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shivadh · 11 months ago

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It's not really in the spirit of the lighthearted romance genre, but every so often I want to write a story in the Shivadhverse that's about one of the kings passing on to the next king the weird covert stuff you occasionally just have to do as a working politician. Canonically, though I haven't put it in the books anywhere, Fons-Askaz was a neutral ground where Meetings That Never Happened could take place during the cold war, but I also step very carefully around that kind of thing because "A Jewish politician secretly mediating a peace treaty" can spill over into "Secretly Jews run the world" very, very quickly.

But I was listening to a podcast about Nicolae Ceaușescu this morning and it was talking about how basically, he ransomed Romania's Jewish population for spending cash -- if Romanian Jews wanted to immigrate out of the country there was a visa fee, which Ceaușescu then took and used on shopping sprees outside of Romania, a cash-low socialist country at the time. There is a reason the podcast about him is called Behind The Bastards.

Most of the Jews leaving Romania were heading to Israel, which paid the fees to get them out. Still, I can't shake the idea of Jason introducing Michaelis to the more dangerous side of the job by taking him, around age 15 or 16, to a nighttime meeting at the country's one tiny airstrip (purportedly abandoned since WWII) to greet a small aircraft with a handful of undocumented Jewish-Romanian immigrants on board, to welcome them to Askazer-Shivadlakia and give them their new papers as citizens.

"We can't pay the fees, but we can get a few out at a time, illegally. Generally small aircraft flown by volunteer pilots. You asked about the budget line-item for keeping up the old airstrip, and this is why."

"How often do you do this?"

"A few times a year. Sometimes they're only passing through, but they still need papers. Most stay -- there are farmers in dairy country that take them in, until they can get on their feet."

"But you don't have to meet the plane yourself. You could sign the papers and have someone else deliver them, if you wanted."

"I could, but I want to meet them. I want them to know I'm here, that the man holding the highest office in the country cares about their safety. Someday you may have to pass this on to whoever follows you as king. It's important that you pass on the values, not just the actions. So we go and look them in the eye as we give them their new life."

On the one hand, the good thing is that Gregory was born after Ceaușescu fell from power, so this particular tradition doesn't have to be passed on. But I would imagine Askazer-Shivadlakia might still have need of a small covert immigration program of some kind, and sooner or later Gregory's going to have to take Joan with him and teach her that the king goes and looks his new citizens in the eye as he gives them their identity papers.

#random ideas #short stories #jason michaelis #michaelis ben jason

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sarahsarahhelles · 4 months ago

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Hello, I am Sarah, help me and help my family in Gaza

I lost my father after he was wounded by the Israeli occupation \n He was suffering from paralysis in his right hand from them

Save what's left of my family. Me, my mother, Fahed, Farah, Baraa, and Ahmed. We used to live in the east of Gaza City in the Shuja'iya neighborhood.

Then the war came and we were displaced out of intense fear of the occupation from northern Gaza to its south in Deir al-Balah. We now live in a tent.

Our house in Gaza was completely destroyed

We have lost security, stability and calm😞

Before ➡️

After ➡️

How painful is the tent life

we suffer from in summer and winter

In the summer, due to the intense heat and bright sunlight, and in the winter, due to the intense cold, rain, and water entering the tent and drowning things.

I was studying at the Faculty of Dentistry at Al-Azhar University in gaza

and reached the third level

but I didn't complete my study😔😭

during the war because of the difficult conditions and high prices that prevented me from paying university fees I lost my dream and passion to graduate and finish my studies

I lost my room, my isolation, my desk, my books, my references, and my dental study materials

I miss my life before the war😫💔

Help me to finish my learning

We now cook over the fire because there is no gas. We suffer from high prices and the lack of purchases and clothes We haven't eaten delicious food in a while The crossing was closed and we no longer receive meat, frozen food, dairy, cheese, vegetables, or fruits. Our food now is all canned food.

We suffer from a lack of treatment and medicines

My mother suffered a spinal cord injury, and as a result of her injury, she lost movement and feeling in her legs paralysis 🦽

She sits in a wheelchair

She needs treatment abroad to be able to walk on her feet again.

Please 🙏🥺 helps her to take treatment

My sister gave birth to her first child during the war This is a photo of the birth with my mother.

Sarah and my family

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takotakigum · 1 year ago

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kiss it off me — gojo satoru

characters: gojo satoru x fem!reader

warnings: dubcon (probably noncon), food play, making out, gojo satoru is a pervert, this is messy: both literally in writing and content, breast fondling, and breast kissing

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: that one summer day you find out gojo satoru might have a liking to your breasts…covered in melted ice cream.

takotakigum’s kinktober 2023 | please read at your own risk!

