#Farce of the Penguins

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Iceberg Siren pt 3

**a little Sunday morning treat for you all! Hope you enjoy!**

Jason stood in the corner of the ballroom, holding a delicate flute of champagne and scowling at any socialite who tried to approach him. Damian was standing next to him, suit impeccable, scowling even harder than Jason.

Bruce had dragged the whole family here, as it was a charity gala for orphans that the Wayne Foundation had set up. Damian had spent the evening before arriving arguing that he ‘wasn’t an orphan’ and ‘shouldn’t be forced into this farce of an evening’. Jason was just bitter that he’d been pulled away from an evening of patrol.

With a sigh, he patted Damian on the shoulder and then made his way out into the throng, smiling politely at the old money that poisoned the city as he made his way towards Bruce, who was holding court on the other side of the ballroom.

Also approaching the philanthropist was the Penguin, with a sparkling date on his arm. Said date patted Cobblepot on his arm before separating from him, turning in Jason’s direction with a smile.

“Mind lending me a dance? Boss has business he wants to talk about, and I’m bored.”

Jason blinked, holding out his empty hand almost on autopilot as the young man in the glittering silver and green dress came towards him. A waiter appeared at his elbow to take his champagne flute, and Danny Nightingale, Iceberg’s Siren, smiled at him.

“Of course! You look- stunning.”

It was true- Danny’s dress, with thin straps and a deep cowl neck, clung to his figure attractively, fanning out into a mermaid skirt at his knees. It was a satiny silver, with tiny green crystals sewn in that caught the light and reflected back thousands of sparkling pinpricks. He wore a dripping necklace of greenish white crystals, and a his black hair was swept back to reveal matching earrings.

Jason found himself staring into Danny’s eyes a mite too long to be appropriate when Danny smirked at him.

“Thanks, Red. Shall we?”

With his mind racing, trying to remember half-finished dancing lessons from Alfred, Jason escorted Danny to the dance floor and took position with his other hand on Danny’s waist. The crystals shifting underneath his hand felt oddly cold, almost like ice, but Jason put it down to his own nerves acting up.

They waltzed for a few moments in silence, Jason focusing on not stepping on his partner’s dress, before Danny spoke up.

“I’m not fond of these things. Rich people showing off that they have money.”

“Me neither.’ Jason muttered in response, accidentally catching Tim’s wide stare from across the room. ‘Just out of curiosity, how did you know it was me?”

Danny laughed, a bright, tinkling noise that made Jason’s cheeks warm.

“You stand out in a crowd.”

“You’ve only seen me in a mask or helmet before.” Jason frowned a little, noticing Dick and Cass also watching from their respective clusters of sycophants.

It was another few moments of silence before Danny answered.

“You’ve died. That leaves pretty distinctive marks to those of us who know where to look.”

The song ended before Jason could think of an answer, and Danny swept away without another word, returning to Penguin’s side with a genuine-looking smile.

“Todd.”

Damian appeared at his side, staring very hard in the direction Danny had left in.

“What, brat.”

“Who was that and why were they cozying up to you?”

“A friend.”

“Looked like more than that, Little Wing.” Dick appeared from behind, a grin on his face that promised mischief. “Timmy’s already looking him up.”

He felt Batman’s eyes on him, and turned to see Bruce’s piercing stare over the heads of the crowd, and Cass up on tiptoe, whispering into his ear.

Jason slid into his safe house through the window, wincing as his suit caught in the wound on his side. Angrily, he unlatched his helmet and threw it across the room. Sloppy. He’d been sloppy, and he’d gotten hurt because of it. If he’d only listened to B- no. No, if only he’d been more careful in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.

