#Chef Troy Guard

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It's a Done Deal

I’ve kown Chef Troy Guard a long time. I’ve watched, and written about, his carefully-conceived concepts that regularly improve the Colorado dining scene. I’ve been impressed by how he has managed to juggle the variety of restaurants, imparting his passions into each one. And I’ve seen him gracefully deal with restaurants that didn’t work out, learn from them, and move on, fearlessly. 2024 will…

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Literal French expressions

À deux - at two

À la + n. - in the style of

À la carte - at the menu

À la mode - in fashion

Amateur - lover

Après-ski - after skying

À propos - about

Armoire - wardrobe

Art nouveau - new art

Au naturel - plain

Au pair - at the peer

Auteur - author

Avant-garde - before guard

Bête noire - black beast

Blasé - jaded

Bon appétit - good appetite

Bon voyage - good journey

Boutique - shop

Buffet - credenza

Bureau - office

Canapé - couch

Carte blanche - white card

C'est la vie - that's life

Chauffeur - warmer (n.)

Chef - leader

Cliché - picture

Clique - gang

Connaisseur - "knower"

Coup d'état - blow of state

Coup de grâce - blow of mercy

Coup de foudre - blow of lightning

Couture - sewing (n.)

Cul-de-sac - ass of the bag

Début - beginning

Débutante - beginner

Déjà-vu - already seen

Dénouement - untying

Dossier - file

Double entendre - double hear

... du jour - of the day

Eau de toilette - washing water

Eau de vie - life water

Encore - again

Ennui - boredom

En route - in road

Ensemble - together

Entourage - people surrounding you

Entrepreneur - starter (n.)

Essai - attempt

Esprit de l'escalier - spirit of the stairs

Étiquette - label

Exposé - exposed

Façade - frontage

Faux pas - fake step

Femme fatale - deadly woman

Film noir - black movie

Fin de siècle - end of century

Flâneur - "stroller"

Femme - woman

Folie à deux - madness at two

Foyer - fireplace, home

Gamine - female kid (casual)

Gauche - left

Gendarme - person of weapons

Je ne sais quoi - I don't know what

Laissez-faire - let (someone) do (imperative)

Laissez-passer - let (someone) pass

L'appel du vide - the call of the void

Lingerie - underwear

Maître d' - master o'

Mardi gras - fat Tuesday

Matinée - morning

Ménage à trois - household at three

Mon/ma chéri-e - my cherished

Montage - mounting

Motif - pattern

Mural - on the wall (adj.)

Né-e - born

Négligé - neglected

Nom de plume - feather name

Parole - word

Petite - small (adj.)

Pied-à-terre - foot on land

Poilu - hairy

Pot pourri - rotten pot

Pourboire - for drink

Première - first

Prêt-à-manger - ready to eat

Protégé - protected

Renaissance - rebirth

Rendez-vous - appointment

Répertoire - directory

Résumé - summary

Risqué - risked

Robe - dress

Rouge - red

RSVP - answer please

Sans-culottes - without pantaloons

Savant - "knower" (n.)

Savoir-faire - know how to do (v.)

Savoir-vivre - know how to live

Séance - session

Soirée - evening

Souvenir - memory

Suite - sequel, development

Surveillance - careful watching

Tête-à-tête - head to head

Touché - touched

Tour - circuit

Trompe-l'oeil - cheats the eye

Venue - came

Vignette - sticker, label

Vis-à-vis - face to face

Voyeur - "seer"

Ballet vocabulary:

Allongé - laid down

Balancé - swinged

Balançoire - swing (n.)

Battu - battered

Brisé - broken

Chassé - chased

Chaînés - chained

Ciseaux - scissors

Coupé - cut

Dégagé - cleared

Développé - developed

Échappé - escaped

En cloche - in bell

En croix - in cross

Entrechat - between braid

En pointe - in tip

Failli - almost did

Fouetté - whipped

Glissade - sliding

Plié - bent

Jeté - thrown

Manège - carousel

Pas de bourrée - drunk step

Pas de chat - cat step

Pas de cheval - horse step

Pas de deux - step of two

Pas de valse - waltz step

Penché - leaned

Piqué - pricked

Port de bras - carry of arms

Relevé - lifted back up

Renversé - titled, bent backwards

Retiré - removed

Rond de jambe - leg circle

Temps de flèche - arrow time Tendu - stretched

Temps lié - linked time

Tombé - fallen

Tour en l'air - turn in the air

Kitchen vocabulary:

Amuse-bouche - mouth entertainer

Bain-Marie - Mary bath

Café au lait - milky coffee

Casserole - pot

Cordon bleu - blue ribbon

Crème brûlée - burnt cream

Crème de la crème - cream of the cream

Crème fraîche - fresh cream

Croissant - crescent

Éclair - lightning

Entrée - entrance

Filet mignon - cute net

Flambé - blazed

Foie gras - fat liver

Fondant - melting

Fondue - melted

Gourmet - foodie

Hors d'oeuvre - out of the work

Légume - vegetable

Liqueur - liquid

Mille-feuille - thousand leaf

Mousse - foam

Pâté - pasted

Roux - redhead(ed)

Sauté - jumped

Sautoir - "jumper"

Soufflé - blown

Velouté - velvety

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alright babes let's talk death stranding and how it absolutely came for my entire goddamn being, tore me open, rearranged my insides, and make me sob like a BB

this got long so have a read more lol

being entirely honest, i was not expecting to enjoy it or to be as rapt as i was by it. i had seen gifs of luca marinelli as neil from the second one a few months ago and that made me look up the trailer for the second one. i loved luca in the old guard and so of course i was interested in seeing him in pretty much anything else. the trailer was incredible, more like a short film than a trailer for a video game, so i figured, well, maybe when it's closer to being released, i'll watch the first one so i at least know the lore going in. so a few days ago, i think sunday, i convinced @silmarillisms to watch it with me. and what a fucking RIDE it was.

from the very start, i could not look away. the lore? perfection. the characters? entrancing. the scenery? incredible. that opening scene of fragile and sam in the cave with the invisible BT slowly walking through it gave me chills in all the best ways. it was mesmerizing and it only improved from there.

all of the characters were just amazing. there was not a single flat or dull or boring character in the entire game which is honestly really incredible. every time we got a new bit of backstory for sam, my heart ached for him. i love me a reluctant protagonist, it is probably one of my favorite tropes and he fit it so well. his disillusionment with the idea of america was a genuinely fascinating outlook considering the time in which the game itself was initially released. 2019 was, after all, the height of trump presidency number 1 and i think a lot of us felt about the same way. learning that he lost a wife and unborn child was just heartwrenching.

i LOVED fragile. absolutely loved her. her backstory, her history with higgs (who i will be discussing AT LENGTH here shortly don't you worry), her own motivations, i just loved her. that cutscene when she revealed her story to sam on the shore of the tar was just CHEF'S KISS of perfection for a reveal.

