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2020.09.29 23:23 Cor_Zero Questions about polygamy

I am sitting at work with my partner and we had some questions about polygamist relationships and how they worked and figured this would be the best place to ask and get a legit answer. Neither of us are current or former Mormons and don’t have much knowledge in the religion.
It seems that the fundamental LDS don’t allow polygamist relationships. So in the LDS that does is there one main wife and then the “sister wives”? Is intercourse allowed with all wives or just the main wife? If so is intercourse allowed with all wives at the same time? Are wives allowed to be intimate with one another without the husband present? Do the husbands like date the sister wives before proposing or how quickly do they become married?
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2020.09.29 22:36 bikingfencer II Chronicles 21 - bad king Jeroham

II Chronicles  
Chapter Twenty-one
Kingship of YeHO-RahM ["YHVH High", Jehoram] in YeHOo-DaH ["YHYH Knew", Judah] (Second Kings [מל''ב, ML’B] 8 16-24)  
“Racine’s French classic Atalie has made prominent in world culture this sad low point in Judah’s fortunes. She is presented as a symbol of the sin of Samaria from which she was born, (?gran-)daughter of Jezebel. She secured power by a trail of massacres comparable to medieval Marozia’s enslavement of the papacy. Athaliah’s crisis was apparently reached in the same year in which Jezebel was dominating Israel (2 Kgs [Kings] 9:30), ca. [about year] 841). The rulers in Judah were Jehoram, then Ahaziah, while the same names in reverse order appear in the Samaria king list, and the dates of Jehoram of Israel are identical with (Bright) or begin slightly earlier than those of Jehoram of Judah.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-1. And lay YeHO-ShahPhahT ["YHVH Judge", Jehoshaphat] with his fathers,
and he was buried with his fathers in City David,
and was kinged YeHO-RahM, his son, beneath him.  
-2. And to him were brothers, sons of YeHO-ShahPhahT:
ahZahR-YaH [“Helped YHVH”, Azariah], and YeHeeY-’ayL [“Will Live God”, Jehiel], and ZeKhahR-YaHOo [“Remembered YHVH”, Zechariah], andahZahR-YaHOo [“Helped YHVH”, Azariah], and MeeYKhah-’ayL [“Who is Like God”, Michael], and ShePhahT-YaHOo [“Judged YHVH”, Shepahatiah]; all these, sons of YeHO-ShahPhahT, king of YeeSRah-’ayL ["Strove God", Israel].  
“…Jehoshaphat, king of Israel.] Jehoshaphat certainly was not king of Israel, but king of Judah. ישראל Yishrael, must be a corruption in the text…” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-3. And gave to them, their father, gifts multitudinous, to silver and to gold, and to gems [ולמגדנות, OoLeMeeGDahNOTh],
with cities of fortifications in YeHOo-DaH.
And [את, ’ehTh (indicator of direct object, no English equivalent)]* the kingship he gave to YeHO-RahM, for he was the first-born [הבכור, *HahBeKhOR].  
The kingdom gave he to Jehoram] He made him copartner with himself in the kingdom about three years before his death; so that he reigned only five years after the death of his father Jehoshaphat. See the notes on 2 Kings viii. 16 &c. ["and so on", etc.] and on the same, chap. [chapter] i.17. where an attempt is made to settle this disturbed chronology.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-4. And rose, YeHO-RahM upon the kingship of his father,
and he strengthened, and he killed [את, ’ehTh] all his brothers in sword,
and also from princes of YeeSRah-’ayL.  
21:2-4. A fragment of state annals may be the Chronicler’s source for the sons’ names and the grim event recorded.” (Elmslie, 1954, p. 500)  
“Jehoram’s massacre of his own brothers seems to fit the modus operandi [“mode of operating”, M.O.] of his wife Athaliah, esp. [especially] since she is left unharmed. Verse 6 is taken from 2 Kgs 8:18, where Chr [Chronicles] rejoins the deuteronomistic narrative after skipping seven entire chapters about Elisha. There is no mention of Jehoram’s massacre in Kgs, but its historicity is agreed.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-5. Son [of] thirty and two year[s] was YeHO-RahM in his kingship,
and eight years king in Jerusalem.  
“When Jehoram was 32, his youngest son and successor Ahaziah was already three years older, unless we correct Ahaziah’s age 42 of 22:2 to 22 as in 2 Kgs 8:26.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-6. And he went in [the] way [of] [the] kings of YeeSRah-’ayL as that [כאשר, Kah’ahShehR] did [the] House ’ahH’ahB ["Brother Father", Ahab],
for daughter of ’ahH’ahB was to him wife.
And he did the evil in [the] eyes of YHVH.  
He had the daughter of Ahab to wife] This was Athaliah, daughter of Ahab and Jezebel, who was famous for her impieties and cruelty, as was her most profligate mother. It is likely that she was the principal cause of Jehoram’s cruelty and profaneness.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-7. And did not consent [אבה, ’ahBaH], YHVH, to destroy [להשחית, LeHahShHeeYTh] [את, ’ehTh] House David,
for the sake of [למען, LeMah`ahN] the covenant that was cut [כרת, KahRahTh] to David,
and as that he had said to give to him a lamp and to his sons, all the days.  
“The house of David, which Yahweh’s fidelity bound him not to destroy, seems to mean his dynasty in Chr, but it is his nation in 2 Kgs 8:19.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-8. In his days revolted [פשע, PahShah`] ’ehDOM ["Red", Edom] from beneath [the] hand [of] YeHOo-DaH,
and they kinged upon themselves a king.  
“Because the portion of E [East] Jordan opposite Judah was held by Omri, the only part left for Judah was S [south] of the Dead Sea. The close ethnic and commercial relations between Petra and Hebron would eventually result in Judah’s submission to Edom in the person of Herod the Great.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-9. And crossed [over], YeHO-RahM, with his princes and all of the chariotry with him,
and it was rose night, and smote ’ehDOM, the surrounder unto him and [את, ’ehTh] princes of the chariotry.
-10. And revolted, ’ehDOM, from beneath [the] hand of YeHOo-DaH until the day the this,
then [אז, ’ahZ] revolted LeeBNaH [“White”, Libnah] in time the that [ההיא, HahHeeY’] from beneath his hand,
for [he] abandoned [את, ’ehTh] YHVH, Gods of their fathers.  
“Libnah is prominent in Joshua (10:29; 21:13); it is west of Lachish, at Safi mount … The Edom-Libnah troubles are taken from 2 Kgs 8:22, but a theological reflection is added.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-11. Also he made stages in mountains of YeHOo-DaH,
and he dicked [ויזן, VahYehZehN] the settlers of Jerusalem and pushed away [וידח, VahYahDaH] YeHOo-DaH.  
To commit fornication] That is, to serve idols. The Israelites were considered as joined to Jehovah, as a woman is joined to her husband; when she associates with other men, this is adultery; when they served other gods, this was called by the same name; it was adultery against Jehovah. This is frequently the only meaning of the terms adultery and fornication, in the Scriptures.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-12. And came unto him a writing from ’ayLee-YaHOo [“My God is YHVH”, Elijah], the prophet, to say:
“Thus said YHVH, Gods of David, your father:
‘Under that you did not walk in ways of YeHO-ShahPhahT, your father, and in ways of ’ahÇah’,  
“From 2 Kings ii. 11. it is evident that Elijah had been translated in the reign of Jehoshaphat, the father of Jehoram. How then could he send a letter to the son? … Dr. Kennicott contends that Elisha was the writer; for Elijah had been taken up to heaven thirteen years before the time of this writing. …  
“These are all conjectures; and I could add another to their number, but still we should be where we were.” (Clarke, 1831, pp. II 565-566)  
“This sudden burst of Elijah into the narrative after sedulous suppression of his very name and of a dozen chapters dominated by him, is surprising. As far back as 2 Kgs 1:17 we see that Judah’s Jehoram became king while Elijah was still functioning. It seems likely that Elijah, while roaming about Samaria, Gilead, Phoenicia, and Sinai (1 Kgs 19:8), knew what was going on in Judah and expressed himself about it. Whether these views were taken down by a disciple and sent as “Elijah’s letter’ during or after his lifetime or were first composed for insertion in Chr is no real problem of historicity.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-13. and you go in [the] way [of] kings of YeeSRah-’ayL,
and you dick [את, ’ehTh] YeHOo-DaH and [את, ’ehTh] settlers of Jerusalem like the dickings [כהזנות, KeHahZeNOTh] [of] House ’ahH’ahB,
and also [את, ’ehTh] your brothers, house [of] your father, the good than you [ממך, MeeMKhah], you killed.
-14. Behold, YHVH will slaughter a slaughter great in your people, and in your sons, and in your wives, and all your properties [רכושך, ReKhOoShehKhah].
-15. And you [singular] in sicknesses multitudinous,
in sickness [of] your bowels [מעיך, May`ehYKhah] until they go out your bowels from [מן, MeeN] the sickness, days upon days.’”  
Until thy bowels fall out] This must have been occasioned by a violent inflammation: by the same death perished Antiochus Epiphanes and Herod Agrippa.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 566)  
-16. And roused, YHVH, upon YeHO-RahM, [את, ’ehTh] spirit [of] the PeLeeShTheeYM [Philistines] and ahReBeeY’eeYM [Arabians] that were beside [על-יד, *ahL-YahD*, “upon hand”] [the] KOoSheeYM [Cushites].  
“The Ethiopians (Hebr [Hebrew] Cushites, as in 14:9) are the ever-raiding Midianite-Arab tribes of Sinai who shared a boundary with Judah and Philistia.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-17. And they ascended in YeHOo-DaH and cleft her [ויבקעוה, VahYeeBQah`OoHah] and captured [וישבו, VahYeeShBOo] [את, ’ehTh] all the possession[s], the found to [the] house [of] the king,
and also his sons, and his wives;
and there did not remain to him a son, other than [כי אם, KeeY ’eeM] YeHO-’ahHahZ [“YHVH Seized”, Jehoahaz], littlest ‎[‎קטן‎, QeTON] [of]‎ his sons.  
“… Jehoahaz, the youngest] This person had at least three names: Jehoahaz, Ahaziah, chap. xxii. 1. and Azariah, ver.[verse] 6.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 566)  
Jehoahaz: ‘Yahweh-grasps,’ the youngest son of Jehoram as in 25:23, is the one we have been calling Ahaziah, ‘grasps-Yahweh,’ as in 22:1 and 2 Kgs 8:24.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-18. And after all that, struck, YHVH, in their bowels to sickness to no healing.
-19. And it was to days from days,
and as time went out, the end to days two,
went out his bowels with his sickness,
and he died in sicknesses [בתחלאים, BeThahHahLoo’eeYM] evil,
and did not do to him, his people, a burning like [the] burning of his fathers.  
bonfires for his fathers: Attested only for Asa (16:14).” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-20. Son [of] thirty and two he was in his kinging,
and eight years kinged in Jerusalem.
And he went in no desire,
and they buried him in City David, and not in graves [of] the kings.  
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2020.09.29 22:33 bikingfencer II Chronicles 21 - bad king Jehoram

II Chronicles  
Chapter Twenty-one
Kingship of YeHO-RahM ["YHVH High", Jehoram] in YeHOo-DaH ["YHYH Knew", Judah] (Second Kings [מל''ב, ML’B] 8 16-24)  
“Racine’s French classic Atalie has made prominent in world culture this sad low point in Judah’s fortunes. She is presented as a symbol of the sin of Samaria from which she was born, (?gran-)daughter of Jezebel. She secured power by a trail of massacres comparable to medieval Marozia’s enslavement of the papacy. Athaliah’s crisis was apparently reached in the same year in which Jezebel was dominating Israel (2 Kgs [Kings] 9:30), ca. [about year] 841). The rulers in Judah were Jehoram, then Ahaziah, while the same names in reverse order appear in the Samaria king list, and the dates of Jehoram of Israel are identical with (Bright) or begin slightly earlier than those of Jehoram of Judah.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-1. And lay YeHO-ShahPhahT ["YHVH Judge", Jehoshaphat] with his fathers,
and he was buried with his fathers in City David,
and was kinged YeHO-RahM, his son, beneath him.  
-2. And to him were brothers, sons of YeHO-ShahPhahT:
ahZahR-YaH [“Helped YHVH”, Azariah], and YeHeeY-’ayL [“Will Live God”, Jehiel], and ZeKhahR-YaHOo [“Remembered YHVH”, Zechariah], andahZahR-YaHOo [“Helped YHVH”, Azariah], and MeeYKhah-’ayL [“Who is Like God”, Michael], and ShePhahT-YaHOo [“Judged YHVH”, Shepahatiah]; all these, sons of YeHO-ShahPhahT, king of YeeSRah-’ayL ["Strove God", Israel].  
“…Jehoshaphat, king of Israel.] Jehoshaphat certainly was not king of Israel, but king of Judah. ישראל Yishrael, must be a corruption in the text…” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-3. And gave to them, their father, gifts multitudinous, to silver and to gold, and to gems [ולמגדנות, OoLeMeeGDahNOTh],
with cities of fortifications in YeHOo-DaH.
And [את, ’ehTh (indicator of direct object, no English equivalent)]* the kingship he gave to YeHO-RahM, for he was the first-born [הבכור, *HahBeKhOR].  
The kingdom gave he to Jehoram] He made him copartner with himself in the kingdom about three years before his death; so that he reigned only five years after the death of his father Jehoshaphat. See the notes on 2 Kings viii. 16 &c. ["and so on", etc.] and on the same, chap. [chapter] i.17. where an attempt is made to settle this disturbed chronology.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-4. And rose, YeHO-RahM upon the kingship of his father,
and he strengthened, and he killed [את, ’ehTh] all his brothers in sword,
and also from princes of YeeSRah-’ayL.  
21:2-4. A fragment of state annals may be the Chronicler’s source for the sons’ names and the grim event recorded.” (Elmslie, 1954, p. 500)  
“Jehoram’s massacre of his own brothers seems to fit the modus operandi [“mode of operating”, M.O.] of his wife Athaliah, esp. [especially] since she is left unharmed. Verse 6 is taken from 2 Kgs 8:18, where Chr [Chronicles] rejoins the deuteronomistic narrative after skipping seven entire chapters about Elisha. There is no mention of Jehoram’s massacre in Kgs, but its historicity is agreed.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-5. Son [of] thirty and two year[s] was YeHO-RahM in his kingship,
and eight years king in Jerusalem.  
“When Jehoram was 32, his youngest son and successor Ahaziah was already three years older, unless we correct Ahaziah’s age 42 of 22:2 to 22 as in 2 Kgs 8:26.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-6. And he went in [the] way [of] [the] kings of YeeSRah-’ayL as that [כאשר, Kah’ahShehR] did [the] House ’ahH’ahB ["Brother Father", Ahab],
for daughter of ’ahH’ahB was to him wife.
And he did the evil in [the] eyes of YHVH.  
He had the daughter of Ahab to wife] This was Athaliah, daughter of Ahab and Jezebel, who was famous for her impieties and cruelty, as was her most profligate mother. It is likely that she was the principal cause of Jehoram’s cruelty and profaneness.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-7. And did not consent [אבה, ’ahBaH], YHVH, to destroy [להשחית, LeHahShHeeYTh] [את, ’ehTh] House David,
for the sake of [למען, LeMah`ahN] the covenant that was cut [כרת, KahRahTh] to David,
and as that he had said to give to him a lamp and to his sons, all the days.  
“The house of David, which Yahweh’s fidelity bound him not to destroy, seems to mean his dynasty in Chr, but it is his nation in 2 Kgs 8:19.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-8. In his days revolted [פשע, PahShah`] ’ehDOM ["Red", Edom] from beneath [the] hand [of] YeHOo-DaH,
and they kinged upon themselves a king.  
“Because the portion of E [East] Jordan opposite Judah was held by Omri, the only part left for Judah was S [south] of the Dead Sea. The close ethnic and commercial relations between Petra and Hebron would eventually result in Judah’s submission to Edom in the person of Herod the Great.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-9. And crossed [over], YeHO-RahM, with his princes and all of the chariotry with him,
and it was rose night, and smote ’ehDOM, the surrounder unto him and [את, ’ehTh] princes of the chariotry.
-10. And revolted, ’ehDOM, from beneath [the] hand of YeHOo-DaH until the day the this,
then [אז, ’ahZ] revolted LeeBNaH [“White”, Libnah] in time the that [ההיא, HahHeeY’] from beneath his hand,
for [he] abandoned [את, ’ehTh] YHVH, Gods of their fathers.  
“Libnah is prominent in Joshua (10:29; 21:13); it is west of Lachish, at Safi mount … The Edom-Libnah troubles are taken from 2 Kgs 8:22, but a theological reflection is added.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-11. Also he made stages in mountains of YeHOo-DaH,
and he dicked [ויזן, VahYehZehN] the settlers of Jerusalem and pushed away [וידח, VahYahDaH] YeHOo-DaH.  
To commit fornication] That is, to serve idols. The Israelites were considered as joined to Jehovah, as a woman is joined to her husband; when she associates with other men, this is adultery; when they served other gods, this was called by the same name; it was adultery against Jehovah. This is frequently the only meaning of the terms adultery and fornication, in the Scriptures.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 565)  
-12. And came unto him a writing from ’ayLee-YaHOo [“My God is YHVH”, Elijah], the prophet, to say:
“Thus said YHVH, Gods of David, your father:
‘Under that you did not walk in ways of YeHO-ShahPhahT, your father, and in ways of ’ahÇah’,  
“From 2 Kings ii. 11. it is evident that Elijah had been translated in the reign of Jehoshaphat, the father of Jehoram. How then could he send a letter to the son? … Dr. Kennicott contends that Elisha was the writer; for Elijah had been taken up to heaven thirteen years before the time of this writing. …  
“These are all conjectures; and I could add another to their number, but still we should be where we were.” (Clarke, 1831, pp. II 565-566)  
“This sudden burst of Elijah into the narrative after sedulous suppression of his very name and of a dozen chapters dominated by him, is surprising. As far back as 2 Kgs 1:17 we see that Judah’s Jehoram became king while Elijah was still functioning. It seems likely that Elijah, while roaming about Samaria, Gilead, Phoenicia, and Sinai (1 Kgs 19:8), knew what was going on in Judah and expressed himself about it. Whether these views were taken down by a disciple and sent as “Elijah’s letter’ during or after his lifetime or were first composed for insertion in Chr is no real problem of historicity.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-13. and you go in [the] way [of] kings of YeeSRah-’ayL,
and you dick [את, ’ehTh] YeHOo-DaH and [את, ’ehTh] settlers of Jerusalem like the dickings [כהזנות, KeHahZeNOTh] [of] House ’ahH’ahB,
and also [את, ’ehTh] your brothers, house [of] your father, the good than you [ממך, MeeMKhah], you killed.
-14. Behold, YHVH will slaughter a slaughter great in your people, and in your sons, and in your wives, and all your properties [רכושך, ReKhOoShehKhah].
-15. And you [singular] in sicknesses multitudinous,
in sickness [of] your bowels [מעיך, May`ehYKhah] until they go out your bowels from [מן, MeeN] the sickness, days upon days.’”  
Until thy bowels fall out] This must have been occasioned by a violent inflammation: by the same death perished Antiochus Epiphanes and Herod Agrippa.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 566)  
-16. And roused, YHVH, upon YeHO-RahM, [את, ’ehTh] spirit [of] the PeLeeShTheeYM [Philistines] and ahReBeeY’eeYM [Arabians] that were beside [על-יד, *ahL-YahD*, “upon hand”] [the] KOoSheeYM [Cushites].  
“The Ethiopians (Hebr [Hebrew] Cushites, as in 14:9) are the ever-raiding Midianite-Arab tribes of Sinai who shared a boundary with Judah and Philistia.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-17. And they ascended in YeHOo-DaH and cleft her [ויבקעוה, VahYeeBQah`OoHah] and captured [וישבו, VahYeeShBOo] [את, ’ehTh] all the possession[s], the found to [the] house [of] the king,
and also his sons, and his wives;
and there did not remain to him a son, other than [כי אם, KeeY ’eeM] YeHO-’ahHahZ [“YHVH Seized”, Jehoahaz], littlest ‎[‎קטן‎, QeTON] [of]‎ his sons.  
“… Jehoahaz, the youngest] This person had at least three names: Jehoahaz, Ahaziah, chap. xxii. 1. and Azariah, ver.[verse] 6.” (Clarke, 1831, p. II 566)  
Jehoahaz: ‘Yahweh-grasps,’ the youngest son of Jehoram as in 25:23, is the one we have been calling Ahaziah, ‘grasps-Yahweh,’ as in 22:1 and 2 Kgs 8:24.” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-18. And after all that, struck, YHVH, in their bowels to sickness to no healing.
-19. And it was to days from days,
and as time went out, the end to days two,
went out his bowels with his sickness,
and he died in sicknesses [בתחלאים, BeThahHahLoo’eeYM] evil,
and did not do to him, his people, a burning like [the] burning of his fathers.  
bonfires for his fathers: Attested only for Asa (16:14).” (North, 1990, p. 378)  
-20. Son [of] thirty and two he was in his kinging,
and eight years kinged in Jerusalem.
And he went in no desire,
and they buried him in City David, and not in graves [of] the kings.  
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2020.09.29 11:23 StanleyBolten Supreme Court Conference to determine whether Alternative News reporters can be DENIED ALL RELIEF after being framed with child porn; Today’s the day #Patriots #WWG1WGA #MAGA – Justice for Brian D. Hill of USWGO Alternative News

