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samwinchesterslostshoe · 4 months

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This story is based on the tv show Band of Brothers, and the fictional portrayal of the actors playing the characters in the show.

Part 2

Hagenau - France.

Late February.

Kenyon.

Everything was so familiar. The soft thudding of their jump boots, the rattling of mess kits hanging from their belts, and the endless stream of cigarette smoke. He was back home again. After almost four months of endless hospitals, rehab centers, and having to endure the people off rear echelon he was back with his outfit. At least, what was left of it.

Even though the muddy roads were filled with marching platoons and truckloads crammed with soldiers, very few bore the white spade on the side of their helmet. And those who did did not seem to want him here anymore. Having finally caught up with easy company suddenly made very clear just how much loss and suffering his friends had to endure. Hoobler, Toye, Guarnere, Buck, Penkala, Skip Muck. A never-ending list of names. With every name, every missing face in the crowd, a part of him died to.

The jeep drove at an excruciatingly slow pace, getting caught every few meters in the muddy brown remains of snow. The silence among them deafening. He held his head down, trying to focus on something other than the cross looks the others were shooting him.

For two years they had trained together, he had been there at D-Day and fought in Holland. But because he had missed Bastogne all trust and sympathy towards him had seemed to be lost. He wondered if he would ever earn their trust again.

“We’re here,” Liebgott hissed as he ushered him to jump of the trucks tailgate.

The town of Hagenau, with its bombed-out roofs and shattered windows was anything but empty. Everywhere he looked supply officers were running around, carrying truckloads of ammo, K-rations, and medical supplies out of the Jeeps and into the buildings. Redd Cross girls and medics were setting up aid stations, and remaining civilians pleaded to the soldiers for something to spare. The last time he had been with his outfit was back in the muddy fields of occupied Holland. Oh how he wished he was back at that farmhouse, eating pancakes with the lovely girl he had met there.

“Report to lieutenant Speirs,” they told him. Great, another lieutenant leading the company, whatever happened to Winters?

Ronald “Sparky” Spiers was a former D company lieutenant. Webster saw him as a harsh but fair man. Spiers knew what had to be done and he appreciated the man for it. He found the lieutenant in a shelled CP building at the edge of town, farthest away from the river that separated them from the Germans, talking to lieutenant Lipton. Busy arguing with each other, they seemed to have failed to notice that he had come into the room. For what felt like hours he stood there, watching people come in and out of the CP. He watched Spiers give orders and boss people around, not exactly a man you would want to piss off.

“Lieutenant Lipton, Sir. The medicine you asked for,” a soft familiar voice said.

Marie.

The cold bit her face and her fingers where slowly starting to go numb. With the 506th moving into Hageneau she had been on her feet all day, carrying boxes filled to the brim with supplies from one place to the other. Walking at a fast pace and dodging incoming troopers on her way, she quickly made her way to the CP Building. The sooner she would be into the building and out of the cold the better. Besides, she was starting to worry about Lip. His pneumonia had gotten a lot worse in the past two days and medicine was scarce. And the truth was they just couldn’t afford to lose another lieutenant.

In the four months she had been stationed with the 506th she had gotten to know some of the men quite well, to some she had even grown quite close. From handing out coffee and doughnuts to pulling out still scorching shrapnel from their torn flesh. It might have taken some time, but slowly she had started to earn their trust and respect, from most of them at least. The battle on The Island, the wounded soldier, it all seemed like a lifetime ago.

Quickly making her way into the CP building, nearly getting knocked over by a soldier carrying parts of a machine gun, she made her way up the narrow stairs.

She found the lieutenant lying on an old dirty couch in the middle of what used to be the living room, deep in conversation with lieutenant Spiers. The air in the room was stuffy and thick and the constant stream of people coming in and out the building made it hard to focus on the task at hand.

She scraped her throat with a loud mhm: “Lieutenant Lipton, Sir. The medicine you asked for.” Both lieutenants quickly turned their heads towards her. With Lip stuck under a gigantic pile of blankets, Spiers made his way over to her. “Here let me get those for you,” he said, taking over the heavy crate and bringing it back over to the couch.

“Anything else I might be able to help you with lieutenant?” she asked them, eagerly to get going again. “No thank you Marie that will be all,” Spiers told her while Lip put up an approving thumps-up from behind him. She turned around in her step, almost bumping in again into the soldier leaned up against doorframe. “S’cuse me,” she muttered, trying to make her way down the stairs. A strong hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her to a halt. ‘Christ what now!’ she thought. When turning her head to look at the person who had the audacity to grab her so abruptly, she was met by a pair of oddly familiar blue eyes.

Kenyon.

Christ, it really was her. The same dirty blonde curls, the pale skin, and tired green eyes. Had he heard the lieutenant right? Did he really hear him call her Marie? In the span of a few seconds he watched her expression change from angry, to happy, to confused and back to angry again. He wondered if she even recognized him still, with his face now clean shaven, his hair cut short and clean OD’s he must have looked like a completely different man.

“David?” she whispered.

He couldn’t stop the wide smile from appearing on his face. Even after all this time, after all this shit, she recognized him. A million questions seared trough his mind, why was she here, what happened to the farm, her family? But time and privacy were something incredibly scarce during times of war. He could already hear the lieutenant calling out his name from the other room.

“You’re alive, he muttered. “I never thought I would see you again”

“War has a strange habit of bringing people together I guess,” she said.

Again, he could hear his name be yelled from somewhere behind him.

“I have to go,” he whispered.

“I will be at the aid station near the edge of town, visit me there,” she responded coldly.

He watched her turn around and sprint down the stairs, just as fast as she had appeared back into his life she was gone again. As she stood at the base of the stairs she quickly turned around, bearing a slight grin she said: “Oh, and try not to get hurt again!”

He couldn’t quite focus on what Spiers was telling him, his mind racing with excitement and confusion. “The nurse who came in just a minute ago,” he said boldly. “How long has she been with the company?” The lieutenants eyebrows furrowed. “Who, Marie? I don’t know, somewhere around the time we moved into Bastogne I think. You would have to ask her.”

That was all the information he got out of the ever so stoic man as he watched him turn his attention back to Lip, who was coughing so violently he could have sworn he saw a bit of blood pooling on the corner of his mouth.

The building 2nd platoon was given was in way worse condition then the CP building he had just come from. Lieb was still shooting him dirty looks, even after he had told them about the dreadful mission across the river that awaited them tonight, and the lucky few that were chosen to cross it. The uneasy banter between the man about who was, and who wasn’t going on the patrol tonight was abruptly cut of by the freight train whistling off a shell falling nearby. As soon as he heard the high-pitched tone, he made sure to drop his mussete bag and follow the rest down the stairs into the basement. Clanking into each other, almost jumping down the staircase, he hid under an old wooden table until the explosions seemed to have calmed down. He, along with the rest of the platoon were coated in a thick layer of dust that had fallen from the basements rackety old ceiling. No one seemed to be thinking about their argument anymore, he certainly didn’t. What a stupid and wasteful way to spend your time, arguing with each other over things you couldn’t change anyway. Who knows, the building could have had taken a direct hit, and the last thing on his mind would have been about how badly he wanted to punch Liebgott in the face.

A heartfelt laugh erose among them, ‘what a bunch of lucky bastards we were,’ he thought.

Their amusement, however, was cut short by the hearth wrenching call for medic.

When the word “Medic!” was yelled, something in you just knew that there was the very real possibility that one of your friends had died. In this case, that possibility had just come true.

Having quickly made his way up the stairs and into the streets, he was faced with a small crowd gathered around a still smoking hole in the pavement left from where a shell had hit just moment before. The rest of 2nd platoon had followed his lead and now stood behind him, whispering to each other as to who may have been hit. The crowd around the body made way for a medic passing through. Marie. Like an angel in hell, she stood out amongst the men, a white apron bearing the red cross tied around her waist and the nurses cap pinned loosely in her hair.

