#him! even the parts that want to commit mass carnage!!! >:(
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Some thoughts I had while drilling a rock along with some thoughts collated earlier in the day. The writers don't waste dialogue. If it's there, it's there for a reason. This includes stuff from eps 4-5 plus the teaser for 6-7.
These are the bits I want to focus on:
Can't tell what's real and what's the basket anymore
Artsy outsider was always your thing
Can't tell what's real and what's the basket anymore
I suspect Buttons didn't turn into a bird. I think this is entirely down to Ed's head still being vaguely-basket influenced. Especially since he sees the bowl and the bird, but Stede doesn't come back and see either. Plus we heard birds startled and scuttling in the bushes literally seconds before it happens.
Part of the power of the basket is that it lets you see what you want to see and in that moment, nervously accepting Stede's invite back to the ship, what Ed needs a reassurance that people - he - can change. And how better to have your still slightly-untethered imagination do that than let yourself believe a man can turn into a bird? If Buttons can turn into an impossible bird, maybe you can turn back from one?
I'm curious what was in that giant spliff-looking bundle that Buttons had him hold right before his transmogrification act, especially since we already saw him and Mary with smaller versions back at the house. Could've been sage or could've been Buttons getting Ed a wee bitty stoned which certainly would've let him see things a bit more oddly and would definitely explain his giddy, blissed-out look as he watched 'Buttons' fly away XD
Artsy outsider was always your thing
Will fully admit that this one is a bit of a stretch, but bear with me and I will get to my point.
1. Ed mentions that he has a record to break based on mass raids and leaving chaos and carnage in his wake in episode 1. According to Oluwande, he's never seen a wanted poster with writing on both sides before.
2. Ned Lowe appears in the new teaser, apparently very irritated at his record being broken. This feels very personal an offence.
3. Ned Lowe enjoys hurting people but specifically, he enjoys hurting people in incredibly creative and artistically pleasing ways to him: he enjoys the perfect pitch of a scream, he tortures people with musical instruments, I half suspect the horrors he's committing in a lighthouse will end up looking like the batsignal for the Aesthetic.
4. Stede and his crew have already come across a ship where the bodies were left arranged in a tableau which feels like it was done especially to garner attention and horror: a man impaled on candle-sticks, another borderline crucified, another with knives in his eyes, and a giant bloody pentagram.
5. This artsy outsider, a bit of a sadistic weirdo even by pirate standards, has taken it personally that Blackbeard has stolen his thunder and is making a show to steal his thunder back in the most dramatic and over-the-top showy ways, including coming onto his current ship to torture his crew.
6. Bitter ex, anyone? :D
All that aside, I'm also now happily gnawing on the idea that the real Hornigold is going to turn up in the season finale post-credit scene as a hook for season 3. The fact they have post-credit scenes feels a bit of a waste, when so far, they've added nothing to the story. They're bait to make sure we stay watching to the very end.
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headcanon: shizuma + home.
you know that phrase “don’t make places out of people”? yeah, shizuma is the opposite of that.
home is people, and, like everything else about shizuma, this belief manifests viscerally. when you love someone, you let them carve a home in your heart. it’s ugly, and violent, and messy, and euphoric, and intimate in a way you won’t find anywhere else. ( he fundamentally believes you can identify true love by how much you’re willing to sacrifice, suffer, and bleed for it, but that’s another headcanon for another time. ) home is other people. it’s codependency, messiness, obligation, manipulation, and enough love to choke on. home is a shared space, a battleground, a constant give and take. he believes that when he’s with someone he loves, with his soulmate(s), it won’t matter if he has nothing to his name, because everything he needs is in that person. obviously it isn’t a perfect relationship by any means, and it’s definitely unhealthy and a product of his insecurity and maladaptive coping mechanisms, but it would be a lie to say his love isn’t real. it’s real. it’s just also really bad for you in the long term, probably, which is why his ideal long term partner thus far has been buntan @bredfaith; they are equally problematic and it works for them.
as for his physical home, shizuma moved out of the mizukage’s home when he was around sixteen and into a cheap apartment in the poorer district of kirigakure with several of the new seven. like any real cult of personality leader, he needs to remain in close proximity to his flock to maintain his control over them, so it was in his best interest to get them all under one roof. i’m sure they don’t all live with him though — but not for lack of trying.
#dash is dead post incoherent headcanons#answered.#answered: ooc.#thanks bewb#headcanon.#headcanon: shizuma.#i remember doing some research on another project and looking @ shizuma’s similarities to several prolific cult leaders and going Hm.#so that’s something i need to look more into when i have ..... time#tw cults#cults tw /#i really do believe part of his issue with haku is that they won’t let him manipulate them / he feels like he cannot be his full self around#them; and since they’re his parent it feels like rejection snd it makes him angry! they are meant to be his home! they should love all of#him! even the parts that want to commit mass carnage!!! >:(
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Breakpoint
Breakpoint
A rough, coarse gnawing echoed in the warriors immediate vicinity as his blade dragged on behind him, cutting a line through damp Darkshore sand. The site was nothing short of the horror stories his siblings and less than scrupulous uncles would cite to him as he grew up in the generous bounds of his parents’ estate. Elven, Gilnean & Horde blood flowed from the glossy shores and into the sea as if it were a river of twisted, congealed hatred seeping into the world and corrupting it with every drop. The sky was blackened, or it felt that way, at least. As if he’d walked in on the closing moments to the end of existence itself, despite the odd cheer from Forsaken soldiers a few hundred yards away, there was only void.
Therus stood on the precipice of his greatest victory yet. This was all he’d ever wanted since that fateful day the Gilnean’s abandoned him to his devices during their battle in Silverpine. He wanted their heads, he wanted his twisted version of justice which wasn’t really justice at all. Years had passed since, and he’d collected enough Worgen teeth to decorate dozens of necklaces with, but this was different.
He kicked at the blood-spattered sand beneath his plated boot, sending some of the soggy mush flying into the unnervingly calm waters. Where he should’ve felt pride, he felt hollow as if something had eaten away at his chest. Eventually he planted his blade firmly into the ground and dropped onto his behind, staring upwards in complete silence. Images flashed through his mind, their initial march, how everything had led to this moment all for it to come crashing down for him in the final act. His head raised, neck brutishly twisting to observe the aftermath of the carnage.
The bodies strewn across the shore no longer filled him with that sick sense of satisfaction he used to gain from every encounter with the enemy, instead all he saw was a mirror. A reflection of what had happened to his family as they fled Arathi all those years before. A low growl emanated from his person, gaining volume as seconds passed until eventually a guttural scream eviscerated the surrounding air. Doubt began to flood as if that dam he’d been building for years had all but shattered in that very instant. It wasn’t meant to be like this, it was meant to be glorious.
A few ragtag soldiers here and there looked on from the sidelines as they marched towards their staging area but they were paid absolutely no mind. The passage of time enveloped the unraveling Forsaken, creating a cocoon that eliminated the very idea of where his own human psyche ended and the vengeful corpses’ began, because that’s all he was, in the end.
Soon enough the war machines began to muster once more as the Warchief’s army picked up its pace. The last few screams had a finality to them which snapped him back to reality. The Horde’s, and more importantly the Forsakens victory was complete. He used his arms to push himself up off from the watery sand, though it was a struggle that seemed almost herculean in its nature. Eventually he’d made it back onto his feet, flickering a troubled gaze towards where the Horde forces began to muster, gathering up on the very edge of the shore not a couple hundred meters north.
From the way the catapults and other various war machines were positioned he knew within his blackened heart what was about to happen. Not even making an attempt to regroup at the muster point he simply turned his gaze back to the littered bodies mostly consisting of Night Elves and Worgen. It was the first time in a long time he’d felt this powerless, although that initial mental snap was over, all he could hear were the buried screams of his own family as they fell one by one to Forsaken blades. Even thinking about their faces was something he’d practically lash himself for, and now they swarmed him en-masse.
It wasn’t long now before the great tree in the distance would begin to emanate orange speckles. From his spot on the distant shore it almost seemed harmless, but he wasn’t naive enough to believe that. Each one of those flashes likely claimed dozens of lives if not more. Those fires grew and grew, it took surprisingly little time for the Horde siege engines to bombard Teldrassil to the point where the roaring flames could almost be felt shoreside. That once-black sky now burned with a strong blood-orange hue.
In truth, Therus had no idea how many Elven lives the great tree held among its branches. A thousand? A hundred thousand? All he knew is that this was the seat of their civilization, and that there might not even be any Night Elves left after this. What had he taken part in? Was this really what it was to be Forsaken? To be of the Horde?
The bulk of the forces lay to the North, though unlike previous victories, there were no ‘Lok-tar’s’ to be found this eve, just an ever creeping silence as the flames bellowed in the distance, consuming the world tree and destroying countless lives in the process. After he took his first few steps forwards, he stopped, a moment of clarity hitting him like the kick of a Kun-lai mule. South, south is where he would go. Away from this horror, away from these wretched terrible deeds he’d committed to live out the rest of his undeath in exile. His boots shifted in the sands beneath him as he began to drag himself far as he could from the Banshee Queen's machinations.
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Sonichu 11 Page 59
SIMON: Having to take one of their iPhones, i received Simonla’s e-mail responses. She had heard of them through Chris Chan, is that right?, Sonichu and Rosechu of their character abuse and defacing.
SIMON: She assured me of my rescue as soon as possible. I was with Evan, in the Quick Ball, that day 4-Cent Garbage fell to rubble. All of the surviving trolls had scattered.
EVAN CHRISTOPHER GEORGE {thought}: You’ll pay for this!
SIMON: After the release of the prisoner Sonichus, Rosechus, and abused Pokemon, at Alec’s hide-out, he, Evan, Mao and Sean plotted to kill Chris’ Sonichus and Rosechus, one by one. Sadly starting with Simonla, and those at the mall, two days later. I was set up to be a decoy. I was forced to repeat “kill Simonla” in my mind.
ALEC BENSON LEARY: While Chris Chan is speeching on, I’ll plant the Voltorbs and detonate each of them. Evan, drop the chandelier, Mao, kill from behind, and Sean, throw rocks.
SIMON: I was totally paralyzed with fear, but I was obligated to my master’s orders. I am not a bad Pokemon. Frankly, I was relieve after the five of us were captured. Then, super scared after hearing Simonla got blow up. During our jail time, I was kept well-separated from Evan and the others. I was better fed in jail than ever before; I was finding peace of mind. The down side was Wild’s weekly visits; he really hated the five of us. And then one visit he brought Sandy; I was really ashamed. I could not live that down.
WILD: Murderer!
SANDY: My mother is in a coma, because of you, Uncle!!
Despite Simonla’s promise to rescue him ASAP, Simonchu is present for the destruction of the 4CG building. This despite the A4 not having been mentioned as having been in Clarksville on the day of the disaster in any previous mention. Remember that all of Sonichu 10 up until after Simonla’s “death” seemingly happened on one day - including but not limited to the 4CG collapse, the raid on the Asperchu base in Minnesota, and Chris’s speech and the Voltorb explosion. This brings up the unpleasant question of logistics, given that the A4 didn’t have the deus ex machina powers that Chris does of Sonichu/Chris-Chan Sonichu’s super speed and Magi-Chan’s teleportation, along with wondering the locations of the remaining 3 Asperpedia Foursmen, seeing as the only one we saw prior to Chris’s speech was Alec, getting beaten up in Minnesota. Alec was beaten up at his house in Minnesota in the afternoon, then was in CWCville, Virginia by that evening to plant the Voltorb, which is possible but improbable if he was flying commercial air, the Occam’s Razor explanation of how he got halfway across the country. And Evan, who we didn’t see in Sonichu 10 until Chris’s speech, was now apparently in Tennessee, also not close to CWCville (this would also be the first time we’ve seen A4 members acting independent of the group). We see Evan at 4CG Ground Zero, shaking his fists at the rubble and… something blue and yellow and orange? Are those supposed to be paramedics carting off an injured/dead troll away?
The Asperpedia Four’s seemingly random attack is reframed as revenge for the 4CG collapse (again, possibly on the same day - the speech section is delineated from what came before by a vague “later”, but Chris usually likes to state the full month/day/year everytime a new day is shown, so probably all the same evening), and the full scope of their plans is revealed to us here. Alec says that he was going to plant “Voltorbs” plural, implying that the attack was originally intended as a larger bombing attack. It’s unknown why it was pared down to just Simonla’s restroom, it’s implied by Alec’s wording that he was to detonate the Voltorbs one by one which makes no sense because presumably the building would be evacuated after the first Voltorb explosion, limiting the casualties if that’s what they were going for. Evan’s instructions were to “drop the chandelier”, despite there not being any chandeliers in the place the speech was being held at, Evan instead tried to cut down the jumbotron over Chris’s head. Giving Chris the benefit of a doubt, “chandelier” could have been a codeword used as a sweet Phantom of the Opera reference. Mao’s job was the extremely vague “kill from behind” - with what? The A4 seemed to have a thing for structural carnage, so it’s possible that Mao’s job was to seal possible exits by bringing down part of the building, thus trapping Chris and all his cronies inside, but I’m just spitballing here. Sean, fitting the characterization presented to him so far as a brain-dead rock-loving fool, is ordered to throw rocks at people. Given that his three compatriots are murdering people en masse, Sean causing moderate injuries with throwable rocks is laughable, in fact it almost seems like a comic relief joke thrown in amongst the rest of the crew’s serious and scary terrorist plot. I could give Chris the benefit of a doubt again and say “throw rocks” is another euphemism/codeword for something like a Molotov Cocktail, but given Sean’s obsession with rocks I really don’t want to. Simon, too, has a part to play - he’s the decoy to distract Magi-Chan, thinking “Kill Simonla” so Magi’s psychic patrol senses would get alerted to him and not the rest of the A4, so they’d be free to do as they pleased. The problem is that by having Simon think “kill Simonla”, he alerted Magi-Chan to the fact that there’d be an attempt on Simonla’s life that evening, the CWCki describes it as “a tactical decision that is comparable to setting off the sprinklers so you can commit arson”. Indeed, it’s quite possible that using Simon as a decoy was the only thing preventing the A4’s most extreme version of their attack from occurring. Good job shooting yourselves in the foot guys.
Simon had no choice but to follow orders and he’s relieved that he’s separated from his abusers when the five are arrested. Unfortunately, his arrest flings him out of the A4’s frying pan and into Wild and Sandy’s fire, as they decry him as a murderer, despite no one actually having died, and presumably they’re aware he was an unwitting participant. Whatever jail he’s being held in apparently just lets people go in and berate its prisoners.
#Sonichu 11#Simonchu and Bananafunkle#wild sonichu#sandy rosechu#simonchu#alec benson leary#Evan Christopher George#sean august watley#Mao Ling
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New Skullgirls Muse(s)!
I’ve been wondering if I should commit to posting any more rp more muses here; and have been debating how quickly I wanted to throw in Muses here; as I have a feeling most of my muses will have many verse options. I’ll probably give a little alert here every time I have a new Verse or character uploaded in my Muse section! Though uh...I’ve got a bit of a feeling I will get easily carried away and post far too many ;v;
Note that all information on these characters are subject to change based on whatever is most convenient in a roleplay along with roleplay partner perference! The bonds and origins of this character are the default settings for her and I’m willing to change them in various roleplays based depending on the preference of others!! .O.
Also! Trigger warning as the backstory contains kidnapping, child enslavement, and gore!
Note to self: Update these artwork references
Raziel’s origin
(this section is optional depending on how powerful we wish for Raziel to be in a roleplay)
Raziel was originally a very tiny piece of Venus’s body (as it is stated that Venus’s true body exists beyond the threshold of human comprehension, thus I figured it’s a reasonable ability for Venus to take off tiny parts of her body to create mere scouts), to act as one of the various eyes of the trinity to keep an eye on the world. Her abilities are not nearly as vast as the trinity’s, yet she was gifted with the ability to transfer herself across different dimensions and realities(it was basically a concept of a plot device for others to reasonably reach the trinity for a roleplay I was in), yet after a certain incident; she’s become even more weakened and has forgotten how to use her abilities. She’s gained amnesia after falling from a great height (the exact reason I’ve never really specified how it happened, as I’m leaving it open for various interpretations and concepts of how to expand her character)
This origin is mostly how I’d describe her as having ‘hidden potential’ which makes her parasite so desperately cling onto her and thinks that raising her could allow her to become more powerful with time.
However it is entirely possible that the Trinity can still essentially use her as a remote video camera of sorts; as Venus can likely see whatever Raziel can see given she is a part of her.
Backstory
Raziel’s story starts with her seemingly falling through the sky; whether or not she was launched from a great distance or had some other event that caused her to do so is unknown; but it caused her to fall through the roof of an orphanage, where she was nursed back to health by the ones there.
She stated she had amnesia; presumably from her fall, she said she could only remember her name; Raziel. Because she had no memories of her parents or where she originated from, she stayed with the others in the orphanage.
This is the same orphanage that housed Marie and Patricia; though their relationship depends on roleplay partner preference if they prefer them to be close friends or mere acquaintances. Given the fact the orphanage had plenty of other kids inside of it, I figured it wouldn’t be too far fetched to say she could be one of the kids who resided there.
Raziel wasn’t exactly a very social butterfly; so she didn’t particularly spend a lot of time with others, but she was relatively happy being in the orphanage with everyone there.
That is, of course, until the Medici Mafia found the orphanage of course.
Like all of the other kids there, Raziel was enslaved by the Medicis, being forced into manual labor. She was scarred for life when she witnessed the brutal torture of Patricia. The fact that simple acts of rebellion towards them would result in them mutilating her body so horrifically was enough to make her give in to her own fear, feeling petrified at the mere thought of meeting a fate like Patricia had.
Raziel managed to catch wind of Marie’s escape attempt, yet was too terrified of the consequences to accompany her, and stayed behind. This was something that Raziel forever would feel regret for, as this moment made her realize how much of a coward she truly was for not following Marie in her escape. She never found out if Marie ever managed to escape or not. She could only pray that she did not get caught.
As the days went on, she was one of the few that stood the most in line, thus making her a more favorable slave to them, as they decided to keep her around rather than sell her, keeping her as a servant within the Medici Tower.
As Raziel kept serving the Medici Mafia, she almost felt as if her fear was growing stronger each day, at one point she was beginning to feel as if she was hallucinating as she could have sworn that she could see a black liquid leaking through her body, feeling as if her own shadow had a face smiling back at her, paranoid that there was even voices whispering in her head, getting the strange sensation of something crawling through her veins.
She honestly believed that she was beginning to go mad from the fear and anxiety she was dealing with each day. It caused her work to become less efficient as well, causing her captors to grow less patient with her mistakes.
Raziel wasn’t sure how much more she could handle, until one day she heard the voice speak clearly to her.
It told her that it could grant her the ability to set herself free. If they accepted them, they would allow her to never have to fear anyone again.
Raziel accepted the proposition the voice offered.
Within moments, the crawling in her skin began to intensify, she felt agonizing pain as they felt something attaching itself to Raziel’s body, before suddenly having various black tendrils rip out of her flesh.
There was a face being seen out of one of the tendrils, a face that looked like the ones she saw in her hallucinations. She could also see that the tendrils seemed to be made of a black liquid that seemed capable of transforming into a physical and semi-physical states.
The shadowy tendrils emitting from her body caused carnage to any mafia member that got too close to Raziel as she fled the tower, allowing her to successfully escape from the Medici Mafia.
Once in a more safe location; Raziel managed to soon get some answers from the shadowy demon that was lurking inside of her. He stated that his name was Nightmare. Nightmare was something called a Theon, or as others may more commonly refer to as a Parasite.
Raziel didn’t have any knowledge of what a Parasite was, so she was rightly confused. Whilst Nightmare may have skipped some details about himself, he did promise one thing. So long as he was by her side, nothing could harm her.
Nightmare
I made Nightmare a long time ago; and he’s always been that character that I know has a few oc Taboos such as being an overly edgy character that’s been more of an entity, but..I’ve always had a soft spot for him? So I’ve always kind of reinterpreted him time and time again ^^; I may reuse him for other things but this’ll be describing his skullgirl verse version.
Also I swear he wasn’t made to look like Sampson as I made him before I even saw Fillia or Sampson ^^; I know he has similarities to his design and abilities; though given how little we know about parasites/theons in the skullgirls universe; I feel like it isn’t TOO unreasonable for Parasites to share physical traits by coincidence. Though I have considered playing off this fact of him trying to impersonate Sampson, I figured it’d be easier to play it off as a coincidence for simplicity’s sake
It is entirely possible/optional for Sampson and Leviathan to have heard of him in the past given them being rather old parasites, but it also makes sense given Nightmare’s more secretive methods for them to have never heard of eachother.
Sekhmet is also a potential character that could have met Nightmare in the past; as I think it is possible that they could have had temporary alliances in the past, though I think both of them would be too smart to trust the other as proper friends or teammates given they’d probably know the other wouldn’t hesitate to stab the other in the back.
Abilities
Nightmare’s body is made of a rather bizzare black liquid of some form; yet capable of shifting each bit of it’s slimy form freely, and even capable of hardening itself into a physical or semi-physical shape.
His body is difficult to move without a host however. Even though his body can be split into various pieces, he can still move each part of his detached body remotely; although smaller parts would be slower and less capable; and could not become quite as mobile as his primary ‘body’.
An easy way to describe nightmare’s body would be to refer to the Symbiote from Spiderman; or Ragnarok from Soul Eater in a way.
If he loses more of his mass, he can acquire more mass by feeding on humans. He can either feed on their physical bodies for a more potent effect, or to keep himself stable he can instead just feed simply on either their emotions or parts of their mind.
When attached to a host; he usually lurks within the bloodstream of his Host; with the ‘core’ of his body usually lurking around the host’s brain, where he can leave parts of his body inside of their brain to cause their host to hallucinate.