Supreme Court Conference to determine whether Alternative News reporters can be DENIED ALL RELIEF after being framed with child porn; Today’s the day #Patriots #WWG1WGA #MAGA – Justice for Brian D. Hill of USWGO Alternative News
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by Laurie Azgard
The day has finally come as to whether alternative news reporters/journalists can be framed with child pornography, receive a federal criminal charge based upon shaky or fraudulent evidence, and whether or not they will be entirely deprived of due process by activist federal judges that may be blackmailed by the Deep State Swamp. The day has finally come when the Supreme Court is set for the next conference since June of 2020, where they will sit down and read through petitions to decide which one will be denied or granted. That is because what had happened to Brian D. Hill, formerly of USWGO alternative news can happen to YOU, by doing nothing about the wrongfully imprisoned activists it can happen to all of you if you choose to resist any political tyranny and try to resist the New-world-order agenda when it is not your agenda but the elite’s agenda.

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This case before the Supreme Court will be decided today around Tuesday, September 29, 2020, and will decide the fate of every alternative media figure who may have been set up with child porn or may be set up in the future including Stewart Rhodes, Luke Rudkowski, Ian Freeman of Free talk live, Melissa Melton who became Melissa Dykes and Aaron Dykes, Millie Weaver, and other journalists and activists.
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Brian David Hill was coerced to falsely plead guilty to get out of jail after being deprived entirely of due process constitutional rights including the right to face your accuser and the right to presumption of innocence, or face twenty years in prison for maintaining innocence after being told “fess up or else your mother would be held responsible” that was allegedly what had been said by Mayodan police chief Charles J. Caruso. So the government is free to threaten to frame up your family members with child porn if you don’t falsely confess and then the CORRUPT FEDERAL COURTS will use that against you and will not allow you to bring any evidence of coercion up, that happened to USWGO alternative news. QAnon supporter and interpreter Praying Medic still has not responded and doesn’t seem to care about the average Americans being deprived of all of their constitutional rights in federal court cases but cares about not making assumptions Chief Justice John Roberts being accused of pedophilia for his name appearing twice in the flight logs of those who were flying on the “Lolita Express” plane by Jeffrey Epstein when various folks were taken to the “pedophile island” the Little St. James island out at sea to allegedly have sex with children on a tropical island.
Right now is a very critical time and if the average American citizen, even when awoke, doesn’t care about what happens to Brian D. Hill of USWGO alternative news because he was wrongfully accused of possessing child pornography and had proven years later that the federal prosecutor defrauded the court in his criminal case which includes the alleged elements of guilt, then this will happen to any and every American citizen whether they like it ore not because of empathy. Empathy is a non-psychopathic/non-sociopath type behavior where you care about other people because what happens to you can happen to others. What happens to others can fallback on you if you don’t take action to stop the wrongdoings that affect other people. People who sit and do nothing are more of a danger to the constitutional republic of the United States of America.
The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.” – Albert Einsteinhttps://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/albert_einstein_143096
Brian D. Hill was on record throughout his entire federal case since his initial arrest warrant and grand jury indictment, proving that he was deprived of effective assistance of counsel, deprived of being allowed an independent computer forensic expert to examine his seized computer where child porn allegedly downloaded for 11 months after his computer was seized by law enforcement, deprived of the right to the presumption of innocence until proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, deprived of all rights to face any of his accusers including Mayodan Police and State Bureau of Investigation special agent Rodney V. White who filed no affidavits at all in his criminal case in his own forensic report when required by North Carolina law, no right to reasonable bond conditions, no right to maintain his innocence, no right to all of his discovery materials in his case by his own public defender who kept most of it from his own client, and a corrupt FEDERAL THUG JUDGE RAT the DisHonorable Thomas David Schroeder who ignores all evidence if any of that evidence is favorable to the defense and denies pretty much about every motion Brian had ever filed. Brian had filed letters with both associate justices Clarence Thomas and Brett Kavanaugh about the dangers of not doing anything about his petition for writ of certiorari. It will fall back on many good Americans and their families.

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The time has come as to whether alternative media journalists and bloggers who get framed up with child pornography and then deprived of all forms of constitutional due process protections will receive any form of reprieve by the highest Court in the United States of America when all other means have been exhausted with no remedy or right at all. People who read this article must understand including Praying Medic who could care less about Brian D. Hill of USWGO alternative news, that whatever wrongfully happens to him WILL HAPPEN TO YOU, ANY OF YOU. You allow tyranny and wrongs to happen and it will come back at you and your family and your kids at some point in your life because of not expressing empathy for other people. There is talk that many Americans are spoiled brats and are too lazy to fight for anything, that many care about about their BMV vehicles, care more about their trophy wives, care more about their money and bank accounts, care more about their reputations, and care more about other selfish things. Adversity makes men, prosperity makes selfish monsters. All of that prosperity, wealth and freedom will come to an end for those who do not care about the destruction of the constitution of the great republic of the United States. Some might feel afraid of being framed like Brian was if they fight, but doing absolutely nothing is actually worse than fighting. Those that sit and do nothing enable the fear and enable people to succeed in the chilling effects of using the WEAPON of child pornography files and photos or whatever, they can use use that as a weapon to fling at anybody and through possibly any means from computer hacking to emails to placing illegal photos inside somebodies mailbox when they aren’t home and then calling the FBI on that target to be swat teamed.
This case will ultimately decide whether federal judges have the right to ignore motions for relief especially when uncontested by the government and decide whether federal judges can routinely and systematically deprive all criminal defendants of due process like in the Soviet Union, North Korea, or Nazi Germany. Will American courts no doubt become like miniature Nazi-like gestapos and federal marshals that will act like thugs with them? Will federal courts be allowed to deprive all criminal defendants of any and all constitutional rights when decades and centuries of case law in the Supreme Court guaranteed those rights for all Americans? Will federal courts be used to imprison, harass, or place on permanent federal supervised probation anybody who had ever chosen to resist the New-World-Order conspiracy and peacefully resist it?
It is up to each and every American citizen whether they want Brian D. Hill to be treated like garbage in our federal courts because an activist judge or judges are angry about what crime he was charged with or are angry with the politics that person had done prior to receiving a charge. Even playing devils advocate, If he is indeed innocent and can be proven as such then do Americans really want federal judges to treat Brian like he is guilty?
Decades ago used to be federal prosecutors or judges would move to dismiss a criminal charge, acquit the defendant, or dismiss the criminal complaint if evidence ever surfaces that the defendant of a charge may actually be innocent by credible evidence and should not be held culpable. No lawyer of a court ever wanted to face allegations of fraud upon the court as sanctions can be severe and can go as far as disbarment or financial penalties as to the court’s inherit or implied powers. However nowadays, federal courts could care less when a federal prosecutor is caught defrauding the court. Look what happened in the federal case of Lieutenant General Michael Thomas Flynn.
If people simply do not care about any of this because it has never happened to them personally or to somebody they know, it doesn’t matter because they will eventually suffer great tyrannies of what they had ignored. First they come for the Jews and nobody did anything about it because that person wasn’t a Jew, then they came for the trade unionists and nobody did anything about it because of not being a trade unionist, and then they come for you because there is nobody left to even defend you. EMPATHY is important here, it doesn’t matter what Brian was charged with because those who have reviewed over the Jeffrey Epstein flight logs have accused Chief Justice John Roberts of pedophilia and what if he could be innocent, then this has become a witchhunt and a moral plague. Accuse anybody you don’t like as being a witch and a pedophile then burn them down at the stake in firey flames. Doesn’t matter if proof surfaces later that the person was innocent and wasn’t a pedophile witch practicing witchcraft. Americans reading this have been warned, defend those who should be defended, defend your constitutional rights or FOREVER LOSE THEM. Sorry!
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2020.09.29 04:59 roylim What Is Mind Control (And Why It's So Effective)

Reposted with permission from Derek Rake (https://derekrake.com) and Fredo Hill (https://fredohill.com)
Today's question is from Sean K., and he asks:
"I am curious about Shogun Method because it seems so different from the other programs. How is it better, though?"
Great question, Sean. So, here's my take...
If you've seen Shogun Method in action, then you'll appreciate just how different it is. The reason is that's it's based on "Mind Control". That's what makes it different from the conventional “Pickup Artist” and “Dating Guru” crap that litters the Internet these days.
If you've watched my stuff enough then you'll know that I am a big fan of the Fractionation technique. And guess what? Fractionation is an example of Mind Control.
With Fractionation, you’ll invoke both positive and negative emotions in your target. In short, you’ll make her feel both happy and sad in succession.
Almost all Mind Control techniques work the same way. They tap into the psyche of the female mind subconsciously by appealing to it emotionally.
Shoguns who use Mind Control know one important thing
Attraction isn’t just about positivity.
Love is not just about “happy” feelings. As you probably already know, relationships are not about sunshine and rainbows.
In fact, a lot of long-lasting relationships are pretty messed up in nature. Think about it.
There’s a good reason for this
Women are addicted to emotional drama.
This means that to make a woman addicted to you, you’ve got to give her “drama”. In fact, a little “emotional turmoil” is good for her (and you).
Compel her to experience a rollercoaster of emotions... and you’ll put her in a hypnotic state... and guess what? Once she’s in this state, she will so susceptible to your ideas that you can use it to do whatever you want.
Yes, whatever you want... the possibilities are limited only by your imagination.
And of course, I should implore you not to use Mind Control for harm.
The truth is that like any tool, Shogun Method can be used for good, or for harm.
Many Shoguns have gone on to have great relationships with their girlfriends and wives. I can't really think of many who use Shogun Method for bad purposes.
Anyway, so now you know why Mind Control is so much more effective in relationships than the regular "dating guru" advice.
What you think of this answer? Let me know in the comments below, OK?
SOURCE: https://fredohill.com
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2020.09.29 03:12 AN0rmalHumaN Growing up in christianity and the christian church fucked up my self esteem and mental health

27m here. I grew up in the christian church and with extremely religious parents and extended family. Virtually all of my extended family are either pastors or wives of pastors. My parents are not but I was still raised extremely christian. Attended christian school elementary thru high school which required daily church services as well as attending church on Sunday.
All of this to say, the christian church/the bible teach that a person is not good enough and will never be good enough no matter how many good things you do because, in reality, nothing you do is truly "good" unless you have Jesus. Therefore, the only way to become good enough is to confess that you aren't good enough and accept Jesus as your savior.
This shit FUCKED ME UP. And I'm afraid that it might be permanent. Because I still believe it.
Maybe not the Jesus part anymore, but being constantly told, essentially from birth, that you aren't good enough would fuck any kid up.
I'm mentally unable to have a romantic relationship because;
1) Friendships are already so hard for me. Why does anyone want to be friends with a guy who's just a terrible sinner who deserves to burn in hell for eternity. I don't even have celebrations for my birthday because I feel bad making people waste their valuable time celebrating me.
And
2) I could never believe that someone could love me for me. I would constantly question why that person is dating me and every single text, interaction, and look would be overanalyzed in my head a million times to make me think that the person hates me.
I know because I've tried. I've lost countless friends because of my inability to trust that people enjoy my company and I overthink LITERALLY EVERYTHING.
And I didn't really realize that I had these issues until recently and I decided to try to figure out where they came from and I decided that it had to be the church. Years and years and years of being told that the only person truly capable of loving me (or giving people the ability to love me) is this imaginary fucking dude in the sky.
Fuck that shit and fuck the church. I know christians are gonna be in the comments like "but you're just interpreting it wrong. Jesus loves you. Come back to him." But you can fuck off with that shit. Your shitty religion gave me serious mental issues and I feel so much better knowing that I never have to go back to that.
I understand that this may not 100% be christianity's fault as I more than likely have social anxiety issues and general mental issues but the church definitely didn't help.
Rant fucking over.
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2020.09.29 00:07 normancrane A Dwarf Stood At The Door [1]

