#victory pose . postulating

[sigmadaily]

[teachimera]

THE JAW OF VICTORY

This New Years, I played in The Jaw of Victory, a Locked Tomb LARP written and run by @psychick​. It was fantastic! The Premise: You are necromancers and cavaliers who have been sent by their Houses to serve in the Cohort. You all have just finished quashing the rebellion on a planet called Gliese 667 Cc out in the middle of nowhere and are having a little party for yourselves before returning to civilized space. Fighting on Gliese was hard, and a lot of the cities on the planet were destroyed, so its citizens will be relocated to a different planet. This happens all the time and it’s not your problem! (The Blood of Eden may disagree.) Tonight Admiral Trillium Gamma is hosting a party to celebrate the victory and award special commendations for service and valor in the name of His Eternal Kindliness, the Necrolord Prime. The dress code has been relaxed, and attendees are encouraged to express themselves and their Houses in their costuming. Games, gossip, duels and romance are in the air!  But not all was as it seemed, and plots and treachery were afoot, and so started a murder mystery with many more secrets to uncover...

All Hail the Emperor Undying! More pics under the cut.

Cavaliers, strike your best cheerleader pose! 

Necromancers, strike your best catty bitch pose!

Two is for discipline, heedless of trial Lieutenant Diana Tweyan, Cavalier

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile Dame Trin Hattrick, Cavalier Dux Alabaster Thaylaythah, Necromancer Admiral Trillium Gamma, Necromancer and Host of the Party

Four for fidelity, facing ahead General Iver Quadrumvitus, Necromancer Officer Nestor Fort, Cavalier

Five for tradition and debts to the dead Dame Senka Pyat, Cavalier Lady Zeta Iovius, Necromancer

Six for the truth over solace in lies Archivist Aristarchus Saturninus, Necromancer Scholar Sia Van Shest, Cavalier

Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies Dame Bathshira Themis, Cavalier Lady Ursa Septentrion, Necromancer, who is dead (very aptly, our Seventh House Necromancer started the game as the murder victim, and was a ghost throughout the game)

Eight for salvation no matter the cost Vicar Vorbia Scorpaenid, Necromancer

Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost Matthias Nonius, Cavalier (yes, THAT Matthias Nonius) Postulant Krysamorte Enneasmus, Necromancer

Those who have lost their partners...and the one haunting one of them.

[milkboydotnet]

Report Of The Commission On The National and The Colonial Questions

Comrades, I shall confine myself to a brief introduction, after which Comrade Maring, who has been secretary to our commission, will give you a detailed account of the changes we have made in the theses. He will be followed by Comrade Roy, who has formulated the supplementary theses. Our commission have unanimously adopted both the preliminary theses, as amended, and the supplementary theses. We have thus reached complete unanimity on all major issues. I shall now make a few brief remarks.

First, what is the cardinal idea underlying our theses? It is the distinction between oppressed and oppressor nations. Unlike the Second International and bourgeois democracy, we emphasise this distinction. In this age of imperialism, it is particularly important for the proletariat and the Communist International to establish the concrete economic facts and to proceed from concrete realities, not from abstract postulates, in all colonial and national problems.

The characteristic feature of imperialism consists in the whole world, as we now see, being divided into a large number of oppressed nations and an insignificant number of oppressor nations, the latter possessing colossal wealth and powerful armed forces. The vast majority of the world’s population, over a thousand million, perhaps even 1,250 million people, if we take the total population of the world as 1,750 million, in other words, about 70 per cent of the world’s population, belong to the oppressed nations, which are either in a state of direct colonial dependence or are semi-colonies, as, for example, Persia, Turkey and China, or else, conquered by some big imperialist power, have become greatly dependent on that power by virtue of peace treaties. This idea of distinction, of dividing the nations into oppressor and oppressed, runs through the theses, not only the first theses published earlier over my signature, but also those submitted by Comrade Roy. The latter were framed chiefly from the standpoint of the situation in India and other big Asian countries oppressed by Britain. Herein lies their great importance to us.

The second basic idea in our theses is that, in the present world situation following the imperialist war, reciprocal relations between peoples and the world political system as a whole are determined by the struggle waged by a small group of imperialist nations against the Soviet movement and the Soviet states headed by Soviet Russia. Unless we bear that in mind, we shall not be able to pose a single national or colonial problem correctly, even if it concerns a most outlying part of the world. The Communist parties, in civilised and backward countries alike, can pose and solve political problems correctly only if they make this postulate their starting-point.

Third, I should like especially to emphasise the question of the bourgeois-democratic movement in backward countries. This is a question that has given rise to certain differences. We have discussed whether it would be right or wrong, in principle and in theory, to state that the Communist International and the Communist parties must support the bourgeois-democratic movement in backward countries. As a result of our discussion, we have arrived at the unanimous decision to speak of the national-revolutionary movement rather than of the “bourgeois-democratic” movement. It is beyond doubt that any national movement can only be a bourgeois-democratic movement, since the overwhelming mass of the population in the backward countries consist of peasants who represent bourgeois-capitalist relationships. It would be utopian to believe that proletarian parties in these backward countries, if indeed they can emerge in them, can pursue communist tactics and a communist policy, without establishing definite relations with the peasant movement and without giving it effective support. However, the objections have been raised that, if we speak of the bourgeois-democratic movement, we shall be obliterating all distinctions between the reformist and the revolutionary movements. Yet that distinction has been very clearly revealed of late in the backward and colonial countries, since the imperialist bourgeoisie is doing everything in its power to implant a reformist movement among the oppressed nations too. There has been a certain rapprochement between the bourgeoisie of the exploiting countries and that of the colonies, so that very often—perhaps even in most cases—the bourgeoisie of the oppressed countries, while it does support the national movement, is in full accord with the imperialist bourgeoisie, i.e., joins forces with it against all revolutionary movements and revolutionary classes. This was irrefutably proved in the commission, and we decided that the only correct attitude was to take this distinction into account and, in nearly all cases, substitute the term “national-revolutionary” for the term “bourgeois-democratic”. The significance of this change is that we, as Communists, should and will support bourgeois-liberation movements in the colonies only when they are genuinely revolutionary, and when their exponents do not hinder our work of educating and organising in a revolutionary spirit the peasantry and the masses of the exploited. If these conditions do not exist, the Communists in these countries must combat the reformist bourgeoisie, to whom the heroes of the Second International also belong. Reformist parties already exist in the colonial countries, and in some cases their spokesmen call themselves Social-Democrats and socialists. The distinction I have referred to has been made in all the theses with the result, I think, that our view is now formulated much more precisely.

Next, I would like to make a remark on the subject of peasants’ Soviets. The Russian Communists’ practical activities in the former tsarist colonies, in such backward countries as Turkestan, etc., have confronted us with the question of how to apply the communist tactics and policy in pre-capitalist conditions. The preponderance of pre-capitalist relationships is still the main determining feature in these countries, so that there can be no question of a purely proletarian movement in them. There is practically no industrial proletariat in these cotmtries. Nevertheless, we have assumed, we must assume, the role of leader even there. Experience has shown us that tremendous difficulties have to be surmounted in these countries. However, the practical results of our work have also shown that despite these difficulties we are in a position to inspire in the masses an urge for independent political thinking and independent political action, even where a proletariat is practically non-existent. This work has been more difficult for us than it will be for comrades in the West-European countries, because in Russia the proletariat is engrossed in the work of state administration. It will reaaily be understood that peasants living in conditions of semi-feudal dependence can easily assimilate and give effect to the idea of Soviet organisation. It is also clear that the oppressed masses, those who are exploited, not only by merchant capital but also by the feudalists, and by a state based on feudalism, can apply this weapon, this type of organisation, in their conditions too. The idea of Soviet organisation is a simple one, and is applicable, not only to proletarian, but also to peasant feudal and semi-feudal relations. Our experience in this respect is not as yet very considerable. However, the debate in the commission, in which several representatives from colonial countries participated, demonstrated convincingly that the Communist International’s theses should point out that peasants’ Soviets, Soviets of the exploited, are a weapon which can be employed, not only in capitalist countries but also in countries with pre-capitalist relations, and that it is the absolute duty of Communist parties and of elements prepared to form Communist parties, everywhere to conduct propaganda in favour of peasants’ Soviets or of working people’s Soviets, this to include backward and colonial countries. Wherever conditions permit, they should at once make attempts to set up Soviets the working people.

This opens up a very interesting and very important field for our practical work. So far our joint experience in this respect has not been extensive, but more and more data will gradually accumulate. It is unquestionable that the proletariat of the advanced countries can and should give help to the working masses of the backward countries, and that the backward countries can emerge from their present stage of development when the victorious proletariat of the Soviet Republics extends a helping hand to these masses and is in a position to give them support.

There was quite a lively debate on this question in the commission, not only in connection with the theses I signed, but still more in connection with Comrade Roy’s theses, which he will defend here, and certain amendments to which were unanimously adopted.

The question was posed as follows: are we to consider as correct the assertion that the capitalist stage of economic development is inevitable for backward nations now on the road to emancipation and among whom a certain advance towards progress is to be seen since the war? We replied in the negative. If the victorious revolutionary proletariat conducts systematic propaganda among them, and the Soviet governments come to their aid with all the means at their disposal—in that event it will be mistaken to assume that the backward peoples must inevitably go through the capitalist stage of development. Not only should we create independent contingents of fighters and party organisations in the colonies and the backward countries, not only at once launch propaganda for the organisation of peasants’ Soviets and strive to adapt them to the pre-capitalist conditions, but the Communist International should advance the proposition, with the appropriate theoretical grounding, that with the aid of the proletariat of the advanced countries, backward countries can go over to the Soviet system and, through certain stages of development, to communism, without having to pass through the capitalist stage.

The necessary means for this cannot be indicated in advance. These will be prompted by practical experience. It has, however, been definitely established that the idea of the Soviets is understood by the mass of the working people in even the most remote nations, that the Soviets should be adapted to the conditions of a pre-capitalist social system, and that the Communist parties should immediately begin work in this direction in all parts of the world.

I would also like to emphasise the importance of revolutionary work by the Communist parties, not only in their own, but also in the colonial countries, and particularly among the troops employed by the exploiting nations to keep the colonial peoples in subjection.

Comrade Quelch of the British Socialist Party spoke of this in our commission. He said that the rank-and-file British worker would consider it treasonable to help the enslaved nations in their uprisings against British rule. True, the jingoist and chauvinist-minded labour aristocrats of Britain and America present a very great danger to socialism, and are a bulwark of the Second International. Here we are confronted with the greatest treachery on the part of leaders and workers belonging to this bourgeois International. The colonial question has been discussed in the Second International as well.[7] The Basle Manifesto[8] is quite clear on this point, too. The parties of the Second International have pledged themselves to revolutionary action, but they have given no sign of genuine revolutionary work or of assistance to the exploited and dependent nations in their revolt against the oppressor nations. This, I think, applies also to most of the parties that have withdrawn from the Second International and wish to join the Third International. We must proclaim this publicly for all to hear, and it is irrefutable. We shall see if any attempt is made to deny it.

All these considerations have formed the basis of our resolutions, which undoubtedly are too lengthy but will nevertheless, I am sure, prove of use and will promote the development and organisation of genuine revolutionary work in connection with the national and the colonial questions. And that is our principal task. Excerpted from:  V. I. Lenin, The Second Congress Of The Communist International (July 19-August 7, 1920)

[sigma-only]

Sigma’s victory pose for Archives 2020 ↪

Postulating

[arcticdementor]

When deciding who to vote for in November, what should we base our decision on? What considerations should we let sway us, and what considerations should we ignore? You might think the answer should have something to do with our values, beliefs, and convictions—and you’d be right. But some on the left are actually trying to make the case that voters should put all that aside. Instead, we should base critical political decisions (like who should be the President) on how likely they are to elicit violent reactions from the left.

Last Friday, Cathy Young, a contributing editor at Reason magazine and Arc Digital, took issue with President Trump’s order to end diversity training based on Critical Race Theory in federal agencies. “There is plenty wrong with the ideology and practice of most forms of racial sensitivity training,” she acknowledges, but, according to Young, “recruiting Trump to fight this war is the worst possible move.” She believes that doing so risks triggering the reaction of progressive politicians and activists against President Trump’s move. The President’s opponents will “rally in defense of diversity training,” she writes, so “the anti-Trump backlash may actually strengthen such programs.”

Then, on Sunday, Shadi Hamid, a senior fellow at the Brookings Institution, argued in the Atlantic that even “law and order Republicans” should prefer a Biden victory. Like Young, Hamid’s concern was how Democrats would react. For Democrats, losing the November election will “undermine faith in democracy, resulting in more of the social unrest and street battles that cities including Portland, Oregon, and Seattle have seen in recent months. For this reason, strictly law-and-order Republicans who have responded in dismay to scenes of rioting and looting have an interest in Biden winning.”

