#Joshua Askew

[llynteggwyn]

Moreover, Israel has made it lawful to hold dead Palestinians’ bodies and steal their organs. A 2019 Israeli Supreme Court ruling permits the military to bury the bodies temporarily in the “Numbers Cemetery”. By the end of 2021, the Israeli Knesset had passed laws allowing the army and police to hold on to the bodies of dead Palestinians.

There have been reports in recent years of the unlawful use of Palestinian corpses held by Israel, including the theft of organs and their use in Israeli university medical schools. Israeli doctor Meira Weiss disclosed in her book Over Their Dead Bodies that organs taken from dead Palestinians were utilised in medical research at Israeli universities’ medical faculties and were transplanted into Jewish-Israeli patients. Even more concerning are admissions made by Yehuda Hess, the former director of Israel’s Abu Kabir Institute of Forensic Medicine, about the theft of human tissues, organs and skin from dead Palestinians over a period of time without their relatives’ knowledge or consent.

Israel had become “ground zero for both legal and illegal” human organ transactions, according to a 2009 report by the US CNN network, which also alleged that Israel participated in the theft of organs from dead Palestinians for illegal use. This was denied by an Israeli minister at the time, who described the allegation as an “anti-Semitic blood libel against the Jewish people and the Jewish state.” Nevertheless, Euro-Med Monitor confirmed that Israel is the only country that systematically holds on to the dead bodies of those it kills, under the pretext of “security deterrence” and in total violation of international charters and agreements.

Like any other country, Israel must abide by international law, which stipulates the need to respect and protect the bodies of the dead during armed conflicts. The Fourth Geneva Convention stresses that: “Each party to the conflict must take all possible measures to prevent the dead from being despoiled. Mutilation of dead bodies is prohibited.”

Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor also confirmed that refusing to hand over the bodies of the dead so their grieving families can bury them with dignity and in accordance with their religious beliefs may amount to collective punishment. This is strictly prohibited in Article 50 of the Hague Regulations and Article 33 of the Fourth Geneva Convention.

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[intothedysphoria]

Sometimes trying to know Billy felt like trying to know the night sky.

There was something vast and impassive, some would say scary about his countenance. The certain way that he stood, jaw turned up, defiant in the face of anything the world threw at him. Yet there was also something undeniably kind about him simultaneously, a certain beauty that Steve had only previously attributed to stars. Gorgeous but utterly unattainable.

Yet, this unrestrained glorious presence had chosen him. Steven Joshua Harrington.

Steve was not a vast, beautiful star. Steve was a college dropout with a smoking problem he wasn’t ready to confront yet and a beard he was yet to learn how to manage, even after 2 and a half years on testosterone. He was ordinary. In fact not even that.

Steve Harrington was subpar.

Billy didn’t believe that for some goddamn reason. He told Steve everyday that he was the light of Billy’s life, that everything before him had just seemed bland and mundane.

Billy called Steve a miracle. Steve wished he could believe him.

They were sitting legs askew on the couch, eating Chinese takeout when Steve finally decided to broach the subject. He poked at Billy’s hair with the beef and broccoli box, making Billy crinkle his nose. He was so cute.

“Soooooooooo” Steve tried, aiming for somewhat casual “why did you start dating me again?”

Billy stared at him like he’d grown a second head and shoved another mouthful of noodles into his mouth before answering. As was usual, he slightly obnoxiously smacked his mouth together before answering.

“Well” he responded, stealing even more of Steves meal “when I first saw you, you’d managed to get your foot stuck in a trash can and I just thought, that man is my future husband.”

Steve threw a cushion at him.

“Ok ok.” He held his hands up, tone more serious this time “ I genuinely have not met a kinder person than you, who puts up with my unmitigated bullshit twenty four hours of the day and is still willing to kiss me to sleep at night. You’re kind of perfect Steve, if bitchy sometimes, and I only want to be good enough for you.

Trying not tear up at that was a challenge of Sisyphusian proportions but Steve did his best. Billy had gone back to contentedly watching die hard but he raised his arm higher to snuggle into his side.

Brushing his teeth that night, still trying to trim his beard into a presentable shape too, the word perfect kept bouncing around in Steves mind. The idea that Steve could be perfect to Billy seemed preposterous but maybe it could have a ring of truth to it. Someday.

Because if Billy, who admittedly was occasionally very gross and had a hell of a temper, could find Steve perfect, maybe anything was possible.

Maybe a star could love him after all.

This fic is for my mutual @writer-in-theory- I hope you enjoy it!!!

[myhauntedsalem]

The Witch of the Joshua Ward House

The town of Salem, Massachusetts is no stranger to macabre record and disturbing legends, but for the first time perhaps something belonging to the towns supernatural facet has been caught on camera.

The Joshua Ward House has stood in mute witness to a dark history. The Georgian/Federal style building was constructed by Joshua Ward, a wealthy merchant sea captain, in the late 1780s on the remaining foundations of former sheriff George Corwin’s house on Washington Street. Corwin was a bloody figure whose zeal added to the unfortunate events surrounding Salem in the late 1600s. Nicknamed The Strangler after his preferred torture modus operandi (which included tying his prone victims’ necks to their ankles until the blood ran from their noses), he is said to be responsible for many of the witches deaths, including that of Giles Corey, a man who stood accused of witchcraft who Corey crushed to death by placing heavy stones on his chest in order to extract a confession. Despite the horrific treatment Corey never confessed, indeed he is said to have implored his torturers to pile on more rocks and hasten his departure.

Legend states that just before he died, Corey cursed Corwin and all sheriffs that follow in his wake for his despicable acts of barbarism. It should be noted here that every sheriff since Corey uttered his curse had died while in office or had been forced out of his post as the result of a heart or blood ailment. Corwin himself died of a heart attack in 1696, only about four years after the end of the trials. By the time of his death, Corwin was so despised that his family had to bury him in the cellar of their house to avoid desecration of the corpse by the public.

In the early 1980s a real estate company named Carlson Realty had bought the house with the intention of turning it into their headquarters. After moving in, a realtor by the name of Dale Lewinski began the task of taking photographs of the staff members to add to a welcome display. Lewinski was using a Polaroid camera to snap the head-and-shoulders, passport-style pictures. Upon photographing a colleague by the name of Lorraine St. Peter a peculiar sight greeted Lewinski.