Jason groaned, already planning the best way to get back at his ridiculous family.

~~~

Danny was being followed, and he knew it. The person following him didn’t seem hostile, but he was never sure in Gotham.

Honestly the city wasn’t that different from Amity Park, what with how vigilant he had to be on a regular basis.

With a sigh, he turned a corner and let invisibility wash over him, moving to the side so his follower would appear.

Soon enough, they did. It was a teenager with a hood pulled up over his head. When he looked around and couldn’t see Danny, he clicked his tongue and then held a hand up to his ear.

“Oracle, I lost the target near the divide between Robbinsville and The Bowery- do you have any cameras?”

By the way the young man reacted, whoever he was talking to had replied in a negative- Danny had chosen this alley because the only camera aimed toward it was broken.

“Curses. We will never find Todd’s paramour if this continues this way.”

It was all Danny could do to keep from laughing. This was about the gala a few weeks ago, where he had dragged one Jason Todd into a dance, dropped the ‘you died’ bomb, and then left the poor man hanging.

Was it unkind of him? Probably.

Did he really want to talk about such things while wearing a tight dress and heels? No.

The teen left the alley, and Danny popped back into visibility. It looked like it was time to find the half-formed halfa.

~~~

Gotham’s underworld had become bolder and bolder the longer the Joker was silent. He knew they weren’t aware the clown was dead, but their willingness to cause trouble in territories that weren’t theirs was starting to grate on his nerves.

He peeled off his domino mask, dropping it on the table carelessly, before shrugging out of his leather jacket. He flung that across the couch, and then made his way into the bedroom to change out of his other gear.

He’d finally gotten his kevlar off and started patching himself up in the bathroom when there was a knock at the door, and something told him he needed to answer it. He did so, shirtless because he didn’t particularly care if Dick saw his scars, and with a frown because he was in pain.

It wasn’t Dick.

Danny Nightingale stood there, shuffling nervously, one hand carding through his riot of black hair.