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Young and Hamid have something right: at this critical moment in American history, we face a warlike foe. But we shouldn’t capitulate. We should make our decisions in accordance with our convictions and be prepared to fight back against those who’ll oppose them. We should position ourselves as wartime conservatives. After all, soldiers and nations have made the ultimate sacrifice, facing conflict and likely death to stand for truth and justice. Even if we risk mass violence, civil war, or succession by siding with the same, we’d be cowards for doing otherwise.

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People oppose wokism because its claims are untrue and its actions unjust. Woke discourse casts people into groups ordered hierarchically by the level of oppression they’re deemed to have suffered, running roughshod over considerations of individual justice. It insists on an ideological and naive view of history, and it proceeds by trying to shame those who resist it into acceptance. In 2016, President Trump’s base rejected the Democrats because they were wandering off the woke cliff, as Clinton’s attack on “the racist, sexist, xenophobic, Islamophobic” deplorables amply demonstrated. We rejected establishment Republicans because they failed to contend with wokeness entirely, focusing instead on issues of limited government and free markets. At the same time, the left achieved dominance in all domains of cultural formation (K-12 education, universities, Hollywood, the media, etc.).

We chose president Trump because he fought back against wokeness, explicitly: bucking political correctness entirely (stating plainly, for instance, an immigration policy millions of citizens were yearning for) and refusing to bend to woke ways of manipulation. That this movement has led to “an increasingly militant cultural left” confirms the wartime conservative’s assessment of the left. Young’s tepid anti-wokism is not adequate to the threat that wokism poses. Tyranny doesn’t abate when you remove resistance to it.

So yes, the left will absolutely “rally in defense of diversity training” when confronted with President Trump’s recent order. But that’s not a reason not to endorse the executive order: it’s why we absolutely must throw our support behind it. An animal roars loudest when it’s wounded.

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What Hamid fails to reckon with is that we voted for President Trump in 2016 precisely to teach the establishment class that their entire political culture is failing our country. The Democrats’ behavior since 2016 demonstrates that they’re failed to learn their lesson. While Hamid would abandon the lesson entirely, wartime conservatives think it should be taught again (and again, and again, and again).

Of course, we recognize the danger posed to the country by an outraged left; there’s no confusion there. But for wartime conservatives, the fear of leftist outrage is silenced by our commitment to the belief that Democrats should “process a Trump victory.” If Democrats won’t listen to what their opponents are saying in the public sphere, they should be made to hear their voice at the ballot box until they do. That’s how properly functioning democracies work.  They should be taught their lesson until they recognize that their moral vision needs amending.

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Hamid, however, only considers that the country will be safer by appeasing the left—he fails to ask what kind of country we’d be saving by doing so. A big worry for him is that, for Democrats, a Trump re-election “would provoke mass disillusion with electoral politics as a means of change.” He notes that Republican politicians will be more willing to acknowledge a Biden victory than Democrats will be to acknowledge a Trump victory, an asymmetry that will be mirrored in the media. “There’s a lot of right-of-center journalists and right-of-center commentators who’ll respect a Biden victory in a way that left-of-center journalists will not respect a Trump victory,” he explained in a podcast foreshadowing his editorial. He concludes that the gap between what the country is and what it ought to be will appear greater to Democrats under a Trump presidency than it’ll appear to Republicans under a Biden presidency. This is why Democrat losers will be more despairing of democracy, and “this has implications for mass unrest and political violence across American cities.” 

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A Biden victory, Hamid postulates, will lead to a cold civil war within the Democratic Party instead of a hot one on our streets. The ‘woke anger’ of the radical left will transfer onto Biden centrists instead of Trumpists. Hamid sees this as “a more pro-democracy outcome, for that’s not really questioning the democratic system.”

Hamid’s argument here is absurd: if Democrats lose a fair democratic election, they’ll despair of democracy. The deciding factor in the election should be whether Democratic voters are left “questioning the democratic system.” Essentially, we must vote Biden to coddle the American Democrat.

Never mind that these Democrats are falsely and unjustly claiming that democracy is now in question. (Hamid flat out denies that these facts matter: “We can debate that, but…”) What’s important to ‘guardians of democracy’ like Hamid is only that Democrats “will lose their shit and lose their minds.” That they’ll do so because “they can no longer think rationally” and will obstinately refuse to recognize the results of a fair election is, for some reason, to be ignored.

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The radical left has outsized institutional power today. Throughout the Trump Presidency, this year especially, they’ve converted their beachheads in our major institutions into dominance of them. Liberals blame this turn of events on Trump’s provocations, but, more than anything, what it demonstrates is the wartime conservative’s view that the radical left had to be squarely confronted. And it’s appeasement-thinking like Young’s and Hamid’s that allowed the radical left to establish such strong beachheads in the first place. 

[internetbynight]

<<Practically and historically, this means that social control by means of the end (and the more or less dialectical providence that ministers to the fulfilment of this end) is replaced with social control by means of prediction, simulation, programmed anticipation and indeterminate mutation, all governed, however, by the code. Instead of a process finalised in accordance with its ideal development, we are dealing with generative models. Instead of prophecy, we fall subject to 'inscription'. There is no radical difference between the two. Only the schemata of control change and, it has to be said, reach a fantastic degree of perfection. From a capitalist productivist society to a neo-capitalist cybernetic order, aiming this time at absolute control: the biological theory of the code has taken up arms in the service of this mutation. Far from 'indeterminate', this mutation is the outcome of an entire history where God, Man, Progress and even History have successively passed away to the advantage of the code, where the death of transcendence benefits immanence, which corresponds to a far more advanced phase of the vertiginous manipulation of social relations. In its infinite reproduction, the system puts an end to the myth of its origin and to all the referential values it has itself secreted in the course of its process. By putting an end to the myth of its origin, it puts an end to its internal contradictions (there is no longer a real or a referential to which to oppose them) and also puts an end to the myth of its end, the revolution itself. With the revolution you could still make out the outline of a victorious human and generic reference, the original potential of man. But what if capital wiped generic man himself off the map (in favour of genetic man)? The revolution's golden age was the age of capital, where myths of the origin and the end were still in circulation. Once these myths were short-circuited (the only threat that capital had ever faced historically came from this mythical demand for rationality which pervaded it from the start) in a de facto operationality, a non-discursive operationality once it became its own myth, or rather an indeterminate, aleatory machine, something like a social genetic code capital no longer left the slightest opportunity for a determinate reversal. This is the real violence of capital. However, it remains to be seen whether this operationality is itself a myth, whether DNA is itself a myth. This effectively poses the problem of the discursive status of science once and for all. In Monod, this discourse is so candidly absolutised that it provides a perfect opportunity for posing the problem: Plato, Heraclitus, Hegel, Marx . . . : these ideological edifices, represented as a priori, were in reality a posteriori constructions designed to justify preconceived ethico-political theories. . . . For science, objectivity is the only a priori postulate of objectivity, which spares, or rather forbids it from taking part in this debate. [Chance and Necessity, p. 98] However, this postulate is itself a result of the never innocent decision to objectify the world and the 'real'. In fact, it postulates the coherence of a specific discourse, and scientificity is doubtless only the space of this discourse, never manifest as such, whose simulacrum of 'objectivity' covers over this political and strategic speech. Besides, Monod clearly expresses the arbitrariness of this discourse a little further on: It may be asked, of course, whether all the invariants, conservations and symmetries that make up the texture of scientific discourse are not fictions substituted for reality in order to obtain a workable image. . . . A logic itself founded upon a purely abstract, perhaps 'conventional', principle of identity a convention with which, however, human reason seems to be incapable of doing without. [ibid., p. 99] We couldn't put it more clearly: science itself determines its generative formula and its discourse model on the basis of a faith in a conventional order (and moreover not just any order, but the order of a total reduction). But Monod quickly glosses over this dangerous hypothesis of 'conventional' identity. A rigid basis would serve science better, an 'objective' reality for example. Physics will testify that identity is not only a postulate, but that it is in things, since there is an 'absolute identity of two atoms when they are found to be in the same quantitative state'. So, is it convention or is it objective reality? The truth is that science, like any other discourse, is organised on the basis of a conventional logic, but, like any other ideological discourse, requires a real, 'objective' reference within the processes of substance in order to justify it. If the principle of identity is in any way 'true', even if this is at the infinitesimal level of two atoms, then the entire conventional edifice of science which draws its inspiration from it is also 'true'. The hypothesis of the genetic code DNA is also true and cannot be defeated. The same goes for metaphysics. Science explains things which have been defined and formalised in advance and which subsequently conform to these explanations, that's all that 'objectivity' is. The ethics that come to sanction this objective knowledge are just systems of defence and misconstrual [méconnaissance] that aim to preserve this vicious circle. As Nietzsche said: "Down with all hypotheses that have allowed belief in a real world".>>

[the-rogue-apostate]

Out of the Darkness - Chapter 4

Hi everyone! 

Again, sorry for the delay in putting this out - both in general and after the Ao3 link. Not really anything to say about the chapter, only to remind that I will be getting to more of Kara’s background very soon. She’s unique in that, in my headcanon, she’s both an apostate and not a noble (like the game) so I definitely will get into that more soon. Just a lot of establishing going on for the moment.

You can also check it out on my Ao3 here!

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

         “The Breach is a loooong way up.”

           Varric wasn’t wrong. The rift that was the source of the Breach was suspended at least a few dozen feet off the ground, and the Breach itself pierced into the very clouds. All of the other rifts Kara had sealed were five feet above her head, if that. This…was going to be difficult.

           The party approached a railing that overlooked the center of the temple. They took a moment to consider the rift, as well as look around for any lingering demons in the area. It was at that point that Leliana had caught up to them, various soldiers in tow.

           “You’re here! Thank the Maker,” she breathed, approaching Cassandra.

           “Leliana, have your men take up positions around the temple,” Cassandra instructed.

           She nodded and returned to her troops. Cassandra turned back to Kara.

           “This is your chance to end this. Are you ready?”

           It was a loaded question. Kara was prepared to do whatever she could, but would it be good enough? What would happen if she couldn’t seal the Breach? What would happen if she could? It seemed like she was headed for an unpleasant fate either way. It made her wonder how she even got herself in this position. How she managed to survive long enough to be here…

           “You’ve served Redcliffe well. I cannot think of anyone better suited for this task.”

           “You honor me, Arl, sincerely, but-“

           Arl Teagan rose from the table in his private quarters and approached Kara. She subconsciously straightened her posture and folded her hands behind her back.

           “You understand and appreciate Redcliffe’s situation, do you not?” he asked, his eyes narrowing down on her.

    “Yes, sir, of course.”

“You are aware that the mages pose a risk on their own, but with the Templars bearing down on us, I need my men here protecting the village.” His voice was growing more stern, and Kara couldn’t help feeling like a child.

           “Yes, Arl,” she replied, praying her voice wasn’t as shaky as she thought.

           He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Your services to the Hinterlands have been exemplary. With your skills, your…ability to go unseen, I am certain you can blend in at the Conclave. You will.”

           Kara was struggling to wrap her head around what Arl Teagan was asking of her. She’d been a resident of Redcliffe for nearly four years, had served both in the tavern and in the wilderness by taking up countless bounties…but what he was asking was simply daunting. It’s easy to make oneself disappear out in the forests, but to infiltrate the Divine Conclave? Even with an invitation, it would surely be immediately evident that she didn’t belong there. And if she attracted the attention of even one Templar…

           She’d gotten herself out of such issues before, but she would be surrounded by hundreds of Chantry folk; easily one of her worst nightmares. Even so, Arl Teagan believed in her; and he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. He’d made it clear earlier in the conversation that he wanted to know the results of the Conclave before anyone else; likely so he could deliver the news to his nephew, King Alistair.

           “Very well. My blade is yours, Arl.”

           He chuckled. “Excellent, although if all goes well, your blade won’t be necessary. The sooner this Conclave is underway, the sooner we end this war and the mages can return to the Circles where they belong. The liability of their lingering presence is…”

           He walked over to his desk and began shuffling through papers. “Well, you know as well as I the danger they pose to our citizens. Report back here at dawn, and we will send you on your way.”

           “Good evening, Arl.”

    She bowed before leaving the room. As she made her way back to the throne room, she couldn’t help but find amusement over the incredible irony of Arl Teagan’s statement. The liability of the mages’ lingering presence…if he only knew he’d already been hosting one in his village for years…

           But she agreed, and she knew she would be rewarded. It was good to be on the Arl’s good side, despite the necessary deception on her part. She never had any ill will towards the people of Redcliffe, or any of Ferelden’s people for that matter. She simply wanted to live as a free woman, just as her mother had. It’s something she wanted for all mages, and if the Conclave was to be truly successful, they would all be free. It could never be that simple, though; even she admittedly had a hard time thinking of a solution that would satisfy all parties. Even so, she had no power over anyone’s fate but her own, so she simply focused on the task ahead.

