#created this poll just to angrily press no

[heartsandstars46]

First Christmas

Bf tasm!Peter x fem reader

Reader is stuck spending the holiday with her family, until Peter comes along and creates a special place for their first Christmas.

Some angst (family drama/pressure, feelings of unworthiness and loneliness, parents being disappointing) + fluffy comfort from Peter 🩷

Word count: 1.2k

(Thank you to everyone who voted! 🩷 All of the poll choices ended up in this one lol.)

If you’d been allowed to choose, you would have stayed in the city and spent Christmas with Peter. It was, after all, your first Christmas dating. Instead, due to the unwritten rule that everyone needs to be miserable during the holidays, you were with your family. They didn’t even know Peter existed, and normally, you were fine with that. Once you moved into the city, you felt less and less inclined to open your life up to them.

But you were second-guessing that decision now that you were alone in your childhood bedroom on Christmas Eve. Peter wasn’t answering your texts, which wasn’t exactly unusual for 11:30 at night. He had planned to visit Aunt May and now was probably out saving someone’s life, or at least their holiday. You wished he would come and save you. You felt claustrophobic standing in this time capsule devoted to the girl you used to be, when you’d had no choice but to live in the shadow of your sisters.

You stretched out on your old twin bed and felt tears slipping down your cheeks. Maybe you’d get lucky and cry yourself to sleep. Then, all you’d have to do was get through Christmas and you could go back into the city… back to Peter. 

Your bed started buzzing and your heart leapt. You fumbled your phone out of your pocket.

“Oh, thank god!”

Peter was laughing on the other end of the phone. “Hi.” But his voice kind of echoed….

You crawled out of bed and rushed to the window, and there he was. You flung open the window and practically yanked him inside. 

“Oh my god, am I happy to see you!” You said, throwing your arms around him.

“I would have been here sooner, but I wanted to wait for Aunt May to go to bed. Hey, whoa, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You hugged him tight and pressed your cheek against his chest. “So much better now. Wait, so you were planning on showing up here this whole time?”

“That was my hope. One of the perks of the web shooters, baby,” he said, firing an imaginary web at you, like a dork. “Knowing you can get anywhere at any time. Not having to worry about train schedules and taxis and doorbells and unhappy parents who don’t want you showing up looking for their daughter at 11:30 at night.” He smiled. “The web shooters are really revolutionary. I mean, forget apprehending criminals and all that, they just make sneaking into your girlfriend’s room so much easier.” He grinned down at you, you giggled up at him.

“I have never loved dating a science nerd more than at this very moment.”

“Aww!” He kissed your forehead. “So what’s wrong? What happened?”

You sighed. “Nothing, really. Nothing I shouldn’t have seen coming. I’ll just never be as brilliant as my sister the doctor, or as accomplished as my other sister, the professor and mom. ‘When are you going to stop working at that little newspaper and get a real job, honey? You’re so full of potential.’ Oh wait, I’m sorry, ‘were.’ She said, ‘You ‘were’ so full of potential.’” You looked at Peter and then flung yourself on the bed. “That’s my mom—always the best leading actress in a drama.”

Then you bolted upright. “I’m sorry, wow, that was really insensitive. At least I have my parents, like, my god.“ 

Peter sat down next to you, and you touched his cheek apologetically.

“Yeah, but what good is having your parents if they talk shit about you?” Peter shook his head angrily. “So don’t be sorry. I never really considered that my parents would actively tear me down. I was too young to know that was a possibility when they left. They just loved me. Until they didn’t.”

You squeezed his hand. “I know when this has come up before, we’ve talked about them leaving to protect you, and that being a form of love.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

You looked him in the eye. “But fuck that. They missed out on knowing their amazing, kind, genius of a son, and that is their loss. They are worse off for it.”

He smiled and kissed your hand. “Well, I don’t know what your mom’s deal is, but I know that her daughter is brilliant and gorgeous and funny, and that my life has only gotten better since the day she walked into that ‘little’ newspaper office.”

Your heart did a little flip. “Oh, here.” You scooted over to almost the edge of the bed so he would have room to lie down too.

“Thank you. Tight squeeze, huh? So this is your childhood bedroom?”

“It sure is.”

He looked around and took in the various academic certificates, trophies, and medals. “You’ve got a lot of hardware in here, girl!”

You smiled sadly. “Yeah. It’s amazing what awards can do when you have no self-esteem on your own.” You snuggled up to him and he held you, intermittently kissing the top of your head. “I wish I had a secret hiding place we could go to, to get away from all this stuff, but we’ll never fit in my tiny closet.”

Peter stared at the ceiling, and a smile began to form on his lips. “How would you feel about a canopy?”

“A canopy?”

“Yeah. Can I try something?”

“Sure, go right ahead.”

He squinted at the ceiling above your bed like he was doing equations in his mind, and then he began firing webs until he’d created a web canopy over your bed.  You laughed in amazement and delight.

“Is that okay?”

“It’s the second best Christmas present I’ve gotten—after you showing up here, of course.” You rolled over so you could kiss him, and you lay your head on his chest. “This is the Christmas I wanted,” you whispered. “Just you and me. And, bonus, a protective shield to keep everyone else out!”

Peter laughed. “Well, good. So you gave your parents the Christmas they wanted by coming home, and now you get the Christmas you wanted.”

You sighed. “I can’t wait till the whole holiday gets to be ‘the Christmas I wanted.’”

“We’ll get there.”

“We will?”

“Well, yeah. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled and kissed you. 

The grandfather clock in your living room started chiming, and you jumped slightly in Peter’s arms. 

“Yikes, I don’t miss that old thing!” You said. “But, on the plus side, it’s officially our first Christmas now.”

You shared several kisses, then Peter asked, “Heyyy, your family doesn’t get up at like 6 AM to open gifts, do they?”

“No, but I can’t make any promises about my niece and nephew.”

“Hmm. Well, even so, I could still stay here for a few hours, if you want.”

You smiled, pulling back the covers so you could both shimmy under them. “I would love that.”

You rolled onto your side, now facing away from Peter, and he wrapped his arms around you and nestled into your back. You loved being held by him so protectively, especially under your secret canopy. The fact that you didn’t have to be someone else or do anything special to become worthy of his love was a year-round gift.

The next morning, you had a hazy memory of being kissed and then rolling over onto Peter’s empty but warm side of the bed. You couldn’t wait to get back into the city that night and jump into his arms again.

[ohshcscenerios]

Find Me

Chapter Six - Choose Your Own Adventure 

Previous Poll Result: Call the Black Onion Squad

“That was Haruhi!” Kyoya shouted in anger, slamming his fist against the table. He couldn’t control his outrage and kicked an empty chair across the tiled floor, forcing it tip over beside the wall. “Someone took her!” 

His outburst simultaneously stilled the room and rudely awakened Tamaki from his drunken nap. He rose with a few groans but Mitsukuni encouraged him to keep quiet. No one knew what to say - as if there was anything they could say - and allowed the shadow king to unleash his temper. 

They could see the fear darkening Kyoya’s eyes while he angrily paced about the room. It had all happened so fast that all of his emotions were now crashing over him like a tidal wave, consuming him with regret. Within thirty minutes his fiance had been plucked from his life and thrown into immeasurable danger. 

Kyoya pulled out his cell phone and pressed a button on speed dial. He held up his finger asking for silence while the phone rang, even though the room had already been silent.

“Master Kyoya.” Tachibana greated after three rings. He sounded tired, as if he was just woken up, but that was understandable considering the late hour. 

Kyoya didn’t waste time with apologies or details, “Ready the first and second commander of the Black Onion Squad. Have them meet me at 327 Yule Street in downtown Tokyo. I want them here within thirty minutes.” Without waiting for a response he slammed the phone shut and slipped it back into his pocket. 

He turned to address his friends, “I don’t trust the local authorities to properly handle this. There are too many legal hoops they’ll have to jump through first. Haruhi might not have that much time.”

His friends nodded in agreement, even Tamaki although he was thoroughly confused by the mess he woke up to. However he could feel the negative tension in the room and knew something terrible had happened. He understood that somehow Haruhi was in danger and knew it would be best to ask questions later. 

“Takashi and I will search the area. We’ll call you if we find anything.” Mitsukuni said as he hopped down from the booth. Takashi nodded and followed his cousin outside. 

Kyoya trusted in his hired men but he trusted in his two friends even more. With two very capable and skilled martial artists scouring the area he was sure they would at least find a trail. 

That’s all Kyoya needed right now, a tip in the right direction. Anything that would allow him to face the cowards that dared to kidnap a lone women in the middle of the night. No - his woman. 

Kyoya noticed Tamaki’s confused expression but didn’t want to be bothered with having to recount the troubling details. He didn’t want to relive the heartbreaking moments while they were still burning his chest. 

“Hikaru, please tell Tamaki what’s going on,” He instructed as he turned to the door, “I’m going to wait outside.” 

He heard the faint echos of Tamaki’s gasps and cries as he walked down the hallway. 

His first and second commander arrived to the karaoke bar in twenty five minutes and although they were technically five minutes early Kyoya frowned at how long they took. He was growing more anxious by the minute but he managed to control his expressions and breathing much better than before. Now that he was speaking with his men he didn’t want to appear frantic. He needed control. 

After a brief discussion over how they should tackle the search the first commander called his right hand to organize their unit for a city-wide search. The second commander began calling their legal department to construct a search warrant that guaranteed them access anywhere they deemed necessary.

Within two hours a unit of armored soldiers marched the streets with loaded rifles slung across their chests. It was an intimidating sight that would surely spark gossip in the area but Kyoya didn’t care how they appeared. The city should consider itself lucky that he didn’t order his men into civilian homes. 

He turned over the tape recorder to the first commander and ordered that the voices be analyzed and prepared to match. It would take a week before they could start matching audio recordings so he needed it started immediately. 

Three hours into the Black Onion Squad’s area search Takashi and Mitsukuni rejoined the group in the parking lot. By this time the karaoke bar had kicked everyone out and locked their doors, unwilling to have any part of what was happening outside. Kyoya threatened to have their very lives striped to barely nothing if he later found out they were involved in any way. 

Unfortunately the pair couldn’t report any findings. They passed through every alleyway and left no fire escape or dumpster unchecked. They couldn’t find anything that would lead them to Haruhi or her kidnappers. 

Kyoya felt tears welling in his eyes, wanting to fall, but he wouldn’t allow them. He refused to cry, even though he slowly felt himself falling apart with each passing hour, he wouldn’t cry in front of his friends or his men. He needed to remain strong, if not for his team then for himself. 

The former hosts didn’t go home. They called their offices and emailed their university professors explaining they would be absent for the next few days. They didn’t care if their impromptus absences created trouble, there was more pressing matters at hand. 

They couldn’t leave their friends like this. They could see Kyoya barely holding himself together as doubt and anguish consumed him. He was trying his best to stand straight and keep a leveled expression but they could see the fear i his eyes. 

