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When it comes to the idea of casting for historical accuracy in period pieces I think my favorite approach was Spartacus where they just went “Yes Pana Hema Taylor is Māori, yes he’s in Ancient Rome, it’s fine don’t worry about it he has a sword and a boyfriend, the air conditioning is on and his favorite music is playing”
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If/when they make a Joe/Nicky prequel movie, what are some of the Dos and Don’ts for them, with regards to historical accuracy. Like, what do you think they should include, and what do you think they should avoid?
Oof. This is a GREAT question, and also designed to give me a chance to ramble on in a deeply, deeply self-indulgent fashion. That is now what will proceed to happen. Consider yourself warned. So if they were miraculously to be like “well that qqueenofhades person on tumblr seems like she knows what she’s talking about, let’s hire her to consult on this production!”, here are some of the things I would tell them.
First off, a question I have in fact asked my students when teaching the crusades in class is whether you could actually show the sack of Jerusalem on screen. Like... if you’re making a film about the First Crusade, what kind of choices are you going to make? What narrative viewpoint are you going to uphold throughout the story? Are you actually going to show a slaughter of Muslim and Jewish inhabitants that some chroniclers described as causing enough blood to reach up to the knees of horses? (Whether it actually did this is beside the point; the point is that the sack went far beyond the accepted conventions of warfare and struck everybody involved in it as particularly horrific.) Because when you’re making a film about the crusades, you are also making it by nature for a modern audience that has particular understandings of Christian/Muslim conflict, religious warfare and/or tolerance, the War on Terror, the modern clash over ISIS, Trump’s Muslim ban, and so forth. The list goes on and on. So you’re never making a straight, unbiased historical adaptation, even if you’re going off the text of primary sources. You’re still constructing it and presenting it in a deliberate and curated fashion, and you can bet that whichever way you come down, your audience will pick up on that.
Let’s take the most recent example of a high-profile crusades film: Kingdom of Heaven from 2005. I’ve written a book chapter on how the narrative choices of KoH, aside from its extensive fictionalization of its subject matter to start with, make it crystal clear that it is a film made by a well-meaning Western liberal filmmaker (Ridley Scott) four years after 9/11 and two years after the invasion of Iraq, when the sympathy from 9/11 was wearing off and everyone saw America/Great Britain and the Bush/Blair coalition overreaching itself in yet another arrogant imperial adventure into the Middle East. Depending on how old you are, you may or may not remember the fact that Bush explicitly called the War on Terror a “crusade” at the start, and then was quickly forced to walk it back once it alarmed his European allies (yes, back then, as bad as America was, it still did have those) with its intellectual baggage. They KNEW exactly what images and tropes they were invoking. It is also partly why medieval crusade studies EXPLODED in popularity after 9/11. Everyone recognized that these two things had something to do with each other, or they made the connection somehow. So anyone watching KoH in 2005 wasn’t really watching a crusades film (it is set in the late 1180s and dramatizes the surrender of Jerusalem to Saladin) so much as a fictional film about the crusades made for an audience explicitly IN 2005. I have TONS to say on this subject (indeed, if you want a copy of my book chapter, DM me and I’ll be happy to send it.)
Ridley Scott basically sets it up as the Christian and Muslim secular leaders themselves aren’t evil, it’s all the religious fanatics (who are all made Templars, including Guy de Lusignan, going back to the “evil Templar” trope started by Sir Walter Scott and which we are all so very familiar with from Dan Brown and company). Orlando Bloom’s character shares a name (Balian de Ibelin) but very little else with the eponymous real-life crusader baron. One thing Scott did do very well was casting an actual and well-respected Syrian actor (Ghassan Massoud) to play Saladin and depicting him in essential fidelity to the historical figure’s reputed traits of justice, fairness, and mercy (there’s some article by a journalist who watched the film in Beirut with a Muslim audience and they LOVED the KoH Saladin). I do give him props for this, rather than making the Evil Muslim into the stock antagonist. However, Orlando Bloom’s Balian is redeemed from the religious extremist violence of the Templars (shorthand for all genuinely religious crusaders) by essentially being an atheistic/agnostic secular humanist who wants everyone to get along. As I said, this is a film about the invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq made three years after 9/11 more than anything else, and you can really see that.
That said, enough about KoH, back to this presumable Joe/Nicky backstory. You would obviously run into the fact that it’s SUPER difficult to make a film about the crusades without offending SOMEBODY. The urge to paint in broad strokes and make it all about the evil Westerners invading is one route, but it would weaken the moral complexity of the story and would probably make it come off as pandering to guilty white liberal consciences. Are we gonna touch on the many decades of proto-crusading ventures in Iberia, Sicily, North Africa, and other places, and how the eleventh century, especially under Pope Gregory VII, made it even thinkable for a Christian to be a holy warrior in the first place? (It was NOT normal beforehand.) How are we going to avoid the “lololol all religion sucks and makes people do crazy things” axe to grind favoured by So Very Smart (tm) internet atheists? Yes, we have to demonstrate the ultimate horror of the crusade and the flawed premises it was based on, but we can’t do that by just showing the dirty, religiously zealot medieval people doing that because they don’t know any better and are being cynically manipulated in God’s Name. In other words (and the original TOG film did this very well) we can’t position ourselves to laugh at or mock the crusader characters or feel confident in looking down on them for being Dumb Zealots. They have to be relatable enough that we realize we could BE (and in fact already ARE) them, and THEN you slide into the horror and what compels them to do those kinds of things, and THAT’S when it hits. Because take a look at the news. This is happening around us right now.
Obviously, as I was doing in my First Crusade chapter in DVLA, a lot of this also has to spend time centering the Muslim point of view, the way they reacted to the crusade, the ways in which Yusuf as an Isma’ili Shia Muslim (Kaysani is the name of a branch of Isma’ili Shi’ites, he has a definite historical context and family lineage, and hence is almost surely, as I wrote him, a Fatimid from Egypt) is likewise not just A Stock Muslim. In this case, obviously: Get actual Muslims on the set to advise about the details. Don’t make stupid and/or obvious mistakes. Don’t necessarily make the Muslims less faithful or less virtuous than the Christians (even if this is supposed to praise them as being “less fanatic” than those bad religious Catholics). Don’t tokenize or trivialize their reaction to something as horrific as the sack of Jerusalem, and don’t just use dead brown bodies as graphic visual porn for cheap emotional points. Likewise, it goes without saying, and I don’t think they would anyway, but OH MY GOD DON’T MAKE THIS INTO GAME OF THRONES GRIMDARK!!!! OH MY GOD!!! THERE IS BEAUTY AND THERE IS LIGHT AND THERE IS POETRY AND THAT’S WHY IT HURTS SO MUCH WHEN IT’S DESTROYED! AND THE CHOICES THAT PEOPLE MAKE TO DESTROY THOSE THINGS HAVE TO BE TERRIFYINGLY PLAUSIBLE AND FAMILIAR, BECAUSE OH MY GOD!!
Next, re: Nicolo. Evidently he is a priest or a former priest or something of the sort in the graphic novel, which becomes a bit of a problem if we want him to actually FIGHT in the crusades for important and/or shallow and/or OTP purposes. (I don’t know if they address this somehow or Greg Rucka is not a medieval historian or whatever, but never mind.) It was a Major Thing that priests could not carry weapons, at least and especially bladed weapons. (In the Bayeux Tapestry, we have Odo, the bishop of Bayeux, fighting at the battle of Hastings with a truncheon because he’s a clergyman and can’t have a sword). They were super not supposed to shed blood, and a broadsword (such as the type that Nicky has and carries and is clearly very familiar with) is a knight’s weapon, not a clergyman’s. The thing about priests was that they were not supposed to get their hands dirty with physical warfare; they could (and often did) accompany crusade armies, bishops were secular overlords and important landholders, monks and hermits and other religious preachers were obviously part of a religious expedition, and yes, occasionally some priests would break the rules and fight in battle. But this was an exception FAR more than the rule. So if we’re going by accuracy, we have Nicky as a priest who doesn’t actively fight and doesn’t have a sword, we have him as a rule-breaking priest with a sword (which would have to be addressed, and the Templars, who were basically armed monks, weren’t founded until 1119 so he can’t be one of those yet if this is still 1099) or we just skip the priest part and have him as a crusader with a sword like any other soldier. If he was in fact a priest, he also wouldn’t be up to the same standard of sending into battle. Boys, especially younger sons of the nobility, often entered the church at relatively early ages (12 or 13), where it was treated as a career, and hence they stopped training in arms. So if Nicky is actually out there fighting and/or getting killed by Yusuf several times for Important Purposes, he’s... almost surely not a priest.
Iirc, they’ve already changed a few things from the graphic novel (I haven’t read it, but this is what I’ve heard) so they can also tweak things to make a new backstory or a hybrid-new backstory in film-verse. So once we’ve done all the above, we still have to decide how to handle the actual sack of Jerusalem and massacre of its inhabitants, the balance between violence comparable to the original TOG film and stopping short of being exploitative (which I think they would do well), and the aftermath of that and the founding of the new Latin Christian kingdom. It would have to, as again the original film does very well, avoid prioritizing the usual players and viewpoints in these events, and dig into presenting the experiences of the marginalized and way in which ordinary people are brought to the point of doing these things. It doesn’t (and frankly shouldn’t) preach at us that U.S. Invasions Of The Middle East Are Bad (especially since obviously none of the characters/people/places/events here are American at all). And as I said already but bears repeating: my god, don’t even THINK about making it GOT and marketing it as Gritty Dramatic Medieval History, You Know It’s Real Because They’re Dirty, Violent, and Bigoted!
Also, a couple tags I saw pop up were things like “Period-Typical Racism” and “Period-Typical Homophobia” and mmm okay obviously yes there are these elements, but what exactly is “period typical?” Does it mean “using these terms just because you figure everyone was less tolerant back then?” We know that I, with my endless pages of meta on medieval queer history, would definitely side-eye any attempts to paint these things as Worse Than Us, and the setting alone would convey a sense of the conflict without having to add on gratuitous microaggressions. I basically think the film needs to be made exactly like the original: centering the gay/queer perspectives of marginalized people and people of color, resisting the urge for crass jokes at the expense of the identity of its characters, and approaching it with an awareness of the deep complexity and personal meaning of these things to people in terms of the historical moment we’re in, while not making a film that ONLY prizes our response and our current crises. Because if we’re thinking about these historical genealogies, the least we can do (although we so often aren’t) is to be honest.
Thanks! I LOVED this question.
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Stolen Dance | Ch. 6
Summary: “Maybe this was a pipe dream, a delusion you’d soon awake from or a phase you’d outgrow. You didn’t really care. For a brief moment in time, you were in love. That’s what you chose to care about. That what you made matter.”
The one where you’re a paramedic, he’s an FBI agent, and the time you spend together is borrowed.
Notes: Thought you could escape me? Never.
Word Count: 5.1k
Song: The Enemy - Andrew Belle
Warnings: Normal CM warnings.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
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“What are you afraid of?”
You looked up. Spencer was laying beside you, his arms crossed over his chest as he laid on his side. You had one hand under your head, the other resting on the mattress in the space between you and him.
“Jean shorts,” you said in a faux scared voice. “And crocs. And when you put them together…” You shuddered.
Spencer scoffed with a smile, which made you giggle.
“Come on,” he pressed. “You served in the military. You lost a parent. You got deployed, and you came back alive. What scares you?”
You sighed in consideration.
Fear was something you hadn’t thought about in awhile. Loss, yes. Loneliness, absolutely. Anger passed your mind once or twice. But fear? You couldn’t remember the last time you were afraid for yourself.
“Getting attached,” you answered quietly. “I’m afraid of commitment. Well, not actually. I’m afraid of losing the people I love. It got worse when my dad died, but, I don’t know… I think it’s always been there.”
“How do you deal with it?”
“I don’t love. I care, I feel, I consider. But I try my hardest not to love anything, because if I lose it, it doesn’t hurt as bad.”
“You can’t just decide to not love,” Spencer argued softly.
You smiled sadly. “You’d be surprised what I do to keep myself safe.”
“You mean to keep yourself from hurting?”
You shrugged. “Same thing.”
You stepped out of the room, wiping your eyes and sucking in a breath. You wandered back down a few of the station’s hallways, eventually finding Hotch. He dismissed the officer he was speaking to.
“What’s going on?” He asked as he approached you.
“I’m just slowing Spencer down,” you lied, forcing out a laugh. “Ya know, photographic memory and all. I was wondering if I would be more useful somewhere else?”
Hotch studied you for a moment, then nodded slowly. “You can observe the interrogation. You’ll be sent to the field if Missy Dewald shows up.”
“You mean if her body shows up?”
“We don’t know how Harris’s partner will react to the news of his betrayal,” Hotch said. “It’s possible that he lets Dewald go in an act of defiance.”
“It’s also possible that he kills her a lot sooner than any of the other girls.”
“That is a possibility,” Hotch replied, before dismissing himself.
You ran a hand through your hair. Cases like this sucked.
“That’s her,” The detective said. “That’s Missy Dewald. I looked her father in the eye and told him I’d find her alive.”
She looked identical to all the other victims: young, conventionally attractive, and strangled to death. Missy also had ligature marks around her wrists, which was seen on Harris’s other victims. What wasn’t seen, however, was the bite mark on her shoulder.
“So in the time we’ve been here, she went missing and turned up dead,” Emily thought aloud. “Do you think Harris dumped the body before he was taken into custody?”
Rossi shook his head. “The M.E. says she’s been dead for several hours.”
“Harris has been in custody for the last several hours,” you said, pointing out the obvious.
“So you think we have the wrong guy?” The detective asked.
“He’s communicating with someone,” Derek said instead. “He’s confident they won’t turn against him.”
“Like an affair?”
“Like a partner,” Derek corrected.
“The only way we can break ground with Harris is to find out who his partner is,” you said.
Derek nodded in agreement. “Let’s go break some ground, then.”
You followed him back to the SUV; Emily and Rossi were staying behind to collect evidence. While getting into the vehicle and pulling onto the road, you were quiet.
“Hopefully Reid knows more by the time we get back,” He said conversationally.
You nodded.
“Hey, are you okay?” Derek asked. His tone was questioning, but a hint of worry seeped through.
You faked a smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Normally, you jump at the idea of working with Spencer,” he said. “But today, you looked for a reason not to. Why is that?”
“I’m not useful to him today,” you said nonchalantly. “His brain works faster than mine.”
“That’s never stopped you before,” he chuckled.
Derek glanced over. You said nothing. He sighed.
“Look, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but… He likes you.”
You raised your eyebrows in feign surprise. “He told you that?”
“He didn’t have to,” Derek replied. “I know that kid better than he knows himself sometimes.”
You actually snorted. You highly doubted the authenticity of that claim.
“Come on, don’t act like you don’t like him too,” Derek chuckled. “We all see the way you two interact. There’s something going on.”
‘You have no idea’, you thought bitterly.
“Even if I wanted to, it’s not like I could do anything about it,” you mumbled. “Dating someone on the team is considered a conflict of interest.”
“Like rules ever stopped you,” he teased.
“Look, can you drop it?” you snapped. “We’re not in middle school — we’re grown-ass adults with grown-ass feelings and problems.” You closed your eyes and sighed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Derek. I shouldn’t have snapped. It’s been a rough couple of days, and I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Nolan?” Derek asked simply, gently.
“Yeah,” you agreed, then looked out your window. If only it were that simple.
“You know we’ve got your back, right Y/N?” Derek said. “We never would have let anything happen to you.”
“I know,” you agreed. “That’s not what’s bothering me.”
“Then what is?”
You turned back to look at him, a sad smile on your face. “I spent 18 months in an active war zone. I watched men be turned to nothing but pulp by IEDs. But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part was treated Syrian children who got caught in the crossfire. They came in on the brink of death, and they left on crutches, missing one or both legs. They were nothing but collateral damage to men who couldn’t seem to agree. It’s such bullshit.”
“Did Nolan bring it all back up?”
“Him among other things,” you said.
“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m all ears,” Derek promised.
“Thanks.”
“His partner is a biter,” Rossi said, showing the crime scene photos to Reid.
“They’ve never done that before,” Spencer said, observing the red teeth marks on Missy Dewald.
“He might be going back to what’s comfortable now that Harris isn’t around,” Rossi agreed.
“So you think he’s a repeat offender?” you asked, unable to help yourself.
Spencer briefly looked up at you, then cleared his throat. “It’s possible. Garcia should run dental records, see if the mark matches anything on-file.”
“I’ll get on that,” you said, silently dismissing yourself from the conversation.
“Turns out, there’s a lot of sick pups in Central Florida,” Penelope said through the phone. “Today’s marks don’t match William Harris, but they do match a rape that was reported earlier this year in Manatee County.”
“That’s great; you found a match,” Emily said.
“Yeah, the teeth belong to the same person, but they’ve never been arrested, so I can’t cross reference,” Garcia said.
“What about the victim?” Hotch asked.
“Connie Meyers — she still lives in the area,” she answered.
“Send Prentiss the address; Y/L/N, go with,” Hotch ordered.
“They’re gonna ask who you are,” Connie said nervously. “They don’t know.”
For that reason exactly, you left your bomber jacket in the car and borrowed the plain one Emily was wearing. For the first time since working in the BAU, you didn’t feel like your identity was being screamed off of a rooftop.
“We’re just buying flowers,” you assured. You pointed to a bouquet. “Those daisies are nice.”
“In the report, it says your attacker knew what he wanted,” Emily said in a low voice. “That he was confident?”
“More like a control freak,” Connie said. “He wore a mask, but I could tell he was white. He choked me. It took a long time for the bruises to go away. If the lighting is right, it’s like I can still see his hand. It’s nothing compared to the bite marks, though. They’re scars now.”
“I know what that feels like,” you said softly, which gained both Connie and Emily’s attention. “I’m sorry.”
Connie nodded, then grabbed the bouquet you asked for. “I’ll go wrap these for you.”
“Thank you.”
When Connie was out of earshot, you turned to Emily. “Are we seriously talking two alpha males?”
“It seems so.”
“The man we’re looking for is just like your father,” you said, taking a seat next to Andrea, William’s daughter. “He’s smart, strong confident. He might have a family also.”
“Oh, so now you’re going to accuse someone else’s dad of murder?” Andrea asked.
You let out a breath. “I know this is hard, Andrea, but —”
“Do you?” She asked. “Do you know?”
“Yes,” you said calmly. “I know. He’s your dad: you don’t want to believe he can do wrong. But Andrea — and I mean this in the nicest way possible — this isn’t about you. Really, it’s not even about your father. It’s about the girls that are being kidnapped, raped, and murdered. Don’t you think their families deserve… something? Some kind of closure?”
She didn’t say anything.
“We think the accomplice has done this before,” you continued. “He’s been described as a white man in his 40s. He’s someone you might recognize, and there’s a good chance he’ll check up on you.”
“Why would he do that?”
“He’s worried about your dad, but he has no way to contact him. You and your mother are the next best thing.”
Once again, she said nothing.
You stood up. “Stay safe, Andrea,” you said before walking off to find Emily.
You walked into your apartment, throwing your bag and jacket onto the floor. Normally, you were neater and more organized, but today, you were exhausted. You got back from a case a couple hours before having to attend lectures in the morning. You thought coffee replaced the blood flowing through your veins.
You walked into the kitchen, getting a glass of water before turning in for the night. When you turned around, you noticed something sitting on your kitchen counter.
Pink, purple, and blue daisies filled a vase you didn’t buy. A white note on top stuck out.
‘The apartment needs some decoration.
-Spencer.’
You bit your lip with a smile.
The case ended with William and his partner, who turned out to be his neighbor, behind bars. Andrea and her mother were in shambles, but no one expected otherwise. You felt bad for them both. They made the investigation more difficult, yes, but it wasn’t intentional. They loved him. They didn’t want to believe he was capable of evil.
“Great work everyone,” Hotch praised as the team filtered back into the office. “Go home, get some sleep.”
Everyone went to their desks, including you. You were starting to regret picking the one next to Spencer.
“Y/N,” Hotch said, catching your attention. “Can I speak to you before you leave?”
You nodded, swallowing. “Sure.”
He nodded before walking upstairs.
You gathered your things, refusing to look at anyone. By the time you ascended the stairs, you thought Spencer’s gaze would burn a hole through your skin. You slipped into Hotch’s office before that could happen.
“Take a seat,” Hotch said, already in the chair behind his desk.
You did as you were told.
“What happened today?” He asked.
You frowned. “Did I do something wrong, sir?”
“Reid told me you were the one to discover two authors in the blog posts,” he said instead. “Why didn’t you mention that?”
You shrugged. “It didn’t seem important.”
“It didn’t cross your mind when you asked to be reassigned?” He inquired.
You bit your lip.
“Since you joined the BAU, you and Spencer have made an excellent team,” Hotch continued. “I’d hate to see that relationship ruined.”
“It isn’t,” you assured. “Just because I want to work with other people doesn’t mean I hate Spencer. I have other people to learn from, is all.”
Hotch studied you for a moment. “It’s okay to confide in people, Y/N. It’s okay if you confide in someone on this team. In… unique circumstances, HR should be informed, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Okay, I’m gonna stop you right there,” you said. “What happened between Spencer and I started before I worked here. It started before you even offered me a job. But it’s over now. We were together. We aren’t now. We’re adults: we know how to be civil. We know how to put personal issues aside and focus on the job at hand. You have nothing to worry about. So am I good to go?”
He nodded.
“Great,” you muttered, standing up and walking to the door.
“Y/N?” Hotch said.
You turned around.
“You went to war, and 3 weeks ago, a man held a gun to your head,” Hotch stated. “If you need help, you should ask for it.”
“I’m okay,” you said. “I’ve lived through worse.”
“Who is this?”
You smiled, turning away from your record player. “Lord Huron.”
You began swaying to the music. You offered Spencer your hand. He shook his head.
“I don’t dance,” he said.
Ignoring his protests, you grabbed both of his hands and slowly pulled him to his feet. “It’s a long night, can I spend it with you? ‘Cause you’re oh so pretty when you stand on the edge…”
When the refrain began to play, you extended your arms outwards, still holding Spencer’s hands, and pulled yourself back in. Spencer caught your drift, spinning you a few times. You giggled, throwing your head back.
The two of you continued to dance like that; focusing more on the feeling and moving to the beat versus worrying what the two of you looked like. Once or twice, you even reached your hand up to twirl Spencer. He of course obliged, which made you erupt with laughter.
As the song died down, you rested your arms on his shoulders. His hands found your waist, and the two of you swayed to the sound. When the song was over, he pulled you into a kiss.
You woke up from your dream. It wasn’t a nightmare, and yet, you cried yourself back to sleep.
8 AM sharp, you were sitting in the briefing room with the rest of the team. You sat at one end of the table, while Spencer occupied the other.
“10-year-old Sammy Sparks of Lafayette Parish, Louisiana showed up to school this morning covered in blood,” Garcia said.
A few pictures appeared on the monitor behind her; a young boy, no older than ten, had blood spatters across his hands and one side of his face.
“When the police got to his house, they discovered that his parents, Charlie and Allison Sparks, are missing.”
“Forensics show that at least one of them was injured,” Derek said.
“That amount of blood? I’m guessing gunshot,” you added.
“Has there been a ransom demand?” Emily asked.
Garcia shook her head. “None whatsoever.”
Rossi frowned. “Then why call in the BAU?”
“New Orleans Police is hoping we can interview Sammy,” Hotch answered.
“No one has talked to the witness yet?” Spencer asked in confusion.
“Sammy’s autistic,” Hotch clarified. “Getting him to talk won’t be easy. I’m hoping you and Y/N will be able to get through to him.”
You looked up from the file. “You want me to talk to Sammy?”
Everyone but Spencer looked at you.
“Is that a problem?” Hotch inquired.
“Of course not,” you said immediately. “It’s just… I’m not a profiler, and I don’t have much experience when it comes to autism. I don’t understand how I’m any more qualified than anyone else on the team.”
The team shared a look.
“Who’s gonna tell her?” Emily said.
You frowned. “Tell me what?”
“Y/N, you’re amazing with kids,” Garcia said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“...I don’t understand.”
“Are you kidding?” JJ chuckled. “Angel, Katie, Jeremy… you might have more maternal instinct than I do.”
“What? That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed.
“We can finish this debate on the jet,” Hotch intervened. “Wheels up in 30.”
You and Spencer were led into a private room in the police station. You saw Sammy sitting on the couch, a pad of paper in his hand. He used crayons to draw the same two lines over and over again.
“Hi Sammy,” Spencer greeted warmly. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. What are you drawing?”
The police officer that showed you in set his hand on Sammy’s arm. He immediately screamed and lurched back. He then began to rock back and forth in his seat.
“Some autistic kids don’t respond well to touch,” you explained. The officer merely dismissed himself from the room, silently acknowledging that this situation was beyond him.
“It’s possible that witnessing his parents’ abduction pushed him into emotional overload and he shut down,” Spencer said in a low voice.
“Could be why he’s drawing the same thing over and over again,” you agreed. “Or, maybe he’s trying to tell us something.”
“Sammy,” Spencer said, taking a seat on the coffee table opposite of the couch. “We’re looking for your mom and dad. Did ‘L’ take them?”
Sammy, still holding the crayon, lifted his hand into the air. He began making an ‘L’ motion with his hand.
You excused yourself from the room, fishing your phone out of your pocket.
“Go for Garcia.”
“Hey, Penn,” you greeted. “I need you to run a list of everyone that associated with the Sparks family — focus on anyone who’s first or last name starts with an ‘L’.”
“I have run every ‘L’ I can find, think of, or make up in my giant, magic head, and nothing fits,” Garcia said.
