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112. Missing Identity

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Rei could barely keep her eyes open as she sat before a bookish clerk in the Konoha Social Affairs and Labor Office. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, pinching her inner elbow, chewing the inside of her cheek. Anything to keep herself from passing out. Kakashi reached over and took her hand in his, smiled politely, covering for her.

“And that just about sums it up!” the clerk, whose nametag read Gurio, grinned. Before him was a stack of papers nearly a foot tall. Rei swooned at the mere thought of reviewing them. Konoha never did make marriage licenses easy to get. No wonder so many ninja preferred to stay single. Gurio slid the papers across his desk towards them, adding, “I’ll just need you to fill these out and return them here by 5pm on Friday, and make sure you bring all the necessary forms of identification, as well.”

This man—who was, by the way, the absolute most basic looking human being Rei had ever seen—seemed far too chipper for something as mundane as paperwork. Rei wondered if that’s what happens when you’re trapped in an office all day, or maybe he was brainwashed or did meth before his shifts. There was no way he was naturally that upbeat and polite. Despite his grin, in his eyes, she could tell that he was dead inside.

Toshio licked at Rei’s fingers as she skimmed the paperwork that night at the kitchen table. He lapped up the chalky, cheesy residue left behind from her chips and for a moment, Rei was jealous that his biggest concern was when he would get table food next. The paperwork was daunting and the print was so tiny. She squinted at the next paragraph and shook her head. “Kakashi, why is any of this important?” she asked. “It all feels so specific and invasive. Next thing we know, they’ll be wanting to know the last time I took a shit.”

Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, when was it?” he asked jokingly. He, too, found all of this grueling but he did not complain. He knew this was necessary. If they were to be legally married, they would have to traverse the slog.

Shaking her head, Rei turned back to the paperwork and replied bluntly, “Thursday.”

Kakashi winced before grabbing a granola bar from the pantry and sliding it across the table toward her. “You need more fiber.”

“Ha, very funny” Rei replied, shoving the granola bar to the wayside. She wiped the remaining seasoning residue on her pants (a mistake, she quickly found, since she was wearing black) before turning the page over and groaning at even more fine print.

“We don’t have to get all of this done today, you know” Kakashi assured her. “So long as we turn these back in by the end of the week, we should be fine.”

Whining, Rei stamped her feet against the floor like a child and threw her head back. “I know, but I don’t want to put this off!” she complained. “If we don’t do this now, then I won’t be able to stop thinking about it for the rest of the week. I can’t handle that kind of distraction. It’s bad enough you got Tsunade to get me off night shift, so now I have to work extra hard to prove I’m not a wimp.”

“Because I value your health?” Kakashi asked. “There’s nothing wimpy about that.”

“To you, maybe” Rei replied. “But assigning me to the night shift felt like a step up, even if it was a pain in the ass. I need to prove to her that I’m still a good enough ninja even without that. So I can’t have all of this stuck in my head while I try to work.”

Kakashi hated the way she pushed herself to the edge like this but then again, that was how she got to this point in the first place. She never would’ve become an ANBU if she had not tested her limits. Sighing, Kakashi reached across the table to take her hand in his. “Well then let’s quit talking and focus” he suggested. Pursing her lips, Rei gave a definitive nod and powered through.

They did not finish until late into the night, the streetlights flickering outside their window. The only sounds orchestrating their victory were the springtime cicadas and Toshio’s garbled snoring. Rei slumped down into her seat until she had nearly slithered onto the floor, pressing the heels of her hands into her eye sockets. “It’s finally finished” she groaned. “We can fucking relax.”

Kakashi nodded, stretching his arms out in front of him. As he rolled the tension out of his neck, he replied, “All we need now is to get all of our identification in order and we should be good to go.”

“What all does it call for?” Rei asked.

Picking up the first page of their paperwork, Kakashi skimmed the instructional paragraph before landing on the list. “Birth certificate, passport, general ID card, and ninja registration card” he explained.

“Well, who the hell hangs onto all of that?” Rei snarked.

Before she could say anything else, Kakashi had reached into the cabinet on the lowest level of their bookshelf and pulled out a pristine file folder, flipping it open to display each of the listed documents in perfect order. “I guess I do” he laughed sheepishly. Displeased, Rei reached across the table to whack him on the arm.

“Okay, Mister Perfect. That’s just great” she muttered. She rose to her feet, paced the living room briefly as her panic surged. Her parents likely still had her birth certificate, her passport was with her ninja supplies, and last she checked her general ID card was in her nightstand. Her ninja registration card, however, was another story entirely.

Within the Five Great Nations, the ninja registration card was perhaps the most important identifying document for any shinobi. It served as a badge of sorts, an unforgeable way to prove your station. The village’s emblem was vague on the background with a set of numbers scrawled along the bottom much like a social security number. Anything and everything tied to one’s career is attached to this number, which desperately must be protected. Also provided is the shinobi’s birthdate, their ranking, the date they graduated the academy and therefore became a true ninja, and the date upon which their current registration expires. Fortunately, the registration card is valid for a total of five years before one must once again visit the cold, unforgiving registrar’s office for a renewal. For ANBU specifically, there was a special holographic sticker in the top right corner indicating that this shinobi is particularly deadly: a federal agent. Shinobi are only granted a total of two replacements outside of the renewals and promotional updates.

When Rei tried to remember where, exactly, her registration card was, all she could manage were hazy visions. At one point, they were in her pants pocket. At another, in her locker. And yet she could’ve sworn the last place she had it must have been her back pouch. She dug around to double check but it was no use. Rei had a massive problem.

“I’m sure it’s around here somewhere” Kakashi assured her, approaching to wrap an arm around her. “There are really only so many places it could be.”

“Are there, Kakashi?” Rei asked, skeptical. “Are there really? Because for all I know, I could’ve dropped it in the middle of a foreign country and some cheap thug somewhere could be masquerading as me. You don’t know.” With each word, her voice rose in pitch until she was borderline hysterical. Kakashi rested his hands on her shoulders, drew her into his chest, in an attempt to calm her down.

“I’m sure that’s not the case” Kakashi replied. “I doubt there’s anyone short enough to try and impersonate you anyway.”

Disgruntled, Rei drew back and swatted him on the arm yet again. “That’s not funny, Kakashi.”

Kakashi chuckled, rubbing his victim arm. “Hey, since when did I become your favorite punching bag?” he jested.

Turning on her heels, Rei collapsed on the couch and draped an arm over her eyes. None of this was funny. She needed to find her registration card and fast. This was about far more than just the marriage license now. One wrong move and she could be in major trouble. She wasn’t due for a renewal for another two years and she had already used up both of her replacement opportunties. She could not stand to face Tsunade asking for a forgiving third. Toshio lumbered toward her and rested his heavy head squarely on her stomach, huffing as if he, too, understood her plight. She knew there was no way he ever could but she at least appreciated the sentiment.

“Come on” Kakashi sighed, extending a hand out to help her up.

“Where are we going?” Rei asked. For a moment, she expected him to take her all over Konoha looking for it right this instant. She knew, however, that that was unrealistic.

“It’s late, we’re tired, and I think we’ve done enough for today” Kakashi replied. Once she was upright, he skirted around her to place his hands on her shoulders from behind. “Let’s just call it a night and worry about it in the morning” he added, guiding her to bed. “Sleep deprivation never did anyone any favors.”

Huffing, Rei rolled her eyes and muttered, “I don’t know about you but it’s done me plenty.” She knew that protesting was futile, though. And really, she truly was absolutely exhausted. She fell back onto the bed in defeat, curling up in the blankets as she scooted against Kakashi. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Together, they fell asleep quickly and easily.

Come morning, Rei was groggy and sore. Her head felt heavy and her throat dry. She shuffled into the kitchen only to stub her toe on the corner of the coffee table. Toshio barked at her from the bedroom doorway, waking Kakashi in the process. He cocked a brow as he saw her hold her foot and hop towards the kitchen table, avoiding whatever clutter was on the floor. “You okay?” he asked, stifling laughter.

Rei glared at him, nursing her sore toe. “No, Kakashi. I am not okay” she replied bluntly.

“Still stressed about last night?” he then asked, skirting around the mess to sit beside her.

“Of course I’m still stressed about last night!” Rei exclaimed. Burying her face in her hands, she groaned and shook her head. “We’re running out of time. I can’t sit here and waste another second.”

Kakashi scanned the living room, the piles of paperwork stacked on the coffee table and miscellaneous clutter on the floor. Dirty socks, a plastic bag, napkins from the other night’s takeout. It was really no wonder they couldn’t find anything. A small smile touched Kakashi’s lips as he turned back to his fiancée. “What do you say we just not worry about it today?” he asked.

“W-what? Kakashi, no!” she shouted, eyes wide with anxiety. How could he possibly suggest such a thing? Time was of the essence. She would not be able to relax until she got this taken care of.

Kakashi, however, seemed completely unaffected. “Come on, just trust me” he grinned and there was a sparkle in his eye that made Rei skeptical. She knew that look. That was the look of a man who was up to something.

“What are you plotting?” Rei asked suspiciously, leaning back with a cocked brow.

“Me, plotting?” Kakashi rebuked. He swatted at the air, feigned ridiculousness. “I just don’t think we’ll get anywhere if we stress out about this. A watched pot never boils, right?”

Rei frowned and slumped in her seat. “It does if you wait long enough” she muttered under her breath. But Kakashi had made up his mind. He rose to his feet and began rummaging around in the kitchen. “So what do you suggest we do all day then?” Rei asked, peering to get a better view of him. With his back to her, he shuffled through drawers before migrating to the corner of the room. Tucked beside their pantry stood a broom, a mop and a bucket, a duster, and a half-empty bottle of all-purpose cleaning spray.

“Well, we are well into April now” Kakashi started, tossing Rei the broom. She fumbled but caught it, utterly confused. “And the house is in pretty bad shape, so I think it’s safe to say that some spring cleaning is in order.”

“Spring cleaning…” Rei repeated, unconvinced. There was no way anyone, even Kakashi of the Sharingan, could convince her to feel motivated to clean. Of all the chores of domesticity, cleaning was the one Rei despised the most. She could handle washing laundry, perhaps even folding it, and while she wasn’t a chef by any means, cooking was tolerable enough. Cleaning, however? Absolutely not. Rolling her eyes, Rei fell back in her seat and stabbed the butt-end of the broom to her chest dramatically, her tongue falling out of the side of her mouth.

Kakashi sighed and shook his head. “I know there are a million other things you would rather do, but we can’t avoid this any longer” he replied.

“I mean, I think we’re fine” Rei lied. “The house isn’t that bad.” As she said this, however, Toshio lodged his snout underneath the couch desperately. He resurfaced a moment later smacking on the remnants of a stale chip. Rei turned back to Kakashi with a sheepish smile, but he seemed completely unamused. When it was clear he was not backing down, Rei’s face dropped. “Alright, fine, we’ll clean!” she exclaimed, raising her hands in surrender.

Smiling, Kakashi approached with a duster in one hand and a small trash can in the other. “You know, not to bite the bullet but for all you know, this might even be fun” he jested.

“Fun?” Rei repeated. Kill me. Kill me now. The only thing worse than cleaning was pretending it was enjoyable in any capacity. Kneeling onto the living room floor, Rei began picking up miscellaneous garbage. “I find it hard to believe that you can make cleaning fun” she scoffed.

“I wouldn’t speak too soon” Kakashi replied. Before Rei could say anything else, Kakashi flicked on the stereo and an upbeat tune immediately filled the room. Rei’s head snapped up, searching Kakashi’s face for any sign of mental instability. Not only was she not expecting him to play music to begin with, but his choice of music alone was startling. She never expected him to be into something so…dorky.

She watched with wide, confused eyes as Kakashi turned his back to her and began dusting the bookshelves. He swiped left and right in time with the beat, then began shaking his hips as well. Rei could barely restrain her laughter. “You’re ridiculous!” she exclaimed over the music, throwing a balled up napkin at his back. Kakashi whipped around to face her, spinning the feather duster around in his hand to hold it fluffy side up and began mouthing the lyrics into it like a microphone. “Who knew I was marrying such a dork?!” Rei laughed.

Kakashi shrugged before pulling her to her feet. He took her hands in his and forced her into dancing with him. He pulled her hands in and out, back and forth, a simple little two-step. Her face turned bright red as he leaned in close and jested, “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“Oh, shut up” Rei laughed, averting her eyes and slapping him playfully on the shoulder. He released her to continue his dusting, but he refused to sacrifice his rhythm. Laughing, she shook her head as she approached the broom propped up against the wall to sweep the crumbs off the floor. As she did so, however, she hated to admit that she felt the allure of the music seeping into her bones, too. Try as she might, she could not resist. Her hips began to sway back and forth as she swept, her voice quietly singing along. A massive grin touched Kakashi’s lips as he glanced at her over his shoulder. Everything was going exactly as planned.

Just as the song reached it’s climax, he gave the shelves one last swipe before whipping around to take Rei’s hand. She leapt over a small pile of clutter and spun into him, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her and swayed along with her, planting little kisses along her neck and shoulder. “You know, I had no idea you were such a dancer” Rei commented.

“Mm, yeah?” Kakashi smiled. “It’s my best kept secret.”

“Maybe Chikara should’ve recruited you for the Tomiko Trio then” Rei joked. “I bet you’d look cute in that little kimono.”

Kakashi shook his head. “Absolutely not” he replied. “This is just for you.”

“What a shame” Rei pouted mockingly. “If only the rest of the world knew that the infamous Copy Ninja shakes his ass while he mopped!”

“And that is exactly why it’s a secret” he said matter-of-factly.

Before Rei could offer a quip back, the current song faded out to make way for a new tune. With just the first few bars, Rei’s face filled with recognition and a small smile touched her lips. “I love this song” she said quietly, almost shyly. It was certainly not the type of music she usually listened to, which took Kakashi by surprise. He had never expected her to enjoy anything that didn’t involve sleazy guitar riffs and inhuman screaming. And yet now here she was smiling softly as she bobbed her head and swayed her hips. As the song progressed, she slowly became more comfortable with enjoying herself fully in front of him until, by the moment the bass dropped in the chorus, she whipped around toward him to shout the lyrics into the butt-end of her broom. It was clear she was still embarrassed and yet in that moment, she no longer cared. And seeing her happy made Kakashi happy. He proceeded to sing along with her, ripping on an air guitar as Rei whipped her hair back and forth with her microphone broom. Toshio jumped and spun around, barking in accompaniment. When it was clear he wanted in on the action, Rei patted her thighs as a sign for him to jump up, holding his paws at her hips and turning so as to dance in a little dog conga line around the living room.

Kakashi could hardly restrain his laughter as he turned to follow behind Toshio, the three of them singing along as they danced. As the song faded out, Toshio abruptly jumped down and stood alert before racing to the couch. His sudden departure left Rei startled, stumbling back into Kakashi’s arms. He caught her dutifully, of course, laughing as he helped her regain her balance.

“I didn’t know you got so excited about glam rock” he commented.

Rei shrugged, jesting “Best kept secret?” Although, to be fair, it was really just that one song in particular that she really enjoyed. She had never kept up with the rest of Konoha’s hair metal.

The couch shifted and squeaked as Toshio shoved his bulky body underneath as best as he could. Rei and Kakashi shared confused glances before rushing toward him to see what the trouble was. The last thing they needed was for him to get stuck and knowing Toshio, he would.

