#Robinson helicopter

[engines-as-art]

New year, new build! Here is a snapshot of what the teardown process on a big block Lycoming looks like, from start to parts ready for NDT. It’s a satisfying process to take a dirty, burnt out looking drop off and see it cleaned up and ready for testing. This IO-540 is out of a Robinson R44 helicopter, and one of the more common overhauls we do.

[zipzapzopzoop]

SpongeBob ahh death 😔💀

[nocternalrandomness]

A Canadian registered Robinson R44 II inbound for Scottsdale Airport, Az

[robinsonranch]

The interview that killed my career. But changed the industry. A small price to pay

[vivi266]

Robinson Helicopter Company R66 Turbine (private ownership)

[emaadsidiki]

Statue of Liberty is 137 Years 🗽

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Ukrainian Robinson R66 Turbine light utility and training helicopter on display in airshow, Limbaži, Latvia, June 10, 2023. Photo by D.P.

P.S. Despite the Russian attempts to destroy the Ukrainian economy, the Ukrainians are successfully resisting and trying to maintain normal business contacts with European countries...

[pilot4008]

(via "Robinson R44 Helicopter Art Design" iPhone Case for Sale by PatternFusions)

[kleexfly]

2009 Robinson R44 Raven I. For sale.

[kinardsevan]

helicopter crash WIP

(yeah, I finally plotted a bit. have fun 😂😂😂)

“This is Robinson three two eight two four on an open line. We are flying blind in what seems to be a squall, roughly fifteen knots from Yosemite,” Tommy calls into his headset. “Please advise.”  “Robinson, I’m not showing any weather anywhere in the vicinity,” air traffic replies. “Can you give your coordinates, over?”  Tommy inhales a deep breath, glancing down at the display on the dash.  “I have 37 degrees north, 37 minutes and 20.4 seconds, 118 degrees west, 14 minutes and twenty-five seconds, and I assure you we are being pounded currently,” he replies back.  The other end of the line is silent for a beat, followed by a few seconds of static. The lack of response has Tommy’s anxiety steadily climbing, although he purposely keeps his expression noncommittal if for no other reason than to keep from worrying Evan beside him.  “Tower, please advise,” he comments again. A rough gust hits them and the helicopter docks, which causes Tommy to openly flinch. Still, he’s not sure that Evan even realizes it, because when he steadies the chopper again, he realizes the younger man’s hand is clenched on his knee.  “Robinson, this is tower,” a voice comes back, clear apprehension in the respondants voice. “We are not showing weather or you in our airspace. Can you repeat your coordinates?”  Tommy does so, reading them off again. Another gust hits them, causing the helicopter to dock again. Evan’s hand clenches tighter on his knee, but he still doesn’t interrupt.  “Tower-" “Robinson, I’m sorry but we do not have you in our airspace,” air traffic responds. “Do you have a back-up GPS by chance?”  Tommy glances over at Evan. “Babe, it’s in the bag behind my seat.”  Evan shifts on his seat, reaching behind Tommy for the duffel resting on the floor. As he gets his hands around it, they dock again and it slides over, but still within Evan’s reach. He gets a hand around the strap of the bag and starts to pull it up, but something hits the tail of the helicopter then and they start to spin, knocking Evan into Tommy’s seat.  “Nevermind,” Tommy shouts then, trying to regain control of the chopper. “Mayday mayday mayday, this is Robinson three two eight two four, we have been struck, I repeat we have been struck.”  “Robinson can you identify any damage,” air traffic responds back immediately.  “Not at the moment tower,” he states. “We’re in a tailspin. Evan, GPS.”  “Tommy,” Evan groans, leaning back up in his seat. Tommy glances over at him and sees a line of blood streaking down the side of his face.  “Fuck.” He sucks in a deep breath. Okay, okay. he’s been through worse than this, they can figure this out. “Air traffic, I can not reach the back-up GPS, and we are now in a whiteout.”  “I can get it,” Evan rasps, leaning across the space again. He’s quicker this time, but manages to get the bag pulled up and dig through it, finding the handheld backup. He turns the machine on, but they’re hit again, this time from Tommy’s side of the helicopter, and it causes them to jerk again, tossing Evan towards him a second time, slamming into his shoulder this time. The spare GPS flies out of his hand into one of the windows, but that’s not Tommy’s primary concern.  “Air traffic, we’ve lost power,” he calls back. “Robinson three two eight two four is going down.”  Evan looks up at him and Tommy looks back, seeing the blood coming down his face more now. He lays his hand down over Evan’s, squeezes it tightly.  “Brace for impact.” 

