#leman street

[solspina]

Where is a Line for Justice Drawn?

magnus the red ⋆˙⟡

a short little blurb i threw together while i was trying to lull myself to sleep last night! not heavily edited, so i apologize for any mistakes!

heresy is unforgivable, and magnus knows this better than anyone. psykers are heretics, and leman russ knows this better than anyone. the blood of the crimson lady and a young red skinned girl is the only way to pay the price.

warnings: major character death, child death, mentions of burning/heavy injury, angst and more angst, leman is very cruel

Pride will be the death of you.

Among his brothers, it was a common misconception that the pride of Magnus the Red lay solely in his power and knowledge of the unseen universe. They believed that he took the most pleasure from understanding things even the emperor didn’t, or took great joy in knowing more than the rest of them.

Their judgements were far from the truth, for it lay instead in the things they failed to see. His pride was a perfect two sided coin, one in which the sides belonged to different women respectively, none other than his wife and daughter. His brothers knew not of this, all of them besides Leman Russ.

Leman knew the truth. He knew where the sorcerer buried his deepest weakness, it was within that pathetic psyker of a wife and the vibrant red skin of his half divine daughter. He knew of the heresy that had been committed by Magnus upon prospero. He knew how to bring Magnus to his knees. He knew that Magnus feared him.

Perhaps that was how Magnus had gotten into the position he was in today.

His wife lay motionless on the floor, her pure white robes were bloodstained and dirty, an indication that she had tried to run away. An arrow was nestled carefully between her shoulder blades, penetrating her heart and pulling her away from life incredibly slowly.

Magnus knelt by his wife’s side, weeping ever so slightly as his heart shattered further with every passing second. He avoided the gaze of Leman who stood across the room. The crimson king’s infant daughter was still in the arms of the wolf, but her voice no longer cooed sweet nothings into her father’s ears or babbled at absolutely anything. Her skin, the same color as his, now paled in comparison to its once vibrant beauty. His child was lost, gone before she could ever say her first word or experience premonition.

Aside from the great king’s gentle sobs, the crackling of flames and the screaming of entire families could be heard outside. The noises, along with the suffocating smoke in the air, came from the streets of Prospero as it burned.

“One of them felt no pain, Magnus” Leman’s voice echoed across the room as he looked down upon the crimson skinned child, not a wound on her body. He didn’t want to know how she died. He wanted no knowledge of what the wolf did to his daughter. “The other, though…”

Bruises and small cuts had completely littered every inch of his wife’s perfect skin, a surface that Magnus used to caress with such gentleness and care. It was undeniable that she would put up a fight. Inevitable that she would try to run, only to be shot through her most vital organ of life the moment she made it into Magnus’ arms. Unavoidable that Leman would walk into the room immediately after the shot was fired, their daughter lifeless in his arms.

Even now, she clung to him with the last few moments of life she had within her. Her hands were placed upon the primarch’s shoulders as she shook in terror against him.

“Please” her voice trembled as tears spilled from her eyes. “I don’t want to die… I’m scared, Magnus…” Her expression was full of fear and her voice was barely above a whisper. He could tell from the way she looked at him that she was desperately seeking comfort, but he failed to grant her that wish. He wanted to reassure her, to tell that everything would be okay, but his words caught in his throat.

He was frozen, unable to process the gravity of the situation. He could not bear seeing her afraid like this, nor could he bring himself to lie to her. Helplessness washed over him like crashing waves, pulling him in and out of reality as he cradled her in his arms, one last time. “Magnus,” she spoke once more, her words weakened as she became tired, his own voice still failing him to speak. “I love you…”

In the blink of an eye, she was gone. An incredibly broken “I love you too” finally made it’s way out of his throat, but far too late for her to hear.

Leman laughed maniacally, sickeningly. “A death fit for a psyker.” He spat, venom and contempt dripped from his voice. He walked across the room with a chilling calmness, Magnus’ daughter cradled in his arms. With a grotesque mockery of calmness, Leman placed the lifeless baby gently in her cradle. He had covered the young girl with her blanket, creating a display as if she had merely been asleep. He was teasing the weeping crimson king with every action, the cruelty of the executioner in its most pure form.

“My work for father is done here” claimed the wolf, his teeth beared in a smile as he looked down upon the pathetic excuse for a sorcerer cradling his wife. “Heretics are to be executed, brother” Leman declared, his voice cold and unyielding. He before turned on his heels as he prepared to exit Magnus’ tower, his tattered cloak billowed behind him. “You should know better.” were his final, cutting words to the crimson king as he left him to drown in his grief. His beloved tower, once home to both his family and infinite pillars of knowledge, had come to feel like more of a tomb.

Magnus carefully removed his wife from the ground and placed her down on their bed, one they shared while she was alive, before making his way to the cradle his daughter lay in. He lifted her from her bed and away from the blankets that Leman had tainted with blood, the face of the babe was peaceful and serene despite all that had happened, despite her lack of life. He opted to lay the baby in the arms of his wife, allowing the only two things that mattered more than knowledge to appear together one final time. He looked upon them with sorrow, trying desperately to convince himself that the two of them were simply sleeping. It had just been a long day and they were tired, that’s all this was.

His hands trembled as he caressed the baby’s cheek, her face illuminated by the bright orange flames that raged outside. He lay his own body next to the two women, one arm over the both of them. He spoke to them, sharing with them stories and knowledge that even humanity had not yet touched, they never would. Prospero burned, and the unrelenting flames would not cease.

Perhaps it was not selfish for the primarch to allow himself the liberty of dying next to his wife and daughter. The flames that burned his skin could never match the warmth the girls used to provide when they lived, and he’d take every ounce of the fading heat until he emitted none of his own.

Would it be selfish to become the monster that Leman had suspected? Would it be selfish to wish for change?

[blueiscoool]

The Statue Head of Hygieia Found Stuck Between Two Rocks in Turkey

A 2100-year-old statue head of the Hygieia (Health) Goddess was found during the excavations in the ancient city of Laodikeia in Pamukkale, Denizli, southwestern Türkiye.

Laodikeia is situated in a geographical location on the south side of the Lycus River, 6 km north of Denizli. Laodikeia was the most famous and influential city in the 1st century B.C. The remains of the city are dated from this era.

The city was called ”Laodikeia on the edge of the Lycus” in ancient sources. According to other ancient sources, the city was founded by Antiochus II in 263-261 BC and named after Antiochos’ wife. The Romans made the city the center of Kybira’s conventus (Golhisar-Horzum) because of the geographical setting.

It encompasses the largest stadium in Anatolia, two theaters, four baths, five agoras, five fountains (nymphaeums), long colonnaded streets, impressive temples, and a myriad of churches and basilicas.