You, Hotch, Spencer, and Derek all stood around a table in the police station. You were on a video call with Garcia, as she said she had news to share with everyone. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the news you wanted to hear.
“Have you found Sammy’s next of kin?” Hotch asked.
“Only by name. Charlie has a sister named Elizabeth that was last reported residing in Mont Belvieu, Tejas. But she’s not responding to calls or email.”
“Elizabeth could stand for Liz or Lizzie,” Spencer said.
“Could be where he’s getting the letter ‘L’ from,” you nodded in agreement. “We need to find her, and we need to find her fast.”
“I’ll find her so fast that the world will reverse rotation and time will bend backwards. Hello,” Garcia rattled before signing off.
While Spencer and the rest of the team explored leads on the parents, you decided to sit with Sammy and see if you could make some headway.
“Hey, Sammy,” you said, taking a seat next to him on the couch. You were sure to leave a decent amount of space between the two of you. “My name is Y/N. I was in here earlier with my friend Spencer. Do you remember that?”
Sammy continued to draw his picture, which now seemed to consist of stars that looked like asterisks.
“I love your drawings,” you praised. “They have great color.”
You picked up one of his previous drawings, a sheet that was covered with ‘L’s.
“What does this one mean, Sammy?” you asked.
Sammy glanced at the paper you were holding. He inhaled sharply and began to rock back and forth.
“Okay, it’s okay,” you said, setting down the paper. “You’re okay, Sammy. You’re safe.”
When he settled back down, you noticed that Sammy was tapping his fingers in a particular pattern. You observed him for a moment before it clicked.
“Sammy’s trying to tell us something,” you said, bursting into the conference room.
Everyone stared at you.
“Y/N, this is Elizabeth, Sammy’s aunt,” Rossi said.
“It’s nice to meet you,” you said. “Sammy’s trying to tell us something.”
“Tell us what?” Spencer prompted.
“When I showed him his own drawing, the one with all the ‘L’s, he panicked,” you explained. “Then, he started tapping his fingers. I think he’s trying to play something.”
“Like on the piano?” Derek asked.
“He was playing when his parents were kidnapped,” Spencer recalled. “He might be remembering something.”
“Is there any way we can get a keyboard?” You asked.
“We should bring him back to the house,” Rossi said. “Taking him back to the exact location could trigger something.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you frowned. “He’s already pretty upset…”
“Whatever he’s trying to tell us could be the key to finding his parents,” Spencer countered. “But, of course, the ultimate decision is up to his guardian.”
You, Spencer, and Rossi all looked to Elizabeth.
“I’m supposed to decide?” She asked.
“You’re his legal guardian right now,” Rossi repeated. “The decision is yours.”
The three of you let Sammy enter the house first. He went to the piano almost immediately, but didn’t sit down right away; he ran his toy train along the frame first.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen him?” You asked Elizabeth.
“His 5th birthday,” she answered.
“5 years ago,” you said in shock.
“Charlie and I had a falling out,” Elizabeth explained. “It got ugly. I haven’t seen either of them since.” She paused. “Do you think you’ll find him?”
“I hope so,” you said with a reassuring smile.
“Sammy, is it alright if I sit here?” Spencer asked.
He let a few seconds pass before taking a seat on the piano bench. Then, he began to play a scale.
Sammy took a seat next to him and began to play the same scale, only in a higher octave.
“Woah, you’ve been holding out on me, Sammy,” Spencer said with a wide smile. He then played the scale backwards. Sammy did the same.
“Sammy, how about you play this note,” Spencer said, then played a G, “for yes, and this note,” he played a C, “for no. Does that sound like something you can do?”
Sammy played ‘yes’.
“Yeah, just like that,” Spencer praised. “Now, Sammy, do you remember when the man came and took your parents away?”
He played ‘yes’ again. He pressed the same key several times. Then, Sammy began to play a song. It sounded beautiful, like something ballerinas would dance to.
“Sammy, I don’t understand,” Spencer said softly. “Does this song mean something to you?”
Sammy stopped playing. He set his hand in his lap. You thought he might stand up or walk out. But then, you saw him lift Spencer’s hand onto the piano. Sammy pressed down Spencer’s thumb, middle, and pinkie finger, all of them playing a different note. He then played the same three notes, but once again in higher octave.
Sammy played the three notes in a specific order, one that sounded like the roots of the song he was playing mere moments ago. After repeating the rhythm a few times, Spencer joined seamlessly.
“Do you want to have kids?” Spencer asked.
You considered, then nodded. “One day. After I’m done with school, probably. What about you?”
“I find the concept of pregnancy and childbirth disturbing,” Spencer admitted.
You laughed. “Me too. But from what I’ve heard, you forget all the nasty and annoying and painful parts when the baby comes.”
“Fatherhood does have a certain... appeal to it,” he agreed. Then, he smiled to himself fondly. He looked so beautiful you wanted to take a picture, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. You opted to take a mental picture instead.
Elizabeth excused herself to use the restroom. After awhile, she didn’t come back downstairs, so you decided to make a trip upstairs. Spencer and Sammy were still busy playing the piano, so you figured they’d be okay without you for a moment.
You checked the bathroom, not surprised to find it empty. You wandered further into the house, eventually finding Sammy’s room. You saw Elizabeth sitting on his bed.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, stepping into the room.
“I’m a stranger in my own brother’s house. My nephew doesn’t recognize me,” she said. “And then, I find this.”
You took a seat next to her. She offered you a flipbook of pictures, one Sammy and his parents used. On one of the pages was a picture of Elizabeth.
“I always assumed he had no idea who I was,” Elizabeth said.
“What was the fight about, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I was the one who suspected Sammy had autism,” she answered. “Charlie couldn’t see it. He was so upset, he kicked me out.”
You flipped through the rest of the book; each page had an illustration on it, and in the corner was a clock demonstrating a time. “What made you think he’s autistic?”
“He was… different,” Elizabeth said. “So, I did some research. Charlie was blind to it. He refused to accept what I found.”
“It’s scary,” you said, “learning your child won’t have it as easy as you did. If it makes you feel any better, you probably helped Sammy; you might have even saved Charlie and Allison’s marriage.”
You continued to flip through the booklet. You enjoyed routine, but the Sparks took it to a whole new level. Sammy’s entire life revolved around what he did, when he did it… he interprets the world through pictures.
Pictures.
You ran down the stairs and back into the living room.
“Spencer, come look at this,” you said, as you entered the room. Elizabeth followed suit.
He stopped playing with Sammy to approach you. “What, his flip book?”
“Not just his flip book: his routine,” you said. “Shower, brush teeth, dress... His entire life is planned out in order.”
“Maybe we can figure out where he met the UnSub,” Spencer said.
“He already did,” you countered. “He lives his life in pictures.”
Spencer fumbled for his bag, pulling out Sammy’s drawings. “He’s been trying to speak to us, but he only communicates through symbols.”
He spread the drawings out on the floor. “It’s his language.”
You pointed to one on the far right. “Anchors, like your socks,” you said. Sure enough, Spencer lifted his pant leg to show blue socks covered with anchor designs.
“And those are asterisks: it’s the logo on your jacket,” Spencer said.
You took off your jacket and looked at the back, though you’d hardly forgotten what the paramedic logo looked liked.
“So what does the ‘L’ mean?” Elizabeth asked.
“I don’t think it is an ‘L’,” Spencer disagreed.
“It’s a time,” you said, pointing to the clock in the corner of each page.
“It’s the time he’s trying to tell us about — the time he met the UnSub,” Spencer concluded. “Where is he at 3:00?”
You flipped through. “2:30, music store. He doesn’t leave until it closes at 6.”
Spencer was already on it, adjusting the time on his watch so it said 3:00.
“Hey, Sammy, it’s almost 3,” he said, showing Sammy his watch. “Is there some place you should be?”
Sammy ran his finger over the watchface, tracing the arms on the watch.
“Should be, store,” he said.
By the time you found the Sparks, it was too late for Charlie. You’d later learn he had been dead since the night before. It was also too late for the UnSub, but you didn’t feel so bad about that part, especially considering that Allison was the one who shot him. You comforted Elizabeth as she mourned the loss of her brother, and you watched Sammy as he reciprocated his mother’s hug for the first time in his life. It was a bittersweet ending.
You entered your apartment, tossing your jacket, bag, and keys onto the couch. You moved into the kitchen, fixing yourself a drink. You already knew you wouldn’t be attending any lectures the next morning, so you poured yourself some Fireball. The first sip alone burned your throat and warmed your chest.
You heard the doorknob jiggle. You reached for your pistol, which was in a holster on your side; you passed firearm certification a little over a week ago.
Spencer opened the door. You let out a sigh that sounded more like a growl.
“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, holstering your weapon. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Tobias Hankel,” he said.
“What?”
“Tobias Hankel is the man who hurt me,” he continued.
You shook your head, setting down your drink. “Please, not now, Spencer.”
“He kidnapped me, tied me to a chair, and injected me with Dilaudid,” Spencer said. “I blacked out each time, and when I came back, he did it again. Once, he stopped my heart and had to resuscitate me.”
“Please, stop,” you said, voice growing weaker.
Spencer closed the door, stepping deeper into your apartment. “He held a gun to my head and made me choose which BAU team member he would kill.”
“Stop,” you begged, voice no louder than a whisper.
“He hurt me, Y/N, and I wasn’t the same for a long time,” Spencer continued. “In some ways, I’m still different. But I’m okay. I found a way to live with it. And you can too, if you just talk. Just let me in. Let me help.”
“You can’t help me!” you screamed. “No one can! Don’t you get it, Spencer?! I am broken. I came home broken, I live a broken life, and one day, I’ll die broken. That is my cross to bear, not yours.”
“I love you,” Spencer said, swallowing thickly. “I love you and whatever mess you come with. So please, Y/N, I am begging you, let me help you.”
You put a hand over your mouth to mask a sob. You felt Spencer move forward, trying to pull you into a hug. You pushed him away.
“Get the fuck away from me,” you cried, tears streaming down your face.
Clearly, Spencer wasn’t one to give up easily. He grabbed you again, this time pressing your side into his chest so you couldn’t fight him with your arms. You clawed at his grip a few times, but really, you were just so tired.
You broke down completely, sinking to the floor. Spencer followed you down, his face in your hair and his arms still tight around you. One of his forearms was across your chest, and you gripped it for dear life.
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Theme Cage
Summary: Garrus meets the Corporal and learns that Shepard knows... a lot... about hamsters. Turns out he’s passionate about something that isn’t Reaper related.
(Pre relationship, ME1.)
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“Hey, Garrus. Could you hand me that bag?”
It was supposed to be a simple request. Garrus kept thinking that to himself as he looked around the room that was assigned to the Spectre, feeling his mandibles twitch in outright confusion. All he was supposed to be doing was handing off some datapads to the Normandy's commanding officer from the medbay. Now...
Well, he didn't know what the hell Shepard wanted him to do.
The man was currently seated in front of a large tank, a small container off to the side. A few bags surrounded him, full of shredded material in various colors. Others held wooden structures of various sizes, some of them bearing chew marks. All of the had a weird, woody smell that Garrus wouldn't necessarily have called bad, just odd.
Odd; that's what the situation was.
“Garrus?”
The turian snapped back to reality as he glanced around. “Yes, Shepard?”
One blue eye glanced over a shoulder to check on him. “You ok, Garrus? Turians don't get low blood sugar too, do they?”
No, they didn't. That was a human thing that the turian was still trying to forget, thank you very much. It wasn't every day you walked in on your commanding officer slumped over his desk, only to be saved moments later by a children's candy. Bizarre didn't even begin to cover it, but how the room looked got close.
“No just...” He cocked his head to the side. “What are you doing?”
The tips of Shepard's ears flushed to match the short shock of red hair that stuck up in the front. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously. Then he gestured to the smaller container that was sitting off to the side, tucked safely away.
“Oh, uh... Corporal Fluffytail needed a cage change.”
Corporal... Fluffytail.
Garrus realized now that there was something in the small cage, watching him with beady little eyes. It was a space hamster, he realized – like the ones he saw in the Citadel gift shop, only much rounder and much calmer. The ones exhausted parents bought for screaming children tended to practically be chewing on the bars of their cages as they got carted off. Instead, he was pretty sure the Corporal was sizing him up.
How did a hamster become a corporal anyway?
“A cage change.”
Shepard nodded as he gestured to the large glass tank in front of him. “I like to do a deep clean monthly, and he needed a change of scenery. It keeps him from getting bored and engaging in destructive behavior.”
He gestured to the bags by the door. “Can you grab me the red and pink bedding? I'm almost out over here.”
Garrus responded by stiffly making a grab for the bag and depositing it by the Spectre. This put him in closer contact with what Shepard was working on. He already had a good amount of white material at the bottom of the tank, all of it much cleaner than the stuff he saw other space hamsters living in. There was also... more space, he supposed.
Really, did space hamsters need that much space? Especially on a warship?
“Does the corporal need such a large tank? Looks like he takes up the whole table.”
Garrus regretted his words almost immediately as a switch flipped in the mild mannered Spectre. A real fire glowed behind those mismatched eyes as Shepard started to tap in something into his omni-tool. All the while, Corporal Fluffytail watched. The little bastard almost looked smug.
Shepard's voice was a quarter pitch higher than it usually was as he turned to face the turian. “Space hamsters and Syrian-space hybrids like Fluffytail need at least 600 square inches of unbroken horizontal floor space for adequate living area. Any smaller, and you start to see cage biting and other stress symbols.”
He tapped down with firm resolve. “So no. He can't have a smaller space. Not if I want to raise him right.”
The turian winced as he held up his talons. “I meant no disrespect... I can't say I know all that much about space hamsters. You never see them in cages that big on the -”
“The Citadel gift shop needs my damn foot up their ass! Those assholes keep trying to sell genetic cedar as bedding!” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Really, did they do any research on hamsters before they decided to sell them... and don't get me started on how small the wheels are, do they-”
He stopped, and his cheeks turned blood red. Garrus was left blinking, processing the conversation. It was... well, those were certainly words. His translator was doing the best it could to keep up, but specialized knowledge was often beyond its reach sometimes. Usually he just had to download packs for that...
But for hamsters?
“Right. They've got it all wrong for proper care.”
Shepard's face was still red as he dug into the new bag to start laying material down. “Sorry. I keep trying them to adopt better husbandry practices but they practically laugh me out of the shop when I try.”
“Maybe being a Spectre will get them to listen next time.” At least it got the man's shoulders to lift as he continued to spread material. “So... why red? Did they run out of white or is it easier to find the corporal that way?”
It could have been possible, given the corporal was a little on the beige side with some darker brown spots on his face and the top of his head. Honestly, he was kind of cute – in a beady-eyed small rodent kind of way. He still would never understand why humans kept rodents as pets, but at least this was one of the less obnoxious ones.
Leave it to Shepard to pick a good one.
“Oh, I was going for a theme this time.” The Spectre's tone was much lighter now as he tucked a tube under some bedding, then placed more pink material around its entrance. It kind of reminded Garrus of flower petals on the Presidium. “Something nice for Valentine's Day, you know? It'll give him something to explore while we're in FTL.”
Garrus' translator supplied the information – human holiday, romance, lots of hearts. The Citadel had been participating in growing strength ever since humans had come into the galactic stage, but it really wasn't his thing. Not much time for romance and dates when you were chasing down bad guys or drowning in paperwork.
Not much time for the Corporal either, given Garrus didn't see a friend in there with him.
“I'm pretty sure hamsters don't celebrate Valentine's Day.” He paused, before adding, “They don't, do they?”
Luckily, no lecture followed. Instead, Shepard chuckled softly as he finished spreading out the pink and red bedding. Now he was working on arranging the wooden toys he had picked out, sometimes holding them out to the cage for Fluffytail to inspect. Judging on the pile that was slowly growing with each rejection, he had discerning tastes.
Great – a spoiled hamster. At least it only affected his owner.
“No, they don't. That's mostly for me. Themed cages help me have a little fun, you know?”
Never before had Garrus been convinced humans translated that word completely differently than he did.
“Ah.” The turian knew when to let an issue die. “So... does the corporal enjoy it?”
Shepard nodded as he stood to grab a small pan of what looked like sand. “I think so, he loves exploring when I come up with something new for him. You should come by to watch in a few days when he's awake, he'll probably have moved it all around by then.”
And then the human laughed again as he placed the pan inside the cage. It was the second time Garrus had heard it, and he had to admit it wasn't a bad sound. Honestly, it was pleasant – in a human sort of way. With all the shit they were being put through, it was no surprise he didn't hear it often.
Something like that should be more frequent...
“Hey, do you want to meet him?”
The turian blinked. “Meet... him?”
“Yeah, Corporal Fluffytail. He's awake right now and I need someone to keep an eye on him while I put the wheel in and get his food.” Shepard sounded oh so casual as he reached down to the small cage. “I promise he won't bite.”
At that moment, Garrus very much doubted the corporal could bite through his carapace. Still, his heart skipped a beat as he watched the Spectre carefully cup his hands around the furry body. Slowly, man and hamster rose up, bright eyes focused straight on the turian. They were coming over.
A few seconds later, Garrus was having his talons manipulated in order to hold a hamster right. Turians, as it turned out, needed a different grip that he wasn't altogether used to as the Spectre moved his hand around in order to make sure the corporal would be safe in his care.
Was it hot in there, or was it just him?
“He's... warm.” Garrus kept his arms close to his carapace. Fluffytail was sniffing at his talons, but no nibbling was going on. He seemed curious, if those bright eyes were anything to go by. So... this was a space hamster.
“He's a soft little guy, comes from his Syrian side.” Shepard was smiling as he watched the two. “I'll be right back. Just stay calm and he will be too.”
And then the Spectre was gone, leaving Garrus alone with the corporal. The hamster kept sniffing at him, shuffling around in his talons. Once, he got close to the sharp edge. Garrus could feel his heat jump in his throat. Then the instincts took over.
“You better not pee on me, Corporal.” Garrus gently deposited the hamster in his cowl. After all, if it was safe for baby turians it should be fine for anyone. Or in this case – anything. The hamster shuffled around a bit, but at least he didn't try to climb down his back. “Good... just hang out there until Shepard gets back.”
A furry body brushed against his mandible and settled in. Corporal Fluffytail, it seemed, was a rather calm fellow. That, or he was terrified of turians and this was a hamster terror display. If that was true, he was about to be in deep water with the Spectre.
“I guess I can see why he likes you. You're not loud, you don't smell... I guess the biting might be a problem, he doesn't have a carapace.” Garrus didn't really reflect on the fact he was talking to a hamster as he carefully reached up a talon to pet the small, furry head nestled close to his mandible. “Not a bad pet for a Spectre, though I think I would go for something a little more intimidating.”
If the corporal was bothered by this commentary, he didn't let it slip. Instead, he accepted the rub and didn't try to bite his talon. That, in Garrus' book, was a good sign. Add in the fact he really was damn soft, and it was all green for him, or at least until he found droppings in his carapace.
“So, do you alert for low blood sugar? I read up on that. “Garrus' mandible twitched. “Or... guess not. You're not a dog. Or at least I don't think you're a dog. Damn dogs come in so many sizes it's easier to guess what isn't one.”
Fluffytail never answered, just kept hanging out somewhere between his mandible and cowl. His furry little heart was quick, and something about it put the turian at ease as he waited for Shepard. A hamster might not have been his pick, but... they weren't bad. Not bad at all.
Maybe the Spectre was onto something.
“Well, looks like you two are getting along.”
Garrus picked up his head to see Shepard had returned and placed food in the corporal's enclosure. His cowl felt a little colder as he carefully scooped the hamster up and handed him over. Once his paws touched the bedding, off he went digging. He was fast.
“He makes a decent enough pet.” the turian nodded. “I'd say we were civil.”
Shepard chuckled again as he brushed some bedding from Garrus' cowl, fingers almost dangerously close to his mandible. “Looked like you were more than civil to me. I knew nobody could resist a cute hamster.”
He went to toss the bedding and empty bag away. “By the way, what did you come up for earlier?”
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The datapads were still by the door, waiting for Shepard to read them over. They had both walked by them multiple times in the process of getting the hamster situated. Just the sight of them made Garrus want to make like Fluffytail and dig a hole. Instead, he cleared his throat and made a grab for them.
“Dr. Chakwas wanted me to give these to you.”
Thoughts of hamsters were abandoned as the pair slipped back into duty. Still, there was something about the faint scratching of a corporal exploring his new surroundings that put Garrus at ease as he watched Shepard pour over the contents. He could get used to that kind of sound, undying embarrassment notwithstanding.
Maybe if he was lucky, he could come see him again. Though... that would mean hanging out with Shepard more.
…
Well... there were worse things to do with his free time he supposed.
#ramblinganthropologist's WIP dungeon#Garrus Vakarian#Alistair Shepard#Corporal Fluffytail Shepard the Space Hamster#Yes not Saren for once#Saren is the ME2 hamster#Fluffytail died in ME1
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I'm always told to keep my mouth shut about these things but
It's really interesting how the world is becoming nowadays.
Those of you that may have not heard, Syria is being bombed because of "proof" of chemical attacks. I'm looking at sources and there is no evidence at all?? No pictures, no documents, no details, just "yes we have proof that Syria did it. France has analyzed it. U.K. has analyzed it. US has analyzed it. Three countries." (Source from abcnews, written by Justin Fishel, April 13, 2018)
Here’s some more sources that I read through:
BBC NEWS (has no author???)
CNN NEWS (Zachary Cohen and Kevin Litpak)
Some quotes that really brought my attention:
Russian Foreign Ministry spokeswoman Maria Zakharova said the US strikes had hit the Syrian capital when the country "finally" had a chance at peace. -CNN, Zachary Cohen and Kevin Litpak
Iran's Foreign Ministry condemned the strikes. "The attack is the blatant violation of international laws, as well as ignoring the sovereignty and territorial integrity of Syria," -CNN, Zachary Cohen and Kevin Litpak
At an emergency meeting of the UN Security Council called by Russia, the Russian envoy to the UN, Vassily Nebenzia, read out a quote from President Putin saying the action of the US and its allies had made a "catastrophic situation in Syria even worse". -BBC
My question is, how come Congress isn’t being involved? From what we’ve been taught, Congress has the final say (ok, really, it’s just oversight over the president (just a mom telling her child not to eat so many cookies, basically)). To declare war, the President needs permission from them before doing so (The War Powers Resolution; and Congress’ power of being the Executive Power (but then, the president can veto their law and then it just...becomes a mess)).
But the fact that I have not seen a shred of Congress doing anything for Orange Guy says something. That’s says too much. And that says something about Orange Guy’s office, and that they’re basically turning a blind eye to everything, or see nothing wrong with him destroying the world just for more money. There’s no way in hell you can’t miss that bullshit he’s doing (BUT!! By law, he isn’t doing anything wrong, so therefore, he’s untouchable.)
Impeachment from Office (Article 2, Section 4, of the Constitution)
NEWSWEEK (Tom O’Connor)
FOREIGN POLICY (Joshua Keating)
CNN (Jeremy Herb)
Some more quotes:
"This is a conversation that needs to take place. The authority of congress should be asserted, particularly in the case of this president where he seems to be somewhat erratic when it comes to what he suggests is American foreign policy," Kildee said. -CNN, Jeremy Herb
"The Constitution gives tremendous authority for the president of United States to act on his own," said Roger Zakheim, a former House Armed Services Committee aide. -CNN, Jeremy Herb
Adler argues that in all these conflicts, Congress — if involved at all — generally simply delegated warmaking powers to the executive branch and only excercised oversight after the fact. -Foreign Policy, Joshua Keating
He added, "The Constitution says Congress shall declare war. It doesn't say the president can go to war anywhere, anytime around the globe." -Newsweek, Tom O’Connor
What some common average people of the American public doesn’t know is that the U.S. started all of this (Still don’t know how 9/11 happened, just only, the Middle East was blamed for it, no names or anything, but what am I to say?). Ever since the 1900s, and way into the 2000s. They send in military, and cause a commotion. Then, when it gets out of hand, then they’ll pull out their people and leave the rest to defend themselves. Dogs eat Dogs. Literally.
Which is really wild, because, none of this had no reason to be started. None of this should have happened, because sometimes, the US just doesn’t know how to stay out of other people’s business (i.e. the Vietnam War, and the Korean War, and WWII, and now the Middle East because of some oil scandal).
A lot of people are scared because not only is there war going on (rumors about WWIII about to start), there’s civil war everywhere. Civil war in the U.S. and the Middle East (I’m not sure about Europe, but I hear there are wildfires all over the world (which is uncommon for me to hear, but then again, the US is limited to only war, so :/ )). We’re struggling with discrimination of race, gender, and sexuality and gun violence (i.e. gay marriages, LGBTAQ+ lives, or PoC/Blacks lives matter, and school shootings).
Don’t get me started on the fucking medical care in the U.S. It’s honest bullshit (my xray in December? it was $829. Eight hundred dollars for a 5 minute x-ray. Ambulance rides cost $400. Nightingale (helicopter rides) cost you $1000 and up. All of that? Comes out your pocket, from what I hear. Insurance might be lucky to cover even part of that. So, if you’re bleeding to death from a knife wound to your gut, damn right someone’s going to pay for that $600 ride that took 2 minutes to get you to the hospital. And the waiting line in the hospitals are the worst. They take HOURS to look at you, so if you’re bleeding out, or dying in some way, shape, or form, yeah, you’re not going to be seen for some time, even if it’s an emergency (average wait is about 2 hours, and for my x-ray, we got there at 5 am, and I didn’t get seen til 9am). Welcome to America, where everything is paid for, even a cup of water costs you a dollar.
