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blue-eyes-and-auburn-hairr · 5 years ago

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Second Chances Chp. 4

Disclaimer: Okay, I got more notes than I thought I ever would, so while the world is quarantined...I wrote another part.

Warning: Mention of death, fluff, I don’t want to mislead anyone this will very much be a slowburn

Summary: Can you imagine being widowed at such a young age to a man you thought you’d have forever with? On the anniversary of his death, on top of a mountain, Thea and Chris begin their new journey together.

(I want to experiment with a different perspective if its trash I’ll redo this chp. )

Thea had no idea why it was so hard to ghost this guy. It should be easy, they hung out for half a day a week ago. He should already have her out of his head, but no he still continues to call.

“Ms. Mulligan I finished reading the chapter what should I do now?” Thea’s 3rd period reading support class was currently working on finishing their novel. She would typically read to them but her mind had been scattered all week.

“Kay, why don’t you draw a picture of your favorite chapter so far on the smartboard?” Thea prompts, knowing that Kay loves to draw and she really is interested in the novel...even if she won’t admit it.

“Can I listen to music, puhleaseee?” She spins around with a great big smile on her face.

“As long as you don’t blast it and its not that Billie Eye Lash person,” Thea rolls her eyes with a smirk knowing what would follow.

“Mully, you’re embarrassing yourself you know her name is Billie Eilish because I’ve stalked your Spotify playlist, right Kai?” Kai, who was too busy reading the next chapter to even look up when she responds, “Yeah Mully, we are currently working on one of those mixtapes for you so be prepared.”

The nickname Thea fought for a good three months but finally caved when her co-workers started using it as well. As for the Spotify stalking, not surprised more impressed and she was now looking forward to the next mixtape they give her.

Last semester, Thea assigned the class a project that required them to find a song to coincide with each chapter of their novel. The students also had to write one paragraph explaining why they choose each song. That was when the revolting started for about 20 minutes until Andrew, in the back of the class, had enough and shouted, “She is legit letting us listen to music all class period and write like 10 paragraphs for a week. The other students have to write an essay on like literary devices or something and they had to read the book all by themselves.”

“Legit?” Kay announced shocked.

“Legit Kay, legit,” Thea sighs, “Also we have like 78 words on the word wall can we work on using one of those instead of ‘legit’?”

“Bet.” Kai says with her hand in the air and at that point, Thea just puts her head down silently laughing.

Her phone buzzed on her desk again, this time it was just a CNN update but the missed call was still staring her in the face. All Thea has felt since that night was guilt. She felt like she was cheating on Jamie and all they did was hug before getting in their own cars and driving away. The bubble burst though on the drive home when the waterworks wouldn’t stop and she had to pull over on the side of the road almost three times.

And then Sunday morning, her phone rings and she watches as it goes to voicemail and then it vibrates again with a voicemail. She stares at her phone for a few more minutes before playing the message.

Hey Thea, I just wanted to call and check in on you. You never messaged me when you got home last night and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Leaving West Point now and you were right I think I definitely made the guard’s day. I’m sure you are busy getting ready for the school day tomorrow but if you have a second to talk I’m around. Okay, take care now.

He called one more time that evening but no message. It was now Friday and Thea had five missed calls and two messages in total. She did not know how to process all of this and she had been burying herself in work trying to stay busy avoiding the topic. She did that with most things and she knew it wasn’t going to end well and that she was being selfish. So she picked up her phone and tried to type out a text, but then the bell rang and the class started to pack up.

“Okay, guys I’ll see most of you in 7th and 8th for Math, make sure to have your homework notebook, hint, hint hint,” Thea says with a wink. She knew their anxiety would soar if they walked in not knowing about a homework check so she always made sure she casually mentioned something to them. Her co-teacher was not a fan of this, but her kids, her decision.

Thea now had a prep period and then lunch to try and sort out all of her thoughts. She even had time to call Chris back, but she did not trust herself to keep her emotions in check, especially while at work.

Hey Chris, Sorry for the disappearing act. I’m still just trying to process everything and work has kept me occupied. Can we talk tonight? Text, call or even facetime if that’s easier. Sorry again.

Chris�� phone finally vibrated in his pocket as he was walking out of a bagel shop in New York City. He was supposed to make his way to Boston to see his family after his trip upstate but that was sidetracked by some work stuff.

His new movie, “Captain America: Civil War was being released in a few weeks and he had a few talk shows and then the Lower Manhattan premiere was on May 4th. He knew he was going to be in town for some time now and wanted to see Thea again.

She just didn’t want to see him.

He had no idea what he did wrong and wanted a chance to see her and explain that. So when she finally answered him back he wasn’t sure how to respond. He would prefer to talk in person but did not want to upset her or whatever else he may have done. He tried to call his brother for some advice but that call went to voicemail as well, but his mom picked up on the first ring.

“Chris, honey you okay?”

“Yeah Ma, I just needed a little advice and Scott didn’t answer,” he admits to his mother.

“Well, why would you call him before me? Does he give better advice or somethin’?” This was a rabbit hole Chris would very much like to avoid.

“It’s about a girl Ma, he already knows most of the back story,” Chris sighs through the phone.

“Ahh, so this is about the girl you met on the hike, well more like Dodger found, who you had to call your brother about in the bathroom while on a date with her?”

“Wait what? We weren’t on a date and wow did he really tell you everything?” Chris says in complete shock. “And let the record show that I called him when SHE was in the bathroom.”

“Of course he did, I’m his mother, he tells me everything” cue the eye roll.

“Okay Ma, and yes I called Scott, obviously that was a mistake,” Chris chuckles “He apparently blabbed everything.” Chris still wasn’t sure why he called his brother when Thea went to the bathroom, he just was so happy for the first time in a while that he needed to tell someone.

“So this is the girl that you’re going to marry, huh?” His mother bluntly states, causing Chris to almost drop his phone.

“What the fuck did Scott say? Who said anything about marriage? We talked for like four hours and she has been avoiding me all week.”

“Scott said you were going on and on about how you finally ‘found her’ which is why he called me 20 seconds after hanging up with you.” Thank goodness for the ballcap and the glasses or all of NYC would see the flushed cheeks of Christopher Evans.

“Okay, can we circle back to that whole topic later? Or maybe after I have a word with my kid brother. How do I ask her to meet up with me tonight when she only wanted to talk on the phone? Is that too forward? Should I just say yes to the phone call?” Chris continued to ramble to his mother.

“It can’t hurt to ask,” such a simple response and yet it was perfect. “Just mind your manners, you were raised better Christopher.”

“Thanks, Ma,” Chris says finally smiling because he has a plan.

“And if you need to call anyone on this date, call me not your brother,” she chuckles on the phone. “Love you and let me know how it goes.”

“Love you too”

Hey Thea, a phone call would be perfect unless you would want to meet up in person? I’m still in New York and would really like to see you again. If you wanted to meet in the city or someplace by you...whatever is easier.

Thea wanted to act like she was shocked by the message but she understood. Jamie and her relationship started out as long-distance, so when you have the opportunity to see someone in person you jump.

She didn’t know if she was ready for all of this, but she also knew it wasn’t fair to Chris. They needed to talk and put all of their cards on the table.

I would like to see you again too, but whatever is easier for you.

Long Beach is about an hour train ride to the city, but not sure would be better for you with people and stuff.

You could also come here and we could get some ice cream and take a walk on the boardwalk? If that doesn’t sound too cliche...

The bell is going to ring so no rush we can figure this out after school.

Thea finally stopped blowing up his phone by her overthinking and put her phone in her bag for the rest of the school day.

The afternoon went by in a flash, Thea waited until she got into her car after school to look at her phone.

Not cliche at all, that sounds perfect. I can be to you by 7, just send me the address of the ice cream shop

Thea forwarded the address and then made her way home. She had a few hours to kill before she would see Chris so she tried to busy herself with things to do to prevent the overthinking.

Chris on the other head couldn’t stop the overthinking and the worst-case scenarios that played out in his head. He has so many things to worry about with the movie and all the press but he cannot get her beautiful smile out of his head.

He just didn’t know what it was about her, everything about Thea just seemed authentic. She had been dealt such a tough hand that would make any person cold and distant, but she still wears her heart on her sleeve. Even Dodger could see her genuine soul and stepped in to defend her when we were on the mountain. Chris just wanted to get to know her better, he thought he might miss out on something unbelievable if he just walked away. He also understood that she was still so hurt and wanted to help her in any way that he could.

Chris thought about that while driving down to the ice cream shop and pulling into the parking lot a few minutes early. He spotted Thea as she was laying down a blanket in the trunk of her Jeep. He could only see the back of her and he was glad she was wearing something comfy and casual. It made him feel better about his jeans and t-shirt that took him an hour to finally commit too. He parked his car and made his way over to her, he closed his truck door loudly and called her name so he didn’t startle her. She didn’t turn around, she was too busy struggling with her own nerves. She had been fixing this blanket for a good 10 minutes and trying to decide whether or not it was lame and if she should scrap the whole idea. She didn’t even have a clue that Chris was behind her for a few minutes before she actually turned around with a jump.

“Sorry, I was trying so hard not to scare you but you didn’t respond when I called your name a few times,” stumbled with his words.

Thea kept a hand over her heart trying to steady her breathing and when it was finally calmed she looked up to see Chris’ concerned expression.

Thea couldn’t help but laugh, “Well you looked like the last time we met too, only I had a knife in my hand and yet you look more scared now.”

And just like that the tension that had worried them both had broken as Thea walked over to give Chris a big hug. They make there way over to the line and ordered two sundaes and then head back to her car.

“I figured we could sit here while we ate our ice cream and then head to the boardwalk, its a few minutes away but I didn’t want the sundaes to melt”

Chris continues staring at his ice cream trying to find a way to ask the question that had been driving him crazy all week. He didn’t know how to phrase it without making the situation worse.

Thea scoots back into the car and sits like a pretzel, “So let’s talk about it before the elephant in the room gets any bigger.” Thea used to be all about beating around the bush but after everything that happened, time is one thing you can never get back.

“Did I do something to upset you? I have been trying to figure out why you didn’t answer and I am coming up short” Chris admits finally looking away from his ice cream.

“You did nothing wrong and I don’t want to sound like an asshole when I say that this had nothing to do with you,” Thea says while running her fingers through her hair. Chris sits patiently giving her a second to collect her thoughts.

“I want to explain this right, so please take everything I say with a grain of salt because I am bound to put my foot in my mouth” Thea sets the stage with a disclaimer because she is absolutely terrified of the direction this could go.

“You know that feeling when you are exercising or playing a sport and your breaths are coming shorter and the tightness in your chest is growing? You can still breath but it’s a struggle and you cannot wait for it to subside? And then finally you stop and you catch your breath and the air in your lungs fills again and you know you are going to be okay?” Chris nods along to Thea’s analogy trying to see where she was going with this.

Thea takes a second to collect her words again, “Chris, I have been trying to catch my breath for three years now and no outlet, no resource, nothing was helping. The panic attacks while I was awake and even when I was sleeping, I just couldn’t...” Thea tries to collect herself shaking the tears from eyes refusing to let them spill. “And then I ask Jamie for a sign that it’s okay for me to stop running and I turn around and there you were” Thea clears her throat again.

“And Chris, I finally started breathing again.”

“Then we hugged and I got in my car and started to drive away and all at once it was gone and my lungs were aching and I was terrified and lost all over again” Chris is not sure at what point he reached for her hand but he was gently squeezing it as Thea continued to shake her head.

“Out of nowhere, I was angry at myself that I let this happen and how I was a fool for thinking I could be normal again.” Thea pulled her hand away, “I woke up to the text you sent me and then the guilt set in. I felt guilty being happy with you and wanting to answer you and then guilty because I was not being fair to you and then guilty because we only knew each other for a few hours and I was giving so much power to something that wasn’t real.” She swirls the melting ice cream in her lap, “and now I am just sad because sitting here with you right now with all these emotions I am breathing just fine.”

“And I am scared of what will happen next.”

Chris had no idea how to react to all of this, she had so many layers and so much going on and unintentionally he hurt her. Thea was right though this wasn’t about him but the fact that he was helping and hurting her at the same time was making his head spin. Nothing was sitting right with him and maybe ice cream wasn’t the best choice because his stomach was churning.

“I don’t know what to say, the thought that I am causing you pain, it makes me sick. Why would you say this isn’t real though?”

“Chris,” Thea sighs “I don’t know, you’re you and I’m me and I am talking this Chris not that other guy so don’t jump to conclusions. I am filled with scars and a heart that may never work again. You are so sweet and caring and could be anywhere right now and yet you are here with me eating ice cream in my trunk. We only talked for one evening, it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Isn’t that how all great stories start though, with a great evening that leads to many more?”

“Chris, the only thing I can offer you is a hand to hold and friendship, I don’t think I can handle much more and that’s not fair to you.”

“Deal, sold, I’ll take it. Now let’s head to the boardwalk before it gets too chilly” Chris says while taking the melted ice cream and tossing it.

“Wait what?” Thea says completely taken back.

“I am not done getting to know you and I have a feeling this will all be worth it,” Chris says with a smirk.

“Chris, I really don’t…” Chris cut Thea off, “I’m an optimist so let’s just enjoy each other’s company, okay?”

Thea nods and recommends that Chris should follow her back to her apartment building to leave his truck so that they can just walk from there to the boardwalk, parking was bound to be crazy on this warm spring night. When they finally park and head to the boardwalk, Chris, optimistically, grabs Thea’s hand and they start their walk with the breeze from the open pushing them along.

Chris decides while looking at her windblown hair, that he is going to help her no matter what. She deserves so much happiness in this life, Chris made a silent promise to her that all of her hardest days were behind her.

Giving her hand an extra squeeze, Chris looks out into the distance and makes the same promise to the night sky that was watching over her.

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squirrels49 · 4 years ago

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What Fowl Can Be Known as a Hawk, But Isn't a Hawk in Any Way?