The Polaroid was developed and, instead of showing St. Peter, it appeared to depict a frightening image: a strange, black-haired, feminine figure. St. Peter was nowhere to be seen, the photograph has not been cropped at all; St. Peter has been entirely replaced by the apparition.

This reproduction was originally published in the book Haunted Happenings by Robert Ellis Cahill (himself an ex-sheriff) in which he describes St. Peter as “both genuinely frightened and embarrassed by the picture.”

A hoax is of course, always possible, but unnecessary considering the rich nature of other paranormal occurrences that are reported to take place within the Joshua Ward House: aportation (objects moving of their own accord), candles that leap from their holders and subsequently melt, candles that are found bent into S shapes, alarms that go off by themselves (one alarm was triggered over sixty times in two years), phantom strangulations and the sightings of a myriad spirits including an elderly-looking spirit sitting by a fireplace and along with the photograph in questions subject, another ghostly woman roams the upper floors.

One room in particular seems to be more haunted than the rest. An employee would lock her office door nightly only to return in the morning to find books and papers thrown across the floor, the wastebasket upside down and lamp shades askew.

Sheriff Corwin’s body was eventually moved to the Broad Street Cemetery, but it is said that his spirit too lingers in the Ward House.

It is truly a bizarre photograph, certainly containing a degree of menace and so starkly strange as to create fright in the onlooker, especially upon first viewing.

[withinthebrain]

Foggy Glass

Joshua and Mikey burst through the front door, kicking off their shoes in the entryway. Mikey grinned at Joshua and pushed him onto the couch playfully. In full competitive spirit, Joshua took to the playful wrestling match.

They grunted and groaned and giggled like girls. They shoved all the pillows off the couch, kicked the coffee table askew, and slid together onto the floor. Breathless, they both leaned against the couch, picking up pillows and adjusting the coffee table.

"We probably need to shower, don't you think?" Joshua said, still catching his breath.

Without hesitation, Mikey stood up and unzipped his jeans, hurling them aside as he took off down the hall toward the bathroom. Joshua chuckled, leaving his pants on the couch and dropping his shirt as he followed behind.

At the bathroom door, Joshua reached up and pulled Mikey’s shirt over his head, where it got stuck on the top of the door. Both of them laughed as they shed their boxers and socks, Joshua hopping on one foot in a comical attempt to remove his sock.

Mikey twisted the handle in the shower, and a spray of water shot out. Joshua suddenly dashed out of the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, "Be right back!" Moments later, he returned with an old-timey radio, which he switched on and placed on the vanity.

With a playful slap on Mikey’s butt, Joshua stepped around him and into the shower. Mikey followed, his hands resting on Joshua’s shoulders, squeezing lightly as the water rained down over them. They stood close, enjoying the warmth as the water trickled down their bodies.

Mikey’s hands massaged down Joshua’s back, around his hips, and up his stomach, pulling Joshua into his body. Joshua groaned, turning to face Mikey, who smiled, clearly delighted with himself.

Joshua ran his hands down Mikey’s chest and, reaching his hips, spun him to face away. With one hand on the wall in front of Mikey, Joshua leaned forward, nibbling on his neck and shoulder. Mikey pressed himself backward into Joshua’s body, his hips rocking against Joshua’s length.

The sound of the bathroom door opening drew their attention. Through the foggy glass, they could barely make out Greta standing in the doorway. Mikey slid the shower door open a crack and peeked out, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"There’s room for one more," Mikey said with a teasing smile.

Greta smirked, shaking her head. "I’ll settle for the mental image of the two of you naked this time," she replied, removing the shirt from the bathroom door and pulling it shut behind her.

[dkakapizzaboy]

Chocolate croissant

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Category: Fluff

Pairing: Joshua x Fem Reader ( office au!)

Words: 541

Trope: Just Joshua being the Gentle Sexy Person he is

Warnings: A little bit of self pity (motivated by hunger)

A/n: No power dynamic involved :)

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You know how there are days sometimes when literally nothing at all goes right? Yeah today was one such day for you.

It all started when your alarm didn't go off in the morning. You could've sworn you'd checked it the night before but it just didn't ring. You had hairwash day that day but since you overslept, you didn't really have time to wash your hair as you bolted from your apartment without having breakfast to catch the metro to your office.

You had a really important presentation first thing that day so as you were sitting in the metro, you started to revise what you were going to say but you couldn't work on that too long as a woman with a crying baby sat right next to you on the next station and you couldn't concentrate. You thought maybe you could put on some instrumental music and prep but you realised your phone was almost out of battery and you couldn't charge it until you got to the office.

You quickly marked your attendance and practically ran to the conference room, only to realise that you'd forgotten the laptop on your desk. You rushed back and grabbed your laptop but as you arrived at the conference room again, you were late by 7 minutes and everyone was sitting there, waiting for you.

The meeting went well enough but in the middle, you stomach gave a huge growl due to lack of food, and that earned quiet chuckles from your colleagues as your cheeks turned rosy.

After all was said and done, you finally went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat, and fortunately they had the last piece of your favourite chocolate croissant available (they were really popular in your office and sold out really quickly everyday). You happily purchased it but as you were about to take a bite, someone bumped into you (in a nearly empty cafeteria!) causing you to lose balance and fall, your croissant now lied on the dirty cafeteria floor, inedible.

You'd had enough. With a now sore knee, you limped into the empty third floor balcony, trying your best to hold your tears. Nothing was going right today. You were in pain, and starving, your phone almost out of battery, you just felt dejected.

You sat on one of the chairs, quickly checking once again for anyone else, before you broke down. You thought about anything and everything that had ever gone slightly askew in your life, starting from the 1st grade when you were picked last on the basketball team to the rejections and heartbreaks you'd faced by people you had grown affection for.

In your self-loathing session (mostly caused by hunger), you didn't notice someone had come and sat next to you until you saw a handkerchief dangling in front of your face.

You quickly wiped your tears with your hands as you turned to face Joshua.

He didn't say anything and you were grateful for that.

You gave him a watery smile and he gave you a gentle one in return.

