i hate when i get ghost baited by media. please let your ghost character be actually dead it was only cute when just like heaven did it 😭

Polar Saviour: Sandy

Summary: When you trip up at a rally, a different type of hero steps up to help you, one that has opposing views, but sometimes, opposites attract & make a blasting connection.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Attending an Anti Trump rally was something you’d never experienced before, but you were part of the generation that he and many like him was fucking over, so you had to do your part for a better world. So you threw on a ‘Why be racist, sexist, homophobic, when you could be quiet’ shirt, grabbed your homemade banner saying ‘Peach showers await Mr. Trump’ and made your way out to the streets.

As expected the place was packed as you marched down the streets of New York, chants alternating between ‘No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist USA’, ‘Lock Him Up’ and various other things like that. The reason you hadn’t gone to one of these before was because of the raucousness of the crowd & this was no exception, people were hustling and bustling about, and various people were being squashed around, including yourself. Not wanting to cut in front of people, you reluctantly stayed where you were as the crowd bustled forwards through the streets. Suddenly, you lost your footing and fell hard onto the pavement “Fuck!” You groaned, if you’ve ever fallen over, you’d know how rough and gut wrenching it is. “Shit man, are you ok?” Came a voice, you cautiously moved your head to see a man had departed from the crowd and had moved over to make sure you were alright “Yeah, leave me here for a bit and I’ll gather my strength” you said. The man laughed “I think people will think you’re dead if you stay stock still on the road.” “I guess so” you conceded “I’m gonna help you up alright?” He stooped down and pulled you up, “We’ll head to a cafe on the corner, I’ll check you out, make sure you haven’t hurt yourself.” You nodded, only half listening gazing at your savior, he had black skin, with darkly tinted brown eyes to match and a shaved frizzy hair style, he looked absolutely gorgeous, like a beautiful dream that had come to life.

You barely even noticed the change of place until he sat you down on a chair in an emptied out cafe and started to check you over. “I don’t think you’ve broken anything, there seems to be a bit of bruising though” You looked down and saw what he meant “It still stings but not as much as it did, thank you Mr.” you looked at the man hoping he would get the prompt “Sandy” he responded “Sandy, well I’m Y/N, thanks for helping me out.” “No problem Y/N.” The two of you placed orders and started small talk, you learnt he was steeped in political knowledge as he learnt about your journalism. “So I figured if I went, I’d have something to write about this week for my column.” “Yeah, ‘PROTESTERS: practice spacial awareness at events’ should be your headline” Sandy quipped back, leading you to laugh and grin, usually sarcastic comments would be retorted against, but something about his delivery worked so well.

“So why were you there? Something Trump tweeted about John Lewis? The ‘First Black President’ statement during Black History Month?” You asked, having had the ‘President’ blocked on Twitter for years on end “No, I’m actually a Republican.” Midway through your handful of chips, you choked. Sandy rushed over to hit you on the back, clearing your airways. “You keep running into trouble Y/N!” Sandy exclaimed “Yeah” you subtly said, if Sandy was a Republican, what was he doing at a Democratic event? You posed the question to him after he returned to his seat “Well whilst some of my views are Right Wing, like the right to own guns, I think my party and the world deserves better than Trump.” “Absolutely, but guns? When they contribute to massive deaths?” “So do knives but you don’t see people calling for a boycott.” Sandy responded “And it’s more complex than that, the amendment even if it could be changed, would take a while to pass by, rednecks could refuse to give their blessed weapons over, pandemonium potentially breaks out. I’m not saying anyone should be allowed to own a gun, but there are things people need to consider regarding our constitution.” As much as you wanted to stand very against his viewpoint, you knew he had points “I guess, cutting gun passage and starting proper screening processes could help minimize the amount of deaths in America, I get the whole defense thing, but it’s a shame that this country has turned into a place where Ultraviolence is an art form. Where sex is bad but violence is the new black.”

Sandy stared at you, taking it all in “I like how you debate your issues & how you didn’t storm off or make a big deal due to the side of politics I’m on.” “Well I probably would have tripped over my chair and hurt myself more.” You countered making him grin “And also when a big threat to our world is posed, people on opposing sides have to meet in the middle, or else the threat picks at our weaknesses and plays us against each other.” Sandy nodded “Very true. Geez, at least this went better than the last conversation I had about this.” “I hate to ask but what happened?” You grimaced slightly, worried about what it could have entailed “It was my ex girlfriend, Hannah her name was, she initially saw past my views and we had a decent relationship, and then it came back up because I didn’t like her essay and even when we broke up, she still wanted sex.” Your mouth dropped open, you felt bad for the poor guy, whilst being Right Wing wasn’t the best thing in the world, this Hannah sounded like a right piece of work “Shit Sandy, I’m sorry you had to go through that.” “And it always happens, people like her are like ‘Oh I’m in my 20s, I’m gonna move to New York, be a free spirit, date a black guy and go to a dangerous part of town.’” “It’s like they want to date black men because of the societal view of thugness or thrill that comes with it!” You exclaimed “You took the words right out of my mouth” Sandy quipped.

You soon finished your meal, and you reached for your wallet to pay “Nah Y/N, let me.” Sandy started “No Sandy, you’ve done enough for me today.” “Seriously, my treat.” He responded to you. You abandoned your attempt to get your wallet “Well I have to pay you back somehow.” “You don’t have to, unless you wanna go back to mine.” He subtly grinned your way, and you wondered was there a trace of a flirt in his grinned gaze? You decided to take the chance “Yes I will.” You said “Good. I thought you might.” Sandy responded. Having rested in the cafe for a while, you were able to stand on both feet and you followed Sandy past the crowds to his flat.

His flat seemed like any other that you’d come across, everything neatly arranged, his political books all stacked on a shelf & his bed tucked away in a corner. “Mind if I rest my leg up against the table so I can see how my bruise is doing?” Sandy nodded and having his ascent, you sat down and tentatively stretched your leg out, the black and blue colour now starting to stand out stronger than what it did “Oh that’s bloody great, people are gonna fucking notice that, it’s as clear as day.” “What if you stayed in with me?” Sandy offered “What would we do, streaming and cooking is great, but that can get tiring, no offense.” You quickly turned to see if Sandy was alright and found his face studying yours, much like how you did on the way up to the cafe “None taken, babe” and before you could react, he moved over & kissed you deep.