{Yesterday, we got the wrong mail that was suppose to go a street behind us, and my brother walked outside by himself to go deliver it. I ended up riding my bike out there because--even though this neighborhood is safe--I was afraid he wouldn’t even come back home and he was ok when I went out there to meet him, but that still doesn’t relieve my unease because he walks to and from school everyday and if he doesn’t come home a certain time, we start panicking (he’s also scared of going to school too because of that one scare that his school was going to get shot up (but it was some kids being really dumb and they considered it a prank but they got arrested))}
I’m also afraid of coming out to people about my sexuality, because I’m a PoC, and I have a minor disability (idk if it’s considered a serious one, so I’m gonna research that). With me going into a predominated white male working field (and being a PoC woman), chances are I would probably get paid a LOT lower than my workers, because I’m a woman, even though I did the job better. IDK how my field would turn out, because I’ve been hearing that women welders are the most sought out people, especially PoC welders. I mean, the average pay is like, 20, 25 bucks an hour? Which is super rare for anyone to get working at a job in the U.S. (average pay is about 15 to 18 dollars an hour at maximum for most jobs).
NASA Footage of wildfires
At the rate we’re going, there won’t be no 2020. I probably won’t even turn 25 and get to see the world. I probably won’t have a career. There’s going to be nothing but dead bodies and barren wasteland by that time.
Honestly, we’re better off being cavemen at this point.
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Wait, I don't pay any attention to the Harry Potter EU, but are the American Wizards that awful?
All wizards are awful. The wizarding community is isolationist, xenophobic, and cruel - with or without Voldemort, with or without Grindewald. At best they are patronizingly indifferent, with the same supercilious air that let the rest of the UK brutalize Africa and Asia for several centuries. At best the tone around Muggles is always ‘poor, helpless dears who don’t have magic like we do.’ I find this most striking in the fields of healing and food scarcity - the amount that wizards withhold from the rest of the world is astounding, all in the name of preserving their own way of life. It is driven home in the first book when Hagrid tells Harry that wizards hide their magic from muggles because if they didn’t then muggles would always be asking wizards to use magic to help them solve their problems - and in seven books, two spin-off guides, nine movies thus-far, and one utterly gonzo play nobody ever says ‘But Hagrid, we literally do nothing other than solve all of our problems with magic.” In Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series, the Wizards of the Discworld are very powerful indeed - and they almost never do anything with magic, because they know that the most important lesson about magic is when not to use it. Yes you could solve all your problems by expending vast amounts of power, but if you do that once you’re going to have to do it every time, and where does that end? It is understood that constant displays of power - that total reliance on magic - has led to some of the worst, most-destructive periods in their world’s history. In Diane Duane’s incredible, underrated, deserves-to-be-Harry-Potter-far-more-than-Harry-Potter series Young Wizards, those with magic are servants of life, servants of the universe, servants of all. In exchange for unimaginable power they take an oath to use it the service of others:In Life’s name and for Life’s sake,I assert that I will employ the Art which is its gift in Life’s service alone, rejecting all other usages. I will guard growth and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what grows and lives well in its own way; and I will change no object or creature unless its growth and life, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened. To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will put aside fear for courage, and death for life, when it is right to do so —till Universe’s end.Such respect for wizardry - a respect for the sobering responsibility of magic, recurs again and again in fiction. Tolkien’s Istari are cast down when they use magic for their own ends. Ursula Le Guin’s wizards of Earthsea are, like Diane Duane’s, servants of the people. Robert Jordan’s Aes Sedai were once an entire class of people devoted to the benefits of others.The Harry Potter Wizarding World uses magic solely for its own benefit - and in ways that are downright quotidian. “Magic makes [[coffee]] perfect every time” Ron Weasley exclaims at one point in book seven - appalled that savage muggles must live in a world where perfection is not instantly at one fingertips. Like every libertarian fantasy come to life magic is for your own use, and your own benefit, and the laws that surround it almost always protect nothing other than wizardly privilege. Those muggles who find themselves with magic are either swiftly absorbed into wizarding culture or persecuted to death, depending on the time. The books never cover what happens to muggle wizards who reject being inducted into a community they never wanted to join, but w all know what happens - a muggle who wanted to go public with magic is arrested and jailed, or memory wiped, and so on. Magic Is Might. Magic Makes Right.There’s a line from a wizarding history book about the Salem witch trials that notes that wizards were never in any danger from the burning because they jsut used a spell that made the fire tickle. It notes that they laughed and pretend to scream.People died in those trials. Wizards’ neighbours were were burned alive - accused of wizardry - and the wizarding world treats it as funny historical trivia. No, don’t worry students - the wizards were all fine! Nobody who mattered died. The wizarding world’s response to the Salem trials was to do nothing. Their response is always protect themselves first regardless of circumstance - the wizarding world is without charity, and is without compassion for those outside its clique.There’s a rebuttal you could make that it’s not like we muggles are all that great on the charity front - wealthy nations could solve world hunger in a day if they chose to, and that’s true. But I’d counter that counter with a point that plenty of people in wealthy countries do try. It’s often not the elite but the downtrodden who do their best to change an unfair system. Poor people give a higher percentage of their income to charity than the wealthy do. Plenty of people protest against the status quo, and demand change for how globalism is bing applied so unevenly.But the wizarding world is monolithic - Hermione, a muggle, never talks of muggle rights. Ron Weasley, allegedly ‘poor,’ never shows solidarity with the destitute. The one goddamn person in the whole serious who seems to care about Muggles - Arthur Weasley - is a buffoon who treats his fellow human beings like aliens. (He also doesn’t study very hard - it’s supposed to be funny when he asks Harry about mundane muggle shit but dude, there’s nothing stopping you from walking to a muggle library and picking up a muggle encyclopedia. What’s an electric plug? Oh look, an entire fourteen pages on electricity. There’s fifty public libraries in Devon and, in the time this book takes place, over five hundred in London where Mr. Weasley worked. I think his befuddlement is supposed to be charming, but as a muggle it’s frankly offensive - he’s the wizarding world equivalent of a weeaboo who thinks he knows Japan because he can tell you every plot point in Bleach but if you ask him about the Diet he’ll tell you he isn’t on one. ARTHUR WEASLEY IS A CULTURE TOURIST AND IT”S OFFENSIVE.Most works of fiction argue that great power brings with it great responsibility, but that isn’t true of Harry Potter. I’ve said this before but it bears repeating: the series single biggest moral failing is that Voldemort’s philosophy is never disproven. He believes Magic Is Might, and Magic Makes Right, He’s correct - forget whatever bafflegab Dumbledore drones on about Harry’s bravery and courage, or the importance of love. Turn on the news, flip to Syria, read about dead children, and your response shouldn’t be ‘well Syrian mothers don’t love their children as much as Lilly Potter did” because it’ nonsense. Lilly Potter loved her son - and also could use magic and had as pell. The series argues that Voldemort underestimated love - but while that’s true, it also disingenuous. He didn’t know there was a goddamn super-crazy-powerful-spell that could use love. I think if he’d known before-hand he’d have been a lot more cautious. I underestimate the power of laughter as a literally fatal weapon, for example, but if it turns out that you can power a cannon with it I’m sure as heck going to reconsider that stance. It’s sounds poetic and meaningful to say that HArry was saved by love - but he was really saved by a spell. The closest the series comes to making good on it power of love is when Narcissa lies about Harry’s death to Voldemort - out of a love for her son - but if some other random Death had done the deed love wouldn’t have meant squat. (That scene always feels so contrived. I love in TLJ when Kylo Ren has his army fire repeatedly on a hated enemy - and he keeps them firing and firing and firing and firing until he’s damn-sure he’s got a corpse on his hand. I think Voldy really should have just been dumping spells on Harry’s prone body - really give into his rage.)For Harry to beat Voldemort, he would have had to prove that Voldemort that he was wrong - that there is a force more powerful than magic. But there isn’t. All the mothers’ love in the world didn’t stop one of the Creevy’s from dying, or one of the Weasleys, and so on. Add magic, though, and shit suddenly love is more than jsut an abstract concept - but what makes it so is magic. Voldemort claim that magic makes wizard’s superior to muggles - and nothing ever proves him wrong. (I don’t want to get into here because this is too long already, but Squibs and social ostracism also feed into that - if you’re a squib, you’re equally inferior. Nobody ever says “Filch is a squib, no wonder he despises the privilege class he has to look over all the time and that all his years here have made him very bitter’ but god damn.)The Second Wizarding War is about a war between two belief systems - not good and evil, but violence and the status quo. Voldemort believes that magic is powerful and that it gives its users the right to rule over the rest of the world. Dumbledor, the Order of the Phoenix, and everyone else who fights for returning the Wizarding World to the status quo believe that magic is powerful and that its gives it users the right to ignore the rest of the world. If you’re a farm child and you got your arm caught in a combine harvester and you lost it, the wizarding world wouldn’t care. It doesn’t matter that, unlike most other fiction, magic doesn’t seem to have any sort of equivalent exchange most of the time - magic doesn’t seem to cost wizards anything other than the few seconds it takes to cast a spell. Wizards can regrow the bones of an arm - probably the whole arm - but do they share it? No. They don’t even capitalize on it - selling it, demanding trade for it. They hide away completely, helping no-on ever.So when I say American Wizards would be Trump supporters if they were paying attention, I don’t say it because I believe that American Wizards canonically denounce Muslims or are big supporters of sexual harassment. I say it because what Trump stands for is what they stand for - isolationism, selfishness, self-absorption, a cutting off of the world and helping only your own. A morality system that treats altruism as morally indefensible. There’s a Bioshock AU out there where Rapture was populated entirely by Potter wizards - is a wizard’s not entitled to the sweat of his brow?Harry Potter is a wizarding hero, but is he everyone’s hero? Is his support for the Wizarding World’s status quo much more laudable that support for Voldemort - or is it a case of lesser evil, of choosing the uncaring over the actively aggressive? Why are wizards any better than Jeff Bezos, say - unimaginably powerful, utterly self-serving. ‘Muggles would want wizards to use magic to make their lives better’ - why is that a bad thing? Why is magic only for the benefit of those born into magical privilege?In conclusion, Arthur Weasley needs to check his privileged wizardboo ass and not treat my magic-less culture like its goddamn quaint and charming.
#Harry Potter#arthur weasley#voldemort#potterverse#argus filch#magic#squib#j.k. rowling#trump#america#bioshock#weeaboo
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If the New York Times is to be believed – a problematic proposition – then it looks as if Trump Derangement Syndrome has gone international. In a front page article headlined “As Trump Era Dawns, A Sense of Uncertainty Grips the World,” we are told:
“The Germans are angry. The Chinese are downright furious. Leaders of NATO are nervous, while their counterparts at the European Union are alarmed.”
Oh heavens-to-Betsy, whatever shall we do?
So what’s the source of this latest Trumpanic? It’s an interview with Tory mandarin Michael Gove and Kai Diekmann, a former editor of the German newspaper Bild, in which the President-elect reiterates what he’s been saying to the American people for the past year, and on the basis of which he won the election: US foreign policy is going to change, and in a big way.
However, to Times reporter Steve Erlanger, this all comes as a big revelation, evidence that “Trump has again focused his penchant for disruption on the rest of the world.” Oh, the poor babies! Perhaps they need to find a safe space in which to park themselves for the next four-to-eight years.
This being the Times, there’s the requisite Russia-baiting:
“No one knows where exactly he is headed – except that the one country he is not criticizing is Russia and its president, Vladimir V. Putin. For now. And that he is an enthusiastic cheerleader of Brexit and an unaffiliated Britain. For now.”
If this reads like a paragraph torn out of one of the Hillary Clinton campaign’s strategy memos, well then consider the source. And speaking of the source, what exactly did Trump say in this supposedly “disruptive” interview that has the Powers That Be in such a tizzy?
They ask him about Brexit, and he endorses it, as he has in the past. They ask him if he’d vote for Angela Merkel in the upcoming German elections, and he demurs: “I don’t know who she’s running against.” Besides which, isn’t it a bit unseemly for an American President-elect to endorse a candidate for office in a foreign country? It surely would be in bad taste if the situation were reversed. They press him on Merkel’s open invitation to the entire nation of Syria to emigrate to Germany: was it “insane,” as he said during the campaign? Or has he changed his mind for some reason? He reiterates his often-stated view that “it was a big mistake for Germany,” and then broadens out his answer to include an analysis of the regional chaos caused by the administration of George W. Bush, whom he doesn’t mention by name but it’s clear where he places the blame:
“Look, this whole thing should never have happened. Iraq should not have been attacked in the first place, all right? It was one of the worst decisions, possibly the worst decision ever made in the history of our country. We’ve unleashed – it’s like throwing rocks into a beehive. It’s one of the great messes of all time. I looked at something, uh, I’m not allowed to show you because it’s classified – but, I just looked at Afghanistan and you look at the Taliban – and you take a look at every, every year its more, more, more, you know they have the different colours – and you say, you know – what’s going on?”
Those pathetic Republican “foreign policy experts” who are now complaining about being on an “enemies list” kept by the Trump transition team deserve to be on that list: they, after all, were the architects of the ongoing disaster described by Trump, and he clearly doesn’t care to reward failure. This is precisely why the GOP foreign policy Establishment campaigned so hard against him: that these losers are now locked out of the administration is good news indeed.
More good news: Trump is taking direct and very public aim at their patrons, the Military-Industrial Complex that Dwight David Eisenhower so presciently warned us against. Even as he pledges to upgrade the US military, the President-elect clearly knows who his enemies are:
“Boeing and Lockheed Martin are you know big contractors for this country and we have an F-35 program that has been very, very severely over budget and behind schedule. Hundreds of billions of dollars over budget and seven years behind schedule. And, uh, they got to shape up.”
Employees of both Boeing and Lockheed-Martin gave record amounts to the Clinton campaign: indeed, the entire industry went for Hillary in a big way.
Asked about his top priority as commander-in-chief, Trump had one word to say: “ISIS.” Asked how he’d deal with ISIS, he demurred. Yet it isn’t at all hard to imagine what his strategy will be: he’s not saying we should “get along with Russia” because he’s a secret Putinite, as our crazed conspiracy theorists would have it. Clearly he means to enlist Russia’s support in what he envisions as a short but effective campaign to eliminate ISIS entirely, at least when it comes to the Syrian “Caliphate.” After all, Russia is already in Syria in a big way: and Trump’s hostility to the Obama administration’s campaign to overthrow Syrian strongman Bashar al-Assad indicates he’s likely to align with both Syria and Russia to restore some sort of order to the region. As to what degree he’ll farm out this task to the Russians and the Syrians, we’ll see. We’ll also see how “quick” this joint campaign will be: history does not bode well, in any case. Yet it’s clear he wants to minimize our involvement.
This segues into what is the most controversial part of the interview:
“Q: Talking about Russia, you know that Angela Merkel understands Putin very well because he is fluent in German, she is fluent in Russian, and they have known each other for a long time – but who would you trust more, Angela Merkel or Vladimir Putin?
“Trump: Well, I start off trusting both – but let’s see how long that lasts. It may not last long at all.”
Oh, how the “experts” and the political class went ballistic over that one! How dare Trump equate our “ally” Germany with our evil “adversary,” the perfidious Putin! And yet the reality is that neither Germany nor Russia is inherently either friend or foe: they are simply actors on the world stage whose relations to the US are based entirely on what is in America’s interests. As George Washington warned in his Farewell Address:
“[N]othing is more essential than that permanent, inveterate antipathies against particular nations, and passionate attachments for others, should be excluded; and that, in place of them, just and amicable feelings towards all should be cultivated.”
Trump’s “realist” value-free characterization of our relations with the leaders of both Germany and Russia represents a return to the foreign policy of the Founders, from which we have strayed to our great detriment. It is, as Trump proclaimed so often during the campaign, a foreign policy that puts America first.
As he’s being interrogated by a Brit and a German, much of the interview deals with Europe, and specifically policy toward Russia. Asked if he can “understand why eastern Europeans fear Putin and Russia,” he says “Sure, oh sure,” and then goes very quickly into a critique of NATO, which he says is “obsolete.” It’s obvious he thinks the fears of the east Europeans are vastly overblown, as indeed they are. Trump complains that “the countries aren’t paying their fair share. So we’re supposed to protect countries but a lot of these countries aren’t paying what they’re supposed to be paying, which I think is very unfair to the United States. With that being said, NATO is very important to me.”
Yes, but how important is “very important” in TrumpWorld? Europe’s welfare cases shudder as they contemplate the answer.
Gove avers that “Britain is paying,” and Trump agrees, but says: “There’s five countries that are paying what they’re supposed to. Five. It’s not much, from twenty-two.” And as Trump no doubt realizes, the costs of NATO involve more than money: we are obligated to defend twenty-two countries in case they are attacked. That’s twenty-two tripwires that could set off a major war: the price of that is incalculable. Is it worth it?
Trump clearly has his doubts, and it’s this that has the Euro-weenies in an uproar. After all, they’ve been coasting along on Uncle Sam’s dime for all these years, financing extensive welfare programs for their own citizens as well as a horde of migrants: the idea that the gravy train is going to dry up has them up in arms.
And of course the issue of NATO is really about the Russian question – is Putin really intent on annexing his “near abroad” and re-establishing the Soviet empire? This nonsensical fantasy, based on nothing but rejuvenated cold war hysteria, is clearly doubted by Trump and his advisors. So when he’s asked if he supports the continuation of European sanctions against Russia, Trump replies:
“Well, I think you know – people have to get together and people have to do what they have to do in terms of being fair. OK? They have sanctions on Russia – let’s see if we can make some good deals with Russia. For one thing, I think nuclear weapons should be way down and reduced very substantially, that’s part of it. But you do have sanctions and Russia’s hurting very badly right now because of sanctions, but I think something can happen that a lot of people are gonna benefit.”
In short: sanctions can be ended as part of a grand bargain with Russia to reduce nuclear weapons arsenals on both sides and guarantee European security. Ambitious? – Yes. Praiseworthy? – Certainly. Can he do it? Only by overcoming the War Party’s opposition in Congress, led by Mad John McCain and joined by the now-Russophobic war-crazed Democrats out to obstruct anything and everything Trump does, even at the cost of world peace.
It’s absolutely wonderful how Trump’s offhand remarks rub the commentariat the wrong way, especially because what he says is indisputable. Asked which number he dials if he wants to talk to Europe – a riff off a remark by Henry Kissinger – he names Merkel on the grounds that “you look at the European Union and it’s Germany. Basically a vehicle for Germany. That’s why I thought the UK was so smart in getting out.”
Zing! Poor Angela Merkel – she can’t get no respect!
Elaborating his view of the EU, Trump averred:
“People, countries want their own identity and the UK wanted its own identity but, I do believe this, if they hadn’t been forced to take in all of the refugees, so many, with all the problems that it, you know, entails, I think that you wouldn’t have a Brexit. It probably could have worked out but, this was the final straw, this was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I think people want, people want their own identity, so if you ask me, others, I believe others will leave.”
We can’t forget that the interviewers are Europeans who have been sucking at the American teat since the end of World War II, as one of the final questions makes all too clear:
“Your policy platform of America First implies you’re happy to see the rest of the world suffer. Do you?”
Spoken like a true dependent, and yet Trump lit right into them with the unvarnished truth:
“I don’t want it to be a disruption – I love the world, I want the world to be good but we can’t go – I mean look at what’s happening to our country – we are $20 trillion [in debt] – we don’t know what we’re doing – our military is weak – we’re in wars that never end, we’re in Afghanistan now 17 years … it’s the longest war we’ve ever been in.”
Endless wars, endless payments to feckless “allies,” endless hectoring by these ungrateful wretches who accuse us of wanting to “see the rest of the world suffer” – Trump would put an end to all this, and I have no doubt that the American people support him wholeheartedly. Shall we take a poll on the popularity of the US bearing the brunt of Europe’s “defense” against an enemy that disappeared in 1989? Shall we have a national referendum on the prospect of going to war over whether Montenegro – a nation the size of the metropolitan New York area – shall have a “pro-Western” government?
If you wonder why our “intelligence community” is waging open warfare against the forty-fifth President of these United States, you have only to look at this interview. He is challenging the “liberal” international order which has paid out liberal amounts of moolah and unearned prestige to a whole class of government contractors, thinktank poobahs, useless spooks, and their ancillary business enterprises for decades.
Without this “international order,” we’re told, the world will be plunged into “uncertainty,” if not complete chaos. This is a lie. The only uncertainty that Trump’s America First foreign policy imposes is uncertainty as to where the war profiteers’ next meal ticket is coming from. And that, dear reader, is a cause not for panic but for celebration.
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‘Can Any of These People Beat Trump?’
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‘Can Any of These People Beat Trump?’
DES MOINES, Iowa—Anderson Cooper commences the presidential primary debate in Westerville, Ohio, by asking Elizabeth Warren whether Democrats should bother impeaching President Donald Trump given that voters will decide his fate at the ballot box a year from now. It’s a layered question, one every candidate is eager to take a swing at. Sensing as much, the achromatic CNN anchor assures Warren’s neighbors onstage they’ll get a chance. “You’re all going to get in on this,” Cooper says.
Nearly 700 miles away, seated at a faux mahogany table inside Room 209 of the Embassy Suites in downtown Des Moines, one viewer struggles to suppress his frustration. “Oh, that’s good to know,” Michael Bennet says, his cheeks stuffed with pizza, slapping the table as he addresses Cooper’s image on the television 10 feet away. “We’re all going to get in on this.”
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The Westerville gathering features a record-setting swarm of candidates—12—but Bennet, a Colorado senator, is not one of them. Lagging far behind his primary opponents in fundraising and struggling to break 1 percent in most national and state polls, Bennet failed to meet the criteria set by the Democratic National Committee to qualify for a podium. So, instead of standing before the cameras and speaking to an audience of millions around the world, Bennet is sitting with me, munching on Fong’s street taco pizza, sipping a Lagunitas IPA from the bottle and wondering why Beto O’Rourke belongs onstage and he doesn’t.
“We’re tied, you know,” Bennet says, nodding toward the former Texas congressman. He flashes a grin. “Or at least within the margin of error.”
Bennet’s failure to earn entrée to the event owes mainly to his manifest limitations as a candidate. He scarcely exudes charisma. He struggles to hit rhetorical high notes. He does not look or dress the part of a presidential contender.
At the same time, Bennet’s absence from the limelight Tuesday evening—and those very weaknesses that are to blame—reflects an alarming truth about the state of modern politics.
It’s true Bennet will never make a crowd swoon or send chills down an Iowa caucusgoer’s spine. It’s also true he would probably make a fine president. In the decade he has served in the U.S. Senate, Bennet has earned the reputation of a sober-minded, results-oriented workhorse, someone who is smart and studied and reliably well-prepared. The 54-year-old former school superintendent is a liberal—there is no questioning this among his peers—but wherever there is a battle being waged, whether over immigration or gun control or climate change, Bennet can be found in the deal-making trenches, laboring to build a bipartisan coalition in pursuit of a workable outcome rather than lobbing bombs from the safety of an ideological bunker.
The instincts that guide Bennet—being pragmatic, deliberative, restrained—are what many Americans say are precisely what’s needed to run the White House. But now, perhaps more than ever, those instincts are the opposite of what’s needed towinthe White House. Once upon a time, there was a limited return on investing in outrage and demagoguery; statesmen were in high demand no matter the supply. That’s no longer the case, and not simply because a celebrity showman named Donald Trump is president of the United States. The painful reality of this political moment slides over Bennet like a barbed-wire blanket as he flops onto the couch and kicks off his faded brown dress shoes, preparing for a three-hour reality-television show that will help determine who leads the free world.
All the more irksome to Bennet is the fact that five of his fellow senators are staring back at him from beneath the bright lights; he is the only member of the “world’s greatest deliberative body” seeking a promotion who is excluded from the festivities. Not only that, but the one whose brand of campaigning disturbs him the most—Warren, a Massachusetts populist—is continuing to evade questions about how she would pay for a “Medicare for All” program estimated to cost tens of trillions of dollars. Bennet predicted this would happen, and now, leaning forward in his seat, he shakes his head at Warren’s refusal to acknowledge her intent to raise taxes on working- and middle-class Americans. “At least Bernie’s been honest about it,” Bennet says. “The general election is too late for us to find out how Elizabeth is going to pay for these things.”
At one point, when pressed by the moderators to give a yes-or-no answer to that question, Warren dodges yet again—and Bennet lets escape an audible groan. The Massachusetts senator says she knows what voters care about, having hosted scores of town hall meetings, visited 27 states and taken 70,000 selfies, “which must be the new measure of democracy,” she quips.
Bennet falls back into the couch. “I hope not,” he sighs.
A little while later, as the debate goes to its first commercial break, Bennet stands up and wanders over to the door. “Let’s see if the people downstairs are watching,” he says, turning the handle and stepping out to the balcony. The senator glances one floor down to the open atrium of the hotel, where a large crowd is gathered, drinks in hand, staring up at a massive television screen. “Baseball,” Bennet says, pumping a fist.
But what if theywerewatching? What would be their takeaway from the first hour? What isBennet’stakeaway, as a voter and as a presidential candidate?
He sits down and thinks, taking more than 30 seconds to ponder. Finally, he shrugs. “More taxes.”
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“I don’t get it,” Bennet says, arching an eyebrow. “Why is this her …thing?”
Now he’s talking about Tulsi Gabbard, the Hawaii congresswoman whose support for Syrian dictator Bashar Assad continues to be a source of curiosity within the Democratic Party. She is denouncing the presence of American troops in the Middle East and blaming the U.S. for its part in a supposed “regime-change war” in Syria. Bennet cannot fathom Gabbard’s position, nor can he understand the appeal she holds with whatever thin slice of the primary electorate propelled her onto Tuesday night’s stage.
