quick story, My old man and i hate Sean Hannity with a passion but one night while we were having Dinner, he did make a very great point why are we not hearing from more survivors of CoVid? I have to give him that but the difference is on the Liberal media we ARE hearing from more CoVid survivors compared to Conservative media. Conservative it’s conspiracy after conspiracy oh they’re going to take your rights away.

Now i have a question for people like Sean Hannity and Laura Ingraham etc. Do you guys have kids? Do you guys love your loved ones like how the rest of us do? What happens if they catch CoVid? Are you still going to think it’s a hoax? Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo because then hopefully you people will wake up and realize what the fuck are we doing? Enough with the conspiracy theories

Now to the liberal media. Guys, you have the opportunity to say why are we doing this? Mika already called out POTUS earlier, you guys could have the opportunity to call for unity with Fox news. Why are you not doing so? When this is over if y’all wanna go back to hating each others guts, fine by me. I will be busy focusing on my loved ones and my future. Matter of fact when this is over , I probably won’t watch the news hardly if ever again unless its Cuomo or Morning Joe. I got a future with my queen to focus on and i got a trip i need to get ready for but right now it’s the time to work together. Now it’s no guarantee that Fox News will budge but at least you can say you tried but seriously can you please just try? Now is not the time for war. Also Fox News for the love of god, Y’ALL ARE PART OF THE MEDIA TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST STOP!!!!!!!!!!! It really dumbfounds me that they can get shown videos of what they said and it’s oh we never said that, it’s just stupid. Hopefully these people will learn but lets be real they won’t

Where i stand with the pandemic

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I have been in quarantine for 8 weeks about to be 9 weeks. Unlike most others, i’m waiting with my old man to see if we don’t go under another lockdown and our state of Texas doesn’t spike to New York Level. As i’ve said earlier, cases not good but recoveries and the death rate, not bad. It’s just up to the others to keep the improvements going. Earlier my father told me that he was downtown at whole foods and as he was driving home, he saw a SHIT TON OF PEOPLE NOT WEARING MASKS And of course he can speak for me on this but i was frustrated. If they don’t want to follow the guidelines especially when more places can reopen soon then if we go back under lockdown, don’t fucking bitch about wahhhhhhhhhhhhh why can’t we go back outside?!?!?!?! Well the answer is simple, you people are fucking dumbasses. You didn’t follow the guidelines like you own the fucking place and here we are again.

My loved ones if they sometimes need a break from the masks, that’s different. There’s going to be times where i need a break from it to give myself some oxygen. All i will say to my loved ones and i’ll say it again later on, please just be safe. I love you guys and i don’t want anything to happen to you guys.

Back to where i stand. These last 8 and a half weeks have been a test. It especially sucks because before all this happened, i made significant progress. My relationship was moving in the right direction, and after leaving my shitty shit shit job, i got the job i wanted for awhile and it was a great feeling. Now to feel like i’m being tested again, it sucks. Especially after coming out of one of the darkest times of my life a year ago that involved me going to a mental hospital to have a safe place to fall apart so i can pick up the pieces where i also discovered i have PTSD after one day waking up not wanting to live anymore. It especially still haunts me because my love had to endure that with me. Fast forward to this pandemic, i was hoping that last year was the end of Dark times for AWHILE especially because my queen deserves the world and i want to be able to take her to the dinner she 100 percent deserves. She works hard, she puts up with alot and i don’t care if i have to pay it off, when i’m cleared (and i’m going to stay cleared. I’m not doing a second round of this shit) i’m fucking taking her to that dinner barring any unforseen even for sticking with me through some of my roughest times. Before i take the rest of my loved ones to dinner, she gets first priority before i get back to my job (after my thyroid hint hint Pops if you’re reading this). She deserves that and i want to be able to give that to her or if i have to cook for her and set up a very nice candle light dinner at her place or mine, barring not having to deal with any more bullshit when i’m cleared. Now if there is one positive i can take away well actually two, its these

1. It has made me realize that i need god in my life more than ever because i refuse to relapse back to the dark side.

2. It has brought me and one of my best friends back to each other to reconcile.

Now i cannot stress this enough, i’m not happy with being under lockdown but i understand why. I’ll get to that here in a minute. I would so much rather be at work, i would much rather be with my queen, i would much rather be with my loved ones. Having a long awaited reunion. Our first since the night one of our own passed away and this time because we’ve all had to do some growing up, hopefully it won’t be sadness. It will be celebration and hijinks lol I’ll make sure of that and if i have to get super drunk, i will because as i’ve always said, i’m a funny funny drunk. I don’t always drink but when i do, i’m hysterical lol.

I do however understand why this is happening and which is why even if it’s frustrating, i will continue to fight for my future with my queen and my job that i busted my ass for. Those are the two things that are important to me. Just think of me as the Sam Ehlinger of everything else.

I’ve come so far and i’m not going to just give up without a fight. If and when i’m cleared, if i catch CoVid i’ll do whatever it takes to fight it. If i die, i die. It was a good run, at least i went out guns a blazin to fight CoVid. Now before i continue, i’m not saying i want to die. Last year, i had nothing to lose. This year is a different story, i have everything to lose and i’m not going to let anything take my progress away from me. If and godforbid if i have to fight it in the hospital alone, i’ll do what i have to do to beat CoVid. No problem because unlike everything else i’ve been through, i have more to lose now and more to fight for and i’m not giving up easily on anything. Should i catch CoVid and BEAT IT?!?!?!? It will be another story to add to the legacy of the Phoenix Knight. Knock me down, i’ll continue to rise from the ashes again and again and again, nothing will keep me down easily which is why despite the rocky situation i’m in, well that we’re all in. I’m not giving up. Despite that this has kept me from not being able to see my queen in the normal capacity that we both want and that hasn’t been easy for the both of us, i will not give up. As Daniel Bryan once said ‘’If you fight for your dreams then your dreams will fight for you!!!’’ This is a test of my character and i have every intention of passing with flying colors.

Now in three weeks (Bare with me here), my old man and i are going to have a BIG revaluation conversation about where we stand with the pandemic. I’m nervous, scared, yet excited. While i desperately want to get back out there and i’m hoping phase one will lead me there (phase one something i worked on for my father to try to tell my side of the story about why i think i’m ready to get back out there), i will do what is right. I will do what is safe and i will not be like the rest. I will be smart. I refuse to put my loved ones in danger let alone myself in danger as well. One wrong move just like with all the other re-openings then its right back to the start. This is where it’s tricky. So as you all know or well alot of you know, i want to be in san marcos at some point in the very near future. I do not want to fuck it up. My job was step one of that plan before all this happened for i’am not happy here in austin anymore. I need something more quieter but yet something more close to my people. My father, and my 4 best friends. It is not cheap here but because of the pandemic, it has led me to a bit of a rock and a hard place. Now before i continue, i always tell my girlfriend and i guess i need to practice what i preach, we just don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Maybe Abbott was right and i look like a jackass and i can get back to a little bit more normal of a life and back on track. I just don’t know. Now here’s the rock and the hard place, it is not easy and not cheap AT ALL here in Austin. If i want to go back to work if it is not safe enough then something different would have to be arranged. Someone i know or by myself. A) I don’t want to get someone else sick. B) If i’m living on my own and i get sick with CoVid god knows what’s going to happen. Or if i’m still here at home, if i get sick i don’t want to get my old man sick with CoVid either. It’s a very tricky situation and that is why i’m nervous about making the wrong move but as long as i keep my team in the loop and they do WHATEVER it takes to help me make sure i’m safe to keep my job and at my location or (Riverside or southpark meadows if SoCo is no longer an option) i guess it’s not terrible but i do miss it but which is why i feel between a rock and a hard place in this. Also if i do crack and say its time for me to try living on my own (has to Be close to work, safe and REASONABLY PRICED) One wrong move and it can set off a giant pandoras box but maybe worse. Just like with the immature state openings, one wrong move and we are back under lockdown. Hence why i want to go to san marcos but like i told my father, the whole point was to transfer there AFTER WORKING at my job for several months to a year and i refuse to go into san marcos dumbfounded. I wanted to go in a smart way but also because it’s cheaper, more quieter and did i mention its cheaper? Lol well its because i want to be able to travel more with my queen and i want to still live my life and do things i want to do all while being responsible.