AND HIGGS! oh my GOD from the first second he was on screen he had my entire throat in his hand. i love me a slightly playful, maniacal, drawling, cynical bastard of an antagonist and i absolutely loved him from second one. the way it was set up for him to appear as the Big Bad was soooo perfectly done and i loved every bit of his dialogue. troy baker is an incredible va and just. god i loved higgs, y'all. i absolutely plan on writing him and i know that i am gonna be SO FUCKING ANNOYING about him for weeks so if you're a moot, you may wanna block that name lmfaooooo

the big fight scene with higgs controlling that huge BT and sam fighting it was just the most incredible thing i have ever seen in a video game. i cannot imagine how the second one will top it. i just cannot imagine it, truthfully. and then the fight between sam and higgs on the beach was also incredible. as much as i adore higgs, i was SCREAMING at the screen for sam to get him, to kick his ass, to fuck him up. i honestly cannot remember the last time that i fell in love with a big bad but still rooted for the protag to defeat him. THAT is what this game did to me!

all of the reveal of amelie being mostly behind everything, admittedly, i had kinda accidentally spoiled that for myself so i was aware of it but even knowing - even KNOWING!!! - there were still moments towards the end where i thought well, what if she isn't? because the writing and the acting was so good and so intense that it sowed enough doubt into me.

and the ending. oh, the ending. so, again, i knew that cliff was sam's father and that the memories he was seeing were actually his own, not BB-28's. so that didn't really surprise me. but, again, despite knowing that sam got lou out of the pod and that lou lived, i was still just sobbing as sam was trying to get lou to wake up. like, again, i KNEW all of this. i had seen the trailer for ds2 so i knew that he had the child but the writing, the scene, the acting, it made me worry that lou would not make it.

like, i cannot say enough good things about this game. was the walking bit a little boring? sure, yeah, a bit. but everything else made up for it. when the sensor went off to let sam know of BTs approaching, every single time i found myself whispering oh no because it was such an IMMEDIATE gutpunch of fear for sam and lou.

i don't know how death stranding 2 is going to be better. i truly don't. because the first one took my breath away and left me crying at my computer at 3 am.

10/10, incredible. most incredible game i have ever had the honor to watch.

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I underwent forensic observation at the Quebec National Legal Psychiatric Institute so you don’t have to

Basketball in the G Wings — The Slam Dunk Nobody Saw Coming

Let me start by saying: basketball and prison are two words you don’t expect to hear in the same sentence, except maybe in an action movie or some really wild YouTube video. But, believe it or not, I played basketball inside a prison wing called “G.” Yep, the G wings — not exactly Madison Square Garden, but hey, it had hoops and a court. That was more than enough for me to channel my inner NBA star. I was also reading Hamlet while inside…

I’m not saying I was LeBron James, but I did score a basket. One. Just one. And let me tell you, when that ball swished through the net, the crowd (made up mostly of guys who looked like they could bench-press a car) erupted in a way that felt like winning the championship. I felt like Michael Jordan in Space Jam, except my teammates didn’t wear Air Jordans — they wore… well, prison-issue jumpsuits.

Now, the problem with playing basketball in prison is that it doesn’t distract you from your problems for very long. In fact, it kind of highlights them — like, “Hey, I can shoot hoops but I’m still stuck in here.” So after a few games and a lot of sweat and questionable smells, I realized I needed a new plan.

Enter my mom, the real MVP of this story. She called me up (probably after reading some legal advice forum or just having that motherly sixth sense) and said: “Son, you need to tell them you’re suicidal. It’s the only way to get out of the G wings and into the forensic unit. It’s safer there.”

Now, imagine me trying to sound convincing. “Yeah, I’m really, really suicidal.” Cue the dramatic voice and sad puppy eyes. Apparently, I pulled it off, because the next thing I knew, I was moving to the H4 pavilion, the forensic observation unit.

Welcome to the H4 Pavilion — More Than Just a Jail Wing

The H4 pavilion was like the “VIP lounge” of forensic observation — if your idea of VIP includes armed guards and endless paperwork. I stayed there for more than 100 nights. Yes, more than three months. In a place where time has a funny way of standing still.

But here’s the crazy part: H4 wasn’t your typical prison wing. Oh no. They had some weirdly nice amenities that made me think, “Wait, am I in prison or on some kind of quirky summer camp?”

First, there was a swimming pool. I mean, who knew forensic observation units had swimming pools? I wasn’t training for the Olympics, but a few laps were enough to remind me that I was still human, even if surrounded by cement walls.

Then there was the tennis court. Yes, tennis. Not exactly Wimbledon, but it kept us busy. Imagine a bunch of people who are probably not supposed to be trusted with rackets, trying to play tennis in a fenced-in yard. Hilarious and kind of therapeutic.

They even had billiard tables — perfect for those moments when you want to feel like you’re in a smoky, classy bar instead of under 24/7 observation. And every now and then, we’d get broccoli pizza. Now, broccoli pizza is a weird combination even outside prison, but somehow, in H4, it became a culinary highlight. It’s like the chefs were sending a message: “Here’s your veggies, but disguised in cheese and dough.”

The Cast of Characters — Vincent, Vladimir, and Me

No story about prison would be complete without some colorful characters. During my stay, I met Vincent from Trois-Rivières, a guy with a laugh so infectious it could break the tension in any room. Vincent was the kind of person who could make you forget where you were — at least for a moment.

Then there was Christian Vladimir Eremia from Romania. You might have heard about him — he was accused of stabbing a priest back in 2019. That’s some heavy stuff. But in H4, he was just Vladimir, a guy trying to get through his observation with dignity.

Now, I like to think I’m pretty persuasive. So one day, I decided to write a “charte” — a kind of inmate manifesto or peace treaty — to improve the vibe in our little community. I laid out some basic rules about respect, no nonsense, and how we could all survive this together.

Guess what? I got Vincent and Vladimir to sign it. I mean, imagine getting the “prison stabby guy” and the Trois-Rivières legend on the same page, literally. It was like founding the United Nations, but with a lot more sarcasm and way less bureaucracy.

That charter became a badge of honor for us. Every time someone felt like stirring up trouble, we’d pull it out and remind them: “Hey, remember the charter?” It worked surprisingly well. Who knew a few signatures on a piece of paper could create peace in a place full of chaos?