“i bought ice cream! anyone wants to share?” you hear an excited voice echo through the outside hallways of the classroom, a chill creeps through your spine despite the humid atmosphere all around you. of course, before you could even answer—which you didn’t even think of—the shoji loudly slides open with much force coming from gojo’s foot. there he stands, a big grin stretched along his face holding two cones of ice cream; his eyes becoming crescent shapes as his glasses fall loosely to his nose. “oh? there’s one one else here again?” from your desk, you shake your head to a no. although gojo doesn’t falter with his smile, but instead, he seems to get brighter. “well, more for us!” there’s only two cones in his hand, so you want to ask: how? but you don’t even know if he’ll give you a useful answer.

with the sweet tooth gojo satoru has, you’re in no way surprised that he absolutely loves eating ice cream on a particular hot summer day in jujutsu high.

however, something you did not expect is him also being extremely clumsy with his precious dessert that his arms are flailing by the second, his own ice cream cone abruptly dropping and splattering on the confinements of your jujutsu high’s uniform.

“gojo,” you sigh, looking down at your table, hoping the ice cream cone landed there. unfortunately, the cold, seeping substance you feel directly on your breasts proposes otherwise. “oh no, i’m so sorry!” overly dramatic and overly sarcastic is what gojo sounds like. “gojo,” you say again, eyes fixated on your messed up uniform as you hold in a deep frown. “it’s the fourth time this week.” you manage to say, goosebumps sprouting all over your arms when gojo leans closer to use his bare hands to wipe away the ice cream off your chest.

his fingers are slow, feeling up the accentuated curves on the upper half of your breast that got contaminated with the dessert. your breath quickens, and you bite your inner lip as you feel the pads of his fingers give little controlled pinches on your uniform’s fabric—acting like he’s soaking out the absorbed melted dairy when really he isn’t.

“has it been? gosh, i’m so sorry, really!” by now, irritation eases back the goosebumps that went up. “i don’t have any other spare uniform now, gojo.” your voice becomes smaller, yet it weighs the same. gojo knows it, he isn’t stupid—clumsy but not dumb. at least, not dumb on purpose. “hmm, but you shouldn’t even be wearing the outer uniform when it’s summer. did ‘ya know that?” with your three years of studying in jujutsu high: no, you didn’t. but it doesn’t even seem real, you should know.

before you could say anything, gojo’s hand now rises higher to the dry part of your uniform—the buttons on near your collar. for a brief moment of shock, you stay still, and you gulp at the sensation of gojo’s knuckles teasingly flutter against your neck. within that still moment, gojo was able to snap off the buttons in charge of closing your uniform’s top together with ease. naturally, your vest loosens, and the white button up you’re wearing inside peaks through. once more, your breath gets heavy. and it piques the interest of gojo in front of you even more.

“what are you doing?” you ask so sweetly—so innocently in gojo’s end. your hands try to close the buttons back up, getting conscious. “helping you clean and letting you cool down, duh!” gojo’s hands regress, sticky hands grab onto your outer uniform tighter, pulling it down until it’s crumpled up on your elbows. “‘s killing two birds with one stone.” he says, face too close. you feel his hair tickle your forehead with the way he’s leaning towards you eyes fixated down rather than in front of you. with your jaw going slack and face going hot, you quickly rush your hand to hide under his glasses, palm pushing tighter onto gojo’s eyelids when his hand squeezes on your shoulder.

in that moment of purely fluster, you realize gojo hasn’t moved. at that moment of broken composure, you forgot to remember some things. “you know,” your hand can feel the way gojo’s cheekbones contract as he—you assumes—smiles. “i can still see. even if you’re covering my eyes.” almost, you almost slap him. your still clothed breasts, with a faint stain of melted ice cream that has seeped through the first layer of fabric and onto the second—has been stared at by gojo for the past five minutes. “d-did you have to keep staring, then?!” your face is hot, your legs stiffly closed together under your table. “maybe?” from between his teeth, gojo sticks out his tongue as he grins.

taken aback by everything, you fail to feel the waving presence of gojo in front of you, then, a glob of white ice cream replaces the dollop of white hair that was once in front of you. “sorry, sorry.” even so the apology, gojo’s voice is still laced with amusement; his hand holding the cone obnoxiously swaying the ice cream side to side without care. like he wants it to melt and holler down back to your chest. “what do you want me to do with that?” you ask, the sweet treat getting closer to your lips by each word you speak. gojo only shrugs, not stopping until your mouth has been smothered with the cold temperature of the dessert.

suddenly, the wave of coolness disappears within an instant. instead, it’s replaced with gojo’s own lips. you dare not admit how soft it feels, or how if he pushed his body a little bit more onto yours, your mouth would’ve been so weak that it would open up just enough for his tongue to slip in and taste the rest of you. but somehow, your senses get a hold of you. and this time, you really were about to slap him—that is until his hand wrap around yours and nonchalantly holds them with a level of strength you struggle to be released with.