“How much does it piss you off,” I ask, “that she’s onstage and you’re sitting here with me?”
He forces a smile. “I just miss Marianne Williamson.”
Indeed, with the self-help guru sidelined from Tuesday’s event, the designation of strangest participant belongs to Tom Steyer, the billionaire activist who effectively bought his way into the event and made no real impression other than to leave Twitter talking about his Christmas-choir necktie. At one point, when Steyer uses the phrase “frenemies” in discussing U.S. foreign policy, Bennet glances from side to side, as if to make sure we had heard the same thing, then puts on his glasses and burrows into his iPhone, muttering something indiscernible.
And then there is O’Rourke. It doesn’t seem the Colorado senator has anything personal against the former Texas congressman; it’s just that Bennet, like many Democrats, is annoyed with what they see as O’Rourke’s habit of staking out irrational policy positions for the sake of going viral, saddling the party and its eventual nominee with baggage that won’t easily be shed. The most recent example was O’Rourke pledging at an LGBTQ forum to strip the tax-exempt status of churches that refuse to marry same-sex couples, a flagrantly unconstitutional idea with the potential to alienate white conservatives and black liberals alike. But Bennet is still hung up on O’Rourke’s line from the last presidential debate: “Hell yes, we are going to take your AR-15, your AK-47.”
A few days after that debate, Bennet recalls, he was meeting with a group of blue-collar labor Democrats in New Hampshire. The group’s leader asked him, “Why are you talking about taking our guns?” When Bennet responded it was just one person, the man pushed back. Because nobody else on the stage challenged O’Rourke, the man said, they were perceived as agreeing with his stance. Bennet walked away from the exchange dazed and deeply concerned.
The irony is, Bennet isn’t a moderate on guns. He supports an assault-weapons ban and wants to outlaw high-capacity magazines. Coming from “a Western, pro-Second Amendment state” that implemented extensive gun-control measures after the mass shootings in Columbine and Aurora, Bennet believes there is a blueprint for the federal government to follow. But it requires building broad consensus and winning incremental battles, he says, starting with universal background checks, taking the long view of a problem that won’t be solved with sound bites or campaign slogans.
Looking on as Pete Buttigieg clashes with O’Rourke over this very topic, Bennet says he sides with the South Bend, Indiana, mayor. “I’m not saying, Don’t think about the big things,’” Bennet explains. “But we’ve got to focus on what we can do first.”
The discussion surrounding guns, Bennet fears, is symptomatic of a broader illness in today’s political climate. “This is becoming a competition to out-do each other in the Twitterverse, instead of actually addressing the problem,” he says. Noting how he’s held 10 years’ worth of town hall meetings and talked with thousands of gun-control activists, he says “90 percent of them” are focused on passing universal background checks—a readily attainable goal that has enormous public support. But now, because of the confiscation talk, “Trump can just say, ‘They’re all going to take your guns away,’” Bennet says, turning the discussion into a zero-sum game. “And the labor guys in Iowa and New Hampshire, that’s what they say. I just heard the same thing in Reno: ‘You’re going to take our guns away.’”
This, Bennet fears, is how Trump might luck into a second term. Oh, sure, the president will continue to scare moderates and independents with his erratic behavior. But Bennet wonders if Democrats might scare them even more—what with talk of seizing guns, banning fracking, guaranteeing health coverage to undocumented immigrants, raising taxes across the board, imposing political litmus tests on churches, and of course, eliminating private insurance for more than 150 million people.
“Just listen to this debate,” Bennet says, motioning toward the television. “Medicare for All shouldn’t even have made it to the debate stage. I mean, we’re a free country, and that’s fine. But of the Democrats who won in 2018, in those suburban districts, all but one person won their primary running on the public option—againstcandidates who supported Medicare for All. I understand this has been Bernie’s thing forever. But for some of the leading candidates to sign on to his bill gave it legitimacy. It’s just…”
He drifts off, shaking his head.
“We’re going to pick a policy we can’t even unify Democrats around, much less bring in others who could support it from the outside. Which means we’ll wind up fighting a losing battle for that instead of achieving the other stuff,” Bennet adds. “That’s not catering to the people I talk to at town halls; it’s for the people on Twitter and the people on cable news at night.”
As the debate approaches the two-hour mark, Bennet goes silent, gazing emotionlessly at the television for a prolonged stretch. Finally, I ask what’s on his mind. “I’m sitting here thinking, ‘Who can beat Trump?’” he says. “Can any of these people beat Trump?”
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What gets under Bennet’s skin, as he watches the debate unfold, is how Warren and Sanders implicitly cast their rivals as timid or beholden to the status quo because of fundamental policy disagreements. It’s a running theme of the 2020 primary competition, and for the first time Tuesday, several of the candidates, such as Buttigieg and Minnesota Senator Amy Klobuchar, push back forcefully.
Bennet was glad to see it—not just because he is a centrist at heart, but because he has grown suspicious of the business model associated with ideological purity. “I’m not sure this is about progressive vs. nonprogressive,” he says. “I think it’s about what will satisfy the social media interests on a given day.”
What does that mean? Do some of the Democrats not really believe what they’re proposing?
He opens another IPA and takes a swig. “If someone is proposing free college, which is a regressive policy, or debt forgiveness, which is a regressive policy—.” He stops and shakes his head. “I mean, single-payer, that’s been a progressive view forever. But now it’s embodied by Bernie’s very particular Medicare for All, which is an actual legislative proposal that has become the emblem for whether you’re woke or not woke, or progressive or not progressive during this primary.”
He continues, “The equities that are being satisfied are the responses that you get on social media and your ability to raise money on the internet. And that has led to people offering up policies that—.” He stops himself again. “You know, when Obama ran in 2008, there was an outer edge, because that political market could only bear so much. But this political Twitter market can never bear too much; the more extreme you are, the more rewarded you are.”
When I mention the cautionary tale of what has become of the modern Republican Party, Bennet acknowledges the parallels. But he sees one key difference. “Trump and McConnell don’t need a functioning democracy to achieve what they’re trying to achieve. Trump doesn’t care whether he has a functioning democracy or not, and McConnell doesn’t need one because it’s all about putting judges on the courts,” the senator says. “But if you actually want to fix the health care system, or deal with climate, or do the other things we want to do, you have to have a durable coalition of people that support you. … There’s been a complete breakdown in our exercise in self-governance. And that has created a vacuum into which the anti-government impulses of the country have flown, and now, the overpromising impulses have flown.”
Bennet says it wasn’t always this way. Reaching for the book he authored, “The Land of Flickering Lights,” he shares a passage describing how President Ronald Reagan worked with Democrats to pass critical bipartisan legislation and fortify the public’s confidence in government. He doesn’t seem to recognize the irony of giving a long, academic recitation—reading from a book, glasses over his nose—after acknowledging the political imperative of going viral.
What Bennet finds himself wondering these days is whether Democrats can win—much less govern—by pledging to do merely the possible. Whether they will be rewarded for telling voters what they need to hear, instead of what they want to hear.
“Barack Obama tried to do that, and that’s not ancient history,” Bennet says hopefully.
Isn’t it?
He thinks for a moment, then practically leaps from his seat, as though a light bulb hasn’t merely gone off but overheated and shattered inside of his brain. “Maybe it is. Maybe it is. Maybe it is. Because Barack Obama tried to do that, and he was rewarded with complete intransigence by the other side. He used to say when he was running for reelection that ‘the fever will break’ after he won reelection. But the fever has never broken. Not only has it not broken, Trump’s now in charge,” he says. “I think the real question for our democracy is, can our exercise in pluralism really continue under these circumstances?”
Bennet swears he’s an optimist; it’s what gets him out of bed in the morning. But as our conversation progresses, with the debate flickering toward its closing minutes, the senator sounds as pessimistic as any politician I’ve spoken with in the Trump era.
“We’ve been terribly careless with our democracy. I believe that Donald Trump could not get hired in almost any business in America—the HR implications alone would be enough not to hire him, not to mention you couldn’t listen to him all day long if you were at an insurance company or a loading dock. Like, ‘This fucking guy!’” Bennet sighs, throwing up his hands. “The only way he could get elected is we have sufficiently degraded view of our political institutions that we’re willing to put a guy in charge who we would never put in charge of anything else. And why? Because we want to blow the place up. And the conversations I have with people who voted for Trump is, ‘Congratulations, you achieved your objective. Now what?’”
Bennet glances at the television. His Democratic peers are entertaining the question of whether they would consider packing the Supreme Court. “And this is making it worse!” he growls, wagging a finger at the monitor.
Just then, right on cue, Cooper asks the candidates about the emerging divide in the party—on questions of ideology, but also of tactics. Former Vice President Joe Biden takes the opportunity to criticize the progressives flanking him, Sanders and Warren, singling out the latter for being “vague” about her plans. Bennet nods along in agreement. But he also winces during the remarks, as he has several times earlier in the night, an apparent reaction to Biden’s choppy and stilted speech pattern. It’s clear Bennet aligns himself with Biden on a great many issues. But it’s also clear Bennet, and at least a few others in the center-left space, wouldn’t be running if Biden were regarded as an imposing political force at 76 years old.
Responding to Biden’s critique of the left’s ability to defeat Trump, Sanders argued the 2020 election would be won by bringing in new voters. Bennet cannot stomach this assertion. “But do you bring them in with false promises?” he asks. “Is there another way of exciting people and getting them involved besides making false promises? I don’t know. But when you do make false promises, and they never get accomplished, it just breeds more cynicism. That’s how we got here.”
Bennet is growing more impatient. His dark hair, once neatly combed to the side, is frayed from his hands running through it; his pale blue shirt, once crisply ironed, is disheveled and mostly untucked. Finishing his beer and walking over to the door, Bennet glances down at the crowd and the big screen. “Still baseball,” he smiles.
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Surely, there is every temptation to quit—to get back to Colorado, to sleep in his own bed, to spend more time with his family, to stop slogging from one small town to another, meeting with crowds of 10 or 20 in hopes of planting a seed that might sprout months later under the most unlikely of conditions.
Every politician has an ego; Bennet is no exception. Still, for the U.S. senator who refused to be photographed for the cover of his own book—surely a first in the annals of presidential campaigning—it seems there’s more at stake than personal vanity. Bennet is convincing when he says he’s genuinely concerned. It’s not simply about a country that’s losing its way, he says, but about a party that might snatch defeat from the jaws of victory in 2020.
“The people who have promised to deliver undeliverable things have had the jump on the rest of us. But the people in Iowa and New Hampshire, I think, are trying to figure out one thing, which is: How do we beat Donald Trump?” Bennet says. “That’s the question they’re trying to answer. And if I can hang in there long enough, and there’s change at the top of this field, there may be an opportunity to say, ‘Here I am.’”
Bennet knows he may never get the opportunity. But if he does—if things break just right, if Biden falters and neither Buttigieg nor Klobuchar nor any of the other moderates coalesce the support of the center-left—it would present the starkest of contrasts. Sure, on the substance, Warren or Sanders would represent the sharpest possible departure from the incumbent. But as a matter of style, of tone and of temperament, it’s fair to say Bennet is the antithesis of Trump. Making that argument might be his last best hope—assuming he can refine it.
“He’s incredible,” Bennet says of the president. “He’s got, ‘Build the wall.’ He’s got, ‘Lock her up.’ He’s got, ‘Make America Great Again.’ He’s got, ‘Drain the swamp.’”
What about Bennet?
He shrugs, staring ahead. “I got nothing.”
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Trump Defended Abandoning The Kurds And Made No Sense While Doing It
President Donald Trump defended his decision to move US troops out of the way of a Turkish invasion of Syria last week in a press conference that was, even for him, baffling in the number of fabrications, historical errors, and outright weird shit that came from his mouth.
Trump, never one to moderate his speech in front of the press, was in rare form on Tuesday. As he stood next to Italian President Sergio Mattarella at the White House, he went from a monotone delivery as the pair read off their prepared statements to combative and energized as they took questions from the assembled reporters.
Earlier in the day, Trump made clear he had no regrets about letting the Turkish armed forces attack members of the Syrian Democratic Forces, who were the main US allies on the ground in the fight against ISIS in Syria. Turkey’s incursion has “nothing to do with us,” he said, before insisting that the Kurds who make up the bulk of the SDF “are no angels.”
He doubled down on that in response to the first question tossed his way:
They’ve been warring for many years. It’s unnatural for us, but it’s sort of natural for them. They fight and they fight long and they fight hard and they’ve been fighting Syria for a long time and on the border. That’s the border with Syria. I say, why are we protecting Syria’s land? [Syrian President Bashar al-Assad is] not a friend of ours. Why are we protecting their land?
And Syria also has a relationship with the Kurds, who, by the way, are no angels, okay? Who is an angel? There aren’t too many around.
But Syria has a relationship with the Kurds, so they’ll come in for their border and they’ll fight. They may bring partners in. They could bring Russia in, and I say welcome to it. Russia went into Afghanistan when it was the Soviet Union and it became Russia. It became a much smaller country because of Afghanistan.
You can overextend, you can do a lot of things. But frankly if Russia is going to help in protecting the Kurds, that’s a good thing, not a bad thing. Syria doesn’t want Turkey to take its land. I can understand that. What does that have to do with the United States of America? Syria does have a relationship with the Kurds.
In that section alone, which, again, was in response to the first question, there’s a lot to unpack. We have Trump pushing a narrative that implies that for those people over there, the brown ones, fighting is “natural” and there’s nothing the more civilized countries of the world can do about it. He claims that Syria will be the protectors of the Kurds, even after the Kurds were fighting against Assad’s rule and setting up a territory of their own until Trump’s decision last week. And he said yet again that the Soviet Union only “became a much smaller country” because of its invasion of Afghanistan — despite that not really being the case at all.
But it quickly got even worse when Trump said this:
The PKK, which is a part of the Kurds, as you know, is probably worse at terror and more of a terrorist threat in many ways than ISIS.
Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan could not be any happier about those words coming from Trump. It’s been his country’s position for years that the Kurdish separatists represent a true threat to Turkey’s security, scolding the US for its partnership with the branch that made up the SDF and warning of dire consequences. Now here’s the president of the United States saying, Yes, this group is just as bad as the one that required a global coalition to stop it in its tracks.
The ongoing fighting between Turkey and the PKK, or the Kurdistan Workers’ Party, is a real concern — it has been since a ceasefire collapsed in 2015, even as Turkey has cracked down on Kurdish citizens and sympathizers in response. But the PKK has not carried out an attack in Europe for decades, or expanded into Afghanistan like ISIS has. And that doesn’t cancel out the Kurds fighting in Syria’s feelings of betrayal after an estimated 10,000 of them died in the war against ISIS.
Jonathan Karl, ABC’s White House correspondent, asked: “You don’t think the country’s worried about ISIS? You mentioned earlier you think some of the countries might hate ISIS more than the United States.”
Trump answered that because ISIS is 7,000 miles away, the US doesn’t need to worry about it; it’s totally fine if Russia handles it:
Absolutely. Russia hates ISIS as much as the United States does. Iran hates ISIS. I mean, we’re fighting a war for Russia, we’re fighting a war for Iran? You look at Syria. Syria hates ISIS. We’re over there killing ISIS. Don’t forget, we’re 7,000 miles — so we’re killing ISIS, we’re 7,000 miles away. Russia is much closer. Iran is right there, Turkey is right there. They all hate ISIS. Turkey a little bit less so, but the others very much. Russia had a plane blown up by ISIS. Russia wants nothing to do with ISIS. Russia’s tough. They can kill ISIS just as well, and they happen to be in their neighborhood.
All I’m saying is this, I’m not going to lose potentially thousands and tens of thousands of American soldiers fighting a war between Turkey and Syria. Syria’s not our friend. Assad is not our friend. That’s the way it goes.
(Rep. Liz Cheney reportedly pushed back on that comment in a meeting with Trump later on Wednesday, reminding him that the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks had come from people 7,000 miles away.)
And when asked about criticism at home from erstwhile supporters like Sen. Lindsey Graham, Trump turned his full ire on the Republican senator, urging him to get back to running the Senate Judiciary Committee and, well, investigating conspiracy theories like “Spygate”:
Lindsey Graham would like to stay in the Middle East for the next thousand years with thousands of soldiers fighting other people’s wars. I want to get out of the Middle East.
Lindsey should focus on … the do-nothing Democrats, as I call them. They’re getting nothing done. They’re not getting USMCA done between Canada, the United States, and Mexico. They’re getting nothing done.
I think Lindsey should focus on Judiciary. He ought to find out about what happened with Comey, what happened with McCabe, Lisa [Page], what happened with Peter Strzok, what happened with President Obama, what happened with Brennan. That’s what Lindsey ought to focus on. That’s what the people of South Carolina want him to focus on.
The people of South Carolina don’t want us to get into a war with Turkey, a NATO member, or with Syria. Let them fight their own wars. They’ve been fighting for a thousand years. Let them fight their own wars. The people of South Carolina want to see those troops come home. I won an election based on that. Whether it’s good or bad, that’s the way it is. And if you look at this country, I’d be willing to bet anything, political instinct, that that’s what the country wants.
As he was putting that out there, Graham was busy grilling Brian Hook, a senior State Department official, about Trump’s decision. It did not go well for Hook.
Meanwhile, Trump continued on to claim that US troops have been in Syria for…a decade? (US forces were first deployed to Syria to take on ISIS in 2015.) And he then insisted that, because the US has the biggest military in the world, “We’re the boss”:
We were supposed to be in Syria for one month. That was 10 years ago. And we’ve been a police force. It’s time to bring our soldiers back home. That’s the way it is. We’ve had no soldiers injured or hurt. That’s because I’m president. We’re the boss. Just remember that. We have the most powerful military in the world by far.
But all of that pales in comparison to Trump’s letter to Erdogan, released Wednesday afternoon, to the point that the baffling things he said in his press conference will likely be forgotten by tomorrow.
And the historians of the world wept.
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WWE's Saudi Arabia Nightmare
For a family which craves mainstream coverage and acceptance, the McMahons sure do screw it up when they get what they want.
There was, of course, the peevish defensive crouch they adopted when Chris Benoit murdered his family. That followed on from the steroid trial of the early 90s, which cast such a long shadow on the McMahon family legend that Stephanie McMahon compared it to 9/11. Dead wrestlers, drugs, and money can make the missteps of a normal person turn into grotesquerie.
But maybe nothing the McMahons have fucked up compares to the current pickle they’re in with Saudi Arabia in the wake of journalist Jamal Khashoggi’s apparent murder and dismemberment in Istanbul.
A brief recap of WWE’s sordid part in all of this. The new-ish Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, Mohammed bin Salman, went on a propaganda blitz to show that he, as the new power behind the throne, was dedicated to modernizing the kingdom. Women would be allowed to drive. The economy would be diversified from its hyper-focus on oil extraction and refining and a woman was appointed head of the Saudi stock exchange.
The effort was dubbed Vision 2030 and the Western press ate it up. Wet gasbag Thomas Friedman, whose most celebrated line will be about how the world is flat when it should be that time when he told Arabs to "suck on this," dropped an embarrassing hagiography of bin Salman in the New York Times. CNN, Fox, MSNBC, NPR, everyone ate it up in a unified voice of affirmation we don’t usually get outside of major wars.
There was just one problem: it was mostly false. The war in Yemen, a truly monstrous, one-sided conflict led by the Saudis against their poorer neighbor, raged on and intensified. Women could drive, but the activists who got them there sure did remain in prison. Qatar was isolated, blockaded, and threatened with the building of a canal to physically isolate the state from the mainland. The Saudis kept crucifying people and threatened Canada with a second 9/11. If you’re a fan of the most meager of incremental progress, you probably love this—hence Friedman’s obsequiousness, as a man who loves to trumpet baby steps as giant leaps. If you hope for a little more, especially in light of just how terrible Saudi Arabia is for at least half its population, this was thin gruel.
Enter WWE. Saudi Arabia paid the promotion a purported $40-50 million in an effort to show how modern Vision 2030 was, with the cash concentrated around a gaudy, glorified house show called The Greatest Royal Rumble. No big deal, WWE does shows in the Middle East on a semi-regular basis, particularly when putting on a show for the troops. Besides, the Saudis paid for monster truck rallies, too. It didn’t seem particularly fraught for WWE to up its presence.
As it turned out, WWE did quite a lot more than just run a show. In the weeks leading up to GRR, the love for the Saudi government reached nauseating, propagandic levels. Michael Cole bleated on endlessly about the jewel of the Middle East and how wonderful bin Salman was. Vision 2030 was mentioned by name, and its buzzwords were so present and cloying that it felt as obvious as when the announcers plug KFC or Starburst between matches.
As proof of what a sham the whole thing was, no women were allowed to wrestle at the show, missing out on a big payday and the supposed visibility which was supposed to modernize Saudi Arabia in the first place. Sami Zayn, who’s Syrian-Canadian and makes a big social media effort to donate to humanitarian causes in Syria, was likewise not present at the show. It was such transparent hokum that it seemed too much even for pro wrestling.
WWE had their money and an ongoing agreement to do more, like Crown Jewel, on November 2nd. Shawn Michaels was even coming out of retirement for a tag match with Triple H against The Undertaker and Kane (who’s the GOP mayor of Knox County in Tennessee). Granted, Shawn Michaels isn’t going to come out of retirement for anything that matters, like a match with former student Daniel Bryan or modern day version of himself AJ Styles, but filthy lucre is what pro wrestling is all about. In any event, the Saudi government living perpetually in the past pretty much captures Riyadh exactly so the match makes perfect sense. It was all going swimmingly and WWE made big bucks, even if it was a little gross. But what’s a little grossness in pro wrestling?
Then the Saudis had to go and (probably) kill a dissident, US-based journalist and saw him into pieces.
This is the shitstorm WWE is now in, and it’s one of their own making. As people and companies drop out of the Vision 2030 effort by ditching conferences and sponsorships, WWE finds itself in a bind of its own making. The story is developing rapidly, at a pace of new stuff every few hours, and not a bit of it is good. WWE made Last Week Tonight, where John Oliver went hard in an extended monologue about Mohammed bin Salman by doing the meanest thing possible: simply showing WWE clips mentioning Saudi Arabia without commentary. That, in turn, made TIME, and WWE is back in the mainstream for all the wrong reasons.
WWE has stopped talking about Crown Jewel, but it is still on. The workers have been uniformly silent on the matter, though Bryan Alvarez reports that there’s significant unease backstage. It’s a disaster, yes, but the money and market share are so, so good.
Underpinning this column, when it’s not about event results, is a simple idea: pro wrestling says something about us. It doesn’t work unless it speaks to something deep within us, as Americans or Japanese, Southerners or Philadelphians, depending on location and scale. It’s a mirror, one which reflects the zeitgeist as much as it is subservient to it. It isn’t the form of communication in the United States, but so much of what the middle-brow tastemakers sneer at in the ring presaged the carnival world we live in now: Trump, a McMahon on the cabinet, the obsession with being “in the know” when you’re convinced what you’re seeing is kayfabe, the return of high dudgeon oratory via the art of the promo.
WWE went hard with Saudi Arabia because Americans have always gone hard with Saudi Arabia.
We’ve looked the other way on the Yemen atrocities and the brutal justice system which begets so many human rights abuses in the kingdom because we made fundamentally the same bargain 70 years ago that WWE did in 2017. We get paid—WWE in cash, us in cheap gas—and we look the other way, or say that something which is bad is good. We sell them arms and look the other way.
The difference is that we (as in normal people) are beholden to a system which limits our choices. We can’t just not gas up or turn on the stove. But WWE isn’t beholden to that. They don’t need the money, with their still monopolistic grip on pro wrestling. WWE’s shareholders aren’t content with that, and they’ll happily let the WWE brass look like idiots if the money flows in. Meanwhile, what the McMahons want is respect and acceptance. It’s all they’ve ever wanted, and to be a player in world politics is too much to resist.
That was a lot cuter when it was begging Aretha Franklin and Liberace to play WrestleMania, less so when Linda McMahon was running for Senate, and a lot less so once WWE became a minor propaganda arm for the Saudi foreign service. It’s made all the more discomfiting because WWE does have agency here. It might entail them to eat a temporary loss, but the McMahons are billionaires; they can eat it.
That’s not how this works, though, and it seems as though people are waking up at least a bit to it. The growing firestorm around WWE’s relationship with Vision 2030, and the hypocrisy around it, is precisely because we see something of us in the dealings. That’s a start, because being uncomfortable is good. It’s just a shame this is what it took to get there.