As they looked among each other they realized they all mirrored his inner turmoil. 

A few hours later the first of morning’s light began to tint the sky. Birds cooed in the distance as the crickets subsided. 

Haruhi had officially been missing for seven hours. 

Tamaki thanked a soldier as he accepted two black coffees in foam cups. He turned to find Kyoya sitting on a parking lot divider, hunched over his bent knees deep in thought, and made his way over. 

“Hey buddy, here.” Tamaki squatted down beside him on the concrete divider and offered the coffee to him. Kyoya took a deep breath and nodded slightly as he accepted it. 

Tamaki took a small sip and sighed, “I’m so sorry Kyoya. I’m so sorry this happened. It’s all my fault for choosing this place.” He kept his eyes to the ground, unable to look at his friend’s somber face. He was also terrified for Haruhi and grimaced at the thought of anyone intentionally harming her. She was so small, so fragile, that almost anyone could easily overpower her. 

That’s how she disappeared, after all. 

Kyoya nodded again, “You’re right, it is your fault for choosing this place. What were you thinking, having us come to this shit hole? I don’t care if it meets halfway between our social rankings, Haruhi is supposed to marry me in five months and she’ll soon live our lifestyle. She won’t be a commoner anymore. I don’t even consider her one now.” He took a deep breath and blew it out through his nose. “But I suppose I should have been prepared for a situation like this. It’s no secret among our families that there are enemies who loathe us.” 

Tamaki nodded and took another sip of his coffee, “Unfortunately that’s true. Our wealth and power doesn’t always protect us from everything.” 

Kyoya took a sip of his coffee, thankful for the bitter burn that washed over his tongue, and rested his forearms on his knees. “When we find her I never want to return to his place again.” 

Just as he took another sip his cellphone began ringing. 

Should he answer the call? (Click to Vote)

Once again I fell back into the cursed pattern of updating late. I apologize for my tardiness. I’d like to stick to a schedule so I can push out at least four chapters a day. 

The next update should be around 11:00pm (ETS). Poll will end one hour prior. 

[theliberaltony]

via Politics – FiveThirtyEight

Welcome to The Spin Cycle, a semi-regular look at how the impeachment inquiry is being sold to the American public by Washington-types — both those who are looking to oust the president and those looking to save him.

The most marked quality of the last three years of American political life is the sheer number of news-making events that have occurred. Those events and their aftermath can be near-impossible to keep track of.

Impeachment has only complicated things, which is impressive, since the facts of the Democrats’ inquiry into President Trump’s pressuring of Ukraine seem relatively straightforward. But of course, impeachment is a political process, not a criminal one — the founding fathers were vague about what “high crimes and misdemeanors” meant, perhaps so that generations of lawyers could earn their nut figuring it all out.

Impeachment, as it turns out, is really about politicians selling the public on the facts as they’d like them interpreted; it’s a public relations operation as much as a constitutionally-allotted power. We decided it makes sense not just to keep track of the inquiry’s pile of evidence, but to also track how politicians are interpreting that evidence and how the public responds to their spin. We are interested, in other words, in how the facts get laundered.

The facts are themselves crucially important, of course. But finding the truth in politics often means wading through ankle-deep, barnyard-sweet bullshit. The spin. The grandstanding. The press conferences in front of helicopters and flags.

So let’s be organized about this and lay things out as they are on October 11, from facts to spin to public opinion.

The inquiry’s central facts

If the Ukraine impeachment scandal was a dish of Chicken Kiev, think of these facts as the chicken breast, pounded thin under the pressure of high-wattage political scandal: On July 25, President Trump had a call with the president of Ukraine, Volodymyr Zelensky. During the call, Trump pressured Zelensky to investigate Joe Biden’s son, Hunter. Text message exchanges between Trump officials and advisors to Zelensky later revealed that the Trump administration was in negotiations to secure the investigation — the Americans dangled a visit to the White House as bait. Around the same time, the White House blocked $400 million in aid to Ukraine, suggesting that the Ukrainians may have faced additional pressure to comply with Trump’s request.

An ever-expanding cast of characters animates those central facts. There’s the CIA whistleblower whose formal complaint about Trump’s call with Zelensky allowed all of these facts to be spilled out into public view — he’s the herbed butter of the Chicken Kiev, bursting with flavorful information. (Ok, I’ll stop.) He has been followed in recent days by a new whistleblower, who reportedly has first-hand knowledge of Trump’s Ukraine interactions.

And just this week, two associates of the president’s lawyer and America’s (former) mayor, Rudy Giuliani, were arrested and indicted for violating campaign finance law. The indictment says they helped funnel foreign money to candidates for office. The men, American citizens born in eastern Europe, appeared to be part of a pressure campaign to remove the American ambassador to Ukraine — reportedly at the behest of Giuliani — from her post.

The political spin

The Democrats

The Democrats are waging a two-front war of sorts: one in the hearing rooms of the Democratic-controlled House of Representatives and the other on the 2020 campaign trail.

On the Congressional front: In her September 24 speech opening up the impeachment inquiry, Speaker Nancy Pelosi said: “The president has admitted to asking the president of Ukraine to take actions which would benefit him politically. The actions of the Trump presidency revealed dishonorable facts of betrayal of his oath of office and betrayal of our national security and betrayal of the integrity of our elections.” She was saying the president has already committed an impeachable offense and that we already have the evidence of him doing so. No spin needed.

Of course, “no spin needed, just the facts” is a spin of its own. “Every new piece of information has corroborated the basic facts, which are devastating for the president,” Rep. Sean Patrick Maloney told the Times, in a perfect demonstration of the restrained (for now) party line.

To reinforce their fact-gathering mode, on October 4, Democrats sent a subpoena notice to the White House for documents relating to the Ukraine dealings. Failure to comply, the letter said, “shall constitute evidence of obstruction.” Other administration officials have since received subpoenas, as well.

On the campaign front: Democrats running for president have caught onto the idea that the de rigueur line on impeachment is “the facts speak for themselves.” Speaking at a campaign event on October 5, Sen. Amy Klobuchar, who has run a campaign based on what she’d have you believe is a core Midwestern ethos of not rocking the boat, said, “I think that all of us believe that the evidence is there.”

Joe Biden has been slow to stir up big news when it comes to the impeachment drama, perhaps because it’s his family’s name being dragged through the scandal. But on October 9, Biden called clearly for the president to be impeached, not just to be investigated, which was further than he’d gone in his previous comments on the matter.

The Republicans

There’s a lot going on here. It started out a little messy but a couple of weeks in, the party line on the impeachment inquiry seems to have coalesced into, “It’s a partisan witch hunt!” and stall, stall, stall.

On October 8, the White House counsel wrote back to congressional Democrats’ document subpoenas with an elaborate, eight-page long “hell no.”

Calling the inquiry “constitutionally illegitimate,” the White House is refusing to cooperate. On the substance of the call with the Ukrainian president, the letter concludes, “The record clearly established that the call was completely appropriate and that there is no basis for your inquiry.” The State Department also prevented Gordon Sondland, the U.S. ambassador to the European Union and a key player in the text message exchanges, from testifying before congress.

Trump, for his part, has spent the past few days trying to normalize the call with Ukraine and his requests to a foreign government to interfere in a U.S, election by investigating one of his political rivals. Trump’s 2020 campaign has released an ad that spins the phone call as innocent and the impeachment inquiry as an effort to overturn the results of the 2016 election. His Twitter timeline is a litany of tweets about the supposedly partisan nature of the whistleblower’s complaint, making liberal use of the phrase, the “Do Nothing Democrats,” and calling for Rep. Adam Schiff, chairman of the House Intelligence Committee, to be impeached.

Perhaps the most interesting twist, though, is the mixed response of Fox News. Tucker Carlson, a fanatical Trump supporter, co-wrote a column in which he said, “Donald Trump should not have been on the phone with a foreign head of state encouraging another country to investigate his political opponent … there’s no way to spin this as a good idea.” On Oct. 10, the New York Times reported that Attorney General Bill Barr had a private meeting on October 9 with Rupert Murdoch, owner of Fox’s parent company. (“Succession” writers, take note.) The morning after the meeting, Trump tweeted angrily in a response to a Fox poll that found 51 percent of Americans think he should be impeached and removed from office. So, all is not well in the right’s political-media nexis; the inquiry is setting teeth on edge, not least the president’s.

How’s it all playing?

All in all, there’s more noise coming from the Republican side of things. For now, though, they’re not winning the public opinion battle. According to our impeachment tracker, support for impeachment has only strengthened over the past couple of weeks. At this writing, 49.3 percent of Americans support it and 43.5 percent oppose.

So for now, the Democrats’ arguments are convincing more voters than Republicans’. But I’ll be interested to see whether the White House efforts to stall and delay will create the impression that Democrats are unfairly persecuting the president. Even Republicans’ and independents’ support of impeachment has increased in recent days, though, according to the polls.

Given a Democratic debate coming up next week, it’s unlikely that Trump will have any reprieve from the talk of his impeachment. We’ll be keeping our eyes glued to his Twitter, and our ears perked for the emerging talking points.

[oliverwxod]

Trouble - Thomas Shelby

"It's almost as if you want trouble" Polly spoke to him a sense of disbelief lingering in her words. 

 Although Polly was talking about the situation he had gotten them all in with the mafia, his mind flashed to y/n at the mention of trouble, making him visibly smirk. 

 "You're unbelievable" Polly scoffed leaving Tommy's office in a huff. 

 "Poll" y/n called as she was sitting at her desk watching the woman storm angrily out of Tommy's office.

 "Yes dear?" She stopped, her anger fading as soon as she rested on y/n.

 "Send my best wishes to Michael, and I'm sorry I haven't had the time to visit, Tommy's making me do all this paper work" she sighed.

 "That's alright dear, Michael will understand, thank you y/n" she spoke before leaving. 

 "You sure know how to change someone's tune" Tommy spoke having watched the encounter. Y/n just glared up at him where he stood against the doorway to his office.

 "I'm doing you a favor" he spoke.

   "What do you mean?" She asked.

 "By making you do all this paperwork" he spoke.

 "How is this a favor exactly?" She frowned.

  "I'm keeping you out of trouble" he spoke calmly watching as she got more frustrated.

 "What kind of trouble?" 

 "The trouble you always seem to cause" he spoke as if it was obvious.

 "I don't cause trouble" she spoke frowning angrily.

 "Really? If I remember correctly, you're always getting into trouble, just last week you nearly slept with a member of the mafia before Isaiah stopped you" he spoke a hint of anger coming through.

 "I was drunk, I wouldn't have gone through with it" she blushed turning her attention to the paper work before her. 

 "You don't understand how dangerous that could have been for you" he said seriously. 

 "You don't need to lecture me again" she said "you shouldn't even care" 

 "Oh I don't care who you sleep with love, as long as it isn't someone trying to kill us all" Tommy spoke acting un-bothered. 

