#corruption

[gwaynesprincess]

Corruption - Chapter Two

Summary: You sneak out to the Street of Silk, unaware of the perils that wait for you there. Upon realizing that you are not in your chambers, your brothers decide to search for you. 

Content: NSFW, incest, attempted rape, groping, brothels, sex workers, depictions of sex acts, murder

Words: 3.2K

Note: I implore you to read the content warnings. Thank you to @darktrashsoulbear for being my beta! 💚

The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, night fell and it was time for you to sneak out. After eating dinner, you told your mother that you had a headache and excused yourself to your chambers. Once you had closed the doors to your room, you quickly hurried over to your vanity, where you had stashed a shirt, a pair of trousers, a cap, and a pair of leather boots that you had procured earlier that day. These new clothes were rough, far more rough than the silken gowns that you were accustomed to. You quickly removed your dress, slip, and stockings, replacing them with the clothing of the smallfolk. You were careful to tuck your blonde locks into the cap, not wanting anyone to recognize you, for it would be scandalous if a princess were discovered in a brothel. 

Once you were confident that you could slip through the city unnoticed, you grabbed a small pouch of coins and crept over to your door. “Ser Rickard?” 

The knight stood on the other side of your doors, guarding your chambers, as he did every night. “Princess? What is the matter?” 

“I would like some lemon cakes,” you said lightly. “Could you please fetch me a plate?” 

Ser Rickard sighed. “Princess, that is not my charge.” 

“Please?” you begged, praying that the knight’s gentle affection for you would win out. “Please, Ser Rickard? Could you at least fetch a handmaiden who could bring me some?” 

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled. “I suppose, Princess. I shall return in a moment.” 

“Thank you, Ser Rickard,” you said. You hoped that he would not be upset upon discovering your deception, but you would rather sneak away than order him to leave. You listened carefully, excitement swirling in your stomach as his footsteps faded. 

Once you were certain that he was gone, you quickly slipped out of your chambers, dashing down the corridor as the doors closed behind you. With any luck, you would have an easy time sneaking out of the Red Keep. You smiled as you hurried through the stone hallways, eager to discover the truth about your feelings for your brothers. 

–

When Aegon approached your chambers, he was surprised to discover that Ser Rickard Thorne was no longer standing outside of your room. He was also rather irritated to see Aemond also approaching. “Brother,” he said flatly, hoping that his tone conveyed his displeasure. 

Aemond hummed in response. “What brings you here, Aegon? ‘Tis no doubt the urge to defile our sister.” 

Aegon smirked. “Bold words coming from you. Mother may not be aware of your desires, but I know that you covet our sweet sister.” Aemond’s expression was perfectly still, almost as though it were carved from stone. Aegon had always secretly believed that a statue of his brother would be magnificent, though he would never tell a soul. 

“I came to check on her,” Aemond said coolly. “She fell ill at dinner.” 

Aegon rolled his eyes. “I am well aware, as I, too, am here to check on her.” He observed his brother, watching Aemond catch his meaning: both of them were there for the same reason, and they would both insist that reason was innocent even though it most certainly was not. 

Aemond fixed his brother with a cold look. “Yet I do not trust your intentions with her.” 

Aegon snorted. “You may refrain from indulging in her because of your fucking honor, but I promise that I have my own reasons, and my resolve is as firm as yours.” Of course, his resolve was waning. He found himself wanting you more and more with each passing moment, and he needed something to temporarily satisfy himself. He was desperate to touch you, even if it would be innocent and not in the manner that he truly desired. But now, Aemond was getting in his way of even some small relief. 

To his surprise, his brother seized him and pinned him to the stone wall, anger marking his face. “And that,” Aemond hissed, “is exactly why I do not trust you. My resolve hangs by a thread.” 

Aegon giggled at his brother’s outrage. “It must be so difficult for you, struggling to maintain your proper air when all you desire is to bury your cock in our little sister’s cunt.” 

“You have no idea what I feel for her,” Aemond snarled. “It is beyond your comprehension. I want more than to fuck her, because I care for her in ways that you will never understand.” 

“You misjudge me, Brother,” Aegon spat. “You and every other person who lives, you all believe that I think only with my cock. I care for her as well, for she is the only pure being in this wretched world.” 