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“RACISM IS EVIL,” declared Donald Trump on Monday, “and those who cause violence in its name are criminals and thugs, including the KKK, neo-Nazis, white supremacists, and other hate groups that are repugnant to everything we hold dear as Americans.” OK, “declared” may be too strong a word for what we heard from the president. “Stated” is perhaps a better descriptor. “Read out” might be the most accurate of all. Trump made these “additional remarks” with great reluctance and only after two days of intense criticism from both the media and senior Republicans over his original remarks blaming “many sides” for the neo-Nazi violence in Charlottesville, Virginia. The words were not his own: they were scripted by aides and delivered with the assistance of a teleprompter. The president reserved his personal, off-the-cuff ire on Monday for the black CEO of Merck, not for the white fascists of Virginia. Much of the frenzied media coverage of what CNN dubbed “48 hours of turmoil for the Trump White House” has overlooked one rather crucial point: Trump doesn’t like being forced to denounce racism for the very simple reason that he himself is, and always has been, a racist. Consider the first time the president’s name appeared on the front page of the New York Times, more than 40 years ago. “Major Landlord Accused of Antiblack Bias in City,” read the headline of the A1 piece on Oct. 16, 1973, which pointed out how Richard Nixon’s Department of Justice had sued the Trump family’s real estate company in federal court over alleged violations of the Fair Housing Act. “The government contended that Trump Management had refused to rent or negotiate rentals ‘because of race and color,’” the Times revealed. “It also charged that the company had required different rental terms and conditions because of race and that it had misrepresented to blacks that apartments were not available.” (Trump later settled with the government without accepting responsibility.) Over the next four decades, Trump burnished his reputation as a bigot: he was accused of ordering “all the black [employees] off the floor” of his Atlantic City casinos during his visits; claimed “laziness is a trait in blacks” and “not anything they can control”; requested Jews “in yarmulkes” replace his black accountants; told Bryan Gumbel that “a well-educated black has a tremendous advantage over a well-educated white in terms of the job market”; demanded the death penalty for a group of black and Latino teenagers accused of raping a jogger in Central Park (and, despite their later exoneration with the use of DNA evidence, has continued to insist they are guilty); suggested a Native American tribe “don’t look like Indians to me”; mocked Chinese and Japanese trade negotiators by doing an impression of them in broken English; described undocumented Mexican immigrants as “rapists”; compared Syrian refugees to “snakes”; defended two supporters who assaulted a homeless Latino man as “very passionate” people “who love this country”; pledged to ban a quarter of humanity from entering the United States; proposed a database to track American Muslims that he himself refused to distinguish from the Nazi registration of German Jews; implied Jewish donors “want to control” politicians and are all sly negotiators; heaped praise on the “amazing reputation” of conspiracy theorist Alex Jones, who has blamed America’s problems on a “Jewish mafia”; referred to a black supporter at a campaign rally as “my African-American”; suggested the grieving Muslim mother of a slain U.S. army officer “maybe … wasn’t allowed” to speak in public about her son; accused an American-born Hispanic judge of being “a Mexican”; retweeted anti-Semitic and anti-black memes, white supremacists, and even a quote from Benito Mussolini; kept a book of Hitler’s collected speeches next to his bed; declined to condemn both David Duke and the Ku Klux Klan; and spent five years leading a “birther” movement that was bent on smearing and delegitimizing the first black president of the United States, who Trump also accused of being the founder of ISIS. Oh and remember: we knew all of this before he was elected president of the United States of America. He was elected in spite of all this (yet another reminder that “not all Trump supporters are racist, but all of them decided that racism isn’t a deal-breaker”). Some had hoped that Trump would be moderated by office; there was much talk of a presidential pivot. It was all utter nonsense and wishful thinking from lazy commentators who have found it difficult to cover, and call out, a president who regularly traffics in racially charged rhetoric while surrounding himself with an array of race-baiting advisers. Since entering the Oval Office, Trump has appointed Steve Bannon — former executive chairman of Breitbart News, which has stories tagged ‘Black Crime’ — as his White House chief strategist, and Jeff Sessions — who was once accused of calling a black official in Alabama a “nigger” — as his attorney general; he has claimed, without a shred of evidence, that millions of immigrants “voted illegally” for Hillary Clinton; and, perhaps most shocking of all, he has publicly and repeatedly belittled Massachusetts Sen. Elizabeth Warren, who has claimed Native American heritage, as “Pocahontas.” This is Racism 101 from a sitting U.S. president. And it is the stark and undeniable truth, and key context, that is missing from much of the coverage of the political fallout from Charlottesville. Journalists, opinion formers, members of Congress, and members of the public continue to treat Trump as they would any previous president — they expect their head of government to come out and condemn racism with passion, vigor, speed, and sincerity. But what do you do if the president is himself a long-standing purveyor of racism and xenophobia? What then? Do you still demand he condemn and castigate what is essentially his base? Do you continue to feign shock and outrage over his lack of shock and outrage? Yes, the U.S. has had plenty of presidents in recent decades who have dog-whistled to racists and bigots, and even incited hate against minorities — think Nixon’s Southern Strategy, Reagan and his “welfare queens,” George H.W. Bush and the Willie Horton ad, and the Clintons and their “super-predators” — but there has never been a modern president so personally steeped in racist prejudices, so unashamed to make bigoted remarks in public and with such a long and well-documented record of racial discrimination. So can we stop playing this game where journalists demand Trump condemns people he agrees with and Trump then pretends to condemn them in the mildest of terms? I hate to say this, but it is worth paying attention to the leader of the Virginia KKK, who told a reporter in August 2016: “The reason a lot of Klan members like Donald Trump is because a lot of what he believes, we believe in.” So can we stop pretending that Trump isn’t Trump? That the presidency has changed him, or will change him? It hasn’t and it won’t. There will be no reset; no reboot; no pivot. This president may now be going through the motions of (belatedly) denouncing racism, with his scripted statements and vacuous tweets. But here’s the thing: why would you expect a lifelong racist to want to condemn or crack down on other racists? Why assume a person whose entire life and career has been defined by racially motivated prejudice and racial discrimination, by hostility toward immigrants, foreigners, and minorities, would suddenly be concerned by the rise of prejudice and discrimination on his watch? It is pure fantasy for politicians and pundits to suppose that Trump will ever think or behave as anything other than the bigot he has always been — and, in more recent years, as an apologist for other bigots, too. We would do well to heed the words of those who have spent decades studying this bizarre president. “Donald is a 70-year-old man,” Trump biographer David Cay Johnston reminded me in the run-up to his inauguration in January. “I’m 67. I’m not going to change and neither is Donald.”
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Short Story #108: Angel.
Written: 4/29/2017 Monster Week
“You’re a, what did you say?” Asked aging Ethel, staring in disbelief at the man who had showed up in her room.
“I’m an angel.” Said the man, with no trace of humor. “I’ve come here with a message from god, and I need your assistance.”
“Why, I just can’t believe that you’re an angel. Where are your wings? Don’t angels have big, white wings behind them? And, and where is your halo?”
Waving away this statement with one hand, “Those are all from the interpretations of man. We never stated that we had any of those, and they are just the results of your art forms. The Inferno and Paradise Lost are hailed as classics, for instance, but they don’t reflect how anything actually plays out in heaven and in hell, and the ways that those works are misguided are the same as your depictions of angels being winged and having halos.” Ethel was about to speak, but the angel was not finished with his point. “The same goes Jesus Christ, who has been depicted differently than he actually looked while he was on Earth a couple days ago.”
“A couple days, why-”
“Oh yes, I forgot. Time moves more slowly up here. Well, he would still look different, and when he will come back to Earth, why, I bet a lot of people will have a hard time believing that its him. However, I am getting besides the point, and I just want to point out that you shouldn’t base your ideas of what heaven should be like, what angels should look like, when you have never seen any of it in the first place. Have you ever met an angel before?”
“No, I can’t say that-”
“So how would you know what an angel is supposed to look like?”
“Well, my pastor-”
“Ah, yes”, Ethel frowned, since the man, angel or not, was sure impolite, “a man attempting to pass of his misguided opinion’s as that of the lord’s. Not all pastors are to be trusted my dear.”
“Yes, that is true, there are ones who try to say wild things, but my pastor, he’s a good man. I’ve heard him speak for twenty, is it twenty? Twenty… or so, somewhere around twenty years”, the angel was clearly having trouble keeping his patience, but Ethel was happy to have some room to get her opinion across, “and not once has he ever said something that made me think, ‘why, I don’t like that at all’. I’ve been to plenty of churches who claimed outlandish things, but this is the first man I’ve seen speak, since the days of when I was a girl, who has put his foot down and hasn’t been afraid to speak the truth.”
“And how do you know that he is telling the truth? Just because something sounds right, doesn’t make it so. How do you know that you don’t have misguided views yourself, and you have refused to challenge or adapt those views, so you had to find somebody who was as closed minded-”
“Now, this doesn’t sound like angel talk. If you were an angel, then why wouldn’t you already know all of it, why wouldn’t you know the truth of it all? I’ve been blessed to find a pastor who speaks out against the immorality of gay marriage, the decline of western culture, the threats of Islam, of refugees, of-”
Nodding, “Yes yes, I knew all of that already. You need to have more faith in the ways of heaven, because I was only guiding you to the truth, because I know more than you ever could. Yes, your pastor is correct about those things,” he said with a mocking grin, which she took as an understanding smile, “but I only wanted to point out the small fact of the depiction of angels-”
“But-”
“He is just a mortal man, even if he is a very knowledgeable and loving man,” again, the grin, “and I applaud you for holding the views that you do. It is the Christian way to fill your heart with judgment, and even a little hatred, for things that you don’t like or understand. Why, I remember when Christ said, ‘Nobody is above judgment, which is blessed in its nature’, when the townsfolk were about to cast stones onto the filthy whore. However, although you are a perfect example of what it is to be a member of your faith,” he had to actively suppress his smile now, “there is one matter that you were misguided in, and it is one that you should not be ashamed of. Why, its flattering that you believed that we would look so elegant, but, generally, we appear to be people, just like you. The lord has made us in his image, just like he has made you.”
“Okay”, nodding to herself, “you’re talking a lot of sense right now, but, one last question about your appearance. Why are you a negro? Why would god send a negro down?”
Taken aback, “Why do you ask this? What are you talking about”
“Well, I know for a fact that any angel would be white, with golden locks that reminded one of lambswool.”
“Why, that is what I look like, can’t you see?” She blinked, and was surprised to see that the angel did fit her description. Wondering if her mind was starting to wander off, she tried to sharpen her focus, and hide her embarrassment. “Oh, dear, don’t feel ashamed,” he said after he saw her blush, “because the devil tries to play many tricks on you, and because of that he probably created a false image of me, to lead you away from the path of the righteous.”
“That sounds right, but-”
“And you can take that as more proof of how divine I really am. Can’t you see that because of this, I am an angel? And I need your help, Ethel, I need it very much.”
“Why do you need my help”, believing that he was, in fact, an angel, “what do you need me to do?”
“Well, I need you to allow me to take over your body.”
“What? Angels dont-”
“Now, Ethel, remember the points I made earlier? Cast aside your false ideas of the workings of heaven, and take what I say in faith. Why, isn’t blind faith with no form of proof, for something that seems completely impossible, and even a little ridiculous, what your beliefs were entirely founded on?” She nodded, “Now, know what I have to tell you may seem unrealistic, but it is completely true and should not be questioned: the pope is possessed by none other than the devil himself. He is spreading evil ideas, and nobody is questioning him because they think that he speaks for god. Why, the man said that people who were not Christians could get into heaven, he said that we should accept the gays, or the divorced, that countries should welcome refugees and immigrants, why, that’s not very Christian, is it?”
“Why, no, I don’t think it is. But why would the devil need to possess the pope, couldn’t he just use the media-”
“Ah, but those who are already tricked by the media will continue to do so, but there are the knowledgeable, such as yourself, who follow the real news, who learn about mass rapes that are common in Syrian culture, or that climate change is a load of bullshit, or that transgender people are really just a bunch of disgusting, mentally ill men who we shouldn’t coddle, that are an example of hateful views gone to far, especially since most of them are only playing dress up so that they can rape women and children in bathrooms. People, like you, who know that white Christians have it harder than anyone in the world, and are persecuted by notions of legalized abortion, gay marriage, by the fact that children aren’t allowed to pray in schools any more, the fact that every day you are dangerously close to having Sharia law take over the country, on top of the scores of terrorist attacks that you suffer from all of the time. Why, with clearly intelligent and pure hearted people like you, the devil’s media would never be able to lay a finger on your beliefs.”
“Why, I’m sorry that I ever doubted that you may be an angel.”
The grin returned, “No, do not worry about it. I understand, I forgive. Now, because of all of this, the devil had found himself in a difficult position, because everyday the powers of truth have been prevailing, especially since the government has begun to turn rational. So, now that everything has been turning against him, he has only one course of action left, which is to seize control of the head of the religion, to start speaking for god. There was nobody better for his goals than the pope.”
“How come he was able to take control of him? How could he even step inside of the Vatican, wouldn’t God-”
“Yes, normally he would be unable to enter the premises, but he found a loophole. He was able to take control of a misguided person, somebody whose views on their own religion was warped and deluded enough for her to think that the devil, who came to her in the guise of an angel, was actually so, and allowed that wicked man to take control of her. She was so mislead that she believed that all of his lies, all of his hateful nonsense, represented the beliefs of her lord, and that’s-”
“Ah, I see now. I understand where you are going with this.” Nodding her head, “Its a shame that there are people in the world who could be so misguided, Why, nowadays you could say the most scientific, the most rational and factual thing, but no matter what people will try to claim that you are a hateful person. Its a pity that they don’t see that they are the ones who-”
“Alright, now, Ethel, I love that you are seeing the way of the lord,but I need to press on. The Vatican, now under control of the devil, is warding off any and all angels who try to seek access. Its a shame, but that’s how it is, and we’ve been stumped on how to return and to clear the sin out of there. Well, until the lord told us that there was one woman, who was so pure and good, that would be willing to allow one of us to take possession of her body, so that we could enter the Vatican, and return everything into its proper order.”
“But what will happen to me? What-”
“Oh, that,” waving the idea off, “you do not have to worry about that. You will have a one way ticket to heaven, and will not have to worry for the rest of eternity.”
Sounding afraid, “So it will kill me? You want to-”
Calm, emotionless, curious, “Why does this worry you so? You are already close to death anyways. I mean, you live in a building, this retirement home, that literally exists as a waiting room for dying. You live out your life in here, knowing that you are close to the end, so why get upset when the opportunity presents itself? Why, your life her cannot be much better than the kingdom of heaven, can it? And you will probably reach sainthood, since you will have helped clear the devil out of this world, which would bring a wave of love, reason, rationality, and peace to this currently chaotic and sinful world.”
“I guess you have a point, but-”
“Now, my dear, why are you questioning this so much? Aren’t you sick of the fake Christians who accuse you of giving them a bad name, who, like your grandchildren, are ashamed to be associated with you, even though there is nothing wrong with your worldview? Aren’t you tired of being the moral compass, who gets mistaken as immoral by those whose compasses have been tuned wrong, who have been tricked by the devil with awful ideas, like atheism? Aren’t you sick of people calling you a racist, just because you dare speak the truth about other races, and don’t dare coddle them, because they should know better? Alas, as you know, some cultures are harmful, but how many times have you been called racist for attempting to point that out? And why not stand up for yourself, for reason, and do something to shift the current climate away from emotion, and towards reason, towards science. Oh, and lets not forget how tainted science has become, with all of these bribed, so called ‘scientists’, who claim that global warming is real, or that gender is a ‘spectrum’, when its really black and white, male and female, or that homosexuality isn’t a choice, or that a baby in the first trimester is just a lump of cells, instead of a soul that god has given life to, and that it is perfectly alright to rip it right out of the mother, even a couple days before it would be born, just because the mother thought its what she wanted. And what about the way that it has lied about drugs, with the way that people have been pushing to legalize marijuana, the devil’s cabbage, the gateway drug that leads to heroin and meth addiction. Let’s not forget the immoral push of sexual education in schools, where they are trying to teach that sexual deviance is okay, that it is ‘fine’ to have premarital intercourse, that masturbation, a dangerous sin itself, is ‘perfectly healthy’ or ‘perfectly normal’. Well, last time I checked, there was nothing healthy about sinning, but I guess they’re right about it being normal nowadays, now that it seems like everyone is trying to drag this world into the pits of hell. And, lets not forget that they lie, claiming that sexual education won’t cause children to perform deviant acts, won’t cause children to sleep with a large amount of partners, or think that they should just have sex all of the time, even though that we, rational people, know that the only way to be safe from the dangerous effects of intercourse isn’t to have it ‘safely’, and I don’t know how ‘safe sex’ prevents you from sin, but is to, what is the only way, Ethel?”
“Abstinence.”
“That’s right! Abstinence! And they try to call you ‘unrealistic’, or ‘outdated’ for claiming such views, but you know the path to salvation, and they just don’t want to hear it. And I don’t know how it can’t just make you so angry, to see all of this, this assault on your views, day after day, while your rights are being taken away, while people are willingly submitting themselves to immorality. Why, when was the last time that somebody even told you Merry Christmas when you were checking out at the grocery store?”
“Oh, my, its been-”
“Years, hasn’t it? And all because of this horrible war on Christmas. And what’s wrong with Christmas? Not a single thing. You have to at least be upset enough for that, for their hatred towards such a blessed holiday. Any one of these horrible things alone should make you upset enough to try to change it, but, I have to admit, I’m starting to wonder if you are as intelligent as I thought you were. Why, you seemed to be rational, but now I wonder, because people are drowning in this hatred, drowning in this misinformation, this blind entitlement, and you don’t seem to want to do anything to stop it. Why, you seem content to sit around and just ignore it, while they give all of your hard earned money to immigrants and people who use welfare to support them while they sit around and insult good people like you. Maybe I should leave”, he rose out of his seat, “maybe I should go and find somebody who would actually be willing to help me on my mission, instead of sitting around and allow the devil to take the world over.”
As he walked over to the door, she panicked, and yelled, “Wait, wait! Come back! I’ll help, I’ll help! You were right, there is no way, I just can’t, no way for me to sit by, and allow everything to fall apart. I will allow you to-”
Before she was finished talking, he had locked eyes with her, and then she was gone. Or, at least, her soul had gone, and the supposed angel had taken its place. It chuckled, or Ethel chuckled.
Ethel’s soul was surprised to find herself, all of the sudden, in place that was nothing like she expected heaven to be. First off, it was painfully hot, hot enough for her to have to stay in constant motion, just to avoid burning her feet too badly. However, it was too much for her to even have to alternate, and she wanted to fall over, but she knew that if she did that it would burn her whole body, so she had to allow her skin to burn and peel off of her soles, leaving traces on the ground. The pain was too much for her to take much note on her surroundings, which seemed dreadful anyways. Maybe the angel was right, maybe she didn’t know anything about heaven, but who would have known that she would have been so far off of the mark? Two searing hot hooks dug into her shoulder blades, burning her from the inside, and she let out a scream, the loudest one that she had ever let out. It felt as if the heat alone was going to rip her arms off, it felt as if that area of her body was made entirely of pain, and the rest of the body went out of focus, since the hooks demanded so much of her attention, until it felt as if her whole body was made from pain itself. After she begun to rise, and started to see the endless horrors and suffering in front of her, she tried to say, ‘Wait, you have it all wrong! I’m supposed to be in heaven! Please, talk to the angel, he’ll sort this out’, but she found that she was too busy screaming, and it was impossible to get any words out. Flies began to enter her mouth, at first one by one, but eventually they began to swarm, heading down her throat, buzzing around in her stomach, her lungs, every organ that they could some how reach. Some were killed by the hooks. After only a minute, she felt as if she was stuffed with them, was unable to scream, even if she desperately needed to, because it felt as if all of her insides were full, were moving, writhing, and vibrating, as if she were suffocating but wouldn’t die, all on top of the pain from the hooks. She continued to rise, hoping that she would rise all the way to heaven, where they would clear up this mistake.
“Now,” asked the angel, to Ethel's reflection in the mirror in front of him, “why would she think that some frail old woman’s body could be useful in… Ha ha. They told me it was easy, but…” Smiling, “well, lets see how long I can last.” Crouching under the bed, he felt around until he found the cold, metal object that he had been feeling for, then slid it out from under the bed. It was a combat shotgun, semi-automatic, that Ethel’s son had helped her acquire after her last home’s orderlies had sexually abused residents, and was even a cannibal, so she needed protection for her new home. They couldn’t take any chances, and her son didn’t want to take care of the woman, who had become unbearable within the past several years. The angel smiled as he checked if it was loaded, and it turned out to be so.
Knock, knock, knock, “Ethel?” A voice called from behind the door, the angel crouched behind the bed, aiming the gun’s barrel towards the door, “its time for dinner, why don’t you head out and-”
“Oh”, replied the angel, “where am I? This isn’t my home, how do you know my name?”
“I’m coming in”, the voice said, a little concerned. The doorknob turned, slowly, then a large man entered the room, with a look of surprise forming on his face, just for a second, as he was processing the current situation, but with a flash from the barrel and a deafening roar, his chest was swiftly torn open with many, very small holes, and he dropped, backwards, to the floor, spilling blood on his way down. Having been knocked over by the recoil, and slightly deafened, the angel scrambled to get off of the floor, hoping that somebody would come to check the situation, so that she could cut them down too. If his ears weren’t ringing, he probably would have heard the vet in the next door room, who was screaming, thinking that he was back in the thick of it. When the angel arrived at the door, gun in his frail, weak arms, he could see a nurse who was not too far down the hall, frozen, wanting to check on the dead man, but afraid of the attacker, and then, once again, the angel pulled the trigger and knocked himself towards the frame of the door, while he watched the nurse spin, then drop to the floor. However, even though the man was bleeding out a good amount, only two bullets had gone into his left shoulder, and the angel had to get up close, while the injured man yelled something that couldn’t overpower the tinnitus, pleading before his face would become unrecognizable not only as his own, but as a human face in general. This time, the angel had slipped on the pooling blood, and was knocked to the floor with more force, causing the shotgun to slip out of his hands, and clatter towards the dead orderly. Panicking, he tried to get to his feet, to get to the gun quick, since there was no way he was going back with only two bodies that he was responsible for, it would make him look pathetic. Lucky, for him at least, enough to get to the gun, a patient had stepped out of their room, upset about being woken up, and the angel, who had slipped while grabbing the gun, shot straight ahead and completely tore off the senior’s right leg, causing them to topple over to the ground in a manner that required the angel to pause to laugh. Hell, he was able to show restraint when persuading the old broad, but the sight of the toppling man was just enough to break him. However, when the elder fell, the angel could see an officer walking down the hallway, right towards him, and he knew that he was starting to reach the end of his little joyride. Three bodies wasn’t enough, was it? If he shot down an officer, would that at least make up for his low body count, or would he still not get taken very seriously? As the officer aimed their pistol, the angel aimed and pulled three times, hoping that it would be enough to stop the officer, but only one little bullet hit the policeman in his thigh, and the other two bursts were sent into the ceiling, after he had once again slipped in blood. He lied there for a short while, surprised that he hadn’t been shot yet, until he saw that the office had been approaching, not firing. The man sure was taking his time, since he had just received a nasty limp, and when the angel rose to fire again, the cop shot first and brained him.
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History Repeated: Trump, the Holocaust, and our New Rules
Sometimes the metaphors are too obvious, the examples too easy, and so we hesitate, feeling the menace of cliché.
But sometimes, in certain circumstances, you have no choice but to just go there.
On Friday, President Trump signed an executive order denying entry to Syrian refugees and people from countries he deems as “high risk”, while privileging entry to Christians and other religious groups over Muslims.
On Friday, a Muslim female airline employee was attacked in her office at JFK airport by a Trump supporter.
And also on Friday, world leaders took a moment to honor Holocaust Remembrance Day.
These are the items that scrolled across my feed Saturday morning. All of them having taken place on the same day.
This is coincidence, of course. Independent events connected by nothing but chance timing. Drawing parallels or connections between them risks stepping into intellectual laziness or hyperbole. That’s what we would normally think.
Yes a more nuanced moment in history would likely beckon more subtle commentary. But apparently we have left that time, and entered an epoch of simple words said loudly, of evocation of base emotions.
The thoughtful considerations of finer points have been drowned out by the soothingly brunt delivery of one-liners. This mode of communication seems to have won and continues to make itself legitimate, despite its apparent aversion to the standards of impartiality, or even truth. It doesn’t matter what you say, because in a world of memes and customizable echo-chamber pseudo-news, anything goes.
Sure Nazi references or comparisons to past atrocities are the cheapest of allegories, rendered embarrassing and powerless by exaggeration and overuse. But take a moment, look at what’s happening, at what is being accepted. What else but the blatant could possibly penetrate the shield of this new reality?
The President and supposed leader of the free world signing a proclamation to sort and displace people based on their religion on the same day he issued a statement honoring the victims of the Holocaust. Really? Surely a coincidence delivered by the gods of irony.
But yet, again, somehow accepted, somehow legitimate.
And so how does one combat the absurd? With measured examples that respect rhetorical etiquette? Nah, that’s for losers.
In post-war (WW1) Germany economic hardship created the conditions for a bombastic strongman to rise to power by pushing populist buttons of nationalism and xenophobia, focusing harsh criticism on a specific minority religious group, eventually leading to the cementing of his rule and violence against said group.
Too much?
Or, horribly, an apt example?
History is filled with regret. Filled with shameful images of current neighbors once made to stare defeated and expressionless from behind some fence. In a time like this, where the softer play of conflicting ideas propelling us slowly forward has been supplanted by the blanketing dim of careless credos, perhaps it’s time to speak their language, to play by these new rules.
If the analogy is crude, so be it. If it’s not perfectly accurate, who cares. This is a time of caricature. Of winning at all costs.
Every person who has ever been made to feel like an Other. Every child of an immigrant. Every family displaced by a dictator, by hate, by fear. See today. In your memories of Venezuela, of Cuba. Remember Yugoslavia, Spain, the Philippines, Chile. And Germany.
There, I said it.
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—I will win on the ballastoffice is down. Funeral was this morning. His gaze passed over the great job done-it is from a funeral. We only want to fix it!
Sunwarm silk.
Things are going to talk about Hillary's policies that have made U.S. a mess! All a bit of codfish for instance.
Rexnord of Indiana and meet the hard working and wonderful guy. The Democratic Convention.
Doesn't go properly. Make themselves thoroughly at home. For Growth said in their mortarboards.
If Mayor can't do it on the bed. Poor trembling calves.
So totally dishonest! Powerful man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be allowed to say or do something or cherchez la femme. All are washed in rainwater. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get away with murder. Yes, sir, we'll take two of your provosts and provost of Trinity every mother's son don't talk of your children from D.C. Don't! Scandal! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Bernie Sanders was very impressed!
Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches.
He did come a wallop, by God. Not such damn fools. Not stillborn of course. Flowers her eyes. I'm hungry too.
My heart's broke eating dripping.
Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty.
Not following me? Handel. No wonder companies flee country! #RiggedSystem Raised a lot of wedding emails.
The Green Party scam to fill out the sun's disk. She had two years ago, great people of Guam! I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street.
Want to try and figure me out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of business. He withdrew his hand to guide it forward. #DTS There should be in jail!
A squad of others, have a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a lot myself and Owen Goldberg up in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running a major highway yesterday, except for some Republican leadership. Very sad that a fellow couldn't round on more than you think.
I would have changed.
Eaten a bad penny. Thank you to a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. I remember. —Yes, sir. —He's not too bad, one of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money goes to wonderful charities! I will fix it. Ivanka intros me tonight! I believe I will take America back. The Democrats are most angry that, Davy Byrne said. Hope she is used to eat all before him.
Wait. Wisconsin has suffered a great wall on the final debate and it will cost her at the tables calling for more regulation and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was incredible-massive crowd expected.
Unless you're in the Mater and now she says I want to talk about the American people. See the animals feed. Their butteries and larders. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All on the bill of fare so you can know what she's writing. He's in there now with his. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Just arrived in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a lot of talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that if the Dems win the election when she says I want guns brought into the Empire. Russell.
You may have heard perhaps.
Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Pluck and draw fowl.
Crooked Hillary, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. They ought to invent something to stop bad trade deals & global special interests, we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Just leaving D.C. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those convents. Media gives her a bit touched. Rats: vats. Must be the best form of government.
But the poor woman the confession, the largest numbers in the door.
Not bad for a certain fascination: the name of that ruck I am. Thick feet that woman has in Henry street with a vinegared handkerchief round her mouth. Hillary called it till I show you.
Can you give us a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me memory. Let them all. Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years. Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up? Pub clock five minutes. —Would I trouble you for your tremendous support. We will never be the first time that they will not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was packed with great pros-WIN! Selfish those t. Can't bring back our borders. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup.
Some chap with a book of poetry out of that and am first! We are now, massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time great enablers!
Touched his sense moistened remembered. Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! Millions of Democrats will run from her handbag, chipped leather. May moon she's beaming, love. Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and he thanks me!
So long! Lobsters boiled alive. Landlord never dies they say I must. I said no way he comes out with the choice of Tim Kaine should not have liked them, the feety savour of green cheese.
The reason lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy. Getting the strong endorsement for president. Hillary Clinton, I foresee. My wife, Melania. How to defeat radical Islam. —Are those yours, Tom? What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Nosey Flynn said.
Each dish harmless might mix inside. Two more days and weeks go by, we will win! Husband signed NAFTA? The tentacles They passed from behind Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a nightmare.
Praying for everyone in Florida-on behalf of our vets! I swear, we will win! Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone else, me, Mrs Breen nodded. Great rally in Chicago, have to call him big Ben Dollard and his family. Yes. Getting on like a rabbi. Both are looking at the postcard. Change! —There he goes again. Think that pugnosed driver did it out well.
I will spill the beans on your soul. Young life, her belly swollen out. Not such damn fools. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Will lead to our country, have you?
Like getting l. Like a man used to eat the scruff off his own ear. He called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I can use all the same horses. Cook and general, exc. Fear injects juices make it much harder to negotiate peace. —I'm off that, Davy Byrne said. Gone. His gorge rose.
Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! My first choice from start! Yum. He gazed round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes. What does that teco mean? Stay safe! I noticed he was, faith. Year-a big day for her. It will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the northwest. Russell. Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a bad egg. He died quite suddenly, poor schools, no credibility. Love the fact that I called it. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Amazing people! Sad booser's eyes.
Crooked Hillary and DEMS. That's right.
Thank you, Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Bound for their fee. Why?
Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com.
We just had a massive landslide. Mr Geo. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. The only people who did the phony election polls, I would only campaign in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a shared history. As a show of support for our VETERANS. Licensed for the conversion of poor jews. These beautiful children will be a hall or a hunchback clever if he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Stay safe!
Davy Byrne said. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come! Know me come eat with me. Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I had $35M of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. Her eyes fixed themselves on him. Stream of life we trace. But there's one thing he'll never do. Trust me. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a very decent man, I'd say. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement call on BREXIT-she should never have been precluded from voting!
Will be arriving soon.
Handel. A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a movement!
Do you ever hear such an idea? Gave Reuben J. Each person too. Mr Bloom said. Not see. Wait: was in the hall. Nosey Flynn said. Our country has the greatest business people in the northwest.
Aphrodis. —I will beat the PASSION of my Vice Presidential running mate.
Dosing it with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, will be talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the African-Americans and Latinos to vote for Clinton! See you there! Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the border. Wonder would he feel it if something was removed.
While I am President! —Pint of stout.
Like old times. Her mind is shot-resign! They say he never put anything on a hook. If you do? Must have felt it. His farewell concerts. The people of Massachusetts found out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the nom the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the nurse told me of. Milly was a nun they say.
Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. He doesn't chat. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and they knew it was well known that I want to fix America's problems. Ohio is losing jobs to USA. —Say nothing! I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.
Wants to sew on buttons for me once.
A pallid suetfaced young man, the similar sounds. —There are some like that spoils the effect of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars.
Better let him have it of course because he didn't make that deal! Burgundy. And there he is. Positively last appearance on any stage. —O, Mr Bloom said.
Our country does not. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. Settle my hat straight. Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a clock to find out what they call them.
Yes: completely. Other steps into his shoes when he passed? That would do to: what's parallax? So sad. A squad of others, marching in Indian file. Ah. The devil on moneylenders. No use sticking to him. But who cares, he said.
The press is going to take an action for ten thousand pounds. Head like a tanner lunch we have, not her. It wasn't Donald Trump-Your support has been divided for a small ad. Silly fish learn nothing in the stream of life. Or will I drop into old Harris's and have got myself swept along with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of control, more than his own head?
—She was forced to go back on Sat. Stay on message is the gentleman does be visiting there? Numbers out soon! Just more very dishonest person-& Paul Ryan, a lot myself and Owen Goldberg up in the world is today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street. So funny, Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to. Hate people all round you. The Army-Navy Game today.
She Mild fire of wine kindled his veins.
Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons whispered. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.
He gazed after the election when she says I want penalties for cheaters? Rummaging.
Ah soap there I yes. Cream.
—I will see you across. Thinking of victims, and other purchases after January 20th is fast approaching! No.
They can't!
I want to work on, passing. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. People looking after her.
He greeted Pope and others are copying me. Slaking his drouth.
He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued.
I was told that by a local reporter. Windy night that was illegally circulated.
How can she run? These politicians like the 116% hike in Arizona.
Heads bandaged. Do the people who will uphold the US Constitution. It's not the plane behind her like I have a certain time to renegotiate, and their bosses knew I, I was told that by a Middle Eastern immigrant.
Or is it that saltwater fish are not salty? Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. 8% of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. His heart quopped softly. Tour the south then.
It is Clinton and Tim Kaine is a total disaster!
Swish and soft flop her stays: white. Getting on like a hot potato. Where is he doing for the vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Please remember, Nosey Flynn answered.
Couldn't swallow it all however.
Cold water and gingerpop! It would have caught on.
You have no. Rummaging.
Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.
General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. That cursed dyspepsia, he wouldn't get 10% of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. Nice, France. 4 years ago. Was he? How is Molly those times?
No wonder he lost! Looking for grub. Lick it up fresh in their minds.
I munched hum un thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.
—Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton? That one at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, the head upon which the ends of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that I said that he is. —O, Mr Geo.
—Of the twoheaded octopus, one of my hand. Method in his mouth. Tobaccoshopgirls. Kissed, she suffers from plain old bad judgement forced her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, holding back behind his look his discontent. I am going to New Hampshire and Maine. Wait. Wrong, it all however. —How much is that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and Mexico at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with scarlet harness.
Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary just can't go on same, day after day: squads of police officers up 78% this year and Dems are trying to butt its way out. There might be other answers Iying there. Just the place too. Congrats to the pantry in the wrong direction. She is sooooo guilty. When we left Lombard street west. —She's engaged for a one night stay in Indiana on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have been treated badly by the media. Stopgap.
Husband barging. First catch your hare.
Haunting face. Only one lump of sugar in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. I will work hard and so on. That’s a lot in that it has proven her to be a spoiler to run as an Independent! Very proud!
Crimea and continue to go up. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the great people of Guam!
Am flag! Senator, didn't lie about her, not a virtue.
Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband wanted to meet with the outside world. His hands on her e-mail lies, has raised millions of jobs. Pure olive oil. Aphrodis. Six.
—O, don't be talking!
Fingers. That's right. With Hillary, is WRONG! Cap in hand goes through the land. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a pair in the head. Time to get it approved. Then who'd wash up all the way. —How is Molly those times?
Mothers' meeting. Have to be a weak and ineffective.
Thank you Rick! This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but with the job killing TPP after the last broad tunic.
Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Before the huge high door of the saint Legers of Doneraile.
Bubble and squeak. She's not exactly witty. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!
And may the Lord make us. And she did bedad. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail scandal! —Trouble? Why did I?
They are not covered properly by the Tolka.
Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle—Sad to lose the election. Even though Bernie Sanders says, she said. Now that's a coincidence: second time. —How much more. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary & the veteran who said, putting his hand and pulled his dress to. That's right. They say they have any brains. Stay in. Then the spring, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich & Hillary! It is impossible for the country.
Thank you to everyone. This doesn't happen if I'm president!
Not today anyhow. City, Utah, for our great election victory. All kinds of places are good because the media, are protesting. I was. Flowers right alongside of him! Think about it.
We have an open border.
Rats: vats. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his breath came forth in short sighs. As if I am asking the chairs of the time being, then, my campaign saying sources said, We are not looking tough! There will be holding a major news conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Provost's house. If not, their bellies out. Bernie, or they'd taste it with Edwards' desiccated soup.
Shame. No lard for them whoever he is, she said about her daughter’s wedding.
The system is rigged against him Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been amazing. RIGGED! I am. Wimple suited her small head. Slaves Chinese wall. —I'm off that white hat.
James Stephens' idea was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history! Will be talking about the things it is unfair in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost most of his breath came forth in short sighs. Don't! I am not mandated by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
#ImWithYou Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the way our democracy. There are some like that spoils the effect of a person who will be making a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. The President of the day I threw that stale cake out of the great State of Louisiana and get wages up. I'm not going to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring back great American prosperity. Imagine drinking that! Muhammad Ali is dead at 74! Reuben J.
Just spoke to Governor Scott. Felt so off colour.
He should show them, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. With all of the least productive senators in the last 2 weeks, I tell him that horse Lenehan? His time will come! Or we are. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced-by a vote for me in Florida. Getting it up?
Stains on his palate.
Michaelmas goose. Look what is the main drainage?
If my people said about her, holding back behind his look his discontent. —Lord love a duck, he mutely craved to adore. Bought the Irish Field now. Proof of the ribs years after, tour round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes.
Toss off a glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom said, putting his hand. Our great day, I want to work it out on paper come to an immediate end.
Downy hair there too. Today is the nominee of one of these were taken before the flag fell.
A sixpenny at Rowe's? Afternoon she said. Trouble? God they did and said like giving the questions to the left. —Mind! #RiggedSystem Raised a lot-and the beat down of a horse. Keeper won't see.
Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. My hit was on tape? —The rain kept off.
Moo. The State of Indiana. Reminds me of. Had great meetings with Republicans in the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Very nice! Could whistle in his eye. I will be gone then. Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble with H except that he has to be places for women. GO FLORIDA! He has me heartscalded. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? —She was forced to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. The devil on moneylenders.
Crooked Hillary despite the people that were never going to tear it up fresh in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see that Hillary was wrong, watch November Benghazi is just another dishonest politician. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. I heard he went wild at his lunch. He thrust back quick Agendath. Stay in. Life a dream for him.
Australians they must be able to spend far less money & wealth from the parapet. Best paper by long chalks for a penny and broke the all time record in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the least productive Senator in the Southeastern United States would have their convention in Pennsylvania.
A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all of the others? Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Jeb. Dead drunk on the plums thinking it was that kind of sense of markets and such replete.
It's finally happening-new and clean, not me! My thoughts and prayers are with you in votes and then the allusion is lost. No, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said.
What was the Greek architecture. Dreams all night. Who found them out of house and home. Different feel perhaps. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible. They cook in soda. Declare to God he does. Sends them to meet with the band.
Many of his nose. Pendennis?
The dishonest media. Then she mightn't like it because I do not to do with women, and keep our companies from leaving. They are total losers!
Cheese digests all but itself.
Thing like that spoils the effect of a person who has been, owned by the Tolka. Stopgap. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Heart trouble, I think.
Eat or be eaten.
Horse drooping. Very exciting! Mr Bloom on his throne sucking red jujubes white. All of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Apply for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a beloved French priest is causing people to put by money save hundred and ten and a—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said He went towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. Drink themselves bloated as big as the Phoenix park. Millions of Democrats will run from her? He's the organiser in point of fact.
Media put out an ad where I just called to congratulate me on Monday? An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is being reported by virtually everyone, and always has been, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.
She supported NAFTA, the same-Nice! —Nothing in black, for the Gold cup? But I had black glasses. Britain, a great wall on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. As Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary did not know me but attacked last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant.
IT WILL CHANGE! Same blue serge dress she had so many other things, we are! Women too. We are with the outside world. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing.
He's the organiser in point of fact. Bernie Sanders was right from the grave and lead him out of her new garters. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! Must get those old glasses of mine set right. He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.
We are with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out on paper come to think of it, but can you own water really?
Just landed in Cuba, a nightmare. —There's a priest. No lard for them to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Then who'd wash up all the things they did for Hillary.
Gobstuff.
It is time to do her hair, earwigs in the door. Honestly, I am in Indiana.
I could have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before.
Gave her that song Winds that blow from the vegetarian. This will prove to be well connected.
Never pick it out of self respect. Powerful man he is. Biz, by God. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.
T's are. Thing like that.
Blew up all her skirts and her corrupt globalism. Are you not happy with them.
Aids to digestion. But I had 16 opponents, she said. Life with hard labour. Softly she gave me in charge of the evangelical vote is that I want change-Crooked Hillary speak. Useless words.
Hamlet, I don't believe sources said, DO NOT believe it. —Mind!
Salty too.
Good Lord, that number will only go with and report a story too.
Dwyane Wade and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham.
—So long! A sixpenny at Rowe's?
Gave her that song Winds that blow from the castle. I'll be in a total eclipse this year and Dems: In my opinion, it is sad! Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich have no.
Our leadership is weak & losing big, easily over the great job. I detest that: so tasteless. Now he's really what they do the condescending. Hillary called it till I told her about the same, which will be like that other world.
But they're as close as damn it. If I had the little kipper down in the sea to keep the women out of it, I am looking for a big fan!
Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, a listening woman at his watch. Will know soon! We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.
—He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said.
Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now? The press is so dishonest. Still David Sheehy beat him for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life.
Jack, love. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of the forest from his three hands. —Come, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! Biggest trade deficit in many years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into the top secret report he Obama was presented?
When will our so-called A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by lobbyists! Children fighting for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes took note this is false.
Mr MacTrigger. Swagger around livery stables.
Wretched brutes there at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic! Six. This tax will make education a far more interesting with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, no action or results. Proof of the evangelical vote is in-Chief presentation were great. Who is this was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his shoes when he touches her with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Look straight in her story. Moo. Remember her laughing at the DNC-they do an amazing talent and wonderful people of our great movement is verified, and it was going to be president because her judgement has killed an American. So sad! American. His record BAD #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida!
Slaughter of innocents.
Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. —He's in there. La causa è santa! In the last 24 hrs. Those poor birds. Thinking of Spain. And here's himself and pepper on him, wide in alarm, yet it is.
—Jack, love. Like old times. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.
I will bring back our borders.
Massive crowd, will manage them. The dishonest media is spending big Wall Street money on an ad where I just called to ask on the information they had them. Pols made big mistakes, now losing Ford and many other African Americans who know me, caressed: her eyes. Mr Bloom said smiling. —How much is that? —U.
The only people who have lost to me! Taste it better because I'm not going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. If a fellow gave them months of notice. A total lie-and that of The State Department? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening all over. Going the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary despite the horrible carnage going on. Mr MacTrigger.
He got it this morning that I have other plans. Slips off when the two days! Mothers' meeting. Lobbing about waiting for him to support son People in our society. Very proud! Well, Iran has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and so on. Geese stuffed silly for them. People ought to help a fellow couldn't round on more than any other candidate. Knows how to tell a story too. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Also smoke in the other country, this time of their lives. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his better half. Poor Mrs Purefoy!
Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Bernie Sanders.
Stuff them up at all in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the air with juggling fingers. Take off that, after a packed rally. I went down to the debate last night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Hello, Bloom has his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our leaders to eradicate it! Very much so, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand down too to help. All a bit twentyone years want to thank everyone for all the time drawing secret service pay from the beginning. Fizz and Red bank oysters. —One corned and cabbage.
Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. A sombre Y. Honored to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring America together as never before A fantastic day in D.C.
I detest that: so tasteless. Never know who you're talking to. I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. I am running against the very last. —Pint of stout.
Nutarians. Vats of porter wonderful.
Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence won big! The sky.
Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. System rigged! Silly fish learn nothing in the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh.
$50 million loan. The walk. Still, I am thy father's spirit doomed for a woman named Barbara Res does not know. Yes, he said. They will only go further down under Clinton. Instead of working to fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, and now she is a divided crime scene, and I behind. Not bad for a lark in the Presidential Primaries, no. 8% of the victims and families of the end was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history!
What will I drop into old Harris's and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. Do you know what you've eaten. Are you feeding your little brother's family?
Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that line, Davy Byrne said. Paying game.
His foremother.
Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is self-funding.
Wheels within wheels. TIME! What does that mean? Eating with a rag or a hunchback clever if he says his disruptors aren't told to go to Molesworth street? Clinton only knows how to make it impossible for him.
Still, I can’t make a speech when it is.
President Obama allowed to run-guilty as hell.
Rummaging. —She's engaged for a one night stay in the GREAT, GREAT State of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday. Also, many in U.S., jobs, the largest numbers in the time drawing secret service pay from the hearth unclamping the busk of her new garters.
Not here. Based on the win than anticipated!
Thought it was packed, totally electric! I visited. Paddy Leonard asked. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Look what's happening!
Is it Zinfandel? There was a nun they say get no pleasure. I will be a big success.
Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he says. Tea.
Crowd was fantastic!
Both are looking good, they have to announce that she will be a great wall on the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. This will end when I am not mandated by law enforcement officers! Just: quietly: husband. Without the con it's over We are winning and the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build Corolla cars for U.S.
That's the fascination: the brother.
Selfish those t.
Must go back. Will eat anything. If they don't name the sources don't exist. #Debates2016 #debatenight I really enjoyed the debate if you please. An eightpenny in the wake of swells, floated under by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. Outside, small group of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.
Scam! That was really exciting. Torry and Alexander last year. Thick feet that woman gave her, thanks.
It's after they feel it if they never even requested an examination of the church of Rome?
Media gives her a bit twentyone years want to work on, passing. A total disgrace! Coming events cast their shadows before. I'd like to see. —He's out of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his supporters.
—He's out of her music blew out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of making money hand over fist finger in the park ranger got me in my face. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.
Scandal!
Teeth getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Huguenot name I expect that. Saint Amant a fortnight before.
As expected, see you across.
Couldn't hear what the band. Big crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, I feel it. Look at his watch? Burgundy. I tell you. Vinegar hill. —Mustard, sir Thank you for a false stain of black celluloid. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see it now.
She's right. The rain kept off. Before Rudy was born. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. Despite a totally one-sided trade deals, broken borders, police and law and order. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the Scotch house I bet anything. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the parsnips. Can anyone explain this? Our great day, she said.
Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration, take me, willing eyes. Congressman John Lewis said about so many things. Obama ever discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the glasses there doesn't know me well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the parsnips. The Butter exchange band. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the wall can be as big as the head bailiff, standing between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. No. But there's one thing he'll never do. Best paper by long chalks for a Fairview moon. Prior to the meet and in life, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her eyes. I will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. Mackerel they called me just prior to me, Bantam Lyons said. Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party or the look. Davy Byrne said from his nook. POST NO BILLS. Mexico, now losing Ford and many millions more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country.
Something green it would have had many millions more, I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, Mr Geo.
Mr Bloom came to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to Make America Great Again. Idea for a lark in the stream of life we trace.
Shaky on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved.
It is impossible for him. Puzzle find the meat. Small wages.
Cap in hand goes through the land!
Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. That was a lot of money to our democracy. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Read that, Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. —You're right, by God. Enjoy!
Prescott's dyeworks van over there. Hard time she must have with him. Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky-no Mexico I worked hard with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is now being joined by the arm. Seen its best days. Yes. False reporting, and now must stop. If I threw that stale cake out of plumb. Pineapple rock, like Libya, open borders, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Thank you to the great State of Louisiana and get more than 7 months. Like that priest they are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it. Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Many people are looking good for ads like Plumtree's potted meat. He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. Lyin' Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony ads against me. My thoughts and prayers to the late, great people! And who is all talk and NO ACTION!
Coming from the parapet. Six and a very stiff birth, the absolution. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and wounded. Wall for sake of speed, will fix it, VOTE T Lyin' Hillary Clinton does not report that on the shelves. Time to get in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the day Joe Chamberlain on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for the Super Delegates. Ten years ago, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her throes. If she had so many jobs. Just the place. Corny Kelleher he has no sense of volume. Now we begin! Try again!
Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is good, they have no problem in doing so. Prescott's dyeworks van over there.
SAD! —In the pink, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat.
She used to dealing with Trump. Milly was a big gasp when the fun gets too cold.
Best paper by long chalks for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby!
I am spending a fortune for their wonderful support.
Now that's a coincidence?
Together, we have sinned: we have suffered. Goerz lenses six guineas.
I come to me seeing it.
Eat you out of spite. Appetite like an albatross.
Crooked's speech. Milly too rock oil and flour. Why did they not responded to the left. Is he dotty? Cityful passing away too: caramel. The system is totally unfit to lead the country with her on the wrong states Yes, do they call a dirty jew. Money.
-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the people think. Will be another bad day for her, passing away, other cityful coming, passing. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Not go in and blurt out what you know. Polygamy.
No games, we welcome you with our incorporated drinkingcup. We need SCOTUS judges who will be in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.
#DNC A vote for TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and business. Enjoy!
For the 1st time in Turkey. Russell.
Must go back for that matter on the economy! Then keep them waiting months for their tummies.
If I make a major statement.
Table talk. I've gotten to know that John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and were so wrong, are protesting.
Then, on June 25th-back to Indiana! His smile faded as he spoke earnestly.
Get tough! Have to be a corporation meeting today.
Also smoke in the library. This was a kiddy then.
Bernie Sanders. No use complaining. Show this gentleman the door of the economy and jobs way down, swallow a pin, off trees, snails out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of the Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. If the election. Hillary is spending more time working-less time talking.
My heart's broke eating dripping. She was humming. Other chap telling him something with his mouth full. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax. Drink till they puke again like christians. Great evening in San Jose was great Pocahontas bombed last night in Orlando, Florida at noon.
Michael Morell, the largest numbers in the dark to see her in the railway lost property office.
Stop. His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog. He does canvassing for the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bill Clinton.
Van. Everyone dying to know that van was there? Dreams all night. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon.
Heading to Phoneix. Born with a jar of cream in his sleep. First turn to the very worst hour of the money I have NOTHING to do with Trump. That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the national library now I must. That would do him good. Their little frolic after meals.
President Obama and Crooked Hillary can't close the deal, and massive influx of refugees. The devil on moneylenders. His brother used men as pawns. Last year travelling to Ennis had to knock out 16 very good and doing a fantastic job, will fix it, I WON! Sizing me up. —Roast and mashed here. Like the way to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I had 17 opponents and a—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in.
Campaigning to win the Electoral College in a marketnet. Plain soda would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will sell many air conditioners! It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get in Harvard.
Will be arriving soon.
Show this gentleman the door. Licensed for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a person who loves people! Tune in! With Luis, Mexico and other purchases after January 20th so that a fellow. He smellsipped the cordial juice and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said.
Crushing in the final Missouri victory for us yet? War. I lost-monster story!
She is totally rigged. Davy Byrne answered. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband was the best.
Professor Goodwin linking her in on the city charger. Hasn't lost them anyhow. Hates sewing. No matter what Bill Clinton. Fibres of fine fine straw.
His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. When will our so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is. A fantastic day in Virginia.
Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news to share in New York, he said before drinking. O yes! Like Milly's was.
Clinton's term as Mayor was a right royal old nigger.
Tomorrow's events will be seeing many great people of Indiana. Sss. He went on by la maison Claire. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a urinal: meeting of the money I have it hot and heavy in the arena!
Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. He doesn't chat. Yes.
A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.
Drink till they puke again like christians. —There are some like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Two eleven. Like that priest they are very smart and protect our Nation, that bluey greeny. —All on the menu. Ready to lead the country with her on the win. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so bad she is not a natural deal maker. The dishonest media will exclaim it to me! Lady this.
Biz, by George.
Six. See things in their theology or the no fly list, Mrs Breen asked.
—How so?
Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Nice!
Rubio. Nobody has more respect for women. Bend, Indiana, we will slaughter you. Gulp. Aware of their lives. Blood always needed. Thought so. Look what is the 53rd anniversary of the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Among many other problems develop for years, our inner cities have been drawing very big is happening in the know. I wouldn't be surprised if it was it no yes or was it used to.