Chapter 1 <-- You are here.
I’m a nervous person. I took up smoking to stop biting my nails. It didn’t work, and now I have two bad habits. Usually I don’t even have a reason for the biting, I just get anxious and chewing off bits of myself calms me down. It’s vaguely cannibalistic. My wife hates it. She used to check my hands before bed and then refuse to have sex with me if I didn’t pass the inspection. I can live without sex, but not without biting my nails or smoking. She thinks I cheated on her. She also thinks I’m a coward, but in her defence she has no idea that I saved her life. Right now she’s asleep because it’s three in the morning, and I’m out on the balcony having a cigarette and trying to figure out the best way to confess to a crime. The thing that keeps distracting me is the moon. It’s as yellow as my dentist says my teeth are going to be if I don’t stop with the cigarettes. Frankly I think drinking coffee is worse for discolourations than smoking, but whatever. My thesis sponsor says I pepper my casual writing with slang to balance the rigidity of my academic prose. She calls it my “learned” prose. I call it my thecal style.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic. I was describing the yellowness of the moon. Tom Waits has a good line about it being the colour of a coffee stain, and that’s about right. The night’s bright as far as nights go but that moon keeps staring at me like a jaundiced eyeball. I should have had a drink before coming out here. I’d go in and get one but I’m afraid I’ll wake my wife, and she’ll blink and her hair will look like a leafless winter tree surrounding a Grumpy Cat face. That’s a proper noun, Grumpy Cat. It has its own Wikipedia page, like Napoleon and Georg Hegel. The article starts: “Tardar Sauce (April 4, 2012 – May 14, 2019), nicknamed Grumpy Cat, was an American Internet celebrity cat. She was known for her permanently 'grumpy' facial appearance, which was caused by an underbite and feline dwarfism.” Keep that in mind when you read my confession because it’s a crazy fucking world we live in.
My thesis sponsor says I never make sufficiently elegant segues. She says my paragraphs are too long and that my conclusions come at the reader out of nowhere like argumental hyenas. I’m surrounded by difficult women. I’m reconsidering my confession, but that moon keeps reflecting its piss coloured light at me and I’m sick of just writing my thesis, sentence by footnoted sentence. Theses. It even sounds vile. If any of my neighbours are watching they probably think I’m ridiculous sitting out here in my boxers and bathrobe, smoking cigarette after cigarette and typing on a laptop, but in my defence it’s the twenty-first century and this is how twenty-first century murderers let it all out. I used to think it ridiculous that anyone could say the moon is made of cheese, but now I kind of get it. I’m hungry and I have a heavy heart. Two days ago I overpowered a level twenty-six dwarf, stabbed it in the neck, beat it with a shovel and sliced open its throat before transferring what remained of its body to a 3.5” diskette that Wayne and I secretly uploaded to a computer in the library.
Wayne’s my best friend and accomplice. He owns a little computer repair shop in town that I spend time in whenever my wife gets her Grumpy Cat face, and that’s where I’ll start my confession.
It was a Monday afternoon and some guy came in with an old IBM Thinkpad that he’d bought off Ebay and that he wanted Wayne to fix. “What’s the problem?” Wayne asked.
“BIOS doesn’t work,” the guy said.
Wayne booted the laptop and the BIOS was password protected. “What’s the password?”
“How should I know? That’s why I came here,” the guy said.
“What am I supposed to do?” Wayne asked.
“Hack that shit.”
Wayne traded him a newer, shittier used Dell for it and the guy signed a contract and walked out happy.
I asked Wayne what he was going to do with the Thinkpad.
“Sell it,” he said. “To someone who doesn’t know what a BIOS is, for more than I paid for that Dell.”
Wayne could do that, make money while making two people happy. I didn’t have that kind of business sense. My wife said it was because nobody took me seriously the way they took Wayne seriously. I asked her why. She said it was because Wayne had dark, curly hair whereas I had blonde hair that was so thick and straight it made me look boyish and perpetually out of date. “Would you want to be with a guy like Wayne instead of a guy like me?” I asked. “If I could be with a guy like Wayne I never would have married you,” she said.
“Hey, Wayne,” I called out. He was sorting invoices and I was sitting behind a table in the far corner of the store, working on my thesis. He turned around holding a bunch of papers. “Have you ever slept with Annie?”
“No, man.”
“But would you?”
“I might,” he said. “Are you offering?”
I said I wasn’t. He went back to sorting invoices.
My laptop screen flickered.
Wayne started humming the main theme from Super Mario Bros.
My laptop died.
“Hey, Wayne,” I said. “How much do you want for that Thinkpad?”
He read an invoice. “One hundred sixty.”
“I know what a BIOS is,” I said.
“Is yours dead?”
“Yeah.”
He took the Thinkpad off the counter, walked over to the table I was sitting behind and set the Thinkpad down. “On the house, buddy.”
I picked up my dead laptop. “At least take mine for parts.”
“It’s cool. I did sleep with Annie once. It was before you got married but it’s still probably worth a Thinkpad,” he said.
Wayne’s a pretty good guy and I didn’t care about the BIOS. I just wanted something with metal hinges that I could write on. I didn’t even need a hard drive because I ran Puppy Linux off a USB stick and saved all my files to Dropbox. My thesis sponsor didn’t think that was possible. When I plugged my USB stick into her desktop’s USB port and booted entirely into her RAM, she said, “Why did you make my Windows lose its pleasant appearance?”
I never should have booted that Thinkpad.
It had a USB port but the boot order was apparently hard drive first, so I booted into Windows XP and explored the file structure for a while because it was a form of procrastination that didn’t weigh on my conscience. There wasn’t much installed.
“You should wipe the drive before you do anything,” Wayne said.
I went down the list of directories in Windows Explorer. It looked pretty much like a fresh install. Other than the operating system, the laptop also had an old version of Office and an anti-virus suite installed. I changed the views options in Explorer to what I liked: detailed view and show hidden files checked on. “By the way, what are the specs on that thing?” Wayne asked.
“Hang on,” I said. Something had caught my eye. There was a hidden directory in root filled with text documents numbered from one to sixty-four. I opened the first. It held a single character. e. I opened the next. 8. I opened a few more at random and the contents of those were single characters, too. “Wayne,” I said.
“Yo?”
“There’s a hidden folder in C: and it has sixty-four text files with a number or letter in each.”
Wayne put down his invoices. “Exactly sixty-four?”
“Yeah,” I said. I noticed something else. “And it’s strange, because the creation dates of the files are all exactly two months apart.”
“That’s like a span of ten years.”
Nothing else on the hard drive caught my eye.
“It could be the BIOS password,” Wayne said. “Those get up to sixty-four characters long.” He scratched his chin. “But before you check that, do a search for jpegs. Sometimes people leave naked pics of their wives and girlfriends sitting around.”
“There’s plenty of those online.”
“But those are public, buddy. These would be private, known by only a few people and us.”
There weren’t any photos.
I took out my phone, opened a fresh document and typed in the characters from the numbered files on the Thinkpad hard drive. Then I rebooted and pressed the key to get into the BIOS. A password prompt came up. I entered the sixty-four characters staring at me from my phone screen and hit Enter. Bingo. Wayne was waiting for a response. “We’re in,” I said.
Except we weren’t in.
The screen had become a black command prompt. “Wait, I think the BIOS is broken,” I said.
Wayne came over to take a look.
He hit a button.
Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“The fuck?”
Wayne hit another key.
Error. Name cannot be blank. Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“It looks like some kind of role-playing game,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Reboot again,” Wayne said.
I did. The text disappeared, the hard drive whirred, and when the Thinkpad returned to life it booted straight to the same command prompt and the same line of text without even asking for the password.
“Does it boot off a USB?” Wayne asked.
“It didn’t before,” I said. But I tried it anyway. No luck. The screen turned off, turned on and then we were back at:
Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
We tried booting off a CD.
Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“Well, that’s a useless piece of junk,” Wayne said.
So much for writing my thesis.
“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” I asked.
“Never, bud.”
“What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. But keeping in mind I’m not a technician, just a guy who sells used computers and sometimes installs Skype and Acrobat Reader for people who type with one finger, I’d say the thing’s been set to boot off a device with some sort of game on it.”
“You mean we set it to that,” I said. “Because it booted from the hard drive before.”
“By typing in the password?”
“I guess.”
“Then either we changed the boot order without knowing it or this is the BIOS,” Wayne said. “Type something in. See what happens.”
I dangled my fingers over the keyboard, trying to think of a good name for an adventurer.
Wayne cleared his throat.
I typed in John, and quickly followed with Grousewater.
John Grousewater, an envoy from his excellency, Prince Verbamor of the Principality of Xynk, has arrived at the door of your remote stone hut. The envoy tells you that the Prince requests an immediate audience with you. Do you accept? yes 
The screen flashed white, then beeped a midi theme and displayed a white-on-black title screen baring the words “Xynk: An Interactive Quest”. Below were the names of its two developers, Tim Birch and Olaf Brandywine. I hit a key. A pixelated horse began to inch its way across a pixelated mountainous landscape.
The Principality of Xynk is on the other side of the world. Your journey was long and treacherous. 
“How old is this?” Wayne asked.
The screen flashed and a bolt of lightning appeared above the mountains.
But finally you made it. 
“No idea,” I said.
The landscape disappeared, replaced by the command prompt.
After paying for two nights of lodgings at THE YAWNING MASK, you pat your trusty horse, NIGEL, and make your way on foot to the massive structure that looms over the entirety of the city-state of Xynk, the famous CASTLE MOTHMOUTH. [OB: almost done intro description, will add soon] “I have summoned you, John Grousewater, because your exploits are known throughout the land. As you see, Xynk is in grave danger and needs your help. The enemy is already within. Only a reversal of the spell using the very same AMULET OF VERMILLION will thwart the evil plans of the HOODED RAT BROTHERHOOD and save us. Only you possess the ability to locate the amulet somewhere in Xynk and prepare the ingredients necessary to cast the reversal. John Grousewater, the reward for success will be great. Do you accept the mission?” 
I read through the text twice before realizing that Wayne was looking at me. “Well, do you accept?”
yes Xynk: An Interactive Quest is a text adventure game. It is recommended that before you begin, you read the HELP FILE. To do so now or at any time, type: READ HELP. 
I typed READ HELP.
This is placeholder text [TB: We need a help file asap] 
Wayne pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. “That wasn’t very helpful. You ever played one of these before?”
“I think I know the basics,” I said.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. 
“So do your stuff, hot shot. Let’s see what this baby’s all about.”
examine table It’s a wooden table. It’s empty. examine window You walk to the window and look out. A cheap view for a cheap room. You see the ALLEY behind The Yawning Mask. Directly below the window, NIGEL and several other horses are eating feed from a trough. 
Bells dinged as a woman walked into the store. Wayne turned his chair to face her. It made an awful scraping sound. “May I help you?”
“My computer’s broken,” she said.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I can’t Skype.”
“Is Skype installed?” Wayne asked.
“I don’t really know how to check that,” she said. “It worked yesterday.” Wayne patted me on the shoulder and got up to work his magic at the front counter.
I vaguely heard them talking as I refocused on Xynk.
talk to Nigel Nigel stops drinking for a moment and looks up. He’s the best horse you’ve ever had, and you hope he thinks the same about you. talk to Nigel about Xynk Nigel neighs. 
I’d played Zork once or twice online, so I had a grip on how these games worked. Usually, half the trouble was getting the game to understand what you wanted to do. Half the tedium was reading the same messages over and over again. To remind myself, I typed:
examine room ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. Someone has slid a NOTE under the door. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. 
A note? I scrolled up to see if that had been in the first description of the room. It hadn’t.
examine note There is no such object. “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” 
That was odd. I tried examining the note again and got the same result, an error message followed by a line of output. So I tried examining a few made-up objects that the game had never mentioned, like a “lantern”.
There is no such object “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” 
And:
examine ipod There is no such object “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” move W YAWNING MASK HALL You are standing in the hall. Your ROOM is to the EAST. A staircase leads DOWN. 
I went down, and navigated my way out of The Yawning Mask after noting on my phone that the Innkeeper seemed like he could be a font of information about Xynk. I’d talk to him later. Now, I made my way through the city toward Castle Mothmouth. I stopped hearing Wayne discuss how to add and remove software in Windows 7 and started hearing the din of Xynk amidst the clicking of the Thinkpad keys. I passed The Pierced Snout Tavern and The Local Alchemist, peeked into The Library, and noted the names of all the various neighbourhoods that the command prompt threw at me. Although some of the descriptions in the game were unfinished, most were sparsely vivid and the world itself was detailed and huge. Xynk was a living and breathing place, at least as real as a text-based San Andreas.
At some point, Wayne scraped his chair and sat beside me again. “How’s the adventure going, Grousewater?” he asked.
“I’m following what the note said and going to Castle Mothmouth.”
“Or you could work on your thesis.”
I smirked. “Thanks, Annie.”
Then I remembered that Wayne had slept with her before I ever had, and the thought made me jealous.
“Seriously, buddy. I’m all about wasting time playing video games, but the ones I play usually have graphics and guns, and don’t you have a meeting with your whatever-her-name is at the university in like two days?”
I did. I sighed.
save Command unknown. Type HELP FILE for help. save game Command unknown. Type HELP FILE for help. 
“Fuck.”
Wayne picked up my phone and read the notes I’d made. “What’s the matter? Did you get shivved by a homeless dude in”—He squinted.—”Vagrant’s Quarter?”
“I don’t know how to save,” I said.
Wayne grabbed the Thinkpad’s power cord and yanked it out of the socket. The Thinkpad shut off. “The bad thing about buying used laptops,” Wayne said, “is that usually their batteries don’t work.”
I was about to reply in a witty fashion when my phone rang—
Wayne tossed it to me.
It was Annie. I accepted the connection. “Hello, honey bun,” I said. “What’s up?”
“Where the hell are you?”
“I’m…” Wayne pointed with his chin at a clock on the wall. “Shit,” I said into the phone. I’d been at Wayne’s for over three hours. How long had I been playing Xynk? It didn’t seem anywhere near that long. My wife launched into an accusatory reminder that I was supposed to pick up a bag of potatoes on the way home and that I was supposed to be home by five, and that it was now almost six, and that the turkey was going to be too dry, and I moved the phone away from my ear and shrugged my shoulders at Wayne despite knowing that my wife was right. “Wherever you are, just get the potatoes and get home now,” she said, and ended the call. It had long ago stopped being a blow to my ego that my wife never suspected me of having an affair.
“I’ve gotta run,” I said to Wayne. I put my phone in my pocket, closed and picked up the Thinkpad, and rolled up and picked up its power cord.
Wayne crossed his arms.
“You should leave that piece of junk here,” he said.
I waved and was out the door.
I bought the potatoes at the nearest grocery store, paying nearly double what I should have because the store catered to the upper middle-class with ceramic tiles and good lighting unlike the immigrant-focused Food Basics I usually shopped at.
I called my wife to tell her the potatoes were on their way, but she didn’t answer. Maybe she was having an affair.
I also kept thinking about the note by the door in John Grousewater’s room in The Yawning Mask. What could possibly be in Castle Mothmouth’s east storage room, and who’d delivered the glitchy message? I’d have to try to talk to the Innkeeper about it. Maybe he saw someone come in.
I pulled into my driveway, put the laptop under my arm, grabbed the bag of potatoes with my hand and went in through the garage. Annie was waiting in the kitchen, playing a match-three fruit game on her tablet. “Nice of you to finally make it,” she said.
I apologized, saying I’d lost track of time working on my thesis.
“At least I don’t have to worry about you having an affair,” she said as she was getting the turkey out of the oven.
It was dry.
After dinner we drank coffee together. I watched her swipe her finger to match bananas, kiwi and watermelons. What if the note is a trap? I thought. It could be from the Hooded Rat Brotherhood. Then again, was the Hooded Rat Brotherhood actually evil? They had a name that sounded evil, but Prince Verbamor seemed shady too. I understood his need to bring in an outsider to solve the quest because the Hooded Rat Brotherhood had infiltrated Xynk’s own police force and Verbamor didn’t know who to trust, but I also remembered an old British horror movie about an outsider who comes to an island to investigate a crime and ends up burned alive in a giant wicker man as part of an elaborate pagan ceremony.
When Annie stopped talking between levels of her mobile game, I got the bright idea to search for Xynk online.
Google search brought up 273,000 matches but none about the Xynk I was looking for. Google Books didn’t yield any fruit either. Although that wasn’t entirely surprising—after all, the game was old and clearly unfinished—there was something inexplicably creepy about anything that existed in the real world without leaving a trace of its existence on the internet. I decided to try Googling the names of the two developers instead.
They did exist.
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I awoke to a world without women.
I rolled off the bed into sore thighs and guilt, got up to emptiness that echoed the slightest noise, and left my wife’s clothes on the sheets without thinking that eventually I’d have to pack them into a plastic bag and slide them down the garbage chute. I felt magnified and hollow. In the kitchen, I used the stove top as a table because the actual table had my wife’s tablet on it, and spilled instant coffee. What I didn’t spill I drank in a few gulps, the way I used to drink ice cold milk as a boy. I stood in front of the living room window for a while before realizing I was naked, then realizing that it didn’t matter because men changed in front of each other at the pool and peed next to one another into urinals in public restrooms, and there weren’t any women to hide from, no one to offend. The world, I told myself, was now a sprawling men’s pisser, so I slammed the window open and pissed.
I wanted to call someone—to tell them that my wife was dead, because that’s a duty owed by the living—but whom could I call: her sister, her parents? Her sister was dead. Her father had a dead wife and two dead daughters. There was nothing to say. Everyone knew. I called my wife’s father anyway. Was he still my father-in-law now that I was a widower? He didn’t accept the connection. Widower: a word loses all but historical meaning when there are no alternatives. If all animals were dogs, we’d purge one of those words from our vocabulary. We were all widowers. It was synonymous with man. I switched on the television and stared, crying, at a montage of photographs showing the bloody landscapes of cities, hospitals, retirement homes, schools and churches, all under the tasteless headline: “International Pop”. Would we clean it up, these remnants of the people we loved? Could we even use the same buildings, knowing what had happened in them? The illusion of practical thinking pushed my feeling of emptiness away. I missed arms wrapping around me from behind while I stared through rain streaked windows. I missed barking and a wagging tail that hit my leg whenever I was standing too close. Happiness seemed impossible. I called Bakshi because I needed confirmation that I still had a voice. “They’re the lucky ones,” he said right after I’d introduced myself. “They’re out. We’re the fools still locked in, and now we’re all alone.”
For three weeks, I expected my wife to show up at the apartment door. I removed her clothes from the bed and stuffed them into a garbage bag, but kept the garbage bag in the small space between the fridge and the kitchen wall. I probably would have kept a dead body in the freezer if I had one and it fit. As a city and as a world, those were grim, disorganized weeks for us. Nobody worked. I don’t know what we did. Sat around and drank, smoked. And we called each other, often out of the blue. Every day, I received a call from someone I knew but hadn’t spoken to in years. The conversations all followed a pattern. There was no catching up and no explanation of lost time, just a question like “How are you holding up?” followed by a thoughtless answer (“Fine, I guess. And you?”) followed by an exchange of details about the women we’d lost. Mothers, sisters, daughters, wives, girlfriends, friends, cousins, aunts, teachers, students, co-workers. We talked about the colour of their hair, their senses of humour, their favourite movies. We said nothing about ourselves, choosing instead to inhabit the personas of those whom we’d loved. In the hallway, I would put on my wife’s coats but never look at myself in the mirror. I wore her winter hats in the middle of July. Facebook became a graveyard, with the gender field separating the mourners from the dead.
The World Health Organization issued a communique stating that based on the available data it was reasonable to assume that all the women in the world were dead, but it called for any woman still alive to come forward immediately. The language of the communique was as sterile as the Earth. Nobody came forward. The World Wildlife Fund created an inventory of all mammalian species that listed in ascending order how long each species would exist. Humans were on the bottom. Both the World Health Organization and the World Wildlife Fund predicted that unless significant technological progress occurred in the field of fertility within the next fifty years, the last human, a theoretical boy named Philip born into a theoretical developed country on March 26, 2025, would die in 93 years. On the day of his death, Philip would be the last remaining mammal—although not necessarily animal—on Earth. No organization or government has ever officially stated that July 4, 2025, was the most destructive day in recorded history, on the morning of which, Eastern Time, four billion out of a total of eight billion people ceased to exist as anything more than memories. What killed them was neither an act of war nor an act of terrorism. Neither was it human negligence. There was no one to blame and no one to prosecute. In the western countries, where the majority of people no longer believed in any religion, we could not even call it an act of God. So we responded by calling it nothing at all.