Earthquakes often plagued the town, and in 494 AD, a massive quake severely crippled the city. A further earthquake between 602-610 and an increasing threat from Arab raids led to the eventual abandonment of the city.

The excavations in the ancient city of Laodikeia are under the supervision of Pamukkale University Archaeology Department lecturer Prof. Dr. Celal Şimşek continues under the presidency.

Hygeia was the ancient Greek goddess of health. She gave her name to the philosophy of hygiene. Hygeia was a young goddess, daughter and chief attendant to Asklepios, the god of medicine. She was in charge of cleanliness and how to live a long life (preventive medicine).

In classical sculpture she was often shown holding or feeding a large snake (the symbol of Asklepion medicine) in her arms. Statues of Hygeia were erected in all the major healing centres sited in the temples of Asklepios. Her primary temples were in Epidaurus, Corinth, Cos and Pergamon.

By Leman Altuntaş.

[hmshermitcraft]

So.

When the hero Angel (or, one Skizz Leman) loses his job, he doesn't really expect much. A return to normal civilian life, a normal job, an escape from the shitty workplace environment that he really should've left years ago but by then it was all he knew how to do, and anyways it paid enough to live, and at that, live... well. He'd say live comfortably, but actually, he's pretty sure said shitty workplace environment was making that impossible.

So, really, he should've been glad when he yelled at an invasive reporter on live television (they were being rude! and nosy! and quite frankly crossing a lot of boundaries! not to mention he'd had a long day, and had already been heading home when they just... stopped him in the middle of the street) and then, about half an hour later, was fired.

But he wasn't. Instead he was stressed out of his mind in the safety of his own home, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do now. He hadn't had a normal job in five years! And he couldn't exactly have that random gap in his resume that came from the secrecy of being a "professional" hero.

Not that he'd ever kept that secret very well. From the beginning of his career, one person knew of his identity as Angel; the known vigilante Geoshock, AKA his best friend Impulse St. Valentine. They'd pretty much always known each other's identities. And pretty soon, that spread to most of the small, organized group of vigilantes Impulse was part of, known by the media as the "Lifers". None of them are really sure why they're called that, but they are, and anyways it's probably better than the names any of them could come up with ("Scar, no, we are not calling this group that name"), so they kept it.

Anyways, point is, they all eventually learned each others' civilian identities, and Skizz ended up as kind of an... honorary member, of sorts. They had a mutual agreement to avoid fights with each other.

So when Skizz got fired, he should've expected Impulse to invite him to join the group in their little, to quote Grian, "illegal heroism". But he didn't expect it-- of course, he was still overjoyed, and did, in fact, join the group, but he didn't expect it.

Their first step was to get Skizz a new name for those non-aveage-civilian activities. He'd never really liked "Angel", anyways-- it's what the hero organization chose for him. Something something, "his shapeshifting and main form with the feathery white wings and bright blue halo of eyes, combined with his selfless personality, is truly befitting of an angel", something something.

Well, Skizz thinks he deserves to be a little selfish, doesn't he? It's what the others tell him every day; Geoshock with his little gifts, and King with his words of praise, and Corpse Flower with their snarky but affectionate jabs, and... well, the list goes on, really. If he wanted to talk about everyone, he'd be here all night!

First step in learning to be selfish, he guesses, is choosing his own name (he's known that for a while, ever since he was seventeen years old, going from Ally to Skizz with the help of his older sister, but he doesn't think he's felt that freedom in a long time). He decides to go with Ender. It's not permanent; he'll probably change it when he finds something better, but that's the beauty of it, isn't it? Having the ability to change it? It's what he's always liked about his shapeshifting; it's what the hero organization tried to stifle, keeping him bound through fear of consequences to one form while on the job (and off it, too). He'd almost forgotten how to change to anything else.

But, slowly, surely, the other Lifers are helping him gain that back.

(this is just my lil hero au that I'm writing a fic for, except I made it poly lifers (except for Lizzie because she and Skizz are siblings in this au). also all non-civilian names except for skizz's are placeholders, this au is a wip)

He never realised how trapped he was in that hero role. It even dictated who he could speak to, it's part of why he was amazed Impulse reached out. Skizz hadn't been the best friend since becoming a hero, wouldn't be good to be seen with a vigilante...

Impulse's forgiveness feels like more than he deserves. He's determined to make it up to him (whether Skizz manages before Impulse makes him realise all the abuses of power he suffered... That's another matter.)

But joining the Lifers? Man, they live up to their name. Skizz has never felt so alive before! He feels like- like a kid in a playground. He's having fun again! He's helping people because he wants to, not just 'cause they pay for it.

All this... It feels like a family. He had no idea how he survived without them for so long.

[sharenadraculea]

Planetswap-AU Outline!

Finally manged to finish the backstory-outlines for my planetswap-au!

I Lion El‘Johnson (Olympia): The tyrant of Lochos received a vision that a child from the sky would take his throne and so he ordered his servants to kill the infant. But instead they gave the baby to a huntress, who went on to raise him as a girl. Many years later she meets Calliphone, the princess of Lochos who ran away, and while they slowly fell in love, they started planning the revolution. 

III Fulgrim (Barbarus): Beeing captured by the tyrannical overlord Necare, Fulgrim spent his whole life in a tower on the highest mountain of Barbarus. While beeing forced to work for Necare, the toxic atmosphere slowly but surely did irreversible damage to his lungs. When the Emporer finally came to Barbarus, Fulgrim was closer to death than live, and even after leaving the planet, he is in dire need of medical treatment.

IV Perturabo (Baal Secundus): Perturabos pod was found by the mutants living in the desert and they raised him as one of their own. And seeing their suffering, he wanted to help. And he managed to, building houses and trying to improve medicine. 

V Jagathai Dorn (Inwit): The young Jaghatai was found by the patriarch of the house Dorn. Growing up amongst the feuding houses he soon learned the in and outs of both politics and polite society and became a master of artic warfare. It didn‘t take long for him to conquer the whole world and so he set to the stars, soon having taken over the whole of the Inwit-cluster. 

VI Leman (Prospero): After landing in the desert of Prospero, the planets psykic jackels led the infant to the city of Tizca. Roaming it‘s streets, Leman finally found a home in the cities great library. He learned the place of every book and despite beeing of great help to the people of Prospero, he always felt like a outsider due to his inability to use magic. 

VII Rogal (Cthonia): Rogal was found by one of Cthonias many gang-leaders, who quickly came to treat him as her own son. As the young primarch grew up, he realized what his mother was actually doing and in a fit of rage accidentally killed her. Terrified of what he did, Rogal ran away and hid out until the emporer arrived. 

VIII Konrad (Caliban): There are many strage creatures in the depth of Calibans forest and one of them is the Lady of the Lake. As beautifull as she is deadly and often accompanied by the Watchers in the Dark, she may help those mortals brave or foolish enough to seek her out. But if they are deemed unworthy, they may loose their heart to her. 