She kneeled near the casualty, the casualty being Bill Kiehn. Even though he hadn’t known Bill very well, a lump appeared in his throat when he saw the sack of spuds sprawled around his torn-up body. Not more then thirty minutes ago he had run into the man proudly carrying the same sack out of one of the homes.

In war, sometimes men die in the fever pitch or a firefight or by artillery when they’re huddled together in a foxhole. Bill Kiehn, a Toccoa man, was killed because he was carrying a sack of potatoes from one building into another. In the wrong place at the wrong time.

Marie’s hands lay cradled around Bills face. There was nothing she could do, and he knew that it killed her. He was dead long before the call for a medic was yelled. “Did you know him well?” one of the men asked him “No. Not really,” he answered coldly. The rest of the men slowly dispersed back into the safety of the buildings. Leaving her alone next to the lifeless body seemed like the wrong thing to do, so he made his way forward and quietly kneeled down beside her. The whites of her eyes had tuned bloodshot, and water begun to collect at the bottom of her eyelids.

“Did you know him?” he dared to ask her. Her head jolted up at the sound of his voice, quickly turning her head to wipe her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve, smearing a small trail of blood on the side of her cheek. “I met him only once, he came into the aid station a few weeks back. Pinged by a machine gun,” she answered in a quivering voice. “Not that it matters anyway. It just isn’t fair. The war is almost over, and he died carrying a sack of potatoes. Why do I deserve to live, and he doesn’t?” A thick tear made its way down her cheek, falling onto the torn-up body below. It was sickening. He wanted to stand up and bee line towards the nearest GI truck, and drive of as for as he could. He wished there was something he could say or do that would calm her, tell her it’s all okay. But he knew she was completely right. What did they do to deserve to live that Bill didn’t?

“Come on let’s get you out of here alright.”

Marie.

A gloved hand wrapped itself around her shoulder, pulling her off the blood-stained cobble stone. The wall of tears turned her vision into a blurry haze, making it near impossible to make out the expression on David’s face. Maybe it was for the best, she didn’t want to look at David and she didn’t want David to look at her. She wanted to be strong, professional, like that evening four months ago they had first met back at the farm. She felt sick and embarrassed, if she could she would have pulled herself out of his grip and make a run for it. But all she was able to do was stand there and let her tears silently fall while David gently let her back to the aid station. By the time they made it to the building not a word was spoken between them.

Things had finally seemed to have calmed down at the nurse’s post. All their equipment had been carried into the building and found its place between the antique furniture of the houses previous owners. Here and there a few red cross girls were tidying up some makeshift beds and killing time by smoking and chatting about nonsensical things. When she first signed up, soon after her first encounter with David, she had found it quite hard to find her place alongside them. Although her English was decent, communicating and relating to the other girls had felt like she was back in high school all over again. E company’s medic, a pale skinny Cajun kid named Eugene Roe had helped her find her place between them by teaching her various medical procedures new to her, and sometimes, when they had a little time off, teacher her some American costumes and slang. And she appreciated him immensely for it. He even made her forget about David for a bit. She wished he was the one that had found Bill Kiehns body.

David set her down on and old leather chair in the corner of the dimly lit room, stuffed in between stacked wooden crates. It didn’t offer mush concealment but would at least give them little privacy to talk without being interrupted for questions she didn’t feel like answering right now.

“So, how have you been?” he asked her. A little snicker escaped her lips, Christ for what a stupid question that was. She was glad to see he hadn’t changed one bit.

With a loud thud, he sat himself down opposite off her on a little wooden stool that creaked dangerously under the weight of his harness. Using a small white handkerchief, she dabbed down her tears, making her vision more clearly, allowing her to take a good look at him. His ODs were clean and sterile. His brown curls neatly cut, and his face was clean shaven. Just how long had he been in that hospital?

“How, how even did you...?” he stuttered.

It was understandable, the chances of them meeting each other again where near impossible, and yet here they were.

She was afraid if she told him everything that had happened since they parted ways, her voice might break again.

“When the 101st left Holland, me along with a few others of the resistance signed up as volunteers. There wasn’t anything left there for me anymore.” She said, turning her head to face him. His face bore a genuinely look of sympathy.

“How is your leg?” she asked him, wanting to steer away from the subject in fear of breaking down in front of him again.

“Doing alright,” he answered. “There were a few months of hospitals, some rehab centers, and an excruciatingly long time running around at rear echelon. But it feels good to be back again.” He paused for a long time. “You know I didn’t think I would ever get to see you again, especially not here, in a place like this.” He stroked his thumb along his chin, a nervous habit she noticed he had seemed to pick up. It felt like they were total strangers again.

“You know I thought of you, while I was in that hospital. Even wrote you a letter,” he huffed.

He had thought of her while she tried everything she could do to forget him, it killed her. She didn’t tell him that of course. The way her mind worked, it was easier to shut someone out, forget about them all together and pretend they never existed, to stop herself from being hurt. But he may not understand, so instead she responded, “I thought about you too.”

“I still have the letter you know,” he responded awkwardly while combing his fingers trough his rough curls. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Would you like me to read it?” she asked him.

“Maybe someday, when the time is right that is.” His face turned red as a beet, she figured hers was probably the same color.

The sound of the front door slamming open followed by the tramping of jump boots made her jump in her seat, she figured this was probably their time to go.

3 hours till patrol time. Trying to stay calm and distract her mind by doing mundane, repetitive tasks. The tension among her and the other nurses hang sickly in the air.

2 hours till patrol time. The knot that formed deep inside of her pulled tighter and tighter.

1 hour until the patrol. the wait was unbearable, she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, those who would die would die, those who would bleed would have their blood soaked all over her apron, and those who where lucky enough to tell the tale would get to go home to their families.

20 minutes. “We don’t expect any casualties,” they were told. She knew it was bullshit. Somebody would be killed tonight; she just didn’t know who yet.

A high whistle pierced its way through her body. There was about five second of complete silence, everyone in the building held their breath. Then, all hell broke loose. The deafening bangs and pops of antitank guns, mortars, and 75s drowned out every other noise and sound. White, red, and orange flashes lit up the night sky, making it look like daytime again. Spilling its light across the streets, painting across the faces of her friends. No one talked, no one moved around, all they did was sit tight, and wait for the inevitable to happen. In a strange way it almost seemed quite beautiful. ‘It sure is mesmerizing to look at,’ she tough to herself, unaware of the smile that had crept across her face of the thought of them giving the Germans hell. The air dark with a thick black smoke and the smell of gun powder filled the room. Eugene slit up next to her spot by the window, pulling her sleeve and yelling something in her ear. Not having heard a single word, she just smiled and nodded approvingly, turning her attention back out the window and into the night sky.

The string of events that unfolded after happened so fast it was hard to recall what was real, and what was a mere figure of her imagination running wildly, blinded by chaos and confusion. One moment she was stood near the windowsill, the next, she was bulling pulled out into the streets by Roe. His grip painfully tight on her arm, he had tugged and yelled one word at her over and over again over the ear davening chaos of their artillery fire. “Wounded! Wounded!”

The slippery stones beneath her shook dangerously, what building still stood tall seemed like they would tip over or cave in at any given second, burring them both between the rubble.

Gene ran a few meters ahead over her, caring a linen stretcher under his arm and a med-bag slung over his shoulder. She cursed loudly as the heel of her shoe got stuck in-between the jagged stones, coming down with a loud smack onto the road. Making her bag go flying, spilling clean white bandages onto the muddy road.

The sound of the fall made Gene look back while simultaneously turning around in his step to make his way back to her. Before he got the change to reach her however, she had pulled herself up, stumbling to catch up while quickly snatching her supply bag of the road, all while frantically yelling and waving at Gene to go ahead without here.

