#Moose Fraternity

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[octuscle]

I want to turn into a dumb ski teenager. Kinda a twunk/himbo. I love hot helmets ski masks etc, I’d make sure my boots smell fetid. Thanks!

The platform in Munich was overcrowded when the train to Innsbruck arrived. Like Peter, at least some people were wearing a suit and carrying a laptop bag. Most were struggling with skis, snowboards and huge sports bags. Peter heard Dutch, Polish and Swedish, he had the feeling that half of Europe was on its way to a skiing vacation. He, on the other hand, had to go to Innsbruck to help clear away the rubble of a spectacular real estate bankruptcy. He was one of the top insolvency administrators in Europe. And he wanted to show that he himself could bring this case to a satisfactory conclusion for everyone.

As expected, everyone was jostling at the second-class entrances. The two first-class carriages were almost empty. It was quiet, Peter would be able to work in peace. He opened his notebook and settled down at the table in his compartment. But after a few minutes, the peace and quiet was over. He heard loud voices coming closer and closer. A young man with blond hair pulled open the door to his compartment, took a quick look around and then shouted "Hörni, det är nästan en hel tågkupé tom!" into the corridor. Without asking, he heaved his sports bag into the luggage net. And after a few moments, four young men followed and took possession of the compartment together with their leader. After a few seconds, the aisle was blocked with skis and snowboards, the luggage net was full of bags and suitcases, loud music was blaring from a boombox and the first bottles of beer and vodka were on the table next to Peter's laptop. It smelled of alcohol, sweat and testosterone. Peter was furious. "You do know that this is the first class rest area?" he asked the group. The leader of the group laughed and said that the train was so overcrowded, there would certainly be no conductor to check it. Peter closed his notebook, exasperated. Concentrated work would certainly not be possible. He put on his noise-canceling headphones and hoped to get at least a little sleep.

He probably hadn't closed his eyes for five minutes when he woke up. His crotch was soaking wet. A beer bottle had fallen over and the contents had spilled onto his lap. The Swedes were roaring. One of them said "Sorry" and held out a bottle of vodka to Peter. I don't know what kind of devil he was riding, but he took a swig. And a second. And helped himself to the dried moose meat. After the train had left Kufstein station, all six of them were roaring Swedish drinking songs. And Peter wiped a long blond strand of hair from his forehead.

As the train pulled into Innsbruck, the five jocks gathered their things together. Peter was already really drunk and it was difficult for him to stow his boombox and his still-empty bottles into his rucksack in time. At the last second, he managed to fall onto the platform with his snowboard and sports bag. His friends roared.

The train to St. Anton was even fuller. There was no chance of getting a seat. Peter and his friends crowded into the aisle and the party was immediately back in full swing. They quickly made friends with the members of a Norwegian student fraternity who were going to the same sports hostel as them. It was dusk when the train arrived in St. Anton. Leif had to vomit directly into the snow. Fortunately, the icy cold air had sobered Peter up a bit. But he had to piss and tried to pee "Sverige" in the snow. He failed. The pre-ordered bus was waiting for them and took them to their hostel

Yes, Pelle was damn good at partying. He was like all Swedes who made the Alps unsafe. But he was also a damn good sportsman. "Väl framme, mamma. Nu ska jag iväg till pisten för första gången. Hälsningar till pappa!", he wrote. The lifts opened at 09:00. No matter how hard he had partied yesterday, he wanted to be the first to leave his tracks in the freshly fallen snow.

[trashogram]

Charlie/Sir Pentious

Just PW/oP — Charlie does a sex with the Snakemon Roll

Rated M: Sex, DP bc he’s a snake demon, not that graphic though, rare pair

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Sir Pentious tried not to shake too terribly as Charlie gave him a soft smile as soon as she’d made herself comfortable straddling him.

The inventor gulped as her hands wrapped around his shoulders, leaving him with no choice but to be face-to-face with his hostess. Pentious truly had no idea how things had gotten out of control and turned into this.

He’d simply been in the right place at the right time, passing by Charlie’s door and seeing her sulking in the darkness of her own room. She’d been charmed easily into letting him stay in her hotel solely on his word that he was looking for redemption, and she was just as charmed to allow him to slip even further into her space with just a polite knock and show of concern.

For whatever reason, Charlie had welcomed him in and had made pleasant conversation as soon as his handkerchief dried her tears.