your breath is heavy as gojo’s tongue prods into your mouth. disgustingly so, it’s sweet. all of his essence is so, so disgustingly fucking sweet. his tongue is deep in your mouth, saliva of which you don’t even know is from trickles along the side of your chin, mixing in with the remains of the melted ice cream down on your neck. with a loud, needy release from your mouth, gojo pants along with you. you’re unable to speak, though. with the way his tongue is undying as it laps on your lips hungrily for every bit of stray sweetness, you’re in no shape to move an inch.

however, when gojo’s mouth roughly kisses down from your lips and follows the trail of melted spit and dairy to your neck and collarbones, you make an attempt to push him off. somewhere along the desperation of touch by gojo, his glasses falls on the ground, although you nor him spared the time to glance at anything other than the moment. you feel as though each push you project onto him, he places more of his body weight to you. you whine in each attempt of defeat, and with each whine slips out an undistinguishable moan from the back of your throat. your body naturally lets it out, continuously, too as gojo begins sucking on your neck, leaving pink bruises.

“so sweet, aren’t you?” with a voice so hoarse like that, you can’t seem to deny the way your nipples harden under your clothing anymore. “gojo,” you whine, eyes shut close as blood continues to rush up to your cheeks and stain. “no,” you whine again, head turning left and right with all your strength when you feel his tongue play lower than your collarbone.

“be a good girl and hold onto my shoulders for a bit, ‘kay?” you shouldn’t. god fucking knows you shouldn’t when the opportunity to distance yourself is right there. but alas, you obey. your hands weakly clutch on the fabric of gojo’s uniform—exactly on his shoulders, as he asked you to. your body and mind do not intersect into any agreement. your mind is telling you to use your strength to pull gojo away, to use your arms to do something that would retain your self respect. but your body? it can’t hear it—can’t understand it.

just like how gojo’s ears sign deaf when you whisper and choke on your own words trying to tell him to stop—to not go anywhere lower than your neck. after successfully undoing the buttons of your last remaining top, gojo’s fingers scoop up the last bit of ice cream that’s almost liquid on the table. you yelp out at the cold substance being massaged onto your breast, especially the nipple. “tastes better like this, i have to say.” gojo speaks like he’s ever had a hold of your tits before. his tongue is back with more fervor than you’d imagine. it flicks over one of your nipples, sucking loudly and groaning when the soft skin easily gets squeezed by his other hand.

you, are a different story. as gojo seems to bask in your melodic, repetitive moans of his name, you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes angrily as gojo’s pace is too far beyond enjoyable; layers of sweat accumulating on your skin, giving it an extra shine gojo is murmuring about. but even so, why did you not beg of him to stop? when did you forget to shake your head no after the first few times? even with gojo’s hands and mouth dissipating all the innocence on your body, even with his bite marks charring your skin with evidence of sin—why does your lower abdomen twist for more?

as your thighs subconsciously rub against one another along with your fingers gripping on gojo’s hair and shoulder so tightly—gojo’s phone rings—too loudly.

“fuck,” he clicks his tongue, licking one last stripe of whatever your breast has to offer and rises his head to give you one last deep kiss for you to feel the fleeting moments of his sore tongue. gojo takes the call right in front of your face, his lips swollen as his eyes are gazed in lust. “gotta take this mission, sweets.” gojo says, face morphing into a look of stoicism as he finds his disregarded glasses on the floor. gojo wipes some excess spit-mixed-with-dairy with his hand from your cheeks to suck in his mouth. you, being dumbfounded, is unable to say anything before gojo is near the open shoji already.

“gojo! are we not going to talk about this?? fuck that mission, please get back here and-” as if nothing ever happened, gojo beams a smile at you. red lips unwavering as he bids you farewell.

“i’ll buy ice cream again when i get back, then we can continue~ ah, but first, you should fix up. you might get cold next.” with a wink, he’s gone. leaving you in your heated, disheveled state: clothes crumpled all apart, hair disorganized, chest heaving with large breaths of hair—and all the possible things gojo has done to you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru #gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #takotakinktober2023 #takotakigum.writes

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unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240 · 2 years ago

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Since my previous post didn't turn up anything comprehensive like I was hoping for, I'm just going to do an informal writeup of advice on how to approach traditional Jewish observance with limited funds. I am not a rabbi or formal educator or anything official, nor is this in any way exhaustive. This is just based on my experiences as a 30ish year old adult who converted Conservative with no prior familial connections to Judaism and did so on a limited budget. I strive for traditional observance and would describe my practice as leaning more traditional egalitarian or Conservadox rather than what is most common for typical Conservative Jews in the US.

Okay? Okay.