‘Dear God,’ she thought ‘Why did the aid station have to be positioned all the way at the edge of town.’ The cold night air got caught up in her throat, making her gasp for air and her head go spinning. She stood still, catching her breath while she watched Gene slip off into the basement of a large two-story brick house. Two men stood in its yard, soaking wet and shivering badly. They waved and pointed at her to get into the basement. As she listened to their orders and made her way down the narrow stairway. She made a small mental note to go take a look at those two later.

It took an excruciatingly long time for her eyes had adjusted to the dark and gloomy basement. But when they finally did, she was met by nothing but sheer chaos.

Part 3 will be up soon!

#band of brothers #hbo war #david webster #David Websters fanfic #Denouement

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theworldbrewery · 4 months

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Hey I'm thinking about running a game that take place (partially) in "the real world." Do you have any advice for that? Specifically for running a setting that exists and can be "fact checked."

Haven't run something like that myself, but it's very possible -- there are plenty of non-D&D systems that are set either in the real world or in an alternate-universe version of real life.

A lot of the things that can come up in that type of situation are similar to what comes up in full-fantasy settings like D&D -- if I set a game in a forest and I put a camel there, my players would probably question it. It's just that it's much easier to hand-wave these 'errors of fact' by saying it doesn't work that way in your world.

But sometimes you think a certain cultural practice is widespread and refer to it and suddenly you're players look at you like you've grown a second head. To some degree it's unavoidable; practice taking that kind of pushback in stride.

The more specific you are about reality, the harder it is to avoid the fact-checking you're worried about.

I'd say there's a couple different solutions.

First off, do your research about anything you plan to be specific about, especially things that will be important later. If your plot hinges on the fact that there are no big cats native to North America and your players point out that cougars exist, that's a story-breaking error. It breaks immersion and the suspension of disbelief when you say things they know to be false (and you're not doing that in-character which could mean the character is wrong/lying). Even if you think you know something, it won't hurt to double-check. Take notes; ideally, take a serious interest in the things you're planning to include, so it's easier to remember these things.

(This matters most in factual disputes -- dates, numbers, names, and trivia.)

Second, use what you already know to provide your base of support. Set the real-life part of the game in a modern setting, or in a historical period and place you're very familiar with (or familiar with the popular depictions your players might recognize). Have elements of the story draw on things you're personally interested by and know a lot about. On the flip side of this, you can also rely on things your players aren't familiar with. If you're the only one who's ever spent time in San Francisco, they are unlikely to try to 'catch you out' on whether or not there's really a mafia front Italian Restaurant off I-80. Frankly, they may not even check to see if there's really an I-80 in San Francisco. If you set it in a small town where all of you grew up...they might push back more if you forget the mayor's name and make up a new one.

Third, fictionalize. There is no town called Derry in Maine, and yet Stephen King set like half his novels in or around that town. It's probably based off a real place, or a composite of places, that he actually knows. Players can't tell you off for making up details about a city that doesn't exist -- or at least, if they do, they're being ridiculous since you do the same thing in your fantasy setting. Invent a micro-nation like Genovia, or imply that this setting is actually a slightly-to-the-left version of reality, not a one-to-one, which absolves you of major errors.

But honestly, I think the biggest advice I can give you is this:

If your players are trying to fact-check you all the time, your players might not be very good players.

Halting gameplay to make fun of you for misremembering the native range of brown recluses or to Google the length of Ronald Reagan's presidency is a dick move. It's one thing if your players do this occasionally, or if it comes up when you get something wrong about one of their personal interests, but if they are pointing out mistakes all the time, that's mean-spirited as hell.

It's also deeply uncool if they can't let it go, or won't respect it when you tell them 'above the table' that you need them to just buy into the thing you're telling them even if it's wrong in real life. Sometimes we suspend disbelief for the sake of having a good time; if your players refuse to do that, the problem is them, not your lack of encyclopedic knowledge.

#dm advice #asked and answered

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talesofsorrowandofruin · 1 year

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No one tagged me. I’ve just written two Phileo scenes for Houses Full of Deceit and I want to share them :D

The first one, AKA “it’s a beautiful day in Enniskillen and you are a horrible assassin”:

When Phil answered the door she expected to see the postman. She did not expect to come face-to-face with Seo Yo-han. Especially when she hadn’t known he was in the country.

“Oh! Hello,” she said, bemused. He’d brought someone with him. Someone who hung around in the background with his hat pulled down over his eyes. Phil jumped to the most likely conclusion. “Are you investigating another murder?”

“Yes and no,” Yo-han said, which didn’t make much sense. “I’ve brought, ahem, someone who needs a safe place to stay. For a few days.”

Phil gave him a Look. It was the sort of Look meant to say, If you think I'm going to take in a random stranger who is possibly involved in a crime at a minute’s notice, you’ve got another think coming. She opted for a more tactful remark. “I’m sorry, you must have written but I haven’t got your letter.”

“We didn’t write,” the stranger said. His voice was familiar. Very familiar.

Yo-han wisely stepped out of the way. Phil marched up to the “stranger” with a grim expression.

He continued to speak, but his voice grew more unsteady with each word. “We didn’t have... time... to write... because...” He trailed off as Phil stopped in front of him. He pushed his hat back to reveal his face.

It had been three years since she’d seen him. His hair was dyed brown. He had either grown a moustache or was wearing a fake one. He was thinner than she remembered. But there was still no mistaking him.

Leopold Colman smiled sheepishly. “Hello, Miss Patton.”

Phil stared at him.

Then she punched him in the face.

“’Hello, Miss Patton’?” she repeated furiously as Leopold staggered back. “You killed my aunt, got me arrested and could damn well have got me hanged, then you disappear for years, rarely answer my letters, and when you finally come back all you can say is ‘Hello, Miss Patton’?”

“I answered your letters as often as I got them,” Leopold protested. “I don’t exactly have a permanent address.”

“No, you’re too busy touring the world and killing people!”

The second one, AKA “what’s in a name?”:

“What is your real name?” Phil asked curiously.

Leo was silent for so long that she thought she’d offended him. When she looked over she saw he had his face scrunched up in a ridiculously-adorable thoughtful expression.

“I don’t know,” he said at last. Phil’s eyebrows shot up. He hurried to explain. “I was never christened. Everyone at the... er... everyone around my mother just called me “boy”. My mother called me Jack one day and Pete the next. I assume she meant to name me John Peter. I couldn’t exactly ask her. She... had a disease. That damaged her mind. Some days she didn’t recognise me at all.”

Phil didn’t know what to say to that. ‘And I thought my childhood was bad’ was too tactless.

“Where did Leopold Colman come from, then?” she asked instead.

“I just liked the sound of Leopold, and I got Colman from a mustard jar*.”

*Colman’s mustard, founded in 1814 and still produced today. (Out of universe Leo’s surname comes from Ronald Colman, but he hadn’t become famous yet in the 1890s, so I had to find a different namesake for Leo to choose in-universe.)

Tagging @elshells, @akindofmagictoo, @eccaiia, @late-to-the-fandom, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

Adding Deceit’s taglist: @lightgriffinsect, @oh-no-another-idea, @kittensartswriting (Let me know if you want to be added to/removed from the taglist!)

#tag game #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: deceit #the case files of seo yo han

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 1 year

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[Political cartoons 2020] :: Los Angeles Sentinel :: David Brown

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Here is my principle: Taxes shall be levied according to ability to pay. That is the only American principle.