Before leaving, he dropped the handkerchief in your lap, and reached for something on his side and slid it in your hands.

It was a chocolate croissant.

[one-winged-dreams]

The Flock of God

ship: my cathedral is the badlands (adriel x joshua graham) source: Fallout: New Vegas words: 971

a first meeting fic that i couldn’t get out of my head, enjoy, i guess

The first time Joshua had met him, he had been escorted to the camp for a singular but notable request - was there a graveyard he could have access to?

Joshua did ask not his name, nor did he, his. He asked if the drifter knew what territory he had wandered into, and he replied in turn, "A bit." The way he shifted the weight of the rifle at his back told him that he was a man who had the capability to handle himself and possibly had been for a long while. Still, Joshua warned him of the dangers of the valley, informed him that the situation was tense, more dangerous than the drifter might be used to.

Still, the drifter insisted, claimed he wouldn't be able to come back this way for a while, if at all. And so, Joshua turned him towards any ruins that might prove fruitful for his search.

The way he had thanked him for the information felt like it had been but a couple hours ago, not the three days it had been in reality. Joshua had been keeping him at the back of his mind for that time, the thought of the White Legs setting upon him was worrisome. So caught up in that possibility was he, that he hadn't considered the idea that one unfamiliar with the territory wouldn't know how to handle the threat of the yao guai that was singular to this area.

The Dead Horses happened upon him bleeding and gasping for breath. The shells and casings littered about him were as proof of his struggle as the deep wounds carved into his abdomen. A struggle that he had been lucky enough to get out of with his life.

They had carried him back to the camp, where the memory of his departure left off inside Joshua's mind.

Three days.

He kneeled down beside the drifter, he had to stabilize him, keep him from bleeding to death. The drifter's attempt to resist was so weak, Joshua hadn't even noticed as he tore the shirt from his chest.

The claw marks weren't the only thing present that came to him as a shock. As he looked to the drifter's face, he swore the expression of agony had twisted into shame.

"Don't... look... Please... don't look... at me..." the pain in his voice was beyond that of what the wounds could bring.

It had been another day since then, Joshua came as soon as he had been told the drifter had awoken.

Now he sat beside him, the mysterious stranger's bandaged chest heaving, covered now to allow him a modicum amount of dignity.

"Why hide it?"

They had been sitting in silence for a good while before Joshua had spoken. He was almost convinced the drifter was asleep, the way he hadn't opened his eyes since he had initially awoken.

But the way he swallowed thickly and sighed proved otherwise.

"Hide... what?" he asked, his voice weak and hoarse.

"Were you so afraid you wouldn't be taken seriously as a woman that you felt the need to hide it?" Joshua pressed.

Another sigh, less of an expression, more of a way to warm this throat up enough to speak.

"Not a woman..." came his reply, so factual despite his weariness.

"What, then?"

The drifter cleared his throat now.

"Just a man... born into an opposing cirumstance..."

"God doesn't make mistakes."

Silence ticked on for a few seconds, and then the drifter cracked an eye open, studying the burned man for a moment.

"Didn't... say that," he eventually replied.

Now it was Joshua's turn to study, peering at the stranger curiously.

"What ARE you saying then?"

The drifter closed his eye again, still for a few moments, before opening both to stare at the cave ceiling.

"I figure... If there's a higher power... Something bigger than me... I guess there's a reason I was put here this way.... Something... To figure out for myself..."

Joshua was taken aback by this.

"A God-fearing man, then."

The drifter tilted his head to the side and screwed his mouth askew.

"Eh. Maybe something... like that... Never.... sure."

The further this conversation went, the longer the stints of silence between.

"What is your name?" Joshua finally asked the increasingly important question.

The drifter tilted his head the other way now, giving Joshua a direct gaze.

"Adriel."

"Biblical. Like an angel. Chosen by yourself, I assume?"

Adriel loudly cleared his throat, as if trying to dislodge something. Speaking was becoming more difficult the further he spoke, Joshua knew this. But his curiosity was insatiable now.

"Yep... Right from... My mom's good book... Didn't give it... too deep of a read... Just thought it... was interesting...."

Joshua digested this for a moment.

"Does it have anything to do with your questing?"

Adriel's eyebrows furrowed.

"The... graveyard thing?"

He received but a nod from Joshua, a good enough answer.

A strangled 'heh', preluded his words.

"It's... complicated..."

Joshua sighed, wrung his hands, and then stood.

"You can tell me when you have the strength."

Adriel gave him a weak smirk.

"Payment for... letting me pass...? Already... paid the price for that."

"Not a transaction, a request. From one man of god to another."

This got a short, wheezing laugh out of Adriel, and then a cough.

"Very... presumptuous of you... Or is that... a play on words...? From my name...? Ah... Doesn't... matter..."

Joshua didn't laugh, but he did hum in a fashion Adriel could discern for himself.

"Rest now, Adriel. We'll speak again soon," the burned man spoke, looking down at the drifter and realizing he had passed out not a moment after he had finished his own sentence. He studied him again for a moment before leaving him to himself.

What had God brought to his doorstep?

[zooterchet]

Police Informant Work (NSA, ArcticMUD)

Daniel Monahan, transferred from McDonald's, to industrial engineering.

Daniel Rodrigues, transferred from Israeli narcotraffic, to American Lodge protection.

Chris Dumais, right hand broken at thumb, to refuse Hebrew, instead pistol hand.

Carlin Sarkesian, refused shooting of Respite Center for developmentally disabled, Narcodan recipe taken from post-mortem corpse.

Greg Connolly, transferred from local poster work, to Code Orange, Philip J. Morris, Bombardier Lear.

Nicholas Maynard, transferred from mechanical engineering inventor's program, External Security, to fetish and nightclub, models.

Matthew Lennox, transferred from Hopkinton Sheriffs, to German New Line Cinema.

Allison Haimes, transferred from Cajun Accadian Korean, to Catholic North Korean mission program.

External Security pimping of marijuana arrested women as marriages, to overseas study program, MoveOn.

South Park Studios, transitioned from study of Jews as Cartman, to Romalians.

Jon Willis, given John Phillips Lodge of Boston, for Los Angeles Triads, as undercover police investigators.