“What do you smell under there?” Rei asked, tilting her head to try and get a better view. It was no use—it was too dark to see. Kakashi tried to guide Toshio out from under the couch but the dog was determined. Any attempts at veering him off course were met with deep, threatening growls. After a few more minutes, he wiggled himself free and in his mouth was a small scrap of paper, crumpled and soaked with slobber. Rei winced as she took it between thumb and forefinger, turning it over to inspect it. It was the holographic little sticker in the corner that gave it away. “Oh my god, he found it!” Rei squealed, a smile spreading wide across her lips. She turned it toward Kakashi so he could get a better look.

“How did it even get under there?” Kakashi asked. He scratched behind Toshio’s ear in congratulations, though an accomplishment like this really deserved a treat.

“I don’t know” Rei shook her head. “It must’ve fallen out of my pocket when I sat down” she mused. “I’m just glad I actually lost it here and not in some foreign country.”

Rising to his feet, Kakashi entered the kitchen and pulled a jar of dog treats out of the pantry. Toshio darted across the room in excitement, wagging his tail and whining as Kakashi turned one over in his hand, tempting him. “Now I just hope they’ll accept it in it’s current state” he jested.

“They’re going to have to” Rei replied. “It’s the only I have.” Despite this, she knew they would likely not be appreciative of her neglect. A long shoestring of slobber dripped down from the card’s bottom corner. The name and birthdate were nearly completely faded. In the only dry corner of the card was a thick patch of cheesy residue from a bag of chips. If the card itself had not been so disgustingly important, Rei would’ve thrown it in the trash immediately. It would just have to do.

The following evening after work, Rei and Kakashi returned to the Konoha Social Affairs and Labor Office lugging along all of their completed paperwork. Gurio met them with a bright smile on his face, readily accepting their forms. “Let’s take a looksee!” he grinned, flipping through the pages.

Rei watched him with a scrutinous eye, praying that there would be no mistakes. She knew he wouldn’t be able to approve them on the spot—marriage license applications always had to go through much more thorough investigations—but the initial skim was the first crucial step. God forbid if anything was misspelled or any sections were skipped over, the applications would be deemed null and void and they would have to go through the process all over again. Rei felt her leg begin to bounce up and down as she shoved her panic deep down into her chest. “Hey, Gurio?” Rei finally asked. Her voice had risen an octave, grown shaky and desperate in her panicked agony. “Do you ever think all of this is a little, I don’t know…excessive?”

“Oh, no, not at all!” Gurio smiled, pausing his reading. “We take marriages very seriously. After all, you wouldn’t believe the types of things people try to cover up with marriages! We have to make sure you’re both official citizens, we have to run background checks to see if you’ve ever committed any acts of domestic terrorism or leaked intel to other villages, we study your entire mission history. If we ever let an illegal citizen slip past our protocol and endanger the Leaf, we would never forgive ourselves!” There was a tinge of nervousness in Gurio’s nasally laughter as he turned back to their paperwork. Rei narrowed her eyes, studying his face intensely. She wondered what kinds of things he had seen working here. Perhaps an office job was more exciting than she had initially thought. Or perhaps he just liked to ramp up his own experiences to make himself seem far more seasoned and badass than he really was.

Kakashi glanced to his fiancée for a moment before posing his own question. “By the way, do you happen to have a girlfriend, Gurio?” he asked slowly, suspiciously.

Gurio chuckled. “You know, everyone who comes in here always asks me that!” he replied. “It’s the funniest thing. I don’t know what it is that makes everyone so curious.”

Rei and Kakashi exchanged comic glances, stifling laughter. “I’m sorry, boyfriend?” Kakashi asked cautiously.

“Oh, no, no!” Gurio replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Why? Are you trying to set me up with someone?”

“No, no! Just making conversation” Kakashi smiled politely.

“Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, folks, but I am, in fact, taken!” Gurio grinned. It was clear he must have been deeply in love with this person as the joy and pride in his eyes was immeasurable.

Rei, however, could not restrain herself any longer. “Who?” she blurted, tone backed by the force of her anxiety. The moment she realized what she had done, she clapped her hand over her mouth and averted her eyes. She needed to get out of her as soon as humanly possible. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle being stuck here.

Gurio, however, seemed completely unphased by her question. If anything, he was delighted to talk about his girlfriend. “Not to toot my own horn, but she’s the most beautiful woman! Sunkissed skin, eyes like the sea. She has the softest hair, too, just like sunshine!”

“Oh my god” Rei whispered to Kakashi, voice muffled by her hand, “I had no idea people actually talked like that…”

“Shh, shh” Kakashi hushed, though he was stifling his own laughter. Gurio must have been a Makeout Paradise fan. His descriptions were straight out of a romance novel. “That’s great to hear!” he replied. “I bet you’ll be laughing when you’re the one who has to fill out all this paperwork, huh?”

“Oh, no!” Gurio replied. “I know the importance of having all of this in formation on file. I’d be more than happy to fill all of these out when my time comes! And I know my girlfriend would be, too.”

“Well, at least you share the same values” Rei murmured, nodding awkwardly. She exhaled sharply, locking her eyes on the floor and trying to focus on the nails pinching her elbow rather than her bobbing leg and heavy chest.

Gurio grinned and hummed as he finished flipping through the last of the paperwork. “It looks like everything is in order!” Gurio announced. A tight, rising sensation overcame Rei’s throat.

“So that means we can leave now, right?” Rei asked, leaping to her feet. The promise of sunlight and fresh open air was driving her to the brink of insanity.

Gurio chuckled, shook his head. “Not so fast! Don’t forget we need copies of your identification. Now that’s going to be your birth certificate, your passport, your general ID card, and your ninja registration card. I hope you remembered to bring everything!”

Kakashi pulled his little folder out of his back pouch and set it on the desk, flipping it open to display all of his paperwork in perfect order. Rei grinned sheepishly as she dug around for her own, unfolding her birth certificate across the desk as she fished out everything else. She saved the ninja registration card for last, still sticky with Toshio’s slobber. Gurio winced as he took it gingerly, thanking her under his breath.

“Let me just, uh, go make copies of these to have on file” he said, turning and taking the paperwork with him. He rounded the corner and from the other side of his desk, Rei and Kakashi could hear the loud grinding and whirring of the old, outdated copy machine. When Gurio returned, he handed back everything but Rei’s ninja registration card. Her heart leapt into her throat as she thought of all the things that could go wrong. Had it been deemed invalid? Would they have to come back and do this all over again? She didn’t think she could bear it. “Now, about this…” Gurio began, holding up the sloppy card.

“Listen, I can explain!” Rei exclaimed. “You see, what happened was—”

“Oh, no! No!” Gurio interrupted, “No explanation necessary. We’re just going to, uh…replace this for you.”

Rei cocked a brow as she watched him slide a trash can out from under his desk and throw the card straight in with the rotting apple cores and stinking cups of half-eaten yogurt. She tightened her grip on the edge of the desk, feeling her finally begin to lose her nerve. “B-but I already used up all of my replacements for this term!” she stammered.

Gurio grinned at her sheepishly, replying, “Don’t worry, ma’am, you’re a, uh…special case.” Another machine whirred and squealed from around the corner, startling Rei. Kakashi rested a comforting hand on her shoulder but even that didn’t help. What was she supposed to do without her registration card? Who was to say how long it would take to get her replacement? She never should’ve lost it in the first place. She cursed herself under her breath as she watched Gurio excuse himself and turn the corner once again.

“Hey, just try to calm down” Kakashi whispered. “It’s being taken care of. The paperwork was accepted. Everything’s fine.”

“I-I know but I just…” Rei whispered frantically. “He threw my card in the trash! What if there’s an issue? What if I can’t actually get a new one? What am I going to do without it? I just—”

“Here you go!” Gurio interrupted, having returned seemingly out of nowhere. He extended his hand across the desk, a crisp new registration card in hand. Rei took it carefully, turning it over to ensure it was real. The cardstock was still warm from the printer, the ink still damp. She titled it this way and that, studying the way the holographic sticker in the corner caught the light. It seemed legitimate enough and really, Gurio had no reason to trick her, so she ultimately assumed it was safe to accept. She thanked him quietly and then took Kakashi’s hand as they made their way back home.

“Now let’s try to keep this one in a safe spot, alright?” he smiled. Rei fanned the little card as they walked, eager for the ink to dry so she could put it away.

“Oh, no, believe me, I will not be making this mistake again” Rei assured, shaking her head. She fished her wallet out of her back pouch, sliding the little card into one of the slots and patting it before closing it up, fairly pleased.

Kakashi nodded, though he was unsure if he really believed her. He wanted to have faith that this horrible experience had taught her a lesson in organization but he also knew her well enough to know the way she was with mess. “Maybe we should invest in a filing cabinet” he mused.

“Oh yeah?” Rei asked. “We can put it on the wedding registry.”

A small smile touched Kakashi’s lips then as he interlocked his fingers with hers. “We’re one step closer” he replied. Rei looked up at him then and the love in his eyes filled her a certain special kind of warmth, radiating from the center of her chest and outward. Kakashi brushed her bangs back so as to get a better look at her face and kissed the tip of her nose through his mask. “One step closer to being husband and wife. One step closer to our future.”

Rei loved the sound of that. Our future. She pressed her left hand to her stomach, catching the glint of her engagement ring in the dusk sunlight. The thought of their future made her so giddy, exploding with an excitement stronger than she ever could’ve imagined. It would take roughly three weeks for the registrar’s office to conduct their full investigation and get back to them on the status of their application. The wait would be agonizing, but it would be worth it. After all, anything was worth it for their future.

#rei natsuki #kakashi hatake #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction

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katsitting · 7 years ago

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Hey are you in the mood to write a tomarry new years eve drabble/prompt thingy? If not it's okay tho

AN: I am not taking prompts, but I was just so enamored by this idea that I decided to write something for you. I hope you enjoy, it is definitely lighter than my typical stuff. Anon, if you would like to bookmark this, you may find it here on AO3.

Rating: M

Warnings: Frottage, Flirting, Possessive Tom, Mild Sexual Content, Humor, Slight Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern/Muggles, and Open Ending/Ambiguous Ending.

Harry was drunk.

There was no denying this fact. No way of going around it. After he’d had his second shot of tequila, Harry was seeing double. The face of the bartender had become murkier than it had already been--the faint outlines of his face, that had once been difficult to discern without his glasses, splotches of color.

A kaleidoscope that was only made worse by the pulsing lights of the bar and the low thrum of chatter in the background.

It was New Years Eve, and he didn’t know why he was there at all. Why he had decided to come to a dingy bar rather than have a couple drinks with friends and their families…

Oh right. He wasn’t anywhere near London. He wasn’t even in the same country, no less. His studies had taken him elsewhere, and he would admit that spending a lonely New Years wasn’t helping matters.

It was what forced him out of his shite apartment. It was what had him sitting at this bar, shotgunning alcohol as if the he’d die without it.

It was a pathetic existence. One that Harry was certain his friends would hound him for if they knew. But they weren’t here right now.

It was just Harry, sitting at the bar, with a bartender that refused to give him any more drinks. How the man knew that Harry was shitfaced, he couldn’t even begin to guess, but that was it. It certainly sucked that this bartender took his duties so seriously. At this rate, he’d never get as plastered as he aimed for.

He could just hit the bar next door, if anything else. He hadn’t just chosen any random bar, after all. If he was going to do this; if he was going to drink himself into a coma, then he’d do it right.

And if that meant bouncing from bar to bar, uncaring of where he went, well. That was his problem and no one else's.

He wasn’t planning on driving. He had taken an Uber from his flat to downtown. A city he still didn’t know, and probably wouldn’t until he had least lived there for more than a few months.

Harry slurred for the bartender to close his tab, and the man, now just a splotch of blonde hair and pale skin, obeyed. He faintly understood Ben--was his name even Ben?-- state his acquiescence and then Harry was standing.

The world swayed around him, but Harry managed to stand without moving along with it. The buzz of the alcohol made his head pulse, but it was a pleasant feeling. It could almost even replace the warmth of his friend’s company, of their laughter and their jokes.

Harry missed them greatly, and before he knew it, he was stumbling past the throng of people milling about the bar. He didn’t stop until cold air slapped against his cheeks, until the bitter stench of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne melted into clean air.

I wonder what he would say if he saw me now?

It was an an intrusive thought, and it cut through the dense thicket of Harry’s alcoholic stupor. He didn’t want to think of that. Not now, and possibly not ever if he had a say in the matter.

Tom Marvolo Riddle could go fuck himself. Harry was beyond him. Millions of miles away from his sardonic laughter, his sharp gaze, and twisted lips.

Riddle was in London. Harry was in America. The distance couldn’t be more readily apparent.

But the thought came unbidden. The memories of someone so irksome; the literal bane of his existence, too much for him to handle. Even with several shots of Tequila and a couple of pints of beer sitting warmly in his belly, Harry couldn’t stop the vicious anger that seized him at just the thought of Riddle’s stupid face.

Though, it shouldn’t have surprised him that, as drunk as he was, his nostalgia would summon the memory of Tom bloody Riddle. The man had consumed Harry’s life back in Britain; his presence in Harry’s affairs and his insistence in sticking his nose into Harry’s business, oppressive and unwanted. Though, that hadn’t always been the case; it hadn’t always been awful. Their relationship hadn’t always been tumultous, but that was then.

So it shouldn’t be shocking that he’d think of him now, in America. Loneliness and alcohol did strange things to people, after all. It drew out memories that Harry buried deep, that he refused to acknowledge because of just how painful they could be, and in fact, were.

Ron had told him more than enough embarrassing stories of how he’d drunk dialed Hermione. Thought, it was certainly funny, in a way, that it was in one of his drunken calls that their relationship even came to be in the first place. Harry wouldn’t have believed it had he not been there with him, listening to him slur and sputter his confession with an exasperated Hermione on the line.

Fondness quickly replaced his anger, and a slow smile broke on his face.

God, I miss those two.

Harry glanced around his surroundings, watching couples and groups of people walking across the sidewalk. Some walked past him, heading into the bar he had just exited. Some moved to his left, to a bar playing foreign music he didn’t have the mind to decipher the lyrics of. Others, moved to his right to another bar with bright, neon colors flashing “HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS” to a rhythm he couldn’t quite make sense of.

And then, then down the street, past another throng of people, Harry stopped. There was a warehouse down the end, but it had comparably less people on that end. There were perhaps one or two groups of men at the front.

Music pounded rapidly, and Harry’s teeth nearly vibrated from the intensity of the pulsing beat. He couldn’t recognize the tune, but something about it sounded familiar. Almost like the pubs Ron and his friends would take him to back in London, dulcet voices and gyrating bodies manifesting before his very eyes.

Harry was moving before he could stop himself. He pushed past a couple, a girl with dark hair and pale skin and a boy with blonde strands that brushed past his shoulders, and followed the beat. He didn’t know what it was about it that called to him. Didn’t care when an angry driver honked at him when he threw himself in front of his fancy luxury car.

He needed to go there, and so he went.

Love and pain go hand in hand…

His shoulders bumped into men gyrating against other men at the front of the bar, and Harry did not pay it any mind. His head was stuffed with cotton, his mouth thick with the taste of alcohol as he slid to the front, stopping only when a burly man pressed a hand to his chest.

Oh, say what they want, I'm still thinking it's worth it…

Harry fished out his ID without thinking and flashed the man with it, uncaring of the fact that his fingers were shaking and that his skin was clammy with sweat. He wanted to get inside, he wanted to know what was it about this bar that drew him in.

