#Randy sc

[anthonysperkins]

Randy for Sean Cody (2016)

[yeiyeisj]

Supreme Court of the Philippines okays father to file VAWC case on behalf of abused children

The Supreme Court (SC) has released a ruling allowing fathers to institute cases under the Anti-Violence Against Women and Their Children (VAWC) Act against mothers who abuse their children. This as the high court, in an 18-page decision written by Justice Mario V. Lopez, granted the petition of Randy Michael Knutson on behalf of his minor daughter. The petition challenged the ruling of the…

[offender42085]

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David Antonio Kucinski, South Carolina inmate 373636, born 1995, incarceration intake August 2017 at age 22, scheduled for release March 2046

Murder, Robbery, Use of a Firearm in the Commission of an Illegal Act

In August 2017, the ringleader and shooter in a botched drug robbery turned killing was sentenced to 30 years in prison after pleading guilty just minutes before his trial.

David Kucinski, 22, pleaded guilty to murder, armed robbery and possession of a gun during a violent crime in the death of Randy Tran, 20, of Fort Mill, SC. Tran’s body was found outside his car in April 2016, in a wooded part of Lancaster County, near the York County line. Tran had been shot, but a witness saw a man later identified as Kucinski taking Tran’s body from the trunk, then fleeing.

Kucinski and Tran were classmates at Nation Ford High School in Fort Mill as teens. Kucinski shot Tran once in the back of the head, prosecutors said.

Text messages between Kucinski and others, recovered by police, showed the drug robbery plot and that Kucinski believed he would have to kill Tran to cover it up. Kucinski was caught at a motel in Charlotte, NC days later, after a two-state "manhunt" in both Carolinas. He has been jailed without bond since his arrest.

Kucinski pleaded guilty under what is called an "Alford" plea, where a defendant accepts the punishment of a guilty plea while admitting he likely would be convicted, yet does not have to admit guilt.

4y

[desirepathzine]

Jeff Buckley Saved My Life in Orlando, Florida by Randi Eversole

In March of 2016, I was on a charter bus, headed towards Orlando, Florida. I was a senior in high school. The trip was with my Southern Baptist evangelical church choir. I did not want to be there.

The choir tour was a non-negotiable part of every year, a way for all of the concerned parents of young church goers to ship their kids off during spring break so they would spend it in service of the Lord and not mingling with all the other degenerates who were out of class. Ostensibly it was a week full of "volunteering" to some degree, singing at shelters and nursing homes, paying money to sing contemporary christian worship music in historic cathedrals. touring around whatever major city from the safety of the bus, so on. The trip was to a different scary big city every year. Prior to Orlando I had found myself in Chicago, the year before Chicago we'd done an actual tour, saving souls in Jacksonville/Florida, Savannah/Georgia, and Charleston/SC.

By the time we were halfway through Chicago, I had started to articulate issues I had with this mission, and indeed the Southern Baptist denomination of Christianity as a whole. By the time a senior trip to Orlrando, FL was announced, I saw it for what it was: an excuse to take a bunch of kids to Disney World under the banner of Christianity.

For the 12 hour bus ride to Orlando, I had prepped a few albums to listen to, as I usually did when headed somewhere new. I had discovered many favorite artists tucked away at the front of the bus (they usually made all the students sit in the back, but I was prone to motion sickness, so I always ended up at the front with all of the chaperones, who largely left me alone).

That year, my album picks had included Grace, Jeff Buckley's only album. I had of course been familiar, you couldn't sift through a single Tumblr playlist without coming into contact with Hallelujah. I vaguely knew somewhere that he had passed, that he was all of my favorite vocalist's favorite vocalist, that sort of thing.

For whatever reason, somewhere in Georgia, I decided now was the time to listen to Grace for the first time. And my download of the album had somehow not copied Mojo Pin, the album's first track, to my iPod so I indeed did start the record listening to the title track. I quickly fixed this mistake on returning home. Ancient problems from a different time, truly.

I did not listen to another record for the rest of the week.

Here was a friend, a person striving for authenticity, an artist coming into his power. All of the things I desperately craved both to be and to be around. It was a balm and a shield against all of the empty expressions of the music I was going to sing that week, the manipulative key changes and nonsensical lyrics. Here was something real and special.

So many lyrics were reaching through time to hold my hand, the beautiful melodies and vocal acrobatics elevating me, taking me away from the bus window view of the interstate, to somewhere I felt safe and seen.

I was alone in many ways that week, alienated from the religion I was raised in, alienated from my peers who maybe at one point had been my friends but had steadily pulled apart from me in the latter months of high school when it became clear we were not going to be compatible adults, bunking in a drafty Hyatt Place with roommates I really didn't know at all, who argued ceaselessly when we were supposed to be sleeping. I had been relegated to a pullout couch in an attempt to get some space.

