#crimestop

[official-koolaid-man-cum-sock]

are you anti abortion

nasa doesnt want you to jnow tgis but abortion isnt real they just cgi age up the baby and then pretend to send it to space on a test rocket but space isnt real so they really just obama and biden adopt it because they’re gay married its like 1984 by gorge oral. theyre thought police crimestop. big broth

[befuddled-calico-whump]

AMOW Winter Whumperland

@amonthofwhump Day 9: Unwanted Gift

(got a bit carried away with what was supposed to be a short piece. Chances are, I won't write more, but anyone who likes the concept is invited to continue the storyline lol)

Hero tapped their fingers on the table in an anxious rhythm. Vigilante was due over for lunch any minute now, and as usual, they didn't know whether to look forward to or dread her visit.

True, their agendas were aligned as far as crimestopping was concerned, but their methods… not so much. Vigilante was fun, but unpredictable, and outright bloodthirsty when it came to justice. Hero had never been bold enough to confront her more chaotic methods, no matter how much they wanted to.

Still, she was more or less a friend, and one of the few people they could actually talk to about their chosen occupation. And it was fun to have joint complaint sessions about their shared nemesis, Villain, though it was apparently his quiet season. Maybe he'd taken to hibernating all winter, like some kind of woodland creature.

Adding to their anxieties, last time they'd spoken with Vigilante, she'd slyly mentioned having a surprise for Hero. Considering the last present she'd left them was a roomful of unconscious criminals (a gift Hero had accepted with the grace of a cat owner who'd found a dead lizard on the porch), Hero was a little… uncertain about their stance on this.

A knock pulled them to their feet with a light sigh. They opened the door to reveal Vigilante, a smile on her face and a huge crate sitting on a dolly behind her. Hero raised both eyebrows, squeezing their eyes shut for a moment to compose themselves.

"Vigilante. Uh, wow. That's, uh, that's a bit more than I expected."

She laughed, tugging on the handle of the dolly to pull the package inside after her. Whatever it was, it looked like it weighed a lot. "Duh, wouldn't be a surprise if you expected it."

She hung her hat and coat, kicked off snow-covered boots, then wheeled the thing into the carpeted living room, where it took up most of the free space. 

Hero clicked their tongue. "So… you want some lunch, or..?"

"Are you kidding? I wanna see you open this up first."

Hero nodded, putting on a smile that felt more like a grimace. They always felt so awkward opening up gifts in front of people, nevermind a gift that was so unexpected. It was more than a little nerve wracking. What would be inside? Knowing Vigilante, it could be anything from a lifetime supply of biscotti, to a live tiger, (to a dead criminal...)

Hero shook off the thought with a shudder. She wouldn't. She wouldn't go that far, at least… at least not in front of them. Right?

Vigilante nudged them. "Come onnn, crack it open! I wanna see the look on your face."

Hero let out a nervous laugh. "Okay." They reached for the crate. It had latches running down the side, so that it would swing open like a refrigerator once they were removed. At least they wouldn't have to bring out a crowbar.

They undid the first latch. Something inside the crate moved.

Hero took a hasty step back, casting a glance at Vigilante. 

"What the–"

"Just open it! Don't freak out, okay? I promise it's safe."

Sure it was. Taking a breath to steady themselves, Hero moved back to the box, undoing the remaining latches one by one, their stomach doing backflips as they slowly, slowly, pulled the door open to reveal…

"Villain?" they murmured, momentarily frozen in place. 

It was him alright. Curled into a tight ball, his hands shielding his face, his body shaking. Hero took it in. The bruised flesh, the lack of warm clothing, the fear they could practically feel coming off of him.

"Vigilante– this, it's… no. This isn't—" Hero stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Do you like it?" Vigilante was unfazed. Maybe she took Hero's shock as something good. They'd been surprised all right. 

"Vigilante–"

"You don't have to worry about him bugging you anymore," she said brightly. "Watch." She snapped her fingers, and Villain flinched, then slowly uncurled himself and crawled out of the crate, pushing himself into a kneeling position, head bent.

Hero couldn't move, could only watch, horrified, as their once-proud enemy trembled before them.

"You… you trained him?"

"Surprise!" Her cheer was undampened. How could she be so okay with this? Had it been her who'd left all those bruises and half-healed wounds?

Villain's hair had grown long, shaggy strands obscuring his face. Hero took a cautious step forward, and instantly regretted it as the new angle gave them a good view of Villain's back, split open by dozens of whip marks. Their hand flew to their mouth. They were going to be sick.

"What did you do?" they said, barely past a whisper.

"You don't like it." Vigilante sounded disappointed.

"I don't— I— you hurt him. This isn't… I can't stand for this kind of torture." They tore their eyes away from Villain, who didn't seem to be reacting at all to the situation.