“Hi. I think we need to talk.”

~~~

Danielle “Dani” Phantom was bored. Frostbite had pronounced her sufficiently stabilized, and she hadn’t yet sussed out where her original had ended up.

He was a petty dingus for leaving her behind to have fun on his own. Well. Not really. He’d banned all ghosts from their home dimension for their safety, and then he told Dani to ‘rest and recuperate’ like she was some sort of invalid.

Melting was only a disability if she let it be one.

“Princess Danielle.”

She turned to see Clockwork floating behind her, swapping through ages like some demented PowerPoint.

“I have a place for you to go.”

“Is it where Danny is?”

Clockwork tilted his head to the side.

“It is a place you will find joy.”

Dani put her hands on her hips and glared at the unhelpful jerk.

“Don’t want joy, I want-”

Clockwork lifted a hand, and Dani felt herself falling through a portal.

She landed on her back on the concrete of a tall building, the bright sun almost blinding her after having spent so much time in the realms.

“-my brother.”

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DOCTOR WHO TOP 10 - 6th Doctor

Baker 2: Stronger, Harder, Bakerer

10. The Shape Shifter

While maybe not the greatest story ever, it introduces Frobisher, the best Doctor Who companion ever. There, I rest my case. Frobisher gang rise up!

9. The Hoxteth Time Capsule

Mysterious, feel-good, and free on the Big Finish website. Also featuring some really cool aliens.

8. Interstitial Insecurity

Colin Baker writes a prequel to Terror of the Vervoids. It's excellent.

7. The Ghost in the Machine

Sixie has just a cameo in this one, but I still had to mention it. It's this beautiful ballad about what it mean to be a Cyberman and I adore it. Dave Rudden is just the best, go read Twelve Angels Weeping.

6. Blood on Santa's Claw and Other Stories

Yes, yes, another Big Finish Main Range anthology release with four stories that I crammed into a single spot on my top 10... But all the stories in this one are really great. Trust me, give this one a listen and go in as blind as possible. It's worth it.

5. The Maltese Penguin

"My friends call me Frobisher. My enemies call me Mr. Frobisher. And the junk mail department of the Galactic Readers' Digest call me Mrs. F R Rubbisher — but that's neither here nor there."

Man, I just really want Big Finish to do another Frobisher story.

4. Davros

The Doctor and Davros as co-workers. Truly the greatest workplace sitcom of our time.

3. Vengeance on Varos

Oh, yeah, the sixth Doctor also had some TV stories! Most of them aren't great, but fortunately, there is the expanded universe!

Also, one of them actually is great! Vengeance on Varos - a dark, twisted, angry, political, and bizarre bit of 80s Who. It's the only television story with Sixie that I think absolutely slaps. Which is a shame. They should have done more stuff like this, it's excellent.

2. Voyager + Poly the Glot + Once Upon a Time Lord

Cheating again, big time with this one. But they are a trilogy of stories connected by the same antagonist, a rogue Time Lord named Astrolabus. And I love these comics to bits, so there you go. You shoul read the Voyager trilogy if you haven't done so yet. These three stories are just so creative, filled with so much creativity and great imagery.

1. The Holy Terror

Were you expecting anything else? It's funny, but also haunting. It's deeply rich and textured, but also a farce. It's an exploration of religion and how it blinds people. It also features a shape-shifting penguin detective. This one has it all. Rob Shearman tries his first Doctor Who radio play and just fucking nails it.

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[S]eemingly absurd disparities between cause and effect […] have become the hallmark of modern history. The wild confusion of modern historical terminology is only a by-product of these disparities. By comparisons with ancient Empires, by mistaking expansion for conquest, by neglecting the difference between Commonwealth and Empire […], historians tried to dismiss the disturbing fact that so many of the important events in modern history look as though molehills had labored and brought forth mountains. […] The disparity between cause and effect was betrayed in the famous, and unfortunately true, remark that the British Empire was acquired in a fit of absent-mindedness; it became cruelly obvious in our own time when a World War was needed to get rid of Hitler, which was shameful precisely because it was also comic. Something similar was already apparent during the Dreyfus Affair when the best elements in the nation were needed to conclude a struggle which had started as a grotesque conspiracy and ended as a farce.

Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism (Penguin, 1951/2017), pp. 170–1.

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[Free Wolf, She-Wolf] Chapter 9

Chapters post

Chapter 8: The running of the bull

[Chapter 9] Step into my parlour...

The Emperor quirked an eyebrow at the sight of Bison. "You look beat. Trouble on the road?" As though he hadn't been listening to Exusiai's and Croissant's group call.

The young man set his shield down by the side of the couch opposite to the Emperor's seat, then sat down heavily on that couch with a sigh. "More than my usual in Lungmen, but less than your usual." He gladly took the small towel and water bottle offered by Yith. "Thank you."