And then man moved aside, a flash of recognition lighting in the man’s gaze, before waving Harry inside.

The bouncer spoke, said something that Harry vaguely understood as “have fun,” but he couldn’t be sure. His ears were ringing with the bass thrumming with the music, and his eyes were barely open, unable to make out the colors inside. Nothing made sense to him aside from the warmth flooding his stomach, for the strange feeling of recognition that swirled in his brain that screamed for him to follow.

Oh, little bit drunk, tell my heart you won't hurt it…

The warehouse was massive and packed with more people than Harry had anticipated. There were men in tight pants, the outline of their thighs and calves so obvious that Harry could make them out without needing to focus through the drunk haze. Some were topless, their skin glittering like brilliant gemstones beneath the neon lights flashing above them all.

There was fog, percolating between the bodies. The smoke assaulted his nose, the smell cloyingly sweet as Harry forced himself into the crowd, uncaring of who he touched and who touched him in turn.

I love your lies in the dark…

Then he was swaying to the beat, his feet taking him to the center of the crowd, where they refused to converge. Harry fit into the space readily, consumed it with his presence, uncaring that he was being watched by everyone as he began to move to the beat. It called to him, made him feel more alive than he had in months since leaving.

He forgot his friends, their laughter ringing in the back of his head. He forgot that he was in a foreign country, that he had only completed his first semester in school. He forgot that this was New Year's Eve, a time where he should be returning back home and celebrating the birth of a new year with friends and family.

Harry lost himself to the music, felt it twist inside him like a writhing serpent that he did not mind in the least. Let it come, he thought. Let me forget.

Love tearing a broken heart…

Hips moved, undulating in perfect sync with the beat. He dropped low when the song called for him, lifted his hands above his head when he imagined warm fingers tracing along his wrists and down to his forearms.

Harry saw it all in perfect technicolor, even if he couldn’t identify the faces of the men dancing around him…

If he closed his eyes, he could even imagine their hungry stares touching his bare skin. Could even imagine his gaze on him...watching him unravel on the dance-floor like he’d never had the courage to.

The alcohol made him bold, made him feel alive. He didn’t stop his feet and threw his head back, hair brushing along the nape of his neck, not when the music flowed through him endlessly.

Harry didn’t know how long he danced until a warm palm pressed against his chest, when hips suddenly pressed against the swell of his arse, a hard bulge pressed against him. He didn’t fight the heat, didn’t resist when that hand splayed across his chest and dropped to his groin.

A hiss fled his parted mouth, and Harry was caught between leaning in to that hand and pushing against the hips moving flawlessly with his.

“...Harry,” the voice sounded familiar, and yet not. It was deep and husky, the notes of it flowing along his spine like melted chocolate on the flat of his tongue. It was sweet and indulgent, and everything Harry needed in that moment.

How the man knew his name, Harry didn’t care in the least. He only wanted to be touched, to dance.

Harry pressed up closer, the man’s chest against his back, those hips rubbing against his arse, and it took everything within him in that moment not to moan. Not to purr like a content kitten while drunk as he was.

Despite his inebriation, he hadn’t lost all of his inhibitions. He may have been dancing with a stranger that had a voice like the one that niggled at him in the back of his mind, but that didn’t mean he’d come undone in the middle of this bar.

When the hand squeezed him more firmly, when lips grazed the lobe of his ear, Harry forgot completely why he had tried to stifle his moans. The music would drown them out anyway.

The beat was loud and he was drunk off the feeling of the man’s skin pressed to his, off the alcohol he had indulged in, and the music that stole all thoughts from his head.

“You reek of alcohol, Harry…” the voice said, and Harry whined when another hand, one that Harry had not noticed before, slipped under his shirt and trailed along his quivering stomach. It burned like alcohol on the back of his throat, the familiarity of it making him dizzy when they continued to move, slower now, but those hands.

They teased along his clothed cock, while the other traced his rib cage, as if counting each breath it could rip from his parted mouth.

Harry’s throat was tight with want and something else. Maybe the alcohol? Maybe the urge to vomit everything that he’d drank that night? Harry didn’t know and he didn’t care, not when those hands felt so good and that voice.

“P-please,” Harry whimpered, hands shooting up to wrap around the taller man’s neck. Short hairs tickled his fingertips, and felt so familiar that he didn’t know where he had touched hair as short as that before.

He tried to card his fingers through it, but whatever hair products the man was wearing prevented him from doing so. It caught against his hands, trapped them more than the hands robbing him of his ability to speak, burning heat lighting up his insides in ways that Harry had never experienced before.

“Do you know who I am, Harry? Who you’re begging so sweetly to?” He sounded amused, but Harry hardly cared for that. He wanted to be touched, wanted to sate the hunger that tore at him from the inside out. The heat, the fire that had lit up his insides like a pyre, Harry wanted to both drown in it and escape from it.

It was the same feeling before plunging into dark waters...the same feeling of elation and recklessness that seized him when Riddle would stare at him with knowing eyes...would curl his lips into a frightening smile before--

Realization seized him, and Harry let out a choked gasp.

No.

Harry abruptly stopped dancing, and the man--Riddle, oh god--followed suit. His hands did not fall away from his skin, his touch still pressed against his body. Mapping and questing, as if trying to memorize parts of Harry that Riddle had never before been privy to.

A wet tongue licked the shell of Harry’s ear, and a deep shudder wracked through Harry’s body. The haze he had been so pleasantly drunk on, the one that made the world around him melt into nothing, was cut immediately.

Everything became clearer, at once. The familiarity of this voice, the almost visceral way he responded immediately to the press of those fingers against his bare flesh…

“W-what are you doing here?”

Harry didn’t know if Riddle heard him, but considering how intimately pressed they were to one another, Riddle had to have heard him, or at least caught the almost panicked sound of his words, slurred from drinking.

Even with the shock twisting around inside him like a wild beast, nothing could erase just how much he’d drunk.

“Business,” Riddle murmured into his ear, and Harry groaned when the hand tracing shapes against his bare chest suddenly tweaked his nipple.

He didn’t have the presence of mind to be embarrassed that Riddle was doing this in public. Not when the person touching him was the last person he’d expected to find in a dingy bar in America. He was supposed to be in Britain, doing god knows what.

Riddle hadn’t had the decency to even say goodbye when Harry had left. Not that Harry had wanted him to. Their relationship was rocky on the best of times and outright hostile at the worst. Whatever good feelings had existed between them had died a vicious death. Harry had made sure of it.

So it was incredible, really. That Riddle would be here, feeling him up as if he couldn’t get enough of him. As if this was a perfectly normal thing to do with someone you hated. A friendship that was hardly a friendship; not after catastrophic fight over Riddle’s unsavory business habits.

“Business?” Harry scoffed, and made to rip himself away from Riddle’s touch, ripping his arms away from the man’s neck as if burned.

But Riddle did not allow him to move, let alone escape his suffocating confinement. His hold became tight, his hands stopping their teasing touches to wrap more tightly around him.

Harry gritted his teeth, and twisted his head to tell him exactly what’d he do to him if he continued to touch him, but his vision suddenly warped.

Riddle twisted him around, faster than Harry could have expected. A leg slipped between his quivering thighs, an arm wound tightly around his hips. They were unyielding, and Harry nearly vomited on the man with how rapidly his vision spun.

He sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, and then Riddle was all that he saw, all that he could breathe. His mouth was pressed to his, his dark eyes locked on his. It took everything within him not to flinch and pull away, to close his eyes and pretend that Riddle was not digging his knee against his hard cock with lips against his in the middle of the bar.

God, this was not how I wanted New Years Eve to go.

“I heard that you were not coming back to Britain for the festivities…” Riddle drawled, a devious glimmer settling over his gaze when Harry tried to pull away once more. His hands made their way to Riddle’s biceps and he applied as much force as he could despite the anxious energy thrumming along his veins.

Harry’s stomach was in knots, and he wasn’t sure whether it was from the alcohol or Riddle’s proximity. It could easily have been both, but Harry wasn’t going to admit to that.

“So what? It’s not like I can afford to make trips around the bloody world like you can,” Harry spat, shuddering when Riddle’s free hand--the one that wasn’t bloody caging him into his body--smoothed across his cheek.

It was oddly tender. Harry did not think about what that touch could entail.

“Harry, no need to be rude. You know I’d gladly have paid for a plane ticket back had you asked.”

Harry laughed dryly, disbelief coloring his cheeks a bright red.

The nerve of him, Harry thought. He’d sooner bite off his own tongue and drop out of school than ask Riddle for anything.

Harry did not trust his money, did not want anything to do with it. Riddle had his fingers in some dark shite. It was the only explanation to the luxurious lifestyle he lived.

Riddle’s money was endless, his connections in the political world in Britain, extensive. Harry didn’t want to be a part of that; He’d said as much when Harry had confronted Riddle after he had bloody Bellatrix Lestrange in his home, drinking tea.

Whatever good will Harry had felt for this man, had died a rather tragic death when Riddle had the nerve to tell him that yes, he was sticking his nose in shady business.

It was unacceptable. It went contrary to everything Harry believed. He was studying to become a bloody investigator. To become a criminal profiler.

How could he be friends with someone that would gladly exploit others for his own gain? Had done so for years before Riddle had told him, offhand, about his business.

“You can take your money and shove it up your--”

Harry did not finish. Couldn’t finish, not when Riddle took that precise moment to kiss him. His tongue licked at the seam of his mouth, and his fingers--god, his fingers-- lowered to knead at his arse.

His cock swelled within his jeans, and he couldn’t stop himself from gasping into the kiss, allowing Riddle ample opportunity to deepen the kiss.

His tongue ran from his gums to his own tongue. It coaxed and teased, practically incited him to respond. Riddle’s eyes were wide open, looking into his own with a heated gaze Harry could not even begin to fathom, and Harry wanted nothing more than to close his eyes. To avoid the smoldering heat in the abyss, lest he find himself trapped in that moment as well.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten lost in them, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last if Harry didn’t look away.

But he couldn’t. Riddle squeezed his arse, and Harry arched his spine, saliva running down his chin when Riddle continued to kiss him. It was rough and wet, teeth clacking and digging into his bottom lip.

It was violent, and Harry’s toes curled at the promise within Riddle’s eyes; not at all as frightened or disgusted as Harry should have been. Not even angry, only confused, his insides writhing with desire as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

Harry moaned when Riddle sucked his tongue into his mouth, when teeth bit teasingly at the flesh. A spark of heat bolted up Harry’s spine, and he squeezed Riddle’s arms tightly, grip bruising and nails biting into the delicate skin to ground himself somehow.

And then Riddle pulled away, a long string of saliva still connecting their lips. Harry didn’t have the presence of mind to even be embarrassed, the haze of his alcoholic stupor and arousal nothing compared to the myriad of emotions pulling and twisting inside him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that. To do this.”

Riddle squeezed Harry’s arse and rutted against Harry’s hard cock in emphasis. As if to prove to Harry right then just what Riddle had meant; what he had wanted to do for lord knows how long.

“To watch you unravel before my eyes…”

Harry barely heard Riddle over the rush of blood pooling to his ears. His cheeks burned hotly, and his breaths were coming in haggard and short. It sounded like Harry was about to go through cardiac arrest, like at any moment he would just drop dead in Riddle’s arms because this couldn’t be happening.

Riddle kissed me. He bloody--

“W-what?” Harry croaked, fingers shaking nervously because Riddle wasn’t supposed to kiss him. He wasn’t supposed to touch him, wasn’t supposed to find him in the middle of New York City. He was supposed to drink himself into a pitiful state, to suffer through the worst hangover of his life the next morning for his poorly-made decisions.

None of his plans had Riddle factored in.

It was made worse by the rapid beating of his heart, by the rush of adrenaline and desire that trickled down to his cock. He shouldn’t want Riddle. He shouldn’t delight in him, he shouldn’t--

Fucking care.

But he did. He absolutely did.

Hatred swelled within Harry like hot air. All of it, directed at himself.

“Harry…” Riddle said, but Harry refused to listen. He pushed back, and Riddle, seemingly not expecting it, let Harry go.

Stumbling back, Harry turned around to flee. He couldn’t do this. One thing was to get into a fight with Riddle, to cut ties and forget that they had ever been friends at all, but it was entirely another for Harry to entertain the idea that he--

Don’t think about it, Harry. Don’t go there.

Harry heard Riddle shout through the pulsing beat of the music, his senses woefully attuned to the man. Still, he didn’t stop. He rushed and moved, shoved past the bodies of men and woman dancing in the dance-floor.

Nothing could hold him back, not even the glowers and angry shouts of the people he elbowed away from his path.

Harry had to leave and get to his flat as soon as possible before he did something stupid. Before he entertained the idea that Riddle might--

Ignore it, Harry.

He didn’t hear the sound of people shouting loudly. All that registered was the sound of blood rushing through his ears. All that made sense to him was his need to flee, to forget about the surge of conflicting emotions inside him.

Then, he burst through a doorway into the night air. It chilled him to the bone, more than the tight ring of black in Riddle’s eyes, than the desire he had seen in that face.

Harry ignored the sound of people laughing and shoved his hands down his pants to grab his phone. It was slippery within his grip, and shook more than he liked within his hand, but Harry didn’t have time to complain.

He needed to get as far away as possible and get an Uber.

“Harry!”

The sound of Riddle’s shout was enough to startle him. He dropped his phone, and Harry considered for a brief second just leaving it there and hailing a cab. He could simply order a new phone, if necessary.

But Riddle tore that option away from him. A hand clamped tightly around his shoulder, the sound of a familiar voice speaking his name, the only one Harry understood, before Harry was spinning.

Nausea rushed up Harry’s stomach. The familiar burn of bile and anxiety like a toxin that needed to be released.

Harry threw up. Riddle’s shoes took the brunt of it, but Riddle did not move away.

Tears burned hotly down his cheeks, unbidden and unwanted as he continued to expel everything he’d eaten and drank that evening.

The dark pavement beneath his feet became a bright yellow in a matter of seconds. The smell of clean air became marred with the stench of bile and alcohol. It was endless, the convulsions of his stomach merciless as Riddle rubbed his shoulders patiently.

There was a gentleness to it that made his insides turn more fiercely than the alcohol in his stomach did.

Why?

Harry didn’t know how much time passed, how long it took for the convulsions and the trembling of his shoulders to abate, but it certainly felt like an eternity. Riddle had not left his side, not once. He held him by the shoulders, rubbing soothing circles against his back.

“Better?” Riddle whispered, and Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

His throat hurt like hell and his head ached fiercely. It felt like he’d gone several rounds against a heavyweight wrestler and lost. It was awful, the situation made even worse by the fact that Riddle had to witness it all.

Embarrassment made his stomach flip uncomfortably, and Harry wondered idly if he needed to throw up again just to get rid of the terrible feeling that had lodged itself in his windpipe.

“Did you take a car over here?” Riddle asked, and Harry shook his head in the negative.

“I’ll take you back to your place.”

Harry shook his head once more, shoulders trembling when Riddle slipped an arm around his waist and settled over his shoulders for support.

There was no way Harry would tell the man where he lived. There was no way he would let him take him back home. He’d sooner sleep on the damn pavement in the middle of the street than permit it.

But his body was weak and his legs unsteady beneath him. So it was no surprise that Riddle did not listen to him at all. Instead, he began leading him back to the parking lot that Harry had not noticed when he’d first crossed the street.

There weren’t many cars, to be fair. Though that wasn’t a good excuse, and he knew it. He had been too drunk to notice a single thing about the place he had gone to, and that was perhaps how he stumbled into Riddle in the last place he’d expected him.