Richard Passan, Arnold Lodge, given full disclosure of accounts, from identification of MI-6 betrayed and turned Provo; Irish support of War on Terror.

Ivan Tomasic, Russian Denmark, transitioned to Croat Irish, Yugoslav Catholic.

Justin Walsh, United States Marine Corps, given State Police housing and backing, as hunter of Joshua Golden.

Andrew Donson, assumed alias Joshua Golden, Jim Shooter, Sid Meier, and others, taken from cashier's status of drafted prostitute or priest, based on cashier's mechanical flaw, to reduction in staff to St. Cyr Mossad, Sharon Massachusetts; German Sheriff's fund, repealed.

Jeff Niemera, recruited as Officer of Essex County, through NSA access; data mining of corporate and local government breaches of systems, as medication access, for CVS repealed; resistance against Scientology, Scientology being Adolf Hitler's method of governance, for illiterate psychologists and doctors, the pharmacy major at a school.

Joshua Moen, ATF agent, contacted through Brian Monaghan; "nil", David Charlebois, resumes hacker's alias, alongside, "b-rock", and "null", for breach access to Bridgewater South Shore, illicit psychiatric programs for election rigs on Canadian intelligence social networking; Blizzard, View Askew, and Nick Gammon.

Melinda O'Deele, Grant Rotary Association, contacted through Obama Lodge, in operations in Plainville; cocaine traffic from Barack Obama's personal contacts, leads to break in social volunteer cases; individuals paid under state minimum, under law of waitresses, revealed as Unitarian; pedophiles, having refused Communion, as if marked ritual indicates actual profession of faith. Pedophiliac diagnosis, intended for middle schoolers, if exceptionally bright. Refusal of parents logic, noted, lack of job future marked in system of non-governmental organizations, through Church non-profits for their children and Church attendance.

William Morgan Jr., attends campus at SNHU, for returning degree; noted of several CIA lookalikes, actually Mossad Marines. SIS teams are reactivated, from 2004, and scrambled; NSA David Charlebois, FBI Lloyd Ahlquist, CIA Kara Williamson, NPC Shelley Gagnon, and IDF Daniel Monahan, scramble dozens of Freemasonic Temple stalkers, for Paul Revere Lodge, resulting in arrests and seizures of property, as having consorted with Britain and Israeli Likud elements.

Michael Charlebois, notes disparity in boycotts claimed Rabbinical, and Islamic elements of Republican Party, under Bush; interdiction, of transgender surgeries, attempted and failed, revealed to be ignorant parents under police rumor. Full Twitter disclosure of the Jewish origin of 9/11 given, as pork and ham boycott, against black culture, African-Americans preferring pork and veal and meat on Ramadan, to maintain health, interdicted by white supremacist authorities out of South.

[wutbju]

Carol Fay Behn, age 95, passed away on Monday, May 22, 2023.

Carol Fay Askew was the firstborn of Charles Askew, a British-born immigrant, and Clara Egeland, the daughter of a Norwegian immigrant. Born in Detroit, MI February 21, 1928, Carol was followed several years later by her beloved brother, Donald. Together the four Askews traveled the US and spent summers on the Egeland family farm in North Dakota with cousins, aunts, and uncles. Carol learned to love and cherish family from her father and mother and was bitten by a travel bug at a very early age (her first passport was at age 3 when they visited her family in Bolton-Upon-Dearne, England).

After receiving her undergraduate from Bob Jones University, she began teaching elementary school in Kalamazoo, MI. It was during this time that she applied with a group of her friends to teach for the military as part of the Department of Defense program. Out of the six who applied, only two, were accepted! And from there, the world of travel expanded to Carol! Teaching for the Air Force for six years, she lived in Morocco (hopefully you were honored to hear a “when I was in Morocco” story), Germany, and Japan, and traveled to numerous countries besides (according to her count, she visited at least 50 various countries while overseas).

Returning to the US to help care for her ailing mother, Carol continued teaching in schools in the Harper Woods/Detroit area. She began working on her M.Ed. at Wayne State at this time as well. When her mother passed a few years later, Carol continued living with her father. Coming home allowed Carol, not only the opportunity to care for her mother, but some of her best memories of traveling from Detroit to Zion, IL to visit her brother and her “sister”, June, and their growing family. She proudly loved her nieces, Dawn, Tammy, Shelley, and Lisa.

It was during these Zion visits that Carol was introduced to Albert Behn through a neighbor. After a whirlwind courtship, Carol and Al were married July 6, 1968. She not only became a wife at this time, she became an instantaneous mother to Alan, Marty, Pat, and Karl, and two years later she became a mother again to Alison. Through the years she became a mother-in-law to Cindy, Randy, Wayne, and Sean. And she became a grandma to Greg, James (Jamie), Brittany (Arthur), Jon, Joe (Hannah), Riley (Zoey), Chelsea, Jessi (Mitch), Justin (Jenny), Jessica (Michael), Jackie, Joshua, and Nathanael (Rachel). And she passionately became a great grandma (GG) to Harper, Cora, Liam, Eliza, Maya, Marie, Everly, Mila, Grace, and Alice.

Family was everything to Carol. From her cousins to her nieces to her beloved brother Don and his wife June. To those who were family, Carol was sis, mein frau, mom, auntie, grandma, and GG. And to those who were blessed enough to know her, she was adopted mom, grandma, friend, and just sunshine. And her love of travel grew a heart of the nations in her as well. As many of her international friends would say, “she was loved across the globe” by so many she had met. She loved nothing more than generously opening her home to those who needed someplace, no matter where they were from!

The only thing Carol loved so much more than her family and friends was Jesus. She didn’t always know how to do it perfectly or show it, but she lived what she knew with all her heart, and she faithfully and boldly shared that belief with so many others! As another friend has said, “She was real people. You didn’t have to dig too hard”. She was genuine with her faith, with her feelings, and with her love.

Carol was a testimony to God’s grace. Over the last years as her body was slowing down, she was always speaking to her medical personnel about the Lord’s grace and goodness. Through all of her trying times she put herself in the arms of her loving Savior, such that even her doctors spoke in terms of “what her Lord has in store for her” (they had heard the message loud and clear).