Vigilante had a pouty expression on her face, completely oblivious to the gravity of all of this. "Not even if it's Villain? Come on, you hate him. I thought this would make you happy."

Hero shook their head. "No. No, I wanted to stop Villain. I-I wanted him to be caught. To face justice."

"That's what I did. I caught him. I delivered–"

"This isn't justice."

She fell silent for a moment, looked up at them with puppydog eyes. "I did this for you, Hero," she said quietly.

I never asked you to, Hero wanted to say, but what would happen if they rejected her misguided gift? Would she take him back? Kill him? No matter what Villain had done, Hero couldn't sentence him to torture, to death.

So they swallowed down the words, nodding. "Okay. Just… just give me some time, okay? We'll talk about this later, I-I just need to think."

Vigilante nodded back, and they could see tears forming in her eyes. She'd truly believed they would like it. They tried to quell the barrage of mixed emotions within them as they saw her to the door, pushed down every questioning thought as they walked back to Villain, who still hadn't moved.

How long had it been since they'd last seen him? Five months? Six? How much of that time had he spent a captive?

Hero knelt in front of him, caution at the forefront of their mind, but more out of habit than any real sense of danger. They had no doubt they could easily overpower the beaten figure in front of them if the need arose.

"Um, hey," they said, eliciting no response from Villain. How far gone was he? They tried again.

"Look at me," they said, trying to make the command soft, non-threatening. Villain took a quiet, shuddering breath, then raised his head to meet their eyes.

His face was partially obscured by dark hair, but Hero could see bruising on his cheekbone, his jaw. His eyes were sharp with fear, and Hero felt like he was searching them. Looking for intent.

"I'm not going to hurt you," they said. "You, uh… I'm sorry this happened. I never intended–"

With a sudden cry, Villain lunged forward, knocking Hero onto their back. Hero threw up an arm, ready to defend against a blow, but Villain was already stumbling away.

He wasn't attacking. He was running. 

Hero pushed themselves up as their nemesis reached the front door, fumbling at the handle with shaking fingers before throwing it open and running outside.

After a moment's consideration, Hero ran after him. They couldn't just let him go, but more than that, he was barefoot and barely clothed, and it was snowing.

It didn't take long to catch up. When he looked back to see Hero in pursuit, he put on another burst of short-lived speed that left him collapsed in the road.

Hero knelt down to help him up, and was met by several weak blows.

"Don't. Please, just…" Villain barely got out a few words before the sentence dissolved into sobs.

Hero scooped him into their arms, his body shaking violently against the cold. No matter how big a pain in the ass Villain was, they'd never wanted to see him like this. But like it or not, here he was.

They couldn't hand him over to law enforcement. They couldn't give him back to Vigilante. Hell, they didn't even know if he had any friends who would take him in. They were all he had.

They carried him through their still-open front door, set him on the couch, and piled on a few blankets. It was several minutes before Villain's sobs began to quiet, and Hero took that time to put soup on the stove and boil water for tea.

It was obvious Villain didn't trust them. Why would he? He'd probably try to run again as soon as he had the chance. He'd need an eye kept on him, and a lot of patience to go with it. 

Vigilante hadn't been wrong. This was certainly a surprise. A difficult one, but Hero was willing to work with it. To wait, to hope for the best.

To help their enemy heal.

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Ex-Moonie Says Cults Make “1984” a Reality

The following letter of March 1 to the Cult Observer is from Paul Engel, National oordinator of the Former Cultists Support Network (FOCUS).

The world George Orwell depicted in “1984” is not imaginary. It is a present reality. And many people, not only those who have been prisoners of war or subjects of Soviet or Chinese communism, have experienced it. It exists in thousands of contemporary cults. I know, because I myself was a victim of cult mind manipulation.

My manipulator was the “Moonies.” They did not torture me, nor did they employ all-seeing 1984 ‘telescreens.’ Nonetheless, they achieved control over me, more subtle than Big Brother’s control over Winston Smith, and stripped me of the ability to use my critical faculties, to establish emotional ties, and to communicate independently.

Communication control in their isolated camp environment was the key. They ‘loaded the language’ (to use Robert Lifton’s phrase), to develop in me a kind of 1984 ‘Newspeak.’ This was full of new meanings for old words and concepts, and restricted in range. For example, they purged the word ‘free’ of intellectual or political meaning: it signified only a lack of physical attachment; it no longer implied choice, only the ability to do ‘God’s will.’

