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https://lnkd.in/e3pjsqeUhttps://lnkd.in/eqp97FKB Explain why the Coronation of King Charles III represents both colonial history and on-going ecocide in the form of corrupt colonial, British Crown, capitalist, racial genocide in Canada exemplified by Crown corporations such as Nalcor, acts of impunity, ‘man camps’, Murdered And Missing Indigenous Women and Girls facilitated by UK and Canada’s unjust constitutional and criminal legislation. #AI #OpenSource GPT Chat Llewelyn Pritchard MA 7 May 2023

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41 - The Search for Faith Dutton

Part 42

Raised Fair Share of Hell

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Oil House 

Ainsley and her father Tommy were sitting on the couch staring at her computer before he got a call from his work and started his long day.  They had been working on their plan the second he had gotten home after dropping his son and girlfriend off at the man-camp.   

Tommy scanned his eyes over the computer screen pointing to the note that dealt with the Rodeo.  “When was she competing in the rodeo?” 

“It looks to be when she was high school age.  She won a few medals and even appeared on TV to do an interview.  Look here.” His daughter spun the computer more towards her father, hitting play on the YouTube video. 

The person doing the interview asked.  “So why do you do Rodeo, Ms. Dutton?” 

“I do it because it's fun.  Most people may think I do this for the awards but it's not true.  I don't really care if they think I'm the Rodeo Queen.” The girl in question appears to be 16 or 17 years old.  Hair in pigtails and a tan cowgirl hat on her head with a grin on her lips. 

Someone knocked on the front door causing the pair to pause their search looking at one another.  “Were you expecting someone?” 

“No, you?” Ainsley shook her head no. 

Her father ignored it and went back to tapping on the computer flipping through pictures of Faith posting with horses and some with a few other kids.  “Who are these people?  Friends or something?” The picture he clicked on was her standing with one boy and one shorter girl and a clear landscape of green and blue sky behind them. 

His daughter paused pointing her finger to the shorter girl wearing a cowgirl hat too big for her head it looked t9 be falling off.  “I'm guessing it's a younger sister.”  The little girl looks very close to Faith, but she has bright blonde hair and brown eyes. 

“And the boy?” Tommy asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders.  “Ex boyfriend maybe.” The boy had slightly darker brown hair than Faith but they had different eye color. 

“Why don't her parents have her boyfriend's phone number?” They heard a female voice ask outside the window.  You couldn't see inside because they had closed all the blinds. 

A male voice responds.  “Hell if I know why they don't.  I just got a call saying I need to check on her.  Are you sure this is the right address?’ 

“Yes.  I remember her saying the name Tommy when she left our room.  Plus she'd never cheat on Cooper.” 

Ainsley spun around on the couch carefully peeking through the curtains seeing a girl and an older looking cowboy standing at their front door.  “Daddy, there's strangers on our porch.  What do we do?” 

“Hide your computer in the bedroom and hide behind the kitchen counter.  I'll handle them.” She followed her father’s instructions quietly going up the stairs and coming back down and hiding but peeking around where she could see the interaction when he opens the front door.  “Can I help you two  - argh - fuck!” 

Tommy got shoved against the nearest wall by Travis who bared his teeth demanding answers from the oil man.  “Where is she?  Tell me where she is!” 

“Daddy!” Ainsley cried out from her hiding place. 

Caroline slowly walked into the rental house standing beside Travis giving a sad look.  “I'm sorry, Mr. Norris.  We're just looking for my roommate.” 

“Who’s your roommate?” Tommy coughed attempting to push one of the hands off his throat. 

“Faith Dutton.” Caroline replied. “Can you tell us where she is, please?” 

“You better not be holding her hostage here, asshole!” Travis snapped back at him. 

Ainsley rose from her hiding spot with tearful eyes.  “Please don’t hurt my daddy.  Daddy, tell them where you dropped my brother off.” 

“We just wanna make sure she's safe, Mr. Norris.” Caroline softly spoke. 

Tommy pushed on Travis's harsh grip, coughing out his answer in breaths. “They’re  - at the - mancamp.  Oh god -” 

“Take us there.” Travis released his grip and the old oil man collapsed onto the floor of his home trying to catch his breath. 

Tommy slowly got up from the floor and his daughter rushed over helping him stand since he didn’t have good balance.  “Fine but my daughter comes with me - fucking cowboy.” Travis nodded walking outside to his truck. 