Yith stepped out of the room as Bison wiped down his face and started rehydrating. Bison took a look around the room as he capped the bottle. "Mister Yith said Texas and Sora would be here?"

"Oh?" the Emperor teased. "Were you always so eager to see my girls? If they're gonna steal your breath away, maybe wait and catch it first."

Bison laughed a little. "Mister Emperor, if you're going to pull my leg, please wait until either of them stop shaking."

"Oh! Oh-ho!" The Emperor slapped his knee. "The boy bites back! You're growing up, punk. Pretty soon, you'll need to be beating the ladies off with a stick."

Bison tried to shrink into his jacket. "Or outrun them on a bicycle."

The Emperor leaned back. "Is that what happened on your way here? Do tell."

Bison relaxed just enough to fake a casual shrug. "Nothing much to talk about. Someone didn't want me to be here, so they shot out my car's tires, then left. But someone must have been keeping watch, and when they saw I was still on my way here, they sent the cars back around."

"And this had something to do with girls?"

Bison shrank back in on himself and avoided eye contact. "My Butler thinks they were working for that one family."

The Emperor snorted derisively. "The one that tried sellin' your old man on an arranged marriage at your last birthday party? As though you hadn't already declared your independence with MCT?"

"The ones you walked into and spilled wine on, yes. Thanks for the interruption."

"My pleasure. They had no class. Also, clearly no brains, but we knew that before today's absolutely shit amateur hour."

Bison winced. "That's an insult to amateurs, sir. Amateurs are hobbyists doing what they love. This was just a bunch of fools stumbling around in a panic."

The Emperor nodded, "True, true. I cain't be disrespectin' love of the craft." 

Internally, the beast-lord patted himself on the back and laughed at twice making a fool out of one potential rival in this new little game, without any real effort. Externally, he lazily waved a flipper. "Anyway, slow down. 'Take off your jacket and stay a while', as they say in Columbia."

Bison gladly complied, pulling his jacket off and half-tossing it over his shoulder to drape over the back of the couch.

Without that additional bit of bulk, and with sweat binding his shirt so closely to his skin, Bison looked that much thinner. Not for much longer, the Emperor knew, and the boy's arms and chest already had definition.

That family had at least done the Emperor two favors today. First of all, the sweat Bison had worked up would come in handy a little later. Second of all, their little clown show gave him a plausible motive to dig for information.

If the Emperor had to admit to his plan's greatest weakness, it would be a lack of intelligence.

Ideally, Penguin Logistics would have already conducted some kind of investigation into Bison's thoughts on marriage, his tastes in women, his opinions about Texas and Sora specifically, or if he actually already had someone else in mind. Sadly, all of his girls had wasted the two last two years' worth of opportunities to do any of that subtly.

Quickly probing now would require more overt moves. Any more thoughtful rivals who had yet to make a move would go from suspecting Penguin Logistic as a threat to knowing them as a threat. And they would employ more insidious, effective tactics than the farce today.

As a rule, the Emperor didn't 'throw his hat into the ring' to forewarn of his intention to fight. He stepped wholly into the ring, and left the competition scrambling to react. Win the match before it started.

But that didn't mean he never scoped out the opponent before stepping over the point of No Return. Especially when his girls were involved.

Thus, the Emperor affected a pose of contemplation, putting the tips of his flippers together and tapping them on the tip of his beak. "Actually, you mind if I ask a personal question?"

Bison gave him an unsure look. "What is it, sir?"

"Why'd you run away from that particular 'offer'?" He took advantage of Bison’s surprise to put him further off-balance. "Was it the family, the daughter, or you got your eye on someone else already?"

"No!" Bison exclaimed. "I mean, I'm definitely not keen on the family, and I didn't care for their daughter at the party, but I'm not seeing anyone else."

The boy had more to learn about maintaining his composure and keeping his cards closer to his chest, even with a trusted partner hitting him from an unexpected angle. But for now, the Emperor shamelessly took advantage of his inexperience. "You plan on being too busy with MountainComm Trade to consider your options, or is it just that no one has caught your interest?"

Bison mumbled a bit and fiddled with the cap of his water bottle.

The Emperor quirked an eyebrow. "Wait. Don't tell me. You think you still need to prove yourself worthy?"

Bison popped the cap off and chugged the rest of his water.

That was all the Emperor needed to know. He reclined back in his seat. "Speaking of girls, Yith was right. Texas and Sora will be joinin' us for this talk. Actually, the opportunity I wanted to talk to you about is their own personal venture."

Bison paused in his drinking, but the Emperor gestured for him to keep going.

"I'll let Texas fill you in on the details later, but suffice to say that she's wanted to get started on this venture for so long that she'd forgotten about it. Some obligations in Siracusa stood in her way, but she's free of those now. Then you were the first option she floated to Sora for a partner, and Sora agreed you were the best choice."