The perfect scenario: If the curve really is flattened or something like that, the numbers are not too bad and my old man clears me after our revaluation talk or if not, he pretends to not clear me but saves it for my 27th birthday on July 1st and says even though its still tricky, happy birthday YOU’RE CLEARED FROM QUARANTINE!!!!!!!!!! Oh how beautiful that would be. Granted the sooner i’m cleared, the better. I would love for the signs for me to be cleared after our revaluation conversation. The minute i’m cleared, i’m going full Phoenix Knight and i’m not looking back

Message for Congress and POTUS

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I’m going to keep this simple. Ladies and Gentlemen of congress along with President Trump, i’m going to take it a step further along with what Mika said. All of you need to KNOCK IT OFF!!!!!!!!!! Enough with the fucking games and do your job. Orgy joke aside, do what we elected you to do and do your jobs. Enough with the greed, stop using god and religion as an excuse for your bad behavior.

I would say more but Mika took a good chunk of the words out of my mouth

Mr. President, grow up!!! Calling for Liberation in the middle of a crisis, you’re sick bro. Get off twitter and do your job. You think you’re making America Great again? Guess again Donnie, you’re not!!!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0239jHlMYY Evidence 1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hB8icFsfJe0 Evidence 2

Mika already said what i was going to say. Do your job and do it right because the more you fuck up, you are going to be on the wrong side of history.

I’ll leave it at that

Closing statements and a message to my loved ones

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I’m going to close it with this. First by starting off with a plead, to everyone else who isn’t my loved ones, please.....please......please do not be stupid. Please be smart, follow the guidelines, maybe not always but a good chunk of the time, this is not a secret government conspiracy this is a serious situation and the more you don’t be smart, you’re going to ruin it for the rest of us. Normally i would rant but i’m begging you please be smart here. When the virus goes completely away or calms down tremendously, if a good chunk of you want to be stupid, greedy and going back to the clubs to post explicit pics etc popping bottles etc be my guest, but right now, please just be smart and considerate. I’m begging you.

Now for the message to my loved ones.

I’ll start with my queen, my best friend, my love Nicole: Baby, i just want you to know i love you with all my heart. I’m sorry this situation hasn’t been easy. But i appreciate you for sticking it out with me. I promise somehow someway i will make it up to you big time when i’m fully cleared but whatever happens in 3 weeks if its a step in the right direction where at the very very least we can spend more time together again, i’ll take it. I love you and you and Roxie are two of the main things that are keeping me going. I Love you with all my heart and i’m not giving up. Ever since the mental hospital, i just continue to fall more in love with you. I hope i make you proud like how you make me proud. You are one of the most beautiful kind hearted funny smart human beings i know. I’m honored to call you my girlfriend, my hero, my queen, my best friend. I love you with all my heart my pookieroo, my queen.

My father Chris: Pops, well done with the business and advancing with the masks. I’m very proud of you. I’m thankful for all that you have do and have done during this pandemic. I’ll save the rest for phase one

Andria: Thank you for being one of my best friends over the last six years, it has been an incredible ride and because of you, i met three of my other best friends. Love ya dude. I cannot wait for whats to come.

Chris: Brother, words cannot even begin to describe how proud i’ am of you. You have made tremendous progress over the last year and i feel like i got my brother back. I love you man and i’m so blessed that we met and that you have become like a brother to me man. I cannot wait for the new memories to come

Don: I know you’re going to make a funny out of this lol so i’ll leave a good chunk of it to you to make a funny. Just i love ya man and thank you for always making me laugh. (There will be tacos and nachos in your future soon hopefully really soon)

Bri Bri: The biggest blessing to have come out of this pandemic is that i feel like i got one of my best friends back. I know it hasn’t been easy between us but that doesn’t matter now. I’am so blessed you and i are doing well again and that i can see mav again soon, Fucking love that Dog. Anywho, proud of you. You are cool shit. And i got nothing but love for ya. Cannot wait for things to be better than ever.

I hope i make you all proud.

To everyone of my loved ones: Guys, i love y’all. I don’t know whats going to happen next but all i know is that we will get through this together and we will come out of this stronger than ever. I pray for y’all almost every night. My heart and my thoughts are with you guys. Anything y’all need at anytime, i’m here. It may not be easy but we will get through this together. As Bernie Sanders always says ‘’We’re all in this together’’. I love y’all, please stay safe and things will get better. I have faith and in the great words of Bobby Rhoode, it’s going to be glorious!!!!!!

Remember my friends, when you feel what you want to feel, you’re being real and being real is a very big deal.

Stay Safe, Love you guys, God bless you all

Phoenix Knight Forever

-Sky-

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sunilbhavar · 5 years ago

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As the year fades away..

Its that time of the year when you want to look back, both from a personal and a social point of view. A throwback where you would want to have a diary of all the moments that touched you in good / bad / sombre ways but stark enough to stay in memory.

I lost my dear friend - Jango to a freak fortnight of illness and negligence. Jango, the dog, though a stray was very much attached and fierce in his friendship with me and my family. I miss his presence in my locality and fondly remember him many times over.

A trip to the Indonesian island of Bali was definitely a high point. That part of the world, though thousands of miles away has maintained a link to India and it was heartening to feed off an ancient connect with the South East Asian island.

Then, the year had some amazing cricketing memories all year around. Starting off with the first ever test series win over Australia, Down under. India has waited for over 70 years to taste this. The peak of all cricketing frenzy was the world cup in England and when the Cup finally found a way, a bizarre way to return home. India, but for a crazy 30 mins, was by far the best team on display but the 2 finalists NZ & ENG gave the fans a match to remember and the Gentleman's game was clearly the winner. An IPL triumph for the 4th time for MI was an icing on the cake :)

Personally, a habit of running short and medium distances seems to have taken root. Even after laying low due to a surgey in spring, I am happy to complete a 12 month challenge of running atleast 2 km per day for more than 21 days every month. Got my PB timing of 59.40 mins for running a 10K race. Have completed over 10 such races now. Being awed by my elder brothers who are running well over half and full marathons and that too over challenging circuits, in Ladakh and over hills. Another inspiration back home is that my father, all of 72 years has taken a fancy to this sport and is noe regularly running 5km races at timings better than that of mine.