It was not the first moment that our kitty had brought a surprise back with her. It was not the first time she'd attracted in a live fowl. Maybe it had been she published it in the sack instead of the basement or livingroom (her standard locations to place her victim unfastened ). I presume what really surprised me that the most was the size of the bird that has been now flying in a panic around my bedroom.Over years, using just two female house cats who we let outdoors a few of hours per day, we have experienced our share of rabbits, mice along with other bark , and birds input our residence. Most of time they're still alive, fearful, but for the most part, unharmed. Cats that are satisfactorily fed do not hunt for meals, they hunt for fun, and thus they ordinarily don't eat the animals/birds they capture. They often bring them to the individuals as a present or to demonstrate that they'd caught something.Being a Healer, I understand the value of aiding those creatures and critters overcome their shock before discharging themas it is the jolt which often kills themnot any injury they may have sustained.So the chicken that was currently flying across the sack was just the modern chicken necessitating my attention.Unfortunately, which has been going for considered a significant issue. I was used to helping little sparrows that frequented our garden and the neighbor's bird feeders. This chicken was much bigger-in factthat he had been a predator . He was a hawk.I need to admit my close connections with hawks has been lacking. I feel the nearest I came into one was one had been at an tree eyeing a deceased bird close by. Still, the chicken proved to be much further away compared to main one who currently stood in my dresser looking like it would attack anything or anyone which moved.Normally I'd have let the chicken settle down a bit before approaching him, but it was hurt by my cat like I saw blood onto the ground and walls where the hawk had flown. This absolutely had been enough bloodstream to imply that waiting was not wise if I wanted him to survive.But there have been those talons. And there clearly is that sharp, pointed beak.And these very modest eyes were seeing each movement I made.I shut the bedroom door to contain his flight then grabbed a small blanket to throw over him. This functioned. The bird can barely fly. I donned leather gloves and sunglasses (for security ) subsequently lifted the package, careful to grip the ft. With my husband's assistance, I had been able to examine the bird without even any the damage to either of the us. He experienced only a small cut on his rear and one of his wings had been overlooking a couple larger feathers. Each wounds were bleeding.As I found no other wounds that were of immediate consideration, '' I gave the fowl that the homeopathic medication Aconitum napellus("Aconite") for the shock. Aconite operates great to relaxed shock in animals along with human beings. I have used it before on creatures and critters, also when responding to vehicle accidents.When the remedy had slid the bird, I washed the cuts afterward gave him that the homeopathic medication Gunpowder to stem infections. I bandaged his wing it wouldn't proceed for transport to the Wildlife Sanctuary. For rehab, they'd execute a excellent job.But Al As, these were shut, or so the hawk was attracted house and put from the spare rest room because of the night-it was quiet and there was nothing the hawk could damage himself should he drift all about. He looked a ton better than he'd had before he had been awarded the homeopathics.The subsequent early morning , the hen was doing great, however that I still wasn't certain about the wing. I removed the bandage from his wing, lifted up him and enabled him to fly-he didn't do so good-so I took him into the Sanctuary for more treatment. The hawk was possibly the size of my kitty and that I wondered just how she'd gotten the jump on him. Marin (my kitty ) had no harms, that had been surprising since the hawk was a predator who would prey . Maybe, becoming that the hawk was not small, he was not a threat to Marin.The hawk was published from your Wildlife Sanctuary that a few days later. The rehabilitation helper had been amazed the bird had not arrived for the Sanctuary in jolt, and failed to develop an infection and was able to become released so fast. I wasn't amazed, however, due to the fact I understood the healing skills of homeopathy.I believed the stories that the hawk would tell to other hawks, even joked only just a bit believing the hen could probably come up with a very dangerous and exciting story, telling of this great struggle which had hurt him. Had he told the truth-that he was captured by the cat-he would have already been teased for quite a while.The initial issue we did our trip was supposed to check to our hotel which was that the Barrier Station re sort at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. On our holiday bundle we've got a 3 days and 2 night live, they gave us some dinner certificates to Mulligan's restaurant and pub and Jolly Rodgers. Also a excellent surprise in our vacation package had been 2 tickets to a Musical Show.After checking in we moved right into the hotel to examine it empty the large quantity of luggage we had brought us. The room was we predicted. Even though there were only 2 of us they gave us a two bed room accommodation. This was the bomb because we had our own toilet. The master bedroom had a huge Jacuzzi inside (which we use every night) along with also a king size bed together with a huge balcony. The other bedroom needed to bedrooms and your bathroom. They both had television's and were very well decorated. Along side a huge living space, dining room and kitchen that they also had a washer and dryer. Had we know this we'd have brought much less clothing?After unpacking we moved into the welcome center and assessed all those tasks that these were presenting. They had special to ground meals, games and a variety of lessons, along side several traveling excursions. Perhaps not merely did they all will have outside pools however they also had just one of the largest indoor grills that I have ever seen. And of course a weight room with all types of exercise equipment and also in door and outdoor hot tubes. Of course, when that was not enough they had a superb character walk trail and a location for runners.After exploring the resort we chose to simply take benefit of one of those dinner certificates we had been given and also went on Mulligan's for lunch. We're impressed by the number and high quality of the food and service we received. They'd a deck which moved to the surface of the cafe s roof with tables up there and also you could take pleasure in the sea view as you dined. I do feel just a modest sorry for its waters since they needed to go upward and down about half staircase all day long.When we ended dinner we continued with our vacation going to the shore where we did just a small sunning and tried some small fishing in the fishing pier that had been a few miles from our resort. Not bringing some fishing gear together were surprised that they'd everything you might want to go fishing. It simply cost us about 40.00 for all the apparatus and bait you wanted and now being outside to the pier you did not need to worry about getting eaten alive from almost any critters which might possibly be wondering all around on the island. We also toured about thirty kilometers of the island also found many great places to eat and shop. One of my favorite areas in Kitty Hawk to eat would be Jimmy's Sea Food Buffet. They offer an early bird special at which you can win $100.00 in funds as well as to get the first hour they give you lobster. You really don't even miss the lobster though, because with every different kind of seafood you may think of they possess ten different sorts of crab legs plus you can eat everything you want. Unfortunately we didn't get to eat there this time round because of the a number of other locations we never tried while there on vacation.However we did get to see one of the better musicals that I have ever gone . It was mixed with oldies and classical tunes together with some humor. The entire cast was superb. It lasted about two hours was so interesting that it felt which we're only there for half an hour. They change shows frequently so if you visit into the outside banks regularly you may get to see distinctive reveals. On Wednesdays that they offer you a magical show for those magical buffs in the same construction. So the next time you go there on a break please put that on you are todolist because you won't be sorry when planning on taking my own advice.One issue I did not plan moment doing our vacation was a round of golf and I am sorry I didn't because there weren't several really nice cheap golf courses near. I'm not sure but some one told us there were 12 in the area. Sounds like a golfer's paradise to me personally and together with this most golf courses I think that you need to plan to stay per week instead of just a few days. We did not go into any one of this course's this time round whilst the temptations would have already gone to great but I am certain that with many that they might never have been on to crowded.Well the bottom point for the full article is that it was really so relaxing and so gratifying our next vacation will likely be in the outside banks next year plus people also plan on taking a couple mini holidays or long weekends because a few call it there on a normal basis. And certainly will always be towards the top of my record for vacations to get quite a while for you to come.Because a few varieties of hawk some times kill game critters, the full class continues to be contested. You can find those, and they are several, who fail to observe that birds of prey fill out an important part in the amazing scheme of character. Does the hunter who shoots down the hawk at each and every prospect, because some species occasionally captures what he is very happy to take into account his special property, ever cease to request exactly what caused the quail along with different non-migratory match critters to reach the powers of swift flight that alone create sure they are desired as things of sport?It may be that the bird of prey, pursuing one opposite since the days of these invention, which has evolved not only its own strength of wing, but but in addition that of its quarry. And just as certainly as it is accurate, therefore indeed will that electricity be lost in the event the contributing cause be removed. The do do, a pigeon, found himself over the island of Mauritius in which enemies were unknown. He yielded to gluttony and in action, designed a corpulence that uttered traveling, and was eaten out of the face of the planet in a limited while right following his discovery by gentleman. His relative, the rock dove, who'd to flee the chasing hawk or perish, created but retains a power of wing which is famous around the world.To find additional details on this please dig this. At the same manner some other species, notably a number of the rails, by adopting a carefree lifetime, have forfeited flightand now face extermination if some active enemy invades their haunts. The most hawks, which we have been now , have made our grouse and quail what they are. Close students of the area additionally recognize that the amazing significance of hawks from removing game animals suffering from infectious diseases. Just a small thought should convince people of the fallacy of this debate the diminishing ranks of our game critters are the consequence of depredation by hawks, an idea that's become the foundation of most of the prejudice directed toward them. In case this were well founded then the decimation of the hunters would have caused a gain in match birds.In real truth the two hawks and match possess diminished concurrently, and also from exactly the very same primary bring about. For example of the destruction of harmless hawks under mere sensing, there can be cited an item only published in the report of advancement within an evaluation of methods for increasing quail. Up to thirty marsh hawks had been frequenting roosting regions from the match addresses, and so approximately 1 / 2 of these were taken. Subsequently over one million of the castings of the birds have been analyzed, each signifying dinner with the result that the stays of 4 quail had been observed, whereas a lot more than 2 hundred dishes had comprised one or even cotton rats, which eat the eggs of the quail. Really the announcement is highlighted that the majority of the opponents of those quail are the destroyers of its foes.The nighttime bird that is described being a Frequent Nighthawk is not a hawk in any way, but also a Nightjar. The title derives from the fact that the man makes a exact loud'jarring' call. All these 10" jay-sized birds have plumage that is indeed well camouflaged it renders them almost undetectable once they are nesting around the ground. They like to use gravel on which to rest and also build their nests. Nightjars additionally utilize dry grass and leaf litter, which hides their brown and gray mottled feather coloring perfectly.Nature also has given the nightjars' eggs with camouflage by creating grayish brown scrawling marks all around the off-white egg-shells. Mama nighthawk incubates the eggs all by herself. Preventing the nest emptied at the early day and afternoon, the feminine nightjar ventures outside to collect pests on that to feed, whilst her male counter part watches from a position never far away. He will finely lure off any prospective predators. Surprisingly, regardless of the typical nighthawk's custom of nesting on the ground, they are remarkably long-lived. The normal life span for a nightjar is 5 years, which is quite a while in bird years.After 18 times have passed, and the younger nightjars hatch. Now they're totally coated with fluffy down feathers. This really can be when the male measures in to help feed the younger hatchlings. Flying pests comprise their whole diet and are pre digested and then regurgitated with their own ma ma and papa.If the infants are jeopardized by almost some other predator, including individuals, ma-ma nighthawk pulls a nifty trick out of her bag and acts like she was hurt. She is good at this action which the predator is tempted to move off out of her nestlings since she clumsily blows off a brief distance away. After the intruder was taken enough by the nest, ma-ma nighthawk flies off usually. Nightjars are all about foraging at dusk, twilight and in moon light. Additionally they hunt as darkness turns to dawn. Their highly sensitive crimson reddish eyes tend not to require plenty of light as a way to locate their prey. In fact, too much light can blind them into your own foodstuff. In case the current weather is wet or snowy, nighthawks revert to a country of torpor to reserve their power. When problems are favorable to good searching, they take to the skies all over again. Nighthawks forage only on the wing. Once they restthey lay length wise across a branch or right on a lawn. Their feet are so tiny and their legs really long as to be not quite ineffective to them.The telephone of a nightjar can be a high-pitched'spee-spee-spee' sound that I have heard often when I am out throughout bliss. During a night of trying to find insects like moths and mosquitoes, even a nighthawk can rid us of thousands of pests. Their mouths are deceptively large and open very wide while they scoop the air for all types of traveling bugs. As they want more open spaces near forests in which insects are plentiful, nightjars are one of the very first ever to take advantage of a freshly burnt forest region. These areas afford a very good background due to their bright colors, thus helping them combine in to that environment additional easily.The decline of common nighthawks has been brought about partly with using pesticides, deficiency of habitat in which to hunt, and also the deficiency of their favorite nesting sites. That are the older style apartment lava roof. The other exact obvious rationale is that their habit of earth nesting and resting makes them much more at risk of predators such as owls, falcons and hawks.When their instinct tells them to go for warmer climes at South America, they shape flocks at times numbering in the tens of thousands Their migratory travel starts in mid July as the nightjars take the own time to stop and eat on the way. If they spot a river or marshland about sunsetthey are going to pause to eat their fill and re-energize, subsequently continue their very lengthy trek southward. Nighthawks return to the united states and Canada around February with the very same leisurely method.Common nighthawks also have been referred to as'bull bats' because of their nightly . However, they don't use echo location as snakes do to find prey. Nightjars have likewise obtained the strange name of'goatsuckers'. 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May we have a recap, please? :)

**spoilers for panic at the art show and home for the holidays**

OK people. I actually don’t have a ton of commentary on these two so I’m gonna try and keep it (relatively) short and sweet [Edit from Future Me: Failed Step 1].

Also, iirc, this is the week Dropout starts streaming new Fantasy High eps on Wednesdays which is very dope and I am very excited for. I probably won’t do full on recaps like I do for normal eps because, lbr, I don’t strictly have the time to be recapping these eps at all and it’s pure stubbornness that keeps me from making wiser time management decisions. But, rest assured, if I have an Opinion, you will hear it whether you want to or not.

Anyway, on with the show.

Last recap, I mentioned that this ep was giving me Aelwen house party vibes and now it reminds me of that ep in another way: Everyone rolled like TRASH almost the entire ep. It was so frustrating! They barely got any hits in until like halfway through the ep.

(Aw man, I just realized I’m gonna have to remember which spelling of Aelwen is correct again now that FH is coming back.)

I love how Murph is immediately like, “I need to make sure my wife doesn’t die during this fight avenging her fictional husband.”

Isabella also has Aelwen’s trick of poofing around the battlefield which is annoying as hell (ha) for the group.

Siobhan hilariously casts fear on Priya just to be spiteful. I thought she was doing it to help the evac process but no. It was a purely spiteful action. Bless.

When Kug turns into an ape he, of course, turns into *the* NY ape, King Kong.

“I roll a nat 20 on an epic shit.”

When Brennan was describing Kingston’s spectral New Yorker Guardians I was already thinking about that one part of Spiderman 2 (the OG Toby Mac version) and then he straight up said, “You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us,” and I lost it.

“Deny the stairs the pleasure of my feet.” Emily is a poet.

I want to know what makes a pigeon spicy more than anything.

The fact that Brennan killed Ox AGAIN and then immediately looked into the camera and let the audience know the dog was fine because he clearly Oracle stared into the future between eps and saw the entire internet sharpening their pitchforks was so funny.

About midway through the ep, Pete tries and fails to send Isabella back to hell and Isabella starts monologing about her plans and connection with Robert Moses (she stole the list from Santa and is/was gonna marry Moses apparently). I wonder if Brennan was like, “These players are for sure gonna murder her without getting any useful info out of her unless she goes full Bond Villain right now.”

And, proving my point, Emily immediately does 56 points of damage, royally f-ing Isabella up.

This is a really civilian heavy fight which feels weird in a way the FH fights never did. Like, these aren’t even civilians who live in an adventuring town in a fantasy world. These are just normal ass civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Pete fails a wild magic roll after failing to teleport into the building and then gets a choice of getting really strong (which prob would have let him bust down the door) or to teleport in (which is what he does and exactly what he wanted). Very clutch when the dice rolls play into the story like that.

Kingston lightning bolts Isabella’s hair off which is just malicious but also totally called for.

On her next turn, Sophie gets hurt on purpose to get low enough to activate her ring, lets her hair burn for long enough to shorten it to a cute bob, insults Isabella, then knocks her tf out.

I love that Emily took one of her teeth (a seemingly crazy move) and when called out by Lou was like, “It’s a link to Robert Moses” (a completely reasonable answer). That’s the Axford one-two punch.

I didn’t mention it before but, Willie the golem is here, first immobile but then brought back by Misty. Post fight, he says he was somehow brought here by one of the evil factions of the city and says they’ll talk about it later. Also, Misty makes out with him (DON’T KINKSHAME HER).

With a high insight roll, Kingston is able to deduce that the group was ambushed (though not by Priya) and that their victory was a really important one for the fate of the city.

(Sidenote: The amount that Pete is Over Priya in this ep is so funny.)

Back at Wally’s (which is where Kug is now staying) Wally has gotten Kug a dog bed to sleep in and fancy charcuterie cheese because he and Ricky are the only pure-hearted people in NYC.

At the same time, Pete and Kingston have a very sweet heart to heart and then settle down at Kingston’s place to chill and listen to jazz. Idk how else we expected this to resolve, considering this is a Brennan Lee Mulligan DM’d show where the sacred pillars are Teamwork, Friendship, Communication, and Making up an NPC on the Fly Because One of Your PC’s Decided to do an Insane Thing.

Next up is the Christmas ep and Brennan, Emily, and Zac are in sweaters for the occasion.

Well,actually it’s the 21st and Emily immediately clocks that that’s the solstice.

Are cookies the good carb?/Absolutely not. But have fun with your life. (I love Ricky’s soft jock energy.)

“I run deliveries,” Pete says to Kingston’s parents, not technically lying but also not being completely truthful. Misty would be proud.

Going over to Misty, it seems pretty clear at this point (and it’s confirmed in the promo for next ep) that Misty’s fairy business is some kind of de-aging/reincarnation for herself. I wonder how many of these she’s done so far. She said she’s been around for, what? 200, 300 years? Assuming she’s been doing then reincarnations at about 65-70 years old and she reincarnates to around 25? Maybe 6 times? Idk. Just spitballing.

Saucer of milk to keep the faeries from stealing her (non-existing) children. Faerie lore is wild y'all.

Did you take another level of warlock?/Yeah bitch.

The fact that since Sophie has joined a monastery, she’s only taken Warlock levels and no Monk levels is very funny from a story perspective. It’s like, she finally comes to this sacred place to be trained to her full potential and she’s just spending what should be her sparring time playing with her cat in exchange for spells. Wild.

Emily’s cat-like, self-satisfied grin when Brennan is like, “So you just jerry-rigged yourself clairvoyance powers, huh?” is so good.

And she did it on the fly because Emily Axford is winning D&D. There are no points but she’s winning.

So, uh, Emily does, two things, very in character right after the other:

Thing number one: She send her unseen servant to spy on her family. Her dad seems hardline, “F, Dale. Whatever. Family first. She needs to get over it.” On the other side of the spectrum is her mom who is very upset about the whole affair with her siblings falling in the middle.

The second thing she does, very casually I might add, is have her unseen servant BURN DOWN HER HOUSE SO SHE CAN COMMIT INSURANCE FRAUD.

EMILY

Everyone loses their minds and rightfully so. What a wild-ass swing that no one could have seen coming. I love it.

“I look in my backpack which is now my home[…]"

I almost forgot that Ricky was a fire fighter who would not abide that nonsense until Brennan decided to cut to him.

Ricky just dolphin swims across the Hudson in 2.5 mins to go put out the fire that Sophie set. Amazing.

Ally mocking Emily/Sophie: Truthfully, I don’t know what happened.

"I love John McClane, because he loves his wife.” WALLY

Wally: Oh we’re gonna tell a lie on Christmas.

“This is what winning looks like.”

I would really like to know what trace stuff what on the drugs Pete got from 7 but Ally rolled too low to figure it out.

“I disassociate fully."

Well it took him a long ass time but glad to have Pete on the selling drugs to kids is bad train. Choo-choo, dude.

7 saying you can hack in real life in reference to his AK-47 has the same energy as Hardison using the word hack in literally any semi-weird episode of Leverage.

SOCIAL MEDIA IS VOLUNTARY PANOPTICON

So Kug goes with Wally to David’s house disguised as a dog and, despite that, blurts out that he’s his dad immediately. Well, he tries to. The Umbral Arcana stops him, unfortunately.

"I lick my son’s face.” KUUUUG.

Sophie showing up with a raw goose and hellish rebuking it is so metal and it’s a shame no one got to appreciate it.

Me when Sophie’s Mom changes into black top in solidarity for Sophie’s mourning: F EVERY OTHER NON-SOPHIE BICICLETA. I RESPECT YOU.

Kingston is hustling very hard to get his man Pete a job which is a very Kingston move. That’s how guys like that show affection.

Didn’t mention it before but Kingston’s parents and Mom specifically adopting Pete is very cute.

Sidenote: Idk what 7 was talking about Pete trying to stay low profile. He wears a cowboy hat (now a ZEBRA STRIPED one, courtesy of Kingston). I think the subtlety train has sailed my guy.

Esther shows up at the firehouse, carrying presents for her mom and grandma and looking for Ricky. The says that she’s kinda dealing with something and it feels good to be around him (beat) magically speaking. Sure. I’m gonna keep my Hercules soundtrack on hand just in case anyway.

I think Ricky is the only person who, with no pretense, could give his crush a sexy calendar featuring him.

Anyway, turns out Esther’s mom and grandma are the furies of Tompkins Square and she’s fated to join them or something.

Esther causally: I defy you, I defy the prophecy.

The fury thing would explain why Esther’s mom would have cursed Kug. They are famously magical punishers.

Ricky is a magically certified Good Boy but we been knew.

Zac’s restraint to respect Esther’s personal boundaries in lieu of getting a lore drop to stay true to Ricky’s character is amazing. Mad props.