As any anxious and isolated neurodivergent teen girl would in the circumstances, I went on a deep dive that first dark night in Orlando, far away from home and surrounded by strangers, into Jeff, his life, his work. I listened to interviews to keep the noise at bay. In my search, I found a picture of Jeff, holding a phone, on a portable bed, presumably talking to a journalist, doing press. I tracked down the location. It was a hotel somewhere in Orlando, Florida.

(photos by Merri Cyr)

It was like waving at someone in another dimension.

Two days into the tour I looked down at the t-shirts we all had to wear, a mish mash of Bible references and key words in the shape of a cross, printed on ugly mint green and coral orange t-shirts (the orange stained my bra for weeks, it was horrible). The choir was given a 'theme' every year for the tours, one inspirational word that was supposed to drive the spiritual growth of 9-12 graders. The year in Chicago had been the "restore" tour (which is extremely problematic the longer you dwell on it). "What's the tour name this year?" I blearily asked one of the chaperones. "Oh, it's the Grace tour. Make sure you use the hashtag."

The tour was the first time I encountered an actively hostile audience during any of the shows. Looking back that seems strange, but nonetheless. We often performed for unsheltered folks, who were forced to listen to us boisterously praise the Lord as they tried to get something to eat or were otherwise seeking support. The show in question took place in a parking lot where an extremely questionable Christian charity group set up once a week to attempt to convert anyone who needed a hot meal. Somewhere in the hour long set of worship music, teenagers banging on trash cans under the guise of performing STOMP (yes, like the off-Broadway thing, which no one even knew because it was such a dated concept by 2016), a capella chamber music (I did that too), and emotionally manipulative skits, one of the people in the crowd started to yell. I don't remember the exact verbatim statements, but it was along the lines of "Why are you singing when we need food, need shelter?"

That night, at the mandated debrief/devotional portion of the night before they finally let us all go to bed, many of my peers expressed that they had never thought of the work that way, as something that could be potentially a nuisance, bothersome, something people were forced to suffer through in order to have their basic needs met.

That was a question I had been asking myself for over a year at that point, ever since pretending to "restore" Chicago in 2015. Did anyone really find inspiration in a bunch of white middle class teenagers singing their little hearts out over Coldplay instrumentals? Did the sloppy manual labor we tried to do at various places for people in need really benefit anyone? Did tired building custodians go back in the day after and correct the naive mistakes of suburban teenagers who were not given any option other than to figure out ways to be helpful? Much ink has been spilled over the epidemic of teenage-centered volountourism from churches, sending unqualified children to do labor to get closer to God, etc. I was tired of treating people less fortunate than this community like pawns to achieve karma points. I was tired of singing bad music. I was tired of feeling like a ghost.

When we got back on the bus, or returned to the hotel, or had mildly unsupervised free time at venues, I would check back in with Jeff. I listened to So Real over and over again, its simplicity was spellbinding. One night they carted us to Disney Springs, the shopping district on Disney property, to burn off steam before getting ready for another day of presumably hard work. I was too tired to traipse around, half-heartedly tagging along with folks that seemed indifferent to my presence. I sat down with a shaved ice and watched a pair of living statues performing in the humid evening, bronze and vaguely Victorian looking, glimmering under the ambient theme park lights. I watched them work a crowd while I listened to So Real and briefly became lost in a story that to this day I cannot recall correctly, some short-lived idea about statues yearning to be real. I started crying, not helped by the schedule that left us overworked and under-rested, and a lack of access to protein and actual nutrients beyond pizza.

Every night, I thought of Jeff on a hotel bed, years ago, in the same place as me. Was he alone? Did his worldview, the questions he screamed out towards the end of Eternal Life, his propensity for diving into the biggest emotions, isolate him like they isolated me?

It's easy to fall in love with someone who has passed, it makes it easy to assign them traits you admire or romanticize their short life. I don't think I fell in love with Jeff in that way, although it is undeniable that he was beautiful. I didn't need lips to kiss, I needed a shoulder to cry on, and it felt like there was a beautiful friend helping me chart a course out of self-loathing and getting mired in philosophical mud.

The last night of the tour, before the Friday fun day when all pretense of work is thrown out to go to a theme park or explore safely curated areas of the city, it was expected that somebody, a youth pastor or the choir director or a well meaning chaperone, would give a sort of pious pep talk, asking us if we really believed all the things we were singing, or were we just having fun on a spring break trip? Anyone who is familiar with Cry Nights at evangelical summer camp knows this tactic. Overstimulate and exhaust young people with still developing brains, feed them a steady diet of sweets and carbohydrates, and then the claws of emotional manipulation will sink so much deeper. And then make them go sing a concert with exhausted voices and clogged sinuses from crying, where their emotions and convictions will run so high, that surely no one in the audience will go unmoved.