His lips felt so pleasant yet dominant, you moved further in, letting a moan fall out of your lips, making him laugh “And I haven’t even got your clothes off yet” “Well you better take it off then” you countered. Sandy proceeded to take off each garment “Fuck, you look real sexy when you’re naked man.” He exclaimed with a lustful tone in his voice. He lusciously stripped his shirt off for you, his sculpted pecs and four pack made you moan out in pleasure “Pants. Now” you got out as Sandy laughed and quickly disposed of his pants & underwear, his big cock flopping out. He moved your leg from table to lounge and moved his dick in front of your face “Suck my dick babe” he said softly & not wanting to waste another second, you lowered your head & began to suck. Sandy threw his head back breathing out an “Oh fuck!” you moved further down, tracing his veins. Louder groans filled the room as he grabbed your head and guided you “Oh fuck, you’ve got an amazing mouth, so fucking good!” He leant down and gave you a kiss “Fuck, I taste good on your mouth!” 

"Sandy I want you to fuck me.” you got out. Sandy not wanting to prolong you, made his way to the other end of the couch & began to shove his cock in your ass “Oh-Oh Fuck!” You moaned out, "You alright? If it hurts too much I’ll stop.” You nodded at Sandy and he stopped so you could steady your breathing “Keep going” you told him and he finally bottomed out balls deep. “Guess it’s true, black men have big cocks.” You said, causing Sandy to laugh “Babe, if you think our cocks are big, wait till you see how we fuck.” He started a passionate fast pace fuck into you, moans filling the apartment. You ran your hands down Sandy’s chest & tweaked his sensitive nipples, making him cry out in pleasure “Yeah Y/N, keep going!” You continued whilst running your hands down his four pack, getting to grips with his defined muscles while Sandy continues to fuck you.

“You wanted this” he moans out “Yeah I fucking did.” You responded, the adoring pretty gaze you had given him on the streets was gone, replaced by a look of lust. “And now you’re getting it, such a good fucking slut!” “Yeah, I’m your fucking slut Sandy!” You responded, the dirty talk flowing naturally “Yeah, good sluts like you get rewards.” Sandy gripped your cock & began to stroke it in time with his pace “Fucking come for me, shoot all over me baby boy!” It felt so sudden, like your load had been brimming up this entire time, but you hadn’t noticed because of how good Sandy was fucking you. “OH SANDY!” You screamed aloud as you shot your load all over him “Oh fuck!” Sandy laughed out “You blew a lot! I must be fucking you real good then.” “Y-yes you are.” You breathed out “Well then, I better keep going.” And he thrust in harder than before, drawing another lust toned scream from you, you didn’t know how he could have gotten faster than before, but he did, despite that, you knew that even the strongest man has limits.

And this was proved right after a while, as Sandy’s pace got sloppier “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He groaned “Yeah Sandy! Give me your cum!” You moaned out, riding him hard, meeting him with every beat. “You want me deep in you?” He groaned out “Yeah fill me up please!” You yelled out. Sandy continued go rut inside you, gazing deep as he did so “Fuck babe, I'm cumming, God I'm cumming! Oh Fuck!" He finally cried out as you felt his cock pulse, load upon load squirting inside you." "Y/N babe, that was fantastic!” He kissed you, you returning with the same amount of passion. You rested up against him “Fuck, you’re amazing!” Sandy grinned “Nice to know Y/N.” He picked you up and led you to his bed “Now, we have two weeks and a bunch of positions to do & this time I’m gonna show you the blacked the berry, the sweeter the juice. And by berry, I mean my balls” You grinned up at him “Bring. It. On.”

That’s What Friends Are For Ch. 3

  Tagging all the usual suspects (if you want to join that list just reply and tell me so) @illegalcerebral @dontshootmespence @stunudo@reid-effect  

Chapter 3: Becca’s Daughter

 A few hours later, when they finally landed in Las Vegas and got to their hotel, the first thing they did was call Garcia from Reid’s room.

 “Hey Pen, you’re on speaker. Did you find anything that might give us a clue about what happened to Rebecca Thompson?” JJ asked.

 “Unfortunately, my pretties, what I found leads us to few answers and more questions. First of all, she did, in fact, teach part-time at the same Fine Arts school she attended in the early 2000s, but here’s where things get weird. Eight months ago she moved to a different apartment, in a different building, in another part of the city. Her most recent address was much further away from both the university and her parents’ restaurant. Then all of a sudden about six months ago she left the university, stopped working at the restaurant, and started living off her savings. It looks like she basically became a hermit, but she did some paintings of hers from an online gallery she created but she put all of that money in a savings account that seems to have been set up for that express purpose. Once the payments were deposited she never touched them.”

 “Why would she move away and quit the job she loved?” Reid asked.

 “I have no idea, unfortunately after that six-month mark, she doesn’t exactly leave a much of a paper trail. She made regular cash withdrawals roughly once a week, all from different ATMs. Most of those were two-hundred and fifty dollars each time but there were a few that were closer to three or four hundred. If you ask me, she started using cash to intentionally hide her tracks.”

 “Well, we know she didn’t want anyone to know who the father of her child was, maybe she was afraid of him and went into hiding to protect herself just like…” JJ caught herself before she finished that sentence.

 “Ok, something tells me that JJ might be on the right track, so I’m gonna go ahead and see if Rebecca filed a restraining order against anyone in the past year,” Garcia asked.

 “Please do,” Reid asked.

 “Thanks, Penn.”

 “But of course, my loves,” Garcia replied before hanging up.

 JJ watched as Reid paced around the room. “Spence…we will find out what happened to her. We’ll go to social services first and see what you have to do to take custody of Rebecca’s daughter, then we’ll see if the ME has finished the autopsy yet and if not we can go talk to her co-workers at the university. I promise you, we’ll dig as much as we have to, as deep as you want to take this. It won’t bring her back but it’s better than not knowing.”

 “I know. JJ, I meant what I said on the plane. If you weren’t here I don’t know what I’d do right now. I’ve known Becca since we were little kids and even when I left Las Vegas we never lost contact, not even after all these years. I used to visit her every time I came home to see my mom. Becca was the type of person who always had a plan. Sometimes what she did only made sense to her but she never did anything randomly; it was like she had everything planned out and you were a step behind her trying to figure out what was going on in her head as you went along.”

