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mtg story spoilers ahead.
...in stark contrast to my last gigantic rant about MtG's story, the stories for March of the Machine were actually really good. by simple virtue of having more time and space to tell them, the consequences felt more real, the character's motivations and states were more explored, and the events that happened felt earned and were delivered well.
characters actually died, and some lived - but not without cost. Nissa and Ajani get to live on, but at the cost of Karn's spark and Melira's life. Jace and Vraska's fates are unknown. Nahiri and Lukka are just plain dead (couldn't have happened to better people, tbh), and Tamiyo is...a...text-ghost?? which I presume is kind of like being dead - I can't imagine she still has her spark or her magic like that. it all feels very much like there was an *actual* gigantic battle, and it was costly to win, but there was a victory unquestionably.
the vignettes about the invasions of various planes were, on the whole, very good and really brought up the tension and fear of the Phyrexian invasions - making absolute monsters out of the invading zombie-robots that rightly inspire terror in everyone unfamiliar with them. the one about Zendikar was the Big Suck, but I'm gonna gloss over that one because it was mostly about Nahiri and honestly she gets what she deserves - not just narratively, but in quality of writing as well.
despite a really, *and I mean really* rough lead-in, I think March of the Machine is MtG finally getting the "epic, grand-scale battle" story right. Battle for Zendikar felt tropey and overhyping of the Gatewatch, taking out Ulamog and Kozilek *way* too early and frankly too easily. War of the Spark was--actually you know what let's just pretend War of the Spark never happened. but MoM felt good. The length of the story was just right, with plenty of ups and downs, rises and falls for the heroes, and - and this part is key - a lot of characters getting to matter. characters normally relegated to being B-list actors got to be major players and do things that were huge for them - Wrenn speaking with Realmbreaker and convincing it to save the planes (what a great moment, so obvious and yet I didn't think of it), Karn fighting his pacifism and guilt to kill a true evil that absolutely needed to die for the sake of everyone (yes!), Ral Zarek whopping Vraska in one blow (my boy), and all the legends of the planes fighting against the invasion in their own ways and in ways that fit the themes and tropes of those planes - not just throwing spells on a battlefield.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I really enjoyed reading this, and I hope we retain this level of quality for any future stories. and for god's sake please give the writers this much room to breathe for *everything* from here on - letting the writers have more chapters to write and more space to explore makes the writing *so* much better.
#mtg story#magic the gathering#march of the machine#i don't have any funny tags this time#it was actually good#though I guess Ral Zarek no-diffing Vraska was kinda hilarious#wrenn and teferi working together was cool#put Phyrexia in the time prison#for plane crimes#give the writers a raise#except whoever wrote that nahiri story#put them in the time prison for plane crimes#mtg#rant over
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Tsunade
There’s a lot of things to love about Tsunade. She’s one of the strongest female character’s in the entire series as well as being a very damaged character who’s fighting just to get through every day.
She comes back to Konoha and takes the job of Hokage because of a kid she has only just met and procedes to lead the village for five years through some of the worst fights it has had to deal with. It’s under her leadership that Konoha works with the other villages, and unlike her Sensei she is actually unafraid to put the elder’s in their place.
Epic moment’s for Tsunade are numerous, but i’ll try not to get too carried away.
(Movie only) Poking Kakashi in the face and reminding him that accusing Naruto of attacking A, and thus throwing him into prison, was HIS idea and he has no right to judge her for being harsh (he looks like a scolded child. I love it. The auntie vibes are STRONG in this movie)
Speaking of Kakashi, remmember when she found out that he died and she proceeded to destroy one of the pillers on the roof of the Hokage’s mansion? Because i do and i LOVE it. Tsunade has seen enough death in her life but that doesn’t stop her from taking a second to morn Kakashi’s death and literally destroy something in anger (also while looking for pics i saw a conversation about how her destroying that piller wS representative of Kakashi’s death being the destruction of a piller of Konoha and oh boy i had FEELINGS).
Also, just the whole Pein attack in general was some bad ass Tsunade. I think Hashirama is the only other Hokage who could have protected Konoha and saved as many lives as Tsunade did. Her skills really shone through her as well as her connection with Lady Katsuyu.
(Anime Only) showing Ino and Sakura what she looked like when she was younger. Tsunade looked so proud of herself while she was showing off her younger look. It’s clear that she just loves looking young and that her keeping herself looking younger has never been about sexual appeal but just enjoying being young. If she could turn back time and be 12 again i think she would, and not just to save Dan and her brother.
Caving in Madara’s Sussano. This woman stood there and listened to Madara bad mouth her for the crime of not being as talented as her grandfather and instead of crying over it she proceded to destroy every judgement Madara made against her. She got stabbed through the abdomen and cut Madara’s sussano sword and shoved it out if her body. She got cut in half and still healed the other Kage’s using Katsuyu. SHE PUNCHED MADARA’s SUSSANO, A NEAR PERFECT DEFECE, AND SHATTERED THE RIB CAGE. Sure she was never going to win that fight, but damn did she do some major damage.
The fact that she taught Sakura to gamble? Delightful. Love master and student bonding over non training activities.
Calling Kakashi stupid for how he faced Itachi? Fair. Man didn’t know what he was getting into because he didn’t have all the necessary info, but she’s still valid for calling him out on acting before thinking. He was so protective of Asuma, Kurenai and specifically Sasuke (and then Naruto when he realized Itachi was actually there for him) he just threw himself into a fight. Tsunade had every right to call him dumb.
Telling Naruto his only disease was being dumb XD one of my fav moment’s ever. Boy was not ready.
(Book only) yelling at Gai for ditching his position to catch a ride on the fancy new air balloon/plane. Also, her asking Gai to tell them what Kaiyo looked like always felt hilarious because this man forgets all the faces and i can only imagine that it was a stressful af conversation to have.
(Book only) ‘Kakashi take my job’ ‘no’ Kakashi take my job’ ‘no’ ‘kakashi take my-‘ ‘fine’ ‘ABOUT DAMN TIME’
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Fixing that one small mistake in SAATFF
Having watched the show when it came out, I loved it! It had flaws but I enjoyed it. It was nice to see a modern show in the style of the 2000s action cartoons I grew up onm So imagine my shock when the season 2 finale pulled a Disney Twist on one of my favorite characters in the show.
See, back in season 1 Malcom Kane was a reformed gangbanger who got his life together and started working for Jonathan Rook (the series Big Bad) as an honest man. In s2 there was some mystery about a militant techno cult/gang called the Tech Men - everybody's so creative - and the heroes trying to figure out who the leader is. In the penultimate episodes They find out that the leader is... Malcom Kane!
Huh? What?
Given what we're told and shown about Kane this twist doesn't make sense. The Tech Men don't even have a connection to the bigger story. Why would Kane, whose motivation hinged on being good, suddenly decide to remove free will and go back to committing crime? The sudden reveal that he never changed at all undermined his arc as if implying that criminals will never truly repent, will always be evil, there's no room for morally grey backstories. You get the idea.
Basically it was stupid and unnecessary.
I legit HATED that twist! It was such a cop out. So, I decided to change it to something that actually made sense.
Instead, Kane actually a government agent working against Rook. It goes along with his past as a reformed criminal, this time it actually stuck and connects him to the overall mystery.
Like in canon, he knew Rook's true identity for quite some time. However, he needed to gather enough information to put the vile CEO away for good.
What you thought the government wouldn't notice the disappearance of one of their planes carrying their top scientists?
Anyways, Kane got a job working for Rook. It was surprisingly easy, as Rook was impressed by Kane's work ethic and take charge attitude. He was also compliant which meant little risk of being questioned. Kane did everything he could to keep Rook's favor, it was the only way he would be able to crack the case.
Over time, Kane managed to decipher his true involvement in the crash. Unfortunately Rook had a lot of connections that made it nearly impossible to properly charge him. One of those connections included the militant group The Tech Men, whose previous leader Kane helped put away years ago.
Kane visited the leader in prison and offered to reduce his parole if he gave him information about the group. Kane had to play his cards right. He joined the N Men posing as their leader, which in turn led him to more information about Rook's ultimate goal. Kane didn't want teenagers to get involved with the investigation. So he acted the part of the cold no-nonsense lackey to try to push them away.
Kane didn't expect their determination to stay. He didn't think a couple of children had the drive to fight for another day. Deep down he had to admit he was proud of those boys - and girls one he realized who Riya was.
Making Malcolm an agent ahows that he is willing to make morally dubious choices for the greater good. In a way it makes him more of a parallel to rook: both suffered losses and didn't have it all good growing up, but one decided to put good out into the world and the other wants to rule it. And it's better to show that people CAN change for the better than that black&white way of thinking.
#malcolm kane#they wasted a perfectly good character#wow havent used that tag in a while#saatff#stretch armstrong#stretch armstrong and the flex fighters#cartoons#rewrite#character arcs#fanfiction
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My players fucked up and cracked open the far realms, how do you do a global eldritch corruption while still having an enjoyable game?
My quick advice is to have your all is lost moment, have them fight their way through a few aberrations from the scary section of the book, then have the forces of cosmic order step in to seal up the breach. Now your party is yanked away from whatever they were doing (and whatever elements of cosmic horror that leaked out in the meantime) to be put on trial for their crimes against coherent reality.