-Franklin D. Roosevelt

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

May 23, 2023

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

Both President Joe Biden and House speaker Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) have stated publicly that the U.S. will not default. They are negotiating over the budget. For my part, I’ve started to wonder if the whole debt ceiling crisis isn’t about Republicans’ determination to cut taxes for the wealthy at all costs. When Ronald Reagan called for tax cuts in 1980, he argued that tax cuts would concentrate money in private hands, enabling investors flush with cash to build the economy. That growth would keep tax revenues stable even with the lower rates. That was the argument, but it never came to pass. In fact, a 2022 study by political economists David Hope and Julian Limberg shows that “tax cuts for the rich…do not have any significant effect on economic growth or unemployment,” but they do “lead to higher income inequality in both the short- and medium-term.” Indeed, Estelle Sommeiller and Mark Price of the Economic Policy Institute, an independent, nonprofit think tank, noted in 2018 that 1% of all families in the U.S. take home 21% of all the income in the U.S., making 26.3 times more than the bottom 99%, whose average income is slightly more than $50,000 a year. On average in the U.S., someone would need an annual income of slightly more than $420,000 to be a member of that top 1%. In 2020, annual wages for the top 1% grew by 7.3% while those in the bottom 90% grew just 1.7%. A 2020 study by Carter C. Price and Kathryn A. Edwards of the RAND Corporation showed that the changing economic distribution systems of the past forty years have moved a staggering $50 trillion upward, out of the hands of the bottom 90% of Americans. (The national debt is currently about $31.5 trillion.) Nonetheless, today’s Republicans continue to insist that cutting taxes promotes growth. Today, Representative Bob Good (R-VA) talked over journalist Katy Tur to defend his support for extending the Trump tax cuts, which are due to expire in 2025 and which the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office estimates will add $3.5 trillion to the debt. Good insisted that tax cuts are “incentivizing the right things.” Leaving the White House today, McCarthy told reporters that he would not entertain rolling back the 2017 Trump tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations. “[T]he problem is not revenue,” he insisted. “The problem is spending.” But the Trump tax cuts and Trump's increased spending even before the pandemic ultimately added $7.8 trillion to the national debt, about $23,500 for every person in the country. The increase in the annual deficit under Trump was the third-biggest increase of any administration, relative to the size of the economy. He was beaten out only by George W. Bush and Abraham Lincoln. Bush, of course, led the U.S. into two foreign conflicts that were financed almost entirely through debt (in the past, the U.S. paid for war through taxes and war bonds), after Congress cut taxes by about 8% for the wealthiest Americans. Lincoln fought the Civil War. “It’s not that Americans are taxed too little, it’s that Washington spends too much,” Russ Vought, Trump’s acting budget director, wrote in 2019. He was defending Trump’s 5% budget cuts to nondefense discretionary spending. President Biden’s 2024 budget proposes to reduce the federal deficit by $3 trillion over the next decade by raising taxes on those who make more than $400,000 a year. His budget would effectively repeal the Trump tax cuts for the wealthy, restoring the top tax rate to 39.6% rather than the 37% the 2017 cuts established. It would also raise corporate taxes from 21%, to which the 2017 tax cuts dropped them, to 28%, lower than the high of 35% before the Trump tax cuts. Biden’s budget also calls for taxing capital gains at about the same rate as income for those making more than $1 million, and it calls for a new tax on unrealized capital gains. It also seeks to close loopholes that enable high earners to avoid taxes. Funding for the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) that was passed in the Inflation Reduction Act will enable the IRS to go after tax cheats who make more than $400,000 a year, netting an estimated $204 billion through 2031. But the Republicans say they will not agree to any tax hikes of any sort, and the right-wing extremists in the Freedom Caucus have said they would not agree to anything but the bill McCarthy muscled through the House by promising it would never become law. That bill, called Limit, Save, Grow, would cut discretionary government programs by at least 18%—more if Social Security, Medicare, and veterans’ benefits aren’t included. “My conservative colleagues for the most part support Limit, Save, Grow, and they don’t feel like we should negotiate with our hostage,” said right-wing Representative Matt Gaetz (R-FL). As Catherine Rampell of the Washington Post pointed out last week, the bill also forces Congress to approve every “major” regulation proposed by a government agency, with the recognition that Congress is unlikely to agree to any such regulation, thus unraveling the federal government. Senator Rick Scott (R-FL), who before the 2022 election called for sunsetting all laws every five years, forcing Congress to repass all discretionary spending, today fell back on the idea that Democrats calling for addressing the deficit through taxation are socialists. Poking fun at the recent travel advisories by LGBTQ, immigrant, and Black rights organizations warning against visiting Florida, he issued a “formal travel advisory” for “socialists” “in direct response to the Biden Administration attempts to erase capitalism and the system that has brought prosperity to Florida and the entire United States.” And yet it was the Republican Party that originally established the pattern of turning to increasing revenue to enable the government to meet its financial obligations, a pattern members of both parties relied on until 1981. Faced in 1861 with funding the Civil War, members of the Republican Party invented the U.S. income tax and graduated it to make sure that “the burdens will be more equalized on all classes of the community, more especially on those who are able to bear them,” as Senator William Pitt Fessenden (R-ME) put it. Justin Smith Morrill (R-VT) agreed. “The weight [of] taxation must be distributed equally,” he said, “Not upon each man an equal amount, but a tax proportionate to his ability to pay.” The government had a right to “demand” 99 percent of a man’s property for an urgent necessity, Morrill said. When the public required it, “the property of the people…belongs to the Government.” Far from objecting to taxes, Americans asked their congressmen to raise them, out of concern about the growing national debt. In 1864, Senator John P. Hale (R-NH) said: “The condition of the country is singular…I venture to say it is an anomaly in the history of the world. What do the people of the United States ask of this Congress? To take off taxes? No, sir, they ask you to put them on. The universal cry of this people is to be taxed.” Those taxes helped to pay for the war and, after it, to repay the debt. And in 1866, when Confederate-sympathizing Democrats tried to undermine support for the government by changing the terms of that debt to make it less valuable, Republicans wrote into the Constitution that “the validity of the public debt of the United States, authorized by law, including debts incurred for payment of pensions and bounties for services in suppressing insurrection or rebellion, shall not be questioned.”

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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The Hill: Congressional Black Caucus invites families impacted by police violence to State of the Union

RowVaughn Wells cries as she and her husband Rodney Wells attend the funeral service for her son Tyre Nichols at Mississippi Boulevard Christian Church in Memphis, Tenn., on Wednesday, Feb. 1, 2023. Nichols died following a brutal beating by Memphis police after a traffic stop. (Andrew Nelles/The Tennessean via AP, Pool)

Members of the Congressional Black Caucus (CBC) have invited families that have lost loved ones at the hands of police to be their guests at President Biden’s State of the Union on Tuesday.

The parents and siblings of George Floyd, Eric Garner, Walter Scott, Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Ronald Greene and others will join members of the caucus, including House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries (D-N.Y.), on Capitol Hill Tuesday night.

RowVaughn and Rodney Wells, the mother and stepfather of Tyre Nichols, will attend the speech as guests of Rep. Steven Horsford (D-Nev.), who is chairman of the CBC. They will sit in first lady Jill Biden’s box during the speech, according to theGrio.

theGrio also reported that Horsford will hold a closed-door roundtable with CBC members and the families so elected leaders can “hear directly from those constituents who…have been impacted by policing in America.”

The caucus met with Biden last week to discuss the need for police reform after harrowing video footage showed Nichols beaten by five police officers in Memphis.

“My hope is this dark memory [of Nichols’s death] spurs some action that we’ve all been fighting for,” Biden told the CBC members.

“We got to stay at it, as long as it takes,” he added.

Caucus members and Democrats in both chambers have called for police reform since the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, Minn., in 2020.

Their legislation, the George Floyd Justice in Policing Act, has stalled in Congress. In addition to banning chokeholds and no-knock warrants, the bill would end qualified immunity and prohibit racial and religious profiling by law enforcement officers.

But Republicans argue the bill goes too far, and though Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Texas) is expected to reintroduce the bill with an added “Tyre Nichols Duty to Intervene” amendment after the State of the Union address, it’s unlikely to move forward in a GOP-controlled House.

“The death of Tyre Nichols is yet another example of why we need action,” Horsford told Biden in the meeting last week. “You’ve already led on the action we’ve been able to take on executive order. We need your help on legislative action to…make public safety the priority.”

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THE DUNWICH HORROR (1970) – Episode 191 – Decades Of Horror 1970s

“The Old Ones are not truly dead. They only sleep. It is a dreamless oblivion, stretching on and on towards vast eternity!” Eternal, dreamless oblivion? That’s a hard pass. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they enroll at Miskatonic University to study The Dunwich Horror (1970).