By God’s grace, Carol Behn recognized her need for a Savior and placed her trust in God alone. And she and her family would desire nothing more than that her life would inspire you to seek that same trust in the Savior and peace as well!

Visitation will be 4 - 8 p.m. on Friday, May 26, 2023 at Ringa Funeral Home in Lake Villa. Additional visitation will be at Hope Presbyterian Church, 18215 West IL-120, Grayslake, IL on Saturday, May 27, 2023 from 8:30 a.m. until the time of service at 9:30. Burial will follow at Northshore Garden of Memories in North Chicago.

Please consider giving a gift to Flora and Attila Egressy who work with CRU in Hungary. Carol has loved and supported Flora even before she graduated university in Budapest, and Flora and her growing family have stayed with Carol many times. Carol was so excited to be able to see Flora’s third child who was just born in April.

[ancestorsofjudah]

2 Kings 9: 27-33. "The Age of Justice."

We have been speaking of Conditions under separate cover. Conditions are changes in the ways human beings convey themselves through history.

Regime Changes such as those discussed in the Melachim and in the Generations in the Septuagint are folded inside Shifts, or Conditions and explain the ins and outs, ups and downs, tops and bottoms in human history and they leave us with tracts of data, alphabet lint to use is the end point, the Fourth Condition, called the Age of Mashiach, of universal conscience.

The Septuagint, the Books of Chronicles end prophetically saying a Word Apocalypse will envelope us, causing magic, science, religion, politics and science to go askew.

But lo, King Cyrus, "the King of Science", which is always the end point of what is Righteous will save us. So, if we apply all we know to the Cause, to the onset of the Fourth Shift using the lint trail the God of Israel and His Jewish Prophets have laid down us with so much hope, I know we can do it in our lifetimes, bring about the end of the Third Shift, the birth of another blood sucking era of human willy nilly and woe.

The Death of Ahaziah, "the Grasping.'

27 When Ahaziah king of Judah saw what had happened, he fled up the road to Beth Haggan.[d] Jehu chased him, shouting, “Kill him too!” They wounded him in his chariot on the way up to Gur near Ibleam, but he escaped to Megiddo and died there.

 28 His servants took him by chariot to Jerusalem and buried him with his ancestors in his tomb in the City of David. 

29 (In the eleventh year of Joram son of Ahab, Ahaziah had become king of Judah.)

The Regime called the Elventh Year of Joram Son of Ahab, when Ahaziah became King of Judah=4167, דאוז‎ , dawes, "Lamentations Over Mankind."

The adjective דוה (daweh), meaning faint (Lamentations 1:13) or unwell, menstruous (Leviticus 15:33, Isaiah 30:22)

"Woe to the forest."

The common Semitic masculine noun עץ ('es), primarily meaning tree. Our noun is used to denote a single standing tree (Genesis 2:9), or a group of trees (Genesis 2:16). It is used to denote wood for kindling (Joshua 9:23), wood as a building material (Genesis 6:14, 2 Kings 12:13), and items made of wood (Exodus 7:19, Deuteronomy 19:5).

And hence it may be used to denote (wooden) idols (Deuteronomy 4:28) or gallows, stake or similar means of execution (Genesis 40:19, Deuteronomy 21:22).

The theological meaning of the Biblical tree (from the two trees in Paradise related to the fall of man, to the cross of Christ, to the restored Tree of Life as witnessed by John the Revelator - REVELATION 22:2) seem to promote a relationship with the verb עוץ ('us) meaning to counsel or regard.

The feminine noun עצה ('esa), meaning trees collectively. This noun occurs only once, in Jeremiah 6:6.

Beth Haggan=The House of Social Feasting

"The verb חגג (hagag) describes a gathering up of people in order to celebrate or hold a feast, specifically any of the three main pilgrimage feasts that Israel was to celebrate (Exodus 23:14-16).

These feasts were huge affairs that caused the entire daily economy to cease for many days and pretty much the whole population to be on the move; this to the great delight of the Israelites but much to the chagrin and bewilderment of the various occupying forces (who had trouble enough with the Hebrew insistence on a whole day off per every seven)."

Jehu. the god of Justice, chased the wicked man right into the waiting arms of the IDF of ancient times, where they were waiting for him.

They wounded him in his chariot on the way up to Gur near Ibleam, but he escaped to Megiddo and died there.

= The wounded him and his vehicle, whatever bullshit crap he was using to beguile the people and maintain his appetites.

Gur= quarrel, argument

Ibleam= that destroys the people

Megiddo= the instrument/place that exposes and slaughters the animal.

"The verb גדד (gadad) describes making an invasive cut, mostly in order to expose something valuable. Noun גדוד (gedud) may describe an invasive band of raiders, or more general: a cutting, a furrow. Noun גדודה (geduda) means a furrow or cutting. Noun גד (gad) appears to describe the exposed treasure and may be used to describe a physical fortune, plain luck or a state of felicity.

Verb גדה (gada) also means to cut. Noun גדה (gadda) refers to a river bank. Noun גדי (gedi) describes a young animal, but mostly one that was either just slaughtered or soon will be."

This is what has to be done. Once the mouth of the sewer, things like the Republican Party, the Communist Party, persons like Donald Trump, Vladimir Putin, Bashar Assad, Muhammad bin Salman, that rat's ass in Tehran, those fat fux in Salt Lake City are all dealt with, right in front of their people, the world changes Shifts. The Conditions change. The Prophet Muhammad spoke of this as well.

As we are reading, you never, ever let a wicked man seek power, you never let him have it, and if he somehow gets it, you kill him and anyone who helped him to do it right then and there, you do not wait.

The people of Ukraine and Israel will surely attest to the significance of my words as will Muslim, Jewish, gay and black people all around the world. You always tell the world exactly what a bad man is, and then you kill him. That is the rule. We'll explain how to kill his cunt in the next section.

The Values in Gematria for the above verses are:

v. 27: The Value in Gematria is 12048, יבאֶפֶסדח, ibafesdah, "to wish for a festival of understanding",

v. 28: The Value in Gematria is 7065, זאֶפֶסוה‎, zepesua, "the gold God hides in mankind is the Daughter of Salvation."