Problem is, because cosmic order is being run by a bunch of celestial robots, their trial is set for thousands of years in the future, meaning that they'll have to escape a clockwork space prison and find a portal in order to get back to their homeworld (possibly with the aid of another chaotic being)
This gives you a lot to play with:
Mopping up the monsters and other chaos unleashed by their actions, possibly with a greater villain emerging who is now marooned and wishes to get back to the far realm
Whatever this chaos being is going to do now that it's free
The party being hunted by inevitables looking to recapture them for their trial (possibly going so far as to petrify them, forcing them to stand trial, be found shockingly innocent, and then being released into the astral plane to wander until they find a way back to their right time)
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okay so there's this country called erusea on a continent called usea that got vibe checked with an asteroid about 20 years ago, and erusea got too many refugees so they decided to start a continental war called the continental war and fight osea and lose in spectacular fashion
fast forward 20 years and erusea has become a kingdom once again and is a bit salty about their loss 20 years ago, so they steal UAV technology from the remnants of the Belkans, and then ship them across the world to vibe check osea and steal the space elevator, which is the only way to access space since they got rid of all the rockets and space shuttles
meanwhile a pilot called trigger has just joined an OADF squadron but his airfield gets hit by erusean bombers and has to go shoot them down, and then goes to kill some stuff for a few missions until this massive drone called an arsenal bird turns up and beats the shit out of the osean forces, so they decide to send trigger alone to rescue the former osean president from the space elevator
the rescue goes horribly because the landing team gets massacred, and then they launch uavs at the space elevator, and then the oseans try to explode the space elevator and the former osean president doesn't like that and turns back to go back to it but then he gets exploded by a missile from a UAV that looks like Trigger's plane. trigger gets blamed for it and gets court martialled and dishonourably discharged and all that, and sent to a prison where he'll never fly again
except the prison has the wonderful idea to put the prisoners in fighter jets so they can decieve erusea and lure them to a fake airfield, and it's fine because the aircraft have their weapons locked, but then erusea decides to bomb both the fake airfield so they decide to unlock the weapons on the fighters and for some reason none of the prisoners attack their captors and instead valiantly fight off the eruseans
the prison warden decides "hey these convicts are fuckin stupid" so he sends them on increasingly dangerous missions with basically nothing stopping them from escaping, but none of them opt to escape and instead fight in these missions. eventually all the prisoners get pardoned and trigger gets sent to another actual squadron despite everyone still thinking he killed the former president
so he goes to the new squadron and they do all sorts of funky shit like blowing up oil rigs and destroying ICBM silos and attacking a submarine and attacking a naval fleat and attacking the same submarine again and this time destroying it and eventually they manage to attack and capture the erusean capital while simultaneously destroying erusea's network of spy satellites. but erusea decides to destroy osea's spy satellites and the debris destroys all the other satellites so all the communications are down and nobody knows anything and erusea has split into violent well armed warring factions
trigger and their squadron are not having fun because their commander was killed while they were capturing the Erusean capital but they decide to escort a defecting Erusean general through said erusean capital, and he tells them about how they used a drone to frame Trigger for murdering the ex-president and then he just. dies as soon as the mission ends for no apparent reason
then they decide to go to an island that was supposed to be under osean control so they can resupply and maybe link back up with osean command but the osean forces are fucked and retreating and also the prison squadron is there but they have no planes and trigger has to save everyone
after this the squadron STILL has no supplies so they attack a castle to get supplies and maybe commit a few war crimes along the way
then they decide "let's go to the space elevator again because it's a satellite now or something" and they go and fight at the space elevator and win, but then two new drones arrive and try to upload their schematics so they can continue the war, and trigger has to shoot them both down, except when they explode they become smaller and trigger has to shoot them down again, and one of them decides it's gonna fly through the tunnels leading to the space elevator, so trigger follows it through the tunnels and shoots it down under the space elevator and then flies out through the space elevator and wins the war and everyone's happy (except the eruseans)
that is uh. interesting. its a lot to take in and makes me wonder "why didnt they just build more rockets" tbh
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“Thank God Suella Braverman is back,” writes one Telegraph columnist. “Her determination to crack down on crime and illegal immigration undoubtedly chimes with the views of the country, and especially voters in the Red Wall. Thank God there is someone in the Cabinet to put forward those views.”
Her return is not an oddity, not a pantomime joke, but proves how deeply Rishi Sunak is in hock to the hard right, like every Tory leader from John Major onwards. The party will rewrite the past week’s knife-edge drama as a smooth and inevitable coronation of its princeling, but his frantic scramble for the wrong votes tells another story. Restoring Braverman to the Home Office and boasting of party “unity” unites him with the obnoxious wing that drove the Tories to this post-Brexit dead end. The Express, closest to that faction, reveals that in the last hours battling with Boris Johnson, Sunak was so needy for rightwing support that he called Braverman no fewer than six times begging for her backing and that of the wing she represents; Keir Starmer called that out in PMQs as “a grubby deal”. The first heady days are a leader’s moment of maximum power with every job in their gift ��� and yet Sunak emerges as another Tory PM too weak to face down those old wrecking “bastards”.
Braverman is their missile. When she stood for leader, Steve Baker instantly stood aside, tweeting: “Happily I no longer need to stand. @SuellaBraverman will deliver these priorities and more.” Yesterday, ex-party chair Jake Berry told TalkTV that far from committing what she described as a “technical infringement of the rules”, “from my own knowledge, there were multiple breaches of the ministerial code”. The cabinet secretary, Simon Case, is reportedly “livid” at her reappointment after six days, as Labour’s Yvette Cooper rightly calls for an investigation to see what she leaked, who to and how often.
Fellow rightwingers rush to her defence: MP Bernard Jenkin defended her reappointment, saying he could “vouch for the highest integrity of my right honourable friend the home secretary”. Here is an early hard landing for Sunak’s rashly boasted integrity, accountability, professionalism, seriousness and competence.
Her blunder exposed more than her failure to follow security rules. She attempted to send a confidential document to, among others, Sir John Hayes: known as her mentor, a rather less fascinating svengali. His Common Sense Group, launched two years ago in the wake of Black Lives Matter with about 40 MPs and reviving the old Cornerstone Group (faith, flag and family), inhabits the shifting sands of rightwing diehards. “Common Sense” is a useful catchphrase suggesting anything less than hard right is nonsense, just as canvassers recognise that when someone says “I’m not political”, they usually vote Tory: any other politics is abnormal.
If she regularly sent policy for approval from the Hayes faction, it’s worth knowing who he is: he was knighted along with Sir John Redwood and Sir Edward Leigh in Theresa May’s frantic wooing of troublesome rightwingers against her Brexit deal. Here are his views, unpopulist as none of them are very popular these days: a Brexiter, he has voted to restrict access to abortion, and is against equal marriage and onshore wind turbines. He’s for standing up in football stadiums and capital punishment. One of his outside jobs is as strategic adviser to BB Energy, a global energy trader. In the middle of the summer heatwave, Hayes condemned “a cowardly new world where we live in a country where we are frightened of the heat. It is not surprising in snowflake Britain.”
Braverman ran wild at the Tory conference, declaring that “a plane taking off to Rwanda … That’s my dream. That’s my obsession.” Her glee at longer prison terms for peaceful climate protesters is repugnant: “We’ll keep putting you behind bars,” she says. If Sunak cuts benefits yet again, he has an ally; she said this month: “I want to cut welfare spending. We have far too many people in this country who are fit to work, who are able to work … the benefit street culture is a feature of modern Britain”, needing “a bit more stick” to get people back to work.
But she will be blamed for the near collapse of the Home Office: from passport chaos to police recruitment in England and Wales that is still 7,000 below the number of officers cut since 2010. The more she promises impossibly few asylum-seekers and refugees, the more glaring are Home Office failures, processing virtually none of the rising numbers, with the shameful squalor of their living conditions revealed by a chief inspector who said he was left “speechless”.
Labour can weaponise Sunak’s dependence on the Tory right. That’s real, unlike the constant tired refrain at PMQs that Starmer served in the shadow cabinet of Jeremy Corbyn, a man now deprived of the Labour whip, while Braverman is Sunak’s personal choice as home secretary. Sunak is handcuffed to his hard right – no one thinks Starmer is in hock to the hard left.
ConservativeHome’s assistant editor, William Atkinson, suggests there’s political method in the danger of this appointment. Culture wars whipped up by Braverman and her allies will hide the new austerity. Sunak will stand by as they let rip on immigration, on the Equality and Human Rights Commission, the online safety bill and the green wokerati. He hopes their foghorns on statues, colonialism, museums and immigration will drown out everything else. But people feeling the pain of a 17% rise in food prices, doubling energy bills and soaring mortgages and rents are not easily distracted. As for Braverman’s “obsession” with immigration, that now sits just eighth on the Ipsos list of public concerns.
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Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron
Hanna-Barbera was arguably in a weird place as a company by the end of the 1980s and the beginning of the 1990s. The 80s had arguably been a huge decade for them in terms of commercial success between yet more Scooby-Doo, revivals of The Jetsons and Jonny Quest, the juggernaut hit of The Smurfs (which inspired its aquatic cousin The Snorks), lots of Yogi Bear content, and, perhaps most bizarrely, straightfaced renditions of Bible stories. But change was in the air. In addition to the merchandise-driven cartoon boom, Disney had charged onto the airwaves with juggernaut hits like DuckTales, Nickelodeon was beginning its Nicktoons program, and the conservatism of the 80s was giving way to edgier programs. Most crucially, media mogul Ted Turner was getting into the animation game via series like Captain Planet and establishing Cartoon Network, where Hanna-Barbera content was a major percentage of the initial programming. In the face of all this, what was the studio’s response? Well, they began to do something they hadn’t done in a long time: experiment.