These hallucinations can allow him to either discreetly communicate with his host, displaying a hallucination of his body to talk to them a bit more properly, or just to cause them to panic (as he finds fear to taste delicious.)
He has a large amount of control over his host’s body, although when he takes control; his hosts usually tend to freak out.
Once he is attached to a host; he is capable of ripping parts of his body out of the host for various attacks, as he is capable of focusing the full potential of his shapeshifting abilities when connected. He can also quickly knit the host’s flesh back together after ripping through it.
However; like all parasites; his host will die whenever he completely disconnects his main core body away from the host.
Backstory
Nightmare is a rather old Parasite; however he will insist to refer to him as a Theon, as he much prefers the title. Nightmare has always been intrigued by the potential of power; and has always grown curious of how great his personal strength could become.
He has lived throughout the years living in the shadows, observing closely the nature of those with much more capable powers than himself, studying the essence of power.
Unlike some of the more merciful Theons; Nightmare rarely felt any sense of bonding towards his hosts. He often referred to mankind as mere livestock, although he always made sure to be cautious to keep his existence secret if possible; as it made his research easier if the world didn’t know about him; preferring if he was left as a myth at best.
He will usually only keep a host around for as long as he deems them useful. Once he deemed a host is no longer suitable for his needs; he will drain their bodies dry; killing them from the inside out before moving onto the next host like a horrific disease.
Throughout the years he’s had more smaller parts of his body scout throughout the world to perform his research; plotting and planning as he wanted to rise in power. Though he hasn’t made as much progress as he would have liked; Nightmare was nothing if not patient.
One day; he had managed to find a human that had a body unlike any other mortal he’s found before. One with an unusual power that was tucked deep inside of her. It was a young child known as Raziel.
Usually he’d rip his way inside of the victim’s body; trying to take the body by force. But the fact her abilities were paranormal; and have not developed yet; he figured this host would need to last longer than any of his other hosts, so he’d have to practice caution not to break her too quickly.
Though with his sadistic nature; he couldn’t help giving her a few teases along the way. Playing with the sanity of mortals was a hobby that has grown into a habit for him; and quite frankly he admired playing with his food.
He even gave her the illusion of choice when he offered to make the connection. He could have connected to her at any moment, but he chose to lead her into a situation where she could not resist saying no to him. Make her believe that the devil was her guardian angel.
Nightmare caused the girl to make mistakes at the most horrific moments, causing her employers to grow less merciful towards her. When she was in her greatest hour of need, that was when he finally spoke to her and made his offer.
Once she accepted, he made the connection official.
Tricking and manipulating the girl was far too easy for him. She was just a stupid prey to him; playing right into his hands.
Tag: #Parasite | Raziel and Nightmare
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One Handgun, 9 Murders: How American Firearms Cause Carnage Abroad https://www.nytimes.com/2019/08/25/world/americas/one-handgun-9-murders-how-american-firearms-cause-carnage-abroad.html
With unregulated gun sales, the United States is fueling gun violence and murder abroad. #EnoughIsEnough
One Handgun, 9 Murders: How American Firearms Cause Carnage Abroad
Hundreds of thousands of guns sold in the United States vanish because of loose American gun laws. Many reappear in Jamaica, turning its streets into battlefields.
By Azam Ahmed, Photographs by Tyler Hicks | Published August 25, 2019 Updated 9:53 a.m. ET | New York Times | Posted August 25, 2019 10:25 AM ET |
CLARENDON, Jamaica — She came to Jamaica from the United States about four years ago, sneaking in illegally, stowed away to avoid detection. Within a few short years, she became one of the nation’s most-wanted assassins.
She preyed on the parish of Clarendon, carrying out nine confirmed kills, including a double homicide outside a bar, the killing of a father at a wake and the murder of a single mother of three. Her violence was indiscriminate: She shot and nearly killed a 14-year-old girl getting ready for church.
With few clues to identify her, the police named her Briana. They knew only her country of origin — the United States — where she had been virtually untraceable since 1991. She was a phantom, the eighth-most-wanted killer on an island with no shortage of murder, suffering one of the highest homicide rates in the world. And she was only one of thousands.
Briana, serial number 245PN70462, was a 9-millimeter Browning handgun.
An outbreak of violence is afflicting Jamaica, born of small-time gangs, warring criminals and neighborhood feuds that go back generations — hand-me-down hatred fueled by pride. This year, the government called a state of emergency to stop the bloodshed in national hot spots, sending the military into the streets.
Guns like Briana reside at the epicenter of the crisis. Worldwide, 32 percent of homicides are committed with firearms, according to the Igarapé Institute, a research group. In Jamaica, the figure is higher than 80 percent. And most of those guns come from the United States, amassed by exploiting loose American gun laws that facilitate the carnage.
While the gun control debate has flared in the United States for decades — most recently after the mass shootings this month in El Paso and Dayton — American firearms are pouring into neighboring countries and igniting record violence, in part because of federal and state restrictions that make it difficult, or sometimes nearly impossible, to track the weapons and interrupt smuggling networks.
In the United States, the dispute over guns focuses almost exclusively on the policies, consequences and constitutional rights of American citizens, often framed by the assertion “guns don’t kill people, people kill people” — that the reckless acts of a few should not dictate access for all.
But here in Jamaica, there is no such debate. Law enforcement officials, politicians and even gangsters on the street agree: It’s the abundance of guns, typically from the United States, that makes the country so deadly. And while the argument over gun control plays on a continual loop in the United States, Jamaicans say they are dying because of it — at a rate that is nine times the global average.
“Many people in the U.S. see gun control as a purely domestic issue,” said Anthony Clayton, the lead author of Jamaica’s 2014 National Security Policy. But America’s “long-suffering neighbors, whose citizens are being murdered by U.S. weapons, have a very different perspective.”
Firearms play such a central role in Jamaican murders that the authorities keep a list of the nation’s 30 deadliest guns, based on ballistic matches. To keep track of them, they are given names, like Ghost or Ambrogio.
Some, like Briana, are so poorly documented that the United States Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives has nothing more than a piece of paper with the name and details of the original buyer, according to confidential documents reviewed by The New York Times.
Purchased in 1991 by a farmer in Greenville, N.C., the Browning vanished from the public record for nearly 24 years — until it suddenly started wreaking havoc in Jamaica. For three years, its ballistic fingerprint connected it to shootings, mystifying law enforcement. Finally, after a firefight with the police, it was recovered last year and its bloody run came to an end.
The authorities traced the serial number back to the handgun’s original owner. But that did not explain how the weapon wound up in Jamaica decades later. Or how the authorities could prevent the next Briana from arriving.
The mystery is no accident. By law, licensed gun merchants in the United States are not required to do much more than record retail sales, and usually don’t have to report them to the authorities. After that, if a gun is stolen, lost or handed to someone else, paperwork is only sometimes required.
Only a few American states mandate the registration of some or all firearms. Several other states explicitly prohibit it. And there is no national, comprehensive registry of gun ownership. The federal government is forbidden to create one.
Drawing on court documents, case files, dozens of interviews and confidential data from law enforcement officials in both countries, The Times traced a single gun — Briana — to nine different homicides in Clarendon, a largely rural area of Jamaica where violence has spiked in recent years.
It is just one of the hundreds of thousands of guns that leak out of the United States and overwhelm countries in Latin America and the Caribbean. More than 100,000 people are killed every year across the region — most of them by firearms.
“I still love him and miss him all the time,” said Clovis Cooke Sr., weeping over the murder of his son, Clovis Jr., who was gunned down in 2017 with the Browning the authorities call Briana.
“He took care of me,” Mr. Cooke said of his son. “Every week he would come by and bring food and groceries and pay the bills.”
Jamaica brims with losses like his. American weapons are routinely funneled into the country aboard ships, flooding cities like Kingston, the capital, where high-grade assault rifles are wielded by warring gangs.
Jamaica’s own gun laws are relatively strict, with fewer than 45,000 legal firearms in a country of almost three million.
But it is awash in illegal weapons. The Jamaican authorities, who estimate that 200 guns are smuggled into the country from the United States every month, routinely ask American officials to examine some of the weapons they seize in raids, during traffic stops or at the ports.
Of the nearly 1,500 weapons the A.T.F. checked from 2016 through 2018, 71 percent came from the United States.
The figures are similar in Mexico, which has been lobbying the United States for more than a decade to stop the illegal guns flowing south. By some estimates, more than 200,000 guns are trafficked into Mexico each year, many to feed the vast criminal networks fighting over the multibillion-dollar drug trade to the United States.
But here in Jamaica, the killings are rarely driven by such enormous profits. The drug trade has fallen from its heyday, organized crime has been fractured and most of the historic kingpins have been killed or imprisoned.
Instead, the guns in Jamaica are often used in petty feuds, neighborhood beefs and turf wars that go back decades, to when political parties authored the majority of the country’s violence.
Because guns are so plentiful, small insults and old vendettas that might otherwise leave few casualties grow much more dangerous — not just for the combatants, but also for anyone who happens to be in the way.
“A lot of violence is the result of people settling their disputes, and with all the guns in the country, it is easy to settle things that way,” said Orlando Patterson, a Jamaican-born sociology professor at Harvard University. “That is where it’s at right now. The early factors, the politics, international drugs, they are gone.”
Even some of the gang members agree they are often fighting over small stakes — and sometimes no financial stakes at all.
“I mean, with or without the guns, we will still fight,” said one gang leader in Kingston, speaking on condition of anonymity for fear of arrest. “But the guns make it deadlier. There would be a big difference without as many guns.”
From North Carolina Into Thin Air
Johnnie Ray Dunn walked into a North Carolina gun store in the fall of 1991 and purchased an American icon: a 9-millimeter Browning.
With its all-steel frame, the gun was built to weather abuse, with a reputation for accuracy and functionality.
Mr. Dunn, a farmer, handed over his details and went home with a gun that, if maintained, would last a lifetime.
That’s where Briana’s paper trail began — and ended.
President Ronald Reagan had signed a bill that prohibited the creation of any sweeping national gun registry five years earlier, a pivotal piece of legislation in the history of American gun law.
The National Rifle Association lobbied heavily for the bill, which many saw as a way of expanding gun sales by ensuring easy access to firearms. Underpinning the effort was a warning that still resonates with many of the law’s supporters today: that a national registry would enable the United States government to keep track of gun owners and crack down on their right to bear arms.
“It will be used to take away our guns,” said John Donohue III, a professor at Stanford Law School, explaining one of the main talking points against a national registry.
The law effectively ruled out a federal system of tracking all firearms. So when Mr. Dunn’s gun suddenly showed up in Jamaica, linked to a series of homicides from 2015 through early 2018, no one could figure out how it got there.
The A.T.F. was unable to trace the gun beyond its initial purchase, and Mr. Dunn would not have been required to report if it had been sold, swapped, lost or stolen. The weapon disappeared into what some experts call the black hole of American gun laws.
Mr. Dunn died in 2011, according to a local newspaper obituary, and is not considered a suspect in the gun’s path to Jamaica. The Times attempted to reach his family, without success.
Guns like his regularly torment Jamaican officials. Most firearms used in crimes are orphans of a system that seems geared to forget them. Purchased legally, they eventually fall into the vast ocean of what the A.T.F. estimates to be more than 300 million guns circulating in the United States, their chain of ownership often irrevocably broken.
“This is the stereotypical crime gun,” said Joseph Blocher, a professor at Duke University School of Law. “They almost all originate with a legal sale and are then passed on, stolen or otherwise vanish before reappearing in a crime.”
Because Jamaican officials cannot tell how handguns like the 9-millimeter Browning entered their country — even with the assistance of American law enforcement — they struggle to shut down the smuggling rings that fuel the nation’s violence.
All they know is that, more than 20 years after being sold in North Carolina, the handgun became one of the most lethal in Jamaica, the tool of a one-eyed gangster named Hawk Eye.
Samuda Daley got the nickname as a boy. He saw poorly out of one eye, and after an unsuccessful surgery left it covered in a milky film, his alias was born.
Mr. Daley was a product of violence, shaped by its near constant presence in his life. As a child, a relative said, his mother was stabbed to death by his uncle.
By ninth grade, he had dropped out of school to start working at a sugar factory, telling his family he didn’t want to rely on anyone. He joined the Gaza gang, a clique of young men who had grown up together in a knotted cluster of streets in Clarendon.
They began by hanging out, not fighting, his family said. But in the crucible of poverty and desperation, where small conflicts can turn deadly, they ran afoul of a similar group, the King Street gang. The rivalry grew quickly.
On Sept. 19, 2015, almost exactly 24 years after Mr. Dunn purchased the gun, the first sign that it had made its way to Jamaica appeared: A man named Okeeve Martin was killed with an unknown 9-millimeter Browning.
There was no money or territory at stake, residents say. The motive seemed to be revenge — the girlfriend of the Gaza gang’s leader had been shot by mistake in an earlier episode.
She survived, but the rumor mill led to Mr. Martin, and retribution came swiftly.
The gun lay dormant for a year before claiming the life of a 17-year-old, Shane Sewell, on Sept. 6, 2016. He was walking home, having left a bar after a night with friends. He ended up in a ditch, riddled with bullets, some from the mysterious Browning.
Officials believe he was killed in a dispute over a different firearm. In Jamaica, guns are often rented out by their owners, as a hardware store might rent out valuable tools. The borrower, looking to commit a robbery or even kill someone, pays a fee to use the weapon. Afterward, the gun is returned. Given a gun’s income potential, when one is lost or stolen, the consequences can be deadly.
In the summer of 2017, the Browning struck again. Kurt Mitchell, a fisherman believed to be a member of the King Street gang, was gunned down at a party — a reprisal for an earlier homicide against the Gaza gang, the authorities believe.
His death, in turn, generated still more deaths, in the tragic rhythm that violence often takes in Jamaica.
Much of the fighting today stems from political conflicts that stretch back long before the shooters were born. In past decades, armed groups loyal to one of the two major parties — the Jamaica Labour Party and the People’s National Party — battled one another for dominance.
The patronage networks eventually transitioned to crime, stripped of their political focus. Local leaders, known as Dons, grew incredibly powerful, as deep connections to the United States, Canada and Britain enabled their criminal enterprises to become transnational.
But that, too, changed as the government cracked down on the Dons and targeted the drug trade in Jamaica. By 2010, the Dons were all but a thing of the past, with the last major player, Christopher Coke, known locally as Dudus, arrested and extradited to the United States after battles that resulted in the deaths of at least 73 people.
“2010 was a watershed moment,” said Damian Hutchinson, the executive director of the Peace Management Initiative, which works to stop violence in Jamaica’s most dangerous neighborhoods. “The Don culture started to change. The political enforcers were now undermined by younger, less conscientious individuals with less purpose to the violence.”
The splintered factions began fighting one another, leading to more — and more random — violence. Wars broke out between once-aligned blocks and the gangs multiplied, to more than 250 nationwide today.
Those armed factions, fighting a small-scale war, have lifted homicides to new peaks.
The 9-millimeter Browning became a terrifying facet of this landscape, with evidence tying it to more than eight homicide scenes.
As officials tried to stitch together the clues, the gun was repeatedly being used as an enforcement tool of the Gaza gang, often by Mr. Daley, the killer known as Hawk Eye.
He was quiet, never bragging about his exploits, residents and family members said. He didn’t need to. His ruthlessness was well known, and neighbors afforded him a grudging respect.
Mr. Daley had become embroiled in a personal feud with another gangster, Christopher Lynch, and some of the shootings that plagued Clarendon in 2017 came from their hatred for each other, officials say.
They had once been close friends, almost like family, relatives said, but that former intimacy now burned with an equally intense hostility. Mr. Daley tried to kill him on a Sunday in 2017, when he spotted him walking home from a soccer game.
He fired at Mr. Lynch, who took off running through the woods and escaped, officials say. But a stray bullet struck a 14-year-old girl in the stomach as she prepared for church. Luckily, the girl survived.
Months later, Mr. Lynch’s father was at a wake, a late-night affair with drinks and music, a celebration of life common in parts of Jamaica. At around 10:30 p.m., investigators now believe, Mr. Daley stormed the wake and began shooting. The elder Lynch died. Three others were injured.
Once again, the bullet fragments connected the shootings to the 9 millimeter.
From Idaho to Montego Bay
Not all guns vanish without a trace and suddenly reappear, decades later. Some are bought openly and sent overseas right away.
From late 2016 through early 2017, a 74-year-old man from Idaho purchased three military-style rifles and a Glock .45 pistol in Meridian, Idaho, a town of about 100,000 people surrounded by more than two dozen gun stores.
Six months later, all four guns were recovered by the Jamaican authorities in a raid in the Montego Bay area, where criminal violence has overwhelmed the parish of St. James.
The area is a notable exception to Jamaica’s vendetta violence. A multimillion-dollar scamming industry has flourished there, inciting so many homicides that the government sent in the military.
The scammers — who swindle American citizens into sending money or divulging their bank account information — are well financed and capable of building armories to battle their competitors.
The weapons, like other illicit arms in Jamaica, arrive in containers aboard the hundreds of ships that come to the island each month. Often, they slip through in small batches, broken down into parts and hidden in freezers or car engines to evade inspectors.
Of course, not all illegal guns in Latin America and the Caribbean come from the United States. In some countries, including those with weapons left over from civil wars, fewer than half of the illicit weapons trace back to American soil.
But firearms trafficking from the United States is such a big problem that the A.T.F. says it is dedicated to fighting it. Commercial traffic between the United States and Jamaica has become more closely surveilled in recent years, so smugglers have started bringing in the guns through Haiti, too, often in exchange for marijuana or even meat.
Criminal networks, like those in the scamming industry, also turn to straw buyers in the United States — people who purchase the guns legally and send them to Jamaica, either complicit, misled or uninterested in how they are used.
The Idaho man may have been a victim of the scammers himself. Officials say the swindlers appear to have pressured him into buying the weapons, promising to return his pilfered savings.
It was the Glock .45 that caught the attention of American and Jamaican authorities. Only three months after the Idaho man purchased it, the gun was already in Jamaica — and had killed Jeffrey Cato, a 39-year-old mentally ill man, on March 17, 2017.
Mr. Cato, a beloved figure in the community of Flankers, had no obvious enemies. He seemed to float in his own space, neighbors said, harmless and uninvolved.
On the day of his death, Mr. Cato was getting food for one of his children. The police never identified a motive, but believe he may have witnessed a murder.
“He had no gang connections whatsoever,” said one detective, speaking anonymously because the investigation was still open. “In my eight years working, there’s only a few cases that still stick with me. This is one of them.”
Last July, the gun was used again, to kill Nicholas Kerr, a quiet 41-year-old who lived in the basement of his mother’s home. He was shot at a corner store, buying a soda.
“We’ve always had enemies here,” said Mr. Kerr’s mother, withholding her name for fear of retribution. “But Nicholas?” she added. “He was peaceful.”
‘Every Day They Kill People’
Joviane Hall was D.J.-ing at a local bar near Clarendon at 11:30 p.m. on Oct. 6, 2017, when gunmen burst in without warning.
After robbing the bar and its patrons, they opened fire, hitting Mr. Hall, who died on the way to the hospital. Officials recognized the culprit, a weapon they had come to loathe: the Browning.
The murder was the beginning of a spree. Two days later, another shooting occurred at the Three Sisters Bar. At around 10:50 p.m., two friends, Clovis Cooke and Otis Gordon, were standing outside, drinking, when a car pulled up.
The shooter fired 21 shots and sped off. Investigators found yet another set of 9-millimeter fragments.
Every murder committed, every life taken, left a wound that never healed. Ten minutes from the Three Sisters Bar, which is now dormant and overgrown with dense foliage, Mr. Cooke’s parents live in their simple, vinyl-sided home off the side of the highway.
His father, recovering from cataract surgery, plodded around in the dark, searching for overdue bills in the drift of papers on the small dining table.
He wept at the mention of his son, 33, who used to pay the bills and help out around the house. Married at 15, his parents grew up raising him. But time had inverted their roles, and now, without him, they were nearly destitute.
“I think about him everyday,” he said. “Every day they kill people,” he said, “and every day we grieve about it.”
The same void haunted the home where Jody Ann Harvey was killed less than two months after Mr. Cooke, in what some believe was a case of mistaken identity.
Gunmen charged into her one-room shack, kicking open the door and firing on Ms. Harvey and her daughter as they slept in the small bed they shared. Ms. Harvey covered the girl with her body, taking six 9-millimeter rounds in the hail of gunfire. Her daughter survived.
Last spring, the home still sat abandoned in a thicket of trees, its wooden stairwell rotting, its blue and green paint blistered. Ashley Wilson, Ms. Harvey’s sister, had come by — to visit, to fill the single room with memories. To mourn.
“I just miss her, I guess,” she said, swinging the rickety door open. “I go inside, into her room, where it happened. It brings back a lot of memories. I’ll look at pictures of her, listen to music we liked, talk to her daughter. This is how it goes.”
The deadly run of the Browning ended, in some ways, the way it began.
Joy Commock, the girlfriend of the Gaza gang’s leader — the person who had been shot by mistake and survived, starting the cycle of revenge that first set the handgun loose on Jamaica — was killed on Jan. 21, 2018.
The casings matched the earlier crimes: The gun killed Ms. Commock as well, officials say.
She was home alone with her daughter when she heard a noise, the police say. It was just after midnight and the smell of smoke filled the air.
She raced outside and found a fire burning in her front yard. She knelt to extinguish the flames, and was shot multiple times by an assailant hiding in the shadows.
Her daughter, one of three, hid inside. When the girl emerged, her mother was dead, lying face down in the yard.
“She was the sole breadwinner,” said Ms. Commock’s sister, Lotoya Evans. “They were her life.”
“They expect you to forget about it, but when you lose somebody, you don’t just get up and act normal,” she added, holding her own daughter tight.