[bekolxeram]

I feel like no one is asking the important question ever since the pre-8x05 interview with Oliver came out...

Robinson R22

It's small, it's lightweight, it's fast, it's agile, the 2-seat Robinson R22 is the Cessna 152 of the rotary world, meaning it's by far the most popular model for basic pilot training.

Everything from its 2-bladed semi-rigid teetering rotor system, to its T-bar cyclic design keeps the production and maintenance costs of the R22 to a relatively affordable level, hence allowing more aspiring pilots to achieve their dream without breaking the bank. Due to its popularity, employment opportunities are also easier to come by. Once you've successfully gotten your flight instructor license, you can basically accumulate flight hours while earning money by instructing other students.

Please don't be mistaken, the R22 is popular among student pilots solely for its cost effectiveness. It's in no way an easy helicopter to fly. Because it's so light, the controls are extremely sensitive, some may even say twichy. The first 10 or so hours in the R22 can be quite a frustrating experience. Instead of you flying the chopper, it'll feel like it's flying you, that it has a mind of its own. Even the most experienced former military pilots who spent their entire career flying attack helicopters may feel like they're writing cursive in the sky for their first couple of hours in the R22 before slowly getting used to it. But if you manage to tame this beast, you can basically learn to fly anything.

The Robinson rotor system design also makes it very susceptible to mast bumping. (Yes, even more so than other similar teetering rotor designs) While it can be prevented by adequate pilot training (to avoid instinctively overcontrolling the aircraft), once it happens and the rotor separates from the mast, it's basically always a death sentence.

But the most important factor that may disqualify the R22 as BuckTommy's training helicopter of choice, is its lack of cabin space and low weight limit. It has a maximum cabin width of 3.7 feet, which is cramped even for normal sized people, let alone our 2 human tanks. Not only will they be pressed flush against each other (kinda hot ngl), their shoulders will be squeezed tight by the doors, which makes the overall flying experience very uncomfortable, even a bit limiting. The maximum weight the R22 can carry, including fuel, luggage and occupants, is 490 lbs. If you want to have enough fuel to last for more than 30 minutes, that leaves you only 400 lbs to spare. I strongly suspect the combine weight of these beefcakes exceeds that number.

Robinson R44

The Robinson R44 is basically the bigger, 4 seat version of an R22. It has all the advantages of the R22 in terms of performance, cost effectiveness and abundance of employment opportunities (It's the most produced piston engine helicopter), with the added bonus of a more spacious cabin, a higher weight limit (it's designed for 4 occupants after all) and less sensitive controls as it's quite a bit heavier.

It still has the same heightened risk of mast bumping, and it's more expensive to rent and operate than the R22 (seeing that it's double the size).

A unique advantage of starting your pilot training in the R44 is that once you get your PPL (private pilot license), you've already had enough experience in a 4 seater and you can immediately take your friends and family to the sky with you, no transition or additional training needed. I think Buck will appreciate that.

Schweizer S300

Unlike the Robinsons, the Schweizer S300 was designed especially for training purposes, so it's much more forgiving to fly for student pilots.

It has a 3-bladed fully articulated high inertia rotor system, making it very stable in flight and eliminating the issue of mast bumping. Its conventional but clean cockpit design also makes the learning experience more straightforward. The cabin can be configured into a 2 pilot training setup, or a 1 pilot+2 passengers one, so naturally, the cabin is quite spacious as well.

It has a traditional cyclic in the middle for controls, instead of the T-bar in Robbies.

One possible downside of the S300 is the lack of an RPM governor, meaning pilots have to manually adjust the throttle to maintain rotor speed when maneuvering the helicopter. It adds a bit of workload, but it's not hard getting used to.

The major problem with this aircraft is the giant flat windshield in the front creating enormous amount of drag. It may be suitable for training, but absolutely not for any medium to long distance leisure flying. Its range is quite short, and if you run into strong headwind, it can be veeeerrrryyyyy slooooooooowwwwwww.

Guimbal Cabri G2

Watch out, she's the new hot chick kid on the block. She's young, she's smooth, she's cool and she's from France. (Cue gone girl cool girl speech) First introduced in 2008, this bird was designed to be the ultimate training helicopter, combining the sleek aerodynamic fuselage and lightweight 2 seat configuration of the R22, but with extra space for comfort, and the stability and controllability of the Schweizer S300, without the added drag. It's fast, agile, but at the same time safe and comfortable.

Designed by a former Eurocopter engineer, the Cabri G2 has many modern systems in place to ensure the safety of the inexperienced student pilot.

