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[charliensons]

Charlie & Sons Hauling LLC

You’ve enjoyed countless hours in your hot tub, but now you’re noticing some signs of wear and tear. Perhaps it’s not heating up like it used to, or maybe you’re simply not using it anymore. It’s tough to admit, but it might be time for hot tub removal. Read our most recent blog post about how to know when its time for hot tub removal services.

[shadowpreacher1015]

Passing Ships #1

Chapter One: Lifeless Frame

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader Word count: 1.7k Summary: You live next door to Joel. Your older brother knew him and had smuggled with him in the past. You make your rations by taking bodies from trucks and burning them. However, the body of a 15 year old girl catches you off guard causing you to have a panic attack and Joel attempts to comfort you. Warnings: mention of bodies, fluff, panic attack, anxiety, sleepy Joel. AN; This is the first fic ive ever written but im making a series out of this. im 20 and i have no idea what im doing i just thought this would be fun to write and it was. Please give me some feedback I would love to hear what people think ❤️

Harsh sunlight peaks through the dusty shades of your so-called room and you toss and turn in your bed as you try to fight the sun's gaze. Sleep never comes easy to you. It never really did as your older brother Jake playfully recalled to you every time you complain.  

“Can never get any fucking sleep with you around. Too much wriggling” he’d say before he ran to Portland. You close your eyes and you’re met with that pursed smirk you know all too well.

It was just meant to be a ‘quick trip’ as your Mum said on the plane to New York from Liverpool, where Jake recalled being completely content. There was nothing quick about it though. The outbreak prevented you from going home. You couldn’t remember much and it left you with an empty calling, like you knew you didn’t belong here. You have always longed for more and you always will. You and Jake don’t talk about her much anymore. You can feel it though just like he can, there’s no need to talk about it and you’re both comfortable with that. Your accent hangs loosely from your lips whilst your brothers remains, despite the years being surrounded by Americans.

You languidly roll yourself off the stained mattress, even when it longs for you to crawl back in and shield yourself from the world. You take one more glance at the imprint your body left behind before sighing and stretching yourself awake. You sniff your tank top, deciding on whether or not it's ready to wear for another day or two. It's not like anyone cares besides you anyway and no one's got the time to worry about whether they smell or not. They're too busy struggling out every breath they can, whilst they still have breath.

You nod with satisfaction that you don’t smell like hot garbage. Your jeans hang just below your stomach and are rough as they rip your thighs to shreds as you walk to the bathroom. The standard toothpaste rationed out to you every month tastes bitter and bland on your tongue. Your brothers' hands-offs, shirts, jeans and jackets are all you have as a reminder of how much he used to take care of you. Everything he had to give. It all went to you.

You brace yourself on the sink as you push out all the breath out of your lungs in an attempt to shake the thundering against the side of your head. Once your shoes are secure for their large size against your smaller foot, you aggressively open the door. Frustrated as to what job you will have to be doing today in exchange for mediocre ration cards for food that catches in your throat as you swallow down the bitter aftertastes.

You grimace at the job card given to you yesterday: ‘Waste removal’, meaning taking poor souls from trucks and burning their bodies to a crisp. The thought makes you pause before you see the scruffy broad shoulders out of the corner of your eye make their way towards the door next to yours. You acknowledge his presence with a nod, and he stares blankly through his eyebrows. A passive remark that hes not going to offer you the same consideration, despite knowing your brother before he made his way to Portland. You scoff, irritation bubbling in your chest. Before you can dig yourself a grave, you lock the door to your room and watch as he opens the door to his before slamming it shut behind him, making the door frame creek due to the force. Fuck you then.

You carry endless bodies to the fire pit from the truck. your eyes watering due to the fumes from the fire which licks at the air. It grows as people continue to chuck the bodies in. You dont think about the time passing. Your mind is set on the outcome for this shit job. You all do the work that they cant be bothered doing. They dont want to take responsability for the bdies so they leave it to the lot of you. Its easier to forget they were people once if you throw them in trucks and send them away I suppose.

You’re coming to the end of your 6-hour shift and pushing yourself through the grueling process of removing the lifeless frames from the truck that came in 3 times a week. Frames that were once filled with people. Up until now you have been rather good at keeping the wall in your mind solid. Not thinking too much about what they were. You couldn’t let yourself realize what you were doing. You turn and your eyes don’t open but you can see it plain as day. The air escaped your lungs momentarily as you saw the last limp body of what you presumed to be a young girl in the truck. They couldn’t have been more than 15 based on their height and weight. Their face was wrapped tight, but you couldn’t help but picture their presence in your mind. What they sounded like. The thoughts and pictures were swirling in your brain, washing away all your other senses. You could feel your chest constrict as you throw her into the flames. You hold the emotions that want to roll down your face at bay. Holding that feeling of the weight in your throat and stomach.  

You make quick work of collecting your ration cards for your work that day. The icy feeling in your sternum thawing and you know you can't hold it for long. Night is casting shadows over the decrepit buildings, and you can feel the atmosphere swiftly change dark as you quicken your pace towards your room. You don’t even make it 3 feet in front of your door before the feeling in your chest breaks loose and shatters through you. You can physically feel the lump in your throat grow and harden. The tears sting your eyes, and you slid down the wall clasping at your mouth and neck. 

No sounds escape. You won't let them. The tears lick at your face, and you can taste them as they slip onto your lips. You sit in silence and breathe deeply, your face grimacing. A child. Shot and killed. You rip the gloves off your hands that had touched her.  

Just as the breath in your lungs returns and your vision clears enough to see the moldy wall in front of you, you take one final moment to collect your remaining thoughts and lock them away. The door to your right creaks open and out comes a dark figure. You don’t have to guess as to who it is.  

“I heard your brother made his way into Portland”. The low, hoarse voice startles you for a second despite knowing he was there. You hadnt expected him to make any attempt to talk to you. He had no reason to after all and Joel isn’t the kind of man to make conversation with anyone let alone you. It wasnt that he didnt like you. You knew that it was pure disinterest. You didnt have anything he wanted and you were content with that knowledge for some reason as wherever he and Tess went someone always ended up bloody and you happened to like your face the way it was. You cast your eyes over him, hed obviously been asleep from the look of his hair, the way it sticks up and out.

“Yeah. He...Uh...got out of this shithole”. You chuckle dryly and sniff back the emotions laid bare on your face. Even with the veil of darkness on your faces, you could tell he was reading your face like a book or trying to. It's certainly not hard to tell what was reeling in your head. He understands. You know he does. He just doesn’t wear his thoughts on his face or anywhere else for that matter. They're hidden. They don’t breach the surface. Not for you anyway and you don’t want them too. You don’t need anyone besides Jake. You’ve been just fine with him. Your brother can read you like no one else and you love that. The unspoken trust and dedication towards each other are something you must have in this world. Almost like a father and daughter considering hes closer to Joels age than yours.

“Always a good one. Never sold me short, even when he could” Joels face is stern but there is a sleepy softness to it like he hasn’t finished putting his mask on yet and the menacing aura you and everyone else is familiar with is just ebbing under his skin. Waiting for a reason. You drag your limbs upward from your place on the floor. He steps back and gives you a nod similar to the one you gave him earlier.  

“I’ll see ya, Joel” You groan as you stand and make the rest of the way over to your room but before you have a chance to put your key in the door, Joel moves calmly but swiftly to stop you by taking your arm. You snap your face to him and watch as he tries to come up with words like he wasn’t expecting this of himself, and neither were you.  

“Dont think. Its better that way” he says lowly as if he doesn’t want anyone else but you to hear. His gaze lingers on your lip as you nod and accept his words. He doesn't even know your name and yet he exudes such familiarity and softness even though you’ve never spoken to him. He loosens the light grip on your arm, and you lick your lips, the taste of your salty tears still lingers on them, a reminder of why you were so exhausted. You quickly wriggle out of his grasp, overwhelmed. Turning the key and moving through your apartment, closing the door behind you with a light force. You don’t hear Joel move; you only hear the soft sound of his breathing on the other side of the door before the sound of his is closing once again

What the actual fuck.

You are left breathless as before. Although, the delightful fire in your lower belly causes your legs to press together. Ah. You hadnt expected Joel Miller to coax the screams from your head and lash them at the wall but you werent complaining. 

No.

Your focus was finding safe passage to Jake. This was fucking stupid, you dont have time for this. You kick off everything besides your underwear and curl yourself up under the covers. Your skin burns on your arm, where he touched you. His skin lingers on yours and with that knowledge you somehow find sleep that night. 

[greenpestdefense]

In Winter Season, How To Keep Your Home Rodent-Free - Green Pest Defense

Keeping your home rodent-free during the winter in Maine, where temperatures can drop significantly, is essential for both your property's integrity and your family's health. Here are some tips to help you prevent rodents from entering your home:

Seal Entry Points: Inspect the exterior of your home for any gaps, cracks, or holes. Mice can squeeze through tiny openings. Seal these entry points with caulk, weatherstripping, or other appropriate materials.

Secure Doors and Windows: Ensure that doors and windows are properly sealed. Use door sweeps to block gaps at the bottom of doors, and install weatherstripping around windows to prevent rodents from finding easy access.

Screen Vents and Chimneys: Install mesh screens over vents and chimneys to prevent rodents from entering through these openings. Ensure that existing screens are in good condition and free of holes.

Keep a Tidy Yard: Trim overgrown vegetation, especially near your home's foundation, as rodents can use these as hiding spots. Remove debris, woodpiles, and other potential nesting areas from around your property.