IX Sanguinius Khan (Chogoris/Mundus Plannus): Raised by a tribal leader, Sanguinius had a happy childhood until his father was killed by a enemy tribe. Gathering his own army, he set out for revenge and once he tasted blood, there was no going back. With both fear and diplomacy he united the warring tribes of the steppe, attracting the attention of the planets empires who soon managed to capture him. The day of his supposed execution, he killed the local emporer and fought his way back out, soon taking over the whole planet. 

X Ferrus Manus (Terra): Ferrus was raised by the Emporer himself or more accuratly, it was Malcador who did most of it. He traveled the stars ever since he was young and no, the Emporer definetly did not loose a teenage Ferrus, leading to him slaying a necron construct which coated his arms in living metal. 

XII Angron Guilliman (Macragge): Angron was raised by loving parents and had a very happy childhood. Thanks to his empathy-powers he came to greatly care about regular humans and so started to improve live for everyone. He also introduced proper democracy to Ultramar and started adopting every stray cat he meets. 

XIII Roboute (Deliverance/Lycaeus): Roboute grew up in the shadows, always hiding from the prison guards and helping prepare the slaves for the revolution. But it didn‘t work forever and he was caught. The sadistic guards were fascinated by the strange boy who was too big and healed too fast. But even after he escaped and the revolution suceeded, Roboute would never be the same again and still struggles to speak. 

XIV Mortarion (Colchis): When a especially bad drought hit Colchis, multiple children were sacrificed to their god of nature. Little Mortarion was the only one to return, no longer human and never to grow up.

XV Magnus the Red (Nocturne): Nocturne has always been a unstable planet, the myriad of vulvanos and lavafields forcing it‘s inhabitants to constantly move. The young Magnus soon realized that he had the power to controll both fire and the earth itself. He learned how to fight the planets vulcanos and turned the deathworld into a much more hospitable place. 

XVI Horus (Nuceria): Horus was lucky: the high-rider who found him decided to keep him instead of throwing the child into the figthing pits. He grew up in luxury and later used his influence not to improve live for everyone but to have good time, doing drugs and playing gladiator. To him it was just a game, afterall he is a primarch, he wouldn‘t loose. 

XVII Lorgar (Medusa): Lorgar grew up in a secluded monestary high in Medusas mountains. As she got older, she realized that she is not a man, which led to her beeing kicked out of the monestary. Wandering the lands she had to learn who she actually is and find a more healthy relationship to her religion,

XVIII Vulkan of the Russ (Fenris): Vulkan was found by a young dragon, who miraculously didn‘t kill the infant, instead taking care of the young boy. As he got older, his interest in humans grew until he decided to join the nearby human village. Quickly discovering his talent as a smith and warrior -as well as a love for everything shiny- he became the leader of his people.

XIX Corvus Corax (Chemos, kind of): Corvus landed on the planet of Chemos, but they didn‘t stay there for long: harlequins found the infant wandering about and after a bit of godly intervention accepted the infant as one of their own. They learned the harlequins dances and stories, how to use eldar weaponery and about Cegorachs mysterious plans as they travelled the webway. And for the story to advance, they need to leave their adoptive family… at least for now. 

XX Alpharius and Omegon (Nostramo): While they landed on a absolutly horrible planet, they were together. Speaking a language only the two of them can understand, they did their best to survive as so many street urchins did, and maybe improve that hellhole of a planet. 

[relax-and-read-on]

Hi! I'm not dead!

Just had a busy, BUSY year on my head, with little to no time for this blog except for my fanfic update and the queue. So, time for a lil update, and a fanfic recap of 2024!

Hi, I'm Math! I still love warhammer, but I am branching out to other fandom slowly but certainly! I am also publishing original work, both online and IRL. No, yall with not get my IRL stuff. I adore writing more than anything, and in spite of a capricious mental health for the last year (yeah, that's not fun), I still manage! Here are my last year fanfic work:

Counting Stars: the sequel to my soulmate au!!!!! Oh my GOD I was happy to publish to one!!!! My soulmate au is still probably my favorite fanfic I ever wrote, and I cannot be more proud. This one is also super interesting, because it's Mort interacting with various chaos people! So far we have only seen Lorgar, but Fulgrim, Perty and Magnus are incomming.... and a Certain favorite doctor of mine ;)

Supraglottoplasty (softening the larynx): My lord. That fucking fic is probably the most explicot thing I have ever done lmaooo. Fabius fuck eidolon in a neck wound. They are both happy. First fic with that pairing on ao3 lmao!! It was a delight to write

Tender is The Flesh: .... Ngl, this is my *best* writing. Ever. I'm almost mad that it's a fanfic. It's a horror story about Sang comming back to life. It's.... Well. It sure is gory!!! A lot of people loved it, and it was a gift for a dear friend, Allyria. Only took two years to write lmao

Agency: Updated with the Ferrus chapter!!! Oh my god the people were HAPPY about that one, and so was I!!!! I truly loved that fic, and while it is still ongoing, it's slowly reaching conclusion! Aaaaaaah!!!

Northern Lights: My summer fic exchange fic!! T4T Lorgar/Leman and oh my god is it a tender and sweet fiiiiiic. I loved writing it so much :D! Very funny tho that me and LepetitMonstre got each others and basically wrote the same theme. Two cakes!!!

A different Perspective: The Uriel/Honsou arranged marriaged fic!!!! Gaaaaasp! Yes, I did update it, with 50% more terrible SM cooking, and IW home improvement! Fics are never abandoned with, just on long hiatus. Honsou is so insanely fun to write yall. Feral little fuck. https://archiveofourown.org/works/38956062/chapters/97428954

We are going in a different fandom.... The Mothwashing fandom!!! A Jim/Curly medical-ish non-con fic, with a lot of self hatred and weird ugly feels. I love it. If you want some good angst, try it!

40k's Dracula: The spiritual sequel to my Phantom of the Opera au. Primarch, but it's epistolary Dracula! Oh my! How scandalous!!! It's also super fucking gay, not a straight to be seen. Special mention to Amit, who I have written for the first time and is an adorable grumpy vampire!

In Absence: and finally.... My original work. Technically posted in 2025, but started in 2024. It's on Royal Road, because it's not fanwork and I wouldn't do that to Ao3. It's basically a grimdark Isekai, about a poor woman falling into a fantasy world, and realising that death means nothing in it. It just started and will be quite long, but it has all my usual themes, like violence, sadness, and Mysterious Hot Queer People who will Ruin Your Life. It would mean the world to me if you give it a try!

So, that's it! That's what I did, for the year 2024, and I am more than happy to share it with you, and so much more for 2025!!!!