The Night of Saint Jean Baptiste — TV Room Drama

If you think life in forensic observation is all swimming pools and billiards, think again. One unforgettable night, during the Saint Jean Baptiste celebrations, things took a turn.

There was a TV room — the place where you could catch some news, watch a movie, or just zone out for a bit. That night, I was watching my show when staff told me to leave. I politely refused. I figured, hey, I’m just trying to enjoy my evening. What’s the harm?

Apparently, my polite refusal didn’t go over well. They kicked me out. I got the rough treatment — the kind of rough that’s not exactly about kindness or understanding. It was humiliating and frustrating. So, naturally, I filed a complaint with the Protecteur du Citoyen (that’s the Quebec Ombudsman, for anyone who doesn’t know).

The best part? The Protecteur du Citoyen agreed with me. They said my complaint was founded, and the personnel had failed to follow protocol. Sweet victory. It felt good knowing someone recognized the injustice, even if it didn’t fix everything.

From Accused to Actor — The Harassment Plot Twist

Now, for a twist that sounds like it came straight from a sitcom writer’s notebook: I was once accused of harassment by my university. That’s right, the very institution where I was trying to get my degree decided to file a harassment claim against me. Awkward!

But here’s where it gets weirdly hilarious. When I went back to university after all that, I ended up starring in an Educ’aloï harassment prevention campaign — playing the harasser. Yes, me, the guy who had been accused, was cast as the bad guy in a campaign designed to teach people what not to do.

Educaloi

Imagine the irony! It was like life decided I was destined to teach by example, except in a way that made everyone cringe (and hopefully learn). I nailed the role, delivering every over-the-top “don’t do this” line with gusto.

So, from accused to actor, I turned a tough experience into a weirdly empowering performance. Life’s sense of humor never fails.

Reflections from Inside — Broccoli Pizza and Beyond

Looking back, my time at the Quebec National Legal Psychiatric Institute was a rollercoaster. From scoring basketball points in the G wings to swimming laps in forensic observation, it was a world of contradictions.

I lived with some of the most interesting people I’ll probably ever meet, learned how to navigate a system that’s part hospital, part jail, and part weird social experiment. I got a taste of human kindness and absurdity — sometimes in the same day.

The broccoli pizza? That was the cherry on top. A reminder that even in tough places, life throws you little surprises. You learn to adapt, to find humor, and to hold on to your humanity.

So yeah, I underwent forensic observation at the Quebec National Legal Psychiatric Institute so you don’t have to. But if you ever do, remember: bring your game face, maybe some tennis skills, and definitely a sense of humor.

Paal-Erik patient #30022

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Tuesday, November 19, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES? INTERIOR CHINATOWN (Disney + Star) THE FRENCH MONTANA STORY: FOR KHADIJA (Paramount+ Canada) THE LOUD HOUSE: THE REALLY LOUD HOUSE (Series Binge) (Paramount+ Canada) OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY (Paramount+ Canada) TROY (Paramount+ Canada) THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF BEVERLY HILLS (Slice) 8:00pm NIGHT COURT (CTV) 8:30pm NIGHT IS NOT ETERNAL (HBO Canada) 9:00pm DEFYING GRAVITY: THE CURTAIN RISES ON WICKED (City TV) 10:00pm TALES FROM OAK ISLAND (History Canada) 10:00pm

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA CARL THE COLLECTOR THIS IS HOCKEY

DISNEY + STAR INTERIOR CHINATOWN (all episodes)

NETFLIX CANADA DECK THE HALLS FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL ADAM RAY’S DR. COMEDY PHIL SPECIAL ZOMBIEVERSE: NEW BLOOD (KR)

NCAA MEN'S HOCKEY (TSN2) 7:00pm: Boston College vs. Providence

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN/TSN4) 7:00pm: Cavaliers vs. Celtics (SNWest) 8:00pm: Nuggets vs. Grizzlies (TSN/TSN4) 9:30pm: Thunder vs. Spurs (TSN/TSN5) 10:00pm: Mavericks vs. Warriors

NHL HOCKEY (TSN5) 7:00pm: Oilers vs. (SNWest/TSN5) 7:00pm: Oilers vs. Sens (SN) 7:00pm: Lightning vs. Penguins (TSN3) 8:00pm: Panthers vs. Jets (SN1) 9:00pm: Islanders vs. Flames (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Rangers vs. Canucks

CHUCK AND THE FIRST PEOPLES' KITCHEN (APTN) 7:00pm: Wolastoqiyik Wahsipekuk, Quebec - Sea Urchins Harvesting: Chuck travels to the lower Saint-Lawrence community of Wolastoqiyik to meet chef Maxime Lizotte and to fish sea urchins which are abundant in the Saint-Lawrence River. Chuck takes a boat and heads to the water to harvest this delicious seafood.

THIS HOUR HAS 22 MINUTES (CBC) 8:00pm

TODD TALBOT BUILDS: THE PASSIVE HOUSE PROJECT (Cottage Life) 8:00pm

THE GREAT BRITISH SEWING BEE (Makeful) 8:00pm: It’s Week Five of The Great British Sewing Bee, and this time the sewers are celebrating India with Nehru jackets, calico and Madras fabrics, and garments inspired by saris.

HOLIDAZED (W Network) 8:00pm/9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): A neighborhood of families rushes home for the holidays, ready to share in the chaos and joy of the season.

STILL STANDING (CBC) 8:30pm: Elliot Lake, ON: After the town's uranium mine went bust, Elliot Lake turned to of another precious resource: some of the most affordable real estate in the country.

LITTLE BIG COMMUNITY (APTN) 9:00pm: Healing is a collective effort on Pine Ridge. Meet Kyle and Stanley, Lakota men who use skateboards and horses to help youth connect with their traditions, boost self-worth, and thrive.

GOLD RUSH (Discovery Channel Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Parker buys Dominion Creek; the Beets family erupts into chaos when the eldest son, Kevin, takes the year off; after disappearing for a year, Rick Ness tries to pull off a longshot comeback.

THE STANFORD PRISON EXPERIMENT: UNLOCKING THE TRUTH (Nat Geo Canada) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Looking into the journey and the story behind the notorious Stanford Prison Experiment, as told by its prisoners and guards.

THE NEW WAVE OF STANDUP (CBC) 9:30pm: Canada's hottest new comics gather for one hilarious night of standup at the Just For Laughs Vancouver festival.

A GOOD GAME (APTN) 10:30pm: During the 2018-2019 NHL season, The Ottawa Senators Community Foundation created an annual Indigenous appreciation night. John visits Kerry Andrews in Pikwakanagan to learn how attending this year's celebration affects her community.