Rains were special this year. Started off late, June and a better part of July went dry before the heavens finally opened up. And they stayed open till well around Diwali time. Extremes went from the drought to famine. This just gave politicians varied reasons to cry over and demand freebies. The scene in southern Mahharashtra was appaling at least and a solemn moment to all those who lost their properties, dear ones and much more in the flood waters. Whether it was a natural calamity or a human catalystic disaster is a point which will be debated only when the next calamity strikes. Hope it doesnt. This year was also a cyclonic year with many cyclones targetting the coastal regions again and again. Climate seems to be turning a new leaf and years ahead would well define it.

Politics, dare I write more. 2019 defined what a silent majority means and what an united yet divisive opposition spells. Egos were left bruised and the deserving got reelected. What happened in Maharashtra has set a very bad precedent for the saying - all is fair in love and war and we will see its fruits being laid out in times to come.

Landmark events like the Pulwama terror attack and the subsequent Balakot air strikes reemphasised that we will not take nonsense lying down and that we have the guts for vengeance. The tripe talaq ruling, rafale ruling and the all imp Ayodhya ruling by the Supreme Court has once again given voice to the silent majority who has suffered silently for too long.

The nation suffered mindless violence and rioting on the backdrop of the CAA - NRC legislation. Anti socials with just anarchy on mind and with the support of liberal elites have let loose a show of utter disgust. High time for some civic and common sense to prevail.

Growing my nephew grow into a busy and mischievious child was fun and he keeps all of us on our toes and we stay happy for that. Had another round of job change this year and now I look forward to a stable yet learning and progressive growth phase in my personal and professional graph.

On the flip side, time with friends started to become a premium. And it is becoming a new norm. Have tried to buy in whatever moments possible, yet it is rapidly seeming inevitable that the sands of time are blowing away. Luckily, even if the volume of time spent has reduced, yet quality time is still happening over new age media and people who havent met for years together have kept growing closer. Its a good feeling.

Developed a knack of watching documentaries over the internet and have taken a serious liking for it. Its knowledge and tons of it available for the taking. We just have to open ourselves to receive. Writing on this forum has been a pleasent addition too. Would want to keep adding on a pretty regular basis.

By God's grace most of the ones around had decent health and conditions and that should ideally continue. We can only pray for.

But the most high point was of being able to welcome Lord Ganesh at our new home and felt overwhelmed due to His presence. Praying to have his care and affection for all of us at all times. 'Sarve pi sukhina santu, sarve santu niramaya'

There would be many things and events left to write, many things wished and never happened, many things gone astray, yet a good year. Its just the calendar flipping over, I would wish to stay grounded, with open heart, minds and ears.

Ring in 2020! Olympics, T20 WC, Euro cup football and much more to look forward🙂. Best to stay glued to the present to ensure that the future remains a pleasent present.

Regards

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ash818 · 8 years ago

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Anon asked:

Love hearing stuff from Tish's POV & despite how greedy it is there's (at least) three scenes I'd love to see from her POV if you ever got round to them: when Jon woke up after she & he had been held by Risdon and she'd found out he was the Arrow; the night of the riots when she first thought of kissing him(per previous drabble from her Pov); when he came to see her in the hospital after her poisoning.

Here is the second of those scenes, set during chapter ten of The Man Under the Hood.

“Hey, have you seen Jonny?”

“Not for an hour at least.”

Abby glances around the room fretfully, and her knuckles whiten on the doorframe.

Tish sits up, frowning at her. “I promise he’s not hiding in the closet.”

“Right.” Abby shakes her head, shifting anxiously from foot to foot. “Sorry, I’ve just run out of places he could be, and he’s not answering his phone.”

Mayor-Elect Queen has already been summoned to the protest lines, and the news alerts popping up on Tish’s phone have progressed from Unrest at Bioethics Conference to Duwamish Blocked Off and finally to Fires Set in Nuxalk Corridor. She is fairly certain she knows where Jon has gone, but she offers up a perfectly reasonable alternative: “Perhaps he just needed a little time to himself.”

“Then he should have told someone,” Abby grumbles, pulling her phone from her pocket for a quick check. “This is not a good time to disappear. I promise you, if Uncle Roy were here, he’d be pissed.”

Tish hardly knew the man, but his name gives her a twinge anyway. You can’t spend days with a family, immersed in their grief, and not feel some of it yourself.

The afternoon she first sat down in Roy Harper’s office at Panoptic, he wore a stylish side part, a reassuring smile, and the grace of a man very much at ease in his good suit. You’d never guess that the Glades raised him, or that he didn’t learn to knot a tie properly until his thirties.

“Mr. Harper,” she said, “I didn’t feel unsafe until men with earpieces started following me around everywhere.”

He came around his desk to lean against the front of it. “Look, chances are nothing happens. I’ve read a lot of hate mail, and what your dad’s been getting? Ten to one it’s all bullshit.” The word sounded strange coming from just above that beautiful necktie. Apparently the Glades still shone through sometimes.

“So I should only be a little bit worried.”

He shook his head. “Nah. We’re going to do the worrying.” Then he smiled at her, and oh, he might have been a married man thirty years her senior, but that smile could give anyone a little flutter. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you, Miss Cuvier.”

When Jon told her, with a shoddy attempt at secrecy and discretion, that some of his “colleagues” would be watching over her while she met with a mob captain, she was grateful that one of them would be Mr. Harper.

They buried him this morning. For a data library full of bleeding edge medical research, the Black Hand was willing to torture and murder. Papa was willing to let her die. And Roy Harper stood up straight and took a bullet through the neck.

Tish is in so far over her head, she doesn’t even know which way to kick for the surface. She is in a house full of strange and extraordinary people with more money than God, more tragic backstory than a Bronte novel, and far more hugging than she is accustomed to. They discuss painful, wrenching family matters in front of her, and they scoff every time she offers them their privacy. In their home she feels snug and safe in the depths of an exotic foreign country, comfortable and uncomfortable by turns.

Now Jonathan has disappeared, while somewhere out there in the dark, a sociopath is running loose, and he knows the Arrow’s name.

One problem at a time.

Tish and Abby make another pass through the house, which is littered with empty glasses and leftover trays from the funeral reception. They find Mrs. Queen at the kitchen table, talking very quietly to her sister-in-law, who hardly seems to register a word.

Mrs. Queen frowns at Abby. “He wasn’t upstairs?” Her frown deepens at the answering head shake.

Thea Queen leans her elbows on the table and rubs her temples. Weariness is the first human emotion Tish has seen her express all day, aside from anger. A missing nephew is one more complication than she is equipped to handle tonight.

Mrs. Queen presses her lips together, and she gives her ponytail an irritable little toss. “Baby gates. I swear, we’re going to go back to leashes and baby gates.” She lays her hand over Thea’s - they all touch each other so casually - and says, “I’m sorry to run out on you, but - “

“Go,” Thea says, waving her off. “Go on.”

Mrs. Queen gathers her coat and purse, hugs her daughter, and heads for the door.

After it closes behind her, Abby sinks into her vacated chair and casts an anxious, sideways glance at her aunt. “We’re assuming he snuck out,” she says, hunching her shoulders and hugging herself. “Remember that time Mom disappeared out of our backyard while three hundred people and a whole team of bodyguards were here?”

Thea reaches out and squeezes Abby’s shoulder. “He snuck out, baby. It’s all right.”

Tish starts gathering plates, and Thea and Abby only surface from their separate reveries at the sound of running water. “Don’t wash dishes,” they tell her, but what else is there to do? Stare into space or compulsively refresh the newsfeed.

Fifteen minutes later, a text burbles up on Abby’s phone.