[shippingeruri]

I totally forgot to share the update here >_>

Chapter 20 of Dirt & Velvet: Preparations

Summary

Previous Chapter: Erwin and Levi spend uninterrupted time at Miss Nanaba's.

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While Leman Street prepares to catch the Throat Slasher, Levi tries to be rational. But Erwin makes it incredibly hard for him.

Dirt & Velvet

Eruri fanfic

Victorian Age crime AU

slowburn

AoT cast

worldbuilding

plot-heavy

explicit content

Chapter 1 of Dirt & Velvet: Goodbye

[corpyburd]

Best Leman Street dead room - ever🔬😘

[shootertron-stuff]

Survivors of Rogal Dorn's and the surviving loyalist Primarchs' genocides living in the Eye of Terror happily abusing and defacing effigies of the behated Great Evil.

(Tbh most of those people didn't have a choice in which faction they supported during the Imperial Civil War because they were slaves or living under authoritarian regimes, but they all got punished the same because "they were all contributing to the war effort in some way" - whether it was as farmers, manufactorum workers, supply ship crew...)

Children smacking a paper mache Roboute Guilliman pinata that only vaguely looks like him until candy falls out.

Street vendor offering raw dough shaped like Rogal Dorn. Customers pay to lower Dorn into a vat of hot oil.

Members of a farming community tossing rotten apples at a burlap Lion El'Johnson, trying to knock him into a pool of water.

Garment workers strapping Corvus Corax to a bundle of fireworks in the middle of the workers' dormitory plaza and sending him flying.

Poured plaster Jaghatai Khan crash test dummy placed into a junker car and propelled into a concrete wall with rockets. He is quickly reduced to powder.

Leman Russ effigy being filled with meat jerky and thrown to a pack of dogs.

Kebab restaurant serving up ground meat shaped into the figure of a man on a stick. Supposedly Vulkan. The effigy is very spicy.

If destroying an effigy isn't enough, on major holidays you can get paper flags with the emblems of different Imperial factions to set on fire.

[qnewsau]

Henny Spaghetti's response to being slapped by a fan

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/henny-spaghettis-response-to-being-slapped-by-a-fan/

Henny Spaghetti's response to being slapped by a fan

Each month, we ask local entertainers to spill the tea about themselves, their craft and the local scene. This month it’s Brisbane queen Henny Spaghetti. 

She chats with us about going viral, being an AFAB queen and what she did when slapped by a fan.

The first time I did drag was…

in 2017! It was in a now long-gone gay bar right on the main street of Surfers Paradise in the Gold Coast! 

I would describe my drag as…

Glamour clown who loves comfortable footwear.

My best skill in being a drag performer is…

I think it’s my lip-syncing and my musicality. I love performing to a song as a whole, not just basing my movement off of the lyrics or the music but the little flourishes and extra details that artists put into their songs!

Something people don’t know about doing drag is…

It’s harder than it looks and it feels better than anything in the world. 

The Brisbane drag scene is…

Overflowing with genuine talent, the level of quality here is unbelievable. We have to love doing drag up here, it’s too hot to do it and not love it.

RuPauls’ Drag Race is...

An excellent tool that has exposed drag to the world. But something that needs to catch up with the times.

My family’s reaction to me doing drag was…

Definitely a few questions. I started when I was living at home and it was just the make up side of things that was probably the most startling, especially with how I used to look. The performance side of things seemed to make sense to them though, put the money they put into my after-school theatre classes to use.

On being an AFAB queen

Being referred to as an Assigned Female at Birth (AFAB) queen is….

More interesting now than when I started. I find that its use can come across really clinical and I don’t think it really is needed as a term any more. 

I find you’re witnessing someone who is a drag queen, being a drag queen itself is a queer act and a parody of societal expectations of “womanhood”. 

Why do people need to know what’s on my birth certificate to enjoy me wearing a wig, 20000kg of makeup, and lip-syncing to an INXS saxophone solo at 9:30 pm on a Thursday.

What people don’t realise about being an AFAB queen is… 

There still is a huge bias and stigma against it. It extends deeply to the drag king community too.

Other queens

My drag heroes are…

The pinnacle of course is Roxxxy Andrews, drag perfection. Other huge influences are my good-hosting sisters Mandy Moobs and Shanny T-Bone. Then there are other legends like Landon Cider, Tenderoni, Aunty Chan, Meatball, Tony Soto, Bailey J Mills, Sasha Velour, Sasha Colby (duh), Shea Couleé. I could truly go on forever.

The drag performer who deserves more attention is…

I’m gonna list some Australian superstars who are simply superstars: Gogo Bumhole, Lynduhh, Dolly Kicks, Ladybird, Space Horse, The Birthday Girl, Donna Kebab, Missy Matrix. Again another list, and again I could go on forever!

The drag performer I’d hate to live with would be...

I’ve only ever lived out of home with other drag queens, it’s not too bad! I’d hate to live with LuLu Lemans, all of her drag is so nice and organised! I felt like I was in a museum when I saw her drag room.

Her performances

Going viral for performing The White Lotus theme was…

Really unexpected and really funny! I came up with it that day and posted on the app formerly known as Twitter whether or not I should perform it as a joke and I did! The biggest shock was the angry Americans in the comments saying I deserved to be tipped for it. When I told them that my PayPal was in my Instagram bio and they could tip me there, the only people that did were Aussies!

@hennyspaghetti The gays just know how to do stuff! #whitelotus #whitelotusseason2 #fyp #drag #dragqueen #jennifercoolidge ♬ Renaissance (Main Title Theme) [from “The White Lotus: Season 2”] – Cristobal Tapia De Veer

My favourite performance ever was...

This year at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival! For the last four years I have played Donkey in Swamplesque which is a parody burlesque show based on a beloved film about an Ogre finding out he has layers. We’ve been lucky enough to tour the show post covid and this year we performed in Melbourne Town Hall for the comedy festival. It was truly a dream come true and the audience was over 900 people strong and you could feel the energy in the room even from backstage! 

My favourite song to perform is…

Total Eclipse of the Heart but it has to be the Glee Version.

The worst thing someone in the audience has done was…

After a show I was taking photos with audience members and this one group were taking their sweet time getting everyone sorted, so I jokingly pretended to be asleep. One of the women in the group came up and slapped me! I’ve never moved faster than to grab her hand and say “What makes you think you can do that to someone, yet alone a drag queen in a donkey costume!”. She was rather shaken, as was I. I still took the photo though.

One message I have for our community is… 

GO OUT! HAVE FUN! COME SEE THE DRAG SHOWS! There is no show with no audience! Brisbane has such incredible, diverse and TALENTED drag performers! It is a disservice to yourself to not go and see what it’s all about.

You can follow @hennyspaghetti on Instagram.

