#history repeats

[2bpoliticallycurious]

History repeats | Michael de Adder

[alaydabug2]

Tag list: @paloma-ascends-into-hellfire @nowjumpinthewater @bookwormgirl123

History Repeats

Chapter one

The war is over. Everyone is happy. Years later, Biana is accepted as a councilor. Only then, does she realize she wants what she can't have. Dex Dizznee. She could step down so they could be together, but progress is finally being made with her on the Council. If she steps down, that could reset all the progress that was done. What will she do? Stay? Leave? Have this affair in secret? Will they end like Kenric and Oralie, two star crossed lovers who fate had different plans? Find out in this story.

(Biana Pov)

Biana stepped forward as her name was called. She was continuing the Vacker legacy. Becoming a Councilor!

Cheers from all of her friends and family came out all across the crowd. She looked out at all of them, keeping her head held high.

Scanning the faces, she could see the many past councilors of her family. Many of them were ancient. Most she hadn't met. Despite that, they were clapping and yelling for her.

Oralie had finally decided to step down as councilor. Many votes and nominations were made. It came as quite a shock to Biana when her name kept getting brought up again and again.

If it was anyone from her family, she thought it would've been Fitz. But no. After consideration from the other eleven councilors, she was approached by them and asked to take on the roll

Now here she was, in front of the entire elvin population, curtsying and accepting her circlet. The pressure was weighing on her now. What if she messed up.

As she scanned theo the crowd, Dex caught her eye. His grin was was so wide as he clapped for her. It made her face warm.

The circlet was placed on her head. She looked out at her people of the Lost Cities. She was a leader now. From a member of team Valiant to this.

She held her head high as councilor Emery announced, "Meet your world's new leader. Councilor Biana Vacker!"

[secular-jew]

Since 10-7, if you're like me, it's easy to lament the historical repetition of Islamic colonial oppression which others seem to be overtly ignoring.

Unfolding before our very eyes, in this generation, our generation. That which we thought -- unthinkable.

We are not the generation of our great grandparents. We are not the generation of economic depression and drought. We are not the generation of poverty and world war. We are not the generation of blood libel and property dispossession. We are not the generation of cattle cars and death camps. We are not the apathetic, naive generation. And mostly, we are NOT the generation of silence.

Never again meant what exactly?

Many discouraged colleagues have disconnected from social media. Gone underground for the most part. Hiding from exposure, doxxing, or worse.

We are living in an age of outspoken antisemitism reincarnate. 1930s Nazi propaganda has been effectively adopted by the Islamists, focused on Israel as a stepping stone to the re-colonization of Andalusia (Spain), the rest of Europe, and North America, also in their sites.

Highlighting Islamic oppression, jihad/terrorism has led to being cancelled, silenced and demonized on social media, the new technological ally of the Islamists. Our social media accounts frozen or closed-down entirely.

Exodus redux? Feels like wandering aimlessly in the dessert, similar to the ancients searching for Canaan, but without a guide.

Whatever one thinks about Tumblr, I can tell you from experience, that life is much worse on Facebook, LinkedIn, and Instagram, and much better on Twitter (X).

For instance, Zuckerturd has doubled down on censorship and overrun his site with state-sponsored "fact-checkers."

At the same time, Musk has held true to his word, reinstating banished voices who have taken on numerous global tyrants, almost single-handedly.

They say history repeats. But it doesn't need to be that way. We seem to be approaching the rubicon.

[huong1952]

huong1952: The Evacuees

I am not content with this life,

Waking up in the morning, overnight

Children's cries heard, somewhere

A stampede,

Bare footed people running,

Babies in mothers' arms,

The old and infirm pulled in carts.

Once in my motherland, there was a war

which left a bitter after taste,

The residues of chemicals that burnt

Deeper than napalms.

Today I see a trail of evacuees

Zigzagging like ants under rains of leaves,

An emergency, a death sentence,

Running from nowhere to nowhere

In a caged plot of land.

No, I am not content with this life,

Going to bed at night, waking up alive

To the sound of explosions

Elsewhere

Or right here, inside my heart.

Peace had become a dirty word soaked with blood.

Once in my motherland there were

Carpet bombings and revenge killings

By both sides,

Deadly rockets fell on trails of evacuees

Running from nowhere to nowhere

In a caged plot of land,

All in the name of peace.

I am alive, curse me! A survivor!

And I am not content with this life.

History brought back lessons of death,

But alas the hearts denied!

A life is a life,

A kill is a kill,

Intentional or not (who says not?).

I am alive

But the soul is gasping for understanding.

In this madness,

The human eyes are closed (not blinded),

Ears muffled (not deaf),

Hearts hardened like stones.