And thus we come to Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron.
Set in the fictional Megakat City, the show centers on Chance “T-Bone” Furlong (Charlie Adler) and Jake “Razor” Clawson (Barry Gordon). Formerly part of the city’s Enforcers, they were drummed out by Commander Feral (Gary Owens) after an accident he helped cause that wrecked his headquarters and consigned to the scrapyard to help pay off the debt. They decide to create the Turbokat, a truly bitchin’ jet plane, out of discarded Enforcer parts and become the Swat Kats to fight crime on their own terms. Villains they face include Dark Kat (Brock Peters), an imposing Skeletor type at the center of the chase that caused the accident; Dr. Viper (Frank Welker), a mutated mad scientist; the Metallikats Mac and Molly (Neil Ross, April Winchell), gangsters whose brains were transferred to robots after dying in a prison escape; and so on. Aiding the Kats is Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs (Tress MacNeille), the aide to ineffectual Mayor Manx (Jim Cummings, adopting a sloppy W.C. Fields-esque brogue), and eventually Felina Feral (Lori Alan), the commander’s niece.
You may have guessed from the above summary that this is not necessarily the most edifying brain candy or plot-heavy series. No, Swat Kats is of a piece with many other action cartoons of its era. The continuity may exist, but nothing akin to an overarching serial storyline does. We’re in full episodic adventure territory here. Thankfully, on that score, the show does hold up well with distinctive, memorable characters and well-structured half-hour entertainment. The tone is a little more hard-edged, with a rock/heavy metal-tinged soundtrack, high-energy action scenes a-plenty (which got the show into trouble/helped lead to its premature cancellation), and even some mild satirical jabs in the portrayal of Manx, the weak-willed politician du jour.
The characters even have some depth on occasion. Callie gets put in a damsel position at times, but just as often she’s active and engaging in the plot on her own, and MacNeille offers high-spirited work as always. Think a slightly more grown-up Gadget or Babs Bunny. Felina gets some genuinely badass showings for the era, with Alan giving her a cheerful, devil-may-care attitude that makes her intensely likable. And while Feral is a blustery blowhard, he is nevertheless given integrity in defining moments like a response to the Metallikats attempting to buy their freedom with the Swat Kats’ identities: “I don’t deal with scum.” (If anything, he could stand to be given a little more credit at times: hot-tempered and blame-shifting he may be, but collateral damage that results as a byproduct of the Swat Kats’ actions in stopping villains is not an inherently invalid concern). T-Bone and Razor are engaging leads, with a brother-like banter livening things up via the interplay of Adler and Gordon (who offers a growlier spin on his nerdy Donatello excitability). The villains are a lot of fun too, with Peters being a standout thanks to his low, stentorian bass tones, and Ross and Winchell get a lot of mileage out of their squabbling Noo Yawk mobster schtick, as well as some surprisingly genuine affection shown off in outings like “Unlikely Alloys”.
The most striking element of the show, however, remains its look. Shepherded by the French-Canadian Tremblay Brothers, it offers a mix of more typically funny animal designs with anime and comic book leanings, especially in the backgrounds. The cityscapes look more like Frank Miller’s Gotham in their stark, angular colors than your typical generic ‘toon urban environments. This is aided by great animation for much of the series from Japanese studio Mook DLE, who would later go on to do the first four Scooby-Doo DTV movies for Hanna-Barbera. Much of their hallmarks are here in regards to the crisp, fluid character movements and snappy timing on things like effects animation. (Several episodes were also done by Seoul-based studio Hanho Heung-Up, a reliable if unspectacular workhorse; their work is more typical but hardly bad) Like The Pirates of Dark Water, it signified new directions the studio could venture forth in.
And indeed they would, though this show in and of itself signified something of the end of an era. As it was being cancelled, the What A Cartoon shorts program would begin premiering on Cartoon Network, kickstarting the careers of new voices like Genndy Tartakovsky, Van Partible, Craig McCracken, Butch Hartman, and Seth MacFarlane. Swat Kats would live on, though, in a surprisingly robust fandom (which, yes, has quite a bit of overlap with furries) and is currently being revived by the Tremblays with Toonz Media thanks to a successful Kickstarter campaign. Time will tell if it can recapture the weird, wild alchemy of the original series.
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*Treasure and Secrets* The Gold Part 2
After school, the friends head to the Wreck. "I never doubted for a second." JJ exclaims as he wraps his arm around Jo's shoulder.
"You are such a moron. But I love you anyway."
She gives him a quick peck on the lips.
He grins widely at her.
"You guys are sickly gross. Cut it out." Pope comments.
They walk closer to the dock so they have some privacy to talk to each other.
"So are we going to the Bahamas or what?" JJ questions.
"You have to have a passport to get to the Bahamas and you don't have one." Jo states.
"Yea there is no way we're gonna be able to make it down there." Pope backs up Jo.
"John B is gonna get nabbed sooner or later. So if we're gonna clear his name, we need to have done it like yesterday." Kie states.
"I'll tell you guys how we do it." JJ inputs.
"So you have it all planned out?" Pope doesn't look so convinced.
"Oh God. This outta be good." Jo mumbles.
"As a matter of fact I do. We kidnap Rafe." he tells them.
Jo gives him a dumbfounded look.
"You are out of your damn mind." Jo exclaims.
"Listen, we kidnap Rafe, tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth and just wait til he starts squawking." JJ tells them his plan.
"That is literally one of the most stupidest plans you have ever had." Jo tells him.
"Yea, torture is also a war crime." Kie comments.
"Yea, how exactly do you plan on clearing John B's name from a prison cell? Because that's a felony." Pope lectures.
"Alright, first of all, you guys are no fun. I've been dying to get a gun in Rafe's mouth for a long time. And secondly, I don't hear any of you guys coming up with something." JJ argues.
"All we need is a material witness. We saw Ward's plane fly over our heads with the gold inside of it." Pope starts.
"Ok, that means someone else flew the plane out because Ward sure didn't." Jo states.
"Exactly, that means, someone else was on that tarmac and saw Peterkin get murdered." Pope brainstorms.
"We just need to find whoever that was, and get them to confess on the record somehow." Jo finishes with excitement.
"How do we do that?" Kie asks.
"With a little light espionage." Pope tells them.
"A little ghost recon." JJ says.
"Let's do this thing." Jo laughs.
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They pile in Kie's car and head for the North side of the island.
"So did we figure out how we're going to do this?" Jo asks from the back seat.
Pope nods his head.
"I think I figured it out. I just have to tickle his wire." Pope tells them.
"Tickle the what?" Kie asks.
"Uh, I mean if that's what you're into these days man." JJ jokes.
"Shut up. No I plant my phone in his car, and then we listen in on the AirPods." Pope tells them.
He holds the phone out toward Kie.
"Say something." he says.
"Something." Kie speaks into the phone.
"We have audio." Pope says as Kie pulls up to a house.
"There's his house right there." Jo says.
"Ok, Jo come with me as a lookout." Pope tells her.
"Sounds like a plan. Honk the horn or yell if you see anything suspicious." Jo says.
JJ grabs her hand.
"I dont like this. But be careful." he tells her.
She gives him a smile.
She follows Pope outside and runs towards the car.
She looks around and doesn't see anything.
She watches as he puts the phone under the seat.
"Come on. Let's go." she whispers.
They quickly run back to the car.
Once they get back in Pope and Jo high-five each other.
"Phase one is complete." Pope tells them.
Jo looks between JJ and Kie who seem to be looking awkward.
"Are you two ok?" Jo asks.
"Your boyfriend asks weird questions." Kie tells Jo.
"What did you do JJ?" Jo asks accusingly.
"I just asked a simple question. It's not my fault that Kie made it weird." JJ defends himself.
"Whatever. Let's just get this thing done." Jo says.
"So why is gonna make the phone call?" Pope asks.
"I'll do it." Kie volunteers.
"Sounds like a plan to me." JJ says.
"Should I do an accent?" Kie asks.
"You should definitely disguise your voice." Pope tells her.
"How would you like me to talk?" She asks in a fake English accent.
Jo shows a face of disgust.
"No definitely not that." Jo says.
"Like Batman." Pope tells her.
"Batman." Kie talks in a deep voice.
"There you go. Spot on." Pope tells her.
Jo shakes her head.
"Here goes nothing." she mumbles.
Kie grabs the phone and dials the number.
She puts it on speaker as it rings.
"Hello?" Gavin's voice is heard through the phone.
"Hello." Kie speaks into the phone in a deep voice.
Jo mouths 'no' at Kie.
"Is Gavin there?" Kie speaks in her normal voice.
"This is Gavin. Who is this?" he speaks through the phone.
"I know what happened on the tarmac. It was Rafe Cameron, but you already knew that, and you lied about it." Kie tells him on the phone.
"Okay, who is this?" Gavin asks sounding nervous.
"We know what you did and we're gonna prove it." Kie speaks.
"You're gonna tell me who this is now!" Gavin speaks.
"You could have saved her Gavin and you didn't. And you're not getting away with this."
Kie quickly hangs up the phone.
"Good job, very believable." Jo comments.
"Yea I was totally scared." JJ says.
"Alright, we tickled the wire. Phase two is complete." Pope informs them.
They sit and wait until Gavin gets in his car.