Secure Food Sources: Store food in airtight containers, including pet food. Keep your kitchen clean and promptly clean up any spills or crumbs. Regularly dispose of garbage in sealed containers.

Use Rodent-Repellent Plants: Plant natural deterrents around your home. Certain plants, such as mint, lavender, and rosemary, are known to repel rodents. Consider placing these near entry points.

Set Traps: Place traps in areas where rodents are likely to travel, such as along walls, near entry points, or in areas with signs of activity. Check and reset traps regularly, and dispose of captured rodents promptly.

Apply Rodent-Repellent Products: Consider using rodent-repellent sprays or granules around the perimeter of your home. These products often contain natural ingredients that deter rodents from approaching.

Maintain a Clean Home: Regularly clean your home, especially areas that are less frequently used. Rodents are attracted to clutter, so keeping things tidy can reduce potential hiding spots.

Inspect Attics and Basements: Regularly inspect attics and basements for signs of rodent activity, such as droppings, chewed materials, or nests. If you find any evidence, take immediate action to address the issue.

Consult with Professionals: If you have a persistent rodent problem, consider hiring a pest control professiona from Green Pest Defense which is the largest pest control in Auburn, Lewiston, Bangor, Portland, Brunswick, York, Augusta, Falmouth, Yarmouth, Saco, cumberland and more locations in Maine. They can assess your home, identify entry points, and implement effective strategies to eliminate and prevent rodent infestations.

Remember that preventing rodents from entering your home requires a combination of strategies. By taking these steps, you can help keep your home rodent-free during the winter in Maine or any other season.

[perperper7854]

Poison-Free Wasp Removal in Portland

There are many different species of wasps found throughout the USA. If you have stinging wasps in your home or yard, you’ll want to know more about poison-free wasp removal. Two of the most common stinging wasps found in Oregon are the yellowjackets, who commonly build their nests in the ground, paper wasps, and hornets.

You may be curious about wasp control if you’ve noticed several of them flying around a specific area, hear buzzing inside a wall void, or seen just one or two coming and going from an entry point inside the home. Maybe you have encountered a wasp or nest that has felt threatened and have felt their sting. In this article, we’ll explain how to both prevent wasps and how we can help you get rid of an existing nest.

How Do You Prevent Wasps?

First, let’s discuss what can be done to keep wasps away you’re your yard and home in the first place. Prevention is always the most natural type of pest control. There are many tips and tricks a pest control service will give you, but these are our top picks:

Cover any garbage cans in the area and keep areas free of exposed food.

Wasp nests tend to be empty (low population) over the winter months, so this is an excellent time to call your local wasp control exterminator as they can remove the nest quickly.

Get gardening! Clove, lemongrass, peppermint, and geranium are just some plants that appear to repel wasps and other insects.

How Do You Get Rid of Wasp Nests?

Wasps are generally not aggressive; however, if their nest is threatened, they can cause quite a lot of damage to humans with their continuous stings. Traditionally, pest control service providers and exterminators use various tactics to eliminate nests. These may include a combination of pesticides and insecticidal dust, which can be sprayed directly on the nest. This gradually kills its residents.

Natural Wasp Control in Portland

Looking for a natural wasp control and extermination in Portland? 

When dealing with a wasp nest, Campbell Natural Pest Control always recommends seeking the advice and skills of a professional wasp nest exterminator. Our focus is to provide homeowners with the option of choosing natural wasp removal and control methods.

So, how do we do it?

Physically remove any wasp nest that’s lingering around your property.

Setting traps around nuisance areas decreases the ground wasp nest population.

Only use insecticides when it’s safe to do so! Insecticide dust is commonly used on underground wasp nests can be very effective when nests are out of reach, in the ground, or in walls.

[junklandia]

Did you know 200 million tons of waste are generated every year? Managing such a vast amount of waste requires a professional trash removal service in Portland. The quality of the trash removal service may differ from one company to another. Therefore, we have covered five factors to consider while picking up the trash removal service in Portland.

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[biffhofosho]

Succumbing to Sybaris | Prologue

Fandoms: Monsta X, NCT/WayV, Eric Nam, EXO, 2NE1, Everglow

Genre: 90s, Mystery, Police Procedural, Vampire, Multichapter

Pairing: OT7 x OC

Chapter Word Count: 2.5k

Trope: Enemies to lovers, love/hate, different worlds, reverse harem, hurt/comfort, soulmates and fate

Synopsis: It's 1997 and everything is changing—the clothes, the music, the zeitgeist. With the advent of the internet, people are more accessible than ever, and for the women of Portland, that means more accessible to predators, too. With eight missing girls and a past of her own, Detective Amber Spiros has a hunch the mysterious chat handle chwSUX might be the key to unlocking everything—even her inhibitions.

The Vibe: Monsta X as actual fucking monsters, complicated relationships, working with handsome exes, disruptive patriarchy, problematic villains at their finest, Eric Nam is best friends goals, dark existential themes, love and loss, grief and hope, puppet masters like whaaaat, gratuitous beach scenes, an OC with an unhealthy addiction to danger, mythology everywhere you look, loneliness in spades, halves making a mutli-sided whole

A/N:  THERE ARE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS IN THIS. I DO NOT AND WILL NOT EVER WRITE IN SECOND PERSON POV.

This is your only warning: This is basically an overloaded garbage scow disguised as a classy cruise ship. Don't let it distract you from what it really is—another trashterpiece. It's a lot of reverse harem vampire smut starring Monsta X (and plenty of other cameos) with slightly more plot for balance so I don’t feel so bad about being so filthy. I’m serious—smut of every kind of kink and position is in these pages.

Also, for this chapter only, I went, like, way way way overboard on the custom content. Since I have come to terms with the fact that I am significantly older than probably 85% of any potential reader-base--and, as previously noted, I am pretty far removed from reality--I thought I might bring back to life some of the magic of the early internet for you young’ns as well as set the mood for this piece. 

THIS PROLOGUE CONTAINS GIFS. WATCH UNTIL THE END. As they are meant to be live chats, there are lots of pauses. You know you’ve seen the whole chat when it loops back. If you’re too impatient, this will be up on ao3 under my same name with text only. 

Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn’t pay homage to the song that inspired this entire fic. Listened to it while falling asleep one night, and the next thing I knew, I’d written 20 pages. The Midnight - America Online

Okay, enough blabbering. tl;dr: Gifs. Tons of graphic sex. OT7. 90s, yo. Vampires. More sex.

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chwSUX: Hi, Honey. A/S/L?

Like the other twenty-two faceless chatters, his handle glowed royal blue, yet she zeroed in on him at once, even with the same question she'd answered at least fifty times in a half-dozen fruitless chatrooms tonight. Now, as she lurked in the Bored room, casting out her ubiquitous “hi!!!”, she hoped for better luck. She couldn’t explain it, but after hours at her keyboard and what would probably be an astronomical bill from her ISP, his name seemed more in-focus than the others.

Her fingers clacked over the keys with perfect rehearsal.

She clicked on his buddy info, but unlike most of the users in the chat, it was blank. Not even a melodramatic song lyric or inspirational quote to impress the ladies.

She imagined he’d scoped out hers as well, which was probably why he’d taken the bait. The one she was looking for would be looking for someone just like her as well.

Honeymoon79: hey neighbor!!!

chwSUX: Favorite book?

This was new. And promising. No "want 2 cyber?" clogging up the chat space for a change—well, not by him anyway. She glanced at her notebook of ideas and hurried to answer.

Chatting was a game of speed, especially with so many other handles jumping in to answer. The window was already crowding with pretentious responses, all jockeying to impress each other or find a kindred spirit. But her quarry didn’t acknowledge any of them and neither did she.

He was silent for at least three windows of random chat, which had now devolved into a debate over whether Fight Club or American Psycho was the bigger mindfuck, and she began to suspect she had lost her prospect. With a sigh, she scrolled through the other busy chatrooms in hopes of more fertile poaching grounds when his screen name blazed across the chat window anew.

chwSUX: Favorite movie?

She frowned. It was her turn to ask a question—that was chatroom etiquette—but he was proving he was different and she had to treat him differently.

Another glance at her notebook.

Honeymoon79: idk!!! probably the craft

Honeymoon79: what about u???

chwSUX: Favorite color?

Now, she was hissing in frustration. The guy she was looking for would be interested in her but would also seek her trust. This one seemed determined to dissect her. Or maybe he was fishing for someone specific just as she was. The possibility ended up being too tantalizing, so she promised one more round before she said goodbye to Mr. SUX and swam for more rewarding ponds.

Honeymoon79: yellow

chwSUX: Why?

It was a strange question to a simple answer, especially since he’d ignored the others. There was weight behind those three letters, maybe genuine curiosity or maybe the search for a correct answer. She wasn't prepared for it though, so she let an unrehearsed answer flow through her fingers and hoped it was good enough.

Honeymoon79: it reminds me of the sun. never get enough of that here lol. and its warm and inviting. it makes me forget.

chwSUX: Forget what?

Honeymoon79: everything. u can't b sad looking at yellow

Another long wait for an answer, and she figured she'd either tripped herself up or bored him to death. Maybe it was too depressing of an answer, one a teen who favored three exclamation points and Comic Sans might not give. Either way, she had just blown her best chance all night.

She took a bracing swig of cold black coffee, but that wasn’t what perked her back up.

chwSUX: I like red.

Her heart raced. He was still there, still promising, finally engaging.

Honeymoon79: y?

chwSUX: I think it’s the warmest color.