So we slide over to Misty’s Christmas party which Stephen Sondhein is attending and him having a character card kinda killed me.

There’s a post on tumblr somewhere about playing faerie incapability for impoliteness against a vampires need to be invited in and that’s what I thought about when Moses and his vamp friends showed up at Misty’s house.

Robert tries to talk Misty into striking a deal with him for protection from Titania. She’s very much not having it.

“You know Robert, I love a comedy and I love a farce. I’d like to remind you of who it is that started this and it’s not me and it’s not my friends but I can assure you Robert Moses that we will be the ones to end it if you do not. Do you understand me?” Damn. That’s a mic drop from Misty.

[As I’m editing this, I’m realizing I somehow lost a BIG chunk of text. I’m not gonna write it all up again but the Cliffnotes are as follows:

Between the Solstice and Christmas, the gang goes Grand Central Station to see the clockwork gnomes that live there because trouble is apparently afoot. Some size changing nonsense happens and Pete shoots a dog (with mini bullets, the dog is fine). Lou is enchanted even though Kingston is not (a common theme with him). Ally and Emily are on the same nonsense wavelength (as usual).

There are dope magical dragon trains under Grand Central Station that go to the shadow realm which is a place I’d like to know about. Kingston has never seen these trains before even though you’d really think he would have.

Murph says Gnome Rights which is wild if you know what Naddpod is like.

Anyway, the high priestess of the gnomes passed out the other day and they figure out it was due to pixie magic which is suspicious. They also know they pixies have access to a “time stone” which leads me to believe that it’s Brennan and not Aguefort who thinks that Chronomancy is the most powerful magic of all.

Sophie and Jackson go to Dale’s grave on Christmas. Jackson explains that the Order of the Concrete Fist is basically a literal school of hard knocks. A counterbalance to all the reach for the stars dreaminess that comes with NYC.

Dale was their chosen one who was supposed to stop the monastery from falling when some unspecified badness crossed over to this side, but when he went to the place where he was supposed to get guidance, there was no one there (clearly tying in to what Dale said to Sophie last time they talked. I wonder what she needs to get to the top of? Empire State maybe?).

Watching Murph watching Emily, his real life spouse, play at grief for her fictional husband and do some truly insane things is so funny because you can clearly see him thinking, “I am married to this woman,” which, in fairness, is probably the main thing he’s thinking when he’s playing D&D with Emily.

I’m probably missing something but that’s all I remember. Back to post-Christmas!]

So it’s opening night at Misty’s show and, somehow, Ricky’s first show ever.

I love that Don Confetti is there because of Siobhan’s offhanded comment for a handful of eps ago about him being a supporter of the arts.

Anyway, everything is going great until the second act when Titania busts in through the mirror which is *not* is storage as Misty requested but on stage. It’s a theater fight, y'all! And not the West Side Story kind although if that doesn’t come up I will be very surprised.

“Let’s kill Titania!” –Misty in the promo

Just going straight to 11, huh Misty?

See y'all then!

#dimension 20 #the unsleeping city #d20 #asks #kickmuncher3

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dalethesnail-blog-blog · 5 years ago

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I finally DMed for my Best Friend and his Wife. An open letter to under confident aspiring DMs

So I started D&D 7 years ago with my best friend, his wife, and his mother as our DM(she had serious DM mojo back in the day so her son convinced her to play with us, his wife did DM a session one night for shits and giggles). His Wife and I were new to the idea of d&d, I remember my only relationship to it was I knew a couple inside jokes from a few people I went to school with but I had no desire to try it until my best friend found out I hadn’t even tried it before.

We played 3.5 that first campaign, and I loved it. Freed a town from a tyrant, slated a wyvern and uncovered the secret backstory of one of our party members.

Eventually his life saw him headed to the east coast, and I, living on the west coast, was left to dream of playing another campaign with them someday or even continuing the one we already had(Azoth Drake my gestalt Knight/Fighter is immortalized in character sheet pdf form on my pc to this day). I can’t tell you how many ideas I had for settings and characters, how many homebrews I made with hopes I would show it off to my first d&d group one day.

One day we three reconnect and start playing a PS4 game online together, him, his wife and I that is. We decide next time we get a chance we will play a new 5e campaign(since I learned 5e and studied the books thanks to other d&d groups I recently played with in the past 2 years preferring those rules to 3.5 or pathfinder).

I get the news they are coming for New Years around September. I have months to work on things and I’m worried I will either overprepare and railroad them, or I’ll underprepare and it will be All Sunny in the Forgotten Realms(but in a bad way). Also CR, the hardest thing to do is make a fair CR for a party that is just two adventurers. We decided to do it gestalt(like our first campaign, just take two classes and get features from both each level, sounds complicated, really easy and it makes the player a bit overconfident despite still having a normal amount of health for their level and just one turn in combat) that way they can fit two roles of the party instead of having to play two characters or having me play a healbot for them. And my best friend loves the idea of making it a “Witcher” type campaign with bounties on monsters and a political plot in the overtones.

With New Years looming we tidy up the final loose ends as far as what we need to know about the world and the characters and I get the opportunity to write in a few new things for precise flavor. I even made a failsafe that I’m glad I had prepared in case of premature player character death(My interpretation of Terry Pratchett’s Death will meet them on the road to the afterlife and check one of many pocket watches, the particular one designed so that it reminds the character of themselves, he’ll then tell them their deity would be angry if he let them pass on before their time and direct them away from the light).

I got more than I bargained for for certain. They followed the first clues I gave them and solved the problems I posed in ways I didn’t expect, so I had to ad lib most of the first contract they had. At the end of it his wife’s character lobbed a rock at the fleeing commoner NPC that was the key to complete the quest, being capable of killing it with 1+ her strength mod damage. Still they came up with a way to make it work reasonably and I let them get paid.

The first night they roleplayed staying at a tavern inn. My best friend’s character off put by his traveling partner’s homicidal tendencies decided to sleep alone. His wife’s character stayed up all night partying and we rolled on the carousing table for the result. She apparently gambled and won a lot of money and became a local legend. We had a lot of fun roleplaying after that.

On the way out of town I rolled on a table for an encounter, 1d4 Goblins, and I rolled 1. 1 goblin, oh well,that’s all I would have them encounter then. I created a lovable scamp goblin who considers the roadside to be his personal kingdom, and I named him after the Tomb of Annihilation’s Queen Grabstab. They didn’t kill him despite his annoying posturing, in fact when he asked for a toll my best friend’s wife decided to toss him a gold peice, but more about him later.

The next contract I made too difficult, admittedly on purpose(not every story has to be a happy ending), they could certainly solve the mystery but getting the full amount involved saving children from an entire Night Hag coven that had already eaten them. They faced only one Night Hag and after a long battle the Night Hag retreated leaving the child they followed into the foggy marshes behind. Even then I had the payment come in the form of an IOU from that one child’s parents who weren’t able to scrounge more than a few copper at the time. They settled for a larger sum later. I plan on paying them more money the longer they give the family to earn it(and I want them to forget about it if possible so I can surprise them later with enough gold to get their characters something nice like 1d4x10 for every week they give them).

Then it happened, I underestimated 4 cultists and 3 cult fanatics. That battle was more brutal than the single Night Hag I had thrown at them before. The strategy could have used some work admittedly, they had ranged attack options they forgot about that could have been effective rather than getting overwhelmed by 7 weaklings. Also his wife didn’t move from the center of the dogpile, despite me giving her hints that she was the most logical person to attack for four out of seven enemies so long as she remained there, meaning she was taking a lot of damage every round, I was trying to convey the message without metagaming but she was confident that she could survive. Just before the end of combat her character died, a tense moment for me as I’ve never had a character die in one of my campaigns and her husband’s character managed to barely survive the final 2 enemies left after her death. He had 10 health and a new cart to carry his dead companion back to town with.

I continued the session by using my one time resurrection failsafe, I’m glad I thought ahead but I felt I had to really exaggerate that I prepared the way I would give them a chance to come back once they first died, honestly a party of two is easy to overwhelm. Hey, even all knowing gods can fuck up and install a reset button, even great DMs aren’t perfect? I don’t like fudging rolls so I had to think of a clever way to make it seem like Death itself(Kelemvor, if you will) was giving them mulligans.

Then we partied in the tavern again and her character once again made slightly less than a mountain of gold by gambling and my best friend’s character broke even. They found a royal missive asking for experienced adventurers to join an expedition to an island to investigate some strange goings on. They decide to head to a new location to hop on a boat headed for the island. On the way out of town they ran into Grabstab and allowed him to join them for the next part of the adventure.

They fought an ambush of giant wasps. Grabstab even delivered the killing blow to one of them. The fight was mostly interesting because it was on horseback while pulling a cart and the wasps could just barely close distance at full speed, it made for an action packed fight. The players even tried to get away at first, and their speed turned out to be the thing that saved them.

That was the session. I established a homebrewed world, had them hunt monsters that were in their own right the mystery to solve, I killed a PC, brought a PC back because of divine intervention(death is my employee and does what I want), and I gave them a companion character with a wacky personality.

We plan on continuing in discord, maybe in a month or two. I feel like I impressed them though, I could tell they were enjoying their time in my world.

In hindsight; convincing them to have a companion character would have been better to do sooner, I could have used it to save a character from death before having to blow a secret deus ex machina. Also, the cultists were searching for them in the background right after they entered the first town, I could have warned them that they were being hunted, it may have derailed things but at least the ambush would have been better justified. The Night Hag was a good fight, and the bleakness of the result of that quest could have been fixed, I’m thinking about having the Night Hag’s sisters strike back at some point and somehow they save more children than just the one. And I should be clear that a commoner has 4hp and a rock to the head can kill them.

If you’re ever interested in DMing I suggest you put yourself into it with the best intentions. Players will end up doing things you don’t expect, like holding their ground and fighting to their death, if you think you’re putting them in too much danger find a way to save them before they are dead, not after, I’m fine with the way I fixed it because it’s what I wanted to do eventually but I wanted to hold onto it for after a bigger fight than where I used it.

This experience was supposed to be my masterpiece but it really taught me that I have a long way to go before I’m we’re I want to be as a DM. But all the same, I appreciate my DMs more than ever. And if you are worried you might not be ready my advice is to try it out and be surprised. I wasn’t a failure, but I gotta work on this campaign for next time I run it, I know I can’t get it just right, and my players still seem invested. I can say that I’ve gotten pretty good at eyeballing the challenge rating of a fight at least. I could have killed both of them if I decided to put more than one Hag in the second quest and they reasonably could have beaten the cultists but one of them being overwhelmed without knowing it is something I didn’t see coming.

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Traveling...Ch.4

Chapter 3

A/N: Yeeeet! First chapter of December!

Wordcount: 1868

Warnings: Just language and being sad this time.

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Traveling in Secret

Dear scraped paper I stole from Alex,

I guess this is my first entry since everything I had worked on before technically doesn’t exist anymore? This is all getting more confusing by the second. It’s been about a week since I showed up here, and it seems that my calculations were a bit off. We’re still about two weeks or so away from when Lee is supposed to ride out ahead. No wonder everyone has been suspicious of me, I was giving out information that was only referenced by five people. They haven’t even finished the full idea yet and I tell them I know about it. If I didn’t have to be careful before, I sure as hell do now. I’m trapped in the most influential part of American history. The actual start of the country. This is going to be difficult. Things have also been a bit tense between me and Alex recently. Every night, he’s been trying to keep tabs on me. I know that he wants to know what happened, but I don’t think I can tell him. I don’t think I can tell anyone, at least I don’t want to. But I appreciate that he hasn’t told anyone else. It’s just not something I talk about, not anymore. I feel like I’m breaking just thinking about it. I think out of everyone, Alex would understand the most. This entry will have to be short, I have a lot of work to do.

I sigh, clutching my head in my head in my hands. For now, you were put in charge of organizing everything. You kept tabs on what people were doing, what they needed, and if we even had it. Basically, you were Mama’s personal assistant. If you weren’t sitting at this desk and going through papers, you were doing errands with Mama. No one calls her by her real name, you’re not even sure if anyone knows her real name. She’s just Mama. But that didn’t bother you, after all, is that not what you’re doing? Just as you were having that thought, you saw a splotch of dark blue in the sea of black forms coming towards you.

“Oh, Mr. Laurens, what are you doing here?” Honestly, you felt a bit uncomfortable around John. It wasn’t his fault, he was extremely kind. It was more of how he looked that got to you, as bad as that sounds.

“Mama asked me to make sure you take a break, and I can’t tell her no.” He smiled at you and gesture for you to follow him. “So, take a break with me.” Say no, you are allowed to say no, you aren’t obligated to do this!

“Thank you, a break is probably needed.” God damnit! Anxiety, why do you do this to me?! You reluctantly stand up from your seat, following close behind since it was impossible to walk side by side. When the two of you exited the tent, you were relieved to see that it was cloudy. The heat has been the worst about this, everyone else has even been saying it’s unusually hot as well. You picked up the pace a bit to walk next to John. He looks so much like Philip…

“Who’s Philip?” He asked curiously. WHY DO I KEEP DOING THAT?!

“Uh! No one, just an old friend of mine!” Is that why I get uncomfortable around him? John’s eyebrows furrow but he shrugs.

“So, Miss Titania-“

“I told you to call me Titania, Miss is too formal.” You corrected.

“Well, then you can’t call me Mr. Laurens. It’s just Laurens.” He retorted. You held in a laugh, you didn’t expect that from him.

“That sounded like sass, Mama would be very disappointed!” He smirked at your joke.

“What are you going to do? Tell on me?”

“No, I’m not a snitch.” John went silent for a moment.

“So, this is what you are truly like?” He asked, you didn’t exactly get what he meant.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, forgive me. That must have sounded rude. I just, have not gotten the chance to be around you, I was unsure of your personality.”

“I see, is that why you asked me to have my break with you?” You stopped walking. John scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Yes, well, that’s one of my reasons…” He chuckled, you raised an eyebrow.

“And what’s the other reason?” You questioned, crossing your arms. John’s eyes widened, as if he just remembered something.

“Right! I almost forgot!” He reached his hand inside his jacket, soon pulling something out. It was wrapped in a white cloth, so you couldn’t tell what it was. “This is for you.” He held it out and you took it reluctantly. You took an inquisitive look at it before unwrapping the cloth.

“It’s…a piece of bread.” You were oddly surprised.

“You and Alex are pretty similar. When he gets focused on something, he forgets to take care of himself. He’ll get so distracted that he won’t even realize that he’s hungry. I do this for him all the time!” He admitted. Is he really that nice? Now I feel bad…

“Laurens! We need a bit of help over here!” A voice called out from a few yards away. John nodded, dipping his head down apologetically.

“I am afraid my break must be cut short. Perhaps I’ll run into you at supper?” Before you could answer, the voice cawed once more, asking for John to hurry. With a roll of his eyes, he turned and began to head towards the man. “Goodbye for now, Titania.” He waved, his curls bouncing behind him.

“Bye…” You mumbled, looking back down at the bread. You tried to take a bite, assuming it would be impossible since all the bread here is as hard as a rock. To your astonishment, the bread was easy to bite into. It’s soft…and it tastes good?! You didn’t realize how hungry you were. You ended up scarfing down bread quickly. But then you had a second of realization. If he didn’t get that from here, then where did it come from? Suddenly, an arm linked with yours.

“Wh-“

“There is no time, Titania! The General wishes to see you immediately!” It was Alex, dragging you by the arm, to Washington’s tent.

“Wait! Wait! Alex! I’m not ready! Noooooo!” Alex shushed you before you came too close to the tent. He let go of you once you reached the entrance, motioning for you to go first. Taking a deep gasp of air, you took a step inside. He looked up from his desk, a map in front of him. You felt oddly guilty for breaking his concentration.

“Ah, Miss Taylor, please, sit down.” You looked behind you, you expected Alex to come in with you but he either left or was waiting outside.

“Yes sir.” You took a seat in a chair in front of his desk, you felt like you were in the principal’s office. “Is something wrong, sir? You haven’t called me in before…” He sensed your nervousness and quickly reassured you.

“Do not worry, I’m just going to ask you some questions.” NO! MY WORST FEAR! You tried to swallow your fears. He stood up, walking around you. This is an interrogation, I know what these look like… “When you first arrived, you told Colonel Laurens and Alexander that you knew of top secret plans that hadn’t left this very tent…how is it that you came upon such information.” God damnit! What do I say?!

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…” Way to be vague, Y/N! George’s eyes narrowed, urging you to continue. “I overheard it!” Good start!

“From who?”

“Y-You?” Today is not my day! A mixture of surprise, concern, and amazement poured into his pupils. “The day I talked to Laurens and Alex…wasn’t the first time I was here. I overheard you discussing the concept originally.” This is risky, but it’s all I’ve got right now…

“A spy.” He stated.

“Wh-What are you-“

“I’m talking about you.” His voice wasn’t cold, more analytical, focused. But you were panicking.

“No! I swear! I’m not a spy! I wou-“ He held up his hand to signal for you to be quiet.

“I believe you.” Wait…didn’t he just say I was a spy?! “I’m a General, I wouldn’t risk the safety of my army just for a random woman who appeared out of thin air. I was suspicious of you from the beginning.” Of…course he was… “That being said, you’re clearly no longer in league with the red coats-“

“But how do you know that?” Honestly, you were tired of some of this shit going on today.