It has a glass cockpit with fully integrated flight computer system. Unlike flying the Robbies, where you only have a analog fuel gauge, the Cabri G2's system constantly calculates and shows you the estimated time you have left in the air with your current amount fuel.

It has a 3-bladed articulated main rotor just like the Schweizer, so mast bumping is not an issue either, but it also has the added protection of a shrouded tail rotor called a Fenestron, which is a trademark of Eurocopter (known as Airbus Helicopter now).

Instead of being exposed to the element like traditional tail rotors, the Fenestron type is housed in a sort of window in the tail to protect it from striking foreign object in flight, thus greatly enhancing its safety.

Like all aircrafts designed in the 21st century, it's largely made out of light composite material, so it can be spacious and sophisticated without compromising on weight.

The Cabri G2 was designed to be very crash resistant. According to the manufacturer, the seats can withstand shocks from a crash with as high as a 2000 fpm descent rate. Its fuel tank is also incorporated with resistant technology to prevent a fuel fire post crash.

With the Cabri G2, learning to fly a helicopter has never been safer, comfier and cooler.

I can't hide my bias to this hot chick beautiful bird, she's just that good, but she's also very hard to find and super expensive to rent. Over 6866 Robinson R44 were ever built, but the new girl Cabri G2? Just around 300. It's very expensive to rent, the hourly rate comparable to a 4 seat R44, simply due to its rarity. But Tommy works in the industry? I'm sure he can pull some strings for his boyfriend if the G2 is what he wants.

Turbine helicopters

The previous 4 models are all powered by piston engines. They're cheaper, easier to maintain, but not powerful enough for bigger utility helicopters operated by the military or authorities. If your goal is to work for those institutions, you'll eventually have to gain experience in a helicopter with turbine engines.

So why not start in a turbine helicopter, you asked? Well, they're super expensive to rent. The hourly rates for the above 4 models are all in the hundreds, but for a turbine one, like the AS350 (the one Tommy flew to the cruise ship and to Vegas with Eddie), it's in the thousands.

Although we're talking about Tommy "knows a guy" Kinard, who magicked a whole AS350 news helicopter for his personal trip to a fight in Vegas, and Evan "trust fund baby" Buckley here. I guess they can somehow get a giant turbine one without any problem like us commoners. They're easier and more fun to fly anyways. (Faster but more stable.)

[nocternalrandomness]

An R44 buzzing around at the Hanger 24 Airfest

The R44 has been the world's best-selling general aviation helicopter every year since 1999. It is one of the most-produced GA aircraft of the 21st century, with 5,941 deliveries from 2001 to 2020. It was first flown on 31 March 1990 and received FAA certification in December 1992, with the first delivery in February 1993.

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

Sanctuary | Part 2

Plot: After finding strange unidentified tracks in the dinosaur sanctuary, everyone is put on high alert. The next day, something else is discovered on surveillance cameras and the sanctuary goes into lockdown.

Pairing: Zach Mitchell (Nick Robinson) x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist and Requests/Prompts

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You were woken up earlier than usual by a distressing phone call that left you rushing to get ready. You pulled on your jeans and a tank top and ran down to the surveillance room.

“What is it, what’s going on?” You asked in a panic as you saw Owen, Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, and Claire look at you with confused expressions.

“Look” one of the members of the surveillance team said, gesturing to his screen.

Live footage showed the nesting site you had surveyed yesterday. At least a dozen triceratops lay dead near their nests, which were now filled with crushed eggs.

“How did this happen?” You asked, trying not break down at the sight of a decimated nesting site that had on Ed housed peaceful creatures.

“That’s the worst part…this footage was recorded last night, be warned, it’s…..brutal”

You were showed a minute long clip of something tearing through the nesting site, killing everything in its path.

“What the hell is that?” You asked terrified.

“We’re not able to identify it, it doesn’t match any known species of carnivore from any period” Dr. Grant said.

“How did it get here? Who put it here?”

“We don’t know who, but we know how” the surveillance tech said before showing you another clip from Tower 8.

It was blurry and from a distance, but you could make out a helicopter lowering a sedated dinosaur into the valley on a stretcher. Though it was the dead of night, you could still make out the features of the creature, it was practically identical to the one seen in the footage from later in the night.

“The alarms never went off, why didn’t the alarms sound?”

