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caitlesshea · 4 years

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the way you showed me you care

“Shit.”

Booker jumps about a half foot in the air and almost falls off the couch at the sound of his phone ringing. It’s been months since anyone has contacted him, so long that he was beginning to wonder why he even kept it charged.

In some self sacrificial moments he thought about changing his number so they couldn’t contact him, tricking himself into thinking they would.

He fumbles forward and goes to answer when it blessedly stops ringing. Just because it takes an insane amount of alcohol for him to get drunk doesn’t mean he hasn’t spent the last couple of months trying.

Just as he lays back down on the couch it rings again and when he goes to answer it his stomach sinks.

Copley.

“What?” Booker growls into the phone and the voice on the other end just sighs.

“How soon can you get to London?”

“Why? Is Andy?”

“Everyone’s fine.”

Booker releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding and rubs his forehead until he calms down.

“Then why?”

“London. How long?”

Booker holds his phone in front of him, trying to figure out the time and what day it is.

“Give me a couple of hours.”

“Fine. You remember how to get to my place?”

“How could I forget?” Booker responds dryly and he’s only slightly disappointed when Copley doesn’t say anything back.

“Do you need anything? Money?”

Booker swallows at the softness in Copley’s voice. They’ve always had a friendly enough relationship, one doesn’t get to the point of asking someone to help you end it all without being somewhat close. They always understood each other in that regard.

“That’s the last thing I need. I’ll see you tonight.”

Booker hangs up before Copley can say anything and he smiles as his email pings with a train ticket to London and a rental car reservation.

He takes one last look at his shitty apartment and grabs the duffel bag he’s had packed since he first got to Paris.

At the last minute he picks up the copy of Don Quixote that Andy gave him and shoves it into his bag before grabbing his keys and his current passport, a French one, for once.

Something about being exiled for a hundred years makes him want to be sentimental. And drunk. But he figures he can drink on the train.

In what feels like no time at all he’s pulling up to Copley’s weirdly modern house in the outskirts of London. Booker tries not to think about what Copley could possibly want, especially considering he dragged Booker to London for it. Before he even turns off the engine Copley is outside waiting for him.

“You made it.”

“Very astute of you.”

Copley rolls his eyes and Booker follows Copley into his house, setting his bag down on the couch.

“Gonna tell me why I’m here?”

“I need your help.”

“My help?” Booker asks as Copley hands him a glass of scotch.

Booker looks around Copley’s office, weird detective board still firmly in place, and waits for Copley to answer.

When it seems like Copley isn’t going to say anything anytime soon, Booker walks over to the board, heart clenching at seeing Andy’s, Nicky’s, and Joe’s faces reflected back at him.

“None of me?”

“You told me you were immortal. I didn’t really need to do any research on you.”

“Mmm.” Booker swirls the drink in his glass and smirks.

“Couldn’t figure out my real name could you?”

Copley smiles and Booker shakes his head as he laughs.

“You’re very good.”

“Oh, I know.”

Copley smirks at him and Booker feels himself relax for the first time in months.

“So, my help?”

“There’s a job.” Copley hands him an iPad and Booker looks it over. “Andy agreed, but I need supplies and I don’t want to put them on the radar of any of my contacts.”

Booker raises an eyebrow at that and he swears he can see regret in Copley’s eyes.

“Joe and Nicky can get them. They know who we used.”

“Joe and Nicky?”

“Just because they’re super old doesn’t mean they can’t use a computer.”

“But Andy?”

“Oh, yeah, Andy’s terrible.” Booker walks over to sit in one of the chairs as Copley takes the other. “But Joe and Nicky aren’t half bad and I’m sure Nile is even better.”

“Nile. A millennial she is.”

Booker laughs and hands back the iPad. “She giving you trouble?”

“She just wants to have social media, wants to see her family, the usual.”

“Well, Nicky and Joe have an Instagram.”

“They what?” Copley looks like his eyes are going to bug out of his head and Booker rolls his eyes as he opens his phone.

“Not in their names or anything. It’s one of those couple’s accounts. They never show their faces and Nicky thinks he’s funny, posting old photos of them, making people think it’s a filter instead of a yellowed Polaroid.”

“Jesus.”

“Just give Nile some ground rules.”

“And the family part?”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask.”

“Why?”

Booker looks up at Copley and realizes he’s genuinely curious. Booker takes a moment to spin his wedding ring that he stills wears and notices Copley still wears his as well. It makes something clench in his chest that he can’t really describe.

“Nothing good will come from her seeing them.” Booker ends up saying quietly and Copley nods.

Booker doesn’t know what to do with the look on Copley’s face. It’s not pity, or even understanding, but it’s something close, and that makes his heart hurt.

“Here.” Booker emails Copley the contacts and supplies he’d use for this mission and he waits for Copley to read it before getting up to leave.