That last pep talk reared its ugly head before the last concert, as I presumed it would. But I didn't really listen, while the tears flowed around me. In my head, I was sitting across from Jeff Buckley at the pullout bed, quietly centering myself, trying to find peace in the midst of the chaos. We smiled at each other and said nothing in this vision.

I returned home, glad to be done with youth choir forever, vowing ot never go back to the church I had been raised in. (and also I finally listened to Mojo Pin since it didn't make it onto my iPod)

I was trying my best to give myself grace under strange and infuriating circumstances. Jeff taught me how. Being curious and sensitive is a strength, rage can fuel beauty, seeking authenticity is a worthy journey. That this situation was temporary and I would not have to live my life beholden to the whims of a religious institution that actively benefitted from my fears. Grace, real grace, given freely without the expectation of a transaction, is beautiful. I returned home, a week before my eighteenth birthday, and began the long process of figuring out what I actually believed, what I actually valued, and pursuing the things that filled me with joy at full speed, a road that I am still traveling.

[bleachbleachbleach]

Just dropping by to say I love your blog a lot!!❤️❤️❤️ you are doing the lords work lol someday I try hard to find good questions to send you that I think you'd like to think about--but all I ever come up with is "since it's canon that after the tybw and 10 year time skip and they have tv--who would actually have a tv, and what do think they'd watch, or would they try to make their own weird version of a tv station/show? Would ichigo be able to get it on his home tv, like, he's just wanting one day and then there's yumichika, renji, ikkaku and shuuhei on the lowest budget drama in all 3 worlds"

Just want yall to know I love and appreciate all the work you do!!❤️❤️❤️

Aww, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it! <333 You are one of our OG dash blorbos and it makes me really happy that we continue to blorbo it up together. <3

This seems like an excellent opportunity to bring back

which is further elaborated in this post. (I’d forgotten everything except the C-SPAN gif, which is a total disservice to House Hunters Interdimensional—I feel so ashamed!)

As far as who has TVs, I think all the division offices have one, because they were part of a military tech rollout. They have yet to really catch on individually, though. In the commercial district, there’s a TV store with a whole wall of them out front, and people tend to simple congregate in the streets to watch whatever’s on, as though it were a live playhouse. The difference is that it’s 24-hour programming, and when it’s not airing Central 46 C-SPAN it’s fueled by camera-happy insomniacs.

I used to live in a city that had a local access channel that a friend of mine swore by, which was a single-camera one-man puppet show performing the entire story of the Bible. Soul Society definitely has one of those, except it performs the full history of Soul Society. It’s actually incredibly well-researched and is the love labor of Some Guy who was granted access to and spent a lifetime absorbing the Kuchiki records. Byakuya has signed off on the show, but owing to its low production value, he did not consent to use of the Kuchiki name anywhere but in the credits roll.

There’s also a shopping channel that is essentially a slideshow of the existing SC catalogue, intercut with footage of straight-faced SC staffers describing the items. This show is incredibly popular, because it reaps the benefits of dual audiences: 1) People who want to buy stuff from the shopping channel, and 2) people who watch it because they think it’s a hilarious, dry-witted mockumentary-style social satire. (It is not.)

Similarly, there’s a fairly ambitious show that compiles "Lights and Sirens" style reporting from the top 13 most popular border checkpoints in Rukongai, filmed by bored shinigami sitting in firetowers. This show typically has the affect of John Trudell as Randy Peone in Smoke Signals’ KREZ Radio. (This would be my favorite show, she said, surprising no one.)

Yumichika, Renji, Ikkaku, and Hisagi DEFINITELY made a no-budget drama that was going for a found footage aesthetic but in actuality has the aesthetic of "Hisagi with a camcorder." Even though it’s supposed to be a hard-hitting crime thriller set in the universe of Detective Byakuya (but not centered on Byakuya), there are often entire sequences of, like, Yumichika doing tai chi on a dramatic outcropping in silhouette, sunset behind him, and the other three offering hushed commentary like nature documentarians.