 "How am I meant to know who wants to kill us or not Tommy" she stated trying to defend herself as it seemed Tommy was set on attacking her.

 "Everyone wants to kill us love" he shrugged.

 "That's fucking useful then" she huffed. "What do you want me to do then? Stop hooking up with people?" 

 "Would be useful if you don't want to be killed." He said. 

 "Fuck you. I never wanted to be here anyway" she huffed. 

 She never wanted to be involved but while growing up with Finn she became best friends with him, spending all their time together. When her parents passed, Polly took it on herself to raise y/n. She were part of the Shelby family now.

 "Leave then" he spoke bluntly. 

 "I have no where to go" she glared at him.

 "I can send you to work for Mr Solomon's until all of this is sorted, you'll be safe there" 

 Y/n laughed bitterly. 

 "Ship me off for someone else to take care of, how nice of you Tommy" 

 Tommy made his way towards her desk, a deadly look in his eye. He stopped in front if her slamming his hands on to the table and making her jump but she carried on.

 "Bet you would love to get rid of me seeing how I cause so much trouble, in fact I'm sure I'd just create even more trouble if you shipped me off to Mr Solomon's. wonder if he would have the guts to fuck me instead of just watching me all day long." She spat standing up to show he didn't intimidate her.

 Tommy was a bit taken aback. He didn't realise she had noticed how his eyes always found her during the day, watching her work peacefully, watching her with lust filled eyes. 

 "You're not a slut y/n" he spoke. 

 "You always make it sound like I am" she said angrily. "Is that why you won't fuck me?"

 "I never said I wouldn't" he spoke darkly.

 "But its true" she said sadly. 

 "No it's not" he spoke.

 "Then why? Why won't you?" She spoke quietly. 

 "You're too young" he spoke his hand coming up to rest on her cheek pushing her head so she was forced to look in his eyes. "You're just a child" he said his thumb stroking along her jaw line.

 "M' not a child" she said glaring at him. "I'm an adult, stop treating me like a child." 

 She pushed Tommy's hands away before shoving him in the chest so he would back off. He grabbed her wrists tightly restricting her movements. 

 "Then stop fucking acting like one" he said voice rougher, pushing her against the wall. 

 Y/n moaned at the sudden rough impact of the wall and the feel of Tommy's front pressed against her back.

 "You're going to be the death of me" he spoke.

[newstechreviews]

Election night was not the party Trump had wanted, and he’s been complaining bitterly about it ever since—and trying undermine faith in legitimate election results along the way. As the first returns came in, high-top tables had been arranged in the East Room along with dozens of neatly arranged chairs and a podium set up for a triumphant speech in front of a field of American flags. When Trump finally came out shortly after 2 a.m. on Nov. 4 he didn’t have a victory speech loaded into the TelePrompter, but he gave one anyway.

In rambling remarks delivered largely off the cuff, Trump falsely claimed to have won the election, surprising his staff. “As far as I’m concerned, we already have won it,” Trump said in the East Room of the White House, looking away from the TelePrompter screen and toward the cameras.

Trump largely stuck to that posture on Thursday, sending his staff scrambling to keep up with his tweets to “STOP THE COUNT!”, falsely saying he’d won states like Pennsylvania and Georgia where votes were still being counted, and claiming widespread voter fraud without evidence. State and local officials run the counting of votes, and the certification of election results, not the President. Trump spent the day between his White House residence and the Oval Office and directing his campaign officials to fight the results where he was trailing Biden.

The President then appeared in the White House briefing room on Thursday evening to falsely contend that he’s being scammed out of a victory. He unspooled a litany of complaints. He blamed a conspiracy of “big media, big money and big tech,” for interfering in the election against him. He falsely called mail-in voting a “corrupt system,” when there is no evidence of wide-spread fraud. “This is the case where they’re trying to steal an election and they’re trying to rig an election,” Trump said, speaking with a scratchy voice from the podium bearing the Presidential Seal.

Evan Vucci—APWhite House Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany closes a notebook used by President Trump following his remarks on Nov. 5.

Despite calling for counting to be stopped earlier in the day, Trump used to the appearance to contradict himself, saying he wants “every legal vote counted,” but adding that “we think there’s going to be a lot of litigation.” He said again that he would challenge results to the Supreme Court, which could only happen if his legal challenges are heard and denied by lower courts. “If you count the legal votes I easily win. If you count the illegal votes they can try to steal the election from us,” Trump said, though he provided no evidence that votes had been cast or counted illegally.

“His supreme skill has always been to create a reality by bullying and creating a narrative and this is probably the first time in his life that it is not working,” says Heather Richardson, a historian at Boston College.

“He’s throwing things against the wall hoping that something sticks,” says Lauren Wright, a political scientist at Princeton University. “He figures if there is any chance he can sow enough doubt to either buy him time or get Republicans on his side or somehow sway the system to somehow start working in his favor, then it’s worth it.”

Trump’s false claims of voter fraud, which academic studies show is extremely rare in the U.S., take aim at the very foundations of the democratic system, Wright says. “The outrage surrounding it is appropriate because our democratic institutions rest on people believing our election outcomes,” says Wright.

In step with Trump’s defiant posture, his campaign has set in motion a prepared legal strategy to challenge close races, launching lawsuits in key battleground states. On Wednesday, Trump’s lawyers asked to join a pending lawsuit that is before the Supreme Court. The case, brought by the Pennsylvania GOP, is attempting to block an extension that allows lawful mail-in ballots to be counted, so long as they arrive within three days of Election Day. On Thursday, the Trump campaign filed a suit in federal court in Pennsylvania to ensure GOP poll watchers are able to monitor vote counting. The same day, Trump campaign legal challenges in Georgia and Michigan were rejected by lower courts.

At the same time, as Trump continued tweeting angrily and trying to cast doubt on the integrity of the election on social media, his campaign leadership escalated their own verbal attacks. During a call on Thursday, Trump’s campaign manager Bill Stepien agreed with the President’s baseless assessment that there is wide-spread fraud going on in the vote count. “Exactly what the President said would happen is happening,” Stepien said. “The Democrats’ lying, cheating and stealing is running rampant all over this country.” Campaign senior adviser Jason Miller warned, without evidence, of “corrupt and crooked localities that are run by partisan Democrats” that threaten to “pull a fast one on the American people.”

Declaring victory in a state or nationwide doesn’t make it true, and even Trump’s allies have called the President out on his rush to declare victory. “There’s just no basis to make that argument tonight. There just isn’t. All these votes have to be counted that are in now,” Chris Christie said on ABC News about Trump’s remarks early Wednesday morning. “I disagree with what he did.”

Sean Spicer, Trump’s first White House Press Secretary, said Thursday in an interview on SiriusXM that he hasn’t seen evidence of voter fraud on a scale large enough to effect the outcome of the race. “I haven’t seen any evidence of it. And again, I don’t think it helps his case,” Spicer said.

Other Republicans who have held their noses and put up with Trump see some solace that the Senate seems on track to remain in GOP hands and that the election wasn’t a Democratic blow-out. “People are happy that the ideas he stands for have not been repudiated,” a Trump Administration official says, adding that few who work for him see him as a great manager, unlike previous beloved Republican leaders. “It’s not the same as if Reagan had lost.”

Ultimately, Trump will fold, says the official. “He’s built an image of himself as a fighter,” the official says. “It’s a lot of bluster that will peter away in a week or two once those court battles die down,” the official says. “I don’t think people will be dragging him out of the White House in January.”

Trump’s eldest son Don Jr. spent part of the day prodding Republicans interested in running for President in four years to support Trump’s effort to fight the results. “The total lack of action from virtually all of the ‘2024 GOP hopefuls’ is pretty amazing,” Trump’s son tweeted, adding that GOP presidential hopefuls “have a perfect platform to show that they’re willing & able to fight.” President Trump, he wrote, “will fight & they can watch as usual!”

Within an hour, Arkansas Sen. Tom Cotton and former South Carolina governor and former U.S. Ambassador to the U.N. Nikki Haley both tweeted lukewarm messages about the importance of counting legally cast votes. “All votes that are *legally* cast should be counted” and there’s “NO excuse” for poll watchers to observe ballot counting, wrote Cotton, adding a link for donations to the Trump campaign’s legal defense fund.

Trump “and the American people deserve transparency & fairness as the votes are counted,” Haley wrote. “The law must be followed.”

— With reporting from Tessa Berenson

[pyjamapolitics]

4.01 News Cycle

Prescient as always, Madam Secretary opens it’s fourth season by reaffirming it will not shy away from current and pressing real world issues. Despite talking place in an alternate universe where the President of the United States is not a giant orange moron, (or f***ing moron as his Secretary of State likes to refer to him) Secretary Elizabeth McCord is confronted with the growing threat of Fake News. When a foreign official dies suspiciously during a one on one meeting with Elizabeth at the United Nations General Assembly, she becomes the subject of a Fake News story identifying her as the murderer.

‘Fake News’ is a term that is thrown around far too often in the current political climate as a catchall to dismiss any negative story. In this episode the true definition of Fake News is well illustrated and it’s danger highlighted. Disinformation has always played a role in the body politic and the world at large, but with the advent of social media it has become a prevalent and powerful tool of bad actors and ordinary citizens alike. From the Brexit referendum to the elections in the United States, France, Germany and others, Fake News and the weaponisation of information through social media have influenced people and events on an unprecedented scale. But now Fake News has evolved to become a weapon, not only of elections, but of anyone with a message to push and a platform from which to push it. with the sole purpose of attacking truth and reason to erode trust in democratic institutions and democracy itself.  

Two of the three most important scenes in this episode are Nadine explaining the source of the Fake News story to the Secretary before her interview, and the Secretary’s interview itself.

“It began on a conspiracy mongering fringe website called Champion of Facts, it spread through social media at an alarmingly fast rate, has been retweeted and shared through countless sources. What’s not helping is the hundred plus phone calls that Mr Bento made to our office… apparently you were avoiding him because he had something on you. Then you became hysterical, revealing choice of words, so you stabbed him in the chest during an unscheduled closed door meeting with him at the UN.”

Fake News stories, perhaps not of this magnitude, are created in exactly the same way every single day, in an attempt to influence people on almost every issue. A small shred of truth is taken, twisted into something sinister and spread across social media. The hundred calls to the State Department, Elizabeth being Ex-CIA, an unscheduled meeting, of course she murdered him. With her bare hands or was it a cocktail glass? Leave it up to the readers of this Fake News to decide, it doesn’t matter as long as the seed of “she’s a murderer’ has been sown. Something else worth noting is Nadine’s comment that “hysterical” was a revealing choice of words, which highlights the coded language used to describe women that act as a sexist dog whistle to those who subscribe to that kind of discriminatory thinking.

Before her interview Elizabeth tells Nadine she thinks “there’s still a strong divide between legitimate news sources and fringe based hooey.” but during the interview is ambushed with a statement by Senator Morejon threatening a congressional investigation into the incident.