Aemond’s grip relaxed as a pained look spread across his face. “And neither of us will ever have her,” he said quietly, “for she will be married off to and defiled by some lord in order to ensure our family’s survival.” 

“‘Tis agony,” Aegon said lowly. “I desire her so, but I cannot bring myself to take her. I spend every waking moment thinking of her, desperate for any affection that she can bestow upon me, even if it be only platonic.” 

Aemond hummed, expressing that he shared the same feelings. “I know that she cannot give me what I yearn for, so I take comfort in doting on her instead. She is precious to me, even if she does not understand my twisted desires.” 

Aegon sighed. Speaking with his brother made him feel better and worse at the same time. At least someone shared his pain, but it was becoming borderline unbearable to exist without being able to tell you what he felt for you. He glanced at the doors to your chambers. “Perhaps we could merely check on her. Though I suppose she is likely either asleep or well aware that we are out here, squabbling like children.” 

Aemond smiled thinly, raising his fist and knocking gently on the wood. When there was no response, he frowned and tried again, more firmly this time. 

A thin mist of worry clouded Aegon’s mind as he also knocked. “Sister?” he called. 

No response. Aemond hummed darkly as he glanced up and down the corridor. “Ser Rickard ought to be here, yet he is not.” 

Aegon fiddled with the doors for a moment, then abandoned subtlety and opened them. He half expected Aemond to protest something about it being improper, but his younger brother entered your chambers without a word, clearly placing a higher value on your protection than on propriety. 

Your chambers were deserted, the dress and stockings that you had worn that day lying on the chair near your vanity. Aemond quickly approached them, tracing his fingers over the fabric. “Still warm,” he said lowly. “She has been here recently.” 

Aegon glanced at the screen where you usually changed your clothes. “And yet her sleeping gown is still here.” 

The brothers exchanged a look, then swiftly headed for the doors to your chambers. They did not know where you had gone, but they certainly intended to find out. 

–

Even from outside the brothel, you could hear an erotic slew of noises. Still, the sounds could not sufficiently prepare you for the sight that you were met with when you entered the establishment. Everywhere you looked, naked bodies writhed about, shamelessly embracing the pleasure that consumed them. 

Suddenly, a delicate hand landed on your shoulder. You turned quickly; in front of you, glancing at you through hooded eyes, was a woman barely clad in a skimpy silk gown. “May I be of service to you, my lord?” she asked lowly, her voice dripping with lust. Your eyes widened in surprise; she gasped, evidently recognizing you. “Apologies, Princess!” she said hurriedly. 

You shook your head quickly, desperate to keep your identity secret. “No!” you whispered. “No one may know that I am here!” 

She glanced around, her pale gray eyes twinkling as an amused smirk reached her lips. “Princess, this is hardly the place for a lady who wishes to be discreet. It is also certainly not the place for a princess.” 

Your face burned at her words. Perhaps your disguise was not as good as you had thought. But if you would not be able to discreetly observe the carnal actions of others, maybe she would be able to aid you. “There are things that I need to know,” you said nervously, “things which I do not understand.” 

She arched her brow at you, clearly understanding the meaning behind your words. “If that be your wish, Princess, then follow me.” 

You anxiously fiddled with your hands as you followed her through the pleasure house. All around you, there were incomprehensible things being done. You saw a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock as he pushed it down her throat. There was a man busily thrusting into a woman, her legs thrown over his shoulders in what must have been a painful position. Two men shared a woman, one busily fucking her cunt while the other took her arse. And finally, there was a woman writhing around, a man’s head buried between her thighs. You did not understand how these people knew to act like this, nor how they felt such evident pleasure, as it was etched on their faces as they screamed in bliss. 

Finally, the woman led you into a secluded corner of the brothel. She pulled a curtain back, revealing another woman, one who was clearly busy entertaining a young man. Your eyes were wide as you took in the way that she gently swished her hips, pulling the young man closer and closer to the embrace of pleasure. When she realized that she was being interrupted, she glanced in your direction. “Saera, I shall be with you shortly. This young man has paid well, and I intend to make the most of his time.” 

The woman next to you, Saera, took a step forwards, her ink-black hair a long curtain down to her waist. “Madame Sylvi, I’m afraid that it is urgent. We have company.” 