“Security personnel at tower 8 found cut wires when they arrived this morning. Someone intentionally cut off power to that particular sector to let that thing loose” Owen said crossing his arms. “Fortunately cams at tower 8 didn’t lose power and caught everything from a distance”

“How did they get in? The facility is off limits to visitors, unless they’ve been invited and you’re required to badge in upon entrance”

“It’s possible it could be an inside job” Owen said, only making you feel more uncomfortable about the situation.

“What do we do now?” You asked.

“We’re putting the facility on lockdown, bringing in all living assets. They’ll be safer in emergency containment than they will be in the valley” Claire mentioned. “All staff will also be required to shelter in place, security checks will be done on everyone.”

You nodded. You didn’t know everyone who worked at the sanctuary, just the ones you worked with directly. There were plenty of scientists, researchers, security, and interns that you didn’t know. The idea that anyone working at the facility would endanger the creatures living here was scary. This place was protected by law.

A few moments later you escorted to the lobby, waiting to be called upon by the head of security for your security check. All dorms, lockers, offices, and computers were being searched for evidence. You weren’t allowed to be around while they searched your belongings. After about an hour you were called by security.

“Good morning Dr. {y/l/n}. Your living quarters and office have been searched and you have been cleared. You are free to return to your normal work duties”

“Thank you” you said. You hung up the phone and walked out to the lookout tower.

You looked down at an empty valley. Where there were once dozens of prehistoric roaming about, there was now nothing. Nothing except a rogue creature of unknown origin. The thought terrified you, yet again.

Suddenly you heard an announcement over the intercom of the facility.

“All staff, please report to the atrium for a mandatory meeting. I repeat, all staff, please report to the atrium for a mandatory meeting, thank you.”

You rushed down to atrium where everyone seemed to be standing around. The room was crowded, but silent, eerily silent. You stood beside Zach, who looked at you concerned before the head of security and Claire came out.

“Everyone, we have news. After searching the entire facility, doing background checks on all staff, and checking all offices and living quarters, we have concluded that everyone here has been cleared.” Claire said “However, weren’t not exactly in the clear” she looked over at the head of security.

“We did find the badge of a staff member discarded at gate 12, however, this employee had reported his badge as missing or stolen early this morning before he left to perform his daily duties. Mr. Conrad assumed that he had just dropped his badge somewhere at the facility, as he resides here year round and never left the facility yesterday. Upon retracing his steps the badge could not be located by either himself or security” the head of security stated “However, we did have a group of grad students from the local university visiting yesterday. We keep an extensive log of all visitors to the facility, so all students are being called in for questioning by the CIA”

“Thank you sir” Claire said quietly “Until we know more about the situation, the valley is off limits to all staff, unless given special permissions. You are free to take the remainder of the day off, but please do not leave the facility. Any questions?”

When nobody spoke up she nodded.

“Okay, meeting dismissed, everyone please stay safe”

You looked at Zach and sighed. He rubbed your shoulder gently “you okay?” He asked

“No” you said. You didn’t really need to say anything more, he knew you weren’t doing well.

“Come on, let’s go get some lunch and talk” he said putting his arm around your shoulders and walking with you to his living quarters. When you got like this he knew you didn’t want to be around a lot of people.

He unlocked the door with his key code to the living area he shared with his brother. You’d visited them several times so you made yourself comfortable at the table.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked smiling.

“Anything, I’m not picky” you said looking out the window.

“Pizza?” He asked, knowing it was one of your comfort foods.

You smiled softly “you always know how to cheer me up”

He smiled at you and pre-heated the oven, taking a frozen pizza out of the freezer.

You watched as he prepared lunch, subconsciously wondering if this is what it’d be like to date him. Cute lunch dates away from the crowds of people, him always cooking for you cause you sucked at it, and just him genuinely always making sure you were alright.

You were cut off your train of thought when you heard his voice again.

“What are you thinking about?”

You blushed “nothing, just…stuff”

“Keeping secrets?” He asked chuckling

You couldn’t help but smile “maybe”

Now was not a good time to be discussing your feelings for him. Honestly, there would never be a good time. He was your best friend and your boss’ nephew. He probably didn’t even like you that way, plus you were so wrong for him. You weren’t even his type, or at least you didn’t think you were, you didn’t really know what his type was but you knew it most likely wasn’t someone like you.

The two of you had lunch and were just about to sit down to watch a movie when you got a call.

“Hello?….yeah?…..what?….okay, I’m coming down now” you said

“It’s back” you said “and it’s close…”

Zach nodded “I’m coming with you”

The two of you got up and rushed down to the surveillance room where they had live feed on the large monitor of the creature in question prowling far too close to the live asset emergency containment.