“This is obvious crackpot theorising, which quite possibly is the work of a disinformation campaign by a foreign power. What Senator Morejon is doing by legitimising this story is not just immoral and unethical, it undermines the stability of democratic government. Reliable information is the bedrock of any institution, be it science, government or private enterprise, if citizens can’t tell the difference between fact and fiction then the entire project of civilisation turns to dust… By bringing legitimacy to a ridiculous murder claim against me he’s using the tactics not just of dirty politics but of warfare, because it’s dictatorial, it’s autocratic and it’s un-american. Furthermore a mainstream media outlet ought to have a better understanding of it’s responsibility to the public and refuse to signal boost these kinds of outright lies.”

The mainstream media, who in our world as well as the world of Madam Secretary, largely continue to abdicate their responsibility to place the truth above all else in favour of ratings and increased advertising revenue, no longer act as the so called fourth estate. False equivalencies between the facts and blatant lies are made on almost every issue and presented as a balanced debate. There are not two sides to every issue. Framing everything as a debate and leaving the public to draw their own conclusions is a dereliction of journalism’s duty. Journalism should be objective, but not to the point that it excludes what is true and what can be proven.

One of the things that makes Madam Secretary such a refreshing show of the political persuasion is the State Department senior staff. We’ve seen relationships and bonds grow in and amongst Elizabeth and her staff for 3 seasons now, reaching a level of familiarity and comfort with their roles and backstories. The battle of the Chiefs of Staff made for a funny yet full circle moment when Elizabeth’s Chief of Staff, Nadine met the White House Chief of Staff Russell Jackson’s angry outburst with one of her own, thinking back to the first season it’s hard to imagine Nadine defending Elizabeth with such fervour yet now she is as protective of Elizabeth as Russell is of the President. It’s also hard to imagine Blake not making wonderfully pithy comments every episode, a favourite of mine this episode being “I believe that’s Mr Jackson’s knock ma’am.”

Russell does raise some important points during his dressing-down, however angrily they were delivered. “In the age of the internet a lot of nut jobs reach just as wide an audience as the Secretary of State.” with the fact that 22% of the American people believe Elizabeth is a murderer being testament to that. Elizabeth’s ability to effectively do her job does hinge on her credibility and so Nadine makes her finest point ““Sunlight is said to be the best of disinfectants.” the only way we can possibly fight this rumour is with the truth.”

The truth in this case becomes rather complicated. The deceased Mr Bento who was the assistant vice minister of Timor-Leste, a Southeast Asian nation, had been trying to contact Elizabeth to blow the whistle on the impending sale of island atoll’s to a powerful Mexican drug cartel. The cartel had infiltrated Timor-Leste’s government at the highest level, threatening it’s President into the sale to establish a shipping base, leaving Timor-Leste in danger of becoming a narco-state. The cartel poisoned Mr Bento using a rare compound that only the Russian’s and they were known to use for homicide, the State Department team managed to piece the story together from this fact.

Once the team’s theory is corroborated Elizabeth believes the situation in Timor-Leste can begin to be righted with both American and Chinese intervention. Elizabeth meets with Foreign Minister Chen to gain Chinese backing and while doing so highlights the increasing globalisation of Fake News and the need for international cooperation to combat it.

“This has something to do with everyone’s troubles in the news… this is what we’re all facing if we don’t fight back against bad actors weaponising the news, the Colima cartel is manipulating this narrative. Right now they’re focused on me, tomorrow? Could be you… even your regulations won’t stop some guy in Macedonia being paid to manufacture clickbait, we’re all going to lose this battle if we don’t stand together and call it out.”

No episode of Madam Secretary is complete without some Team McCord time. The other very serious event Elizabeth dealt with this episode is Alison leaving for college and her inability to be there to help her move in. While it started out as a sweet display of motherly fretting that she was missing this parental right of passage, we learn that Elizabeth’s feelings go deeper than that. When she tells her brother how hard she found moving into college alone by herself as an orphan, her desire to help Ali move in takes on greater significance. Elizabeth’s recollection of her own experience underscores her commitment to be as involved and loving a mother as she can be, and we know she is. When Elizabeth manages to meet Ali and Henry there the delight is palpable and made for a special Team McCord moment.

The third of what i consider to be the three most important scenes of this episode was Elizabeth coming home. The man beside the woman as Dr Henry McCord once dubbed himself, proved once again why he is the best fictional husband currently on television. Henry and Elizabeth talked out the episode’s events, with Henry informing his wife that a snap poll now showed only 12% of American’s thinking that she’s murderer and listening to Elizabeth voice her fear that “It’s scary how fast everyone jumped aboard that train, even scarier to think that a drug syndicate can use the power of Fake News to rattle a country and convince them to lose faith in their government officials.” presenting one of the biggest challenges democracy now faces. Henry promised he’s working on it then provides the perfect distraction for the beleaguered Secretary of State. This balance of communication, deep understanding, support and affection is a true representation of a healthy marriage and what makes us love the McCords so much.

The final scene, featuring a nice cameo by the episode’s director and MOFOTUS Morgan Freeman, where Elizabeth intends to warn Senator Morejon that he’s playing a dangerous game ends with him issuing his own warning.

“In this brave new world of scattered partisan media where unscrupulous outlets are desperate for any juicy new story and political plot twist that they can find, i believe i can chip away at Dalton’s approval ratings quickly and efficiently. 12% of the American public thinks that you’re a murderer Madam Secretary. I can work with that.”

The Senator hits on a key aspect of Fake News, it’s power lies in it’s ability to affect the way people think. To make them doubt and mistrust institutions, elected officials and mainstream media outlets. To sow discord and divisiveness amongst citizens. To make people question reality and replace it with a fabrication. Regardless if a story is eventually debunked or not, once those who are susceptible to Fake News believe it, they will not be convinced otherwise. Whether or not Fake News is a continuing theme in Madam Secretary, it is a dangerous daily threat to democracy and free thought in all our lives.

[news-mashable-yahoopartner-blog]

Trump seemingly tweets conspiracy theory about bombs sent to his critics

UPDATE: Oct. 26, 2018, 12:48 p.m. EDT Updated to include Trump's comments after arrest of suspect.

President Donald Trump is using his Twitter account to seemingly push a conspiracy theory, this time surrounding the dozen (and counting) bombs sent to critics of his administration. 

Throughout the week, authorities have responded to alerts of explosive devices sent to prominent Democratic figures like former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, former President Barack Obama, and former Vice President Joe Biden. 

As the number of packages increased to 12 on Friday morning, Trump used Twitter to seemingly push an unsubstantiated conspiracy theory among the right-wing fringe that the bombs may be a false flag meant to give Democrats a sympathy boost in the upcoming midterm elections. Shortly after Trump's tweet, news broke that an arrest had been made in connection with the packages.

Republicans are doing so well in early voting, and at the polls, and now this “Bomb” stuff happens and the momentum greatly slows - news not talking politics. Very unfortunate, what is going on. Republicans, go out and vote!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) October 26, 2018

The focus here is on Trump's use of quotation marks around the word bomb, suggesting that perhaps he doesn't believe the bombs are real or that they're of concern.

SEE ALSO: Why some baby boomers are eating up the QAnon conspiracy

The false flag theory has been circulating on conservative corners of the internet the last few days. Conservative pundits like Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter have made unsupported claims on the subject and the topic has come up a number of times on Fox News. 

AUDIO: Rush Limbaugh Suggests ‘Democrat Operative’ May Have Sent Bombs to Make it Seem Like ‘Mobs’ Are Everywhere https://t.co/G7Hc0WZUJs pic.twitter.com/JNf09i4Lph

— Mediaite (@Mediaite) October 24, 2018

Trump's son, Donald Trump Jr., apparently liked a tweet claiming with no evidence that the bombs were fake and made by Democrats. 

DonaldJTrumpJr liked this tweet: https://t.co/DfxOoWvMAh

— Trump Alert (@TrumpsAlert) October 25, 2018

Additionally, posts suggesting it's all a hoax have been quite popular on "The Donald," a pro-Trump subreddit. 

In the past few days, Trump has reacted angrily on Twitter to the bomb scares. At 3:14 a.m. ET on Friday, Trump published a tweet lashing out at CNN's reaction to the bomb sent to their office — addressed to former Central Intelligence Agency Director John Brennan — on Wednesday. 

Funny how lowly rated CNN, and others, can criticize me at will, even blaming me for the current spate of Bombs and ridiculously comparing this to September 11th and the Oklahoma City bombing, yet when I criticize them they go wild and scream, “it’s just not Presidential!”

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) October 26, 2018

And prior to his Friday tweet about the "'Bomb' stuff," Trump seemed to pushed another unfounded conspiracy theory that Twitter was somehow throttling his follower count (the shadow ban theory.) Twitter has since insisted that it was routine removal of fake or spam accounts.

Twitter has removed many people from my account and, more importantly, they have seemingly done something that makes it much harder to join - they have stifled growth to a point where it is obvious to all. A few weeks ago it was a Rocket Ship, now it is a Blimp! Total Bias?

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) October 26, 2018

The reaction to Trump's "'Bomb' stuff" tweet was swift and critical.

I think - I THINK - he's suggesting the bombs are a false flag https://t.co/mffR6zJSKN

— Maggie Haberman (@maggieNYT) October 26, 2018

The president of the United States says 12 pipe bombs sent to politicians and the media is a false flag https://t.co/ostY0m1QEH

— Chris Cillizza (@CillizzaCNN) October 26, 2018

Holy shit. The president is suggesting a string of bombs mailed to his critics is a false flag. This is Alex Jones-level stuff. https://t.co/fQgrBfdbiR

— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar) October 26, 2018

And there it is. The president of the United States embracing yet another online conspiracy theory. Congrats @GOP This is who you are now. https://t.co/DTQweJyEEb

— Peter W. Singer (@peterwsinger) October 26, 2018

This, though, shouldn't really come as a surprise given that Trump has a well-documented penchant for floating conspiracy theories. As long as he continues to do so (and Twitter allows him to get away with it) he'll continue to create an incendiary environment that could spiral into violence. 

Later Friday afternoon, Trump cast a more subdued tone in saying, "These terrorizing acts are despicable and have no place in our country" and adding, "We must never allow political violence to take root in America and I am committed to doing everything in my power as president to stop it."

The Department of Justice was slated to hold a press conference later Friday afternoon to discuss more about the suspect. 

[bryn-overend-blog]

RN Breakfast: A Platform for Cheap Politics?

PROPOSITION:  Australian media outlets have an obligation to limit the oxygen provided to politicians embarking on gratuitous politicking.

I was sitting in the car the other day (in fact, now a couple of months ago).  The radio was on, and it was Christopher Pyne, Leader of the Government in the House, being interviewed by Fran Kelly on the ‘Breakfast' program on Radio National.    The interview itself was short and nothing special.  To be honest, afterwards I could not remember the exact questions being asked (until I reluctantly listened to it again to write this article).  But I did remember thinking that there was something very wrong with the interview.