“Sorry, I didn't know he was going to do that.” Caroline apologies following the cowboy and the pair outside to their trucks to go see her roommate. 

Dutton ranch  - Alissa’s pov 

It was nightfall on the ranch and we still hadn't heard anything from Travis on whether our daughter was safe or not.  My mother and sister had come over from work hearing the news from John.  John was standing in front of the fireplace with one hand resting on the stone, staring into the flames.  “Do we have any news from Travis on my granddaughter?” 

“No.  Kayce called him at 8am and it's almost 9 o'clock now.” 

“Now you know the stress you put on your father and I before you got pregnant.” My mother scoffed under her breath sipping on a cup of hot chocolate. 

Whipping my head around I gasped standing near my father in law. “What did you say?” 

“I said now you know how we felt in your teenage years.” She responded back, tapping the side of her cup with her freehand.  “When you were 13 until 17 your father and I never knew what kind of trouble you were in.  We only knew you were likely with Kayce and your other friends.  And now the same thing is happening with my granddaughter Faith.  It's somewhat ironic to me.” 

“Wow, mom.  Thank you for that information that just scare the crap out of me even more.” Spinning on my feet I harshly paced back and forth in front of the couch, feeling a tightness in my chest growing. 

My mother gave me a weak look.  “Alissa, I was just trying to lighten the mood.  She could be perfectly fine like you always were.” 

“Or she could be in serious trouble, mom!” 

Alana calmly entered the conversation.  “Lissa, if I know my niece.  She's resilient just like her mother.” 

“You know what, I can't talk about this right now.” I stomped across the door, throwing the door open and slammed it shut behind me.  Standing near the porch railing I bent my head down laying my head in my hands crying for a good minute until I heard someone call my name softly behind me. 

“Alissa.  Are you okay, darling?” 

Barely lifting my head up from my hands I whisper out the person's name.  “Kayce?” 

“Come here, homey.” He rubbed my back, taking my hand in his leading me over to the porch swing.  Together we sat down on the wooden swings and he wrapped his arms around my shaking form. 

Burying my face against his chest I stained his shirt with tears. “What if she's hurt or worse.” 

“We can’t think that way, Lissa Rae.” He spoke into the air. 

Looking up into his eyes I croaked.  “How are you so calm right now?” 

“I already had my freak out.  If your mother asks, a raccoon threw her gravel driveway to hell, not my truck.” 

I chuckled at the image laying my head back on his chest and he kissed my forehead.  “The first time Faith looked like your younger twin was when she rode a horse by herself.  Do you remember that?” 

“I'll never forget it.” Kayce responded and I weakly smiled at the memory. 

It was a cloudy day on the ranch but that didn't damper our daughter's excitement.  Today she would be getting her own horse to ride when she turned 13 years old.  “I’m so excited, mama.” She bound up and down walking beside me. 

“I can tell sweetie.” I grinned down at her seeing her father lead the light brown horse down from the horse trailer that was near the fence area.  “Hopefully she’ll be a good horse for her.  Don’t you think, Kayce?” 

Faith slowly walked towards the horse that made a noise until her father stopped petting the side of its head.  “How do I get up on her, grandpa?” 

John came up behind her offering out his hand that was extended for me with a wooden box sitting beside my horse since she wasn’t as tall.  “Just put your right foot in the strup and swing your leg over the other side of the saddle.” He explained seeing her lift her body up onto the horse and swung her left leg over the saddle, shifting until she felt comfortable on it. 

Petting her horse's nose I smiled up at my firstborn sitting on her horse.  She tipped her cowgirl hat up slightly so we could see her face better.  “How do I look, mama?” 

“Like a natural, babygirl.” I grinned and the two men with me mirroring the same expression as I did. 

“Don’t bounce against the horse.  All right.” Her father raised his freehand in the air bringing his hand down while he explained. “When the horse bounces up, let it stand you in the stirrups.  And when it comes down, sit back in the saddle.” 

“Be careful and don’t stay out too late.” I called out to her when she gently tugged the reins and walked to the open gate.  John, Kayce and I watched her ride off into the green fields, howling up to the sky with such innocence in her voice. 

