#whitecollar

[luxmaerin]

i'm seeing more new white collar posts so hope this edit is ok for me to post here :) hi everyone

[hawklovesskippy]

Matt’s Instagram post | February 20, 2025

[iliveforwhitecollar]

Pinch me!

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[elielsultan]

[waquaramjad]

#mbbsinbelarus

[itssosandiego]

AI crackdown by Justice Department #AI #ArtificialIntelligence #justice #crimes #whitecollar #california #sandiego #itssosandiego https://itssosandiego.com/2024/03/07/the-justice-departments-stricter-stance-on-ai-misuse-effects-in-san-diego/12148/

[hawklovesskippy]

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[vamppeach]

mediocre 2010s usa network television you will always be famous

[royallawx]

Santa Clara Mafia Cartel (BBMP = Bench Bar Media Police criminal syndicate) holds under control the very heart of Silicon Valley - from Palo Alto to San Jose, including cities of Mountain View, Sunnyvale and Santa Clara. Amount of leverage racketeers from Santa Clara Mafia Cartel have on FAANG companies through personal leverage on managers and leaders of worldwide leaders in IT is terrifying. Criminals from Santa Clara Mafia Cartel (BBMP) obtain access to personal financial information, bank accounts, perform unprecedented financial pressure and threats of unlawful imprisonment against their victims, while at the same time detaining children and loved ones of their victims hostages, leveraging unlawful restraining orders to enforce unlawful arrests, theft through DCSS, levies, wages garnishment, seizure of property, unlawful imprisonment and massive amount of unlawful racketeering techniques - which are widely used for personal gains. Criminal James Towery is just a one example of huge crowd of organized criminals from Santa Clara Mafia Cartel on positions of judges, justices of Appeals and Supreme courts, cops, sheriffs etc. James Towery, who signed unlawful fabricated DVRO enforcing murder of my grandmom, and abduction of my son Max Mars in September 2022, was silently removed out from court due to loud media scandal about Towery using government funds for funding local Santa Clara Mafia meetups - including judges, lawyers, cops and media reporters, involveed in criminal activities in Santa Clara County in the very heart of Silicon Valley. This parasite James Towery was served FIVE statements of disqualification by famous investigative journalist Susan Bassy, but presiding judge of Santa Clara Mafia Cartel concealed all FIVE - which later was confirmed by PAJAR team of Judicial Council. Criminal Towery was staying on the case, continuing to commit racketeering activities, and as was discovered, unlawfully seized and sold for personal profit, through family-owned trust, real estate property of Susan. My son Max was abducted in September 2022, and unlawfully detained for more than TWO years under enforcement of unlawfully ordered restraining orders, which were repetitively issued by THREE disqualified bribed criminals James Towery (removed in 2022), Andrea Flint (disqualified and removed in 2023), Stephen Lowney (disqualified after the first month of his assignment in 2024) Child abduction used for extortion of passport, green card and all documents of my abducted and unlawfully detained son Max Mars, beaten on his birthday by schizophrenic mother, who explained her actions by having "court orders" that allow her detaining and beating my son. What some people explain by "judges freaking out", is clear and obvious pattern of racketeering:

criminals on positions of judges and lawyers work together on blocking cases from resolution, incurring terrifying growth of complexity and incurring attorney fees

lawyers commit theft (in my case Steven Dinneen committed theft of $45,000 while intentionally blocking case from resolution)

lawyers share unlawful profits with judges, as incentive for further judicial fraud

judges assign minors counsels as additional criminal involved in extra layer of theft. Minors counsels in most of the cases are absolutely useless, but regularly charge their victims for doing nothing and blocking cases from resolution (on my case 22FL003144 bribed criminal Andrea Flint denied minor's counsel, because delaying case and introducing "child's interest" could slowdown international child abduction of my son Max, unlawfully deprived any contact with me, and forced into international abduction outside of the United States to Ukraine, deprived of any rights and freedoms)

massive judicial fraud includes unlawful theft through DCSS, extortion of money through unlawful financial orders (as $7,000 order 11/13/2023 based on falsified by Nancy Roberts bank statements), denial of access to court with Vexatious Litigant prefiling orders - which block access to court and force victim of VexLit to hire lawyer for any filings

Bruises on child's body (as reported to CPS in January 2023), demonstrative beating of child by agressive mentally unstable parent (as on Max's Birthday 11/23/2023), theft from child by criminals in police uniform and unlawful arrests (like committed by officer Martin 06/14/2024) are intended to terrorize and demoralize victim of judicial racketeering, and force to pay criminals through lawyer (since there is no other option to proceed custody battle and avoid unlawful imprisonment - as demonstrated by disqualified bribed cirminal Stephen Lowney and his criminal associates Thomas Kuhnle and Benjamin Williams in August 2023 by fabricating criminal case against me, blocking this case from resolution, and committing repetitive attempts of unlawful arrests, threatening me by unlawful imprisonment and extorting money, passport, green card and all documents of my abducted and unlawfully detained son Max) More files and video recordings in following posts. Checkout https://www.youtube.com/@RoyalLawX for video recordings of judicial fraud, threats of unlawful imprisonment and unlawful arrests by criminals from Santa Clara Mafia Cartel