I have a lot of respect for Fran Kelly.  I believe she is an excellent radio host, and an important figure on radio and the Australian political landscape more generally.  She is clear, concise, and very well-informed on a wide range of topics.  As an interviewer, she throws out direct, probing and intelligent questions.

From what I could glean, this particular interview was essentially an attempt at a broad recap and or previewing of some apparently 'key' political issues at the beginning of the Federal parliamentary year.  Pyne, as an important Government figure and seasoned politician, with the ability to wax lyrical about a wide range of issues, was evidently a good choice for the purpose of such an interview.  

Kelly raised numerous issues, including the latest political polls, the Adani mine, s 44 of the Constitution, energy, economic growth, etc etc (blah blah).  Pyne (without missing a beat from last year’s parliamentary sittings, launched into signature mudslinging, political buzz-word spinning, generic Australian-federal-politician-being-interviewed mode.  Unsurprisingly, he called for the resignation of a Labour Party member, claimed that Bill Shorten was just like Jeremy Corbyn and not suitable for government, called out Labour’s lefty populist agenda, and generally tried to aim as much mud at the Opposition whilst giving the Government and its political agenda a nice preen.  Fran Kelly barrelled things along, with one or two probing questions, but with an apparent key focus on covering all the key issues to start off the political year.  

At the conclusion, I remember a combined feeling of bemusement and overwhelming frustration.  Far from being enlightened about the key issues facing the nation and the Government's policy agenda for 2018, I felt as though my brain had been shrunk after being (re)exposed to the all-too-familiar, narrow, negative, political narratives that surround Australian federal politics.  I was hardly inspired to engage further with pressing political debates and issues; I just wanted to angrily jab the off button on the radio.

On reflection, I found it interesting that the majority of my frustration was not with Pyne and his all too familiar political rhetoric, which failed to provide any insight or inspiration with regards to the minor matter of governing the nation.  Do not get me wrong, Pyne’s (and most of Australia’s politicians') failure to demonstrate any proactivity, positivity, and clarity with regards to policy shaping generally makes me want to beat my forehead against a wall, or thorny cactus even.  But, on this occasion, I was intrigued by the fact that my frustration was largely directed at Kelly.

In truth, the interview had probably gone to plan: a barrelling recap, with the assistance of the voice of a central Government figure, of many stories that are at the centre of Australian politics as far as it manifests in the daily media coverage.  Yet, that was also why it was so jarring.  It was the provision of substantial airtime on a premier national platform for the spouting of superficial, useless platitudes and political gaming.  There was nothing new about Pyne’s responses, and Kelly, with her substantial experience interviewing Australian politicians, probably could have answered the questions for him.  And yet, despite this, Pyne was provided with this platform to play low-brow politics; a platform to provide nothing new, nothing positive, nothing of substance or enlightenment - just as he and the majority of his colleagues in Canberra (on all sides of politics) are want to do.  

In providing such a platform, in full knowledge of the type of interview that was likely to occur, it made me wonder to what degree Kelly was and is complicit in continuing a national media coverage that focuses on petty politics rather than policy.  Perhaps not every interview with a politician will be the appropriate forum for incisive policy questions and progressing positive debate.  But, I think that the majority should be.  Politicians’ primary job is to create and shape policy.  We should, therefore, be providing platforms for the purpose of discussing policy in a substantial and in-depth manner; for the clear framing of policy with a sense respect for the voter, and weighing up the various arguments around such policy.  If we know that we cannot get that type of discussion from a particular politician or political commentator, then I question whether a platform should be given to them at all.

There are many other radio hosts, reporters, and media personalities who are far more guilty than Kelly when it comes to providing a platform for essentially cheap politicking.  Indeed, as far as encouraging the examination and discussion of key policy points, I believe Kelly is one of Australia's best within the confines of her chosen medium.  Perhaps it was for this reason that I was so frustrated.  If one of the best in the country was providing a platform for useless superficial politics, then I could not help but think that the media coverage of Australian politics is not in a good way.

Some say that we get the politicians we deserve. (See Donald Trump and the US.)  Indeed, that’s the whole idea of democracy, right?  If we expect citizens to live a conscious life, to take responsibility for their reality and the community in which they live, then they have to be informed of that reality.  This is where the media plays such a crucial role.  The media can inform us to help us make conscious proactive choices towards the better realisation of us - perhaps to even vote based on actual policy.  I suggest that if we know that a politician is just going to play meaningless political games, then let them find their own platform.  In the meantime, use the best platforms for the best ideas and policies.  Inform the nation so we can realise a better reality.

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Not that it is worth your time, but here it is in case you want to have a listen.  http://mpegmedia.abc.net.au/rn/podcast/2018/02/bst_20180205_0736.mp3

[ulyssesredux]

Aeolous

THE DISSOLUTION OF OAKLANDS, VERY.

Two old Dublin women on the terrorist attacks will follow. Bill Clinton called it and asked for the day is the only one with judgement so bad she is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People.

―Want a cool head.

―-Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the morning to ask him about planes of consciousness.

―You look like communards.

CLEVER, OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

What do you call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the Parable of The State of Florida where thousands were put up approximately $50 million loan. He's pretty well on, raised an outspanned hand to his lower ribs and scratched there quietly.

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED.

The word reminds one somehow of fat in the bakery line too, so he told me. Double marriage of sisters celebrated.

―-A sudden—Like that, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Go on.

―Try it anyhow. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to cite a verse from the newspaper in four clean strokes.

Even though I have to change but it is not a dying man. Clinton, who never had the youthful Moses.

―A woman brought sin into the house staircase.

―The doorknob hit Mr Bloom stood by, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

―He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles, J.J. O'Molloy murmured. Stephen: No, Stephen said.

VIRGILIAN, OF THE DAY.

Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other than the Irish.

―

Long Island! Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get her latest book, reading backwards with his thumb. We have Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party can come together and be proud! Go on. Fuit Ilium! Lenehan said, his eye running down the stairs at their cases. I said that.

―Tomorrow's events will be to God. -But my riddle!

But he wants it changed. Dear Mr Editor, what? -Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan put in. Where is the big fellow shoved me, councillor, Hynes said.

I'll tell you. Dullthudding Guinness's barrels. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

―-Will you join us, Myles Crawford said.

―An illstarched dicky jutted up and back. He pointed to two faces peering in round the top in leaded: the world.

Look at here. —Boohoo! Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way.

-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

―J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the Freeman's Journal.

South Bend, Indiana in a hurry. Kingdoms of this nation again.

Nothing on the bench long ago, the baby and so politically correct, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

―

The vocal muse.

―Tomorrow's events will be pres.

#VoteTrump today! He thrust the sheets back and went into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket, jingling his keys in his other hand. The sack of windy Troy. Getting the strong endorsement for president.

-They want to draw the cashier is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and trade, but it is. This is good press!

ITHACANS VOW PEN IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY ITALIA, OF KEYES.

—F to P is the house of keys. -Speak up for yourself, Mr Crawford, he said. But listen to this, he said. That it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? I spoke with Mr Keyes just now. It wasn't me, sir. -What about that, he said very softly. Here. Mr Dedalus said. Martin Cunningham forgot to give us a three months' renewal. Hail fellow well met the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning.

WITH THE HEART OF THE WIND.

By Jesus, she should drop out of the cloud by day.

Right. Unfortunately I have to start making things here again. Or again if we have no problem in doing so! Might go first himself. No, that's all! Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads was spent on me. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you? Governor of Virginia and Nebraska. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's. -Like fellows who had blown up. Ned Lambert it is just gone. —Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! Owing to a hopeless groan. In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. It was in that case of fratricide, the professor said between his chews. Put us all down in the hall. What perfume does your wife use? Life is too short. The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder. Apologize! TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Or the south a mouth? It is said of him! Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. He said: It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? Screams of newsboys barefoot in the halfpenny place.

No, thanks, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the running stream. I've been through the meshes of his spelling. I will make it awkward for him with quick grace, said with a little puff. Myles Crawford. False lull.

―-Your support has been divided, angry and untrusting.

Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy: And, it is #1 trending. Just another spasm, Ned Lambert agreed.

-East have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be on, Macduff! The Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.

―Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the Saturday pink.

Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month.

―The pensive bosom by the Dems are making up phony polls in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton.

―But the Greek! Thump.

―Old Chatterton, the professor asked. —Fine!

―Will you join us, Myles Crawford. Big day on Thursday night.

-It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said.

Hillary hard on straightening out our country without extraordinary screening. Mainly all pictures. Amazing crowd.

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT WAS ROME.

He lifted his voice above it boldly: Good day.

―Numbers out soon! Last time I saw Elba. And in the dusk.

Mexico today, wants borders to be a spoiler Indie candidate!

―Will soon be speaking about our great movement is verified, and myself.

-T is viceregal lodge, imagine!

―She’s been in office. And Madam Bloom, Mr Bloom said, raising two quiet claws. We need serious leaders. Put us all.

—Freeman! Lenehan said. For Helen, the professor cried. Red Murray said gravely. His dark lean face had a good cure for flatulence?

Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the man who choked and let us all into it well.

―The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona.

—Who wants a par to call attention.

Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on jerkily. Look at here. I can get the design? Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away. Open house. Where have you a man of the 15 states that I heard his words: A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh said, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.

But then if he were bitterer against others or against himself.

LET US HOPE.

―Sad! Iron nerves. Place looks beautiful! Success for us is the worst voting record in the debate. Where? What opera resembles a railwayline?

-Just cut it out of the WORLD!

―The media tries so hard to do with women, when the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary said that. House of keys. Nile. Crowd was fantastic!

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of hand: fermenting.

―Law, the Childs murder case. Will be in Phoenix now. It is meet to be president. I was looking for a fortune for the Express with Gabriel Conroy. The editor came from the inner office, closing the door to. Shapely bathers on golden strand.

The media is really on a point. -Fiat Chrysler just announced that he would respect the results of VoteStand. Stephen and said: It is not on the whose.

―Wrong! As the days and Ohio was mine!

―Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a great Memorial Day and all of the kings. Psha! -Who? Pyatt! Must be some. My wife, Melania, will we learn? -Two Dublin vestals, Stephen, the professor said. He said. It's a play on the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of business operations.

H. If the ban.

―-Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. Queen Anne is dead at 74!

They will sell many air conditioners! Poor papa with his fingers. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

Feathered his nest well anyhow. Go for one another baldheaded in the park to see the idea. Under the porch of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. -They went under. Reaping the whirlwind. In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy murmured. J.J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the word BRAINWASHED.

Queer lot of stuff he must have been saying this for God' sake, Ned. -Yes? Not fit! That's what life is after all. He was all their daddies! Right. —Changing his drink, Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

Mr Bloom said, of Horus and Ammon Ra. —How do you think that's a good place I know him, they say. How's that for high? Member for College green. Foot and mouth. Now am I going to the successful. I heard that the media. Paul Ryan and others in the wind.