[jackandthevoidstriders]

Funny question cuz im pretty much boreded

What are the gay (and peter) crew's heights? including randy ofc

((I can actually answer this quite concisely because i have this sc from when i made a chart

Said chart:

[deanwasalwaysbi]

23 Republican Senators & 124 Congressmen signed an amicus brief to the Supreme Court asking for a 50 state ban on mifepristone, a drug safer than tylenol that is standard treatment for abortion & miscarriages, "due to safety concerns". The brief DARES to argue that banning the life saving drug would save women from 'reproductive control'. (x) These 147 people would rather have women die of sepsis than let women control their own bodies. If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

United States Senate

Lead Senator: Cindy Hyde-Smith (MS) John Barrasso (WY) Mike Braun (IN) Katie Britt (AL) Ted Budd (NC) Bill Cassidy (LA) Kevin Cramer (ND) Mike Crapo (ID) Ted Cruz (TX) Steve Daines (MT) Josh Hawley (MO) John Hoeven (ND) James Lankford (OK) Mike Lee (UT) Cynthia Lummis (WY) Roger Marshall (KS) Markwayne Mullin (OK) James Risch (ID) Marco Rubio (FL) Rich Scott (FL) John Thune (SD) Tommy Tuberville (AL) Roger Wicker (MS)

United States House of Representatives

Lead Representative: August Pfluger (TX–11) Robert Aderholt (AL–04) Mark Alford (MO–04) Rick Allen (GA–12) Jodey Arrington (TX–19) Brian Babin (TX–36) Troy Balderson (OH–12) Jim Banks (IN–03) Aaron Bean (FL–04) Cliff Bentz (OR–02) Jack Bergman (MI–01) Andy Biggs (AZ–05) Gus Bilirakis (FL–12) Dan Bishop (NC–08) Lauren Boebert (CO–03) Mike Bost (IL–12) Josh Brecheen (OK–02) Ken Buck (CO–04) Tim Burchett (TN–02) Michael Burgess, M.D. (TX–26) Eric Burlison (MO–07) Kat Cammack (FL–03) Mike Carey (OH–15) Jerry Carl (AL–01) Earl L. “Buddy” Carter (GA–01) John Carter (TX–31) Ben Cline (VA–06) Michael Cloud (TX–27) Andrew Clyde (GA–09) Mike Collins (GA–10) Elijah Crane (AZ–02) Eric A. “Rick” Crawford (AR–01) John Curtis (UT–03) Warren Davidson (OH–08) Monica De La Cruz (TX–15) Jeff Duncan (SC–03) Jake Ellzey (TX–06) Ron Estes (KS–04) Mike Ezell (MS–04) Pat Fallon (TX–04) Randy Feenstra (IA–04) Brad Finstad (MN–01) Michelle Fischbach (MN–07) Scott Fitzgerald (WI–05) Mike Flood (NE–01) Virginia Foxx (NC–05) Scott Franklin (FL–18) Russell Fry (SC–07) Russ Fulcher (ID–01) Tony Gonzales (TX–23) Bob Good (VA–05) Paul Gosar (AZ–09) Garret Graves (LA–06) Mark Green (TN–07) Marjorie Taylor Greene (GA–14) H. Morgan Griffith (VA–09) Glenn Grothman (WI–06) Michael Guest (MS–03) Harriet Hageman (WY) Andy Harris, M.D. (MD–01) Diana Harshbarger (TN–01) Kevin Hern (OK–01) Clay Higgins (LA–03) Ashley Hinson (IA–02) Erin Houchin (IN–02) Richard Hudson (NC–09) Bill Huizenga (MI–04) Bill Johnson (OH–06) Mike Johnson (LA–04) Jim Jordan (OH–04) Mike Kelly (PA–16) Trent Kelly (MS–01) Doug LaMalfa (CA–01) Doug Lamborn (CO–05) Nicholas Langworthy (NY–23) Jake LaTurner (KS–02) Debbie Lesko (AZ–08) Barry Loudermilk (GA–11) Blaine Luetkemeyer (MO–03) Tracey Mann (KS–01) Lisa McClain (MI–09) Dr. Rich McCormick (GA–06) Patrick McHenry (NC–10) Carol Miller (WV–01) Mary Miller (IL–15) Max Miller (OH–07) Cory Mills (FL–07) John Moolenar (MI–02) Alex X. Mooney (WV–02) Barry Moore (AL–02) Blake Moore (UT–01) Gregory F. Murphy, M.D. (NC–03) Troy Nehls (TX–22) Ralph Norman (SC–05) Andy Ogles (TN–05) Gary Palmer (AL–06) Bill Posey (FL–08) Guy Reschenthaler (PA–14) Mike Rogers (AL–03) John Rose (TN–06) Matthew Rosendale, Sr. (MT–02) David Rouzer (NC–07) Steve Scalise (LA–01) Keith Self (TX–03) Pete Sessions (TX–17) Adrian Smith (NE–03) Christopher H. Smith (NJ–04) Lloyd Smucker (PA–11) Pete Stauber (MN–08) Elise Stefanik (NY–21) Dale Strong (AL–05) Claudia Tenney (NY–24) Glenn Thompson (PA–15) William Timmons, IV (SC–04) Beth Van Duyne (TX–24) Tim Walberg (MI–05) Michael Waltz (FL–05) Randy Weber, Sr. (TX–14) Daniel Webster (FL–11) Brad R. Wenstrup, D.P.M. (OH–02) Bruce Westerman (AR–04) Roger Williams (TX–25) Joe Wilson (SC–02) Rudy Yakym (IN–02)