Her fingers hovered over home row, unsure of how to respond. It was an odd answer, but she could feel he was waiting for her to make a new move.

Her eyes narrowed and flicked from the soft buzz of the monitor to the ice-cold black beverage in her Central Perk mug. Something rippled down her back.

Honeymoon79: been too hot for coffee. iced tea?

chwSUX: Let me get the door for you, my lady.

Honeymoon79: such a gentleman

A private message from chwSUX supplanted the chatroom so that her monitor was filled only with him. It wasn’t her first private message of the night, but it was the only one she had wanted to receive.

There was a charm about him, something no one else she’d encountered online seemed to possess. He had an elegance and a confidence to him that made him realer than every other absurd moniker she’d seen that night. Most chatters were attention-seekers desperate for connection or validation, but not him. He could take her or leave her, and the only one who would regret it would be her.

She followed him eagerly into their private room.

There was a tangibility to their exchange, something strangely supernatural about it, as though her shabby office was now a busy coffee shop where the pair of them had tucked themselves into a back booth. She could almost smell him under toasted beans.

Her skin prickled. She shouldn’t care about some stranger’s approval, especially his, but she couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened.

She found herself laughing into the sad echo of her study.

And that’s how most of their conversation passed, her teasing and him deflecting with sophistication. He asked as many questions as she did but answered only those that he wanted. One hour became two. By hour three, her eyes were burning. She hadn’t blinked much; it was hard to tear her eyes away from his stupid name.

Everything he said surprised her. He traveled for a living. He’d been to Papua New Guinea and Iceland and the Maldives and other places she’d only heard of on the news or in social studies. He spoke a half-dozen languages and understood a half-dozen more. He had brothers—a lot from the sounds of it, though he didn’t say how many—and no sisters.

He always knew the right word and how to drip elegance from every line, and she found herself picturing the mouth that would say such things. Pink lips, white teeth, and soft curves and corners to manipulate the delicate sounds of any language he desired. In actuality, he was probably a fifty-year-old janitor with a boil the size of a golf ball on his neck and half a hard-on right now, but, as stupid as it was, she didn’t want to believe that. She wanted to believe he was typing in a suit, legs crossed, with a decanter of bourbon breathing at the corner of his mahogany desk. That was dangerous.

She wanted to believe him, and she was no doubt not the first.

He was slow and deliberate and very, very good at making her open up for him. She said things she shouldn’t have. He had a way of circumventing her precautions before she even knew it happened, and she had been careful. His questions came like the tides, and when they receded, her fortress was ruined.

There was an intensity to this faceless man that she couldn’t remember from any of her many real first dates and certainly none of the perverts online tonight. This was exactly the sort of man she’d been hunting all night, and yet, somehow, he remained just out of reach.

They had passed through the heart of night so effortlessly that she hadn’t felt the oncoming creep of dawn, but as her eyes slid to the blocky gray clock in the corner of her monitor, she knew she was running out of time to reel him in. Problem was every time she tried to steer the conversation to where she needed it to go, he would override her with a distraction of some kind. Now, she had no choice but to press the issue.

Honeymoon79: okay chw i really gotta go for real. i have class in a couple hours and i’m gonna fall asleep at my desk!!1 i’ll be on tomorrow night again if you want to chat

chwSUX: Describe your perfect day, Honey.

Damn him. He was controlling the narrative again. She should ignore him like he ignored her, sign off and leave him wondering what he’d done wrong. In a show of defiance, her cursor hovered over the red X in the corner. Maybe he’d look for her tomorrow in the chatrooms and beg her to let him make it up to her.

But she knew in her heart that wasn’t what would happen. He would disappear into the dark waters of cyberspace, leaving only a ripple as a tease that he had ever been there.

That left his challenge burning crimson on her screen. It was another question she hadn't anticipated, but something inside her told her this was it. If she passed this test, she could bend him to her will, but she had no idea what he wanted to hear. With no other choice, she closed her eyes and let the answer come to her.

Honeymoon79: i wake up halfway thru the day bc nothing interesting ever happens in the morning anyway. its been gray and rainy all morning, perfect for sleeping and keeping people away. when i finally get up i eat something ridiculous for breakfast like cake bc no one is gonna judge me today

Honeymoon79: the clouds are gone, but its to late for anybody to go out accept for me. i drive until i get to tillamook where i watch the sunset thru the trees. the sky is still peachy when i leave. by the time i get to seaside, all the stars are out and the tourists have gone home. the tide is low and i walk out as far as i can until the water hits my toes. i strip and swim out until its just mountains and black water and sky. i float there until my limbs get so cold i'm not sure i can make it back, but i do and i stand there drying in the breeze and i've never been happier

Finished, she sat back exhausted and almost out of breath. How much of what she had written was her character and how much was her? Teenage typos aside, it had come out so naturally that she wasn’t sure. She’d never thought about it before, but as she read back through, it didn’t feel like a lie.

Three minutes passed and, still, he said nothing. She ground her teeth. It was time to play hard ball.

Honeymoon79: i really gotta go

Honeymoon79: nice chatting w/ u chw ::waves::

His response was almost instantaneous.

chwSUX: Let’s meet.

In the quiet of her study, she could hear her short, eager breaths, but it was her turn to make him wait.

chwSUX: I know this is sudden, and you can let me know if I’m overreaching, but if you're open to it, I'd love to meet you, Honey, to continue our conversation in person.

chwSUX: There's never anybody from Portland on here, but beyond that, I feel a connection to you. Don’t you feel it, too?

She let it hang for a long moment. She had to make him believe she hadn't already made up her mind.

Honeymoon79: idk i mean you could be jack the ripper for all I no

chwSUX: And you could be Rodrigo, my 250lb gardener, but I think you're worth a little risk.

She held back her response in hopes he would press more firmly, and he didn’t disappoint.

chwSUX: It's thrilling, isn't it? The possibility that letters on a screen could be anyone in the world. I don't feel much excitement anymore, but the possibility of you, Honey, that's exciting me more than I can explain.

“The possibility of you,” she read aloud to her empty office.

He was good and he was right. The possibility of chw was exactly the sort of thrill she was looking for. There was a sharpness to his words as exhilarating as a cliffside overlook and as dangerous as one step nearer to its edge, but she still wasn't ready to give in.

His pager number glowed like dried blood on the screen, and she hurried to write it down, not that she could forget. It had already been burned into her memory.

chwSUX: I’ll be waiting.

“You better be, asshole,” she hissed before she signed off and her real work began.

[lsc-enviromental]

Blog Post #1

“Oregonians use more than 1 billion single-use plastic bags each year,” is just one of the facts contributing to the issue Oregon faces as it contributes to environmental pollution (”Keep Plastic,” 2021). Environmental pollution can be defined as “the contamination of the physical and biological components of the earth/atmosphere system to such an extent that normal environmental processes are adversely affected” (Krishna et al.,2017) but for our group, we want to specifically focus on Oregon’s problem with garbage and water pollution. As both types of pollution go hand in hand, we find that it’s important to address both problems rather than just one. While we analyze environmental pollution in Oregon as a whole, we also want to look at Portland Metro as a narrowed down example of how a community can contribute to the bigger issue at hand. 

As we look outside our windows and drive down the roads and highways, there is no question that there is garbage all along the roads of Portland. Though in recent years, while some Oregonians have tried to recycle more, the overall number of recycling has gone down by 5% since 2014 and the amount of waste generated has gone up. 5% may not sound like much, but when considering that Oregon had produced 5.5 million tons of municipal waste in 2017, it becomes clear that there is an issue (Williams, 2019). Now, with COVID-19 added into the equation, the U.S creates even more waste from personal protective equipment (PPEs) and single-use food packaging items (Haque et al., 2019). All of this waste is not only a problem in itself, but it also leads to water pollution in Oregon. As the amount of waste increases, it makes its way into our natural rivers and lakes. In one report done by Oregon Public Broadcasting (OPB), they took multiple samples from rivers and lakes throughout Oregon and found that every sample they took contained microplastics. At the top of their list with the most microplastic contamination was the Willamette River in Portland, with 57 million microplastics in one day (Burns & Profita, 2019). 

An even larger issue is happening roughly 1000 miles off the coast of Oregon. According to Environment Oregon, the Pacific Garbage Patch contains over 100 million tons of trash that is floating off our coast. This problem is creating a toxic environment for all sorts of marine wildlife, yet it’s not just fish, turtles, birds, and other animals suffering from the garbage patch. Toxic pollution and microplastics are seeping into the water, causing us to ingest those harmful toxins when we eat fish harvested from the pacific. 

Consumerism is a leading cause of why our environment is undergoing a major crisis. “Every year we dump a massive 2.12 billion tons of waste.” (”What’s Wrong,” 2021) If the world continues down this path, the amount of waste produced annually is predicted to go up by over 1 billion tons by the year 2050. For a long time, people are demanding more products to be produced quickly at high rates. Unfortunately, damaging material to our environment is the most efficient way to meet public demands. However, 99% of the things we buy are thrown away within 6 months of getting them (What’s Wrong, 2021). Our toxic throw-away culture is affecting everything on our planet. Since around 1955, throw-away living has been quickly destroying our environment (Macarthur 2018). Not only do we want to research ways to reduce waste, we also want to ask ourselves how Oregon can change from a “throw-away culture” to a sustainable one. 