Madame Sylvi glanced at you again, realization striking her as she quickly dismounted the young man. “Apologies, Princess,” she said, picking up a robe to cover herself. “How may we be of service?” 

You stared at the young man, who was writhing about in apparent distress, his cock swollen and hard between his legs. You had seen a cock before, having grown up in the Red Keep, but it was different to see one now. He looked like he was in pain, and it reminded you of the way that you would ache between your legs if you spent too long alone with your brothers. 

Madame Sylvi followed your gaze to the young man. “Saera, see that he is taken care of.” Saera nodded, escorting him out of the room, leaving you alone with the madame. “What can I do for you, Princess?” You nervously fidgeted. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. You had no idea how to explain the situation, and what if your mother somehow found out that you were here? “Do you seek a lover?” The madame asked, gesturing for you to sit down. “I have several young men who could tend to your needs. Or women, if you prefer.” You recoiled at her suggestion; she laughed. “Or not.” 

“I do not want a lover,” you said stiffly. You knew that your maidenhead was extremely valuable, as your hand was coveted by several lords. “I-I do not know what I want.” 

She studied you, her gaze curious. “Do your brothers know that you are here?” 

“No!” you said quickly. “They cannot know!” 

She pursed her lips. “It is dangerous for you to be here alone. I cannot guarantee your safety, Princess. You ought to have asked them to accompany you here, as they both know their way around.” 

You blinked in surprise. You knew that Aegon frequented the Street of Silk, but Aemond? He was usually so reserved, always careful to be the perfect son, the dutiful contrast to Aegon’s indulgences. “Aemond comes here?” 

An unreadable look crossed the madame’s face. “They both frequent this establishment, although your eldest brother is known to visit other brothels as well.” She smiled thinly. “The eldest prince is known to favor bastards with pale hair, not unlike your own.” 

Your cheeks warmed at the thought. Was it possible that he was imagining that the whores he fucked were you? “I did not know,” you said, not meeting her gaze. 

“Your other brother stares at them as well, though he does not partake,” she continued. “But his…desires…are far different than would be expected.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

She shook her head. “The secrets of my trade are not to be freely shared, even with you, Princess.” She smiled thinly. “All that you need to know is that both of your brothers are skilled lovers, though their unique taste for affection would discourage many.” 

A strange feeling settled in your stomach at the thought of your brothers engaging in carnal acts with women. What did she mean when she said that they are skilled? Wasn’t intercourse supposed to be dreadfully painful for the woman? Helaena’s fear had led her to become a septa, and you were well aware of your mother’s dislike of lying in her marital bed. You squeezed your legs together, attempting to dissuade the ache that was beginning to settle between your thighs. “I do not understand,” you said, shame burning your cheeks as you met Madame Sylvi’s gaze. “When you say that my brothers are skilled, what does that mean? Do they reproduce successfully?” Perhaps that was what she meant, that both of your brothers were highly capable of impregnating women. 

A smile formed on the madame’s lips. “Oh, you innocent thing. Do you not know what it is to be satisfied? Are you incapable of tending to the ache between your thighs?” You gasped in surprise. How did she know? She laughed. “And you crave your brothers, do you not?” Shame burned your cheeks as you slowly nodded. “Though the appeal of your Targaryen customs is lost on me, I do imagine that you will soon be extremely well-satisfied.” 

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back, revealing Saera once again. “Madame Sylvi, they are here. Both of them.” 

The madame smiled at you. “Perhaps you will be satisfied even sooner than I had anticipated.” She rose and began to follow Saera out of the room, turning to close the curtain. “Wait here, Princess.” 

Anticipation buzzed inside of you. Were your brothers here? Were they going to tend to the horrible ache between your thighs, which was worsening with every passing minute? You clenched your legs again as you stared at the walls, which were covered in murals depicting various sinful acts. In one, a man’s head was buried between a woman’s thighs. Was he kissing her down there? What in the Seven Hells could be pleasurable about that? 

The curtain opened with a swish, and you turned, eager to see your brothers. But it was not your brothers who stood there, nor was it Madame Sylvi or Saera. 