[writer-of-many-ships]

Welcome aboard the doomreed ship!!! I just read your fics and I LOVE them so much!!!!

Anyway, you can totally ignore the rest of this ask, I hope I’m not infordumping or annoying or anything but since I also got into this ship through movieverse, I thought I might introduce you to these little headcanons of mine (which again you can totally ignore them)

In King Arthur movie (2004), Ioan Gruffudd (the actor who plays Reed Richards) wears armor and it looks like Reed wearing Victor’s armor

Julian McMahon (the actor who plays Doom) starred in Charmed series where his character is a “devil evil” who had to trick his enemy into falling in love with him so that he could kill her. But it didn’t go as planned because he ended up actually falling in love with her. It’s not as simple as them living happily ever after together though because their history (their families are enemies and have been battling against each other for idk now long, maybe decades or centuries, it’s been a while since I watched the show) forbade them from being together and he still needed to kill her. He wanted to abandon his life’s purpose to be with her, but he’s coming to realize that if he truly loved her he needed to let her go and that she “deserved someone better”. It’s a tragic love story full of betrayal and pain where they both love each other but can’t be together. The point of me rambling about this? DOOMREED CHARMED AU WHERE VICTOR TRICKED REED INTO FALLING IN LOVR WITH HIM SO HE COULD KILL HIM WHEN REED’S GUARD WAS DOWN. BUT OH NO HE ACTUALLY FELL IN LOVE WITH REED???? AAAAAAAAAAA

Another, Julian McMahon as Doctor Christian Troy in Nip/Tuck series? Chefs kiss. I just think he’s extremely hot as a “sexy and naughty playboy doctor” (yes, this is literally how his character in Nip/Tuck is, sexy and naughty doctor)

Oh and did I mention Ioan Gruffudd as Doctor Henry Morgan in Forever series and Ioan as Doctor Daniel Harrow in Harrow series? Both characters are literally so Reed coded it’s insane and it’s so amazing. Henry Morgan is a medical examiner and Daniel Harrow is a pathologist so they both solve crimes through dead bodies. But like… they’re both literally so Reed Richards coded, character and personality-vise and everything. Henry is like a younger version of Reed (the one we saw in the movies) while Daniel Harrow is like a more-adult version of Reed, the funny thing is that Ioan as Daniel Harrow looks so much like how Reed looks in the comics. But like it’s not just their appearances, their characters (Henry, Harrow and Reed) have SO MANY THINGS in common in terms of personality.

A bonus is that Henry Morgan’s enemy, Adam, and Henry’s relationship with Adam also reminds me so much of DoomReed.

And that’s it for my rambling lol I hope I wasn’t being annoying. Again, love your fics and welcome aboard the ship!!!!

This was an amazing thing to wake up to!! Thank you for sharing and I didn't mind the rambling at all, I loved reading this 🥹 also glad you like the fics! I have more planned 💕

[joekellyotcglobalholdings]

How This Chef Navigated a $80000 Turnaround for His Business

How This Chef Navigated a $80,000 Turnaround for His Business https://www.entrepreneur.com/leadership/how-this-chef-navigated-a-80000-turnaround-for-his/468571 Troy Guard of TAG Restaurant Group discusses transforming from chef to owner, asking for what you want, and the power of storytelling. via Entrepreneur: Latest Articles https://www.entrepreneur.com/latest January 23, 2024 at 07:00AM

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹 · 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2

𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿.

It took on a new meaning with her.

It meant being a good girl for her. It meant submitting myself to her whims and desires. Inside and out of the sheets.

She was building a slow burning, steady, and sturdy devotion. A devotion that would be tested. A devotion that would see loyalty beyond reason.

All in the name of earning the praise to be good enough. To be sufficient. All in the name of good behavior.

It would be that very devotion that would change me. Encourage me into who I am today. It was her that drew out the darkness she could see coiled within me. Coaxed into the forefront of my person with each whispered praise and tender kiss.

Some might mistakenly say that Kamille made me who I am today.

But that’s not entirely true.

She simply angled the light into my shadowed corners so that I could see myself for who I truly am. She brought forth the truth of my desires and inhibitions.

She revealed who I always was, deep inside.

She was everything I had ever wanted and for a year inside those walls, I worshipped her. I did anything and everything that she asked of me. I began helping her with 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. Moving contraband and paying off guards.

𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿.

The concept was out the window now. My loyalty to Kamille was unmatched. Proven with risk after escalated risk… until one day.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭…”

“Oh god. What have I done?”

Blood covered my hands… dripping onto the concrete floor…

ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅɪɴɢ

My Apple Watch vibrates and a pinging sound wakes me from the nightmare. The memory. The reminiscent image a crimson soaked blade clattering to my feet fades behind my eyelids as I sit up in bed.

I had forgotten to take the band off while I slept and a notification had sounded, warning me of a spiked increase in my heartrate. I can feel it now, thundering behind the cell bars of my ribcage as Petra and Archie glance up from Troy’s side of the bed. Both of the pups snuggled together and after a minute of me resting back against the headboard to catch my breath, they lay their heads down to go back to sleep.

My swiping away of the notification on the little screen tells me that it’s 3am. It would be noon in Greece. Troy would be in the middle of lunch meetings or coffee with someone.

The thought of him, his broad hand wrapped around a flimsy paper cup, brow furrowed in concentration while he hooked a finger into the noose of his tie, makes me ache.

Rubbing my palms over my face, realizing suddenly just how dry my mouth is, I swing my legs out of bed and pad barefoot into the wide penthouse kitchen. The lights of the city shine in through the large windows and reflect off of the stainless steel appliances.

After filling a glass of water from the port in the fridge, I sip generously, the ice cold liquid soothing a parched throat, raspy from the heavy breathing that accompanies nightmares. I can still see my hands, dripping in blood and I’m unsure if I’m drawing the image from my memory or my dream.

Suddenly, I freeze.

I’m not alone.

Slow, steady footsteps are making their way towards the kitchen.

I move silently but swiftly, setting my half full glass down and grabbing a chef’s knife from the knife block on the counter. Turning around, I clutch the knife at my side, holding my breath as the footsteps grow closer.

Thud… thud… thud… thud…

She’s here. She’s found me.

She’s in the penthouse.

Thud.. thud… thud… thud…

The footsteps round the corner, the perpetrator entering the kitchen …

But it’s just Archie.

He gazes up at me with tired eyes, pausing only briefly before thump thump thumping over to get some water himself from the shared bowl on the floor nearby.

Oh god.

What is wrong with me.