They walked for several moments before they stopped in front of a sleek luxury car, one that looked oddly like the one he’d almost--

Harry stopped breathing.

No.

That was the same car that had almost hit him when he’d been trying to get to the club. Harry, even as drunk as he had been then, could easily recognize it.

Well, that certainly explained how Riddle had found him.

“Y-you almost ran me over earlier,” Harry gasped out, wheezing uncomfortably when Riddle pressed him against the car for a moment to fish his keys from his pocket.

The crowd of people that had milled about the street were gone. The street was empty. It seemed like everyone had either left or had gone inside the different bars around the strip.

It made him nervous to know that they were alone. Riddle hadn’t pulled any punches when they were in the middle of a crowded bar, so there was no telling what Riddle might do while they were alone.

Harry winced when sharp sound cut through the silence, coming directly from the car pressed uncomfortably to his side.

“I’m aware,” Riddle replied, before pulling Harry away from the car and opening the car door.

“Not your brightest decision thus far. Though I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Harry shot Riddle a glower, but did not fight him when he gently lowered Harry on the car. After all, the last thing Harry needed was for the man to drop him. He may not have been willing; would rather leap in front of oncoming traffic than spend another moment with Riddle, but that was beside the point.

Riddle wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and so Harry, to avoid the fruitless argument, let him sit him in the front seat.

“Just s-shut up and take me home,” Harry muttered, closing his eyes for a moment to stave off the strange feeling in his stomach. It churned relentlessly, and Harry wondered idly if he was going to throw up in the middle of Riddle’s car.

It’d serve Riddle right if he did. Harry wouldn’t have felt as awful as he did if Riddle hadn’t followed him into the bar in the first place.

“G-god, this is not how I wanted to spend New Years Eve…” Harry groaned, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes to ease the pounding headache that worsened the longer he remained conscious.

Nothing would be better than just passing right there in Riddle’s car. As much as he didn’t want to let the man do as he pleased with him, the more sober Harry became, the more certain he was that he needed to fall into a coma.

Anything would be better than having to deal with Riddle.

The door slammed shut beside him, and then Harry was left alone to think about how to get himself out of his mess.

Harry was still slightly drunk, of that he had little doubt. He was nauseous as all hell, and stuck with Riddle. A man that had pressed up against him and had practically fondled him in the middle of the dance floor.

It really couldn’t get much worse.

The silence shattered when Riddle opened the door, settled inside the driver’s seat, and slammed the door shut.

They sat there for lord knows how long, neither of them speaking. It was the most awkward thing Harry had ever had to experience, and he prayed for something to just knock him out. For the alcohol to somehow take effect, for something to help make the unease winding around his spine ease.

“Say something!” Harry muttered, turning to glance at Riddle when he had yet to say anything.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath when he found Riddle staring at him in precisely the same manner as he had at the club. Except now, Riddle was not shadowed by the shadows in the dimly lit club.

Here, Harry could see all of him. Though, that could mostly be attributed to his new found lucidity. In the bar, he’d been sloshed and barely cognizant of his surroundings. He’d only been aware of the addictive sound of the music and the heat of Riddle’s body bleeding into his skin, through the thin layer of his jumper.

There was nothing clouding his senses now. He was too sober to miss the devious look in Riddle’s face.

“You look exquisite sitting in my car,” Riddle said silkily before reaching out to touch Harry’s clammy cheek and trace the exposed skin.

Gooseflesh rippled across Harry’s arms, and it took everything within him not to flinch. The memory of what that hand had done, how it had made him feel in that club, like a shot of adrenaline through his veins.

“You’d look even better in my flat, stripped bare so that my eyes may drink their fill.”

Harry swallowed, noticing the way Riddle’s eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips and back again.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with me, Tom,” Harry sighed, too tired to even fight him when that hand trailed from his cheek down to his throat. It made his stomach quiver pleasantly, his nausea forgotten when Riddle was practically consuming all of his senses.

It was ridiculous, just how easily Riddle could derail even basic urges such as those. It wasn’t fair.

“Liar…” Riddle teased, before lightly tracing a finger from his neck to his shoulder, the collar of his shirt exposing the skin readily to Riddle’s hungry gaze.

“It’s because I’m flirting with you that you’re a complete mess right now.”

Harry sighed heavily, swatting the man’s hand away from his neck.

“I swear if you don’t take me home right now, I’ll--”

“I’ll need an address for that,” Riddle interrupted smoothly.

Harry’s lips thinned in irritation, and his gaze narrowed into slits at Riddle’s amused expression.

Wanker.

“709 Honey Creek Dr. New York, NY 10028,” Harry bit out, ignoring the victorious smile that curved Riddle’s lips.

It was unnerving, how Riddle could make something as innocent as that seem dangerous. How, with practiced ease, Riddle could twist Harry’s insides into pretzels with the memory of what those very lips had done back at the bar...at what his hands had felt like kneading at his arse beneath flashing lights.

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to drop you off at your flat tomorrow afternoon, at the latest.”

Harry jerked so quickly that his vision swam.

What?

“Did you think I was going to take you home right after? That I was going to leave you as you are?”

Riddle tutted at him, expression dangerous as he leaned in so closely that Harry could smell his breath: chocolate and coffee so tightly wound together that Harry couldn’t discern whether that was normal in Riddle or if this was something he indulged in occasionally.

“Harry, you’ve been gone for several months. You left without a goodbye and you made sure I couldn’t follow after you,” Riddle continued, tone suspiciously casual.

Harry didn’t trust it in the least.

“And just when I had given up searching, here you are. In the last place I had expected.”

Harry wanted to tell him exactly just how unexpected running into Riddle was, but didn’t. Not when Riddle was touching him lightly, lips slowly growing into a sharp smile.

An expression Riddle had only ever worn once in Harry’s presence. A time Harry did not wish to recall, considering that was the night they’d had their argument. The night he had learned that Riddle was a fucking crime lord.

“What a lovely start to the new year,” Riddle purred, and Harry slumped with relief when Riddle finally pulled away to start the car.

No, Harry thought as Riddle’s eyes flickered to his before pulling out of the parking lot, it was the makings of a nightmare.

All wrapped up in a beautiful package named Tom Marvolo Riddle.

#Tomarry #I did a thing #this went in a totally different direction than intended #whelp #Anonymous

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sweet-taiyaki · 5 years ago

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Sin City Sour

Warning: Some violence, sexual themes, angst, gun violence, language

I was celebrating how I managed to smuggle in illegal drugs with my team. All of a sudden, I was approached by these men, that were armed. “Get dressed, we have to take a ride. The boss wants to meet you.” Oh, how romantic. Nothing like being blindfolded by a bag, hands zip tied, and legs strung together by rope. Unfortunately, I’m in this situation more than you think. Don’t tell the bad guys, but I’m actually a CIA agent undercover. My real name is Vincent Hawthorne and today I’m playing the part of Benito Salazar, a member of a Spanish cartel shipping an illegal drug to the States. I basically feel like an infamous citizen at this point by all the missions I’ve done. I barely even know who I am anymore.

The men tie me to a chair and remove the bag from my head. I can see my gun, my burner phone, and my speedo. There were two men on each side of me with AK-47s. They seem poorly built though. “The boss” comes out of the shadows and starts laughing. “Out of all the idiots in the world, this is the top Spanish cartel leader? ¿Cuál es tu propósito? (What is your purpose),” he asked. I stood silent. This guy seems like an amateur leader that just wants to move up in the cartel hierarchy. My job is to prevent that from happening. “Mi equipo no puede ser derrotado. Decidimos matar a cualquiera que se estorbo. (My team cannot be defeated. We decided to kill people that get in the way),” I said confidently. My Spanish is okay, well actually all the languages I’ve learned are okay. I just basically know the gist of killing people and it seems to work. His guys grip their guns. They seem pretty intimidated, or angry. I see my phone go off, Costa was the name of the contact. The boss looks at my phone. “Yo no respondería (I wouldn’t answer that),” I said. The boss answers it anyway. The first bombs go off as warnings. “Puta madre!” I bust out of the zip ties and run as I get shot at, but then I set off the second set of bombs that blow up the place. I jump into a properly timed CIA squad car as I peel away the prosthetics and got away before they could escape the building.

“Nice to see you again,” said Ivy. “Just because you are a princess that can’t break a nail, it would have been nice to have some back up,” I said to her as she rolled her eyes. Ivy was an undercover agent, but then she moved up to the head of Intelligence and Foreign Affairs, so now she’s my boss. “I’d love to sit and chat, Vince, but I have another assignment for you.” Spoiler alert, Ivy and I had a small fling when we were on an assignment together, and I think she still has feelings for me, but reading a woman is so hard. “Do you overwork me because you hate me, or you actually give a shit about these citizens? To be fair, I haven’t been called Vince in over 5 years by the amount of undercover work I’ve done.” “I put you on because you’re the best at it,” she said, “At the end of the day, you give a shit about saving the people in the end because you created a relationship with them.” Great. So, now I’m a superhero that comes and goes for people because they ask for help.

Ivy drops me off at my apartment. “See you at 7 am,” she says and drives off. I live in New York. I sleep in this crappy apartment, but the view at night overlooks the Brooklyn Bridge. You would think I’d date, but I can’t by working all over the world from bad guys.

I woke up at 6 am, showered, and stared at myself in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself. The Spanish cartel mission lasted a year and I had my tattoos covered. I had a black wig, but my hair is brown. My nose and jaw were made of prosthetics and I wore brown contacts when my eyes were blue. I almost cried, but I got ready for work to meet the HBIC.

I sat down in a chair, drinking my coffee, then I was approached by this intern that seemed to be starstruck by me. This kid was almost on the verge of hyperventilating. “You’re Vince Hawthorne! I’ve heard so much about you and your work,” he said. I felt like I should play with the kid. “No, no, sir. My name is Fabio. Parli italiano,” I said. The kid seemed in shock. “Oh, I’m sorry, Fabio. I thought you were someone I read about.” Ivy stood up in front of the podium.

“Good morning, everybody. I’m sure you may have heard that the Spanish cartel has been shut down and have been taken into custody. However, we have another mission, and it’s gonna be a little different. This one will only last a month at the latest. Our citizen’s name is twenty-three-year-old, Hayley Fay. She also goes by the name of ‘Rosé’ since she strips on the side without her parents knowing. Fay lives in Las Vegas. She met a client that was acting creepy, bouncers kicked him out, found out he was one of the hitmen to kill her. The mission is to save her from harm and put an end to her creep stalker. Mr. Hawthorne will be with the citizen to keep her safe and I will organize a team to assist him in Vegas in 48 hours. Thank you.”

All the men approach me so they can go to Vegas with me. I immediately find Ivy. “Ma’am, with all due respect, please pick the right people with me. I don’t want these low life, creepy middle aged men working along side me.” She stopped in her tracks, “You really believe that I would do that to those girls, no way. I’m organizing a team strategically. You’ll find the results on your flight. Here’s your identity.” She hands me my passport and state id. Ryan Sparrow is my new name. “Thanks, I appreciate that you put in my love of Johnny Depp in there.” She smiled then said quietly “Captain” as she walked away.

I get on the plane and found out that I’m with the intern. I mean, he was younger than me, but I think the kid is 21. Of course, he sat next to me. “Vince—” “The name is Ryan. Nice to meet you kind sir.” I grabbed his hand and pull his ear to my face. “I realize that this is your first gig, but we are undercover. You reveal my identity, you die.” He was scared and intimidated. We lift off into the air and I took a nap. I woke up and the kid was still a deer in headlights. I roll my eyes, but I knew I had to do something. “Hey, kid. I’m sorry. I’m just in the mode and I don’t want any of us to get hurt.” He nodded and started to realize that this is the real deal and that people could die if he didn’t keep his mouth shut.

We land in Vegas and check in to the Cosmopolitan. My team consisted of 6 guys, we decided to take a bachelor party approach. Jake, the groom; Chase, the best man; Hunter, the little brother of groom; Dylan, childhood friend of groom; Tyler, the kid and coworker; and myself, friend of groom. We got to our rooms and we had the view of the Bellagio Fountains. “Boss, did good,” Chase said. I get a call from Ivy. “Well well well, does this remind you of when we were in Paris,” I smirked. “Enough, Vince. I have cars for everyone that is in the garage. You’ll find the keys in your room. Everything you need for the mission should be in the car. I’ll be on the first flight there if anything goes wrong.” She hung up and we made our way down to the garage to find Mustangs in different colors. The guys got all excited, but these are nothing compared to Lamborghinis. We found burner phones to keep in contact, some pistols fully loaded, earpieces, beer and liquor, and some essentials. Ivy even gifted each of us a designer suit for the occasion.

Unfortunately, I’m the only one in the group that has been to Vegas, so the guys don’t really understand the lifestyle. Tonight, we plan to let loose, so they know the ins and outs of Vegas. Hopefully, they will remember it all. We pregame with shots of liquor, then hit the strip. The guys were in awe how women would just flirt with them. I got a table at a club, which is instantly a chick magnet. The guys picked a girl to flirt with and I went to the bar. “A Boston Sour, please.” The bartender seemed surprised. “Any preference on bourbon,” she asked. “Whatever you like,” I said confidently. She smiled and made the cocktail. “It’s nice to make something that isn’t White Claw or a vodka lemonade,” she said. “Now I know what to order next.” She laughed and served another guest. I do some surveillance of the club. There seems to be a good amount of security around the club, but then I found out that there was a table across the club that had men in suits that didn’t want any women at their table unless they stepped on the dancefloor. I looked away before they could notice me. The group of men left the club. I told the team that I would follow them through the earpiece.

At this point, I sobered up and was in the mission. I followed the group of men to a strip club, which happened to be Harley’s workplace. They went inside, but I decided to take a detour by going around to the back door. Fortunately, I found Hayley before her shift started. She worked the graveyard shift, midnight to 6 am. Hayley and the dancers looked over to me. “Ms. Rosé,” I said. “Out of all the girls, you pick Rosé,” a woman said as if she was insulted. “May I have a word? Just a few seconds, no favors or anything. I just want to talk,” I offered my hand. She took it, but she was kinda nervous. I pulled her out to the alleyway. “I don’t have much time to explain, but my name is Ryan Sparrow. There is a group of gentlemen that are here to kidnap and kill you.” She immediately got scared. “How do I know that you’re not one of them,” she panicked. “I like to think of myself as the ‘superhero’ character. Usually people don’t say that they will kill you. They just do. I’m hired to protect you. Do you trust me?” Hayley looked me and she nodded. I stuck her in my car and drove off.

The last few guys from the group of men saw that I took Hayley. “Ah, shit,” I said. The men got into their SUV and chased me. Of course, they were armed. I knew my gut was right about these group of guys. I tried calling my team to help me out, but the car kept shooting at me. No one answered. I tried to lose them by going through some alleyways and difficult turns, but they didn’t seem to lose their speed. I released some small bombs to pop the tires, but not injure the people around the car. It worked and all four tires were popped. It created a small explosion, but not enough to kill them. The guys continued to shoot at my car, but I ended up losing them, for now.