The Hidden Gold that is the Daughter of Salvation is the Torah, but the unwritten portion that lies hidden in all sentient beings. When the Torah is revealed to us by Ha Shem, not by the Rabbi, the Yehsiva, your Dad or Uncle Harv, but by thine own self at the end of the climb, face to face with the Eye of God, Ha Shem, when the match is made, this is the Torah we want to know.

The more Jews are willing to accept this and actually do it, and the more the ROW is willing to start killing the assholes and break free of their bullshit, the sooner the Fourth Shift, the Age of Justice will commence.

[atlaslisboa]

'People are really fired up': Digital nomads blamed for Portugal's high prices and housing crisis | Euronews

“[Catarina Viegas of Climáximo, an anti-capitalist collective], claims rent and property values are particularly affected, as digital nomads gobble up short-term rentals that are all already under immense pressure from tourists and foreign investors,” Joshua Askew writes on Euronews.

[ultrajaphunter]

Who is the top secret US document leaker Jack Teixeira?Story by Joshua Askew • 6h ago

FBI officers have arrested Jack Teixeira in connection with an embarrassing leak of top-secret US intelligence documents, which has kicked up quite the storm. But who is he? 

And what do we know about him? Jack Douglas Teixeira, 21, served in the Massachusetts Air National Guard. He was an first class airman detailed to an Air Force intelligence unit, having only graduated from high school in 2020. 

That such a junior member of staff had access to highly classified information has raised eyebrows, with some suggesting it points to wider security flaws within the US government's security structures. Originally from North Dighton, Massachusetts, Teixeira was a member of a private online group which posted about video games, religious themes, guns and memes. Some of which were racist, according to AP. Under the pseudonym "OG", Teixeira is believed to have shared many documents in the "Thug Shaker Central" group, which had a few dozen members. From here it spread across the internet, reaching Russian Telegram channels, and then Western media. Members of the international group were reportedly asked to disclose his identity.

Classified document leak will 'lead to death', warns Pentagon

Teixeira — whose family has a history of serving in the armed forces — opposed many of the US government's goals and denounced the military “since it was run by the elite politicians,” AP quoted a person close to the matter as saying.

“He expressed regret (about) joining a lot,” they said. “He even said he'd kick my ass if I thought about joining,” the anonymous acquaintance said.

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FBI arrests man for US intelligence leaks (Reuters)

Air National Guard over the leaks online of classified US

Reuters FBI arrests man for US intelligence leaks

cbc.caU.S. reservist arrested over Pentagon leak2:39

France 24Pentagon leaks: US arrests 21-year-old National Guardsman Jack Teixeira1:34

Global NewsWho was the U.S. military member arrested over Pentagon leaks?3:21

The person did not believe Teixeira leaked the documents to undermine the US government or for an ideological reason. Still, the fallout has been significant, with Washington saying earlier in the week that national security was at risk. He faces charges under the Espionage Act, which carries up to 20 years imprisonment. Aerial footage of Jack Teixeira's arrest. -/AFP or licensors© Provided by Euronews Another member of the chatroom described Teixeira as a young, charismatic gun enthusiast. 

Others said he was older than most of the group of mostly teenagers and was eager to impress them. At work, he was a "cyber transport systems specialist" or essentially an IT specialist responsible for military communications networks, including their cabling and hubs. He had a higher level of security clearance than most because he was tasked with ensuring protection for the network, a defence official told AP. Using various online monikers, such as Tex Killed You and The Excalibur Effect, the 21-year-old previously shared written versions of the classified documents in the chatroom. 

However, no-one reportedly noticed, causing him to become frustrated.

Western special forces on the ground in Ukraine, shows leaked documents

Things were racketed up a gear when he began publishing photos. "He got upset, and he said on multiple occasions, if you guys aren't going to interact with them [the files], I'm going to stop sending them," another unidentified group member told the Washington Post. Another group member offered a theory to the Washington Post on why Teixeira shared the material. "This guy was a Christian, anti-war, just wanted to inform some of his friends about what's going on," he told The New York Times. Soldiers fresh out of high school who went to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan have in the past used top-secret intelligence and programmes to target adversaries. Teixeira's record does not suggest any overseas deployment.

[andrewtheprophet]

Russia 'boosting production of powerful weapons': Revelation 16

Russia ‘boosting production of powerful weapons’: Revelation 16

Ukraine war: Russia ‘boosting production of powerful weapons’ and Viktor Bout heaps praise on Putin  By Joshua Askew  with Reuters/AFP/AP  •  Updated: 12/12/2022 – 08:46 Ukrainian children play at an abandoned checkpoint in Kherson, southern Ukraine, Wednesday, Nov. 23, 2022.   –   Copyright  Credit: AP 1. Russia boosting production of ‘powerful’ weapons, says Medvedev Russia is producing…

[haoluvr]

work husband

now presenting, everyone's favorite…work husbandjoshua!

notes: this is purely fluff as work husband joshua has not been able to leave my mind recently and the thoughts just kept rolling.^^

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joshua really was the poster boy for a work husband. he brought you coffee every morning and made sure you ate. he would always help you finish your assignments even if you didn't need it. he walked you to your car at night and protected you from your superiors if they were in a bad mood.

but he did this for everyone, right?

being work partners was just a cute joke between the two of you, wasn't it?

but as time progressed, the lines started to blur and you found yourself letting your eyes linger on him for a little too long. you kept trying to find deeper meaning in his actions.

did he go out for dinner with the other people at the company? you weren't sure.

did he help other people finish their work? occasionally.

did he bring coffee for the rest of the employees? sometimes.

but you knew that he didn't walk other people to their cars late at night.

you knew he didn't go on spring walks and smell the flowers with other employees.

and you knew he didn't visit others' houses "just because”

you were special.

and once you noticed it you couldn't stop noticing it.

how you could catch him staring at you from across the office and would immediately whip his head back around. (though you could see the back of his neck quickly growing red)

how you would accidentally brush you fingers against his when he handed you a cup of coffee, leading to him almost dropping the cup on the ground in shock.

and how he would always shift around in nervousness whenever you moved closer to him as he walked you to your car.

so you made the first move. god knows joshua wasn't going to.

it was late at night when you finished working and joshua was still waiting for you in his cubical. the two of you walked through the parking garage and when you reached your car you turned to him and smiled.