“What do we have here?” the man slurred, smelling strongly of wine. “A little princess, all lost and alone?” He stumbled towards you, drunkenly clambering on top of you. 

You quickly pushed him away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Please, do not touch me.” 

Fear began to seep into your heart as he laughed. “And who will stop me?” He grabbed your leg, his grip bruising, and dragged you towards him. You tried to kick him, only for him to easily bat your foot away and lie down on top of you, his weight crushing you as you froze in terror. “Princess’ maidenhead, perhaps the most valuable cunt in the Realm,” he mused, burying his face in your neck and licking your skin. 

Your senses came rushing back to you at the gross sensation of his tongue and you screamed, thrashing about and desperately trying to get him off of you. “Please!” you sobbed. “Please, do not hurt me!” 

Tears spilled out of your eyes as he laughed cruelly, bringing a hand to your chest and roughly groping your breasts. “Nobody will hear you scream, Princess.” You couldn’t breathe, nor could you think. You desperately needed him to stop touching you, but he was far stronger than you were. You screamed again; he clamped one hand over your mouth as the other began to work the laces of your trousers. “Shut the fuck up,” he spat; you bit his hand. He snarled in pain, then harshly smacked you across the face. “You fucking whore.” 

Suddenly, the curtains were wrenched open. You burst into sobs at the sight of Aegon and Aemond, terrified that they would be angry with you. The man scrambled off of you, but you already knew that any apology he could conjure up would be futile. You tearfully crawled away from him, whimpering as Aegon hurried to your side. “Fucking kill him,” your brother snarled, pulling you into his arms as you sobbed. “Oh, sweet sister,” he whispered, his tone far gentler as he slowly pulled off your cap and began to stroke your hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, desperately clutching at Aegon’s doublet. “I’m so sorry.” 

He gently shushed you, rocking your trembling body. “‘Tis alright, for you are safe now. All is well.” 

Aemond appeared on your other side, hesitantly taking your hand. “Aegon is right,” he said quietly. “You are safe now. Nothing bad will happen to you, so long as you are with us.” 

You nodded slowly, sniffling and squeezing Aemond’s hand, which was wet and sticky. You glanced at it, confused, then gasped when you realized that it was coated in blood. “Aemond, are you hurt?” you asked, panic returning to you. 

He smiled thinly. “No. But ‘tis sweet of you to ask.” 

You glanced over his shoulder, a strange sense of peace settling over you when you saw the lifeless, bloody remains of the other man. “You killed him for me,” you said, your voice faint. 

Aemond gently cupped your face in his large hands. “Oh, sweet sister. For you, I would do much more than kill a man.” He glanced at Aegon, then back to you. “We both would.” 

A lovely warm feeling bloomed in your chest at his words. Your brothers cared deeply for you, that much was evident. You hoped that they also desired you, as you were now quite confident that you desperately longed for them to do horribly sinful things to you. You had always loved them as your brothers, but now, as Aegon picked you up and carried you out of the brothel with Aemond at his side, hand on the hilt of his sword, you wondered if your affection had always been a repressed form of depraved adoration.

[brightest-stars-if]

hello author 👋🏻. Do you have any advice for readers who would want to play a low corruption MC and high corruption Lux route in regard to choices? I know you said it would be hard so I was just curious.

Im not showing you guys the corruption stats outright, because I want for players to figure it out their corruption levels while they go along.

However, if you want a low corruption MC with a high corruption Lux, you have to a) have your MC be upset at moral failures and b) not hold Lux accountable for their own moral failures. So for example, if Lux kicks a puppy in front of you, you’d have to be upset by it, but forgive them too easily and not cause them to think, “Why shouldn’t I kick a puppy.”

Hopefully this makes sense, I’m super sleep deprived rn so it might not make any at all.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

After the federal government said Thursday it would make significant cuts to its immigration levels, Alberta responded that Ottawa's plan doesn't go far enough. Ottawa announced it will cut the number of new permanent residents from 485,000 projected for this year to 395,000 in 2025, with further cuts down to 380,000 in 2026 and 365,000 in 2027. It's a significant amendment to its previous plan, released in November, when Canada was expected to admit about 485,000 permanent residents this year and 500,000 in both 2025 and 2026. The new strategy sets out to relieve pressures on the housing market and to stabilize population growth across the country, according to federal Immigration Minister Marc Miller. [...]