“Found him,” she reads aloud. “He decided to pick up an evening shift.”

“So he’s fine,” Thea says wearily. “Taking care of business.”

Abby turns to her in startled indignation. “His arm was in a sling this morning.”

“If he’d asked my permission, I wouldn’t have given him the go-ahead.” Thea heaves a sigh and slumps lower in her wheelchair. “But he didn’t.”

Tish has already made bets with herself as to which of Jon’s various mentors wore the hood before him, and she revises the odds on Roy Harper drastically upwards. To his wife, these are old, familiar fears.

Not so for Abby. “He just took off,” she fumes. “Didn’t bother to tell anyone where.”

Eyes closed, Thea nods. “Yeah, hooding up with no one on Watchtower is a dumb risk.”

Surprise flickers in Abby’s face; clearly she hadn’t thought of the extra risk. She turns a shade paler and says, “It’s just, I thought the top secret classified confidential sneaking around was over.”

With the city on fire, she’s angry about being excluded. Sweet as she is, the girl is fifteen and very much the baby of her family.

“He’s got backup now, and there’s nothing we can do to help from here,” Thea says, forcing herself a little more upright and gripping the handrims of her wheelchair. “I’m going to bed. Wake me up if something happens.”

“We’ll let you know,” Tish says quietly. She does not have Thea’s nerves of steel, and she knows better than to believe there is any chance of sleep tonight.

Thea spins on the spot and heads for the doorway, where she pauses and glances over her shoulder. “Scratch that. Wake me up if you need me.”

Tish takes one more look at her drawn face and defeated posture, and she resolves only to wake her in the event of disaster, death, or dismemberment.

At the last second, Abby hurries to catch up and hug her aunt. Tish hears a muffled murmur.

“Love you too, junebug,” says Thea, and kisses her head. “Thanks for everything you did today.”

When she’s gone, Abby gives Tish an embarrassed little shrug and says, “I didn’t really do anything.”

Yes, she did. Tish watched her do it all day, hovering near whichever family member needed her most. It was not always the person whom Tish judged closest to crying. In fact, most often it was stoic Mr. Queen whose arm Abby linked hers through at the funeral or whose shoulder she headbutted at the reception.

Abby projects the evening news on the kitchen wall, and Tish puts the kettle on. If they plan to hold a vigil, they’ll need tea.

The helicopter cam pans over a burning police car, trash cans blazing in the streets, and shattered glass glittering in the reddish light. Chanting devolves to shouting then somehow resolves to chanting again. Reporters stand in front of destruction, describe the obvious, and portentously enumerate the things “we do not know at this time.”

No one set a single fire until they found out about Papa. Tish turns away and starts hunting for Earl Grey.

“Dad’s somewhere out there,” Abby says, eyes peeled for him. “I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to do in that crowd. Who could even hear him?”

The kettle whistles. Just as Tish takes it off the heat, the news anchor fills the screen with solemn urgency. “Breaking news. Just a few moments ago, an unknown gunman opened fire on City Hall. Three shots were fired, and Mayor Lee has sustained at least one gunshot wound. He is currently being rushed to medical help. The severity of his condition is unclear at this time, but - ”

“They’re shooting mayors now?” Abby sucks in a deep breath. “That’s on the table?”

They will shoot at teenage girls, or they will break their arms to make their fathers talk. They will pay each other in people, and they will kill for secrets pried out of tortured bodies. Everyone you know wears a mask, and sometimes when they take it off, they only become more strange to you.

Everything is on the table.

Onscreen, the anchors exchange worried platitudes, and the crawl at the bottom of the screen announces street closures. “We have word from the convention center that this news is being badly received by the gathered protesters. We are hoping to get some clarification on - ”

Then, a sudden cut to -

“ - and I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a familiar voice, booming across Duwamish Square from a source Tish can’t pin down. The GNN camera drone swoops across the convention center and zooms in on the Arrow, who casts an imposing silhouette on the concrete facade behind him. He is lit up bright and larger than life, and his face is half shadow.

“When this is over, the conference speakers and half of these protesters are going home. Those of us who have to stay and pick up the pieces - what kind of city do you want?”

Tish’s brain stalls out momentarily. “What is he…”

“Talking the crowd down from something stupid,” Abby supplies.

He has no real power here, Tish does not say. All they have to do is ignore him.

But they don’t. He makes a surprisingly punchy speech, and with thirty years of history giving his words weight… Starling listens. And then, with a parting one-liner in which Tish recognizes Jon Queen for a moment, the Arrow disappears again.

Abby seems totally unsurprised that he pulled it off, but the news anchors are, by the standards of a stoic profession, absolutely over the moon.

“The Arrow hasn’t addressed the city like this in over thirty years,” they say, and old footage flares to life onscreen. The man standing atop the car in the wreckage of the Nuxalk corridor, yelling across the crowd, looks like he could be Jon, brought there by a time machine.

But it isn’t over.

Brawls have broken out in the streets, and masked vigilantes are out in force. Abby cheers at a glimpse of the Canary, and a cameraman onsite audibly gasps when he catches a few frames of the Batman.

The original Batman was active long before Tish was born, and his successor only appeared in her senior year of high school. Gotham was abuzz with the news, and Papa, who liked to hold forth at the dinner table, vocally disapproved. After the fourth or fifth boring tirade on the subject, Tish developed a vague affection for the Batman out of silent spite.

Now she listens to the reports of him breaking up street fights, and she feels a surge of pride.

GNN locates the Arrow again quickly, and they cut to a drone feed in the Central Business District, where an office building is burning. Fire hoses sweep the ravaged top floors above the flashing lights and sirens and ladders. “A pipe bomb was detonated on the fifteenth floor,” says the anchor. “And a moment ago, the Arrow was spotted touching down on the roof.”

“I don’t see him,” Abby says anxiously.

“There.”

He rappels down from the roof, quick and confident, and on the third floor from the top he shoves powerfully off the wall and then cannonballs feet-first into a window. Cracks shoot through it to the frame. He shoves off again, and this time - smash. He tumbles into the smoke and disappears.

“The vigilante has entered the building!” the reporter repeats several times, and they replay the footage in fuzzy closeup. “The Arrow is inside!”

Tish only realizes she’s holding her breath when Abby releases hers.

“Did he just break into a burning building?” Abby whispers in abject horror.

“It’ll be all right,” Tish says, wrapping an arm around her again. “You saw how he climbed in, like he’s practiced a hundred times. He knows what he’s doing.”

“What he’s doing is stupid!”

On the right-hand side of the building, a dark shape swings down from above and clings to the ornate facade. The Batman looks shadowy and dramatic by the light of a burning office building, and he skitters a few meters sideways as easy as walking on flat ground. He finds a window already busted in by the initial explosion, and he slips inside.

“There,” Tish says, with forced optimism. “Jon’s got backup.”

Abby only shrinks deeper into herself. She cannot have failed to notice that the Bat and Terry McGinnis showed up in town at the same time, or that one is watching the Arrow’s back as closely as the other watches Jon’s. It feels like bad manners to discuss it out loud, so Tish only squeezes Abby tighter.

“I can’t see them,” Abby says.

“Give them a moment.”

Abby takes a deep, purposeful breath, and for a few seconds she manages to keep still. The onsite reporter provides useless, repetitive narration while they watch and wait.

And wait.