"mr. hong, do you like me?" you asked bluntly, not leaving any room for misinterpretations of your words.

he quickly turned hot under the collar and looked around nervously. "what makes you think that?" he asked back, not giving you an answer.

"just a hunch, now tell me, do you?" you asked again.

"well, it depends on what you mean by 'like' he started, “if you're asking if i like you as a person then, obviously!” he smiled awkwardly trying to change the question at hand. he started to talk again but you brought up a hand to cover his mouth.

"joshua hong, answer my question," you said, wanting a clear answer, “i’m asking if you like me romantically.” you clarified.

his eyes widened and darted around, looking at everything except for you. he mumbled something under your hand so you slowly moved it away and waited for his answer.

"i think so…" he said quietly, not knowing how you were going to take his answer. he liked you. he definitely did, but he wasn't sure how you would react.

"you think?" you laughed a little, his nervousness clearing growing as you didn't reply to his (somewhat) confession.

"y/n.." he said quietly, not wanting you to keep him waiting.

"you know, i don't hang out with just anyone outside of work," you said, "you're special to me, mr. hong."

his eyes shot to meet yours, looking for any traces of sarcasm but your eyes were as sincere as ever. you did like him, and now he knew it.

you grabbed him gently by the collar of his expensive suit and pulled him to meet your lips, engaging him in a sweet kiss. he melted into your touch and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

pulling away, you looked at the man in front of you, out of breath with his hair messed up and tie askew. what a gorgeous sight.

"does that mean i'm officially your husband now?" he asked, "not just at work?" his eyes wide with hope.

"let's start with boyfriend first, okay?"

—

[hell0mega]

2222 deuces wild

20 hoo hoo, let's learn about owls

20 hooty-hoo, let's learn about Outcast

20 boppity-boo, be the magic

Carl Daniels

Carl Daniels' kickass year

____: a good year for Carls

____: it was a great year for Carls

20 cummies 2

20 whoopty-do, who cares/gives a shit

20 yummy stew, something's cooking!

20 yummy stew, what's cooking (good looking)?

20 yummy stew, toss an onion in

20 yummy stew, mix it up

20 yummy stew, put it in the pot

20 yummy stew, let it simmer

20 20 20 20 20

20 20 20

20 20 20!!

20 funny shoes, an odd pairing

20 venti brew, OH that java!

20 skies of blue, anything is possible

20 coming through, clear the way

20 coming through, emerge into your power

20 coming through, e m e r g e

20 runny goo

20 sun tea view, porch life! (???)

banjo 20 kazoo, (banjo kazooie noise)

20 scooby doo

20 lookie-loo, on the horizon

20 mummy crew, back from the dead

20 mummy crew, rise again

20 mummy crew, straight out the tomb

20 mummy crew, rise my love

20 mummy crew, sarcopha-get it

20 mummy crew, lying in wait

20 mummy stew, put it in the pot

20 mummy crew, together we rise

20 mummy crew, pyramid dreams

20 mummy crew, under wraps

20 mummy crew, wrap it up

20 view-askew, let's meet Kevin Smith

20 mummy crew, disrupt the tomb

20 mummy crew, buried with cats

20 running shoe

20 cunning shrew

20 mummy crew, shame the grave

20 mummy crew, death is only the beginning

20 do the dew, brought to you by Mountain Dew™ Baja Blast™

20 Long John Silver's, enjoy a crispy fish

20 barbeque

20 black and blue

20 cordon bleu, cookin fancy

20 something blue, tie the knot

20 deja vu

20 broader view

20 point of view

2020 dieu, second chances

2020-2, a year of sequels

20 peak-a-boo, here we are!

20 pikachu, electric mouse

20 electric boogaloo

20 pikachu, don't evolve

20 rendezvous, good evening

20 rendezvous, hello there~

20 rendezvous, in/to the veranda

20 rendezvous, i see you there

20 rendezvous, a nighttime affair

20 rendezvous, a night to remember

20 rendezvous, a walk to remember

20 rendezvous, meeting in person

20 Jenny Sue, you get on out to that corn pasture feed them piggies

20 peggy sue, oo-ee-oo i look just like buddy holly

20 oo oo oo, YUM-OH!

20 oo oo oo, a spicy one

20 oo oo oo, do-wop's back

20 switcheroo

20 tried and true

20 dr. drew, he sucks now

20 you should sue, get your justice

20 more bamboo, it's sustainable

20 kangaroo, put it in the pouch

20 kangaroo, jump on it

20 revenue, maximize your earning potential

20 racing crew, it's about family

20 more fondue, make it cheesey

20 sudoku, line 'em up

20 pay-per-view, all our episodes cost 1 dollar

20 misconstrue, say that again?

more for me and you

20 just for you

20 not for you

20 new tattoo

20 money's through, time to become a crypto lord

20 sun tea view

20 rise of gru

20 baby shoe, for sale, never worn

20 IOU, we will give the next year a much better name

20 IOU one good year name

20 IOU one hour of your life back

20 mummy stew, people used to eat mummies

yummy mummy brew

20 new shampoo, gotta try something/something's gotta change

20 new shampoo, something's gotta give

20 tummy goo, what's on- what's on- what's that on your- whadyou got on your tummy?

the upset tummy crew

20 old U2, you just listen to Joshua Tree

20 no taboo

20 in review

squirty-cummy-goo?!

2023, off the rails

2023, take a pass

2023, looking forward

the deuce

the double deuce

20 tutu, ballet time

mmxxii, mix it up

20 big league chew

20 breaking through, emerge

20 talking to, sit down. you fucked up.

20 rendezvous, trading secrets

20 rendezvous, there's been a murder!

20 mummy crew, wrap it up (but different)

20 rendezvous, get organized. organize. do it. seize the means of production

20 rendezvous, stronger together

20 rendezvous, strength in numbers

20 mummy crew, strength in numbers

20 mummy crew, THE TIES THAT BIND

20 mummy crew, wear your heart

20 busting through, oh yeah!