The knife is replaced into the block with a trembling hand as I try not to laugh, humiliated at my own foolishness.

So tense. Terrified.

I need to get out of here.

She hasn’t tried to contact me since I took up residence here. The security is insane. But I know it’s only a matter of time before she finds a way.

I can’t stay here. Alone, and paranoid.

Before he had left, Troy and I had talked about me going to Greece with him. He was concerned about the stalking, he could see the fear in me, but I couldn’t just leave work with no notice. I was due to fly over in two weeks to meet him at the tail end of his business trip.

But I can’t stay here any longer. Alone and paranoid. So, I’ll go now. Surprise him. Work has had a two week notice of my vacation, they’ll manage.

Troy will be busy for the rest of the month, no doubt, but that’s fine. I can explore the country alone during the day and we can explore together at night.

But most importantly. I’ll be with him. Near him.

The one place I’ve felt the most safe in my entire life… beneath the weight of his arm.

[bougredane]

Junot and Marmont attempt to stage a jailbreak.

Napoleon runs into trouble post-Thermidor. Some handle it better than others. From the new Junot bio by Sylvain Dubief : JUNOT, Premier aide de camp de Napoléon (1771-1813). French and my translation under the cut.

Funeste jour que ce 27 juillet 1794 : il s’agit du 9 thermidor an II. Maximilien « le sanglant » est enfin déclaré hors-la-loi, et Augustin, protestant la culpabilité de son frère, demande à partager sa peine ; ce qui lui est immédiatement accordé … Ils meurent ensemble le lendemain sur l’échafaud.

D’un seul coup, comme par magie, ce qui encore quelques jours auparavant paraissait impossible … redevient possible ! Les arrogants et implacables jacobins se terrent, n’osant plus sortir, courbant la tête, essayant vainement de faire oublier leurs méfaits, tandis que les nouveaux représentants du Peuple les traquent et recherchent tous ceux qui ont pu les aider à faire couler le sang des vrais patriotes.

Bonaparte comprend, dès qu’il apprend la nouvelle, que son sort va se jouer dans les jours à venir : il faut rester calme, comme le doit rester un innocent, un homme qui n’a rien à se reprocher, et, même plus, un homme qui a déjà rendu de grands services à la Nation.

Les commissaires Albitte, Salicetti, et Laporte déclarent, au nom du Peuple français, que le général Bonaparte a totalement perdu leur confiance par la conduite la plus suspecte et, surtout, par le voyage qu’il vient d’effectuer récemment à Gênes … ils décrètent donc ce qui suit :

« Le général Buonaparte, commandant en chef de l’artillerie de l’armée d’Italie, est provisoirement suspendu de ses fonctions. Il sera par les soins et sous la responsabilité du général en chef de ladite armée, mis en arrestation et traduit au comité de salut public, à Paris, sous bonne et sûre escorte. Les scellés seront apposés sur tous les papiers et effets … »

Le général doit garder les arrêts de rigueur dans la maison où il loue une chambre, la villa du comte Laurenti, sous la garde de trois gendarmes.

Quant à Junot, à l’inverse de son général, il ne décolère pas et court en tous sens. Bonaparte devant un tribunal ? Condamné ? Guillotiné ? Marmont acquiesce à cette révolte : ils doivent, ensemble, trouver un moyen de le sauver. Ils élaborent rapidement un scénario d’évasion, digne de ces deux jeunes militaires fougueux : il suffit de tuer les gendarmes et de s’enfuir ensuite en Italie.

La vieille masure de Château-Sallé résonne des sanglots de la famille Bonaparte. Lorsque’Andoche y arrive, la pauvre mère du prisonnier, Letizia, est dans tous ses états. Il essaye de la réconforter, lui exposant son point de vue, et, l’assurant que s’il faut en arriver aux pires extrémités, il met à exécution son plan d’évasion. Elle n’a qu’à lui faire un signe de la tête pour acquiescer.

Letizia hésite. Elle connaît bien son Napoléon ; il vaut mieux le consulter avant, plutôt que d’entreprendre une action qui pourrait contrecarrer ses propres desseins. Sage décision.

Dès le lendemain, l’aide de camp fait passer discrètement à son général son audacieux projet et reçoit en retour ce billet :

« Je reconnais bien ton amitié, mon cher Junot, dans la proposition que tu me fais ; depuis longtemps tu connais aussi celle que je t’ai vouée, et j’espère que tu y comptes. Les hommes peuvent être injustes envers moi, mon cher Junot, mais il suffit d’être innocent : ma conscience est le tribunal où j’évoque ma conduite. Cette conscience est calme, quand je l’interroge ; ne fais donc rien, tu me compromettrais.

Adieu, mon cher Junot, salut et amitié. »

Bonaparte a raison et, après avoir dicté à Junot lui-même, le 25 thermidor an II (12 août 1794), un courrier adressé aux représentants du peuple, si clair et convaincant, qu’il est lavé de tout soupçon et remis en liberté dès le 20 août. Tout rentre dans l’ordre.

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A dreadful day, that July 27, 1794: it’s 9 Thermidor, Year II. Maximilian "The Bloody" is finally declared an outlaw, and Augustin, protesting the guilt of his brother, asks to share his sentence; a request which is granted him immediately ... They die together the next day on the scaffold.

Suddenly, as if by magic, what - even a few days before - seemed impossible ... becomes possible again! The arrogant and implacable Jacobins are holed up, not daring to go out, bowing their heads, vainly attempting to make the public forget their misdeeds, while the new representatives of the People hunt them down, seeking out all those who may have aided in the blood-shedding of the true patriots.

Bonaparte understands, as soon as he hears the news, that his fate will play out in the days to come: one must remain calm, as an innocent person should remain, a man who has nothing to be ashamed of, and - even more - a man who has already rendered great service to the Nation.

Commissioners Albitte, Salicetti, and Laporte declare, on behalf of the French people, that General Bonaparte has lost their confidence completely, by the most suspicious conduct and, above all, by the trip he has recently made to Genoa ... they therefore decree the following:

“General Buonaparte, Commander-in-Chief of the Army of Italy's artillery, is provisionally suspended from his duties. He will be placed under the surveillance and responsibility of the General-in-Chief of said army, arrested and brought before the Committee of Public Safety in Paris, under good and sure escort. Seals will be affixed to all papers and effects… ”

The general must concede to his strict confinement within the bounds of the house where he rents a room, the villa of Count Laurenti, under the guard of three gendarmes.