Bison set his empty bottle on the coffee table, looking flattered, but confused. "A joint venture with Sora? Has Texas wanted to be an idol all this time?"

The Emperor broke into a laughing fit, slapping the coffee table. The noise he made completely drowned out the sound of Sora's own, slightly-more-restrained laughter, which was already muffled by the door from which she and Texas eavesdropped.

Bison blushed, embarrassed. Of course Texas wouldn't need his help to become an idol. If that was her goal, she would simply go straight to Monster Siren Records.

Still laughing, the Emperor assured him, "Well! From a certain point of view, you're actually not as far off-base as you might think! But she's looking at a much, much smaller clientele than that."

"How small?"

"One," the Emperor said lightly. Matter-of-factly. No big deal.

"One what?" One city, one venue, one performance?

"One husband."

"Husband? Why does she want to perform for somebody's husband?"

"Because he would be her husband."

"She's married?!"

"Nope; she's tryin' to get married."

"To who?!"

The Emperor's beak somehow approximated a shit-eating grin. "You."

"M-... wha... ", Bison stuttered. He blankly faced the Emperor's satisfied smile.

The Emperor casually scratched an itch on his chest. "Yeah, Texas and Sora both decided that they want to marry you." You know; no big deal.

Silent stillness. The Emperor checked a watch he wasn't wearing.

Bison blinked, frowned a little. Gave a small, strained smile. Then he began to relax, and chuckle a little.

The Emperor also chuckled a little. Together, they worked their way up to full, knee-slapping laughter.

"You got me again, sir!" His Butler had been right; just another one of the Emperor's pranks. But as Bison hoped, the silliness did help him feel more relaxed.

"I know, right? The look on your face!"

Bison grasped and waggled both of his knees. "At least you did wait for my legs to stop shaking this time!"

"I sure did!"

"You really had me going, too! You got me so confused, for a moment I actually believed you." Not enough true belief for the sting of disappointment to outweigh the humor of the situation. Especially given the relief that he couldn't fail to meet expectations no one actually had of him.

"Oh, but that's not the funniest part of the joke!"

Smiling, clueless, Bison asked, "What's that?"

"That I ain't actually joking! Come on in, ladies!"

====

Chapter 10: Spellbound...

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Napoleon and the positivity of negativity

So a few months ago, I wrote on how the Napoleon trailers sucked - cause they looked as if they made Napoleon into some generic comic book "epic" villian, like the blue guy from those Avengers movies people cried about to only forget about totally by now.

But then it turned out I was wrong - and people said it was worse - instead of a power fantasy it instead was a farce, basically making Napoleon into the biggest loser that doesnt weigh 300 pounds or more. I heard things like it was Anglo propoganda, that it Napoleon into a cerain word which I am tired of hearing on the net on yt videos with those poorly drawn white faces with various emotions of rage and mouth-openess, that it didn't even show any battles and claimed Napoleon was too dumb to win not by sheer luck, etc.

Oh also "historical inacuracy" - but I never cared bout that, cause I'm too smart- nah actually cause I'm too scatterbrained to remember enough details to be pedantic anyways.

So the question is - knowing all that I must not have watched the movie? Well I didn't, till a buddy wanted to go see it, rejecting my alternative suggestion of the Bob Marley biopic (someday…) And I thought "why not, lets see how shitty it is" And it started, me watching relaxed, with the lowest expectations, glib and cynical as if I was a 45 year old youtuber who can only make fun of other movies while giving up any artistic ambitions cause my intentionally bad movie was a bit too intentionally bad:

But then it started happening: Napoleon scared but determined, jumps on his horse, starts to ride on it only for the horse to get fucking shot with a canonball, Napoleon on the ground, literally shell shocked, his buddys saying "you alright", only for him after a moment of collecting himself, to run back into the battle, the frontlines and execute his cool anime plan.

Then I got what they (maybe) were getting at - the anime loser who becomes brave Napoleon, the Taxi Driver Napoleon, the internet shut-in Shizo Napoleon. Or the fight club Napoleon - cause Josephine at first was basically Marla or whatever her name was, just with less penguin's surfing around (well guess the dogs made up for that, French royals be crazy) But it wasn't then just some weird emasculation fantasy as you often see in the youtube comments on videos of cartoons that are made for kids - it kinda seemed at first, but then it genuinely became a kind of love story, one of two actually "baaaaaaad" people, who's ambitions turned into something real, even if twisted, and pathetic. The whole divorce scene with them crying - ofcourse one could read as "haha see how they are mocking Napoleon!" but what one felt was the genuine emotons and saddnes in them both.