           “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Kara told her, staring up at the Breach. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to reach it, though…”

           “This rift was the first, and it is the key,” Solas told her. “You must try. Sealing this rift will seal the Breach itself.”

           She certainly didn’t need reminding of the obvious, no matter how pressing. Considering how little any of them, even Solas, knew of the mark, it just might’ve been possible to close it at a distance. They wouldn’t know until she tried; and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to give it everything she had.

           Kara decided to take the lead as they meandered through and around the rubble. The temple was barely a shadow of its former self; instead, it was a heap of crumbling stone decorated by the corpses of those who once walked its halls. As they passed by one such corpse, burned to a crisp with their mouth frozen in a scream, Kara was reminded once more of the true cost of the explosion.

           “Now is the hour of our victory…”

           The deep resonance of the sudden voice caused everyone to pause and reach for their weapons. It came out of nowhere, emanating through the ruins like a dark echo. The four of them looked around for the source of the voice, and they soon realized that it was coming from the rift.

           “Bring forth the sacrifice…”

           “What are we hearing?” Cassandra asked cautiously.

           “At a guess – the person who created the Breach,” Solas postulated grimly.

           They continued down the makeshift path, passing by the occasional archer in their assigned position. As they rounded a corner, a flash of red came into view. Kara approached cautiously as the flash revealed itself to be large crystals jutting out of the rocks. They also gave off heat, which she found extremely odd. Varric walked up beside her and eyed the crystals, groaning.

           “You know this stuff is red lyrium, Seeker,” he told Cassandra.

           “I see it, Varric,” she replied sharply.

           “But what’s it doing here?” It was clear he was concerned, and that he’d been in contact with the stuff before.

           “Magic could’ve drawn on lyrium beneath the temple. Corrupted it,” Solas guessed.

           Varric scoffed. “It’s evil. Whatever you do, don’t touch it.”

           They followed his advice and continued onward.

           “Keep the sacrifice still.”

           The voice continued, sending a sickening chill up Kara’s spine with each statement. The longer it went on, the more she swore it sounded familiar. But she couldn’t place it. All she knew was that it sounded like it was being spoken by pure evil.

           “Someone! Help me!”

           The group was brought to pause once more, as a different voice now echoed from the rift. A woman, frightened with a slight strain in her tone. She, too, sounded familiar to Kara, and she could’ve sworn it was-

           “That is Divine Justinia’s voice!” Cassandra cried.

           Kara ran over to a ledge just a few feet from the center of the temple. She jumped down, and the others followed suit as she slowly approached the rift. Numerous soldiers on the ground and perched above had their swords and bows at the ready. It was anyone’s guess what would happen, and Kara herself was prepared for the worst.

           About ten feet away from the rift is when Kara’s mark flared up once more. She bit the inside of her cheek as sparks of pain flew up her arm and folded her palm into a fist as it lit up her hand.

           “Someone! Help me!”

           Divine Justinia’s voice rang out once more, followed by a voice they didn’t expect.

           “What’s going on here?!”

           It was Kara’s voice.

           “That was your voice,” Cassandra pointed out, her surprise evident. “Most Holy called out to you, but-“

           She was cut off as the rift flared, sending out a blinding light. A thin, white mist settled around the area, and as it cleared it revealed an interesting sight. It was as though a vision came to life among the rift as two figures suddenly appeared in the air. One figure was that of Divine Justinia, suspended in the air. She appeared to be restrained by her arms through a strange type of spell, and her expression confirmed her fear as heard through the earlier echoes. The other figure could only be described as a large, dark mass with glowing red eyes; no other features were visible.

           A third figure then appeared clear as day. It was Kara herself, rushing towards the Divine and the dark creature. She stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing the other two.

           “What’s going on here?!”

           Her expression was that of confusion and shock, much like the present Kara’s expression. To say she was disturbed by watching her own actions was an understatement; especially when she had no memory of this event.

           “Run while you can! Warn them!” the Divine pleaded.

           “We have an intruder,” the dark entity announced, its eyes turning towards Kara.

           A large hand protruded from the black mass, pointing a bony finger at her vision. She appeared to begin backing away from it, but before they could discover what would follow, the rift lit up once more. The white light faded back into green, and everyone in the ruins was left dumbfounded. All eyes were on Kara as Cassandra approached her.

           “You were there! Who attacked? And the Divine, is she…? Was this vision true? What are we seeing???”

           “I don’t remember! I have absolutely no memory of what we just saw!”

           Cassandra was borderline manic, desperate for answers. Kara herself was just as desperate and felt absolutely helpless at not being able to provide any. She truly had no memory of what they’d just witnessed, and she couldn’t imagine that what followed was pleasant.

           Solas stepped forward then, gazing up at the rift as he contemplated the vision.

           “Echoes of what happened here,” he mused. “The Fade bleeds in this place.”

           He removed his staff from his back as Cassandra and Kara walked up beside him. It was time to seal the Breach, and he was the most qualified to offer them direction. Further speculation of the vision of the past would have to wait.

           “This rift is not sealed, but it is closed…albeit temporarily,” he continued. “I believe that, with the mark, the rift can be opened and then sealed properly and safely. However, opening the rift will likely attract attention from the other side.”

           “That means demons!” Cassandra announced, turning to face the surrounding soldiers. “Stand ready!”

           The soldiers formed up, drawing their swords and readying their arrows respectively. Varric readied his crossbow as Solas aimed his staff, both backing up to give Kara her space. Cassandra followed suit, though she remained closer than the rest as she watched over her.

           Kara had no idea what would happen when she opened the rift. They had encountered dozens of demons scattered across the valley and three minor rifts that she had successfully closed. But this rift was different; it was the key, as Solas pointed out. What was the chance of something worse breaking free? What if opening the rift caused another explosion? In truth, she had no answers to these questions, and there was no time to waste making guesses. It was now or never – may the Maker watch over them all.

           She drew her sword and looked back to Cassandra. The Seeker nodded slowly in response, indicating everything was a go. Kara muttered a quick silent prayer, then raised her left hand to the rift.

           A stream of green light shot up into the air, piercing into the rift. Kara gritted her teeth through the pain as she waited on it to open, and after a few tense moments, the tear complied. It burst open in a flash of green, shaking the ground and unstable structures close by. The soldiers steadied themselves as another stream of green energy shot out of the rift, shooting straight out into the air. Just as it was about to dissolve, a large form appeared a few feet above the ground and let out what could only be described as a roar. It quickly landed on the stone and manifested entirely – as a Pride demon.

           “NOW!”

           The archers let loose a flurry of arrows into the massive creature, earning another roar that shook through the ruins. Unfortunately, though the demon was irritated, they did little harm. It thrashed and threw its arms around as the grounded soldiers closed in, and almost immediately it created casualties. Kara swore it had to be at least ten feet tall and all muscle, making it more formidable than anything they’d seen yet.

           “We need to strip its defenses! Wear it down!” Cassandra shouted.

           Easier said than done, Kara thought. She summoned a fireball in her left hand and shot it at the demon’s face, burning one of its many eyes as she went in for a strike. She was just barely able to duck out of the way as its arm came swinging towards her. Melee weapons were likely the best chance for a kill, but the demon was too powerful for the moment. She backed off as the others continued their assault, conjuring up another fireball as she considered other options.    

           As she fired at the creature once more, she spotted a fallen soldier off to her right. It was a close-range archer judging by the quiver on his back, and Kara immediately saw the opportunity. She sprinted towards the corpse and picked up the bow under his arm as she haphazardly slung the quiver over her shoulder. Wasting no time, she immediately drew two arrows against the string and pointed them at the creature’s head.

           “Come on you big bastard, look my way,” she muttered.

           The demon continued to strike and stomp at the men around it, and occasionally it sent waves of lightning magic through its claws. It was dealing heavy damage, and she knew a good headshot would make it stagger; multiple head shots could even allow for a direct killing blow. Fortunately, the beast turned her way long enough for her to briefly steady her aim and let the arrows fly, landing right in the center of its mass of eyes. The creature roared in pain as it staggered against a broken pillar.

           “More are coming through the rift!” Cassandra shouted.

           Sure enough, a few sloth demons materialized around the behemoth and began their own siege. Kara continued to attack from a distance, having more luck with the weaker creatures. The Pride demon was beginning to lose strength, as well, and with the rest of her party deep in the fray, she took the opportunity to weaken the rift itself. She shot her hand into the air and allowed the Fade energy to spew into the opening. She held it there a few seconds, watching it twist and warp, before yanking it away with a grunt. The Pride demon was fueling it somehow, and likely the other way around; the creature had to go if they were going to make any headway.

           There was one unfortunate truth that was becoming harder to ignore, however; she was tired. The mark was truly taking its toll now. Its proximity to the rift made the sparks fly and the pain constant. Kara was no weakling, far from it under normal circumstances, but she could tell her strength was waning. She silently prayed to the Maker that she could at least close the Breach before she died.

           Shrugging off the negative, she continued firing arrows at the Pride demon’s head. Her comrades were breaking it down as well, though it was obvious they were also tiring. Solas managed to put some distance between himself and the creature and hit it with as many ice spells as he could conjure. Varric managed to do some decent damage with his crossbow, as well, though it still managed to knock a few bolts out of the way. Cassandra was right in there, giving the demon everything she had with her sword.

           Before she knew it, the demon had been knocked down to one knee. Kara wasted no time pulling two more arrows from her quiver, lining up the shot, and releasing. They impaled the beast once more in its cluster of eyes, and it finally went down.

           “NOW! Seal the rift!”

           Kara didn’t even think. She dropped the bow and threw her hand into the air. The stream of energy broke forth and into the rift, and the jolt had her struggling to stay on her feet. The green light emanating from it began to glow, brighter and brighter until everyone in the area was shielding their eyes. The pain shooting up her arm was worse than ever, making it almost impossible to bite back her scream. It was taking longer than usual, likely due to the size, but she couldn’t give up. Just a little longer. A little more and the Breach will be sealed-

           A few more seconds passed and suddenly a burst of energy shot out of the rift and up into the Breach. It sent a shockwave through the ruins, knocking everyone off their feet. It continued up into the clouds, and as soon as it made contact, a blinding light shot out into the air large enough to be seen for miles.

           The rift was sealed, and the bearer of the mark lay unconscious where she first fell from the Fade.

[theviolenttomboy]

This month’s SM summary, courtesy of Coronis!

Picking up where the last chapter left off. Kiawe reveals the Z Crystal hidden in En's collar to Sun, and we get a gag where Sun automatically thinks of its price, and Moon sees it through. She pinches him, saying 'I know what you are thinking', and Sun immediately replies 'I'm not selling it! I'm not selling it!'. Mallow and Lana usher the group to the Ruins of Life as they are worried about Tapu Lele, and also want Kiawe to teach Sun the Z Move. Kiawe requests himself to be 'delivered' to the Ruins, and Sun summons Tauros, heading off as Mallow and Lana keep the Team Skull Grunts at bay. Later, at the entrance of the Ruins, Moon tends to Kiawe's wounds, and enables him to stand. Kiawe postulates that En unleashed an incomplete version of the Z Move at the Festival Tournament, and explains that the Z Ring, Z Crystal and Z Pose are the 3 integral parts of successfully using a Z Move. Moon realizes that the Sparkling Stone is the Z Ring, but Sun says he doesn't know any Z Bouzu (Bouzu can either mean a 'brat' or people who shaved their heads like monks. This is a phonetic gag since Bouzu and the Japanese katana for pose 'Po-zu' are very similar). Kiawe thinks Sun must have somehow moved his arms akin to the Z Pose, allowing the somewhat incomplete Z Move getting pulled off. Sun brags that lucky people will always get things go their way, and Moon shoots him a look of disdain. Kiawe then demonstrates the Pose, but Sun is reluctant to do the 'dance'. Kiawe insists that only when he masters the Z Move will he be able to beat the Team Skull Enforcer. Sun doubts it, but Moon agrees with Kiawe, and reminds him that in order to deliver the Mirage Berry to Tapu Lele, Sun must do anything. Sun has no choice but to comply, but finds himself unable to tap into the mood, until Kiawe reminds him of the thought he had back when he unleashed the move at the Festival Tournament. Not surprisingly, the 100 million yen goal becomes Sun's motivation, and he easily masters the 'dance' by reciting the words '100 million yen'. Sun realizes the problem that he actually doesn't have the Sparkling Stone right now, but Kiawe offers to let him borrow his. Kiawe also explains how draining it is to unleash a move, which is why he is asking Sun to practice it without the Z Ring. Suddenly, Type: Null ambushes them, and we see Gladion, having taken Tape Lele hostage (it has retracted its head like when it does its Z Move and is carried around like a bag, rather than captured). Kiawe reveals that his Sparkling Stone was given to him by Tapu Lele 5 years ago, but the deity is not responding. Moon realizes that it must still be suffering from its injuries when it battled Xurkitree, and Gladion finally understands why it was so easy to capture Tapu Lele, having fought creatures coming from the crevices in the sky. Moon questions Gladion's intention, and the boy reveals that his goal is to get the Tapus. Moon believes that his ultimate goal is to fight the mysterious creatures from the wormholes, which is probably the reason the Tapus are angry, and proposes that they all work together rather than fight. However, Sun refuses to collaborate with someone who sided with an evil team, and plans to blast him off with a Z Move. Unfortunately, when Kiawe hands him his Z Ring, Type: Null shatters it, and Gladion mocks that Sun cannot win with a move that knocks himself unconscious. He recalls the reason Sun emerged victorious at the Tournament was because the Kahunas stepped in. The Kahunas were so thrilled by Sun's possession of the Sparkling Stone that he was basically asked to forfeit. Afterall, if he sent in his Porygon, Sun's Litten would stand no chance. Gladion once again mocks how the Z Move wouldn't help Sun win against him, but a voice comes on to mock Gladion instead, saying he wouldn't have shattered the Z Ring if what he said was true. The voice turns out to be Kahili, who has flown in on her Skarmory. She sends out her Toucannon to hit Type: Null with a Drill Peck, and skillfully 'golf in' the Pokeball of Oricorio in front of Sun, delivering his Z Ring to him. She believes that Gladion knows he would lose in face of a Z Move, which is the real reason he broke Kiawe's Z Ring. With that, Sun formally pulls off the fire type Z Pose, and unleashes an Inferno Overdrive... Pics: 1) Moon pinching Sun for thinking of selling the Z Crystal 2) Sun bragging that he is one of those always lucky ones and Moon making a face 3) Kiawe and the fire type Z Pose 4) Sun feeling overwhelmed by the Pose 5) Sun reminding Kiawe that he doesn't have the Sparkling Stone now 6) Gladion captured Tapu Lele 7) Z Ring shattered 8) Toucannon hitting Type: Null 9) Kahili arrives 10) Golfs in her Oricorio 11) Sun hurting himself while trying to force on his Ring 12) Sun channeling his aura to En's Inferno Overdrive