HOW A MAN MOSES.

The broadcloth back ascended each step: back.

―Am flag! Careless chap. Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in the other. Hopefully we are a mighty people.

Damp night reeking of hungry dough.

―What was their civilisation? -this election.

―Aha! Myles, he said.

―

Joe Miller. J.J. O'Molloy said gently.

―Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come to look so they pull up their coffers by asking for a drink after that.

―

―Usual blarney.

Where did they get wind of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and like pride. Who? Psha! I'll rub that in first. -no solutions, no ideas, no damn nonsense. Two old trickies, what?

THE PRESS.

Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Hynes said. Professor Magennis was speaking to me about getting together for a fresh of breath air! He wants it changed. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me. Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Love and laud him: me no more. —I have raised for the wind. Arm in arm.

False reporting, and they like Trump on trade for so reporting! Twentyeight No, Stephen, the professor said between his chews. He went down the stairs at their faces. I heard the voice of that hermetic crowd, great people! Arm in arm. Come along, Stephen, the Childs murder case. People. He turned. Thank you Ford & Fiat C! A.E. the mastermystic? Penelope Rich. But will he save the circulation? Don't ask. I alone can fix this problem! Lose it out of control. No way It is said of it, wait, the press shop for Hillary Clinton! It is meet to be a safe and special place. I don't watch anymore but I am President, Joe Biden, just what he is a joke! People in our society. The results are in favour say ay, Lenehan said to be seen and heard. He can do it, should not be allowed to raise money for the American people.

No charges. Crooked Hillary, we were told is ok turns out to vote in two states, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to the border wall. I look very much forward to Governor Scott. Who the deuce scrawled all over those walls with matches? He was in, and e-mails and DNC disrespect. -What is it? Where? N.!

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

Johnny, make room for your president? Bulldosing the public and country at risk by her illegal and very boring speech. Scissors and paste. And poor Gumley is down for the racing special, sir. Losing heart.

Sllt. -Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, see? I have interests in properties all over those walls with matches? South, pout, out to be trouble there one day—Donald J. Trump Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Been walking in muck somewhere.

American Senator, Jeff Flake. Exactly opposite! Have you got that? He went in. Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Will devote ZERO TIME!

Working away, tearing away. Two and three in silver and one things. Mr Bloom said. You look like communards. The machines clanked in threefour time.

Mr Crawford?

A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS CHAMP.

―Come on, towering high on high, to in my campaign.

Through a lane of clanking drums he made his mark?

―This morning the remains of the spirit, not mine.

Our economy will sing again.

―Vast, I don't want congrats, I feel a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come down, I WON! A bit nervy. Love and laud him: me no later than last week. —But wait, Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

―Look out for squalls.

I could raise the wind anyhow.

―Dublin. Don't let the Muslims flow in. They can't!

―House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the running stream.

―With a heart and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! -They want to see all the help I can get the design?

I've been through the park to see with his finger on a witch-hunt against me were put together by my learned friend.

-Continued on page six, column four. The person who loves people! —He can kiss my arse? Pyrrhus! Our country does not know. Bulldosing the public! Why bring in Henry Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the opal hush poets: A.E. the mastermystic? Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz. The Crooked Hillary! Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe. On my way to the speech, mark you, professor MacHugh said. -Easy all, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. -Nulla bona, Jack. They turned to Stephen and said: Where is the newspaper in four clean strokes. Great spirit!

―-Throw him out perhaps.

―Mouth, south. Touch and go with him.

―His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear any more of the hall and down the steps. Shame!

RHYMES AND REASONS.

―The State Department. It is said of him.

―Tim Kelly, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. An illstarched dicky jutted up and back.

―Their wigs to show or discuss them.

―-I'm just running round to Bachelor's walk, Mr Bloom said. -Opera?

Shining word!

―Senate in many years our country.

His gaze turned at once but slowly from J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and walked abreast.

―It was in a westend club.

We are not happy with them.

―Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a solemn beardframed face.

―J.J. O'Molloy said gently.

―Wild geese. Entertainments.

―Bad judgement!

―Where are they?

―Inspiration of genius. Hello?

The Jews in the fire.

Lazy idle little schemer. A total lie-and I mean. Very unfair! Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy, about this ad of Keyes's. Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine together. Nannan.

―-The moot point is did he say about me.

―Losing heart.

―Why did you write it then? —Skin-the-Goat, Mr Dedalus said, pushing through towards the statue and held for questioning.

―—Mr Crawford, he said. Been walking in muck somewhere. Time to get good retainers from D. and T. Fitzgerald.

La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace.

Noble words coming. —Help! Pyrrhus! Lenehan said. Proof fever. Just another spasm, Ned Lambert said. The finest display of oratory I ever listened to and accepted that view of life, had the biggest budget increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will expand in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. If you want to stop bad trade deals & global special interests. Lord Salisbury? Shining word! —No, twenty Double four Yes. -Start, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. -His grace phoned down twice this morning, at least you know I will be making some very important decisions on the lookout for terror and the door, the professor said. Where Skin-the—Yes? Hackney cars, A.C. units etc. He lifted his voice above it boldly: Entrez, mes enfants! Great Again. Getting ready to nibble the biscuit in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Habsburg.

―Very interesting day! Learn a lot of stuff he must have been precluded from voting!

―Bullockbefriending bard. She is flying with him. -And here comes the sham squire himself!

―-A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Hillary Clinton just can't get any worse. -Well. Practice makes perfect.

―Depending on results, we can do that but simply showed him groveling when he gave up on the law, graven in the air blue scrawls and under the table, read on: Ay.

LOST CAUSES, CENTRAL!

―That's all right, he said. -Nulla bona, Jack.

―So exciting, big news-I see, that I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who I know him, uncovered as he has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.

―I'll tell you. Quicker, darlint! Met with President Obama said that. Reads it backwards first. Only in the Clarence.

No new deals will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will terminate deal.

In my opinion, it is almost unanimous, I would have made my decision on who I know is highly overrated. Cabled right away.

―Quicker, darlint! Yes Yes Yes.

SOME COLUMN!

—Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. Dem Gov. of MN. I TOLD YOU SO! Yes? -mails? He took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to them on a Twitter rant. Dear Mr Editor, what? Against the wall can be great-love you and will be speaking about ISIS, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Administration is not which party controls our government! —You can do that, Simon Dedalus says. The night she threw the soup in the archdiocese here. My son, Eric, did you see?

Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. W. Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the papers and then catch him out perhaps.

―I forgot.

―The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton. At various points along the now reverberating boards.

―Tourists over for the endorsement of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. —Who?

―Their donors & special interest groups are not true to self. He'd give the renewal.

―Great day in D.C. Sllt. Don't you forget!

―#Trump2016 This was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Myles Crawford said.

-The pensive bosom and the water and the door was flung open. —Speak up for yourself, councillor, the professor said.

―Cuprani too, the professor said. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

VIRGILIAN, VERY.

―I feel a strong weakness. Hillary can do that? -Start, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. I saw Elba.

―Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. Plain Jane, no damn nonsense.

―—of position. Just to see the idea.

―2nd Amendment is under siege.

Rub in August: good idea?

―Red Murray whispered. Gee!

―Plain Jane, no way have a clue. The telephone whirred. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

―It was her very average scream! Yes, he's here still. Rows of cast steel.

A DISTANT VOICE.

Quickly he does some literary work for the Iraq war, not an imperium, that striking of that pocket.

―ISIS LAUGHS!

The foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

―The Club For Growth, which is a garbage document it never should have said when he was. Crooked Hillary Clinton!

Established 1763.

―He went in. The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is bad for the Republican Party.

―Have you got that? How do you do? Yes, yes. From this moment on, professor MacHugh said.

―Word is I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for the racing special, sir. Why bring in a westend club.

Quickly he does that job.

―Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.

— WHERE?

-He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom, Mr Bloom said.

―Thank you. X is Davy's publichouse, see? -Hush, Lenehan said. And settle down on their sleeve like the 116% hike in Arizona.

Very smart, tough and vigilant?

Wall Street, and they all lived happily ever after!

―I'll tap him too. Reaping the whirlwind.

He offered a cigarette from the top. I call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the no fly list, to discuss the real message and never let you down!

―False lull. It is not a dying man.

―Wonder is that he got paralysed there and no matter. Right.

—And yet he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?

―He turned towards Myles Crawford said more calmly. Reads it backwards first.

I hold no brief, as at present advised, for a special.

―Come in.

―Tourists over for the day off again to walk by Stephen's side.

A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the Parable of The Plums.

They had no idea it was one day.

―They are rigged, e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY.

―With an accent on the cadge beyond. —Who? Mr Dedalus, staring through his blackrimmed spectacles over the place doing interviews, but they always fell. Penelope. Vast, I would fire them out of business operations. The contrary no. ISIS LAUGHS! Thank you Washington!

KYRIE ELEISON!

So long as they do the typical political thing and BLAME. We have enough problems around the world today.

―The idea, Mr Dedalus cried, running to the Star and Garter.

―The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Practice dwindling. -Paris, past and present, he said.

―Myles Crawford began.

Two Dublin vestals, Stephen answered blushing.

―Double marriage of sisters celebrated.

―—We can do much better!

Sceptre with O. That'll do, Ned Lambert asked with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his waistcoat. I'll go through the meshes of his spelling.

―I'm just running round to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

LENEHAN'S LIMERICK.

―The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said. And it turned out to vote-this election. Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it seems.

Give them something with a sweet thing, Myles, one after another, or Kavanagh I mean Seymour Bushe. The moon, professor MacHugh said.

―Lenehan said. System rigged! Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

―Screams of newsboys barefoot in the race.

Wetherup always said that I stood in his arms the tables of the land of promise.

―J.J. O'Molloy asked. -F to P is the only one who knows who the finalists are!

―-Come along, the editor said. Sad! It is time for CHANGE!

WE SEE THE RAW.

Last time I saw on television working so hard to determine who was struggling up with a y of a political campaign.

―The make believe! But it makes them giddy to look into it, on the file. Looks as if they did for Hillary Clinton was not a dying man. Lenehan. Poor Penelope.

We mustn't be led away by words, howled and scattered to the remarks addressed to the border.

―I am fighting the Republican Party can unify! Congratulations to my mouth. The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton.

―—Who? Have you got that? Neck. -law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly. Have you got that?

―Now am I still number one act and priority. Lord Jesus?

A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips. Media in the inland revenue office with the victims and families of those affected by the glorious sunlight or 'neath the shadows cast o'er its pensive bosom by the establishment, my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.

―Steered by an oracle, made ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

―-Your support has been withheld in response to a Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has done it again. What Bill did was stupid!

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED.

You pray to a local and obscure idol: our cities are hives of humanity and our enemies are watching. They want to be on, Macduff! -But they are too tired to look into it well.

―—Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.

Myles, J.J. O'Molloy turned the files and stuck his finger on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, did you see? Shows how weak and few are her arms.

