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Many people remember reading George Orwell's ''Animal Farm'' in high school or college, with its chilling finale in which the farm animals looked back and forth at the tyrannical pigs and the exploitative human farmers but found it ''impossible to say which was which.''
That ending was altered in the 1955 animated version, which removed the humans, leaving only the nasty pigs. Another example of Hollywood butchering great literature? Yes, but in this case the film's secret producer was the Central Intelligence Agency.
The C.I.A., it seems, was worried that the public might be too influenced by Orwell's pox-on-both-their-houses critique of the capitalist humans and Communist pigs. So after his death in 1950, agents were dispatched (by none other than E. Howard Hunt, later of Watergate fame) to buy the film rights to ''Animal Farm'' from his widow to make its message more overtly anti-Communist.
Rewriting the end of ''Animal Farm'' is just one example of the often absurd lengths to which the C.I.A. went, as recounted in a new book, ''The Cultural Cold War: The C.I.A. and the World of Arts and Letters'' (The New Press) by Frances Stonor Saunders, a British journalist. Published in Britain last summer, the book will appear here next month.
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#document dump#cozy core#pumpkin spice#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark cottagecore#cozy cottage#cozy aesthetic#breakfast
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Today was a real mess, seriously! i somehow managed to lose my glasses in the pool, but weirdly, i was kinda accepting the whole thing. Then, to top it off, my phone data ran out, so i couldn't even call for a ride to get back home. i ended up waiting for over an hour for my ride, and i gotta admit, i was starting to get a bit anxious. But i finally made it back home, safe and sound, Alhamdullah! Still, I'm feeling super confused and not exactly at ease.. ❤️🩹
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“I really doubt this is some Russian op, so there’s a good chance only a few internet weirdos saw the hundreds of documents,” said Eliot Higgins, the founder of Bellingcat. “It’s really only something you’d find if you were terminally online.”
I like that: “a few internet weirdos”. Do you think the feds would be this concerned about the document dump if virtually no one saw them? How would news about this breach travel around the world in hours and days, if the feds discovered documents at a site no one knows about? Commentators seem to want it both ways here: one group says “no biggie, nothing happened here”; another group says the breach could affect global security. The fact that we can read high-level summaries of these documents in the Wall Street Journal suggests the latter group of commentators may know something we do not.
So let’s put the FBI on the case. Perhaps someone in the Defense Department said, “Get this investigation off my desk!” However this one plays out, you have to think that our allies in the war against Russia will want to know how current intelligence information, either shared with DOD or harvested by our surveillance apparatus, finds its way onto a website so fast. Yes, the FBI can conduct a surprise raid on Mar a Lago to find classified documents, but our intelligence agencies do have a problem with security. Keep up the good work, folks.
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it’s october 7th. you hear about the attack by seeing people you followed glorifying the terrorist attack—a massacre, a pogrom—as victory & justified resistance, glorifying a terrorist group that was founded with the explicit intent to kill your entire people
you make a post in which you make it clear you support palestinians and oppose the ways israel has wronged them, explaining that the terrorist group is still not good. you know you will probably get some flacc from the pro-Hamas side, but naively underestimate how much.
you get thousands of notifications on that one post, the majority of them hateful comments.
some of the response is positive. multiple messages thank you for the post, expressing bafflement that it’s controversial.
a few Israelis are upset at the loaded language in your post, but explain their problems with it civilly. you called Israel “apartheid”. they ask you what apartheid laws Israel has. you admit you honestly don’t know.
your inbox is flooded with anonymous hate from anti-Israel leftists.
over the course of a few weeks you have received hundreds of death threats, a dozen rape threats. people accuse you of being pro-genocide. you’re a literal Nazi. you’re racist, you thirst for the blood of Palestinians. you’re brainwashed by propaganda, a shill for The Zionist Entity. a few of the hate messages are from literal Neo-Nazis; the overwhelming majority are from leftists, many of them queer.
you are considering suicide.
you see footage of the october 7th attacks. you see footage of the bombings in gaza. you see footage of a Jewish man being murdered at an anti-Israel rally.