I got Hayley back to the hotel. She looked around to see all the technology I had set up. She looked at me and started laughing. “So, you must really be my superhero,” she said in a flirtatious way. “Kind of. I like my job and saving lives. I just want to make the world a happier place.” Hayley leaned into me. “Well, you came to the right place. How can I be of service for you?” She stuck her fingers in my pants and ran them across my waistline and crotch. “Hayley,” I said. She stopped and looked at me in shock. “No one calls me Hayley, but my parents. Did they send you to look over me?” She started getting angry. “No, I told you that I’m here to save you. I’ve never met your parents. My job is to get rid of the bad guys so you can be safe,” I said, pretty much like a father. Dammit. “At least your parents are alive. Mine were killed in front of me and I couldn’t react because it would have blown my cover and true identity. After years of being undercover, I don’t even know who I am. I became this robot to save people because I give a shit about justice and doing the right thing. It fucking sucks that I see people die and I can’t have any emotion when all I want to do is bury myself and cry. But I wasn’t put on this Earth to cry. I knew that I wanted to help people.”

I can’t believe I just confessed that, but I knew that it would reel her in and trust me. “I never said that to anyone, and I don’t want to lose you. So please, stay with me and I’ll keep you safe here and get rid of these men out to get you.” I got up as she looked at me and I looked back to her. “You’re gonna kill them,” she asked. I chuckled. “It’s either them or you, and it won’t be you.” She got up, kissed me passionately, and wished me luck as I left the hotel room, which was kinda unexpected.

It’s around 3 am. I get down to the lobby and I found my team completely wasted. I tried to keep my head down, but they recognized me. “Hey man!” They all shouted. I grabbed everyone by the bathroom. “Guys, seriously. Don’t enter my room, the citizen is in there. She’s quite scared so please just act professional.” The intern looked at me and knew that I was serious. “Don’t worry, Ryan. I’ll make sure no one goes in your room.” I gave him a pat on the shoulder and it looked like he was gonna cry. I moved them away and continued my mission to find the group of men.

Surprisingly, I was walking through the Circus Circus casino and saw one of the guys. I stayed hidden, but followed him to the hotel room, assuming the boss would be there. I knocked out the guy I followed after he got to his floor, out of the camera view. There were two big guys chatting outside a room with double doors. A group of girls came to the floor and saw the guy I knocked out in front of them. “Sorry, my friend can’t hang,” I said. The girls laughed and I smiled and winked at one of them. They were going towards the room with the double doors. I follow them and was stopped by the two guys. They closed the door. “No men allowed, turn the other way, pretty boy.” I knocked them out and snuck my way into the room. There was a party going on with a DJ, liquor bottles everywhere and another guarded door.

The guards see me and I make my way to them. “You wouldn’t want to traumatize these women, by a blood bath, would you? Kill me in private, or even take me to your boss.” They patted me down, found my burner phone, and let me in. The boss was covered in girls. All of them were laughing, drunk. I closed the door behind me and the room went silent. “Ooooo he’s cute,” said one of the girls. The boss took out a gun and shot her. The other girls ran out in panic and the boss came up to me. “Pretty boy with the mustang, huh. You tried to save your whore,” he looked me up and down. “She is so beautiful, and out of all the women I’ve bought as my slave, I wanted her. She would have been a great showpiece in my collection.” I started to get angry, but I knew if I showed any emotion, it would blow my cover. “Actually, Mr. Barsotti, I’m a man like you. I cum in girls all day. And when I’m your age, I’m gonna be just like you, buried in women, wanting me. I’m inspired by you and thought that you could give me some tips. No hard feelings. I just want the best and I knew the girl I got was the best.” He laughed and patted my shoulders. “Atta boy, you could be my apprentice. Would you like to join the team?” I nodded and he gave me an M-15. “Do you know how to use it,” he asked me. I looked at it nervously. He pulled a gun to my head. “Well now you do, go out there and—”

I heard gunfire outside the room. I dropped the M-15 and punched Mr. Barsotti. He fell to the ground and his two bodyguards pointed their guns and me and started shooting. I took cover, but I knew they were coming closer. I escaped through the vent to the other room. I saw my team in the room. They killed the door guards and started to help the other women escape. I go back to the room with the bodyguards and fought them. One of them had a knife and managed to slash my right arm. Thankfully, I have even strength in both arms, but both of them were too strong. My face is covered in blood and they wouldn’t stop beating me until they knew I was dead. I could barely move and I knew this was probably the end. I saw them take their guns and point them at my face. I closed my eyes and I heard four guns shots.

“Ryan, Ryan” I heard faintly. I was outside the casino with police cars and an ambulance early in the morning. “Are the girls safe,” I said. “Yeah, they’re safe and Mr. Barsotti was taken into custody. We thought we lost you, man.” My arm was bandaged, and my face had some stiches, but I was okay. “I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Together we gave those women a future.” They all smiled at each other.

I decided to go back to the hotel to pack up and leave. I brought some coffee and a fruit cup for Hayley. I got in my room and she was sound asleep, knowing that she was safe. I woke her up, gave her breakfast. “You’re free, you are safe now. The boss was actually holding women hostage as his slaves and we saved them. So it’s like a double win.” She sighed in relief as she rolled out of bed. “Thank you, Ryan. Do you mind if I call you for all my stalkers? Oh my God, what happened to your arm,” she panicked. “I’m fine, I’ll escort you to your house, if that’s okay.” She nodded.

I took Hayley to her parent’s house. They hugged her as soon she opened the door. I walked back to my car when I heard a ‘wait’. “Please, may I call you,” Hayley asked me. I laughed, wrote on a piece of paper, and gave it to her. She opened it. “Seriously, 911?” I laughed and said, “I can’t always be there for you, unfortunately. I have more people to save. I hope it inspires you to save people.” She turned around to her parents and looked at me, “Thank you, Ryan.” She got back into her parent’s house. “It’s Vince,” I said softly. I drove off and left on the first flight back to New York.

I got back to work the following day. Ivy approached my team and congratulated them on their success defeating Mr. Barsotti and his cartel. “Hawthorne, see me in my office, please.” I sighed angrily. I was not ready to take on another mission. Thankfully, this last one was pretty short and sweet, but I felt another long mission ahead of me. She closed the door behind me and I let loose. “Ma’am, with all due respect, I am exhausted—” “Stop, that’s not what I called you in here.” I was confused, if it wasn’t about work, then what would I be in her office for? “Vince, you save lives, plenty of lives. And I know that what you’ve gone through is definitely not easy. I know you can’t save everybody, but you definitely make the world a better place by taking the bad people to justice. With that, I brought you in today to be yourself.” I laughed. “Be myself, what kind of advice is that?” She rolled her eyes and I know she was trying to be genuine. “We are giving you three months of paid time off. You deserve it after being my partner years ago to now. You are an incredible agent and this is my present to you so you can get back to your normal life.” I contemplated what she said and I know her intention was sincere and caring. “Thank you, Ivy.” We got up and hugged each other. “It’s good to have a friend like you,” I said as I left her office.

I celebrated with the team at a bar. We watched some sports, got a couple rounds of beers. This was me. It just felt right. I saw Ivy come into the bar with a guy and saw her join a group of their friends. I saw there was a ring on her finger, and they kissed. She looked at me and I raised my glass to her. She smiled. Dammit. I lost her.

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The White Man's Third Position

Eric Striker has noted that in the recent elections the Republican governor of Kentucky ran a campaign based on a 1980s Reaganesque style revulsion towards "socialism" and against teachers, and he got his head handed to him, justifiably so; in other elections that night affirmative action and sanctuary cities took a beating. One needn't be skilled in the reading of tea leaves to understand which way the wind is blowing.

Richard Spencer's publishing house, Washington Summit Publishers, recently issued a translation of Armin Mohler's The Conservative Revolution In Germany (1918-1932). Out of that matrix came National Socialism and, while not everyone is a Nazi, embedded within that is the magical position, the third position: conservative on social issues and progressive on economics. If any enterprising politician should ever want to carry everything and everyone before him he really ought to look into it.

The amazing thing is that Trump ran on a set of issues that were unheard of for a quarter century, and he pulled off a miracle. One would think that he would have countless imitators but in fact he has none, not even himself.

Capitalism overturns everything, uproots the world as it creates new ones every minute. Exotic sexual ideologies expel nature, and fabricate an ersatz reality. These aren't two sides of the same coin, they are the same coin, the coin of the realm of the ruling class.

By loosening economic controls the right destabilizes communities, by loosening social controls the left destabilizes human beings. Together they work as a pincer movement against our security, as everything that was solid melts into thin air.

The third position is protectionism for human beings and, as such, is inherently conservative. It is fascism with a human face.

A few years back Ashton Kutcher infamously declared that he was liberal on social issues and conservative on economics and his statement was hailed as the wave of the future. He of course had it completely backwards, poll after poll shows a majority wants the exact opposite, wants the third position, wants a generous social democracy combined with an end to the tyranny of insidious social experimentation, be it that of an invasion of alien races or ever new frontiers in gender identity. What they want is a tight knit and upright community, not a continued greasing of the skids of a no holds barred neo-liberal accelerationism. They know in their hearts that the left got rid of social controls and the right got rid of economic ones, and that all sides conspired against them.

We forget just how much of a player David Duke was in the early 1990s, ideologically at least, people said oh but they're racists but others said maybe they like his platform. Then Duke and Buchanan went back and forth accusing the other of stealing the agenda they had first. But then they faded away, and no one picked up the mantle.

In the early 1990s the movie Falling Down became iconic, about a white man who had had enough and wasn't going to take it any more and proceeded to start mowing people down. This was adduced as an example of the growing phenomenon of the angry white male. But really the map of this was clear by the time of George Wallace and his not a dime's worth of difference, or even way back in 1948 with Strom Thurmond. Later Sam Francis cribbed Donald Warren's 1976 book The Radical Center and conjured up his legendary Middle American Radical, and Christopher Lasch diagnosed why liberalism was bad for the common man, and another liberal, Richard Rorty, gave two cheers not for capitalism but for social solidarity. Later another Warren--Elizabeth--got into the act with her book The Two Income Trap, for by then the American Dream was over.

What was happening was clear enough. After the war was a golden age for the American white working class. While our enemies were wading through rubble our industrial plant was in pristine condition. A man could work, the wife stay home to care for the children, vacations could be taken, retirements made, a good life had. But soon came the natural accelerants of open borders and open markets and the re-proletarianization of our people. This was done in the name of "freedom" and "openness", two things which are always the mortal enemies of decent folk everywhere. They acted as agents of social sterilization, the jobs went out, the people came in, the housing prices went up, the neighborhoods became crowded, crime went up, as did the cost of living, the birth rates went down. In turn the money machine required more immigrants. Wash, rinse, repeat, decimate, as is said.

Just in the middle of this deluge came figures who saw it clearly and wanted to arrest this wasting away of the social fabric. The aforementioned Duke and Buchanan for sure, and also Ross Perot. Together they took what can be considered the white man's third position, against pointless foreign wars which bled our young dry, against the invasion by the colored races, against the free movement of goods across our borders, against moral and social chaos. If you want to know more about it just listen carefully to that giant sucking sound.

In addition to waging the culture war against the forces of moral decay Buchanan made a hard edged moved toward economic autarky and economic nationalism. While in Reagan's White House Buchanan once sent a businessman looking for tariffs packing but the former doctrinaire free trader got Dick Gephardt religion, and promoted industrial policy (which by then had become dirty words). He wanted to make it impossible for goods made outside America to be sold here by throwing up massive tariff walls. At the same time his corporate tax was zero. Haul up the drawbridge, make it enticing and necessary to produce here, and watch the middle class revive. It could have worked.

But by the time he came around neo-liberalism was coming into its own, history was declared over, the free movement of goods and people across all barriers was ascendant. Former hippie Bill Clinton was all for global capital, took the baton from that old internationalist traitor George Bush Sr. and pushed through NAFTA (see giant sucking sound, above). Earlier Reagan and Thatcher were said to have been running some kind of supposed counter-revolution in the name of the decent folk, but they were not even speed bumps on the road to the loosening of all controls, threw gasoline on the accelerants, tossed on the match, and greased every skid on the way to disaster. Capitalism is nothing less than the overturning of everything at every instant, it says so in the brochure.

And the left came around all the way soon, became outriders of capital. Mass immigration is nothing but a transfer of wealth from the poor to the rich but the ones who rail most against income inequality are its biggest supporters, in another time we would have called that false consciousness. Former hippie Hillary Clinton's dream was a unified market from Tierra Del Fuego to the Arctic Circle, and the free movement of everything throughout it. This too is the dream of our ruling class. The money spigots of the new world order are open borders and open markets which when the epitaph of America is written will be seen to be its death blow.

Old Socialists knew better. It was always Nationalism in one country. Bernie Sanders once famously, or infamously, told Ezra Klein that open borders and mass immigration were Koch brothers' ideas (as are freeing all prisoners and eating away at the substance of America). While in his heart of hearts it's doubtful Bernie wants to build Fortress America (alas) it seems reasonable to think that he does want reasonable controls on immigration. If he could get his base to go along with it he could walk away with the election. Problem is, he's got the endorsement of Alexandria ("this is occupied land") Ocasio-Cortez. That crowd hates white people and, contrary to what you read in the papers, they are no friends to the working class, but do the dirty work of corporations, wittingly or unwittingly, take your pick.

It wasn't always that way. Old socialists knew better. Dick Gephardt championed industrial policy, the notion that government and business can cooperate in tandem for what's good for the nation, Ralph Nader showed us what evil unregulated corporations will do, Barbara Jordan knew what was good for the worker and it wasn't a mass influx of cheap labor. Cesar Chavez had his goons bust the heads of border jumping wetbacks who undercut the wages of his men, though the growers wanted brown serfs for their growing world-wide plantation. And recently in American Affairs Angela Nagle made the left wing case for closed borders and for her trouble was made a pariah, and Aimee Therese regularly reviles all forms of neo-liberalism, or most of them, at least.

Liberal icon Eugene McCarthy wrote a book saying that America was fast becoming a colony of the world, arguing that economically and culturally, colonial status is evident in loss of control over borders, religion and language. Major investment in a colony is from outside, with control held by the investing powers.

Pat Buchanan said he fell out of his chair when he heard Trump's announcement speech and it's true, Trump ran on a straight up ticket of Buchananism. He took on the three pillars of the ruling class cash machine, war, free trade, and open borders, and he also took away their shield, political correctness, the you can't say this, and you better not say that. It's what spooked them so very terribly. An angel mom said that when she heard Trump's speech she sat down and cried. But as it turned out Trump became obsessed with blacks, gays, Jews, Israel, everything and everyone but what elected him. The ruling class needn't have worried, he was no traitor to his class, he was one of them and, for that, may his memory forever be met with violent howls of execration.

The odd thing is that for a position so inherently appealing there's not a single public official who will touch it with a ten foot pole.

So why would such a popular ideology go begging for suitors? Why the wallflower at the dance? The problem is that it's what Sam Francis called a strange amalgam of left-right, it's neither this nor that, not one thing nor the other, an ambidextrous ideology and, as such, it's a gossamer world-view, a unicorn position, chimerical. Who would espouse it? The left demonizes borders while promoting social democracy; the right has its tax cuts while ostensibly preaching morality; they are an inverted mirror image of the other, right where the other is wrong, wrong where the other is right; yes, the third position is an odd brew. Add to that that the donors have a stranglehold on the parties and that whoever would take up its cudgel would find himself in the cross hairs of the ruling class and the distaste with which it is viewed by our leaders becomes explicable. Treacherous, but explicable.