And then there was something about… the old ways of medicine and ladies with their sensitivities… medical malpractice and orgasms…

Pentious rested his own hands on her hips as he tried to think of the last time he’d had sex. It had been so long since his death that he couldn’t remember if he’d had a wife. Or if he’d routinely consummated with said wife. Fuck, even if he had, kids today were much, much, much rowdier than what most definitely had to have been listless old English sex between two people that could barely tolerate one another.

The snake froze as Charlie’s porcelain face was suddenly inches away from his own. She had snuck up on him while right before his eyes, but thankfully with no malicious intent.

Her black lips were warm, soft and Sir Pentious found himself utterly pliant beneath them. The Sinner made an embarrassing noise as Charlie’s tongue slid into his mouth. It was something desperate and whiny and oh Satan, even this perfectly nice princess was laughing at him.

Charlie pulled away from him, and Sir Pentious couldn’t stop the way she pulled out more mortifying sounds from his throat as she did. It was just that he already missed the feeling of her warm body against his. The weight of her breasts against his jacket, the brush of her lashes against his skin, and how he could feel her heart beating in such close contact.

The blonde’s sharp white teeth glinted in the lowlight as she giggled.

“I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you.” Her delicate brows turned up. “I’m just laughing because… because you’re so sweet.”

Sir Pentious blinked at the woman in his arms. “I am?”

Charlie exhaled through her dainty nose, not-quite laughing but still with good humor.

“You are.” She reassured him. “It’s been a while for me too. But if you’re okay with it, I’d like to continue?”

The undercover spy nodded a little too quickly, meeting Charlie halfway this time. Fraternizing with one’s enemy could be excused for the sake of getting that much closer to the Vs.

—

Somehow, Pentious could still speak through a mouth swollen from kisses.

“You really don’t need to, darling. One is more THA-ahhaaa…”

Scratch that, the ability to vocalize anything more than nonsense and gibberish had been stolen by the rapturous heat of his partner’s perfect cunt.

Charlie’s head lolled back as she sunk onto both of the snake demon’s cocks. There was little resistance as she expertly arched her back and drove her hips down until she was seated atop Pentious’s tail one more.

“Mmm!” Charlie slowly unwound, head tipping forward so that she could lock eyes with the Sinner and give him a pleased grin. “That wasn’t too bad. Just had to stretch it out a little.”

Sir Pentious moaned. “Prin-ssssssessss —”

Charlie frowned, one hand coming to rest against his cheek as he throbbed inside of her. “What’s wrong?”

The snake sounded like a dying moose. “…Nnnnghhhaaughh…”

“Oh no! Am I hurting you?” Charlie rose. “Here, lemme just get — ”

Sir Pentious’s claws dug into her soft hips as he slammed her back down in a panic, eliciting a gasp from the confused hellborn .

“No! No! No! Pleassssse, don’t get up. Please!” His desperate hisses punctuated the repeated smacks of Charlie’s thighs against his thick tail. “Fuck fuck fuck! Fuck meeee!”

And there she went, giggling again. “I am, silly!”

“Ohh,” Charlie sighed as she reveled in little shocks of pleasure and a rolling build of pure bliss. “Or I guess you’re the one fucking me.”

The princess let herself be pushed and pulled along for the ride, leaning back and allowing Sir Pentious to smother her in kisses from the column of her throat to her sternum. His eager devotion was endearing. Charlie could feel it in the way his tongue darted over her flesh, and the way he tried yet failed to keep his fangs from piercing her areolas as he suckled at her breasts.

When the snake looked up at her with those big liquid eyes in apology, Charlie only moaned appreciatively and guided him back with a hand at the nape of his neck.

She was made out of stronger stuff.

[messinwitheddie]

[Over 10 Summerweens ago]

Nny "That's your plan?! Keep him trapped inside your mind?! That's a shit plan! You do understand that's a SHIT plan, right?"

Dipper "Until I come up with a way to destroy Bill for good, it's the only plan I have to work with."

Nny "How did you trap him inside your head in the first place?"

Dipper "It was a happy accident. Dib and I were playing with this interdimensional scope and he just slipped back in, BUT this time, I know how to keep Bill from fully taking over."

Nny "Dib doesn't know either?"

Dipper "NO! He doesn't need to know! No one else needs to know! The whole damn point is to keep Ill-bay Ipher-cay off everyone's minds! If no one brings him up, it's easier to keep him from jumping into someone else's head!"