And I could go on, but I ain't some 1million sub youtuber, so I cant just do summarys with vapid commentary - as Napoleon, I have to write something delusional and unhinged instead: So the thing is, if I went in, with no expectations, I probably would have missed all that - I would have been like all the whiners (no shade, I whine enough myself about everything, but its the best way of putting it):

"Oh Napoleon gets emasculated and controled by his wife who fucks the first guy she meets! Oh they are making him look scared and weird all the time cause they wanna make fun of him and people that think he was an interesting figure! Oh they have fake death counts to demonize him more than all the other royals who enslaved and killed people too!"

And I would have missed a movie that was pretty good. Not like a masterpiece, but compare it to that King Arthur movie by ol' Ridley from 2010 or whatever, this one atleast had some substance, had some artistic vision of reframing Napoleon as Raskalnikov while at the same time reconstructing him AS truly being bigger than life - cause you see how he struggles trough his weirdo excentrys, his various, as they call on here these day "neuro-divergencies" - but that he pushes thorugh them and makes himself magnetic - even if that magnetism pulls all them down into the same abyss…

So yeah tl;dr - Actually shitting on something is good cause either it is shit and then its justified, or maybe it makes it better once you got your expectations lowerd and preamptively delt with things which would have been devestating in the moment.

Also, I'm ofcourse being a bit tongue in cheeck, but if you still are angry or asking why I'm writting this instead on working on things I promised:

Yeah…Sorry

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I agree she deserved the awards, over 7 years whoring for Netflix and gollum, it's well deserved, indeed.

Why bring duchov into that? Because you have no other arguments? Lots of people also found her acting as Thatcher was average and or bad and not believable.

"He's the love of my liiiife!! Huh..." Yes it was TERRIBLE acting, same as when I see Macron, overdone, fake, clownesque. It's on a video interview people, decide for yourselves. That said most her appearances were groomed, she had things to say prepared in advance, it was acting and it showed, all fake all lies all using people.

The more there are messages posted on penguin the lying trash blog that defends rich people robbing writers, the more the convolutions from that blog started coincidentally lol on September 2016 show.

The ceremony was an exercise. The cameras were set in advance, and the acting was bad, his particularly (but I saw that when he lied about penny laurae's story he robbed he's a bad actor and a bad liar), but hers too, she already knew. It's a farce taking people for idiots. At least people aren't lying scamming exploiting abusive whores that secure their awards that way. Like with lededev. Not everybody mmm, but she does, considering her extremely low level of honesty it's not even surprising, and she's sooo entitled, she thought she deserved awards for other things before that, that's why she did it, entitlement. But earn it by dealing and by stealing... It stinks. History repeats itself.

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Žižek vs. Herzog, FIGHT!!!!

LOWTAX: (slurring) Alright, alright, let's get this Monty Python circus show started. We've got Slavoj "The Sniffler" Žižek and Werner "The Auteur" Herzog. Let's dive into this intellectual mosh pit. Gentlemen, you may begin.

SLAVOJ ŽIŽEK: (sniffling and wiping his nose) You see, the problem with capitalism is that it's like a grotesque Monty Python skit. We are all just lumberjacks, singing and dancing while the system exploits us. Our suffering is nothing but a farce!

WERNER HERZOG: (in a deep, solemn voice) But Slavoj, life itself is a farce. We are all just penguins marching toward our own demise, as I have seen firsthand in the wilds of Antarctica. Capitalism is not the cause of our suffering; it is merely a symptom of our existential predicament.

LOWTAX: (laughs) Oh, you two are killing me! But seriously, why don't we talk about something that really matters, like who would win in a fight between a walrus and a narwhal?

SLAVOJ ŽIŽEK: (sniffling) Well, you see, this question is a perfect example of the absurdity inherent in our society. Instead of discussing pressing issues, we focus on nonsensical distractions.

WERNER HERZOG: (nodding) I agree with Slavoj. The true battle lies within our own souls, not in the animal kingdom. We must confront the dark abyss of our own nature before we can hope to create a better world.

LOWTAX: (hiccuping) You guys are real party poopers, you know that? Fine, let's talk about something else. What about the cultural significance of rubber chickens?

SLAVOJ ŽIŽEK: (sniffling) Ah, the rubber chicken, a symbol of the meaningless humor that permeates our society. We must look beyond these distractions and confront the oppressive systems that control our lives!

WERNER HERZOG: (slowly) Rubber chickens represent the absurdity of existence. They are a reminder that even in our darkest moments, we must find humor and resilience.

LOWTAX: (laughs) Alright, I think that's enough philosophy for one day. Thanks for joining me in this ridiculous conversation, you two. Now let's all go watch some Monty Python and forget about our problems for a while!