Taking up traditional observance on a limited budget

So you're looking into traditional Jewish observance for the first time, either as a reclaimant, baal teshuva, or convert. One of the the first things you probably realized is that this lifestyle - especially the initial startup costs - is expensive. If, like me, you started reeling from the sticker shock but don't want to let that dissuade you out of stubbornness, commitment to Torah, or both, you're probably wondering where to go from here. Here is a list of things that you will need or want for an observant lifestyle that could cost money (some of this may be different based on your community and/or gender):

Ritual use (and practical use) items:

Mezuzot with a kosher klaf inside for each halachic doorway

Shabbat candles and candlesticks

Kiddush cup

Havdalah set

Challah cover

Tzedekah box

Tallit

Tefillin

Handwashing cup (and basin)

Tzniut clothing (this may be incredibly community specific) that is also practical

Tallit katan

A legitimate and covering rain coat

Walking shoes that you're not embarrassed to wear at shul (no really)

Kippot (and any other relevant head coverings, depending on your community)

**Replacing any kitchen utensils, appliances, and dishes that cannot be kashered if you're starting from scratch in keeping kosher, possibly ×2 or even ×3 depending on whether you intend to have a dual kitchen (or a meat, dairy, and pareve set of kitchen items)

Sukkah/building materials and decorations

Lulav & Etrog (these are plants; they are for ritual use but you will need to buy them each year obviously)

Menorah & Chanukah candles

Pesach dishes and kitchen utensils (noted separately because not everything is likely to be able to be kashered over for Pesach from year round) and any additional cleaning and covering items (so much tin foil lol)

Seforim (religious books)

Siddur

Bentcher(s)

Chumash

Tanakh

Practical halacha/practice guides and other basic reference books

Ongoing expenses:

Tzedekah (including special holiday giving such as mishloach manot and extra tzedekah for Purim or maot chitim for Pesach)

Shul membership fees

Kosher food is often more specialized and therefore more expensive, especially Pesach food

Wine or grape juice for Shabbat

Extra food if you're hosting people for Shabbat or potentially to bring to your host's home if you are invited over frequently

Specialized food for holidays (e.g., special fruit on Rosh Hashana, blintzes on Shavuot, brisket or matzah ball soup on Pesach, etc.)

Mikvah costs if you are married, menstruate (or have a spouse who does) and are shomer taharat mishpachat and/or if your community has a tradition of men using the mikvah before, e.g. Shabbat and holidays. Even if you don't need the mikvah for personal reasons, you will still need to pay a fee to immerse for conversion (if relevant) and to toivel any new kitchen items. You will also need bedika cloths for taharat mishpachat.

Housing in an area that allows you to walk to your shul, ideally within an eruv

Day school/Hebrew school if you have kids, and summer camp during the summers

Fees for certain classes and events; especially if you are a convert, you will likely need to pay for an Intro to Judaism course through your shul or at another local shul.

Other things that are extremely helpful, make observant life much easier and more pleasant, may help you fit into your community better, and/or enable more advanced participation, or are just nice to have:

Timers for electronics on Shabbat and Yom Tovim

Light switch covers for Shabbat

Hot water carafe for Shabbat/Yom Tovim

Plata or other type of warmer for Shabbat lunch and/or seudah shlishit

Specific laundry dealibobs (idk what they're actually called) for keeping your tzitzit in good condition

Shabbosdik watch

Shabbos key (especially if you live outside the eruv, but it's good to have for if the eruv goes down anyways)

Light box and/or thrip cloth for bug-checking produce

Bedikat chametz set

Purim costumes

If, like me, you owned exactly zero white clothes before now, you may want to invest in a white outfit for Yom Kippur &/or a kittel

Shofar (if you plan on contributing to your shul that way)

Etrog container and lulav transport bag

Machzor

Haggadot

Aramaic dictionaries for Talmud study

(Depending on the community) some amount of the Talmud

Commentaries

Tikkun

Talpiot

An extra bookshelf for all your Jewish books (not a joke)

Hebrew language classes and learning materials (which are extremely helpful in getting you integrated and up to speed)

This list doesn't even touch on things you might just want, like attractive judaica (hiddur mitzvah), jewelry, Jewish art and decor, etc.

(I also didn't touch on things that are part of major simchas such as bnei mitzvot or weddings, or travel to Israel, or studying in seminary, or other significant but highly specific expenditures that are unfortunately outside the scope of this one layperson's tumblr post)

Oy, that's a lot! This list (with a few exceptions) was generated by me going through everything I've had to invest in over time and ongoing expenses (or that I've had to find a workaround for), or things that are on my list for later when I have the funds.

I'm sure there's plenty I forgot. Where to even start?

Well, the first thing to note is that what I have took seven and a half years (and counting) to obtain, so don't expect to compile this all at once, and don't worry that you'll have to have all that money/resources marshaled up front. It will take time, and that's okay!

The other good news is that while some of this is nice to have, there's a lot that is not immediately (or ever) necessary for most/all folks to personally own, even if it is common for observant folks to own them.