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Tagging: @vague-humanoid, @newsfromstolenland

[philosophybits]

What so pure as some of the morals, included in some theological system? What so corrupt as some of the practices, to which these systems give rise?

David Hume, The Natural History of Religion

[topazillustrates]

Falsification AU || Pages 106

REBLOG ONLY

Steven must confront the gems once again but will it turn out better this time? Mod Note:

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[tinyperson00]

Have an absolutely chaotic mess of a corruption chuuya doodle I made today during class

Probably won't ever turn this into a full drawing, but it's fun to just doodle/sketch stuff out every now and then lol

maybe I'll post a poll later to see if anyone wants me to finish it

[1968bullittmustang]

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2024/11/15/republican-ads-false-flag/

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Inside the Republican false-flag effort to turn off Kamala Harris voters

A multipronged dark money effort by advisers to Elon Musk targeted liberals, Jews, Muslims and Black voters with ads that were not quite what they seemed.

Muslims in Michigan began seeing pro-Israel ads this fall praising Vice President Kamala Harris for marrying a Jewish man and backing the Jewish state. Jews in Pennsylvania, meanwhile, saw ads from the same group with the opposite message: Harris wanted to stop U.S. arms shipments to Israel.

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Another group promoted “Kamala’s bold progressive agenda” to conservative-leaning Donald Trump voters, while a third filled the phones of young liberals with videos about how Harris had

abandoned the progressive dream. Black voters in North Carolina were told Democrats wanted to take away their menthol cigarettes, while working-class White men in the Midwest were warned that Harris would support quotas for minorities and deny them Zyn nicotine pouches.

What voters had no way of knowing at the time was that all of the ads were part of a single, $45 million effort created by political advisers to Tesla founder Elon Musk who had previously worked on the presidential campaign of Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis (R), according to a presentation about the group’s efforts obtained by The Washington Post.

The project, funded with anonymous donations, micro-targeted messages across the battleground states, often with ads that appeared to be something they were not — a tactic the organizers sometimes referred to internally as “false positives.”

With digital spots, direct mail, text messages, influencer marketing and mobile billboards, the overall project was a high-tech experiment in misdirection — an old political tactic that has been sharpened in recent decades with increasingly precise targeting techniques.

Ads tested better if Muslims felt they were seeing a message meant for Zionists, “Bernie bros” felt they were hearing from the far left, and “Zyn bros” felt they were hearing from activists who wanted “a world without gas-powered vehicles,” a ban on fracking and affordable housing for undocumented Americans — policies Harris did not actually support during her campaign.

“The worst part is Kamala Harris talks out of both sides of her mouth,” said one of the ads, which was designed by Trump supporters to look as if it was advocating for leftist priorities like “free health care” and a “break on tuition.”

The entire effort grew out of research by Building America’s Future, a conservative political nonprofit that was founded during the first Trump administration by Republican consultants Generra Peck and Phil Cox. With others at P2 Public Affairs, Peck and Cox, former advisers to DeSantis, were top strategists for a separate effort, America PAC, the super PAC funded by Musk to support Trump. Musk donated to Building America’s Future in 2022, according to a report in the Wall Street Journal. The group’s leaders have declined to comment on their donors.

Starting in February, Ryan Tyson, a former pollster for DeSantis, began holding a series of about 25 focus groups with specific communities of targeted voters, with most of the research effort focused on likely Democrats who were uncertain about voting. The goal was to figure out how to help Donald Trump win during a campaign in which Democrats were vastly outspending Republicans on digital advertising.

“Clearly, you had a White liberal demographic that hated Donald Trump. That was without question. You could see that coalition everywhere. But once you get past White progressives, every other historical demographic stronghold from the Democrats just started to drop off,” Tyson said about the effort. “What did exist was a tremendous amount of voters on the left that were disaffected. And the only persuasion question was whether they could be persuaded to vote.”

The effort worked in concert with a separate project by the Trump campaign to depress turnout for Harris — knowing that Trump would be unlikely to drastically expand his vote totals. In 2020, Trump received about 74 million votes to Joe Biden’s 81 million votes. In 2024, Trump received a little less than 76 million votes to Harris’s 72.6 million votes. In other words, Trump’s total went up slightly, while Harris dropped about 8 million votes.