This democracy of ours, owned by this ruling class, does have an Achilles heel. It's that if enough of the people want something, and want it badly enough, they can get it, or at least they can make life very difficult for their enemies. If Trump proved anything it's that a hostile takeover of a party from the very top is possible, with the right person, at the right time, with the right message. If the difference between the rank and file of a party and its rulers becomes too great and a canny enough, a forceful enough, and a presentable enough person comes along to exploit and explain it, miracles can occur. This is not the infiltration of the party, it is a coup de main, a knockout blow. No one knows what the future holds. A leader can arise.

In the meantime, of course, every man to his post.

What that leader would advocate is simple: no wars, no immigration, no free trade, bring up the drawbridge, create Fortress America, become a hermit kingdom, disentanglement from Israel, pro guns, social democracy, pro unions, massive infrastructure spending, social solidarity, anti-degeneracy, public health care, a wealth tax, natalism, pro family formation, pro marriage, pro traditional American heritage, pro traditional gender roles, anti-corporate measures.

Apply social and economic controls, in a word. Practice fascism with a human face. To let the middle conspire against the traitors in our midst.

Someone really ought to look into it.

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Rep. Ron DeSantis (R-FL) - Interview

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BRENDA BUTTNER, FOX NEWS HOST: I bet this is a hot topic at your Thanksgiving table right now. What to do with ten thousand Syrian refugees to make sure ISIS doesn`t sneak in with them. The president already threatening to veto a bill that would vet them further, something not sitting well with Florida Republican Congressman Ron DeSantis. Congressman, thank you so much for joining us.

You voted with the majority on that bill to further vet, basically, our vetting process for refugees. 47 Democrats voted along with you. Is that a sign that the president is becoming more isolated on thos issue?

REP. RON DESANTIS (R-FL), COMMITTEE ON FOREIGN AFFAIRS: Well happy Thanksgiving, Brenda.

BUTTNER: You, too.

DESANTIS: Yeah, I think without question, if you look at the numbers that the president is talking about, 10,000 people, if only one percent of those mean to do us harm or intending to commit terrorist acts, that means you`re bringing in 100 terrorists into the country, and we talked to the FBI director, even before the Paris attack, and he testified in front of Congress that the government cannot vet these people adequately because there isn`t enough information to do it.

So, I think the prudent policy is to err on the side of protecting the American people, and here`s the thing, Brenda. We can help about four or five refugees over in that theater for the cost of bringing one over here. So even if we didn`t have these terrorism concerns, I think there`s an argument our money is probably better spent by sending it over there and having people directed to safe zones.

BUTTNER: What happens if the Senate doesn`t take up this bill? It may not get traction. Minority Leader Harry Reid doesn`t really want to take it up. Then the president plans to veto it. What can you do?

DESANTIS: Well, first of all, I think that it`s likely to get to the president`s desk. He is going veto it and he`s going to have to explain and I think you see his poll numbers are dropping precipitously given how he`s handled this issue. I think he`s like -- 35 percent approve of how he is handling terrorism. So if he vetoes the bill and the public responds negatively to him, I think that`s going to put even more pressure on the Democrats in the Congress to join with us if we put funding prohibitions on the next budget bill that comes down the pike, not allowing the president to spend money to bring any unvetted refugees over to our country, and we could potentially end up with veto-proof majorities. We already got that in the House with our bill. This could potentially get us there in the Senate if the president vetoes a bill and then there`s a public backlash.

BUTTNER: There`s a move afoot in our northern neighbor in Canada to basically say, we won`t take any single men, we`re only taking women and children. But we have a very porous border and does that really stop the terrorists from getting in? Women -- we have seen in Paris -- can be terrorists, too.

DESANTIS: You have to vet everybody. You absolutely do have female suicide bombers. And so the idea that just because it`s a female that you`re not going to vet them, that doesn`t work. So yes, I think we have to be concerned, and not only with the refugee situation. It`s very easy for people to fly into Canada from some of these troubled spots and then they can come across our northern border. So I think it`s absolutely a cause of concern.

BUTTNER: And what do we do about that?

DESANTIS: Well, I think that we have to look at how you can gain entry into our country. The refugees is one. The legal immigration system is another. And then we also have visa waiver and people coming over on visas. I think all that has to be vetted in a way that errs on the side of protecting the American people. If there`s a chance that someone may be inclined to be an enemy of the country, then I think you have to err on the side of caution.

BUTTNER: You know, the argument on the other side is that we, as Americans -- our values are that it`s our obligation to bring in refugees, those who have been in war-torn situations and need help. How do you answer that?

DESANTIS: Well, we actually have been way more generous than pretty much every country in the world combined. But simply because there`s a war, that`s never been necessarily the test. We`ve accepted people who qualified for asylum because they were persecuted, say, like the Christians in Syria are being persecuted because of their faith or their ethnicity, but simply because they`re a war, that doesn`t necessarily mean that everybody gets to come to the United States, and as I mentioned earlier, I think you can help a lot of these people in a more cost-effective way. You can help more of them by administering that aid overseas rather than flying them halfway across the world.

BUTTNER: Right. Now what about the issue of giving state governors the choice whether or not to take the refugees in? That would require basically amending the Refugee Act of 1980. Do you support that?

DESANTIS: I do. Here`s why. State and local law enforcement are the primary protectors of the health, safety, and welfare of the people in the individual states. So they have a significant responsibility to keep their citizens safe, such as at the Mall of America, as you mentioned earlier on the show. So I think that they should absolutely have a voice in whether people are coming into their state that could potentially pose a problem.

BUTTNER: Do you think you might have the votes in Congress to do that?

DESANTIS: I think we could definitely pass it out of the house. Whether we could pass it out of the Senate, I`m not sure. And I would imagine, given the president`s posture on this, that he would threaten to veto such a bill.

BUTTNER: All right. Congressman, thank you very, very much. I hope you have a very happy and safe Thanksgiving.

DESANTIS: Same to you.

4/29

neil cavuto - addiction frame - implied consent - saved by the bell - dustin dimond is doing porn now - urinary tract infection - dennispmoore - wpp - reineke - trumpence - chants - urine vited - good samaritans - devil trombones - angel parents - gop says my parents tricked gop into fucking w/ me - they are the victims - gop says my parents dont really care care about me - they are only political operatives - motivated by the prospect of a legal windfall - obtained from an unsuspecting and gullible defendant - the gop - neil cavuto is supposed to be - neil saves - "w" - xa addiction frame - newsmakers show up on cavuto - xa thompson - ffa - farm bro - fibro - farm chem - glyphosate - nabors - riggleman - wes barr - sembler - tr - bully - scso - dirt - swat - xa isp - mrt - timeline - i was right about the mental health frame - the suicide frame and the stimulants that caused sleep deprivation for days at a time - by off duty cops - panther - etc - aux police - brandt - bsf - fsb - russians - lincoln cab - miroslav - xa kurtz louisville - usccb - the atty from efe was at mmc when i was there - i didnt get to talk to him - but i saw him there - he was there seeing someone else - i was represented by efe because scso claimed i was mentally ill and it justified what they had been doing to me - that was the case - note also the depo w/ hardy re the dennispmoore collision - note hardy reps scso in excessive force case - hardy links - isea 2002 - pisano - steil - durako - plunkett - wm - iema - krusteil - veseling - sideshow bob is 3d shift - pm mgr - knight mgr - they moved him off of the 3d shift sgt job - timeline is key - addiction frame - neil cavuto - saves “w” - xa vala - clockwork - knights - rivkcs - rusciolelli - roddavis - eric hall - yrs - ilgop - rove links - karl kemme - karhliker - ilfopngaoi - scrping - see esp - cellini wife picks adjutant gen - austin - hes ierc - airconditioning - carlyle - big red - kjell - hershell krustovsky - whoopski - they knew i wasnt a terrorist - arson frame - osfm - vala cravens - blue card - perc - brec - fl - guards - 233 - color of law - gillette - keen - links from ing to po - scb - gop - xa wojcicki - sheriffs - kingmakers - baise - denzler - wojcocki isnt law enf - rauner - paprocki - paprocki at ipi - mutache - ache - tyle man - norquist - ralston - rove - delay - chao - chow - food - james elmer mitchell - clute spk - hecla nethercutt - cleat galv - ororke longies - gwb admin - comcast - dutton - rock - duane the rock - txgop - albo - albx - terminix - servicemaster - huizenga - mcds - kinzinger - mcds poison is real - guy really broke my nose - dennispmoore really hit me with his car - scso really put me in jail for a month - and thats not not the other stuff that doj did - cocaine on trash bags - told me i couldnt buy my food - somethings not right

1983 claim - due process -

Its an attack on due process - equal protection - they claim mental health - fitness - “therapy” chem is “treatment”

sanc/cities is an attack on due process - equal protection - could apply to non immigrants - or could be analogized to do that by very crafty attys -

I was designated as enemy combatant - pow - this leg argues an exception can be made - for indefinite detention - note vagueness -

Theyr’e trying to change the law after the fact - to make the case moot - theyre taking all the time they need - to do it

Pleadings - alleging due process violation - 2008 -

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ABraGo079Gqhl2yyqC_dxyWwBqwWWiRDZYCw8ZUi8ok/edit?usp=sharing

Statement of the case - facts -

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1R-5xaPec54vAwUzCwhW3sA--Tdw1Mq2y/view?usp=sharing

42 usc 241/242

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1q0f8B06XYEDjDRZuMKxP2W5qdMdnvqKYAHMcJ4nnzOI/edit?usp=sharing

Florida House passes bill that forbids 'sanctuary cities,' would issue fines for failing to help federal immigration authorities

Washingtonpost.com. (Apr. 24, 2019):

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Byline: Tim Craig

The Florida House of Representatives voted Wednesday to require local officials to comply with federal immigration authorities, a move that brings the Republican-controlled state government to the cusp of enacting one of the nation's most stringent laws against "sanctuary cities."

The state House legislation, which passed in a 69-to-47 vote, would bar local governments from ignoring Immigration and Customs Enforcement requests -- known as detainers -- for local jails to hold suspected undocumented immigrants until federal authorities take them into custody. It also mandates that local agencies use their "best efforts to support federal immigration law" and threatens a fine of up to $5,000 per day for entities that violate the law.

A Florida Senate committee approved similar legislation last week. Gov. Ron DeSantis (R), who made the issue a central issue in his campaign last year, has been urging senators to act on the bill before the state's legislative session ends next week.

While the definition of sanctuary cities varies, most analysts say Florida does not have any.

The bill has become a top priority for Florida Republicans in recent weeks, as they have been eager to support DeSantis and President Trump, who has threatened to release migrants into sanctuary cities that do not comply with ICE detainer requests. The Trump administration also has vowed to withhold law enforcement grants from localities that refuse to cooperate with federal immigration authorities.

"This bill is about public safety and making sure we remove the criminal element of illegals that are here," said state Sen. Joe Gruters, sponsor of the Senate legislation and chairman of the Florida Republican Party. "The president has a laser focus on the failures of Washington in terms of immigration policy, and I think that has made this effort easier."

At least 25 states considered legislation dealing with sanctuary policies last year, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures. One of them, California, enacted sweeping statewide legislation blocking law enforcement agencies from working with ICE to house undocumented immigrants who otherwise would not be held on local charges. Two other states, Iowa and Tennessee, enacted laws requiring local officials to comply with ICE requests.

Arkansas Gov. Asa Hutchinson (R) this month signed a law to cut off funding for local governments that refuse to cooperate with ICE requests. Several other states also have policies prohibiting sanctuary jurisdictions: Iowa, Tennessee, Arizona, Alabama, Georgia, Missouri, Mississippi, North Carolina and Texas, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures.

A half-dozen more states are considering similar legislation this year.

But Florida -- a state where 20 percent of the population is foreign-born -- has emerged as an especially emotional battleground in the nationwide fight over those laws.

In recent weeks, a coalition of civil rights groups, social justice advocates, farmers and state business leaders have teamed up to try to the block the state legislation. They argue that both the House and Senate bills are drafted so broadly that Florida law enforcement officials would in effect become deputies in Trump's broader crackdown on undocumented immigrants.

Earlier this month, the Florida chapter of the American Civil Liberties Union issued a "travel alert," warning that the legislation would "put immigrants at risk of violence, potentially forcing victims and witnesses to stay silent for fear of deportation."

More than than 120 Florida business leaders, ranging from a former chief executive of Carnival Cruise Line to executives of home-building companies, signed an open letter to DeSantis and legislative leaders warning that the bills could cripple the state's robust economy.

"Immigrants represent over 25 percent of our workforce and employ over 500,000 fellow Floridians," the letter states. "It is their innovative spirit that keeps us moving forward. Anti-immigrant legislation will inflict long-lasting damage to the state of Florida."

According to a study released in February by the Pew Research Center, Florida was home in 2016 to 775,000 undocumented immigrants, about 4 percent of the population. Seven percent of the students in Florida schools had at least one undocumented parent, the study concluded. Only California and Texas were home to more undocumented residents.

After Trump threatened in 2017 to strip federal money from cities that refuse to help deport immigrants, Miami-Dade County was the first to halt the sanctuary policy, even though 51.7 percent of residents are immigrants.

A Senate committee staff analysis found that the bill pending before the Florida Senate would require "any sanctuary policies currently in effect" to be repealed within 90 days after the bill becomes law.

Florida's attorney general could take civil action against state or local government entities, which advocates fear could make individual government employees liable for actions they take in support of an undocumented resident.

Although most ICE detainers are good for 48 hours, advocates say the legislation infringes on the rights of undocumented immigrants by denying them due process.

"It is really unclear why this bill is necessary," said Ingrid M. Delgado, the associate for social concerns for the Florida Conference of Catholic Bishops. "This bill goes much farther than federal law requires and mandates compliance with every detainer request, even for those who have not been convicted of a crime."

The ACLU has been battling ICE over allegations that it incorrectly issued detainer requests for 420 U.S. citizens who had been held in the Miami-Dade County jail over the past two years.

State Rep. Mike Beltran (R), a co-sponsor of the House bill, dismissed concerns that the legislation could lead to more racial profiling or unfair treatment of detained citizens.

"I don't think we should be out hunting for anyone, but if we come across people, and we know by checking ID and through booking that they are not legally present in the United States, it would be an abdication of duty as elected officials" not to cooperate with ICE, Beltran said.

Similar laws have been challenged in other states. The Florida legislation comes two years after Texas lawmakers passed a state law ordering that local authorities cooperate with ICE. Under the law, the state can fine local governments up to $25,500 a day for refusing to cooperate with immigration agents. Elected or appointed officials also can lose their jobs, and sheriffs and other police officers can face criminal charges if they refuse to cooperate.

Last year, Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton sued San Antonio on allegations that its police chief failed to turn over to ICE a dozen migrants found inside a tractor-trailer, instead handing them to Catholic Charities, the Associated Press reported. San Antonio also joined several of Texas's largest cities, including Houston and Dallas, in challenging the state law in court. But the U.S. Court of Appeals for the 5th Circuit upheld the law.

In Tennessee, Shelby County Attorney Marlinee Clark Iverson, whose jurisdiction includes Memphis, issued an opinion stating the county sheriff and jail officials did not need to comply with a new state law that sought to force compliance with ICE.