By early 2018, the authorities were still no closer to finding the gun. They knew its caliber, and even the conflict the gun was caught in. But while Mr. Daley, the enforcer known as Hawk Eye, was still alive, no witnesses dared to testify.
At around 11 p.m. on April 28, an off-duty policeman was having a drink at a local bar in Clarendon when two men showed up to rob it. One of them was Mr. Daley, who flashed the Browning at patrons and demanded money. The officer drew on the two men and announced himself, officials say.
Mr. Daley turned and fired, but the policeman had the drop on both men, killing Mr. Daley on the spot.
And like that, the gun was off the streets.
Witnesses came forward to link Mr. Daley to other shootings, officials say, and the police later asked the A.T.F. to run a trace on his weapon.
It led all the way to North Carolina, to a time before Mr. Daley was even born.
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No Bastard Ever Won a War by Dying for His Country
Over the past year I've gotten a lot of asks about Jon and what I think is going on with him. During that time I've also managed to calm down about the inconsistent number of redshirts during the Wight Hunt. Yes, I remember that this was a thing that happened, along with a bunch of other dei ex machina, like Cersei's brilliant strategies for everything, Jon's repeated, increasingly dumb survivals and the whole Winterfell plot.
But calming down about them meant that I could think about Game of Thrones again in a manner that kind of naively assumes that the work is coherent . That 2+2=4, not 5, or orange, or a tiger. And this is what I think is going on with Jon and why it is so crucial to the whole work.
George R.R. Martin once said that A Song of Ice and Fire is supposed to have a bittersweet ending. Now that phrase covers a lot of ground. A bittersweet ending might be just ASOIAF's Scouring of the Shire (which at this stage is assured) and a few good guys passing into the Great Beyond (also nearly certain) – which would be a copy of Lord of the Rings.
A bittersweet ending might also be Davos, Brienne and Sam emerging alone from the rubble like the unhappy winners of a Battle Royale. A few good guys surviving would technically make the ending not a complete downer and thus "bittersweet".
However, a more nuanced look at a bittersweet ending should look beyond mere survival and destruction but at an ending that irrevocably changes the characters and how and what we think of them.
An issue that strikes readers as unrealistic about Lord of the Rings is that a lot of its human and hobbit-y heroes move on from the events of the story into psychologically very ordinary, uncomplicated lives that they would have lead even without the events of the story. Sam, Merry, Pippin's (and to a lesser degree Faramir, Aragorn and Eowyn's) easy passing into normalcy feels vaguely hollow.
If GRRM really plans to have a realistic take on Lord of the Rings and its "bittersweet" ending (and with his complaints about Aragorn's tax policy it appears that this is a crucial element of ASOIAF), then obviously he is going to continue what he has been doing all along and create an interplay between narrative events and characterization. Take Arya, for example. In the early parts of AGoT she would have not wanted to become a Faceless Man – for obvious reasons. But Arya from a few books later, after events have matured and traumatized her, wants to become one. And that choice will again impact her characterization and that will in turn impact future events.
It is logical that this interplay will continue right up until the end. So speculation has to take into account that these characters are dynamic and can be pushed by events into new directions. And not just "can" – but will be.
The question is not who will be alive to experience the Scoured Shire but who they will be at this point. And that change shouldn't just be cosmetic or physical, it needs to be psychological, visible, noticeable and profound. We shouldn't get an Aragorn who just walks into a kingship after a two battles, marries the cute elf girl and then doesn't have a tax plan.
And obviously, I am not talking about Gilly. I am very much talking about ASOIAF's Aragorn. I am talking about Jon.
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Now here is a hypothetical scenario for Season 8: Jon with the help of Dany and her dragons (and, to paraphrase Roger Ebert, the usual stock characters who fight every fictional war for us, even those in space), fight the White Walkers, win, then fight Cersei, then win (the order of this is might be reversed) and then Jon's revealed to be true heir and has to rebuild Westeros.
How does any of this really change and mature Jon as a character? How does being right about everything (the White Walkers being the real threat), then leading a righteous force to victory over evil make him a realistic take on Aragorn?
It doesn't.
What Jon needs after five books and seven season of making serviceable to great, sensible, ethical, right strategic choices (with admittedly a number of great tactical errors in between) is being wrong. And not just being wrong about failing to communicate to his sworn brothers what his strategy is, not just wrong about going on that Wight Hunt, not just wrong to send Sam away, not just lightly ethically challenged for exchanging a pair of babies against one mother's will or misleading his love interest on his commitment to her political cause... but wrong in a truly profound way that the audience cannot blame on stupidity or short-sightedness.
I admit that calling it "wrong" or even "profoundly wrong" is a bit of misnomer. What I am trying to get at is the character going into a direction where the audience cannot and should not easily follow. Those actions would be too alien as might be their rationalizations. These actions should strike the audience as questionable, reprehensible, immoral, unethical, or dishonorable.
A perhaps too perfect example of such an action is Cersei firing up the Sept. It's mass murder and it's intended by her to be mass murder. If anyone in the audience found it not reprehensible and immoral, I would have some questions for these people.
But Cersei firing up the Sept was a success. Her survival was at stake - and she survived. Before her kingdom was full of powerful enemies and afterwards it wasn't. And she even snatched the Iron Throne afterwards despite having no royal Targaryen or Baratheon ancestry.
In realpolitik terms, Cersei made the "right" choice. All other choices would have lead to her death. The first rule of anything is that you cannot do anything if you're dead.
And frankly, that's a lesson Jon desperately needs to learn. His twice-tried strategy of rushing alone against an army of his enemies is idiotic. It might be honorable for a war leader to be the first person on the battlefield but it's not a winning war strategy.
It's not a nice thing to say, but it's necessary for a war time general or commander to be willing to have other people die for him and his goal. And not just for him but in front of him, literally shielding him. An army commander who isn't willing to ensure his own survival, is gambling with such terrible odds that he has already lost the war.
Cersei's strategy of killing her enemies instead of allowing herself to be killed is profoundly wrong, immoral and yet Jon needs understand that when mankind's survival are at stake an immoral action like that might be a necessary choice.
His attempt to drown in an ice lake alone is a sign that at this point he hasn't understood the necessity of being alive to lead a war at all. As George S. Patton put it: "no poor bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb son-of-a-bitching bastard die for his country."
Out of all our main protagonists, Jon has never been willing to play as dirty as it should be necessary for an apocalyptic fight such as his. Unlike Sansa's willingness to go along with Littlefinger's nefarious plans for her cousin in the Vale, Arya's willingness to kill potentially innocent people for the Faceless Men, Tyrion raping a prostitute and killing Shae, the torture of innocents during Dany’s Slavers’s Bay arc, Bran warging Hodor... Jon has nothing in his arc that is as dark, dishonorable or questionable as these things. Jon appears to be a character class apart, like the hero of a more classic fantasy epic.
Is this because Jon's so special that his arc is a whole different genre or is this because he hasn't leveled up in realpolitik yet?
Or is there perhaps even a third option to deal with his relative over-the-top good guy characterization?
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You know, when it comes to stories about morality like Game of Thrones a crucial factor for their success is not just the quality of the good guys but also the quality of the villains.
And what makes a compelling villain?
IMO, they hit more than one of these characteristics:
1. They are well-rounded, fully realized characters, drawn with the same care as the heroes.
2. They are able to win against the good guys. They are not a cardboard that will be blown over once the heroes wave a magic stick or sword around.
3. Their evil deeds get an emotional reaction out of the audience. (Most audiences tend to have a vague discomfort with CGI mass carnage while reacting to a well-executed scene of high school bullying with actual empathy or even horror.)
4. Their motivations are understandable, perhaps even sympathetic. At best they are a well-intentioned extremist, utilitarianism gone wrong, rather than setting stuff on fire because their mom was mean to them once.
Now looking at this list, it becomes obvious that GOT has a problem with its current crop of villains. Any of the three that are left (Cersei, the Night King, Euron) could be the Final Boss – to use a video game term. But none of them are very compelling villains. Two of them are inhuman monsters. To call their characterization shallow would be an insult to puddles.
And Cersei, the only one with a decent characterization (and some past Mean Girls bullying sins of her own) suffers from being incredibly stupid in the books, having a prophecy running against her and stealing Aegon from Essos' story in the show. In other words, Cersei's chances of success and survival and actually making it this far in the books are as good as that of a snowflake on a hot summer's day. One suspects that she is a show-only final-ish villain, so if one looks for GRRM’s final-ish villains, they would not find Cersei.
Talking about chances of success – the Night King isn’t winning this either. Because then ASOIAF would reveal itself to be a nihilistic mess in which all the human storylines were nothing but shaggydog stories. So the Night King is bound to melt in the summer sun along with Cersei. There is little question about it. And is Euron "was he even mentioned in the first book?" Greyjoy really going to win the Iron Throne in the end? Is anyone taking this possibility seriously?
And what are their motivations? Ambition, being evil and being anti-human. None of them are particularly sympathetic.
In one word, GOT's current crop of villains is not particularly exciting – especially if you compare them with some of the villains that came before them. And if one of these three is the Final Boss, he or she is gonna be lame.
But a lame Final Boss is actually a great tradition in the genre. In Lord of the Rings Sauron appears to be literally two-dimensional and about as interesting as a character. (Gollum gets to be the well-written villain and he is doing very little damage to the world at large.) Voldemort in Harry Potter is completely outshone as the most despised, scary villain of the series by the one-book-wonder Dolores Umbridge who excels at committing low-key evil deeds that make every reader/viewer wince in sympathy. The Emperor in the original Star Wars trilogy is... there and then dead and has fewer fans than a one-line bounty hunter. And the same fans that endlessly shout "Han shot first", don't even appear to care that he got a complete face replacement in the Special Editions. And if there is one consistent complaint about the Marvel Cinematic Universe, it's that its villains tend to be boring and forgettable. Yet they're lame and forgettable to the tune of billions of box office dollars.
So a lame Final Boss for the heroes to fight... that is indeed a thing. And that might be just the thing GOT/ASOIAF is doing. This is what we have to seriously consider. We are likely to get a MCU villain... you know on the level of Ronan the Destroyer or Malekith, the Dark Elf. And you probably need to google in which movies those two turned up.
That would be a terrible let down.
Or maybe it's not actually that terrible of a thing? Because if our final boss and villain is not Cersei, the Night King, or Euron, it's a good guy gone bad. Someone who is currently fighting on the side of the living before becoming someone who needs to be fought.
It's possible that this is in the cards. After "Ozymandias", the penultimate episode of Breaking Bad, aired, GRRM wrote on his blog that "Walter White is a bigger monster than anyone in Westeros, I need to do something about that."
The thing is that White appeared to start out as a sympathetic if flawed hero you were rooting for even as he was making meth. What made White monstrous is not doing depraved psycho shit beyond comprehension (like nailing a living, pregnant woman to a ship like Euron Greyjoy) but that he appears to evolve into this monster before the audience's eyes.
Breaking Bad tricks the audience into liking a character for much longer than he ever deserved and that becomes crystal clear in that penultimate episode. If GRRM wants a monster like White he can't use his old, repetitive trick of making a one-dimensional psychopath do depraved stuff. He has to logically progress a character we root for into a monster.
(Of course, GRRM might also not be able to pull it off, however much he wants to. It could be that he has not prepared the ground to make a main character go Walter White and thus it will always fall short of Breaking Bad's accomplishment. Sure, Greyworm or Dolorous Edd could become evil and monstrous but even GRRM should know that's not quite the same as making your main protagonist evil.
I might also be wrong on GRRM understanding what makes Walter White feel so monstrous. The first big sign that White took the road down to hell is not an act of murder or sadism but simply not helping someone who is choking to death. His monstrosity is based in a three-dimensional characterization, not in particularly outrageous acts of evil. He is monstrous because he used to be likable. If GRRM doesn't see that, he might actually think that one-dimensional psychopath Euron nailing his pregnant girlfriend to a ship is nailing the same kind of monstrosity.
He also could be talking about a plot point we now know about but that he has not published yet – like Stannis burning Shireen. So one should be careful looking for ASOIAF's Walter White.)
Interestingly enough, the trick Breaking Bad is pulling is quite old. White isn't making meth by chance, it was the worst thing his creator could think of besides him becoming an arms dealer. The twist of Breaking Bad's "Ozymandias" is actually not that White becomes bad but that he has always been bad. You'll find a similar character in Humbert Humbert in Nabokov's Lolita where his monstrosity is barely a plot twist and even Milton's Paradise Lost where it's none at all. (The trope of the protagonist being a piece of shit throughout the whole story usually goes down as "villain protagonist" and the list of stories containing one is pretty expansive.) But the plot twist of a surprise villain protagonist is such an old one that Aesop already codified it in his fable "The Farmer and the Viper" around 600 B.C. (Farmer helps harmless looking viper, then viper bites him because it's a viper. And has been a viper all along. Duh.)
Now if Dany, for example, turned into a villain then she would fall squarely into villain protagonist territory. But the fun thing is that doesn't mean that she is already one. The viper is not a villain until Aesop has it biting the farmer. If Dany decides to slaughter her future subjects by the thousands just so she can have the Iron Throne (and this is portrayed as despicable) then this will be in line with the Dany from the first season/AGoT who wanted the Dothraki to wage their type of warfare (pillaging, raping, enslaving, killing) onto thousands of her future subjects, so she could have the Iron Throne. But that doesn't mean that Dany will cross this particular moral event horizon.
Whether Dany will turn out to be a villain protagonist is not a question of foreshadowing. It's a question whether the authorial intent will will it into existence. The viper is a poisonous snake but if the author hasn't it biting the farmer, that poison doesn't matter at all.
Now Dany is a well-rounded character (same as Cersei) and might be difficult to defeat but her most likely, hypothetical, evil deed (mass carnage via dragon) is not particularly compelling and neither is ambition as her motivation. Villainous Dany is about as compelling as Cersei. Keeping Cersei for so long when there is Villainous Dany in the wings strikes me as a weak narrative choice: “Meet your new villain, same as the old villain...” The difference would be the element of surprise but that's a paltry surprise, especially since Villainous Dany was supposed to be The Big Plot Twist.
Honestly, Dany as the mass-carnage causing, ambitious type of villain is a low-hanging fruit. Call me edgy, but it's just nowhere near "Ozymandias". It's Boromir getting seduced by the Ring.
And there are not a lot of precedents for that storyline in ASOIAF. You know the story of a good guy gone beyond redemption evil. There is Theon, whose ambition, jealousy and insecurity drove him into sacking Winterfell and killing two children – but even he turned out to be not to be beyond redemption. There is Catelyn, but she goes crazy and becomes a zombie, so it's hard to compare.
But there is, of course, the most compelling, interesting and meaningful character arc of a good guy gone bad: Stannis Baratheon. But he isn’t a good precedent for a mass-carnage causing, ambitious type of villain.
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You see, Stannis starts out as not exactly the most sympathetic character: he burns people and places of worship, he is a religious nut, he has his brother killed. But after getting defeating at the Battle of Blackwater, his arc does a 180. He gets the call from the North to save the realm, and out of all of the five Kings involved in the war of the same name, he is the only one he realizes that in order to "win the realm, you have to save the realm."
That isn't a coincidence. Stannis is also the only king who fights for a higher purpose. Joffrey, Balon, Robb, and Renly just fight for power (be it the power over all of Westeros or the power that lies in independence). Stannis is fighting not just for power but also for his religion, for his one true god; he is fighting a crusade. That out of all the kings, the king who believes that his religion will save Westeros ends up wanting to save it from a supernatural threat is not a coincidence. One thing clearly causes the other.
And once he makes this choice, Stannis, the Mannis (as he was lovingly called by his fans once upon a time) always fights the bad guys, he fights for the living. Of course, he doesn't stop being a religious nut, he doesn't stop burning people, he is inflexible in his beliefs, he still thinks he is the chosen one, he is Azor Ahai, he is the One True King, he belongs on the Iron Throne. But he is also the man who executes soldiers of his army who rape. He has good sides. But what weighs so heavily in his favor is that out of all the people in power in Westeros, he is fighting the bad guys.
And that matters – until it doesn't when Stannis strikes out to fight the Boltons. The Boltons are special because they are despicable without exceptions. Even the Freys have Robb's squire in their midst to have that one decent family member/bannerman that all of Westeros' notable houses appear to have. All but the Boltons anyway. There is not a good or decent living Bolton. They are the literal worst Westeros has to offer.
And yet, Stannis manages to cross a moral event horizon that makes everyone forget that he is doing it to fight the Worst. And that moral event horizon is not the sacking of a city, the killing of hundred of thousands. He is not extinguishing a house or a people. He manages it, doing something every single GOT character could do right now (save for little Sam.) He kills a single person.
And he doesn't come back from that. Like a proper Ozymandias, his hubris, his pretension to predestined, prophecied greatness is followed by his inevitable decline. Killing Shireen has Stannis losing his real world fans and his in-story followers, his wife, his fight, his priestess, his army, his purpose and consequently his life. He proves very quickly that not all ends justify all means. He is the living embodiment of the Friedrich Nietzsche quotation that "those who fight monsters should take care that in the process they do not become monsters themselves."
Stannis' final turn into villainy is actually paralleled by something another character does in ASOIAF. Except he is not a character we meet; he is a story-within-a-story; a legend, a prophecy or both. He is who Stannis thought he was: he is Azor Ahai.
And Azor Ahai absolutely does what Stannis did to turn into a villain, a monster: he murders... sacrifices an innocent to forge Lightbringer to end the Long Night. The way the story gets told makes that murder necessary, but Azor Ahai as the hero and winner of the Long Night gets to tell that story, gets to tell history his way. It's a legend and of course Azor Ahai is its hero. But remember the first person who claimed that "only death can pay for life" was a liar who wanted to make sure that "The Stallion Who Mounts the World" died in the womb. (The second was Melisandre who tends to be wrong on a lot of things and whose track record on human sacrifice is abysmal.)
So there is absolutely a chance that Nissa Nissa's death was as necessary as Shireen's. We won't get the opportunity to fact-check the legend, the ancient history. But if it's a prophecy we might see its reality.
Of course, if GOT really goes the way of making a good guy go bad, then they can do this the middling way, the mediocre way. Theon's Sack of Winterfell Redux or Catelyn's descent into madness and murder. Or by making Dany a villain protagonist who is basically just another Cersei with dragons. And despite not quite measuring up to Stannis' dark turn – ambition, grief, fear, insecurity, jealousy, vanity, or disappointment leading to mass carnage delivered onto a hundred-thousand computer-generated extras is still more interesting than the Night King Sauron with his ice dragon.
But the reality is that we don't care about the 100,000 inhabitants of King's Landing. We will cry over a single Hot Pie before ever giving a fuck about a massive number of fictional people without any characteristics. Mass carnage is easy to oppose morally because it's something we oppose in real life but emotionally there is no difference between 10 fictional people or a billion fictional people – if they are simply there to be nameless, featureless cannon fodder. The ability to cause mass carnage doesn't make you the most emotionally effective villain by default. Quite the opposite.
If Bran were to warg a dragon and set King's Landing on fire, we would get that this whole Three-Eyed Raven thing didn't work out well for his ethics and be, like, "okay". If Bran set fire to Arya, he would immediately become the most hated character ever on GOT. (And that isn't an exaggeration for effect). And any good intentions regarding defeating evil would matter as much as the fight against the Boltons did once Shireen started screaming.
I would like to add that Stannis died pretty much immediately after killing Shireen, blown over like a cardboard once Brienne showed up. But who would defeat or want to defeat a Stannis, an Azor Ahai who succeeded at ending the Long Night?
The ultimate story subversion when it comes to the classic "good vs. evil" plot is that the bad guy wins.
And wouldn't that be something if it was surprise villain protagonist? We get someone winning that we would have been okay with winning until they turned into GOT's least liked character? Wouldn't that be bittersweet? Getting who you were okay with, perhaps even wanted on the Iron Throne, who might even know which is the right tax plan and what to do with baby orcs... except they suck now?
Now who could that true Azor Ahai possibly be?
Is there someone who has been fighting monsters longer than anyone else has? Who has been so corrupted by that fight that he has tried and sacrificed already everything he could and had to defeat them? A man on quasi-religious crusade? A man who has the sort of righteous hubris and single-minded focus on the White Walkers that makes him often deaf to good advice? Who who has already laid down his life for a chance... and even a "no-chance-at-all-now-let-me-drown-in-an-ice-lake" at defeating the Night King? Is this possibly the same guy who we think is going to be crucial to the defeat of the White Walkers? The one who has the perfect bloodline to claim the Iron Throne in the end? The one who is shown to Melisandre when she looks for her prophecied chosen one in the fire? The one who appears to be the straight hero of the story, the Luke Skywalker, the only major character where pulling a Stannis would actually shock us? The one who has never been "profoundly wrong"?
I am not saying, we are getting "Aegon, the Worst of His Name". I am saying that if I wanted to create a villain who subverts all expectations while fulfilling them, a villain who is truly compelling and whose turn emotionally wrecks the audience, I would not make it happen by having Daenerys or Bran roast King's Landing. I simply would choose a more likable and successful version of Stannis and have him doing something terrible, wrongfully believing it's the right thing to do.
Now theoretically this could be anyone but little Sam. And regardless of that character's identity, they would be a great, compelling villain. Practically though, the best candidate for going off that particular deep end is not some random second tier character. And it's not Daenerys "What Even Are White Walkers?" or Bran "I'm a robotic, omniscient plot device now the Three-Eyed Raven now" Stark either.
It's Jon.
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There is an issue with this though. Stannis murdering a family member/sacrificing a child for their royal blood to win a battle was simply a continuation of Stannis' previous actions. Stannis had no issue with his wife's uncle being burned as a sacrifice to R'hllor, had his brother murdered to win a battle, and attempted to have his underage nephew (Edric Storm in the books, Gendry in the show) sacrificed for his royal blood.