“The entire goal of the campaign was to push her numbers down,” said a top Trump campaign adviser, who like others interviewed for this story spoke on the condition of anonymity to describe internal strategy.

Building America’s Future tried to focus its spending where the Trump campaign’s top advisers publicly signaled an interest, investing heavily in Muslim communities that the campaign was targeting and seeking to magnify the candidate’s appearances on podcasts with significant White male audiences.

“We studied the strategy that was put in place by Susie Wiles and Chris LaCivita and James Blair very closely,” Peck said. “And we did what outside groups can do. We tried to amplify and support the direction in which they were taking the earned and paid media.”

They also deployed multiple brands to place the ads, concealing their common origin — Future Coalition PAC, Duty to America PAC, Americans for Consumer Protection and Progress 2028, according to people involved.

Democrats grew alarmed in the final weeks of the campaign as the ads started appearing on Facebook and Google. Priorities USA, a Harris-backing super PAC, made efforts to get spots taken down from both platforms because of their deceptive nature. Google eventually struck at least one spot in which one of the Building America’s Future groups took footage from a Harris ad in Pennsylvania targeting Jews and began targeting it to Muslims with the words “This is a real Kamala Harris ad” superimposed.

Other efforts to get ads taken down were not successful. Facebook, which has pared back its ad restrictions since 2020, declined to act on a number of requests to take down ads from Progress 2028 that praised the Harris agenda while also describing policies she did not support in 2024, like mandatory gun buybacks, universal health care for undocumented immigrants and “the most progressive Green New Deal yet.”

“There is plenty of blame to go around for another election cycle riddled with misinformation online,” Priorities USA executive director Danielle Butterfield said in a statement. “Big Tech is still unwilling to hold bad actors accountable, Congress is unwilling to step in and write new rules for the 21st century, and Republicans will continue to slander and lie to voters to make their case. Because of all of this, Democrats lose, and we need to acknowledge this reality and figure out new ways to communicate with voters on today’s internet.”

The Harris campaign also responded to the spots being geo-targeted to Dearborn, Michigan, where many Muslims live, by running their own digital ads showing the vice president discussing her concern about the humanitarian crisis in Gaza.

Andrew Romeo, who led the creative strategy for Building America’s Future and also worked as a spokesman for Musk’s America PAC, said they decided to simply ignore their detractors during the campaign.

“People were upset on both sides of the aisle on it, said it was dishonest, disingenuous, we shouldn’t be running ads that look like Harris’s. But it worked and the numbers are undeniable,” Romeo said. “We had a ton of inquiries on these efforts from the media. We didn’t answer any of them. We just ran our strategy and we didn’t care what anyone said. I think that we learned from the Trump campaign in that respect.”

One part of the effort, under the banner of Americans for Consumer Protection, targeted 2.7 million voters with more than 247 million ads and 70 million video completions. That effort also advertised about Biden administration support for a ban on menthol cigarettes to Black voters in Ohio, where Republicans successfully defeated Democratic Sen. Sherrod Brown. Building America’s Future also hosted 18 events around the country, including a gathering of farmers in Pennsylvania that aimed to promote Republican Senate candidate Dave McCormick, who was projected by the Associated Press as winning that race against Sen. Bob Casey (D), who has declined to concede. A recount effort was launched Thursday.

“The key to most of our creative was homing in on the idea that the Biden-Harris administration had misplaced priorities,” the group wrote in an after-action report obtained by The Post. “Instead of banning menthols, our ads argued, Biden and Harris should be focused on lowering costs and fixing the chaos of the country.”

[eretzyisrael]

by Peter Baum

Apart from financial corruption there was moral corruption in terms of indoctrination of children being part of the Arab political agenda and Islamic ideology and all knowingly facilitated by UNWRA for all those refugees under their responsibility.  Terence Prittie and Bernard Dineen noted this in their 1973 report entitled The Double Exodus as did the noted Guardian correspondent at the time, Peter Niesewand. The 1973 report is clear and unambiguous in exposing the education curriculum’s vile antisemitic indoctrination in UNWRA run schools.