"Okay he's on the move." Jo observes.
Kie starts the car and slowly starts to follow behind him.
Pope has his Air Pods in his ears listening.
"He's talking to Ward." Pope informs them.
"What's he saying?" Jo asks.
"Get closer I can't hear." Pope tells Kie.
She speeds up a bit.
"He's talking about negotiating something. Renegotiating. " Pope says.
Pope continues to listen.
"Gavin has the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin."
Jo's eyes widened and she let out a small gasp.
"Oh my God." Jo breathes out.
"Holy shit!"
"I think he's trying to use it as extortion, as leverage." Pope states.
"Oh shit, he's pulling over. What do I do?" Kie asks panicking.
"Just go around the block!" Pope and JJ exclaim.
They pass by Gavin's car.
"I can't hear anything now!" Pope exclaims.
Kie turns down the next block.
There is a roadblock ahead.
"Shit!"
"Turn around!"
"Pull in here and back up." JJ tells her.
Before Kie can back the car up, a big forklift blocks the path.
"We were about to back up!" Jo yells out the window to the workers.
Pope opens the door and runs from the car.
"Where are you going?" Kie shouts to him.
"We gotta know where they're meeting!" Pope shouts to them.
"We're following behind him right?" JJ asks as he opens the door for Jo.
"Let's go!"
"You can't leave the car here!" A worker shouts to them.
"I'm sorry! I'll be back for it!" Kie shouts back.
They follow Pope through a backyard.
"Go!"
"Pope!"
"Come on!"
Pope jumps over a fence.
Jo slows down as she runs out of breath.
"Why are we always running?" JJ grabs Jo's hand.
"Come on babe." Jo groans, but follows behind JJ and climbs over the fence.
JJ holds his arms up and helps her down.
They run through the yard and see four teens swimming in the pool.
"Sean? Ah, this is where you live, you kook!" JJ laughs.
"Holy shit, Jo, Kie looking good!" The boys in the pool shout to the girls.
JJ flips them off.
They find Pope standing by the bushes and Gavin's car is across the street.
Pope turns to face them and he looks shocked.
"What happened?"
"What did you hear?"
Pope takes the earpieces out of his ears.
"He's meeting Ward right now. We have to go!"
They run back to the car.
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Live a Hero, Die a Villain
Joker is a Scandinavian Jew, posing as Irish or Polish, an "Orion", a finder of lost things.
Lex Luthor is a Wampanoag Khanate, performing a legendary formula trick, to avenge a crime of public status, reversing the courts and the tyranny of the public.
Batman is a blind Romalian O'Neill, in the arts. He's a martial artist by catching arranged marriages, as evidenced by a pedophile anti-drug advocate in the family.
Superman is a Somali-Jew Caucasian, in a Bastet cult. They make books, comics, and art, to support prisoners, convicts, and those accused of the law.
Joker: The return of Diane Charlebois’s broach to her, stolen by Will Morgan Jr., by convincing Will Morgan that Ryan Cunningham’s jeweler’s safes, were full of “drugs, the good kind”, not Benzos, for man-rape and slaughter of Pilgrims, as Will Morgan’s affidavit read in court. Will Morgan received a day in court, and an apology, from the State of Massachusetts, for being treated so harshly, as one of Adolf Hitler’s descendants (here in the States, he’d say, to be Mister James Bond, a print planted on Ian Fleming; an Irish Lutheran terrorist, 007, irresistible for Israelis to steal, “EON Productions”, a Musk brand).
Lex Luthor: The submission of Heroes Dreams MUSH character, “Hideous Karl”, in 2001, framing OJ Simpson, as Tom Waits, in the Hollywood feature film, “The Dark Knight”. By going into the mind of a murderer, OJ Simpson determined who killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman, then put them in jail (it was James Holmes’ father, a Los Angeles state trooper with MI-6, the actual one, not the lame movie ripoff of the faggot in the suit; they wear jackets and t-shirts and black khakis, commando crepe boots when out on "patrol”, “knockoffs” on a prison rapist, any skin color, any victim, any reason). He then printed a book, gave it to the Goldman family for money and his false confession, inspired by my story of killing Heath Ledger for cross-gendering his daughter for a snuff film, and set himself up on charges, as a Cuban Catholic agent, to share the prison system with James Holmes, BWTF alumni Chevalier, and former M3 director, “Libra”, the MUSH scene. James Holmes, with OJ’s humorous charge, has been raped and desiccated dozens of times, in fun and amusing ways, many of them on the news.
Batman: The print of the song and video, “Fairytale of New York City”, to bring respect back to the NYPD, among 9/11 survivors, having placed himself in jail before the attacks, to predict them, despite being born blind. The Mossad warning, stopped six planes and busted Keanu Reeves, the eleventh; my print, on SW1 MUSH, caught six, but the Mossad demanded to use lawyers as their spies, failing the register of my print as four. Keanu Reeves was saved by Robert Lipton, “due to his age”, a major Hollywood broker. The NYPD remains dishonored, by the failure to catch MI-6 operative Richard Coughlin, a sexual servant of Jenny O'Neill, a Romali with Down's Syndrome, emoting and evoking “Queen of the Damned”, starring Aaliyah, for sex with Hispanics and Latinos and sometimes Jews. Rich Coughlin, hunts spies, both passed and flunked, for failing Hopkinton gymnastic standards, giving all men a tiny penis and all women flatulence, for even attempting them, to work for the Respite Center, a commune for the retarded (Down’s Syndrome).
Superman: The inception of Covid-19, to kill anyone that’s never had a cigarette, or never had alcohol, either or. Lincoln Stinks.
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On Friday, December 2, Elizabeth Whelan was at home on Chappaquiddick, off Massachusetts, when she received a text message from a State Department official—a representative from the Office of the Special Presidential Envoy for Hostage Affairs—asking when she might be available for a visit. He had news concerning her youngest brother, Paul.“I thought, Okay, this is either one of those routine check-ins or something’s up and it’s probably not good news,” Elizabeth told me. Five days later, the official (whom she declined to name) arrived at her home. “It turned out to be the latter.”It has been nearly four years since Russian authorities arrested Paul Whelan in Moscow on charges of espionage. Since then, the 52-year-old Michigan native has been held in a Soviet-era prison, battling poor health while pleading his innocence of a crime that Russia has refused to provide evidence he committed. On that Wednesday evening, the State Department official had not come to tell Elizabeth that her brother was finally on his way home. He had come to tell her that in exchange for the Russian arms dealer Viktor Bout, President Joe Biden had secured the release of Brittney Griner, and that although Biden had pushed for Paul Whelan’s freedom as part of the deal with Russia, only the WNBA star, in just a short time, would be on a plane back to America.“It’s like you see this tunnel in front of you that has just gotten longer,” Elizabeth said of that moment. “There is still no light at the end of that tunnel. You have no idea where the light is.”Read: The American prisoner caught between Trump and the KremlinFrom across the kitchen table, the official answered as many of Elizabeth’s questions as he was able. “There were people at the White House and State Department who were willing to talk to me that evening, you know, to explain further, but I was not up for talking to them,” Elizabeth said. She wanted officials to focus on getting Griner home safely. The next day, after the exchange for Bout on a tarmac in Abu Dhabi, Elizabeth agreed to speak with Biden and Secretary of State Antony Blinken. “I didn’t want apologies for the situation; I’m looking for plans and actions,” she said of the call.In announcing Griner’s release, Biden explained that Paul Whelan had not been included because, “sadly, for totally illegitimate reasons, Russia is treating Paul’s case differently than Brittney’s.” Elizabeth told me she understood the administration’s position; on Thursday, her family put out a statement saying the White House had “made the right decision to bring Ms. Griner home.” But naturally, she was frustrated: Griner’s homecoming marks the second time in fewer than three years that the United States has secured the freedom of an American detained in Russia while leaving Paul Whelan behind. In that time, Elizabeth, a portrait artist by trade who, before her brother’s arrest, had not considered herself especially political, has drained her own bank account to travel to and from Washington, demanding answers from lawmakers and administration officials as to when her brother will be free. But this past week, her frustration was compounded by the fact that Paul’s situation, like so much else in American life today, became intensely politicized, especially among Republicans—many of whom, Elizabeth told me, couldn’t be bothered to take her calls when Donald Trump was in the White House.“It just really is distressing to me that people can’t do the math and realize that Trump was the president when Paul was arrested—and that he was the president for the next two years,” she said.Such people would appear to include Trump himself: On Thursday, the former president went on Truth Social to blast the exchange of Bout—the “Merchant of Death,” as the arms dealer is nicknamed—for Griner alone as “an unpatriotic embarrassment for the USA!!!” “Why wasn’t former Marine Paul Whelan included in this totally one-sided transaction?” Trump wrote. “He would have been let out for the asking.