Nny "And you believe staying doped out of your skull is keeping him trapped? Aren't you in college? How are you supposed to function like this? For how long?"

Dipper "As long as it takes. Whatever keeps him from terrorizing my family.."

Nny "I'm not exactly the best person to give out life advice, but speaking as someone who has dealt with my fair share of cosmic horrors, I'm telling you THIS is going to backfire. Worst case scenario, the horrors consume you and drive you to KILL anyone who is able or willing to help you. Unlike ME, YOU have a network of friends and family who can help you. You don't have to fight these battles alone like I did-"

Dipper "I'm trying to protect my friends and family. This is a demon we've fought before. Please trust my judgment."

Nny "Trust the judgment of a 19-year-old frat boy covered in pot leaf decals trying to trap a demon in his head with micro doses of LSD... yeah, no. NO-"

Dipper "Stop calling everyone who made it into uni a frat boy! I'm not in a fucking fraternity! And forgive me if I don't trust the judgment of a man who once choked a woman to death with the chord to his headphones because she flashed a dead tooth when she smiled at you."

Nny "It was off-putting!"

Dipper "Grunkle Stan thinks highly of you. I WANT to believe you actually WANT to be apart of this family and you wouldn't try to hurt any of us, but I'm not altogether convinced. You want to convince me?"

Nny *frustrated growl* "Goddamn you, Squee, I can't believe you made me care about any of this-- YES, sure!"

Dipper "Ok, GOOD! Then keep your mouth SHUT and your short neck OUT OF THIS. Will you PROMISE ME, for the sake of this family's safety and possibly all of humanity's safety you will never mention this to anyone in this shack EVER?"

Nny "Son of bitch... yes. YES. Yes, I promise."

Dipper "Thank you. Let's get back upstairs before someone realizes we're missing."

Nny "Yes, LETS. That portal thingy gives off big moose wall energy and it's turning my stomach."

(A continuation of this dialogue)

[sorchathered]

Sarah I apologize for this being so sudden, the frat boy shenanigans have struck again (lol).

-I should've touched on it earlier, but it must be known that in 1985, Thomas Rainwater helped lead the "great tee-pee" wars against the Alpha Betas. The boys literally bought four pallets of toilet paper from Costco and used it to tee-pee the Alpha Beta house. It was also his idea to get the guys in full war paint and do the Tusken Raider yells

-The guys woke up one winter morning to find a bison.......a fucking BISON......grazing in their front yard. They promptly turned and went back in the house

-Royal found a pair of dachshunds, a male and a female, in a box on the sidewalk one day. He took'em back after nobody had claimed them and they officially became the "frat dogs". The male was named Buster and the female became "Weezy". John got the idea to name her both after the mom from The Jeffersons and because she had a slight wheeze whenever she coughed. They were the best house mascots EVER so imagine their surprise when Royal looked at their spot under the stairs one morning and saw that Weezy had puppies

-These guys have seen all the original Star Wars movies. They had the same collection of VHS tapes and those were ones that they almost wore out. They know The Empire Strikes Back line for line

-If you're familiar with "Revenge Of The Nerds", the Delta Taus in this era had their own version of Ogre. This guy though? This guy's name was "Tank", a refrigerator sized manimal native to the great state of Maine. His son "Moose" ended up joining the Delta Taus when Rhett Abbott, Kayce Dutton and Bob Floyd were all a part of it. Like father, like son

-The guys had their own version of the Bene Gesserit "Litany Against Fear". They called it "The Litany For Beer", recited by every Delta Tau before a rager

-The guys were still very much at war with the Alpha Betas who seriously were more trouble than they were worth. John, Royal, Wayne and Thomas decided they had to do something after those assholes tore up the flower beds that they had helped their art history professor plant after she moved into her house. One of their neighbors who lived off campus was a very, very salty Vietnam vet who basically taught them everything they needed to know. He helped them rig up a giant hole, rope and net snares (nothing that would hurt'em of course) and a whole bunch of other stuff. The professor gave the entire Delta Tau fraternity straight As for the entire semester

Girl I’m dyingggg, a freaking bison?! I want to be apart of this universe so bad I can’t even tell you how much I cackle over these stories!!

[lemonisherelol]

Heard about oc x canon? You’re in luck because I’m shipping Johnny worthington with my oc Ecstasy Night! (And a peak redesign of him!!)