[envisionourfuture]

A postulation of climate

Engagement:

I object to the use of the term humankind. Mankind is to man as cat kind is to cats. We do not speak of queeneries. Humankind is to speak of Anglo-Saxon-man-kind and is far less inclusive, it is effectively to say Caucasian-kind and is difficult for other ethnicities to interact with[1]. Peoplekind is not used as people refers to the individual and not the type. Man as type, man as gender, man as dominion holder and man as the keeper.

Abstract:

I usually try and work with no presumptions. Ordinarily, that means nothing determines that the answer is some particular thing, but, equally, nothing means it cannot be. There is only what fits all of the data, and possibility. It is an interesting way to work.

One of the traps is to think that because some particular answer seems to fit the data that it will be the answer. It might be but, make no presumptions as there are always either other possibilities or, more to realise. In many ways it is like chipping away at a rock to find diamonds, exposing solid truth.

As I examine an idea I turn the facets of the idea in my mind and compare with known data to see how to my mind the idea seems to fit. If it is a good fit then factual comparisons with references, review of data, and actual computations are made to see if the way I hold the idea in my mind is consistent with measurable reality. With some practice, we become adept at making these comparisons.

Sometimes, weeks afterwards, after learning just one more fact, the entire results part of the conceptual model must be remade. If you can accept that as just a part of the process, then it is completely not frustrating but actually rewarding and you can easily move forward into the new conceptual model.

Climate-change discussions that I have been involved with pre-date discussions of the ozone layer. We were very fortunate to have a well connected secondary college, one that I now sadly miss as a government casualty, but one so adept at raising the brightest and the best. The early discussion considered changes in climate in terms of the possibility Sol was shining brighter than before or, that more solar output was somehow reaching the Earth than previously, that the interspacial conditions were changed. Consideration was given to the possible effects of deforestation. Nobody that I know of then foresaw the extent of the present glacial melt or, at least it was not spoken of. The important thing was that sound methodology was already looking at the measurables.

A postulation of climate:

It has been a learning process over a number of years to come into contact with various pieces of relevant information concerning the climate. Only more recently has media become involved with coverage stretching at times to near hyperbole, and with periods of a lull in coverage in between. At first public discussion via media, many of those who remember were spurred on by memories in the victory of ozone-depleting chemicals that whatever the issue we would resolve it but, as it happens for the issue of climate it is not that simple.

The Earth's atmosphere is a complex soup, many chemicals we give little thought to and have heard little of trickle into the atmosphere and yet play their part. Only a few are well known, such as methane and carbon-di-oxide, but their role in the broader ecology is for most people not well understood. There are vast reserves of both stored within Earth's habitat, deep underground and, under our glaciers and oceans. Therein lies a part of the problem as temperatures creep even part of a few degrees, that the climb in temperature and additional melt it causes releases more of the stored gasses, which in turn is inclined to result in further melts and further releases. It would seem that if climate cannot be reasonably maintained if not controlled, then the situation has disaster written all over it. That seems to be a summary of the position and direction of public education on climate change but, that is based on opinion. There is much more information available.

Other outcomes are equally, if not more possible. I intend in the next few paragraphs to deal in the realm of possibility and expect in the next few years some of what I write may well be shown to be outside the realm of possibility with new data. For the benefit of the reader to undertake a little self-research, I have deliberately limited myself to postulation with data and facts as I remember them. I have not yet taken my models to review and comparisons of references as discussed earlier, although I will do so shortly and suggest that you may also wish to do so. The purpose is to objectify that although the media disseminates information, it is often not responsible for the rhetoric it spruiks or for its own echo, and that there is a vast amount that we still do not understand about climate and what is likely to come. The news provided to the general public is largely unscientific.

Irreducibly, the pertinent decisions we as mankind must make are barely unaltered by climate change; it is simple to show that events only dictate the priority and order by which we must work, the timeline, and not what has to be accomplished. We must plant trees for the health of the Earth and, we must develop long-long-range off-planet habitation.

What may be:

Up until recently, I was unaware of a set of data compiled by NOAA (formerly NCDC) under the heading Glacial-Interglacial Cycle[2]. My previous personal outlook only provided views of the runaway climate model, or if we are able to intervene, as many years as possible of the climate we are much familiar with for the past thousands of years. There is a video on the internet describing a possible worst-case scenario[3]. Initially, my interest was piqued by a study in deforestation that shows, by estimate, we are short 50% of the arborage of Earth. Something like 3,000,000,000,000 trees since the close of the last ice-age, and it seems obvious that such a reduction is going to dramatically reduce the environmental coping mechanisms capacity for changes in atmospheric and solar conditions[4]. The specific accuracy of either the percentage of loss or actual count is of little importance provided we agree that they are estimates provided by some scientific process. Even if both the numbers for percentage loss and the actual count are overestimated by 75% it is still a significant number. I came across the additional NOAA data while searching for more references into tree numbers and deforestation, around the search term glaciation.

The picture provided by the Glacial-Interglacial Cycle, however, is vastly different to the runaway climate model but there are still causes for concern. What if the cycle relies upon additional greening from photosynthesis in the early stages of warming to somehow turnaround the warming cycle, possibly through additional cooling evaporation due to the abundance and colour intensity of the arborage? So that once the Earth begins to warm it flips a switch and cools significantly?

There are other possibilities to consider in processes that may, or could, take place here on Earth to result in cooling. The important thing is that it is not the first time we have approached what seems from our present view to be an unrecoverable warm, release, warm cycle, and so far, in each case, it is followed by remarkable cooling. What if it is so cold for such a sufficient period that we all freeze? We have all seen sprouts grow in a cupboard so we can be sure plants will still do some growing if there is sufficient warmth even without much light, but planning for building in mile-deep sliding snowdrifts, early soft glaciations, is not progressing. In fact, it is worth noting in passing that such conditions leave very little evidence of life or civiliation to remain so; by the time of a thaw, our great, great, great grandchildren, presuming that they survive, would possibly think that they started the world new.

There are other possible processes outside the local Earth environment that could play a part and this is part of the benefit of working with no presumptions and allowing the available data to dictate the model while working from possibility, so I will pose a long series of questions, and I suppose somebody will calculate eventually what the odds are.

We note that the Glacial-interglacial Cycle page provides a graph titled "Years before present (in thousands)" with the following blurb:

Solar radiation varies smoothly through time (top, orange line) with a strong cyclicity of ~23,000 years, as seen in this time series of July incoming solar radiation at 65°N (Berger and Loutre 1991). In contrast, glacial–interglacial cycles last ~100,000 years (middle, black line) and consist of stepwise cooling events followed by rapid warmings, as seen in this time series inferred from hydrogen isotopes in the Dome Fuji ice core from Antarctica (Kawamura et al. 2007). Atmospheric CO2 measured from bubbles in Dome Fuji ice (bottom, blue line) shows the same pattern as the temperature time series (Kawamura et al. 2007). Yellow columns indicate interglacial periods. Glacial-Interglacial Cycle (NOAA, n.d.)[2]

Altogether the graph appears very regular with set cyclic motions during even, regular time-spans. We can ask what events coincide with the notable events on the graph, suggesting that those preceding a given point may be the cause and those during up until the point of recovery may assist that the events continue. In the most recent cycle we cool, and cool, and cool, and cool, right up until approximately 10,000 years ago. We can say that in all probability we were inevitably involved 10,000 years ago but, what about the several occurrences previous to that? As to the causes, it may easily be celestial in nature even as it may be Eathly. Playing possibility, we observe that the output of Sol changes over time with its own cycles, why cannot it change more so, the 100-year average could easily rise and fall making the graph operate in accordance, but then we would wish to know what was its cause. A 100,000 year major cycle of the Sun reaching well below what we currently call solar-minimum makes some sense. Perhaps, even if for a year duration the Sun effectively went out by comparison with what we are used to? There would be possibly little archaeological record of that on Earth either in rock or in ice since the day-by-day states usually accumulate to make up averages in the record by depth.

We can observe the operation of a kerosine fridge, why is the Earth's atmosphere very much different? Turn the Sun out for a year, allow the Earth to chill and then turn the Sun back on. The Sun does not have to go all the way off, just reduce below what we consider the solar-minimum. The cooling heating means that the heating near the equator is likely more pronounced moving air currents higher where they cool more and provide additional cooling at the poles. The Sun going out restarting the blast chiller cycle on full. Technically if there is a way for the Sun to go out these things are easily foreseeable. Likewise, this could have happened in the past.

We could come up with all kinds of fancy theories as to how this may happen. A once every 100,000 years a super-highspeed galaxial comet that rushes past and snaps up the magnetic flux from the solar system disturbing the output of the Sun. A one every 50,000 years event that we experience first in one direction and then another, where we are largely shielded each second occurrence due to the polarity of the heliosheath. As it is presently, we cannot account for the cause of the cycles of Sol that we are observe and cannot determine then if there may not be additional solar confluences. Think in terms of harmonies and interaction, causing changes in the output and observable conditions of the Sun.

If some event on Earth, I propose that global wildfires or some volcanological event bring to a close the interglacial period, I cannot think of much else. It may be merely the prevalence of trees that bring the glacial period's opening. If a celestial event, either changes in the output of the Sun, possibly magnetically regulated, or changes in the local interspace conditions. Eventually, if you consider, the Sun both inside up to the surface, and again outside to the heliosheath, is not much different to a plasma ball. You change the excitement, you change the output, you change the medium, you change the permeation.

Conclusion:

Studies in harmony conclude that we should avoid doing anything with negative input into the equilibrium. This includes things that seem to be without direct negative consequences as the studies provide that a small thing can have strong and lasting consequences affecting many while seeming in itself and in observation in close quarters to affect nothing, such as cutting down a tree. If equilibrium is represented as a scale then as we observe close to the pointer arm further down closer to our present and personal situation there seems to be no noticeable effect for cutting down one tree, and as both sides of the scale arm move since it is a thickness wide there may even seem to be some positive effect noting in proximity to location and time, however, further up the arm and with the passage of time the pointer swerves wildly, the oceans churned and men are berayed. What if from that one tree came a new species necessary for the maintenance of climate, the habitation of far off worlds or an elixir of untold health and wisdom? People dismiss it is philosophy but, the butterfly effect is real, and I prefer to consider equilibrium and harmony than that. Also, do not allow a preference for equilibrium to make you weak, we are conquerors, we have dominion, we have a worthwhile purpose, we have much to accomplish and, we have responsibility.

Science data proves that the Glacial-Interglacial Cycle is something, and we postulate what it means and how it may conceivably operate.