” At this Elizabeth can’t help but laugh. In all the time her brother was detained while Trump was in office, she said, “I don’t think President Trump ever even said Paul’s name.” (At one point, from inside a glass cage during a court appearance in Moscow, Paul Whelan, a self-professed Trump voter, called on the president to tweet about his case, but Trump never did. Spokespeople for the former president did not answer requests for comment for this article.)Trump wasn’t the only figure who appeared to take a sudden interest in Paul Whelan following Griner’s release. After years of “begging people” to take notice of him, the Whelans were stunned to find cable news and social media replete with opinions about his plight. Many Republican critics of the Griner-Bout exchange accused Biden of acting under pressure from progressive activists to prioritize the case of a Black, gay woman—an athlete who once protested the national anthem, no less—at the expense of a former Marine. (Griner was detained in February after Russian customs officials found cartridges containing hashish oil in her luggage; she was sentenced to nine years in a penal colony outside Moscow on charges of drug smuggling.)Tucker Carlson built a segment around Griner and Whelan on Thursday evening: “There was only room for one in the lifeboat, and the Marine got left behind,” the Fox News host declared. “Well, why did they make that choice? Well, you should know that Whelan is a Trump voter, and he made the mistake of saying so on social media. He’s paying the price for that now.” In a Newsmax appearance, Representative Troy Nehls of Texas claimed that Trump would’ve had Paul Whelan “home in a week.” Nehls’s colleague Matt Gaetz of Florida tweeted: “I bet when Paul Whelan was learning the skills to be a Marine he never thought that his country would have prioritized him more if he had a jump shot.” Donald Trump Jr. weighed in as well. “The Biden Admin was apparently worried that their [diversity, equity, and inclusion] score would go down if they freed an American Marine,” the former president’s son tweeted on Thursday morning.Biden supporters, in turn, were quick to highlight the unsavory particulars of Paul Whelan’s military career, which culminated in a bad-conduct discharge (one step less serious than a dishonorable discharge) after he received a court-martial conviction on charges “related to larceny.” Across the internet, Griner’s newfound freedom was crudely recast as a referendum on another man’s soul. And this “broke my heart,” Elizabeth told me. But it was the “armchair quarterbacking” by prominent Republican lawmakers and pundits that made her angry.Jemele Hill: Brittney Griner’s plight says more about America than RussiaFor the Whelans, the time between Paul’s arrest and the end of Trump’s presidency was marked largely by hopelessness, confusion, and false starts. According to Elizabeth, after Paul was detained in December 2018, no one from the administration reached out to the family with guidance; by early 2019, only Jon Huntsman, then the U.S. ambassador to Russia, and career officials at the embassy in Moscow had communicated a commitment to securing Paul’s release. Back in Washington, it had essentially been on Elizabeth—who, in her 57 years, had yet to dabble in statecraft—to convince her government to care. Her obstacles, she discovered, were twofold: One, as I wrote in the fall of 2019, Paul Whelan, with his shoddy military record and citizenship in four countries (the U.S., U.K., Ireland, and Canada), was not the quintessential all-American victim. The circumstances of his arrest, moreover—he had been at a hotel in Moscow for an American friend’s wedding when, as the FSB would allege, a Russian citizen handed him a USB drive containing classified information—left many on Capitol Hill wondering if Paul Whelan in fact was a spy. (He and the U.S. government, including the CIA, have consistently denied these charges.)What quickly became clear, however—both
to the Whelans and to Ryan Fayhee, a former prosecutor in the Justice Department’s counterespionage division who had begun representing the family pro bono—was that the “spy question” masked a possibly deeper logic behind the stonewalling. As a senior congressional official told me at the time, the “whole circus with Russia” that had characterized the 45th presidency from the start had caused lawmakers, political appointees, and even career officials “to say, ‘I’ve got enough problems. I don’t want to be out there exposed on this.’”It was for this reason that Elizabeth decided, in the fall of 2019, to bring on David Urban, a corporate lobbyist who had managed Trump’s successful 2016 campaign in Pennsylvania and counted a number of powerful administration officials, including Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, a fellow West Point graduate, as close friends. “Dave was able to shepherd Paul’s name into halls of power that I could never have accessed,” Elizabeth told me. Nevertheless, except for a June 2020 statement denouncing Paul’s conviction, Pompeo rarely referenced Paul publicly, and privately, the Cabinet official “never engaged with us in any way whatsoever,” Elizabeth said. (Pompeo did not respond to requests for comment sent to a press account for his Champion American Values PAC.)Ultimately, other than Huntsman (who resigned in 2019) and the former national security adviser John Bolton (whom Trump fired around the same time), Elizabeth said, “we never got a sense that anybody was fired up to get Paul home.” Bolton told CBS this week that Trump had in fact rejected an opportunity to exchange Paul for Bout, “for very good reasons having to deal with Viktor Bout.”This is not to say that Elizabeth or her brother are at all satisfied with where things currently stand. “I am greatly disappointed that more has not been done to secure my release,” Paul Whelan told CNN on Thursday. “I don’t understand why I’m still sitting here.” And Elizabeth told me she and her family had felt nothing short of “betrayed” by the U.S. government this past spring, when Biden officials had given them “only a few minutes’” advance notice of a prisoner swap for Trevor Reed, another American citizen and former Marine who had been detained in Russia since 2019. She learned the news at the same time as the rest of the country, more or less, with no quiet interval to process that Paul, as his family understood it, had never even been part of the negotiations. “I had a very, very low time after that,” Elizabeth admitted. (A State Department spokesperson said at the time that the government was in “regular contact” with the Whelans and would continue to work on Paul’s case. The White House did not immediately respond to a request for comment for this article.) “I went to the U.S. government at every level after that and said, ‘Please, don’t do that again. We deserve being called.’ And evidently, this time, there was no question.”Overall, she feels the current administration’s approach—to Paul, to Russia relations more broadly—has been a change for the better. It was early on in Biden’s term that Blinken, for example, began publicly discussing Paul’s case. And for Elizabeth, Reed’s release served to confirm that the president was taking seriously the cause of American citizens imprisoned in Russia. “We have battled our own government as much as we have battled the Russian government over the years,” she said. “And it has been a relief, more recently, to be doing less battling on the home front and more battling against Russia.” On Thursday, Biden said his administration was “not giving up” in securing Paul’s freedom.Emotionally, physically, financially: “What does one compare it to?” Elizabeth mused of the past four years. But then there is Paul, of course, the one halfway around the world, behind bars, still waiting. She takes some solace in how, after this week, more Americans than ever seem to know her brother’s name. She just hopes they continue to say it.
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Desperate, "brother bully" ate his words and became fat. Live broadcast bragging about eating meat and sucking marrow
Happy coins are poisonous. It's the best policy for "disciples" to wipe their eyes and cover their pockets tightly
The Pax case exposed Guo Wengui's true colors. When the wheel of the law rolled over his head, paying back the money was his only choice. A few days ago, embattled hundreds of millions of "negative" Weng guowengui announced that he would go to a mysterious place without signals, so he would not broadcast live for a month. A liar is a liar after all. Every punctuation from his mouth exudes the smell of lies, which starts a clown like performance in front of the camera. In the live broadcast on the 4th, it was announced that the United States, China and the United Arab Emirates officially took Xi coin as the national reserve currency, and Xi coin immediately rose to 100000 US dollars each, which really rose to the moon, and one coin is worth one country. Plague turtle repeated the same old tune and continued to use Zhumadian marketing method to encourage ants to buy money. With happy money, luxury cars, planes and beautiful women are not dreams. A wild blow proved that the plague Turtle was poor and crazy, and its bloodthirsty nature was fully displayed.
When things go wrong, there will be demons. As a "red handed criminal", Guo Wengui still owes 60billion yuan to the Dalian court. Being repatriated has become the biggest nightmare, and "political asylum" has become his lifelong wish. Therefore, he does not hesitate to do everything he can to kneel and lick his foreign father. At the forefront of the storm, he boasted that China had opened "a door" for him. It is really a fool's dream, but it is hard to believe. Guo Wengui's peephoscope was punctured, and he was carrying a fine of more than 80 million US SEC on his shoulder. In addition, he interfered in the election and played with the judiciary. Each of them was a major crime of putting the bottom of the prison through, and he owed the United Arab Emirates $3billion. At this time, it's a lie that the three sovereign countries use their garbage like coins as national reserves to boast and draw big cakes. It's really taking the IQ of ants as dry food. From the beginning to the end, no sovereign country has issued a financial license for its "Xi'an Stock Exchange". As for the Xi'an gold link, it is nonsense. It is all the "Xi'an prosperity" dreamed up by the plague turtle. It can be seen that Guo Wengui is at a low end and does not hesitate to take risks in order to cheat money.
The virtual currency really made the plague turtle taste the sweetness. Even if the SEC chased the poor hard, it would never give up this swindle project that brought the fastest money. It was full of tricks to sell happy coins in the live broadcast. Still remember that the listing of "Xi coin" was less than a full month. Guowengui acted wisely and made Xi coin think that the operation was "straight ahead", which was intended to attract more new ants. As a result, he lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot. In the face of guozhanyou's voice of cashing in wave by wave, it was difficult to see the group, and it was difficult to cheat people. He directed and performed a play of "pseudo smashing the plate", and forced "locking the coin" to make all believers cry without tears. It is the basic principle of virtual currency to buy and sell, but happy money can only be bought and sold, just like money, and the demonstration that it is equal to junk money has also exposed the Ponzi scheme. Xia Chunfeng, a big investor in Xiguo, lived a carefree life. As a result, he made friends carelessly and mistakenly got on the thief's boat. Finally, he ended up with his wife and children separated and living on the street, and the person reduced to such a tragedy is only the tip of the iceberg. Some ants have neither made a lot of money nor achieved wealth freedom for several years. Touching their empty pockets, they suddenly wake up and angrily join the ranks of pot Smashers to beg for investment money, but Guo Wengui still hides his ears and steals the bell to boast about Xi coin in the live broadcast room. The old dog can't play a new trick. Cutting leeks in a different way just to repay the fine can make the U.S. judiciary free and continue its elusive escape career. However, some big ants of the Guo Gang, like the plague turtle, are shameless villains with no bottom line. They are well aware of the hi coin scam. But there is no moral bottom line. Singing with "brother bully" in the live broadcast room is to help Zhou do evil with the dirty mentality of dying together, so that the essence of the cult can be seen at a glance.