And, like nothing, our lives persisted. We ate, we slept and we adapted. After the first wave of suicides ended, we hosed off what the rain hadn’t already washed away and began to reorganize the systems on which our societies ran. It was a challenge tempered only slightly in countries where women had not made up a significant portion of the workforce. We held new elections, formed me boards of directors and slowed down the assembly lines and bus schedules to make it possible for our communities to keep running. There was less food in the supermarkets, but we also needed less food. Instead of two trains we ran one, but one sufficed. I don’t remember the day when I finally took the black garbage bag from its resting place and walked it to the chute. “How are you holding up?” a male voice would say on the street. “Fine, I guess. And you?” I’d answer. ##!! wrote a piece of Python code to predict the box office profitability of new movies, in which real actors played alongside computer-generated actresses. The code was only partially successful. Because while it did accurately predict the success of new movies in relation to one other, it failed to include the overwhelming popularity of re-releases of films from the past—films starring Bette Davis, Giulietta Masina, Meryl Streep: women who at least on screen were still flesh and blood. Theatres played retrospectives. On Amazon, books by female authors topped the charts. Sales of albums by women vocalists surged. We thirsted for another sex. I watched, read and listened like everyone else, and in between I cherished any media on which I found images or recordings of my wife. I was angry for not having made more. I looked at the same photos and watched the same clips over and over again. I memorized my wife’s Facebook timeline and tagged all her Tweets by date, theme and my own rating. When I went out, I would talk to the air as if she was walking beside me, sometimes quoting her actual words as answers to my questions and sometimes inventing my own as if she was a beloved character in an imagined novel. When people looked at me like I was crazy, I didn’t care. I wasn’t the only one. But, more importantly, my wife meant more to me than they did. I remembered times when we’d stroll through the park or down downtown sidewalks and I would be too ashamed to kiss her in the presence of strangers. Now, I would tell her that I love her in the densest crowd. I would ask her whether I should buy ketchup or mustard in the condiments aisle. She helped me pick out my clothes in the morning. She convinced me to eat healthy and exercise.
In November, I was in Bakshi’s apartment for the first time, waiting for a pizza delivery boy, when one of Bakshi’s friends who was browsing Reddit told us that the Tribe of Akna was starting a Kickstarter campaign in an attempt to buy the Republic of Suriname, rename it Xibalba and close its borders for all except the enlightened. Xibalba would have no laws, Salvador Abaroa said in a message on the site. He was banging his gong as he did. Everything would be legal, and anyone who pledged $100 would receive a two-week visa to this new "Mayan Buddhist Eden". If you pledged over $10,000, you would receive citizenship. “Everything in life is destroyed by energy,” Abaroa said. “But let the energy enlighten you before it consumes your body. Xibalba is finite life unbound.” Bakshi’s phone buzzed. The pizza boy had sent an email. He couldn’t get upstairs, so Bakshi and I took the elevator to the building’s front entrance. The boy’s face was so white that I saw it as soon as the elevator doors slid open. Walking closer, I saw that he was powdered. His cheeks were also rouged, and he was wearing cranberry coloured lipstick, a Marilyn Monroe wig and a short black skirt. Compared to his face, his thin legs looked like incongruously dark popsicle sticks. Bakshi paid for the pizza and added another five dollars for the tip. The boy batted his fake eyelashes and asked if maybe he could do something to earn a little more. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I could come upstairs and clean the place up a little. You two live alone?” Bakshi passed me the two pizza boxes—They felt hot in my hands.—and dug around in his wallet. “It’s not just the two of us,” I said. The boy smiled. “That’s OK. I’ve done parties before if that’s what you’re into.” I saw the reaction on Bakshi’s face, and I saw the boy’s grotesque caricature of a woman. “There’s condoms and lube in the car,” the boy said, pointing to a sedan with a pizza spray-painted across its side parked by the curb. “My boss says I can take up to two hours but it’s not like he uses a stopwatch.” I stepped on Bakshi’s foot and shouldered him away. He was still fiddling with his wallet. “We’re not interested,” I said to the boy. He just shrugged. “Suit yourselves. If you change your mind, order another pizza and ask for Ruby.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened. As we shuffled inside, I saw Bakshi’s cheeks turn red. “I’m not actually—” he mumbled, but I didn’t let him finish. What had bothered me so much about the boy wasn’t the way he looked or acted; in fact, it wasn’t really the boy at all. He was just trying to make a buck. What bothered me was how ruthlessly we’d already begun to exploit each other.
For those of us who were heterosexual, sex was a definite weakness. I missed it. I would never have it with a woman again. The closest substitute was pornography, whose price rose with its popularity, but which, at least for me, now came scented with the unpleasantness of historicity and nostalgia. Videos and photos, not to mention physical magazines, were collector’s items in the same way that we once collected coins or action figures. The richest men bought up the exclusive rights to their favourite porn stars and guarded them by law with a viciousness once reserved for the RIAA and MPAA. Perhaps exclusivity gave them a possessive satisfaction. In response, we pirated whatever we could and fought for a pornographic public domain. Although new pornography was still being produced, either with the help of the same virtual technology they used for mainstream movies or with the participation of young men in costume, it lacked the taste of the originals. It was like eating chocolate made without cocoa. The best pornography, and therefore the best sex, became the pornography of the mind.
The Tribe of Akna reached its Kickstarter goal in early December. On December 20, I went to church for the first time since getting married because that was the theoretical date that my wife—along with every other woman—was supposed to have given birth. I wanted to be alone with others. Someone posted a video on TikTok from Elia Kazan’s On The Waterfront, dubbing over Marlon Brando’s speech to say: “You don’t understand. I could’a had a piece of ass. I could’a been a school board member. I could’a been a son’s daddy”. It was juvenile and heartbreaking. By Christmas, the Surinamese government was already expelling its citizens, each of whom had theoretically been given a fraction of the funds paid to the government from the Tribe of Akna’s Kickstarter pool, and Salvador Abaroa’s lawyers were petitioning for international recognition of the new state of Xibalba. Neither Canada nor the United States opened diplomatic relations, but others did. I knew people who had pledged money, and when in January they disappeared on trips, I had no doubt to where. Infamy spread in the form of stories and urban legends. There’s no need for details. People disappeared, and ethicists wrote about the ethical neutrality of murder, arguing that because we were all slated to die, leaving the Earth barren in a century, destruction was a human inevitability, and what is inevitable can never be bad, even when it comes earlier than expected—even when it comes by force. Because, as a species, we hadn’t chosen destruction for ourselves, neither should any individual member of our species be able to choose now for himself. To the ethicists of what became known as the New Inevitability School, suicide was a greater evil than murder because it implied choice and inequality. If the ship was going down, no one should be allowed to get off. A second wave of suicides coincided with the debate, leading many governments to pass laws making suicide illegal. But how do you punish someone who already wants to die? In China: by keeping him alive and selling him to Xibalba, where he becomes the physical plaything of its citizens and visa-holders. The Chinese was the first embassy to open in Xibalban Paramaribo.
The men working on Kurt Schwaller’s theory of everything continued working, steadily adding new variables to their equations, complicating their calculations in the hopes that someday the variable they added would be the final one and the equation would yield an answer. “It’s pointless,” Bakshi would comment after reading about one of the small breakthroughs they periodically announced. “Even if they do manage to predict something, anything, it won’t amount to anything more than the painfully obvious. And after decades of adding and subtracting their beans, they’ll come out of their Los Alamos datalabs like groundhogs into a world blanketed by storm clouds and conclude, finally and with plenty of self-congratulations, that it’s about to fucking rain.”
It rained a lot in February. It was one of the warmest Februaries in Toronto’s history. Sometimes I went for walks along the waterfront, talking to my wife, listening to Billie Holiday and trying to recall as many female faces as I could. Ones from the distant past: my mother, my grandmothers. Ones from the recent past: the woman whose life my wife saved on the way to the hospital, the Armenian woman with the film magazine and the injured son, the Jamaican woman, Bakshi’s wife. I focused on their faces, then zoomed out to see their bodies. I carried an umbrella but seldom opened it because the pounding of the raindrops against the material distorted my mental images. I saw people rush across the street holding newspapers above their heads while dogs roamed the alleyways wearing nothing at all. Of the two, it was dogs that had the shorter time left on Earth, and if they could let the rain soak their fur and drip off their bodies, I could surely let it run down my face. It was first my mother and later my wife who told me to always cover up in the rain, “because moisture causes colds,” but I was alone now and I didn’t want to be separated from the falling water by a sheet of glass anymore. I already was cold. I saw a man sit down on a bench, open his briefcase, pack rocks into it, then close it, tie it to his wrist, check his watch and start to walk into the polluted waters of Lake Ontario. Another man took out his phone and tapped his screen a few times. The man in the lake walked slowly, savouring each step. When the police arrived, sirens blaring, the water was up to his neck. I felt guilty for watching the three officers splash into the lake after him. I don’t know what happened after that because I turned my back and walked away. I hope they didn’t stop him. I hope he got to do what he wanted to do.
“Screw the police.” Bakshi passed me a book. “You should read this,” he said. It was by a professor of film and media studies at a small university in Texas. There was a stage on the cover, flanked by two red curtains. The photo had been taken from the actors’ side, looking out at an audience that the stage lights made too dark to see. The title was Hiding Behind The Curtains. I flipped the book over. There was no photo of the author. “It’s a theory,” Bakshi said, “that undercuts what Abaroa and the Inevitabilists are saying. It’s a little too poetic in parts but—listen, you ever read Atlas Shrugged?” I said I hadn’t. “Well, anyway, what this guy says is that what if instead of our situation letting us do anything we want, it’s actually the opposite, a test to see how we act when we only think that we’re doomed. I mean what if the women who died in March, what if they’re just—” “Hiding behind the curtains,” I said. He bit his lower lip. “It sounds stupid when you say it like that but, as a metaphor, it has a kind of elegance, right?” I flipped through the book, reading a few sentences at random. It struck me as neo-Christian. “Isn’t this a little too spiritual for you? I thought we were all locked into one path,” I said. “I thought that, too, but lately I’ve been able to do things—things that I didn’t really want to do.” For a second I was concerned. “Nothing bad,” he said. “I mean I’ve felt like I’m locked into doing one thing, say having a drink of water, but I resist and pour myself a glass of orange juice instead.” I shook my head. “It’s hard to explain,” he said. That’s how most theories ended, I thought: reason and evidence up to a crucial point, and then it gets so personal that it’s hard to explain. You either make the jump or you don’t. “Just read it,” he said. “Please read it. You don’t have to agree with it, I just want to get your opinion, an objective opinion.”
I never did read the book, and Bakshi forgot about it, too, but that day he was excited and happy, and those were rare feelings. I was simultaneously glad for him and jealous. Afterwards, we went out onto the balcony and drank Czech beer until morning. When it got cool, we put on our coats. It started to drizzle so we wore blue plastic suits like the ones they used to give you on boat rides in Niagara Falls. When it was time to go home, I was so drunk I couldn’t see straight. I almost got into a fight, the first one of my life, because I bumped into a man on the street and told him to get the fuck out of my way. I don’t remember much more of my walk home. The only reason I remember Behind The Curtains at all is because when I woke up in the afternoon it was the first thing that my hung over brain recognized. It was lying on the floor beside the bed. Then I opened the blinds covering my bedroom window and, through my spread fingers that I’d meant to use as a shield from the first blast of daylight, I saw the pincers for the first time.
They’d appeared while I was asleep. I turned on the television and checked my phone. The media and the internet were feverish, but nobody knew what the thing was, just a massive, vaguely rectangular shape blotting out a strip of the sky. NASA stated that it had received no extraterrestrial messages to coincide with the appearance. Every government claimed ignorance. The panel discussions on television only worsened my headache. Bakshi emailed me links to photos from Mumbai, Cape Town, Sydney and Mexico City, all showing the same shape; or rather one of a pair of shapes, for there were two of them, one on each side of the Earth, and they’d trapped our planet between themselves like gargantuan fingers clutching an equally gargantuan ping-pong ball. That’s why somebody came up with the term “the pincers”. It stuck. Because I’d slept in last night’s clothes I was already dressed, so I ran down the stairs and out of my apartment building to get a better look at them from the parking lot. You’re not supposed to look at the sun, but I wasn’t the only one breaking that rule. There were entire crowds with upturned faces in the streets. If the pincers, too, could see, they would perhaps be as baffled by us as we were of them: billions of tiny specks all over the surface of this ping-pong ball gathering in points on a grid, coagulating into large puddles that vanished overnight only to reassemble in the morning. In the following days, scientists scrambled to study the pincers and their potential effects on us, but they discovered nothing. The pincers did nothing. They emitted nothing, consumed nothing. They simply were. And they could not be measured or detected in any way other than by eyesight. When we shot rays at them, the rays continued on their paths unaffected, as if nothing was there. The pincers did, however, affect the sun’s rays coming towards us. They cut up our days. The sun would rise, travel over the sky, hide behind a pincer—enveloping us in a second night—before revealing itself again as a second day. But if the pincers’ physical effect on us was limited to its blockage of light, their mental effects on us were astoundingly severe. For many, this was the sign they’d been waiting for. It brought hope. It brought gloom. It broke and confirmed ideas that were hard to explain. In their ambiguity, the pincers could be anything, but in their strangeness they at least reassured us of the reality of the strange times in which we were living. Men walked away from the theory of everything, citing the pincers as the ultimate variable that proved the futility of prognostication. Others took up the calculations because if the pincers could appear, what else was out there in our future? However, ambiguity can only last for a certain period. Information narrows possibilities. On April 1, 2026, every Twitter account in the world received the following message:
as you can see this message is longer than the allowed one hundred forty characters time and space are malleable you thought you had one hundred years but prepare for the plucking
The sender was @. The message appeared in each user’s feed at exactly the same time and in his first language, without punctuation. Because of the date most of us thought it was a hoax, but the developers of Twitter denied this vehemently. It wasn’t until a court forced them to reveal their code, which proved that a message of that length and sent by a blank user was impossible, that our doubts ceased. ##!! took bets on what the message meant. Salvador Abaroa broadcast a response into space in a language he called Bodhi Mayan, then addressed the rest of us in English, saying that in the pincers he had identified an all-powerful prehistoric fire deity, described in an old Sanskrit text as having the resemblance of mirrored black fangs, whose appearance signified the end of time. “All of us will burn,” he said, “but paradise shall be known only to those who burn willingly.” Two days later, The Tribe of Akna announced that in one month it would seal Xibalba from the world and set fire to everything and everyone in it. For the first time, its spokesman said, an entire nation would commit suicide as one. Jonestown was but a blip. As a gesture of goodwill, he said that Xibalba was offering free immolation visas to anyone who applied within the next week. The New Inevitability School condemned the plan as “offensively unethical” and inequalitist and urged an international Xibalban boycott. Nothing came of it. When the date arrived, we watched with rapt attention on live streams and from the vantage points of circling news planes as Salvador Abaroa struck flint against steel, creating the spark that caught the char cloth, starting a fire that blossomed bright crimson and in the next weeks consumed all 163,821 square kilometres of the former Republic of Suriname and all 2,500,000 of its estimated Xibalban inhabitants. Despite concerns that the fire would spread beyond Xibalba’s borders, The Tribe of Akna had been careful. There were no accidental casualties and no unplanned property damage. No borders were crossed. Once the fire burned out, reporters competed to be first to capture the mood on the ground. Paramaribo resembled the smouldering darkness of a fire pit.
It was a few days later while sitting on Bakshi’s balcony, looking up at the pincers and rereading a reproduction of @’s message—someone had spray-painted it across the wall of a building opposite Bakshi’s—that I remembered Iris. The memory was so absorbing that I didn’t notice when Bakshi slid open the balcony door and sat down beside me, but I must have been smiling because he said, “I don’t mean this the wrong way, but you look a little loony tonight. Seriously, man, you do not look sufficiently freaked out.” I’d remembered Iris before, swirling elements of her plain face, but now I also remembered her words and her theory. I turned to Bakshi, who seemed to be waiting for an answer to his question, and said, “Let’s get up on the roof of this place.” He grabbed my arm and held on tightly. “I’m not going to jump, if that’s what you mean.” It wasn’t what I meant, but I asked, “why not?” He said, “I don’t know. I know we’re fucked as a species and all that, but I figure if I’m still alive I might as well see what happens next, like in a bad movie you want to see through to the end.” I promised him that I wasn’t going to jump, either. Then I scrambled inside his apartment, grabbed my hat and jacket from the closet by the front door and put them on while speed walking down the hall, toward the fire escape. I realized I’d been spending a lot of time here. The alarm went off as soon I pushed open the door with my hip but I didn’t care. When Bakshi caught up with me, I was already outside, leaping up two stairs at a time. The metal construction was rusted. The treads wobbled. On the roof, the wind nearly blew my hat off and it was so loud I could have screamed and no one would have heard me. Holding my hat in my hands, I crouched and looked out over the twinkling city spread out in front of me. It looked alive in spite of the pincers in the sky. “Let’s do something crazy,” I yelled. Bakshi was still catching his breath behind me. “What, like this isn’t crazy enough?” The NHL may have been gone but my hat still bore the Maple Leafs logo, as quaint and obsolete by then as the Weimar Republic in the summer of 1945. “When’s the last time you played ball hockey?” I asked. Bakshi crouched beside me. “You’re acting weird. And I haven’t played ball hockey in ages.” I stood up so suddenly that Bakshi almost fell over. This time I knew I was smiling. “So call your buddies,” I said. “Tell them to bring their sticks and their gear and to meet us in front of the ACC in one hour.” Bakshi patted me on the back. Toronto shone like jewels scattered over black velvet. “The ACC’s been closed for years, buddy. I think you’re really starting to lose it.” I knew it was closed. “Lose what?” I asked. “It’s closed and we’re going to break in.”
The chains broke apart like shortbread. The electricity worked. The clouds of dust made me sneeze. We used duffel bags to mark out the goals. We raced up and down the stands and bent over, wheezing at imaginary finish lines. We got into the announcer’s booth and called each other cunts through the microphone. We ran, fell and shot rubber pucks for hours. We didn’t keep score. We didn’t worry. “What about the police?” someone asked. The rest of us answered: “Screw the fucking police!”
And when everybody packed up and went home, I stayed behind.
“Are you sure you’re fine?” Bakshi asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Because I have to get back so that I can shower, get changed and get to work.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said.
“And you promise me you’ll catch a cab?”
“I’m not suicidal.”
He fixed his grip on his duffel bag. “I didn’t say you were. I was just checking.”
“I want to see the end of the movie, too,” I said.
He saluted. I watched him leave. When he was gone, my wife walked down from the nosebleeds and took a seat beside me. “There’s someone I want to tell you about,” I said. She lifted her chin like she always does when something unexpected catches her interest, and scooted closer. I put my arm across the back of her beautiful shoulders. She always liked that, even though the position drives me crazy because I tend to talk a lot with my hands. “Stuck at Leafs-Wings snorefest,” she said. “Game sucks but I love the man sitting beside me.” (January 15, 2019. Themes: hockey, love, me. Rating: 5/5). “Her name was Iris,” I said.