"It was so vague that anybody from [ICE], even a secretary or janitor, could call and say, 'Hold this person indefinitely,' for any of amount of time, perhaps forever,"

5/1

was right ashcroft - was right to be worried - it was about usattys and killing my case. the fbi is obligated to defend the doj when it has obtained a judgement - if the matter is pending the doj will argue to uphold the judgement - in the regular appeal process - this is not complicated - it is the way its supposed to be - but everything seems upside down in my case - gop args wits are treasonous - natsec risks - a counterintel inv takes place - lasting many years - they get nothing - which brings us today - the ashcroft bedside - the firing of comey sends shockwaves through fbi - and doj - thats why - agag and card want to blow up my case and need ashcrofts signature - hes drugged up and in a hosp bed - ashcroft tells agag & card to get the sig from comey - hes designated comey as interim ag - the context is - ashcroft is not in the hosp for the flu - i think he may require surgery - its pancreatitus - i think hes under a lot of medication and they need to take the thing out or something - note esp the rel b/t card and rove - and goodling - sampson etc. - agag is not a great legal mind right - and rove is pulling strings at doj - and its obvious in the names of the replacements - you dont need to be a sleuth or a legal scholar - note the rel between the fitz inv - and kjell - and cellini - springfieldconsulting - think about the timing - all this stuff is happening at the same time - it has all passed now - the truth of the situation has been concealed and those that might say anything have met with lots of bad luck - unfortunate things of a mysterious nature - kind of like me -

5/3/19

We have wisc - badgers - the nra speech - in his speech a couple days ago - quoted on this page - it was mentioned - the dems - the opposition - the people that are not us - have - this or that - cant remember what the first part is - but trump at some point says - we have wisconsin - in the context of the speech it is implied to mean a reference to winning the state of wi - in the 2016 election - hes saying - scoreboard - im winning wi - what hes really saying is - we - you and me - the people in this room - are going to prevail in the conflict regarding my case - the rico trial scrp - the counterintel inv - doubling down on the rico case - what hes saying is we are going to win - we are going to defeat dennis delaney and anyone that would want to help him - because we have wi - badgers - mi - thats what hes saying - thats what i took from it and i dont think im wrong - thats exactly how the people in that room took it - what that means is that hes saying im willing to use mi in a judicial conflict - in a purely partisan effort to derail the case - and to put pressure on delaney - to concede and claim that all the chem and wasted time has been all one big misunderstanding - not going to happen - im not going to concede - hes saying he will use mi to prevail in a legal conflict he already lost - a trial based on the notion that mi was being misused for political reasons -

Joliet jake - scc - criminal record - chad jacobs - dont know that guy - never met this guy - claimed link to consent - jacob engels - jake as consent - ie how is everything - i found out when people run a background check for employment reasons - my name came back as a felon - have talked about this - its possible this is just a typo or something - bad luck - worth noting though - the jake thing is a strawberry link - winston - from what i understand - winston attys may sometimes be referred to as strawberrys - dont know anything about this - regardless - the thing about the criminal record - the county bldg - the jail - scrp - winston - thompson - chigop - thompson alums - greco baise vala - possible that defs claim at trial chad jacobs is link to consent - if so - ive never met that guy - never even seen him - they knew theyd lose -

Take article from todays globe - police ot and judge says - why not charge as rico - this sounds like rico - the judge is saying - i hear cases charging rico that dont sound this good - if shes saying this out loud - in public - after hearing the facts of the case - and shes questioning why the case isnt plead as rico - literally questioning the prosecutor - and he stumbles - and can only say the facts dont support it - he must be implying facts not offered into evidence that are exculpatory - which should have been mentioned - either way - defs claim I shouldnt arg rico - doj shouldnt charge rico - defs arg doj should not pursue the rico from my complaint. First response - theyre biased - second - its in my complaint - third - they win - fourth - they dont try to argue - they knew theyd lose - all this arg is after the fact - defs say lets solve this thing in court - until they lose - now wh says - lets do this thing in public - what hes saying is - no here on delaney - fudd - no hurry - indefinite detention - the dems should stage an intervention -

And note the art re insys - exec charged criminally for opioid case - bribes docs to rx known addictive substance - xa cocaine on garbage bags - doj - someone said i couldnt buy my food - and see cocaine on the floors and walls in jail - thats why i couldnt feel my hands and feet - and then they want to claim im an addict - balzekas - lots to talk about here - chant - angels - just trying to help people - vala - ni - see remarks re wi - chants of trumpence - rinkman - dennispmoore - wpp - that dude is in the power business - being able to fuck up my life - makes him look good - note links to thompson alums - chigop - greco baise vala - chamber - the chants of trumpence is a reference to clockwork orange - angels - good samaritans - xa sembler seed - addiction frame - cheney comment re spkr -

Unite the right - no here - needletrades - cellini busted - xa - cellini vala - rivkcs - karl kemme - cletus - clute - hecla - galv ports cleat - longies - ierc - ororke - obscene phone calls - gwb admin - perry homicidal threats frame - agriculture - ecole - agricolae - ffa - farm bro - fibro - farm chem - glyphosate - xa op - cunningham - heffe ron - cifa - usattys - mcds - ronde santis - swimmers - sharktopus - lincoln era gop - roddavis lincoln historian - ala - chamber ic - sd mitrovich - cits club - rudy davenport - no hurry - dennis consents - no one is making us stop - he will have to live like this until he gives up his case - until he gives us what we want - wes barr - tr sembler - bully -

5/4/19

Txgop - cornyn - cruz - tx22 - perry as agdir - agricolae - kid rock - duane johnson - i was put in jail on a charge of burglary - specifically breaking and entering - b & e - xa bennis elaine - b&e - benny and the jetts - pope benedict - ace lebrity we can get behind - dutton bonilla - sylvester lanning - thompson - edgar - reineke - thompson alums links to edgar - greco baise vala - richardhart - cellini - celletti - 404th chem - karl kemme - tx is usarec - tx22 - deps - galv - vester - rocky - sere guy - laffers - houpd - complaint sent to homicide - they knew i wasnt a terrorist - nix alums and political opponents of lbj - txgop - my moms family is related to lbj johnsons - i think - note also my dads family is somehow linked to wp - not by blood - my dads mom remarries a guy that has a son that worked at wp - dont know anything about my dads dad - for that matter dont know anything about grandmothers husband in chi - when i visited - all i understand is what other people seem to imply - indirectly - i think some of that talk is overstated - be that as it may - i believe that is the basis of the shark smear stuff - what thats hiding is the attack on me linked to opposition to txdems and the wp - nix fans dont like wp - txgop dont like fans of lbj - they can fuck with me and its like retaliation for the impeachment of nix - and txgop hates txdems - i honestly dont know why the people doing this to me are doing it - it doesnt matter - they are not being honest about how it started - I have been as honest as i can possibly be - it is the defendants that have continued to be completely dishonest about what has put us in this situation - the fact is they are simply unwilling to admit that what they have been doing to me is wrong - this thing has been going on a long time - longer than it should - longer than it needs to - i am committed to speaking out against the untruth of the defendants - I dont consent to addiction frame thing - its an excuse to browbeat me into giving up my case - whos extorting who - that fig leaf is getting smaller - i honestly dont know how thing ends - the people doing this to me will be exposed for what they are - understand that - lanning and rock - vest - galv - 123 oclock - sleep deprivation - haley - barber - schaive and a herr cut - ronde santis - hefferon - james elmer mitchell - sere guy - spk - spkattys - clute - cletus - herschell krustovsky - krusteil - steil - scso - sideshow bob - night mgr - 3d shift - they put me in jail - cleat galv ports - tx might muffler - cand was usmc - nabors - xa ed smith is tx - regional - and note link from delay to shim - shim factory work in tx - actually sent on job at shim factory - xa charlotte job in cape - halliburton in galv - cheney - scooter - razor scooter - schaive and a herr cutt - crazy pete hoekstra - zito link to ovp - cellnet - meters - bunn - sangamo meters - the nix link - targeting me is seen as payback for impeachment of nix - nix alums - cheney - rummy - copeland - fox ailes - simpsons - team mack - lemon tree - san clemente - while at loft - link to san clemente - loft girl - loft was radicalization frame - terr frame - xa bunn in oc - bunn at nursing home mulvaney - the 2franks - mcds poison is real - note mcds links - and execs - go away - legoland - judgement against mcds carlyle held in esgrow - remititur - schaive and a herr cutt - leggo my eggo - whos extorting who - the stuff on sere guy - rach - 123 oclock - happy days - political campaigns - advertising - wpp - pr - elections - burson - altria - winston - thompson - note esp what happened with judgement re tobacco - politics and doj - see how that works - same thing has happened to me - note slugger in the ussen - and rauner kingmaker - mel sembler - seed - addiction frame - chants of trumpence - kurtz is new guy at usccb - wojcicki is at sherriffs - cle wife picks austin as adj gen - hes ierc - ierc - airc onditioning - rett - atl - airborne - sjh - spfldconsulting - shg - shgcoaches - shgfootball - chi mckenna - big shoulders - gregory goes to dc - from atl - alton dio - stl - alton belle - saved by the bell - shs - centaurs - ackermann senterfitt - duane gibson - terry nelson - swift and blessing - kjell bc04 - ilgop - chi chamber - huizenga - servicemaster - franchises - chem - lon - wolfman - cheney - lonewolf frame - mace paolino - garbage - burson - cheney - joliet morning star - rpg gods - stl mi - 10th mi - roth dragoo - ilfopngaoi - gnuteck is right - dirt - mrt - roger stone is nix - jacob engels - bullhorn - ftl - berc - breck girl - perc - security guards - vala - perc - ierc - rice - arroz - war - sleep deprivation - night owls - hair falling out in ftl - urinary tract infection - reineke - wpp - ilgop - h/k - spflconsulting - scb - scso - rico - 1983 - equal protection - due process - 42 usc 241/242 - i was right - there are wrong - they cant admit what they did - what they are doing - they cant stop - the po is upside down on this thing - that fig leaf is going to get smaller - im making it samller - the maga hat means this - make the ag - into ga - reverse the the course of the ag - flip the ag - blow up my case from the inside - like tobacco -

5/6

wayne says - hes being extorted -

(1.) you cant pay me to stop talking about what youre doing to me (2.) Im not asking

you watch everything i do - you read this site - ive been saying what ive been saying for a long time - you should stop doing this to me - im making the fig leaf smaller

5/10

nratv - dana loesch is from stl - and she's tea party - xa tea party links to Roth dragoo - police - rauner - wojcicki at sheriffs - ilfopngaoi - stl casino - and alton did - Gregory goes to stl - then just moved to dc - xa reineke goes to dc - wpp - not punished - they are being rewarded - cheney is ldrshp - riggleman gets nom - butler is ldrshp - spfld tea party would know stl - spfld is often more aligned w/ stl - only 90min - many cards fans in spfld - note esp rauner - ovp - cellnet - chigop - gidwitz - zito Dr Pepper - creepers - guards - perc - breck girl - ierc - Pompeo - ecole - tileman - coline - ecole - koch eCole - consent - ipi - kochs - campo - Blankenship - 96 sd conv - ii - ayes - consent - raise - silly - eyes - crep - nix alums - hate wp - eyeglasses - retal - gray - shark smear - they knew they'd lose - links to the po - scso - isp - mental health frame - "treatment" - sideshow bob - 3d shift - steil - krusteil - 123 o'clock - happy days - elections - pols - lobsters - team mack - team nix - swimmers - Samuel Charles - Pompey - kochs - 2p - toupee - Lincoln era gop - bommarito - delay - stl - ipi - mustache - ole - celletti - ing - 404th chem - how to train your dragon - they knew I wasn't a terrorist - they knew I wasn't a drug addict or an alcoholic - they knew I wasn't a pedophile - they knew I wasn't an arsonist - they knew they'd lose all along - unite the right - unite here - no hurry

5/14

voice recorder wont work - files wont record - recorder says all files full and wont let me create new file - defecation stim in public - and pain to rt heel has been worse and more often - google site wont upload old files - and as im here trying to do that old files have been taken off the recorder - files that were on the recorder this morning are gone - will have to start paper notes - lots of people following me around this morning - while the defecation stim - started new sites on instagram - tumblr - imgur - trying to link up old stuff from google pages

5/15

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x5O-KlEIKqmQ43vQTR9TVBx0oaQrY_1QycpCLqcwcAo/edit?usp=sharing

5/16

May2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TD2ha7oDnX6P4pvjGl3oCsTOhGPHKl1M/view?usp=sharing

apr2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1biGC3E_S4iTRm1p10QeRIJr543M3r3iG/view?usp=sharing

Mar2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1O6cB86XKHiTqmB0u_mf6zVxTAJtQ3JCb/view?usp=sharing

Feb 2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JXQ7CggTuIptEnhgOVv-mcmqWw-OtSht/view?usp=sharing

Jan 2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1r8oAfMV7DCrJzXqq8VnOpTn0s-WiyFmU/view?usp=sharing

Dec2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Pb0i4vrKz6E1QVTi1YvBSWuwObH3ofox/view?usp=sharing

Nov2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-ReQvHMEDZR5LwY2Y6DCKyTrL20NEKEo/view?usp=sharing

Oct2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QUDBrM6O42x8lwdJ6hVUbdHx-CgbLDTO/view?usp=sharing

Sept2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CozkcWmqnxOIVuadts_ke30WQJNZnerp/view?usp=sharing

Aug2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JyfNxV5rkOsqCTxQBR_CC02_mzRMDl_C/view?usp=sharing

This is the site from dwdelaney - jul 2018

https://sites.google.com/site/dwdelaneyjul2018/

jun 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1t8C6JQ3sQk7hDllKp-Edq36qiaUaj-32?usp=sharing

tried not doing the page to see if it would change anything. it didn't. feb-jun

voice recorder didn't work. got a different vr. has the time on the file number

may 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1FlbxfEevg-88Oh5udcK4SV0NOmoNJKxj?usp=sharing

apr 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1gWawBtgOWzkBq5vFY3iNpEug3gwOgeiU?usp=sharing

mar 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Z5AYTEr0hdS_Ia7s5zAESM56vzhUANUj?usp=sharing

flickr

https://www.flickr.com/gp/151524170@N03/Z69op5

https://www.flickr.com/gp/151524170@N03/n84JsE

Wordpress site at - https://www.dwdelaney.wordpress.com

flickr site - flickr - https://www.flickr.com/photos/151524170@N03/ Medium site is at - this is the initial post - “2/22” https://medium.com/@dwdelaney/2-22-17ba9a027575 Mediafire - havent had to use this yet - folders are empty Mediafire - link to audio - voice recorder https://www.mediafire.com/folder/p2ckxcctksa4v/Music Mediafire - link to video - https://www.mediafire.com/folder/2u9704u2chhc9/Videos

Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/dwdelaney/?hl=en

Youtube site has videos of voice recorder

https://youtu.be/X2EU1lCVlrE

And see for list - https://m.youtube.com/user/dwdelaney

This is a similar link https://www.youtube.com/user/dwdelaney

Imgur - https://imgur.com/user/dwdelaney

Google photos - https://photos.google.com/?tab=oq&pageId=none

5/18

saw the instagram page for the natl rev -

dont know where to start - if there was any question in my mind - as to exactly what is going on here - it is gone

i am linking to it here -

https://www.instagram.com/nationalreview/

lets try not to pretend now - are you still certain you want to argue that youre just trying to help me out

how stupid do you think i am - you should have stopped this a long time ago -

go bruins

haspel video - of me - was called shapel show - funny - laffers

5/19 -

tried starting some new social media sites - they require ph nos - twitter and myspace had someone that used my email address - [email protected] - so i couldnt use my gmail acct acct to establish an acct with the social media site - they require an email - or phone - or both - someone used my gmail addr - i havent tried to start a myspace or twitter acct - i bet theres a word for that - but something doesnt seem right -

5/20

My name is dennis. I have been writing about a large group of people making my life miserable. It is the worst kept secret in america. I have paper notes written from about 15 yrs ago and the google site itself is around 10 yrs old. it is thousands of pages in text and includes audio notes and images as well as some video which is listed on youtube. there are slightly more than 400 or so different sites and the most recent sites are at monthly site addresses, ie may2019. the specific site of the most recent site is at https://sites.google.com/site/dwdelaney/may2019 and the first site is at https://sites.google.com/site/dwdelaney/ . I ve tried to get peoples attention with the site and had hoped it might stop the people that are doing this to me to stop, it hasnt. lots of other sites, wordpress, flickr, tumblr, google photos, instagram. I had mistakenly thought i could shame them into stopping. I cannot. please help me.