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 191 – The Dunwich Horror (1970)

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Wilbur Whateley travels to Miskatonic University to borrow the legendary Necronomicon. But, little does anyone know, Whateley isn’t quite human.

Director: Daniel Haller

Writers: Curtis Hanson, Henry Rosenbaum, Ronald Silkosky; H.P. Lovecraft (based on the story by)

Music by: Les Baxter

Title Design by: Sandy Dvore

Poster Art by: Reynold Brown

Selected Cast:

Sandra Dee as Nancy Wagner

Dean Stockwell as Wilbur Whateley

Ed Begley as Dr. Henry Armitage

Lloyd Bochner as Dr. Cory

Sam Jaffe as Old Whateley

Joanne Moore Jordan as Lavinia Whateley (as Joanna Moore Jordan)

Donna Baccala as Elizabeth Hamilton

Talia Shire as Nurse Cora (credited as Talia Coppola)

Michael Fox as Dr. Raskin

Jason Wingreen as Sheriff Harrison

Barboura Morris as Mrs. Cole

Beach Dickerson as Mr. Cole

Michael Haynes as Guard

Toby Russ as Librarian

Jack Pierce as Reeger

Set your H.P. Lovecraft expectations aside and you just might enjoy The Dunwich Horror. The film features a great cast, including Sandra Dee, Dean Stockwell, Ed Begley, Lloyd Bochner, Sam Jaffe, and Talia Shire. While the results may not be 100% successful, the cinematography looks spectacular, the often cliché visual effects are used creatively, and the direction is spot on. Could a 1970 film adapt Lovecraft more faithfully at that time? It’s hard to say. Lovecraft is a tricky beast to translate cinematically. Regardless, the poster from Reynold Brown is phenomenal. Check out what the Grue-Crew has to say. Enjoy!

At the time of this writing, The Dunwich Horror is available to stream free with ads from PlutoTV and PPV from Amazon and Apple TV. The film is also available as a Blu-ray from Arrow Video.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the Grue-Crew change it up for their next episode with a bit of a treat, welcoming director John D. Hancock to discuss his first feature film, Let’s Scare Jessica to Death (1971), and of course other aspects of his career. This will be fun!

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at [email protected].

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Hey Lex, it is so funny to see how Ron copes with those little childish jealousies of his about Dais and Lieb. I've pictured this scene where Nixon is brazenly eyeing Daisy (bc he senses she's the apple of Ron's eye) and then asking Speirs 'btw, Lieutenant Clarke...' How would that end? ; ) If you wish <333

okay so I was initially gonna answer this just as a regular QnA but ... writing a Drabble about it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. So tonight we present: instigating Nix, oblivious Daisy, and a very disgruntled Ronald Speirs below the cut.

Lieutenant Clarke — how many times had he heard that name since reaching Holland?

If he was being completely honest, he’d heard it before Holland too, technically. He’d heard her first name, “Daisy” in passing from some of the NCOs, heard Captain Brant talk of her kindly, that sort of thing. Putting a name to a face came later down the line, in Holland; a pretty woman with dark eyes and dark hair and the same disposition of the girls his mother used to introduce him to at dinner parties. The calm, collected types, who didn’t wanna be there either. From what Lewis could gather, she was kind of like those teachers everyone liked in grade school. Pretty and nice, and from his own observations, one of those women who took her job very seriously.

He’d seen an illustration once, in a newspaper, of some nurse overlooking a wounded soldier titled GI Angel. It seemed like Lieutenant Clarke was trying to live up to that — everywhere at once. If there was a wounded man, she was the first one there, treating him. In that way, she reminded him of one of their medics, Eugene Roe, who always seemed to be right there when you needed him. It also explained how so many of the men knew her name, and had opinions about her.

Lewis prided himself on his knack for knowing things and noticing things, and in these situations he tends to feel a little bit of pride in his own watchful eyes.

So he already knows that the nurse has garnered her fair share of attention from the men without meaning to. He already knows that despite their closeness, Liebgott and her probably have nothing going on. Just like he knows that Dick’s gaze has been fixed on Captain Brant since Aldbourne, last December — even if he can’t admit to that himself quite yet.

And he knows that right now — this impassive, neutral look on Ron’s face is about as soft as he’s ever seen the man, and it’s a look directed towards no one but the pretty dark-haired nurse talking to a woman with freckles and light brown hair. Kegley, Lewis recalls, remembering Captain Brant calling for her at some point when they were in Uden.

He likes to think that he knows Ron fairly well at this point; they'd spent several months together when he got moved to staff after D-Day, preparing for this very operation. He’s never been the most expressive guy, but his tongue was sharp and he was damn smart too, much more bearable than some of the men Nixon had been dealing with up until that point. Lewis’ gaze falls back to Clarke. She’s got blood on her clothes and on her hands, helmet tucked under one arm and nodding along to whatever Kegley’s saying with an intense kind of eye contact that also reminds him vaguely of Ron. But then the woman breaks out into that lovely grin, and even from their distance he can make out the faint sound of her laugh.

Next to him, he hears Ron let out a sharp exhale through the nose. A lightbulb goes off.

“So Ron… what’d you think my chances are?” Ron turns to look at him, and he watches for a moment as Ron’s gaze turns back to Clarke, and back to him.

“With what?”

“That nurse,” Lewis states, “The ah… one on the left.” Another double-take from the Lieutenant, and then—

“Lieutenant Clarke? No shot.” He says it definitively. Lewis then turns to look at him fully, feigning confusion at the response.

“And why do you say that?” Ron’s brows knit together, and he bites his lip for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

“Don’t you have a wife, Nix?”

“Hasn’t stopped me before, Sparky.”

“No woman in their right mind is gonna sleep with a married guy,” And it's subtle, but Lewis can make out that sort of ardor in his voice that suggests it’s more than just looking out for a nurse he hardly knows. Lewis smiles in spite of Ron’s smoldering stare. If a look could kill, Lewis would probably be dead. Luckily, he’s gotten used to Ron’s hard looks.

“Didn’t think you’d care this much. You interested in the angel over there? I don’t see a ring on her finger. But I bet you already knew that,” Ron says nothing, but he doesn’t miss the way the man’s gaze falls on the woman again, lips pressing into a thin line. She’s none the wiser — throwing her arm around her friend’s shoulders, jostling them as the two women exit out a different door. Only then, as the door shuts, does he seem to snap out of his trance. He returns his attention to Lewis, still half-scowling.

“It isn’t like that. Did Mihok bring you that intelligence report or do I actually have to do everything myself?” But Lewis only grins wider as Ron waits for his reply, with arms folded across his chest.

I think it’s very much like that, Ronald Speirs.