If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

Help to patients who have to cross state lines to get medical care by donating to your local abortion fund here. (x)

[anthonysperkins]

Randy for Sean Cody (2016)

[ladylooch]

Since i'm new to the woody world. What can you tell me about that gorgeous blue eyes man ?

- 👢

LOL, facts are boring. How about my weird observations?

He will follow anyone and anything on Instagram. Like... wow.

He is a huge country music fan. Which makes him the perfect husband material in my mind.

He cannot dance. Look up the TikTok. Is it amazing content that I am glad exists? Yes. Can he dance? No.

He's lost teeth multiple times. I am not sure if he has any of his real teeth left. I am not kidding. At this point he should just wait until he is done playing and get dentures LOL.

Seems super goofy and outspoken, but was not surprised about Nico's comment on SC that Woody is quiet in the locker room. He seems like a very sweet, sensitive boy with this crazy, wild streak in him, but only when he is comfortable.

He's a third liner. He's a hitter. He's a fighter. Flashy goals and crazy plays are not his style. But he'll check you through the fucking boards and not be sorry.

He's from Massachusetts and went to Boston College. We (me and that one anon at least) all thought he was Canadian for a hot minute, but he is an American 🤣

His dad played professionally. I love the interview from Devils dad's weekend where Miles talks about how his dad is obsessed with the food and he can't stop talking about it. Then the video cuts to Randy who is like THE FOOD IS FANTASTIC!!! I die. Every time. Even right now I'm LOL.

My Woody girls, anything else??

[xxx-men-profile]

Randy III

(SC)

[samasmith23]

Interpreting the Spider-Man: Alien Costume Saga as a metaphor for OCD

Awhile back I was revisiting the classic Spider-Man: Alien Costume Saga for the first time its entirety in the two "Complete Epic" TPBs Marvel published which collect both the Amazing Spider-Man and Spectacular Spider-Man issues which comprised the saga. When I read the concluding issue of volume one, Amazing Spider-Man #258 by written by Tom DeFalco & illustrated by Ron Frenz, I came to an interesting realization: there are actually some striking parallels between Peter's experiences with the symbiote and some of my own struggles with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or OCD.

This comparison might seem random at first, but let me try to explain it.

A major element of OCD aside from dealing with the constant and uncomfortable repetition of intrusive and anxiety-inducing thoughts, is the feeling of being overwhelmed by multiple forms of pressure (both internal and external) all at once. You feel like you have no control over the events of your life, but you simultaneously find it very difficult to find the willpower and initiative necessary to take active steps for positive improvement.

So when you look at the plot of the original Alien Costume Saga, Peter Parker is facing external pressure on multiple fronts: his Aunt May refusing to speak to him after he dropped out of Graduate School, Robbie Robertson being a much stricter boss at the Daily Bugle, relationship struggles with Black Cat, facing multiple supervillains as Spider-Man, and Mary Jane just now dropping the major bombshell that she's known Peter's secret identity for several years now! Because of all this, Peter feels like he's losing control over his life, and the black suit makes those feelings quite literal by unknowingly possessing his body at night to go for web-slinging joyrides while he sleeps, therefore making him even more exhausted than he already was beforehand, sleeping entire days in.

But it eventually all culminates in a breaking point for Peter. Following the infamous dream-sequence where gigantic versions of Spider-Man's red-&-blue and black costumes are fighting for possession over Peter's body, Peter finally decides to finally take some active steps to regain control over his life. The first and foremost of these steps is to no longer procrastinate on Reed Richard's previous offers to scientifically analyze the black suit. Something which Peter decided to do just now after noticing the suit acting strangely more than once. It's finally upon Reed's analysis that Peter discovers the alien costume's true nature as a living symbiote that's determined to permanently bond itself onto Peter's body.

OCD operates in a similar manner, in that only by acknowledging which thoughts are OCD and which are not can you deduce the root cause of your mental anxiety and start take the steps to combat it. And OCD, just like the symbiote, often refuses to let go of its grasp on you without a fight, but certain steps can be taken to effectively do so such as when Reed deduces the symbiote's key weaknesses of fire and sonics.