Only the earth, soaked with blood, moans,

When blistered feet of the innocents

Trample on...

[adecoysoul]

[ernestbruce]

State of Israel,

you are no different than the Nazi Germany who drove millions of Jewish people to humiliation, starvation, and death

Israel, YOU are the Nazis of our time

how did the Nazis of the 11930s and 40s end up?

watch yourself; you are retracing the path to alienation and extinction that your Nazi predecessors walked proudly a hundred years ago

a coalition of humanity and justice lovers is forming against you

dont be so sure that the West will not align with the Arab World to remove a common enemy

be smart, change your ways before the only option is your fiery removal

[henrysglock]

[Victor Creel voice] I was back to France—

[icubud]

[thunderblazer67]

🧑‍⚕️🍎: Once Again

A guy, A normal guy

Met u In your twenties, I was twelve.

You were like a spell, and I was compelled

Acted like twenty, to make an impression

Somehow you became my safe place,

my perfect dimension.

You gave me attention and reflection,

Taught me direction for deception.

Oh and how I remember of that you would listen

To my stories as a rebel with reckon,

Tales of my life as a high-school student.

With your eyes like tall mountains,

Full of mystery, full of despair

Yet calm like the Sea at nowhere.

But then you left me with no repair

And I try to find you in every boy, I swear.

Nevertheless, another was there,

With the same calm voice and soothing eyes.

He built me once again, made me feel like the top.

Made my life beautiful like apples and flowers,

And then he dropped my heart.

Once again I was left with no repair,

just the same lesson that I’ve not learned.

[alaydabug2]

Tag list: @paloma-ascends-into-hellfire @nowjumpinthewater @bookwormgirl123 @thishumanformislimiting @aspenaspenaspenaspenaspen

History Repeats

Chapter three

The war is over. Everyone is happy. Years later, Biana is accepted as a councilor. Only then, does she realize she wants what she can't have. Dex Dizznee. She could step down so they could be together, but progress is finally being made with her on the Council. If she steps down, that could reset all the progress that was done. What will she do? Stay? Leave? Have this affair in secret? Will they end like Kenric and Oralie, two star crossed lovers who fate had different plans? Find out in this story.

(Biana pov)

Biana watched as Dex desperately dashed away. That... was unexpected. Pieces wanted to click together in her mind, but she couldn't let them. That would complicate way too many things. Things she could not be able to even dream of happening now she was councilor.

The best thing she could do now was pretend this encounter had never happened. She had a meeting in the morning with the rest of the council to discuss how she wanted to improve the lost cities. She needed to get her rest.

Rest never came. She kept tossing and turning all night at how the day could have gone if she hadn't been chosen for the council. Would she still feel a deep ache inside of her that she had now? Could Dex have asked her out? Would she have said yes.

The more she thought about it... the more she realized she wouldn't be apposed to the idea.

Her and Dex have had an interesting dynamic throughout their time, knowing each other. He had always been in the background of the gossip circles at school. The, quote unquote, 'weird Dizznee child'.

She had never paid much attention, really. Not until Sophie came along. Even then, Dex had seemed to hold a resentment to her family. It took her a while to realize that was because everyone thought the Vackers were perfect. Meanwhile, the Dizznees were outcasts in society.

After getting over that barrier, they just seemed to... click.

She found that he was quite charming and a gentleman. She found what he could do interesting. Slowly, they started to lean on each other when they didn't get picked to go out on missions.

Biana realized... she wasn't against the idea that he might've asked her out. Oftentimes, she wondered over the years, but things were too hectic to worry about those things.

Her alarm blared. Sleep had not been on her side. She spent most of the night wrapped up in her own thoughts.

Biana got out of the plush, canopied bed and padded across the pink carpeted floor. Naturally, she had inherited Oralie's castle after she had resigned. They had similar tastes- shocker -so Biana hadn't made many changes to it.

Many things had been left behind. When she tried to return it, Oralie told her she could keep it all. She had asked how much she took with her. Turns out it wasn't much.

Oralie had moved to an estate in a medow. Biana had visited once to help her get settled. Much to her surprise, Oralie had ditched all of her frilly gowns. She resembled more of, what Sophie had shown her, Little House on the Prarie.

None of it was necessarily bad. Biana just wondered why the sudden change. At one point, she had asked.

The awnser she was met with was, "I want to forget the past."

That hurt Biana's heart. She knew she had meant Kenric.

Biana reached the closet. She decided on one of the big purple dresses that had been left behind. It really was gorgeous.

Once she was finished getting ready, she headed to the main building of Enternalia. That's where the meeting would be.

Her heels clicked across the crystal floor. It echoed off the walls. She found the silence eerie. Especially since she was the first one to arrive at the meeting room.