#*poet writes #ship: daisy/ron #and in case you were wondering #yes this is canon #local intelligence officers lurk in the shadows like loser freaks #( affectionate )#Ron: just because I know its like that doesn't mean im gonna SAY its like that #ch: daisy clarke #lewis nixon

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The Tragic Life of Lady Jane Grey by Beverley Adams (published Aug. 30, 2024) // All His Spies: The Secret World of Robert Cecil by Stephen Alford (published Jul. 4, 2024) // Dancing With Diana: A Memoir by Anne Allan (published Sep. 10, 2024)

Son of Prophecy: The Rise of Henry Tudor by Nathen Amin (published Jul. 15, 2024) // Planning the Murder of Anne Boleyn by Caroline Angus (published Aug. 30, 2024) // The Last Days of Richard III and the fate of his DNA by John Ashdown-Hill (new paperback version published Sep. 26, 2024)

The Fall of Egypt and the Rise of Rome: A History of the Ptolemies by Guy de la Bedoyere (published Sep. 10, 2024) // Richard Beauchamp: Medieval England's Greatest Knight by David Brindley (new paperback version published Aug. 29, 2024) // A Voyage Around the Queen by Craig Brown (published Aug. 29, 2024)

Henry III: Reform, Rebellion, Civil War, Settlement, 1258-1272 by David Carpenter (new paperback version published Sep. 24, 2024) // Stuart Spouses: A Compendium of Consorts from James I of Scotland to Queen Anne of Great Britain by Heather R. Darsie (published Sep. 30, 2024) // Prince Eugene of Savoy: A Genius for War Against Louis XIV and the Ottoman Empire by James Falkner (published Aug. 30, 2024)

Normal Women: From the Number One Bestselling Author Comes 900 Years of Women Making History by Philippa Gregory (new paperback version published Sep. 26, 2024) // The Romanovs: Imperial Russia and Ruling the Empire, 1613-1917 by Professor Lindsey Hughes, Professor Erika Monahan (2nd edition published Sep. 19, 2024) // Lady Pamela: My Mother's Extraordinary Years as Daughter to the Viceroy of India, Lady-in-Waiting to the Queen, and Wife of David Hicks by India Hicks (published Sep. 3, 2024)

Hannibal and Scipio: Parallel Lives by Simon Hornblower (published Sep. 26, 2024) // Oliver Cromwell: Commander in Chief by Ronald Hutton (published Aug. 27, 2024) // Catherine, the Princess of Wales: The Biography by Robert Jobson (published Aug. 1, 2024)

Henry V: The Astonishing Rise of England's Greatest Warrior King by Dan Jones (published Sep. 12, 2024) // Courtiers: Intrigue, Ambition, and the Power Players Behind the House of Windsor by Valentine Low (new paperback version published Sep. 17, 2024) // Kings & Queens: The Real Lives of the English Monarchs by Ann MacMillan, Peter Snow (new paperback version published Sep. 12, 2024)

The Romanovs Under House Arrest: The Russian Revolution and A Royal Family’s Imprisonment in their Palace by Mickey Mayhew (published Aug. 30, 2024) // Queen Victoria's Favourite Granddaughter: Princess Victoria of Hesse and by Rhine, the Most Consequential Royal You Never Knew by Ilana D. Miller (published Aug. 19, 2024) // Cooking and the Crown: Royal recipes from Queen Victoria to King Charles III by Tom Parker Bowles (published Sep. 26, 2024)

Pure Wit: The Revolutionary Life of Margaret Cavendish by Francesca Peacock (new paperback version published Sep. 12, 2024) // Henry VIII and the Plantagenet Poles: The Rise and Fall of a Dynasty by Adam Pennington (Sep. 30, 2024) // Everyday Life in Tudor London: Life in the City of Thomas Cromwell, William Shakespeare & Anne Boleyn by Stephen Porter (new paperback version published Aug. 15, 2024)

Kingmaker: Pamela Churchill Harriman's Astonishing Life of Seduction, Intrigue and Power by Sonia Purnell (published Sep. 19, 2024) // The Secret Diary of Queen Camilla by Hilary Rose (published Sep. 26, 2024) // Adventures in Time: Heroes: The Box Set by Dominic Sandbrook (published Aug. 29, 2024)

Adventures in Time: Heroines: The Box Set by Dominic Sandbrook (published Aug. 29, 2024) // Justinian: Emperor, Soldier, Saint by Professor Peter Sarris (new paperback version published Sep. 12, 2024) // Women in the Valley of the Kings: The Untold Story of Women Egyptologists in the Gilded Age by Kathleen Sheppard (published Aug. 19, 2024)

Marriage, Tudor Style: Love, Hate & Scandal by Sylvia Barbara Soberton (published Jul. 29, 2024) // A History of the Roman Empire in 21 Women by Emma Southon (new paperback version published Jul. 4, 2024) // A Rome of One's Own: The Forgotten Women of the Roman Empire by Emma Southon (new paperback version published Sep. 17, 2024)

Cleopatra: The Woman Behind the Stories by Alexandra Stewart and Hannah Peck (published Aug. 15, 2024) // The Wisest Fool: The Lavish Life of James VI and I by Steven Veerapen (new paperback version published Sep. 5, 2024) // The King's Loot: The Greatest Royal Jewellery Heist in History by Richard Wallace (published Aug. 8, 2024)

The Beaumonts: Kings of Jerusalem by Kathryn Warner (published Sep. 30, 2024) // Emperor of the Seas: Kublai Khan and the Making of China by Jack Weatherford (published Sep. 26, 2024) // Ravenous: A Life of Barbara Villiers, Charles II's Most Infamous Mistress by Andrea Zuvich (published Jul. 30, 2024)

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This brand-new book is the perfect thing to pick up to cap off summer! Scars Publications just released the Down in the Dirt‘s May-August 2024 issue collection book “A Library of Collaboration”! This 422-page volume is a great way to stock up on issues if you didn’t buy all of the issues making this a GREAT deal! A listing of all the contributors and titles is available at Scars online, and authors are also listed in the description now online through Amazon throughout the U.S. and Canada. They can also be ordered in the U.K., all of Europe, and even Japan and Australia!

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https://scars.tv/2024May-August-issue-collection-book/A_Library_of_Collaboration.htm

The contributors to this book (of writing and art) include A.R. Williams, Alan Ford, Alexandra Dark, Angela Carrozza, Anthony Thomas Voglino, April Fikstad, April Goodwin, Bill Tope, Binod Dawadi, Brenda Mox, Brian Beatty, Brian Connelly, Cailey Tin, Cameron D. Alexander, Camille Akers, Chitralekha Hore, Christopher Strople, Ciara M. Blecka, Clarence Allan Ebert, Clive Aaron Gill, Corey Smith, Corey Villas, Daniel de Culla, David J Tate, David Sapp, David Sowards, Debra Wilson Frank, Devin Sparkman, Dick Yaeger, Donald Reed Greenwood, Dorthy LaVern McCarthy, Doug Hawley, Douglas Young, Dr. Adyasha Acharya, Drew Marshall, DS Maolalai, Duane Anderson, Edward Michael O’Durr Supranowicz, Eleanor Leonne Bennett, Elena Botts, Eric Brown, Erik Priedkalns, George Beckerman, Gil Hoy, Greg Beckman, Hannah Ferris, Hasan Chaudhry, Helen Bird, Holly Day, Isabel G. de Diego, J. Ray Paradiso, Jackie Bayless, Jake C. Elliott, James Bates, James Nelli, Janet Kuypers, Jerry Guarino, Joan Mach, John F. McMullen, John Farquhar Young, John Grey, John Riebow, John Zedolik, Joy Myers, June Wolfman, Justine Fleming, Kassan Jahmal Kassim, Katarina Pavicic-Ivelja, Ken Weiss, Kris Green, Kyle Hemmings, Kyle Trenka, L. Sydney Abel, Latoya Kidd, Laura Bota, Lee Hammerschmidt, Madelyne Timmons, Mark Pearce, Mark Wolters, Marvin Reif, Matthew McAyeal, Megan Mealor, Michael Gigandet, Mike Rader, Mykyta Ryzhykh, Norm Hudson, Oleksandr Gorpynich, Olivia G. Benson, Olivier Schopfer, Paul Stansbury, R.T. Castleberry, Raha.M, ReLand, Richard K. Williams, Ronald Hernandez, Roseann Bauer, Rowan Tate, Roy N. Mason, Rykard Plaque, Salvatore Folisi, Sandip Saha, Sarah Das Gupta, Scott Taylor, Sean Meggeson, Shawn McMichael, Shontay Luna, Simon Kaeppeli, Steevie Karnes, Sterling Warner, Steven Grogan, Susie Gharib, Terry Sanville, Tom Ball, Toney Dimos, Tony Covatta, Vern Fein, and Westley Heine.