You got a close look at it. It was big. Bigger than a Vilocaraptor, but smaller than the larger carnivores, like the T-Rex or Giganotosaurus. It was somewhere in between. It had huge claws on both its feet and appendages, an elongated neck, and razor sharp teeth.

You assumed with definitely an engineered hybrid, but who made it and why was a mystery, at least for now.

“What do we do? What if it gets in?” You asked

“Security is already out there monitoring the site from a distance, they’re heavily armed, ready to tranq if necessary” Claire mentioned.

“Non lethals?!” You asked “are you crazy Claire?!”

“Listen kid, I know it’s not ideal, but we can’t risk anything” Owen spoke up “if they miss and kill one of our animals, even they’ll be in deep shit”

You sighed. Killing, trafficking, and breeding dinosaurs was illegal. Even in a situation such as this, killing even an illegally engineered hybrid could cost someone their job and a heavy fine. Accident killing an animal that was a resident at the sanctuary could land them in federal prison.

You watched the screen, your hand shaking, as the creature prowled around the gates of the sanctuaries emergency containment.

“It’s hunting….it smells them” you said quietly.

“The other animals? Or the people?” One of the surveillance staff asked.

“Both” you and Zach said at the same time.

You just looked at each other than back to the screen. Your heart was racing. Within seconds you noticed the snipers on the roof lift their weapons and shoot the creature with their tranquilizers. At least 20 shots could be heard, but the creature never went down, despite having been shot with enough tranqs to paralyze 3 Giganotosaurus’, the largest known terrestrial carnivore ever to roam Earth.

You panicked watching as the creature reared its head, letting out the most spine chilling sound you’d ever heard. It tore through the gate, ripping apart the guard tower, before retreating back into the wooded area after being shot several more times by the surviving security personnel.

“We need an emergency rescue by emergency containment, I repeat emergency rescue by emergency containment” one of the surveillance staff reported over the radios and intercom system.

“I have to go” Zach said

“I’m coming with you” you blurted out

“Like hell you are {y/n}, you need to stay here” he said

“I’m coming with you Zach” you said sternly

He sighed and instead of arguing, grabbed your wrist, dragging you down the hall to grab supplies. He fitted you into a vest and handed you something.

“I can’t use a gun!” You said frantically

“It’s not a gun, it’s a taser, the powerful ones we use to deter carnivores” he said “if I felt comfortable handing you a real weapon I would have”

You nodded and followed him out to the armor vehicles. You saw a glimpse of Claire and Owen watching you from the doorway.

“I’ll be okay” you said, trying to reassure them. They were practically like your secondary parents at this point.

You got into the vehicle next to Zach as they prepared to leave. Once in the road to the location, Zach looked at you.

“You stay by me at all times, got it?” He said

You nodded.

“Don’t make me regret this…” he said as you arrived.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Your heart raced as you exited the vehicle. No turning back now.

* * * * *

To be continued…

[light-everything-in-pink]

hmm

how about harley aka helly

ASDIB!Helly/Harley Robinson headcanons! (TW: bullying)

(and also, ASDIBAU refers to the AU as a whole, and ASDIB refers to the in-universe show)

•A rare case of my AU Helly NOT having—to some extent—an ability to see things he shouldn't like the 4th wall. Works for me as it would make the narrative shenanigans of ASDIB even worse and more of a headache if he did (it already was one with Modfall, as the Narrator there is his own character). Also a rare case of a straight Helly, although his general awkwardness over his one-sided flirt schemes (one-sided as in he doesn't take reciprocation well) and gender expression shows.

•I forgot to mention this but Mr. Robinson is in his late-30s at the 'main' events of ASDIBAU, while Harley is in his early teens. That means he lost his parents way too early in his life 🥲 (not the worst Helly backstory tho. The MD one had [REDACTED] his parents).

And said loss happened at the same time Robinson got the Trauma™.

But due to the connected and misfortunate series of events, Harley and Robinson got along like bread and butter, although not as stable without them.

•Local helicopter enthusiasist and loves the feeling of the wind going against his body! He's a natural adventurer and gets himself into trouble (nature or social). However, he is not yet used to patching himself up because he was used with his late parents doing it for little young him.

•His favorite cereal is Fruit Loops while he surprisingly likes a little bit of matcha. The matcha part comes from when his late mother lets him have a taste of "adult ice cream".

•Regular customer of the local toy store, always getting things from it and either tries to tinker with the toys he bought or just play with it as it is. Also the local sunshine boy and the light in Robinson's life (note the fact that Robinson is just Poli + Unsolved Depression, and it will get worse), making modified vehicles that can play songs.