What can we do to solve the problems happening all around us? So far four cities in Oregon have improved their plastic bag bans, which will hopefully remove 371 million bags every year (”Keep Plastic,” 2021). If more cities in Oregon adopted a plastic bag ban, we could significantly reduce the amount of plastic circulating in our waste stream. Not only would this help reduce the amount of plastic waste being poured into the Pacific Garbage Patch, but it could significantly improve water quality in places closer to home. 

Already, there are lots of great organizations located right in our community. SOLVE Oregon, founded in 1969, has been working hard to improve the environment through trash cleanups. Events are hosted multiple times a month, many located in the portland-metro area ("Our Story,” 2019). If you might be interested in learning more about different legislative policies, Oregon Environmental Council works heavily to keep our water clean, keep toxins out of our environment, and encourage eco-friendly transportation solutions ("About,” 2021). Environment Oregon is another non-profit organization dedicated to making Oregon a healthier and greener place. They focus on educating others and advocating for change in our environmental policies (”Action,” 2021). Right now, they are calling to ban take-out foam containers from Oregon. If plastic pollution is a main concern of yours, check out Environment Oregon and see how they are working towards clean water, air, energy and conservation (”Keep Plastic,” 2021).

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[theyearoftheking]

Book Eighteen: Rage (A Bachman Book)

“Maybe he had forgotten or never knew that little boys grow up remembering each blow and word of scorn, that they grow up and want to eat their fathers alive.” 

As you can see, it’s day bajillion and fifteen of the quarantine, so I thought I’d break up the Bachman books into individual (but shorter) posts. I’m reading out of a book that lumps four of the five Bachman books together into one collection, so it feels like cheating to count each individual story as a seperate book, but it does say, “four early novels” on the front, so I’m going to count each one, and get caught up on my Goodreads goal. Yeah... I just admitted to that... we’ve unlocked a whole new level of nerd, I fear. 

I think we all know Richard Bachman was an alias Steve used to publish some “meh” books. I did enjoy his author blurb, “Bachman was a fairly unpleasant fellow who was born in New York and spent about ten years in the merchant marine after four years in the Coast Guard. He ultimately settled in rural central New Hampshire. where he wrote at night and tended to his medium-sized dairy farm during the day. The Bachmans had one child, a boy, who died in an unfortunate accident at the age of six (he fell through a well cover and drowned). Three years ago a brain tumor was discovered near the base of Bachman’s brain; tricky surgery removed it. And he died suddenly in February of 1985...”

It’s got to be fun to write an author bio about your alias. Give it a try. Mine would read as follows: “Rebecca Jay was born in California in 1990, and grew up on the beaches of sunny San Diego. When it came time for college, the allure of east coast winters and seeing snow was too great, and she attended college at the University of Maine. She received a degree in journalism, and moved to Chicago where she met her husband; a successful financier from an affable family. After a whirlwind courtship, they married and had five children. Rebecca works from home as a writer, and splits her time between Portland, Maine; and Minoqua, Wisconsin. She and her husband can be found traveling the globe with their brood of shockingly brilliant, bohemian children: Poppy, Maisie, Cash Jackson, Sanger, and Sawyer (twins!). 

I don’t know. I just threw that together. The idea of me having five children in this current state of affairs would push me straight into full-blown alcoholic territory. But it was fun to think about the amazing alternate life my alias is living. Buuuut this actual life is pretty cool too. I mean... I’ve spent the past twelve days not having to put on a bra or wear real pants (sup, leggings? The real MVP of the Coronavirus!), I get to finally catch up on all the Netflix garbage I haven’t had time for (Love is Blind is terrible. Of course I’m obsessed), I’m forced to eat healthy meals at home, I have no excuses for not working out, and I get to spend lots of time with my roommates, who I love dearly. 

Ok, so Rage. 

Rage is a weird-ass story that combines The Breakfast Club, with Lord of the Flies, and some Stephen King darkness. It’s bizarre, but compulsively readable. It was slow to start, but really took off about 20 pages in. It’s the story of high school student, Charlie Decker who takes a classroom hostage with a gun he brought to school. It lacks the terror most associate with high school shootings, and instead his classroom of hostages end up having honest conversations with one another, and breaking down the impressions they have of each other (like I said, Breakfast Club shit). At one point, a hostage leaves to go to the bathroom, and ends up voluntarily coming BACK to the classroom, instead of fleeing. 

Charlie himself is a troubled kid, who just a few weeks ago got in trouble for beating a teacher in the head with a pipe wrench. When he explains why he did it, the whole classroom of hostages empathize. Like I said, it’s weird, but it’s an interesting twist on the hostage/school shooting topic. 

Now, let’s address the elephant in the room... if I hadn’t known this was Steve writing under a pen name, would I have known it was really him? Yes. But also, maybe no. Here’s my take:

1. Steve tried to disguise his writing style by using short, choppy chapters instead of the long prose he’s known for. 

2. The novel itself is very short, unlike the tomes Steve typically pens.

3. How many authors set their psychological horror novels in Maine? Dead giveaway.

4. Steve tends to re-use turns of phrase, or images quite often. One of those turns of phrase is, “blue chambray work shirt”. How many other authors out there have characters wearing these hideous shirts? Not many. Just sayin! 

Kudos to the Bangor Daily News for catching onto the whole Steve is Bachman! fiasco. 

No Dark Tower references, because “Richard” doesn’t understand about all things serving The Beam. But there was one Wisconsin reference, “She took a Polaroid picture of it to sending to Uncle Tom, who lives in Wisconsin.” 

All and all, this was a quick, strange little read. Next up is The Long Walk, which my husband is still raving about, years after having read it. 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 15

Total Dark Tower References: 12

Book Grade: C

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Different Seasons: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Christine: D

Keep social distancing, washing your hands, and living that quarantine life, Constant Readers.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

[newstfionline]

Headlines

A world without tourism (AP) With no American visitors to show around the D-Day beaches or the Loire Valley’s chateaux, and no work on the immediate horizon, Paris tour guide Linda Zenou frets about how she’ll pay off a loan and continue to care for her ailing mother in the achingly lean months ahead. “My situation is going to become completely inextricable,” she said. “We have nothing to live on.” For growing numbers of businesses and individuals who depend on the global tourism industry, the question is not so much when the coronavirus pandemic will end but how and if they’ll survive until business picks up. In trying to fend off the virus, countries that put up entry barriers to tourists have done so at a mounting cost to themselves and others. “It’s now survival of the fittest,” said Johann Krige, CEO of the Kanonkop wine estate in South Africa, where the drying up of wine-tasting tourists threatens dozens of wine farms around the historic town of Stellenbosch, near Cape Town. “A lot of them are going to go under because they just don’t have sufficient cash flow,” Krige said. Around the world, travel amid the pandemic is becoming a story of tentative steps forward in some places, but punishing steps back elsewhere, of “yes” to letting back visitors from places faring somewhat better against COVID-19 but not from others where outbreaks are flaring. The result is an ever-evolving global mishmash of restrictions and quarantines, all of which are providing zero long-term visibility for businesses trying to make payrolls and for everyone in the industry from trinket sellers to luxury hotels.

In Canada, hockey’s return is a partial sign of normalcy during precarious times (Washington Post) As professional sports leagues spent the spring searching for ways to salvage their seasons after the novel coronavirus forced a shutdown in March, the best solution for the National Hockey League became increasingly obvious. The safest place to stage a modified playoffs turned out to be also where the sport is most popular. As a country, Canada has been far more successful in controlling the virus, so this week, 24 NHL teams have gathered within strictly enforced perimeters in Toronto and Edmonton to compete in a postseason that begins today. If it’s completed, the Stanley Cup will be hoisted on Canadian soil for the first time since 1993.

In sprawling Capitol, leaders struggle to keep virus at bay (AP) House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell are under increasing pressure from lawmakers to boost testing for the coronavirus in the Capitol, an idea they have so far rejected because of concerns about the availability of tests across the country. Despite the unusual nature of work in the Capitol—lawmakers fly in and out weekly, from 50 states, and attend votes and hearings together—the two leaders have maintained that they will not institute a testing program for members, staff or the hundreds of other people who work in the complex. The lack of tracking was highlighted this week when a GOP lawmaker, Texas Rep. Louie Gohmert, found out he had contracted the virus. He was tested only because he had been scheduled to travel with President Donald Trump. The dilemma for Congress is similar to the one facing workplaces and schools as they struggle to reopen. Lawmakers and staff during the summer have been wearing masks, keeping their distance, cleaning surfaces, limiting crowds and working from their homes when possible. But it’s difficult if not impossible to fully protect against the coronavirus without a robust system of testing and tracing, and there’s a lack of infrastructure nationwide to make it happen.

Philadelphia trash piles up as pandemic stymies its removal (AP) What would Ben Franklin think? The Founding Father who launched one of America’s first street-sweeping programs in Philadelphia in the late 1750s would see and smell piles of fly-infested, rotting household waste, bottles and cans as the city that he called home struggles to overcome a surge in garbage caused by the COVID-19 pandemic. For the City of Brotherly Love, another unfortunate nickname has been “ Filthadelphia.” Poverty and litter often go hand in hand, and in the nation’s poorest big city, the sanitation department has been short-handed and overworked. The city’s 311 complaint line received more than 9,700 calls about trash and recycling in July, compared with 1,873 in February. Faced with social distancing restrictions, residents are staying home and generating more trash than ever before—about a 30% increase in residential trash collections, said Streets Commissioner Carlton Williams. Baltimore and Memphis are among some of the cities facing similar problems. In Boston, some residents have reported rats the size of cats. People are cleaning out garages and attics, Williams said. That’s in addition to household trash that has increased as more people cook at home or bring home takeout from restaurants that have not yet fully opened. His department also has had to clean up after protests over racial injustice.