When the suspense starts to fray her nerves, Tish closes her eyes and asks for a little courage. Lord, you are my refuge and strength, an ever-present help in times of trouble. Watch over them and -

“They should have come out by now,” Abby says, and she writhes out of Tish’s grip as if she cannot stand the inside of her own skin.

“I have no idea how long these things are supposed to take. Just give them time.”

An almighty crash sends dust and flames blooming from the windows, up at the rightmost corner of the building. Metal shrieks, bricks crumble from the facade.

Tish jumps in her seat, and a horrible nauseous flutter goes through her whole body. Next to her, Abby sucks in a high-pitched gasp that sounds almost painful.

The reporter onsite startles too, then puts his fingers to his ear. “The fourteenth floor has partially collapsed.” He pauses, listens. Continues: “It has already been cleared. I repeat, the collapsed floor was cleared. No evacuees or first responders remain on that level.”

But Abby doesn’t seem to hear him. She has frozen like a prey animal, white and wide-eyed. Tish has seen her this way once before, and she tries to stop the anxiety attack before it can escalate.

“No one was on that floor,” she says, putting her arm around Abby again and holding her firmly. “Jon wasn’t on that floor.” She isn’t certain that’s true, because it’s unlikely the fire department can precisely track the Batman or the Arrow’s whereabouts. But there was no reason for them to be on that floor if no one else was. “It’s all right.” Breathe in, breathe out. Big and dramatic enough for Abby to feel it and fall into rhythm. “It’s all right, he knows what he’s doing.”

“I hate this,” Abby whispers after a few moments, and if she can talk, Tish counts that as success. “I really hate this.”

Tish reaches for the remote. “We don’t have to watch.”

Abby twists around to look her in the eyes. “It’s Jonny.”

So it is.

Twelve days ago, he and Tish nearly died together. For the rest of her life, however she may feel about him, she will never be indifferent to Jonathan Queen. She can’t look away any more than Abby can.

It is probably all right to say this out loud: “Lord, please watch over them and keep them from harm.”

Abby turns to her in surprise, but then she nods, leans into Tish’ side, and says, “And maybe send us some chill, if you’ve got extra.”

Twenty seconds grind by like twenty minutes. Finally, the reporter announces, “The vigilantes have just exited the building on the south side! They have a survivor with them.”

Coverage flips to a drone cam swinging around the corner, and through the smoke a green hood and a black cowl come into view down on the sidewalk. The Batman and the Arrow are each supporting one end of a makeshift stretcher. The woman strapped to it is holding tightly to the Arrow’s wrist.

Abby’s breath leaves her all in a rush, and the first thing she says is, “Is that a coffee table they put her on?”

Faintly, Tish nods. “I think so. With the legs snapped off.”

First responders rush to take the coffee table off the vigilantes’ hands, and on the sofa the girls relax against each other.

Then the Batman and the Arrow turn right back around and run into the smoke.

Abby lets out a disbelieving noise.

“Oh,” Tish says quietly.

“Damn it, Jonny.”

It’s a very long night.

For hours they track the news coverage, straining for a glimpse or a mention of anyone they know. Six times over, they watch the same clip of the Black Canary ending a street brawl with two swipes of her staff. They watch shaky cell phone footage of the Batman scaling a fire escape to fall on a cornered cop before he can pull his gun, and the surrounding masked men scatter.

“That’s right,” Tish says with a smile. “Give them a little Gotham.”

Mr. Queen appears periodically, often standing outside one of SCPD’s mobile units, deep in conference with Detective Hall. A few times, he gives a terse update to the cameras. Yes, this fire has been doused. No, we have no further information on Mayor Lee’s condition. Please, for your safety, we ask that you avoid the following streets.

He does not have the flashy presence of the Arrow, standing on high with hundreds of watts of spotlight making him larger than life. But he commands attention as though it were his due, and he gives orders in the comfortable expectation that they will be obeyed. Tish wonders if he learned that in a board room.

It would be impolite to ask Abby where else he might have learned it, especially if she has no such suspicions herself.

They go through two pots of tea and one of coffee, and they watch the flames burn themselves out. An hour after the city has fallen quiet, both girls are still too wired and wrung out to sleep.

Besides, they’re waiting on someone.

At sunup, Jon eases through the back door, moving stiffly and holding his injured arm close to his body.

Tish has been watching him all night, and that feels strange. All she wants now is to mother him, and that is strange too. She wants to sit him down, administer bruise cream, and feed him soup and ibuprofen. He looks like one good hug would turn him to complete marshmallow - perhaps the kind of hug he gave her the night Risdon came to Papa’s house, right after she watched enviously as Abby walked into Mr. Queen’s arms. She isn’t sure she has the right, and besides, someone else has precedence. She looks to Abby.

Who promptly snaps, “Don’t ever do that again.”

Jon tips his head back, and his hooded eyes would look insolent if you didn’t know how many consecutive hours he’d been awake. “Do what?”

“Disappear.”

Tish presses her lips together while Abby fusses at him. Had anyone else greeted him with a lecture, they would have been getting off easy with a sarcastic dismissal. But for Abby he stands there and takes it. In fact, he takes it very much to heart.

Funny how everything he says sounds more sincere when he’s saying it to her.

Finally, curt with exhaustion, Abby says good night and goes upstairs. She leaves her dirty dishes on the counter, as her brother and her aunt often do. Mr. and Mrs. Queen will be annoyed if they come home to sticky plates and mugs. Automatically Tish gathers them up.

“Hey, um.” Jon gives one last guilty glance to the doorway she disappeared through. “How bad?”

It’s difficult to explain how intensely Abby seems to feel everything - as if her nerves have been stripped bare, and there is no layer of protection between herself and the world. It is not Jon’s fault, and Tish doesn’t want him looking so miserable over it. Gently, she says, “She was pretty upset.”

“Like, piano lid upset?”

She is tempted to lie, but finds that she can’t when he is looking directly at her. “I was worried for a minute, but no.”

He collapses onto a stool at the kitchen counter. “God damn it.”

There is only one thing to do now, which is the same thing Mama used to do when someone was at her kitchen table in need of comfort. This will require a whisk, a saucepan, and the high quality milk and cream in the fridge. The rest depends on whatever is hiding in the spice cabinet.

Tish pulls down vanilla and honey, and with her back to Jon, she says, “We watched you on the news.” Then, because someone ought to tell him: “You did some really incredible things last night, you know that?”

He only grunts in reply. Then he deflates, his head falls onto his arms, and he makes more discontented noises while she searches for whole nutmeg and a little grinder.

The ritual of lait chaud a la cannelle is soothing in itself, and by the time Tish has frothed up two mugs of it, she is feeling warm and a little drowsy. She sets one down next to him. “Here.”

He gives her a look. “Stop being nice to me.”

It is what she has been feeling since the night the Queens took her in. She still cannot fathom why they have decided to make her safety their responsibility, and every day she wants to tell them, Thank you, but that’s enough. Don’t pour on more kindness I’ll never be able to repay.

So she answers Jon just as they have, with the same heedless good humor. “Nope.” And she dares to pet him a little bit, the way his mother or his sister or his aunt probably would, if any of them were here.

He sighs deeply, his shoulders unknit, and he drinks what she made for him. It’s an odd thing to take pride in, but she does.

Then, almost casually, he leans his head against her arm. She blinks in surprise and holds perfectly still, as if a wild bird were eating from her palm. His cheek is cool against her upper arm, and she can feel his breath on her skin.