Some people might be confused why in my summary of the events building up to Amazing Spider-Man #258, I neglected to mention Peter struggling with the symbiote negatively influencing his emotions a encouraging him to commit evil actions, or the symbiote's future host Eddie Brock, aka Venom?

The thing is, those aforementioned elements debuted in adaptations of the Alien Costume Saga outside of comics like the 90s Spider-Man: The Animated Series and Sam Rami's Spider-Man 3, which future comics later retroactively included as being part of the original storyline. When Spidey's black costume was first introduced in the comics during the 1980s, and the idea of it being a living symbiote or even the character of Eddie Brock/Venom wasn't even conceived by the writers at the time. The original idea of a black costume for Spider-Man was actually originally conceived of by a fan named Randy Schueller, who pitched the idea to Marvel in a talent-search contest, describing to CBR in 2007:

"I thought it would be cool if Spidey needed to upgrade his powers and his look, so I came up with this idea that Reed Richards had made a new costume for Spidey using the same unstable molecules that the FF costumes are made of. The unstable molecules would flow into Peter’s pores and allow him to cling to walls better. I think my original idea was to increase his sticking power by 25% or something like that."

Then Marvel Editor-in-Chief Jim Shooter bought the idea from Schueller for $220, but instead of Schueller's initial concept the black shape-shifting costume idea was integrated into the Marvel Superheroes Secret Wars event from 1985, originally presented as costume made from some sort of weird alien fabric. Additionally, writer/artist John Byrne stated on his personal website that he had conceived of the idea of a self-repairing biological costume while illustrating Iron Fist, but when he ended up not using it for that title he was asked by Roger Stern if he could use the idea for his Spider-Man run. Interestingly enough however, while the black suit chronologically first appeared in Secret Wars #8, the alien costume's first appearance publication-wise was in Amazing Spider-Man #252 (the last issue Stern plotted for his iconic run), released a few months prior. The way Secret Wars tie-ins were handled was via a time-skip similar to DC's "One Year Later" initiative following Infinite Crisis event published two decades later, with the 52 maxiseries filling in the gaps of missing year in-universe.

In the publication time between Amazing Spider-Man #258 and Secret Wars #8 however, a lot of fans surprisingly really hated Spider-Man's new black costume. Long-time readers were initially offended by the idea of Spidey receiving a costume change, which is something that had never occurred since the character's debut in the 1960s. Marvel caved into the vocal fan-backlash and by Amazing Spider-Man #258 that the costume was actually a living alien symbiote that sought to permanently bond itself to Peter's body, with this revelation being foreshadowed in the previous intervening issues as the symbiote began taking Peter's body for web-slinging joyrides while he slept. However, by the time the symbiote retcon was introduced and Peter discarded the alien costume, fans had actually grown to love the black costume over the intervening months, which led to Peter quickly obtaining a cloth version of the black suit from Black Cat that he would frequently alternate with.

As for how Venom would come to enter the equation, Eddie Brock's first full appearance would be in Amazing Spider-Man #300, written by David Michelinie & illustrated by Todd McFarlane. While Michelinie has stated in interviews that he was solely responsible for the creation of Brock as a disgraced journalist who held a personal grudge against Spider-Man, the idea of him becoming the next host of the alien symbiote can actually be primarily attributed to McFarlane. See, McFarlane absolutely HATED drawing the cloth version of Spidey's black costume and desperately wanted to have Peter return to his classic red-&-blue suit. McFarlane stated:

"I came into the Spider-Man office after doing the Hulk and they wanted me to do Spider-Man," McFarlane explained. "But he was in this black costume. I didn't wanna draw this black costume. It meant nothing to me. I wanted to draw the red and blue... So, they said, 'Todd, if you just come on at #298 we promise that maybe we can get rid of it.' And I go, 'Well let's just get rid of it fast!’ So, I did a character... I ripped the costume off him... I did this character called Venom, handed it to David Michelinie, the writer, and they said, 'Just hold on, hold on, hold on,' he continued. So, then, all of a sudden I do #298, he's still in the black, #299, he's still in the black, finally #300, look I even said here on the cover sketch, 'Can we do one in the black and the red? Come on, I want to do the black and the red.' And they said, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine.'"

To achieve this end, David Michelinie ended Amazing Spider-Man #299 with the cliffhanger of Mary Jane being suddenly frightened by Venom in her and Peter's apartment, and following Spidey's battle with Venom in the following issue, MJ demanded that Peter get rid of his cloth black suit due to how much it reminded her of Venom.