 “Sounds like that could get pretty frustrating.”

 “It could be, but I learned a long time ago to just trust that she knew what she was doing. The difference here is this time she’s not around to fill me in, about her death, about the baby, about any of this.”

 “Well, then let’s start with the breadcrumbs she left behind. We won’t learn anything pacing around a hotel room will we?”

                                                     ***

At Social Services Ms. Frankfort was there waiting for them. As soon as she saw them arrive, she took Reid and JJ into her office. She sat down at her desk, Reid and JJ took their seats in the two chairs opposite her.

 “This is my friend JJ.”

 “It’s nice to meet you,” JJ added.

 “Likewise.”

 “So what’s my next move?” Reid asked impatiently.

 “Ok, while I was waiting for you I did some research since the crossing of state lines means we have to account for the laws governing this process in two different states. Now, as I understand it, your ultimate goal is to formally adopt her, is that correct?” She asked.

 “Yes,” Reid answered. “As soon as possible, I don’t want her to be in foster care any longer than necessary.”

 “Well, in order to bring her home as quickly as possible, your best bet is to wait on formal adoption and instead focus on becoming her legal guardian right now. That’s a usually a quicker and less complicated process. Plus, it would give us a reason to transfer her case to CPS in DC, which would smooth the road to formal adoption quite a bit because the inter-state business and differing sets of laws would no longer be an issue.”

 “And how long does that usually take?” JJ asked.

 “Once the hearing actually takes place, not long at all, but there’s usually a two to three month waiting period between the initial filing of a petition for guardianship and that hearing taking place.”

 “Three months?” Reid asked.

 “However,” She continued, “there might be a way to expedite that.”

 “How?”

 “If it were an open and shut case, the judge might be persuaded to have the hearing sooner out of the best interests of the child. The letter than Miss Thompson left with her daughter goes a long way in that direction but it’s not the same thing as a legal document. The letter says that she was aware that she was dying. If she knew she didn’t have a lot of time left, she might have made those arrangements in a more binding form.”

 “You mean like a will?” Reid asked.

 “That’s exactly what I mean. If she had one and it says the same thing that letter does, then the hearing becomes all but a formality as long as you pass the background check, which considering the FBI has higher standards for that than we do, there shouldn’t be any doubt about that going smoothly. Once you become her guardian, at that point you would be allowed to bring her home.”

 “What’s her name?”

 “She doesn’t have one yet. For babies who are found under circumstances like these, we file what’s called a foundling certificate. It’s like a birth certificate except the baby isn’t given a name. Then we go back once a legal guardian is established and amend their certificate with whatever name their adoptive guardians give them. That might be something to start thinking about. In the meantime, would you like to meet her?”

 “C-can I?” He asked. “Is she here?”

 Ms. Frankfort nodded. “Excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.” She replied before leaving the room.

 Reid knew she couldn’t have been gone for long but to him, it felt like hours.

 “This is it, Spence, you ready?” JJ asked.

 He nodded.

 When Ms. Frankfort came back in, she was cradling an infant wrapped in a pink, black, and white plaid fleece blanket. “Here she is.” She said, bringing her over to Reid and placing her gently in his arms.

 He looked down at her and noticed that she already had a mop of thick, silky, black hair, then, after a few seconds, as though she was aware of his gaze, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes were a bluish gray, more muted in color than her mother’s had been, but they were bright and alert. She smiled, and after freeing her arm, reached up. Reid met her halfway and gave her a finger to hand on to. “Hi, little one… my name’s Spencer, and I was friends with your mommy. You’re safe now, I’m gonna take good care of you.”

 “She’s a sweetheart,” Ms. Frankfort commented, “Since it was pretty obvious in her case who her guardian was going to be, I’ve been taking care of her, my own daughter was holding her just now. We estimate she’s about eight or nine days old, that blanket is the same one she was wrapped in when she was found. I tried to get her a new one, but she just cried non-stop.”

 “But wouldn’t she be too little to recognize that specific blanket?” JJ asked.

 “I don’t think it is the blanket itself, if this is the blanket Becca wrapped her in, then it might still have her scent on it as well as her own,” Reid explained. “That familiarity would make her feel secure.”

 When he looked back down at the little girl, she was fast asleep.

 “Awe” JJ exclaimed in a whisper.

 “I’ve never seen her fall asleep like that in the arms of someone she just met, even as little as she is, it’s never happened. Looks like Miss Thompson made the right choice.”

OK! You can make it up to me by doing 83 for Nadine and Mike B pretty please!!!

83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

Taking Hits ‘verse. My last drabble request! :) I started doing these because I thought it would help get me back into my WIPs (no such luck), but these were a ton of fun to do in their own right.

“Dr. Cole said the rods have come about halfway out of the bone on their own - isn’t that creepy?” With the lightest touch, Nadine brushed her fingertips against the tender and still-bruised skin of her collarbone, as if she expected to feel them protruding from underneath. She carefully tilted her head to the side so that she might get a better view in the bathroom mirror.

Mike grimaced. “That’s gross. Let’s not talk about it.”

“What are you gonna do when you have to take me for surgery,” she said, turning to look at him, “and there’s nothing holding me together afterward except fishing line?”

“I was thinking I’d hire a wet nurse for you until you’re human again.”

Nadine lowered her chin to fix him with a hard stare, but he merely flashed her a thousand-watt smile and swooped in to kiss her cheek.

“Kidding. Of course. But stop trying to see your screws; it’s creeping me out.”

“Can’t wait for them to yank these out,” she muttered. They’d been causing her nothing but pain for the past couple weeks, worse than the initial recovery period, and she’d finally made the time to go back to her surgeon for a follow-up. He’d taken x-rays of her injury and had informed her that the screws he’d fixed into her clavicle had in fact begun to come out - explaining why she was always in pain.

“The bone itself is mending well enough though,” he’d said, “and so I can go back in and take out the rods entirely. It should resolve the issue.” And while Nadine wasn’t ecstatic about the prospect of a second surgery, she was looking forward to not being in pain - eventually. There was no way she could tolerate this kind of debilitation long-term.

Her surgery was tomorrow. The past week had been a flurry of insanity at work as she rushed to redistribute all her responsibilities for the next few weeks. Mike would be putting in more time at State to give Elizabeth a hand while Nadine was out of commission.