As for Junot, unlike his general, he is far from calm and flies in all directions. Bonaparte in court? Condemned? Guillotined? Marmont humors this agitation: they must, together, find a way to save him. They quickly develop an escape scenario worthy of two fiery young soldiers: they’ll simply kill the gendarmes and then flee to Italy.

The miserable old house of Château-Sallé echoes the sobs of the Bonaparte family. When Andoche arrives there, the prisoner's poor mother, Letizia, is a mess. He tries to comfort her, presenting his view of the matter, and assuring her that, if it comes down to it, he’ll carry out his escape plan. All she has to do is nod her head to agree.

Letizia hesitates. She knows her Napoleon well; it’s better to consult him beforehand, rather than make a move that might thwart his designs. Wise decision.

The next day, the aide-de-camp discreetly passes on this daring project to his general and receives this note in return:

“I recognize your friendship, my dear Junot, in the offer you are making me; You know well enough my own attachment, which I have long devoted to you, and I hope you count upon it. Men can be unjust to me, my dear Junot, but it is enough to be innocent: my conscience is the tribunal where I speak of my conduct. This conscience is calm when I question it; do nothing - you would compromise me.

Farewell, my dear Junot, be assured of my friendship, and all my best."

Bonaparte is right and, after having dictated to Junot himself, on 25 Thermidor, Year II (12 August, 1794) a letter -  so clear and convincing - addressed to the representatives of the people, he is cleared of all suspicion and released on August 20. Everything is in order once again.

....

Many thanks to @joachimnapoleon​ for mentioning the book ! It’s been enjoyable so far, well-written and engaging, and more exact than the other two Junot bios. 

(Even if he does cite that one super wild novel-thing from the Mercure de France ...)

[zombiesama]

OK people are interested in the nanbaka magi AU so Buckle Up

First off, Jyugo is a dungeon capturer. He only managed to capture the dungeon because the other cell 13 boys carried him through. Why the Djinn chose him, no one knows, but they did.. His metal vessel is one of his shackles & his Djinn equip is the sword hands. He has no goddamn control of his magoi, someone please help him.

Cell 13 is his household!

Nico and Rock are both Fanalis bc they're Big Strong. They're not related, they probably escaped captivity together and became bros. Nico's household vessel is his ball and chain, which he can use as a weapon. Rock's is his hair-jewelry-things which boosts his strength and defense.

Nico has an interest in magic and wishes he was a magician. He is annoyingly obsessive and will bother every magician he comes across (mood).

Uno's household vessel is his necklace. I haven't decided how it functions yet, probably boosts agility or something.

Tsukumo tried to join their group but they all decided he was annoying and kicked him out. They still consider him a friend, they just couldn't put up with him on a daily basis.

Obviously Elf is part of al-tharmen. He's probably a magician.

Man with the scar on his neck is Definetly part of al-tharmen and a magician.

Upa is a magician, Qi is just vibing, and Liang is Samon's household. All work for Samon, whose metal vessel is his staff. Qi is a waste of space.

Inori is also part of Samon's household. Haven't thought about anything about his household vessel.

Honey and Trois are Kiji's household. Honey's spikey hair bullshit has something to do with his household vessel, which is probably a brooch or something. Trois' glasses are his metal vessel. Idk how it functions.

Kiji's metal vessel is Kiji's weapon. I can't think of what it's called right now. Either that or a hand mirror.

Musashi is a dungeon capturer, obviously, and his flames are a Djinn equip. His metal vessel is probably his nipple piercing a weapon of some kind. He's always had a massive amount of magoi.

Kenshirou and Hitoshi are surprisingly Musashi's household. It just kinda Happened. Hajime is pissed about it.

Kenshirou's whip is his household vessel and Hitoshi's is probably something like a garter belt Ngl. His boosts his strength.

Kenshirou has a bunch of dogs. They are skilled guard dogs, but mostly he just babies them.

Hitoshi and Hajime are probably also Fanalis, but also I hate Hajime so I refuse to make him anything cool so that's not happening.

Seitarou is a magician. Yamato is just vibing.

Everyone Expects Hajime to be a dungeon capturer, but no, he's just like that. Seitarou and Yamato work under him. Tsukumo probably hangs around Yamato and isn't considered an official part of their group. He's just kinda there.

Momoko, however, Is a dungeon capturer. The rest of the guards are her household & all the guards work under her. She's probably the ruler of a small country.

There was some lineage mishaps and no one can figure out if Momoko or Shin should have the throne. Rather than duke it out or anything they just rule together.

Shin is a dungeon capturer, his boots (prosthetics?) Are his metal vessel. His guards are his household.

Enki is a dungeon capturer. Ruka is his household. Ruka's fan is Ruka's household vessel.

Mao wants to be a dungeon capturer like Samon, but they either haven't been able to enter a dungeon or have only done so with other people who the Djinn picked over them.

Shiro is from the kouga clan. He probably left and got a job at a restaurant. Rock adores his cooking and begs to go there any time they're even in the same country as the restaurant.

Okina and Kazari are magicians. Instead of being a robot Kaguya is their adopted fanalis daughter. Okina and Kazari hate eachother still, but put up with eachother purely for Kaguya.

Nico is still chronically ill ofc so he needs to see a doctor/healer regularly. Okina is his preferred physician. Okina has begrudgingly become attatched to the little fanalis and worries about him when he's not around.

Kuu is Hajime's pet but he refuses to admit it. He lies and says Kuu is just a stray that hangs around.

Haku is Shiro's pet, which he still hides from the chef.

Ok that's all I can think of for now thanks bye

[sincerelyreidburke]

Don't know why but all of the sudden I'm starting to wonder, what exactly was going through Quinn's mind after Nando left the Halloween party?

Something like this!

(Thank you for the ask!!!!!🤍🤍🤍)

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Quinn has been waiting all night.

What for, he isn’t sure. The catch, maybe. For the other shoe to drop. He thought, beyond a doubt, that making the active decision to attend a frat party would mean bad news for him. That something would go wrong, something had to. Nevermind that it’s his first real college party in the first place— it’s also the ice hockey team.

And it’s not that he has anything against hockey. It’s popular back home, and he knows Samwell won some kind of a big game last year. It’s just that Quinn Cooper and sports do not usually mix. He tends to stay far away from that kind of action. The closest he’s gotten to a sport would probably be playing Troy in that one community production of High School Musical the summer before eleventh grade.

The point is, he really counted on something going wrong tonight.

And you could ask, hm, why would a person get himself into a situation out of which he was only expecting something to go wrong? The truth is… Quinn just wanted to branch out a bit, push his comfort zone. He likes Denice, thinks she’s sweet, and he’s grateful she invited everybody to the party.