And Eddie Brock was introduced by Michelinie, whom during off-panel events from The Death of Jean DeWolffe storyline wrote a series of interviews with a man he believed to be the serial killer Sin-Eater for the Daily Globe, before being later pressured to publish the Sin-Eater's identity. However, Brock was fired due to Spider-Man catching the true Sin-Eater literally minutes after Eddie's article was published. Disgraced and humiliated, Brock developed an intense hatred for Spider-Man, and later bonded with the alien symbiote when the two encountered each other in the church bell tower where Peter famously discarded the black suit in Web of Spider-Man #1, which was the final issue of the original Alien Costume Saga.

Ironically, Randy Schueller, the aforementioned fan who originally pitched the black costume idea to Marvel, was actually not a fan of Venom himself, describing the character of Eddie Brock as “disturbed," stating that:

“I was never a fan of the costume-turned-villain idea. Venom just never really seemed to work for me.”

But going back to the symbiote's pre-Venom portrayal in the Alien Costume Saga... in a sense one could actually view the original depiction of symbiote suit as an effective metaphor for dealing with some of the symptoms of OCD!

[starstcff]

❛⠀ don't get me wrong. i'm flattered, very flattered. you are, uh, ⠀❜ ⠀josh stops, clearing his throat. this was bad. this was very bad. cj was going to have a nutty if she knew his fling from last night showed up at the white house; she was going to cut off his head and serve it to the press on a platter as a sacrifice to pulitzer so they'd keep their mouths shut about her randy idiots on the west wing. it was getting worse by the second, his feeble attempt to flatter her made his eyes fall down to her chest, a flash of what it looked like outside of her professional-looking suit taking his mind to places it most certainly shouldn't go when he is wearing a suit fifty feet away from the oval. ⠀❛⠀ a very, very attractive woman, but this is not... i have a meeting in a few minutes. ⠀❜

west wing sc. — @charmsurvive

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    The bartender watched as the girl took shot after shot. He recognized her. A movie star or some shit. Randy would know for sure. Her tips were nice and he needed the money. Once closing time hit however she was still there. Everyone was gone and he was closing up. “Hey. You got a ride home?” He asked. “Or wherever you’re staying? There was no way she lived in this middle of nowhere, shitty town. 

  “I’m gonna have to take your keys if you drove here. I can call you a cab or something.” 

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Palestinian Smart City: Most Surveilled City on The Planet and Military Test City for Future Smart Cities Around the World

Health Impact News-- May 9, 2024 Palestinian Smart City: Most Surveilled City on The Planet and Military Test City for Future Smart Cities Around the World * * *Comment by Brian Shilhavy* *Editor, Health Impact News* /Mint Press News/ published a documentary yesterday that is less than 10 minutes long showing how the Palestinian city of Hebron in the West Bank is currently the most advanced Smart City in the world where “/Palestinians are the most surveilled people on the planet/.” The documentary is filmed inside the Palestinian area of Hebron. To enter you need to have your face scanned, and pass through gates where AI-powered unmanned machine guns are pointed at busy sections of the city. Hebron is the test city for the Israeli “Wolf Pack” surveillance system. The journalist, a Palestinian American woman, says that many of the cameras in the city can see through walls, making no section of this Smart City private, not even people’s homes. I checked to verify that such cameras exist, and they do . Here is a video produced by the Israeli manufacturer, Camero, whose logo displays the “all-seeing eye”: It’s a 2-minute promo video for these cameras that can see behind walls: Here’s the Mint Press documentary (less than 10 minutes). The Palestinian section of Hebron is very obviously the world’s most advanced Smart City and the blueprint for future 15-minute Smart Cities that are already being planned throughout the U.S. Like Palestinian Hebron, these “cities” will be literal outdoor prisons, where everything people do in these cities is tracked, and you can only enter or leave by providing a face scan. They may start out as FEMA camps in the U.S., but the Government is going to need places to house migrants and “dissenters,” those who refuse government edicts like mandatory drugs and vaccines, or those who are arrested on the upcoming new antisemitism laws that are in the pipeline, and refuse to obey the Zionists. And if you still think I am exaggerating the dangers of these proposed new antisemitism bills that are now rapidly being advanced to take advantage of the backlash against the student protests, two more new antisemitism bills were just introduced to Congress by Zionist Republicans that want to send pro-Palestinians to Palestine where they would probably be confined in one of the Smart Cities, until the U.S. has some of their own. Republican House members suggest laws sending campus protesters to Gaza A group of House Republicans led by Rep. Andy Ogles (R-TN) introduced a pair of bills Wednesday that would send anti-Israel protesters and others to Gaza or cancel visas if they are convicted of a crime on a college campus. The Study Abroad Act will cancel visas for those who have been arrested “for rioting or unlawful protest” or for establishing, participating, or promoting an encampment on college campuses since Oct. 7, 2023 — the date of Hamas’s invasion of Israel. “It’s time to send a clear message to foreign, Hamas-sympathizing students rioting: if you bring chaos to our universities, you can study abroad somewhere else,” Ogles told the Daily Caller. “Might I recommend Iran, Qatar, or Gaza? They seem more your speed,” Ogles added. The second bill, the Antisemitism Community Service Act, is much more broad. That bill would send anyone who has committed a crime on a college campus since Oct. 7, 2023, to Gaza to perform six months of community service. The bill’s current wording would include those who have committed crimes unrelated to recent anti-Israel protests. “If you support a terrorist organization, and you participate in unlawful activity on campuses, you should get a taste of your own medicine,” Rep. Randy Weber (R-TX), who introduced the bill alongside Ogles and Rep. Jeff Duncan (R-SC), said to Fox News Digital. “I am going to bet that these pro-Hamas supporters wouldn’t last a day, but let’s give them the opportunity.” (Source .) Read the full article