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REPORTAGE

#MediaToo & The Crisis in British Journalism

Truby’s Truth – How Murdoch Made Dan Wootton into a Monster

All Alex Truby wanted to find was the washing powder. Instead, he says, he found the key to a scandal now rocking the British media

Tom Latchem and Dan Evans

1 August 2023

Alex Truby

Alex Truby is the former partner of GB News’ biggest ratings-puller Dan Wootton – the New Zealand journalist who has made a career out of invading private lives and passing public judgement for big bucks.

From Prince Harry and Meghan Markle to Johnny Depp and Amber Heard; from Philip Schofield to pop star Duncan James and the late, tragic Caroline Flack, Wootton was Rupert Murdoch’s celebrity attack dog for more than a decade.

So, when instead of cleaning his clothes one fateful day in 2012, Mr Truby happened, he says, upon Wootton’s own dirty laundry, his conscience simply would not let him take the easy path of turning a blind eye – as many others have done since.

In his first ever interview, Mr Truby – gently spoken and determined, with a pronounced sense of fair play – relates the events that led to Byline Times’ special three-year investigation being published last month. This newspaper’s reports have exposed Wootton as a serial sexual catfisher, blackmailer and prolific workplace bully – all of which the presenter denies.

Byline Times has asked his representatives on numerous occasions to confirm or deny whether Dan Wootton is, or is connected to, ‘Martin Branning’ but it has received no response.

But for Alex Truby, it all began behind the big double doors of the laundry cupboard in Dan Wootton’s former one-bedroom flat on Leman Street in London’s sought-after E1 postcode.

A Cat-Sitting Discovery

“I was cat-sitting for Dan while he was on holiday in New Zealand,” Mr Truby explains. “One day, I was doing some laundry – I was looking for the dosing ball for the washing up powder, and put my hand down the side of the washing machine. And there was a holdall, rammed down there.”

Intrigued and suspicious, Mr Truby says he pulled at the black nylon and found the bag zipped and secured.

“I could tell it had stuff in it,” he says. “It wasn’t just an unused sports bag or something – and my immediate reaction was that it was hiding something. So I pulled it out completely and found there was a little travel padlock where the holes in the zips met.

“And so I thought, ‘okay, this is weird’. And because it was a flexible bag, I crumpled it to get the zip open wide enough to get my hand fully inside. And I started pulling stuff out.”

Among other personal items, Mr Truby says he found computer storage drives.

“There were also two external hard drives,” he says. “And I was very interested in those. I plugged one in and there was one file I was drawn to because I recognised the name as someone who was a friend of Dan’s.

“I started to dig into this one folder and there was a video and a text file, which I opened first. It was the transcripts of an MSN Messenger conversation between two people. One was Martin Branning, whose name I’d never heard before, and the other was the boyfriend of the person whose name was on the file.

“The transcript was between the boyfriend and Martin Branning. Branning was introducing himself as someone who was interested in making some sexual content. The transcript was essentially persuading [the boyfriend] to make this video, without the consent of his partner, if necessary.”

He adds: “The video file was exactly what I expected based on the transcripts. It was a wide shot of a bed from a camera put up high in order, I immediately thought, for it not to be seen. It was of [the two people] having sex. And I took it from the video that [Wootton’s target] had no knowledge or consent of that being made at all.”

At the time, Mr Truby had been in a relationship with Wootton on-and-off for about three years. He says he was stunned by the discovery.

“I had always known Dan was obsessive about this person and I had never found it healthy,” Mr Truby told Byline Times. “My immediate gut reaction was that ‘Martin Branning’ did not exist. It didn’t make sense. How could it have come into Dan’s possession? And I knew that Dan was already obsessive about [the target].

“I knew Dan was Branning and that he had manipulated [the partner] into making the video. I felt sick to my stomach. Dan was my boyfriend. I was horrified.

“And when Dan came back to the UK, I confronted him about it. He didn’t even try to deny it. I said to him ‘Martin Branning doesn’t exist – it’s you!’ And he fell on his knees and said ‘I’m sorry. I’m really f****d up. I can’t help it’.

“It was him. He did it. And from that day, I have known 100% that Martin Branning does not exist – he is just a name and an MSN account and email that Dan has been using to fix stuff for himself.”

The revelation marked the beginning of the end of a relationship that limped on for another year but never recovered from what Mr Truby regards as a terrible betrayal, both of those in the film and himself.

“I stayed with him because Dan emotionally blackmailed me all the time,” he explains. “Whenever I tried to leave, he would say I was deserting him at a time of crisis. He controlled me. He watched and monitored me. I caught him accessing my emails and snooping on my social media. I feared him.”

‘It Enabled the Worst Parts of Him and Amplified Them’

It wasn’t always this way. When Alex Truby first met Wootton – three years his junior – as a fresh-faced 23-year-old in London, they quickly became friends.

Wootton was still a journalistic green-horn, freshly arrived from New Zealand and working for the television industry magazine Broadcast. Mr Truby was still embarking on his own career. Everything was possible for them and they became close friends.

But after a couple of years knowing each other platonically, and as Truby’s relationship with a man he describes “as at that time the love of my life” ran into trouble, he says Wootton began to pressurise him for more.

“I thought Dan was my best mate,” he says. “But he put me under immediate pressure to move things forward with him. I was asking for time and space, but I got ultimatums. I was put in a position. He said ‘we either get together or I’m gone from your life completely’.

“I was vulnerable. I had just lost what I thought was the love of my life, and suddenly I was going to lose my best mate too. I didn’t even have time to grieve the relationship. I just found myself tumbling into this relationship with Dan.”

Mr Truby says the change in Wootton once he left Broadcast in 2007 for Rupert Murdoch’s most-feared tabloid, the now-defunct News of the World, was profound.

“When I first met him, the biggest stories he did were about who picked up TV rights for this or that show,” he says. “It was very different to the News of the World. But working for Murdoch, that environment – which was very ruthless, very cut-throat, very competitive for the biggest stories – changed him. It enabled the worst parts of him and amplified them.

“He was so driven by the pressure there that, after a while, it was everything. He became one of their biggest-ever performers, getting all these splashes [front pages]. He would get very angry if he ever felt screwed over on a story. He would make moves against colleagues to stop them from sharing bylines with him – if he ever had to share credit for a story, he wouldn’t like it. He got mad about it.

“He was very, very, very focused on getting his name on the front page of the News the World, week after week, as many times as he could possibly get it on there. And his bosses loved him for that and rewarded it.

“The toxicity of that paper, which everyone knows about now it has shut down, probably did push him into employing bad tactics. But I think, by nature, you’re either capable of that kind of level of ruthlessness or not. Something came together there. There was pressure and, because of his ambition, he was capable of it.”

Wootton’s growing power at the then most-read newspaper in the English-speaking world led to practices which Mr Truby now regards as potentially corrupt and which gave Wootton the financial power to further his own interests.