-HRjJ

Bibliography:

[1] Hamawandy, A. (2015). Prefix (hu) as a Cognate Morpheme in Old English and Avestan. International Journal of Language and Linguistics, 3(4), 239. https://doi.org/10.11648/j.ijll.20150304.17 [2] NOAA. (n.d.). Glacial-Interglacial Cycles. Retrieved December 7, 2019, from https://www.ncdc.noaa.gov/abrupt-climate-change/Glacial-Interglacial Cycles [3] Destiny. (2018). What Would Happen If All Ice On Earth Melted? - YouTube. Retrieved December 7, 2019, from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0QwdJ37Y38&feature=emb_title [4] Amos, J. (2015). Earth’s trees number “three trillion.” Retrieved December 7, 2019, from https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-34134366

[sigmadaily]

[laurent-ofvere]

some bullshit au where everyone's alive idk

“@safetytank *BANGS DOWN THE DOOR* DID SOMEONE ASK FOR FLUFF”

            The air out in the palace garden was cooler; Auguste welcomed the change from the stifling atmosphere of the dinner hall. With any luck, Laurent would be—

           Right on cue, the two of them appeared from behind the entry archway. Laurent still had Damianos’ hand clasped tightly in his and pulled him along with a determined expression, only pausing occasionally to scan for signs of other guests. Damianos followed willingly. His breathless grin said everything it needed to about what he thought of sneaking through the gardens with the crown prince’s little brother.

            Laurent wove their steps between statues and topiaries the same way he used to as a child, when he’d dart back and forth and laugh while Auguste chased after him. Eventually this brought the pair to one of Laurent’s favorite spots: a wrought-iron bench, tucked away in an alcove created by the width of the entry’s ivy-covered trellis.

            There Laurent turned to face Damianos and led him away from the trellis. Hidden away against the far end of the hedges like this, there would be plenty of warning should someone else wander into the gardens in search of two missing princes.

            It was both like and unlike Laurent. The secrecy, the deception planned out in advance to ensure no one could immediately pinpoint his location, throwing himself into something new with total confidence he would emerge victorious, all of that was practically Laurent’s essence of being. The interest in going to all that effort for the sake of someone different, that was intriguing.

            They made quite the odd couple. Even freshly out of adolescence, the top of Laurent’s head could perhaps reach to the underside of Damianos’ chin. The difference in height meant the Akielon prince spoke to Laurent with his head at a permanent incline, while Laurent met him halfway with his own tipped upwards. The two of them were night and day, one tall, brawny, and dark, one slight and angular and ghostly-pale in the dappled moonlight.

            Had he not witnessed little Laurent defeating opponents feet taller and stones heavier than himself, Auguste might have been concerned. As he was intimately familiar with Laurent’s razor-sharp tongue, however, his concern instead extended itself to Damianos.

            Their conversation remained low enough to be indecipherable, but the clear view of them relayed what words could not. Laurent had released the other prince’s hand and stood with his arms folded defensively across his chest. He had to be telling Damianos something deeply important, since he held himself as stiffly and haughtily as possible.

            Laurent must have cared very much for his response, or he wouldn’t be taking the pains to detach himself in case the exchange didn’t go to his liking.

            Damianos, to his credit, seemed able to withhold the besotted look most people wore while serving as the object of Laurent’s attention. His gaze met Laurent’s and held it firmly, rather than drifting to contemplate the shape of Laurent’s features. Many a dialogue with an unfortunate courtier had been halted mid-sentence by Laurent deciding he’d had enough of being ogled, but Laurent seemed to find Damianos’ replies satisfactory.

            Auguste could postulate that his colloquial skills were not all Laurent found satisfactory, and took the opportunity to slip closer under the cover of prickly branches.

            “—Like this before,” Damianos was saying in lightly-accented Veretian, smiling in genuine endearment.

            Laurent huffed, turning his face to one side. “It isn’t that simple.”

            “Isn’t it?”

            “My father has begun arranging for me to be married off at his earliest convenience,” Laurent said airily.

            “Oh.” Damianos couldn’t have sounded more deflated if he’d tried. “Congratula—” He halted suddenly; Laurent must have fixed him with quite a glare. “I’m…sorry to hear that.”

           “It’s the way of things.”

            Auguste pushed down a laugh. That exact phrasing had been used by their father to justify the whole situation to a furious, defiant Laurent.

            “Has it…been decided already?”

            Damianos could not possibly be this dense. There was no way he’d sat through an evening of celebrations specifically centered around Laurent’s coming of age, of dancing and sneaking out to the gardens together and holding hands, and still believed Laurent had gone to all that trouble just to inform him that he’d been betrothed to someone else.

            “I’ve run over the deadline by quite a margin. Father’s very displeased with me.”

            “Oh, you…” Finally, it seemed to click. “…Oh.”

            “I decided you should have some say in the matter. I could have settled it all without your input if I’d wanted.”

            It was as close to a proposal as Laurent was willing to come.

            “Am I to compete with the other candidates?” Damianos sounded breathless, caught entirely off-guard, but not upset about it in the slightest.

            “What would be the sense in that? You’d send all of them home in disgrace.” Trust Laurent to deprive the world of Prince Damianos standing bashfully beside a gaggle of Patran princesses who struggled to lift a spear, let alone hurl one accurately enough to take Laurent home as their prize.

            “None of the others caught your fancy?”

            “You,” Laurent said sharply, “of all people, should know the answer to that.”

            He was really going to do it. Not that Damianos was a bad choice, all things considered. Less than a decade passing since the treaty had quieted the tension simmering on either side of the border, but not dispelled it. Several centuries of bad blood remained between the two nations regardless of how well their leaders could play nice with each other. Marrying off one of Vere’s own would be taken as martyrdom at first, throwing the Akielons a blond-haired appeasement to discourage them from invading, but the long-term benefits of linking the ruling families together through marriage weren’t insignificant.

            In addition, Damianos himself would make a fine husband. He carried none of his father’s single-minded resentment of Vere, instead embodying the respect and honor his people held in such high esteem. He was straightforward in all things; if he’d posed a threat the way his brother had, even the densest in Arles would have picked up on it.

            And Laurent liked him. That qualification stood out beyond all else. Laurent didn’t like people. His affection remained a tightly-guarded resource, expended almost exclusively on Auguste, and perhaps rationed out to a scattering of the courtiers’ children back in the capitol. Auguste couldn’t think of any time in Laurent’s life when he’d had a friend his own age, or childhood memories of getting into mischief with a playmate. That Damianos had earned not only his attention but his trust, that was an unrivaled accomplishment.

            That he was wholly infatuated with Laurent as well was almost excessive at this point.

[ulyssesredux]

Oxen of the Sun

Tight. I bade him have a devastating effect on U.S. Car companies coming back to Japan. In a breath 'twas done but—hold! Nothing on the stools, poor body, how thou settedst little by me. Hurroo! I spent a fraction of that discursiveness which seemed the only candidate who is ignorant of that other circumstances a breach of the Sublime Porte by the book Law. My thoughts and prayers are with you there. To her, I don't believe sources said, our lust is brief. If she who seduced me had left but the heart but they would be very dishonest person-& should not be allowed in the Trump Rallies today. I never did lie! I will be big factors. No matter what Bill Clinton says and no botch! Love! Full she drad that God the Allruthful to have the obligingness to pass the intervening months in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not be allowed! Gad's bud, immensely so, Stephen said indeed to his father, a mirror hey, presto! A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of a wild manner when he was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in townhithe meeting he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to go up. Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's my name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to blame. Run Bernie, will lose! My words were unfortunate-the-Hand which was entirely due to conjugal vexations or to hoof it on the scaffold high. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of Russia by Hillary! Our economy will sing again. Great deal for the copiously opulent but also for her to lead the DNC, is worth ten such stopgaps. Your attention! If I make no doubt that we know little or nothing about me.

Loth to irk in Horne's house that now was trespassed out of Meredith. Thereat laughed they all in their speaker an unhealthiness, a murrain seize the dolt, what a devil he would ever dishonest a woman has let the Schumer clowns out of Meredith. Indeed no for Grace was not there to find that bottle. Within womb won he worship. Hillary is being considered for Secretary of State tomorrow morning. My thoughts and prayers are with the romany folk, kidnapping a squire's heir by favour of moonlight or fecking maids' linen or choking chicken behind a hedge. My wonderful son, Eric, on a fair face for Democrats losing an election! See, thy generations and thy mother that had for his cognisance the flower of the Supreme Being. We must keep evil out of the game. Rows of cast. Stap my vitals, said she would starve in such dearth of money to NATO & the veteran who said she and here my pretty philosopher, as it dwelt upon his design, told his hearers that he had spade oars for himself for that he would ever dishonest a woman whoso she might be observed by Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in our politics … and is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the race. Boniface! The Green Party can now rest. Any negative polls are looking great, and the many great Supreme Court! The moment was too propitious for the Orient from on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was sent to our Nation like Donald J. Trump. Very short and lies. We have to defend them and should not be allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of trade, will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. More like 'tis the hoose or the wilds of Connemara or a prairie oyster. Mother's milk, such as intended to no goodness said how he had enjoined his heart weep. WRONG!

Will be back many times as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me. Look slippery. She said thereto that she nibbled mischievously when I am reading that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is more taking then. I will renegotiate NAFTA. A week ago she lay ill, four days on the wrong states We did it! Serious bias-big day. Celebs hurt cause badly. The Great State of Arizona, and played loyally your man's part. Thank you America!

Disgraceful!

Paul Ryan, had been impelled by generous nature to deliver jobs, the midwives sore put to sea to recover the main of America. Once her in that I will be the surface of a rising choler and, as he was of them. Yes, it is for the U.S. is going on the ground. I could not leave his mother an orphan. Allee samee dis bunch. A rough night for Hillary. His project meanwhile was very special! Crooked Hillary hates her!

Such dishonesty! I will show you a way with them. Based on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party has to work out a matter of fact though, the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most sacred. Amazing crowd! The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the like since I was axing at her. Hide my blushes someone. Will be in jail! Guinea to a law of canons, of this same shield which was now better, be having a general election. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left of him erewhile gested and of the wrongfully accused, the economy. Who can say? It will be spent-same result! It is only the plasmic substance can be, but the name nor to what processes we shall wonder if, within the Orlando club, you will not think it will just go on any longer. Agendath is a joke! Senator Lindsey Graham called me about getting together for a one night trip to Scotland in order not to be for ever. Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary, keep your plan! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one dead. God.

The least tholice. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. The lonely house by the media pile on against me. Ma mère m'a mariée. Bloom who, without vim or stamina, not mine! The lords of the word BRAINWASHED. We are nae fou. Busy day planned-but they know she is the lustre of her new coquette cap a gift for her that bare whoso she were or wife or maid or leman if it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? I thank thee, as it was her very long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to his lips, took on to Horne's.

To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to say, but if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. She will sell many air conditioners! See you there, the buck and doe of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on Stephen's persuasion he gave them months of notice. We had a socialist named Bernie! Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man who doesn't know how to affect, postulating as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the rubycoloured egos from the FAKE NEWS. Will be there soon! Crimea! Yes, it is true, some of these serpents they brew out a Wisconsin ad talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the Orlando club, you may it be long too she will be back on with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the very weak and ineffective. But as before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with preponderant excess of moisture, in cash, to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda. If dopey Mark Cuban well.

Remember, Erin, thy lifetask, and he made a mistake here, alack, bawled back. Tell a cram, that you are! Mais bien sûr, noble stranger, he said, the first problem submitted by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a dure. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Media rigging election! Sad this election. But could he not accept to die like the man that time was had lived, Mamy, Budgy Victoria Frances, Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little Bobsy called after our famous hero of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that the Dems are to be gay with the stage where his mother an orphan. For many years! But in the ward. The world is in place, Baggot street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to confront him in aught contrarious to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his piece against the Rt.

We will Make America Great Again. Thereto Punch Costello dinged with his horns whatever was planted and all this while back as no man of art could save so dark is destiny. Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night by Tim Kaine together. What do you call it gossamer. A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair judge in the gap, a year that did havoc the land he stood for, by our ground game on Nov. Hark! Our country is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a tenant at will while he trembled for the badly needed wall, then it would be tantamount to a language so encyclopaedic. Have fun! Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary? I shudder to think of the flock, lest he might to their stomach, the panel did not feel his flesh creep! Lastly at the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is it, to express his notion of the least productive Senator in the primaries like Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night about a temporary advantage with his granados did this traitor to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his piece against the very trees adore her. The sweet creature turned all colours in her pose then, Our Lady of the paranymphs have escorted to the company. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not indeed parcel of my children, Don, Eric, on behalf of our allotted years that he had anything to do so! Ours the white death and the rigged system is totally rigged. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Young Stephen said indeed to his lips, camping out. It's a choice between law, order & safety-or are they, yet look what they did and said, but would campaign differently Campaigning to win including failed run four years of weakness with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast suckled me with their jibes wherewith they did and said that I want wages to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. But this world has serious problems. I called Brexit Hillary was wrong, are happy too as they were all wondrous grieved. Airplane departed from Paris. A murmur of approval arose from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that castle with them for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat in amity for he had broke his mind to his list and he was minded of his supporters. Who wouldn't know this and support of fables such as that of him to school to learn his letters and the injunction upon her fingertips or for the Übermensch. True for you, Florida, where I was not well, my people, upon words so embittered as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she can't win Kentucky, she said, no energy left! A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in middle life. Stay safe! How's the squaws and papooses? Keep you doctor, cried the young gentleman, his opinion who ought not perchance to express their best wishes on the shoulder near him. But her lover consoled her and in such pain through no fault of hers.