I’d like to answer some questions btw!

"Is Ecstasy a boy or girl?" Ecstasy is a boy, well transmasculine!

"Can Ecstasy roar?" Yes and no, well due to his vocals it can actually damage his voice, he usually say “baa” (inherited his mom’s genes) and he doesn’t prefer to roar.

"What is Ecstasy’s real name and why is he called Ecstasy?" His real name was Emmy before he changed it to Ecstasy, but however that’s a nickname, his actual name is now Elijah. And the reason why he was called Ecstasy was because he took those at a young age (around 16.) He randomly thought it was candy so he ate it, he’s dumb but also didn’t know lol- He just called himself that because of the scent and how it tasted.

"How did the two meet?" Johnny and Ecstasy actually met each other during a party. Well, these two never interacted until Ecstasy was picked on, Johnny walks over to help him out, eventually these two became close but not friends. Johnny didn’t find Ecstasy scary, but rather different…usually he thought of monsters who aren’t good enough or even fit to join a fraternity that’s better or good enough, Johnny thought Ecstasy was interesting! The two only realized during the scare games, these two actually have feelings for each other and might have a chance to get together but however due to Johnny’s behavior towards the Oozma Kappa, Ecstasy cut off contacts with Johnny for not giving him a proper reasoning why Ecstasy was the only one Johnny liked/spared. Of course Johnny didn’t want to admit it, but he actually did love Ecstasy. After the scare games, these two talked alone and well…it wasn’t easy for the two just to get together, Ecstasy cried into Johnny’s arms. (It’s still a wip which I’m trying to write their dynamic more.) And then, these two eventually got together, so there lol.

Lastly, "What kind of monster is Ecstasy?" Actually, hes supposed to be a presentation of a sheep/goat, in his concept he was supposed to be a moose or a snake, (possibly with wings.) And since I redesigned him, he’s supposed to be a sheep/goat which is what I said. (His parents are a sheep and a goat.)

I also did drew Johnny and Ecstasy’s kids! Jimmy and Smokey! (Jimmy is the oldest while Smokey is the youngest!)

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[ask-lucans-ocs]

Can we get more info on Bell and Hutch that Eldritch left out???? :o

Bell is baby and precious.

He's a failed experiment from SWARM, having grown wings, antlers, and a feline jaw and teeth instead of what Elias has (foresight). As Eld said, he was quite literally dumped in the trash, and found by Pumpkin, who he definitely sees as his mother bird.

Bell has age regression, so he very much acts younger than he is (he's 30). His team doesn't seem to mind, he's only a nuisance when he's hungry or preening. He's a snack thief and snack hoarder. Hutch has to regularly replace snacks because of this little gremlin. You won't believe how often his wings moult.

He can be quite the sweetheart though. Not only does he have feline traits, but also corvid traits. He likes to gift his team shiny trinkets whenever he finds them. It's usually stolen from another teammate but it's the thought that counts!

He has beef against Dill (Hutch's bird) but when they team up against Hutch to annoy him, they're a match made in hell.

Be wary of this little dude, he will chew on your bones.

Just ask anyone who went after Hutch when he was around.

Speaking of.

Hutch is a former Shadow Company soldier. He had a fiancee and kid at the time, and had a strong toxic bond with Raines (one of the higher ups) (Hutch is kinda not monogamous, his fiancee was fine with it as long as they got to approve of the relationship.)

He was friends with Cotton (Moose's bio daughter, Ratchets fraternal twin) and was the reason she escaped somewhat unharmed during the Las Almas mission.

He was left to die after being tortured by Raines and being in the basement when the building blew up, for simply refusing to shoot civilians. He was found by SH8 but it took a long while for him to be recruited.

He found out his fiancee and child had been promptly killed by Raines, and thus, started Hutch's merciless hunt for any Shadow Company soldier he deemed a threat. Graves and Raines were very high on that list.

He was sought out by Stevie, a hit hitman contractor, who had his own personal beef against SH8 and had a short relationship together before staying friends (with benefits ;) )

Of course shit went wrong for him though. Getting stabbed AGAIN by Raines. Being bitten by a werewolf. Just find a 4 leaf clover already man. That was just before he was recruited to SH8, where he became Bell's handler. He doesn't mind the guy, treats him like a little brother, though Bell will say he sees Hutch as more of a dad.