Also, he made his costume. He didn’t really get a chance to wear it for much longer than the hour-long drama club general membership meeting (Halloween edition) on Thursday night. And if he didn’t go out tonight, he would’ve just spent it holed up in his room looking for bootlegs online.

Thus: frat party. The Samwell Hockey Haus. The… cutest boy he’s ever seen.

He didn’t plan on this, didn’t factor boys into his agenda for the evening. He thought he would be spending time with Denice, and, yes, okay, probably meeting some hockey players, but not… this. Not sitting on the porch with one until long past midnight, losing track of time in the conversation. Not this lightness in his chest he’s not sure he’s ever felt before.

He’s not going to read too far into this, because he doesn’t get his hopes up. Even though this guy made a sexuality-disclosing comment no less than ten minutes into their conversation tonight. And even though he let down his own guard enough to do the same himself— much later, but he still did it.

He’s met other gay guys. He does theatre, for the love of God. He’s just… never really met someone quite like Sebastián. Never hit it off so easily with a guy, never completely lost track of time talking to him like that.

But he isn’t going to get his hopes up. He can’t.

He pushes his way back into the living-room of the house after Sebastián’s friend in the chef costume takes him away for the night. He wonders, dimly, if he’ll ever see him again, but then again, if he can find him through Denice, would it really be that difficult?

Besides, who knows if Sebastián would even want to see him again. He kept him all night, while his hockey friends partied inside. Something in him knows that if he hadn’t showed up to this party, Sebastián’s night would have likely gone very differently. It would’ve… been more fun, probably. He feels a little guilty for it.

There’s still something of a disaster scene going on inside the actual frat house, overseen by the DJ in the robot mask, who, by the way, seems to run on a never-ending supply of energy. Quinn stands to the side of the front door and goes straight for the volume in his ears, turning it down to a level that allows him to be able to hear himself think again without the constant intrusion of bass. He can still feel the floor vibrate with the sound. Apparently, the DJ has no concept of volume control.

Now to find Denice. He’ll thank her, and then he’ll go back to his room and sleep. A respectable amount.

And maybe, the next time he sees her, he’ll ask about Sebastián. Maybe. He’s not sure he wants to let himself do that. There would be no use setting himself up for rejection, if it turns out he isn’t interested.

But tonight… what a lovely night. It can’t have been a fluke.

He wants to listen to Grease. It was playing earlier anyway.

Cautiously, he steps into the general crowd. Denice’s skirt was bright-pink, and he thinks that would make her easy to spot, but he isn’t having any luck scanning the room for her. Tony isn’t anywhere to be seen, either. He tries to avoid sweaty bodies and/or being trampled by tall people as he searches for a familiar face, but there’s nothing. It’s a wall of unfamiliarity. He hasn’t seen any of these people before.

Maybe this is where the other shoe drops. He gets lost and disoriented, a useless drama club freshman, in a hockey party crowd.

He should have just gone back to Wilson with Sebastián and his friend.

“Hey, are you okay?”

He must look lost, which is horribly embarrassing, but evident given the look on the person’s face who has just said this to him. It’s a tall guy, probably just as tall as Sebastián was, and he’s standing against the wall next to another, equally tall guy. They must be hockey players. “You look slightly stressed,” the guy adds.

Quinn really doesn’t want to be laughed at or made fun of. He puts up his guard. “I’m alright,” he replies, squaring his shoulders like they aren’t what feels like a foot taller than him. “Have you seen Denice?”

“Oh, Ford?” The guy who spoke smiles a little, then shakes his head. He has brown skin and green eyes, with a backwards red ball cap over his curly hair, and he’s very handsome. Also, he’s holding the other guy’s hand, and he’s tucked it into his back pocket. There’s a stuffed animal of some kind in another of his pockets. A lobster or a crab, maybe? “She went to bed, I think.”

“She was chaperoning her tipsy boyfriend,” adds the other guy, who is possibly the most ginger person Quinn has ever seen in his life. “He… can be a lot when he’s drunk.”

The first guy laughs knowingly. “But we can pass a message along to her,” he says, “if you need. Yoo— wait!” Something like realization dawns on his face. He seems a little tipsy, too, but definitely not completely drunk. “Are you her drama freshman?”

Oh, gee. Does Quinn have a reputation among the hockey team already? “I am,” he replies, standing his ground. The good news is that neither of the guys seem to have any interest in making fun of them. “I just wanted to thank her for inviting me.”

“Ohh. That’s cool, man.” The red hat guy pauses. “Sorry she left. I’ll chirp her tomorrow, if you want.”

Quinn has no idea what this means. He brushes off the lapel of his jacket. “I suppose I can just text her.”

“Do you need anything?” asks the ginger. His ears are huge. “There’s water in the kitchen.”

“Oh, I’m quite alright.” Quinn pauses. He should just get out of here. He doesn’t feel uncomfortable, exactly, especially not knowing these two hockey players are holding hands in plain sight— but he’d feel much more comfortable back in his bed. “But thank you,” he adds. “I think I’d best get back to my room.”

“Do you need a walking buddy?” asks red hat guy.

“Oh, goodness, no.” Quinn smooths his hair. “But thank you. I do appreciate it.”

“Of course, bro,” he replies. “Stay safe out there. Have a good night.”

“Thank you; I will.” He nods over his shoulder at the both of them, then signs goodbye. “You as well.”

The crowd takes just as much effort to push back through, and when he finally emerges back out onto the porch, he dusts himself off and takes a deep breath. That was a far too sweaty and crowded experience for his liking. It was much nicer being out here, on the porch with Sebastián, having a conversation.

He shakes himself out a little on his way down the front steps. He shouldn’t be daydreaming about a boy he just met tonight, especially one he’s not sure he’ll ever get the chance to see again.

Should he ask Denice? Maybe he should just ask Denice.

But— not tonight, he decides, as he walks away from the frat house and back towards the street. In the morning, he’ll decide if he wants to ask Denice about him.

Tonight, he’ll go back to his room. He’ll get changed and put his costume away. He’ll possibly listen to Grease. He’ll indulge himself in this daydream just a little longer, because he still can’t shake that lighthearted feeling.

But after that, he’ll go to bed. And in the morning, he’ll text Denice to thank her.

And after that… well, he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

[gena19830620-blog]

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L'Etat, c'est lui...