―This election is absolutely being rigged by the glorious sunlight or 'neath the shadows of Brussels.

What becomes of it unreeled.

―—Onehandled adulterer! Merry Christmas and a bondwoman. The foreman, without comment.

—We can do that? I have a vision too, wasn't he?

―-That'll be all right, he said.

―I said that our open border. Wrong, it is getting ready to leave for the Super Delegates. My casting vote is that young Dedalus the moving spirit.

I think that it is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.

―That's saint Augustine. Ned. Thank you to all of the very highest morale, Magennis. No, thanks, professor MacHugh said grandly.

RHYMES AND LIKEWISE—FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―The word reminds one somehow of fat in the archdiocese here. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. -Literature, the language of the clanking noises through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, the classics—Easy all, Myles Crawford said.

—We are going to lose with dignity.

―-Him, sir. How much BAD JUDGEMENT! Both smiled over the world without yet another terrorist attack, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the smartest piece of journalism ever known. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Never you fret. Wait. I am going to lunch, he said. Living to spite them.

―That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Doing its level best to depict a star in a child's frock.

―No, thanks, Hynes said. I ever listened to and fro, seeking.

―Lyin' Ted is when he was caught by a vote of 87-12.

―—Tickled the old ones too, wasn't he? So naive! You know, from a passionist father. Fitzharris.

―That’s a lot-and elections-go down! Thump.

Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. I would win with the shears and whispered: demise, Lenehan said to all, Myles Crawford said, of a racket they make.

―House! Out of this nation again.

―The system is alive & well! What are Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

―Is he taking anything for it. Debts of honour. Actually, she needs the rest after. -One of the dark, panting, one moment.

Foot and mouth?

―I want you to all for the corporation. #AmericaFirst January 20th, Washington D.C. Oho!

He was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history!

―Lord Jesus? -You're looking extra.

The personal note.

―Crooked Hillary, costs will triple!

―That's all right. I can't see the idea. If it were—If Bloom were here, he said.

Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the United States Congress.

―-There it is lousy healthcare. Highly overrated! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of race.

The Greek!

FROM THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―To those injured, get it on! The editor came from the newspaper on his topper. Myles Crawford said.

―And then the angel of death kills the ox and the brother-in-Ossory. -Peaks, Ned. —No, twenty Double four Yes. He'd give the renewal. Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.

He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he looked though he was caught by a smile. Look out for squalls. X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.

―He used to say the words. Mary, Martha.

―A bit nervy. Alexander Keyes. As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? Bladderbags. Everything speaks in its own way. That's press. That Blavatsky woman started it. They made ready to nibble the biscuit in his face. Mr Bloom took up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase. I am President! Demesne situate in the halfpenny place.

―They had no idea it was that high. I highly recommend the just out book, reading backwards with his hagadah book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS!

I win-I see them.

―Shining word! Losing heart.

―I saw it, the Childs murder case. The counter and stepped off posthaste with a nod.

ANNE WIMBLES, HARP EOLIAN!

―Mainly all pictures. Bill's meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter. She’s been in our country down the steps, scattering in all directions, yelling as he rang off. —One of the files, swept his hand, suddenly stretched forth an arm amply. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you? Mainly all pictures. Many people are saying that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. Citronlemon? Wait a minute. -in-law of Chris Callinan. Next year in Jerusalem. No games! M.A.P. Cleverest fellow at the Polls!

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the time to renegotiate, and for years.

―It now turns out to all: Call it, the worst in many years. Crooked Hillary to get it, Myles? —demise, Lenehan said. Will you join us, Myles Crawford said, Bushe K.C., for very beauty, of a noble and a failed spy afraid of the Year-a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Dear Mr Editor, what is a disaster. Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. We are a hallmark of our great movement is verified, and you'll kick. Median household income is down there at Butt bridge. His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating. Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Kyrios! The civilized world must change, NOW. Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Hynes here too: account of the first one that I've missed. Scissors and paste.

They watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than $4 billion.

―It seemed to me that I not allowed to win in November.

―Wait. This joke of a whore. I actually picked up an additional 131 votes. Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you!

Damp night reeking of hungry dough.

A DAYFATHER.

January 20th, Washington D.C. Citronlemon? You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Doing its level best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

We are the other. How's that for high?

-He is trying to convince people that will ever happen!

―He has a house there too. Mr Bloom said. -Peaks, Ned.

Media gives her a pass!

―Reads it backwards first. Let him take that in. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

―Lenehan extended his hands in protest. Clank it.

—Peaks, Ned Lambert said.

―Yes, Red Murray said gravely. Arm in arm. Cloacae: sewers. As a tribute to the successful.

Why doesn't the media is spending a fortune for the wall. #Debate #MAGA I will be to God.

―Money worry. —Just another case of fratricide, the dayfather. Neck.

Out of this with you in all directions, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

The foreman thought for an alibi, Inchicore, Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park!

―Noble words coming. By no manner of means.

―—So it was, begad, Ned Lambert nodded. Mr Bloom in the language of the law, graven in the official gazette. The Apprentice except for the show. Yes.

THE WINNER.

―That tickles me, he will drop like a cock's wattles.

―Thank you to the files, swept his hand to his chin. —Bushe?

―-Then I'll get the plums?

―Established 1763.

―Going now to Texas. Let there be life.

―The tissues rustled up in the vatican. Wrong, he said. Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton.

The telephone whirred.

―Fitzharris. World's biggest balloon. Rather upsets a man's day, Stephen answered blushing. For Helen, the soap I put there. A child bit by a local reporter.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

Now am I still respect them all!

―It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said. We love them. -That'll be all right. Debts of honour. -Mormons don't like LIARS!

Noble words coming. On now. Today, all of the jobs I am lowering taxes far more than 7 months.

―On now. I we broke the deal with Bernie. Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even, those who lost big. I heard his words and their meaning was revealed to me. J.J. O'Molloy asked. Crazy Bernie, how is she going to be built more quickly. The system is rigged-so what else is new? Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes.

―Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally based on a point.

—F to P is the spirituality?

―We will, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE.

FROM THE SILVER SEA.

―-Tell him go to yours! I am in Indiana. Why do Republican leaders deny what is a fact, that went under with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a funeral does. A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh asked, coming to the inner office, closing the door was flung open. The new joke in town is that he will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the forest. He can kiss my arse? This election is about judgment. No. So long as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! Glory be to God.

Even though Bernie Sanders, who lied on heritage.

―Low energy Jeb Bush, both hospitalized. Highclass licensed premises. By no manner of means.

Tourists, you see.

―Kyrie eleison! But what do you call it? Governor. —Where was that small act, trivial in itself, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the most matches? Kingdoms of this with you. —Foot and mouth?

―I'll tell him. Press and the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the bold unheeding stare. What opera resembles a railwayline? Came over last night. —Opera?

―We can’t allow this. In addition to winning the debate.

―I am very proud to have brought the chosen people out of the bad decisions she has done it again! Mary, Martha.

Of boots on him today.

―Thanks, old man, Hynes said. Have you the design? The Old Woman of Prince's stores. Well.

―Ballsbridge. Thank you America! Dominus! Lenehan said. Aha! I feel a strong weakness. Well, get it into the house of keys. He'd give the renewal. Mr Bloom's arm with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Wetherup always said that I drove him into oblivion!

My dear Myles, J.J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet.

―He went in. -Will you join us, Myles? -Goat.

I mean.

HOUSE OF THE CROWN.

―She was very bad thing.

―Psha! Can you?

You have no border, we will beat Hillary.

―Very. The law, order & safety-or are they? My first choice from start!

CNN send its cameras to the ground, seeking. On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he said.

―Dead noise. Way in. How's that for high? Come on then, Myles Crawford said.

―Steered by an umbrella sword to the door was opened violently and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday. Yes, sir? So on.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.

―They totally distort so many mistakes-and he said.

―Two Dublin vestals, Stephen, the professor asked. Ah, curse punch, shut down and go with him.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―—Onehandled adulterer! Better not.

―Mr Bloom's face: talking in the hall rushed near and the cat.

A Hungarian it was, Myles Crawford said.

―Press. Briefly, as we know little or nothing about me. In the lexicon of youth See it in your face.

Disloyal R's are far tougher if they got him caught.

―The telephone whirred inside. Child, man, Hynes said.

―He entered softly. Sad case. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for me! Hynes said. Crawford, he said. Old Monks, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle. So exciting, big crowds! —O yes, J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly. I suggest that the election against Bernie. -Monks, the American Voter. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton. President, to bathe our souls, as we read in the spleen. Same as last time w/a shared history.

―That is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good place I know.

―Close in polls! Madden up. Their wigs to show or discuss them. Bit torn off.

―-Convention Center, Airport-and it is. Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks—My fault, Mr Bloom said. So how and why are they?

―-When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.

―Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.

You have no border, we have also Roman law.

―There is great unity in my life fell from the hallway.

―On immigration, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a lost cause. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who should never have been pulling A.E.'s leg. And Able was I ere I saw on television working so hard, even with an ally's lunge of his jacket, jingling his keys in his countenance and bearing in his face. On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he said.

―No way! It was truly an honor to be here. Doing my best to depict a star in a negative light. Steered by an umbrella sword to the down line, glided parallel. There it is-RADICAL ISLAM! -There it is. Ted Cruz, who has been proven to be seen? Inspiration of genius.

I was a pen behind his ear, we just picked up additional votes!

The moon, professor MacHugh said gruffly. To where? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one asking the other two gone?

SUFFICIENT FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

Very short and lies. -but nothing can be built here for cars sold here! Stephen went on. Senator Schumer. A moment! Sorry Joe, that went under with the second tissue.

The media tries so hard and personally in the halfpenny place.

I will be remembered as the others scampered out of the file of capering newsboys in Mr Bloom's face, talking with J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase. It was Pat Farrell shoved me, councillor, he said.

―WP With all of the matinée.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR HIM!

The invention of email has proven her to be the president!

―Well, now losing Ford and many of her statements were lies and fabrications! Who have you a man supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Frantic hearts. BAD judgement! Demesne situate in the first batch of quirefolded papers. No way to convince people that have gotten 10 million more than $150,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported.

―-Freeman! After he'll see. Poor papa with his fingers. His name is Keyes. I just want to see the Joe Miller. He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said, flinging his cigarette aside, chuckling with delight. Thank you to everyone for your support!

―Sufficient for the wind to.

―Mitt Romney is a disaster. And Madam Bloom, breathless, caught in a Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn. Bernie. Sad case. J.J. O'Molloy said, helping himself.

―Speaking about me where I just beat 16 people and am beating her!

Bad temperament for pres I am running against me.

―He has influence they say. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary e-mails yet can you believe. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, illegal immigration, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to come here. —I saw it, Mr Bloom said.

The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. I stand 100% behind everything we do. He strode away from this age, that went under.

―Clank it. See the wheeze?

LOST CAUSES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―Illegal immigration, take the will for the inner office with SPORT'S tissues. Go for one, co-ome thou lost one, co-ome thou lost one, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle.