“Dan had the News of the World pay money to my bank account as a ‘source’ an absolute minimum of 10 times,” he says. “He told me it was for his actual sources, and I knew his boss knew who I was, so I didn’t question it too much. It was never life-changing sums – always hundreds not thousands, but still big lumps.

“I didn’t really understand his world – I just thought it was a normal thing for reporters to do sometimes in order to protect people’s confidences. I would give the money to him and I don’t know what happened to it after that. He had other friends who’d do it for him too.”

‘To Try and Paint Me as Abusive is Abusive’

When the News of the World shut down in disgrace in 2011 amid the phone-hacking scandal, Wootton moved first to the Daily Mail as an “editor-at-large” before returning to the Murdoch fold with The Sun titles.

He eventually moved on from The Sun in 2021 after falling out with editor Victoria Newton and found himself at GB News where, Mr Truby says, he turned his back on a long background of left-leaning personal politics.

“When I knew him, his politics were centre-to-centre-left,” he says. “He was always so proud that one of his first breaks was interviewing Helen Clark when she was a Labour Prime Minister in New Zealand. Dan comes from a family of liberal people. His family are educators. When I knew him, his politics were the same as theirs. I never got an inkling from him that he would ever align himself with the hard-right.

“I think he is faking it on GB News for the money and because he burnt so many bridges in the mainstream media.”

Mr Truby looks back with regrets on the four years from 2009 to 2013 he spent with Wootton.

“I wish I’d been braver,” he told Byline Times. “I wish I’d walked away sooner. I wish I hadn’t given him so much of what should have been an amazing part of my life. However, I did. And I’m over it. I’m not here for some kind of personal revenge against Dan or for how I was mistreated. I’m not that kind of person.”

The powerful platform Wootton enjoys with GB News allowed the presenter to launch a live-on-air attack, after the first part of this newspaper’s investigation was published, on Byline Times, its journalists and others he alleges – erroneously – are part of a “hard-left” campaign to have the channel “cancelled”.

Mr Truby – who had already written about the holdall revelations in a viral Twitter thread – was attacked by his former partner as abusive live on air, with Wootton making strong allegations that Alex Truby had previously threatened him with violence.

Speaking to Byline Times, Mr Truby candidly addressed Wootton’s accusations.

“To try and paint me as abusive is abusive in itself,” he says. “It was an extension of his behaviour when we were together. I know I am no abuser and I am square with that. I still share a dog with my most recent ex. I am close friends with the two before that. I am in a very happy and supportive relationship now.”

On the alleged threat of violence, Mr Truby says: “On more than one occasion, Dan targeted my friends online. And knowing what I did about Martin Branning, I was scared of what Dan would do. Something did happen not long after TV presenter Caroline Flack had died [around February 2020].

“I saw Dan crying what I thought were crocodile tears about Caroline. It galled me. So I tweeted briefly about the holdall discovery.

“I deleted the posts after about eight hours. I’d had a call from a mutual contact who put pressure on me on Dan’s behalf. Later, Dan’s lawyers started following me on social media. It felt intentional to silence me with legal threats.

“At the exact same time, Dan went after someone very close to me. It felt predatory and intentional. I didn’t see any choice but to act. And yes, I messaged him. And yes, I told him to stay the f**k away from my friends. And in the heat of that moment, I used strong words – but just words. I am not a violent person.”

Mr Truby is still bruised by Wootton’s on-air verbal assault.

“The moment I saw it, I felt sick,” he says. “It was scary. I knew that he was going to hit back at me for speaking out – that’s in character with the man I know. But to try and call me an abuser live on TV, when I could find a hundred character references to the contrary? That, I didn’t see coming. And I still can’t believe his bosses let it happen. It’s deranged.”

Yet despite the deeply personal ad-hominem abuse a national newscaster allowed Wootton to bring down on his former partner, Alex Truby is remaining calm and committed to his truth.

“I’m hoping this story goes somewhere,” he says. “I’m hoping the right people look at what has gone on and that people learn the truth. And that is it.”

Tom Latchem and Dan Evans are former colleagues of Dan Wootton’s from the News of the World. Alex Truby was not paid for his testimony

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The Ripper (part 6)

The two of them hovered at the corner of Leman Street, looking toward Swallow Gardens. The name was a memory of its past; the thoroughfare was little more than a passage beneath the arches of the railway.

Sherlock peered around the corner. "He hasn't found his target yet, has he?"

Isabel's white eyes darted back and forth. "I believe he has," she murmured. "He hasn't made his move."

"Then we'll swoop in and save the day!"

Isabel pulled free of his arm and let her vision come back to her. "Absolutely not."

She had walked a good few paces before she realized he was not following. "What do you mean?" he said, dumbfounded. "You said she's not dead yet. We can stop him."

"She's not one of mine," Isabel said. "How am I supposed to know it's really him if we don't watch this unfold? He could be a simple client, or any old killer on the street. I won't kill him out of hand for nothing more than a false sense of security."

He looked down the thoroughfare and chewed his lip.

"Come now, Sherlock. You're a blood-drinker!" she spat. "You've surely put an end to more innocent lives than every murderer in Whitechapel combined."

"No."

She stopped in her tracks. "What? What do you mean, no?"

He shrugged and offered her a meek smile. "I don't kill innocent people. I live by my own moral code."

Isabel cocked her head and stared. "Fine," she said eventually. "Stay here. I'll be back."

She could hear the girl's heart pounding, throbbing in her ear, so loud and intrusive as she stalked closer. She was young, not even thirty years old. The man had pulled her aside, out of sight of passersby. They seemed to be on even ground; Isabel could tell the girl was nervous but, of course, business was business.

Suddenly he threw her to the ground. The knife flashed once, twice in the moonlight. Blood sprayed from her throat. Isabel rose to her feet. A twisted grin curled her lips. It was him.

She glanced down at herself as she approached. It just wouldn't do. She pulled one glove down, letting it bunch up disgracefully around her wrist. She tossed her hair into disarray and dragged her wrist across her lips, smearing powder and wax into careless streaks. A necessary evil. "You there," she sang, her voice bubbling and unsteady. "Looking for a good time, are you?"

The man gawked at her in disbelief. He looked down at the girl bleeding out upon the street. He stepped over the body and approached with care. "You should be heading home, miss. Tucked in all safe and sound."

"Sleeping doesn't pay the bills, does it?" She gave him an exaggerated wink and nearly tripped over her own ankle.

"I see..." His arm was hidden behind his back. She could smell the blood in the air. "Alright, then. We'll have us a good time." He lunged forward, lashing out with the knife in his hand.

In a flash Isabel stood behind him. She looked down at the girl on the cobblestones and smiled as she pulled up her glove. The man stood in shock, his own blade lodged in his neck.

She pushed him to the ground and rolled him onto his back with the tip of her shoe. "That was a good time indeed," she purred. "I, for one, am quite satisfied."