Killing Shireen is Stannis taking this to its logical extreme. Everything he does is simply something he has done before. Except this time the audience isn't given an out: Shireen doesn't escape like Edric/Gendry, we care for her (unlike Alester Florent) and she isn't Stannis' opponent in battle (Renly).
What Stannis is doing, is not surprising or entirely unprecedented. It is ultimately just a darker twist on something he has done before. Which is weird because you would think that something that crosses a moral event horizon would be a real departure from his previous actions. But it's not and that is really crucial if we want to discuss Stannis 2.0.
If a good character goes bad then having them simply do something they've done before – except this time it's just too much – makes sense. Just like the road to hell is paved with good intentions, escalating villainy should be a slippery slope of ever indefensible bad deeds.
And this is why it makes no sense to look at Jon and wonder who he is going to burn at the stake for R'hllor – because he won't. What he would do to incur the audience's disdain needs to be something he has kind of done before. And that he has done on the show before, because it stands to reason that the show would want to keep its foreshadowing. (Hence Gendry's slightly pointless kidnapping by Melisandre in the show.)
So the the baby swap is out since it didn't happen on the show. Breaking a vow is a bit too generic and on its lonesome will not evoke any emotional reaction. And making high-handed, impulsive decisions that end up with terrible consequences has been already done with Jon making a series of high-handed, badly thought through decisions that netted the Night King a dragon and destroyed the Wall and yet netted Jon no audience disdain at all. So probably not that one either.
That leaves his relationship with Ygritte. In the books, we only see this relationship from Jon's point of view with all his justifications and inner struggles and his self-knowledge that while he lies about his allegiance to the Wildlings' cause, his feelings for Ygritte are real.
Now if one imagines that relationship from Ygritte's point of view (as she is in the books), Jon would come out of that as a supreme douchebag. He lead her on, lied to her, pretended to have feelings for her, then left her, publicly humiliated her and finally participated in a battle with her on the other side. Jon doesn't kill her but he is willing to do so by fighting her.
Now a real neutral point of view that doesn't vilify Ygritte to prop up Jon as a cool dude (as the show has done with her allying herself with cannibals and the village massacre), would be more of a wash, ethically speaking. Jon lies to Ygritte but his life is at stake and it wasn't even his own idea in the first place. There are consent issues with their relationship and Ygritte is as willing to kill Jon when she participates in that battle as it's the case the other way around.
But then Stannis wasn't that unjustified to go after Renly who was willing to fight and kill him in battle after all. Killing Renly nearly rates as self-defense. And Edric Storm got away. The question is not how horrible Jon's actions towards Ygritte were. But rather what the escalation of that sort of overall action would be like.
Now due to time constraints the only relationship where Jon could pull an escalated "Ygritte" is his relationship with Daenerys. And here I am kind of puzzled by the discourse around the idea. Because as passionately as people argue about it, they actually agree quite fundamentally: that Jon is doing it/not doing because he is the quintessential good guy.
That he either betrays his lover or the plutocratic will of his nation is disregarded as some sort of higher purpose collateral that doesn't at all reflect on his moral character.
But isn't Occam's Razor to the question of how a "good guy" manages to betray either lover or nation simply to question the "good guy" part?
But let's step back a bit. The theory that Jon is playing Dany proposes that Jon initiates this emotional manipulation because she wonders aloud about two things (while he wants her commitment on the fight against the White Walkers): 1. Her ability to achieve her overall strategic goal of winning the Iron Throne 2. What happens to her rear if she pulls all of her forces north.
Now, Jon never actually answers any of these questions (or any questions on how to get the Northern Lords to remain loyal to him and Dany) and that is a bit problematic. Because the second question of what happens in a war if you leave one side open to your enemies is an enormously important one.
What Jon appears to do, is rely on a truism about the North: that it cannot be conquered in Winter (and Winter is here.)
*beleaguered sigh*
This truism exists in our world about two countries. One is considered unconquerable in Winter, the other unconquerable in general. And while these truisms have held true for few centuries now, the reality is that attempts to conquer them have devastated both countries on more than one occasion to the sound of millions of dead inhabitants and bombing it to the bottom of the HDI.
If Jon relies on Winter to protect him and his allies from Cersei, he is an idiot. If Cersei attacks the unprotected North from the South, his ability to fight the White Walkers will be profoundly diminished even if Cersei fails at conquering the North itself. Dany is right to ask this question and he is wrong to ignore it.
And if that theory pans out and Jon took these strategic, legitimate concerns as a sign that he needs to loverboy it up instead of thinking how to protect the North from the South, then that's next level mansplaining.
But forget that point for a bit and go back to the situation in which Jon supposedly initiates it. He is recovering after the Wight Hunt and Dany swears to avenge her dragon while musing on her overall strategy of winning Westeros. And while Jon isn't in good shape, he is not in mortal danger. Not in general, not specifically by Dany. She is letting her hair down and she's pledging her support to his cause.
Jon's life is not the least on the line and the question whether Dany would or would not have pulled out of the war against the White Walkers if Jon hadn't started flirting with her in that moment is an unanswerable hypothetical. No matter how you slice or dice it, it's not certain at all (not to the audience, not to Jon) that she would have pulled out.
So Jon had three choices in this moment: not initiate a romantic relationship with Dany, initiate a romantic relationship out of genuine feeling, initiate a romantic relationship to manipulate her.
None of these choices would spell certain doom. It's not at all like the relationship with Ygritte, where not going along with it would have blown his cover and cost his life. It's also distinct from that situation insofar as he didn't choose to go undercover with the Wildlings in the first place but was commanded into the situation by his superior officer.
If Jon initiated the relationship to manipulate Dany, he chose to do this voluntarily without true necessity. It's, in fact, as necessary as Littlefinger manipulating Lysa into intrigue, murder and ill-fated marriage was. Of course, without that manipulation Littlefinger would have never advanced at court and become Master of the Coin, Lord of Harrenhall and Sweetrobin's guardian. But none of these things were necessary to grant his survival at any time.
The key difference between Jon and Littlefinger is that Jon allies himself with Dany to ensure mankind's survival instead of personal gain. But on the balance, another difference between Littlefinger and Jon's situation is that the romantic relationship wasn't necessary to ensure Dany's support. In fact, even the idea that Dany's concerns are sign of her wavering in her commitment is a minority if not fringe opinion among GOT's audience.
And that makes the idea of Jon manipulating Dany very unpalatable. The lack of necessity makes him a Littlefinger, rather than a Robb or a Ned or even the Jon who lied to Ygritte. And audiences prefer to see their heroes as honorable fools rather than manipulative, emotionally abusive jerks.
Because there is the heart of the problem. If Jon is truly manipulating Dany, he is an emotionally abusive jerk. He is profoundly wrong. He is the guy that your BFF has warned you about. "He is just using you for [something.]"
And that hits home in a way shadowbabies and Frey Pies and Qyburn doesn't. We don't know any necromancers who vivisect people. But we know the kind of jerk that Jon would be. It's not theoretical, it's something we know and because of that will not appreciate.
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But while this absolutely checks off “make the evil deed painful to the audience” point in the “compelling villain” check list, it’s still nowhere near as ethically questionable as Stannis burning Shireen.
But Jon's Ygritte storyline doesn't end with him duping, betraying and leaving her. It ends with her getting killed. And not just killed, but killed in battle against Jon and his brothers. While Jon is not directly responsible for her death – he neither instigated nor executed the killing – he was willing to risk that his actions would kill her in that battle. The goal of a battle is to win and to use the Patton quote from above "make the other bastard die for his country." Of course, Jon acted in self-defense, Ygritte was fighting that battle against him and the NW voluntarily, fully willing, ready and able to kill him.
But then, to go back to Stannis, Stannis was also just acting in self-defense when he send the shadowbaby assassin to kill Renly. Renly had the superior force and showed himself fully willing, ready and able to kill Stannis in battle. The question whether Stannis' assassination of Renly is justified is a digression too far because that is not the point. The point is that Jon and Stannis got some person killed who was really close to them (brother, lover) and that was kind of, maybe, perhaps justified self-defense. You can argue for it in both cases.
However, as I mentioned before, Stannis' ultimate escalation of Renly's murder is killing Shireen. There is no maybe, perhaps, kind of, about the lack of justification for it. Stannis did not act in self-defense, Stannis was not provoked. The true necessity was also absent... although the proof for that is just hindsight. The sacrifice was supposed to save Stannis and his army. It did not. Thus it was never necessary. The whole thing is just wholly indefensible.
Now would an escalation of Jon's Ygritte storyline limit itself to the affair and betrayal or would it go all the way down to that self-defensive arrow that Jon wasn't directly responsible for? Except for a Stannis-like escalation that arrow could not be self-defensive, it would have to be undeserved, unjustified, unnecessary and Jon's responsibility.
The audience doesn't even have to like Dany at that point. That would be just crossing all moral event horizons, turning Jon into a villain and serving a "King Arthur Aragorn Jon Snow is the final villain" plot twist that makes R+L=J look like child's play in comparison. It would be truly an epic twist, ending up in the plot twist pantheon next to "Bruce is a ghost" and "Soylent Green".
However, I don't think this is gonna happen. A villain protagonist on that level would have been foreshadowed much, much more, both in the books and the show. "The villain wins" is also really nihilistic and ends up on a quite bitter note with very little sweetness. Davos, Brienne and Sam emerging alone from the rubble would be a more positive and happier ending. It's also the sort of plot twist you think of five books and seven TV seasons later (too late), not when you conceive the story.
So what will happen to Jon instead if he doesn't become a villain?
There are really only two options: his characterization remains in a class of its own and he remains the only truly good guy protagonist or he takes a level in realpolitik and starts to play as dirty as necessary in whatever way. Not quite Jon, the villain but Jon the ethically challenged, Jon the Utilitarian.
(By the way, I am not saying that he has to play dirty with specific characters to qualify, just that that he has to play dirty somehow. In fact, playing dirty with certain characters might evoke a negative, emotional audience reaction that is not in proportion to the ethics violation it presents and thus the whole Utilitarianism bit might accidentally devolve into perceived villainy.)
The really fascinating bit about this is that Jon's characterization will define ASOIAF quite significantly. Jon is so crucial to the story's most fundamental conflict, that even if you discard the idea that he is The Protagonist, you would still have to agree that he is one of the most important protagonists. His characterization will contribute and lead to the resolution of that conflict. If he resolves it by playing dirty, the moral of the story will quite different than it is if he resolves it by always taking the heroic, high road.
And it's not just the moral of the story. Once the story decides to land on "Jon, the moral" or "Jon, the Utilitarian", the question whether we are consuming "Lord of the Rings with boobs" or a true deconstruction of Lord of the Rings will answer itself. And that will reflect on more than just Jon's storyline. If Jon stays heroic, Night King Sauron, our final, two-dimensional villain and other neat and flat resolutions become much more likely.
As such I would argue that the Jon’s characterization will define how good ASOIAF's famed realism truly is, what ideals it propagates, and what kind of story ASOIAF is.
I honestly can't predict how this will play out. But I remember that Ned and the Red Wedding promised a deconstruction of the genre, an acknowledgement that taking the high road constantly can be a dead end in real life. Jon not needing to be smarter than them in the end would break that promise.
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Thanksgiving 2018
For as long as any of us can recall, American Jews have celebrated Thanksgiving out of a deep sense of gratitude to God for any number of different things that define our lives in this place: the great prosperity of this land in which we share; the security provided for us and for all by our matchless and supremely powerful military; the freedoms guaranteed to all by a Bill of Rights that basically defines the American ethos in terms of the autonomy of the individual; the specific kind of participatory democracy that grants each of us a voice to raise and a ballot to cast; the freedom to embrace a minority faith—or any faith—without fear, reticence, or nervousness about what others may or may not think; and the inner satisfaction that comes from being part of a nation that self-defines in terms of its mission to do good in the world and to combat tyranny, oppression, and demagoguery wherever such baleful things manage to take root among the peoples of the world.
None of any of the above strikes me as being anything other than fully true, yet I can’t stop reading op-ed pieces and blog postings that posit that things have somehow changed, that the world now is not as it even just recently was, that it is the past and all its glories that shine bright now rather than the unknown—and unknowable—future, and that every one of the reasons listed above for us American Jews to join our fellow citizens in feeling deeply grateful for our presence in this place could just as reasonably be deemed illusory as fully real. And I hear those sentiments, interestingly enough, coming from people on both ends of the political spectrum as well as from all those self-situated just to the right or left of center. Nor are American Jews alone in their ill ease: if there is one thing vast swaths of our American nation seem able to agree upon, it’s that the age of great leadership belongs to history and that it is thus our destiny for the foreseeable future to be led by people whose sole claim to serve as our nation’s leaders is that they somehow managed to get themselves elected to public office. No one seems to dispute the fact that this is not at all a healthy thing for the republic. But expressing regret is not at all the same thing as formulating a specific plan to address the situation as it has evolved to date.
To keep this creeping malaise from interfering in an untoward manner as we prepare to celebrate our nation’s best holiday, I suggest we take the long view.
Frederic E. Church was a nineteenth century man, born in 1826 when John Quincy Adams was in the White House and dead in the spring of 1900 as a new century dawned. He was also one of America’s greatest landscape painters, a member of the so-called Hudson River School and, in his day, one of the most celebrated artists alive. I mention him today, however, not to recall the larger impact of his oeuvre, but to tell you about one single one of his paintings, the one called “The Icebergs.”
As you can see, the picture (currently owned by the Dallas Museum of Art) is magnificent. But what made it famous in its day was specifically the way in which it was taken by many to capture the surge of self-confidence that characterized America’s sense of its own destiny at the end of the nineteenth century. One author, Jörn Münkner, characterized the painting’s appeal in this passage composed when the painting was put on exhibition at Georgetown University:
Frederik E. Church's "The Icebergs" pictured the Alpha and Omega of time and tide. It reflected the mid-19th century American world-view that was characterized by the belief in a “Manifest Destiny” according to which the United States…was the New Israel that had been prepared for by the divinity. 1861 saw the U.S. reigning from the Atlantic to the Pacific, from the Gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes. Nature was regarded as holy and science as sanctified. The belief in the American Garden Eden whose very fortunes were guided by the Creator emanated out of the scientifically correct “The Icebergs.” It was the display of the rare and intoxicating American amalgam of science, religion, and nationalism. The relationship of the actual and the real that was concealed in the painting revealed the idea/fact that scientific thinking in America was shaped by a deep religious faith. Providence guided the scholarly painter's hand.
I find those words somehow inspiring and chilling at the same time, but I see what the author means: even after all this time, the painting hasn’t really lost its ability to suggest the majesty of nature or its timelessness. I get a bit lost on my way from that thought to the notion of manifest destiny inspiring America’s nineteenth-century rise to greatness (and, yes, the whole America as the new Israel is beyond peculiar, as surely also is the fact that the artist was thinking so expansively about American destiny on the eve of what in 1861 would still have been unimaginable carnage), yet I really can see the strength, the power, and the sense of ineluctable kismet mirrored in the majestic icebergs in the picture…and so finding in them a symbol both of America’s uniqueness and of its remarkable destiny is not as big a stretch as I thought at first it would be.
But other nineteenth-century types saw different things in the image of these gigantic icebergs afloat in an endless sea.
Edward Bellamy, once one of America’s most famous authors, has been almost completely forgotten. Yet his 1888 book, Looking Backward, was the third most popular American novel of nineteenth century, exceeded in fiction sales only by Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Ben-Hur. An early utopian novel, the book tells the story of one Julian West, a young man from Boston who goes to bed one night in 1887 and somehow manages only to wake up from his sleep in the year 2000. Some of the author’s predictions are uncannily correct—he depicts West as enjoying the almost instant delivery of goods ordered without having to visit any actual stores—while other things West finds in 2000, like a universal retirement age of 45, have not turned out quite as the author imagined they might. But it is the author’s postscript to his own work I want to cite here, as he imagines America in the future and uses his own version of the iceberg symbol to express his dismay. Almost definitely thinking of Church’s painting and the expansive optimism it inspired, he wrote as follows:
As an iceberg, floating southward from the frozen North, is gradually undermined by warmer seas, and, become at least unstable, churns the sea to yeast for miles around by the mighty rockings that portend its overturn, so the barbaric industrial and social system, which has come down to us from savage antiquity, undermined by the modern humane spirit, riddled by the criticism of economic science, is shaking the world with convulsions that presage its collapse.
This line of thinking I also understand: for all it appears mighty and invincible as it rises from the sea, icebergs are, after all, just so much frozen water. They melt as they float into warmer waters than can sustain them, which may (or may not) dramatically affect the ocean into which they dissolve but cannot affect the iceberg itself once it disappears into the sea and is no more.
So one image and two distinct interpretations. Of course, both are right. An inert, uncomprehending iceberg was powerful enough to sink the most sophisticated ocean liner of its day in 1912. And the semi-famous iceberg rather prosaically named B-15, which broke away from Antarctica’s Ross Ice Shelf in 2000, is about to melt into the South Atlantic Ocean. At 3,200 square nautical miles, B-15 is larger than the island of Jamaica. Yet its doom was sealed not by weapons of mass destruction or acts of God, but by the sea’s slightly too-warm water. (To read more, click here.) From this we learn that strength and weakness are not as unrelated as their antithetical nature makes them at first appear. Indeed, they are each other’s twins…and from that thought I draw the lesson I wish to offer to my readers for Thanksgiving Day in the Age of Anxiety.
Our nation is currently divided down into people who see America’s great and mighty presence in the world pointing to a remarkable destiny framed by our nation’s ongoing commitment to the foundational principles upon which the republic was founded and still rests. Such people look at Church’s painting and are heartened by what they see because solid, powerful, majestic icebergs afloat in the sea remind them of our nation, its strong moral underpinnings, its commitment to (the American version of) tikkun olam, and its invincible military. This group includes members who vote red and who vote blue, but others see our nation coming apart at the seams, a country divided down into warring factions in which personal liberty is increasingly defined in terms of the sensitivities of the majority and in which justice is meted out entirely differently to people of different races and social strata. Such people look at Church’s painting and hear Bellamy’s warning that even giant icebergs that look stable and impregnable can be undermined by the gentle, unarmed presence of a warm current in the sea. Nothing lasts forever. Every Achilles has his heel. No garden thrives because it was once watered.
So who is right? I propose we give the last word to Bellamy himself, whose afterword to his own novel (which I am currently reading for the first time) closes with these words: “All thoughtful men agree,” he writes, “that the present aspect of society is portentous of great changes. The only question is whether they will be for the better or the worse. Those who believe in man’s essential nobleness lean to the former view, those who believe in his essential baseness to the latter. For my part, I hold to the former opinion. Looking Back was written in the belief that our Golden Age lies before us and not behind us, and is not far away. Our children will surely see it, and we too who are already men and women, if we deserve it by our faith and by our works.”
Despite it all, that’s what I think too! And I offer that thought—part prayer, part wish, part hope—to you all on this Thanksgiving Day, a day on which all Americans are united by the desire to recognize the good in ourselves and our nation, and to be grateful for the potential to do good in the world that derives directly from that noble sense of what it means to be an American.
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Did you see either of the Venom movies?
I did. I hated the concept so much I refused to watch the first one when it first came out. It was obviously a cash grab by Sony that wanted to profit off of Spider-Man without actually having him in.
After watching it, I saw it was just as messy as I thought it was gonna be. Generic story, boring romance, and a weird performance from Tom Hardy. The best part about it is they at least got Venom’s physicality and voice down, even if they kinda dumbed down the design since there’s clearly no tie in with Spider-Man to give him the emblem.
Watching the second one somehow felt like both a step up as well as a step down. I didn’t hate the back and forth between Eddie and Venom, but something about how they filtered Venom’s voice compared to first felt so…off. Carnage is such a neat villain, but feels wasted here. Giving a movie with Carnage, a mass murdering psychopath, a PG-13 rating where the majority of it is just a romance story is dumb. Which, side note, Anne said Eddie’s problem was commitment…despite the fact they were both set to marry in the first and Eddie’s scummy reporting ethics is what tarnished both his reputation and their relationship since that got her in trouble as well. Just felt weird to bring that up in this movie simply cause it’s partially a love story.
No idea where they’ll go with this character. I know they’re setting SOMETHING up with the symbiote in the MCU despite Eddie being transported back…but who knows, maybe that could lead to Mac Gargan’s run as Venom…but I kinda hope not lol. I just want Scorpion, dammit.
All in all, I don’t really care for the Venom movies as it’s still just a way for Sony to profit off Spider-Man characters, but I’d rather watch these two again than EVER watch Morbius. Cause 1. It’s clearly confused as to what it’s going to be and where it fits in these constructed universes, and 2. Jared Leto is a cunt.
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Attack on Titan Season 4 Episodes 14 and 15 Review
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Attack on Titan Season 4 Episode 14: Savagery
“You know what I hate the most in the world? People who aren’t free. They’re no more than cattle.”
”I wanted to talk with you guys…”
Those were the ominous words that Eren shared with his old comrades and new enemies at the end of Attack on Titan’s previous episode. This anime regularly features an exceptional amount of destruction courtesy of deadly powers and brutal battles, but this season’s development of Eren Jaeger is so substantial that seven words can be even more terrifying than dozens of strikes.
So, they talk. Nearly a third of this episode is talk as Eren calmly dresses down his best friends and every second of it is emotionally explosive. Floch takes over the Survey Corps with fellow Jaegerists and he talks to them to sway the masses and inspire a revolution. Zeke even talks to Levi in a manner that allows him to let down his guard enough that he’s temporarily able to make a play to escape. Attack on Titan is full of painful physical altercations, but “Savagery” is all about how the savage nature of words can hit harder than any Titan punch and sometimes be even harder to recover from.