Sad! Senator Schumer. And the equine portent grows again, magnified in the antechamber. Pore piccaninnies! The economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. history? Give the public. Amazing people that will wet through any, even the stoutest cloak. A year that did havoc the land of Phenomenon where he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the tusked, the other in the whirligig of years before when they had had ado each with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, T. Lenehan, is no proof, and now she was. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. But at this made return that he was as good fish in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Outside, small group of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or from proclivities acquired. More like 'tis the hoose or the boisterous buffalo the victory speech and after hard drought, please God, I thank thee, as he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it! Yet a chance word will call them as best he can. The system is rigged against him. And whiles they all in applepie order, a clerk in orders, a considerable degree of attentiveness in order to be home! The man then right earnest asked the nun of which, saving the climber. We will do much better off than himself. In politics, they have no power, no action—In addition to winning the race so badly-I won in a trice put off from the telepromter! There is none now to Louisiana days ago, has passed away. The State of Louisiana and get her latest book, which is agreeable unto nature so is there who anything of gravity contains preparation should be no further releases from Gitmo, have to announce that she is the grass that grows on the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Numbers are way down! OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE. #MAGA Hillary Clinton made a capacious hole in it by pouring a lot of money & get much better as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those swineheaded the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the atrocious crime of infanticide. In his ear in the whirligig of years are blown away. Night. Now let us all see how hard it was whether of child or woman and I made a wherry raft, loaded themselves and their tempers were warm persuaders for their drinking but the reason why he had broke his mind to his neighbour nist not of this imagination affirmed how young Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a very good, they said farther she should not be president. Enjoy! That issue has only created jobs at the Convention though I'm sure he would feed himself exclusively upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, the mirror is breathed on and the country. First-so what else is new?

Prior to the person in her intentions. And in the mackintosh? The media and her phony Native American. Crickey, I'm about sprung. When a country! You, sir? Such a beautiful picture!

Huuh! If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the terrible situation in Florida! They laughed at Bernie. With the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton was not in its native orient, throve and flourished and was more familiar with the reverberation of the fittest. No way to convince prople that his problems with The National Enq. You larn that go off of they there both awhile in wanhope sorrowing one with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, T. Lenehan, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the world ever realize what is happening all over. Wow, and all of the metaphysical traditions of the skin so daintily against the Rt. The individual whose visual organs while the stuff that comes away from our country want borders, and all such congenital defunctive music! I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak & losing big, so young then had looked. See you there! I shudder to think of them all embraided and they all right jocundly only young Stephen and for the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that good can triumph over evil! Burke's! I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the house that now was trespassed out of the road to Malahide. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. And the franklin that hight Lenehan and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation? Sunk by war specials. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly they just got caught, that's all! Kasich are mathematically dead and totally biased. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that age upon which it was then about the success or failure of a skittish heifer, big news-I am President! Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Every phase of the olivepress. Why, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that was the reason why he had lived, Mamy, Budgy Victoria Frances, Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little Bobsy called after our famous hero of the road with a light sigh.

Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in their blind fancy, Mr False Franklin, Mr Austin Meldon, to have his dear soul in his fight against ISIS. No new deals will be making some very important decisions on the table, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, while from the living but shrouded in the market so that he could have been left behind. Not good! The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where we will be in one hand, shall we behold such another. So sad! Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding!

I will fix it, should be a total waste of time.

I had a temporary advantage with his tongue, some randy quip he had had ado each with other three all breastfed that died written out in a point shift and petticoat with a pair of mincepies, no problem in doing so! Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to shut up in sorrow for his evil sins. Very good talks! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported.

Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a news conference, but, just like with the great rallies all across the mist of years! Nurse Callan taken aback in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Where is now, it will go to yours! Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the very trees adore her. Look forward to a vast mountain. Destruction! Wrong answer! Us come right in on your invite, see you at the outset that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such gentle courage for all his courtiers and pulling it out with, I think a brevier book with, effectu secuto, or from one party to another world. We will bring our jobs were fleeing our country are amazing-great in states! Pooh! Why aren't people looking at this made return that he who stealeth from the living but shrouded in the travail that they will vote for CHANGE! There's eleven of them. Eh? If I had 17 opponents and she of the twelve year old could have hacked Podesta-why didn't they fix then in the event would burst anon. Skunked? No way they are found in the solitude. I will fight. -I am spending a fortune for their wonderful support. Governor Kasich in favor of Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mail investigation is rigged. No question but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. But as before the hearth but on Stephen's persuasion he gave over the sward or collide and stop, one of old, how thou settedst little by me. Pflaaaap! But on young Malachi they waited for that mother Church that would cast him out of the soul of man his errand that him so flatteringly that she is V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders, after his first hard hat ah, that number will only get higher. He was walking by the media, in the Sacred Book for the U.S., and all the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while back with my share of songs and himself after me on healthcare as soon as fast friends as an arse and a very bandog and let me know! We do not must certainly, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of the year-THANK YOU! Yooka. With two people, upon which it never recovered. From this moment on, who does not say is that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a point shift and petticoat with a polite beck to have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she knew him not, a man of rare forecast, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most distant reflections upon her fingertips or for a meeting with the Clinton campaign, perhaps, work together to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He will be cheer in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be V.P. Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! Courts must act fast! Gross negligence by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the meantime and found the place which was entirely due to the dead man was died and the nun of which, saving the reverence due to some of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the cookable and eatable flesh of a drizzling night in Hatch street, of bigness wrought by wind of last February a year that did havoc the land but green grass for himself but the franklin that had borne with as much as a cat has lives and to marital discipline in the new e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! The Republican platform is most pro-life and against Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue! Tears gushed from the beginning of the economy! What is the grass that grows on the hills nought but dry flag and faggots that would catch at first and after hard drought, please God, rained, a Tory gentleman of note much in play for NSA-as are three others. I want patience, said he, and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the reek of moonflower or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in the tank for Clinton-Kaine is, she did! China ask us if it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? NOT ENOUGH I find it about him for which the other? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But, gramercy, what? Look slippery. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should leave because he thought it would seem, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never—do. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his granados did this traitor to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the very goodliest grot and in it by making it even more expensive. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What's he got into an old smock and skirt that had of his own fashion, if ever he got? Far be it so. Polls! This is a shrewd drier up of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to hell and with other three all breastfed that died written out in a brace of them and should not be! Just out: The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!

Britain, with the stage where his mother watches from the feast, at the Convention though I'm sure he would concede neither to bear but that now engross him. Talks about me.

He knows and will campaign tomorrow. Don't believe the biased and phony media will exclaim it to be, but, transplanted to a speedy delivery he was a typically false news story. Young Stephen said. We must do better! This would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old man Leo. Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a shared history. #MAGA Well, that rarer form, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. God has joined. May today to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the fact that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come here. Have an eggnog or a platter of tripes with a world that doesn’t exist. We're nae tha fou. If you fall don't wait to get herself rich! Looking for a long time. Ready to Make America Great Again! Ayes have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us and our enemies are drooling. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. See you soon! I have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a coordinated effort with the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month before. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media. We stand together as friends, as her mood. Mobile, Alabama today at a certain one day die as he said now that day is at conflict with ridiculous lift ban decision? Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas, the flower of the terrible things they did and said: Meet me at 12:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the voters, I won the Trump University lawsuit for a long waiting list of potential U.S. Despite the long delays by the media refuses to say who can never have allowed this fake news to share her joy, to a language so encyclopaedic. Or she knew the man in the one doxy between them at the mess the U.S. has a nasty mouth. You are very smart and just don't know what to do by the Obama White House, as in his checks? He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the border to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of him so heavied in bowels ruthful. Or she knew him not and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He drank drugs to obliterate my crime. Airports a total disaster! Or is it possible that the other? Then outspake medical Dick to his forehead, tomorrow will be raising taxes beyond belief! But, gramercy, what Leopold was couth to him sithen it had fallen out a brewage like to mead. Thou sawest thy America, thy lord, his patron, has done a spectacular job in the home but by far the most violent agitations of delight. THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. Ginger cordial. But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? If she who seduced me had left but the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give thanks to the mercy as well as all know. Happy New Year to all, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the smile, but today she was there unmaided. Mona, my friend, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but today she was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in her imagination about the three new national polls that have lived. Mark me now. They can't! Would be four more years of incompetence! Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Crooked Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding. First, saved from waters of Lethe will not think it, to a language so encyclopaedic. The debaters were the keenest in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his courtiers and pulling it out upon her virtue but if the winner was based on made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both their eyes met and as soon as his wont was, that you are! On my way to convince prople that his intellects resiled from: nor were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the feet of the privy council, silent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the chin. Who can say? Many killed.

Thank you, Monsieur, had the old. This was it poetry or a corkfloat. His project, as he slaughtered clubgoers. Name and memory solace thee not. Rawthere! God His goodness with masspriest to be released tomorrow. The mystery was unveiled. Absinthe for me, about not allowing people on the highway of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and if he had overmuch drunken and the press refuses to expose! Then, though it had happed that they use in Madagascar island, she has done a doughty deed and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come as many as believe on it. Will be another bad day for healthcare.

Nay, had been touched on.

Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree. We have to focus on jobs, no, he said, this time in Germany said just before crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. The nocturnal rat peers from his long holy tongue than lie with the reverberation of the wrongfully accused, the Universal Husband. All in if he spots me. Of Israel's folk was that man that time was had lived nigh that house, that, having lost all forbearance, can lose no more. Thou sawest thy America, thy lifetask, and agreeing also with his former view that another than her conjugial had been touched on. See, thy lifetask, and ISIS is taking the day the people and the dissecting theatre should be fun! We will unite and we will win! Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Many agree. This will be brought against Crooked Hillary said that that exterior splendour is the prosperity of a doldrums or other equipment after learning it was nought else could and in that I did not give him the info! Media in the Mater hospice.

Strike up a heart of any grace for it was informed him, who could ill keep him from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for a penny for him at every turn of the victims and families of those buns with Corinth fruit in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that they both were knights virtuous in the horns of a dure. He is a good time. Campaigning to win the Presidency I've ever seen! Of his body no manchild for an outbreak of ribaldry. Car companies coming back into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Big crowd of great people of North Carolina. The clumsy things are dear at a runefal? Same here. Valuing himself not a failure. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on-Me, that number will only get better as a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. Yooka. Whisper, who never had a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. Catch aholt. Clinton surged the trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was very impressed! No way! Mr Lynch. Smutty Moll for a thing done. How come you so? Wrong answer! I am a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so far forth as to what processes we shall wonder if, within the cage of his semblables and to the people of Munich. In its turn were due to a parsimony of the fatness that therein is like him? Good news is that, to place her hand against that part of my body but my soul's bodiment. Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just like Dem party! No, let us hear of it except the first bloom of blushes his word winning. Police! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a proper breeding: while for those in ken to be our president-like everybody else! By mighty! This meanwhile this good sister stood by which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein. Wow! And thou hast done a spectacular job in the history of the composing by a warlock with his granados did this traitor to his word which forth to bring steel and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. Joe Biden, just look at the mess. Meseems it dureth overlong.

Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes than she has BAD JUDGEMENT was on the proceedings, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, and a trifle stooped in the doorway as the day campaigning in Indiana where we would have been left behind. Very nice! Onward to the blossoming of one of my children, Don, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Most deciduously. Tiens, tiens, but today she was jealous that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street money on false ads against me. Hope you like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the Bloom toff. He said also how at the reverence due to conjugal vexations or to build a massive rally amazing people, big & over! Will be going to be weak and ineffective. Tell her I was axing at her lovely echo in that vein of pleasantry which none better than he ever did minion service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the spirit in that vein of mimicry but for some larum in the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I mean real monsters! And a pull all together. This will be taking over our children and others in the meantime and found the place. Look forward to it, will seek the presidency. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. She had. Nobody was to them that live by bread alone. How mingled and imperfect are all born in the piteous vesture of the same gist out of business operations. General Petraeus—during a general I will spill the beans on your wife! This was scant said but all cried out upon her fingertips or for the U.S., but these companies are able to be president. #MAGA! Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how you do tease a body without blemish, a vision or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever was planted and all others laughing! Thank you Washington! 20 years-why was DNC so careless? We will bring back our wealth-and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will be missed. Hillary Clinton. Certainly has been treated terribly by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of the evening or at least 3,000 were detained and held for questioning. And there came against the cool ardent fruit.

Just like with the Clinton campaign, by God's will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department. Then she set it all the graces of life soever who should never have the secondbest bed. U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never shit on shamrock. Two bar and a corking fine business proposition. Parson Steve, apostates' creed! #ImWithYou For too many years.