  Que ne nous avait-il pas promis ! La jeunesse triomphante allait chasser les vieux ramollis, le progressisme le plus ''bobo'' allait nous détacher des miasmes, des conservateurs puants et des vieilles habitudes (qualifiées de populistes quand on ne sait pas quoi en dire). Le remplacement de trognes trop vues par des visages nouveaux (et beaux, bien sûr!) allait libérer la France de ses traditions et de son histoire, ridiculisée en ''crime contre l'Humanité'' (tout de même... il faut oser !)... Nous allions connaître la félicité, grâce au recadrage des vieux (enfin cantonnés à leur rôle de payeurs d'impôts confiscatoires)... et grâce à un alignement sur cette Europe dénaturée, absurde, perdue, dont plus un seul européen ne veut ! Demain, on allait raser gratis, dans une République ‘’exemplaire’’... On a vu... On voit...

  Comme on pouvait le redouter, un piège aussi bien tendu a marché... et les pauvres électeurs français, matraqués comme jamais par des tsunamis de fake news ont découvert, les pauvres, que  le lieu commun ''j'ai confiance dans la justice de mon pays'' n'était qu'un énorme bobard cathophobe et ''fillonicide''  : au milieu des mensonges colportés par toute une ''intelligentzia'' inintelligente et des relais journalistiques tous pourris car tous à gauche (à une exception près : Valeurs Actuelles, valeur sûre !), la victoire est revenue au candidat des médias, du fric et des magistrats sans pudeur... contre celui du cœur, de la raison, et de la France.

  Dès le lendemain, l'erreur est devenue palpable, mais les français sont si légitimistes que personne n'a osé le dire... à l'exception de quelques blogueurs qui persistaient à annoncer une issue néfaste. Les fameuses ''nouvelles têtes'' étaient soit des gloires flétries du  socialisme (des Ferrand, Collomb, Castaner, Jospin... pour ne citer que les pires), soit des ultimes survivants des conneries de mai 68 (des Schiappa, Hulot ou de Rugy), soit des ectoplasmes issus de cette ''droite à gauche'', tels le sinistre (et nul) Edouard Philippe ou le nul (et sinistre) Darmanin. Dans la chasse aux prébendes et aux avantages, on a bien vu se pointer quelques têtes nouvelles, avec une araignée soit au veston soit au plafond... Il aurait mieux valu qu'ils restent dans l'anonymat qui était leur avenir logique : à l'exception de mon ami Jean-Michel Blanquer, qui a rendu l'espoir à notre jeunesse en annihilant heureusement ses trois prédécesseurs mortifères, et tous ont fait long feu. Sauf l'infréquentable Benalla dont la seule présence est une faute de goût et de dégoût.

  Comme sœur Anne, nous n'avons rien vu venir. Les godillots du Palais Bourbon ont beau se plaindre de travailler, les seules lois qui ont changé quelque chose à nos vies ne sont que celles qui, d'inspiration socialiste, ont appauvri la majorité de nos concitoyens au profit de ces appels d'air soi-disant humanitaires qui ne sont que criminels... C'est d'ailleurs cette semaine que les français ont enfin commencé à gagner de l'argent pour eux : depuis le premier janvier, 100 % de nos efforts n'ont servi qu'à payer des folies mortifères... Et le cauchemar continue, sans espoir.

  Et pendant ce temps, le Président de la République se vautre dans un manque absolu de jugeote en s'éprenant d'un individu tel que ce faux ''body-guard'', ce qui est très grave à ce niveau : quand on est tout en haut, on n'a pas le droit de se laisser avoir par un type sans envergure, sans savoir faire, sans le moindre début de qualification pour les responsabilités qu'on lui a abandonnées (mais pourvu d'une audace et d'une prétention sans limites, comme il l'a démontré vendredi dernier au ''20 heures'' : à ce degré, c'est de l'inconscience ou de la bêtise -ou les deux !). Ce sale type odieux avait, auprès de notre Président, un rôle bien plus intime qu'un garde du corps, et bien plus important qu'un ''chargé de la logistique et des bagages'', comme voudrait le faire croire  l'incroyable (dans tous les sens du mot !) Castaner, le bluffeur en chef de La République en marche : les français ont le droit de savoir pourquoi un type vraiment pas fréquentable (que même le pitoyable Arnault Montebourg avait dû foutre à la porte pour faute grave) avait séduit notre Président et lui seul, au point d'être toujours dans son sillage, tout près, presque tout contre ! La farce des commissions parlementaires ajoute le foutage de gueules à l’indécence : le seul vrai sujet, c’est : ‘’Benalla, pourquoi, comment ?’‘, et non un ‘’spoil system’’ : l’appareil d’Etat émasculé pour un Benalla ! Quelle honte !

  Mais le problème n'est pas là où l’Élysée essaye de le contenir : c'est Macron qui, dans un pays qui est au 23e rang des pays les plus corrompus (mais dont le chef veut donner des leçons de morale au monde entier et n’en recevoir de personne), a fabriqué un vrai drame qui est le reflet des énormités qui marquent ce quinquennat, comme le précédent. En disant "le responsable c'est moi", Macron fait d'une petite frappe l'anti-héros douteux d'une affaire d'Etat qui n'avait pas lieu d'être. Et en affirmant, bravache, puéril et hâbleur, qu'il est ''fier de l'avoir embauché'' et qu'il approuve ''la faiblesse des sanctions prises'', il dépasse tout ce qui est acceptable.

  Qu'il le veuille ou non, les français sont obligés de se poser des questions, ne serait-ce que sur les prises de positions insoutenables sur le fond que leur Président prend sans cesse sur tout ce qui touche à l'islam. Sur ce sujet délicat entre tous, jusqu'où allait l'influence réelle de cet individu dont le pouvoir est une insulte à la France et aux français ? Devant la véhémence avec laquelle le Président le remercie de sa nullité envahissante à ses côtés, on est en droit de se demander si son influence néfaste n'a pas pu aller bien au delà des inutilités auxquelles le Pouvoir se donne un mal fou pour faire croire qu'elle se cantonnait ?

  Pourtant, à un moment où la politique menée par Donald Trump réussit à peu près dans tous les domaines (nous l'avions prédit longtemps avant son élection) et où la France se débat entre un chômage en hausse et une croissance en berne... (comme prévu), il est temps que Macron devienne adulte, change tout son entourage et ses conseillers, et fasse enfin les 3 ou 4 choses simples que tout le monde attend : changer de doctrine, baisser violemment les impôts (sans astuces ni camouflage), s'attaquer franchement à la dépense dite ''publique'' (encore un mot mensonger qui fait un mal inouï), oublier toutes les bêtises qu'il dit sur ''son'' Europe et sur l'immigration, nos deux drames majeurs...  et sa vison (nulle et dangereuse !) de l'islam et les sujets dits ''sociétaux''...  Même sans espoir, on peut rêver...

H-Cl.

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