Mikasa and Armin try to properly get inside Eren’s head and understand his recent actions, but he has absolutely no interest in justifying himself or explaining his actions like he’s a super villain in the third act of a story. Eren’s goal is very simple and rather than waste any time he systematically hits his friends with mind games where they’re left destabilized and vulnerable. Eren’s words are devastating, but his ice cold expression through the whole chat is just as alarming. He’s lost the Kruger outfit, but he’s even more unrecognizable.
Eren is absolutely ruthless when he flatly tells Mikasa that he’s always hated her and doesn’t flinch when her tears start to run. He knows better than anyone else how much this callousness will destroy Mikasa as well as how integral she’s been in his prolonged survival for all of these years. It’s heartbreaking to see Eren so thoroughly abandon the few remaining people that actually care about him as a person and don’t just view him as a means to an end or a weapon of destruction. He praises Zeke just as much as he insults Armin and Mikasa.
Armin and Mikasa are stunned through most of this and they have every right to be. A lot of time has passed offscreen, but it’s ridiculous to think that season three concludes with Eren and Armin excited about the future while they splash in the tide of the sea and now they’re decking each other out while they spill each other’s blood. It’s been a while since a conventional fistfight has come up in Attack on Titan and it hits even harder since it’s Eren and Armin.
There are clear parallels in the choreography of Eren’s beatdown on Armin that mirror the Attack Titan’s assault on the Armored and Jaw Titans. It’s a breaking point for this duo that have always had each other back and the audience is still left to question if Eren has truly fallen for Zeke or if there are still other levels of deception present here where this behavior is a mask for something bolder.
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Every second that passes in this conversation there’s another grain of the old Eren that falls through the hourglass and he’s less recognizable from the moment before. Every word bites and it’s even more gutting when Mikasa instinctively defends Eren and attacks Armin over the situation like she’s some brainwashed partner in a toxic relationship (and in many ways, she is). Mikasa is still compelled to help Eren, even after all of this and she’d probably even go down smiling and thank Eren if he just snapped and decided to eat her. Some of this has to do with the chilling information that Eren reveals about the nature of the Ackermans and how Mikasa is basically imprinted to him on some degree, but even without this inherent connection it still feels like Mikasa would selflessly be by Eren’s side and hope for the best.
Another component of Eren’s plan plays out elsewhere with Hange, Floch, and the new trainees in the Survey Corps. Floch is able to so swiftly influence these recruits and poison the well, which makes for a frightening extrapolation of the Jaegerists’ previous terrorism. So many honorable characters have fallen over the past episodes, but it stings to watch a group like the Survey Corps become completely bankrupt of values and just another tool for the enemy. So many characters use words like the ammunition for a weapon in “Savagery,” but it’s a strategy that fails Hange. She tries to share the news that the wine is spiked with Zeke’s spinal fluid, but she’s ignored and her treatment remains horrendous. It looks like she’s set to be a hostage for the time being, that is if she’s not just outright killed as some trust exercise that Floch puts his new recruits through like he does with Keith Shadis.
Whether Floch and company believe or care about Zeke’s spinal wine is irrelevant because everyone gets to figure this out the hard way once Zeke puts his power into action. The forest very quickly fills up with Titans and the second half of “Savagery” is full of action to balance out the war of words that happens earlier. Many of Marley’s residents get triggered by Zeke’s gambit and it’s exciting to see the side effects of this “wine hangover” go fully into effect.
Unfortunately, Levi’s own men enjoyed these libations, which forces him to take down his comrades with zero time to contemplate alternatives. This decision clearly weighs heavily on Levi and reflects how committed he is to his mission. “Savagery” makes this exercise especially painful as Levi sees the faces of his friends before he cuts down their Titan forms.
This is a mentally exhausting maneuver for Levi, but it’s also a stunning action sequence that’s one of the best fights in Attack on Titan since season three. There’s wonderful choreography to Levi’s carnage as he takes advantage of his claustrophobic settings. It’s satisfying to see the anime go all out with this encounter and that Levi doesn’t stumble over these obstacles and allow Zeke to get away.
The tension between Levi and Zeke has been present in Attack on Titan for seasons and the assault in Liberio only teased the tension that exists between these two. This has been a long time coming and it’s given the attention that it deserves. Perhaps the best part of it is that Levi shares this success with Erwin and declares that this is just as much his victory and that his spirit can find some peace now.
A lot is left up in the air by the end of “Savagery” and each episode continues to unearth the status quo more than before. Levi and Zeke’s story concludes on the most disturbing note of the lot as Levi keeps Zeke in a form of grisly suspended torture that would make Asami from Audition blush. It’s the most extreme action that Levi has ever taken and it’s another reflection of how everyone is getting pushed past their limits.
However, these past few episodes have proven more than anything that this type of radical behavior seems to be the only way to survive and those that don’t adapt to these heartless ways are the ones that get trampled over by “progress.” Zeke just wants to return to that game of catch from his innocent youth, but it’s impossible. The kids in Eldia and Marley are more familiar with hand grenades than they are with baseballs. “Savagery” begins this thought and “Sole Salvation” shows that the two can sometimes be equally dangerous.
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Attack on Titan Season 4 Episode 15: Sole Salvation
“Sole Salvation” begins right where “Savagery” finishes, but the two episodes are structured so differently that it’s hard not to get whiplash when watching them back-to-back. Levi’s torturing of Zeke greatly intensifies, yet the episode retreats into Zeke’s subconscious as he mentally suffers for his actions and hopes to stumble upon absolution while he physically gets ravaged and turned into living viscera.
This flashback into Zeke’s childhood and one of his last remaining moments of true innocence might initially feel like a disappointment from the heavy action that’s present in “Savagery.” However, it’s presence here is not unlike how memories from past Titan bearers will flood the current users at unexpected moments. They have no control over when these memories will overlap with their own and are left to ponder the greater significance of it all.
The purpose of “Sole Salvation” is nebulous at first, but then it becomes clear why this piece of the story is currently being told. “Sole Salvation” functions as a release of pressure from a run of episodes that have become impossibly tense. In the past, flashbacks have been utilized to fill in context from different perspectives and also allow the audience a much-needed breather. The jump backwards this time seems like it’s a gentle form of escapism, but there’s still a dark edge to it that amplifies the dread that’s prevalent in the present. It’s not so much a reprieve from danger as it is an explanation for the bloody turn that’s about to take place.
“Savagery” highlights Eren’s rage towards the “cattle” and “slaves” of the world, yet “Sole Salvation” underscores that these are exactly the conditions that brought Eren and Zeke into this world. Grisha’s entire mindset towards family and children is even comparable to a cattle breeder. The biggest question that’s hung over the second half of this season is how exactly Eren and Zeke have come to terms with each other and “Sole Salvation” beautifully gets that point across in the most tragic way possible.
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Zeke and Eren are two attempts at the same idea and they’re able to find an empowering and dangerous invincibility in their dark roots. It’s almost as if they consider their increasing need for bloodshed and violence vindicated because they were always designed to be destructive weapons. One doesn’t get upset at an atom bomb for exploding . Eren and Zeke are just the two explosions at the end of very long wicks that Grisha lit years ago.
Zeke’s upbringing succeeds as a valuable counterpoint to what’s been shown with the childhoods of Eren, Grisha, Reiner, Gabi, and Falco. Grisha hammers in the ideology to his son that if he hates the world then it’s his responsibility to change it. This mantra soon becomes synonymous with Zeke’s desire to become a Warrior, which begins as an extension of his father, but blossoms into a bold act of independence. A young Zeke gets pulled in two directions as he forms a friendship with Tom Ksaver, a Titan researcher and the previous bearer of the Beast Titan.
Tom’s influence on Zeke is a vital part of the boy’s development and Ksaver feels like the type of productive person that Grisha could have become under purer circumstances. Tom selflessly uses himself as a guinea pig for the sake of knowledge, whereas Grisha endangers his own family for data.
Tom isn’t without his own sins and he becomes a mentor figure for Zeke, but it’s fascinating to consider how differently Zeke and Eren’s lives might have gone with someone like Tom as their father. They could maybe be living normal lives rather than the immensely complicated scenarios that their existences have become. They’re ready to commit genocide to an entire group of people and Eren and Zeke still treat this like the lesser of two evils. It’s just an extended game of catch that’s been going on for generations.
“Savagery” and “Sole Salvation” do not mess around and in a season of very strong episodes they’re two installments that immediately stand out and feel memorable, but for completely different reasons. Both entries are emotionally draining and connect on every level. It genuinely hurts to see these characters tear each other down after they’ve gone through so much together.
So much of the second half of this season has revolved around Eren and Zeke’s secret plan and with only one episode remaining it’s truly unclear where this all will land. Eren’s half of the plan seems to be successful, especially from the Jaegerists’ perspective, but Zeke appears to have hit a real roadblock that may or may not ruin what Eren has in motion.
Other crucial players like Gabi, Annie, and Reiner also need to fit into all of this somehow. Attack on Titan has always been heading towards a dark and depressing ending, yet the moral compasses of so many characters have become magnetized and off center that even the “winners” might be too disgusted with who they’ve become to be able to celebrate.
At the very least they’ll probably stay away from the wine.
Savagery: 4.5/5 Sole Salvation: 3.5/5
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Bloody Sunday in Enugu as security agents hunting for IPOB kill unarmed people
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Bloody Sunday in Enugu as security agents hunting for IPOB kill unarmed people
The residents of Emene community in the Enugu East Local Government Area of Enugu State are still in consternation following the killing of some youths by security agents comprising the soldiers, air force personnel, the police and operatives of the Department of State Services on Sunday, August 23, 2020, during a clampdown on members of the Indigenous People of Biafra.
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IPOB members were said to be having Jewish prayers and training in martial arts when the DSS attacked them.
It was gathered that when a dozen patrol vans loaded with security agents armed to the teeth arrived at the community, they turned their guns on the IPOB members, who reportedly took to their heels.
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Eyewitnesses said that in the ensuing confrontation, gunshots and teargas fumes filled the air between the St. Patrick’s Secondary School and St. Joseph’s Catholic Church along the old Abakaliki Road and the premises of St. Patrick’s Secondary School flowed with blood as fleeing IPOB members were pursued into the streets.
Scores of Catholic faithful, who were on their way to the 7am Mass, were said to have run helter-skelter, while those already in the church had to endure teargas fumes that enveloped the entire environment.
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Members of the community, however, want those security men, who killed their sons and daughters, to be brought to justice.
Sunny Okoroafor is a retired soldier, who witnessed the carnage. He said the day could best be described as a ‘Black Sunday’ and the events would be engraved in the history of the community for generations, stating, “What happened was an unjustifiable action by Nigerian security forces against the Igbo.”
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The incident threw Emene and its neighbours into chaos and disrupted church services as worshippers at the various churches in the area ran helter-skelter to escape being fell by bullets.
“I saw six unarmed youths killed in cold blood in front of my house, other residents said more people were killed and that the military men took their corpses away before the police came and evacuated those I saw,” Okoroafor stated.
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Narrating the incident, which he said was captured on camera, Okoroafor said the Emene Community High School was a major sporting arena in the entire community and different sets of people, including IPOB members, train and have their meetings there.
“My children used to stay at the school to study and play. IPOB members also come to the school to have their meetings and train in martial arts every Sunday. They have been doing that for several months to the extent that other youths got interested and were coming to train with them in martial arts.
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“The previous Sunday, there was a rumour that the military would come to disturb them, but at the end, nothing like that happened and they held their training and left. So, on Sunday, August 23, 2020, I was in my house around 7.05am when my daughter ran into the house shivering. She said policemen came into the place where those children were having their meeting and one of them pointed a gun at her head.
“She said that the man allowed her to go when she told him that she came to sell water to those engaged in physical exercise, which the IPOB guys were part of. Over 50 people were there engaged in various sporting activities.
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“So, I came out to observe what was going on and I saw two Hilux vans blocking the entrance to the school. I saw operatives of the DSS and some of the IPOB guys they seized in their vehicle.
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“About three minutes later, those DSS guys started shooting and that lasted more than five minutes. I don’t know whether it was the people inside the school that they were shooting at, but the next thing I saw was the IPOB boys pursuing the DSS guys with stones, woods and bottles, while some of them were bleeding as they were running. Some strong ones among them continued the chase and finally sized one of the operatives, while the others jumped into their vehicles and zoomed off.”
Okoroafor added, “Unfortunately, one of the DSS guys missed their vehicle and he ran across the road looking for an escape route. I learnt he was one of those, who started shooting at the unarmed IPOB boys. So, the IPOB boys pursued him with sticks, stones and planks and eventually caught him; they brought him to the main road and stoned him.
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“Those IPOB boys were not bearing arms, but what I observed was that some of them had charms, because when those DSS operatives were shooting at them, the IPOB boys were pursuing them and when the situation got tense, the operatives jumped into their vehicles and ran away. I am not telling you a story. I was there as an eyewitness.
“I learnt that the one person, who was killed and burnt, was filming them when they were protesting and when they wanted to take his phone, he resisted; that was what I was told.”
Mr Chijioke Ezeh, who lives adjacent to the Community High School, corroborated Okoroafor’s account, saying, “I was preparing to go for the 7am Mass at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church when I started hearing rapid gunshots. This lasted close to five minutes and I looked through the window and saw men clad in black attire with the inscription, ‘DSS’.
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“They were shooting at the people inside the school compound; some fell down and some did not. The next thing was that they were running and IPOB boys were pursuing them to the gate with sticks and stones they grabbed in the school.
“About 20 minutes later, I saw many people bleeding from bullet wounds being conveyed to hospital. Angered by the development, after those DSS guys had run away, the boys started making bonfires in the middle of the roads to prevent vehicular movement, but people were allowed to trek.
“The IPOB guys started protesting and chanting, ‘What did we do to the government that made the DSS to come and shoot us where we are playing in our community? What offence did we commit?’ They were chanting and going up and down, but none of them bore arms, except a few with sticks.”
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Eze added that the IPOB men started telling people living along the road to go inside their houses and their members, who were not strong enough, to find their way and even passers-by to stay off the road, because the security agents would come for them.
He stated, “My daughter filmed everything from upper floor of our house. After some minutes, the DSS guys reinforced and came with the military and the police, all of them numbering over 50, with over 30 Hilux vans and started shooting at the protesting IPOB members from different directions. They blocked all the strategic roads with armoured personnel carriers and were shooting unarmed youths and carrying their corpses away. They killed people going to church and tricycle riders.
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“Those bodies the soldiers did not carry away during the shooting that lasted more than 30 minutes were lying on the roads after the incident. The pictures of those ones are all over the social media.”
Okoroafor also stated, “I saw four dead bodies lying on the main road in front of my house, and the security agents came and took the bodies away. They also went inside the street and came out with five IPOB members, whose hands were tied to their backs. I also saw two more corpses they were carrying in their vehicle.”
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Another resident and an eyewitness, Mrs Onyekachi Asogwa, described the killings of unarmed Igbo youths by security forces as callous and unjustifiable.
She stated, “What those DSS guys did was wrong; you don’t come and kill unarmed citizens where they were holding a meeting. They had been having the meeting every Sunday for several months in the same venue and nothing happened. They had never attacked anybody nor has anybody complained against them. Every Sunday, if you come here this place, it is always filled up with vehicles and tricycles.
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“The police have come here on several occasions to monitor what they were doing and after, they would go away. The boys don’t wear Biafra uniform or any insignia, so I wonder why the DSS men would come and start shooting unarmed civilians. I don’t know why they came when people are dying somewhere else, when herdsmen are killing people, kidnapping people for ransom everywhere in Enugu State and nothing was being done.
Another resident, Chukwuemeka Nishi, said that what pained him the most was that the persons being shot at were unarmed, stating, “Is it not madness? If you have arms, you shoot at another person with arms. You can’t shoot somebody who doesn’t have arms. It is an aberration and unethical to shoot an unarmed person. It contravenes the rules of engagement in the military and even in the police.
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“The security men did what they did because Nigeria is an anarchistic state and nobody will speak for the dead; otherwise, they wouldn’t have done what they did. You can imagine the state governor came here and said nothing and the next day his pictures flooded pages of newspapers. Is it not sad that unprovoked security men killed your citizens and you came and said nothing to the people you claim to be governor over? It is very unfortunate.”
The state Commissioner of Police, Ahmad AbdurRahman, who spoke with The PUNCH on the telephone, confirmed the killings, but said only four persons died and that the police recovered their corpses after the incident, but he accused IPOB of being responsible for the death of the victims.
He, however, failed to account for those his men and soldiers killed when asked about the corpses the military took away.
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AbdurRahman stated, “I was alerted that members of the Indigenous People of Biafra were on the rampage along the Ebonyi-Enugu Expressway by Emene, firing indiscriminately in the air and at the same time making bonfires on the road.
“It was an operation that was carried out by the DSS. They didn’t invite us. They thought they could do it peacefully. So, it was later that the operation turned unfortunately bloody, when IPOB took their men into custody.
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But one of those arrested told newsmen that they were only having an exercise at the school, which was the practice every morning, when the DSS stormed the place and started shooting.
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Meanwhile many Igbo individuals and groups, including the Senate Minority Leader, Senator Enyinaya Abaribe, and the Ohaneze Ndigbo, have called on the Enugu State Government of to set up a panel of enquiry to unravel the truth surrounding the incident, describing the killing of unarmed Igbo youths by security agents as no longer acceptable.
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War Criminal George Bush Opposes the Government Murder of People of Color!
So is he going to turn himself in?
— James Bovard | Anti-Empire.Com | June 5, 2020 | Russia Insider | Mises Institute
Former president George W. Bush has returned to the spotlight to give moral guidance to America in these troubled times. In a statement released on Tuesday, Bush announced that he was “anguished” by the “brutal suffocation” of George Floyd and declared that “lasting peace in our communities requires truly equal justice. The rule of law ultimately depends on the fairness and legitimacy of the legal system. And achieving justice for all is the duty of all.”
Bush’s declaration was greeted with thunderous applause by the usual suspects who portray him as the virtuous Republican in contrast to Trump. While the media portrays Bush’s pious piffle as a visionary triumph of principle, Americans need to vividly recall the lies and atrocities that permeated his eight years as president.
In an October 2017 speech in a “national forum on liberty” at the George W. Bush Institute in New York City, Bush bemoaned that “Our politics seems more vulnerable to conspiracy theories and outright fabrication.” Coming from Bush, this had as much credibility as former president Bill Clinton bewailing the decline of chastity.
Most media coverage of Bush nowadays either ignores the falsehoods he used to take America to war in Iraq or portrays him as a good man who received incorrect information. But Bush was lying from the get-go on Iraq and was determined to drag the nation into another Middle East war. From January 2003 onwards, Bush constantly portrayed the US as an innocent victim of Saddam Hussein’s imminent aggression and repeatedly claimed that war was being “forced upon us.” That was never the case. As the Center for Public Integrity reported, Bush made “232 false statements about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq and another 28 false statements about Iraq’s links to Al Qaeda.” As the lies by which he sold the Iraq War unraveled, Bush resorted to vilifying critics as traitors in a 2006 speech to the Veterans of Foreign Wars.
Bush’s lies led to the killing of more than four thousand American troops and hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians. But since those folks are dead and gone anyhow, the media instead lauds Bush’s selection to be in a Kennedy Center art show displaying his borderline primitive oil paintings.
In February 2018, Bush was paid lavishly to give a pro-democracy speech in the United Arab Emirates, ruled by a notorious Arab dictatorship. He proclaimed: “Our democracy is only as good as people trust the results.” He openly fretted about Russian “meddling” in the 2016 US election.
But when he was president, Bush acted as if the United States were entitled to intervene in any foreign election he pleased. He boasted in 2005 that his administration had budgeted almost $5 billion “for programs to support democratic change around the world,” much of which was spent on tampering with foreign vote totals. When Iraq held elections in 2005, Bush approved a massive covert aid program for pro-American Iraqi parties. The Bush administration spent over $65 million to boost their favored candidate in the 2004 Ukraine election. Yet, with boundless hypocrisy, Bush proclaimed that “any (Ukrainian) election…ought to be free from any foreign influence.” US government-financed organizations helped spur coups in Venezuela in 2002 and Haiti in 2004. Both of those nations, along with Ukraine, remain political train wrecks.
In that October 2017 New York speech, Bush proclaimed: “No democracy pretends to be a tyranny.” But ravaging the Constitution was apparently part of his job description when he was president. Shortly after 9-11, Bush turned back the clock to before 1215 (when the Magna Carta was signed), formally suspending habeas corpus and claiming a prerogative to imprison indefinitely anyone he labeled a terrorist suspect. In 2002, Justice Department lawyers informed Bush that the president was entitled to violate the law during wartime—and the war on terror was expected to continue indefinitely. In 2004, Bush White House counsel Alberto Gonzales formally asserted a “commander-in-chief override power” entitling presidents to ignore the Bill of Rights.
Under Bush, the US government embraced barbaric practices which did more to destroy America’s moral credibility than all of Trump’s tweets combined. Bush’s “enhanced interrogation” regime included endless high-volume repetition of a Meow Mix cat food commercial at Guantanamo, head slapping, waterboarding, exposure to frigid temperatures, and manacling for many hours in stress positions. After the Supreme Court rebuffed some of Bush’s power grabs in 2006, he pushed through Congress a bill that retroactively legalized torture—one of the worst legislative disgraces since the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850. During his years in the White House, Bush perennially denied that he had approved torture. But in 2010, during an author tour to promote his new memoir, he bragged about approving waterboarding for terrorist suspects.