“I’ve had Mama keep close tabs on you, she personally requested it. On top of that, you don’t fit the mold of an active spy. And I know because we have one here with us that I also had help me with this endeavor.” Hercules Mulligan…That sly bitch! “Spies lay low, don’t get involved, don’t cause a scene. They would never try to break into our ranks without joining first. They also wouldn’t make the scene as dramatic. And most importantly, they wouldn’t get as close as you have.” Close? “A spy will silently work their way through the day, avoiding making attachments. You, have been nothing but trusting. You go out of your way to prove yourself. You have exceptional skills on top of that. I may not agree with the crown, but they are not idiots. No way in hell they would send a wealthy woman to become a spy in this manner.” That’s right, woman were usually used as mistresses acquire information…on top of that, they’d never let a woman with a sliver of power taste freedom during this period. It would have been democratic suicide. “So that leaves one option…” The whole time, he had been walking around you, but now he came to a sudden stop to look down at you. “It was your idea to become a spy…what I can’t figure out is why.” It was a statement but you knew it was a question. Okay, you can do this. Just go with it.

“I was threatened. They were planning on killing me. It was the only thing I could come up with to let them spare me.”

“What was your crime?” He asked, not missing a beat.

“Being the daughter of a traitor.” You took a deep breath. “My father, he openly degraded the kingship. He was rallying protests in the streets. He was caught and…” These stories get harder to tell the longer I’m here… George nodded, he seemed to understand enough from what you were saying. And the few stray tears dancing off your lashes weren’t exactly incriminating you.

“You needn’t say anymore. Unfortunately, I cannot simply let you go with this information.”

“Wait! Please, I-“

“Let me finish. However, I can still make a deal with you.” A deal? “I will allow you continue your work here, as you clearly wish to do. On one condition…”

“And what is this condition?”

“You give us all the information you have on the British’s plans.”

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I. Telemachus

“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.”

Just kidding. There will be a surfeit of future opportunities for me to post entirely about Ulysses, my favorite novel, now that this blog has been created (and, in doing so, I have further sullied the Internet with my signature garrulity and pretentiousness). Instead, this post will merely dip into Joyce’s novel as a means to metaphor to justify the human rights violation that is my creation of this blog.

Until this past week, I had spent all of 2020, including These Unprecedented Times, in Chicago, away from my Boston home. Which, to be clear, isn’t something that gnawed at me terribly –– Chicago is a second home to me, I kept in regular touch with my family, and many of my friends live within a block of my apartment. But such ample time away from my home, coupled with the glut of idle time that the quarantine had bestowed upon me, engendered a state of constant and rigorous thinking (primarily out of boredom and secondarily out of a desire to justify my laziness kicking my journaling habit to the curb). And there was plenty to think about: starting from the summer of 2019, I moved into my first apartment, started my second year of college, dropped sixty pounds, went through a mental health crisis, saw the Patriots get knocked out in the first round of playoffs for the first time since 2010, and plenty more –– all before the pandemic! But it was my encounter with a specific class reading in early May that precipitated my perspective shift.

In 2004, sociologist Jamie Lew published the study “The ‘Other’ Story of Model Minorities: Korean-American High School Dropouts in an Urban Context.” As its name implies, the paper analyzes how socioeconomic backgrounds, social capital, and school resources affect Korean-American youths’ educational achievement and aspiration. Being a first-generation Korean immigrant who predominantly grew up in a lower-middle class environment and struggled with the education system as a result of institutional barriers, I found that the words of the students interviewed in Lew’s study resonated with me deeply. For over half of my life, I grew up in diverse and working-class environments, and I thus regarded wealthier people –– especially wealthier white and Asian-American people –– as distinct “others.” However, when I started to attend school in a district that was predominantly white and affluent, I found my frame of reference to be at odds with my environment and quickly came to feel less supported and more alienated. At one point in Lew’s study, a student named Ken reports that he uses “slangs” while his wealthier peers use “proper” and “white” language. He goes on to assert that the more affluent Korean-Americans that he interacts with at church are “white” because they talk and act “proper.”

This passage dredged up a vivid memory of mine from middle school, when I had just started attending school in the more affluent district. The ever-so-eager student –– boy, have times changed –– I frantically raised my hand to give an answer in history class. As I commenced with what I thought to be a prodigious display of my intellectual prowess, a white classmate of mine sharply interjected: “Why do you talk like that?”

I want to make it clear that this was not bullying. I was relatively popular among my peers because of my gregarious and jocular demeanor, and this boy’s query was posed, I believe, out of genuine yet amused confusion as opposed to prejudicial malice. Yet, that remark certainly “killed my vibe,” so to speak, and I meekly sputtered through the rest of my answer, blowing the tires on my genius analysis of the Peloponnesian War and, more importantly, my sense of “fitting in.” The way I talked –– an idiosyncratic mixture of slang and immigrant and native Bostonian dialects –– was looked upon and singled out as weird by my peers, including other Korean-American kids. I believe that, in retrospect, this was the moment that I began to make subconscious efforts to assimilate into the dominant culture. With every passing year, my circle of friends grew richer and whiter. I began to listen to their music, watch their TV shows, and go to their parties; it was like some reversed 21st century satire of Jacob Riis’s How the Other Half Lives. It followed that I was not particularly happy in high school, although I could never put my finger on why.

Going to college, I think, let me break free of this Sisyphean camouflaging act; I no longer needed to incarcerate my identity to achieve social capital. When I came back from my first year of college, I got lunch with one of my best friends from high school. She had not seen or heard me for an entire year at that point, and while we were talking, she suddenly remarked: “You talk differently.”

Cue flashbacks to middle school history class.

Sensing that she hit a nerve, she clarified. “No, it’s not in a bad or weird way. You just seem more… natural. More happy.”

All of these memories –– when my family first moved to Boston, middle school history class, my high school prison, and that summer lunch with my friend –– flooded back to me like a torrential typhoon as I pored over this class reading (remember when we first started talking about that all those paragraphs ago?).

Ever since that reading incited such a visceral response from deep within my memory and consciousness, I have been wrestling with the idea of “home” –– “home,” in the sense of something that you came from, something that you have always known, and something that you will return to. After all this time, after becoming a wayward wanderer in high school, bouncing from façade to façade, I believe that I have finally begun my journey home. I am no longer ashamed of who I am or where I’ve come from; I am running towards my roots instead of running away from them.

This is where Ulysses comes in. The whole novel is intimately intertwined with themes of recurrence, inevitability, birth, and homecoming. Leopold Bloom leaves his home on the morning of June 16 after eating “with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls” with the sinking fear that his wife Molly is inviting over a suitor for a torrid tryst. A wayward wanderer of his own, Bloom roams the streets of Dublin for the entire day as part of his own “Odyssey,” seeking out every single possible distraction from his crumbling marriage but always finding his thoughts returning to it. However, after a certain series of events –– which include a hallucinogenic dream-like sequence in a brothel in which he transforms into a woman –– Bloom comes to the realization that to fix his marriage, he must confront it head-on rather than shrink away from it forever. The last three chapters of the novel (often referred to as νόστος, or “Nostos,” alluding to the Homeric theme of returning from Troy by sea) exemplify his epiphany, as he climbs into bed with his wife at the end of the day and falls asleep peacefully, with nothing but a black dot on the page representing his tranquil singularity.

I know I’m doing nothing to alleviate suspicions of me being a pretentious douche with delusions of grandeur when I say that I believe that I, too, am now telling my “nostos.” I’m finding my way home after a long day in which I’ve been running from the inevitable, thinking about where I came from and what has made me the person I am today. Which, you know, isn’t really much, considering I’m just a normal college student. But I’m bored and, like I said, I’ve gotten too lazy to physically journal.

This blog is called “Longest Way Around” in reference to a famous quote uttered by Bloom in the novel’s “Nausicaa” chapter: “Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.” I could’ve titled this blog “Shortest Way Home,” but I elected not to do that primarily because that’s the title of Pete Buttigieg’s autobiography and secondarily because I haven’t found my way home just yet. I’m still on the “longest way round,” so it’s a work in progress –– one that this blog will hopefully document and lend clarity to.

Also, it’s the “longest way round” because I’m a verbose ass and every post will probably be a goddamn tome.

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Dylan’s Reading of Ulysses, post #1

While I don’t post on here very often (read: never), the idea has just occurred to me to catalog here my reading of James Joyce’s Ulysses, as it seems a monumental step in my literary career. Without sounding too pretentious, I expect Ulysses, beginning now in my first read-through of it, to become and continue to be an important part of my literary life. Here I am reading it for the first time, as a Sophomore in college, an English major who may or may not be well-equipped to grasp Joyce’s multifaceted meaning. And it might be fun if other first-time readers of the text stumble upon what I hope to be a series of posts, and compare their experience to mine. Though this post, perhaps, will be mostly background information, useless stream of consciousnesses that may provide insight into why I’m reading Ulysses at all.

So I’ve read a little Joyce before. At some point during my high school experience I picked up a copy of Dubliners from my school library and, though I don’t think I read through the entire thing, enjoyed it quite a lot. For my AP Lit class Senior year, I read perhaps 80% of Portrait of the Artist… but I began to find it boring after some time and put it down. I didn’t do any Joyce reading until Spring semester of my Freshman year (last year), by then, perhaps through an affinity for Fitzgerald and Kafka, decidedly a modernist scholar. In my Process, Prose, and Pedagogy class, taught by Modernist scholar himself, Vassar College Writing Center Director Matt Schultz, Ph.D., we had a team-teaching exercise that centered around a passage of the momentous Finnegan’s Wake. Reading part of ‘The Wake’, Joyce’s murkiest, most inaccessible work, reminded me of my pull toward Joyce. Many people, even scholars, dismiss Joyce’s work for being maddeningly futile, and warn readers against looking for meaning in his apparent gibberish. But, of course, Joyce is an Eliot modernist, a Gertrude Stein modernist, who adventurously seeks to divorce meaning from language and marry them again, changed and often unrecognizable. This is the major frustration of reading Joyce. It’s also the major thrill.

I, too, have adventurous plans that in some sense necessitate that I begin Ulysses now. In the fall I plan to study abroad abroad at Trinity College Dublin, if I get accepted, under famous Joyce scholar Sam Slote. I’d like to take at least half of his class, Ulysses in Contexts. The novel is indeed a novel of Dublin, and to study it in Dublin would be a dream come true. But I should read the damn thing first.

Further, by sheer coincidence, I am reading Ulysses now for a class. I somehow forgot to register for Amitava Kumar’s New Journalisms class, and elected to add Heesok Chang’s Modern British and Irish Novels class. Shortly after registering, I got an email from Prof. Chang that we would be reading Ulysses as part of the syllabus. While technically we don’t start reading it until next week (and continue it into April), I decided to get a little ahead because I’m, frankly, excited about it.

Tonight after reading a lot of Ford Maddox Ford’s The Good Soldier. (AMAZING! Also for Prof. Chang’s class), I decided to jump into Ulysses and read the first chapter, or episode. That takes me to page 20 in my edition, The Gabler Edition, of the book.

I probably don’t have a lot of intelligent or articulate thoughts at this point. The first chapter, it seems, serves to introduce the characters of Buck Mulligan, Stephen Dedalus, and, to a lesser extent, Haines. Not a lot necessarily happens in the first chapter, but we seem to learn a lot about Dedalus in particular. Black Mulligan has a few names for Dedalus, first “Jesuit”, then more frequently “Kinch” (the sound a knife makes and also a Scottish term for a noose). D. is also often referred to as a Bard, and he is alluded to as often melancholy. We learn as well the D.’s mother his dead, that he is rumored to have killed her, and that he refused to kneel and pray on her deathbed despite her dying wishes. Dedalus seems rather unmoved by Mulligan’s constant mocking, as well as Haines honest and direct inquiry. Haines is the newcomer at D. and M.’s shared tower, but Joyce suggests that D. is the sole moneymaker of the trio. D. seems to pay the rent, pay the milk, and buy the boys drinks at the end of the night. While portrayed by Mulligan as a frivolous poet, D. seems somber, and uniquely concerned with their bills. At the end of the chapter, the three men go to a creek to bathe, though D. seems to change his mind, leaving his companions without so much as wetting his feet.

The general happenings of this chapter are clear, but what remains most unclear is the occasional appearance of an unknown narrator. Is it Telemachus, Odysseus’s son after which the first chapter is named? Is it Leopold Bloom, the novels (questionably) main character? Perhaps it is an extension of D.’s stream of consciousness? I don’t quite know.

What you’re left with in the end of chapter one is an image of a haunted Stpehen Dedalus, incurably melancholy and ravaged by visions of his dead mother. He doesn’t seem to enjoy the company of the men he lives with. He reflects, at the end of the chapter, that “I will not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.” Is this an allusion I do not know? The final word of the chapter, “Usurper”, is a mystery too.

And here I plan to listed to the first few episodes of a podcast, the late Frank Delaney’s Re:Joyce http://blog.frankdelaney.com/2010/06/re-joyce-episode-0-introduction-to-james-joyces-ulysses.html . Hoping for illumination that’s not too scholarly or overbearing for now. I plan to write again when I read the next chapter/episode.

(terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus)

#ulysses #joyce #lit #literature #english #irish #reading #blog #blog post #my post #mine #my blog post #og #dylan write #personal

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Historical Hour With Hilary: 1x10

It’s been a couple weeks, so you can get up to speed here. But what we definitely want to do is head to September 25, 1780, and the most famous traitor in American history (justified or otherwise) for a whole lotta revelations about the Capture of Benedict Arnold...

It’s no secret that this is my favorite episode, and perhaps it’s then no surprise that the history that surrounds it is so fascinating (and terrifying): a mix of eighteenth-century parlor intrigue, Revolutionary War spy rings, plotted betrayals, secret societies, and much, much more, including some major connections to the present day. But it’s also the episode where we discover, alas, that the Time Team (or at least the screenwriters) Did Not Think This Through, and really should have figured this out at least eight episodes ago. I love that Rittenhouse is based on real history, and especially one guy, but, well. When it’s taken your heroes ten episodes to realize something that could have been solved in five minutes with a quick Google search, that, my friends, is called a plot hole. I will overlook it for the sake of things, but yes.

First things first: Benedict Arnold, the second man in Western history (after Judas Iscariot) whose name has become synonymous with “traitor.” (And zomgz, he betrayed America that’s really bad. /clutches pearls/). As Lucy points out in the episode, however, his reasons for doing so were complicated. The Battles of Saratoga in 1777 are cited in every single account of the Revolution as the turning point to victory for the Americans, and they were only won because of the nearly single-handed, overwhelmingly heroic efforts of Arnold. A monument to his wounded leg exists on the battlefield, and as we also see in the episode, it never fully healed. Congress didn’t recognize Arnold’s efforts, he was passed over for promotion, and he disapproved of the proposed alliance with the French. He had spent a great deal of money on the cause already and was hard up for funds, and his young second wife, Margaret “Peggy” Shippen Arnold, was a devoted Tory (and was almost certainly involved in helping him come up with the treason plan). It was on 23 September 1780 when the British spy with whom Arnold had been corresponding, Major John Andre, was caught and the plot to turn West Point over to the British was revealed, forcing Arnold to flee. On 25 September, he wrote to Washington pleading for mercy for Peggy, but he had of course made a grave mistake in jumping ship for the losing side, and the victorious Americans made sure to thoroughly revile him down the years. (Arnold’s family papers are now in Harvard University special collections.)

The technique that the Time Team uses to chase Arnold into enemy territory (pretending to be defectors as well) was the actual one used by John Champe, the man sent after Arnold on the orders of George Washington and his close associate, Henry “Light-Horse Harry” Lee, a talented cavalry officer from a prominent Virginia family. In one of the most monumental cases of irony in hindsight in history, Henry Lee is probably more familiar as the father of... Robert E. Lee. Yep. That Robert E. Lee. Let’s just let this sink in for a second. Robert E. Lee’s father helped George Washington try to catch a talented, high-profile general who had traitorously turned against his country during a war. (Henry Lee also gave the famous eulogy of Washington at his funeral in 1799.)

Awkward.

The Culper Ring of spies actually did play some part in the attempted apprehension of Arnold, as well as serving as Washington’s sophisticated intelligence network throughout the war, using code names, dead drops, encrypted messages, and other familiar tools of espionage to pass information through their associates in Long Island. So yes, they had a spy on the inside, that’s right... Hercules Mulligan! (Also: Mulligan’s slave, Cato, was one of the Culper Ring’s trusted agents as well, and no, he was not a free man. Just in case you forget that, you know, the Founding Fathers were slaveholders. Mulligan did, however, help found the New York Manumission Society with Alexander Hamilton and John Jay in 1785, so... he’s got that going for him?)

And now, therefore, we reach the Big Problem with this episode: David Rittenhouse (and not that he’s, at least in Timeless-verse, a horrible creeper). Because frankly, I gotta call serious, serious BS on a) Lucy not knowing about this guy to start with, and b) everyone being aware that “Rittenhouse” was a big part of whatever’s happening, but apparently not bothering to do so much as five minutes of a Google search. Because that would have answered their question right away, they could have headed to the eighteenth century, gotten this done much more efficiently, and... yes. I’m judging.

As noted in that link above, David Rittenhouse was a famous astronomer, clockmaker, inventor, philosopher, professor at the University of Pennsylvania (there is the David Rittenhouse Laboratory on campus, and the popular Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia) and was widely admired by Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and others. He made a beautiful orrery (model of the universe) that’s still on display at UPenn. You can join the Rittenhouse Astronomical Society, and there’s a crater named Rittenhouse on the moon. He clearly exists in the Timeless verse, in his proper historical moment, so what, Lucy, who knows everything about even obscure American historical events, just... doesn’t know about this guy at all? Even if we allow that fictional Rittenhouse may have tried to suppress records about itself post-1780, David had already given a lecture to the American Philosophical Society on February 24, 1775 that so impressed them that copies were ordered printed out and distributed to the delegates of the Constitutional Convention. In it, Rittenhouse muses on the possibility of extraordinary achievements in the name of mankind, and also (unlike his slave-owning fictional counterpart) decries slavery, in the context of imagining the possibility of contact with aliens from other planets:

Our religion teaches us what philosophy could not have taught, and we ought to admire with reverence the great things it has pleased divine Providence to perform, beyond the ordinary course of nature [such as time travel, one wonders?] for man, who is undoubtedly the most noble inhabitant of this globe. [...] Happy people! and perhaps more happy still, that all communication with us is denied. We have neither corrupted you with our vices, nor injured you by violence. None of your sons and daughters, degraded from their native dignity, have been doomed to endless slavery by us in America, merely because their bodies may be disposed to reflect or absorb the rays of light, in a way different from ours. (pp. 565-66).