a popular creator you follow posts in support of an antisemitic hate group that masquerades as a Jewish organization. this organization regularly posts blood libel and other antisemitic rhetoric, works with groups that are even more explicitly antisemitic, including celebrating October 7th, holocaust inversion, blood libel, “Khazar theory” and others. more than one of the orgs they work with is pro-Putin.
your former roommate liked the post.
graffiti appears on a street you frequent that says “#freepalestine” and “end settler colonialism”
the boyfriend of the friend you spent most of the summer with makes his first post about the war. it’s a reposted comic that mocks and downplays the october 7th attack.
you doubt he’ll be receptive to criticism. he’s shared leftist memes about “monied elites” pulling all the strings and evangelicals being modern day “pharisees” in the past, and getting him to understand why that was antisemitic was like herding cats. you try anyway.
another of his Jewish friends also pushes back. he smugly dismisses her, tells her she’s falling for Zionist propaganda and uses several antisemitic tropes. you go off on him. he just deletes your comment.
you give up. you’re done. you block him.
you see anti-Israel posters and billboards around town
you mention what happened with the guy you went off on to his girlfriend—the friend you’ve grown very close to, who you’ve been listening to as she unburdens her fears for the future and complains about her bf’s BS over the last year. she doesn’t respond to you.
a friend of a friend shares posts tokenizing fringe groups that spread blood libel and have collaborated with holocaust deniers. you know they don’t know what you know, so you explain what those groups are. they seem somewhat receptive, apologize, and take it down
the next day they share several more posts that dip into antisemitic tropes. you mention this to your mutual friend, that you’re worried about them being radicalized. you’re not sure how receptive they’ll be to continued criticism
you have a confrontation with the foaf. in the meantime they’ve shared even more antisemitic posts. they say they didn’t mean to cause you distress but instead of stopping they effectively block you.
the “end settler colonialism” vandalism has been counter-vandalized with the words “commie propaganda” in place of “settler colonialism”. you don’t know if this is an improvement.
a month passes. the friend whose bf you went off on still hasn’t spoken to you. you see she shared a post defending an SJP chapter that posted Nazi cartoon caricatures of Jews repurposed in “Anti-Zionist” memes. you unfriend her on all social media platforms but you can’t bring yourself to block her number.
you see a friend of someone whose couch you surfed when you were homeless harassing Jewish celebrities with “Free Palestine” comments. you block them.
you’ve lost count of how many people you’ve unfollowed or blocked, or who’ve blocked you. friends, content creators.
when a friend takes an unusually long time to respond you worry if it’s because of your posts about antisemitism.
most of the podcasts, youtube channels, and other content creators you regularly engaged with no longer feel safe. you wonder who will be next
a couple friends wish you a happy hanukkah. you don’t celebrate much aside from lighting the hanukkiah and making some latkes.
you see posts about a destroyed chabad menorah, antisemitic comments on Jewish celebrities’ Hanukkah posts.
your neighborhood is covered in pro-Palestine & anti-Israel posters. some are seemingly innocuous, some are JVP “not in our name” posters. some call for intifada. “globalize the intifada” “Zionists fuck off!” “solidarity means attack!”
a man kills himself shouting “free palestine”. you learn about his suicide by seeing posts from several popular accounts you followed glorifying it.
you follow a bunch of jewish accounts on social media and commiserate with them about everything happening
your jewish friends post screenshots of the dead man’s antisemitic, pro-Hamas views. you look at his reddit and find even more horrific shit: anti-Ukraine posts. mocking Zelensky. “elites” are “lizard people”; the only named individual he calls a lizard person is Jewish. you start to notice a pattern: a lot of the people he dislikes just so happen to be jews.
several people you know share a post glorifying this man’s suicide. most are acquaintances, one is someone incredibly important to you.
you wonder how they would respond to your suicide.
you tell the close friend that shared this post how it scares you. you show them the receipts of the man’s antisemitism. their response is a single sentence. they didn’t know about the antisemitism.
they don’t apologize.
you notice none of your irl friends, even your closest ones, interact with your posts about antisemitism. you are able to vent to a couple friends, but no one has reach out to you
you try not to read into it. you try not to take it personally.