He panted beneath her. His shaking hand brushed the hilt of the knife. It was slick with his own blood.

"Don't do that. You'll bleed out." She reached into her dress and pulled an elegant silver hand mirror from the pocket beneath. "Before you die," she said conversationally as she fixed her hair, "I have a few questions for you."

"I did the world a favor," he choked out between gouts of blood from his lips.

"So it was you? You are the one they call Jack the Ripper?"

He gave her a wicked, defiant smile. "Yeah, some of it."

She nodded and wiped at her face with a handkerchief. "And you attacked one of my girls last night."

"Not a woman. A whore."

The kerchief disappeared. "What was that?" she said coldly.

"I kill whores," he spat. "Not girls. They deserved it."

"Is that so?" She circled him slowly, like a wolf, a vulture. "Then tell me..." She crouched beside his head, careful to keep her skirts away from his pooling blood, and grinned down at him. "How does it feel to be killed by a proud whore?"

He growled low in his throat, blowing red bubbles upon his lips. "You think you're the righteous one for killing me? D'you think God will ever forgive you?"

Her crow's feet crinkled with mirth. "No, I really don't. This has nothing to do with right and wrong, or good and evil. This is about you and me. You put my girls' lives in danger, and I put an end to yours." She tapped a finger upon the hilt of the knife, making him grunt in agony. "It's self-preservation!" she said brightly. "And do you want to know the best part? In the whole time you've been killing these girls—almost three years now—you have managed to kill fewer people than I have in the last month. I suppose one could say I'm more evil than you..." She slipped her hands beneath his dry shoulder and pushed him into a sitting position. He was too weak to fight her. "Yet you are the one who will go down in infamy, as you deserve."

"Then I've done it," he panted. "They'll fear my name."

"Not if they don't know it," said Isabel. She pulled the knife from the wound.

His blood spurted weakly. "My blood is on your hands," the man said with his last breath.

She showed him her gloves, white and clean and unsullied. "No blood on my hands, my dear." She pulled one last item from her pocket: a half-empty bottle with a label worn beyond legibility. "In my bottle, in my glass... but my hands are clean." She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled.

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Archaeologists Find Statue of the Roman Sea God Triton in Mausoleum

Archaeologists have uncovered a Roman Statue of Triton during excavations in preparation for a housing development in Kent, England.

Archaeologists from the Canterbury Archaeological Trust (CAT) have discovered artifacts, including a mausoleum which is to be buried within a roundabout, which are more than 1,700 years old during an investigative dig related to a new housing development close to London Road in Teynham.

Robert Masefield, Director for RPS, said: “We expected interesting Roman archaeology, perhaps a cemetery, but the finds including the lively and unique statue of a Triton and the mausoleum remains have by far exceeded that. These finds are now part of Teynham’s local legacy and the nations rich Roman story. Further study will place the findings in their full historical context.”

The area, which is being built on by Moat Homes and Chartway Partnerships Group for its Frognal Lane development, follows the ancient Roman Watling Street and during an initial site evaluation, fragments of chalk wall foundations and Roman cremation burials were discovered. As a result, Swale Council, with advice from Kent County Council Heritage Conservation, required a 0.5-hectare archaeological excavation at the site.

The Canterbury Archaeological Trust (CAT) was tasked with leading the dig, which revealed elements of a 30m square walled enclosure surrounding a c.7m square structure. Further excavations revealed that the structure is a Roman mausoleum containing a Roman coin dating from around 320 to 330 AD. The site also included Roman, and possibly later, burials with various grave goods.

However, the highlight of the findings was the discovery of a stone statue, representing the sea god Triton.

The Triton statue is substantial, appropriately 70cm (27.5 inches tall) and 70cm wide. It weighs more than 132lb (60kg). Archaeologists did not need to dig far. It was only 1.3 feet (40cm) below ground.

In Roman mythology, Triton was the son of Neptune, the god of the sea. The unique stone statue depicts Triton – a merman with the torso of a man and the tail of a fish – riding on a sea monster.

As a demi-god, he could calm the waves by blowing on his conch shell, which he appears to be holding in the uncovered sculpture. That part has been broken off, but the artifact is otherwise in incredible condition. It was carved between the late first century and second century AD.

Dr. Richard Hobbs, senior curator of Roman Britain at the British Museum, told MailOnline it is ‘spectacular’.

He said that, although a few fragments of Triton sculptures are known from Roman Britain, ‘nothing quite like this has been discovered before’.

Excavations are continuing at the site.

By Leman Altuntaş.

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The funny part is that the guy's real name was Joseph but he got the nickname "Bum" because when he was a kid, he was obsessed with the local fire station across the street from his childhood home. He would constantly stalk it and ask firefighters to do stuff for him, hence he was the "little bum" ("bum" is an American slang term for asking for free favors-- most commonly to "bum a cigarette" meaning to ask for a cigarette). He kept up this behavior as an adult.

The way the guy presented himself is striking too to say the least. Dude loved his bright red suits with rose-tinted glasses and gold jewelry, complete with a golden fire axe that he wore on his tie. He also had a lime-green Ford Galaxie 500 (basically a very weird mid-tier sedan decorated like a luxury car) labeled "El Jefe" ("the chief" in Spanish). And he smoked massive cigars. And he performed elaborate Santeria rituals on his car's fender during local highschool baseball games for good luck.

He was also noted for an incident where he jumped into a canal shortly after extinguishing a fire, believing the canal to be a swimming pool, and had to be rescued because he couldn't swim.

His disappearance probably related to his involvement in marijuana and cocaine dealing, which got started when the economy went south in the area. Surprisingly, this was pretty normal in Key West in the 70's-- people tended to view it as just a career some people had, like shrimping, rather than this big bad thing. It was so not stigmatized that this man could be seen selling drugs in the open right outside of his office as fire chief. Really, people were probably more unhappy with the charges that he embezzled state funds, which he beat thanks to a sketchy counsel that included his nephew. But Florida Governor Reubin Askew (another "yes really"-ass name right there) was tough-on-crime and especially tough-on-drugs. He collaborated with the DEA to launch Operation Conch, a sting operation dedicated to busting drug dealings in Key West. Informant Titus Walker and agent Larry Dollar (disappointingly inferior names, although there is something to be said for getting done in by the Dollar) got Bum Farto to deliver cocaine and he was officially busted.

Farto lost his beloved Ford Galaxie that day, and went on to have a speedy trial where he was easily found guilty. On the eve of his formal sentencing, he told his wife he had business to take care of in Miami and drove off in a Pontiac LeMans. The car was found abandoned near Miami, but Farto was never seen again. It's thought by US authorities that he briefly settled down in Golfito, Costa Rica (where the US embassy reported an attempt to renew his passport) but left in 1979 when there was a crackdown on fugitives in the area. Many of the locals of Key West believe he was murdered for knowing too much, like Titus Walker was. His attorney is noted for wearing a custom T-shirt that proclaimed that Bum was in Spain and doing well, but that has never been substantiated.