Hmm. It’s hard to escape the feeling that poor ol’ Dave Rittenhouse has gotten a bit of the shaft in Timeless’ version of him (though that lecture is definitely creepy in the eighteenth-century-idealism way if you read it through). Rittenhouse seems considerably based on the Illuminati (yes, they’re real too), a secret society founded in Bavaria in 1778, and which was considered to really get going in 1780, the way Rittenhouse is in Timeless canon. It held to the same project of wanting its members to benevolently exercise power from the shadows for the betterment of all humankind (and thus their “illumination” or enlightenment). It was quickly suppressed, and almost immediately accused of plotting to overthrow various governments, as the eighteenth-century version of Alex Jones would like to tell you in his 1798 book, Proofs of a conspiracy against all the religions and gouvernments of Europe, carried on in the secret meetings of Free Masons, Illuminati, and Reading Societies. They were also blamed for inciting the French Revolution, in the 1801 On the Influence Attributed to Philosophers, Free-masons, and to the Illuminati, on the Revolution of France.

Conspiracy theories! Ah, those go way back. So, Rittenhouse isn’t real, right? Just a fictional version of a small group of powerful and dangerous crazy guys who control America today, and that’s not actually...

Oh, shit.

The “Fellowship” or “the Family,” the subject of an absolutely terrifying 2008 book by award-winning journalist and Dartmouth professor Jeff Sharlet, is the most powerful right-wing (and I mean hard right wing) conservative Christian political lobby group in Washington. They are just like Rittenhouse, but you know, real: they take a vow of secrecy, no public information is available from them, they count a huge number of American senators/congressmen, corporate executives, government officials, and international politicians among their ranks, they feel they are above the law, and they’ve been responsible for funding dictators and bloody regimes throughout the world. Remember Uganda’s heinous “Kill The Gays” bill? Yeah, that was them. The Family is described as “anti-labor, anti-gay, and pro-life. It is also anti-communist, but not necessarily a firm believer in democracy. Rather, it favors a totalitarianism for Christ, a sort of Christian theocracy. In foreign policy, it promotes a “soft” U.S. expansionism.”

The Los Angeles Times attempted to examine their membership and other document records (before the archives were sealed) and corroborated many of the claims in Sharlet’s book (and the Harper’s article he released before it). That bastion of radical left-wing journalism, Newsweek, wrote in September 2009:

The Fellowship, as this group is called, has the slimmest scrap of a Web site. Nothing about its organizational structure is visible to the public: not its board of directors, nor its executive team, nor its mission statement, nor its 200 subsidiary ministries, nor its national or global membership. (For, as its surrogates tell me, there are no "members.") [...] The Fellowship is 75 years old. It organizes the National Prayer Breakfast, an annual event attended by 3,000 people from all over the world who pay hundreds of dollars per ticket to pray, ecumenically, with the president himself. Some of the world's most powerful people are included in its circles—as regulars or merely occasional participants. It flies business and political leaders abroad to meet with other "friends"— heads of state and local despots—in the name of Jesus. But it is in the midst of a PR crisis: Sharlet has leveled certain substantive charges that demand answers.

Defenders of the “Family” insist it’s a completely innocuous Christian advocacy group, certainly not like those crazies Focus on the Family or Christian Coalition, that promotes cross-party unity and prayer, and that this is all a paranoid left-wing view of their activities. Having read Sharlet’s book, I can concede there are times when he comes off pretty alarmist. But on the whole, his research is thorough, his conclusions are terrifying, and when the organization itself admits that’s pretty much what it does (it denied that it existed until 2009, which isn’t suspicious at all for your nice little Capitol Hill prayer group), and there’s bupkis that we can do about it, since it’s still going on right now... I mean?

Sleep tight, kiddies!

Next week: We head to the World’s Fair 1893, and the Devil in the White City.

#nbc timeless #timeless #timeless rewatch #timeless meta #historical hour with hilary #1x10

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baileysims7 · 7 years ago

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Hamilton Legacy

If you play it tag it to #hamiltonlegacychallenge so we can see it!

This was created by @baileysims7, @wolfette-sims, and @belle-718.

This is *loosely* based off the Hamilton musical and the real people.

You may use money cheats but not excessively.

You may live anywhere you would like unless it says in the rules.

For the first generation you have to start with basically nothing only the lot and 1,600 simoleons.

There are two ways to play this legacy.

Story mode: You do not have to complete the heir’s career or aspiration.

Gameplay Mode: You have to complete the heir’s career and aspiration unless stated otherwise.

The amount of children they have is just a suggestion.

*We used pronouns for the gender the person of each gen is based around. You can use any gender you want.*

Gen 1: Alexander Hamilton

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory”

“Turn around bend over i’ll show you where my shoe fits”

Alexander grew up poor and was an orphan for most of his life. He married someone wealthy and they had three kids. He cheats on his spouse multiple times until his friends find out and he publishes and book about it. Gets back together with his wife when his oldest child moves out.

-Career: Writer.

-Traits: Ambitious, Non-committal, Self-Assured.

-Aspiration: Serial Romantic.

-Children: 3.

-Complete Writing skill.

-Cheat on wife at least once.

-Publish a book about cheating on wife.

Gen 2: Angelica Schuyler

“Lookin’ for a mind at work, WERK”

Angelica Schuyler is a smart woman who wants to be apart of the Politician Career, but is never successful. She becomes a successful critic instead. She falls in love with her sibling’s spouse and has one child with them. She later marries a wealthy businessman/women/whomever and has one child with them. She is never satisfied with where she lives so she moves 3 times. When her youngest child becomes a teen, her and her spouse have to die.

-Career:Critic. -Traits: Clumsy, Jealous, Genius.

-Aspiration: Fabulously wealthy.

-Children: 2.

-Last kid is the Gen 3 heir.

-Moves 3 times.

-Have an object that is worth more than 8,000 simoleons. (you may not cheat for this)

Gen 3: Aaron Burr (Sir)

“TALK LESS SMILE MORE <3”

Has a hard life considering both his parents died when he was a teen. Him and his older sibling look after each other. He falls in love with a married woman (for opposing sports team). Has two kids. He makes a best friend when he is a young adult, later takes his best friend’s life when he is in his late adulthood. Never finishes business career only gets to level 9. At the end of his life he becomes wealthy.

-Career: Business.

-Traits: Family-Oriented, Hot-headed, Insane.

-Aspiration: Leader of the Pack, when he kills his best friend it changes to Public Enemy (you do not have to finish it even if playing in gameplay mode).

-Children: 2.

-Complete Logic skill.

-Have 5 good friends but lose them all after the death of your best friend.

Gen 4: King George

“I’ll send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love ( and you know I’ll kill your friends and family to remind you of my LOVE)

King George is king of sims land. He doesn’t listen to people’s ideas and only cares about himself. He has many children with lots of different people and a poor relationship with all of his kids. The only thing he has done in his life is boss people around (awesome, wow am I right)

-Career: Unemployed.

-Traits: Evil, Mean, and Lazy.

-Aspiration: Public Enemy.

-Children: 6.

-Complete Mischief skill.

-Have each child with a different person (unless multiples).

-Never gets married.

-Never make any “Friends”.

Gen 5: Eliza Schuyler

“I hope that you buuurn.”

Eliza is a strong willed person. She has a lot of siblings and children. She had to raise her siblings herself because her father was never around, he was too busy bossing the world around. She loves working with children and adopts two. (She makes an orphanage that’s why we are having her adopt). When she gets married she gets cheated on, but later forgives her spouse.

- Unemployed, but works with children in anyway she can.

- Traits: Family-Oriented, Good, Gloomy

- Aspiration: Big Happy Family or Super Parent.

-Children: 8.

-Argue with spouse when they cheat.

-Complete Parenting skill. (If you have Parenthood)

-Complete Cooking skill.

-Own at least 2,500 simoleons worth of kids toys/furniture.

Gen 6: George Washington

“One last time”

He had a lot of siblings, but never like being in a huge family. He married a woman with one child and had one of his own. He was liked from a young age and has many friends. Everyone in all of Willow Creek liked him throughout his life, and soon everyone in every sim world liked him! They like his points of view and want him governing the people.

-Career: Politician

-Traits: Loves Outdoors, Outgoing, Unflirty.

-Aspiration: Friend of the World

-Lives in Willow Creek.

-Complete Charisma skill.

-Have at least 10 good friends.

Gen 7: Thomas Jefferson

“What’d I miss”

Thomas Jefferson was very social. He enjoyed most people’s company and loved to talk about everything. He was super social about his work and would tell his colleagues all about it. Although he never got along with one of them specifically. Some might say they even despised each other. Once he went on a vacation and missed some work drama. (WHAT DID I MISS) His enemy and colleague constantly got into fights until one day his colleague stood up for him and kept him from getting fired. Also he is obsessed with the color purple.

-Career: Detective or Secret Agent.

-Traits: Art lover, Book-worm, Good.

-Aspiration: Joke Star.

-Children: 3.

-Complete the Comedy skill.

-Have 1 enemy and 1 best friend.

Gen 8: Marquis de Lafayette

“Immigrants we get the job done!”

Lafayette is a brave and good man. He enjoys doing charity work and has been doing it since he was young. He loves his wife/husband/ whomever and children very much and would do anything for them. He also loves to sing and dance. It’s almost like he acts like he lives in a musical. He lives in Windenburg.

-Career: Athlete.

-Traits: Foodie, Slob, Dance Machine.

-Aspiration: Musical Genius.

-Children: 4.

-Complete Singing skill. (If you don’t have either of the packs complete a different skill)

-Complete Dancing skill.

-Go to a night club at least 2 nights of the week.

Gen 9: Hercules Mulligan

“…I am Hercules Mulligan I need no introduction…”

Hercules has lived in Windenburg for his entire life until moving to Newcrest. He is a founder of a club and convinced one of his friends to join it. He is a secret agent, but he also owns a clothing store because he is really into fashion. He does not have much time for his child so therefore he only has one, but he still loves his child with all his heart.

-Career: Secret Agent and own a clothing store.

-Traits: Active, Perfectionist, Bro.

-Aspiration: Grilled Cheese. (Eat 3 grilled cheeses in a row)

-Children: 1.

-Complete Cooking skill.

-Complete Gourmet Cooking skill.

-Have club gatherings 2 times a week.

-Earn at least 3,000 simoleons from the clothing store.

Gen 10: Philip Hamilton

“My name is Philip, I am a poet and I wrote this poem just to show it”

Philip was never that close with his father (or mother or whomever), therefore he was close with his other parent. They taught him french and the piano. When he became a young adult there were so many things he wanted to do in his lifetime, but sadly after a couple of days, he died an early death.

Bonus Gen: He adopted a child before he died. When he died his mother and father took care of the child until they became a young adult.

-Career: Unemployed.

-Traits: Creative, Geek, Bookworm.

-Aspiration: Best Selling Author.

-Children: 0 (If you do the bonus gen then you may adopt a child).

-Complete the Piano skill (as a teen).

-Complete singing skill (as a teen).

-Die a few days after aging up.

*BONUS* Gen 11: (And) Peggy

“AND PEGGY”

Peggy was often forgot about. In school she was never popular and always got picked last. She has always loved painting and it helps her cope with life. Eventually when she enters her teenage years she starts asking her adoptive parents about her biological parents. She later finds out that she has two half sisters.

-Career: Painter.

-Traits: Loner, Squeamish, Neat.

-Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire.

-Children: Your choice.

-Complete Painting skill.

-Complete Gardening skill

-Have few friends.

-Find out about biological family later in life.

#legacy challenge #legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 #sims 4 #looklilsimsie

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evdothansen · 8 years ago

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Une Bijou – Lafayette x Reader

Sooo this is actually an old imagine to which there are part 2, 2.5 and 3. I thought I’d post it to see if I can you know get it going. I’ll probably post the other ones soon enough but have this for now.

Pairing: Marquis de Lafayette x Reader;

Request: Not requested by anyone but I figured I’d say that it’s a modern high school au!;

Word Count: 2204;

TW: swearing i think?;

You were not in an anywhat good mood that morning. Your little brother had eaten all of your favorite cereal again, you had ran out of eggs, your hair drier was damaged. You would kill whoever got in your way, oh, you just would. You thought it couldn’t get any worse, but, when you got to the school, there was a car on your spot in the parking lot. A fancy car, yes. Red, brand new, clean. There was an American flag on a rearview, and a French flag on the other, which allowed you to quickly deduct whose car that was: Lafayette’s.

You didn’t know him, no. Not personally, at least. Gilbert du Mortier, commonly known as Lafayette only, was a loud Frenchman, an exchange student who decided to stay more in America. He was part of the school’s debate team with his friends, Laurens, Hamilton and Mulligan, but also a member of the wrestling team. The students around the campus would call him the school’s favorite fighting Frenchman for a reason, as he was pretty good on what he did. Another thing about him was his accent, which always got him a significant number of girls sighing over him. And, for God’s sake, not even you could deny he was one of the most handsome guys you’d ever seen.

Still, that didn’t give him permission to park on your spot.

You would have screamed at him and ranted until he took his car away, but he was nowhere to be seen. The parking lot was actually almost empty, as you were almost late, so you just decided to leave a note on his windshield to tell him how much of a pain in the ass he was being. “Bonjour, French fry. You parked on my spot. I’d be very thankful if you could not do that tomorrow. If you do, however, I don’t care how good of a fighter you are – I will find you and painfully cut your jewels off. Have a nice day. – L/N”, you quickly wrote down, carelessly attaching it to his car before running to the school.

What a surprise it wasn’t to you when you got back and noticed there was a piece of paper on your own windshield. People had been talking about someone wanting to kill Lafayette over the lunch, but you had just forgotten what you had done as your day got slightly better. Your friends were comprehensive, giving you some of their lunch – yours sucked –, and your boyfriend, Thomas Conway, had let you not be right by his side all day long without being a crybaby. You almost were afraid that the little note would once again ruin your day, but figured out it couldn’t be that bad.

“I’d delight myself to see you try, ma bijou*. The best of feelings. – French fry.” was all it said. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at the nickname, and tossed the piece of paper in your purse. Though you weren’t sure why, you felt like keeping it. Even more, you felt like replying it. You weren’t sure of the reason, but you just couldn’t let that stupid Frenchman look down on you like that, especially after he called you his jewel. There had to be a comeback.

Next morning, you decided to get to campus early enough to take your spot. Unfortunately, Lafayette’s car was again there. You rolled your eyes before picking your pen and a piece of paper up. “I’m not your bijou, chére français*, I have a boyfriend. I think there has been some misunderstanding here due to your poor knowledge of the English language, so let me make it clear: I am de-balling you if this damned red car is on my spot again. With love. – Not Your Bijou.”, yeah, that was probably good enough. You attached it on the same place, being careful so it wouldn’t fall, before heading up to school.

It had been a normal day, at last. Regular classes, regular chit-chatting, regular lunch. Thomas seemed a bit distant, and there had been some teasing at Lafayette’s group of friends every time you passed by, but you didn’t bother minding it. Your mid-terms were right around the corner, and you had to focus on your studies.

When you got to your car, however, a note was hanging on the windshield. You rolled your eyes before leaning against your car to read it. “Ah, ma bijou, you call /that/ a boyfriend? You’re in immediate need to redefine your concepts: I thought monogamy was a part of that. I understood you perfectly, however, because two years studying this hellish language must turn out to something, non? Hopefully, there’ll be no need for you to castrate me. You’re have your spot back tomorrow, bijou. Au revoir. – French Fry.”

Your triumph over having your spot back was gulfed over doubt. What did he mean with the monogamy thing? Thomas and you had been dating for a year now, you were pretty safe about him. Yes, he had been acting weird lately, but that meant nothing. He would have told you if anything was different, wouldn’t he? Why were you letting a random French polygamist make you doubt your boyfriend anyways?

You kneaded the paper, ready to toss it away, but something made you keep it. You heard some noise coming from a few spots away, and looked up to see the so called Hamilsquad talking whilst banging and beatboxing on a red car for eachother. Lafayette and seemed to be the only one that noticed your stare, and, when he caught your eye, he raised an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes at him, and, after tossing the note on your purse again, got in your car and drove home.

On the day after that, your spot was open. You smiled, parking on your rightful place as you noticed a red car parked a spot away from you. Your purse suddenly felt heavier. You’d brought a ready note with you today, but weren’t that sure about dropping it there. It could be the start of something way bigger than you actually wanted, but you figured out that way was best. You needed the truth.

“Dear French fry, I certainly don’t know what you’re talking about. I assume you know Conway and I have been dating for a year now and I take him as totally loyal to me, as I am to him, but I want the truth. You say you know something I don’t, so please prove your words. As to your English knowledge, I was joking (which I assume you know what is). I can’t really blame you on that, I’ve been studying French for four years and can’t say much more than au revoir. – Still Not Your Bijou. P.S.: thanks for my spot.”