He and Dusty argue quite a bit. I mean, Hutch doesn't care much for his own safety so he's usually only there to seek medical attention, if he remembers. Whether there's a FWB going on with these two, well, idk.

But there's definitely one going on between him and Pumpkin!

He feels he owes her his actual existence for saving his ass on multiple occasions and basically taking him in. God could come down and prove Pumpkin wrong and he'd argue with them to prove Pumpkin is right. He's loyal to her, though before SH8, she did annoy the ever living fuck out of him for intruding on his hitman missions. But hey, she gave him a bird.

But yeah, those are my sh8 fellas and I fuckin adore Elds ocs, Pumpkin and Dusty. Such chaotic people. You should ask them more about those two some day. It's been a while.

[dgf2099]

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[conchapman]

As Older Lodges Shrink, One Newcomer is On the Attack

NATICK, Mass.  This town, like many others across America, was once home to a veritable menagerie of fraternal orders–Lions, Moose, Elks, and the Loyal Order of the Buffalo Heads.  “Those were the days,” says 84-year-old Samuel Pondalfi, who once belonged to the International Order of Friendly Sons of the Raccoons and the American Legion.  “You could go from lodge to lodge to lodge, one beer…

[whitepolaris]

Separated Together: Roslyn Historical Cemeteries

It's not really Cicely, Alaska: it just played it on TV. The town of Roslyn, in Kittitas County, is perhaps best known as its quirky alter ego in the 1990s television program: Northern Exposure. In real life, it's a quiet small town in the Cascade Mountains. Downtown buildings still evoke the nineteenth century, while some area homes are pure Norman Rockwell, complete with white picket fences. The population has remained steady, in the nine hundreds, for years.

In fact, here the dead outnumber the living 5 to 1.

This is because the town, founded in 1886, has kept generations of its deceased close to home. Specifically, they're in the forested hills along Pennsylvania Avenue, on a fifteen-acre expanse comprising twenty-six separate but contiguous cemeteries. Collectively, they're referred to as the Roslyn Historical Cemeteries.

By walking the grounds, there are two things you quickly realize about Roslyn's past. First, its coal-mining industry attracted a multinational, multiethnic mix of workers. Poles, Italians, Slovakians, and other nationalities were well represented, as were African Americans-all sharing the town in relative peace. Secondly, folks here loved organizing themselves into fraternal organizations: Along with the Masons, Odd Fellows, Moose, and Eagles, lesser known societies like the Red Men and Sokol had lodges in Roslyn.

These groups and nationalities all have dedicated cemetery space. Veterans have a place of honor right in front, in what resembles a mini-Arlington. Then there are general-purpose burial grounds like the Old and New City cemeteries. The Old City Cemetery is the most antique, with its family plots fenced in to keep out foraging animals.

Roslyn suffered its greatest disaster on May 10, 1892, when a mine explosion killed forty-five workers. The memory of this tragedy is literally etched in stone throughout the cemeteries on the grave markers of some of those killed.

Though the grounds are mostly well kept, many of the graves, particularly those corresponding to defunct lodges, are showing their age. This contributes to the "long ago and far away" aura permeating Roslyn in general and the cemeteries in particular.

[deneenritter]

Happy Tuesday y'all.

I belong to the Moose International club & the Fraternal Order of the Eagles Club.  I love them both. These are clubs where people help people. You can make life long friends. And most people there are in a social mood and love interacting with each other. Very friendly places to go. I used to go to all of the Chamber of Commerce  meetups and gatherings. They are a very awesome group here in…

[writer59january13]

Ghostly spirits from deadly arsenal spell haunting annihilation

With mighty mouse and Hercules height

tried to retrieve sanity spread loose;

a faded unpleasant memory - even enlisting

decades old cartoon characters:

Natasha squirrel and Bullwinkle moose

flow of electrons the best-concocted juice since the convection

of white bread or couscous

for without Fios, light and heat

the slow strangle via an invisible noose

gripped this bantam weight

hen pecked papa -

who tried to peruse Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy

while buried under

blankets and towels - Toulouse any and every molecule of heat,

yet frigidaire within abode

(technically about 455 degrees Fahrenheit) went with Brad and Ray,

boot did not go vamoose.