At that moment, her stomach growled so uncharacteristically loudly that it surprised them both. Her eyes widened, and she pressed a hand against her midriff.

“For once you’re actually hungry,” Mike said, almost in disbelief.

“I haven’t had anything to eat but broth and water today,” she defended. “You would be hungry too.”

“'No solids; only liquids until Thursday,’” he parroted in Dr. Cole’s midwestern accent. He wrapped his arm around her from behind, rubbing soothing circles over her growling stomach. “It’s just another twelve hours. And then I’ll take you to a buffet once you recover.” Nadine made a face. “And then I’ll take you wherever you want once you recover,” Mike immediately amended.

She smiled. “That’s better.”

I’m 24 today, on the 5th anniversary of the Pulse Nightclub shooting, which happened on my 19th birthday. I remember seeing the news air on the televisions at the restaurant where I was celebrating with my parents, who I’ve cut ties with just this year. It was a place with really great dim sum food but it isn’t there anymore, has been sold and converted into something else. 

It was a Sunday. We’d just come from Mass. I was wearing a skirt. I was still desperately believing in God and in the fantasy that I was a straight cis neurotypical Catholic woman. I was working on my first real fanfiction, which was a mess of contradictory elements, gay curiosity and repression. I remember it. 

I remember, and have remembered ever since, the author’s note I put in the day’s fanfiction chapter to commemorate the occasion. I had nothing to say, and I should have kept silent. I’ve been ashamed of it ever since. 

See, it was natural to be shocked and horrified That Someone Would Do That. Obviously you don’t just go out and shoot people, it isn’t nice. But the us/them dichotomy is deeply ingrained. I knew the shooter was an Us. All I could muster was a weak “well I don’t think shooting people is a good thing.” 

I saw art passed around one of the fandoms I was in commemorating the event with real empathy and grief, remembering and honoring the memories of the victims, grieving for them. And I felt.... I can’t describe it. I didn’t understand it. Repulsed is the closest word. A kind of embarrassment, maybe. I felt compelled to turn my head away. Sure, they shouldn’t have been killed, I knew that, but these weren’t people you honored. 

Fuck. Here’s the author note.  I have no one else to confess to because the technical catholic sin here was not my initial response but the fact that I’ve changed. Even if I still believed, which I don’t. 

“A/N: So you know how music sometimes starts playing in vanilla minecraft and it's just beautiful and it's… it's just… I love the minecraft music, OK? So I was wondering how that would translate in this world… If you're on DeviantArt you'll know that it's my birthday today. (I thought that I had disabled the birthday notifications actually, but apparently not.) I wanted to finish this and have a chapter update as a birthday present for you guys. We don't watch TV so we didn't hear about last night until we went out today. I'd decided to have lunch at a Chinese tea house that recently opened, and sitting there, drinking chrysanthemum tea, the news is blaring the story. A young man native to America walked into a Florida club with an assault rifle and killed 50 people. ISIS thinks he's cool because he supports them. Hey, free death, they didn't even have to come over here. And an American anti-gay group thinks he's the judgement of God on the gay club which he attacked. Listen. Nobody should be celebrating this, especially Americans, even if you agree with the some of the shooter's base beliefs. You don't walk into a business in peacetime in your own country and shoot people. That's how we make our world a hell. If we could all learn to respect one another enough to discuss differences in belief without screaming, setting things on fire or, for the love of God, SHOOTING people, we might all be able to help each other out. HAHAHAHAHA. Right? If your opinion differs, you're going down. Boom. That's just how we work here, apparently, and I'm sick and tired of being human if this is the only way we can relate to one another. We're sitting in the dark in a world filled with monsters, listening for the music. Do me a favor on my birthday. The music is very faint, you won't hear it if you're not listening. So listen for it. Oh, and drink some chrysanthemum tea while you're waiting. It's supposed to help you feel alert and it tastes like sunshine.” 

The best thing I can say for this is that, actually reading it again now, I can see how afraid I was--how afraid I couldn’t even begin to admit I was at the time. It wasn’t personal, it could never be personal, I wasn’t a Them. I couldn’t. 

That doesn’t change how... unnecessary, and patronizing, and weak it was to basically say “hey huh wow. um. maybe we could discuss how you’re going to hell civilly, with fewer mass murders..” God. God. 

I have nothing to add or to change. The only thing I’ll say is I wish I’d never written it because I had nothing to say. I have nothing better to say except that I now know that there’s nothing you can say and it isn’t my place and I wish I could erase it, but it’s been up and visible for so long I’m just going to post an amendment instead, because it does exist, it can’t be erased. 

But I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m thinking--it took five years after that. Even with everything. It took me so long to get out. Some people never get out. I’m thinking about my mother and her obsession with those dangerous evil filthy lesbians who could so very easily seduce the weak. I’m thinking about “gay panic” and all the kids with guns. All the boys taught to trust guns over the slightest display of softness. 

But I have nothing to say, except that I want to cry, and it’s been five years, and I honor the memories of the victims I was ashamed to acknowledge before. I’m now ashamed of my shame. They have every right to be ashamed of me. But I’m here now, and I have had the horrifying experience of being able to see myself on either side of the gun. 