5/21

im starting to have more problems with computers. people posting things to my social media sites. i delete and block and have had problems keeping the stuff off the screen. i guess some of that would be typical. in my situation though, i have things change - on screen - as im loking at it. they stole my tablet a couple weeks ago. i lost all my emails around 2005, after i left spk. started new email in 2005. thats why the emails start then. there are gaps in the voice recorder where the recorder didnt work and things were lost. my life has been about the same the whole time. seems like the pain is going up lately, esp to right heel. the ability to cause pain in very specific places shows an expertise in creating pain. dont tell me i consent and then prevent me from saying that i dont.

they did it again - i spent all afternoon sending articles to my email - they showed up on my screen and then they disappeared. there were only a couple left - i posted those - note esp kochs are manufacturing - baise - mark denzler - note link b/t rauner and paprocki - mel sembler- kingmakers - wojcicki - wojcicki and albanese - links to mgraw - mckenna chigop - mcds - - theyll show up later - big picture on stuff from today - kochs change website - yesterday - adopt different language - try to distance themselves from elected gop - other stuff gone - gregory in dc - black caths - knights of peter claver - note esp link b/t rauner and paprocki - and paprocki and ipi - gentlemen - mustache - campo - yrs - kochs and wichita - schockers - aaron schock - cross hairs - skinner box - team lift - nicky haley - 123 oclock - haley barber - oh yeah - pompeo in wichita - sylvanus partners - forced air - resurgens - able cravens - manufacturing - facio - maga - facio us - change the ag - kochs run ipi along w/ altria thompson - ipi is scrp - ierc - tea party - scb - scso - ilgop - caths are sheriffs - wojcicki - note wojcicki link to ilsen - furman schuh - furman milburn - liuna - industrial chem - street sweepers - see site at furmanmilburn - ima - baise bails for ii - mckenna bails for london - watch where the people go - gregory is in dc now - reineke is in dc - note ldrshp - butler in ilga - cheney in uscong - trump himself was elected on a platform of continuing to fuck with me - i saw the natl rev instagram page on saturday - there was a picture of bill murray in the film groundhog day - what are you going to do about it dennis - no hurry on dennis - ive been saying what ive been saying for a long time - im not trying to pretend to be something im not - its the defs that are pretending to be something theyre not - somebody should have stopped this a long time ago - i shouldnt have to do this - theres violence on both sides - we think the pres has full second ammendment authority to do whatever he wants - schaive and a herr cutt - ronde santis - whos extorting who

5/24

Invest in what you know -

Coppers first -

Addiction frame - the po -

5/24

Ive tried everything i can think of. I cant get an acct on twitter or snapchat or some of the other sites because i dont have a phone. I dont have a phone because i dont have any money. Ive been as clear and loud as i can possibly be. What ive been saying, ive been saying for along time. From what i understand, the defs are using the addiction frame as an excuse to make me live like this. They know it isnt true. I know it isnt true. The defs believe it doesnt need to be true in order to justify doing this to me. Ive written on this a lot, and for along time. I dont have anything to add here thats new. Some things have changed, perhaps. Regardless i will say what ive been saying. The po - . they busted hard. They knew theyd lose all along. Car talk - theyre on tape - on they radio. Talking about hitting me with chem. Not therapy. Not medicine. They arent fooling anyone with that nonsense. The evidence was cringeworthy good. Now the defs wont abide by the judgement. Po wont enforce because they are a named party. They are on the front page of the court documents. On the defendant side. They cant even pretend to be impartial. They dont have to. You cant police the police if theres no one to enforce the judgement. Wheres those handcuffs nancy. This thing has been going way too long. Before the legal complaint, 15 yrs ago. Before the page was started 10 yrs ago. The doj has changed administrations and tried to sabotage my case by influencing my individual actions and my thought process itself. I am subject to involuntary communication, i believe, while i sleep. I think this is i am kept, not just homeless, but outdoors homeless. I have reason to believe these communications have been used to attempt to weaken my case and used in combination with other strategies i encounter in my waking hour. The cocaine on the trash bags, back when i was led to believe that buying my food would risk forfeiting my case. This was itself used to bolster the addiction frame. Its worth pointing out im not addicted to anything, including cocaine, when maybe i should be. The fact that im not is the strongest possible evidence against the defs - and their bogus addiction. I ought to be suing the rouge partisans at doj for trying to get me addicted. Like those people making money off the opioid addicts. The people doing this to are not average people. They are experts in psychology and pain. That means chemistry, pest control, medicine and chemical warfare. It is particularly troubling that i believe dod, po, dod po which is mp are involved. Note esp rel b/t pols and dod - in ing - 33rd - esp il adj gen - and links to cl&e. Note esp austin is adj gen and ierc and scrp - politically this works w/ caths as well - as a social net that means kcs - and karl kemme - karlihker - etc. the link between the po and ing/scrp is strong - keen - gillette - all the evidence on spddefendants, scsodefendants, scrping, good example is sideshow bob, the knight mgr - social nets - get aux police status - chem - boesdorfer - steil was 3d shift - when he was pulled it gives a good window into the timeline. Note how things happen in sangamon county. All the names match up. Bob is russes brother - or his kid or something. Steil is irvs boy. The arson frame lets him mobilize ffs to hit me with chem as fire prevention. The shifts are 24 hrs - so they have lots fof time - xa clutzo - pest control - chem - note esp steil goes to iema - sticfusion - xa fema and iema - extraordinary powers - and note po and addiction frame - mrt and dirt - stone in derd - nix alums - team nix - chigop - rummy as rep - h/k - huizenga - note timeline on isp addiction - mrt - starts when i get into town - blago - gnuteck - cl&e sandbags jbt - roth dragoo - teaparty - the teaparty are way into the dwdelaney fun. And they have used gov as an excuse to have me as their entertainment. Thats why i argued 1983 - due process. Equal protection. The po is in the thing big. And they wojcocki at sheriffs. That doesnt know anything about law enforcement. Hes never spent a day of his life as a cop. He edited the spfld dio newsletter - and ringeisen created a job for hin uis lobbyist. Because he knows people. Hes got clout, power that he holds personally. Note esp wojcocki is ilsen, the woman from lg. And the woj fam link to albx - albanese - who, himself is linked to mgraw the mcds mgr in town. Mgraw owned the stores where certain inds worked - sixth st - macarthur/lg - several other. Mrt and dirt was po - and note caths are specifically involved in addiction frame from spk. And that followed me to spfld - they hit me really bad in spk with chem. They also physically hit me. Some guy ive never seen before just punched me in the nose twice, broke my nose, got the xrays and everything, and a car pulls up, a door opens, he walks up to the car and gets in. i got the plate, filed a report. I cant remeber how many i have filed reports and nothing ever happens. Dont know what to think of the inginspk stuff. I think they called me a pow and did sere pychology in order to justify hitting me with dod product chem. Chemical warfare materials and tactics. For fun, how to train your dragon. And i got to put up with pictures of groundhog day on the natl rev instagram page. FU. they know the addiction frame is bogus, but i guess the wh believes it is within the power of executive branch to make up some excuse in order to keep me living like this. I can have my life back when i give up my case. Shave and a hair cut . i have been thinking about this thing all wrong. Its all one big misunderstanding, they were really just trying to help me out. What with me being an addict and all.

First, the defs watch everything i do, every footstep, listen to every word. I write the page. They read. I filed a lawsuit against exactly what they are doing, with them as named defendants. How can they possibly say i consent. And they lost. Right. Also, note that the theres an element of txgop prank here. The jail - the charge b & e. Tx fam johnson. Designated as a pow - enemy combatant - lone wolf terr - spfld radio kelm - chatham package - lon chainey - chi football - monsters of the midway - romney from bain capital - bain is chigop - wolf bane - rabbit - bunny - bunny bread - bct - bread truck drivers - lfmc - sixth st - scb - pambianco - spfld roadrunners - sjh - hic - centaurs - shs - ackerman - terry nelson - duane gibson - -brooks bros - irv - stone - suncruz - palm - charlotte - ann colder - stuck in galv - halliburton - longies - ororke - obscen phone calls - gwb admin - agag - perry homicidal threats frame - xa rice arroz - night owls - smu - american graffitti - ron howard - happy daze - 123 oclock - 4 more years - haley barber - nicky haley - mark few - mark denzler - thers also shark smear linked to dads fam. Grandma remarries someone that has an adult son that works at the post. Never met the guy. Thats what the glasses thing is about. All this was supposed to be unearthed by the counterintel inv. But that was just cover for the fact they busted so hard. They got nothing. They had to find a reason to stall. The po wont enforce. The caths run it. Note usccb and h/k - esp the time period i leave ftl for spk - and note what happens when i get back to spfld. The thing with them putting me in jail. The cocaine on the floors and walls. Thats also the psych frame. Thats why the dude from efe - sc wants to use mental illness as an excuse for “treatment”. Its chem. Designed as poison and used to make me hurt and keep me from getting sleep - lincoln era gop - jeffe ron - whigs - ipi - peeps - humint - social network - fraternal orgs - shriners - fop - unions - sports - shgfootball - esp kcs - but see also - roa - ngaoi - teaparty - note esp link b/t - ilfop and ilroa - ilfop and ngaoi - xa ilfop pence link - gregorian chant - trumpence - baiseboll - kingmakers - mel sembler - rauner - paprocki - sembler seed - ftl - principles bldg next to apt in ftl - carlyle - bush - cia - clockwork orange - vala - guards - 233mp - 33 hq guards - jeepsters - crep - airport guards - and fd - xa scso - swat - tru - cit - and see names of people linked to dirt and mrt - esp eric hall - auburn - boesdorfer - boes link to mta - jasmon - nifong - trucks - coal trucks - tx ata - tex mex - job at shim factory - ed smith is tx liuna - furman milburn - furman schuh - txgop - mighty muffler - galv usarec - deps used to do ops - wal emps - note esp dunks spkr at conv for trademark - takes opportunity to spk to state that their largest competitor is political. Unsolicited on the topic, former bain emp says be happy. That has a very specific meaning for some readers - xa wal - omnimedia - terry nelson - duane gibson - bc04 - kjell - swift - blessing - ilgop - xa carlyle - txgop - dutton - bonilla - charles s dutton - the cover of the natl rev features - duane - the rock - johnson - txgop prank - not treatment - trick - xa aches - hh’s - jc - chamber - bob has a gavel collection - chamber ic - xa chamber trucks - mta - the addiction thing is like all the other stuff - all whisper campaign. No one says anything to me. I wrote up a website on wordpress - 953 - just on consent - they know i dont consent. Theyre not trying to listen. They dont have to. It doesnt matter. There is nothing i can say or do thats going to make them stop. Its not about addiction. They needed time to stall. Time too marginalize me. They can claim they killed my grandparents. They can claim im a ntional security threat. The fact is they dont have to prove any of this stuff. They knew theyd lose. And after they lost, they knew they would keep me living exactly the same way for as long as they wanted. It never made any difference. They joke about the whole thing - which is exactly what put them in this spot from the beginning. They cant admit what they did in sangamon county. To me. Then they followed me to florida, washington state, tx, and ive been in lots of different states now. They cant admit that they have been wrong. And as long as they dont have to - they wont. What they are doing to me is wrong. They know it. Or they should know it. They cant stop. Who is going to be the first person to blow this story up - because its coming - this is the worst kept secret in america. Its coming

5/29

Comment text for thingsarenotastheyappear image - lunar -

Addiction frame - political power - dennispmoore - wpp - louisville slugger - h/k

I filed a lawsuit against these people. And, i think they lost. It doesnt matter. They are too powerful. They own the police. They cant admit that what they have doing to me was and is wrong. They have constructed this fantasyland where they are helping me, with some lie about an addiction to something. They say im addicted to alcohol and cocaine and other drugs. Im also a pedophile and a terrorist and an arsonist, the list is long. These lies have been used as an excuse to mobilize against me. To recruit people against me. It is also used as a purity test for people they want to hire. People they want to give power. They want people that will do their bidding, regardless of the law, or any sense of responsibility. Ive already talked about this on the site that begins with the image i have posted above.

The lawsuit i filed talks about misuse of authority. Due process violations and equal protection under the law. Things i dont get. And should. I should be eligilble for protection like others. They knew i wasnt a terrorist. At the highest levels. They know the addiction frame is bogus. Everyone else knows it too. it s the worst kept secret in america. The lawsuit also talks about rico. For a number of reasons. I will be talking about this stuff as i update my info re 2019. My case was written 2005. Hard to believe that i still have to live like this. Hard to believe.

5/30/19

Wh believes it has the exec power to do this to me. Art 2 etc. the addiction frame, they claim is legal cover for something else. They know it isnt true. They dont need a reason to do this to me. But they are using the addiction frame. I have, the right to talk about what they are doing to me. I think thats where we are in this thing.

If they could have stopped me from saying what im saying, they would have by now. What im saying is true. Its mostly talking about different parts of my body hurting at different times. The other things i have to say are: who i think is doing this and why. These things are mentioned in a way that is intended to encourage the people doing this to me to stop.

dwdelaney

5/31/19

Text for cartalk - veritas - havent taken site because - runs into 1a issues - and cant arg civil defam - because what im saying is true - theyd have to arg on the merits - they dont want that - they lost - in court - but the wits cant speak in public - thats what the defs are betting on - thats why the po isnt enforcing - and they knew theyd lose all along - they cant even pretend to be impartial - they are named parties in the litigation. 1983 - due process - equal protection - and see esp - dod - mp - color - vigilantism - aux police - kcs - deps - usarec - note esp 233 - gillette - keen - fuel specialists - but see also corp - mcds - abe lincoln cab - wal - etc.

po is involved in mental illness frame - and addiction frame - they lost at trial - trying to argue that - based at least in part - upon recorderd communications between dispatch and squads - as well as comms b/t squads/ offcrs - and inds - phone convs in squads - as well as ind testimony - wits - addiction frame is - bo - gus - ive tried a lot of different social media sites. Google sites - dwdelaney - google photo - flickr - wordpress - medium - instagram - imgur - tumblr - youtube - I cant access the sites that require a phone like twitter, facebook etc. I cant even get an “obamaphone” because im homeless and my id wont register when i try to apply. I have try to say that i dont consent as loudly and as often as i can. They know its bogus. But you see the new statue in front of the alplm and the cover on the natl rev and you hear wh flacks say they think the pres can continue doing whats hes doing under article 2 exec power. It has been suggested that the doj picked up my case as a civil rts case and they won. Then i guess a new admin comes in and wants to blow up my case as its being appealed. Defs lose all appeals. Po and gop wont stop. They want to stall out and force me to concede consent. Schaive and a haircut - they might have some legal authority to do this to me. I dont understand how thats possible. I dont understand how i can be forced to live like this. It should stop. Ive been trying to say that. Someones not trying to hear me.

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