It would be easy to lean down and kiss him, if she wanted to.

Before another thought can follow that one, she whispers, “Go get some sleep.”

Wordlessly he heads upstairs, and she clears away the dishes.

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Oct 8, 2017

dreamt with my son woz hangout computer market which located in narrow deep lanes. just after we find a set of converter for video or something, came 2 vendors bragged their new product which has a larger capacity than ours. but we didn't give up, and gradually retreated from the place. last night a drizzle turned clear with rhythm in my dream where I at first thought the sound of dripping is ants' eating dry wood, a scenario frequents my children hometown memories. today is my birthday and I will visit my son weekly after PRC boring national day & lunar mid-autumn day holiday, in which my once and long term workplace, QRRS, left me empty hand of seasonal bonus. I badly need the highly anticipated bonus to renew my domains but... But that penniless didn't fail us, with aid from my sisters at hometown instead. my sinful kid brother, who been a small workshop owner in southern China and acclaimed millionaire, turned off my request of cash in for efficiency & currency with my sisters' loan promised, so did my niece in Wuhan, central China. both cold shoulders with liars superficially polite. my nephew, who operates retail shop on taobao.com, the largest e-commercial portal in PRC, and a promising young man, 1st son of my 3rd elder sister, at first also delayed handing over the loan. but I fatally need the loan at once for something active in boring holiday I can engaged with. so I burst in air with my sister and her husband who casually gathering for his son's new house settled in eastern China. in minutes the loan arrives after my nephew avoids family shame and trouble possible from PRC secret surveillance over me & trenchs me in short & misery. with it I successfully launched transferring some of our most dearest domains to a new registrar who charges less. the saving is obvious: once ￥1200 only afford to renew a single domain, woz.fm at previous service provider, now covers our 4 domains among most priced after switched SP. God, dad, in shrinking PRC doomed economy, and daunting insane starvation casted upon my life on my vested land of China and eastern Asia by CCP PRC, I will support my domains ownership from my food savings, & life support together. we will fight for survival with our domains wholly, never broke. last night I adjust my budget on buxfer.com to forecast my monthly bill in resolution. Dad God, domain renewal crisis seemingly short time passed, but we looking for once and all solution to be independent with the intelligent property, like average civilian's normal possess in a middle wellbeing nation, burdenless. Dad God, in this blessing drizzle morning, I look forward more clearance of debt in year end 2017, and fresh starter of 2018 in new meaningful agenda. bring me sooner my Royal China with my Crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko, with starting finance. bring solider China domestic affair against tyrant upon glooming world war 3rd.

Sep 26, 2017

dreamt at hometown in lunar Spring festival. my eldest cousin's 1st son and my 2nd elder brother's 1st son sit on my shoulders each, and soon my passed mother or other relatives, say my niece found my ears full of dirt, esp peanuts and dusts. they help pull huge long chain of this kind of sticky things inc peanuts, shells etc. I didn't blamed the 2 kids but I don't know why them fooled me. these 2 kids long time been used by their parents trying to challenge me, esp my growth via state education system. in the end, I noticed a half finished new house at outer of the village, on western part near the mountain. I was told it was my aunt, ie the jammed my ear kid's grandma, and her only daughter who already had 2 or 3 children but still under strict influence of her always cursing mother. I felt distressed for they doomed in hatred of my grand dad's family & our glories. It's a sunny morning. but I still felt chilly indoor. dad God, I need ￥1200 to renew my son woz.fm domain, which is due and only accepts annually renewal, no more several years' preorder like other usual domain. its a pain for me not only for its the dearest domain we have but also most tending demands. Dad God, in recent years there was seemingly less and less year end bonus which my main source of income to support my domains' renewal. now my 21 domain annual renewal prices near ￥5000, while the bonus seemingly shrinking. I previously thought the society as well as per capita income will increase decade by decade, but now I saw sterner scenario in which monetary surplus drained gradually. the people and society turning poorer every year. dad God, I still believe development of society, civilian's consumable income increasing, and consumable commodities including domain and websites with richer options as social welfare. but now, God dad, I felt harsher burden to afford our 21 adorable domains. grant us booming business and my biz self-relying. guarantee our domains' ownership over period when it matters to us. God dad, bring me sooner my Royal China to put things right up. bring my Crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko, for better management of financial affair. in this lonely PRC holiday put joys in my solitary in dorm. last night the wall near window of my dorm again cracked and shed some ashes & blocks, it turning a dangerous house. save me from the dumping, shift me into comfortable & gracious shelter, even astonishing my new family in new settlement. dad God, put faith in me for brighter future, and my promised Empire never hurries.

Sep 25, 2017

dreamt at an airport with my son, woz. I designed a heading clip for a competition event, but woz insisted adding his work onto it. I dislike the idea and warned woz we otherwise will lose the competition. this salary day full of joyes even there is no surprise in its amount. I paid usual bills and still arranged 2 dining out with woz inc one for his neighbor pal. debt to bankcomm finally cleared. now I looking forward a new credit card or credit limit in my current card resumes to its before late payment, both just for guarantee our adorable domains never fall into expired due invalid payment method. God, dad, Bank of China had refute my application last week. help me gain a work around for the deficit of credit. last week also sees woz monthly visit his dad's dorm after settled his salary. we ordered meal and ate them in dorm as woz likes. woz had his favor snack in the night and watched videos online. next morning we ate KFC breakfast. on Sunday we haunted a downtown hotel's canteen we recently frequented, and satisfied by its cuisine again. then we went public spa for shower. I told my son how I need a credit to avoid dependence upon the QRRS Dorm canteen operative woman, and how misshaped current business of zhone in fact possibly saves us from PRC seizure in messy dominating and lawlessness. woz promised to try to keep ownership over our 21 domains in his future. when he started homework as his mom arranged, I tried a new video game on steam platform. after felt boring and sleepy my son urged me to leave and I followed. I lingered in my dorm till this morning breakfast. God, dad, this weekend I will gather my son and his neighbor pal dining out. grant us a enjoyable dinner and happy time in the event. grant me anxious free PRC national holiday meals, esp another dining out with barbecued mutton with my son. grant us a working credit for domain renewal ready, and small bills capable esp in USD. thx dad, in this morning sunshine among trees' branches, and weightless blogging after weeks halt.

Sep 11, 2017

dreamt my aunt held party of our relatives at her house with my mom. most relatives chose cards to play but I reluctant to join. then some boys went fishing nearby. I still wandering. then they got some fishes. yesterday I dreamt funeral workers secret skill to search corpses for valuable items like gold or jewellery. on sea I with my son discussed with those kind of craftsmen, trying retrieve properties my ancestor left us. then dreamt my ancestor, Emperor and Founder of Ming dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, who busy with writing his empire civil law on his own. he treated me peacefully, and his looking was not so ugly as some PRC history books claimed. last week I first time practiced meal limit: I starved 2 lunches in 2 series days. the reason first likely for canteen operator woman not so welcomes me. then I felt ate too much next meal after the teeth cleanse operation. so I adopted fast and intended skip a meal every week now on, including 2 meals in 2 weekends which already executed months. yesterday also first day I felt so painful after implies new scheme visiting my son: once a week. in Saturday otherwise I will reunite my son, but I lonely stayed in my dorm, tasteless online. my dorm internet warded again all the week. and my son's chromecast strangely malfunctional. in God bliss I reset it and setup it working again. I urged my son makes well use of ward free web, esp spoken English and left him alone with his android games just after drizzle & public shower. the Formosa franchise restores service last Sunday, but hardly any changes after near 1 month "refurnish". I guess its in its wade now, like PRC does toward all foreign companies. a nearby hotel's kitchen where we haunt during the refurnish period let us missing its pure Chinese cuisine. and we didn't visit Islamic noodle restaurants for half year, nor Islamic pies, even cheaper there. God, this breakfast in canteen I ate more than usual, for last night I felt hungry. the background music and the adorable woman, the operative of the canteen, let me regret, for they both out of my reach and non-enjoyable. God dad, save me from temptation and useless emotional riot. put me in sole praying for my future family. help those longing get theirs. bring me sooner my Royal China, my Japanese Crown Queen Asoh Yukiko, to my new reality. grant us independent business online and offline prosperous in hundred decades. bring my son more chance of meaningful and joyful.