Bronte was the next one in. He paused when he saw Biana already in her seat.

He bowed at her. "Councilor Biana. Punctual, I see. I knew you were voted in for a reason. I'm eager to see what direction you'd like to take the Lost Cities."

She got out of her seat to curtsy. "Thank you, Councilor Bronte. It's an honor to be able to be here."

rest of the Council arrived shortly. When everyone was ready, she got up to present her ideas.

She cleared her throat. "Hello, everyone. I want to say I am thrilled to be able to be here with you today. You all picked me because we need change in the Lost Cities. I hope you all are able to keep an open mind as I tell you these."

Most of the Council seemed ready to hear her out, as she explained changes that needed to be done. However, a few interrupted multiple times in objections. After the fifth time Alina interrupted her speech, Bronte had to shut her down.

Some of the topics included the talentless, matchmaking, and pyrokinesis. Majority of them heard her out. A select few, however, were scowling the whole time.

She sat back down once she was finished, quite pleased with herself. Twenty-two eyes stared into her very soul. She wanted to cower, but she held her ground.

Eventually, Bronte spoke, "I think we could work with these. I'm sure your addition to the council will become invaluable."

[crybaby-tarnished]

"one...two...where's geralt?"

She questioned out loud. Seeing the twins. He was just here.

"Where's my red robe as well???"

Geralt had of course, run off with the cloak, and had stuffed it into his special hiding place under the stairs. It was a pretty color and it was soft... It was his now.

He slunk back out secretly and stood behind Nouma, acting completely innocent.

[peace-and-light-poetry]

History Repeats

She thought back to her school days And what she's learned there, in the classroom And what she's had to learn on her own

Some memories came back

She recalled the slave trade The genocides, the wars, and the failures Much of the everything

Things people said were "long ago"

It wasn't "long ago" To her, it was 30 minutes ago Knowing history made her more upset

It wasn't "long ago" No, how could it be "long ago"?

The patterns are reoccurring And some things just never left (just painted with a different shade)

Images of the past Interpsersed with goings of the present

They didn't know And, thus, they replicate the patterns

Those who did, as she could see, Actively tried to deny it

Keeping things the same in another shade

An ugly truth Some things never left And the patterns were reoccurring

It wasn't "long ago" Some things she's learned in the classroom And some things on her own

It may as well have been 30 minutes ago

[alaydabug2]

Tag list: @sparklenarniawizard @thoughtlescat

History Repeats

Chapter One

The war is over. Everyone is happy. Years later, Biana is accepted as a councilor. Only then, does she realize she wants what she can't have. Dex Dizznee. She could step down so they could be together, but progress is finally being made with her on the Council. If she steps down, that could reset all the progress that was done. What will she do? Stay? Leave? Have this affair in secret? Will they end like Kenric and Oralie, two star crossed lovers who fate had different plans? Find out in this story.

(Biana Pov)

Biana stepped forward as her name was called. She was continuing the Vacker legacy. Becoming a Councilor!

Cheers from all of her friends and family came out all across the crowd. She looked out at all of them, keeping her head held high.

Scanning the faces, she could see the many past councilors of her family. Many of them were ancient. Most she hadn't met. Despite that, they were clapping and yelling for her.

Oralie had finally decided to step down as councilor. Many votes and nominations were made. It came as quite a shock to Biana when her name kept getting brought up again and again.

If it was anyone from her family, she thought it would've been Fitz. But no. After consideration from the other eleven councilors, she was approached by them and asked to take on the roll

Now here she was, in front of the entire elvin population, curtsying and accepting her circlet. The pressure was weighing on her now. What if she messed up.

As she scanned theo the crowd, Dex caught her eye. His grin was was so wide as he clapped for her. It made her face warm.

The circlet was placed on her head. She looked out at her people of the Lost Cities. She was a leader now. From a member of team Valiant to this.

She held her head high as councilor Emery announced, "Meet your world's new leader. Councilor Biana Vacker!"

[kree8r0]

Why fascism always appears in economically struggling countries.

When people suffer from economic struggles, particularly over a prolonged period, they become desperate for someone to step up to the plate and offer solutions they cannot devise for themselves. People become conditioned through desperation for a strong leader to take charge and “lead the way to prosperity.” Desperation causes people to lose perspective, while critical thinking skills suffer…

[doom-ocean]

Speaking of patterns.

[exoflash]

a concerning amount of witchblr will be like "um actually new years was stolen by europeans from the ancient god scroobus mcdoobus" and then you actually try to research scroobus mcdoobus and it turns out he was invented in the 1940s by a conspiracy theorist who powdered every meal with ketamine and thinks that queer people are reincarnated fish