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[expfcultragreen]

I love neil but he's clearly nutty af in a way i SEEM nutty af; he seems to actually believe theres some fountain of humanitys evil, some great satan making bad things happen

Dude, evil is a perspective issue:

Those guys arent out there cutting down trees because they demons in human skinsuits, having signed a wicked covenant with a horned he-devil, theyre just regular people who think trees exist for them to cut down, because they dont understand anything real, they dont know bamboo etc is more sustainable for timber applications and they resent learning because they hated school and being told what to do, they have oppositional defiance about tree hugging etc, most of them have mASSive, unaddressed social trauma thats being compounded by mancamp life etc

Theyre all jenga towers of baggage and misinfo, not monsters....but i doubt sitting them down in front of fern gully is going to cut it. Its a problem for the green CIA brainbugs

Get into it m8

Id start with "dyou believe in carbon based climate change" and build up to "old growth is actually keeping the planet habitable for humanity you re-re"

Admittedly itd be more fun to snipe them

[man-hating-woman-loving]

If you are capable of hard manual labor and you don’t have a college degree or even a high school diploma, you can start as a ‘field hand’ at $25-40 an hour minimum working more then 40 hours a week and usually some kind of insurance. It’s shit insurance, but it’s better then fast food. They don’t talk about the fatalities or the injuries, the strain to your mind and body or the risks of the mancamps. It’s a predatory industry that preys on the low income, the marginalized and the desperate. These workers deserve better conditions and training as we transition away from oil.

[skagus]

tumblr ads can be fucked, but mancamp postings for colonial land grabs?? another level

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44 - Getting Into All Kinds of Trouble

Part 45

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Caroline climbed up into the backseat of Travis’s truck while he waited for me to get in the vehicle and stop talking to my boyfriend. Cooper and I embraced the other in a hug and when we broke I shifted his ball cap up more so that it wasn’t covering his face. “You call me before you go off to work okay.”

“I will , don’t you worry.” He reassured me with a gentle smile on his face.

Travis tapped his watch on his wrist getting our attention. “Time is ticking. Don’t make me come over there and separate you two.”

“I’m coming. I’ll see you later.” I kissed my boyfriend softly running over to the truck and we made our way back to the dorm building of the college. Sitting in the front seat of the truck there was heavy silence between the three of us so I decided how was a good time to call my parents and explain what happened now that Travis had called the police and called off the missing person case. Dialing my mom’s phone number I put it up to my ear. “Hey mom, I’m sorry I didn’t call you the other night-“

“Where the hell were you? You’ve been scaring the shit out of me and your daddy for days now!”

I began explaining it to her. “Mom, listen here's the deal. Cooper and I were out late with his daddy. We came back to the mancamp that he lives at. I didn't realize it until earlier that my phone had died and I just now charged it this morning.”

“Faith, you're not allowed to not have your phone charged every time you leave your dorm. We are hours away from you so if something bad happens to you we won’t be there to help.”

Nodding my head even though she couldn’t see me I responded back to her. “I’m sorry, mom. Really I am sorry about this happening. I’ll try to do better, be better about this.”

“You better do better, Faith. Your father was seconds away from getting into his truck and tearing the roads up to hell to come looking for you after Travis has told us that a missing person report was put out into the state of Texas.”

Running my freehand down my face I sighed thinking before I said another thing back to her. “I promise I’ll do better next time.”

“Okay, I have to go help your grandpa John. But remember I love you.”

“I love you too, mom.” I hit the end call button on my phone putting it away silently staring out the truck window recalling the night before.

Since spending most of my time in the Bunkhouse on my family's ranch I assumed I would be comfortable in the bar scene but you'd be wrong. It's much more crowded and loud than I expected along with everyone nearby trying to hit on me even though I walked into the bar with Cooper and his father Tommy right in front of us.

The three of us found a table with me and my boyfriend sitting on the same side of the table leaving his dad sitting on the other side by himself. You could feel the tenseness between father and son.

A woman with curly red hair came over to our table with menus. “What can I get y'all to drink?”

“Let’s just have a pitcher of beer for the table.” Tommy responded by handing her back the menu.

A few hours later I think we had finished about two full pitchers where I was beginning to feel a little dizzy in my head. Tommy leaned forward gesturing with his hand to come forward and I do as he told me. “So what don't I know about you, Faith Dutton. What should I know about your family hmm?”

“We fight for the land we got from our family. What - specifically - can you know.” I slurred my words bringing my drink glass to my lips.

Tommy glared at me, searching my face for something I couldn’t quite figure out what for though. “Do I need to worry about your family hurting mine? If you get into trouble will the bad people wanting your land come for my family?”

“That - ain’t what - you want to ask me.” I giggled about to take another drink from my glass realizing it was empty. Cooper noticed me reaching over and taking it from me, somehow not as tipsy as I apparently was.