Iris

“What if the whole universe was a giant garden—like a hydroponics thing, like how they grow tomatoes and marijuana, so there wouldn’t need to be any soil, all the nutrients would just get injected straight into the seeds or however they do it—or, even better, space itself was the soil, you know how they talk about dark matter being this invisible and mysterious thing that exists out there and we don’t know what it does, if it actually affect anything, gravity…”
She blew a cloud of pot smoke my way that made me cough and probably gave her time to think. She said, “So dark matter is like the soil, and in this space garden of course they don’t grow plants but something else.”
“Galaxies?”
“Eyes.”
“Just eyes, or body parts in general?” I asked.
“Just eyes.”
The music from the party thumped. “But the eyes are our planets, like Mars is an eye, Neptune is an eye, and the Earth is an eye, maybe even the best eye.”
“The best for what? Who’s growing them?”
“God,” she said.
I took the joint from her and took a long drag. “I didn’t know you believed in God.”
“I don’t, I guess—except when I’m on dope. Anyway, you’ve got to understand me because when I say God I don’t mean like the old man with muscles and a beard. This God, the one I’m talking about, it’s more like a one-eyed monster.”
“Like a cyclops?” I asked.
“Yeah, like that, like a cyclops. So it’s growing these eyes in the dark matter in space—I mean right now, you and me, we’re literally sitting on one of these eyes and we’re contributing to its being grown because the nutrients the cyclops God injected into them, that’s us.”
“Why does God need so many extra eyes?”
“It’s not a question of having so many of them, but more about having the right one, like growing the perfect tomato.” I gave her back the joint and leaned back, looking at the stars. “Because every once in a while the cyclops God goes blind, its eye stops working—not in the same way we go blind, because the cyclops God doesn’t see reality in the same way we see reality—but more like we see through our brains and our eyes put together.”
“Like x-ray vision?” I asked.
“No, not like that at all,” she said.
“A glass eye?”
“Glass eyes are fake.”
“OK,” I said, “so maybe try something else. Give me a different angle. Tell me what role we’re playing in all of this because right now it seems that we’re pretty insignificant. I mean, you said we’re nutrients but what’s the difference between, say, Mars and Earth in terms of being eyes?”
She looked over at me. “Are you absolutely sure you want to hear about this?”
“I am,” I said.
“You don’t think it’s stupid?”
“Compared to what?”
“I don’t know, just stupid in general.”
“I don’t.”
“I like you,” she said.
“Because I don’t think you’re stupid?” I asked.
“That’s just a bonus. I mean more that you’re up here with me instead of being down there with everyone, and we’re talking and even though we’re not in love I know somehow we’ll never forget each other for as long as we live.”
“It’s hard to forget being on the surface of a giant floating eyeball.”
“You’re scared that you won’t find anyone to love,” she said suddenly, causing me to nearly choke on my own saliva. “Don’t ask me how I know—I just do. But before I go any further about the cyclops God, I want you to know that you’ll find someone to love and who’ll love you back, and whatever happens you’ll always have that because no one can take away the past.”
“You’re scared of going blind,” I said.
“I am going blind.”
“Not yet.”
“And I’m learning not to be scared because everything I see until that day will always belong to me.”
“The doctors said it would be gradual,” I reminded her.
“That’s horrible.”
“Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t want to find someone to love and then know that every day you wake up the love between you grows dimmer and dimmer, would you?”
“I guess not,” I said.
“Wouldn’t you much rather feel the full strength of that love up to and including in the final second before the world goes black?”
“It would probably be painful to lose it all at once like that.”
“Painful because you actually had something to lose. For me, I know I can’t wish away blindness, but I sure wish that the last image I ever see—in that final second before my world goes black—is the most vivid and beautiful image of all.”
Because I didn’t know what to say to that, I mumbled: “I’m sorry.”
“That I’m going blind?”
“Yeah, and that we can’t grow eyes.”
This time I looked over, and she was the one gazing at the stars. “Before, you asked if we were insignificant,” she said. “But because you’re sorry—that’s kind of why we’re the most significant of all, why Earth is better than the other planets.”
“For the cyclops God?”
“Yes.”
“He cares about my feelings?”
“Not in the way you’re probably thinking, but in a different way that’s exactly what the cyclops God cares about most because that’s what it’s looking for in an eye. All the amazing stuff we’ve ever built, all our ancient civilizations and supercomputers and cities you can see from the Moon—that’s just useless cosmetics to the cyclops God, except in how all of it has made us feel about things that aren’t us.”
“I think you’re talking about morality.”
“I think so, too.”
“So by feeling sorry for you I’m showing compassion, and the cyclops God likes compassion?”
“That’s not totally wrong but it’s a little upside down. We have this black matter garden and these planets the cyclops God has grown as potential eyes to replace its own eye once it stops working, but its own eye is like an eye and a brain mixed together. Wait—” she said.
I waited.
“Imagine a pair of tinted sunglasses.”
I imagined green-tinted ones.
“Now imagine that instead of the lenses being a certain colour, they’re a certain morality, and if you wear the glasses you see the world tinted according to that morality.”
I was kind of able to imagine that. I supposed it would help show who was good and who was bad. “But the eye and the tinted glasses are the same thing in this case.”
“Exactly, there’s no one without the other, and what makes the tint special is us—not that the cyclops God cares at all about individuals any more than we care about individual honey bees. That’s why he’s kind of a monster.”
“Isn’t people’s morality always changing, though?”
“Only up to a point. Green is green even when you have a bunch of shades of it, and a laptop screen still works fine even with a few dead pixels, right? And the more globalized and connected we get, the smoother our morality gets, but if you’re asking more about how our changing morals work when the cyclops God finally comes to take its eye, I assume it has a way to freeze our progress. To cut our roots. Then it makes some kind of final evaluation. If it’s satisfied it takes the planet and sticks it into its eye socket, and if it doesn’t like us then it lets us alone, although because we’re frozen and possibly rootless I suppose we die—maybe that’s what the other planets are, so many of them in space without any sort of life. Cold, rejected eyes.”
From sunglasses to bees to monitors in three metaphors, and now we were back to space. This was getting confusing. The stars twinkled, some of them dead, too: their light still arriving at our eyes from sources that no longer existed. “That’s kind of depressing,” I said to end the silence.
“What about it?”
“Being bees,” I said, “that work for so long at tinting a pair of glasses just so that a cyclops God can try them on.”
“I don’t think it’s any more depressing than being a tomato.”
“I’ve never thought about that.”
“You should. It’s beautiful, like love,” she said. “Because if you think about it, being a tomato and being a person are really quite similar. They’re both about growing and existing for the enjoyment of someone else. As a tomato you’re planted, you grow and mature and then an animal comes along and eats you. The juicier you look and the nicer you smell, the greater the chance that you’ll get plucked but also the more pleasure the animal will get from you. As a person, you’re also born and you grow up and you mature into a one of a kind personality with a one of a kind face, and then someone comes along and makes you fall in love with them and all the growing you did was really just for their enjoyment of your love.”
“Except love lasts longer than chewing a tomato.”
“Sometimes,” she said.
“And you have to admit that two tomatoes can’t eat each other the way two people can love each other mutually.”
“I admit that’s a good point,” she said.
“And what happens to someone who never gets fallen in love with?”
“The same thing that happens to a tomato that never gets eaten or an eye that the cyclops God never takes. They die and they rot, and they darken and harden, decomposing until they don’t look like tomatoes anymore. It’s not a nice fate. I’d rather live awhile and get eaten, to be honest.”
“As a tomato or person?”
“Both.”
I thought for a few seconds. “That explanation works for things on Earth, but nothing actually decomposes in space.”
“That’s why there are so many dead planets,” she said.
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2020.09.28 21:10 mr_tyler_durden Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update September 28, 2020

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2020.09.28 20:37 swingerlover THE ANCIENT HISTORY OF LOVE SPELLS #lovespell #lovespells

THE ANCIENT HISTORY OF LOVE SPELLS #lovespell #lovespells
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The erotic attraction spells also known as love spells, can be traced from the syncretic magic custom of Hellenistic Greece- which included the Hebraic and Egyptian features as recorded in texts like the Greek Magical Papyri and also on amulets as well as other artefacts that date up to late third century A.D. The magical rituals continued to impact on private custom among German society, in Gaul (for Celtic people) and Roman Britain. Erotic magic exhibited gender responsibilities in classical Greece and dropped the contemporary misconceptions on gender lines and sexuality. According to the University of Chicago’s Christopher Faraone- a classical professor, there was a clear distinction between magic practiced by both genders with men practicing Eros and women Philia.
Indeed, the two kinds of spells can be linked to gender responsibilities in Ancient Greece. Because women depended on men, they used philia. From ancient times, women weak and utilize any means possible to maintain their spouses. At the time when men had the liberty to leave their wives as they wished, the use of philia was necessary. With that, most women chose to use it as a way to maintain their beauty and as a source of peace of mind.
Make Men Faithful
Women used philia magic to make their men faithful and stick to them. Elementary beliefs on sexual attitudes in Greece were rejected by the discovery of the philia love spells, rituals, and potions. Rather than applying it as a means of getting sexual pleasure, women used the spells as medicine or therapy. Women used philia spells to try to conserve their beauty and remain appealing. This can be related to general medical usage by women. In ancient Greece, most women used spells as a kind of therapy. Despite the form of spells and whether they worked or not, there was something special about them- they made the users feel more contented with their situations and have the feeling that they have some powers over the prevailing situations. In that case, magic works just like regions. In a nutshell, prayers and spells have a lot of similarities in that both bring the tranquility of mind and they both use something spiritual to command something that is presently unmanageable.

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For men and prostitutes, Eros spells were mainly used to serve an entirely different role in ancient Greece. They were mostly applied by men to introduce lust and enthusiasm into women, directing them to accomplish the men’s desires. Without some kind of powers like that exhibited by spells, women felt insecure that is why they would strive to seek the affection producing spells. While men experienced a free life where they chose what they wanted to do, women on the other hand were relatively restricted. For instance, they were required to serve only one husband and home. This prompted women who were not practicing prostitution to apply eros magic to meet their sexual demands.
Women in love Magic.
Malleus Maleficarum of 1487 best illustrated the view of women in the Renaissance. The introduction part of the text presents the sexuality of women with respect to the devil. In his book, Heinrich Kramer wrote, “All witchcraft originates from sexual desire, which in women is unquenchable.” At this time, men of the Renaissance fretted the sexual capability of the opposite gender. They linked it to the devil and thought of them as sexual associates to demons. The book, Kramer narrates a case where a witch got her powers by summoning the devil to get into sexual relations. By the use of her sexual powers, she acquires power, therefore, viewed as evil and a threat. To confirm this, in most of the witchcraft prosecutions submitted before the Holy Office (in Roman Inquisition), women were accused using their own sexuality to bind their lusts and sexuality.
From Ancient experiences and stories, it is evident that Love Spells had a great impact on love matters. Like today, it was respected and feared by people. Also, it was used by others to fulfill their sexual needs where possible. Love spells are deeply rooted to the lives of most people. Therefore, even in the contemporary world, many people can still relate to it. Although there has been a lot of transformations in terms of lifestyle and the view of people on supernatural powers, love spells can’t be underrated.
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2020.09.28 13:35 abinoat How can I accept this reality that women are very choosy?

I know it's a biological trait. I know they do it because their ancestors had to do it. I know it's a very natural thing to do and we cannot change it. But it's really hard for me to accept it. It's like swallowing a very, very big pill.
Women are very choosy when it comes to choosing a partner (both short-term and long-term). at an online dating study about a decade old, men seemed to rate women on something of an average curve. With about half rated as bellow average and half rated as above average. Women meanwhile rated 80 % of men bellow average attractiveness. Also, numerous studies show that having more resources make a man way more attractive for women, but a woman's resources have almost no effect on men. Men's attractiveness have other factors too(like confidence and being funny). Sometimes success in other factors covers a man's deficiencies in looks and status. But even these men will never come close to wealthy handsome men.
That's why super rich men have super model wives. That's why if the president of US was a woman, she would never marry a nude male model (Just like how Trump did)
What's bothering me is that the majority of men have a very hard time finding a woman, while a minority of men can have sex with almost anyone they want at anytime they desire. It's because most women have the luxury of being choosy, but most men don't.
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2020.09.28 04:37 UnKnownSurviving Can married men be Mgtow? Honestly, I’m questioning the idea. If men can improve themselves while married, that’s a good thing, right?