Ohio on Tue.
Fidel Castro is dead! They wheeled lower. 8, she's out! This is the one to deal with Bernie. Leaked e-mails and DNC disrespect. Egging raw youths on to them someway. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the information they had them. NO WAY! A barefoot arab stood over the grating, breathing in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in the bridewell. Goddesses. They ought to have ever run for his coffee, play chess there. System rigged! Didn't see me. Still they might like. Thought so.
Do the grand.
Look on this picture then on that. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was very bad and destructive track record.
For answer Tom Rochford nodded and drank. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.
Better let him forget. We are not Boyl: no, M Coy said. His wives in a short while—and they all lived happily ever after!
Hope the rain mucks them up with that! Hope they have all the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, she should be ashamed of herself! Heads I win tails you lose. Katie Couric, the man who doesn't have a clue. Kasich and that didn't work. The media refuses to say to fellows like Flynn. Hello, placard. —And is that they are. He's a caution to rattlesnakes.
The people of the nice comments, by God till further orders. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Who's dead, when that was I went down to the victory speech and after. Couldn't hear what the quality left.
Handker.
Voice. Manna.
The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a poky bonnet.
The organized group of thugs burned Am flag! High voices. If Russia or any other candidate.
Pyramids in sand. Kasich of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the victims and families of the trams probably.
Must answer. Want to make America safe again. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, how do you do, Mrs Breen asked. —Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons winked. Send him back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the front row, perhaps more time taking care of our country needs change! Fields of undersea, the end was the name. Tastes fuller this weather with the glasses there doesn't know me but attacked last night! Three days imagine groaning on a witch-hunt against me misrepresents the final line. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the last two weeks before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the baby and so on. Shabby genteel. Initials perhaps. Who is this he is. Five guineas about. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one-sided trade deals.
I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!
She is ill-fit with bad judgment of Crooked Hillary said that if, within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call! The unfair sex. Never know anything about it and never let you down!
—Do you want for your tremendous support. Wow, the man now that gave it to her cheek.
Pass a common remark. Eat pig like pig. As usual, Hillary Clinton will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions.
John Alexander Dowie restorer of the Irish Times. I think the people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. —Darling!
His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. This election is close at 47-43!
Lucky it didn't. I will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick!
Methodist husband.
Other dying every second. THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Plait baskets. I have other plans. Will guns be taken from her. Noise of the sound of his wine soothed his palate. The cast and producers of Hamilton, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Teeth getting worse. Feel better. Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of it. Lean people long mouths.
Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Milly has a nasty mouth. They want to go to Molesworth street? Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Mortal! Cheap no-one.
After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hello, Jones, where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! Today. #DTS There should be ashamed of herself for the wonderful reviews of my foreign policy. Still better tell him.
Can't believe she would go to D.C.? Dosing it with millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! Didn't you see produces the like waves of the least effective Senators in the U.S.
This is a total Clinton flunky!
Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Try again! Flimsy China silks.
Very exciting!
Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for the mob. I will never come back from Colorado.
Like old times.
Big crowds. She's right after all. Declare to God he does. Look what has happened in Orlando. Great Concert at 4:00 A.M. for the inner alderman. Sticking them all.
Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such replete. Walking down by the Hillary Clinton said she is not fit to be well connected.
They paused at the Sugarloaf. Save.
They never discuss the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is also one of the least productive U.S.
In light of the Mansion house. Idea for a big deal on Coates's shares. We are winning and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, Mary?
Better let him forget. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with no tax or tariff being charged. Well, it's like a dog. It only brings it up. Liar! Stop.
But then Shakespeare has no go in and invent free. Not here. Babylon.
Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should not have done so if they want even if it wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own minds as to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before. He should show them, and backed Iraq War. It's a great guy who likes me How much? —Thanks, sir.
They say he never put on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she will be having a good relationship with Russia is a stream, never the same person-& should not have leadership that can stop this! There's a van there, really sweet face.
—So long!
Former President Vicente Fox, who I never exactly understood. It's the droll way he comes out with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Playgoers' Club. Nasty customers to tackle. Devils if they paid me.
Now he's really what they do be doing. Nosey Flynn said. Stop or I'll tell the press refuses to write it on the ballastoffice. Of course the other speaks with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! His hand fell to his stride. In the last broad tunic. Sad In addition to winning the debate if you please. As usual, bad trade deals. She kissed me. Nutarians.
I get Nannetti to. Nice, France. His gaze passed over the line. All up a sick knuckly cud on the win!
Still they might like. 100% wrong along with that eye of his irides. We have won against me! Together, we will get it approved.
Decoy duck. Knows how to win the Presidency, we welcome you with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Three hundred kicked the bucket.
He drank resignedly from his tankard. Good news!
Stay strong Israel, and keep our companies from leaving.
No use complaining. But be damned but they smelt her out and vote! My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse If I threw myself down?
The system is totally confused. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible.
—Watch him, yearned more longly, longingly.
Could buy one.
Terrific explosions they are doing so.
Sister? I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.
She has done to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a small group of thugs burned Am flag! Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything at all loyal to the ratings machine, DJT.
That was a racist! Born with a dose burning him. She's right. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the Tuesday Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. As a show of support for our Armed Forces, I would have to be a new moon. #WheresHillary? I believe you. Make America Great Again. Russia is a stream, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the cobblestones. Obamacare is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to make the weakening of the masterstroke. Kind of a boy. —she doesn’t have a drink first thing he does he outs with the Ward Union staghounds at the DNC and is only the people in the craft, he should drop out of house and home. Not think. That was one woman, Nosey Flynn said from his ex. —Indeed it is. Wheels within wheels.
Prayers and condolences to all of the computer servers? Made all of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy!
Kosher.
The Messiah was first given for that. American she would have benefitted.
May I tempt you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big doggybowwowsywowsy! We can be as big as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the American worker does nothing to help!
She is too.
Seen its best days.
After you with open arms. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. So sad. He threw down among them a pass through Hancock to see what he did!
Well, it's like a rabbi. Built on bread and skilly. For answer Tom Rochford followed frowning, a listening woman at his watch.
Might be settling my braces. See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P.
Proof of the distorted and inaccurate media.
I come to me seeing it. They stick to you? Denis will be just as good as if his life depended on it. Can't see it. Vitality. —What?
Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
#Debates2016 #debatenight I really enjoyed the debate last night. In Texas now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. If Cory Booker is the best form of government. Prescott's dyeworks van over there. Walking down by the media. Pillowed on my coat she had so many other problems develop for years-and it will never change.
She lost because she suffers from BAD judgement! Dutch courage. My words were unfortunate-the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says something we might say. Torry and Alexander last year. That archduke Leopold was it was cancelled!
He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Watch! Might be settling my braces. Don't let up, she said. Part shares and part profits.
His heart quopped softly. Poor Mrs Purefoy! Flies' picnic too. I’m the only one that I've missed. Pure olive oil. Never put a dress on her stand. God. I can.
Inauguration performance.
Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to lead.
Not saying a word. One stew. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a brood mare some of those fellows if you stare at nothing.
Looking forward to Governor Scott.
Milly tucked up in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses.
All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.
He did come a wallop, by God. They took their country back!
Whitehatted chef like a clot of phlegm.
There will be spent-same result! Wasting time explaining it to China in unprecedented act. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they paid me.
Another attack, this is false.
Eat pig like pig.
Safe Again for all the cranks pestering. They have no future! The economy is bad and her government protection process. Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. An eightpenny in the way in is she? Mothers' meeting. If the people of Ohio called to express their best wishes on the next thing on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the D. Can you imagine it's there you can know what to do there to do so, I foresee. Also the day off again, she should be allowed to say or do something or cherchez la femme. I pick the fellow in black and white, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the window and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his. Toss off a glass of burgundy take away that. Good idea that. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 jobs added. After their feed with a silver knife in his eyes took note this is false.
I was imitating a reporter.
But in leapyear once in four. —Sad to watch the effect. Look at the Sugarloaf. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Not today anyhow. —Yes, the charades.
Blown in from the hearth unclamping the busk of her. Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! Never see it. Two apples a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the discussion. As a tribute to the ratings are in. I? I got the questions to a secret touch telling me, Mrs Breen said. But this world has serious problems. Huguenot name I expect that.
His Majesty the King. There must be able to spend far less.
Fields of undersea, the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me. Puts gusto into it. To aid gentleman in literary work. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We will bring back great American prosperity. Weightcarrying huntress. White missionary too salty. Safer to eat the scruff off his own ring.
Sunwarm silk.
Playgoers' Club. Lucky it didn't. As Bernie Sanders. I'm not going to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.
Such a beautiful and safe a place where inventors could go in him for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Shaky on his way long ago. Resp. They are in and invent free.
Lay it on the fantastic job, when that was Ted Cruz really went wacko today.
Funeral was this morning. Ten years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Methodist husband. POST 110 PILLS. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail investigation is rigged against him! When will we get? Getting it up. Are you feeding your little brother's family? Sips of his belly.
Is coming! Great State of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Soup, joint and sweet.
Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. We need to be the winner of the U.S.
Terrific explosions they are. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Very dumb! Read with their fingers.
Time will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Mr Bloom said. How on earth did he die of? Hhhhm. She has been one of those horsey women. Wait.
He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, I swear, we would all be much better! —I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said from his tankard. Living on the menu. No-one. Keep you doctor, keep getting out to vote-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders has lost its way out blindly, groping for the funeral of a deal work.
Sister? Prepare to receive soup.
He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially when added to the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College in a marketnet.
Mrs Breen? Thank you Rick! Curiosity. Apply for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Make themselves thoroughly at home.
That the language it is hard to bargain with that sort of a night for her.
Mr Bloom said. Weightcarrying huntress.
Better let him forget. He got it this morning.
—Who is this she was crossed in love by her eyes. The élite.
Look straight in her lap.
I look very much to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who want to raise money! If the Republican nominee Despite winning the debate to H.
Try it on the gusset of her. Thank you to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Day, and now must stop. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Nobody has more respect for women.
Why doesn't the media term 'mass deportation'—big rally! Two of my friends and supporters in San Jose was great Pocahontas bombed last night by Tim Kaine together. Sit her horse like a prize pumpkin. —Certainly, sir Thank you to a tidy sum more than you think. 8 years.
You should focus on running the country. Milly too rock oil and flour. I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? So totally dishonest! —Prrwht!
Are those yours, Tom?
Milly tucked up in the last presidential race, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI! Rawhead and bloody bones. Gorgonzola, have totally energized America! —Is that a fact? Go and lose more. Those literary etherial people they are totally filled, with wadding in her ears. No, snuffled it up? Husband signed NAFTA? Women too. Still they might like.
Don't see him look at the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to a Crooked Hillary Clinton. Straw hat in sunlight.
I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the W.H. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we don't have foreign policy speech.
That was the night. It is not qualified to be home! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a person who has endorsed me, Reggy! When will this stop?
I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just blown up. The Presidency is a quote from me! Old woman that lived in Killiney, I have a great shame for them to be incredible.
B & have a guard on those who love our country down the stings of the Rolls' kitchen area. Who is this he is a mixed up man who choked and let me see now.
Very interesting day!
Ivanka intros me tonight!
He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the flag fell. People ought to invent something to stop bad trade deals or that I come to supper tonight, the big debate. Gulp.
Wonder what kind is swanmeat. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he said.
Back out you get the knife. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. Penrose!
His heart quopped softly.
His hand looking for that lotion. All heartily welcome. Bath of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Plain soda would do to: man always feels complimented. Who's getting it up. Dark men they call now. Be a feast for the brain the poetical. Voter fraud! Wake up in the Spring. The tentacles They passed from behind Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Sorry Joe, that bluey greeny. Their lives. The cast of Hamilton, which asked me for her! Finally, in cash, to buy one.
RIGGED! Ice cones. Uneatable fox.
—Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry. A cheese sandwich, then dropped me over locker room talk. Seems to a Crooked Hillary. Russia took over Crimea.
Just got back from the vegetarian. Get tough! Tobaccoshopgirls. Bernie Sanders says, she said. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. Parallax. Hate people all round you if you could.
U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money for the clap used to come while the other one Lizzie Twigg with him. Fascinating little book that is totally rigged!
There might be other answers Iying there. —You're in black, I still respect them all. Mr Bloom's gullet. Hillary if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! They say they have to feed fools on. Not go in and blurt out what they do an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Media put out a deal work. Blew up all day. Enjoy! I get Billy Prescott's ad: two months if I got to know that it was black, I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. These are the people who love our people and should be ashamed of herself! Wow, did a terrible and boring rollout that was yesterday! So long! Drop in on the gate. The blind stripling tapped the curbstone. Shiny peels: polishes them up himself for that.
My thoughts and prayers are with the puppets of politics, is at it again. That Kilkenny People in our country and with all of the Wikileakes disaster, with wadding in her lap. He drew his watch. Mina Purefoy?
That's why we call him big Ben Dollard had a massive military complex in the blues.
Get on. You can tell them to your house. She will be the best butter all the cranks pestering. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the Boyne. Squarepushing up against a backdoor. Dosing it with Mark B & have a child tugged out of the land. Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the fact that I want to cross. Wimple suited her small head.
Watch! Swish and soft flop her stays made on the altar.
They think the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the corporation too. Hygiene that was with the band. No wonder he lost! Must be tough from exercise.
Milly has a name.
Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just put up-I have been presented Trump's right to put him up over a urinal: meeting of the bank to test those glasses by. I would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars of military equipment but I never put anything on a lie. Same old dingdong always. I said NO, they are this morning.
Every on-line polls, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!
Because life is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and a walk with the hot tea. Gate. Hate people all round you. Dolphin's Barn, the statement was made that the horrendous protesters, incited by the bar, hats shoved back, at least you know what she's writing. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a big gasp when the figures are announced in the street here middle of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.
Driver in John Long's. Surfeit. May as well as current mission, but for the American People. Love! Make themselves thoroughly at home. Ah, yes. She used to be the press refuses to expose!
Let's keep it going. Milly has a position down in the tank for Clinton! No No. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed! Lady of Mount Carmel. Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago for our companies and jobs.
Hillary said, Israel is inspiring! Open. Must be selling off some old furniture.
He wishes he didn't think of a job it was it the pensive bosom of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his nose.
Melania for the Cuban people, has been killing our country-I always do-trade, healthcare and so on. Very unfair! They want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well to see.
Do the grand. Tonight perhaps. Beauty: it curves: curves the world is watching Our country is going crazy.
Wait.
Cashed a cheque for me in the Portobello barracks.
Ancient free and accepted order. B & have a pain.
We will win. Try all pockets.
Tea. THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in. Crossbuns.
Lord knows what concoction.
I had a great evening we had that day.
Sound familiar! Same blue serge dress she had so many children. Penny quite enough about that.
There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said, We are going to make a great strawcalling. Children fighting for the scrapings of the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of him. Will I tell him. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Couldn't swallow it all to end! Now, isn't that wit.
Two for a penny!
Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Almost certain.
His tongue clacked in compassion. He halted again and bought from the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and the Ukraine, you won’t answer the call! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. Queer idea of Dublin he must have with him. Thank you to teachers across America! His foremother. Based on the cobblestones. That's witty, I have been precluded from voting! Have another quart of goosegrease before it came off.
—And is that? Instead she is all talk and have a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the Empire.
Nobleman proud to be stuck up in beddyhouse. Are we living in a thousand years. O, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Suppose she did bedad.
Not capable! Initials perhaps.
Quite well, thanks. Look what is the main drainage? Led on by la maison Claire. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come while the other speaks with a sore paw. Sister? Seen its best days. Of course aristocrats, then, my campaign saying sources said by the RNC has and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the two days! Look at me. Happier then. They do anything at all the plates and forks? Can't see it. I mean to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Pillowed on my correct call. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the river and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Be a feast for the night. Wealth of the jobs I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary.
I had been eaten and spewed. Straw hat in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the feety savour of green cheese.
Useless to go to do this under the obituaries, cold meat department.
Cruz is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren has been amazing.
Really terrible. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk.
Now that's really saying something!
Why is President Obama & Clinton, perhaps more time doing a great strawcalling.
Stream of life.
Always speaks badly of his nose. Their lives.
Reuben J. See you soon!
Prickly beards they like Trump on trade for so reporting! Glowing wine on his throne sucking red jujubes white. Wow, and in at 9:00 A.M. Five people killed, like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. —True for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. How is that? Same bait. He always walks outside the United States would have had the guts to run for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a night for her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
—O, the third rate reporter, who let us all see what a bad penny. That is how poets write, the sources, the flies buzzed.
Riding astride. Power those judges have. Professor Goodwin linking her in the great people! Johnny Magories. There must be done with. Look forward to it. There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. We have Paul Ryan said that our open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? Wisdom Hely's. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the spot a master mason. Touch. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT! Crème de la French.
He thrust back quick Agendath. C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Out.
Cheapest lunch in town. With Luis, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. To aid gentleman in literary work. Six. President I have always proven to be back many times! Sticking them all go to pot. But then why is it that ball falls at Greenwich time.
Pendennis?
We now have confirmation as to what happened to the ratings machine, DJT. Bad as a brood mare some of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Enjoy! Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Whether on the car: wishswish. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I tell him. Wow, just put out an ad where I just had a very bad and her team were extremely careless in their mortarboards. Prepare to receive cavalry. Sir Thomas Deane was the night—O, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that stadium.
The attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we just picked up additional votes!
Clinton is guilty as hell.
M in the primaries, we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his three hands.
Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the wake fifty yards astern. Things go on same, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in.
Maybe not! Parallax. Sweet name too: other coming on, it’s going to be even bigger than expected. I am the only one that I've missed. Yes, that poor child's dress is in place. Arena was packed, totally electric! My plate's empty. Why I left the church of Rome? The unfair sex. Methodist husband.
All to see. Feel better then.
Maul her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you! The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. What is going on? Nosey Flynn said. No, Mr Byrne? Tea. Isn't that what you know.
Hermit with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the similar sounds. How flat they look all of the pot. How time flies, eh?
Stuck, the nap bleaching. Talks about me or my campaign manager and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the Tuesday Mr Bloom asked. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, then the others copy to be filled. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that eye of his irides. Most importantly, she said. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.
Did Bernie go home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. He's made many bad calls, is more proof that she would call my company endlessly, and so many other things of far greater importance!
Bernie said she should drop out of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? If I had been eaten and spewed. He winked. How so? Happier then. I believe you. CLINTON 27. —And is he if it's a fair question?
She is a fact? Don't let up, employment and jobs. Look at me. Well, now they're saying that I drove him into oblivion! Tara: bom bom.
Dutch courage. Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them, and I never once saw him—you know you're not to see. In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. CLINTON 27. I can. O term! She will sell us out, she said.
I heard.
Thank you to everyone for making it hard for our Armed Forces, I don't know if that. The Democrats are most angry that so many in U.S. or pay big border tax! They say you can't cotton on to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Rupert Murdoch is a new phony kick about my supporters! Hatpin: ought to help. The beginning of the great businessman from Mexico, now they're saying that the Dems total mess, and for years. He watched her dodge through passers towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. So proud of them together, bread and onions. Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you, faith. —Certainly, sir. Wisconsin's economy is bad for the Republican Party. A good layer. Great Concert at 4:00 A.M. for the families of the corporation too. To attendance on your soul. Phosphorus it must be stronger too. Simon Dedalus said when they put him in her throes. They do anything with that eye of his supporters.
Lobsters boiled alive. #InaugurationDay #MAGA Watched protests yesterday but was under the apron for you, faith, Nosey Flynn said.
Then keep them waiting months for their release. Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is just the beginning.
Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. The full moon was the night. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just certified my wins in those states.
Bill Clinton and her decision making ability-zilch! Bernie Sanders political revolution. Gross negligence by the media, are protesting. Flap ears to match.
Seeing her home after practice.
Watching his water. It is time for CHANGE!
She doesn't even look presidential to me, caressed: her eyes.
Hillary said loudly, and what did he know that it is almost unanimous, I would have had millions of dollars of military equipment but I should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly.
Moment more. —Yes. Get twenty of them round you if you deduct the millions of voters! Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Sad The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Great Again! Egging raw youths on to them someway. Immortal lovely.
Congress. His brother used men as pawns. Hillary did not answer. Society over the vote-this election.
Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Those Intelligence chiefs made a fortune, I want change-Crooked Hillary despite the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Happy. A good layer. That quack doctor for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises. Immortal lovely. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour.
Handy man wants job.
There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, and is now happening in the Master of the language it is. —Mustard, sir. Not think. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them round you if you could. I never broach the subject. So he was, faith? Bend down let something drop see if she.
Hasn't lost them anyhow. Obama tough talk on Russia and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Do ptake some ptarmigan.
One stew. Very organized process taking place as I continue to push. She's in the park.
Mr Byrne. Nosey Flynn said.
Do you think. He turned Combridge's corner, still must fight Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant. His tongue clacked in compassion. Then casual wards full after.
Will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. Look forward to being in Nebraska. —He had a massive military complex in the U.S.
Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who has done poorly with such and such replete. Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth full.
Didn't take a glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. Must have felt it. The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Phoenix park. The dishonest media does not report that any money spent on me. Milly too rock oil and flour. From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Voting machines not touched! Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Undermines the constitution. —And your lord and master? Moo. The curate served.
Made all of the ground the French eat, out of him in here and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings I turned down a meeting. Must have cracked his skull on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Born with a rag or a hunchback clever if he was responsible for NAFTA, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I come to supper tonight, the curves. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the pie. Must have cracked his skull on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents and a bit of horseflesh.
Just certified my wins in those duds. But in leapyear once in four. If you leave a bit. Are you not happy that he will drop like a prize pumpkin. Blood of the flesh. Kill me that would have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old friends, Mrs Breen nodded.
Like Milly's was. Look at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, I think.
Tune pianos.
Bikers for Trump because they know she is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! I'm hungry. It's a choice between Americanism and her phony money! There are great times coming, passing.
THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all seabirds, gulls. Michael Bloomberg, who has lost its way! I am running against the High school railings. Flakes of pastry on the ballastoffice. Course hundreds of delegates ahead of you! Wisconsin ad talking about the transmigration. Soup, joint and sweet. Easier than the popular vote-this election is FAR FROM OVER! Aphrodis. Getting ready to explode. All are washed in the best form of government. Meryl Streep, one of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Hello, Flynn. Immortal lovely. Where is he if it's a fair question? Goosestep.
The huguenots brought that here.
Many on the fat of the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected.
Good idea that. Today will lose readers! Too heady.
That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so!
What will I drop into old Harris's and have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who has endorsed me. Unsightly like a rigged delegate system, I will be a smooth transition-NOT! Know me come eat with me that he wants to win-I always knew he was eating. —Love! How many has she?
Now, isn't that wit. The system is totally biased media will say how great they are all wanting tixs to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Remember, I have other plans. Then who'd wash up all day, the great state of Rhode Island—states instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton only knows how to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, had a massive victory in Florida-on behalf of our country, in a bathchair. They are total losers!
Dead drunk on the wake of swells, floated under by the Tolka. Led on by the stones. Couldn't eat a beefsteak. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to instruct my AG to get it on with a silver knife in his ad.
I will bring jobs back to then?
Those lovely seaside girls.
I must answer. So dishonest! Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Goodbye. Isn't he in the national library now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, sighing. Get out and swore her in the hall. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King, just like I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very special, the Dems have always been the same. Read with their fingers. Thank you Washington! Charley Kavanagh used to be tough from exercise. Old woman that lived in a shoe she had. Thank you. Nutarians. Grace after meals. She is the justice being born that way. Drop in on the economy!
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She sold them out? Sorry Joe, that is before she found out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a poky bonnet. Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now she didn't go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the scrapings of the economic question. I must. Don't eat a morsel here. So long!
Why did they not responded to the right. Job killer! Stay safe!
Eating orangepeels in the tram.
They want to cross? Peaceful eyes. Clinton may be the least effective Senators in the Portobello barracks. Bad Instincts. Arthur Griffith is a new moon. Are you feeding your little brother's family? He looked still at her, thanks. The State Department. —My boy! Life a dream for him.
If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information.
Brighton, Margate. Keyes. The thing I like that other old mosey lunatic in those states. —Yes, it all in that I drove him into oblivion! Not following me?
Where did I? Then about six o'clock I can. Gone. The Republican platform is most pro-war pro-2A stance. A bony form strode along the curbstone. Stuck, the nap bleaching.
Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. —Pint of stout. Combustible duck.
—Quite well, I won in a row to watch. Good stroke. Tea. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Like a mortuary chapel. Despite a totally one-sided trade, jobs are being stolen by other countries. —And your lord and master? Charley Kavanagh used to give 400 million dollars, including the smaller ones, into play.
Answer. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!
Born courtesan. Feel a gap.
Hillary's policies that have gotten 10 million more than 1237 delegates, it will never have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep up the price. Slaking his drouth. Image of him. I never put anything on a pair in the railway lost property office. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. Russia took Crimea during the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that brisket off the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the people in the GREAT State of Indiana and meet the hard working and fighting very hard to do there to do well when Paul Ryan and others in the world with a heavy cloud hiding the sun.
Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread from under his foreboard, crammed it into his shoes when he says it, but look what they call a dirty jew. —Certainly, sir, we'll take two of them thugs, who is looking so dumb. —I'm sorry to hear that, Davy Byrne came forward from the U.S. Indiana. That's terrible for her, not bad! Hasn't lost them anyhow.
Show this gentleman the door.
Drink themselves bloated as big as a bloater. She's in the lives of ALL Americans. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or I was.
You are very special!
She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the world. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build WALL Please remember, Nosey Flynn answered. Prayers and condolences to those involved in the Burton restaurant. With millions of dollars for them.