A reality: Sometimes you're going to feel poor, and there will likely be a lot of people in your community who just, won't get it. Sometimes those people are in leadership. Yes this sucks and is sometimes really painful.

A counterbalance to that reality: A lot of people and communities are extremely generous and kind, even if they don't quite get it. Tzedekah is a huge mitzvah, and it is an added bonus for a lot of folks if that tzedakah goes toward enabling another Jew to observe more mitzvot. Hosting is also a major mitzvah. By accepting other people's help and being a guest at their Shabbos table, you are actually doing them a favor by giving them an opportunity to give tzedakah and host. Drill that into your head now, and early; don't be ashamed to ask for and receive help.

Now that I've laid all that out, some general advice. I will follow up later with specifics for each item from the above lists to the best of my ability in a later post.

Skip the judaica store for anything you can get at a thrift store. Candlesticks? Goodwill. B'samim jar? Find a cute container and throw some spices in there. Kiddush cup? Get a cute cup or wine glass at Target.

Start small, and take on one mitzvah at a time. It can be frustrating to have to wait, but it will help you pace yourself in reshaping your lifestyle, which is actually a very good thing. Also, before you take up a particular new mitzvah, learn deeply about it first so that you understand what is actually required, and what is customary (minhag) or stringency (chumra). You may not need the specialty pre-approved [read: more expensive] version of the thing if you know enough of what you're doing.

See if your shul, another nearby shul, or JCC ever has a community rummage sale. If so, check that out for secondhand menorahs, tallitot, siddurim, etc. (If not, consider suggesting that they do to leadership that organizes events or offer to organize it yourself if you're on that committee.) Also check out thrift stores and secondhand bookstores in particularly Jewish areas.

Talk to your rabbi about your needs. Your rabbi may have good suggestions that are specific to your area/community, may have discretionary funds to help, or may know folks who would be willing to pass on extra judaica they don't need.

Your shul may also have items you can borrow. I was able to, for example, borrow a machzor for the high holidays, and borrow a set of tefillin for nearly two years while I saved up for my own set. (And even then, the rabbi helped cover half of the cost from discretionary funds when I did purchase my own set, and was happy to do so.)

Honestly, just borrow whatever books you can until you can get your own. You can do this from your shul, your shul's library if they have one, or even the public library for reference books and certain commentaries. I would buy them in the following order: the siddur your shul uses, a chumash, a Tanakh, and then whatever else you're interested in. Sefaria.org is an incredible free online resource, but you'll want these for Shabbat and Yom Tovim sooner rather than later.

Talk to your rabbi or shul leadership about reduced membership fees, or join a shul that has a pay-what-you-can fee structure.

Look for classes that are free, have a sliding scale fee structure, or scholarships. If you're dead-set on a particular class and it doesn't advertise reduced fees or scholarships based on need, reach out to the organizers and ask. They might not have advertised it, but would be able to ask if someone would sponsor a student or give you ideas of other funds you could apply for.

Keep a wish list updated, and if friends or family are buying you birthday or holiday gifts, ask for important (and specific) items. I recommend an online registry so that you get the specific thing you need/want.

For specialty kosher food, see if your area has a kosher co-op so you can buy for bulk prices. (This is especially helpful for Pesach.)

These are general suggestions, but there's a lot more. Stay tuned!

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darkmaga-returns · 5 months ago

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The above video ⬆️ is an excellent share that shows the actual state agents confiscating Amos Miller’s food. The transcript is below 👇 .

You can see the depth and breadth of the scope of this lawsuit, which affects every Private Member Association (PMA) in the USA, including those that are formed by doctors who left the medical system and practice as tribal practitioners.

Click to Help AMOS MILLER with Legal Fees

Amos Miller, the Amish Farmer in Bird in Hand PA has been raided and is being sued by the Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture in 2024. In this video I am going to provide you with details surrounding the January 2024 raid of Millers Organic Farm by the State of Pennsylvania; a raid which comes just one year after the conclusion of the Federal Government’s lawsuit against Miller in the United States vs Miller Organic Farm case.

PLEASE SHARE THIS VIDEO: there has been very little media coverage of the most recent raid and the scope of this suit is too large to be glazed over.

I covered Miller’s Federal case which spanned from 2019-2023 in 2 videos, linked below.

As it stands in the USA today, every meat and dairy product that is sold at the retail level must be either directly inspected by a USDA or state agent, or (as in the case with dairy) must be processed by an establishment with license and/or permits from the state or federal government.

Private membership associations like Miller’s Organic Farm, as well as herdshares, etc. are final avenues through which small farmers can provide product direct to consumers without government mediation.

Even moreso, it is the final avenue through which YOU the consumer can opt-out of a dangerously centralized agricultural system, a system that is at present a threat to National security.