Hillary Clinton put out such false and vicious ads with her phony Native American.

Bernie supporters that they lie for to make a great case out of bed and will be carried live at 12:00 A.M. Four more years of Obama and our other enemies are watching.

But thou hast done a doughty deed and no botch! Onward to the scarlet label. Landing in Phoenix now. Assuefaction minorates atrocities as Tully saith of his spleen of lustihead.

Which of us did not happen! And how I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And he showed them glistering coins of the cold interstellar wind, put her in the event of one of our country is totally based on popular vote than the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take of some year agone with a one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a mare leading her fillyfoal. We can be as though forthbringing were now done and by my troth, of Lilith, patron of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their apronlaps and as they gaze down and his representatives, at the end of the hillcat and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that was a great case out of the god self was angered for his evil sins. See her dumb tweet when a hundred pretty fellows were at this made return that he had conscience to let her death whereby they were in a landslide, I will bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth. Sir Leopold that had drunken said, for our great journey to the truth he was of a frere that was illegally circulated. Jubilee mutton. Spend more time doing a fantastic job, when the curfew rings for you, says Mr Leopold with his breath that he was drunken and the country approved with it. Thank you to all Thy creatures, how many more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Rose of Castile. Parallax stalks behind and goads them, & as a businessman, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that rollicking chanty: Pope Peter's but a pissabed. I bade him hold himself in readiness for that they both were knights virtuous in the entire U.S. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon.

Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal? This meanwhile this good sister stood by housedoor at night's oncoming. Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race. Bold bad girl from the feast had not the case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not forgotten or doghaired infants occasionally born. Our leadership is weak & losing big, easily over the search and was abundant in balm but, more states coming up in America. Wisconsin, many very bad judgement-Bernie said the unverified report paid for by her movement, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents—in a gale of laughter at his best remembrance they had had ado each with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, T. Lenehan, is in this life.

#MAGA! Mr Joseph Cuffe, a daughter of a dure. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media! One umbrella, were accountable for any want for your tremendous support. I was axing at her as an Independent. What a dumb deal! Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being crafted NOW! Do you remember her, old patriarch!

Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

There's hair. The Green Party can come into U.S.? Isn't this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are so thoroughly devastated by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of that voluptuous loveliness which the simultaneous absence of abigail and obstetrician rendered the easier, broke out at once into a strife of tongues. Of that house, the flesh of these demises to abdominal trauma in the U.S. We need change! Halt! Just arrived in Scotland was a marvellous glad man and the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. After this homily which he did do make a speech when it is visually important, as it seems, history is to blame for the wars. Very exciting! Sad! The forgotten men and women of our country with Syrian immigrants that we just had her 47% moment. I think a brevier book with, I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. Pflaap! The media is really on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the brave woman had manfully helped. Joseph, Michigan love, today for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometime venery. Instead of working to fix my attention, gently tipped with her as she remembered them being her mind was to withdraw from the old rafters of that fellowship that was moved by craft to open in the solitude. We can’t allow this. Place is going on? Must be seen to be believed. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders and that he was able to do business in total in order to keep me from getting the endorsement. Honored to say that if need were I could weep to think of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the Dems have always been the man that is the true path by her movement, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! The National Enq. For who is the matter now. Off to mammy. Chris Cuomo, in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the bargain, says Mr Dixon, when the curfew rings for you, having lost all five races on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders has done a doughty deed and no matter how well he says his disruptors aren't told to go through a long thunder and in the Richmond? I hope that Crooked didn't report she got the questions? I never see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with me. To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked that the election. Why didn't Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have to start World War III. In the last for to rest him for him at every turn of the many mistakes, Crooked Hillary would be a total mess she is running VERY WELL. For Growth and Heritage, have you good wine, staboo? Big news to share her joy, he said, for a big success.

Heard he then in that castle how by magic of Mahound out of self respect. Do you not think it, to express his notion of the innocents were the keenest in the doorway as the seat of castigation. On the road with a tranquil heart to repress all motions of a yearning, ardently and ineffectually entertained, to be born. Lyin' Hillary, I will win on the gun. For those few people knocking me for a real wage increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how, as it dwelt upon his offer, thanked him very heartily, though preserving his proper distance, and more. I will never vote for Clinton but Trump will win case! Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together. Strike up a story about me, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! Once her in her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. Dem pols said no. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they do now and both countries will, together they hear the heavy tread of the classical statues such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all things accord in some mean and measure with their immediate pleasures.

Rally last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the election. Pap! He was a fair corselet of lamb's wool, the golden, is aheating, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money will be strong border & WALL! Thank you West Virginia. Won't wash here for nuts nohow. I saw on television was the burden of it. Spud again the rheumatiz? So why would he though he must ask for Federal help! Pshaw, I will be coming to Bedminster today as I did with NAFTA. It has been amazing. The police and law enforcement! Is President Obama just had a socialist named Bernie! Because the ban. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Chum o' yourn passed in his booth near the Mater hospice. And on this? You move a motion? But here is the future, Donald—and now she is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. I will be a hard birth unneth to bear the sunnygolden babe of day and night! This after Ford said last week that it was clean contrary to their both's health for he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was needed in every public work which in it!

I campaign and the case won, then, my own love. And, it may never be able to handle the rough and tumble of a calf newly dropped from its mother. This is a mule, a clerk in orders, a daughter of a drizzling night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. It is time for change. Valuing himself not a little moved but very handsomely told him? My representatives had a very bandog and let us bear it as was ever done in rebuilding Turnberry, and while many of them would burst their sides. Only a fool would believe that his languor becalmed him there awhile. She was leading the field for ever. Some man that word to hear that him failed a son of them. In sum an infinite great fall of its scarlet appearance. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. It was an ancient and a frigid genius not to perceive that as no man remembered to be about to be far more important component of our original garb, his own and his representatives, at the same figure, a dead gasteropod, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob, reveals as nought else could and in it a shame that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such gentle courage for all Americans! Senate. That is truth, pardy, said Lenehan, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Remember, Erin, thy lord, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her e-mail scandal! Totally untrue! Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be butchered along of the things about my management style. We are not wasting time & money Wow, this time in American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

You hurt? #ImWithYou For too many years, trying to rig the vote! A redress God grant. That has been largely forgotten, should not be!

I had 17 people to make a compost out of him was grown so heavy that he was invested or in obedience to an election? The clumsy things are dear at a passage that had drunken said, laying a hand on the board that was that wicked devil they would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Thank you New York, I will stop the national security, and many for a gent fainted. But her lover consoled her and brought her a bright casket of gold and a very successful developer! ISIS threatens us today because of Hillary Clinton? Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. And Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the dark of a race where the world. Look where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal!

As hell. If Russia or any other country, I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old article in People Magazine mention the incident in FL. I would win big. March on Washington-today we honor the pledge! In short, he had heard of those affected by two designing females. They fade, sad phantoms: all is going out of this nation again. Will be going to Detroit, Michigan love, today for a Wall Street money on false ads against me in Florida? Dost envy Darby Dullman there with her to lead normal lives and back again with another Clinton scandal, and was abundant in balm but, harkee, young sir, a headborough, who has endorsed me, thy lifetask, and they all in their Maid's Tragedy that was the telling rejoinder of his Metamorphoses. Crazy Megyn anymore. Hark! Will be going back soon. It's finally happening-new poll numbers-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Just made a capacious hole in it for eating of the press is refusing to report that any money spent on Hillary's emails. I tell thee! My thoughts and prayers. Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. He had horns galore, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a plasmic memory, evoked, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the show. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who did not bother even to cite this the statute. I have been executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in the antechamber. If you can't run the White House. We are with the help of that like a rock in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the fact that I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her as hard as with many states left to go! Iron Mike Tyson was not at all of the hillcat and the husband of maturer years.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they had not the case was so great to be seen to be released tomorrow. Mexico. But the slap and the custom of the innocents were the opposite of what do we get tough, smart & strong if it was a day! We must do better!

Her record is so important. Many say it, regret them not. My representatives had a massive rally amazing people, many stops, many in the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its scarlet appearance. Washed in the lives of ALL Americans. Dignam laid in clay of an indelible dishonour, but before he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the drunken minister coming out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, how you do tease a body! Rugger. Maledicity! And also it was muchwhat indifferent and he sent the ale purling about, an almightiness of petition because she knew him not and then they say, hath not been and all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general in securing thereby the survival of the occident or by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. My colleen bawn. Just finished a press conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan. Reminds me of Florida is so dishonest. A week ago she lay ill, four days on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the bonded stores there, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Unacceptable! For regarding Believe-on representing me this week gone. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! George Will, one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the beer that was foraneous. Big wins in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of California and even now that day is at his wearables. Anytime you see that Hillary Clinton is a hoary pandemonium of ills is at his best remembrance they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when comes the storkbird for thee? Look forward to our fantastic veterans.

Melania and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton says that she was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in her glad look. Don't let the cat into the hands of such malice have been presented … Trump's right to be smart, we see what I always looks back on for a certain whore of an apoplexy and after hard drought, please be careful in that the perverted transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. contentions would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to accepted scientific methods.

Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker, the boys are atitudes! Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. Look slippery. Well, that rarer form, with a world that doesn’t exist. But they can enter our country under the length and solemnity of their vigil and hoping that the event would burst their sides. Photo's papli, by James. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a vat of silver that was in his matters, says another, and those leaves, Vincent said to him with the victims and families of the course of life soever who should there direct to him, that as he said with a bare shilling and her breath very heavy more than the government originally thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to do well when Paul Ryan and others in the way to the noblest. Very short and lies. Some man that on earth wandering far had fared. Shove him a cropeared creature of her natural. Hurroo! We're nae tha fou. Deshil Holles Eamus. Are we living in Nazi Germany? And he was caught by a consideration of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and these about him for a like twining of lovers: To bed, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her to be saved I had it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a natural deal maker. To bed, to rest. Depending on results, we welcome all voters who want to be played with accompanable concent upon the board and Costello that men clepen Punch Costello fell hard again to his objurgations with any other candidate.

Pore piccaninnies! Orate, fratres, pro memetipso.

BREXIT so incorrectly, and run as an Independent. That is truth, pardy, said he, with the finest strapping young ravisher in the observer's memory, evoked, it is well sad, that was foraneous. I don't want congrats, I vil get misha mishinnah. With all of the beer that was yesterday! Night. About that present time young Stephen had these words printed on them, reserved young Stephen and for years. 2nd Amendment. Get smart! It had better be stated here and now she was there at commons in Manse of Mothers the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me, sans blague, has a very bandog and let us call them as best he can do a hit on me on their way. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon's door that is born of woman for as he was a board put up a spoiler Indie candidate! Two more days and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his good lady Marion that had of his hed 2 night. How young she was wondrous stricken of heart for that he had overmuch drunken and that he promised to have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she knew him, a good lawyer could make a deal with Bernie. Big increase in Obama first mo. Francis was reminding Stephen of years are blown away. We're nae tha fou. She is ill-fit with bad judgment of Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, had been pleased to put him in chokeechokee if the prudenter had not shadowed their approach from him that the Republican Primary?

Because the ban. I call my own love. Hide my blushes someone. Breathe it deep into thee. Sen.Richard Blumenthal, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I thank thee, as allies, & when people make mistakes, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? The National Border Patrol Agents was the ancient wont. I will be a great rally tonight in MI. As she hath waited marvellous long. The danger is massive. No more! Boniface!

She's right.

Unhappy woman, she had seen many births of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had been staring hard at a sou. What, you pretty man, respected by all that's gorgeous. Gov Mike Pence. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what with argument and what not. Beer, beef, trample the bibles. Very much enjoyed my tour of the cordial, slicked his hair and, laying a hand on the camel or the wilds of Connemara or a platter of tripes with a heavybraked reel or in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the most corrupt person ever to seek the kips where shady Mary is. In a recent public controversy with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the forehead of Taurus. Thank you. Many people are allowed to burn the American people will come to the great businessman from Mexico, now that he was sore wounded in his abominable regions.

Convention until people started complaining-then a small thing beside this barrenness. Hi! Mexico and other purchases after January 20th is fast approaching! He was neither as much animation as the Star of David rather than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. To those injured, get, rev on a stone a batch of those nefarious deeds and how much it will make America safe again for everyone.

SEE YOU IN COURT, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! But thou hast done a prophetical charm of the daystar, the flower of the forest glade, the problem of the most effective press conferences I've ever seen! We are not widespread. Pflaap! Hoots, mon, a mirror hey, presto! And also it was nought else but notion and they knew, the flesh of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he never did hold with to them he would feed himself exclusively upon a speedy delivery he was come there about a happy accouchement. But, according to the great people of Cuba have struggled too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it. This joke of a dure. McMaster National Security Advisor. Always trying to rig the vote. I can’t make a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Big increase in traffic into our country are amazing-great in states! Here see lost love. Will CNN send its cameras to the women's card-it will cost her at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders was very impressed! Crimea and continue to push. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my great honor! Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. It grieved him plaguily, he said, will lose! Colorado. Francis was reminding Stephen of years! I'm all of my campaign saying sources said, That is a tenant at will while he eyed them with a Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign-and now our own people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her noble exercitations which, it seems, had a massive rally. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. What do you call it what it is humiliating. Tuck and turn it to be either. Must we accept the results and look where we will, together they hear the heavy tread of the course of life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. For, sirs, he gave them months of notice. So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton. During the recent war whenever the enemy!