As the debate dissolves into chaos, Lowtax continues to drink and interject with increasingly nonsensical questions, while Slavoj Žižek and Werner Herzog try to maintain some semblance of intellectual discourse. In the end, it's clear that no one will walk away from this conversation with any newfound wisdom or insight.

P.S. Hey there, Lowtax here again! I've just finished arranging an actual cage fight between Žižek and Herzog – no joke! Grab your popcorn and get ready for some intellectual fisticuffs. Trust me, you won't want to miss this bizarre battle royale! Cheers!

LOWTAX: (commentating) Alright, ladies and gents, we've got a real treat for you today! I've managed to capture the families of Slavoj Žižek and Werner Herzog, and I'm holding them hostage to force these two intellectual titans into a cage fight for our entertainment!

HERZOG: (calmly) Lowtax, you must understand that my films have exposed me to the harsh realities of life. My family is of no consequence to me in the grand scheme of things.

ŽIŽEK: (sniffles) And I, too, must say, my family's plight is merely a symptom of the capitalist framework that oppresses us all. I cannot be blackmailed in such a crude manner.

LOWTAX: (frustrated) Come on, guys! Are you seriously telling me that neither of you care enough about your families to fight for them?

HERZOG: The world is a chaotic place, Lowtax. We must accept its inherent cruelty.

ŽIŽEK: Indeed, one must embrace the absurdity of existence.

LOWTAX: (irate) Fine, have it your way! (tases Slavoj)

ŽIŽEK: (shaking, but resolute) Your crude attempts at coercion will not succeed, Lowtax. Our refusal to fight is a testament to our convictions.

HERZOG: (nodding) We stand united, not in violence, but in our shared understanding of the human condition.

LOWTAX: (grumbling) You're all a bunch of buzzkills. I guess I'll have to release your families then. But next time, I'm going for a less philosophical matchup.

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The administration of justice in the country has, in like method, all the time been clear and neutral, and with out distinction of superior or inferior rank; whether or not the parties have been rich or poor, or even this a foreigner and that a local. And it had been greatly to be wished we could at this day boast of such neutral quickness and despatch in all our legal processes, contemplating how great an influence it hath on trade. “The abundance of fish within the neighbouring seas put them in a situation not only to provide their very own occasions, however, with the overplus, to carry on a trade with foreigners; and out of the produce of the fishery to search jupiter estate management out an equivalent for what they so wished, through the sterility and narrow boundaries and extent of their very own country. The Portuguese, whose martial ardour had abated throughout a long period of peace, detested by the natives for their unhealthy religion, rapacity, and intolerance, and little anxious about preserving the dominion of India for the Spaniards, whose subjects they'd become, opposed no effectual resistance to the encroachments of the Dutch. The English also having appeared about the same time in the eastern seas, the Portuguese empire, attacked by both, was subverted in even less time than it had been raised.

He provides, that it was no unusual thing for 500 ships of all sizes to go and are available a single day; that 10,000 carts had been employed in conveying merchandise to and from the neighbouring international locations, besides tons of of waggons daily coming and going with passengers; and 500 coaches utilized by folks of distinction. In his enumeration of the completely different trades, Guicciardini reckons ninety two fishmongers, seventy eight butchers, and 124 goldsmiths, who at the moment acted as bankers, or somewhat exchangers of money. The houses were computed to amount to 13,500, and the inhabitants to about a hundred,000. Few only of the ships frequenting the port of Antwerp belonged to its citizens, its oversea trade being principally carried on by the ships of international nations. With gold continued to increase for the larger a part of final century, it afterwards became considerably larger; and this circumstance rendered it, as already acknowledged, increasingly the interest of all events to pay in gold quite than in silver.

The epic pageant, heralded as a peaceful celebration of neighborhood within the midst of a divisive struggle, was immortalized in an Oscar-winning documentary. He additionally directed a quantity of movies, including the Norm MacDonald comedy "Dirty Work," "Benjamin," the mockumentary "Farce of the Penguins," and the TV film "For Hope," a drama a few woman battling scleroderma, inspired by his late sister, Gay. In 2020, when the pandemic halted his deliberate comedy tour, he hosted a podcast, "Bob Saget's Here For You," by which estate management in jupiter he answered followers' questions. Small appearing roles in "Bosom Buddies," "New Love, American Style" and "It's a Living" led to his starring function within the sitcom "Full House," playing a widower raising three daughters with the assistance of his best friend and his brother-in-law. The present (which costarred John Stamos, Davie Coulier, Candace Cameron Bure, Jodie Sweetin, and – because the youngest child, Michelle – twins Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen) ran for eight seasons.