•Doesn't go to school anymore because he is the one bullies always pick on. From his wardrobe choices, hair length, and even just his general personality, Harley ended up feeling despised amongst his peers, and is going thru an oddly optimistic 'emo' phase that goes "no one understands me and if they do meet me near the trees! :)"

In short, he has Trust Issues™, something surprisingly many Hellys lack.

•He doesn't like Narrator at first, especially as the later came off as controlling to his trapped uncle. But whenever he is both resting from collecting things around the attic and at the same time the tapes have its intermissions (which is night for Broomstown as the show takes place at daytime), Harley started to 'talk' (via poor Morse) to Narrator. Getting under the latter's persona was surprisingly an achievement, and due to the things Harley finds in the attic and what Narrator tells him about himself, Harley is a bit aware that:

Narrator lost someone thru unfair fates and tragedies, using the semi-digital microworld of ASDIB as an escape, the only thing he knew of the real world,

And...there is certainly a connection between his late mother's letters, Robinson's nightmares, and the way Narrator presents his semihuman form to Robinson.

"Were you just a living program, Narrator?"

"Of course, my little lily. I'm...part of a set of experiments my company did where instead of hiring a voice actor...they made me alive instead."

"That was oddly specific. But why are you so open about this, 'Narra—'"

". …- . -. / .. / …. .- …- . / -. --- / ..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. --. / -.-. .-.. ..- . / .-- …. .- - / .- -- / .. -.-.-- / … - --- .--. / .- … -.- .. -. --. -.-.--"

"😐 Alright..."

Harley sat down the creaking attic floorboard as he puts together a picture frame of the main voice cast of this old cartoon, and his eyebrows narrowed at the cast, especially with the crack line conveniently going between to men: likely the real voice actor for Poli, and another, unknown person.

Well, it's 'unknown' in the sense that this man doesn't seemed to be credited in any credits, but it made the brunette curious regarding that one redacted area in the credits where any sorts of a VA for the Narrator stood.

What's worse is that this...man...

Resembles his semi human form.

Meanwhile, another person deep inside Broomstown lifted up her pen. This might be too early for her to invoke him to be more open to not just the kid of the man he trapped inside, but if she is too slow with this...

Nobody will win this game.

Nobody will be saved, physically or emotionally.

The story must go on, even if it repeats over and over.

And over

And over

And over

And over.

()Will you sing in grief for a lost soul whom you loved and was unable to express such intricate emotions to, even after death?

I don't think so, at least I can't. I would rather wish this world to end already. I'm too tired, I'm too tired. I just want it to end already. I'm too tired seeing this echo of a show struggling to exist. Why can't I euthanize it with words of farewell and ending the end? Is there really a planned end for this show? Have I been running around in circles?

Am I a fool for thinking that my suffering is undeserving? I didn't want to be in this role, I never wanted to. But the power of actions overpower the power of words, and something is wrong about each and every action he takes, we take, everyone takes.

If only I let go all those years ago, then I wouldn't have to bear seeing the echo if his face again...but a part of me longed to be with him again...

One way or another.

And I won't let her get in the way again.

Maybe the boy in green has a point: I was running around in circles. But what I did has no reversal; it never have in the first place. I don't even understood what it was that I can do, and to think I have it all is quite pathetic of myself.

All I did was ending up making psyches rot inside this glitched little show!

So...

Can I sing a song of grief, for my love that have no one to feel?

No; I do not deserve affection.

I never did.()

<>Please...let go of me.<>

[lilithism1848]

Atrocities US committed against NATIVE AMERICANS

In 2016, the US army corp of engineers approved a Energy Transfer Partners’ proposal to build an oil pipeline near the Standing Rock Indian Reservation, sparking the Dakota Access Pipeline Protests, evoking a brutal response from North Dakota police aided by the National Guard, private security firms, and other law enforcement agencies from surrounding states. The Standing Rock Sioux tribe believes that the pipeline would put the Missouri River, the water source for the reservation, at risk, pointing out two recent spills, a 2010 pipeline spill into the Kalamazoo River in Michigan, which cost over billion to clean up with significant contamination remaining, and a 2015 Bakken crude oil spill into the Yellowstone River in Montana. Police repression has included dogs attacking protesters, spraying water cannons on protesters in sub-freezing temperatures, >700 arrests of Native Americans and ~200 injuries, a highly militarized police force using armored personnel carriers, concussion grenades, mace, Tasers, batons, rubber bullets, and tear gas. In November 2017, the keystone XL pipeline burst, spilling 210,000 gallons of oil in Amherst, South Dakota. 