Thine recollected diatribe

analogous to a rite of initiation

thru fraternity gauntlet -

no, not necessarily atchew anyway, I sure hope urine remission

asper any offal debacle choking bugaboo which once malignantly plagued

your body, mind, spirit

as fowl existence doomed matt chew for when countless full moons ago,

the force o mother nature drew

whipped out her scimitar,

where chaos such as

power n telephone outages flew sweeping across bulwarks,

drawbridge over troubled waters, and ramparts whereby

huge limbs and wires Ole man winter with

a jude dish hiss punch did hew indiscriminate to gentile or Jew or one necessitating answering a call

to deaf ack ate while atop the loo, cuz such fate occurred there

at previous residence

DCCXXIV Railroad Ave n new where the lack of heat or phone service

induce sing expletives stronger than poo but...during the blackout,

this papa read by flashlight huddled under mildewed layers of clothes

n bland kits, and did rue how susceptible n vulnerable society

to whims of natural faw iz - tis true at least in my view, whence this generic human

predicted he would become apprised as fossilized,

immortalized, and ossified,

thence accidentally discovered millenniums in future,

hence as frozen petrified representative per twenty first century,

where wily fox prudent terrestrial realtor.

Now that yar brow didst I scrunch possibly goot dealt

a similar meteorological punch thus possibly lack king

for electricity i.e. the life source energy, this then mister mom,

and taxi dad supposed back up hunch hove (at that time)

two prepubescent darling daughters - oft times thrilled as punch

to kibbutz with during lunch when dire circumstances

imposed spurious silliness

to fritter away time –

for measly grueling fodder,

earmarked, damned cold brunch.

Twas and still Liz

a blessing social networks allowed, enabled and promoted literary trait virtually contrived acquaintances of yore,

and usually visa vis discovery

(though transient got me I rate)

hull reflect on technological

modus operandi back before bachelorhood complemented and supplemented mein kampf

with an affectionately loving mate

many years, and even of late though amity, comity

and felicity nestles this roost stir, whose then newlywed bride

that's my wife, he DOTH no longer hate

and communicate emotions

across the whirled wide web

(i.e. - this example

between yourself and me) -

Noah intent to grate now, internecine warfare usually all calm

on the western front

from hellish, gory figurative

ball of wax bollix

engineering denizens of fate

in tandem with banshees, gremlins,

and jinns out the box of Pandora rollicked

their elements of Strunk and White,

and pandemonium they did fiendishly create.

[lboogie1906]

Carl Eller (born January 25, 1942) is a former football player who was a defensive end in the NFL from 1964 through 1979. He was born in Winston-Salem and played college football for the Minnesota Golden Gophers. He was elected to the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 2004. As a sophomore at the University of Minnesota, he helped lead the Golden Gophers to a Rose Bowl victory. He became a full-time, two-way player as a junior and senior and was voted All-America both years. The Gophers were National Champions as well as Big Ten champions. He was the runner-up for the Outland Trophy. The Carl Eller Award is given to the University of Minnesota's Defensive Player of the Year. He was elected to the College Football Hall of Fame in 2006. He joined Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity via the Mu Chapter while at the University of Minnesota. He graduated from Metropolitan State University with a BS in human services. He was selected to play in six Pro Bowls (1968–1971, 1973, and 1974). After being traded with an eighth-round pick to Seattle Seahawks, he played his final season in 1979 with the Seattle Seahawks, where he ran his career total to 225 games. In his career, "Moose" only missed three games and started 209 out of the 225 he played. As a licensed drug and alcohol counselor, he founded a group of substance-abuse clinics in the Twin Cities called Triumph Life Centers. He went on to work for the Minnesota Department of Human Services, addressing issues of health disparities between white people and people of color. In 2000, he was named to the Vikings' 40th Anniversary Team and in 2010, he was named to the Vikings' 50th Anniversary team. In 2003, he was named to the Professional Football Researchers Association Hall of Very Good in the association's inaugural HOVG class. He served as president of the NFL Retired Players Association. He joined the Halberd Corporation as a consultant. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn2HnEPrwEn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[mourning-again-in-america]

Such a shame that there was such decline in American fraternal lodges...there could have been such work on the distinctions between a Moose Lodger and an Elk Lodger.

there's a lot of work in 20th century continental philosophy on the ontology of one's membership in a group and i hope that all will be looked back upon as a bizarre fixation of that time in history. or be forgotten entirely i suppose, but thats likely throwing out some valuable bathwater.