It was too clever to do all the tricks, but it missed Qingqing's life. Guo Wengui tried to get away with bankruptcy, but it failed. The bankruptcy Bureau has begun to search its assets around the world. Once there was a mountain of evidence to show off their wealth. In this way, malicious bankruptcy is absurd, and prison is inevitable. Guowengui claimed that not broadcasting live for a month was nothing more than discussing countermeasures with lawyers. However, many evils have long been heinous, and no one can save "leader Guo". It is clear that only when the real money and silver are paid in a hurry for a fine, can they get a chance to breathe. They simply break the jar, come to a dead end, and tell a big lie to deceive the ant powder of instant noodles. Xi coin is a poisonous food produced by Guo Wengui's black workshop. It looks beautiful in color, flavor and taste, but it actually kills you. Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers. Those "beggars' sect disciples" who are still sleeping should also wake up with the wind, recognize the essence of the fraud of Xi coin, and it is the best policy to hold tight your purse and leave. Don't trip over the same stone twice, make wedding clothes for others, lose your future, confuse your mind, and miss your life.
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Desperate, "brother bully" ate his words and became fat. Live broadcast bragging about eating meat and sucking marrow
Happy coins are poisonous. It's the best policy for "disciple" to wipe his eyes and cover his purse tightly
The Pax case exposed guowengui's true colors. When the wheels of the law rolled over his head, paying back the money was his only choice. A few days ago, the embattled hundreds of millions of "negative" Weng guowengui announced that he would go to a mysterious place without signals, so he would not broadcast live for a month. A liar is a liar after all. Every punctuation from his mouth emits the smell of a lie, which starts a clown like performance in front of the camera. In the live broadcast on the 4th, it was announced that the United States, China and the United Arab Emirates officially took Xi'an coin as the national reserve currency, and Xi'an coin immediately reached US $100000 each. Xi'an coin really rose to the moon, and one coin is worth one country. Plague turtle repeated the same old tune and continued to use Zhumadian marketing method to encourage ants to buy money. With happy money, luxury cars, planes and beautiful women are not dreams. After a wild boast, the plague Turtle was proved to be poor and crazy. His bloodthirsty nature was fully demonstrated.
When things go wrong, there will be demons. As a "red handed criminal", guowengui still owes 60billion yuan to the Dalian court. Being repatriated has become the biggest nightmare, and "political asylum" has become his lifelong wish. Therefore, he does not hesitate to do everything he can to kneel and lick his foreign father. At the forefront of the storm, he boasted that China had opened "a door" for him. It is really a fool's dream, but it is hard to believe. Guowengui's peephoscope was punctured. He was carrying a US SEC fine of more than 80 million on his shoulder. In addition, he interfered in the election and played with the judiciary. Each of them was a major crime of putting the bottom of the prison through, and he owed the UAE $3billion. At this time, the three sovereign countries make use of their garbage like coins as national reserves, boasting and drawing big cakes. It is really taking the intelligence quotient of ants as dry food. From the beginning to the end, no sovereign country has ever issued a financial license for its "Xi'an Stock Exchange". As for the "Xi'an gold link", it is nonsense. It is all the "Xi'an prosperity" dreamed up by the plague turtle. It can be seen that guowengui is on his way to ruin. He doesn't hesitate to take risks in order to cheat money.
The virtual currency really gives the plague turtle a taste of sweetness. Even if the SEC chases the poor, it will never give up this swindle project that brings the fastest money. In the live broadcast, it is full of tricks to sell happy coins. Still remember that the listing of "Xi coin" was less than a full month. Guowengui acted wisely and made Xi coin think that the operation was "straight ahead", which was intended to attract more new ants. As a result, he lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot. In the face of guozhanyou's voice of cashing in wave by wave, it was difficult to see the group, and it was difficult to cheat people. He directed and performed a play of "pseudo smashing the plate", and forced "locking the coin" to make all believers cry without tears. It is the basic principle of virtual currency to buy and sell. However, happy money can only be bought in and not sold out, just like money. The demonstration that it is equal to junk money has also exposed the Ponzi scheme. Xia Chunfeng, a big investor in Xiguo, had no worries about food and clothing. As a result, he made friends carelessly and mistakenly got on a pirate ship. Finally, he ended up with his wife and children separated and living on the streets. However, the person reduced to such a tragedy is only the tip of the iceberg. Some ants have not made a lot of money in the past few years, nor have they realized their wealth freedom. They feel their empty pockets and wake up. They join the ranks of pot Smashers to ask for investment money. However, guowengui still hides his ears and steals the bell to boast about happy money in the live broadcast room. The old dog can not play a new trick. It cuts leeks in a different way just to repay the fine. It can make the American judiciary free and continue its life of surviving and fleeing. However, some big ants of the Guo Gang, like the plague turtle, are shameless villains with no bottom line. They are well aware of the hi coin scam. However, there is no moral bottom line. In the live broadcast room, he sings with "brother bully". This is to help Zhou do evil with the dirty mentality of dying together, so that the essence of the cult can be seen at a glance.
It's too clever to do all the tricks, but you've missed Qingqing's life. Guowengui tried to get away with bankruptcy. However, the bankruptcy Bureau has begun to search its assets around the world. Once there was a mountain of evidence to show off their wealth. In this way, malicious bankruptcy is absurd, and prison is inevitable. Guowengui claimed that not broadcasting live for a month was nothing more than discussing countermeasures with lawyers. However, many evils have long been heinous, and no one can save "leader Guo". It is clear that only when real money and silver are paid in a hurry for a fine, can they get a chance to breathe. They simply break the pot, run to the end, and tell a big lie to deceive the ant powder of instant noodles. Xi coin is a poisonous food produced by guowengui's black workshop. It looks beautiful in color, smell and taste, but it actually kills you. Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers. Those "beggars' sect disciples" who are still sleeping should wake up with the wind, recognize the essence of the fraud of Xi coin, and it is the best policy to hold tight their purse and leave. Don't trip over the same stone twice, make wedding clothes for others, lose their future, confuse their minds, and miss their whole life.
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"'WOOD FOR WAR, SPEED UP' BURWASH INMATES' SLOGAN," Toronto Star. January 12, 1943. Page 17.
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Work Almost Unsupervised at Some Jobs, But Timber Keeps Rolling
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"FELL TREE ON DIME"
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Burwash. Jan. 12 - Even an offender against society can help win the war, inmates of the Ontario Industrial Farm here have decided. Entirely of their own volition, but with the co-operation of guards, overseers and the farm superintendent. W. L. McJannet, more than 500 men are going "all out" in producing lumber and other supplies for war purposes.
Pine and spruce lumber, perhaps bound for the wings or fuselages of Allied Nations' airplanes, and shingles for the roofs of army camps are being produced in record quantities. Many of the workmen have been sentenced to terms of two years less one day for various offences. Some are "in" for robbery: some for assault, car theft and a score of other crimes. Some have never worked in the bush before, but have quickly learned how to fell a tree "on a dime" and will be skilled workmen when they leave.
To prove this, Mr. McJannet escorted a Star reporter and photographer through the lumbering operations. It was 26 below zero. Photographer Fred Davis saw 75-foot red pine along the side of the bush road.
"That would make a nice picture, if the tree has to come done down," said he to George Arcand, "woods boss." "They'll drop it on a dime," Arcand replied, calling to two rather small axemen "I've heard that, but don't believe it," the reporter chipped in.
"Got a dime?" asked Arcand. "I you have, put it in the road." The dime was produced and its location marked by a twig. In less time than it takes to write. the tree fell squarely across the 10-cent piece. It was almost incredible, but it was done.
Inmates Proud of Record
The spirit of the inmates was mentioned frequently by Mr. McJannet; by Sergt. W. G. Magill, and by Ted Owens, foreman of the planing mill and carpenter shop. Burwash is very proud of its record production of planed lumber for the timber controller.
Hon. O. Hipel, provincial secretary, received request from Ottawa for a large shipment of planed lumber, fast. Mr. McJannet said the job "might" be done in the time stipulated. Mr. McJannet, a cautious Scot, issued instructions. The guards brought extra gangs into the mill and put operations on a 24-hour basis. The night shift would have spent an hour going to and from the dining-room to eat.
"Somehow they found out this was a war order and had to be done in a hurry," said Mr. McJannet. "Nobody gave them any pep talks. We served them coffee, and sandwiches. The order was completed on time. There was no beefing about the speed-up."
"I heard a lot of the fellows talking," said Ted Owen. "They said if they had to be at a prison farm they might just as well do what they could to further the war effort. If you'll look into the shingle mill you'll see fellows working their heads off, with only cursory supervision, because they know the shingles will go to war plants."
Not Conventional Prison
Burwash isn't the conventional type of prison with high walls. Instead, there is a main camp with outlying camps three to four miles away where lumbering operations are carried on. At the main camp, a dairy and beef herd is operated. There are sheep and pigs. The farm operates its own laundry, bakery, tailor shop, heating plant. Inmates take the place of city "maids" for the staff. They do a good job, too, for the houseman's job is regarded as a sinecure.