you haven’t slept well in months. you’ve always been an insomniac but not like this. you’re not sleeping until 4am, 6am, even 9am. even when you get to bed at a decent hour and get a full night’s rest it takes you hours to get out of bed.
a few weeks go by. the friend with the single sentence response shares a post saying they’re excited and proud to join a group to help palestinians. you’re excited and proud for them.
a couple days later, they share a post about a fundraiser to help a palestinian family get out of gaza. you note to yourself this is a much more effective & less concerning form of activism than the pro-suicidal antisemite post.
your friend shares another post about the fundraiser. it’s a joint post between their group and another group.
you open the other group’s page
the page is just a wall of signs from rallies. you swipe through one after another: “from the river to the sea”, “by any means necessary”, justifying/denying the atrocities of october 7th, calling for violent revolution. anything done in the name of resistance can’t be terrorism, all Israelis are terrorists. Jews aren’t indigenous; they’re white colonizers. holocaust inversion. other vile, thinly veiled violent rhetoric
you feel sick to your stomach imagining talking to your friend about it.
you already feel like you’re burdening the few friends you can talk to about this. you already feel like you think about it too much, talk about it too much. but you can’t not think about it; it affects every aspect of your life.
you’ve filtered out relevant keywords on more than one social media site to avoid the worst of it. some still manages to leak through.
there isn’t a single friend you regularly interact with that you don’t fear the moment when they will switch from listening to your concerns to seeing you as the evil zionist or indoctrinated hasbaranik they’ve been warned about.
it’s not an irrational fear. it keeps happening. you knew it would then, and you were powerless to do anything about it before, and you continue to be as it happens again and again.
you don’t know what to do about any of it.
#idk just kinda wanted to document what this has been like all back to back#I know some of these on their own might come across as not that big of a deal but all together#they add up#tw for the all of it#cw trauma dump#antisemitism#i/p#tw suicide#tw suicidal ideation#tw death threats#tw rape threats#tw october 7th#tw terrorism
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#incredibox#sepbox#monart#spiders#Okay time to dump my thoughts in the tags#The first doodle was drawn cuz it had rained recently#I thought Edgar would enjoy the rain (assuming it doesn't rain in the depths)#The Watcher doodle was me thinking about how the Watcher watches over everyone#He sends out his little spider minions to spy on ppl!#He sees everything through their eyes#The Edgar comic is what I imagine he did when he left the depths#While the docs say that they only found his jewerly and crown at the Gateway#I like to think that Edgar saw this new place and immediately stripped naked. Cuz it's funnier that way#He decided to leave his past life as the prince at the gate with his royal clothes and jewerly#or something like that#The last doodle is how I imagine Tam's illness spread across his face#The documents don't mention how exactly he got the illness#I thought maybe it started from an innocuous scratch#He lost his eye cuz it straigh up rotted away#Annnnd that's about it#I'm always thinking about this mod as you can tell. So sad I can't draw every idea I have orz#Anyway I'll contunie having thoughts and patiently waiting for v8
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most insane thing I’ve done as of recent!
literally just ocs atp but we chill. the aforementioned texts (you know the ones) are 100% ooc but it’s okay because it was funny @mister-mickey
Dallas cuts his hair for lore reasons and it looks like SHITTT at first
obviously derived from tolkien elves but they’re also kind of glorified plants. We also locked up Dallas’ magic to burn him from the inside out because honestly who DOESNT wanna see that (severely shortened lifespan)
Will be making full body designs unfortunately + maybe some of the other gang
#we talked in depth about this au for like 3 hours or something#elves usually just release it passively and control it to make shit grow but like#Dallas’ is locked up so the plants go to HIM. queue havoc on the infrastructure#Tim is some wizard guy he’s like good at magic I guess lol#we have a document of just lore#the outsiders#dallas winston#tim shepard#fantasy au#art#slipper art#when Dallas walks in grass it sticks to him I think that’s quite funny#will happily lore dump#I forgot to add Tim’s skintone oohhh just pretend he has melanin ohhhh
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usa vs. fin (01.01.19) — iihf wjc 2019 prelims
#these are my emotional support gifs and i need emotional support so i am dumping them on main...................#jason robertson#quinn hughes#dallas stars#vancouver canucks#team usa#*#if this is the only documented 2143 celly in existence (it is) that is no one's business but mine
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Just full of ✨ Thoughts ✨ over the development and progress from when you start the game to when you finish on how P/Carlo just evolves, and kinda just thinking on some internal stuff on how I would like to write him.