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A trio of female soul singers cross over to the pop charts in the early 1960s, facing their own personal struggles along the way. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Curtis Taylor Jr.: Jamie Foxx Deena Jones: Beyoncé James “Thunder” Early: Eddie Murphy Marty Madison: Danny Glover Effie White: Jennifer Hudson Lorrell Robinson: Anika Noni Rose C.C. White: Keith D. Robinson Michelle Morris: Sharon Leal Wayne: Hinton Battle Magic: Mariah Iman Wilson May: Yvette Cason Max Washington: Ken Page M.C.: Ralph Louis Harris Tiny Joe Dixon: Michael-Leon Wooley Jazz Singer: Loretta Devine Jerry Harris: John Lithgow Sam Walsh: John Krasinski Ronald White: Alexander Folk Aunt Ethel: Esther Scott Miami Comic: Bobby Slayton Teddy Campbell: Jordan Wright Melba Early: Dawnn Lewis Talent Booker: Jaleel White Joann: JoNell Kennedy Charlene: Sybyl Walker Stepp Sister: Lesley Nicole Lewis Stepp Sister: Eboni Nichols Stepp Sister: Arike Rice Stepp Sister: Fatima Robinson Little Albert: Aakomon Jones Tru-Tone: Bernard Fowler Tru-Tone: Anwar Burton Tru-Tone: Tyrell Washington Dave: Rory O’Malley Sweetheart: Laura Bell Bundy Sweetheart: Anne Elizabeth Warren David Bennett: Ivar Brogger Jimmy’s Piano Player: Daren A. Herbert Elvis Kelly: Jocko Sims Rhonda: Pam Trotter Janice: Cleo King Club Manager: Eddie Mekka Case Worker: Alejandro Furth TV Reporter: Dilva Henry American Bandstand Producer: Vince Grant Nicky Cassaro: Robert Cicchini TV Director: Thomas Crawford Carl: Charles Jones Technical Director: Robert Curtis Brown Tania Williams: Stephanie Owens Man with Gun: Gilbert Glenn Brown Stagehand: Marty Ryan Detroit Reporter: Michael Villani Chicago Deejay: Gregg Berger L.A. Deejay: Daniel Riordan Photographer: David James Promo Film Narrator (voice): Paul Kirby Security Guard: Derick Alexander Curtis’ Secretary: Yvette Nicole Brown Go-Go Dancer: Nancy Anderson Go-Go Dancer: Joelle Cosentino Go-Go Dancer: Lisa Eaton Go-Go Dancer: Clare Kutsko Go-Go Dancer: Tracy Phillips Go-Go Dancer: Kelleia Sheerin Campbell Connection Dancer: Mykel Brooks Campbell Connection Dancer: Johnny Erasme Campbell Connection Dancer: Cory Graves Campbell Connection Dancer: J.R. Taylor Bad Side Dancer: Corinthea Henderson Bad Side Dancer: Craig Hollamon Bad Side Dancer: Reginald Jackson Bad Side Dancer: Chuck Maldonado Bad Side Dancer: Anthony Rue II Bad Side Dancer: John Silver Bad Side Dancer: Larry Sims Bad Side Dancer: Black Thomas Bad Side Dancer: Kevin Wilson Bad Side Dancer: Adrian Wiltshire Bad Side Dancer: Earl Wright Bad Side Dancer: Russell “Goofy” Wright Disco Dancer: Dominic Chaiduang Disco Dancer: Jose Cueva Disco Dancer: Omhmar Griffin Disco Dancer: Sky Hoffmann Disco Dancer: Trevor Lopez-Daggett Disco Dancer: Leo Moctezuma Disco Dancer: Gabriel Paige Disco Dancer: Terrance Spencer Disco Dancer: Tony Testa Disco Dancer: Quinton Weathers Disco Dancer: Jull Weber Disco Dancer: Marcel Wilson Jimmy’s Band: Stevie Ray Anthony Jimmy’s Band: Matthew Dickens Jimmy’s Band: Jerohn Garnett Jimmy’s Band: Mario Mosley Jimmy’s Band: Jimmy R.O. Smith Film Crew: Casting: Debra Zane Set Decoration: Nancy Haigh Executive Producer: Patricia Whitcher Producer: David Geffen Foley Artist: Catherine Harper Foley Artist: Christopher Moriana Producer: Laurence Mark Director: Bill Condon Musical: Tom Eyen Director of Photography: Tobias A. Schliessler Editor: Virginia Katz Original Music Composer: Henry Krieger Production Design: John Myhre Costume Design: Sharen Davis Digital Intermediate: Stefan Sonnenfeld Dialogue Editor: Kimberly Lowe Voigt Sound Effects Editor: George Simpson Stunts: Dick Ziker Makeup Artist: Judy Murdock Stunts: John Cenatiempo Second Unit Director of Photography: Dino Parks Assistant Costume Designer: Lizz Wolf First Assistant Editor: Ian Slater Casting Associate: Jeremy Rich Casting Associate: Tannis Vallely Music Arranger: Harvey Mason Gaffer: Newton TerMeer Assistant Art Director: Jann K. Engel Costume Supervisor: Elaine Ramires Sound Effects Editor: Donald Flick Script Supervisor: Carolyn Tolley Choreographer: Aakomon Jones Camer...

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"SIX YOUNG LADS ADMIT OFFENCES IN COURT TO-DAY," Hamilton Spectator. August 3, 1943. Page 26. ---- Defence Counsel Urge That Corporal Punishment Be Inflicted ---- GANG SAID ACTIVE ---- Six youths ranging from 16 to 18 years of age appeared in court this morning on charges of shopbreaking and theft and taking cars with out the consent of the owners. Before Magistrate James McKay they all pleaded guilty to joint and sерarate charges which arose out of the break-in of Bob's Lunch, James street north, and two cars taken from the city streets without the owners consent.

The accused, John Brandino, 16, of 26 Barton street east; Albert Murphy, 17, of 49 Francia street; James Pearson, 16, of 96 Jackson street west; Ronald Laufman, 17, of 26 Wood street; Ernest Smith, 17, of 148 Emerald street north, and Angelo Buttaro, 17, of 347 Huglison street north, were termed by one defending lawyer, Henry Schreiber, as "a bad gang getting together having bad ideas," and as well told the packed court that there was a lack of parental control and chastisement.

Fire Led to Arrests Pearson, Smith, Laufman and Buttaro, who were guilty of break- ing into Bob's Lunch, were arrest ed on the morning of July 28 short- by after they had made the break-in. Constable George Catin said he and two other officers had found a fire burning at a vacant lot on Plymouth street and on investigating found that several empty cigarette and candy cartons had bear burnt. Later the investigating officers learned of the break-in.

Constable Catin said the youths had gained entrance to the restaurant by forcing a rear window and once inside had ransacked the shelves and drawers and also amash ed open a pin-ball machine and music-box, from which they took the cash contents. He said it was alleged that $400 in cash and $259 in cigarettes had been removed by the accused, but the lads denied this and when they were apprehended very little money was found on them. Only $40 worth of cigarettes was recovered, testified the officer.

Constable Catin described these youths as only a small part of a large gang who refuse to work and run loose at night.

Acting Detective Arther Robson, who investigated the break-in at Canadian Cottons Limited, said that Pearson and Laufman had admit ted to him that they and several other lads, juveniles, had entered the premises July 20 and had stolen a small sum of money and candy, amounting to $15. He said that Laufman, Pearson and Brandino lind admitted taking a car from MacNab street north the night of July 24 and driving to Welland. On returning to Hamilton the youths abandoned the car, testified the officer.

The car used on the night of July 28, which was abandoned on Plymouth street, was taken by Buttaro, Pearson and Laufman, all of whom admitted the offence. Smith, who was also charged with taking the auto, was not prosecuted because it was learned by the officers that he had not been with the accused at this point of the evening.

Originally charges of car theft had been laid against those involved, but were reduced to "taking without consent" by Hugh Brown, assistant crown attorney.

J. D. Sullivan acted as defence counsel for Buttaro, while Henry Schreiber acted for the other five accused. Both suggested to His Honour that corporal punishment be imposed. The six youths were remanded to August 10 for sentence.