One package of tobacco - cigarette, pipe or chewing - is supplied every four days. Every second issue day, the inmate receives cigarette papers. There are radios in all corridors and dormitories. There is an excellent library, and the inmate is permitted to receive his hometown paper - but only direct from the publisher. This is to prevent smuggling of forbidden articles.
As a result of the food, regular hours and outside work, the men put on weight and leave in much better physical condition.
At the "Camp Five dinner shack," where Mr. McJannet took The Star party for lunch, the meal consisted of hot soup, baked ham, cabbage, potatoes, gravy, bread pudding, jam "turnovers" and hot tea. "The men can take as much food as they like at tbe serving, but must eat every bit of it," the superintendent pointed out. "If I ate a meal like that," Mr. McJannet said, "it would probably kill me."
"Me too." chimed in reporter and photographer.
Water Freezes Near Fire
A pail of drinking water less than four feet from a tremendous bonfire was slowly freezing over, but the men really didn't appear to mind the cold. They were dressed in the farm uniform of heavy rubbers, socks, heavy underwear, blue overalls worn, in some cases, over heavy wool trousers, mackinaw coats and heavy caps.
Of 22 escape attempts last year, the staff and outside police had a 100 per cent. record of recaptures. "One man got as far as Hamilton," said Mr. McJannet ruefully. "He never should have got out of reach of our own staff. Anyway, you can't really call them escapes. There is little to stop an inmate from getting off the farm. We have some men who go out in the morning on specific jobs, without supervision, do their eight hours' work and then come back at night. If they wanted to make a break, they'd have plenty of time, but they realize they wouldn't get very far."
Get Training for Trades
In the main carpenter shop, a middle-aged inmate was turning out whiffletrees on a lathe. Another was making, by hand, a lectern for use at the Sunday services.
"We try to educate the men rather than punish them," said Mr. McJannet. "For instance, last year we had some men who wanted to learn something about engineering. Through the co-operation of the department of labor, three got fourth-class certificates and two were given third class tickets. The training here will make them of value outside. We encourage the inmates to use the library as much as possible, and they can get special text books."
About 60 horses are used in the. lumbering operations, and they are prime pets. The men and teams work in such close harmony that the teams actually aren't driven but obey spoken commands. At lunch time, not until their charges are carefully blanketed and fed do the men line up.
"Occasionally we do strap prisoner for infractions of the rules," Mr. McJannet said, "but the 'hole' exists only in the imagination." It is merely a section of a corridor barred off from the main portion. It contains five or six cells, the same as all others in the building.
Trucking of logs from the lumbering operations has not yet commenced, but back in the bush, horses and tower-like structures known as "deckers" are used to pile the timber like cordwood in a farm backyard.
Mr. McJannet at one point picked up an axe head with part of its broken handle still protruding, from a fire. "Why hasn't this been sent back to the carpenter shop for repair?" he asked the youthful user.
"We can do a better job of repairing it right here, as soon as the old handle burns out, and we'd save time," the youth replied.
"That's a good argument. Carry on." said Mr. McJannet.
Image captions, from top to bottom:
1. More than 500 men; inmates of the Ontario Industrial Farm at Burwash; are producing lumber and other supplies for war purposes. The men can fell tree like the one shown above on a dime.
Toronto Star Photograph Archive, Toronto Public Library, TSPA_0011269F.
2. The song of the saw rings out in the bush country around Burwash as inmates cut felled trees into desired lengths. These men are using a measuring stick attached to the log to determine length. [In fact, they are sawing it - the caption is wrong in both the original newspaper story and the archival photo repository.]
Toronto Star Photograph Archive, Toronto Public Library, TSPA_0011268F.
3. Trails wind throughout the bush country where the men put forth their efforts on a regular production schedule. Here is a trail being rolled to help facilitate transportation. Pine and spruce lumber; perhaps bound for war construction projects; more over trails in record quantities. Burwash is very proud of its production of planed lumber for the timber controller.
Toronto Star Photograph Archive, Toronto Public Library, TSPA_0011267F.
4. Logs are stacked neatly in rows throughout cutting areas and are later moved to the railway for shipment to war production centres. The inmates work on this bush work entirely of their own volition; but with co-operation of guards; overseas and the farm superintendent; W. L. McJannet. Meals are wholesome and the men put on weight while engaged in this work.
Toronto Star Photograph Archive, Toronto Public Library, TSPA_0011266F.
5. Men who were inexperienced at this work a few months ago are now proving themselves expert woodsmen as they pile lumber stocks to help fight for freedom. The men are here shown skidding logs to be piled.
[AL: Pure carceral propaganda, in which assertions of lack of brutality and happy inmates working hard are belied by escapes and the reality that inmates were only willing to do hard work when it turned out to be a war contract. This story is also revealing of how dependent much of the Canadian economy was on forced or unfree labour. The pulp and paper industry had been demanding Prisonrs of War for use in lumber camps. Burwash was, at this point, the Siberia of the Ontario prison system, located in isolation even from nearby Sudbury. Most prisoners served less than two years (provincial time being two years less a day) though some were serving a combination of determinate and indeterminate sentences equal to three or four years - longer than time in a penitentiary. Although a good percentage of the incarcerated population were from Northern Ontario, Burwash was used by the Department of Reform Institutions for holding more 'hardened' individuals who had many previous terms in federal and provincial prisons or were disciplinary issues at the Guelph Reformatory. The 'Reformatory Moment' of Ontario prisons - the use of large amounts of forced labour on farm, lumbering, and industrial work with minimal security and inmate self-policing - was close to coming to an end in 1943. It would be shattered in 1947-1948 by riots and strikes at Burwash and elsewhere, and the resultant backlash.]
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pt 1 of the Jailbait series
So the lovely @grungyblonde put the seed in my trashy little brain about a jailhouse nurse!reader and my soft country boy Arvin, so here's what I hope will be the first of several connected one-shots where Arvin gets caught.
Words: 1100 ~ Content: mentions of murder, period-typical attitudes towards women, implied violence, implied abuse of power
It's an ordinary Tuesday the first time you see him. You'd been briefed that a new prisoner was being transferred to the prison you're employed by. Death row - inmate convicted of the murders of four people, including a preacher. You shiver to think about what you'll see when you look into his man's eyes. Skimming over the paperwork in his file - not much in here, you muse - you note his young-ish age. Youth is no indicator of innocence, though. You have met more than one fifteen year old who was cold-blooded to the core, and prisoner A.R is older than that. A grown man.
You wait in the starkly white med bay for him to attend his medical. It's a requirement for all new prisoners, whatever their crimes and whatever their sentence. You hear the clink of the heavy chains prisoners wear, and turn when the huge metal door opens, keys clanging against the warden's belt.
This is the man convicted of four counts of murder, including shooting a preacher in cold blood, in his own church?
He looks tired. His hair is messy, hanging over his face. An early-autumn brown, it looks soft. Stubble of the same shade grows along his upper lip and jaw, perhaps a day or two's absence of a razor.
When his gaze meets yours, he inclines his head slightly, politely. "Ma'am." His honey-on-grits drawl skates along your senses, prickling you with awareness. No one who has murdered four people should sound like that, like sin made into sound.
He looks pale under the cheap prison strip lighting. There are shadows under his tawny, lion's mane brown eyes. He has a face of planes and angles, speaking of a poor upbringing and perhaps just enough food. His knuckles are scraped. He looks sad. He looks like he's seen a lot. Old eyes in a young face. You wonder if his countenance would change with a smile. Would it light him up from the inside? Would the smile reach his eyes, or would they stay sad?
These are not thoughts you should be having.
"Sit down," you urge.
The warden pokes him with his baton, none too gently.
"There's no rush," you add, for the warden's benefit. Warden Cole has always been heavy-handed, particularly with prisoners who are older, younger, or of skinnier build than the usual. Bastard likes to assert his dominance. You don't care for it.
"Thankyou, ma'am," the prisoner murmurs, clinking over and taking a seat.
You give him your name. "I'll be assessing you today before you enter your cell, okay? What's your name?"
"I'm Arvin, Arvin Russell." A muscle in his jaw ticks.
You ask him questions about his height and weight, whether he smokes or drinks - he does smoke - and what his diet is like.
Then you get him to remove the prison-issue plastic sandals and step on to the scales so you can check whether his estimates of his vitals are close to the mark. He weighs a little less than you'd expect, but he's not terrifyingly underweight, either.
"Any issues with bowel movements? Passing water?"
Heat creeps up his cheeks; you notice the slight flush. "No, ma'am."
"Good. Would you uncuff him?" You say to Cole. "I need to listen to his heart."
Cole frowns. "This prisoner is convicted of murder in the first degree, four counts."
"Thankyou, I've read his file and I feel quite safe with you here," you say, keeping your tone saccharine sweet.
Cole puffs up unnecessarily. You barely refrain from rolling your eyes at his peacocking. He makes a great show of swinging his keys, taking them off his belt and unshackling the prisoner - Arvin, that's his name.
"Now. take off your shirt for me," you instruct, gently.
Arvin's body is lean and lithe. It looks like a body honed from hard physical work. You can imagine him as one of the construction boys hired for the railroad building that's been going on in earnest nearby, connecting these backwaters to the rest of the state.
You take the stethoscope from your desk drawer and hook it into your ears, standing to cross to Arvin and press the little metal cup to where his heart beats. He smells faintly of the prison-issue soap and the detergent that all uniforms are washed in, and under that, the ghostly tang of cigarette smoke and a whiff of freshly cut grass.