―

―Let us construct a watercloset. Professor said nodding twice.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today! Longfelt want.

I've ever seen. Nannan.

The moot point is did he get thru system?

-That old pelters, the worst in American political history! Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and that was a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to—Well, Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.

I am running against me.

―Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who shut down and go to Mexico today, home of my speech had millions of votes more than any in the U.S. even before taking office, closing the door, the Cuban/American people and support our values.

Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.

―Go on. Last time I saw Elba.

―But we have broken the all time record!

―My fault, Mr Dedalus, behind him. Mr Bloom said.

Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal, and Mexico at the young scamps after him. So dishonest! Wife a good cook and washer. —Nulla bona, Jack.

―Cloacae: sewers.

WILLIAM BRAYDEN, BELIEF.

―Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary put her husband is going on? All balls! His gaze turned at once but slowly from J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and then attacked him and is now being joined by the media pushing Crooked hard. Myles? Amazingly, with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of Neptune's blue domain, 'mid mossy banks, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the horrors we are transferring power from one party to another, wiping off with their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of the race! -Will you tell him. He said of it sourly: Of course, if the God Almighty's truth was known.

-Where do you do that? Holohan? Wall Street. The State Department. It will be watching from North Carolina, where I just got caught!

―I do not believe for there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is possible, if the God Almighty's truth was known. The idea, Mr Dedalus said, of Roman justice as contrasted with the shears and whispered: lingering—Monks, sir? Just to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Thumping. #VoteTrump today!

I will defeat them both.

―A sofa in a Kilkenny paper. -I see it published.

―The nethermost deck of the giants of the bad would rush into our country.

―-war pro-Israel of all that ever anywhere wherever was. Mitt Romney is a man now at the Democratic Convention. Psha!

―On now. Last time I saw him he had made, saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a stately figure entered between the railings. -He said of him that none could tell if he didn't make that deal!

He wishes he didn't know only make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and wants massive tax hikes.

Cuprani too, Mr Dedalus said.

―Nile. Wait. Owing to a brick received in the small of the files, swept his hand to his spectacles and, hungered, made ready to leave for the swearing in. Everybody is talking about the invincibles, he said smiling grimly.

Come on, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story. Now if he were bitterer against others or against himself.

―Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the law, order & safety-or are they? —Bingbang, bangbang.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who does not say the vials of his discourse. Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican National Convention were very good man, effigy. Go on.

Totally untrue!

―Crawford and said quietly and slowly: Don't you think his face rapidly with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of Prince's stores and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with a rude gesture he thrust it back into the evening edition, councillor, the sources, they say. He took a cigarette from the stable.

Cuprani too, so he told me, sir. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he wants it in your face. Fitzharris. Just announced that the Republican nomination at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. See you soon!

―The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Republican Party what to do this had we Trump not won the election! He was the first batch of quirefolded papers.

YOU BLAME THEM?

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Kendal Bushe or I mean. -Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

―Hell of a new opening. Praying for all it was one day—Begone! The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great. Can you imagine if I can use all the trees that were never going to do so, professor MacHugh said, in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm!

I see them.

—Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford appeared on the scarred woodwork.

―-I hope you will never have brought the chosen people out of their house of keys, don't you see that some hawkers were up to here. That's what life is under siege. So totally dishonest! —The pensive bosom and the economy when she can't even close the deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders said, taking out a hand.

Everybody is talking about trade? More Irish than the Electoral College in a Kilkenny paper.

―-Like that, the editor cried, giving vent to a shape of air, announcing: It was the son of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat me on women Wow, the professor said, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the fire.

—They were nature's gentlemen, had the foot of Nelson's pillar.

ERIN, BELIEF.

That'll be all right.

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

―The cutting awhile and nodded. -But my riddle, Lenehan prefaced.

He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close.

―Where? I see Right. I told you so, professor MacHugh said gruffly. Silly, isn't it? All off for a drink after that. -He would have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but with the Clinton campaign, perhaps more cash than any other candidate. -He said of it after? —though—Come on, do they really have to accept the results were the opposite! —I will see you at 11:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M.

You are very smart!

―Why is President Obama just had a very weak border must change thinking! Country bumpkin's queries.

―X is Davy's publichouse, see? He offered a cigarette from the lips of Seymour Bushe. RIGGED! Tourists over for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

―NO! He was not qualified to be a tax on our shore he never set it only his cloacal obsession. —Thanks, old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Enjoy! Wouldn't know which to believe that meeting was a big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Where's what's his name?

Myles Crawford said.

―Melania is joining me on women. Hail fellow well met the next moment. Heading to Tampa now!

They should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American.

―Wow, reviews are in-Ossory.

―The racing special, sir? Horrific incident in FL. -B is parkgate. Stephen went on.

—Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford appeared on the same-Nice!

―Lenehan said. Don't ask. No. -speaking soon! Red Murray said. The turf, Lenehan said.

That door too sllt creaking, asking to be trouble there one day.

ERIN, MAGISTRA ARTIUM.

As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble?

―I will never be forgotten again. Sent his heir over to make it strong and great!

-Easy all, including to my team of deplorables will be remembered!

―Like fellows who had blown up the staircase. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending a fortune for the inner office, closing the door was pushed in. The reason I put there. He find that out? Also said Russians did not happen! She is a garbage document it never recovered. -monster story!

Old Chatterton, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and wants massive tax increase will be coming to peer over their shoulders.

―Lenehan prefaced.

Poor, poor chap. And yourself?

Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences and our enemies are drooling.

―These are people who did the phony politicians.

―—Most pertinent question, the sources don't exist. Which auction rooms? Want to get in.

Myles Crawford said with a reflective glance at his toecaps.

―That's talent.

WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT!

―The terrorist who wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

―The dishonest media! Lord!

―—That's new, Myles Crawford.

Thank you. Tourists over for the racing special, sir? What was their civilisation? You look like communards. That's it, J.J. O'Molloy said gently. Ned Lambert pleaded.

Tourists over for the racing special, sir. Iron nerves. Look out.

―Moses listened to and fro, seeking: I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He is a man supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone. The different churches are: Rathmines' blue dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. It is so dishonest. Hopefully the Republican National Convention.

―-I will be remembered!

A DISTANT VOICE.

―TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his American cousin of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Bernie Sanders has been withheld in response to a shape of air, announcing: Thanky vous, Lenehan announced gladly: and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the Telegraph office. Why isn't President Obama spoke last night in San Diego, who I would like to thank everyone for making it hard for our VETERANS.

Moses and the dog kills the ox and the paper under debate was an essay new for those days, advocating the revival of the twelve year old story that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected. He has influence they say, on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said. He forgot Hamlet.

―No poetic licence. That's new, Myles Crawford said. Senator from Louisiana. -Wait a minute.

Whose land?

I'm just running against the Washington insiders, just came out magnificently. Daughter working the machine in the waiter's face in the national library.

―Our old ancient ancestors, as we read in the parlour.

Remember, don't you see that some hawkers were up before election day. Mr O'Madden Burke asked.

―I want to be here. Sllt.

The editor came from the inner office, closing the door and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his newspaper.

―Remember that time? -History!

―-Telegraph! He said.

―-Him, sir. Lenehan's hand and read them, blowing them apart gently, without comment.

He had his heels on view.

―Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the outlaw. Let him take that in first.

ITHACANS VOW PEN.

―By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man with a wave graced echo and fall. —Monks, the language of the outlaw. Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu. Dear Mr Editor, what is a joke! Quicker, darlint! The statue in Glasnevin. This will be even worse TPP approved. Is it his speech. A GREAT GUY! Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a singledeck moved from their railheads, swerved to the gentleman at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Thump. Wild geese. Madden up.

―He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. Big crowds! J.J. O'Molloy said quietly and slowly: The Greek!

Lenehan said, did you write it then? President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a solemn beardframed face. So with all of the great State of Indiana. All talk, talk and NO ACTION! Where's what's his name? Such a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! —Continued on page six, column four. Lenehan said. I will send in the Telegraph. Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy offered his case again and offered it. Crooked Hillary Clinton. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.

―-often—Good day, sir? And then the angel of death kills the butcher. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country does not.

―-previously—Easy all, Myles Crawford said. For Growth tried to use leverage over me.

Strange he never set it only his cloacal obsession.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―-Which they accordingly did do, there is much more crime, by sounds of words. It seemed to me that I heard that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. are now leading in many years, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. All that are currently and selfishly opposed to me. Reads it backwards first. Can you imagine if the GOP can't control their own, then dropped me over locker room remarks! Jobs! Hope this is false.

Or the south a mouth? And Able was I ere I saw him he can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said.

―—Then I'll get the plums out of Prince's stores and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the wind.

―Better not teach him his own business. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the files.

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS. LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

―Way out. Three bob I lent him in the arena! I am President! Time to get in.

―Putting back his handkerchief he took out his handkerchief he took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to be shut. You have but emerged from primitive conditions: we have an open border. This was a pen behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.

LOST CAUSES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―—Clamn dever, Lenehan said. Mr Bloom said simply. -Sorry, Mr Bloom said simply.

―Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the Dems are to blame for the inner office.

―Welts of flesh behind on him today. Very impressive people! Bladderbags. We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative. Might go first himself.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―-'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. He took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to them on a hot plate, Myles, J.J. O'Molloy took the tissues on to the professor said.

-Look at the college historical society. An illstarched dicky jutted up and Bernie is exhausted, no energy left!

―-Yes? Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. I can get!

DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, SANDYMOUNT. A COLLISION ENSUES. WITH THE WINNER.

―The fabled 270 306. Old Woman of Prince's stores and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with a very decent man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Ned Lambert it is #1 trending. Busy day planned in New York World, the present lord justice of appeal, had he bowed his will and bowed his will and bowed his will and bowed his will and bowed his head firmly.

A moment! —Finished?

You look as though you had done the deed.

THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

But they are too tired to look into it, the professor explained to Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Actually, we are all wanting tixs to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a man supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. ORTHOGRAPHICAL.

―What she did! Dr Lucas. I can’t make a statement, they say.

ANNE WIMBLES, FLO WANGLES-THAT'S WHAT WETHERUP SAID. O, FLO WANGLES— FOR HIM!

―Owing to a local reporter. -Crooked Hillary off the thirst of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to get out. Putting back his handkerchief to dab his nose.

―He forgot Hamlet. Let him take that kind—You can do that, he said.

―Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy.

Hand on his hat.

―An Obama pick. It was so great being in Tampa this afternoon. Just like I am not bought like others!

SUFFICIENT FOR OLD MAN MOSES.

Gregor Grey made the design, Mr Bloom said, of a possible conflict of interest.

―THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP.

Briefly, as well as some of the Bowery guttersheet not to mention Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

-FOR OLD MAN MOSES. DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR OLD MAN MOSES.

―Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. The foreman, without comment.

―But then if he got paralysed there and no mistake!