Similarly, in the Unification Church and 1984, opposites replace one another. In 1984 the Ministry of Truth fabricates history, the Ministry of Peace maintains constant war, and the Ministry of Love is a place of torture. For Rev. Moon’s followers, the chant “Bomb with Love” and the practice of “Heavenly Deception” effectively combine contradictory terms and impulses. And all of this loading of the language contributes to the ability to rewrite history: Orwell’s Winston Smith himself constantly revises records just as cults pervert scriptures, change certain facts, and give new meanings or justifications for failed prophecies.

‘Newspeak’ also diminishes the range of thought. And without an appreciation for concepts like freedom, relativity, and individuality and family, the quality of interpersonal relationships alters. Soon, the individual automatically suppresses or corrects ‘wrong’ thoughts and feelings (‘crimestop’ for the inhabitants of 1984 and ‘fighting Satan’ among the Moonies).

Just in case internal controls don’t work, the group keeps close watch. In 1984, people are constantly scrutinized for such ‘facecrimes’ as inappropriate emotions toward others, or distaste for the ‘Party.’ And the same goes for cults. I had to smile constantly to avoid seeming to show unhappiness or discontent, which would be punished.

Confession is a typical corrective to bad thoughts in totalistic environments, and especially in cults. It diminishes individuality and fosters groups identity. The worse you make your pre-cult life look, the better example of positive change you become. For instance, a person who smoked marijuana only once says he’s a drug addict, and someone who had sexual relations becomes a whore or an abuser of women.  

But confession only temporarily alleviates the painful striving for perfection, and frustration is inevitable because the ideal is unattainable. The resulting guilt leads to self-punishment – in the Unification Church, neglect of sleep and food, cold showers.

The demand for purity in both 1984 and cults leads to an everlasting fight against normal doubts and desires – intellectual, emotional, and sexual. Control of sexuality is designed to prevent truly intimate relations. In 1984, Winston and Julia are intercepted in their affair and made to denounce each other for the love of ‘Big Brother.’ Likewise in the Unification Church, sex is seen exclusively for procreation, and ‘arranged’ marriages, with control of sex within marriage, rob it of anything personal.

Such a high degree of control is gained through what Lifton calls ‘mystical manipulation.’ This makes the cultic experience seem almost miraculous. For example, recruits are told that questions about the Unification Church will be answered at some point during special lectures. Unknown to the questioners, group leaders pass these questions on to lecturers, and the latter then answer these very same questions at a later date in another context. This makes it seem as if the group is omniscient, anticipating all questions and providing ‘all the answers,’ as promised.

The result of the indoctrination is that you get a society of absolutes where both interpersonal and intrapersonal relationships are virtually extinguished, along with those qualities which make us uniquely human: independent thought, intimacy, and communication.

Cult Observer, Vol. 2, No. 2, 1985, p.35

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Moonwebs by Josh Freed (the book was made into a movie)

David Frank Taylor: “Social organization of recruitment in the Unification Church” (1978).

Crazy for God: The nightmare of cult life by Christopher Edwards

Barbara Underwood and the Oakland Moonies

Papasan Choi and Boonville’s Japanese origins

Life Among the Moonies [in Oakland] by Deanna Durham

Camp K, aka Maacama Hill, Unification Church recruitment camp

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

gaslight (doublethink), gatekeep (blackwhite), girlboss (crimestop)

[troublcmakcrs]

"Five pages into 1984 so far, and I gotta say... li'l on the nose." Tweek thumbs through the rest of the book's soft, well-worn pages, catching brief snatches of other sentences. Crimestop. FREEDOM IS SLAVERY. So on, so forth.

He chuckles darkly. "Although, I do kinda wish the government made their spying on us this obvious."

[zimhope]

5 year old Zimbabwean Ropafadzo missing in South Africa

Ropafadzo Munhukwaye, 5 years old from Primrose, Gauteng was kidnapped on 21 June 2023 at 14:00. She was wearing yellow trousers, white jersey, and light pink tekkies. Anyone with information please contact the Investigating Officer or call the Crime Stop number at 08600 10111. Alternatively report information via MY SAPS mobile APP https://www.saps.gov.za/crimestop/missing/detail.php?bid=15488

[dominikswtor]

#29 Crimestop by Dominik Birtić

[kholkedekho]