Is Bush nominating himself to be the nation’s racial healer? When he was president, Bush inflicted more financial ruin on blacks than any president since Woodrow Wilson (who brought Jim Crow barbarities to the federal government). Bush trumpeted his plans to close the gap between black and white homeownership rates and promised in 2002 to “use the mighty muscle of the federal government” to solve the problem. Bush was determined to end the bias against people who wanted to buy a home but had no money. Congress passed Bush’s American Dream Downpayment Act in 2003, authorizing federal handouts to first-time homebuyers of up to $10,000 or 6 percent of the home’s purchase price. Bush also swayed Congress to permit the Federal Housing Administration to make no–down payment loans to low-income Americans. Bush proclaimed: “Core American values of individuality, thrift, responsibility, and self-reliance are embodied in homeownership.” In Bush’s eyes, self-reliance was so wonderful that the government should subsidize it. And it didn’t matter whether recipients were creditworthy, because politicians meant well. Bush’s 2004 reelection campaign trumpeted his down payment giveaways, a shining example of “compassionate conservatism.”
Thanks in large part to his policies, minority households saw the fastest growth in homeownership leading up to the 2007 recession. The housing collapse ravaged the net worth of black and Hispanic households. “The implosion of the subprime lending market has left a scar on the finances of black Americans—one that not only has wiped out a generation of economic progress but could leave them at a financial disadvantage for decades,” the Washington Post reported in 2012. The median net worth for Hispanic households declined by 66 percent between 2005 and 2009. That devastation was aptly described in a 2017 federal appeals court dissenting opinion as “wrecking ball benevolence” (quoting a 2004 Barron’s op-ed I wrote). But almost none of the media coverage of the ex-president reminds people of the economic carnage of this Bush vote-buying binge.
It is possible to condemn police brutality and, even more importantly, the evil laws and judicial doctrines that enable police to tyrannize other Americans without any help from a demagogic ex-president who ravaged our rights, liberties, and peace. As I commented in an August 2003 USA Today op-ed, “Whether Bush and his appointees will be held personally liable for their [Iraq War] falsehoods is a grave test for American democracy.” The revival of Bush’s reputation vivifies how our political media system failed that test. As long as George Bush doesn’t turn himself in for committing war crimes, all of his talk about “achieving justice for all” is rubbish.
Source: Mises Institute
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What the Hell is Wrong with the Republican Party?
Table of Contents:
The State of the Republican Party
The “Southern Strategy” and the “Silent Majority”
The “Religious Right”, the “Prosperity Gospel”, and Religious Crusade
The Rise of Conservative Media
A Radicalized and Obstructionist GOP Congress
Donald Trump and the Populist Rebellion
How Do We Save the Republican Party?
Preface
This article is a very, very cursory overview of the history that I’m discussing. Each of the sections in this article could be a PhD dissertation. I’m essentially fitting 55 years of history into 4,000 words, and in doing so, I’m simplifying things quite a bit. But I stand by my depiction of the events themselves, as well as my analysis of those events. So give it a read, click on some of the links for further reading, and do some research of your own. The purpose of this article isn’t to demean or to vilify, it’s to instruct. And we’re going to need to sit down, read opposing perspectives, and do some analysis in order to move the country away from illiberalism and towards a more true democracy.
The State of the Republican Party
If you were to ask a Republican today what conservatism is, they would probably give you some version of the Reagan-era doctrine: respect for traditional social values, liberty above all, free trade, free market, private ownership, etc.
But that doesn’t really exist anymore.
Sure, some Republicans pretend that it does. Paul Ryan’s health care bill is an extreme version of Reagan-era conservatism: cut entitlement programs, cut taxes on the rich to stimulate economic growth, etc. But Paul Ryan isn’t the Republican Party. Neither is Mitch McConnell. Neither is Mike Pence. The country doesn’t really want them anymore. They’re desperately holding onto an idea that has been rejected by the American people, even by the base that they’ve tenuously held onto, though that hold has been slipping and continues to slip to this day.
Case in point:
The AHCA, Paul Ryan’s health care bill, had only 21% approval when it passed. 64% of voters like the Affordable Care Act’s protections for pre-existing conditions, something that many conservatives hate.
According to a recent Gallup poll, 63% of Americans believe upper-income Americans pay too little in taxes, while 67% of Americans believe that corporations pay too little in taxes. Meanwhile, only 14% of Americans believe that lower-income Americans pay too little, down from 24% five years ago. Tax cuts for the rich and increased spending for the poor is a major component of the Republican Party’s agenda, and most Americans want nothing to do with it.
Republicans’ social agenda is, for the most part, widely unpopular as well. According to a recent Gallup poll, 64% of Americans support same-sex marriage being legal, with 47% of Republicans believing that as well.
It should be noted that all of these numbers are only going to get worse over time. Americans are increasingly adopting the view that things like same-sex marriage should be legal, that rich people should pay more taxes, and that health care should be more comprehensive and more universal.
So, with that in mind, why are Republicans clinging to this dying agenda like their lives depend on it? Why would they be so desperate to push through that agenda that they are willing to support Donald Trump, a sexual predator who is now under investigation for colluding with Russia during the election, a man who has now almost certainly committed obstruction of justice? Do they really believe that lying about their agenda, which they have shamelessly done with the AHCA, will really work once the full effects of their agenda hits their voter base?
What the hell is wrong with them? Let’s take a look.
The “Southern Strategy” and the “Silent Majority”
The Republican Party wasn’t always like this. It was a backlash to the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960’s that really ushered in this modern shift. Barry Goldwater believed the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was unconstitutional, thought that the federal government shouldn’t have the authority to force states to comply with a definition of racial equality, and with that, he welcomed in southern segregationists where they were previously distanced from the party.
Black voters clearly received the message. Around 60% of black voters were Democrats in 1960; around 90% of black voters were Democrats in 1968. Meanwhile, the Democratic Party completely lost the South after the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and have never won it back since. A decision to cross the rubicon and let in the violence and the vitriol associated with segregationist attitudes remade the Republican Party because they began to see what they could do with it. Even if Goldwater didn’t believe in the constitutionality of the Civil Rights Act because of federal overreach instead of a personal segregationist attitude, it didn’t matter. Playing off of the fear of change and the fear of the “other” has its advantages, namely, that there are more scared white voters than there are black voters.
They continued to capitalize on this strategy with Nixon’s campaign and his famous coining of the phrase “silent majority”. When he used that phrase in his famous 1969 speech, he wasn’t explicitly calling on white voters, but the “silent majority” was the antithesis to the “vocal minority” protesting Vietnam and other Nixon-era policies in the streets. The silent majority were those white people afraid of change, afraid of a future where the women’s rights movement and the Black Panthers and changing social norms made them somehow irrelevant and wrong.
But, of course, he didn’t come out and explicitly say “white people”, just as he didn’t explicitly say that his war on drugs was purposed to target black people and “hippies”. He was able to code racial rhetoric, using “dog whistle” phrases to remain “respectable’ while still winking at the fear and the violent anger of white people horrified at the notion of change.
This tactic has been employed over and over again, with Reagan as shown in Atwater’s infamous interview in 1981, with George H.W. Bush as shown in his Willie Horton campaign ad in 1988, with Ailes and the racist programming of Fox News, and with Donald Trump’s violent nativism and depiction of “inner cities” as eviscerated by “American Carnage”.
The rhetoric has only gotten more and more vicious, more and more violent, and has disconnected the Republican Party further and further from today’s reality. It has seeped into and infected almost every facet of conservatism and the Republican Party. Goldwater’s “Southern Strategy” and its use by Nixon really paved the way for Donald Trump today.
The “Religious Right”, the “Prosperity Gospel”, and Religious Crusade
Both political parties have been infused with Christian rhetoric for a long, long time, but it was Ronald Reagan that supercharged the Republican Party with evangelical Christianity. In the 1980 election, he very publicly aligned himself with the religious right and the Moral Majority, giving members from the Moral Majority speaking spots at the GOP conventions and positions as advisors to his campaign. He drastically modulated his tone as well, advocating “God in the classroom” as he referred to classroom prayer, expressing doubts about the theory of evolution, and asserting that the separation of church and state was unnecessary, as religious values should be allowed in government. He also openly embraced the “Southern Strategy”, beginning his campaign in the heart of Mississippi, declaring that he “believed in states’ rights”, a refrain used to justify regressive policy and a classic falsity about why the Civil War occurred.
The policy implications of the merger between Reagan and the Moral Majority cut deep into his presidency. His reaction (or non-reaction) to the AIDS crisis was unconscionable, as it reeked of homophobia and essentially let a generation of homosexual men die from disease. He opposed not only LGBTQ rights, but welcomed in the racism of the Southern Strategy by also opposing the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights act of 1965. This kind of racism was clearly evident in his renewed dedication to the War on Drugs, as he signed the Anti-Drug Abuse Act of 1986, where he created mandatory minimum penalties for drug offenses, paving the way to the mass incarceration of black people and the new Jim Crow.
The prosperity gospel, a strain of Christian thought that taught that God favors those with wealth, bled into conservative ideology, as evidenced by increasingly draconian economic policy (trickle-down economics). The wedding of the prosperity gospel and conservative ideology has deep implications to this day, as some who voted for the AHCA have voiced that poor people should simply live good lives like healthy people, and many conservatives value “personal responsibility” over all else.
The issue with this isn’t just that it produced bad policy, but also that it paved the way for candidates that infused politics and political crises with a deadly amount of religion. George W. Bush considered his doctrine “compassionate conservatism”, and to an extent, that was accurate. His AIDS initiative, where he funneled billions of dollars into helping those suffering from the disease in Africa, was extraordinarily compassionate. But part of what pushed him to commit as heavily as he did to the Iraq War was his born-again, evangelical Christianity.
George W. Bush was a deeply religious man, born again as an evangelical Christian in 1985. He brought that into his presidency, his staff expected to attend daily prayer meetings, religion laced into many of his speeches. After 9/11, he believed that he was undertaking a crusade to rid the world of evil and bring the beauty of democracy to countries that need it. That definition, painting the enemy as a force of evil, an “axis of evil”, paved the way for the atrocities that were committed during the Iraq War, the horrors at Abu Gharib and Guantanamo Bay. If religion can be a way to better the lives of others, a way to emphasize “compassionate conservatism”, it can also be a way to justify making others’ lives a living hell, torturing them because they are the embodiment of evil.
And supercharging conservatism with religion as a method of justification, as a method to convince conservatives that some are worthy of humanity while others are not, led to the rise of Donald Trump.
The Rise of Conservative Media
With Roger Ailes’ death recently, there has been a lot of soul-searching among conservatives, where they pontificate on how Roger Ailes has been revolutionary, but destructive. And that’s true. Roger Ailes’ media empire has created an enormous amount of influence and has transformed conservatism as we know it. But conservative media existed before Roger Ailes, and the conservative media outlets that spawned from the mainstreaming of conservative news have been far more vitriolic and hateful than Fox News.
Magazines and media outlets such as National Review have existed since the 50s, and are still seen as a legitimate authority today. But it was talk radio that pushed the boundary of acceptability, in that it existed outside of the realm of journalism, strictly and unapologetically advocating one point of view, aiming for ratings and profit above substance. Conservative talk ratio found prominence in the 1990s with Rush Limbaugh becoming popular, but didn’t explode until after the 9/11 attack, when people like Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, and Laura Ingraham rode the nationalist wave to the radio.
It’s also worth noting that conservative talk radio has bled into mainstream channels like Fox News, with Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity having their own very, very popular shows. Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity were not moderated by having a presence on a mainstream news network; rather, Fox News was further radicalized by these far-right voices. Just recently, Sean Hannity, host of one of the top-rated shows on cable television, has been pushing an insane conspiracy theory about a DNC staffer who was killed, saying that it is somehow connected to the Trump/Russia scandal and the DNC hacking. Glenn Beck fanned the flames of the Tea Party with his doomsaying, talking about how Obama would bring about the end of democracy with his agenda. Fox News, while still holding onto a couple respectable reporters, has largely become radicalized, and now acts as a sort of state propaganda engine for the Trump administration.
Watching Fox News, as opposed to watching CNN, is like experiencing a completely different reality. MSNBC has tried something similar, infusing their late-night programming (All In with Chris Hayes, The Rachel Maddow Show) with a liberal edge, but those hosts, Chris Hayes and Rachel Maddow, still have a respectability to them (Rachel Maddow is a Rhodes scholar, Chris Hayes has a BA from Brown). This is likely because the origin story of conservative-leaning news is different from that of liberal-leaning news, where conservative-leaning news is deeply entangled with infotainment talk radio.
This feverish drive for ratings and profit, especially during the Obama era, has created a conservative base that is increasingly entrenched in their own reality, offering something genuinely detached from the reporting of other news sources. It contributed to the radicalization of conservatives, pushing them further right, but more than that, it stirred up a rabid hatred of liberals (“snowflakes”) and liberal values while promoting a nativism and a fear of the “other”. Fox News and conservative media have played a massive role in the denigration of conservative values, tainting them with a ruthless drive for profit that manifested itself in vile fearmongering.
But even Fox News is now fighting for relevance, with far more extreme outlets (Breitbart, InfoWars) taking hold of the conservative base. Breitbart, by far, had the most influence over the conservative media ecosystem during the 2016 election, completely eclipsing Fox News. Breitbart doesn’t even have the whiff of integrity that Fox News has, its sexism and racism even more blatant and more extreme. Even peddlers of conspiracy theories, media outlets like InfoWars, are gaining more popularity despite have no credibility at all. InfoWars even has temporary White House press credentials.
Ailes’ death seems a fitting bookend to an era of increasingly radicalized conservative media, resulting in the birth or mainstreaming of extreme outlets like Breitbart, Daily Caller, and InfoWars, outlets that are detached from fact-based reporting. We now live in the era of “fake news”, where those extreme outlets peddle stories that aren’t based in fact, all while calling respectable reporting from CNN and New York Times fake news.
Modern conservatism has been irreparably damaged by conservative media’s radicalization, and has helped lead to the rise of Donald Trump.
A Radicalized and Obstructionist GOP Congress
It started with Newt Gingrich in the 1990s. He made an effort to destroy congressional expertise, making it easier to pass ideological instead of practical legislation. He elevated legislative obstructionism to a level unseen in modern political history. He peddled in conspiracy theories such as the Vince Foster absurdity, vindictively presiding over the Monica Lewinsky scandal. Newt Gingrich did more to destroy Congress as an institution than almost anybody else in modern political history, and he paved the way for the obstructionist nightmare that was Congress during the Obama presidency.
When Obama was elected in 2008, the Republican reaction was extreme. John Boehner wanted to stop movement in Congress entirely. Mitch McConnell’s biggest goal was to make Obama a one-term president. Obstructionism reached new heights, with judicial nominees being blocked in unprecedented fashion, budgets turning into vicious battlegrounds, and almost zero cooperation on major votes. Probably the most insane example of Republican obstructionism was the blocking of Merrick Garland as Obama’s Supreme Court nominee. The Senate refused to even hold a hearing on him, essentially keeping him off of the Supreme Court, holding the seat open until maybe a Republican president comes around (which indeed happened). What made this obstructionism so dangerous wasn’t just how it made Congress grind to a halt, but also how it led to the breakdown of political norms.
Congress also became increasingly radicalized. With some voters believing that Obama was going to commit unspeakable atrocities against the country, whether it was a descent into socialism or a coup, they came together into the Tea Party, which spoke of revolution and replacing establishment shills with extremists that would actually change things. The revolution deeply affected the Republican Party, as many were primaried and replaced with these more extreme politicians. One of the most notable primary battles was in 2014, with Eric Cantor vs. Dave Brat, where Cantor (someone that the Republican Party had high hopes for) lost by around 10 percent of the vote. These radicalized members of Congress pushed increasingly radical agendas (the Republican Party platform in 2016 was the most extreme in decades and decades), advocating total and complete resistance while demonizing liberals and peddling paranoid conspiracy theories. Birtherism may not have been born from the Tea Party, but it was enabled by it, with racist rhetoric about the Obamas intensifying as the Tea Party grew in strength.
Their radical agenda of revolution also led to near catastrophes, with the debt-ceiling crisis of 2011 creating the most volatile week in financial markets since the 2008 financial crisis. It also led to the government shutdown of 2013, where Ted Cruz tried to push Obama to strip the Affordable Care Act of funding, only to have the government shutdown for 16 days, after which Ted Cruz was largely stripped of credibility (we all remember him reading Green Eggs and Ham during a filibuster). These crises only decreased public trust in Congress, with approval of Congress at a historic low of 9% after the 2013 government shutdown.
If people voted for Trump because of dissatisfaction, positioning Congress as a radical do-nothing entity only pushed the country into his grasp.
Donald Trump and the Populist Rebellion
We still don’t entirely know why Donald Trump won. The reasons are too numerous to count. Economic anxiety, racial anxiety, misogyny (whether external or internalized), dissatisfaction with “elites”, a polarized and often dissatisfactory fourth estate, fear-mongering rhetoric about immigrants and terrorists, Russian interference, the rise of illiberalism in Europe, the insular nature of social media. We can go on and on about why Donald Trump won, but here, let’s talk about one specific reason: the failure of the Republican Party.
The Republican Party, in 2012, released an RNC Election-Autopsy Report, where they discussed what major changes the Party needed to make in order to change public perception and start winning elections. Their analysis dictated that they should be more open to immigration, that they should advocate for policies that help women, that they should reach out more to college students (who largely see the Republican Party as a joke), and that they should go after corporations that advocate for executives over middle-class workers. It’s a position that they felt would help create longevity for their party, make it so that they’re able to win elections long-term.
So why didn’t they follow that report? Instead of moving in another direction, Tea Party candidates kept winning elections and the GOP candidates for the 2016 presidential election were far-right extremists like Ted Cruz and boring rank-and-file candidates like Jeb Bush and Marco Rubio. What went wrong? Well, the base for the Republican Party wasn’t a group that advocated for immigration reform, tax cuts for the rich, and deregulation. They were simply angry and wanted something to be different. Everything that had happened for decades and decades up to this point (Nixon’s Southern Strategy, Reagan’s evangelism, the toxicity of conservative media, and a radicalized Congress at a standstill) created a GOP base that peddled dark conspiracy theories, vicious racism and nativism, and a hatred for liberals and Democrats. The RNC Election-Autopsy Report was always going to be a joke because how does a political party with that kind of history just turn on a dime? How does a political party change when it’s unwilling to come to grips with the violence of its history?
And because the Republican Party wasn’t willing to come to grips with its history, because it had created a voter base that was furious and desperate and needed change, they didn’t choose somebody remarkably unlikable like Ted Cruz or bland and still disliked like Marco Rubio. They chose somebody that made them feel good, somebody who wasn’t a political elite or a cultural elite, somebody that carried with him the narrative that he was a winner who cared about the things they cared about: Donald Trump.
Donald Trump has no real policy agenda. He has no depth of understanding of the issues facing the country. He has no experience at leading anything that isn’t his company. But he said what his base had been thinking of years: the world is scary, Mexicans are stealing jobs and are raping our country, China is stealing from us, we need to become tough and strong again and not be wimpy and cowardly like the politicians in Washington. 2016 was the election of fear, and since Donald Trump won, conservatism has become even more toxic and violent, with reporters being harassed and beaten, people like Milo Yiannopolous, Richard Spencer, and Alex Jones becoming household names, and media outlets like Fox News essentially becoming state propaganda. We often hear the narrative that the Democratic Party is dying while the GOP is in complete power, but Trump’s election was the Republican Party killing itself, modern conservatism becoming poisoned beyond repair.
Donald Trump’s administration has been wracked with scandal from Day 1, and the GOP Congress both cannot lead with the scandal around them and don’t know how to lead. The only major piece of legislation passed is the AHCA through the House, and very few Republicans want to touch a bill that unbelievably unpopular and that poorly crafted. So what happens next? Donald Trump will eventually leave office and the Republican Party and modern conservatism will have to move on. But what does that even look like?
How Do We Save the Republican Party?
I don’t write any of this to say that conservatism is moronic and immortal, that Republicans are bad people, and that everybody on the right is racist and stupid. I know that there is a lot of anger and pain on both sides, that many conservatives believe that liberals think poorly of them. But that’s not what I think, and that’s not the point of this article. The point of all of this is to say that a strong Republican Party is necessary to serve as a counterbalance to a strong Democratic Party, that a conservatism divorced from vicious nativism and racism is necessary for a robust political discourse, and that revitalizing the Republican Party and redeeming it should be a priority for every American.
So what can Republicans do to revitalize their party? What lessons do we learn from this history?
First, Donald Trump has to go. Anybody connected to Donald Trump has to go. Desires for politicians to enrich themselves through their office need to be curbed, and curbed hard. Strict punishment needs to be enforced for corruption, as Trump has enabled corruption through his incredibly corrupt practices. Efforts also have to be taken to curb the rhetoric surrounding his campaign and his presidency. The GOP has winked at racists, homophobes, and sexists for decades, and there needs to be an active effort to reform the party to a place where they’re accepting of people who live differently than your average straight white male. But Donald Trump is a huge, huge problem that needs to be fixed before anything else can be done.
Second, the center-right needs to be rebuilt. The center-right is the bulwark against extremism in the party. Politics on the right have become way too extreme, with people like Mike Pence considered normal. Mike Pence is not normal. He is an extreme ideologue who advocates extreme policy, such as torturing young LGBTQ individuals through conversion therapy. The Republican Party needs to make an effort to weed out the extremists and replace them with center-right candidates who actually want to solve problems instead of advocate for policies that match extreme ideology.
Third, the Republican Party needs to become a party of ideas that respects its base. Right now, the Republican Party doesn’t do either of those things. They have remarkably few ideas that will actually produce positive results for the majority of Americans. They peddle conspiracy theories, whether through Fox News, the politicians in Congress, or administration officials. They lie to their base, telling them outright falsehoods about major legislation like the AHCA. All politicians lie, yes, but there needs to still be a level of respect for voters, treating them like people who would care about tax reform if you sold them hard enough on it. This means that the Republican Party needs to denounce media outlets like Breitbart and InfoWars, and even Fox News when they peddle stories that are nonsense.