Henry Kissinger, National Security advisor under Nixon and Ford said this: “Control oil and you control nations, control food and you control people.”

If the state or federal government can de-legitimize or bankrupt Miller’s 4000+ member Private Membership Association, it could signal the beginning of the end for thousands of other small farmers across the USA who are operating under the same framework.

If you are local to Pennsylvania, or can at all make the trip I want to encourage you to be present at the Lancaster County Courthouse on February 29th at at 11:30 am for the COURT RALLY that will directly precede Amos’s Court Hearing at 1pm.

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lboogie1906 · 3 months ago

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Ralph D. de Magne de Chabert (January 12, 1890 - February 6, 1955) the son of Louis de Chabert and Laura de Chabert, was born in Saint Croix, Danish West Indies.

He was interested in agriculture and spent much of his time working on sugar farms during his youth. He supported the efforts of David Hamilton Jackson, a Saint Croix labor rights advocate and founder of The Herald. He advocated for improved social and economic conditions for the agricultural workers of Saint Croix and joined the farm workers on the island when they went on strike.

Polylingual in English, Danish, and French, he studied Journalism and Legal Studies through the La Salle Extension University, accredited by the National Home Study Council and the State of Illinois.

He was excited about the islands now being under the US flag. Nonetheless, he continued to stress the need for political power for the local population.

He founded The Saint Croix Tribune. He edited the paper’s articles and wrote editorials. A daily newspaper (except on Sundays), the Tribune adopted the mottos, “A Journal for the Progress of the People” and “Let Justice Be Done Though the Heavens Should Fall.” He was one of the founders of the Saint Croix Chamber of Commerce and served as its first president. He was a founder of the Saint Croix Democratic Party.

He served as a legal advisor to the Virgin Islands government’s executive, legislative, and judicial branches. He introduced the Homestead Act which granted adult heads of families, public land for a minimal filing fee. This act allowed thousands of Virgin Islanders to become homeowners.

He worked as a dairy farmer. He purchased and developed land for farming in Estate Blessings, Hope, and Jerusalem. He continued working with the Virgin Islands government in various capacities as an elected official responsible for the tax assessment of all property throughout the islands and as the administrator, collecting property taxes and maintaining public records and documents regarding real estate deeds and mortgages.

He married Ansetta Muckle, an entrepreneur from Frederiksted. They had six children. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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fullcravings · 5 months ago

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Full Name: [[UNKNOWN]] Alias: Seams, Cecily Holcomb shhh Race: Meta Human ??? Birthday: [[UNKNOWN]] Gender: Female Pronouns: She/They Age: [[UNKNOWN]] young adult ? 18-19 Ethnicity: White Sexuality: Asexual / Panromantic Height: 5’3

Likes: Calligraphy, digital sleuthing, note taking, diary entries, sketching, fashion, dairy products.

Dislikes: Spicy foods, the color green, puzzles, thunderstorms, dairy products.

Description: A short thing with a stiff step, that is likely seen using a pair of crutches. Her hair is cut into wispy layers and bangs with two pink pieces to frame her face. Their clothing bears an aristocratic flair, donning faux fur and a ruby broach at their throat. Their left leg only reaches the middle of their thigh. With amber eyes, Seams looks as if they might pierce through you with just a single look. From her mouth two scars carve a frown into her face, a healed gash is along her left cheek, and her right eyebrow is cut just near the end.

Present Life: Finding sanctuary in a decrepit studio apartment, Seams’ days are spent online, pouring over forums, encrypted sites they should not have access to, and digital archives. She has a knack for uncovering things sometimes best left hidden– thrilling and oddly natural. These skills are used to help with peculiar cases, expose corruption, or simply keep tabs on Gotham's underbelly. If she’s low on cash and the crimes aren’t too severe, she’ll sell back the information for a hefty fee.

While she does have a civilian persona and job, she tries not to let that info slip out. Connections may be made though.

OOC Tidbit: Ran by @hemomancyy (they/them - 19) DC OC Blog [Side]: @cece-honeycomb DC OC Blog [Side]: @eloise-pompom DC OC Blog [Side]: @ant-pomegranate DC CC Blog [Side]: @ratcatcher-duas DC Business Blog 1: @gotham-city-animal-shelter DC Business Blog 2: @gotham-city-health-department

This blog will have sparse mentions of trafficking, blood, general bodily harm, etc. There will be TW's for anything specific.

I will positively not tolerate any sort of bigotry. NSFW is unwelcome, anything romantic/flirty is doable. Roleplay starters can be sent through asks or @'s. I'll do short and long posts/replies, whatever matches the vibes. DM me if you ever have questions!! They're always open :)

#dc #dc oc #dc oc rp #dc oc blog #dc oc roleplay #gotham #gotham rp #gotham oc #dc oc rp blog #gothamite #dcu rp #Spotify

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lost-onpurpose · 5 months ago

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They're putting in a new subdivision that bumps up against the back of our property. We've received a letter from the developer offering to buy the property for $36,000 (for 18 acres with a pond, highway frontage, and three natural wells - that need a little work to make useful for household water). The property is owned by my grandmother and my dad, that's $18,000 each, which isn't enough to buy a house somewhere else.