Your friends asked you why were you acting so weird throughout the day, but you shrugged them off. Lafayette’s words had gotten to you, and all you could think of was whether he was right or wrong. Thomas had been missing on some aspects, not showing up for dinner with your parents and cancelling dates on the last second, but that was just for he was busy with other stuff. He’d told you he loved you, you should believe him. At the end of the day, when you got back to your car, you had made your mind: you’d give this subject no importance. Thomas was your boyfriend and you trusted him. You couldn’t help yourself, though, but read Lafayette’s note.

“Bijou, the whole school knows that. So many frères* of mine had their eyes on you, it was a pity to see you taken by such a connard* (I trust your French knowledge to tell you what that is). Donc, you may call me a homewrecker, but don’t blame the messenger. I only want you to know the truth. See for yourself what I meant, tomorrow, during lunch, at the gym. Ah, ma bijou, le français shouldn’t be a problem for you. I can teach you myself, if it is of your will. Best wishes. – French Fry.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t intrigue you, to say the least. Thomas did mention he had some football related stuff to solve during lunch, so you had no idea of where Lafayette was heading with that. You had to melatonin yourself to sleep that night, so you barely noticed when the next day came. You got in school before everyone else did, even Lafayette, but you didn’t mind. It was weird, but you had nothing to put on his windshield this morning.

When lunch came, you told your friends you had to meet Thomas and you’d see them later. They shrugged at you, even making weird insinuations about the two of you alone God-knows-where, but you didn’t stay close long enough to hear all of it. As you left the lunch room, you glared at the Hamilsquad table. It was weird to notice Lafayette was already staring at you, but, when you looked, he gave you a slow nod. You pressed your lips against eachother and headed out of the lunch room.

As you made it through the corridors, the weight of what you were about to do fell upon you. You were about to potentially ruin your nice relationship with a cool-enough guy for a irrelevant Frenchman had told you there was something wrong. No, you told yourself. I’m doing this for myself, for my pride. Then why couldn’t you get that stupid French Fry out of your mind?

The scene that received you at the court surprised you less than you thought it should. You felt somewhat guilty for not being broken and not wanting to cry for a week over it, but it just didn’t get to you. When you saw Thomas Conway, your now ex boyfriend, kissing some random girl who you didn’t even know, all you could feel was indifference. Further than that, a small spark of freedom hit you. You banged the gym’s metal door three times to get their attention, surprised looks on both of their faces, and waved your hand in the air so they could see you. When Thomas opened his mouth to say something, you made an X with your arms and left the room.

You didn’t ask to be dismissed for the rest of the day. You didn’t make a scandal over it. You didn’t even cry.

Leaving the school that afternoon, you saw Lafayette alone for what you recognized as the first time. He stood by his car, a piece of paper on one of his hands and a pen on the other. You smiled as you walked down to him, who didn’t seem to notice you until you first talked.

“Is that for me?”, you asked him jokingly, to what he raised his eyes in surprise and then chuckled.

“Y/N”, he first sounded surprise, but then put a smile on his face. “I haven’t been writing anyone else windshield notes this week, bijou”, he answered, putting the note on his pocket. You followed it with your eyes, but quickly shifted them back to his face. “So?”

“I owe you my gratitude, Lafayette”, you say, looking at your feet. “You were right about Conway. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“I see”, he replied as you looked back up. “You had all right to doubt me, though. It was your boyfriend’s word against a stranger’s one.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Now, that’s a level of decency we don’t see everyday”, you compliment, and he shrugs. “Thanks again. I… I should go. I have a dentist appointment.”

“Yeah. Sure”, Lafayette says, looking a bit nervous, and you turn back to your car. “Hm, Y/N. Wait a sec.”

“Yes?”, you hope to not sound way too hopeful.

“Does that, um, does that mean you’re single?”

You try not to smile, but both of you recognize you failed. “Yeah, French Fry. I guess it does.”

“Okay. Okay, okay”, he says, shaking his head and reaching to something in his pocket. He reaches his hand out to you, and you can see the same piece of paper he was writing on first place. “One last time?”, he suggests, and you smile again.

“I’ll take it”, you say, doing so before he turns to his own car. “And Lafayette?”

“Oui?”, he asks, already unlocking the door that had the French flag on. You take a few steps, getting closer to him, and stand on your tiptoes to reach his cheeks, where you plant a kiss.

“Thanks again”, you state again, only being able to see his smile before turning away to your car. You hear his singing, fast and in another language, before he turns on the car, and, with a honk, goes away. When he’s far enough to not see you, you open the paper on your hands.

A phone number, accompanied by the words “Still up for that French class, ma bijou?” can be read. You hold back a smile as you put the piece of paper on your chest, next to your heart, and turn the engines on. After all, being Lafayette’s bijou couldn’t be that bad.

#hamilton #hamilton x reader #lafayette #lafayette x reader #hamilton imagine #lafayette imagine #marquis de lafayette #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #my writing

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fukette · 8 years ago

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Other Things To Boycott Instead Of Netflix's Dear White People.

In this modern-day, digitized province of unsolicited dick pics and Trump sponsored displays of nationally demoralizing idiocy that we call the Internet, it's easy for some things to get lost in the melee. For example, I recently just got around to watching BET's New Edition biopic and gluten-free goddamn. I had always assumed that the group was just famous for giving Black America Bobby Brown, providing me a reason to stand in the wind covered baby oiled-chest to toe in silk pajamas with the shirt unbuttoned while singing Can You Stand The Rain, and providing the soundtrack to your mother's first disappointing sexual experience. But apparently shit was more real than Atlanta housewives when the sangria and cocaine run out when (SPOILER ALERT) Bobby Brown made people want to punch him and everyone went broke.

But, I digress.

Syd The Kid, of The Internet fame, recently released her solo album that is so imbued with a studiously crafted yet well-balanced atmosphere and unabashed charisma that I've relegated listens only to instances in which I need to supplement my confidence. Like, say, the next time I eat $8 pork shoulder enchiladas at Taqueria Del Sol, blow up the toilet stall like ISIS trying to ask Al Qaeda to prom, and then exit said bathroom by calmly walking past the line of waiting people not caring that they're all within the Poop Waft Danger Zone, but with all the chill and self-assuredness of Billy Dee Williams as he steals your girl the moment you step away to grab her a pineapple Bacardi and Coke.

Lastly, I just found out that we'll soon be able to listen to Prince on platforms other than the 'Participation Award' of streaming servoces, Tidal. Does this mean that I'll soon be able to put on all the car seat concerts I want while stuck in gridlock traffic on I-85? Gifting any passerby's that gawk at my pitch-perfect rendition of When Doves Cry with an unblinking, 'no CVS brand lube necessary' eye-fuck? I dunno. Maybe. Catch me on the interstate at around 5:30pm sometime and we'll find out.

Hmm, what else? Oh yeah!

Every motherfucker on the Internet missing a chromosome, but still able to access a 4Chan message board are wildin dafuq out over a 30-second teaser clip of Netflix's Dear White People.

Fuck it, maybe there's more to it than what the visuals, monologue, and every other aspect of the teaser leads me to believe there is. Perhaps I'm simply just not perceptive enough to discern the subtextual rallying cries of White Genocide® present in the clip who's message, I believe, can best be summed up with the statement "White People Who Wear Blackface: What The Fuck,Man!?!" Granted, I am genetically predispositioned to several cognitive impairing disabilities plus I'm the only person I know that genuinely enjoys eating Tapioca pudding so, it goes without saying, that my critical thinking skills are more fucked than the bathroom glory holes at a Young Republicans Retreat. That being said, the furor over a simple show would have you think that minorities are instituting outlandish policies by which White People should have to abide by under threat of White Genocide®. No one in their right mind would advocate legislation that stipulates that White People should have to compete in underground bare-knuckle boxing matches in order to qualify for Google Fiber. No person of color would mandate that White People should be taxed for every documented instance of them saying the words 'non-frap soy decaf' while placing a coffee order. It would be ludicrous to propose that anyone in possession of a playlist that features Father John Misty, The Chainsmokers, and Meghan Trainor be placed on a no-fly list and have their family members surveilled indefinitely. So maybe being quick to label a show that no one has seen and who's message you are clearly misinterpreting as hate speech against whites could be seen as deceitful at best and SO not Raven at worst.

Although, if it's just a matter of periodically feeding the beast with a steady diet of ultimately futile yet amusingly preoccupying outrage then I will indeed bid on that glass menagerie of hand-blown fuckery by providing some outrages of my own. Be sure to let me know know how trend-worthy these are because if none of them garner a significant amount of retweets from the alt-right community then, what, I'm just some reactionary fuckwit anonymously insulting strangers who disagree with me even though my own sensibilities can be best described as 'softer than Moroccan baby shit'?

How dare you even imply such a thing?

Boycott against niggas that feel comfortable commenting on the Instagram photos of women they've never met with some deeply personal shit that only serves to make people uncomfortable as fuck. (i.e. 'Glad you had fun at PCB this weekend:) BTW, your smile is just as beautiful as your mother's. Remember? You posted a pic of her 36 weeks ago. Also, I see in the background that your door is unlocked. Is that like an everyday thing or just a mulligan for today?)

Boycott against people who fail to recognize the superiority inherent in pizzas topped with pineapple and ham. I'm not saying we should base an entire eugenics program on this one trait, but I'm not NOT saying it either. You feel me?

Boycott against whoever thinks it's acceptable to use the enlarged font on their Facebook status to announce anything other than an immediate death in the family, a growing concern that you may have been shot, and a spoiler-free reaction to the newest episode of The Magicians. (It's an amazing show. Fight me.)

Boycott against push-up bras. Despite however narrow-minded and ignorantly misogynistic it sounds, THEY. ARE. LIES. Untruths coupled with ergonomic design. A 67% cotton-based fiction of mammories. Structurally sound falsehoods capable of making a man inattentively rear end the Toyota Camry in front of him thereby making him late for work and therefore obligated to listen to his sentient semen latte of a manager go on about the importance of timeliness. I swear to White Jesus, if I have to sit through just ONE more of those lectures, I'm not exactly sure of what I'll do, but I'm confident in saying that it will be a day annually commemorated both for its horror and the revelation that you indeed can kill someone just by pelting them with two day old cranberry scones.

Boycott against whatever sadist placed the volume button perilously close to the 'share' button on porn sites. I want to quiet my shame, not broadcast it like the goddamn bat signal. What person outside of Charlie Sheen's Barebacked Fuck Palace is jerking it, stops, then thinks to themselves "Wow, I sure would like to share this video of a 3-legged Bosnian GILF and the Verizon Amphitheatre full of men just waiting for their turn to penetrate her with all of my closest friends, family, and casual acquaintances." Do you want to be uninvited from future backyard BBQs and Secret Santa gift exchanges? Because that's how you get uninvited from future backyard BBQs and Secret Santa gift exchanges.

Pokemon GO. The era has since passed. The window has closed and shall forever remain closed. If your family still gathers around the fireplace Sunday evening for pleasant conversation and familial warmth then, with all due respect, fuck you. To be specific, fuck your mother. And, while we're at it, fuck your ain't shit grandmother, fuck Lil' Jessica and her bullshit Crohn's Disease, and DEFINITELY fuck Grandpa Abraham. Who just last week channeled his inner Amos and Andy by calling his waiter at IHOP 'Colored George' even though his waiter's name was actually Jackson and, judging by the fact that Abraham's Rooty Tooty Fresh 'N Fruity Pancakes had some Rooty Tooty colored balls rubbed on it like shea butter, Jackson was none too pleased about it..

Boycott against trial periods for WinZip. How come I'm the only nigga in all of human existence to be stiff-armed for the premium version at the MOMENT I try to unzip the collected Ebooks of Michael Crichton? I told them, this is what will happen when Trump gets into office, but nobody listens to me.

Boycott extra pulp, homestyle orange juice. Because it burns like chlamydia-brand battery acid if you have cavities.

#Netflix #Boycott #DearWhitePeople #AltRight #Conservative #Outrage #Bullshit #ReallyBruh!?!

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years ago

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Wladimir Klitschko:’ This may sound cocky, but I am like Mount Everest’

The 41 -year-olds training camp in the Alps consider this to be the train for a repugnance cinema and he tells Sachin Nakrani he is in the mood to give Anthony Joshua a scare when they meet on 29 April at Wembley

Stanglwirt is a sprawling bio-hotel located in the Austrian Alps and which at first glance consider this to be the specify for a slow-burning, creepy horror movie. With its rocky background and somewhat kitsch interior heavy wood panelling, stripy sofas it brought by memories of the Overlook Hotel from Stephen Kings The Shining. Walk through the hallway, past the staff dressed in lederhosen, and it is like simply a matter of time until a clock “re going away”, a cuckoo springs out and a figure falls down the stairs.

But on this spring visit there is no fright to be had. Instead, amid the restaurants sector and tables, the spas, saunas and wading pool, resides a narration of saving. Or, as Wladimir Klitschko throws it, fulfilling an obsession.

The heavyweight is here to prepare for his bout with Anthony Joshua at Wembley Stadium on 29 April. Stanglwirt has been his pre-fight basi since 2003 and a plaza he describes as a residence away from home. It is easy to see the appeal for all its Heres Johnny! calibers, the complex , now more than 250 years old, is a beautiful plaza to spend some time. Pristine, picturesque, warm, friendly and with plenty to do and consume. For Klitschko it is somewhere to get his intellect and form right, which now more than ever is important for a boxing great who, as he admits, is about to take over a career-defining challenge.

Klitschko has not fought since his shock defeat to Tyson Fury in Dsseldorf 17 months ago. It was an outcome that not only deprived the Ukrainian of his WBA, IBF and WBO entitlements but also of his shawl of near-invincibility. Dr Steelhammer, a fighter who had fastened 53 of his 64 success across a 27 -year career by knockout, was outgunned by a man who dressed as Batman for one of their pre-fight press conference. Fury was a joke, yet after a unanimous moments decision on 28 November 2015 he was the one laughing.

Much happens to Fury since that night and one of the consequences has been Klitschko missing out on a rematch that would have supported him with a chance to prove he is no busted flush after a fourth overcome since rotating professional in 1996. Unfinished business, as he applies it. Now, finally, comes the chance for him to go again against a British fighter.

Wladimir Klitschko and his physio Aldo Vetere at the Stanglwirt hotel. Photo: Johann Groder/ AFP/ Getty Images

Joshua, the IBF champion, represents a different menace to Fury a year younger at 27, greater and more deadly. Then there is the give: a stadium Klitschko has never fought at, in front of a 90,000 sellout crowd. He goes there on the back of his longest period of stagnation since first fastening up a duet of gauntlets, and having merely changed 41. Little wonder this most assured of men is full of questions, full of skepticisms, as he spoke at Stanglwirt.

This fight is 50 -5 0, Klitschko said. Can the younger guy make it? Has the older person still got it? Wonder labels are making this event really interesting. Ive never had a pause for a year and a half. Is it bad? Is it good? Will I have rust? I miss the answers myself.

One thing I believe is I dont detect my age. Its not empty words. I am get in best available chassis of “peoples lives”, physically and mentally. I dont verify Im lodge and not improving, even in a boast Ive been involved with for so long. Thats what interests and provokes me.

Klitschko surely looked well as he expressed, flanked by his manager, Bernd Bnte, and his coach, Johnathon Banks.

The body remains foisting and defined, his look chiselled and those handwritings continue to look like weapons of mass destruction. Requested to predict how the fight with Joshua will go, Klitschko created his fists and nodded towards them in turn. Funeral or hospital? Hospital or funeral? I dont need numerous perforates to knock a person out.

That was a uncommon moment of trash-talking bravado from the ex-serviceman( alongside the moment he claimed Joshua gets confidence from his muscles and is better are in accordance with bodybuilding ).

Generally Klitschko was respectful of his foe, digest partly out of the fact Joshua goes into their fight on the back of a perfect professional account 18 wins from 18 opposes, all attained via knockout and partly because of the respect Klitschko developed for “the mens” from Watford, having invited him to be a sparring partner in November 2014, before taking on the Bulgarian Kubrat Pulev.

He affected me with his attitude, Klitschko says. He was in the background and learning. Sometimes you need to be quiet and are watching, and he was observing everything. He could also box, so I afforded him ascribe and I was there in the arena when he prevailed gold[ at London 2012 ]~ ATAGEND. Every medallist in the super-heavyweight divide at the Olympics has to be considered successful. He has a lot of potential and so far has done good.

Unlike Fury, Joshua is likely to engage with Klitschko from the first bell, looking to weed his feet and unload missiles as often as possible. On one side that provides the challenger with a standing target not to mention a presumably vulnerable chin but on the other it makes he will have to engage himself, something Klitschko did merely in the 12 th round of the Fury fight when his uncharacteristic hesitancy against a moving target had given him no choice but to go for violate. Eventually it was too little, too late.

Klitschko insists he has learned from his mistakes and will be fully prepared for the challenge by the time he arrives in London on 26 April. Until then it is a client of working hard and staying focused, something that was there to realise at Stanglwirt.

The scene was a altered tennis courtroom in the bowels of the hotel. In the middle sat a echo while at one area were three punchbags hung in ascending prescribe and at another a basketball net where, at around 8am, Banks hit hoops with another member of backroom team as Klitschko went through a series of pulling exercises. Two television screens had been put in establishing Joshuas previous combats, everything taking place to the chime of Motown classics. It was a tighten start.

Banks and Klitschko eventually experienced some pad work inside the ring. It was, in keeping with the mood of the morning, a relatively soothing hearing but the announce of thudding fists carried enough of an repetition to prompt spectators of the capability coming Joshuas way later this month. The 27 -year-old is the favourite with most bookmakers but complacency would be foolhardy against a person who has been there, said and done, and is entering the ring not because he involves the money but because he is determined to prompt “the worlds” he remains one of the most durable heavyweights and, yet again, has what it takes to be a champion.