“Unfortunately, children have also been systematically taught in their schools to hate Israel and the Jewish people; UNWRA officials have admitted that there is much virulent anti – Israeli and anti -Jewish propaganda in their school text books . Five- and six-year-olds have been taught in their drawing classes to depict Israelis as monsters of cruelty and ugliness. UNWRA have not prevented the perverse political indoctrination of the very young refugees which has made a powerful contribution to the bitter and frustrated state of mind of much of the hard core of the refugee community”.

Lt. General Sir Alexander Galloway’s brief spell with UNWRA came to an abrupt end in 1952 when he was fired by the UN at the request of the Jordanian Government for saying – “The Arab states do not want to solve the refugee problem. They want to keep it an open sore, as an affront to the United Nations and as a weapon against Israel. Arab leaders don’t give a damn whether the refugees live or die’’.

If we study the financial contributions made to UNWRA, the results are startling. As at 1972 six Western nations had contributed US$ 735 million, the chief donor being the USA whereas all the five richest Arab nations combined had contributed US$ 8.5 million, a tad over one percent. Twenty-five years of western taxpayers contributing all and Arab Muslim countries ignoring the plight of their own and yet with the financial means to do so. If we extrapolate funding trends since the 1970’s to date then the percentages are not so extreme but still quite staggering. The USA is by far the largest contributor at 30 percent, the European Union, 25 per cent and Saudi around 20 per cent of total funds. Very recently many nations temporarily halted funding as a direct result of UNWRA’s contribution to terrorism in Gaza but have since, wrongly in my opinion, reinstated funding, the exception still being the USA.

In order to understand the financial perspectives of all this, a friend on Twitter or X now, who goes by the ‘Ebluemountain’ post name, statistically calculated, using the most recent UN data, that the actual UN budget is US$3.6 billion and UNWRA’s budget is US$1.6 billion. As one outstanding example the budget for Sudan is US$145 million which equates to US$2.80 per Sudanese whereas the Palestinians receive US$298 per individual – a multiple of nearly one hundred times. Palestinians are receiving 45 per cent of the UN budget Sudan less than one percent.  In reality the United Nations deems the life of a Palestinian to be one hundred times more important than a Sudanese.

[houseofbrat]

Boeing Killed A Guy!

[link]

[my-mouse-house]

hey wanna makeout for 5 hrs while I hump your leg?

[sunder-the-gold]

I have to come up with a different set of tags than usual for this, because it is not a feature unique to communism. It's just human nature.

Some speculative thinking for use by spec-fic writers or grand theory historians:

There’s a distinct cycle to ‘science’ and it’s possibly repeated several times over the course of history.

1) Smart boffins congregate in a coffeehouse and begin exchanging ideas

2) Wealthy aristocrats and investors start patronizing the boffins

3) The whole thing gets formalized into a university of sorts issuing skill recognition diplomas

4) State interests start patronizing the university and formalize the diplomas into official credentials

5) The university gets nationalized as a vital security concern for what it develops

6) An attempt is made at technocracy/meritocracy at the national scale

7) Hooking the university up to the politics results in the latter flooding the former, more than the former improving the latter

8) University credentials decay into “class 3 citizen” and “Court Poet” status recognition diplomas

9) The current name of “science” decays into a political formula

10) Smart boffins congregate somewhere else, repeating the cycle.

Next time I run a SW or 40K RPG, I might use something like this to excuse why it’s the year umpteen-thousand-and-space but technological development has stalled out - hard to sustain it long enough to advance the cutting edge and keep it advanced against the mild decay that occurs between cycles.

[markfaustus]

It’s the only way they can crash the dollar and revert the country they hate so much to Socialism.

[politijohn]

Source

[liberalsarecool]

The Swamp.

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September 2024 - Huge banners were dropped in New York City reading "F🔻CK YOU ADAMS", "NO COP CITY IN QUEENS", and "THIS MEANS WAR", against the plans of Democratic NYC Mayor (and ex-cop) Eric Adams to spend 225 million dollars on a new police training center in the city. Coincidentally, the homes and offices of the NYPD commissioner and a whole bunch of city officials appointed by Mayor Adams have been raided by the FBI this week for corruption. [link]/[link]