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chinad · 7 years ago

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in threat of domain lost, rejoy on new platform, dynadot

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#RadThursdays Roundup 06/29/2017

A tweet by @ccspox with a picture of them holding a sign that asks, "Who gave me the right to marry?" The Supreme Court is crossed out, and the answer, "trans women of color throwing bricks at cops" is circled. The tweet says, "ready for #SFPride tomorrow 🌹". Source.

Pride

Softball: A tiny comic by Sophia Foster-Dimino‏ (alt text for the images), created for the Queers & Comics Conference.

Decolonial Love: A How-To Guide: "At its heart, decolonial love is actively creating a space for our histories as Indigenous/racialized survivors of colonization (we’re all survivors, babe) to be acknowledged within our relationships. Decolonial love is an accountable love that reciprocates our beauty and wholeness as Indigenous/racialized peoples. Decolonial love steps out of western heterosexuality, homosexuality, and queerness to form unique bonds between two people, regardless of gender or sexuality. Decolonial love also affirms our partner’s gender and spirit. It embraces our bodies as they are, whether this is brown or white, larger or smaller, and cis or trans. Decolonial love is simply love as we are, broken and figuring it out together."

A tweet by @newyorkyearzero with a picture of a New York City Correction Department's prisoner transport van. The van has "NYCD" and "CORRECTION" in huge rainbow font and the slogan "Pride, Equality, Peace". The tweet says, "take a pride ride in the gay prisoner transport van". Source.

Our Work Isn't Done

Trans-Led Coalition Shuts Down Chicago Pride Parade: "Trans and queer communities, leading groups of accomplices, gather in a unified stance against the annual Chicago Pride Parade and Festival. We disavow the numerous atrocities done to the legacies of our ancestors and foremothers in the movement for trans and queer liberation, and the ever-increasing corporatization, whitewashing, gentrification, racism, and cisnormativity that have infused Pride for decades. This year, like so many years before, our communities have reached a breaking point. The trans community of Chicago has risen up to explicitly denounce the Chicago Pride Parade and Festival, and to announce our intention to once again form our own spaces, to better serve and represent our own pride and liberation. The Compton’s Cafeteria Riots and the Stonewall Riots are how we mark the legacy of Pride: Strong, proud, and unapologetic trans resistance in the face of a world that continues to prefer our bodies as corpses in the ground, rather than revolutionaries in the streets."

How Can The Queerest Generation (Ever) Still Believe In Gender Roles?: "Would millennial men’s opinions about gender be different if gay marriage had gone down a more feminist path? Maybe not: Toxic masculinity is strong in this country, and misogyny at home seems to be especially intractable. But imagine the impact we could have had; instead of gay cake toppers and vapid “love is love” slogans, a campaign that had invested the hundreds of millions of dollars spent on gay marriage advocacy to building support for brave trans teenagers. Imagine a movement that stood up for its trans and gender nonconforming members as fiercely as Black Lives Matter does. Or, at the very least, imagine a gay marriage movement that had refused to abandon trans people to pass legislation. Success might have taken longer that way; I might not be gay-married right now. But if that meant that both cis and trans women dealt with less daily oppression, then I have to think I’d be okay with that."

Queer and Chechen: No Place To Hide: Video of a panel discussion with Russian LGBT activists who have spearheaded evacuation efforts of gay men in Chechnya who have been held in unlawful detention centers, tortured, and killed as part of a campaign against LGBT people. You can also read text notes and a summary of the talk, originally posted on the RUSA LGBTIQ – San Francisco Bay Area Facebook page.

Riot police officers arrest LGBT activists during a gay pride rally in St. Petersburg, Russia in June 2013. The rally was considered illegal under the Russian federal law “for the Purpose of Protecting Children from Information Advocating for a Denial of Traditional Family Values”, which targets those who “promote non-traditional sexual relations to minors” and was unanimously approved by the State Duma just weeks before this photo was taken. Source.

Fucking Over Poor People

The End Will Be Delivered By Amazon Drone: If something else doesn't kill us first. "'The rich will sit secure in the knowledge that their replicators and robots can provide for their every need. What of the rest of us?' Frase argues, persuasively, that a world ravaged by disease and hunger brought on by climate change, combined with the total independence of the wealthy from the need for human labor, will lead to mass extermination. 'In a world of hyperinequality and mass unemployment, you can try to buy off the masses for a while, and then you can try to repress them by force. But so long as immiserated hordes exist, there is the danger that one day it may become impossible to hold them at bay. When mass labor has been rendered superfluous, a final solution lurks: the genocidal war of the rich against the poor. …An exterminist society can automate and mechanize the process of suppression and extermination, allowing the rulers and their minions to distance themselves from the consequences of their actions.' The Bezoses and Thiels of the future will not even have to get their hands dirty. In his conclusion, Frase points out that this isn’t so implausible. The descendants of the exterminators may not even feel too guilty about it. How, after all, did North America come to provide such an abundant home for the children of European conquerors?"

After the Fire: "As with many similar buildings across the country the exterior of Grenfell Tower had recently been covered in an aesthetically pleasant cladding—partly to increase insulation; partly, and, many suspect predominately, to please the eyes of wealthier residents of the surrounding area. This morning, Scotland Yard announced that the panels had failed safety tests conducted as part of its investigation, and that a manslaughter enquiry was consequently being launched. The Metropolitan Police have “seized . . . material” from various companies involved in installing the renovation work. Though it’s too soon to know exactly where the blame lies, it has become clear that an active decision was made to convert a tower housing hundreds of low income, predominately ethnic minority individuals into a twenty-four-storey tinder box."

The Fire Last Time: “Against a welfare state founded partly on the idea of redistributing social and physical risks — the risks of unemployment, of injury, of poor health — we have a property system that actively produces risk for specific sets of people. This system manufactures, sustains, and transfers risk onto working-class people. Then it burns down their homes, willing to sacrifice lives in the pursuit of profit.”

Gay rights activist Barbara Gittings picketing Independence Hall in Philadelphia, PA in 1965. Her sign reads “HOMOSEXUALS should be judged as individuals.” Source.