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Such failure will bring with it the death and wounding of many American service members, and many more Iraqis. – Scott Ritter • It’s perfectly natural to desire more troops when engaged in a military operation facing serious obstacles, and the more troops you have, probably, the [lower the] risk of causalities. – Zbigniew Brzezinski • Look what happened with regard to our invasion into Afghanistan, how we apparently intentionally let bin Laden get away. That was done by the previous administration because they knew very well that if they would capture al Qaeda, there would be no justification for an invasion in Iraq. There’s no question that the leader of the military operations of the U.S. called back our military, called them back from going after the head of al Qaeda. – Maurice Hinchey • Military metaphors have more and more come to infuse all aspects of the description of the medical situation. Disease is seen as an invasion of alien organisms, to which the body responds by its own military operations, such as the mobilizing of immunological “defenses”, and medicine is “aggressive” as in the language of most chemotherapies. – Susan Sontag • Military operations cannot be tidy or free of friction – particularly in a coalition whose contributing nations see the campaign through national prisms. – Mike Jackson • Odyssey Dawn? That’s not a military operation. That’s a Carnival Cruise ship. – Stephen Colbert • Oil is also essential for military operations. No other substance, no other raw material, is so vital for the prosecution of warfare, than petroleum. And the United States being the world’s only global power, is totally dependent on petroleum. – Michael Klare • OK, so $1 trillion is what it costs to run the federal government for one year. So this money’s going to run through September of 2016. Half of the trillion dollars goes to defense spending and the Pentagon. The other half goes to domestic spending – everything from prisons to parks. So there’s also about 74 billion in there that goes to the military operations that we have ongoing in Iraq and Afghanistan and Syria. – Susan Davis • Our task was not to conduct a full-fledged military operation there [in Crimea], but it was to ensure people’s safety and security and a comfortable environment to express their will. We did that. But it would not have been possible without the Crimeans’ own strong resolution. – Vladimir Putin • Out of my desire to complete Iraq’s independence and to finish the withdrawal of the occupation forces from our holy lands, I am obliged to halt military operations of the honest Iraqi resistance until the withdrawal of the occupation forces is complete. – Muqtada al Sadr • So the important thing in a military operation is victory, not persistence. – Sun Tzu • The Air Force is pulling nine cargo aircraft from military operations to support President Obama’s stepped-up visits to campaign events. Good, now he can carry his entire ego with him on the trail. – Fred Thompson • The British were indeed very far superior to the Americans in every respect necessary to military operations, except the revivified courage and resolution, the result of sudden success after despair. – Mercy Otis Warren • The Defense Department’s plan to ban newspaper reporters from pool coverage of military operations is incredible. It reveals the administration to be out of touch with journalism, reality and the First Amendment. – Arthur Ochs Sulzberger • The Halifax area has long played a major role in Canada’s military operations, being the port of departure for convoys, naval task forces and army units over the past 100 years or so. – Willie Morris • The logistic requirements for a large, elaborate mission to Mars are no greater that those for a minor military operation extending over a limited theatre of war. – Wernher von Braun • The military operation in Lebanon was the most successful military operation in recent Israeli history. Many in Israel don’t recognise that. – Ehud Olmert • The reality of Canadian history is that we’ve been willing to do the important things the world demanded of us: fighting in World War II, in Korea, in the Balkans, where we were involved in offensive military operations, and in Afghanistan, where we have made disproportionate contributions. – Chris Alexander • The struggle to maintain peace is immeasurably more difficult than any military operation. – Anne O’Hare McCormick • There are markets extending from Mali, Indonesia, way outside the purview of any one government which operated under civil laws, so contracts weren’t, except on trust. So they have this free market ideology the moment they have markets operating outside the purview of the states, as prior to that markets had really mainly existed as a side effect of military operations. – David Graeber • There are three ways that men get what they want; by planning, by working, and by praying. Any great military operation takes careful planning, or thinking. Then you must have well-trained troops to carry it out: that’s working. But between the plan and the operation there is always an unknown. That unknown spells defeat or victory, success or failure. It is the reaction of the actors to the ordeal when it actually comes. Some people call that getting the breaks; I call it God. God has His part, or margin in everything, That’s where prayer comes in. – George S. Patton • There has never been a military operation remotely approaching the scale and the complexity of D-Day. It involved 176,000 troops, more than 12,000 airplanes, almost 10,000 ships, boats, landing craft, frigates, sloops, and other special combat vessels–all involved in a surprise attack on the heavily fortified north coast of France, to secure a beachhead in the heart of enemy-held territory so that the march to Germany and victory could begin. It was daring, risky, confusing, bloody, and ultimately glorious [p.25] – Tom Brokaw • There is a great inertia about all military operations of any size. But once this inertia has been overcome and underway they are almost as hard to arrest as to initiate. – Ernest Hemingway • Thus, though I have heard of successful military operations that were clumsy but swift, cleverness has never been seen associated with long delays. – Sun Tzu • War on terror is far less of a military operation and far more of an intelligence-gathering, law-enforcement operation. – John F. Kerry • We citizens don’t need to know every detail of every military operation in this new kind of war. Nor should the media tell us and hence our enemy. – David Hackworth • When you decide to get involved in a military operation in a place like Syria, you’ve got to be prepared, as we learned from Iraq and Afghanistan, to become the government, and I’m not sure any country, either the United States or I don’t hear of anyone else, who’s willing to take on that responsibility. – Colin Powell • You know as well as I do that counterinsurgency is a very nuanced type of military operation. – John Abizaid • You must all be aware that modern war is not a mere matter of military operations. It involves the whole strength and all the resources of the nation. Not only soldiers, but also all citizens without exception, take part. – Chiang Kai-shek

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• A military operation involves deception. Even though you are competent, appear to be incompetent. Though effective, appear to be ineffective. – Sun Tzu • Climate Change is a national security issue. We found that climate instability will lead to instability in geopolitics and impact American military operations around the world. People are saying they want to be perfectly convinced about climate science projections. But speaking as a soldier, we never have 100 percent certainty. If you wait until you have 100 percent certainty, something bad is going to happen on the battlefield. – Gordon R. Sullivan • Dominicus Corea had a posthumous son, Lewis Corea who became the Dissawe of Uva. Sir Paul Peiris wrote that `With the disappearance of Dominicus Corea, came a short lull in military operations of which the Portuguese officials availed themselves to give free rein to that rapacity which so frequently disgraced their careers in the East’. Dominicus Corea was succeeded by his brother Simon, as Dissawe of the Sat Korale, Kotte and Sitawaka. – Dominicus Corea