Oregon police try to tamp down nightly Portland protests (AP) Oregon police took over protecting a federal courthouse in Portland that’s been a target of violent protests as local authorities try to tamp down demonstrations that have wracked the city every night for more than two months following the killing of George Floyd. Having state and local officers step up their presence was part of a deal between the Democratic governor and the Trump administration that aimed to draw down the number of U.S. agents on hand during the unrest. In preparation for the handover, state troopers, the local sheriff and Portland police met and agreed not to use tear gas except in cases where there’s a danger of serious injury or death, Mayor Ted Wheeler said. Federal agents sent to the city in early July have used it nightly as protesters lob rocks, fireworks and other objects. Wheeler, who himself was gassed when he joined protesters outside the courthouse last week, added that tear gas “as a tactic really isn’t all that effective” because protesters have donned gas masks and often return to the action after recovering for a few minutes.

Hurricane Isaias batters Bahamas as storm targets entire U.S. East Coast (Washington Post) Hurricane Isaias became 2020′s second Atlantic hurricane overnight Wednesday on its way to the Bahamas, which it has already begun to blast with drenching rain, strong winds and ocean surge. The storm is now poised to ride up the East Coast, first encountering Florida this weekend before zipping up the rest of the Eastern Seaboard through the Mid-Atlantic and New England during the first-half of next week. “There is a risk of impacts from winds, heavy rainfall, and storm surge late this weekend from the northeastern Florida coast and spreading northward along the remainder of the U.S. east coast through early next week,” wrote the National Hurricane Center. North Carolina, in particular, may be hit hard by the storm from Monday into Tuesday, where Isaias could crash ashore. Earlier this week, Isaias dropped up to eight inches of rain in southwest Puerto Rico, and knocked power out to more than 400,000 residents on the island. The storm then plowed through the Dominican Republic, strengthening more than expected.

Brazil reopens to tourists (Daily Telegraph) Brazil registered record daily numbers of infections and deaths from the new coronavirus on Wednesday, sending its overall death toll surging past 90,000 people. Despite the record figures, the government issued a decree reopening the country to foreign visitors arriving by plane, ending a four-month travel ban in hopes of reviving a lockdown-devastated tourism industry. The tourism industry has already lost nearly 122 billion reals ($23.6 billion) because of the pandemic, the National Confederation of Trade in Goods, Services and Tourism (CNC) estimates. As a whole, Latin America’s biggest economy is facing a record contraction of 9.1 percent this year, according to the International Monetary Fund.

More than three million Chileans seek to withdraw pensions amid pandemic (Reuters) More than 3 million Chileans on Thursday asked to withdraw a portion of their pension funds as a controversial law took effect allowing citizens to tap into retirement savings to buffer the economic impacts of the coronavirus. Long lines formed in Santiago outside the offices of Pension Fund Administrators (AFP) as Chileans sought to take advantage of the new law. The emergency measure allows those with savings to withdraw up to 10% of their pensions. The websites of several of the fund administrators collapsed Thursday amid the deluge of requests, prompting an apology from the companies.

Excess deaths during Europe’s coronavirus outbreak were highest in England, according to U.K. analysis (Washington Post) England topped Europe’s grim league table for highest levels of excess deaths during the coronavirus pandemic, according to a new analysis published Thursday by Britain’s Office for National Statistics. The analysis of more than 20 European countries—including the four nations of the United Kingdom—found that England’s death rate was 7.55 percent higher this year through the end of May, compared with its five-year average. Spain was next, with a 6.65 percent increase over its average. Scotland was 5.11 percent above its average and Belgium 3.89 percent. Because different countries have used different methods to calculate coronavirus deaths, many scientists consider excess mortality a more reliable way to measure the impact of the virus and to draw comparisons. Excess mortality would include not just fatalities that were directly related to covid-19, the disease caused by the coronavirus, but also the deaths of people who were hesitant to seek care for serious conditions or who did not receive the usual level of care while the health system was focused on the pandemic.

Beach ban (Foreign Policy) As temperatures rise above 90 degrees Fahrenheit (32°C) in England and local lockdowns are imposed to prevent further coronavirus outbreaks, British police are preparing to keep crowds away from the sea after approximately 500,000 people flocked to beaches in Bournemouth and Poole during an earlier heatwave in June.

Clashes on Pakistan border leave more than a dozen Afghan civilians dead, Afghan officials say (Washington Post) More than a dozen Afghan civilians were killed and many others wounded Thursday when clashes broke out on the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan, Afghan officials said. Ahmad Bahir Ahmadi, a spokesman for the governor of Kandahar province, which borders Pakistan, said 15 people were killed and 80 wounded. One Afghan official, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to speak to the media, said more than a dozen Afghan civilians were killed. The Afghan Defense Ministry blamed Pakistani forces for the attack. The Pakistani Foreign Ministry appeared to reject that assertion, saying in a statement Friday that “Afghan forces opened unprovoked fire on innocent civilians gathered towards Pakistan’s side of the international border." “Pakistan troops responded to protect our local population and acted only in self-defense,” the statement said, claiming Afghan forces opened fire first and casualties also occurred on the Pakistani side of the border.

China tightens its grip on Hong Kong (Foreign Policy) The crackdown on dissent in Hong Kong continues as the local government announced on Thursday that it was barring 12 pro-democracy activists from running in the upcoming legislative elections scheduled for September. The move follows Beijing’s passage of a draconian national security law earlier this month that severely limits the civil liberties of Hong Kongers, aiming to curtail opposition to the ruling pro-Beijing administration. Pro-democracy candidates rode a wave of public discontent in the recent local elections in November, notching major victories across the territory that shocked observers in mainland China.

The Dictator Who Waged War on Darfur Is Gone, but the Killing Goes On (NYT) On camels, horses and motorbikes, dozens of Arab militiamen stormed into the remote village in Darfur, in western Sudan, firing wildly, witnesses said. Houses were pillaged, animals stolen and water tanks smashed. Villagers ran for their lives. United Nations peacekeepers scrambled to the scene but said they found the road blocked by obstacles placed in their way, and continued on foot. When they arrived after two and a half hours, it was too late. At least nine people lay dead, including a 15-year-old boy, and another 20 were seriously wounded, according to the United Nations. The attack in Fata Bornu, a remote hamlet of 4,000 people, echoes the grimmest days of the Darfur conflict in the 2000s. But it happened just this month—over a year since euphoric protests toppled Omar Hassan al-Bashir, the detested dictator whose alleged atrocities in Darfur earned him an indictment on genocide charges in an international court. But while the revolution brought some change to Sudan’s cities, that is not the case in Darfur, where the notorious janjaweed—nomadic Arab militias—still ride free. Heavily armed gangs continue to massacre, plunder and rape in scorched-earth tactics that recall the worst days of Mr. al-Bashir’s rule.

Zimbabwe on the brink (Foreign Policy) The streets of the Zimbabwean capital, Harare, were empty on Friday save for hundreds of soldiers and police dispatched to squash planned anti-government protests amid rising public anger over corruption, food shortages, and rampant inflation. The government has cautioned that protests will be regarded as an insurrection and that anyone who attends them will “only have themselves to blame.” Tensions have risen dramatically in recent months as the pandemic has tipped the country’s fragile economy into crisis. The local currency, which was reintroduced last year after being shelved for a decade due to a hyperinflation crisis in the late 2000s, has imploded with inflation over 700 percent, obliterating people’s savings and salaries. The World Food Program warned this week that by the end of the year 60 percent of the country’s population would lack food security, and it appealed to the international community to step up to prevent “a potential humanitarian catastrophe.”

[calford91]

Racism is real.

Excuse me for this, but I need to say something about what’s going on concerning these issues like that Karen and George Lynch. I will be real blunt here. If this offends you, don’t read it. First, Imma say this, there’s no such thing as post-racial America. Racism has always been here, but why? One if you think that racism exists because people talk about, you’re stupid af. Does Firemen talking fires create more fires? No. So stop that.

As said by the quote, racism is about power, not morality. That’s why racism stays afloat in this country because it actually benefits it. Racism is privilege/predujice plus power. You must have power to be racist. Racism is about a system that favors one race over others. Racism is about targeting marginalized races through institutional violence or discrimination. Lynchings, blackface, segregated buildings, gerrymandering, racial violence and killings, gentrification, not serving marginalized races, workplace discrimination, persecution of immigrants, police violence, assimilation, economic/income inequality, mass imprisonment, racial profiling, sacred land being disrespected, poor environmental/economic/working conditions are examples. Our government is responsible for keeping racism alive, from the beginning to right now. They either supported it, let it happened, or did nothing. The 13th Amendment never ended racism nor did integration. I’m all for desegregation, but the push for integration was a waste because it did nothing to protect us (Black people) from racism, it just assimilated us. You can’t integrate without any social or economic justice. MLK warned us about it.

If we’re living in a post racial society, why are there still, KKK, Neo Nazis, and all types of fascists and white supremacists running around? Why are there still places that are segregated? I see this a lot in my home state Mississippi, and other southern states. And it’s not just there, it’s everywhere. There is just as much racism and segregation in other regions like the Midwest and the Pacific States. For example, progressive cities like Portland, Seattle, Austin, San Francisco, NYC, Boston and yes Minneapolis have racism. Why are worshipping racist imagery like the CONfederacy (it’s dead and no more), plantations, famous people that we known racists this includes politicians and presidents? We still have the issues of racism like the aforementioned ways of institutional violence and discrimination still going on and our government (alluvem) did nothing. They’ve let the beast grow stronger and it’s gonna continue until we stop it.