In 1975, FBI agents attacked AIM activists on the Pine Ridge Reservation, in the ‘Pine Ridge Shootout’. Two FBI agents, and an AIM activist were killed. In two separate trials, the U.S. prosecuted participants in the firefight for the deaths of the agents. AIM members Robert Robideau and Dino Butler were acquitted after asserting that they had acted in self–defense. Leonard Peltier was extradited from Canada and tried separately because of the delay. He was convicted on two counts of first–degree murder for the deaths of the FBI agents and sentenced to two consecutive terms of life in prison, after a trial which is still contentious. He remains in prison.

In 1973, 200 Oglala Lakota and AIM activists occupied the town of Wounded Knee, South Dakota, on the Pine Ridge Reservation, called the Wounded knee incident. They were protesting the reservation’s corrupt US-backed tribal chairman, Dick Wilson, who controlled a private militia, called Guardians of the Oglala Nation (GOONs), funded by the government. FBI, US marshals, and other law enforcement cordoned off the area and attacked the activists with armored vehicles, automatic rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers, and gas shells, resulting in two killed and 13 wounded. Ray Robinson, a civil rights activist who joined the protesters, disappeared during the events and is believed to have been murdered. As food supplies became short, three planes dropped 1,200 pounds of food, but as people scrambled to gather it up, a government helicopter appeared overhead and fired down on them while groundfire came from all sides. After the siege ended in a truce, 120 occupiers were arrested. Wilson stayed in office and in 1974 was re-elected amid charges of intimidation, voter fraud, and other abuses. The rate of violence climbed on the reservation as conflict opened between political factions in the following three years; residents accused Wilson’s private militia of much of it. 

In Nov. 1969, a group of 89 Native Americans occupied Alcatraz Island for 15 months, to gauge the US’s commitment to the Treaty of Fort Laramie (1868), which stated that all abandoned federal land must be returned to native people. Eventually the government cut off all electrical power and all telephone service to the island. In June, a fire of disputed origin destroyed numerous buildings on the island. Left without power, fresh water, and in the face of diminishing public support and sympathy, the number of occupiers began to dwindle. On June 11, 1971, a large force of government officers removed the remaining 15 people from the island.

From its creation in 1968, The American Indian Movement (AIM) has been a target of repression from law enforcement agencies, and surveillance as one of the FBI’s COINTELPRO targets. This includes the wounded knee incident and the pine ridge shootout. 

In 1942 the federal government took privately held Pine Ridge Indian Reservation land owned by tribal members in order to establish the Badlands Bombing Range of 341,725 acres, evicting 125 families. Among the families evicted was that of Pat Cuny, an Oglala Sioux. He fought in World War II in the Battle of the Bulge after surviving torpedoing of his transport in the English Channel. Dewey Beard, a Miniconjou Sioux survivor of the Wounded Knee Massacre, who supported himself by raising horses on his 908-acre allotment received in 1907 was also evicted. The small federal payments were insufficient to enable such persons to buy new properties. In 1955 the 97-year-old Beard testified of earlier mistreatment at Congressional hearings about this project. He said, for “fifty years I have been kicked around. Today there is a hard winter coming. …I might starve to death.”

In 1890, US soldiers killed 150-300 people (including 65 women and 24 children) at Wounded Knee (19-26 people, including two women and eleven children.) on the Lakota Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in the U.S. state of South Dakota. Twenty-five soldiers also died, and 39 were wounded (6 of the wounded later died). At least twenty soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor. The event was driven by local racism towards the practice of Ghost Dancing, which whites found distasteful, and the Native Americans arming up in response to repeated broken treaties, stolen land, and their bison-herds being hunted to near extinction by the whites.

In 1887, the Dawes Act, and Curtis Act, resulted in the loss of 90 million acres of native-alloted land, and the abolition of many native governments. During the ensuing decades, the Five Civilized Tribes lost 90 million acres of former communal lands, which were sold to non-Natives. In addition, many individuals, unfamiliar with land ownership, became the target of speculators and criminals, were stuck with allotments that were too small for profitable farming, and lost their household lands. Tribe members also suffered from the breakdown of the social structure of the tribes.

Starting in the 1870s, The US army, aided by settlers and private hunters, began a widespread policy of slaughtering bufallo and bison, in order to destroy many tribe’s primary food source, and to starve Native Americans into submission. By 1900, they succeeded; the bufallo population dropped from more than 30 million, to a few hundred. The country’s highest generals, politicians, and presidents including Ulysses S. Grant, saw the destruction of buffalo as solution to the country’s “Indian Problem.” By destroying the food supply of the plains natives, they could more easily move them onto reservations.