When they refused the offer, we got a letter with the new HOA bylaws and fees for the subdivision. The developer got upset when we told them we weren't part of the subdivision and would not be paying dues or following their bylaws. "Well we're the -redacted- Dairy Farm Subdivision and your property used to belong to -redacted- Dairy Farm so you're part of the subdivision!" No sir we are not. This property was purchased in 1994 and you purchased the subdivision property in 2024.

Needless to say, I'm reading the HOA bylaws and fully plan on breaking every single one of them (that we haven't already broken by the fact that we have horses, more than one dog, two businesses, and several 'junk' cars).

I hate that there's a new subdivision going in this close to us because it's been all pasture land for decades. Now it's broken into 1-3 acre lots with an HOA.

Quiet country life is coming to an end.

#-Redacted- Dairy Farm Subdivision #I will be complaining about them often I think #So they get their own tag #HOA #Home Owner's Association #Urban Sprawl

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antiquatedplumbobs · 2 years ago

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Christmas 1911

The holiday season at Sable Dairy was always a jolly, convivial time, with plenty of good food and fun to be had. Freddy's return from Britechester brought with it an increased energy and desire to make the most of the holiday.

The boys were tasked with finding and securing the perfect Christmas tree; selecting a fine fir from the small copse behind the farm. The assistance of a sledge was needed to drag it home, but once inside and garnished with a festive popcorn and cranberry garland it took up a dazzling countenance tucked up against the stair. The card table that usually sat there banished to the attic for the time being.

It would be a lie to say that none of the Sewells had a sweet tooth, and so a flurry of holiday baking was accomplished by both Violet and Elsie. Elsie, having recently discovered both a passion and talent for baking, had been allowed to build the annual gingerbread house unsupervised (with some assistance from Charlie). To Violet's delight, none of the pieces were broken, and only one had some small tooth marks that she was studiously ignoring.

A fine meal of roast ham, potatoes, vegetables, mince pies, and Christmas puddings was made by Violet. The family exclaimed that it was the best they had eaten yet; leftovers were scarce, despite the magnitude of the meal.

Under the tree, the collection of presents the family had gotten for one another was wrapped gaily in bright papers and festooned with ribbons. Will's present to Elsie was front and center; a wrapping job foregone due to the awkward shape and size. The small pram he had built, but the little mohair bear, the latest fad toy for young children, he had ordered himself from the Sims Roebuck Catalog, paying the fees with the money he had begun saving from the farm work and odd jobs he did. He had been right; the smile on her face had been completely worth it.

Violet received a teapot in a stylish new pattern. Charlie was gifted a wooden train set, each car hand carved by Will and the functional track built by Hamish. The bright paint job, with wheels that resembled the peppermint sweets Nathanial gave each of his grandchildren, was all by Violet's precise hand. Elsie received a new dress from her mother and father, with bright red embroidery and a snowy white collar; she donned it immediately. Hamish found a box of cigars under the tree with his name on them, but with a strict reminder from Violet not to smoke in the house. For Will, Hamish had purchased a sturdy and expansive tool kit, and for Freddy, a fine leather attaché to hold his school papers and a beautifully crafted fountain pen.

The day was long and filled with excitement and good times. The family perhaps stayed up later than they should, all except one that is. His father, once realizing his torpor, carried Charlie to his bed, where his dreams were full of trains made of gingerbread and passengers that bore striking resemblances to Christmas puddings.

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#its Christmas in july everyone!!#i swear one of these days my in game season will match up irl....#ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 legacy #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 legacy #sewell legacy #william sewell #frederick sewell #elizabeth sewell #charles sewell #hamish sewell #violet sewell #sewell 1910s

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dollsonmain · 4 months ago

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Customers of the day

Older man came in and first asked if there was a discount on a box of a certain brand and type of cigarette, and no, not on that one. He scowled. Then asked for 10 packs of that and a handful of lottery tickets. He didn’t like being told that he has to buy them at the kiosk, because there was no way the kiosk could give him powerball tickets. It can. You can ask for random numbers or choose your own. He scowled again, and tried to use the wrong card reader, so I had to be like “Use this one, please.” At which point he slammed his fist, wallet, and keys hard on the countertop in anger.

“Luckily” for me I’m used to assholes that like to slam things so I just blank-faced him/didn’t react at all while he paid for his stuff and left.