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  • I had a terrible dream yesterday with military helicopters and the Taliban. I have had such dreams since the launch of the military operation in Swat. My mother made me breakfast and I went off to school. I was afraid going to school because the Taliban had issued an edict banning all girls from attending schools. – Malala Yousafzai • I had an opportunity to express my views, yes. I agreed with the approach which we took, namely, to make a distinction between the loss of life of the Chinese pilot and our military operations outside territorial waters or territorial limits. – Henry A. Kissinger • If I had undertaken the practical direction of military operations, and anything went amiss, I feared that my conscience would torture me, as guilty of the fall of my country, as I had not been familiar with military tactics. – Lajos Kossuth • I’m just very wary that once you start military operations in any country, it’s very difficult to predict what the outcome is. – Abdallah II • In a military operation, the command and control elements are a legitimate target. – Stephen Hadley • It is hard as an American to support the failure of American military operations in Iraq. Such failure will bring with it the death and wounding of many American service members, and many more Iraqis. – Scott Ritter • It’s perfectly natural to desire more troops when engaged in a military operation facing serious obstacles, and the more troops you have, probably, the [lower the] risk of causalities. – Zbigniew Brzezinski • Look what happened with regard to our invasion into Afghanistan, how we apparently intentionally let bin Laden get away. That was done by the previous administration because they knew very well that if they would capture al Qaeda, there would be no justification for an invasion in Iraq. There’s no question that the leader of the military operations of the U.S. called back our military, called them back from going after the head of al Qaeda. – Maurice Hinchey • Military metaphors have more and more come to infuse all aspects of the description of the medical situation. Disease is seen as an invasion of alien organisms, to which the body responds by its own military operations, such as the mobilizing of immunological “defenses”, and medicine is “aggressive” as in the language of most chemotherapies. – Susan Sontag • Military operations cannot be tidy or free of friction – particularly in a coalition whose contributing nations see the campaign through national prisms. – Mike Jackson • Odyssey Dawn? That’s not a military operation. That’s a Carnival Cruise ship. – Stephen Colbert • Oil is also essential for military operations. No other substance, no other raw material, is so vital for the prosecution of warfare, than petroleum. And the United States being the world’s only global power, is totally dependent on petroleum. – Michael Klare • OK, so $1 trillion is what it costs to run the federal government for one year. So this money’s going to run through September of 2016. Half of the trillion dollars goes to defense spending and the Pentagon. The other half goes to domestic spending – everything from prisons to parks. So there’s also about 74 billion in there that goes to the military operations that we have ongoing in Iraq and Afghanistan and Syria. – Susan Davis • Our task was not to conduct a full-fledged military operation there [in Crimea], but it was to ensure people’s safety and security and a comfortable environment to express their will. We did that. But it would not have been possible without the Crimeans’ own strong resolution. – Vladimir Putin • Out of my desire to complete Iraq’s independence and to finish the withdrawal of the occupation forces from our holy lands, I am obliged to halt military operations of the honest Iraqi resistance until the withdrawal of the occupation forces is complete. – Muqtada al Sadr • So the important thing in a military operation is victory, not persistence. – Sun Tzu • The Air Force is pulling nine cargo aircraft from military operations to support President Obama’s stepped-up visits to campaign events. Good, now he can carry his entire ego with him on the trail. – Fred Thompson • The British were indeed very far superior to the Americans in every respect necessary to military operations, except the revivified courage and resolution, the result of sudden success after despair. – Mercy Otis Warren • The Defense Department’s plan to ban newspaper reporters from pool coverage of military operations is incredible. It reveals the administration to be out of touch with journalism, reality and the First Amendment. – Arthur Ochs Sulzberger • The Halifax area has long played a major role in Canada’s military operations, being the port of departure for convoys, naval task forces and army units over the past 100 years or so. – Willie Morris • The logistic requirements for a large, elaborate mission to Mars are no greater that those for a minor military operation extending over a limited theatre of war. – Wernher von Braun • The military operation in Lebanon was the most successful military operation in recent Israeli history. Many in Israel don’t recognise that. – Ehud Olmert • The reality of Canadian history is that we’ve been willing to do the important things the world demanded of us: fighting in World War II, in Korea, in the Balkans, where we were involved in offensive military operations, and in Afghanistan, where we have made disproportionate contributions. – Chris Alexander • The struggle to maintain peace is immeasurably more difficult than any military operation. – Anne O’Hare McCormick • There are markets extending from Mali, Indonesia, way outside the purview of any one government which operated under civil laws, so contracts weren’t, except on trust. So they have this free market ideology the moment they have markets operating outside the purview of the states, as prior to that markets had really mainly existed as a side effect of military operations. – David Graeber • There are three ways that men get what they want; by planning, by working, and by praying. Any great military operation takes careful planning, or thinking. Then you must have well-trained troops to carry it out: that’s working. But between the plan and the operation there is always an unknown. That unknown spells defeat or victory, success or failure. It is the reaction of the actors to the ordeal when it actually comes. Some people call that getting the breaks; I call it God. God has His part, or margin in everything, That’s where prayer comes in. – George S. Patton • There has never been a military operation remotely approaching the scale and the complexity of D-Day. It involved 176,000 troops, more than 12,000 airplanes, almost 10,000 ships, boats, landing craft, frigates, sloops, and other special combat vessels–all involved in a surprise attack on the heavily fortified north coast of France, to secure a beachhead in the heart of enemy-held territory so that the march to Germany and victory could begin. It was daring, risky, confusing, bloody, and ultimately glorious [p.25] – Tom Brokaw • There is a great inertia about all military operations of any size. But once this inertia has been overcome and underway they are almost as hard to arrest as to initiate. – Ernest Hemingway • Thus, though I have heard of successful military operations that were clumsy but swift, cleverness has never been seen associated with long delays. – Sun Tzu • War on terror is far less of a military operation and far more of an intelligence-gathering, law-enforcement operation. – John F. Kerry • We citizens don’t need to know every detail of every military operation in this new kind of war. Nor should the media tell us and hence our enemy. – David Hackworth • When you decide to get involved in a military operation in a place like Syria, you’ve got to be prepared, as we learned from Iraq and Afghanistan, to become the government, and I’m not sure any country, either the United States or I don’t hear of anyone else, who’s willing to take on that responsibility. – Colin Powell • You know as well as I do that counterinsurgency is a very nuanced type of military operation. – John Abizaid • You must all be aware that modern war is not a mere matter of military operations. It involves the whole strength and all the resources of the nation. Not only soldiers, but also all citizens without exception, take part. – Chiang Kai-shek