Fourth, the level of money in politics needs to decrease, and fast. 80% of all of the dark money in politics goes to Republicans. That is unacceptable. Republicans need to look at Donald Trump’s populist ideas during his campaign and find ways to tailor that approach to policies that will actually help that base and not their donors. If that means finding ways to help alleviate the opioid epidemic, great. If that means finding ways to reform politics to take dark money out, great. If that means loosening their position on market-based health insurance, great. Dark money is a blight on politics and the Republican Party has benefited on it for far too long, poisoning themselves in the process. Stances like climate denial are disgraceful and reek or corruption.
There are numerous other things that the Republican Party can do, but it’s all going to take time, and lots of it. Conservatives that care about the future of the Republican Party need to make an effort to do better, if not for the sake of the liberals on the other side of the aisle, then for the country at large. Because, at this rate, the Republican Party threatens to shred apart the political climate in America, promising things that aren’t true, training their base to be hateful and violent, and enriching themselves through their political donors and their corruption.
This cannot continue. It’s time to do better.
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The Battle Of Blood
Aeron bears witness to a battle at sea.
Why have you not taken me, my god? I should have died days ago...
This new prison was worse than any of the others. In the dungeons, Aeron was able to find peace in dreamless sleep between periods of waking agony and shade-induced nightmares. On the prow of the ship, he was left to the mercy of the Drowned God. His god was merciless. The sea roared and heavy waves battered his legs. Salt stung his eyes and burned his wounds, and he spent the first day in a constant state of thrashing to keep the gulls from picking at him.
The worst of it, however, was his fellow captive. Falia, he remembered, her name was Falia. She was the picture of misery, pregnant and spurned. The girl made pitiful moans from her tongueless mouth as they sailed southward. She did not flail as he did when the seabirds took perch, and several gashes remained from when they had tasted her naked flesh.
She had died perhaps five days after they had departed the Isle of Pigs. It was hard to be sure, for exposure and lack of sleep had twisted the Damphair’s sense of time. She had miscarried while strapped beside him: it had been a singularly gruesome experience. Hours of wordless screams and the stench of blood which dyed the hull an even deeper shade of red, then nothing. Now the bastard girl rotted beside him, barnacles already taking their seat upon her once-fine legs.
The mutes of his brother’s crew made sure that he was provided with food and water, just as they had when he was chained belowdecks. Aeron had tried to turn away at first, opting to starve rather than live out the profane farce, but they had simply teamed up, holding his jaw open and forcing nourishment into him. Now, he submitted to their ministrations. Life as a living figurehead had become a sort of routine; long stretches of torture punctuated only by quick, savorless respites to allow the despair to continue.
Euron’s Silence had been situated at the center of the fleet, giving Aeron a view of their general direction before he felt the turn of the ship. It had made for fairly monotonous scenery when he had the sense to pay attention to his surroundings, but today was different. Today, there were ships heading toward them. Even from a distance, it was clear that they dwarfed the dromonds of the Iron Fleet’s reserves. Their hulls were wide and broad, and many had more than one mast. As the Damphair’s salt-addled eyes came into focus, he could make out deep blue sails that caught the southron winds. The Redwyne fleet has arrived, he realized.
For one mad moment, Aeron Greyjoy felt relief come over him. They will smash my brother, as Stannis smashed Victarion at Fair Isle, he thought wildly. They will put the godless beasts of the Crow’s Eye to the sword and destroy this ship. Then I can have my rest.
The spell of hope broke almost as soon as it had been cast. He knew that this man he was forced to count as kin was far smarter and infinitely crueler than the men of the green lands would give him credit for. Euron surely knew that the wrath of the Arbor was coming for him from the moment the Ironborn took the Shields. One of his men had even said that Oldtown had launched ships to trap them in the Redwyne Straits. Something mysterious and terrible was at play and he feared that he was to play a part in it.
The channel that separated Redwyne land from the Reach proper was made narrow by a collection of islets that fell under their jurisdiction. They were small places, not unlike the seal rookeries near the Lonely Light. It made for a singularly effective anvil for a hammer of ships to strike at unwitting pirates. His brother’s position in the coming battle was inexplicable, foolish, mad. Euron is the maddest of them all, Aeron remembered, and felt a chill snake up his spine.
The King of the Isles emerged from his cabin then. The forsaken priest had not needed to see to know, for he was the only other man on the ship with a tongue. “Ready your priests and prisoners,” he called to the vessels nearest him, “we make our offering now.” The other captains spread the word and soon, Aeron could see men and women being brought up from the bowels of the fleet. People of the Shields, of the Arbor and its vassal islands, he knew.
He watched as crewmen of other ships approached the prows, where other holy men had been lashed. With swift slices, the throats of septons, warlocks, Drowned priests and fire sorcerers were opened, letting their life’s blood add to the great volume of the sea. Afterward, he witnessed the captives being put to the same fate. In time, the waters around them were murky and red.
Euron was suddenly behind him then, leaning close enough to whisper in his ear. “Worry not, little brother,” he promised in a voice that dripped with cruel satisfaction. “I won’t make a gift of you to the waves. I want you to live and to be there to watch my victory unfold. I’ve given you the best perch in the whole fleet.”
“Your sacrifice will not appease the Drowned God,” he croaked in a hoarse and trembling voice. “You have committed too many atrocities to be saved now.” He felt tears well up in his eyes; he desperately wanted to believe the words he said.
“Oh sweet brother-mine,” the Crow’s Eye cooed, “you know that the Drowned God isn’t real. I make this offering to myself: I am the only god that I will ever worship. Now, the battle has been blessed.”
Aeron felt the winds shift suddenly, and now their sails were the ones that caught the air. They were being hurtled toward the Redwyne fleet at a pace that seemed wholly unnatural. Aeron had to close his eyes to prevent them from being battered blind by the onslaught of stinging salt. Surely, the defenders of the Hightowers were being sped in their direction as well.
Soon, they were closing in on the enemy ships. Euron’s foes had been caught completely unawares by the sudden change of weather and had failed to close the strait effectively. Longships, small as they were, had the advantage of being nimble, and the Iron Fleet weaved between the war galleys like sea lions through a rocky reef. Only a few inept captains had battered their ships against the larger adversaries.
The force from Oldtown was far less fortunate. Their crew must have been as green as the lands of the Reach, for the powerful gale that the Ironborn rode into safety had caught them off guard and carried them impotently into their allies. The waters of the straits were now a frothing soup of confused sailors, broken galleys, and spilled blood.
Only after they had been swept a safe distance away did the gusts finally diminish into still air. The Iron King called for the fleet to turn about, but rather than engage, he demanded anchors be laid. The longships and commandeered vessels of the Iron Islands sat motionless as all eyes were directed toward the tangle of foemen.
The men of the Reach were clearly as confused as Aeron was, for he could hear the dull echoes of calls to order and reformation. He saw men gesture toward them. More shouting. Whatever Euron has planned for them, Aeron brooded, this cannot be the whole of it.
Then, he saw.
The waters below the Redwyne and Hightower fleets opened up as masses of groping tentacles uncoiled in the air. Organized yelling became frenzied screaming as ships were pulled under by the tens. Men leaped from the capsizing vessels and disappeared, only to havecrimson stains and tall grey fins take their place on the surface. The carnage doubled, tripled, quadrupled until the sea became a roaring, churning abattoir.
If this had been to the benefit to any of Quellon’s other sons, Aeron would have called it the might of the Drowned God and reveled in the sight. But this, from the start to the finish, was unholy and aberrant. He retched violently into the sea, convulsing from sickness and fear.
“You should have prayed to me,” his sibling sighed, at his back once more. “After this, how can you not believe that my wrath is the wrath of a god?”
Aeron closed his eyes. Aeron sobbed. And Aeron prayed.
#The Damphair [Aeron POV]#Aeron Greyjoy#tw: blood#tw: violence#tw: miscarriage#okay maybe I need to take a break from putting Aeron through eldritch terror#I should write a pissing story next#poor little kraken
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8.31.20 Alana
Dear Vivi,
I’ve been putting off on writing this letter for a while. Chult...Chult has brought up memories and a part of me that I have never wanted to revisit. I left Barovia because Barovia made and broke me. I needed to heal. I needed to leave the place that I still have a kingdom in, as well as friends because they never left Strahd’s castle. I am reminded of my responsibilities and of those I left each day when I feel the scars left by Strahd. When I close my eyes in a moment of rest, I can see their faces and their pain.
This is going to be the hardest letter I’m going to write to you. I told you that you needed to talk because you would go crazy if you didn’t. I’m reaching out to you because I find myself in a predicament that I said you would be in. My mind is in shambles and I need to vocalize or at least write things out so that they’re not in my head and causing me to lose myself.
When we had arrived at the Crimson Carnivale, the sentries who had been alerted to our presence thanks to Hallda’s singing had all stood up and approached us. They didn’t let us enter just yet, and we were going to wait until we had their okay to do so. Elmindreda stepped forward to not only be the ambassador for the group, but to be the diplomat she’s been training to be since birth.
I could have also done so. Chult is familiar to me and I am of noble blood as well. But, this is not my party. While these are my friends--I hope--they are not my party. Elmindreda and Hallda are the speakers for the group, it seems, and I’m not going to take that from either of them just because I happen to be filling in for you.
That, and we were surrounded by vampires. I was honestly more busy with trying to regulate my breathing and my thoughts to focus on diplomacy and being the voice of reason. I’m pragmatic and logical. I pride myself on being that way. I find myself unable to access that when surrounded by vampires, even if those vampires are not going to attack me. I know not all vampires are Strahd nor are they the vampires that attacked Elimndreda’s brothers. I know not all vampires are like those in Barovia. They are not all depraved, soulless, starving beings who are following the orders of a sycophant.
It is better for Elmindreda to speak. For multiple reasons. So, I stayed back as she moved forward, addressing the sentries as they asked who we were and what we were doing there.
“I am Elindreda Ironstar, and this is my party. We are here to see your leader, Orsova Thorne.”
The sentries seemed to almost do a double take. They saw that we did not have our weapons drawn, and even though Elmindreda had hers in hand, it was more of a relaxed, casual pose. Not one of threat or even really of protection. It was almost as if that was confirmation enough for them that we were not here with any sort of intent. They weren’t going to just welcome us in with open arms, but Elmindreda giving her name as she did was enough to allow for at least one of the sentries to go and fetch for Orsova.
It was not long before they returned, Orsova wearing a wide brimmed hat to keep as much sun off of her as possible. As being someone who wears a pirate hat to keep eyes off of me as much as possible, I approve of her fashion choice.
The scars on my neck ached. The mana kept burning in my veins and I kept finding myself watching memories of myself being helpless against the vampires who did attack.
Orsova asked if Elmindreda says she is who she says she is. Elmindreda had no reason to lie, nor is she particularly good at it, confirmed that she actually is who she says she is. Elmindreda pointed out that she is not alone. Mim and Zatsie were taking care of other things, but Hallda, Zealous, Kelliear and myself were with her. Orsova pointed out that she has been in contact with Gideon and that he mentioned there were more of us. She was looking for you, I think. Elmindreda pointed out that this was the party here, and that no one else was here. She confirmed that no one was sneaking around like you or Zatsie would be. Even if you both are untraceable, they're vampires; they would have been able to find you.
It did not seem to calm Orsova. She knew that we had seen Lord Dormiar and had spoken with him. She knew that Elimdreda's father was here and was working with Lord Dormiar. Apparently, Hallda and my suspicions of Lord Dormiar were not incorrect; he is not altruistic in his methods.
He's slaughtering them, Vivi. Indiscriminately just murdering. He's sending his troops out and they are killing everything they are running across, as if they are wiping out everything that was left after the war. To get a clean slate? I don’t know to be honest. It’s terrifying what they’re doing, though. It's mass genocide. Everything is being targeted, but it’s especially vampires in this case.
I can understand why a leader would take his group to an area to try and clean it up. There are fringe vampire Crimson Carnivale members, and I can see a leader working with those who are not fringe members in trying to protect everyone.
I can see the vampires realizing that they needed help and reaching out to a group of war elves to get that help. I can see them offering the assistance the vampires needed because they actually care about all people.
What I cannot get behind is going to an area that was ravaged by not only this war that had just ended three tenday ago, but by the freezing of everything and by the death curse a few years prior, just to cause more carnage and death. They are not judge, jury, and executioners as they have appointed themselves to be. Within five minutes of talking to Orsova, we quickly learned that they are not the monsters they're being painted to be. We learned they are just trying to get their bearings back after also surviving the war and they are just trying to get by.
Imagine that. Learning about people before you just go and kill them.
Such a novel and strange behavior. What type of a noble would want to help all types of people? What type of leader would proceed with fair and just judgement?
Does it look better on paper to say you care? Is that why leaders say they do? To appease their fellow leaders while committing atrocities while no one is looking? That is why I do not like most other political leaders and often choose not to parlay with them.
Anyway. As I said, Orsova knew that Elimdreda's father was working with Lord Dormiar. Elmindreda defended her father and that he would not want to bring harm to those who did not deserve it. That he is not a killer, but a fair and just leader.
"Are you saying that because you actually believe it or are you saying that because he is your father?"
And clearly, the answer is both. Elimdreda's father has given us no reason to distrust him.
I can understand Orsova's reservation, her fear; the man is working with Lord Dormiar. We’re not exactly sure why he is. It wasn’t as if he clued us in on his plans. Even if Elmindreda’s father had, do you really think that we would have been there, not knowing the situation beforehand? We would have had a completely different game plan coming here, and we would have not waltzed up, playing and singing blood shanties. It may just be that Elimdreda's father is blind to all that is going on because Lord Dormiar did not include Elimindreda's father in on all the details of all the plans.
As if Elimindreda's word is not enough, Orsova questioned each of us. Zealous was not paying attention and Hallda and I both do not support the blind murder of beings. We were not privy to the plans, as I did not expect to be! We had no idea what was going on in this land and we would have done things far differently had we known, as I have already stated.
As I’ve said. I understand Orsova. I understand her fear and her reservation. I understand her self preservation. I am not asking her to ignore any of that nor am I trying to minimize it.
I understand because I am terrified just being here. They haven't given me a reason to be terrified, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am. Months of torture broke me in a way that I have to remind myself that the outliers and the bad I ran into in my past are still in the past and Strahd is not going to appear. Nor is Baba Lysaga. These vampires are not going to turn into Strahd nor are they going to summon Strahd here. They are not going to drink my blood against my will, nor are they going to lock me in a dungeon and subject me to charm affect after charm affect. They believe in consent. They believe in choice.
She stated that they didn't really have time for a long visit. That they were going to take care of Lord Dormiar and his army. That they were going to take care of the problem. Because even if Lord Dormiar wasn't actively hunting all the vampires on Chult, he was still actively killing them. By cutting off their trade--making it so the port didn't want to trade with the Carnivale and not actually taking care of the fringe vampires and killing all vampires indiscriminately--he is starving them and preventing the ones he doesn’t actually kill from living.
And this is how a leader acts after a war?
He kills all survivors? No questions asked?
He is someone we should be following without question?
A bad leader is not someone who is questioned. A bad leader is someone who will not take those questions into consideration and who will go against all offered help and decide that they’re going to do everything themselves, even though with counsel is truly the way the best decisions come to be.
Elmindreda argued that they would lose. The Crimson Carnivale, that is, if they decided to go up against Lord Dormiar and his army. That it wasn’t necessarily the most thought out of plans. Orsova, being on high alert and not really in a place for criticism, was offended and might have kicked us out had Elmindreda not been so pragmatic.
"It's a numbers game. He has many more people in his armies whereas your numbers are dwindling."
Most of their people were on the mainland, mostly in Heathstone. They were starving, at no fault of Orsova's, and they had just fought one war and one freeze over. The vampires had been through enough. They really thought they could take on a fresh army that would only grow in numbers, thanks to word of mouth and thanks to allegiances. War is more than just the little people killing each other; it's all about politics and money, as well as how the pros and cons rest against the accumulation and loss of money.
Orsova begrudgingly admitted Elmindreda was right and that Orsova was trying to rush ahead. She is tired of being in this situation. In seeing her people die with no just cause. To see those who are safe just starve and weaken by the night.
Elmindreda did give her word she would help. That we would. It was a different promise than she gave Faraday. This was sincere and understanding of their plight. I am not sure how exactly we're going to do it, but helping people seems to be what this group does. Even you, Vivi, as much as you don't want to admit it, does good. You always try to do good. They always try to do good. You all care.
At seeing that we do not have weapons drawn, and after speaking with us, Orsova finally relaxed a tiny bit. She let us into her camp. She wondered what we were doing here, and we told her we were going after Lily. She asked us in a roundabout way if we were the heroes that had taken on the Darkness and if we were the ones who took care of the corruption. She mentioned Gideon's letter had stated as much. We confirmed all of it because it is true. Zealous finally started paying attention, and we began to interact with the group.
You know, I had a thought. Vivi, why don't you reach out to Gideon? You're in the general area, and from what I remember of you mentioning of the Carnivale, you were okay with him. He could potentially be a phenomenal travel partner as well as possibly someone who knows about God Killer and might be able to give you more information about her.
Yes. I am advocating traveling with a vampire. Your wisdom could balance out where his lacks and his charisma absolutely help where you have none.
Speaking of reaching out, we decided as a group to reach out to Charlotte and let her know what is going on. Out of everyone there at Lord Dormiar’s camp, she was the most reasonable and probably is a better leader than the men over her. It usually is the case. Which is why all my leaders are women; we know what we're doing
The Crimson Carnivale in Chult was able to give us a map and warn us more about the dangers ahead. Basically, Chult is Barovia, but there are more possessed town’s people and flesh golems there and more dinosaurs and ancient evil curses here. And there you get spooky forests and a fog that never lets up whereas here in the jungle, there is a sun that burns even the darkest of skins and mosquitos that carry viruses worse than most of the monsters you encounter.
And both are overrun with zombies and vampires.
I guess a plus is no werewolves in Chult.
As the person who had the orb, I felt it was my duty to ask about the corruption and if anyone needed healing. It is very awkward to explain something as 'running through your veins' to a vampire when they don't currently have that. According to Orsova, none in their camp had the corruption. They had encountered animals in the jungle--those that had lived--with the corruption, but they chose not to feed from them.
Hallda, being magnanimous, dug into her bag and produced ten vials of blood.
In front of a camp full of starving vampires.
Great intentions, awful execution, Hallda.
Luckily, Orsova was able to step in and take the vials, handing them off to her sentries to make sure that everyone had enough to eat. It looked like the vials had been enchanted to make it so that a few drops of whatever substance was inside was enough to sustain the recipient for at least a few days.
We decided to stay the day so that we could get the vampires more blood, and they would watch if there were any threats. That is what should happen if you are working on the side of diplomacy. That is why war generals and those on the front lines for years are not always the best options for leaders once they are no longer in war. They get into a mindset--which does not excuse what they do--and they cannot always just step back. That level of power often goes unchecked and power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
They had accommodations for us, and they seemed grateful for the company. I can see why the group has renown with them. It was like watching old friends come together. It wasn't the sharing of memories but rather the enjoying of each other's company. It was the peace that was between us and the Crimson Carnivale while we all rested in preparation for either travelling or rebuilding in the case of the Carnivale.
I had terrible nightmares the entire night.
I could see myself. I was different. I had whispers in a language I didn't understand running through my head, and the mana was burning in my veins. The smell of blood was heavy in the air.
I could see you. You were covered in your own blood and magic surrounded you, restraining you. You seemed to be poisoned and your breathing was labored. You kept trying to get away as I walked closer and closer to you. You couldn't move. You couldn't even crawl. I watched as I lifted you up, tears falling out of your eyes. You begged me to stop. Your eyes looked as though I had gone in your mind multiple times against your permission. That I had taken control of you and charmed you so that you would do all that I wanted. You begged me to stop. The bodies of our friends and family lay all around, their blood and viscera covering both of our hands. Their blood all over my mouth.
I found myself drinking your blood as you could only cry and softly beg me to stop as the life threatened to fade from your eyes. I didn't drain you completely as you asked; I made you immortal as the dream version of myself was.
When I woke up, the bites on my neck and the mana in my veins were burning. My head was an explosion of pain and i couldn't open my eyes without blinding pain hitting me. I was dizzy merely sitting up, and I barely made it outside of the tent before purging the contents of my stomach. A few castings of prestidigitation and no one was any wiser to what had happened. I could still feel the chills and the terror coursing through me as I rejoined the group. Hallda was able to produce thirteen vials--Zealous gave some of her blood to help feed them--and gave them to Orsova.
They saw us off as we took the river once again, heading towards the lake near the Heart of Omu. We all kept a vigilant eye while on the raft, making sure that no trouble would befall us and so that Kelliear could focus on directing the raft. Again, there wasn't really a cloud in the sky. No storms on the horizon.
We got to the lake and it was deep and dark, but clear. I kept looking after seeing movement. On a closer inspection, I took a step back.
Sirens.
I messaged the group and let them know about the sirens as they popped up out of the water and they began to sing. Immediately, Elimindreda and Zealous were under their charm and moved closer. With quick thinking, I began to strum the chords to calm their emotions and knock the charm off of them while Hallda deafened them to everything around them.
It was now Hallda, myself, Kelliear, and a bunch of sirens.
Like with the vampires, this is not my group. I let Hallda take the lead and control of the conversation. They wanted to know why we were there if it wasn't to die to their song. We mentioned we were passing through and they weren't the first sirens we met. They were interested to know from what family the siren we know is from, but not even I know that information.