Sent to Kingston A three-year penitentiary sentence was imposed on Maurice Collins, 26, of Montreal, alias Pte. J. L Barr, R.C.A., stationed at St. Jerome, Que., [pictured] who pleaded guilty on July 10 to robbing Albert Sharples, Grand Hotel, a taxi-driver, of his car and $8 in cash on the Beach road early July 10.

William Clark, Toronto, convicted of stealing two raincoats from the residence of Frank Weaver, 3 Emerald street south, was sentenced to serve nine months definite and one months indeterminate in the Ontario reformatory.

Clark told His Honour that he was intoxicated, and otherwise would not have committed the offence. After sentence was imposed the accused pleaded for a straight sentence, because, he said, "I wouldn't make a parole," referring to his past misconduct.

John Wilson, 141 Rebecca street, convicted of an assault charge and fined $5 and $10 costs, or 21 days in jail.

Nora Sanford, 276 Wellington street north, convicted of vagrancy, was remanded to August 11 for sentence.

Harold Hickey, 26 Barton street east, was acquitted of receiving a stolen gasolene ration book.

[AL: Collins was 30, single, as noted a seaman in the Merchant marine, and according to his own admission, an 'intemperate' drinker. Collins had been in penitentiary in Laval twice before, and was from Montreal. Collins was convict #7390 at Kingston Penitentiary, and worked as a carpenter. He was reported seven times for misconduct and refusal to work. He was released December 1945.]

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MARIE SPENGLER - OC INFO

FULL NAME: Marie Rae Spengler

NICKNAMES: Sisi (by Callie), Mimi (by Cathleen), Brown Eyes (by Julian), Dear Friend (by Ariadne), Sweet Child (by Ariadne), Brainiac Junior (by Peter), Freak (by Summerville citizens), Dirt Farmer's Daughter (by Summerville citizens)

FACECLAIM: Kara Lindsay

FANDOM: Ghostbusters (1984-1989; 2021)

BIRTHDAY: January 1st, 1990

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn

SEXUALITY: Demisexual

GENDER: Female (she/her/hers)

OCCUPATION: Assistant professor of psychology at USC (2018-2020, lost job due to COVID), virtual lab researcher at Cornell University (2020-2021), Adjunct professor at Columbia University (2022-currently), Ghostbuster (2021-currently)

BIRTHPLACE: Manhattan, New York City, New York

LIVES IN: Manhattan, New York City, New York (birth-age 3, age 28-31, age 32-currently) || Summerville, Oklahoma (age 3-16, age 31-32) || Stanford, California (age 16-19) || Chicago, Illinois (age 19-23) || Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (age 23-28)

NATIONALITY: American

FAMILY:

Julian Matthews (lover/partner/significant other)

Egon Julian "E.J." Spengler (son)

Hazel Spengler (daughter)

Elijah Spengler (son)

Egon Spengler (father, died 2021)

Cathleen Paige Spengler (mother)

Callie Spengler (older sister)

Unnamed ex-brother-in-law

Trevor Spengler (nephew)

Phoebe Spengler (niece)

Edison Spengler, Sr. (paternal grandfather), deceased 1983)

Ruth Spengler [nee Westelman] (paternal grandmother, deceased 2001)

Elon Spengler (paternal uncle, deceased 2014)

Noelle Spengler [nee Rosenfeld] (paternal aunt)

Edison Spengler, Jr. (paternal cousin)

Cyrus Spengler (great uncle, deceased 2002)

Benjamin Paige (maternal grandfather, died 1988)

Colleen Paige [nee Tillens] (maternal grandmother, died 2008)

David Paige (maternal uncle)

Joanne Paige [nee Vogel] (maternal aunt)

Jill Paige (maternal cousin)

Mark Paige (maternal cousin)

Mitchell Paige (maternal cousin)

Lucinda “Cindy” Paige (maternal cousin)

Christopher Paige (maternal cousin)

Theresa Paige (maternal cousin)

Sharon Paige (maternal cousin)

Caroline Tiffin [nee Paige] (maternal aunt)

Glenn Tiffin (maternal uncle)

Ronald Tiffin (maternal cousin)

Anthony Tiffin (maternal cousin)

Jackson “Sonny” Tiffin (maternal cousin)

Abel Paige (maternal uncle)

Rebecca Paige [nee O'Connor] (maternal aunt)

Loretta Paige (maternal cousin)

Erika Paige (maternal cousin)

Dominic Paige (maternal cousin)

Eleanor Paige (maternal cousin)

Melanie Paige (maternal cousin)

Katrina Paige (maternal cousin)

Constance “Connie” Whelan [nee Paige] (maternal aunt)

Douglas Whelan (maternal uncle)

Monty Whelan (maternal cousin)

Timothy Whelan (maternal cousin)

Gina Whelan (maternal cousin)

Felicity Whelan (maternal cousin)

Adam Paige (maternal uncle)

Helen Paige [nee Rafferty] (maternal aunt)

Olivia Paige (maternal cousin)

Holly Paige (maternal cousin)

Cynthia Paige (maternal aunt)

Peter Venkman (honorary uncle)

Dana Barrett (honorary aunt)

Oscar Venkman [born Wallance, formerly Barrett] (honorary cousin)

Eliana “Elly” Venkman (honorary cousin)

Andrew Venkman (honorary cousin)

Kelly Venkman (honorary cousin)

Ray Stantz (honorary uncle)

Willow Olson (honorary aunt)

Addison Stantz (honorary cousin)

Natalie Stantz (honorary cousin)

Grace Stantz (honorary cousin)

Janine Melnitz (honorary aunt)

Louis Tully (honorary uncle)

Lily Tully (honorary cousin)

MOODBOARD

CHARACTERISTICS: Intelligent, academic, plucky, organized, reserved, brilliant, bright, tortured, stoic, self-sacrificial, cocky, poised

LIKES: Science, occult, classic literature, spending time with her father, playing the piano, playing the violin, baking, libraries, theater, working in the lab with her father and with Phoebe, atmospheric music, Julian's voice

DISLIKES: Being bullied, Summerville, Gozer the Gozerian, the Peck family, Callie's ex-husband, how clingy Lily can be, being touched when she's feeling overstimulated

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

PKE Meter

Proton Pack

Ghost Trap

Gigameter

Tobin's Spirit Guide

Occult Reference Net

OTHER PERSONAL INFO:

Was diagnosed as autistic around her second birthday.

Graduated from high school as valedictorian at age 16, completed her bachelor's degree in theoretical physics at Stanford in just one year, completed her master's degree in both criminology and psychology from Stanford at age 19, completed her first PhD in psychology from Northwestern University at 23, completed her second PhD in parapsychology from Drexel University at age 27, and received her third PhD in nuclear engineering through an accelerated doctorate program at age 28.

Was born in the early hours of 1990 following the defeat of Vigo the Carpathian.

During her time at Northwestern, she saw Callie in a grocery store with five-year-old Trevor and two-year-old Phoebe. The sisters were estranged at the time, so Marie did not approach them, and left before Callie could see her.

Fluent in Hebrew, Yiddish, French, German, Spanish, Dutch, European and Latin Spanish, Flemish, Irish Gaelic, Scottish Gaelic, German, Greek, Italian, Portuguese, Dutch, Latin, and Sumerian

INSPIRATION: Katherine Plumber Pulitzer (Newsies), Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine Nine), Jemilla (Firebringer), Temperance "Bones" Brennan (Bones), Nina Rosario (In The Heights), Will Graham (Hannibal), Marian Paroo (The Music Man), Dr. Elizabeth Weir (Stargate: Atlantis)

NAME ANALYSIS:

Playlist available here

#Ghostbusters #Ella's OCs #Kara Lindsay #Ghostbusters IDW #Ghostbusters: Afterlife #Ghostbusters 1984 #Ghostbusters II #Cathleen Lives AU #Marie Spengler #OC: Marie Spengler

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