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so today was alright, nothing special really but fine. Woke up at 7, same as every day, left a little early so I could drop my lunch off at the office before heading to court. upon getting to court there was some short-lived miscommunication issues that I don’t want to spell out because I’ll just get pissed about them all over again but they were resolved rather quickly and the rest of the morning was fine. at one point the lawyer I was with sent me to the other side of the floor (there are two parallel hallways on the outside ends of the building with the elevator/stairs in the middle, so I was running from one hallway to the other) to put a hold on a case, and as soon as I got to that hallway I was met by one of the other attorney’s who just sent off boy lawyer to another courtroom to step up on a case and handed me a folder and said “I need you to step on this case that’s about to be called in this courtroom, all you have to say is you need time to issue an alias summons” and I managed to say the other lawyer had asked me to put a hold on the former case and she said she’d take care of it, then she was gone and I was like alright, it’s showtime, folks. these are incremental steps forward that won’t matter in a week (swearing in a week from tomorrow!!) but last time it was my first time stepping up without someone in the room watching me but I didn’t actually say anything, so this was my first time actually saying something, even though it was very simplistic and easy. The fact that we were needing to issue an alias summons also meant there wasn’t going to be an OPC to deal with so that makes it easier. I go in and wait a few cases, then it gets called and I’m a tad bit of a mess, I drop my phone on my way to the bench with a loud thud, then awkwardly pick it up and run to the bench. the actual talking was easy of course, I just said what I was told and he said time granted get a 35 day date and then it was the next case. the only issue now was that I had ran out with just my phone, all my stuff was in the other courtroom, including my pen. so I had to awkwardly ask to borrow a pen from one of the lawyers sitting at the counsel table so I could furiously write down what he said, and then I had to wait to get a date from the clerk which I would still need the pen for and I’m like a hot mess and keep being like “I’m sorry do you need it back??” but he was chill and like “it’s ok, I forget pens a lot so I understand” which I appreciated. Got the date, got the order entered, and it was done. Two Mondays from now that’s gonna be the whole operation, just me handling cases, which is still kind of crazy but I know it’s something I’ll get used to quickly and adapt just fine, so I’m not really concerned. I used my deduction skills to figure out what courtroom that lawyer would be in (meaning I figured out which lawyer she was covering for and where she would be at that point) and returned her folder to her before going back to find my original lawyer. we did a couple other random things before she said I could go back to the office, she was hanging around for a hearing in the afternoon, so I took the train back to the office. and oh, the projects I’ve been given. it’s seemed like they all came out of nowhere, and I got another one today to draft an amended complaint after they fucked up the first one and it was gonna get dismissed, so now I have to fix it but I’m still stuck with the fucked up argument, I can just add an actually good one. So I tabled that for the moment so I could go back to working on the response to defendant’s motion to reconsider denial of summary judgment (nice short name) that I had been working on yesterday. I felt like I was back in legal writing class because I was comparing their motion to the arguments we made in the reply to the initial motion for summary judgment and trying to adapt them the best I can. So I was trying to figure out if I wanted to find a way to distinguish the case law they listed but I figured there wasn’t a super strong way to do that, so instead I argued that the evidence we put forward met the standard they claimed we hadn’t met rather than arguing the standard itself was incorrect. then they had listed a bunch of case law regarding speculative conclusions and the like and rather then spend the time tearing each of those apart I instead opted to be like all of that is completely irrelevant because it’s referencing standards at trial, and this is a summary judgment motion with a different standard that doesn’t require us to do any of the things you just listed. so hopefully that comes out as a good argument lol. I’m not too worried because the chances a judge is actually going to reverse themselves on a motion to reconsider (in front of the same judge who made the first ruling) is fairly low, so it shouldn’t be an issue. it was a bit short, but I decided to send it over as a first draft to see where the lawyer would like me to expound the argument further. so I felt pretty good about that, even if it was a bit short. I ate some of my left over mac and cheese from dinner last night for lunch, then did a few case audits, and after that one of the big guys who had asked me to do some research on the complaints about that big tort case issue in a suburb outside Illinois (it’s not like, a secret or anything, if you’re really curious you can google “sterigenics willow brook” and you’ll find plenty of info) stopped by and asked if I got to it yet and I said I was just finishing up on this and would take a look now. specifically what he wanted was for me to find the complaints other firms had filed on the issue, and at first I was like, do I even know where I would look for those? So I looked at the court website and then went to lexisnexis, and with a few well-placed search filters and keywords I found the 18 complaints that had been placed. So I started reading them and made a summary form for them, listing stuff like law firm, plaintiff’s diagnosis, counts, etc. and went through the rest of them. There was an interesting venue issue so when I figured out what that was I went to tell him and he asked me to print the complaint, so I did that and then read the rest of the cases and summarized them, then delivered to him the printed complaint with the summary of it on top and the summaries of the rest of the complaints so he could decide if there were other ones he wanted to read, as they did have some significant differences as far as counts and such go. I didn't end up doing all 18 because there were several from the same firm that were virtually identical except for the plaintiff’s info, so that wouldn’t have been necessary. It was almost 5 when I finished with that, and I checked my email to find out what files I was supposed to take home, then ran downstairs to pick them up, then stuck them back with my stuff and headed out. Got on the red line and jumped off at the stop by Target because they’ve been bugging me to pick up a prescription they autofilled and I didn’t actually need yet, but oh well, I needed to pick up pads and pens as well as I only have like one pen right now lol. So I did that then hopped back on the train, only to find I was in the same car with the guy I share an office with, which was weird because I obviously had left before him so I had to explain my target run and all that lol which was funny. Got off at my stop and saw plenty of trick or treaters on the streets while I was walking home (if any of them asked me who I was dressed as I was going to say “a very tired lawyer who wants to go home” 😂😂), and I made it home fine. Got more comfortable clothes on, made some dinner out of the leftovers I have, then sat down at the tv only to realize there was no Riverdale on tonight, so instead I switched to the recorded shows I hadn’t been able to watch yet, starting with The Resident. Pretty solid episode, the opening scene may just straight up give me nightmares and that was unnecessary but I get where they were going with it. I then moved on to 911 which is always a fairly emotional show but in this episode they had to put down an injured horse and I swear to fucking I was crying to the point where I was on the verge of sobbing. like it was just so damn emotional I’m tearing up right now just thinking about it. So kudos to them for a very moving episode, with the other stories as well being very well done, especially the one with the bones. Moved onto Blindspot afterwards, was somewhat distracted but got the basics down, pretty interesting episode and a solid flip of the dynamic we’re used to. My roommate had gotten home and was in the shower at that point so I watched some Seinfeld that happened to be on while I waited for the shower, then once I got in there and showered I did the rest of my bedtime routine, ending with publishing the post, meaning I’ve now reached the finish line and will be going to bed now. Goodnight dearies. Love you lots.

Never again? Really?