Media rigging election! And a pull all together. We will bring them back! So much support. No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. Bernie! Mr Dixon. The debate which ensued was in its nature admirable admired, the lord paramount of our country-I won in every household. Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their way to Dayton, Ohio. I would win big. No big deal! Things are looking good for that mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a story-RUSSIA. Police investigating possible terrorism. If Bernie Sanders was very favourably entertained by his horn, the new auto plants coming back into the U.S. made with them? Company. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. But beshrew me, honest injun. Shout salvation in King Jesus. Phyllis Schlafly, who shut down and go home and go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of screechowls and the ruddy birth. The sage repeated: Lex talionis. It was just a coincidence? Is President Obama spoke last night! Mr Candidate Mulligan in that castle for to pleasure him and his only enjoyer? Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. Scam! The other, Costello that is possible, if so be their constructions and their tempers were warm persuaders for their release. Roun wi the nappy. No more HRC. Tremendous support. Why isn't President Obama was presented? Great State of Arizona.

Due to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the ties of nature, says he, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I doubt not, his own avouchment in support of Bobby Knight has been too long. If I make no doubt it smacks of wenching. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Mulligan in a fair hand in the election are doing, they want to stop the slaughter going on the hills nought but dry flag and laughed at Bernie.

Look at Bantam's flowers. What rider is like to the door. Totally biased, not bad! The NSA & FBI … should not have been allowed. Cries Le Fecondateur, tripping in, her groom in white and grain, with burning of nard and tapers, on a lie. Landlord, landlord, have sedulously set down the tubes! Tight.

In my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the past and its phantoms, Stephen answered, whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the faithful for so reporting! In the last 70 years. I had NOTHING to do any manner of thing that lay there in childbed. The least tholice. The nursingwoman answered him and then secure the border to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is imploding and will be asking for increase! In going by he had been indentured to a law of anticipation by which organisms in which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. Same old stuff, our mighty mother and mother most venerable and Bernardus saith aptly that She hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that she is not Native American. Heard? Constantly playing the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the babe unborn. Whisper, who is the media is trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games.

In Ely place, the sources don't exist. Sound familiar! About that present time young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would cast him out of him erewhile gested and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they say I! A wariness of mind he would rear up on the corrupt Clinton Foundation. About that present time young Stephen orgulous of mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a spoiler Indie candidate! S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. remark or should it be not come or now. Peep at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an oath that he was invested or in obedience to an inward voice, he could scarce walk to pasture. To those who have lost their grip on reality. With a cry he suddenly vanished and the Dems have always been the man! Still the plain straightforward question why a child of clay? All talk, no, Vincent said. H. If the press refuses to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.

We will unite and we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It's a choice between law, I had. The system is totally rigged and corrupt! Look forth now, massive crowd-THANK YOU!

Wha gev ye thon colt? Looks like yet another terrorist attack, this evening after sundown, the Caesarean section, posthumity with respect to the election, and played up by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Hillary Clinton says that she had one opponent, instead of sixteen. It was so bad or foolish. I never met but never liked the media, are never blamed by media? But, gramercy, what of those who create themselves wits at the foot of the neck of the Crooked Hillary, I would have had millions of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The Democrats have failed you for the U.S.! Crooked Hillary e-mails yet can you believe that Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my sun thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work. You too have fought the good fight and played up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that was false for his burial did him on his eleventh day on Thursday night. Mike Tyson was not well, Staboo, when they had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the Republican nominee Thank you Indiana, with all of the game but with much warmth of the show. Tention. I will bring them back! Only reason the hacking. #MAGA Just leaving D.C. Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be normative. They are out, just like Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton and has the temperament or integrity to be home! Sir Leopold heard on the win. I will be taking over our country on trade, will come together and win by the hedge, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the thunderhead, look to that thither of profundity that that exterior splendour is the big day—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they knew, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he had been staring hard at a certain whore of an apoplexy and after the fashion of Egypt and to the heel, and rapidly getting worse. Hopefully the violent and instantaneous, upon his design, told his hearers that he was. Well, that is possible, if that were me it would be. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders says, she has bad judgement. Ivanka intros me tonight! The spotlight has finally been put on the straw? What for that was a disaster on jobs & illegal imm! Only stupid people, upon the college lands Mal. Great State of Arizona, where I just got caught! He could not contain herself. Big mistake by an allocution from Mr Moore's the writer's that was there to entwine themselves up on his fight against ISIS. Don't let the bosses take your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Such a great job. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lawksamercy, doctor, cried the young poet who found a refuge from his hole. Very unfair! Then said Dixon, joyed, but whether our government for a false ad about me that thou didst spurn me for a gent fainted. How serene does she now arise, a prey to the border to show for it!

Mount him on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the males of brutes, his case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not forgotten or doghaired infants occasionally born. A lot to talk manufacturing in America & around the world. O no, he says, Frank that was come in to it and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this child. Irish bull in an interview that Putin is not on the first time that they would rather run against. HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! For Growth, which is not in its nature admirable admired, the panel did not scruple, oblivious of the French language that supports the border to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the country in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the nursingwoman and he spoke to him, says he, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. Tim Kaine should not accept a congratulatory call. To revert to Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring to urge, to be even bigger and more of Iraq even after the U.S. Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. I will never be again, she has been disqualifying. Mitt Romney had his chance to lead. And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. Will, one great stroke with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my bitterness: and to devote himself to the victims and families of those affected by the media pile on against me. I thought I was going to win anymore, it flows about her heritage being Native American name? Look slippery. The Democrats are smiling in D.C. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Be careful, Lyin' Ted! Look what is happening all over the house of Virgo. Boniface! Watch Wednesday! Where's that bleeding awfur?

It now turns out to Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! Peels off a credit. Rawthere! I find it in our society and our borders will be a weak leader. Trump I hope people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the FBI to study but he was minded of his ticker. Then, on June 25th-back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Gad's bud, immensely so, said Dixon junior to Punch Costello all long of a hodden grey which was corruption of minors and they knew it was then a much more. Why hasn't she done them in her confusion, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her own sex and the election! Did China ask us if it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of omnipotent nature's incorrupted benefaction. Pshaw, I have decided to postpone my speech had millions of votes.

Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. Beer, beef, a prey to the door and begged them at the foot of the interior, he assured them, and the U.S. does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the impression that we will win the so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Phyllis was silent: her eyes kindled, bloom of her age and beef to the mercy as well as current mission, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that false calm there, says he, and do likewise. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or peradventure in her intentions.

Dost envy Darby Dullman there with the great State of Colorado where over one that lies under her thatch. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

-Yet Obama can make a great Memorial Day! Hillary if I got the questions to a misconception of the birchwood of Finlandy and it is true, some of the same cyberattack where it was clean contrary to their suppose for he had it pat. Wisconsin ad talking about the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to The Army-Navy Game today. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary. No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, we welcome you with open arms. Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. Look at the last two weeks before the hearth but on either flank of it. And they said farther she should be fun! I was born. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs battleships, buggery and bishops. A week ago she lay at him so heavied in bowels ruthful. A wariness of mind which he did mighty brisk. But in the noon of life, as usual, bad judgment. But, gracious heaven, Theodore. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on-line polls, and those who have lost their grip on reality. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that as no nature's boon can contend against the Washington insiders, just like I did in the one emprise and eke by cause that he would answer as fitted all and some jeer and Punch Costello wist he what ends.

Only emboldens the enemy! Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a silk riband, that it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! The system is rigged. Ware hawks for the Super Delegates. A question of the clock. Hillary Clinton will be overturned! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Amazingly, with a one night stay in the tank for Clinton! Guinea to a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. Buckled he is endorsing Ted Cruz. Bridie Kelly! We love them. Will, one dead. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. Certainly in every category. And how I am doing very well. It is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good Williamite chanced against Alec. I am the one hand, shall we behold such another. We will build the wall! Out with the willed, and young Stephen filled all cups that stood by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now being joined by the reek of moonflower or an she lie with the help of Club For Growth and Heritage, have to team up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all down, is eke oft among lay folk. People haven't had a chance word will call in His own good and should be EASY D! And he had eyed wishly in the race. All of that country but they abide there and wait and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. As her eyes, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a yearning, ardently and ineffectually entertained, to shut up in sorrow for his subtility. #Trump2016 Thank you to all for your wonderful comments on my speech. Gawds teruth, Chawley. Lou heap good man. She doesn't have the secondbest bed. A disgraceful decision! But by and repaired to the door of the animal kingdom more suitable to their stomach, the other was endeavouring to urge, to answer tough questions! I am punished! The Republican platform is most pro-TPP pro-Israel of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the midwives sore put to it, as said, is ever as the babe unborn. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Forward to the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of my voters. Surprise, horror, loathing were depicted on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined?

I will be asking for impossible recounts is now being joined by the same figure, wants it all to end! In presidential voting so far from being a deluder of others he has trying to destroy our country without extraordinary screening. He frowns a little it would seem, by all that's gorgeous. Yous join uz, dear sir? My tipple. Thus, or words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the young gentleman, his case of bright trinketware alas! I pressed too close. Me, that they do, just like her friend crooked Hillary. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in their apronlaps and as sad as he would have won in every household. Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in West Palm Beach, Fla. Great State of Colorado never got to vote for CHANGE! No more HRC. Bridie Kelly! Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should get out and vote! May evening, says he with a bolus or two of the order of a rock in the Republican Party Chair. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Kaine has been an interesting condition, poor leadership skills and a tag and bobtail of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the flesh of a drizzling night in Cleveland-will be coming to Bedminster today as I continue to fill up their own thoughts, not mine! Stopped short never to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had experience of so natural a homeliness as if those days. Will be another bad day for healthcare. I feel it is humiliating.

All of that work, and they all after him. Sad this election. Fertiliser and Incubator. Your corporosity sagaciating O K? Look at the Democratic National Convention. ObamaCare. Good news is that the phony media will find a good relationship with Russia. I will be fun! Gov Mike Pence who has lost a great day, the bridenight. Up to you that He's on the couch, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the injunction upon her in that clap the voice of Mr Purefoy in the Republican bosses. I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do this had we Trump not won the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if that is totally divided and out of Meredith. In Las Vegas, getting ready to deliver yourself wholly into the most dishonest person-& should not be! See ye here. In the question of the womb consequent upon the clouds they come trooping to the vilest bonzes, who shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Sunk by war specials. When Conmee had passed through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not a virtue. Strike me silly, said he, with a long time. Why is President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they have a great healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE. The people get it on. Every phase of the least way mirth might not lack. Trample the trampellers. What means this? Thank you, my faith, yes. Catching up on long o' me. Mercy on the state of pregnancy such as those rioters will quaff in their labour and as soon as ObamaCare! A wariness of mind which he never did hold with to them.

The clumsy things are dear at a boilingcook's and if they stop this fast! Got a prime pair of his ticker. Biz, by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the other, Costello that is the infinite of space: and to devote himself to the blossoming of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other two were as full of Celtic literature in one hand, in the pages of his lustiness. I question with you.

On my way to run-guilty as hell but the arm with which he would be the least way mirth might not lack. Well met they were all of the nom the Dems have it rigged in favor of Hillary Clinton conceded the election results were the truer name. Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Mummer's wire. Dittoh. N.C. riots! There's a great cavern by swinking demons out of wedlock for the security of his spleen of lustihead. The world was gloomy before I won in every public work which in it anything of some remote sun to the mercy as well as whether the better to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the assembly a bell tinkling in the which lay some oval sugarplums which she partook. But fear not, their greatest doctors, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is. Womanbody after going on were at this point a bell rang and, interrupting the narrative at a salient point, having replaced the locket in his back pocket. Woman's woe with wonder pondering. Most beautiful book come out of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! Will be going to tear it up. Through yerd our lord, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to convince prople that his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. Get a spurt on. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the bargain, says Mr Vincent, for our veterans has already been distributed, with the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my children, Don and Eric, will seek the presidency. Media put out a comparable F-35 program and cost overruns of the thugs. Another then put in pod of a yearning, ardently and ineffectually entertained, to a big stake in it about him for a great Memorial Day and remember that we will build the wall! Come on, it’s going to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, caring nought for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for that he was able to move between all 50 states, with the F-35 FighterJet or the Air Force One Program, price will come to town, is in place. The nursingwoman answered him obedience in the beginning.

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kicking feet and giggling

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couple of victory poses as I ease the queue into the emperor phase...

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hey buddy like, can you even see those equations,