Basically, the man was a fire-station obsessed thief who tried to use a random canal as a swimming pool despite not being capable of swimming. His prized possession was a car straight out of a cartoon, and he dressed like a 90's pimp more than 20 years before the 90's began. He practiced Santeria rituals to help the local high schools win baseball games. He dealt drugs in public but needed a sting operation from Governor Sideways Sandwich to be busted. And then he just straight up vanished into thin air.

This guy isn't a Star Wars background character-- he's a fucking Gravity Falls protagonist. Fucker was in Weirdness Town, Oregon where he impersonated the local recluse for 30 years and punched trigonometry in the face. This is facts, fight me.

Sources:

https://www.dannydutch.com/post/the-mystery-of-bum-farto-key-west-s-drug-dealing-fire-chief-that-vanished

https://www.mentalfloss.com/posts/bum-farto-key-west-fire-chief-mystery

https://fieldethos.com/the-legend-of-bum-farto/

Star Wars ass name

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JFK Unsolved: The Real Conspiracies | Full Documentary

JFK Unsolved: The Real Conspiracies | Full Documentary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8i-R3saBBs&rco=1

COMMENTARY:

Beginning at timestamp 103:.00, this is the most coherent and visual presentationof the Blood Spatter anaysis that establishes a conspiracy. The Dallas John Birch Society is an essential component of the conspiracy. The shots taken at General Walker was a false flag, committed to  draw attention away for the Dalls John Birch Society, which is alive and well, and to establish the legend of Lee Harvey Oswald as the perp. The Sixth Floor Museum is a Rotary-style enterprise to perpetuate the lone-goneman, single bullet divrsion from the Dallas john Brich Society. But here's the thing: The John Birch Society was the common denominator of four political murders as part of William F. Buckley's nazification agenda initiated with his Sharon Statement, intended to sabotage Eisenhower's 1956 Presidential Platform and to elect a clone of Senator Joe McCarthy and overthrow the US Constituion. THis objective was achieved with the election of Trump. The four murders were the assassintion of the Diem brothers, JFK's assassination, MLK;s assassination and the assassination of George Lincoln Rockwell, the American Fuhrer. The Diem brothrs was engineered aby agents of the John Birch Society and Bay of Pigs cowboys from the CIA to end the debate between the Nation Building Doctrine of George Marshall in Vietnam and the European-style battle field preferred by the Military Industrial COmplex dominated by John Birchers like Curtis LeMan and Edwin Walker. Oliver Stone leaves this out of his verion of Vietnam. JKF's murder wa a joint venture between the Dallas John Birch Society, including Walker, the Mafia and a legacy OSS component of the CIA, including Allen Dulles. The MLK assassination was totally a John Birch Society project. It probably included elements of the conspiracy to assassinat Malcom X in the Black Muslim heirarchy. George Lincolm Rockweel was murdered to sever any ties with Pat Buchanan, who was a Nixon speech writer and had been traveling with Nixon since before the 68 New Hampshire Primary, Buchanan as a right wing street thug and bigot who grew up in DC, right across the river from George Lincoln Rockwell's headquarters in Arlington, In 1964, friends of mine drove me past his ranch house on Lee Highway and he would have beenabsolute cat nip to Buchanan, You can compare the rhetoric of his stump speech in his 1992 Presidential campaign with Rockewell's National Socialist  populism. You can also compare the rhetoric of Steve Bannon's speech writing for Trump's first inaugural with Rockwell. Buchanan was never indicted for anything related to Watergate, but he was up to his eyeblls with the Plumbers who were. He was also a major player in the Movement Conservatives of Reagan and his Hollywood John Birch Society that included Ed Meese and Charles Z Wick. There is a direct 40 year Biblcial connection between the Polar Vortex of Reagan's 1985 indoor inauguration and the Polar Vortex of Trump's 2025 indoor inauguraton, Do the Math, This is where Hegel comes in handy.

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Primarchs playing Mario Cart? I have a hilarious imagine in my head about the state of the room afterwards(spoiler alert: its covered in feather because some of our more feral darlings ended up attacking each other and bit into pillows instead)

Mario Kart is most violent game know to man.... As such, they HAVE to play it.

Mario Kart night, primarch edition

Horus: Play Bowser. Respectable ranking, usually in the top 5, but has the nasty habit of bodying everyone.

Roboute: Play Luigi. Use shell as defence only mid pack, he's pretty bad at drifting. Insist that the fun is in playing.

Angron: Play Donkey Kong. Not a sore looser, but he does fly into unholy rage if he fall off road. He had a gamecube controller, and flug it across the room

Sanguinius: play Daisy, and was first, until he got blue shelled. He is now screaming, trying to figure out who did it.

Lorgar: He was actually third with Toad, but got hit by Angron controller. He's bleeding now.

Leman: Play Wario. He's terrible at at, and has resorted to elbowing people in an attempt to get a good ranking.

Magnus: Play Rosalina. Is pretty low in ranking, because he's trying to use his psyker power to hack the machine. Would be doing much better if he just PLAYED it.

Rogal: Play Koopa. Does not understand why the game involve littering fruit peels on the public freeway. Has taken upon himself to clear the streets of the dangerous banane peels.

Vulkan: Play Yoshi. Terribly bad at it, the controller is too small in his hand. He was the one that blue shelled Sang, he had no idea what it did. Trying to be very quiet.

Mortarion: Shy Guy. He actually slowdown to look at the background animations and details. Is actually having a pretty good time.

Ferrus: Metal Mario. He wanted to play SSB. Keep complaining that fighting game are more fun than racing one.

Fulgrim: Play Peach. Doesn't really like video game. Decide to try and help bleeding Lorgar, since the blood was getting in his sexy peach cosplay.

Konrad: Play as Isabelle (huge Animal crossing fan). Constantly goes of course. Eventually find a spot with the item block and stay hidden there to attack people with red shell. Finish last.

Corvus: big time player with inkling. Snatch the victory from Sang and jump to her feet screaming in victory. Immediately get tackled by Sang, they are now fighting.

Lion: Play Waluigi. Does not understand the point of video game. Does okay, but then just wander off with the popcorn bowl.

Jaghatai: managed to finish second with Baby bowser. Would have been first if Konrad mysterious red shell had not been there. Ready to commit violence.

Alpharius Omegon: They wanted to play Double Dash. Everyone said no. They are waiting for the most dramatic moment to "accidentally" turn off the wifi.

Perturabo: did not play with them all, instead he's sitting in the corner playing minecraft with Forrix. Probably the one that had rhe most fun that night.