How you start and he's just P, he doesn't know his purpose, he just knows he's being called somewhere. Lost, alone, faced with peril and made to fight when he hasn't even stepped out of his "birth place". He wakes up and he's just handed a sword. And he fights. At the start he's very much this empty slate; A newborn stumbling through Krat, and despite the man who calls himself himself father saying stuff like "Krat isn't how you remember it--" He really doesn't 'remember' anything at all. What is there to 'remember', he wonders?
And then he starts to get the memories-- they're not his but also... they are? They feel so close and yet so far away; Foreign and yet familiar. And then he hears a name whispered: Carlo-- and his whole world shifts right from under him. He feels sick, the name makes his head spin. The voice to have said it makes his head spin all the more. And bit by bit. He remembers. Not all of it, but... he remembers enough.
And he's hurt by what he remembers.
But by the end of it, after he claims his own freedom, after everything is resolved, and he returns to the hotel, he doesn't feel fully like Carlo-- doesn't feel at all like "P", either. He woke up not too long ago, and suddenly his life is flipped in its entirety. He's neither, and yet he's both. He doesn't know who he is anymore, but the name sticks. It's all he has left, even if a part of him feels some strange form of imposter syndrome, somewhere deep down... But he doesn't like being referred to as Geppetto's Puppet, either. He's not a puppet, not anymore. He's human, albeit, a different kind of human.
So just Carlo, is fine with him, even if he's changed far beyond of who-- and what-- Carlo was.
'--an Ergo puppet can have a second life and become another kind of human--' He just needed now to decide just what that second life meant for him, now.
#Lies of P#Lies of P Spoilers#Just digging deep while dumping all my thoughts into a word document but also kinda#thinking on how... I want to portray him? How I saw him through my playthroughs of the game.#Sophia in her letter at the end specifically mentions:#“The fact that an Ergo puppet can have a second life and become another kind of human requires more time for people to find out about it.”#And while she's probably referring to herself? Aren't we too referred to as such by Giangio/Paracelsus?#So by extension... yeah. Second life. But by this point Carlo doesn't even feel like 'Carlo'#It's like waking up one morning as one person and then suddenly getting slammed with memories of your past life#and going 'well shit now who am I' because literally just this morning you were 500% convinced you were someone else#Hurray for identity crisis!! Even if lowkey! He just goes on and does his best c':
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“Torture remains an essential instrument of many governments. They use psychiatrists, surgeons and the whole range of associated disciplines to pressure people to confess. There is no sign of it ending; there is ample evidence it will only get worse in the twenty-first century.”
— Albert Joyce, Professor of Ethics in Medicine, UCLA
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chapter 162 page 18
#beastars#melon beastars#beastars melon#melon#chapter 162#what always gets me is that she lets him do this#she lets her son kill her#like there is absolutely no doubt that she abused him#she loved his papa so much something broke in her when he left and instead of learning to cope like a normal person she...#i have sympathy for a woman who clearly needed a lot of help and in the absence of that ended up abusing her child#but thats about where it ends#she deserved to die for what she did as much as she deserved to be helped#anyway unrelated to melomama sometimes i think about what happened to him after this#like chances are they wouldve tried to find the next of kin to dump him on#but considering how hybrids are viewed by society and how isolated melomama is AND how hard he was to track down by the police#chances are he just got lost in the foster system#having a fully fledged PhD by 23/24 is fuckin INSANE btw he wouldve had to skip grades n get into college courses by 12 at the latest#which means btw on pretty much all his legal documentation hes probably JUST marked as a gazelle#lol. melon. i think about him every day
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I'm surprised at how scary the unknown can be! Why does the upcoming uncertainty have to be so terrifying??
I have a very bad habit, I imagine a creepy scenarios about people based on their past interactions with others and their misdeeds. How can I calm myself down?!