What I need to add about racism being still alive is that its been normalized and/or no one gave a damn about it. Racism is more than just hating on skin color or calling people racist slurs, stop looking at the Webster definition. Racism is also about ways how to support the racist system. Examples: Falsely calling the police, supporting a reason why a Black person or POC should get killed, policing Black people/POC on racism, denying racism, fetishizing us and our culture, complaining about us winning awards and pageants, getting roles that are usually reserved for whites, stereotyping, and moving on up in the workplace, All Lives Matter, what about Black on Black crime despite every race doing some crime, okaying removal of Indigenous land, supporting racist politicians, branding nonChristians as terrorists, supporting that immigrants should be treated terribly because they crossed the border despite the fact that this country is originally Indigenous land, angry about the kneeling protests, putting MLK in yo mouth, wisecracking jokes about us like something about welfare or unemployment, saying words like thugs, animals, ghetto, criminals to describe Black folks, issa lot. Here’s a pyramid too.

But what about racism by Black people? Don’t be silly. We can be douches to y’all, but we (along with Indigenous people) can’t be racist to y’all because we don’t have the power to actively discriminate against y’all. If you want reverse discrimination, then look at Planet of the Apes. The apes are rulers of their planet, while the humans are oppressed. That’s what it looks like.

Now on the Karen (Imma call her on that) and George Lynch. So the Karen had the audacity to call the police on Christian Cooper because she couldn’t control her dog. This is a historical problem. Women like her have accused Black men of harming them, when it was a lie, and it got Black people killed. Emmett Till, Tulsa riots, Rosewood, Scotsboro Case, the Central Park Five are examples. On George Lynch, it was murder by the police. Police violence is institutional because it’s made to target marginalized people especially Black and Brown people, women, poor people, immigrants, LBGT people especially trans people (the ones y’all treat like garbage, despite the fact that all they wanna do is live life), and it’s not a few bad seeds, it’s a majority. There are cops that are good people, but that don’t mean anything. And the riots that happen, it’s not an act of recklessness, it’s a rebellion. Riots been happening since ever. There were riots when MLK was killed, the Vietnam War happening, when Black people were getting killed or brutalized by the police like Rodney King (LA), Mike Brown (Ferguson), Freddie Gray (Baltimore), and now George Lynch (Minneapolis). If you can’t put 1 and 1 together, then you’re the problem. These riots are because they’re angry at the system that keep targeting people like them. Keep in mind that these people are targeting corporations and the state not people. It really shows that you care about property than human lives. BTW, where’s all that energy for Tulsa and Rosewood, the KKK, Rioting over sports, Rioting over that creepy coach from Penn State, and those anti-quarantine protestors with racist imagery who’s armed with guns and been blocking ambulances? I don’t see y’all saying anything bout them. This also ties into other issues. Y’all have a problem with rebellious violence, but not a problem with going to another country and destroying it?

I’m so dang tired, y’all and stuff like this happens not just the people who do it, but the people who refuse to acknowledge it or do nothing about it. Look at the quote above. If y’all ain’t gonna do anything about it, you’ve chosen a side. Lemme tell y’all something, your ignorance, apathy, apologism, colorblindless tone policing, and reactionary behavior contributes to stuff like this. If ain’t gonna be anti-racist, then sit down and shut up. Stop with this crap like I don’t see color or we’re the same. Our race matters. We ain’t the same as you. We’re different from you. We don’t have the same luxuries and lifestyles as you. Stop thinking we can make it far as you. We got blocks in our way. You don’t.

All the things that I’ve mentioned about concerning racism is why we kneel (I see nothing wrong with it). Y’all upset with people kneeling, but y’all think that all types bigots and reactionary trash should have free speech. Rioting happens because of injustice against marginalized people. If you can’t see that, you’re lost. As Malcolm X said, the chickens are coming home to roost. What about all that stuff they’ve taken? Screw dat stuff. These multi-millionaire and billionaire companies got the money to save themselves. Property can be replaced, not human lives. Speaking of that, why ain’t you mad that these corporations have doubled, tripled their wealth during this crisis?

Now to allies because Imma see who y’all riding with. One of the worse things you can do is center yourselves or one of your kinfolk into issues like this. It’s not about you. If y’all are all talk, no action then you fake as hell. If you doing this cuz you saw the video, then it’s not genuine because you had all time to do so. If you see someone being racist or just being a huge reactionary ass, CALL THEM OUT ON IT! It’s time to hold these people accountable or if they can’t comply, cancel them. If you see someone doing something to Black people, stop em. There’s Google, y’all need to look up the history of Black people not only in America, but the world, because anti-Blackness is global. This includes Indigenous people too. Understand how colonialism work because that’s how stuff like this happens. Support Black people financially such as Mutual Aids, helping out when they’re down financially, and sending money to Black owned anything. The founder of Little Ceaser’s helped paid for Rosa Parks’ living. Fight for better working, living conditions for us. If you see something wrong, speak out. Don’t be a white savior. You ain’t doing this for validity. You’re doing this because it’s what you’re supposed to do. Don’t listen to the media, because they’re full of lies (alluvem). I’m finished y’all. Here some more quotes:

[thechembow]

Why Do We Blame It on the Rain?

Apr. 29, 2019

Rain suppression vs. OR in Frazier Park today

People often think of rain as being depressing weather and attribute their malaise to dark days or seasonal effective disorder. It’s true that darker and gloomier places breed depression, drug abuse, crime, murder and suicide, but these problems also happen in sunny places. So what is it about rain and gloomy weather that makes people feel so bad? Without rain we can’t live and nothing grows. When we don’t get enough rain, people complain about drought. When we get abundant rain, people complain that the weather is “unpleasant,” as if we should base our happiness on an external circumstance that we can’t control anyway. Heavy rain is reported in an apocalyptic manner by the news, but so is a lack of rain. In the world of YouTube junk, conspiracy channels describe every type of weather as warfare being “done to us” by someone, they say the government. Is it not possible that weather is a force that is built into the workings of this Earth, or that not everything weather does is bad?

Today in our part of Southern California, we awoke to a light rain. This is very late in our rainy season, but with the intensive gifting work in 2018 in the US west and a recent complete gridding of Fresno and Clovis, there is a very high orgone energy concentration in Southern and Central California. This is greatly offsetting heavy DOR attacks on this region. We endure heavy DOR assaults daily these days, because there has been so much rain in the forecast. It is the parasitic objective to stop or at least reduce all rainfall everywhere. Wet climates with strong storm systems farther north usually experience abundant rain despite DOR because all they can achieve there is a reduction in rain. In California, it is much easier for the parasites to achieve drought. By gifting throughout the entire state of California in depth, targeting the cell towers which are for weather control, we began to restore the climate here. Then by targeting the Pacific Northwest, a high DOR but still very rainy climate, we opened the floodgates for a more even dispersal of precipitation throughout the west. This brought more rain to California, and more sun between rains, rather than grey gloom, to the northwest.

People tend to focus on physical world explanations for everything they feel and experience. When I lived in Portland, Oregon, which is considered depressing because of rain, I was miserable. But I liked rain so it was confusing. I didn’t know about orgone energy, I didn’t know about DOR, and I didn’t even know what a “chemtrail” was. Here is an example of a lyric I wrote in 2006 about the way it felt on a DOR day, but not knowing why it was that way:

Nothing’s fun today It’s dark and grey without the rain It's overbearing Don't take much to make me cry I sit and stare and wonder why

Everyone's the same Oppressed, oppressive, or insane I'm going nowhere Don't take much to make me sad I wish I knew the love I had

I don’t really know where it came from, but I seemed to know that under all the malaise, I had some kind of love that I couldn’t recognize. This was the love of God, of the cosmic orgone energy, the life force energy. But during my time in Portland, not knowing what was going on energetically, I had no idea why these grey days without rain made everyone act crazy and sucked the life out of me. I was abused, robbed, and almost destroyed by Portland before returning to Los Angeles in 2009. When I returned to Portland for the first time in November 2016, we gifted the towers and I saw just how serious the DOR emergency was there. It was oppressive for a reason. The best, brightest, and most sensitive people in Portland were always abused because the population had such dark and negative energy. DOR adds to that socialist, lowest common denominator mentality of these harsh northern cities. It adds to the crime and the despair that leads to drug abuse and an inability to make a life for oneself. It contributes to poverty, hatred for people who are different or think differently, and mental disease.

The battle ending for the day with OR skies.

What people don’t like about rainy climates has little to do with the rain itself, but the DOR that is used against every rainstorm that comes through. I have been to some terrible places, and by terrible, I mean energetically. For example, San Francisco, Portland, and Seattle are all nice looking cities with places to overpay for coffee, food, and alcohol, and are all considered desirable because one can be gouged while on foot or bike. But in every one of these places, I have never felt good. They have too high of a DOR, but this is not something most people can detect. Those who can’t feel DOR don’t understand why I feel ill in these towns. Some other highlights in my travels to horrific grey and gloomy DOR zones include London, Stockholm, Copenhagen, New York, and Pittsburgh. All of these places sucked the life force out of me, but for any that I visited before 2014, I did not know why at the time. Of course there are many sunny places like LA that were once very DORish on a daily basis, and where DOR lead to drought. Now it’s mostly human DOR spewing affecting LA since almost all of the cell towers are neutralized and the drought is over. This is actually easier to contend with than a city with operational cell tower arrays.