[hawklovesskippy]

📷: Randall Slavin

[artbyblastweave]

I make this post every couple of years, but one thing that's important to understand about my body of illustration is that absolutely none of it is intended as some kind of artsy metaphor about the human condition or whatever. No, those poor bastards all just look like that. If I draw some guy guy in formal business attire whose entire lower jaw has been flayed and reinforced with some kind of biomechanical brace? Not a metaphor about alienation under capitalism or any such shit, that's a real guy who has to shuffle through life looking like that. He's got a name and an SSN. He's gotta file taxes and shit. He's gotta pantomime while talking to his tax advisor, on account of the jaw flaying and so on. His fingers have been replaced by knives so it isn't even good pantomime. He goes through like fifty whitecollar shirts a month on account of the blood weeping from his flayed lower jaw it's a whole thing. Okay, maybe there's a metaphor in there somewhere but it's like, an emergent one

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 propmt fill Part3 Tr3s

The sprinklers activated in an instant and covered the centre in a deluge of water. Whatever scientists remained scrambled to recover what remained of their creations before the water could irrevocably damage them. In a hidden corner, one Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent made knowing glances to each other, a mutual agreement reached in seconds after decades of friendship. With the help of a crowbar, the men quickly pry open one of the exit doors, making way for panicked civilians to exit the premises, 'Brucie' giving comfort to those distressed by the recent events. It wasn't long before they had to make themselves scarce. They had their sons to rescue, there was no time!

As Bruce and Clark snuck out into the empty hallway, having been quickly evacuated by a Gothamite's natural self-preservation instinct and discipline from years of attacks. They nodded, and went their seperate ways. Clark to go change into his Superman outfit, and Bruce to calm the inevitable deluge of reporters before changing into his own costume.

Cameras flashed over the front entrance to the event, blinding the last few stragglers to leave, and Bruce, standing tall against the crashing sea.

"Mr Wayne! What can you tell us about the new villain that Joker has teamed up with?"

"Mr Wayne, how does Wayne Industries intent to secure future events from attacks on this scale?"

"Where is Damian Wayne? Sir how can Wayne Industries secure the future of Gotham if you cannot protect your own children?"

"Mr Wayne is it true that you allowed Jack Fenton to attend the event despite knowing he was a quack?"

And on and on and on. Bruce never intended to give these people what they wanted. He had children to save, and investigations to conduct. Before he could excuse himself, however, a roaring boom echoed down the street like summer thunder. Reporters screamed as they trampled over each other to escape the path of a silver behemoth charging down the road. Thick metal plates lined its exterior. A large satellite dish adorned its top, and jutting out from the sides were massive guns. The van sported too many OSHA violations to be anything less than a tank on four wheels than any civilian vehicle. Batman will have to crack down on whatever corrupt whitecollar criminals allowed this monstrosity on the roads.

The van charged right up to where Bruce was standing on the pavement, before coming to a terrifyingly rapid halt, so sudden that the entire vehicle jerked forward from its momentum. It would have been cartoonish if it hadn't stopped cleanly right in front of him. The front door slammed open, and a pair of black-gloved hands grabbed Bruce by the shoulder. In public surrounded by cameras, Bruce was helpless but to comply.

"BRUCIE WAYNE! I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!"

Bruce scanned the interior of the van in an instant, clocking in the undignified Clark Kent clinging to his seat like a child to their parents leg, tie messed up and suit creased. His classes were crooked on his face. "He just scooped me up like I was paper mache, Bruce!" The man's voice was shaking.

"Strap in Brucie, because the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle cares for no trivial matters like traffic laws, or even physics laws!"

What kind of branding was this? "The Fenton Family wha-" Jack slammed the gas. The GAV rocketed into max gear in an instant. The force threw the poor man off his feet. Bruce went hurtling into the backside of the GAV and crashed with a bang. The G-forces kept him glued to the wall like a black-suited starfish, at least until Clark extended an arm to peel him off.

"I'm starting to think you might be right about him being a supervillain." Clark whispered.

Bruce grimly nodded.

"Alright so now that we're all together, here's the plan folks!" Jack said, tone all too cheerful for the chaos he was creating on the road. Innocent cars swerved out of the way of the advancing war machine. Pedestrians clung to lampposts and fences as gale force winds blasted them from its wake. "Let's start with the bad news: Our kids have been spirited away by suffering spooks! The good news: The Fenton Radar works!" Jack tapped on a screen on the van's console, showing two beeping dots on a radar map.

"BUILDING!" Clark yelled. They were rocketing right into a townhouse.