I’m single and have been for five years. I’m not interested in dating. (Though I kept the dating apps in case I decided to have a more relationship experience. And I kept it because it’s amusing, swapping left because most women are so into being sarcastic because they thinks it’s a winning personality. I just don’t give a fuck. So I swipe left.)
Moreover, my question is can married guys be Mgtow? This is a burning question for me. I’m not really interested in getting married. And I refuse to do so. I have a lot of time on my hands and I have goals. Not much distraction, thanks god.
But can married men be Mgtow while their over weight wives lose interests in them, thinks their husband won’t improve himself because he’s married to her now? Men who are married shouldn’t let themselves go. Also, they should take control of their lives and their marriage.
That’s just my opinion. I’m not married. I hear lot of men let themselves go during marriage.
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2020.09.28 04:28 StevenStevens43 The Gaelic uprisings

The Gaelic uprisings
The real Arvirargus revealed:
To find out why "Marius" in the quote below, is almost definitely the same person as Sallustius Lucullus, you will need to first read my previous article to establish why this is.
Reading this article without first establishing the basic foundations, will deem this article useless.
So i will leave a link right here below, for the article you should first read, before coming back and reading this one.
Sallustius Lucullus
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Marius:
Now i will introduce Sallustius Lucullus/Marius.
The legendary Marius is the son of the legendary Arvirargus.
Marius
Marius was a legendary king of the Britons) during the time of the Roman occupation of Britain, as recounted in Geoffrey of Monmouth's pseudohistorical Historia Regum Britanniae. He was the son of King Arvirargus and ruled following his father's death.
Arvirargus:
And in turn, the legendary Arvirargus is the son of the legendary Kimbelinus.
According to Geoffrey, Arvirargus is a son of the former king Kimbelinus. Arvirargus
Kimbelinus:
However, it turns out that Kimbelinus is not legendary in the slightest.
Archaelogists have found his coins all over southern britain, marked "rex", which means he was a client king for the Romans.
Also he is written about in Roman records.
Quite simply, he is the same person as Cunobelinus, and Kimbelinus is simply a his name in a different dialect.
Cunobeline
Cunobeline (or Cunobelin, from Latin Cunobelinus, derived from Common Brittonic \Cunobelinos* "Strong as a Dog", "Strong Dog") was a king in pre-Roman Britain from about AD 9 until about AD 40.[1] He is mentioned in passing by the classical historians Suetonius and Dio Cassius, and many coins bearing his inscription have been found. He controlled a substantial portion of south-eastern Britain, including the territories of the Catuvellauni and the Trinovantes, and is called "King of the Britons" (Britannorum rex) by Suetonius.[2] He appears to have been recognized by Roman emperor Augustus as a client king, as testified by the use of the Latin title Rex on his coins. Cunobeline appears in British legend as Cynfelyn (Welsh), Kymbelinus (medieval Latin) or Cymbeline, as in the play by William Shakespeare.
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Coins of Cunobelinus
Sallustius Lucullius:
Now not much more is known about Sellustius Lucallius beyond him having likely been a consul, aswell as a client king before being executed in 85 AD when the Roman empire began doing away with their client kings in favour of more direct ownership of British lands.
Also if you find it unbelievable that a Gaelic speaking Celt named Marius might have a Latinised name of "Sallustius Lucullus", then i will leave a photo of the Roman emperor Caligula.
Sallustius Lucullus
Anything more about Lucullus is conjecture or inference: for example, since every other known governor of Roman Britain had been a consul prior to being appointed governor, it is reasonable to assume Lucullus also had been consul; since all of the consuls from the year 85 until past the death of Domitian are known, he must have been consul before the year 85.
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Marble bust of Roman emperor Caligula
Amminus:
Now, if you have read my previous article, and you still have doubts about them being the same person, then know, that everything i have said, is pretty much now accepted as a contemporary theory amongst contemporary historians and scholars, as confirmed confirmed below.
But, from now on, i will use the name Marius to remain consistant with popular opinion.
Sallustius Lucullus
A second theory was proposed by Dr. Miles Russell of Bournemouth University. An inscription from Chichester, recorded by Samuel Woodford in his Inscriptionum Romano-Britannicarum Conllectio (1658) but since lost, refers to Sallustius Lucullus, giving his praenomen as Gaius and describing him as a propraetorian legate of the emperor Domitian. Another inscription from Chichester, discovered in 1923, refers to a "Lucullus, son of Amminus". Russell argues that this is the same Lucullus, and that his father was the native British prince Amminus, son of Cunobelinus, who fled to Rome c. 40.
Boudica:
Now Marius would have been at his prime just around the time of the Boudica revolt in 60 AD.
Boudica
Boudica or Boudicca (UK: /ˈbuːdɪkə, boʊˈdɪkə/, US: /buːˈdɪkə/), also known as Boadicea (/ˌboʊ(ə)dɪˈsiːə/, also US: /ˌboʊæd-/) or Boudicea, and in Welsh as Buddug (IPA: [ˈbɨðɨɡ]),[1][2] was a queen of the British Celtic Iceni tribe who led an uprising against the conquering forces of the Roman Empire in AD 60 or 61. She died shortly after its failure and was said to have poisoned herself. She is considered a British folk hero.[3]
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Boudicea painting
Roman conquest:
Of course, the uprising was caused by the Roman empire trying to take ownership of the kingdoms and lands.
They were previously self governing provences that had good trade relations with Rome.
But when Boudiceas husband died, his will was ignored by the emperor, who done the same to Boudica as he was doing to other client kings and queens, and he took Boudicas kingdom from her.
According to Tacitus, he also turned her in to a slave, and she and her daughters also raped.
Boudica
Boudica's husband Prasutagus, with whom she had two children whose names are unknown, ruled as a nominally independent ally of Rome, and left his kingdom jointly to his daughters and to the Roman emperor in his will. However, when he died, his will was ignored, and the kingdom was annexed and his property taken. According to Tacitus, Boudica was flogged and her daughters raped.[4] Cassius Dio explains Boudica's response by saying that previous imperial donations to influential Britons were confiscated and the Roman financier and philosopher Seneca called in the loans he had forced on the reluctant Britons.[5]
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Iceni territory
Uprising:
Boudica and her Iceni tribe led an uprising which almost removed the Roman empire from Britain, by destroying Roman Britains most important settlements.
Boudica
In AD 60 or 61, when the Roman governor Gaius Suetonius Paulinus was campaigning on the island of Mona (modern Anglesey) on the northwest coast of Wales, Boudica led the Iceni, the Trinovantes, and others in revolt.[6] They destroyed Camulodunum (modern Colchester), earlier the capital of the Trinovantes but at that time a colonia), a settlement for discharged Roman soldiers and site of a temple to the former Emperor Claudius. Upon hearing of the revolt, Suetonius hurried to Londinium (modern London), the 20-year-old commercial settlement that was the rebels' next target. He lacked sufficient numbers to defend the settlement, and he evacuated and abandoned Londinium. Boudica led a very large army of Iceni, Trinovantes, and others against a detachment of Legio IX Hispana, defeating them, and burning Londinium and Verulamium.
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Boo! And her daughters
Suicide:
The end result was defeat.
She is thought to have died of an illness.
Possibly self enduced poisoning, to avoid enslavement.
Boudica
The crisis caused Nero to consider withdrawing all Roman forces from Britain, but Suetonius's victory over Boudica confirmed Roman control of the province. Boudica then either killed herself to avoid capture (according to Tacitus),[8]
Gaelic:
Now, does it seem a bit unbelievable that one single warrior princess and her Iceni tribe could achieve all this?
Well what you have to remember, is the Gaelic language during this period, was spoken all over Gaul, and before the Roman conquests, Gaul was a very large area, taking in much of europe and beyond, as i revealed in my article "From Gaul to Galilee".
But Boudica was known throughout Gaul, in many different Gaulish/Gaelic dialects, suggesting she was well connected.
Name
The Gaulish version is attested in inscriptions as Boudiga in Bordeaux, Boudica in Lusitania, and Bodicca in Algeria.[13]
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Pre-roman Gaul
Loyalty:
Now, Marius, who was likely executed in 85 AD by the Romans, was loyal to the Romans right until the death.
Marius
Marius established close ties with Rome and good diplomacy through tribute and respect of the Roman citizens in Britain. He followed the laws of his ancestors and ruled justly. When he died, he was succeeded by his son, Coilus.
Agricola:
And back to this Sallustius Lucullus/Marius for just a second.
Sallustius Lucullus is thought to have been part of Roman attempts of expansion in to Albany/Caledonia/Scotland, and he allied himself with Agricola during Agricolas conquest of Caledonia attempt, just before his execution.
Military activity
Archaeology can tell us something of Roman military activity in the years following Agricola's recall in 84. Sallustius (or his unknown predecessor, if one existed) may have attempted to consolidate Agricola's victories in Scotland by building the Glen Forts which Peter Salway dates to his rule. Forts at Ardoch and Dalswinton in southern Scotland, which Agricola had built, were extensively rebuilt in the late 80s and evidence of improvements of other military installations in the region points to a strong presence in the Scots Lowlands.
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Agricolas northern campaign
De facto king of Albany:
And the client kingdom that Marius ruled, would appear to have been the equivalent of todays Northumbria, and Scotland.
He was likely the de-facto king of Albany, though possibly not recognised by Picts, Scots and Gaels as such.
Marius
According to Geoffrey, he ruled wisely in the time when the Picts first arrived in Britain. A fleet of ships under the leadership of Sodric came from Scythia and landed in Albany. Once there, they began to destroy the lands and Marius was forced to react. Following numerous battles, Marius killed Sodric and set up a stone there to remember that triumph. In addition, that land became known as Westmorland after him.
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Westmorland
Picts:
And as you may have read in the above quote, it is believed by Geoffrey that Marius was attacked by Picts that arrived in Albany from Scythia.
And as has already been established in previous articles, Scythia was an area in Eurasia that was led by the aristocratic Royal Scoloti.
It is also hardly surprising that there are Gaels fleeing to Albany, as Scythia is also coming under Roman attack, during this period.
Scythians
.[10][13] Based in what is modern-day Ukraine and southern Russia, the Scythians called themselves Scoloti and were led by a nomadic warrior aristocracy known as the Royal Scythians.
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Scythia
Tuathal Techtmar:
Now, it just so happens, in Irish legends, around this "exact same period", an Irish high king named Tuathal Techtmar was brought up in Albany/Caledonia which was his Mothers original homeland before she moved to Ireland to marry the high king of Ireland, who got overthrown, causing her to return to Albany.
However Tuathal Techtmar ended up returning to Ireland at around the age of 20 years, and fought a war to reclaim the throne of Irish high king.
He would also have been an enemy of Marius one would assume, as Marius appears to be trying to appear as the Roman client king of Albany, and Tuathal Techtmar is also of indigenous Albion kingship.
Legend
Later versions of the story suppress the involvement of the provincial nobility in the revolt, making the "subject peoples" the peasants of Ireland. The Lebor Gabála Érenn[6] adds the detail of Túathal's exile. His mother, Eithne Imgel, daughter of the king of Alba (originally meaning Britain, later Scotland), was pregnant when Fíachu was overthrown, and fled to her homeland where she gave birth to Túathal. Twenty years later Túathal and his mother returned to Ireland, joined up with Fiacha Cassán and Findmall, and marched on Tara to take the kingship.
Dates:
According to Keating, the timing is absolutely perfect.
He was in Albany from 55 AD until 80 AD, and died in 100 AD.
Dates
Geoffrey Keating's Foras Feasa ar Érinn broadly agrees, dating his exile to 55, his return to 80 and his death to 100.
Caithness:
Now the end result of this war with Marius was defeat.
Though Marius was kind enough to allow them to have the area of Caithness, which the Picts refused in favour of going to Ireland.
Though some almost definitely remained.
Marius
In respect for the people he defeated, he gave them a small portion of Albany called Caithness to live in. Marius refused, however, to give them women to marry so the Picts fled to Ireland and took wives there.
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Caithness
Kingdom of Cat:
And the word Caithness, does indeed come from the Picts, that lived in the Kingdom of Cat, after the name of their tribe.
Toponymy
The Caith element of Caithness comes from the name of a Pictish tribe known as the Cat or Catt people, or Catti (see Kingdom of Cat)
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Flag of Caithness
Gaelic dialect:
And whilst all Gaelic languages are connected, there are many variations.
Toponymy
The Gaelic name for Caithness, Gallaibh, means "among the strangers" (the Norse). The Catti are represented in the Gaelic name for eastern Sutherland, Cataibh,[2] and the old Gaelic name for Shetland, Innse Chat.
Pictish language:
And whilst the Pictish language is Gaelic, and connected to the Brythonic language, it is still of different dialect to others.
They could probably still hold somekind of conversation with eachother however.
Picts
Early medieval sources report the existence of a distinct Pictish language, which today is believed to have been an Insular Celtic language, closely related to the Brittonic spoken by the Britons) who lived to the south.
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Aberlemno stone
Irish high king:
Now, obviously Tuathal Techtmar did not just walk in to Ireland and get the vote of the people.
He obviously had an army that followed him to Ireland and fought for his return, and he is attributed to have fought very hard for this.
Legend
Túathal fought 25 battles against Ulster, 25 against Leinster, 25 against Connacht and 35 against Munster. The whole country subdued, he convened a conference at Tara, where he established laws and annexed territory from each of the four provinces to create the central province of Míde (Meath)) around Tara as the High King's territory. He built four fortresses in Meath: Tlachtga, where the druids sacrificed on the eve of Samhain, on land taken from Munster; Uisneach, where the festival of Beltaine was celebrated, on land from Connacht; Tailtiu, where Lughnasadh was celebrated, on land from Ulster; and Tara, on land from Leinster.
Irish Gaelic:
Now, Ireland was most likely already a Gaelic speaking country.
But legends state that during the invasion of Tuathal Techtmar, the current day Irish gaelic language emerged.
In fact, the legends even express a belief that the invasion of Tuathal Techtmar was a complete foreign invasion from start to finish, by foreigners.
Therefore, i think scholar T.F.O'Rahily is mistaken when he says that Irish legends are rehashing earlier return exile stories.
Whilst there were earlier invasions, i think there is plenty evidence to suggest that the invasion being discussed here, is an entirely different invasion to one that may have happened in the 1st or 2nd century BC.
The invasionbeing spoken about, and the language spoken by the invaders, was probably the form of Gaelic spoken by the Scythian based Gaels which first invaded Albany, before moving on to Ireland..
They perhaps did not even speak the same dialect of Gaelic as other Picts in other regions that have evolved in an ever so slight different direction.
Goidels
The scholar T. F. O'Rahilly suggested that, as in many such "returned exile" stories, Túathal represented an entirely foreign invasion which established a dynasty in Ireland, whose dynastic propagandists fabricated an Irish origin for him to give him some spurious legitimacy. In fact, he proposed that Túathal's story, pushed back to the 1st or 2nd century BC, represented the invasion of the Goidels, who established themselves over the earlier populations and introduced the Q-Celtic language that would become Irish,
Puppet:
There is however a quite contemporary theory that Tuathal may have actually been a Roman puppet.
Romans in Ireland
Taking the native dating as broadly accurate, another theory has emerged. The Roman historian Tacitus mentions that Agricola, while governor of Roman Britain (AD 78–84), entertained an exiled Irish prince, thinking to use him as a pretext for a possible conquest of Ireland.[10]
Evidence of Roman occupation:
Archaeologists have in fact found evidence of Roman settlement in the areas most consistant with Tuathals war campaigns in Ireland.
Romans in Ireland
.[10] Neither Agricola nor his successors ever conquered Ireland, but in recent years archaeology has challenged the belief that the Romans never set foot on the island. Roman and Romano-British artefacts have been found primarily in Leinster, notably a fortified site on the promontory of Drumanagh, fifteen miles north of Dublin, and burials on the nearby island of Lambay, both close to where Túathal is supposed to have landed, and other sites associated with Túathal such as Tara and Clogher.
Military support:
Contemporary historians and scholars tend to actually believe that Tuathals campaign was supported by the Romans to have a friendly king that will put a stop to the Irish raids happening on mainland Britain, as well as of course for other future possibilities and obvious reasons.
Romans in Ireland
It is possible that the Romans may have given support to Túathal, or someone like him, to regain his throne in the interests of having a friendly neighbour who could restrain Irish raiding.[5][11] The 2nd-century Roman poet Juvenal, who may have served in Britain under Agricola, wrote that "arms had been taken beyond the shores of Ireland",[12] and the coincidence of dates is striking.
Hibernia:
And it is quite contemporary that Agricola did indeed give support and refuge to an exiled Irish king, in the hope he would be useful for a future conquest of Ireland.
Hibernia
[9] Agricola fortified the coast facing Ireland, and Tacitus recalls that his father-in-law often claimed the island could be conquered with a single legion and auxiliaries). He had given refuge to an exiled Irish king whom he hoped he might use as the excuse for conquest.
Link for photo
Agricola
Summary:
It sounds like the uprising was a lot bigger and more co-ordinated than simply one she-wolf.
It probably included Irish raiders, and even Picts from afar afield as Scythia.
It would all have been part of the war against the Roman empire.
As for the case with the Picts.
It sounds like Agricola gave them refuge from Marius most likely.
May have even used the inhumane way that Marius was treating them as justification for executing him, thus removing yet another client king, at the same time as gaining an allied army to invade and conquer Ireland.
Though, if this was the reason, then it was all fruitless, as no conquest of Ireland would ever be followed through by the Romans.
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2020.09.28 03:02 Platinum247365 Vent: I left the men's bible study at my church because the men constantly complained about their marriages

A few years ago, I had troubles with dating, so I swore to myself that I would become the best Godly man I could possibly be. I decided to go to men's bible study to achieve that end.
As it turns out, that was a huge mistake.
We would have a lecture on overcoming certain obstacles in life, and we'd have talks at our tables. What was the biggest struggle that these men complained about? It was their marriage. It was their wives. "My kids are disrespectful." "My wife always yells at me and argues with me." "I have trouble paying my bills." "My wife is too demanding." "My wife won't let me do anything." "My wife doesn't like my friends or my hobbies."
The lectures and lessons were of no help whatsoever. Sometimes, the subject of the lecture was an example of a loveless, strained marriage or a divorce. These were used as a warning when God isn't in one's marriage. There was one story where a wife said to her husband: "I think you're a pain to deal with, and I want a divorce." And so - what kind of advice was given from the pulpit? "Ask God to come into your marriage." "Step up and be a good man to your wife." "Stop complaining. Love your wife." Many times, marriage was not the focus of the lesson, but the discussions, lectures, etc. would relate to bad marriage as an example.
Now look: As a young unmarried man, they do not realize the effect that this has on someone like me. The lectures and discussions were about dealing with marriage on many occasions. Therefore, I could not relate to many of these lessons at all. Know this: If all that Christian men do is complain about their wives all day, do you think that they're setting a good example for younger men? I don't think so.
My last straw was when we went to a men's retreat with other churches. At one point, there was a huge lecture. We had a well-known guest pastor preach to a huge crowd of men. And what did he talk about? You guessed it - marriage. He pretty much regurgitated the same talking points I mentioned above. "If you're having a tough marriage, be a good man to your wife." "Come get some counseling at the church and we'll help her." You get the idea.
That's when the ideas were seeded in my mind. Why even get married in the first place? Why even bother with these struggles in the first place? God had shown me that as a single man, I was free. I caught up with that guest speaker later in that retreat and told him that based on all the things he said, I don't think I want to get married. He could not answer my concerns and just told me not to throw the baby out with the bathwater.
It just does not help when the church doesn't have much answers for struggling husbands except for shaming tactics. And the rest is history. After that retreat, I left men's bible study, and accepted my singlehood. Still, many people try to convince me to change my mind about marriage, and they have trouble respecting my choices, but at the end of the day, I'm happy. I still struggle with lust on occasion, but honestly, I'd rather struggle with that than deal with the drama of an unhappy marriage.
Thank you all for reading.
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2020.09.27 21:50 Ex-CultMember The "CES Letter" on STEROIDS