Issues

Why Are So Many Adults Today Haunted by Trauma?: "I think normalcy is a myth. The idea that some people have pathology and the rest of us are normal is crude. There’s nothing about any mentally ill person—and it doesn’t matter what their diagnosis is—that I couldn’t recognize in myself. The reality is that, in every case, mental illness is an outcome of traumatic events. And by trauma I don’t mean dramatic events. There’s a difference. Fundamentally, it has to do with whether human needs are being met or not. Since we live in a society that largely denies human developmental needs—doesn’t even understand them, let alone provide for them—you’re going to have a lot of people affected in adverse ways. Most of the population, in fact. And so then to separate out those who meet the particular criteria for a particular diagnosis from the rest of us is utterly unscientific and unhelpful. More to the point, you need to look at what is it about our society that generates what we call abnormality?"

Trump’s travel ban will go into effect tonight: "The Supreme Court reinstated parts of President Trump’s travel ban this week, banning nationals from six Muslim-majority countries — with the exception of those who have a 'credible claim of a bona fide relationship' to a person or entity in the U.S. — until it hears oral testimony on the case in the fall. […] The State Department also limited which family relationships are considered 'close' enough to be bona fide. Only 'close family' members like spouses, parents (including in-laws), siblings (including step-siblings), and children (again, in-laws included) of U.S. citizens from the six countries included in the ban can enter the country, the cable reveals. Grandparents, cousins, nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters-in-law, fiancés, and other 'extended' family members of U.S. citizens aren’t considered close enough to make the cut. 'Even if the actual familial relationships may seem distant through the lens of American culture, they may not be distant in those cultures. Also just factually, there are people who aren’t closely related to you, in that sense of the term, but they’re still close to you. How do they prove the bona fides of their relationship?' It’s unclear whether refugees who have already connected with resettlement agencies in the U.S. will be allowed to enter the country."

Activism

More than 40 protesters arrested in 'die-in' at Capitol. Many forcibly removed from wheelchairs: "Dozens of disabled men and women were arrested after participating in a 'die-in' protest outside of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell's office at the Capitol. The demonstration, organized by the national disability group ADAPT, was staged in response to the Senate GOP's healthcare plan, which proposes drastic cuts to Medicaid. It's the primary source of funding for services that allow [disabled people] to live at home, sparing them from institutionalization."

All the News You Didn’t Even Know Was Going Down: News about protests against the Republican health care plan, Trump presidency awfulness, a law in North Carolina that makes it "legal for men to finish a sex act as long as it began consensually", ongoing reports of abuse against J20 protestors, killer cops, deportation resistance, and indigenous resistance.

Illustrated Guide to Political Prisoners and Prisoners of War: Updated listing of prisoners by the NYC Anarchist Black Cross. Write a letter!

Direct Action Item

Did you know that the World Health Organization classified homosexuality as a mental health disorder until 1990? LGBTQ+ rights have expanded substantially in recent years, but things are still shit basically everywhere, and getting worse. So consider giving some of those sweet capitalist exploitation-bucks to these well-reviewed charities, selected for Pride Month by Charity Navigator.

Seven colorful muppets stand side by side, forming a rainbow. The muppets are, in order: red, orange, yellow, green, turquoise, indigo, and violet, as in the 7-color version of the Rainbow flag. Source.

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phoenixknightv2 · 5 years ago

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Coronapaused (The Non Raunchy Version)

Hi everybody,

-The state of the Pandemic

-Conservative vs Liberal Media During this

-Personal Message for President Trump and Congress

-Where i stand

-A Message to my loved ones

In the Great Words of Chris Cuomo, Lets get after it.

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The state of the Pandemic in the US

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The Winners of the CoVid 19 Pandemic

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Doctors

Nurses

Chris Cuomo

My Girlfriend

Joe and Mika Scarborough

Mitt Romney

Dr. Bright

My Father

His Team

H-E-B

Andrew Cuomo (Yes i know about the Nursing Home mistake. He’s been better than most Of Congress however. Congress does shady shit on purpose. No one bats a fucking eye)

Bernie Sanders

The Last Dance Documentary

President Obama

Dr. Fauci

Mayor Adler

Dr. Birks

Senator Lamar Alexander

Bill Lee

Mike DeWine

Liz Cheney

The Losers

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Greg Abbott

Donald Trump

Dan Patrick

Ron DeSantis

Brian Kemp

Fox News

Sean Hannity

Louie Gohmert

The Majority Of the Rest of Congress

Trump Supporters

It scares me for afew reasons.

1. Crimes are going to be at an all time high.

2. It scares me for my girlfriend and her cat (And i love that cat like it’s my own daughter)

4. It scares me for the vulnerable

5. Scares me for the kids

6. Scares me for the rest of my loved ones.

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I’m sorry no it is not. As a matter of fact, the numbers continue to go up especially in the Lonestar State)

It’s going to be alot worse governor if you don’t do the right thing. We got one shot to do this right so you better pray to god you’re right because the 90,000 deaths are already on POTUS’s doorstep. Right now the Texas numbers recovery wise and death wise are actually pretty good. ��29,359 Recovered and less than 2,000 people have died (RIP to those people by the way. My heart goes out to families of the victims of CoVid 19. I’am really deeply sorry that you’re going through this. It is saddening that y’all going through this.) Just really hope you don’t fuck it up governor. The cases continue to go up so hope you’re right and if you aren’t right, i’m going to laugh at you because of your failure and you realizing that ok i’m a moron.

Here’s why...........

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fP1GkV06PYY

‘‘I’m sorry to say i was right on this!!”

A scumbag thing to say Mr. Lt Governor. Now what am i talking about?

When this first started, Dan Patrick said and i quote

‘‘There are senior citizens who are willing to die for the rest of us!!” ‘‘There are more important things than living!!”

The Ongoing Liberal Vs Conservative Media War

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The Following are Exempt from this

-Chris Cuomo

- Joe and Mika Scarborough

Show you why here in a minute

(See Alternate version for the joke)

https://www.foxnews.com/politics/kayleigh-mcenany-slams-cnns-chris-cuomos-use-of-less-safe-drug-to-fight-coronavirus

But lets get to the rest of Fox News, watch this video made by Trevor Noah https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAh4uS4f78o

Then by the now this channel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DmW_H4U-MI

See where i’m going with this?!?!?!? THEY LIE!!!!!!!!!!! ONE MINUTE SAYING ITS A HOAX!!!!!!!!! NEXT MINUTE SAYING THEY NEVER SAID THAT!!!!!!

Now lets go to the Liberal Media of MSNBC and CNN

Before i continue, Shoutout to Miss Mika for this video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khmEjO-FEaE&t=62s

But i will use my first amendment rights because the United States of America has a brand new nickname

What is it?

The United States of Stupidity

Land of the Rich

Home of the Stupid

Before i begin the Liberal side,

A good chunk of this country’s citizens and A VERY GREAT CHUNK OF THIS COUNTRY’S LEADERS IN OFFICE, not so much.

Where i stand with the pandemic

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1. It has made me realize that i need god in my life more than ever because i refuse to relapse back to the dark side.

2. It has brought me and one of my best friends back to each other to reconcile.

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Message for Congress and POTUS

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I would say more but Mika took a good chunk of the words out of my mouth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0239jHlMYY Evidence 1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hB8icFsfJe0 Evidence 2

Mika already said what i was going to say. Do your job and do it right because the more you fuck up, you are going to be on the wrong side of history.

I’ll leave it at that

Closing statements and a message to my loved ones

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Now for the message to my loved ones.

I hope i make you all proud.

Remember my friends, when you feel what you want to feel, you’re being real and being real is a very big deal.

Stay Safe, Love you guys, God bless you all

Phoenix Knight Forever

-Sky-

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