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I'm so ... about these scenes being right next to each other
#house md#gregory house#sam carr#hilson#thirteen#13#remy hadley#screencap#s06e17 “knight fall”#idk speechless#and then he also dumps the confidential documents on her#the ways you can interpret this#love when there's something that ties medical and personal plots#season 6 did this often and effectively which is one of the reasons that season bangs
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the most autistic thing i've done in the past year is when i typed out a transcript of the text from the entire main storyline in Pokemon Legends: Arceus into a wordpad document, complete with basic image descriptions, and then i didn't even write the fanfic which was supposedly the reason i started that whole project in the first place
#pokemon legends arceus#pla#pokemon#aphelion.txt#actuallyautistic#actually autistic#67k words. if you were wondering#i didn't replay it myself but rather watched someone's playthrough on youtube and paused each time to copy out the text#i was able to find raw text dumps of the game on the internet but they were all out of order so i decided to make my own transcript#to base the plot of my fanfic off of but then i only ever wrote 1 chapter of the fanfic#probably i should upload the transcript to gamefaqs or something in case any other person in the world might potentially want it#actually this is a time-honored tradition for me#for some reason around the time period of 2nd-4th grade#i would do similar things when i got really bored#like copying out a couple of chapters of my favorite book into one of my notebooks by hand#actually this wasnt even the first time i tried to transcribe a pokemon game#i vividly remember attempting to do the same to pokemon pearl and pokemon ranger when i was like 9#didn't get very far on those tho#Still not sure why i enjoy(ed) doing this. but. it's soothing ?#might have to redo my resume from scratch btw :/// im not finding it in any of the places where i usually keep documents#the search for it being the reason why. i stumbled on the pla transcript which i managed to forget existed. and made this post
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Cody gathers up three of the dice from the table and cups them.
He doesn't shake them in his palm like Gree, but squeezes them tightly for a moment, eyes fixed on Fox’s red backplate across the crowded dancefloor as he slinks past a loitering trio of two troopers and a tall natborn, and disappears into the dim bathrooms.
He casts the dice sedately, flicks his eyes to the table and then smiles at Ponds with as many teeth as he can. His brother slumps backward in his seat, and Bly’s laugh is triumphant as he counts Cody’s score.
“Still sure of that winning streak are you, Pondweed?”
“Eat glass.” Ponds says to the ceiling.
Cody leans over and peels seven cards from the pack and drops them elegantly beside the bright green glass of something that Ponds had been nursing for an hour, and Ponds then peels them reluctantly off the sticky tabletop and shuffles them into his hand.
The thumbnail on his left hand is bitten to the quick, and his smallest finger on his right hand is crooked now. He holds it stiffly, awkwardly poking out when he fans his cards out like it can't quite bend properly.
Cody notes it, knows he won’t mention it, but sinks it into his memory anyway, presses it down like a handprint in clay.
Commander Ponds, with the wide smile and the ugly tattoo on his ankle and the crooked right pinkie. His brother, Ponds. Pondweed, if you wanted to annoy him.
By the time Fox is back at the table, Gree has snatched a victory from under Ponds' nose and neither is being gracious about it. Cody gathers the scattered cards and lets Fox slither back into the booth beside him, perched on the edge of the seat like he can’t wait to leave.
“You were gone for a while.” Cody says, blandly. He shuffles the deck.
Across the table, Gree is trying to shove the lemon wedge garnish from his drink into Pond’s ear, and Wolffe is cheering him on.
Fox eyes him, and his sneer is practiced.
“Are you timing how long it takes me to piss?”
“No.” Cody doesnt look up from the cards when he sniffs, pointedly, and pantomimes wiping his nose with his thumb and the knuckle of his first finger.
It’s Fox’s turn to sniff, and his sneer flattens out. He pitches his voice so only Cody can hear.
“...I’m not sharing.”
"In uniform, no less."
"Oh shut up, Cody. I could tell you tales of what I've caught some of your men up to, in uniform."
"Surely not sniffing drugs off the hand towel dispenser?"
"fuck off."
#kushwrites#commander fox#commander cody#cw drug mention#continuation of an old snip#from the same drafts document where i dump all my shit#fic#longpost
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