...is Mormonism-Shadow or Reality by Jerald & Sandra Tanner. In case any of you are not familiar with the Tanners, they were THE "anti-Mormons" for the second half of the 20th century. Nearly everything we have today regarding the problems with Mormon history and truth claims were already found by these two and compiled into numerous books, including what is often considered their "magnum opus," titled, Mormonism-Shadow or Reality. The book is a huge 600 page (small print) tome, exhaustively covering just about every critical piece of historical information found, challenging the traditional narrative, foundation and truth claims in Mormonism.
For those wanting a deep dive into the stuff not covered in Runnell's CES Letter, I would start here. This book should be in every ex-Mormon's library. Below is the table of contents:
  1. A Marvelous Work? ..............................................1
Miraculous Claims—The Only True Church?—The Best
People?—Updated Material
  1. Change, Censorship and Suppression.................5
Changing Doctrines—Rebaptism—Censorship—Changing
An Article of Faith—Key to Theology—Journal of
Discourses—Lucy Smith’s Book—Book Burning—
Suppressing the Records—Dr. Nibley Refused—Apostles’
Threats—Mormons Protest Suppression—Updated Material
  1. Changes in the Revelations ................................14
Book of Commandments—Not For Reproduction—Other
Changes—Study of Changes—Important Changes—
Unthinkable?—Updated Material
  1. Joseph Smith and Money-Digging.....................32
Joseph Smith’s 1826 Trial—Importance of Discovery—A
Common Practice—Peep Stones—Book of Mormon From
Stone—Embarrassed Over Stone—Relationship to Book
of Mormon—Working with the Rod—Affidavits and
Statements—The Treasure Hunt Revelation—Updated
Material
  1. The Book of Mormon...........................................50
The Witnesses—Character of Witnesses—Apostasy—
Strang and McLellin—Unreliable Witnesses—Martin
Harris—Oliver Cowdery—David Whitmer—Angels and
Gold Plates—Too Much Excitement—Harris’ Shaker
Book— Ancient Or Modern?—Fits Smith’s Environment—
Revivals—Infant Baptism—Church of Christ—Ministers and
Money—Westminster Confession—Masonic Influence—
Bible Influence—The Apocrypha—Old Testament—New
Testament—List Of Parallels—A Real Dilemma—Alpha and
Omega—Origin of Indians— “Wonders of Nature”—“No
Traveller Returns”—Vapor of Darkness—Not Unique—“An
Ignominious Death”—Joseph Smith’s Father’s Dream—
Smith Probably Qualified—Changes in the Book of
Mormon—Lost Book of Lehi—Making Up Names—Bible
Prophecy—Beyond the Book of Mormon—Updated Material
  1. Archaeology and the Book of Mormon .............97
A Pagan People—A Lost Civilization—Mormon Scholars
Face the Truth—Nephite Coins and Chariots—Anthon
Transcript—“Deformed English”—Bat Creek Stone—
Fraudulent Inscriptions—Kinderhook Plates—Falsification
of History— “Childish Forgeries”—Newark Stones—Tree
of Life Stone—Lehi, Sariah and Nephi?—Geography—Hill
Cumorah—Compared With Bible Archaeology—Updated
Material
  1. Changes in Joseph Smith’s History................126
Written By Joseph Smith?—New Discoveries—Film
Supplies New Evidence—Over 60% After Smith’s Death—
Rocky Mountain Prophecy—Selected Changes—
Conclusion—Updated Material
  1. The First Vision.................................................143
Vision Criticized—“Strange” Accounts—An Important
Change—Revision Required—First History—Too Many
Stories—Doctrinal Change—Source of Confusion—An
Evolving Story—No Revival in 1820—Lane and Stockton—
Moving the Revival—A Changing Story—Joseph a
Methodist—Joseph Changed His Mind—Clandestine’s
Errors—Professor Hill’s Speech
  1. The Godhead .....................................................163
From One to Many—The Heavenly Mother—
Serious Changes—Removing the Lecturers—“Inspired”
Corrections—Elohim—Hands Or Wings?—A Changeable
God—The Holy Ghost—No Real Answers—Updated
Material
  1. The Adam-God Doctrine .................................173
Falling Upward— “Our Father And Our God”—Confusion
and Strife—Updated Material
  1. The Priesthood..................................................179
Added Later—Aaronic Priesthood—Melchizedek
Priesthood—High Priests—First Presidency—Age of
Ordination
  1. The Arm of Flesh..............................................183
Thinking a Sin?—No Revelation—Updated Material
  1. False Prophecy..................................................186
The Canadian Revelation—The Lord’s Coming—A Temple
in Zion—The Civil War—The Gathering—Joseph’s Boys—
Other Prophecies—Updated Material
  1. The Hereafter ...................................................196
Universalists—Joseph Changes His Mind—Mormon
Purgatory—Degrees Of Glory—Dissolved and Reorganized
Spirits
  1. The Missionary System....................................200
  2. Plural Marriage................................................202
Reason For Revelation—Breaking the Law—Contradicts
Book of Mormon—Contradicts the Bible—Threatened
with Destruction—Wives Before the Revelation—Leaders
Puzzled—Sorrows of Polygamy—Discord in Joseph’s
Home—Lived With His Wives—Number of Wives—Taking
Other Men’s Wives—Polygamy or Promiscuity?—John C.
Bennett—Sarah Pratt Affair—Martha Brotherton—Nancy
Rigdon—Strange Marriages—Polygamy and Courtship—
Only 2%—One-Wife System Condemned—Adam a
Polygamist—God and Christ Polygamists—Essential to
Salvation—Updated Material
  1. The Manifesto...................................................231
After the Manifesto—“Manifesto A Deception”—Polygamy
in Utah Today—Taylor’s 1886 Revelation—The Dilemma—
Updated Material
  1. Mormonism and Truth ....................................245
The Mormon Battalion—Making God a Liar—Conclusion
  1. Joseph Smith.....................................................252
A Fighting Prophet—General Smith—“The Greatest
Egotist”—Mixing Politics And Revelation—Destruction of
the Expositor—Like a Lamb?
  1. The Virgin Birth...............................................260
Conclusion
  1. The Negro in Mormon Theology ....................262
Black Skin—Pre-Existence—Sons of Cain—Through the
Flood—One Drop Disqualifies—Negroes in the Priesthood
—Negroes Unhappy—Objections To Doctrine—For Cain’s
Sins—Negroes and the Gospel—Nigerian Mission—Rooted
in Prejudice—Slavery in Utah—Civil Rights—The Genesis
Group—Athletes Protest—A Serious Situation—Church
Rejects Violence—Appeasement—Dissatisfaction—A
Burning Issue—A New Revelation?—Joseph Fielding
Smith—An Honest Solution—Conclusion—Updated
Material
  1. Fall of the Book of Abraham...........................294
The Papyri Rediscovered— “Caught Flat-Footed”—History
of Papyri—Deciphering Egyptian—Spalding’s Attack—
“Dr. Webb”—Tragic Neglect—Not Out Of Date—A
Suspicious Discovery—Other Papyri Suppressed—No Gift
to Translate—Nibley Not An Egyptologist—Dr. Nelson?—
Source of Book of Abraham—Book of Breathings—Written
in Hieratic—Finding the Key—Three Witnesses Against
Book—Dr. Nibley Confused—Nibley Reverses His
Position—Abraham’s Signature—A False Translation—
Basis For Anti-Black Doctrine—From a Hole in the
Papyrus—An Unfinished Work—Complete Confusion—Just
a Memory Device?— “Bushels of Nonsense”—Facing the
Truth—The Facsimiles—Facsimile No. 2—Falsification
Proven—Part A—Part B—Part C—Part D—Part E—Part
F—Part G—Part H—Part I—Parts J and K—Joseph Smith
Responsible— “Cannot Be Revealed”—A Pagan Object—
Facsimile No. 1—Unfamiliar Writing?—Not Unique—The
Interpretation—Changes nn Facsimile—Facsimile No. 3—
Dressed Like Women—A Common Scene—Not Abraham’s
Drawings—Book Of Joseph—Joseph’s Egyptian Alphabet—
“Mere Imagination”—Nibley Repudiates Grammar—
Master Of All Languages—Possible Sources—Imitation
Genesis—Other Sources—The Moment of Truth—The
Browns’ Attack—Nibley’s New Book—More on the God
Min—Return to Old Facsimiles
  1. Old Testament Practices..................................370
Wine And Curses—Animal Sacrifice
  1. Mormon Scriptures and the Bible ..................373
Paine’s Influence—Evidence Compared—Dead Sea
Scrolls—Isaiah Text—Evidence For New Testament—
Papyri Finds—“130,000 Different Readings”—“Inspired
Revisions”—Weak Points—Beyond the Text—“Drastically
Changed”—Revising the Revisions—Conclusion—Updated
Material
  1. Blood Atonement..............................................398
Capital Crimes—Was It Actually Practiced?—Updated
Material
  1. The Word of Wisdom.......................................405
Origin Of Revelation—Joseph’s Example—Joseph’s Bar—
Young’s Distillery—Wine and Visions—Hypocrisy
  1. The Mormon Kingdom....................................414
Council of Fifty—Joseph Made King—Joseph For
President—Brigham Young As King—Church and State
One—No Democratic Elections—Moses Thatcher—Attack
on America—Decline of the Kingdom—Conclusion—
Updated Material
  1. The Danites.......................................................428
Attempted Explanations—Origin of the Danites—Joseph
Smith to Blame—Stealing from the Gentiles—Cutting
Throats—“War of Extermination”—Mormon Crimes—
Joseph Surrenders—Trouble in Illinois—Using the Mean
Devils—Bill Hickman—Orrin Porter Rockwell
  1. Temple Work ....................................................451
Baptism for the Dead—Endless Genealogies—Elijah the
Prophet—All in Vain?—Temple Marriage—Connected With
Polygamy—Sealing in Spite of Sin—A Secret Ceremony—
Updated Material
  1. The Temple Ceremony ....................................462
By a Temple Worker
  1. Changes in the Temple Ceremony ..................474
Bloody Oaths—Oath of Vengeance—Other Changes—
Testimony on Ceremony—Sealing Men to Men—Conclusion
  1. The Temple Ceremony and Masonry.............484
Joseph Becomes a Mason—Masonry in Temple Ritual—Only
One Explanation—Embarrassing Questions—Conclusion
  1. The Mountain Meadows Massacre.................493
The Utah War—The Massacre—After the Massacre—Lee’s
Excommunication—Trial and Execution—Responsibility
For Massacre—Church Opposes Study
  1. Mormonism and Money ..................................516
Church Funds For Private Gain—Young Becomes Rich—
Joseph F. Smith’s Testimony—Over $1,000,000 a Day—Tax
Problems—Control of News Media—No Paid Ministry?—
Church or Business—Updated Material
  1. Speculation, Illegal Banking ...........................528
and Counterfeiting
Speculation—The Kirtland Bank—Disaster—Bankruptcy—
Fraudulent Acts—Counterfeiting—Apostles Indicted—
“Bogus Brigham”—The Whittlers—Government
Records—A Rapid Exodus—Bogus Makers Go West
  1. Blood Flows in Utah.........................................545
Killing the Thieves—Parrish Murders—Young Indicted for
Murder—No Protection in Utah
  1. Miscellaneous History and Doctrine ..............560
Birth Control—Compressed Spirits—Vegetable Spirits—A
Year’s Supply of Food—John Whitmer’s History—The
Living Earth—Changing the Blood
  1. Facing Reality...................................................563
If you want a FREE slightly condensed version of this book, the Tanners have kindly provided a PDF version of their other published book The Changing World of Mormonsim right here:
http://www.utlm.org/onlinebooks/changecontents.htm
I really wish Admin would add a link to this book on their front page.
Also, see the Tanners' website which provides a wealth of information. The following link is to their topical index:
http://www.utlm.org/navtopicalindex.htm
Every time I see posters come here asking questions about the history, or seeking new books to read about the history, they should all just start with the above because it's probably in the above two books. Mormonism-Shadow or Reality should be the basic textbook for anyone questioning the church or wanting to learn more about the controversial parts of Mormonism.
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2020.09.27 19:38 SilverKnightLife Did I Fall Victim To The Cinderella Complex?

So I learned about a book called "The Cinderella Complex" by Colette Dowing about women's codependency (not all women) and it really resonated with me.
I've been looking for patterns in my relationships with men, I noticed recently how clingy I am and how much I'm terrified of being abandoned. I feel like I still have that mentality of waiting to be saved by a man, expecting to be taken care of full-time and I've been craving male affection like no other.
Part of my behavior is certainly due to the way I was treated by my parents, I always felt like I had to earn their affection, for example if I didn't get a perfect grade they would get upset and give me the silent treatment for a few days. I don't believe blaming my parents is productive, I hold no resentment towards my parents, but the damage was already done.
I know I am still young to pursue hobbies, build connections with people, and find purpose outside of dating. I actually consider myself ambitious when I'm being held accountable however, as soon as I meet a guy, my world suddenly revolves around them and I just feel like I'm suffocating them.
I'm planning on going to therapy but, it's pricy and I don't trust therapists enough for me to open up about certain things because of the lack of ethics many of them have and living in a Muslim country. I've heard a lot of stories about marriages falling apart because of therapy, how some therapists wanted to be the bearers of the bad news to married men and tell them about their cheating wives.
Is there anything I can do to overcome this? How can I see my self worth and become self reliant? How can I have my needs met in a healthy way and not play a zero-sum game I don't want to turn into miss independent but I don't want to be a leash either.
I hope I'm making sense, and sorry if I made any language mistakes.
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2020.09.27 17:46 MusicDrafts Fantasy Music Drafts - An Explanation...