Starting in 1830-50, The Trail of Tears was a series of forced removals of Native American nations, including Chickasaw, Choctaw, Creek, Seminole, Cherokee people and the African freedmen and slaves who lived among them, from their ancestral homelands in the Southeastern United States to an area west of the Mississippi River that had been designated as Native Territory. The forced relocations were carried out by various government authorities following the passage of the Indian Removal Act in 1830. “Marshaled by guards, hustled by agents, harried by contractors,they were being herded on the way to an unknown and unwelcome destination like a flock of sick sheep.” They went on ox wagons, on horses, on foot, then to be ferried across the MississippiRiver. The army was supposed to organize their trek, but it turned over its job to private contractors who charged the government as much as possible, gave the Indians as little as possible. The Cherokee removal in 1838 (the last forced removal east of the Mississippi) was brought on by the discovery of gold near Dahlonega, Georgia in 1828, resulting in the Georgia Gold Rush. Approximately 2,000-6,000 of the 16,543 relocated Cherokee perished along the way.

In 1848, the California Genocide is a term used to describe the drastic decrease in Native American population in California. The population decreased from ~300,000 in 1769, to 16,000 in 1900. 

The Second Seminole War, also known as the Florida War, was a conflict from 1835 to 1842 in Florida between various groups of Native Americans collectively known as Seminoles and the United States, part of a series of conflicts called the Seminole Wars. The Second Seminole War, often referred to as the Seminole War, is regarded as “the longest and most costly of the Indian conflicts of the United States.” ~3000 seminoles were killed, and 4000 were deported to Indian territory elsewhere. 

In 1832, the Black Hawk War, was a brief 1832 conflict between the United States and Native Americans led by Black Hawk, a Sauk leader, in Illinois. The war gave impetus to the US policy of Indian removal, in which Native American tribes were pressured to sell their lands and move west of the Mississippi River and stay there. Over 500 Native Americans were killed in the conflict.

In 1832, the Chickasaw Indians were forced by the US to sell their country in 1832 and move to Indian Territory (Oklahoma) during the era of Indian Removal in the 1830s.

In 1813, the Creek War, was a war between the US, lead by the then notorious indian-hunter Andrew Jackson, and the Creek nation, residing primarily in Alabama. Over 1,500 creeks were killed. The war effectively ended with the Treaty of Fort Jackson, where General Andrew Jackson insisted that the Creek confederacy cede more than 21 million acres of land from southern Georgia and central Alabama. These lands were taken from allied Creek as well as Red Sticks. In 1814, Andrew Jackson became famous for his role in the Battle of Horseshoe Bend, where his side killed more than 800 Creeks. Under Jackson, and the man he chose to succeed him, Martin Van Buren, 70,000 Indians east of the Mississippi were forced westward.

The Red Sticks, a faction of Muscogee Creek people in the American Southeast, led a resistance movement against European-American encroachment and assimilation; tensions culminated in the outbreak of the Creek War in 1813.

From 1785-96, the Northwest Indian War was a war between the US and a confederation of numerous Native American tribes, with support from the British, for control of the Northwest Territory. President George Washington directed the United States Army to enforce U.S. sovereignty over the territory. Over 1,000 Native Americans were killed in the bloody conflict.

In the 1800s, Indian removal was a policy of the United States government whereby Native Americans were forcibly removed from their ancestral homelands in the eastern United States to lands west of the Mississippi River, thereafter known as Indian Territory. That policy has been characterized by some scholars as part of a long-term genocide of Native Americans. 

The Texan-Indian Wars were a series of 19th-century conflicts between settlers in Texas and the Southern Plains Indians. Its hard to approximate the number of deaths from the conflicts, but the Indian population in Texas decreased from 20,000 to 8,000 by 1875.

The Indian Wars is a name given to the collection of over 40 conflicts and wars between Native Americans and US settlers. The US census bureau reports that they have cost the lives of about 19,000 white men, women and children, including those killed in individual combats, and the lives of about 30,000 Indians. The actual number of killed and wounded Indians must be very much higher than the number given… Fifty percent additional would be a safe estimate.

From 1500-1900s, European and later US colonists and authorities displaced and committed genocide on the Native American Population. Ward Churchill characterizes the reduction of the North American Indian population from an estimated 12 million in 1500 to barely 237,000 in 1900 as a “vast genocide.. the most sustained on record.