In the fourth century BCE Qin caught up. Lord Shang made guys name there in the 340s, advising Qin's ruler on how to turn his state into a nightmare of surveillance and discipline:
[Lord Shang] commanded that the people be divided into tens and fives and that they supervise each other and be mutually liable. Anyone who fails to report criminal activity would be chopped in two at the waist, while those who reported it works receive the same reward as that for obtaining the head of an enemy . . .
This was no mere authoritarian fantasy; records on bamboo strips recovered from the tombs of Qin magistrates show that the laws were enforced in all their savagery.
"Why the West Rules – For Now: The patterns of history and what they reveal about the future" - Ian Morris
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Consider sharing your message as if you were being held liable for it in a court of law.
Are you telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth when it comes to your business and business practices?
Would your words, content and marketing hold up if they were being cross examined in court?
Could your promotion, advertising and pitching stand up to an opposing counsel trying to discredit you?
Consider sharing just the facts along with ways people can vet and verify those facts.
Lastly, consider that when you state only what you can prove and differentiate your opinions from facts, it allows you to stand on a stronger foundation over those stating whatever they want with no care for the truth.
In the end, while many businesses may choose to exaggerate, or flat out lie simply because they can, show an accuracy and an authority by holding yourself, your content and your business liable for everything you say.
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Representative Chip Roy, a Republican from Texas, is introducing a new legislation on Tuesday that proposes granting Americans the ability to file lawsuits against manufacturers of COVID-19 vaccines over adverse health effects allegedly caused by the shot.
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The Truth About False Words
1 And Job again took up his discourse, and said:
2 “As God lives, who has taken away my right,
and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,
3 as long as my breath is in me,
and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
4 my lips will not speak falsehood,
and my tongue will not utter deceit.
5 Far be it from me to say that you are right;
till I die I will not put away my integrity…
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2023 MARCH 03 Friday
"But I say to you, whoever is angry with his [sister or] brother will be liable to judgment. Therefore, if you bring your gift to the altar, and there recall that your [sister or] brother has anything against you, leave your gift there at the altar, go first and be reconciled with [them], and then come and offer your gift."
~ Matthew 5:22a,23-24
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Tumblr deleted the ask because it's stupid, but to the sweet anon who requested Gym Rat Soap on the first night, this is for you.
MDNI 18+ just some unedited possessive Gym Rat Soap mumbo jumbo
cw: mentions of alcohol
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Poor overly possessive Gym Rat Soap Johnny, who stakes his claim to you the first time you let him let him come inside you.
It all started with an innocent night out with the boys. Hitting up the local pub to rid the worries of the week away with a few strong brews down the gullet.
And those countless pints proved to be your downfall in the end. Latching onto him, losing yourself in the melodic brogue of his voice as he whispered the most tumultuous poetry into your ear.
Elegantly sinful promises laden with whisky fueled intent, the gentle brushing of his stubble against your cheek making your legs quiver as you imagined his mouth entangled with your most intimate lips.
It didn't take long to pull him away into the back seat of an unsuspecting Uber. His hands greedily clawed at your hips as you apologized profusely to the driver for the improper scene playing out in the backseat.
Still, the indecent show in public was nothing compared to the ravishing he bestowed upon you behind closed doors. Barely making it through the front door as he began to frantically tear off your risqué yet fruitless choice of apparel.
"Where ya wanna start, hen? The kitchen, or the living room?"
You barely had time to breathe before he swung your naked form over his shoulder. A thunderous laugh echoing from his chest as he planted a firm smack on your ass. Stomping up the steps towards the bedroom as you mentally prepared yourself for the vigorous workout he was about to put you through.
He shamelessly tossed you onto the bed, a wicked smile curling into the corners of his lips as your breasrts bounced from the force of the impact.
"Tell me bonnie, ya been workin' on your yoga? Jus' like I told ya to?"
The mischievous glint in his eyes matched the dark tone of possessive desire in his voice. Forcing you to comply with his demand, nodding your head as the capacity for speech all but abandoned you.
"Aye. Good lass. Gonnae need ya ta center yerslef as I wreck this pretty little cunt a'yers."
You didn't protest as he proceeded to break you in the most beautiful way possible. Losing count at how many times he brought you to oblivion only to push your further as he neared his own blissful undoing.
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You came home a few days later with a duffle bag and worn boots meeting you at the door. A half-naked mohawk crested man rummaging around the kitchen as he deftly put together a delectable feast upon the stove.
"Um, Johnny? What are you doing?" A perplexed expression formed into the contours of your face as he turned to meet your questioning gaze.
"Wha'? Cannae make my bonnie some dinner?"
Your eyes narrowed at him, trying to piece together the scheme he was shamelessly putting together.
"Dinner's fine, Soap. But what's with the bag?"
"Hm. Aye. There is that."
Soap turned around, coursing his arms over his broad chest with a crooked smile. His cerulean eyes roaming you up and down like a predator stalking it prey, poised to leap at any moment.
"Already signed the lease, lass. Might as well start moving in."
"What do you mean, signed the lease?"
It took you no more than five minutes to piece together his housewarming innuendo. Aided only by a swift encore as he threw you down and bent you over the kitchen table, implementing his down-payment as he thrusted another load deep into the welcoming walls of your cunt.
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I just remembered Ludinus telling Caleb outright that Trent "has his uses", and with regard to the Scourger program, which Trent himself designed and pitched, "desperate requirements might call for unsavory methods."
And given that we know now that Ludinus has been singlemindedly focused on the current goals of the Ruby Vanguard for a lot longer than the program would've been in existence, I'm just imagining a timeline in which Caleb and Beau had not gotten the program shuttered in 836 PD, and that entire force of highly-conditioned, high level arcane assassins was simply at Ludinus's disposal.
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