Jack yanked the wheel to the left. The GAV turned 90 degrees in about half a second, turning both passengers into ragdolls thrown across the side. On the outside, a subtle Superman-shaped dent was visible. "Thanks for that, Clarkie! Now I'm sure you guys aren't as experienced as me and my lovely wife Maddie are in hunting ghosts, but don't worry! I can give you a crash course."

"Please don't say crash course." Clark quivered.

"Could you maybe slow down?!" Bruce yelled over the roaring engines.

"No can do, Brucie! Any slower and the GHOSTS will leave the Fenton Radar's range, and then we'll never get our kids back!"

"I think I'm going to be sick." So Kryptonians can get nausea from high-speed vehicles, interesting. He'll have to update his file.

"The Joker and his associates entered your portal and set it to blow, how can we even get the kids back if they're on the other side!"

Jack turned around with a smile. "That's what the Fenton PortaPortal version 2 is for! Never leave home without a spare, my grandpa Fenton always said!"

"Dr Fenton, that bridge was destroyed in a gang fight!" Bruce shouted. Construction workers were already scattering, but a thick concrete barrier stood in their way.

"No need to worry, Fenton engineering can handle a little hole here or there!"

"The entire bridge was destroyed, we're going to fall off!"

"I love your sense of humour Brucie, but even if we did it wouldn't matter!"

"I really think it does, Dr Fenton!" Clark gripped the bottom of the nearby seat hard enuogh to dent.

"Nonsense, watch this!" Jack pushed the gas even further, as if that was even possible. The GAV reduced the concrete barrior to smithereens. "Go go Fenton Famliy Ghost Assault Vehicle: Aerial Mode!" The mad scientist's shouted in glee. He pulled another lever, activating a pair of wings from the sides.

Clark would deny screaming like a girl to the end of his days.

~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in the Zone...

Danny shifted nervously in his position, atop the swarm of Lydia's bats, and flanked by the freaking Joker of all people on one side and Freaking Freakshow on the other. What did he do to deserve this?

If It was just the Joker and Freakshow, he would just happily transform and kick the snot out of these clowns, but sadly he's not alone.

Also tied up with rope both human and ghostly were one Damian Wayne and Jon Kent, the former of which looked none too pleased about the current situation. While Damian spat vitriol upon the Joker and his "D-list half-rate assisstant," with man himself largely ignoring his words to fawn over the chaos of the Realms, Danny contemplated his options. Good news: Freakshow hadn't blown his secret yet, which was cold comfort for the moment, seeing as if he had, he'd just be able to punch these suckers and be done with it, but nooo. Maybe he could overshadow the other boys and hypnotise them into forgetting? Was that a thing that can be done? Would've been convenient, and because of that, Danny suspected it's wishful thinking. If it worked, great, if it didn't work, well Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne have ties to the Justice League, who have ties to the government, who hire the GiW, so there's a non-zero percent chance such a stunt would end up with him on a dissection table.

Which means he's left playing the waiting game, spectating the Joker jumping up and down like a fangirl over all the green, and purple, and fighting, and death. First day in Gotham, guys.

"Psst." Jon whispered to him.

Danny said nothing, but leaned a little on Jon's side.

"Don't worry, we're gonna be ok, I'm sure the J-J-Justice League will be here. Just sit t-t-tight, ok?"

Wow, that was really touching that he was trying to comfort Danny, but the ghostly part of him didn't even need to feel Jon's shaking, or hear his stutter to know the kid was absolutely terrified. Now that he thought about it, it really should be him doing the comforting.

"Eh I wouldn't hedge my bets on it." Causing the other boy to squeak in fear. Curse you, snark instinct. Why can't you be heroic and reassuring instead.

"Neither would I, boy." Freakshow said, almost like he was rubbing in just how much danger his secret was in.

"You will unhand us, or you will know the meaning of pain in every sense of the world. This I tell you. I will feed you to my chickens. I will cut up your flesh and grind it into paste and then fertilise my vegetable garden with it. You will regret crossing me."

Jon let out the faintest whisper, something Danny would've never heard if he wasn't a ghost, and a master of quiet sounds. "Really selling the normal kid act here, Damian."

"On the contrary, lovely chlidren, I believe it is you who will soon become ghosts. NEYEHEHEYEHEH" Oh god here comes the gratuitous laughter. "I can't believe such a t~~tttttTANTALISING opportunity has been out there for me this whole time! AHAHAHAHAAH. And for you, my little children, to have come to this wonderful little science expo alongside your dear old daddies only to become part of the exhibit?" The Joker cracked into laughter, slapping his knees and collapsing in fitful giggles.

Each of the free boys gulped, each of them considering how to save the apparent civilian(s) among them without exposing themselves...

@impyssadobsessions

[bleeding-seraphic]

I just discovered both of your cotl aus and I am thoroughly addicted. I'm curious, though. I googled it and irl camellia are just used for teas and stuff. What irl drug are the camellias in whitecollar most similar to?

I’m glad you asked I have put a lot of thought into the drugs and criminal politics

[waquaramjad]