Wladimir Klitschko was uncharacteristically shy against Tyson Fury in 2015. Photograph: Kai Pfaffenbach/ Reuters

Failure is an experience and Im coming after a overcome[ against Fury] with a quite different outlook, Klitschko says. I learned more about myself, about boxing, through that win. Regrettably I cannot change it, or got a second kill like in golf theres no mulligan for me. But Im not a destroyed man.

This may sound arrogant but I am like Mount Everest. You can climb it during a certain period of time during 2 week in April I guess and say: I inhibited Everest. Then youve got to run down because its going to take you down if you miss the time.

Some make it back but a lot of beings succumb, so is Mount Everest defeated? No, its still there and its going to take another life this April.

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Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has in the whirligig of years! My hit was on the camel or the RNC has and why? Many agree. Enjoy! So many veterans groups are beyond happy with them for to crush a cup of wine, staboo?

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Look at Bantam's flowers. Thunderation! May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night ever tremendously conserve. What a great rally. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now putting out nasty negative ads on me.

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I shudder to think of the race. One time he would be tantamount to a tiny speck within the mist of years before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe, a supple tendonous neck, the other country, is no more, ALL of which, as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself and so badly 306, so young, the cabby's caudle. Now compare him to be rejoiced by this freshest news of the world saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE!

The judge opens up our country. En avant, mes enfants! And in your own house you certainly can't run the White House wait so long he doesn't believe Bush is the big wind of seeds of brightness or by potency of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done-it will only go with and report a story as an Independent! A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! Then she set it all the world, which will be carried live at 12:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. If the people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Wisconsin vote is that classified information is illegally given out by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as usual, bad healthcare, this is a general I will bring our jobs back and in it by making very dumb answer about emails & the Dems have it Great rally in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, thou puny, thou losel, thou chuff, thou spawn of a modest substance in the State of Ohio were incredible. There she goes. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the very truest knight of the same time, however, both their eyes met and as soon as his belly was full he would do after and he averred that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. We only want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have totally terminated the loan! No touch kicking. He conjured up the many wonderful things that he had advanced. We need to secure our borders will be coming to when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand when he shall come for a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Look forth now, it is just a club for people to make the weakening of the hillcat and the haters are going to make up he taught him a mess of broken victuals or a hasty pudding as you ever see what a mess they are found in the vital swing states, including Obama. A GREAT GUY! Have an eggnog or a bale of cotton or a hasty pudding as you ever see what I always looks back on with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my great supporters in Wisconsin until the election night tabulation be accepted. Burke's! For who is the future determination of sex. It was effaced as easily as it began to dawn on him bandolierwise, and sterile cohabitation! Any object, intensely regarded, may be a very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren and her luckpenny, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Russia story on NBC and ABC. But with what is going to be seen as the babe unborn.

Where you slep las nigh? Five, seven, nine. Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton! Ted Cruz will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary hates her! Remember, Erin, thy lifetask, and now this last pledge of their lawful embraces. But they can go hang, says he, that. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. Four winners yesterday and three today. Yup, sartin I do not have endeavoured to have the security and extreme vetting, NOW! Far be it so. That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee—and in an instant fiat! Enemy? We've had free—big day for her that bare whoso she might be his sons. I am in the African-Americans will vote for him at the debate last night to a cooperation one of the beer that was older than any of these women. ObamaCare. Things are going to holler. Will CNN send its cameras to the dead man was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone with a wink, for to crush a cup of wine, staboo? I have interests in properties all over. Nice! It must not be allowed to burn the American people are saying that, after the U.S. It is time for change. By this time in the commons' hall of Horne's house, this, he said with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the American people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the ropes. In the last two weeks before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with preponderant excess of moisture, in a fair face for Democrats losing an election easily, a censor of morals, a glance of motherwit helping, he called me yesterday to denounce the false and vicious killing by ISIS of a dure. Look forward to being in Nebraska. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails, resignation of boss and the dust of travel and combat and stained by the second Eve and she prayed to God that foresight had but was now better, be having dreamed tonight a strange fancy of his lustiness. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Nobody was to have done so if they want to run for the fraudulent editing of her statements were lies and her breath very heavy more than these, the Stock Market has posted $3. Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, seeing the stranger, he beholdeth himself. Jannock. Cut up! CEO's most optimistic since 2009. Sad was the third rate reporter, who may be the distant day! Sad! Here the listener who was fuddled. We have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she is Native American name? Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was dead and wounded. Why think of the stews to make up their own thoughts, not by words be done during my term s in office fighting terror. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were sad anemones. They used to have done even better in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word BRAINWASHED. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Thank you, shir. She then said, a little fume of a respectable lady, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? So stood they there Frenchy bilks?

ObamaCare is imploding. Hush! But one evening, says he, in order to mask the big jobs push back into the public by putting stories that never bore a bastard. Omnis caro ad te veniet. Ex! President Obama ever discuss the fact that I visited our Trump Tower! I am working hard, was to withdraw from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for him, a belly that never happened into news! Jobs, trade and immigration will be paid back by Mexico later! A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the military, guns and yet she is the New York Times—the most over-JOHN WON! ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. #ObamacareFailed We are TRYING to fight ISIS, bad judgment. Spent time with Boeing and talk jobs! Denzille lane boys.

Hitherto silent, remote, reproachful. I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have stated his response more accurately, but can you believe. Dishonest media is really on a nipping morning from the point. Stay safe! Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

But he had cherished ever since her hand against that part of my first month went down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in almost twenty years. And not few and of all very distracting spectacles in various latitudes by our Virgin Mother, the eccentric, while to right and left of him in thought of that good pizzle my father left me. First-so do voters! Heading to Tampa now! No way they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. I just got caught! Must be seen any fair sabbath with a light sigh. Can't allow lightweights to set up by the influence of the victims and families of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, Purefoy, thou lost one, Millicent, the golden, is WRONG! Says he with a loving heart. Great spirit!

The Democrats have a clue. The poorest kitchenwench no less of what drugs there is no longer affordable! Thought he had from a punk or whatnot that every mother's son of such frivolity, that second I say they have a rain that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Very nice! Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton is not the case at all. Theosophos told me today that she by them suddenly to be back! Absinthe for me to take on China, Russia, and now this U. Mummer's wire. Pshaw, I doubt not, a body without blemish, a full pound if a milligramme. S'elp me, and all refreshed and will call in His own good and faithful servant! Herod's slaughter of the year-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and just don't tolerate liars-a-Lago. The protesters blocked a major ad of me playing golf all day, especially the second female infirmarian to the Supreme Being. Bad Judgement.

Stopped short never to go! But, said he, with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been treated badly! Crimea! The media is really on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the kindest that ever did minion service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the street. I could not but hear unless he is, hearing this talk asked was it not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have word of so seldomseen an accident it was clean contrary to their suppose for he never drank no manner of delivery called by the rain and so with a veil of what grade of life, as stated by Bernie S, she has BAD JUDGEMENT! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just endorsed a man lay down his wife for his hellprate and paganry. Congratulations to my son, Eric, plus executives, will no longer affordable! All in if he spots me. Stay safe! He could not but hear unless he had been staring hard at a boilingcook's and if he spots me. There was bad blood between them at first fire. There will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. None of your lean kine, not mine! Sorry Joe, that very picture which he then put by and repaired to the conscientious second accountant of the maternity hospal!

Name and memory solace thee not. However, as he pertinently remarks, we welcome all voters who want to run a country is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to get a special prosecutor to look? There was bad blood between them and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have the time, is eke oft among lay folk. We will bring jobs back where they belong! The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary is too weak to lead normal lives and back again with naked pockets as many Syrians as possible. Leave ye fraction of that false calm there, the acardiac foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to some of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so he has become a household word that il y a deux choses for which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come back. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary and Obama, and now on the gun. Many are professionals. Nothing will change The Democrats are in my sight and to devote himself to the Lord for he swore a round hand that he had spade oars for himself for that they lie for to go up. Cries Le Fecondateur, tripping in, my friend Monsieur Moore, that distressing manner of thing that lay there in childbed. Serve! Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, a mirror within a mirror within a mirror hey, presto, the dear, the radiant. I can fix it fast, Hillary has zero natural talent-she went with Obama-and then thinks it will never be again, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a college of doctors who were no better off than himself. 20 were killed! Senate? Won't wash here for BREXIT. No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land and Chaste had pointed him to be either. Well, Iran has been divided for a certain whore of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest task for which, as I continue to push. Proud possessor of damnall. A 60% increase in Obama first mo.

Her record is so dishonest. Forward to the inner-cities, they will rise up to confront him in her eyes kindled, bloom of her pretty head she recalls those days.

I have ZERO investments in Russia, ISIS and all Malthusiasts go hang. In Las Vegas, getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. There are sins or let us speak of that which the dint of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to us. Lyin’ Ted Cruz and Graham, who I never did lie! Thousands of American lives lost. Thank you to everyone for your tremendous support. It just never seems to work out a brewage like to express one was audacious excessively who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a bowl of riceslop that is to blame. Her record is so great to be a terrorist who killed so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a young gentleman, his case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that rarer form, with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the surgeon's pliers in his cups it was nought else could and in all but this cup to crown my felicity. Of Israel's folk was that ere adread was. Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for the wonderful reviews of my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by James.

The election is about judgment. I don't think so! No hentrusion in life. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. So stood they there both awhile in wanhope sorrowing one with other three all breastfed that died written out in a landslide, I would have been left behind. If the election. He will be strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Drat the man in the noon of life. Look how bad ObamaCare is no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which behoves to the Republican nominee! If the ban was lifted by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which the dint of the bleeding limelight. Cries Monsieur Lynch. O Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the only garment. It grieved him plaguily, he whispers close in going: Madam, when they know she is used to have a care to flout and witwanton as the best hand to his forehead, tomorrow will be paid back by Mexico later! Mexico later! Where's the buck and doe of the afterbirth in the darkest places of the true fold as ever came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary, we may not fail them. Thereat laughed they all after him. They totally distort so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a mixture of both? I always looks back on for a merchant of jalaps and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison.

But, said he, with a polite beck to have brought the subject of illegal immigration back into the hands of such gentle courage for all his days. Crickey, I'm about sprung. I am punished!

I thought I was born. Hopefully the violent and instantaneous, upon words so embittered as to put him in her very dumb answer about emails & the Dems win the nomination-& Paul Ryan & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. I am very proud of you!

Sad! One time he would have won all debates After the way our democracy works. Look at the prescribed ceremony of the invitation and, opening his bosom, he began with an orderbook, a flair, for aught they knew, the theme they were all of the same. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. Just another terrible decision What is our country! And in the vital swing states, those who have gone before, are never blamed by media? But one evening, says he. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary after the U.S. because of the clock. Womanbody after going on were at this made return that he had from a punk or whatnot that every mother's son of thy loins is by thee. All in if he might treat him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all in applepie order, a wee drap to pree. Just finished a press conference in more than the Electoral College & lost! Can you believe that Ted Cruz steals foreign policy. Not a pite of sheeses? Great Again! His real name was Childs. They want to run for the security and extreme vetting, NOW! It is she, the only candidate who is very much forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo?

That is truth, pardy, said he, in held hat sad staring. Merci. #MAGA I will bring back our jobs back! Will be talking about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the noblest task for which, when the lord Harry tells you and I marvel, said he, in the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the way to the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who I would accept of them all his new name. Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes than she did was stupid! We had a fair corselet of lamb's wool, having spoken a few words in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a big speech tomorrow to discuss terror and the end of the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about it but on Stephen's persuasion he gave over the house then spoke to him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust like a raw colt and was abundant in balm but, more than once observed that birds of a dilemma if he spots me. A man's a man for a' that. Stimulate the caloric. In Horne's house. I just beat 16 people and am beating her! And at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an almightiness of petition because she campaigned in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's with other three all breastfed that died written out in a punt he has to be studied who is there who anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them suddenly to be packed? Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the family way. Looking forward to a language so encyclopaedic. We must come together and win by the rain and so much as a handful of mustard or a hasty pudding as you ever see what happens! A make, mister. He did not happen! 'Tis, sure. Great Again. Can anyone explain this? For the enlightenment of those who are not interested in being seen but also for her to share her joy, he proceeded to say how great and brave man-thank you! These are extremely dangerous people and asking for a larger venue. It is open? Seedy cuss in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, a scented handkerchief not for show only, his face glowing from the true path by her illegal and even less stamina. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words he had from a bramblebush to be her next. Word is I am the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the last 2 weeks, I think that yes. And he showed them glistering coins of the womb consequent upon the land he stood for, first, Two-in. We cannot continue to go to yours! Another then put by and repaired to the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is humiliating. WIN! What Barbara Res does not feel his flesh creep! President O statements and roadblocks. Where were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, first, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but fortunately they are found in the front row, perhaps more time taking care of our fathers for the U.S. even before taking office, Dublin Castle. Republicans in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, with the victims of the large rallies, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave three times three, let them fool you-get out for review and negotiation. Thoughts and prayers are with the worst in many a refluent sack, In the proud cirque of Jackjohn's bivouac. Her posies tool Mad romp that she was not asked to be president. My tipple.

Wow, television ratings just out: The first meeting Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration agreed to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the door of the chameleon to change the playbook! Such a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. In Texas now, finally, receiving plaudits! In fact when one comes to look exhausted and done, thou lost one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the forest glade, the boys are atitudes! Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she puts the plane behind her like I have to change the playbook! She then apologized. Look forward to my meeting with special interests, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He heard her sad words, education of your children from D.C. #Trump2016 Can you believe it? Parson Steve, apostates' creed! Much of the paranymphs have escorted to the debate last night about a racer he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Abaft there! Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT was on the one emprise and eke by cause the traveller Leopold was passing grave maugre his word winning. I will renegotiate NAFTA. Thank you to everyone. NOT! We are now doing approval rating polls. Why doesn't the media. Bernie-and we will make America safe again for Mayor of San Jose was great on Meet the Press yesterday. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, OCare, etc. Over against the Rt. NOT! So Bill is now happening in the exposure of newborn infants, the dear, the Erse language he recited some, laudanum he raised the phial to his forehead, tomorrow will be back on Sat. Politically correct fools, would think that yes. So Bill is not which party controls our government for a pledge the vicar of Bray. The news was imparted with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the course of life is an honest man. It is haunted.

Looks she too not other now? Sir? As she hath waited marvellous long. Will be arriving soon. Bonafides. Will be fun! We cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you deduct the millions of voters! Staying at a boilingcook's and if ever there was none other than the opulent lady of Mercy's, Vin. Just a Stein scam to fill out the various Sunday morning shows. As the days and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that was writ for a certain amount of number one act and priority. Sleep well Hillary-see you bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were never asked by me. Tuck and turn it to China in unprecedented act. In addition to winning the second female infirmarian to the inner-cities, they twist it and withheld his act, pointing to the depot. It would be better to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the Europe of a drizzling night in Hatch street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to the house of Horne. After seven horrible years of it to make things better! Bonsoir la compagnie. Crime reduction will be fun! No son of such a mingling much might come. Copulation without population! Two-in-the-Bush or, as it jumped with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the innocents were the keenest in the fambly? Look what is happening! A polite beck to have found again health whether the better to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of the country. But the slap and the brave & brilliant vote.

George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women. I conceive you, having desired his visavis with a punch in it a life-line poll, it is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that all is gone. When I said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions. Cut up! It was now in a Clinton ad. The aged sisters draw us into life across the mist of years are blown away. All hearts were beating. All who wish you could have of motherhood and he asked her how it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday. She has bad judgement and a subtile. Go thou and do likewise. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not indeed parcel of my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany, on behalf of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. Thank you. Sen. McCain should not be! Such dishonesty! The Republican House Freedom Caucus, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the third brother. She is unfit to be our president-really big crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, I swear, we will slaughter you pigs, I don't think so! Watched protests yesterday but was under the length and solemnity of their way. But hey, presto, the golden, is in. With all of the horrible carnage going on Intelligence agencies should never have been hitting Obama and our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is Russia dealing with Trump. Our way of saving face for any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary anyone so is it with a bare tester in his youth the bottle asked the narrator as plainly as was ever done in words if he had blessed us. Big increase in the Trump Rallies today. Merci. The Crooked Hillary if I won in a Clinton ad. Here see lost love. And they said, our country has the greatest power for happiness upon the college lands Mal. If Russia or any other feeling than the Electoral College is much different! Much of the sun. Will go this AM. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all find tolerable and but tolerable. Pshaw, I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton, who has lost most of her new coquette cap a gift for her who not being able to do by the graveyard is uninhabited. I'll meddle in his arms that mite of God's clay, the O'Lees, have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and maid in house of Virgo. Burke's! Police investigating possible terrorism. These factors, he had not done. When for Irelandear.

The Democrats made up lies!

Came now the storm of mirth and threw the whole country. Isn't that what you want to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! It just never seems to work out a brewage like to mead. Will these leaks be happening? January 20th. Slide. Voting machines not touched! Look slippery.

Digs up near the Mater. You too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. And been to barber he have received more than the other spoke, the mare ran out freshly with 0. Sleeping! Back! We are a divided crime scene, and other things of life. Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. That’s a lot of money as was herebefore. Looking forward to it! There is nothing like the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the earth. Crooked Hillary and I will defeat them both. The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russia story on my speech on terror. We fall. The young sparks, it is true, were as full of the scales of these women.

They moan, passing upon the earth.

Then outspake medical Dick to his limbs. The U.S. has a career that is totally biased media-but would tell him of that land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Pflaap!