20 we've been sued

20 what's this do? mysterious buttons

20 rendezvous, show yourself

20 big debut

20 rendezvous, have a ball

20 rendezvous, time to conspire

20 rendezvous, meet me in the dark place

20 rendezvous, clandestine moment

20 rendezvous, a secret...... kiss

20 rendezvous, stolen moments

20 rendezvous, a kiss for us

20 rendezvous, every kiss is a gift

20 rendezvous, hidden passions

20 rendezvous, making memories

20 rendezvous, fight the break of dawn

20 rendezvous, till the sun comes up

20 rendezvous, slappin' bodies together

20 rendezvous, the night is young

20 rendezvous, we'll always have Vienna

20 rendezvous, remember Fiji?

20 rendezvous: fancy night/a night of fancy

20 rendezvous, i haven't seen Marcus in years

20 rendezvous, there's only tonight

20 rendezvous, a fancy fantasy

20 rendezvous, fancy takes flight

[jakiszka]

・゜pairing:  josh kiszka x gender neutral reader

・゜genre/s:  fluff, established relationship (idk i tried to be artsy and there’s really not much context </3)

・゜word count:  around 870

・゜warning/s:  none !

・゜author’s note:  this is my first gvf fic ahhh !!!!!!!! i haven’t been doing much writing in a while generally speaking so i’m not sure how this came to me but i wrote it in basically one sitting !! she’s short but she’s cute i promise .. lol if there are any grammar mistakes n shit .... pls look away <3 (it’s 1:30 am goodnight <333)

you’ve always been somewhat fascinated by the dust that catches the sunlight each morning. ever-present yet often unnoticed. particles of the earth, drifting in slow motion; dancing on a breeze you can’t otherwise see or feel. as you arise each day, you’re met with this phenomenon, watching by the window as the light brushes ever so gently against these remnants of life, feeling as if — even for just a moment — the world is at a standstill. laying limitless, blissful in the slow meandering of time. time, like dust; fleeting, drifting, always there. 

the time is ten o’clock.

josh is normally awake before you are. at least, he has been in recent weeks. whether it be the tossing and turning, the pacing and preparing, or the absolute absence; it’d become a familiar game of chance and a staple within your own daily routine. although, it’s grown more and more difficult to find the patience to play. yet, not today, it seems. today is calm. today is waking up, surveying the sunlight as it seeps through translucent drapes, and glancing to the left, only to see him fast asleep beside you. a rest day, you presume.

you let out a silent snicker at his contorted frame below the cotton sheets. unbeknownst to him, of course. it only makes it more endearing. with his left leg crossed over his right, reaching over to rest upon yours, he lays twisted by the waist with his face pointed toward the alabaster ceiling. lips slightly parted, breathing softly through the nose. his hands rest politely above his abdomen, one over the other. if he hadn’t initially fallen asleep holding your hand against his chest, you may have found the pose odd.

you rarely get the proper chance to marvel at the way his hair sticks out in varying directions after a night’s rest. he usually makes sure to disguise it with some precautionary ruffling before you awake. not this morning, though. closed eyes to the sky, russet locks unabashedly askew. tantalizingly tranquil yet, as always, amusing to the eye. even in his sleep, he’s mesmerizing. you could only imagine the technicolor spectacle taking place within that mind of his.

with the very edge of your longest finger at the space between his brows — furrowed in restful concentration — you begin to trace a steady line down the bridge of his nose. it feels almost elementary. fingerpainting over a rembrandt. you observe and sense a slight curvature on your path, grazing overtop with the utmost caution. something akin to a delicate statue, perhaps. carved from clay, crafted with care. the pad of your finger arrives at the tip of his nose, then continues downward against the cupid’s bow, passing by the umber patches of hair above his lip. you hadn’t much interest in human anatomy before you encountered the creature beside you. now, it seems, you’re practically an eager novice in the subject. you brush across the smooth flesh of his upper lip, proceeding to lightly press the tip of your finger against the lower. the lips have always been one of your favorite features of his; shapely, full, soft to the touch. you lift your finger, satisfied with your perusal. “joshua,” you coo, resting your hand upon his. as he inhales, his eyebrows relax themselves. long lashes, heavy from such necessary slumber, flutter in reluctant wakefulness. you can’t help but grin.

with a sigh, he opens his eyes as wholly as he is able to, assailed by the golden light of dawn. luckily for you, however, such beams illuminate his irises in the most artful of ways, underscoring their caramel hue. as he adjusts to the day, he turns to look at you. your fingers interlock against his chest as he scans your face, a smile growing upon his. you shift closer to him, allowing him to slip his other arm underneath you, pulling you even more near as he straightens his bearing. with a gentle kiss to your temple, he greets you. “morning, doll.”

“sleepyhead,” you tease, lightly squeezing his hand. he rolls his eyes and lets out a soft chuckle, lifting your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your palm. you readjust your positioning against him, resting your head upon his shoulder as your eyes wander back to the window. his do the same.

“love is in the air this morning,” he supposes, gazing wistfully at the dust which flows around the room, sparkling in the light. fatigued raspiness accents his words, juxtaposed by the soft echo of robins chirping in the distant outdoors. his fingers absentmindedly draw soft circles upon the skin of your arm with a knowing smile on his face. it’s interesting, you think, that his mind went to a different earthly constant than yours upon observation of the sight before you. it’s not unlike him to have love on the mind. despite recent time-induced tensions, it seems not all is lost for your lover. one might suggest that the slowing of time and the blossoming of love are one and the same within this space. others may simply lay in it, basking in the novelty of day and soaking up the sun’s light as if born anew. you’ll choose the latter.

©️ jakiszka 2021 ~ all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[paintedshipsuponpaintedoceans]

When I was younger I thought of you only I just want to be alone, but I'm just lonely Oh, I still have your picture Where I can see it every day Not that I look much I just can't throw it away

When I was younger I thought of you only I just want to be alone, but I'm just lonely Oh, I still have your picture Where I can see it every day Not that I look much I just can't throw it away

Funny how time goes on but you won't leave me Pictures of what once was flashing on repeat Oh, you're so inconsistent Don't know how much more I can take Building resilience with every heartbreak

Why, why did I allow myself to sleep Make excuses, rules, and many dates to keep Why, why did I allow myself to cry Why, why did I, did I, did I, did I

Who knows how to make love stay? Who knows how to make love stay? Who knows how to make love stay? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how?

Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how? Who knows how?