If Volanti wanted us to know, we would know
They claimed the one we know is a drifter and that their kind doesn't survive alone. Hallda mollified them with songs that Volanti had taught her and that seemed to do the trick. They disembarked from the raft they had started to board and let us pass after making sure to call Hallda's music subpar to their own, as they are pretty elitist.
Who even allowed them to join us? We hadn't welcomed them on the raft, yet they stepped on like we wouldn't have a problem with it.
It wasn't until they were gone that I began to hear voices in my head.
Panic once again filled me. No one here knows I speak Vedelken. No one here but me speaks it. Westra did, and she was the one who taught me. But no one in the group or on Chult knew that I speak the language.
The voices in my head did.
I found myself falling silent as Kelliear pitched why she should just leave us and how things were far too crazy for her. That we would be fine without her and she just couldn't deal with everything that we were doing. She couldn't comprehend how this was a normal day. As Hallda dropped the concentration on the deafening spell, the three of them argued why Kelliear should stay while I tried to figure out the voice and why I was hearing it.
We kept travelling, the lake going on for miles. As we continued on, there was a cackling that could be heard not far from us, up on the left.
It was three hags with their power being syphoned off to something much more powerful.
Icy claws of dread encircled me and I was pitched into a void of deep oblivion. Flashbacks and memories that I never could remember before this moment came flooding towards me and filled my lungs so I couldn't breathe.
I remember myself falling under the charm spell over and over and doing the bidding of the hags and the vampires that had cast the charm on me. I remember going door to door in Barovia, being let inside and the mayhem beginning. I remember feeding a potion to anyone over fifty and watching helplessly as they began to rot from the inside out, letting out soundless screams as they collapsed dead on the ground. The hags would follow me and they would collect the young males for food as they were going visibly crazy from watching their loved ones die. The females were either vampire food or they were fodder for the hags to use for spell components or as sacrifices.
I remembered bringing maidens to chambers where vampires would eventually join them. I would lie to them and give them stories how this was for a scholarship so they could better their lives. That this was an acceptance to a boarding school that would make them into nobles like I was. They would have the chance to be ladies in waiting for me or adventurers as a part of their own party.
I remembered as I watched them being torn to shreds in front of me. Their power and life being syphoned away and drained. I remember hearing their screams and how it tore at my own soul as all I could do is watch as they tried to get away, only to be dragged from their freedom moments later by a vampire who would rip their head off, blood splattering everywhere.
I remember the deva that Strahd had chained up and how I would bring him food and water. I remember watching him strain for both the water and food, Strahd moving them away and closer to the deva whenever the deva was getting too close or whatever the deva seemed to not be showing enough interest. I remember the magic he would cast on the deva and the injuries the deva would need to be healed. How they leaked pus and ichor.
The hags didn't notice us. They were busy in their own conversation, talking and laughing away.
But, no, Zealous. We are not going back and saying hello.
Ever.
We continued on, and I couldn't breathe. There was still the voice in my head, still talking. I could only hear snippets of conversations and I couldn't make out the words they were saying.
I tried to calm myself down. I tried to find my peace. It was panic attack after panic attack, and I couldn't focus.
I wasn't paying attention to when the giant mechanical octopus latched onto the ship.
I saw its eyes as it began to attack the ship, jolting me out of my own mind. Remember when you first joined your party? It was in Chult. You were telling me about this while we were in the cave. You had mentioned that all the mechanical creatures had the parts of elves and humans inside of it, and it was a gross amalgamation of power and broken science. The creatures were not created of their own volition, and it broke everything that your father and Westra and Samson sought to do with their own creations.
That octopus was exactly what you had described. It had pain in its eyes like it wanted us to take it and put it out of its misery. Which we did. We made short work of the octopus, and made it so that it wouldn’t have to keep on living its cursed life. It seemed to be grateful towards us and it let us do what we needed to do, as it seemed to understand what we were doing. It fought us, of course, because that is what it needed to do. In the end, it wasn’t going to win.
We disembarked from the raft and began to travel through the jungle. Since leaving the Crimson Carnivale, I have made it a point to make it so that I saw any invisible creatures, even if they were invisible. It might have been paranoia, it might have been the fact that only was I dealing with vampires, I was having to deal with hags now on top of it. Chult isn’t meant to be a treat for anyone, especially not someone who still can’t even handle the idea of going back to Barovia any time soon.
Again, I heard a voice in my head speaking in Vedelken.
“Curious.”
It wasn’t malicious or evil in any sort of way. I messaged Hallda and let her know what was going on, and that maybe she should just keep an eye out. Because, even though I could hear the voice, I couldn’t see anyone. Anything.
I still had no idea how they knew I spoke Vedelken.
Hallda agreed to keep an eye out for anything, though neither of us really knew what we were looking out for.
We continued on our travel for a bit and the voice came once again.
“Watch where you step.”
With that help, we were able to miss the various traps--magical and nonmagical--that were scattered about in hopes that someone would just come walking on through. The group, while they couldn’t see where they were at some points, listened to me as I directed them through, and we managed to not catch any of the traps. Thankfully so, as a dying zombie dinosaur was about fifty feet in front of us. It had a gaping hole in its side like something bigger than even it had taken a chunk out of it.
I guess if you’re a zombie dinosaur and there is nothing to eat but other zombie dinosaurs, you resort to that.
Again, we decided to help put something out of its misery. It was quick and nearly too easy. Elmindreda and I looked around as Kelliear kept walking forward. Which is when the other shoe that I’d been waiting to fall, finally fell.
There was an invisible zombie dinosaur about sixty feet from her. She didn’t listen as Elmindreda and I both warned her to not go any further, that there was danger ahead. She didn’t listen. She kept walking and the dinosaur burst from the trees and attacked us all.
Our guide might be dead.
After accusing Elmindreda and I of being high for trying to warn her. And, I mean, we were. But that doesn’t mean that we wanted anything to happen to our guide.
I love you, Vivi. You’re like a sister to me. In fact, you are. You’re my sister-in-law. Please write back, okay? Even if it’s just a word. It’s something.
Love,
Captain Stormwood-Diminiski
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On November 7, 2018, a gunman opened fire inside a crowded bar in Thousand Oaks, California. Lives were lost that night, but lives were also saved. Who saved them? How? What can these heroes teach us? Journalist Abigail Shrier answers these questions in this powerful video.
Script: The mass shooting at the Borderline Bar and Grill in Southern California on November 7, 2018 is a tale of men and masculinity. Lost in the carnage is a lesson we would all be advised to heed. That lesson has little to do with the monster who took lives and everything to do with the men who saved lives. The killer was 28 years old, lost, lonely and living with mom. He had been a regular at the Borderline Bar and Grill. He knew that on Wednesdays—college country night—the place would be packed with kids laughing and dancing. He entered tossing smoke grenades, then unloaded his handgun—fitted with an illegal extended magazine—into the crowd. But there were other young men there, too. One of them was 20-year-old Matt Wennerstrom. In interviews, Wennerstrom looks like a typical college student—backward baseball cap, gray T-shirt, jaw scruffy with a few days’ growth. On camera, he seems laconic, humble, willing to answer questions; neither eager for the limelight nor afraid of it. As soon as he heard the shots, Wennerstrom told ABC News, he knew “exactly what was going on.” He and some friends grabbed everyone they could and pushed them down behind the pool table, placing their own bodies on top of the girls. One woman, who was celebrating her 21st birthday, told Good Morning America: “There were multiple men who got on their knees and pretty much blocked all of us with their back toward the shooter, ready to take a bullet for every single one of us.” When the shooter paused to reload, Wennerstrom grabbed a bar stool and tossed it through a window. He and his buddies pulled 30 to 35 people to safety. After getting each group safely to the parking lot, Wennerstrom and his buddies went back for more. A reporter asked Wennerstrom how he knew immediately what was going on in the loud, crowded bar. “Instinct, I guess,” he said. “I’m here to protect my friends, my family, my fellow humans, and I know where I’m going if I die, so I was not worried to sacrifice. All I wanted to do is get as many people out of there as possible.” This is the masculinity we so often hear denigrated. It takes as its duty the physical protection of others, especially women. This masculinity doesn’t wait for verbal consent or invitation to push a person out of harm’s way. It sends hundreds of firefighters racing up the Twin Towers to save people they’ve never met. And it sent Sgt. Ron Helus of the Ventura County Sheriff’s Office rushing into Borderline Bar and Grill, where the shooter was waiting for him. “I gotta go handle a call,” Helus had just told his wife over the phone. “I love you.” The 54-year-old husband and father died at the hospital from the wounds he suffered as he tried to stop the rampaging gunman. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/the-bor...
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Frederick Douglass: From Slave to Statesman.
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Frederick Douglass was born into slavery, but through his own heroic efforts became one of the most influential advocates for freedom in American history. His journey, a tale both agonizing and inspiring, should be known by everyone. Timothy Sandefur, author of "Frederick Douglass: Self-Made Man," guides us through Douglass’ amazing life. This video was made in partnership with the American Battlefield Trust. Learn more about Frederick Douglas at http://bit.ly/2Zf0sSq
Script: He was one of the most revered Americans of the 19th century. His story of personal triumph—humble origins to national prominence—is equal to or greater than that of Andrew Jackson, Abraham Lincoln, or Ulysses Grant. He never became a politician, but he spoke to presidents as an equal. His name is Frederick Douglass. Born a slave, Douglass never knew the exact date of his birth, never knew his father, never saw his mother after the age of seven. This wasn’t uncommon at the time. Slave owners often made a point of separating families. Breaking family bonds increased dependence on the slave owner. Discipline was maintained through simple fear and destroying self-esteem. A slave could be punished for not working hard enough, but also for working too hard—or even for suggesting labor-saving ideas. Douglass experienced all of this and rebelled against it. As a teenager, he taught himself to read. This created a desire for freedom. When his owner discovered this disturbing development, he sent him to live with a local farmer, Edward Covey, who made extra money breaking the will of unruly slaves. Covey beat Douglass every week for six months, often for no reason. And it worked. Soon young Frederick gave up all hope of being free. “The dark night of slavery closed in upon me,” he later wrote. That all changed one hot August day in 1835. When Covey struck him, Douglass fought back. Where he found the courage, he couldn’t say. The two men struggled until Covey stumbled away exhausted. Covey never laid a hand on Douglass again. The teenage slave had stood up for himself. He considered this the most important lesson of his life. Years later, he would tell this story when urging black men to enlist in the Union Army to fight the Confederacy. “You owe it to yourself,” he said. “You will stand more erect . . . and be less liable to insult. . . . You [will be] defending your own liberty, honor, manhood, and self-respect.” Douglass made his escape from slavery in 1838, slipping into the North disguised as a U.S. Navy sailor. At any point along the rail journey, his flimsy cover could have been blown. Displaying a confidence he didn’t actually feel, he bluffed his way past suspicious conductors and runaway-slave hunters. Once in the North, he joined the radical abolitionist movement and was quickly recognized as a powerful speaker and writer. The movement’s leader, William Lloyd Garrison, burned the Constitution at his July 4th speeches. In Garrison’s view, it legally protected slavery and was therefore irredeemable. But Douglass came to reject that. He believed that the Constitution was fundamentally opposed to slavery. “Interpreted as it ought to be interpreted,” Douglass said, “the Constitution is a glorious liberty document.” Not surprisingly, Douglass was a strong supporter of the Republican Party—the new anti-slavery party—and of the Union cause in the Civil War. Initially, he had doubts about Abraham Lincoln. He didn’t think Lincoln was truly committed to ending slavery. But he warmed up to the Great Emancipator as the conflict wore on. Lincoln, on the other hand, always admired Douglass. “Here comes my friend Douglass,” Lincoln said when he saw him at his second inaugural in 1865. The Union victory ended slavery. But as the Democratic Party re-established itself in the South in the 1870s and ‘80s, a new kind of racial oppression arose in the form of Jim Crow laws and, even worse, widespread lynching. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/frederi...
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Public Pensions: An Economic Time Bomb.
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Who cares about public pension liability? Well, you should – after all, it’s the reason entire cities and even states are facing bankruptcy. Joshua Rauh, professor of finance at Stanford and Senior Fellow at the Hoover Institution, paints a startling picture of just how broken the public pension system really is, and what will happen if we continue to ignore it.
Script: I want to talk to you about three words that should scare the heck out of you, especially if you’re young: public pension liabilities. Okay, I know you probably have about a hundred things you’re worried about, and public pension liabilities likely aren’t one of them. But that’s the reason this is so scary—because almost no one is paying attention. Unless you’re okay with your city going full Detroit and giving more of your hard-earned money to pay off someone else’s debts, stay with me. So what is a public pension liability? A pension is a guaranteed, lifetime payment to someone after they retire. Pensions used to be a big deal in the private sector. Every major American company had them. But they became too expensive, and companies have taken steps to phase them out. However, pensions still live on in the public sector—among employees of the government—and they’re eating city and states’ budgets alive. More and more money that could go to tax cuts or better services is instead being shoveled aside to pay for these benefits. Why is this happening? Over decades, politicians have promised trillions of dollars in pensions to government workers. That includes police, firefighters, teachers, and city and state officials. You name a government job, and there’s a pension associated with it. Now, you may be wondering, “How big are these payments?” Many pensions are quite large. In California, more than 62,000 retired public employees are receiving pensions of over $100,000 per year. Sometimes, it’s even crazier. A retired New York City sanitation worker is getting $285,000 per year. A retired county administrator in California receives over $400,000 per year. Remember, these are guaranteed lifetime yearly payouts. Now, we love our public employees. They do vital work for our local communities and the wider society. They deserve competitive pay and retirement benefits. But currently, many cities are, in effect, paying for multiple public departments at the same time: the department that’s working now and, because people are living longer, a generation or two of retirees. The system amounts to a self-perpetuating, corrupt merry-go-round. Public-sector unions give large donations to candidates, who are then responsible for negotiating how much of your money goes to public sector workers. These arrangements not only promise high salaries in the short-term, but they also hide the payments that will be due down the road when it will be much too late. The results are predictable. State and local governments across the U.S. openly admit to 1.4 trillion dollars of unfunded pension liabilities, or $11,000 per household. “Unfunded” means dollars that have been promised, but there’s no actual money in the bank. And that’s just the amount they admit to. The real number, according to the Federal Reserve, is much larger—around 4 trillion dollars, or $32,000 per household. Pensions have already thrown California cities like San Bernardino and Vallejo into bankruptcy. And the entire state of Illinois is teetering on the edge. So how do politicians get away with this? They use a time-tested political strategy: they lie. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/public-...
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Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Walt Heyer.
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Walt Heyer lived as a transgender woman for eight years. In this Sunday's episode of The Candace Owens Show, Walt shares his personal experience with gender dysphoria, sex change, regret, and his moving story of healing and restoration. Don’t miss this powerful interview.
PragerU vs. Google: How We Got Here.
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PragerU has filed two lawsuits against Google/ YouTube, and this week, we are taking them back to court. Here's how we got here and why this case is critical for free speech. Join the thousands of Americans who value the free exchange of ideas. Please sign our petition telling YouTube that their restriction of 200+ PragerU videos is wrong: https://l.prageru.com/2Tyvcv1
Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Sebastian Gorka.
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Sebastian Gorka, former deputy assistant to President Trump and host of “America First,” joins Candace in the studio this Sunday for a conversation on the indoctrination of the Left, the assassination of masculinity, and his experiences inside the Trump administration. Don’t miss it! Get your very own Candace Owens Show Mug today! Use promo code "Candace10" for 10% off. https://l.prageru.com/31lBXzm
Is Climate Change an Existential Threat?
https://youtu.be/f5nUO7EYnUk
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Piers Morgan: If climate change is a threat, why don't you practice what you preach by reducing your carbon footprint? “It’s not about my carbon footprint, it’s about YOUR carbon footprint” 🤦♂️ The epic hypocrisy of climate extremists 😂
Evolution: Bacteria to Beethoven.
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For a century Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution has been as unquestioned as Newton’s theory of gravity. But science never stops asking questions. Or at least it’s not supposed to. Stephen Meyer, Senior Fellow at the Discovery Institute, takes up the challenge in this video. Are there questions about the origins of life that Darwinism can’t answer?
Script: Evolution. You learned about it in high school. It goes like this: Life started out with very simple forms and then gradually, over hundreds of millions of years, morphed into all the forms we see today. Bacteria to Beethoven. Not a straight line, of course…but that’s roughly how it went. This was the theory proposed by Charles Darwin in 1859, and, with some modification, it has been embraced as unassailable by the science community over the last century. As evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins says, “If you meet somebody who claims not to believe in evolution, that person is either ignorant, stupid or insane.” But is that right? Are there no scientific reasons to doubt the evolutionary account of life’s origins? In November 2016, I attended a conference in London convened by some of the world’s leading evolutionary biologists. The purpose: to address growing doubts about the modern version of Darwin’s theory. Let’s look at just two scientific reasons to doubt this theory. First, the Cambrian Explosion. A weird and wonderful thing happened 530 million years ago: A whole bunch of major groups of animals—what scientists call the “phyla”—appeared abruptly within a geologically short window of time—about ten million years. These novel animal forms—exhibiting proto-types of most animal body designs we see today—emerged in the fossil record without evidence of earlier ancestors. Did you catch that? A huge number of diverse animals appeared, with no discernible antecedents. So where did they come from? This question really bothered Darwin. And he acknowledged that he could give it “no satisfactory answer.” Nor can scientists today. The renowned biologist Eugene Koonin, of the National Center for Biotechnology Information, describes the abrupt appearance of the Cambrian animals and other organisms such as dinosaurs, birds, flowering plants and mammals as a pattern of “biological Big Bangs.” So what caused all these new forms of life to arise? That question leads to a second big doubt: the DNA enigma. In the 1950s, James Watson and Francis Crick made a startling discovery: The DNA molecule stores information as a four-character digital code. Strings of precisely sequenced chemicals inside the DNA helix store the instructions—the information—for building the crucial proteins that cells need to survive. Unless the chemical “letters” in the DNA text are sequenced properly, a protein molecule will not form. No proteins; no cells. No cells; no living organisms. Bill Gates has said, “DNA is like a software program.” Let’s think about that for a second. For computers to run faster and perform more functions, they require new code. Well, the same is true for life: To build new forms of life, the evolutionary process would need to produce new genetic information—new code. But this raises questions about the creative power of natural selection and mutation. Natural selection is a simple sorting process. Species keep favorable mutations that allow them to survive but eliminate bad mutations that cause their members to die out. No one doubts that natural selection is a real process and that it produces minor variations, but many biologists now doubt that it produces major innovations in biological form. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/evoluti...
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Ellen Degeneres: Be Kind to Everyone.
https://youtu.be/b1XDeBZDO-k
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Ellen and President George W. Bush were spotted laughing together at a football game and, predictably, leftists lost their minds. 🙄 Guess what: it's ok to have Republican friends. It's called tolerance. 💁♂️
Kanye: The Republican Party Freed the Slaves.
https://youtu.be/M2A4NAxRzdc
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Kanye knows. ☝️ Wake up, everybody!
Leftists Don't Value Tolerance.
https://youtu.be/tZe60oDAu5M
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Tolerance isn't a value of the left. Example A: Antifa
All I Want to Do Is Make Cookies.
https://youtu.be/JFsAkxzTFEs
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Most small businessmen have enough problems improving their product, marketing and meeting payroll. When Uncle Sam and his state and local cousins get involved, life and business invariably get harder. Common sense regulation benefits everyone. But there is a level of regulation that benefits no one – except bureaucrats. In this video, Joseph Semprevivo, founder and CEO of Joseph’s Lite Cookies, gives his not-so-sugar-coated account of how the government too often hinders much more than it helps.
Script: I own a small business with seven employees. We make cookies—but not just any cookies. We make sugar-free cookies that diabetics can eat. Actually, they’re so tasty, anyone can enjoy them. That was the inspiration that motivated me to start this business. You see, I am a diabetic myself. I have been one my whole life. If you think running a cookie company is fun and games, think again. I work a hundred hours a week—which isn’t unusual for small business owners. I make a nice living, but I’m not in it for the money. I love what I do. I’d better. My margins are very tight—around 1%. That means I have to sell a million dollars’ worth of cookies to make $10,000. Every penny counts—literally. That’s why I get so frustrated with government regulations. Now, let me be clear: some regulations are necessary—especially, for obvious reasons, in the food industry. But “necessary” and “excessive” are two entirely different things. Excessive, UN-necessary regulations soak up valuable hours of my time and my money for no good purpose. That 100 hours I work per week? I estimate 36 of them are spent on compliance issues alone. This keeps me away from activities that would help me grow my business—like sales and product development. And that keeps me away from hiring more people. My employees are like family to me. It’s that way with most small businesses. But it’s a struggle every single day. I could be more productive and feel a lot less anxiety if I didn’t have to fight my own government; or, should I say, governments—federal, state and local. I get the roads and the bridges and the national defense, but I don’t get why they have to be involved in every tiny aspect of my business, sometimes competing with each other as to who can make my life more difficult. For example, as a bakery, I’m under the jurisdiction of the Food and Drug Administration (FDA), the Department of Agriculture, and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA). I also have to deal with the state health agency. They all have different rules. If these rules contradict one another, it’s not their problem; it’s mine. A few years ago, the FDA inspector showed up for one of his random inspections. He noticed the door to the area in which we bake our cookies swung out as you walked in. He told me that was a code violation. The doors have to swing in. I had 30 days to fix it or I’d be fined thousands of dollars. I should note we have an air curtain between both rooms so no food particles can get in or out of the baking area. I pointed this out. The inspector was unmoved. A few months later, the inspector from the Ag Department shows up for one of his random inspections. He notices that the door swings in. Yes, I tell him. It does. It’s an FDA regulation. No, he tells me, it has to swing out. Fix it within 30 days, he says, or you’ll be fined. I started keeping two sets of doors: one that swings in for the FDA, and one that swings out for the Ag Department. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/all-i-w...
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