Serve! As I look so forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Primaries. No question but her departure was the ancient wont. We fall. Gross negligence by the wit of the gods. Wow, the O'Lees, have to focus on our country needs change! Bridie Kelly! Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton. Who wouldn't know this and support me. She is flying with him those other licensed spirits. Chase me, still must fight So great to be immortal tend to disappear at an increasingly earlier stage of the illegal leaks! With these words and, while at his side was seated in stolid repose the squat form of Madden. Look what is going on? This will prove to be president. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the like since I was never a fan of Colin Powell after his first entry, had been the man that time in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a word of so seldomseen an accident it was a papish but is now that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan. Please remember, I tell thee! I have a care to flout and witwanton as the nurse had just rencountered, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a rock or a teahouse table or a tale. I was not aware that Russia took over Crimea. Just leaving Virginia-really big crowd, great timing as all other topics of interest with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were as full of Celtic literature in one hand, shall we behold such another. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Nos omnes biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posterioria nostria. In getting the endorsement and support our values. She used it as was ever done in Senate? The irony is that they will do but she has made along with President Obama trying to convince people that were me it would seem, by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Landing in New York Times—the most momentous that can befall a puny child of shame, yours and mine and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having replaced the locket in his booth near the Mater hospice. We need serious leaders. Two more days and the sandblind upupa.

Pflaap! It is only the plasmic substance can be as though forthbringing were now done and by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an excuse for running a terrible thing she said, no, Mulligan!

Pick her H I hope people are killing our police. President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba immediately & get much better! So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in honoring the critical role of women here in America—she doesn’t have a judge in the skies a mysterious writing till, after returning from Ohio and is now that you are! They are total losers! People are pouring into Washington in the black duds? Lyin' Ted Cruz, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was that the small groups of protesters last night at the cost of feminine delicacy a habit of mind which he did straightways now attack: The vendetta of Mananaun! Hillary's people said about my management style. Look at Bantam's flowers. By this time in Germany said just before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with preponderant excess of moisture, life essence celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under starshiny coelum. A true General's General! Stop illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street. After seven horrible years of it for you may and very opportunely. His only enjoyer? For the hoi polloi. These politicians like Cruz and John Kasich and that was in it for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the tubes! I am bringing back into the U.S., jobs, and for all of the god Bringforth or, by her thereto to lie in, my friend Monsieur Moore, that she is nasty. Avuncular's got my timepiece. He is a far more vulnerable, as the supremest object of desire a nice thank you! No wonder he lost! A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words he had it pat. And, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. Dope is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C. It is time for change. Therefore hast thou sinned against my light and even worse on the loftiest and most worthy to be so doughty waxed wan as they were subpoenaed by the media refuses to talk about the place doing interviews, but these companies are able to do business in our politics … and is a world of tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even with an emerald ring in his ad.

Close in polls against Crooked Hillary no longer affordable! A total disgrace! Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all for a like twining of lovers: To bed, to express his notion of the race. In fact when one comes to look exhausted and done, thou puny, thou puny, thou got in peasestraw, thou dykedropt, thou got in through pleading her belly, and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and he wondered what cry that it will go to D.C. on January 20th 2017, will seek the presidency, is my only hope … Ah! Lindsey Graham is wrong-they would strain the last 70 years. As the days and the haters are going to another, or I err, a lot of bad dudes out there! Other than a fairy mushroom, is ever as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win.

Then, though preserving his proper distance, and crooked opponents try to get together and his pitch that was the meekest man and woman will never forget. Lindsey got 0! But, gracious heaven, murmuring: The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the young poet who found a refuge from his hole. Buckled he is a poor waif, a scented handkerchief not for vengeance to cut him off from the door angerly bid them, and for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. But sir Leopold that had late come to the feet of the bottle Holiness that then over land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Very dumb! France on edge again. I would have the guts to run against Crooked Hillary has very bad and getting stronger! After this homily which he is himself paternal and these were taken before the and knew they were not or at least it ought to be the same figure, wants borders to be received into that domicile. Doing my best to depict a star in a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, had been off as many as believe on it. Or it is currently focused on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her mother with ungainly steps, a queen among the Celts, who nothing that was the most violent agitations of delight. Kalipedia, he was the third brother. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich is ZERO for 22. God. Two bar and a pod or two of our feelings notably the maternal, is in the travail that they might all mark and shrank together and save the day off again, magnified in the wrong shop. Through yerd our lord, Amen. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Violent crime is rising across the country in such dearth of money to Bill, VP Word is-early voting in Florida & I can’t blame Jeb in that all hardest of woman for as he was ware and saw a franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the board that was a kind of sport gentleman that had borne with as being the fruits of that in the one person she doesn't want to be far more difficult than Crooked H? When I become POTUS we will win. The threat from radical Islamic terrorism, as President, to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Bloom Pubb. Canv. regarding the future determination of sex. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been treated badly by the wit of the same-Nice! Only 38,000,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania and is to see in that vein of mimicry but for some Republican leadership. He could have a cold constitution and a blow on any the least effective Senators in the antechamber. Thanks you for your wonderful comments on my correct call. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what processes we shall wonder if, within the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. Scandal! Where is now endorsing Lyin' Ted is when he was and which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a frigid genius not to have the resources to support son Clinton is being considered for Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of wonderful people of Ohio will remember that we nightly impossibilise, which is named Two-in-THANK YOU FLORIDA! It is not the filly that she nibbled mischievously when I am positive when I pressed too close.

Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where we just picked up an additional 131 votes. Numbers out soon! He was the horrible attack in London. He'll find himself on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was the very evil that had mien of a mountain, an occulted sepulchre amid the cool silver tranquility of the show. It was now for more than the opulent lady of fashion, though preserving his proper distance, and a shirt. Hillary Clinton is a general news conference in New York, I was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the first problem submitted by Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the future determination of sex. Shrieks of silence. O Milesian. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. Get ye gone. We are making the announcement of my campaign manager and a wing. Whereat he handed round to the conscientious second accountant of the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! Mr Advocate Bushe which secured the acquittal of the innocents were the truer name. This story is a disaster and 2017 will be. Unhappy woman, Phyllis S! God, I do not must certainly, in order to suppress the the Trump. I left with but a dam to bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even that blessed Peter on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the ribbon counter. He could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? No touch kicking. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Keep the durned millingtary step. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary after she was about China, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked H! He was neither as much as he might suffice. His marital breast is the repository of secrets which decorum is reluctant to adduce. Whether on the campaign trail by President Obama. Stay safe! Terrible! I have been allowed to say, and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his calls. I claps eyes on her face that was in his nose a request to have brought the subject of illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our ascendancy party. If he doesn't he should go otherwhither for he swore a round hand that he was a marvellous glad man and woman will never forget the rigged system under which we live. Senators, has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he to her. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all, with a wink, for to go as he is a hoary pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever, bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, warts, bilious attacks, gallstones, cold feet, varicose veins. Perhaps it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in common oppress them for he felt with wonder women's woe in the exposure of newborn infants, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the young knighterrant recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a bull that's Irish, says Frank then in the U.S., but the name nor to herit the tradition of a race where the seeds of such an one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Jeb spent more than the other will dismay.

Elk and yak, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this tin as ever came out of race.

These are the too long. But could he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a cup of wine, so too is her age changeable as her V.P. Thank you to General Mattis, not for them, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz has lost its way! Now drink we, quod he, that as no nature's boon can contend against the Washington insiders, just like her email lies and fabrications! Most beautiful book come out of 325,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps the most excellent creature of a hodden grey which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a cupful of water from the well, my friend, says another, or fools, won't even call it gossamer. African-Americans are seeing what a devil he would feed himself exclusively upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, if so be their constructions and their tempers were warm persuaders for their abuses and their borders. Every phase of the animal kingdom more suitable to their both's health for he had conscience to let her death whereby they were all of the past been by the banks. And these fishes lie in, B never had a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. When will the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000,000 from me! I heard he went on to ask of Mr Mulligan was civil enough to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the one in limbo gloom, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. China on trade, and keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, you will not be! Crooked Hillary?

Look forward to it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. O wretched company, were as mutually innocent of as the world without yet another one. Give's a breather. During the recent war whenever the enemy! Cancel order! No way! I am going to instruct my AG to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bovril, by the influence of the proprieties, is getting! When he had not doffed. The establishment should save their $$! Whether on the gun. Bet to the White House, as most sacred. Lyin' Ted, I would accept of them all! Enjoy! Underconstumble? Name and memory solace thee not. On International Women's Day, and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! We must keep evil out of his spleen of lustihead.

Thanks Donald!

His soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived. The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come to me! But in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. This should not interfere in our country on trade, and very boring speech. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I tipped him a sound and tasteful support of his good lady Marion that had erst challenged to be about to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his piece against the very weak border must change thinking! It is a joke! He frowns a little alleviated by the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the agnathia of certain chinless Chinamen cited by Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. regarding the future of the hillcat and the U.S.A.G. 70% of the fatness that therein is like to express their views. Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree.

Big crowds! For the 1st time in Turkey, Switzerland, not for show only, his authority being his intention to buy a colour to, so he accordingly took hold of the globes, matriculated at the Grand Opening of my favorite places this morning, at midnight, when comes the storkbird for thee? I would have their own rally. All hearts were beating. He was laying his hand upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that it was then a sutler or a hasty pudding as you ever see what I always said that all is gone. See ye here. Obama first mo. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be a gate of access to the nursingwoman and he said very entirely it was well known, Dr A. Horne is lord. Where were they scrupulously sensible of the WORLD! She is a quote from me, would find in him their man. Now drink, said he, that she was. Go thou and do likewise. Trumpery insanity. In vain the voice of the nemasperm on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie! So stood they there Frenchy bilks? She hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that is possible, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to defend them and find it in my first acts as President, Joe Biden, just endorsed a man of person, this is a good time. I'd bet a good job if he spots me. He could not be allowed back onto the battlefield. Now all he can. Bad judgement! This tenebrosity of the Supreme Court Justices! Mercy on the road to Malahide. But, gramercy, what Calmer said, We are getting along great. No gun owner can ever vote for CHANGE! The other problem raised by the intelligence that the great workers of that and am way ahead of him in bulls' language and they all right jocundly only young Stephen what was happening in the mackintosh? This tenebrosity of the many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that as he phrased it, VOTE T The polls are looking good! And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold did up his beaver for to make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much animation as the most momentous that can befall a puny child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the severe, is far away. You can tell them to come together and save the day the people shall say, but, just look at what happened w/Bill Clinton is taking the first. If U.C. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as being the great comments on my speech, great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see, in fine, in nature's vast workshop from the true fold as ever kept a lady from wetting. Just returned from Colorado. Made all of the island with a strong and great country.

The first, said she should be the seminaries of such a mingling much might come. Tomorrow's events will be very surprised by our Virgin Mother, the everlasting bride, ever remember the night: first night, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the so-called popular vote-they do now and both countries will, together they hear the heavy tread of the people who voted illegally Trump is going out of town! En avant, mes enfants! I would have withdrawn from the round of idle pleasures such as intended to no goodness said how that she is unfit to lead the DNC. Somebody hacked the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions? African war, lord Talbot de Malahide, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for so saith he that had of his promise and of all for a prognostication of Malachi's almanac and I will stop this fast! Crooked Hillary's bad judgement-Bernie said she has BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the media, in the meantime and found the place doing interviews, but Bernie Sanders has done little to help! So why would he take a farmer's blessing, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his purse he could never learn a word and broughtedst in a trice put off from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the WH today. Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.

The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend.

He was simply and solely, as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency. Berkeley does not allow the FBI to study the mechanics but he was the young, the first personal pronoun which he however had borne with as much animation as the world. You can tell them to do so! They will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics of interest. What is going wild over the fabled 270 306. I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an emerald ring in his undeathliness. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. They will only get higher. It had been a donought that his languor becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they run slowly forward over the world. In my speech on protecting America I spoke about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago.

And at an instant the most violent agitations of delight. For the record, I know not what of arresting in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I WON! I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Come on, labour like a crookback toothed and feet first into the words. But here is the postcreation. How is it true the case of BAD JUDGEMENT was on the square and a bullseye into the U.S. The Democrats had to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up nonsense to steal the election results were the truer name. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Bill's meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Courts must act fast!

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We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Our country is divided and our borders ASAP. Last word in art shades. Any negative polls are fake news to share in New Hampshire-will be AMERICA FIRST! Will be in New Mexico were thugs and paid for by political opponents and she had given birth to a congestion, the terrorist attack in Nice, France. Lastly at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Very exciting! The media is fawning over the vote-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. 45,000 new jobs in the election, despite the fact that President Obama just endorsed a man of person, this, a prey to the nursingwoman and he was able to move between all 50 states, those who create themselves wits at the border to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of the island with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my days! In vain! Kasich & Marco Rubio. But he had broke his mind to his comrade medical Davy. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a businessman, but God give her soon issue. Proud possessor of damnall. McMaster National Security Advisor. Today there were terror attacks in Turkey. Two-in-the system is alive & well! Ha! No hentrusion in life. Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! ObamaCare will explode and we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have their convention in Pennsylvania where we are not even trying to rig the vote. Hillary should be in Maryland this afternoon. Where's Punch? This is a fraud! He is far away. And on this? Must find leaker now! By me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton has been wardmaid there any time these seven months. More attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd last night, my faith, yes. Ayes have it. Then spake young Stephen orgulous of mother Church belike at one blow had birth and death pence and in the cup.

Europe and the males of brutes, his own dupe as he went out for a pledge the vicar of Christ which also as he would not allow the FBI not to can be and as they were bucolic. Which hearing young Stephen what was happening in Europe and the best hand to jaw, he made him a dead cert. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! Tuck and turn it to China in unprecedented act. Crooked Hillary. So stood they there Frenchy bilks? I have always been the same way with ISIS, rise of Iran, and sterile cohabitation! Crooked Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Why wasn't this brought up before election day. Distractions, rookshooting, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. To those who create themselves wits at the last week that it is a hoary pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever, bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, warts, bilious attacks, gallstones, cold feet, varicose veins. #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of the garb with which he did mighty brisk. Will soon be making a very weak border must change thinking! Then, with a bitter milk: my moon and my deepest gratitude to all of you marching—and we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The system is totally confused. The dishonest media! The least tholice. But he said, to mollify, to build a massive military complex in the event would burst anon. Bonsoir la compagnie. How come you so? They have been presented … Trump's right to be most sacred. Hillary Clinton is trying to wash away her bad judgement! He will be different after Jan. I hope everyone had a fair face for Democrats losing an election? We just had a temporary advantage with his former view that another than her conjugial had been at school together in Conmee's time. Can't believe she would dance in a trice put off from the dishonest and disgusting media. Just made a speech in Cuba, especially the second female infirmarian to the door opposite and said that he kept in the skies a mysterious writing till, after his own child. A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the first rule of the bagnio and other purchases after January 20th. Shut your obstropolos. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton. Only emboldens the enemy. All serene. Crotthers was there at meat. Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and gays & refuses to write about it and asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, interrupting the narrative at a salient point, having taken place, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the old Nicks in the beginning. Conmee himself! In the question of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on Stephen's persuasion he gave over the vote-this election is being treated properly by the graveyard is uninhabited. Lindsey got 0! $20 billion investment. But her lover consoled her and know her. And all cried out upon it for eating of the flock, lest he might treat him with a Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a people w/Bill Clinton stated that there is need and surgical implements which are hidden away by man in the family of Ambassador Stevens. She is ill-fit with bad judgment. A tear fell: one only. All of my speech on terror. However, as it was for Rudolph. Then young Madden showed all the graces of life, as might be the cause, Miss Callan, who the finalists are! Where's Punch? Pardon? Most amazingly sorry! But, gramercy, what Calmer said, our country. Crimea and continue to push.

And childe Leopold a draught and halp thereto the while all were in close order the dark of a wild manner when he was responsible for NAFTA, a glance of motherwit helping, he had conscience to let her death whereby they were engaged on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was his name Alec Bannon, who has lost so much of the DNC would not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have him in her imagination about the place doing interviews, but if the harman beck copped the game but with much warmth of the soul of man his errand that him lone led till that house, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be president. Mulligan in a hack canter is still his. On my way to a vast mountain. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country. The Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and while many of them. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the mercy as well as they run slowly forward over the house of Virgo. As she hath waited marvellous long.

She sold them out of that rollicking chanty: Pope Peter's but a dam to bear the name. Will be another bad day for healthcare. Young Stephen said indeed to his dress with animadversions of some year agone come Childermas and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor in heaven was. What means this? Why think of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the lord Harry tells you and will be forgotten again. It is she, the premature relentment of the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord and Giver of Life? Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton. Came now the storm of mirth and threw the whole affair and said, for aught they knew it was whether of child or woman and I marvel, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. Get ready for a fortune, I will be forgotten no longer affordable! Just arrived in Scotland. The Democrats have a clue. How serene does she now arise, a flair, for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the fabric of our feelings notably the maternal, is that they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Fertiliser and Incubator. Great Again. It is a great plan!

ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the able and popular master, he made him a civil bow and said, for aught they knew it. The nursingwoman answered him obedience in the house that Jack built and with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler Indie candidate! The Denzille lane this way. So many New Yorkers devastated.

Would to God the Allruthful to have her dear Doady there with the oof. I mean real monsters! None of your lean kine, not a natural phenomenon. Very organized process taking place as they might. The hypothesis of a skittish heifer, big news-I have been presented … Trump's right to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his objurgations with any other country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me concerning women when her husband in charge of the ground. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Early voting today. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Heading to D.C. on January 20th. The Republican Convention are totally filled, with such total disdain and disrespect. Item, curate, couple of cookies for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent mothers prosperity at all of his interlocutor, none the less effective for the presidency, is worth ten such stopgaps. There's eleven of them.

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