"Minorities including gays, the disabled, non-Christians, and people of color"? I'm seeing this a lot lately and I admit I take exception to the characterization. It's not wrong. And I know it's just to keep down the word count and in hopes that more people will see themselves in the description. I don't fault writers for that. But my agenda is different. I'm a different kind of writer. I revel in the specific because the specifics are where our humanity lies. Generalities like the one above gloss over a lot. Hitler went after political dissidents first (specifically, he started with 200 communists sent to Dachau, opened in 1933). Next it was stripping education and public jobs from Jews. Eventually their citizenship was stripped and terror became an everyday occurrence (officially sponsored and just overlooked when done by other Germans). Stop here and imagine these are your friends, your family, your coworkers, artists, people at businesses that you know. Really try to imagine what it would look like to be manipulated and/or frightened (in a selfish self-preservation sort of way) into a willingness to go along with it. What would it take for you to justify it and look away? Jobs? Lower taxes? Just a way to flip off the last leader? Or just someone who tells you you are better than others? That even though your group holds most of the political and economic power of your country, you are actually a victimized group? Hitler had a definite enemies list, but he didn't just jump in with both feet. He made small steps at first to measure the feelings of the populace. He didn't have Twitter, the alt-right, the dark web, Reddit or 24-hours news with funnels to specific sections of the populace. But he managed. He loved rallies. When the people accepted his initial moves, he stepped it up. This is when "racially inferior" became the force of the day. This was a drive against Jews but also included gays, lesbians, transgendered people, Roma (aka gypsies) and Jehovah's Witnesses. Nothing is the gift that keeps on giving for an authoritarian like a war. And by 1939, Germany had a doozy of one. With war as a distraction and an excuse, Hitler began the systematic murder of the mentally and physically disabled. Stop and think about that. Really imagine the patriotism of murdering children and adults who cannot defend themselves or could not understand why they were being hurt. Even if it lowered your insurance rates, could you get behind that policy? Could you look the other way? In the short span from 1939-1940, the law of the land went from requiring Jews to wear arm bands to mass deportations of German Jews to Poland to mass murder of German Jews in Poland. Less than a year. Once Hitler realized the extent of fear and hate in his country, he was quick to mobilize it. Think about the news back then. With a war going on, and a regime bent on first seeding distrust of journalists and artists and later government takeover of media, would you be motivated to even find out about such things? Would you dig in to find the truth or just be comfortable with propaganda that allowed you to be comfortable in your newfound feeling of superiority? How strong would your echo chamber have to be for you to keep your head in the sand, justify, excuse, or join in? 1941 saw massive mobile killing units. In two days, nearly 34,000 Ukranian Jews were killed, and this set off the systematic killing of Jews by the mobile units. It didn't take long for efficiency efforts to hold sway, and the death camp of Chelmno in Poland began murdering Jews. By 1942, the Final Solution (murder of all European Jews) began. It was an official government program. Hitler wasn't doing any of this in a vacuum. I'm sure there were people in government who disagreed, but there were plenty of reasons to go along--power, greed, rewards for being loyal, the fantasy that someone else would stop him, and fear that they too could end up in his enemies list. Had they had their morals and ethics in place from the beginning, they might have been able to stop it. But so long as they were benefiting, they were willing to disregard the evidence and go along to get ahead. By February of 1943, 80-85% of the Jews who would be murdered during the Holocaust were dead. Ten years from jailing dissidents to mass extermination. Ten years of people at first arguing to each other to give Hitler a chance until the arguments could no longer even be made. Between 5 and 20 million people dead in the meantime--just from the camps. This doesn't include the soldiers killed in a massive world war. When Hungary was taken over in 1944, the Germans began deporting 12,000 Jews a day to Auschwitz for systematic murder. 1945 saw Hitler's defeat and the end of WWII in Europe. The death camps were emptied, but the Jews didn't just get to go back to their old lives. They never did. Their property was taken and given to oligarchs, all their possessions confiscated and redistributed to those the authoritarian considered loyal, their businesses gutted, their synagogues burned. And German hatred of Jews didn't magically disappear either. Just as the hatred didn't appear overnight, it didn't end that way either. Many many Holocaust survivors were put into displaced persons camps (what we call refugee camps today) where they waited for countries to allow them entry. Would you turn them away? Probably not if they showed up at your door. But what if it was just an immigration policy? A simple set of words you could see as nothing more than a way to put your country first? Would you be ok with it then? What's the difference? Source for the above is http://remember.org/shoah/timeline.html (it's an easy-to-understand snapshot of that time) Immigration restrictions put in place before and during the war weren't quick to be lifted, and the Jews, finally liberated from death camps, found themselves rejected from country after country, including the US. It wasn't until the Truman Directive of 1945 that we even allowed the immigration of Jews at the regular immigration quotas. This had to be done by presidential statement because Congress refused to take action. But the quotas could not be raised without Congressional action. Finally, three years later, in 1948, and under pressure from US Jews, Congress finally raised the immigration quota so as to allow Jewish victims of the Holocaust to immigrate here. But even then they were only around 40% of the immigrants coming into the US. The entry requirements were stringent and called "flagrantly discriminatory" against Jews by Truman. They favored some refugees over others--notably Christians. By the time the law was finally amended in 1950, most of the remaining displaced Jews had gone to the newly UN-established state of Israel. Source for above is ushmm.org I worry that our lack of specificity is watering down what happened before and allows people to ignore the danger we have now under a new authoritarian. "Never Again" has become "Give him a chance," despite him being quite consistent since the campaign. All his glaring similarities to Hitler are being met with "Stop taking him literally" even though he is doing exactly what he said he would. We are being told to not use our own senses to determine truth. Instead we are told to look into his heart, despite the fact that his entire history belies what his supporters think is in there. Now is the time to use our empathy and try to really understand that we are no more immune to an authoritarian regime than were France, Russia, Germany, Italy, Japan, Greece, Spain, Portugal ... Now is the time to spread information, March, protest, look out for one another. We can't truly embrace "Never again" if we're too busy saying "It can't happen here." I don't think any of these nations planned on accepting authoritarian rule. They just wanted stability and security and some semblance of success. The problem is they were willing to sacrifice "others" for it. And they were willing to let the oligarchs gorge if it meant they got the scraps from the table. Sound familiar? Then again, maybe this really is what his supporters want. If it is, at what point do we stop looking into their hearts and start judging them on their words and actions?