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3 sitting congressmen introduced a bill with the deliberate intention to deport Palestinian sympathisers to the Gaza war zone with the intention of getting them killed. This is happening after the Whitehouse admits US provided ordinance is used in civilian casualty incidents.

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In Congress, Reps. Andrew Ogles (R-TN), Randy Weber (R-TX), and Jeff Duncan (R-SC) introduced two bills yesterday that are of note for every American. The full text has not been provided for either bill, but the one-sentence summaries have been provided, pending the full text. The titles of the bills are as follows:

H.R.8321 - To require person convicted of unlawful activity on the campus of an institution of higher education beginning on and after October 7, 2023, to provide community service in Gaza.

H.R.8322 - To revoke visas of certain aliens for rioting or unlawful protests, and for other purposes.

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Shirley Ann Hostetler, formerly of Meyersdale, went to be with her Lord on February 18, 2023 at Yakima, Washington, where she had been living by her family. Shirley was born on June 30, 1931 in Greenville Township, the daughter of the late Carl Eugene and Florence (Shunk) Hostetler. She is survived by her brother, Dale Hostetler, (Dorothy), a nephew, Daniel Hostetler and a niece Aimee Hostetler, all of Yakima, Washington.

Shirley’s early elementary education was at the Glade City two room school followed by four years at Meyersdale High School.

She obtained a B.S. degree in Music Education from Bob Jones University in Greenville, SC. and played the piano, organ and other instruments. She also had a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland, Ohio, and attended two summer schools at Indiana, Univ. in Indiana, PA.

Shirley retired as a school teacher having completed 32 years of teaching music and library Science in various schools in the surrounding area. She was a life member of both the PA Association of School Retirees and the Somerset County Retired Public School Employees.

Being a charter member of the Meyersdale Grace Brethren Church, Shirley was very active serving her Savior through the years by holding various offices, teaching an adult Sunday School class, singing in and directing the church choir, playing the piano and organ, and serving as a Deaconess for many years as well as other areas. She loved serving her Lord with her talents. “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain” Phil. 1:21.

She was a charter member of the Casselman Valley Choral Society, involved in the Maple Festival, organist at the United Church of Christ for 15 years and an R.S.V.P. volunteer for the Apprise program with the Area Agency on Aging for 15 years.

One of the things Shirley loved to do during retirement was to travel. She fulfilled that dream by traveling extensively in the U.S. as well as in Europe, Iberian Peninsula, the Caribbean many times, Bermuda, Nassau, Mexico, Israel, Canada and Russia.

The following poem was one of many that Shirley wrote. It, along with many others, was published in the Poetry Corner of the Somerset Daily American:

No Time For Him

In youth we had a lot of time

To wonder, play, explore.

But now that we are growing old,

Where is that time of yore?

When we were not yet fully grown,

The cares of life were small.

We worried not about our needs,

Or whether we’d stand tall.

Why have we not the time anymore,

To read God’s Word and Pray?

Because we worry, fret and fume

About a future day.

We have to give the Lord each day

His time for thanks and praise.

If faith takes over in our hearts,

Our fears will be allayed.

Why can’t we learn to put aside

This life of care and woe?

And through the righteousness of Christ,

Our love for Him to show.

Take time, dear friend, to do His will

Upon this earth below.

And when He greets you up above,

“Well done, my son”, you’ll know.

Graveside services will be conducted on February 28, 2023 at 11:00 AM, at Meyersdale Area Union Cemetery. Pastor Randy Haulk of the Meyersdale Grace Brethren Church officiating.

Contributions may be made to the Meyersdale Grace Brethren Church, 112 Beachley Street, Meyersdale, PA 15552.