Another customer came in and asked for one pack of cigars which is like $1.56. I told him he has to spend $5 to pay with his card and he was like NEVERMIND THEN and went to leave. Before he could get to the door he turned around and came back and tried to convince me “they” let him buy them all the time and pay with his card and I said “I’ve been told not to do that, sorry.” And he left again. Then I went back to making sandwiches and he came back, slammed a pack of gum on the counter, and paid for the gum and his cigars and left for real that time.

Many times people asked me if I was working all day or why was I working today, etc. and I was like ”Well, you’re here aren’t you?” But can’t say that out loud.

Manager was kind of out of it today, but got on track after a bit. I forgot to turn on the security cameras’ TVs and she was like “Do you not use those??” And I was like “I use them when I’m tracking a customer but there’s only been three people in the store so far and I was able to keep my eyes on them.

Honestly, if that’s all I forgot to do during opening, that’s not bad. I looked for my checklist but it looks like she’d purged it.

It was absolutely dead until about 10am. I had time to restock the dairy, face and fill parts of the cooler that could be done from out on the floor (can’t hear the door chime from in the cooler), including popping into the cooler to grab boxes of drinks and taking them out to fill from the door-side, cleaned the soda fountain and the cappuccino machine, made the sandwiches for the hot case, refilled the cold case, cleaned up the mess from making sandwiches, made the hot dogs, cleaned the hot dog roller, took the coffee bar drip pans back in the back room to actually wash at the sink, wiped down all the counters, refilled the paper goods (paper towels, TP, etc.) basically faced and reset the whole store…

Then Manager finally came in and left me alone for a while and I did more cleaning and things, then came out and asked me to do the dairy and the paper goods and I was like “I’ve already done those today, do you want me to recheck them?” And she was like “Oh…..”

Then she had me open big boxes of coffee pods and portion them out into plastic boxes and after I’d done a couple boxes of those said I could take my break at 11. I was like “…. You mean leave?” And she was like “Take a break?” “Leave????” And pointed at the schedule on the wall.

She forgot I was only scheduled to 11.

Anyway.

She gave me a huge tin of shortbread cookies and I bought the exorbitantly overpriced chocolate milk just to see, finally, what all the fuss was about (it’s like a half-gallon for $6 + a $3 bottle fee and I can get the $3 back if I return the bottle) It’s not special. Tastes like slapping some Hershey’s syrup into any old milk.

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posttexasstressdisorder · 8 days ago

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WhatMatters

Your guide to California policy and politics

By Lynn La

March 21, 2025

Presented by Sellers Dorsey, California Resources Corporation, UC Merced and Dairy Cares

Good morning, California.

Ricardo Lara explains trip to Bermuda was for insurance work

California Insurance Commissioner Ricardo Lara (left) and Farmers Insurance CEO Raul Vargas (right) speak during the Global Sustainable Insurance Summit in Los Angeles on April 4, 2024. Photo by Ted Soqui for CalMatters

From CalMatters economy reporter Levi Sumagaysay:

When Insurance Commissioner Ricardo Lara testified about California’s property insurance market before the Assembly’s insurance committee this week, he mentioned a recent trip to Bermuda — somewhat defensively.

Lara attended the Bermuda Risk Summit, an insurance industry conference, last week. He gave a keynote address on March 11, the same day the Senate Insurance Committee held an oversight hearing that he missed. Michael Martinez, chief deputy commissioner, and Michael Peterson, deputy commissioner for climate and sustainability, represented the Insurance Department at that Senate committee hearing.

On Wednesday, Lara — who in 2019 apologized for taking campaign contributions from the insurance industry — told the Assembly committee that he went to the summit to meet directly with reinsurers, nearly 40% of which are based in Bermuda. Reinsurers provide insurance to insurance companies. Their role is key when policyholders file claims.

Lara, to the committee: “We have to engage face-to-face, which allows for more direct answers, and I must confront the insurance industry to drive these results. If insurance companies are telling me that the cost of reinsurance is almost tripling, well then I need to trust but also verify by directly meeting with the reinsurance companies who are their customers.”

Lara also said he got some reinsurance companies to agree to expedite payments to wildfire survivors, and that they agreed to work with the state on expanding earthquake insurance.

Michael Soller, a spokesperson for the department, said Lara’s Bermuda trip was paid for by the National Association of Insurance Commissioners. States pay annual assessment fees to the association based on insurance premium volume. This year California is paying the maximum amount of $150,000, along with Florida, New York and Texas, according to the association’s budget.

Lara also said he expects the California insurance market to improve in 2026 — in line with predictions by the insurance industry CalMatters reported in 2023 — after his regulatory reforms that went into effect this year are more fully implemented and insurance companies are able to raise their rates they feel matches their risk.

CalMatters events: Join us April 16 for “How are the kids? A dive into what's stressing young Californians and the state’s plan to help.” This half-day symposium in downtown Los Angeles will examine youth mental health issues and includes lunch. Register today.