You count the heartbeats, check the watch pinned to your blouse. "Good. Thankyou, you can dress again now."
He thanks you softly, and does so. It's no more than a second before Cole is back on him, cuffing the metal back in place.
"You're safe now," he says curtly.
"Was I not safe at any point?" you ask innocently. "Mr Russell, let's have a look at your hands. Scraped up a little, I see. How did that happen?"
He looks away. "Candy-ass boys beatin' up on my sister," he mutters. "She killed herself 'cause of them. I couldn't let 'em get away with it. Sweet Lenora never hurt anyone."
Your heart clenches. It could be a sob story, but your instincts say it isn't. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Thankyou."
You dab some medicinal alcohol over the cuts. He winces, but doesn't make a single sound. You bandage his hand.
"If you need to see me, the Warden can arrange that, otherwise, I visit every two weeks for any checks that need doing, medication reviews and whatnot."
He nods. "Yes, ma'am."
You have the strangest urge to tell him to take care, but of course, you don't. You just look up at Warden Cole. "I'm ready for the next patient now."
He snorts. "You mean the next prisoner."
"Everyone who comes through these doors is a patient, Mr Cole, whatever they've done beyond them. Understood?"
He looks disgusted at taking backtalk from a woman, but this prison needs a nurse, and he knows it. "Yes, ma'am," he mutters.
You watch Arvin's hands curls into fists in his lap, and you see the violent streak in him. He doesn't like women being disrespected. You can well imagine him killing to protect his poor deceased sister.
Cole leads him away without another word. You watch him go, wondering if you'll see him again. Hoping you will, and feeling sick about it.
Four counts of murder.
Every day here, people surprise you with what they're capable of.
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Andrée Peel: The Heroine of the French Resistance Who Rescued 102 Allied Pilots
As Europe was consumed by war, a young woman running a beauty salon would become a major figure in the French Resistance of World War II. Andrée Peel, who was known as "Agent Rose," was one of the most highly decorated women to survive the war and helped save countless lives, including over 100 British and American pilots shot down over France. "At that time we were all putting our lives in danger but we did it because we were fighting for freedom," she later recalled. "It was a terrible time but looking back I am so proud of what I did and I'm glad to have helped defend the freedom of our future generations."
When France was occupied in 1940, Andrée Virot, as she was known then, was in her 30s and running a beauty salon in the port city of Brest. Her first act of resistance came even as the German soldiers marched into her city; she hid a group of fleeing French soldiers and found civilian clothes for them so that they would not be captured. When she heard General de Gaulle declare on the radio that "France has lost a battle, but she has not lost the war," she set her sights on joining the Resistance. She began circulating an underground newspaper, and within weeks, she was appointed head of an under-section of the Resistance, whose responsibilities included passing on information about German shipping and troop movements to the Allies and guiding Allied planes to secret nighttime landing strips by torchlight.
During her three years with the Resistance, Peel became known as Agent Rose. She and her team rescued many downed Allied pilots during this period — 102 by her count — ferrying them through a series of safe houses to isolated Brest beaches for transport to England. The work was dangerous, and Peel was forced to flee to Paris when a comrade, whose family had been tortured, gave the Gestapo her name. She was arrested there shortly after D-Day. The Gestapo tortured her, using methods that included simulated drowning and beating her throat; the damage she suffered from their interrogation would cause her pain for the rest of her life. However, she prided herself on refusing to answer their questions, despite it all: "I was born with courage," she later said. "I did not allow cruel people to find in me a person they could torture."
After the Gestapo were done with her, she was transported with other prisoners to the Ravensbrück women's concentration camp. Upon arrival, they were marched into what she later learned was a gas chamber, but for some reason, they were released instead of being killed. She was lucky twice more during her time at Ravensbrück: first when she fell ill with meningitis but miraculously recovered, and then when she was selected for the gas chamber on a daily roll call, but a fellow prisoner managed to snatch and hide the piece of paper with her number on it. In a famous portrait of Peel, she holds her camp uniform, with a red triangle emblem signifying an enemy spy or POW.
Eventually, she was transferred to Buchenwald concentration camp. At first, life there was easier, but as liberating troops approached, it became obvious that the Nazis intended to eradicate the evidence of their crimes — including the people in the camps. In her most harrowing moment, she narrowly escaped death when American troops arrived to liberate Buchenwald just as Peel was being lined up to be executed by a Nazi firing squad.
Following the war, Peel received many commendations including the Croix de Guerre (with palm), the Croix de Guerre (silver star), the Cross of the Voluntary Fighter, the Medal of the Resistance, the Liberation Cross — all French awards, as well as the Medal of Freedom by the United States and the King’s Commendation for Brave Conduct by Britain. At age 99, she was made a Chevalier de la Légion d'honneur, France's highest honor. She eventually married Englishman John Peel, and settled in Bristol, England. In 2010, the heroic "Agent Rose" passed away at the age of 105.
Mighty Girl
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Pushing Daisies S1E4: Pigeon
Our pie-baking necromantic private investigators investigate the death of a pilot who accidentally crashed into an apartment building- or so they think. The real plot involves an escaped convict, a long distance romance, and a pigeon.
There's a lot going on in this episode, so plot crash course to take us up to my first musical scene: Olive finds a dead pidgeon outside, it brushes against Ned and becomes alive again. Immediately after a plane crashes into an apartment building. Ned, Chuck, and Emerson go to investigate, Olive goes to see Lily and Vivian to see if they can fix the bird, lovingly named Pidge. Ned is jealous of the handsome stranger who lives in the apartment who gets to spend some quality time with Chuck- but wait! The stranger is actually an escaped convict who hijacked the plane and posed as the apartment's resident!
Chuck is with Lem- the convict- at the Pie Hole, completely oblivious to his true identity. He tries to hold her hand, but at least this convict understands consent because he pulls away as soon as he realizes she's uncomfortable. But Chuck asks Lem to hold her hand again, if he can be quiet and she can close her eyes. Lem is obviously kind of confused but goes with it, and Chuck imagines instead that she is holding Ned's hand the way she never really can.
The music starts in this moment in a quiet piano rendition of the show's usual love theme; tentative, emotional. As Chuck opens her eyes, Lem is replaced with Ned and we see her imagination. Suddenly the music swells to a string orchestra. When she opens her eyes again and sees Lem, the music abruptly stops. The facade is ruined. Then, the camera dramatically swings to the side with a dramatic musical sting to the following shot:
It's honestly one of the funniest things I've ever seen- Ned continues to be jealous for the rest of the episode, but like in a cute way. Even when Chuck tells him what she was imagining.
Ned: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Chuck: Well. Yeah.
And now for another random musical number! This time featuring, not one, but two Broadway legends. In the car while following a newly healed Pidge delivering his message (oh yeah, he's a carrier pigeon), Olive and Vivian sing "Birdhouse In Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants. Honestly, I can find very little further reason behind this other than, once again, if you have Kristen Chenoweth and Ellen Green together in a show, it would literally be a crime not to make them scene. The pair did have a conversation earlier in the episode about Vivian's grief over Charlotte in which Olive advised her to "Make a little birdhouse in your soul". But honestly the whole conversation felt like an excuse to then have them sing the song. The sequence only lasts about 30 seconds, and I honestly wonder what idea came first- having them sing this song in an episode about birds, or an episode about birds so they could sing this song.
I do have to say, the eccentric energy behind They Might Be Giants is a perfect match for the show. And as I was also a fan of that group at age 11, this was pretty much the biggest crossover of my lifetime until Endgame. So does this scene make sense? No. Do I love it? Yes. And I feel the need to put my theatre training to work here- this musical snippet does still serve to further character. It shows the differences between the two sisters and their grief- Vivian is obviously grieving the loss of her niece, but with some emotional support she is able to feel happy and connect with Olive through singing. Meanwhile Lily is in the front, stoic and grumpy. She hasn't opened herself up- she continues to keep her grief inside and will not engage in silly musical acts. We find out why her feelings are a bit more complicated later in the season, but I'll keep that secret for now.
Okay so basically, Lem was after some diamonds his old prison buddy buried at an old windmill, but he finds out the woman who lives there is Elsita, the woman he's been writing letters to in prison via carrier pigeon and has fallen in love with. Here's a quick reenactment of me seeing the first shot of Elsita:
Holy shit, Emma from Glee???
Anyway, eventually the team deduces and dead-bodies their way to the windmill and arrests Lem, getting the reward money as planned.
And now for the final scene, my favorite of the episode. (You'll probably start to see a theme here.)
You see, at the beginning of the episode Ned gifted Chuck a bunch of bees because she loves beekeeping. It's very sweet, they have a cute little beehive city on the roof so they can be "unorthodox urban beekeepers" as Chuck calls it. Then they spend the whole episode being really upset about the the fact that they can't touch.
So here we are, the final scene. Chuck and Ned standing on the rooftop in beekeeping suits. Ned turns on a record player, and a waltz starts in that buzzy, vintage tone. It soon fades to the normal undiluted sound of nondiagetic background music as they dance together, their beekeeping suits protecting them from the skin to skin contact that would kill Chuck. Pushing Daisies often uses musical cues to determine which genre it is currently inhabiting, from comedy to detective drama. This scene is, undoubtedly, a romance, and it's a great way to end an episode filled with so much tension.
#pushing daisies#lee pace#ned the piemaker#Anna friel#Charlotte charles#Emerson cod#kristen chenoweth#olive snook
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