Rain is blamed for the effects of rain suppression. We feel exhausted, sickened, and weakened on rainy days, and things seem to go wrong. People are rude, they may even act crazy and violent. This is not because of the life giving rain but because of the deadly radiation that is used against every rain storm. Every rain is a battle. This is true even in the rainy climates. If it’s raining a lot and you don’t feel good, pay attention to what kind of rain it is and what the clouds look like. Is it a grey flat sky? Is the rain splattery? Are you getting rain when you would normally get snow? These are all indicators that something is suppressing your rain. If rain were allowed to happen without interference, it would be a pleasant experience. I have enjoyed those orgone rains as well, once a battle is won.

We have seen in every region we have worked with orgone energy, that it increases healthy clouds and rainfall. We have also seen that when there is not to be rain naturally, the sky clears to a deep blue and all DORized water vapor (what people think of as “chemclouds”) is coalesced and evaporates in lovely spirals and puffy clouds. Rain and snow have increased dramatically in California and beyond with this last record breaking winter, and over the past five years of working with orgonite, rainfall records have been broken again and again in California, even in months that don’t get much rain historically. This is because we have never seen natural weather in our lives until now. This past winter the entire continental USA received the most precipitation on record. This is because of how orgonite has spread around the continent from our gifting and thanks to people learning to make it from us or contributing to our continuing work by buying it from us.

Most of all, your attitude toward the weather will influence how the weather affects you. If you’re a smart phone user, that is the main thing affecting your mood, not the weather. Wifi is similarly destructive. Orgonite is necessary to offset EMF you can’t remove from your life completely, other people’s pollution. As long as you have a device which programs negative thoughts and gives you easy access to YouTube garbage, you’ll continue to feel bad no matter what the weather. We can’t base our happiness on weather. We can influence it for good with orgonite, but we have to accept the fact that this is wartime and we are attacked daily. They attack etherically so only the sensitive know something is up. But still, the most energetically sensitive people I know are smart phone users, and using a smart phone will ultimately be their energetic undoing. How can you try to feel good when you have something in your hand that’s making you sick? Why complain about 5G when you’re participating in it? You’re only harming yourself.

The last thing to remember is that weather is not designed to make you feel good or bad. Weather is woven into the intelligent design of our world. It is a force beyond us, in which our only influence is positivity and restoration or negativity, which contributes to the destructive weather manipulation, all energetic. We are not special on our own, deserving of the weather of our choice like we’re picking it off of a menu. We are part of a greater creation and it’s not our will that we exercise. When we work in geo-restoration, we are providing labor for God here on Earth. We are undoing aeons of damage by parasites to this garden planet and enjoying the process of transmutation. You can’t customize the weather for your wants and you must accept the changing climate. We have been terrorized by the idea of climate change because they knew already that this restoration would take place. By terrifying people about climate change, they use those programmed minds to generate the world they want to see, a hot and energetically polluted desert. When we break out of the fear of climate change and see what orgone energy is doing, we accept with joy the new cool and rainy climate, and cherish the sun of summer, knowing that the winter will come again. Rain is a blessing to all life and never something to take for granted. Take it from someone who has seen drought and found a solution. There is no way to paint a negative picture of rain in my mind, only of DOR, which we must all tackle individually in order to free our minds and then our sky.

A heavy DOR attack neutralized

[charliensons]

Wemvuhbaisj reutabt uhgi vyzo etlagdbuf, wioz jpog ehcahla.

Wemvuhbaisj reutabt uhgi vyzo etlagdbuf, wioz jpog ehcahla.

[gretchensinister]

Operation Welcome Mat (preview)

I usually like to post a fic for my birthday, and well, this is a few days belated, but sometimes that’s how it goes. This is a preview of something I’m working on, now, and it’s a branching out of my usual fandom territory! I hope you’re curious, and I hope you enjoy!

It all stems from the question: Why does so much stuff that only Superman can deal with happen on the planet that Superman is on? That’s not the question that Lois Lane asks, but it’s the one she’s going to find an answer for.

Lois Lane always checks her spam folder. In fact, she always opens each individual message in there. Ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the time, what’s in there is garbage, but garbage is not synonymous with useless. Consider the journalists in Portland who went through the District Attorney’s garbage to make a point about privacy. Her daily ritual isn’t on that level of significance, but she feels the point still stands.

           Today, she opens an email that isn’t promising free trials of herbal supplements, contact info for hot singles in her area, or insurance policies that will cover damages caused by any and all anomalous events for as little as $10 a month. (These last annoyed her enough to ask Louise in Business to do a small expose on such companies—turns out, the fine print stated that given the regularity of attacks on Metropolis by aliens, robots, metahumans, etc., etc., these events could not be considered anomalous. Fucking scammers. She’s pretty sure they’re involved in a class-action lawsuit right now.)

           Instead, it reads thus:

           I am sending this to you because I think you are the only person in the world who might have adequate protection after I tell you this. It is for my safety and yours that I have not used your name or described what that protection might be.

           I ask you to use any and all resources you have at your disposal to investigate Operation Welcome Mat. I cannot tell you much more without compromising the slight chance this communication has of reaching you. However, I do not exaggerate when I say that the revealing—anything more I dare not hope for—of this operation will affect every human life on Earth.

           Sincerely,

                       One who works in the organization that knows you always check your spam folder

           The remaining message is a long and rambling series of testimonials for anti-aging and potency supplements, but Lois sees no reason to consider these as marks against the authenticity of the original message. Camouflage is important. As is covering one’s tracks. She opens her desk drawer and retrieves a high-quality digital camera that’s nevertheless old enough that it needs an actual physical cord to transfer the pictures on it to any computer. Lois has kept it in excellent condition, save for, oh, the pesky matter of the fact that the delete function doesn’t work on the camera itself, and that she just can never find the right kind of removable memory cards. Darn, what a problem! Fortunately the camera contains a 5000-image capacity non-removable internal memory. She takes a picture of the relevant portion of the email—well, ten pictures—and then sets about blocking every IP address that’s sent her something that ended up in her spam folder today and deleting every email indiscriminately. She’d like to perform a more thorough delete, but she never does that with any of her spam, and she’s got a feeling that now would not be a good day to start.

           Amateurs might worry about how she deleted the original email, but Lois knows that if she finds anything, she won’t need that email, and for another thing, the writer of that email most certainly doesn’t want anyone to be able to analyze their word choices and phrasing.

           She rests her arms on her desk and starts letting her mind work through everything the email told her. So, she’s the only person who “might have adequate protection” after learning about Operation Welcome Mat? The only unique protection she’s had under any circumstances is Superman. In a few well-known incidents, he’d appeared to give preference to getting her to safety before others. Lois isn’t one hundred percent sure that’s true, as she knows very well that she might’ve been the person in the greatest danger during each incident. Over her career, she’s tended to disregard danger for the sake of the story. And she can argue persuasively that in order to be a successful female journalist, she has to be prepared to face a certain amount of danger; she can argue that her years of experience have given her the ability to accurately evaluate the potential danger of a situation. These arguments have been, and are, vital to her public persona.

           But under a few layers of “I have to do this” is the chewy center of “I want to do this.” It’s true! Believe it or not, Lois Lane, Pulitzer Prize-winning investigative journalist, is a bit of a thrill-seeker!

           Good thing that might be exactly what her email contact needs.

           So. Back to the email. Back to Superman. She knows well enough that she doesn’t have a raven-haired alien angel at her beck and call, but, based on what the public has seen, is it more likely that she does than any other investigative journalist? Yes. So, if only Superman can offer her adequate protection, then—

           “Hi Lois,” Clark says, setting a paper cup on her desk. “Two sugars, no milk—” He breaks off into an almost cartoonishly exaggerated yawn that Lois nevertheless is familiar enough with to know is genuine.

           “You ought to buy some coffee for yourself,” Lois says, digging a few dollars out of her wallet and tossing them at him, which he barely catches. “I mean, if you’re going to volunteer to walk down to Reeve’s every day, anyway. And didn’t you grow up waking up at 4am to milk cows or whatever?”

           Clark smiles shyly. Like he always does. It’s a good smile, and on a kid who’s six foot three and probably better built than any of the barns he ever helped raise, it could very well explain why he always seems so exhausted in the morning. Though if Lois’ theory is true, she hasn’t seen or heard any other evidence of it. A gentleman never tells, Lois thinks idly.

           “I can and have milked cows in my sleep,” he says. “I can’t do anything in my sleep, here.” He looks down. “Uh, the truth is that I haven’t been sleeping well since the—what did they call it? The Chirauga Incident?”

           Lois grimaces. Yeah, Clark and half of Metropolis. Including her. When an army of aliens that big showed up all at once, there was no way to avoid some level of freaking out, special protection from Superman or not. “Yeah, the Chirauga Incident. Ugly sons of bitches, in my opinion. I killed one personally, you know.”

           Clark’s eyes widen in shock, and Lois grins. “What? I verified they weren’t bulletproof before going out to start, you know, researching my story.” But, because she is committed to the truth, even though Clark seems like he’ll believe anything she says, she has to add, “Well, okay. I’m pretty sure I mortally wounded it. Superman took care of it before I could find out for sure.” It had been clean. Heat vision through the Chirauga equivalent of the spinal cord. And Superman had turned to her with that red glow still shimmering in the back of his eyes. “Are you all right?” he’d asked, hovering a foot above the ground like it was nothing, looking at her like she was something. And she’d looked into the terrible weapon of his gaze and been stunned by the perfect surety that he’d never use it on a human being.