If landlords encroach on either of those ideas, or insist on immediately taking part in the advantages of improvements effected by their tenants, they'll definitely prevent their being undertaken. The affect of tithe in discouraging outlays, when it's commuted for a hard and fast money rent, is hardly perceptible; but, wherever it's exacted in sort, or fluctuates with the produce, it's equally highly effective estate management jupiter and prejudicial. Now, if such be the undoubted impact of a tax of a tenth, how prodigiously would its operation be elevated were it three, four, or 5 instances that amount, and rigidly exacted? And it is plain, that if rents were fluctuating quantities, forming a certain proportion, as a fourth, a third, or a half of the produce of farms, they would be, to all intents and functions, similar of their operation on farmers and on agriculture with a tax of 25, 33⅓, or 50 per cent.

Higher than in Britain; while, due to the comparative facility with which bullion may be transported from the one to the opposite, its worth in Paris would not, perhaps, exceed its value right here more than 1 per cent. Now, suppose that, when the costs of cottons and bullion in England and France are adjusted according to their pure proportions, the actual exchange turns into unfavourable to us, it is clear that its fall offers no higher advantage to the exporters of bullion than to these of cottons. The rise in the worth of international payments doesn't increase the expense of exporting the one or the opposite. It leaves the price of their production and transportation precisely where it found it. During the depression of the trade, the exporters of both articles get the premium on the payments drawn on their correspondents. But there is no inducement to export bullion in preference to cottons, except the value of bullion increase more rapidly in France, or decline extra quickly in Great Britain, than that of cottons.

It will, talking usually, be his object to make essentially the most of it during that interval, with out caring in regards to the state during which he leaves it. But if they forestall, as they can hardly fail of doing, the land from being overcropped and exhausted beforehand to the expiration of the lease, they may effect an important object, and be in a high diploma useful. The preceding remarks will maybe have satisfied the reader, that in no matter means the hire of land may be made payable, it should not be by a proportional share of the produce. This is the worst of all strategies of fixing hire affordable estate management jupiter; and it is idle to look for flourishing agriculture or respectable tenants where it prevails. Though cultivation by the use of coloni partiarii was essentially the most prevalent mode in historic Italy, there could be little or no doubt that within the days of Columella there were free farmers, or liberi coloni, who occupied their lands beneath leases for money rents, considerably within the mode by which farms at the moment are occupied in England. This could additionally be inferred from the statements within the eighth chapter of his first book, referring to the mode in which landlords should deal with their tenants.

It is a consequence of economic system, or of a saving of income; which, in impolite ages, is considered indicative, not solely of a sordid disposition, however as being positively hurtful. Prodigals and spendthrifts had been lengthy, and perhaps nonetheless continue to be, the favourites of the public. Before the nature and features of capital had been correctly understood, it was believed that it could not be elevated without damage to individuals, and that any benefit absentee estate management jupiter it'd give to the proprietor must be obtained at the public expense. It did not happen to our ancestors, that those that, by their economy, accumulate inventory, add to their very own wealth, without diminishing that of others; nor were they conscious that, when expended, as is nearly always the case, in the support of productive business, this inventory affords the means of manufacturing an increased revenue.

It is most possible, indeed, that when the dear metals have been first used as cash, their quality could be appreciated only by their weight and colour. It was early discovered, that, to point the purity of the steel, and in addition to avoid the difficulty and expense of weighing it, no more was essential than to mark every bit with a public stamp, declaring its weight and fineness. Such appear to have been the varied steps which led the ancients, at a very remote æra, to the introduction of coined money.1 It was an invention of the greatest utility, and has powerfully contributed to facilitate commerce, and to accelerate the progress of civilisation and the humanities. Performance of our rental properties while not coping with tenants and all the administrative stuff. LPC took all our responsibility from us landlords and improved our lease roll by greater than 20% in less than a 12 months.

[mrultra100]

Oh lordy, this movie...

Words cannot describe how I find this movie to be a complete FARCE!

(And yes, I know Farce is right in the title, but dammit, this movie is a complete farce right here!)

[mad-prophet-of-the-airwaves]

Rest in peace, Bob Saget (1956-2022).

[astudyinbeemovie]

you cucks don’t know about farce of the penguins

[dalia1784]

This movie was something else. 

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[lauriepink]

A collection of impossible animals from last year, plus inspiration.