“Stay.” Copley says as Booker walks past him. “For dinner I mean, and you can go back to Paris tomorrow.”

“Dinner.” Booker says, even though he packed for at least a week, and doesn’t want to look too closely at why he doesn’t want to leave.

“You cook?” Copley jokes. “You’ve had what, two hundred years to learn?”

“Nice try.” Booker walks into the kitchen with Copley behind him and takes a seat at the bar as Copley pulls out some food.

“Are you ever going to tell me how old you are?” Copley asks as he cuts up some veggies for what looks like a stir fry. “None of you have, actually.”

Booker swallows roughly at the mention of everyone else and he wishes he refilled his scotch before coming out here. One appears in front of his view and Copley gives him a wry smile.

“We don’t really talk about these things.”

“What things?”

“You know.” Booker waves in the general direction of Copley’s office. “Immortality, with anyone who’s not…”

“Ah.” Copley nods and throws the veggies and chicken he pulled out of the fridge into a wok.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Copley turns to look at Booker and Booker can’t explain it but he feels seen like he never has before. “Doesn’t that get lonely?”

“I think you know the answer to that already, James.”

Copley nods and they sit in companionable silence while the food cooks. Booker wishes he had more to say, but the sting of losing his friends, his family, sits heavy in his throat.

There’s no Nicky to bet if Andy will guess all the flavors in the latest baklava. There’s no Joe to watch football with and cheer for any team who’s wearing the color green because ‘Nicolò’s eyes.’ There’s no Andy to…

He’s brought out of his musings by Copley’s shout.

“They have almost a million followers!”

Booker can’t help it, he throws his head back and laughs, really laughs, for the first time in months.

~~~

Booker was supposed to go home the next day. But it’s been almost three weeks and he hasn’t left.

It’s not that he wants to stay, that’s a lie, but Copley keeps asking for help on jobs or how to deal with the team and Booker, the martyr, can’t stop himself from asking for more information.

It’s not like he can’t figure out where they are. He helped them disappear in the world for almost two hundred years, he knows how they operate, but that feels a little too invasive, even for him.

“They want to take a break for a little while.” Copley sits down next to him with coffee and passes one to Booker.

That’s another thing. Booker isn’t drinking as much and his flask is in his bag. Copley brings him coffee, tea, water. Almost anytime Booker sees the man drinking something, he brings something for Booker, as well. Booker knows it’s a tactic to get him to stop drinking as much, but he finds that he doesn’t care.

“They do that.”

Copley just looks at him and Booker is reminded of the CIA Agent he met nearly nine years prior.

“When you’re as old…” Booker smiles at Copley’s look of interest. “Nice try. But breaks are good. And Nile is still new.”

“When will she stop being new?”

“When Andy thinks she’s ready.”

“For?”

“Honestly? Probably never now that Andy’s…”

“Mortal?”

Booker swallows and looks up at Copley. The storm brewing in his own eyes is met with a compassion he doesn’t deserve. He looks away before he does something ridiculous like cry but not soon enough for Copley to notice.

“Booker.” Copley breathes deeply, almost like it pains him that Booker is hurting. “How long is your exile?”

“A hundred years.”

“A hundred years?”

“Yeah.” Booker doesn’t even realize he’s saying the next part until Copley’s gasp. “A third of my life.”

“A third? So you’re two hundred?”

Booker sighs and figures if the man is letting him live in his house then he might as well be honest with him.

“I turned two hundred and fifty this past May.”

“Two hundred fifty…” Copley trails off with a look of concentration. “Seventeen seventy?”

“Got it in one.”

“Well, shit.”

Booker laughs at the look on Copley’s face. “You have a board of over a hundred and fifty years of photos of us and my actual age surprises you?”

“Well yeah, especially considering you’re the baby.”

“I am not the baby.” Booker glares at Copley without heat.

“Right. Right, it’s Nile. You’ve definitely got middle kid syndrome.”

“I resent that.”

Copley shrugs and it’s such an odd thing for him to do that Booker smiles.

“Forty two.” Booker says unprompted.

“Huh?”

“I’m forty two, give or take a few years.”

Copley turns his head to the side like he’s studying Booker and likes what he finds. “I’m forty three.”

“I know.”

Copley rolls his eyes. “So how did you die?”

“The first time?”

Copley nods and Booker thinks about telling him the glorified version of the truth or the actual truth and finds that he actually wants to tell him.

“Army deserter, fighting with Napoleon.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“Nothing, just don’t see you as an army guy.”

“It was the thing to do.”

Copley raises an eyebrow at him and Booker sighs.

“Alright fine, I was a forger, got caught, sent to war…”

“Booker.”

Booker shakes his head. “It wasn’t the last time I saw my family, although...”

“Family?”

“Wife, three sons.” Booker spins his wedding ring, watching as Copley’s eyes follow the movement.

“I never…”

“My youngest son died at forty two, cancer. I can still remember everything he said to me, screaming that I wouldn’t share my gift with him to help him.”

Booker startles as Copley’s hand comes down on top of his own, squeezing tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

Booker turns his hand over in a moment of bravery and squeezes back.

“I’m sorry, too.”

Copley sits back for a moment, seemingly contemplating something, then shakes his head as he gets up to grab a binder on his desk.

“What are you?”

“Here.”

Copley places the binder down on the table and Booker looks at it like it might bite him.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Booker opens it and sees pages of photos of himself. The photos that should be on the wall with the others.

“So you did have photos of me?”

“Just those and the few that are already on the wall. You’ve been with them a long time.”

“Not that long.”

“Longer than most people will ever get.”

Booker nods at that, thinking back to the time he had with his family, the time Copley had with his wife. It makes his heart hurt, when he thinks about everything he’s done.

“If I had your names I could find more.”

“Sébastien.”

“What?”

“My name, it’s Sébastien Le Livre.”

Copley smiles and the way it lights up his whole face is beautiful. The thought stops Booker’s heart for a moment, but then he lets it wash over him. For once, his attraction to someone else doesn’t feel like a betrayal.

“Booker makes sense now.” Copley smirks. “Although I think I like Sébastien better.”

Yeah, this man is going to be the death of him.