“I think it’s time we go home.”

I swatted his hand that reached out for me. “I don’t wanna go home yet.”

“Come on, Faith.” Cooper responded.

I stumbled up to stand on my two feet but tumbled forward not having good enough balance. Falling forward I laughed luckily Cooper stopped me up in his arms glaring at his father. “That’s enough drinks for her, dad.”

“Cooper, I just wanted her to have fun.” He attempted to defend himself but his son wasn't having it.

“Enough, dad. Pay the tab and then we're out of here.”

Tommy Norris watched the pair exit the bar and he felt slightly bad that he got the young adult drunk. But it proved the question be and his daughter had about her, ‘waa this thing just a fling?’

The relationship she had with the young Norris boy waa much more than that.

Laying my head against his chest Cooper carried me outside to the truck bridal style. He had me lean against his body keeping one arm around my waist, opening the passenger door with his freehand.

“Thanks for carrying me.” I muttered into his shoulder before he lifted me up in his arms again, sitting me down in the backseat about to close the door. “Cuddle back here - with me.”

He didn't fight me and simply climbed in beside me shutting the door seeing his father come out of the bsr door. “Get some sleep, cowgirl.” Cooper draped his arm over my shoulder bringing me closer into his side.

Miller Country Club

Tommy, Ainsley and his ex wife Angela had decided to take a trip to his bosses country club to grab some breakfast after picking her up from the airport. Ainsley held up her phone to her mother showing her pictures she had taken in the hopes of making her ex boyfriend want her back. Her mother took the phone flipping through the pictures with a disappointment look on her face before giving the young teenager advice. “Oh, these are all selfies, honey. If you really want to make him jealous, you need someone else to take 'em. Then, he has two things to worry about, your body and who the hell is taking the photos.”

“Well, what about this one?” Ainsley weakly smiled hoping she'd like it.

Her mother smiled teasingly. “Did you bring a bathing suit?”

“Yeah. Did you?” The 17 year old asked.

“I'm wearing it.” Her mother smirked seeing her ex husband roll his eyes.

Ainsley grabbed her bag heading to find a bathroom leaving the pair to talk alone. “Okay. I'm gonna go change.”

“It's such a mystery to me why our marriage didn't work out.” Tommy snickers to his ex who finished off her drink, removing the cover-up now showing off her bathing suit to everyone around them in the club.

She smirked down at him seeing his judgemental eyes. “Am I embarrassing you?”

“No, you're embarrassing yourself.” Tommy shook his head at his ex wife, already regretting her being here. “But think of all the great life

lessons you're teaching our daughter.”

Angela noticed her daughter had left her phone on the table and unlocked leaving hee free to snoop through her photos. She scrolled shortly finding a picture that didn't have her daughter in it but another girl. “Who the hell is this strange girl on our daughter's phone? I know that I can't be one of her school friends so tell me, Tommy.”

“She’s Cooper's girlfriend. Ainsley and I have been looking into her to see if she would convince him to go back to college rather than work the patch.”

Angela sat down covering her face with her hand. “Another Norris in the oil patch. What a waste - when can I meet this girl?”

“I don't know, Angie. Uh - hold on. Yeah who is this?” Tommy got up from the table walking away to take his call.

He recognized his son's voice through the other side of the phone. “It's Cooper. Now I don't know what you and my sister are trying to do or find out about Faith but it stops right now. I care about her and don’t want you or my sister messing up what we have.”

“Cooper-”

He cut his father off, ending the phone call. “Just do what I told you alright, dad.” Tommy stared down at his phone in utter shock seeing the call signal had ended as quickly as it had come in.

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[znoe]

The tiny home on the Artfarm....the new housing solution for the ensuing migration from urban to rural. I’m loving the organic nature of this community building. #MuffinRanch rocks. This tiny house movement, while sweet, it is a sign of the economic times. As the American dream of owning a home gets farther out of reach we will need more of these solutions. It’s given birth to mobile home parks filled with pre fab tiny homes! It reminds me of the “Man Camps” of North Dakota’s fracking boom. I wonder if FEMA experience can be sold through Airbnb...😆😬 it was that what #fyrefestival was all about. Ha! . . . #politicsofhousing #tinyhousedesign #mancamps #livingrural #theamericandream #americanbones #artfarm (at Santa Rosa, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4iEZ8Bq14/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1x2hxkelicffq

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keystone xl pipeline being canceled! would be! amazing!