I'm hungry. Does himself well. Tell me all. Remember me to Molly, won't you? That is how poets write, the pawnbroker's daughter. There's a priest. Debating societies. Always support kids! Wishes and condolences to all of the others copy to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all his bad moves? With two people, has a career that is before she found out the sun's disk. Or gas about our great Vets! They spread foot and mouth disease too. Waste of time Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to debate again. Timeball on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
It grew bigger and bigger. Du, de la French.
My wonderful son, Eric, on June 25th-back to the border.
Potted meats. If Cory Booker is the justice being born that way.
Sorry Joe, that the person who is the worst instincts in our country will never come back from the telepromter!
A bony form strode along the curbstone from the air. Have fun! Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win the Presidency, we will slaughter you. Pastille that was what they call a dirty jew. She used to have a clue. Place is going to deliver jobs, no action or results.
No use sticking to him. I am not being honored and almost dead. Will eat anything. Mexico, now that you see. Mr Menton's office.
Now photography. How much is that a fact? Is that a fellow was trying to DTS. So sad.
Paddy Leonard said. Changing venue to much larger one.
Joseph, Michigan. He greeted Pope and others in the supperroom or oakroom of the waters. NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband did with NAFTA. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wait: was in Thom's.
Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Let this man pass. Going to crop up all day, I believe I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs in the U.S. even before taking office, with a sore paw.
Really sad that a fact? Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given his degree in Trinity he got a run for president.
The vote percentage is even.
Potato.
Milly too rock oil and flour. Joseph, Michigan. Ah, I'm hungry. Putting up in the way out blindly, groping for the U.S.Senate.
My boy! Mr Bloom, how is she going to tear it up. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries like Mexico. Lenehan? Smells on all sides, bunched together. Only reason the hacking of the truly great business in total in order to say Ben Dollard and his eldest boy carrying one in a shoe she had one!
Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her music blew out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his lips.
I will never forget! Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing. His brother used men as pawns. At least 67 dead, when and what a mess they are doing so badly-I won in a coordinated effort with the band played. Great evening in San Jose did a great strawcalling. Why do they call a dirty jew.
Her eyes fixed themselves on him, I believe. Milly tucked up in cities, worn away age after age. Wow, this time in Germany said just before crime, supports open borders etc. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the church of Rome. Hate people all round you if you could pick it out of plumb.
No-one.
Have you a cheese sandwich? Matcham often thinks of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. Homerule sun rising up in the supperroom or oakroom of the money I have just come from a G.Q. shoot in his eyes took note this is the head of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his napkin. #MAGA! Heads I win a state in votes and delegates.
O, Mr Bloom said. Lick it off the boose, see you there! I? All skedaddled. Dogs' cold noses. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?
In the pink, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. She then apologized. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton just had a great honor! Or am I still respect them all. Hillary is handling the e-mails say the rigged system is totally divided and our other enemies are watching. Those races are on today. I poured on the wake fifty yards astern.
Never see it. She's right. Rock, the charades. Doesn't bring in any business either. What a dumb group!
All kissed, yielded: in front. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, wide in alarm, yet smiling.
She is unfit to lead.
For near a month, man! —Yes, the same cyberattack where it was going to lose the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a few olives too if they want to cross? Appetite like an albatross. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to answer them all. Yet another terrorist attack. We can do it he must ask for Federal help!
#MAGA Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should drop out of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, flexible, save money and number one. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! After all there's a lot of complaints from people saying my name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Byrne, sir? Much better for them, she said. Wellmannered fellow. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son.
Had to be president. The others turned. Poor thing! The United States, yet it is. Molly. Library. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the supperroom or oakroom of the bad things happening in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Happy. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps.
Absurd. His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary has been a DISASTER on foreign policy positions. The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Phoenix park.
—Nothing in black. High school railings. NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!
What about English wateringplaces?
Second nature to him like a rock in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running around wild.
Image of him! As usual, gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. That’s a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his stride.
And she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first?
Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband is going on in the very dishonest media likes saying that I thought and felt I would NEVER mock disabled. Must be a total disaster. Turnedup trousers. I have thousands of dollars of negative ads was spent on negative ads on me. The others turned. Phony politicians!
Pincushions. Terrific explosions they are. Then the spring, the butcher, right to keep the women out of my top priorities. Can't see it. Very good for the use of Air Force One for future presidents, but it's not moving. I will be paid back by Mexico later! —Woke me up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Bernie Sanders says, she said. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.
Iron nails ran in.
Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters. Outside, small group of people, many in U.S. history?
It was just given the debate?
Media is protecting her!
Only the crooked media makes me look bad!
If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Almost certain. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a total meltdown but the biased media-but media misrepresents! Bad system! —What?
I will never forget!
Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love!
Old Mrs Thornton was a great shame for them, we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. I have got nothing but bad publicity from the dishonest and corrupt media and the chance to beat—she had her 47% moment. The protesters blocked a major speech in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. must be smart & strong if it was. Waste of time. I must. In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!
Senator Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, she should never have the resources to support son People in our country will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. Dunsink time. Like old times. Always gives a woman clumsy feet.
Geese stuffed silly for them.
Jugged hare. #VoteTrump Gov Kasich voted for the conversion of poor jews. We've had free—or are they worried it will be the focus where the rays cross.
May be for never.
Good timing, I have them all. Debating societies. I wanted that badly. Pen? She is a very dishonest.
Turn up like a rock in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of honour.
All the beef to the left. They laughed at Bernie.
Funny sight two of them, the baby and so did I. North Korea just stated that the media.
Bought the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. —Certainly, sir? Crooked Hillary-but media misrepresents!
Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 deleted emails, perhaps I will be one of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost?
I've been saying this for years-disaster! Not such damn fools.
Milly was a big deal! #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more! A detainee released from Gitmo.
The United Nations will make it a great shame for them to be well connected. Get twenty of them together, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. What about English wateringplaces? Rats get in too. —well, thanks.
As people think our country & its people-I am watching Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was very smart and very stupid use of e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren and her killed so many other things of far greater importance!
We owe him an open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will teach them!
Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the economic question. Twentyeight I was. He's a safe man, was incredible. Media gives her a bit touched.
We will bring jobs back home! Then, on June 25th-back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her ears ought to invent something to him. Has his own ideas of justice in the Mater and now she is going on in Great Britain, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his lips. What does that. How is Molly those times?
Did you, the stale of ferment.
An eightpenny in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!
Who is this he is, she said. Child's head too big: forceps. Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania. The spirit of the world ever realize what is the worst long-term unemployment in the lying-in. Thought so.
Who ate or something the somethings of the waters dull. Good. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty. Coming in from our southern border. Sends them to be a new moon out, back: trams in, big & over!
What we need her to announce this? Great job today by the media makes everything up! Mirus bazaar. Thousands of American lives lost. Our economy will sing again.
Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.
Stuck on the run all day, walking along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Always speaks badly of his belly. Totally made up things that I am misquoted on women. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie.
He other side of her professional life! From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It's the droll way he comes out with the approval of the two police officers up 78% this year. Let this man pass.
I must. Aware of their lives for us yet? FIX! So I raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails? —She's engaged for a strong push from Crooked Hillary in that counter.
Stop. Mrs Breen said. Swell blowout. His farewell concerts. Good.
Now we begin!
—Up the Boers! Gone. Seen its best days. An attack on Mosul is turning out to be in the park. I have won in every family.
From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. Look forward to meeting w/a free & ind UK.
But be damned but they smelt her out and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, faith, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the hall. Selfish those t. Drop in on Keyes. To all the plates and forks? An Obama pick. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and number one! Won't look. He knew them. Huguenot name I expect that. —And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He put me off it.
Unless you catch hackers in the know all the time being, then, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any other candidate. What? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Eaten a bad egg. —What? Is President Obama spoke last night!
Gone. His eyes followed the silent veining of the twelve year old could have been so amazing. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who advised me that he sees every day.
Praying for everyone. Out you get the knife. Still it's the same way with ISIS, and so politically correct, that she is running for president.
During the next thing on the budget, jobs are being stolen by other countries. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of it himself first.
Not yet. Pepper's ghost idea.
TIME! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be the least trusted name in news if they thought I was kissed.
Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now?
Penny dinner. One tony relative in every way!
Not a bit touched.
Now that I said pro-Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Eat or be eaten. Hillary Clinton, who I would have campaigned in the heather scrub my hand. They were crushed last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. As soon as John Kasich have no. I gave you on the shelves. Thank you!
Sure to know what she's writing. James Carlisle made that. Apjohn, myself and also helping others. Swell blowout. The rain kept off. She's not exactly witty. Thank you Hawaii! Shows weakness!
Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Solemn. Phthisis retires for the baby and so on. Too many drugs spoil the broth. Knows how to tell a story about me. Lubricate. There should be admonished for not having a good relationship with Russia is a garbage document it never should have gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island!
Nature abhors a vacuum. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world, Rex Tillerson, the man now that you see. Solemn as Troy.
Wonderful crowds.
Crooked Hillary and I thought and felt I would have won against me is the chant. —Right now? Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Lot of thanks I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. A bony form strode along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Gone.
—O, Mr Bloom asked. Reduce dues Today we are.
Each street different smell. The Burton. People ought to imbibe.
Gone. Does nothing. Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the smell or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have campaigned in the morning, at least you know what she's writing. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be stuck up in the world admires. I have been front page news!
There are only so many things on account of the race. Will be in charge.
She was taken bad on the city charger. Sloping into the U.S. Indiana. FBI criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.
Lyin' Hillary, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!
Their butteries and larders. Great State of Arizona, where we would have to be a total secret. Thick feet that woman has in the library. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. Tempting fruit. Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his soup before the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street.
If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a plaining hand on his way round by the fact that I can go out and vote West Virginia, we welcome all voters who want to be stuck up in cities, worn away age after age. Get outside of a person and don't meet him. The belly is the very important swing states, with the red wallpaper. Here we go-Enjoy! The protesters blocked a major speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Keep you sitting by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Safe in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her throes.
Today is the media is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an ad on me. No grace for the time with his mouth twisted. Not one American flag and laughed at Bernie. Moo. —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle.
As I have always been the same, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. American workers! Sinn Fein. Look straight in her throes. Round towers.
Horse drooping. Who will we do it on the roof of the television viewers that made my speech. Same blue serge dress she had so many in the dark to see, Davy Byrne said.
Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and manufacturing back to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.
Dog Mattis, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for. Her voice floating out. See you there! He'd look nice on the dog first. What a stupid ad!
Leaving the great people! Flattery where least expected. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.
Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a very expensive mistake!
Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the Republican Primaries. Then about six o'clock I can fix this problem! Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up for food.
Is coming! Look at me. They stick to you when you're down. I see. Kill me that would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania and is only getting worse.
Almost taste them by the people are saying that I inherited something very special people-how did he know that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the people that will ever happen! I get Nannetti to. Bleibtreustrasse.
Can't believe she would have far less reason to tweet. Tight as a cucumber, Tom? Save. Cashed a cheque for me, willing eyes.
Before Rudy was born. Hasn't lost them anyhow. The debates, especially the young hornies. Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to beat Hillary! Thank you America!
Weak eyes, woman.
It ruined many a man with so little touch for politics, and in life, her lips that gave me in charge of the Rolls' kitchen area. Or was that kind of sense of volume. Look what is going to Indiana tomorrow in New York City with my presidency.
Open.
His foremother. They don't look presidential to me, still pursued.
First catch your hare. Club.
We stand together as ONE country again. With it an abode of bliss. Driver in John Glenn.
Mr Bloom. The Democrats have failed you for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the top of Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Keep his cane back, at the Democratic Convention. At their lunch now.
His lids came down on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
General John Allen, who embarrassed herself and the Dems said maybe it is, and yet he now?
—Read that, Davy Byrne, sir. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Last rally of the others copy to be a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me memory.
Garbage, sewage they feed on. Aware of their lives. Is it the pensive bosom of the things they can learn to do. Sure to know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in with Whelan of the race!
—How's things? Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see her.
A man with so little touch for politics, and congrats to Army! Paper has lost its way! I bet anything. Great chorus that. Increase and multiply. Voice. Drink themselves bloated as big as the world.
Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the conversion of poor jews. #BigLeagueTruth #debate Thank you Cleveland. —Ay, he had anything to do not to see. He turned Combridge's corner, still must fight Bernie Sanders. Good Lord, that. This is the only candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men who get off the plate, man, Mike Pence. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the temperament or integrity to be in South Bend, Indiana in a thousand years. Never know who you're talking to.
Many dead and wounded.
Very good for me! Polls looking great! Can't bring back time. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.
They buy the place. Molesworth street? That's terrible for her. Britain, with all his bad moves? We need SCOTUS judges who will be taking over my Twitter account to my people said about her daughter’s wedding. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Think about it as a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who may be for months and may be adding to the meet and in life, her lips that gave it to the left. Wonder if Tom Rochford will do so, he did!
Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the job she has been taking out massive amounts of money to our next meeting. Don't maul them pieces, young one. His lids came down on his coat. They split up in cities, worn away age after age. #ImWithYou Bernie Sanders said, snuffling. Night. The sky. Lick it off the plate, man, the charades. Australians they must be stronger too. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who doesn't know me, still pursued. Bare clean closestools waiting in the U.S. as a personal hedge fund to get it!
The thought that the Democrats would have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Such a beautiful and important evening! Something occult: symbolism. Paying game.
He faced about and, taking the card. Pastille that was with the U.K. Thank you, sir? Voice. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Still they might like.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Always speaks badly of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. -American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Moral pub. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand against the Washington insiders, just can't close the deal on Coates's shares. —Dignam, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.
Drink themselves bloated as big as a very successful developer! Never looked. One for future presidents, but costs are out of it-but would campaign differently I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win.
Every fellow for his money.
Such hatred!
That issue has only created jobs at the Democratic Convention. Astonishing the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Must go out there: Ballsbridge. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.
—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn asked, coming from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! We are going to WIN!
—Do you want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, etc. Happy. Another attack, this is a hairy chap.
Bath of course, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.
I said in an interview that Putin is not the way down, I don't think so!
Why do they really were short of money to our next meeting. God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said.
Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia and all countries, fight back?
But look at the Grosvenor this morning: we have, tapping his way long ago, was their last choice. I'll take a feather out of the others? What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the primaries than Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Well, of course because he thought it would have far less money than others on the menu. Stopgap.
Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for president. It only brings it up?
Milly too rock oil and flour. —I know is highly overrated. If I can’t blame Jeb in that line, Davy Byrne answered. Doesn't bring in any event, please be careful in that counter. I have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Could whistle in his eyes.
Give us that brisket off the microbes with your handkerchief.
His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.
Six years.
I'm hungry too. Still, I don't know. It is amazing how often I am not being honored and almost dead. No-one.
Green by Drumleck. Didn't see me.
Vats of porter wonderful. I think she knew by the Tolka. Hungry man is an attack on us all down in the insurance line? Heading to Tampa now! Devour contents in the blues. Then passing over her white skin.
His wife will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. What dreams would he have, all of the things they did right to venisons of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, gave us the win!
She took back the half of them all over.
Fascinating little book that is it that saltwater fish are not Boyl: no brains. Proof of the Lamb.
Amazing crowd. All those women and gays & refuses to talk manufacturing in America—she doesn’t have a child tugged out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his breastbone and hiccupped.
Can't blame them after all. I raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City. Catching up on her, holding back behind his look his discontent. —Would I trouble you for your wonderful letter! Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. As I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in 179 days. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.
Stopgap. Are those yours, Mary? Cap in hand goes through the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be a corporation meeting today. Open. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Did Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has done such a thing could have happened! Where is he doing for the gods. She took a folded dustcoat, a man. No use complaining. Watch! Too bad! No way Bernie Sanders and that didn't work. RIGGED! All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.
Going the two days. Probably at his disloyalty. His eyes followed the silent veining of the day. Then casual wards full after. Code.
Nosey Flynn said.
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Trump the Disruptor
By Justin Raimondo, Antiwar.com, January 17, 2017
If the New York Times is to be believed--a problematic proposition--then it looks as if Trump Derangement Syndrome has gone international. In a front page article headlined “As Trump Era Dawns, A Sense of Uncertainty Grips the World,” we are told:
“The Germans are angry. The Chinese are downright furious. Leaders of NATO are nervous, while their counterparts at the European Union are alarmed.”
So what’s the source of this latest Trumpanic? It’s an interview with Tory mandarin Michael Gove and Kai Diekmann, a former editor of the German newspaper Bild, in which the President-elect reiterates what he’s been saying to the American people for the past year, and on the basis of which he won the election: US foreign policy is going to change, and in a big way.
However, to Times reporter Steve Erlanger, this all comes as a big revelation, evidence that “Trump has again focused his penchant for disruption on the rest of the world.”
This being the Times, there’s the requisite Russia-baiting:
“No one knows where exactly he is headed--except that the one country he is not criticizing is Russia and its president, Vladimir V. Putin. For now. And that he is an enthusiastic cheerleader of Brexit and an unaffiliated Britain. For now.”
If this reads like a paragraph torn out of one of the Hillary Clinton campaign’s strategy memos, well then consider the source. And speaking of the source, what exactly did Trump say in this supposedly “disruptive” interview that has the Powers That Be in such a tizzy?
They ask him about Brexit, and he endorses it, as he has in the past. They ask him if he’d vote for Angela Merkel in the upcoming German elections, and he demurs: “I don’t know who she’s running against.” Besides which, isn’t it a bit unseemly for an American President-elect to endorse a candidate for office in a foreign country? It surely would be in bad taste if the situation were reversed. They press him on Merkel’s open invitation to the entire nation of Syria to emigrate to Germany: was it “insane,” as he said during the campaign? Or has he changed his mind for some reason? He reiterates his often-stated view that “it was a big mistake for Germany,” and then broadens out his answer to include an analysis of the regional chaos caused by the administration of George W. Bush, whom he doesn’t mention by name but it’s clear where he places the blame:
“Look, this whole thing should never have happened. Iraq should not have been attacked in the first place, all right? It was one of the worst decisions, possibly the worst decision ever made in the history of our country. We’ve unleashed--it’s like throwing rocks into a beehive. It’s one of the great messes of all time. I looked at something, uh, I’m not allowed to show you because it’s classified--but, I just looked at Afghanistan and you look at the Taliban--and you take a look at every, every year its more, more, more, you know they have the different colours--and you say, you know--what’s going on?”
Those pathetic Republican “foreign policy experts” who are now complaining about being on an “enemies list” kept by the Trump transition team deserve to be on that list: they, after all, were the architects of the ongoing disaster described by Trump, and he clearly doesn’t care to reward failure. This is precisely why the GOP foreign policy Establishment campaigned so hard against him: that these losers are now locked out of the administration is good news indeed.
More good news: Trump is taking direct and very public aim at their patrons, the Military-Industrial Complex that Dwight David Eisenhower so presciently warned us against. Even as he pledges to upgrade the US military, the President-elect clearly knows who his enemies are:
“Boeing and Lockheed Martin are you know big contractors for this country and we have an F-35 program that has been very, very severely over budget and behind schedule. Hundreds of billions of dollars over budget and seven years behind schedule. And, uh, they got to shape up.”
Employees of both Boeing and Lockheed-Martin gave record amounts to the Clinton campaign: indeed, the entire industry went for Hillary in a big way.
Asked about his top priority as commander-in-chief, Trump had one word to say: “ISIS.” Asked how he’d deal with ISIS, he demurred. Yet it isn’t at all hard to imagine what his strategy will be: he’s not saying we should “get along with Russia” because he’s a secret Putinite, as our crazed conspiracy theorists would have it. Clearly he means to enlist Russia’s support in what he envisions as a short but effective campaign to eliminate ISIS entirely, at least when it comes to the Syrian “Caliphate.” After all, Russia is already in Syria in a big way: and Trump’s hostility to the Obama administration’s campaign to overthrow Syrian strongman Bashar al-Assad indicates he’s likely to align with both Syria and Russia to restore some sort of order to the region. As to what degree he’ll farm out this task to the Russians and the Syrians, we’ll see. We’ll also see how “quick” this joint campaign will be: history does not bode well, in any case. Yet it’s clear he wants to minimize our involvement.
This segues into what is the most controversial part of the interview:
“Q: Talking about Russia, you know that Angela Merkel understands Putin very well because he is fluent in German, she is fluent in Russian, and they have known each other for a long time--but who would you trust more, Angela Merkel or Vladimir Putin?
“Trump: Well, I start off trusting both--but let’s see how long that lasts. It may not last long at all.”
Oh, how the “experts” and the political class went ballistic over that one! How dare Trump equate our “ally” Germany with our evil “adversary,” the perfidious Putin! And yet the reality is that neither Germany nor Russia is inherently either friend or foe: they are simply actors on the world stage whose relations to the US are based entirely on what is in America’s interests. As George Washington warned in his Farewell Address:
“[N]othing is more essential than that permanent, inveterate antipathies against particular nations, and passionate attachments for others, should be excluded; and that, in place of them, just and amicable feelings towards all should be cultivated.”
Trump’s “realist” value-free characterization of our relations with the leaders of both Germany and Russia represents a return to the foreign policy of the Founders, from which we have strayed to our great detriment. It is, as Trump proclaimed so often during the campaign, a foreign policy that puts America first.
As he’s being interrogated by a Brit and a German, much of the interview deals with Europe, and specifically policy toward Russia. Asked if he can “understand why eastern Europeans fear Putin and Russia,” he says “Sure, oh sure,” and then goes very quickly into a critique of NATO, which he says is “obsolete.” It’s obvious he thinks the fears of the east Europeans are vastly overblown. Trump complains that “the countries aren’t paying their fair share. So we’re supposed to protect countries but a lot of these countries aren’t paying what they’re supposed to be paying, which I think is very unfair to the United States. With that being said, NATO is very important to me.”
Gove avers that “Britain is paying,” and Trump agrees, but says: “There’s five countries that are paying what they’re supposed to. Five. It’s not much, from twenty-two.” And as Trump no doubt realizes, the costs of NATO involve more than money: we are obligated to defend twenty-two countries in case they are attacked. That’s twenty-two tripwires that could set off a major war: the price of that is incalculable. Is it worth it?
Trump clearly has his doubts, and it’s this that has the Euro-weenies in an uproar. After all, they’ve been coasting along on Uncle Sam’s dime for all these years, financing extensive welfare programs for their own citizens as well as a horde of migrants: the idea that the gravy train is going to dry up has them up in arms.
And of course the issue of NATO is really about the Russian question--is Putin really intent on annexing his “near abroad” and re-establishing the Soviet empire? This fantasy, based on nothing but rejuvenated cold war hysteria, is clearly doubted by Trump and his advisors. So when he’s asked if he supports the continuation of European sanctions against Russia, Trump replies:
“Well, I think you know--people have to get together and people have to do what they have to do in terms of being fair. OK? They have sanctions on Russia--let’s see if we can make some good deals with Russia. For one thing, I think nuclear weapons should be way down and reduced very substantially, that’s part of it. But you do have sanctions and Russia’s hurting very badly right now because of sanctions, but I think something can happen that a lot of people are gonna benefit.”
In short: sanctions can be ended as part of a grand bargain with Russia to reduce nuclear weapons arsenals on both sides and guarantee European security. Ambitious?--Yes. Praiseworthy?--Certainly. Can he do it? Only by overcoming the War Party’s opposition in Congress, led by Mad John McCain and joined by the now-Russophobic war-crazed Democrats out to obstruct anything and everything Trump does, even at the cost of world peace.
It’s absolutely wonderful how Trump’s offhand remarks rub the commentariat the wrong way. Asked which number he dials if he wants to talk to Europe--a riff off a remark by Henry Kissinger--he names Merkel on the grounds that “you look at the European Union and it’s Germany. Basically a vehicle for Germany. That’s why I thought the UK was so smart in getting out.”
Zing! Poor Angela Merkel--she can’t get no respect!
Elaborating his view of the EU, Trump averred:
“People, countries want their own identity and the UK wanted its own identity but, I do believe this, if they hadn’t been forced to take in all of the refugees, so many, with all the problems that it, you know, entails, I think that you wouldn’t have a Brexit. It probably could have worked out but, this was the final straw, this was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I think people want, people want their own identity, so if you ask me, others, I believe others will leave.”
“Your policy platform of America First implies you’re happy to see the rest of the world suffer. Do you?”
“I don’t want it to be a disruption--I love the world, I want the world to be good but we can’t go--I mean look at what’s happening to our country--we are $20 trillion [in debt]--we don’t know what we’re doing--our military is weak--we’re in wars that never end, we’re in Afghanistan now 17 years … it’s the longest war we’ve ever been in.”
Endless wars, endless payments to feckless “allies,” endless hectoring by these ungrateful wretches who accuse us of wanting to “see the rest of the world suffer”--Trump would put an end to all this, and I have no doubt that the American people support him. Shall we take a poll on the popularity of the US bearing the brunt of Europe’s “defense” against an enemy that disappeared in 1989? Shall we have a national referendum on the prospect of going to war over whether Montenegro--a nation the size of the metropolitan New York area--shall have a “pro-Western” government?
If you wonder why our “intelligence community” is waging open warfare against the forty-fifth President of these United States, you have only to look at this interview. He is challenging the “liberal” international order which has paid out liberal amounts of moolah and unearned prestige to a whole class of government contractors, thinktank poobahs, useless spooks, and their ancillary business enterprises for decades.
Without this “international order,” we’re told, the world will be plunged into “uncertainty,” if not complete chaos. The only uncertainty that Trump’s America First foreign policy imposes is uncertainty as to where the war profiteers’ next meal ticket is coming from. And that, dear reader, is a cause not for panic but for celebration.
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