           And for all that, she’d never seen him look so alien.

           “Weren’t you watching? I had this one handled,” she’d said, with a rasp in her voice she hoped he’d attribute to the heavy dust and smoke in the air.

           “Well, in that case, I guess all I can do now is tell you to be careful out there,” he’d said.

           It would be nice if there was a discreet little jump cut in her memory right after that, but, unfortunately, Lois remembers with perfect clarity that she’d responded, “Sure thing, spaceboy,” like a complete and utter dumbass. But then Superman hadn’t laughed at her, no, he’d given her the smile and wink of an old-fashioned movie star before flying away to continue saving the world. She, on the other hand, had staggered off, feeling as emotionally churned-up as a teenager.

           The worst part about it, in her opinion, is that she knows very well that Superman has this effect on almost everyone who encounters him.

           “Ah, Superman,” Clark says, drawing her back to the present. His shocked expression has been replaced by the little smile she’s often seen him wear when talk of Superman comes up. She’s always thought there was something secretive about that smile, something notably different from the rest of his farm-boy guilelessness. (Though, she doesn’t quite believe he’s as transparent as he otherwise appears. And she doesn’t think that’s just her natural suspicion kicking in. For one thing, the Daily Planet is big, but not big enough that someone who was hired as a journalist could fall through the cracks and become nothing but a friendly coffee boy. She’s read some of his articles, the neighborhood news stuff he generally covers, and the writing is as solid as he is, with words chosen with care and sensitivity. There’s more to him than meets the eye, and if he ever decides to get ambitious, Lifestyle is in for a big surprise. For another thing, he’d moved to Metropolis during a metahuman surge, and that, frankly, was not what normies did, no matter how clueless they were.)

           The running undercurrent of what she knows about Clark and the smile that’s the one noticeable discordant note in the melody of the person she works with suddenly gel into a possible conclusion, one that Lois could’ve kicked herself for not even considering earlier.

           Talented kid moves from small-town Kansas, where he could’ve been a big fish in a tiny pond. And he doesn’t even move to a city in the same state or region, where he could have been a big fish in a medium-sized pond. Instead, he moves to Metropolis, where he won’t be a big fish at all, but where it’ll be a big project for anyone who knew him in Smallville to ever visit, or know anything about him he doesn’t want them to know. Metropolis, which, despite its dangers, still lives in the cultural mind as a place where the good kind of anything can happen. (Where Superman is often seen.) And when he’s here, he never, ever says anything about even going on a date with anyone, and mentions of Superman bring out that secretive smile. And he started off writing his articles with a clear awareness of issues that Lois has seen other straight white male coworkers fail to grok even after clear, baby-step-style explanations. And he’s never, ever tried to turn getting her coffee into something uncomfortable.

           So, possible conclusion: Clark is some flavor of queer, and still closeted/uncomfortable about it. But he can’t completely hide his crush on Superman because, well. Superman. And the kid has an honest face.

           Just goes to show, she thinks, how slow and unreliable gaydar can be, even if you are bi.

           But this does give her an idea on where to send him as she starts her initial investigation of this Project Welcome Mat. If it is big, bad business like it seems, Clark doesn’t need to get mixed up in it, even to the point of overhearing a phone call. And besides, it might help him accept himself, if he needs that.

           “You know what, Clark?” Lois says. “You need something to take your mind off shit like alien invasions.”

           Clark grimaces. “I don’t know if anything can.”

           “Yeah, it’s a toughie, but you’re a Metropolitan now,” Lois says, with more bravado than she feels. Some things you don’t get used to. But some of those things you have to at least pretend to get used to. “Get outside. Write your cat-up-a-tree article tomorrow. Do something completely out of the ordinary.” And then, as if she’s just thought of it, “Powtown Pride is going on today. Powtown’s a neighborhood. Pride’s something to write about. You could go there and see what you can see.”

           “Powtown?” Clark says, raising his eyebrows. “That’s the metahuman neighborhood. That’s…a bit more interesting than where Rowlands usually sends me.”

           Lois waves her hand. “Rita is seventy-eight and still thinks anything involving a metahuman is a front-pager. Perry can tell her otherwise when you bring back something nice.”

           “Well,” Clark says, warming to the idea, “there are a lot of misconceptions about Powtown that ought to be worn away by a reliable source like the Planet. I mean—there probably are. I don’t know, personally. But if everything written about Powtown was true, no one could live there. It’d be a smoking crater in the ground.”

           “So you see? Needs you,” Lois says. She smirks. “Be careful, though. They’ve got twinks down there that could rip you in half.”

           “Says someone who just told me about personally shooting a Chirauga,” Clark says. “No, no, I know—you had it handled. Anyway. Yeah, I will go.” He looks towards the windows and sighs. “After all, it’s a beautiful day to be outside.”

           Lois waves at him as he leaves, then glances towards the windows herself. It really is a beautiful June day, not too hot, vivid blue sky, puffy clouds slowly drifting by. Does Superman prefer days like this for flying? She wonders. Or would it not affect him at all? What would it be like to fly with Superman on a day like today—Lois sticks her tongue out in an exaggerated expression of disgust. She’s better than that! She has to be!

           Anyway, she’s got something new to investigate. Before Clark interrupted, she was thinking of what things out in the world only Superman could be adequate protection from. Well, aside from horrible things from space, that leaves a very short list that prominently features a house of a certain color and a building of a certain shape. And the name—Operation Welcome Mat—it has a very particular ring to it.

           But she’s still going to look into the rest of that short list. A direct assault isn’t the correct approach here, and besides, there might be connections, even if the person she’s going to call is officially blacklisted from government contracts.

           She scrolls to the contact in her phone for “Louis L’Amour,” and reaches out to someone who definitely isn’t a dead writer of Westerns.

Notes: I’ve decided to have Superman’s code against killing be specifically about humans/earthlings because for one thing, I don’t have to answer to Standards and Practices, and for another, I don’t feel like having every alien army be robots (which with sufficiently advanced AI doesn’t help anyway), and what do you want me to do, have Superman knock all the aliens out? If they’re going down long enough to be essentially counted out of the fight, they’re getting life-threatening brain injuries anyway. 

[greenpestdefense]

Important Pest Control Tips for Common Pests

Pest control is vital for maintaining a healthy and comfortable living environment. We will look at some important pest control tips for common pests:

Regular cleaning and sanitation: Keep your home clean and no food debris, as pests are often attracted to food sources. Clean up spills immediately, wash dishes promptly, and keep stored food in sealed containers.

Seal entry points: Regularly inspect your home for any cracks and gaps, or small openings that pests can use to come inside. Seal these entry points using caulk, weather stripping, or screens. Pay special focus to areas around doors, windows, pipes, and open vents.

Keep outdoor areas tidy: Everything should be cleared near to home. Trim bushes, shrubs, and trees away from your home to remove potential ways for pests to enter. Regularly remove leaf litter, fallen/rotten fruits, and other organic debris near your yard/residence.

Proper waste management: Dispose of garbage regularly in sealed bins/covers. Ensure that outdoor garbage cans have tight-fitting lids to prevent pests from accessing them. Clean the bins regularly to remove any residue or food particles.

Maintain a clean yard: Pests often find shelter in tall grass, overgrown vegetation, or piles of debris. Keep your lawn well-maintained, regularly cut the grass, and trim overhanging branches to touch on the building.

Proper food storage: Store pantry items, such as grains, cereals, and pet food, in airtight containers. This prevents pests like ants, weevils, and pantry moths from infesting your food.

Regular inspections: Conduct regular inspections of your home, paying attention to areas like basements, attics, and crawl spaces. Look for signs of pest activity, such as droppings, gnaw marks on wirings, plastic items, or damaged furniture. Early detection can help prevent an infestation from spreading.

Consult a professional: If you have a persistent or large-scale pest problem, it's best to consult a professional pest control service. They have the knowledge and expertise to identify pests, recommend appropriate treatment options, and provide ongoing prevention strategies.

Green Pest Defense offers pest control in Maine and provides solutions to both residential and commercial pests, and its services are at Auburn, Brunswick, Bangor, Augusta, Lewiston, Naples, Portland, Rockland, Scarborough, Saco, and more places in Maine.

[jerryantiques]

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[pusware]

While I do love doing ID, I am of an age (497 in dog years) where I want to see more of the world/US before the inevitable decline and dirt nap. The title of Fred Allen's autobiography, Treadmill to Oblivion, is increasingly applicable to life.

So I hopped off the treadmill last week for a long weekend in Tucson. Fantastic place to visit and hike, except they a have ways to go before they match PDX in food and beer. But they are a lot cleaner. The one thing I can say about Portland when I visit other cities is that Portland is, for a major metropolitan area, squalor central. Piles of garbage and litter most of which comes from the homeless. They do not seem all that interested in recycling. So if you want great food, drink, and hikes, just remember it comes with a large order of filth.

Plus, we have measles, thanks to some of the worst vaccination rates in the US.

Welcome to Portland.

The patient is a young, otherwise healthy, female, who comes in with abdominal pain and fevers 6 weeks after delivery. In the time before admission, she had a case of cellulitis, treated with Augment and Bactrim. Sigh. I was not involved.  And an IUD was placed.

The evaluation shows the usual signs of infection and a distended tender abdomen. The IUD was removed and a culture of the cervix grew Group A Streptococcus.

Continue reading at I Was Right From the Start