Crime Patrol | Pati Patni aur Lady Doctor | क्राइम सीरीज - قصص الجريمة - Crime Stories EP 9 Relive the best episodes similar to of your favorite crime-thriller show, Crime Patrol, Crime Zone, Crime Stories, India Alert, Crime Stop , Savdhaan India Crime Story that tell us, we need to be careful, we need to be watchful. Crimes that tell us lives could have been saved. Every crime we hear of, either warns us to be careful or scares us, it could happen to us. Every crime ignites a feeling, "It should not have happened". Would knowing the "Why" behind a crime, help in stopping a crime from happening? "I don't like the way he looks at me", "I don't like the way he/she is behaving", "I think he/she is out of his/her mind", "I think he/she has gone crazy". That gaze, that quirky smile, that persistent stare which unnerves. It is difficult to understand the intentions but the hints are there. In a house a husband and wife argue, fight. A vessel comes flying, a glass breaks. Husband is angry and the wife is upset. That hatred, that ego. The distance that keeps growing. It is difficult to comprehend the damage, but the cracks are there. Feelings expressions. Misunderstood, unresolved callings of the heart. The cracks are there. Too wide to be missed. Yet when the heart takes over the mind, the outcome is a mindless tragedy. #crimepatrol #crimestories #crimealert #crimeseries #crimestop #indiaalert #savdhaanindia #satark #dastak #newcrimetime #crimereport #crimeofdesire #crime #crimestory #crimezone 00:00 : 34:54 - Crime Patrol  Pati Patni aur Lady Doctor EP 1 Bhabhi Se Pyaar : https://youtu.be/APflCMc1PuE EP 2 Rasiya Sasur : https://youtu.be/AfTTYGkWG5g EP 3 Patni Ka Sauda : https://youtu.be/KZtUCmBgKWo EP 4 Garam Naukrani : https://youtu.be/VzET1pke7TU EP 5 Hadd - Bereham Hasina : https://youtu.be/5Ee-IuTx0VU EP 6 Dhongi Baba - Aashram: https://youtu.be/O486FUslc2s EP 7 Suhagraat - First Nigth : https://youtu.be/Ga94r5fLzZk EP 8 Namard : https://youtu.be/4_m_mRvz0F8 EP 9 Pati Patni aur Lady Doctor : https://youtu.be/YHlvDtUnmu8

[pixelmongrel]

Enough said...

[supergay-supergirl]

alex danvers, in high school: in total oblivion, "best friends" with girls, goes to the beach with rick malverne

alex danvers, two years into college: KARA SOMETIMES WE HAVE TO HIDE OUR IDENTITIES TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE WE LOVE

[winstonandjulia]

He set to work to exercise himself in crimestop....It was not easy. It needed great powers of reasoning and improvisation. The arithmetical problems raised, for instance, by such a statement as "two and two make five" were beyond his intellectual grasp. It needed also a sort of athleticism of mind, an ability at one moment to make the most delicate use of logic and at the next to be unconscious of the crudest logical errors. Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.

George Orwell, 1984

[rothai]

@crimestopped​          is  getting  a  forced  starter  from  her  beloved.

❝     detective  or  not  ,  listen                  ❞     sheriffs  ,  rookies  ,  s  .  t   a  .  r  .  s        ...      she’s  heard  it  all  before  ,  no   one  with  authority  had  a  say  in  life  or  death   ,  however  it  does  give  them  the  advantage  ,   sometimes  .     ❝     right  now  ,  the  things  out  there  aren’t  our  buddies    ...     so  ,  don’t  reason  with  them  and  aim  for  the  head .     ❞     lifting  her  pistol  ,  she  spun  the  barrel  before  opening  it  to  make  sure  she  had  at  least  some  bullets  in  ,  a  soft  sigh  came  out  of  her  mouth  before  closing  it  back  up  . 

                                  ❝     your  gun  is  more  reliable  than  any  human  ,  got  it    ???    ❞      her  tone  was  serious  ,  yet  it  still  had  a  hint  of  warmth.   claire  only  tried  her  hardest  ,  if  she  could  do  things  solo  it  would’ve  been  a  lot  easier  since  her  tender  heart  will  constantly  make  sure ,  no  one  will  get  hurt  .   however  ,  the  people  in  her  life  ,  die  .    (       for   an   endless  battle       )   

[itssheriffstilinski]

“ why is your kid always getting tied up due to their threat to the general public? ”

spam the inbox!! 

        “my kid is not a damn threat.” he is a mischievous dumbass sometimes, though.

[possumcorpse]

@chailoyaltea

they're dumb gays your honor

[ariyadaivaris]

catsi replied to your photo “my hero!!!!!!!!!!!”

I'M GONNA CRY I LOVE LINCE SO MUCH

ME TOO!!!!!!!!! he’s been so patient and the last few weeks he’s been really exploring new things to try and do like making new gear and filming things and streaming video games with people and it’s really cute!!! truly a cat of the people!!! i love him so so so dearly omg

[winstonandjulia]

Crimestop means the faculty of stopping short, as though by instinct, at the threshold of any dangerous thought. It includes the power of not grasping analogies, of failing to perceive logical errors, of misunderstanding the simplest arguments if they are inimical to Ingsoc, and of being bored or repelled by any train of thought which is capable of leading in a heretical direction. Crimestop, in short, means protective stupidity.

George Orwell, 1984, in Goldsteins’ book