I figured that I'd share something with this group that my friends and I started in late 2016...
We are all big sports fans, and naturally we like fantasy sports. Our group is also REALLY into music. Real junkies.
I, myself, always used to take my iTunes library and work to pare down "greatest hits" albums for each of my favorite artists. What would an album look like? Single/Double Album? How many songs should be included? What was the order? Catalog sequential or more topical?
One night, two of us were having a beer watching a game and we started arguing about Smashing Pumpkins songs and which ones were the best. And it got us thinking...
As everyone knows, the best part of the fantasy season is the draft. You get the chance to craft your team with the best players available. You feel like a real GM.
That's when I had the stupid idea to "draft" 10 songs each and see who's was better.
We shared the two lists and they voted on which was better, and slowly this morphed into us starting a FANTASY MUSIC DRAFT LEAGUE.
Yes, we are a bunch of junkies and losers.
But...
We also follow through with an idea.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Here's the basic logistics of how this works...
We have 5 guys in the league, and we started a group chat on our iPhones.
For season 1, I created a group of 10 bands to draft (subsequent "seasons" we would have a "band" pre-draft...)
We create a random draft order using a fantasy draft randomizer online, then we have a 10-round snake draft picking songs along the way.
We then have a short drop/add time to round out our 10 songs, then work to reorder those songs to make the 10-song playlist.
We create the playlist on Spotify and then share with the rest of the group. All of the picks and playlists are saved on shared Google Docs file to keep us organized.
Then, we each score the playlists with two criteria: "Draft Performance & Song Quality" and "Playlist Construction & Theme Quality". (By the way, this is the inherent flaw in our league, as music is incredibly subjective. We've refined the scoring system several times, still not sold on our methodology...)
The scores from the individual weeks add up over the course of the season and we declare a winner.
We are now in the middle of season 8. To date, we've done 87 official drafts, and probably another 10 side drafts. As you could imagine, our wives think this is the dumbest thing ever, but we persist...
Here are the bands that we have done thus far...
SEASON 1 Week 1 - Radiohead Week 2 - Incubus Week 3 - Coldplay Week 4 - Pearl Jam Week 5 - Pink Floyd Week 6 - Kings of Leon Week 7 - Red Hot Chili Peppers Week 8 - Led Zeppelin Week 9 - Smashing Pumpkins Week 10 - Beatles - Double Album
SEASON 2 Week 1 - Bob Marley Week 2 - G-Funk Era Week 3 - Dispatch Week 4 - Billy Joel Week 5 - Outkast Week 6 - Michael Jackson Week 7 - U2 Week 8 - Motown's Greatest Week 9 - The Who Week 10 - Dave Matthews Band - Double Album
SEASON 3 Week 1 - Eagles Week 2 - Jack Johnson Week 3 - Rush Week 4 - 2004 Week 5 - Allman Brothers Band Week 6 - Seattle Scene Week 7 - Death Cab For Cutie Week 8 - Eminem Week 9 - Weezer Week 10 - 1982 Week 11 - The Police Week 12 - Hair Metal Week 13 - 2017 Austin City Limits - Double Album
SEASON 4 Week 1 - War On Drugs/Kurt Vile Week 2 - Rolling Stones Week 3 - Black Crowes Week 4 - 1986 Week 5 - Tribe/Q-Tip/Busta Week 6 - Kanye West Week 7 - Beck Week 8 - Everything Jack White Week 9 - Tom Petty Week 10 - 1994 Week 11 - Elton John Week 12 - Rage Medley Week 13 - 2011 Mountain Jam Festival - Double Album
SEASON 5 Week 1 - Boy Bands Week 2 - Ben Harper Week 3 - Green Day Week 4 - 1981 Week 5 - My Morning Jacket Week 6 - Tame Impala/Mac Demarco/MGMT Week 7 - The Roots Week 8 - WuTang Clan Week 9 - Blink-182 Week 10 - 1998 Week 11 - Stevie Wonder Week 12 - Lil Wayne Week 13 - Woodstock Festivals - Double Album
SEASON 6 Week 1 - Beach/Chill Summer Medley Week 2 - John Mayer Week 3 - 311 Week 4 - 1974 Week 5 - Bob Seger Week 6 - Nas Week 7 - Beach House Week 8 - Chon/Ronald Jenkees/Tauk Week 9 - Kendrick Lamar Week 10 - 2005 Week 11 - Genesis Medley Week 12 - Grateful Dead Week 13 - 2004 NOLA Jazz Festival - Double Album
SEASON 7 Week 1 - Phish Week 2 - Death Cab Re-Draft Week 3 - Hieroglyphics/Bay Area Week 4 - Jimmy Buffett Week 5 - 1978 Week 6 - Black Star Week 7 - Toro y Moi Week 8 - Queen Week 9 - Fiona Apple Week 10 - 2000 Week 11 - Brooks and Dunn/Alan Jackson/Travis Tritt/George Strait Week 12 - Steve Miller Band Week 13 - Logic
SEASON 8 - Current Season Week 1 - Chuck Berry/Little Richard Week 2 - Frank Sinatra Week 3 - 1971 Week 4 - Aerosmith Week 5 - Prince Week 6 - Foreigner Week 7 - 1996 Week 8 - Credence Clearwater Revival Week 9 - Miles Davis Week 10 - Foo Fighters Week 11 - 2003 Week 12 - Pavement Week 13 - The Whigs Week 14 - Unknown Mortal Orchestra Week 15 - 1967 Week 16 - Anything Crosby, Stills, Nash, or Young Week 17 - Chromeo Week 18 - Bone Thugs N Harmony Week 19 - 2007 Week 20 - Erykah Badu/Jill Scott Week 21 - Undetermined Festival - Double Album
I'd like to start sharing the results of the already completed drafts somewhere here in the community. Maybe post them week by week, with links to the Spotify lists, and let the group at large vote on the playlists.
Wanted to get feedback from this group to see how to best make that happen.
Thought you'd appreciate the music nerd-dom...
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2020.09.27 17:43 MusicDrafts Fantasy Music Drafts - An Explanation...

I figured that I'd share something with this group that my friends and I started in late 2016...
We are all big sports fans, and naturally we like fantasy sports. Our group is also REALLY into music. Real junkies.
I, myself, always used to take my iTunes library and work to pare down "greatest hits" albums for each of my favorite artists. What would an album look like? Single/Double Album? How many songs should be included? What was the order? Catalog sequential or more topical?
One night, two of us were having a beer watching a game and we started arguing about Smashing Pumpkins songs and which ones were the best. And it got us thinking...
As everyone knows, the best part of the fantasy season is the draft. You get the chance to craft your team with the best players available. You feel like a real GM.
That's when I had the stupid idea to "draft" 10 songs each and see who's was better.
We shared the two lists and they voted on which was better, and slowly this morphed into us starting a FANTASY MUSIC DRAFT LEAGUE.
Yes, we are a bunch of junkies and losers.
But...
We also follow through with an idea.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Here's the basic logistics of how this works...
We have 5 guys in the league, and we started a group chat on our iPhones.
For season 1, I created a group of 10 bands to draft (subsequent "seasons" we would have a "band" pre-draft...)
We create a random draft order using a fantasy draft randomizer online, then we have a 10-round snake draft picking songs along the way.
We then have a short drop/add time to round out our 10 songs, then work to reorder those songs to make the 10-song playlist.
We create the playlist on Spotify and then share with the rest of the group. All of the picks and playlists are saved on shared Google Docs file to keep us organized.
Then, we each score the playlists with two criteria: "Draft Performance & Song Quality" and "Playlist Construction & Theme Quality". (By the way, this is the inherent flaw in our league, as music is incredibly subjective. We've refined the scoring system several times, still not sold on our methodology...)
The scores from the individual weeks add up over the course of the season and we declare a winner.
We are now in the middle of season 8. To date, we've done 87 official drafts, and probably another 10 side drafts. As you could imagine, our wives think this is the dumbest thing ever, but we persist...
Here are the bands that we have done thus far...
SEASON 1 Week 1 - Radiohead Week 2 - Incubus Week 3 - Coldplay Week 4 - Pearl Jam Week 5 - Pink Floyd Week 6 - Kings of Leon Week 7 - Red Hot Chili Peppers Week 8 - Led Zeppelin Week 9 - Smashing Pumpkins Week 10 - Beatles - Double Album
SEASON 2 Week 1 - Bob Marley Week 2 - G-Funk Era Week 3 - Dispatch Week 4 - Billy Joel Week 5 - Outkast Week 6 - Michael Jackson Week 7 - U2 Week 8 - Motown's Greatest Week 9 - The Who Week 10 - Dave Matthews Band - Double Album
SEASON 3 Week 1 - Eagles Week 2 - Jack Johnson Week 3 - Rush Week 4 - 2004 Week 5 - Allman Brothers Band Week 6 - Seattle Scene Week 7 - Death Cab For Cutie Week 8 - Eminem Week 9 - Weezer Week 10 - 1982 Week 11 - The Police Week 12 - Hair Metal Week 13 - 2017 Austin City Limits - Double Album
SEASON 4 Week 1 - War On Drugs/Kurt Vile Week 2 - Rolling Stones Week 3 - Black Crowes Week 4 - 1986 Week 5 - Tribe/Q-Tip/Busta Week 6 - Kanye West Week 7 - Beck Week 8 - Everything Jack White Week 9 - Tom Petty Week 10 - 1994 Week 11 - Elton John Week 12 - Rage Medley Week 13 - 2011 Mountain Jam Festival - Double Album
SEASON 5 Week 1 - Boy Bands Week 2 - Ben Harper Week 3 - Green Day Week 4 - 1981 Week 5 - My Morning Jacket Week 6 - Tame Impala/Mac Demarco/MGMT Week 7 - The Roots Week 8 - WuTang Clan Week 9 - Blink-182 Week 10 - 1998 Week 11 - Stevie Wonder Week 12 - Lil Wayne Week 13 - Woodstock Festivals - Double Album
SEASON 6 Week 1 - Beach/Chill Summer Medley Week 2 - John Mayer Week 3 - 311 Week 4 - 1974 Week 5 - Bob Seger Week 6 - Nas Week 7 - Beach House Week 8 - Chon/Ronald Jenkees/Tauk Week 9 - Kendrick Lamar Week 10 - 2005 Week 11 - Genesis Medley Week 12 - Grateful Dead Week 13 - 2004 NOLA Jazz Festival - Double Album
SEASON 7 Week 1 - Phish Week 2 - Death Cab Re-Draft Week 3 - Hieroglyphics/Bay Area Week 4 - Jimmy Buffett Week 5 - 1978 Week 6 - Black Star Week 7 - Toro y Moi Week 8 - Queen Week 9 - Fiona Apple Week 10 - 2000 Week 11 - Brooks and Dunn/Alan Jackson/Travis Tritt/George Strait Week 12 - Steve Miller Band Week 13 - Logic
SEASON 8 - Current Season Week 1 - Chuck Berry/Little Richard Week 2 - Frank Sinatra Week 3 - 1971 Week 4 - Aerosmith Week 5 - Prince Week 6 - Foreigner Week 7 - 1996 Week 8 - Credence Clearwater Revival Week 9 - Miles Davis Week 10 - Foo Fighters Week 11 - 2003 Week 12 - Pavement Week 13 - The Whigs Week 14 - Unknown Mortal Orchestra Week 15 - 1967 Week 16 - Anything Crosby, Stills, Nash, or Young Week 17 - Chromeo Week 18 - Bone Thugs N Harmony Week 19 - 2007 Week 20 - Erykah Badu/Jill Scott Week 21 - Undetermined Festival - Double Album
I'd like to start sharing the results of the already completed drafts somewhere here in the community. Maybe post them week by week, with links to the Spotify lists, and let the group at large vote on the playlists.
Wanted to get feedback from this group to see how to best make that happen.
Thought you'd appreciate the music nerd-dom...
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2020.09.27 17:23 Platinum247365 Vent: I left the men's bible study at my church because the men constantly complained about their marriages

A few years ago, I had troubles with dating, so I swore to myself that I would become the best Godly man I could possibly be. I decided to go to men's bible study to achieve that end.
As it turns out, that was a huge mistake.
We would have a lecture on overcoming certain obstacles in life, and we'd have talks at our tables. What was the biggest struggle that these men complained about? It was their marriage. It was their wives. "My kids are disrespectful." "My wife always yells at me and argues with me." "I have trouble paying my bills." "My wife is too demanding." "My wife won't let me do anything." "My wife doesn't like my friends or my hobbies."
The lectures and lessons were of no help whatsoever. Sometimes, the subject of the lecture was an example of a loveless, strained marriage or a divorce. These were used as a warning when God isn't in one's marriage. There was one story where a wife said to her husband: "I think you're a pain to deal with, and I want a divorce." And so - what kind of advice was given from the pulpit? "Ask God to come into your marriage." "Step up and be a good man to your wife." "Stop complaining. Love your wife." Many times, marriage was not the focus of the lesson, but the discussions, lectures, etc. would relate to bad marriage as an example.
Now look: As a young unmarried man, they do not realize the effect that this has on someone like me. The lectures and discussions were about dealing with marriage on many occasions. Therefore, I could not relate to many of these lessons at all. Know this: If all that Christian men do is complain about their wives all day, do you think that they're setting a good example for younger men? I don't think so.
My last straw was when we went to a men's retreat with other churches. At one point, there was a huge lecture. We had a well-known guest pastor preach to a huge crowd of men. And what did he talk about? You guessed it - marriage. He pretty much regurgitated the same talking points I mentioned above. "If you're having a tough marriage, be a good man to your wife." "Come get some counseling at the church and we'll help her." You get the idea.
That's when the ideas were seeded in my mind. Why even get married in the first place? Why even bother with these struggles in the first place? God had shown me that as a single man, I was free. I caught up with that guest speaker later in that retreat and told him that based on all the things he said, I don't think I want to get married. He could not answer my concerns and just told me not to throw the baby out with the bathwater.
It just does not help when the church doesn't have much answers for struggling husbands except for shaming tactics. And the rest is history. After that retreat, I left men's bible study, and accepted my singlehood. Still, many people try to convince me to change my mind about marriage, and they have trouble respecting my choices, but at the end of the day, I'm happy. I still struggle with lust on occasion, but honestly, I'd rather struggle with that than deal with the drama of an unhappy marriage.
Thank you all for reading.
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2020.09.27 17:17 Platinum247365 Vent: I left the men's bible study at my church because the men constantly complained about their marriages

A few years ago, I had troubles with dating, so I swore to myself that I would become the best Godly man I could possibly be. I decided to go to men's bible study to achieve that end.
As it turns out, that was a huge mistake.
We would have a lecture on overcoming certain obstacles in life, and we'd have talks at our tables. What was the biggest struggle that these men complained about? It was their marriage. It was their wives. "My kids are disrespectful." "My wife always yells at me and argues with me." "I have trouble paying my bills." "My wife is too demanding." "My wife won't let me do anything." "My wife doesn't like my friends or my hobbies."
The lectures and lessons were of no help whatsoever. Sometimes, the subject of the lecture was an example of a loveless, strained marriage or a divorce. These were used as a warning when God isn't in one's marriage. There was one story where a wife said to her husband: "I think you're a pain to deal with, and I want a divorce." And so - what kind of advice was given from the pulpit? "Ask God to come into your marriage." "Step up and be a good man to your wife." "Stop complaining. Love your wife." Many times, marriage was not the focus of the lesson, but the discussions, lectures, etc. would relate to bad marriage as an example.
Now look: As a young unmarried man, they do not realize the effect that this has on someone like me. The lectures and discussions were about dealing with marriage on many occasions. Therefore, I could not relate to many of these lessons at all. Know this: If all that Christian men do is complain about their wives all day, do you think that they're setting a good example for younger men? I don't think so.
My last straw was when we went to a men's retreat with other churches. At one point, there was a huge lecture. We had a well-known guest pastor preach to a huge crowd of men. And what did he talk about? You guessed it - marriage. He pretty much regurgitated the same talking points I mentioned above. "If you're having a tough marriage, be a good man to your wife." "Come get some counseling at the church and we'll help her." You get the idea.
That's when the ideas were seeded in my mind. Why even get married in the first place? Why even bother with these struggles in the first place? God had shown me that as a single man, I was free. I caught up with that guest speaker later in that retreat and told him that based on all the things he said, I don't think I want to get married. He could not answer my concerns and just told me not to throw the baby out with the bathwater.
It just does not help when the church doesn't have much answers for struggling husbands except for shaming tactics. And the rest is history. After that retreat, I left men's bible study, and accepted my singlehood. Still, many people try to convince me to change my mind about marriage, and they have trouble respecting my choices, but at the end of the day, I'm happy. I still struggle with lust on occasion, but honestly, I'd rather struggle with that than deal with the drama of an unhappy marriage.
Thank you all for reading.
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2020.09.27 17:13 Platinum247365 Vent: I left the men's bible study at my church because the men constantly complained about their marriages

A few years ago, I had troubles with dating, so I swore to myself that I would become the best Godly man I could possibly be. I decided to go to men's bible study to achieve that end.
As it turns out, that was a huge mistake.
We would have a lecture on overcoming certain obstacles in life, and we'd have talks at our tables. What was the biggest struggle that these men complained about? It was their marriage. It was their wives. "My kids are disrespectful." "My wife always yells at me and argues with me." "I have trouble paying my bills." "My wife is too demanding." "My wife won't let me do anything." "My wife doesn't like my friends or my hobbies."
The lectures and lessons were of no help whatsoever. Sometimes, the subject of the lecture was an example of a loveless, strained marriage or a divorce. These were used as a warning when God isn't in one's marriage. There was one story where a wife said to her husband: "I think you're a pain to deal with, and I want a divorce." And so - what kind of advice was given from the pulpit? "Ask God to come into your marriage." "Step up and be a good man to your wife." "Stop complaining. Love your wife." Many times, marriage was not the focus of the lesson, but the discussions, lectures, etc. would relate to bad marriage as an example.
Now look: As a young unmarried man, they do not realize the effect that this has on someone like me. The lectures and discussions were about dealing with marriage on many occasions. Therefore, I could not relate to many of these lessons at all. Know this: If all that Christian men do is complain about their wives all day, do you think that they're setting a good example for younger men? I don't think so.
My last straw was when we went to a men's retreat with other churches. At one point, there was a huge lecture. We had a well-known guest pastor preach to a huge crowd of men. And what did he talk about? You guessed it - marriage. He pretty much regurgitated the same talking points I mentioned above. "If you're having a tough marriage, be a good man to your wife." "Come get some counseling at the church and we'll help her." You get the idea.
That's when the ideas were seeded in my mind. Why even get married in the first place? Why even bother with these struggles in the first place? God had shown me that as a single man, I was free. I caught up with that guest speaker later in that retreat and told him that based on all the things he said, I don't think I want to get married. He could not answer my concerns and just told me not to throw the baby out with the bathwater.
It just does not help when the church doesn't have much answers for struggling husbands except for shaming tactics. And the rest is history. After that retreat, I left men's bible study, and accepted my singlehood. Still, many people try to convince me to change my mind about marriage, and they have trouble respecting my choices, but at the end of the day, I'm happy. I still struggle with lust on occasion, but honestly, I'd rather struggle with that than deal with the drama of an unhappy marriage.
Thank you all for reading.
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2020.09.27 16:53 ChidiOk Hi all, I have found what I believe to be my future wife but something is pulling her away. Please read message below and provide any advice if possible. Thank you all

I prayed about it and have had many revelations that she is the one. However we were dating and everything was going great and then she suddenly ended things. She is now telling me that she wants to be with me and loves me so much, but said there is something that is almost holding her hostage where she is restrained from moving forward with us and she is having all these racing thoughts and feelings that we are not right for each other
My question is: How am I suppose to proceed with this? I am praying to God for clarity and support and to deliver her if she’s under demonic influence. Sometimes we reconnect to an extent but then she is so adamant about not getting back together but then she makes these statements about something holding her back but she feels like I am a part of her and she is missing a part of herself. So she feels it’s right in so many ways but can’t seem to let it move forward.
Has anybody else encountered this in their relationship? Are we as future husbands supposed to chase down our future wives? I just don’t know what to do and it’s really draining me emotionally with all these ups and down. Any advice would be appreciated.
Thank you,
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