~~~

Booker should really admit that he’s not leaving Copley’s house. They’ve traveled to a few places and Booker’s taken a couple of solo jobs and gone to some of his safe houses to get some of his things but it’s been three months of him living with Copley and helping him with the team's jobs and he can feel himself slipping into a dangerous normalcy.

You can also cut the tension between them with a knife. Booker doesn’t think he’s ever wanted someone as badly as he wants James Copley, but here he is three months into the first solid home he’s had in over two hundred years, and all he wants is Copley.

Which is to say, he’s a little miserable. He can’t mess this up. He can’t mess up the one friendship that’s become as vital to him as breathing, he can’t mess up the chance to help his family, even if they don’t know it, and he can’t mess up the chance to spend at least some of his hundred year exile with this man.

Booker’s trying to figure out how to at least see if Copley’s interested in maybe making their relationship something more when he hears a loud crash from the kitchen.

“Shit.”

“You okay?” Booker looks around at the mess in the kitchen, a little shocked to see any part of the house in such disarray.

“Yeah, sorry. I was looking for something.”

“What?”

“A cookbook. My wife’s.”

Booker’s heart seizes at the mention of Copley’s wife. It’s not that they haven’t talked about her, hell Booker’s seen more pictures of her than he’s ever seen of another person, but something twists in his gut, burning hot like jealousy, and he hates it.

“What were you trying to cook?”

“Huh?” Copley’s looking around frantically and not really paying attention and Booker puts his hand on his arm to stop him.

“James.”

Copley looks at him and visibly relaxes as Booker bends down to look in the cabinet Copley was cleaning out.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Booker finds what he thinks Copley is looking for and stands up to hand him a small book that has pretty cursive writing on the front.

“Here.”

Booker looks into Copley’s eyes as he takes the book. Their hands brush and Booker swears the butterflies he feels make him feel like a teenager again, which is honestly impressive.

“Sébastien.” Copley says in his infuriatingly elegant accent and Booker feels himself moving closer, so close that he can feel Copley’s breath against his own lips.

It only takes a second, and then Booker is surging forward and kissing Copley, who drops the book and wraps his hands around Booker’s waist.

Booker reluctantly breaks the kiss when the need to breathe becomes too much. He looks into Copley’s eyes and is pleased to see a similar look of want reflected back at him.

“What are we doing?” Copley whispers as Booker presses up against him and pushes them into the counter.

“Whatever you want.”

Copley takes that as an invitation and he surges forward, Booker grabbing onto his hips to stop the momentum as he feels Copley’s tongue seek entrance into his mouth.

Booker gets so lost in the kiss, so lost in pulling Copley’s shirt from his pants and undoing the buttons to his shirt that he’s pretty sure he’s never been kissed like this before, and that’s saying something.

Before Booker gets what he really wants, which is Copley somewhere horizontal, Copley breaks the kiss with a shout.

“Shit.”

“What happened?” Booker’s looking frantically at Copley. “James!”

“Cut myself.” Copley looks at him as he pulls his hand in front of him to show the bleeding the knife that was on the counter behind Booker caused.

Booker helps him bring his hand under the water as he grabs a towel. As soon as the blood washes away Booker turns his hand over looking for the cut and doesn’t see any.

“Where’d you cut your hand?”

“I, I don’t know.” Copley’s looking at his hand like he’s never seen it before and Booker doesn’t think, he just grabs the knife and slices Copley’s hand again and then his own.

“Sébastien!”

“Just look.” Booker wipes the blood away from his own hand and Copley’s and places them next to each other as they watch both wounds heal.

“Holy shit.”

“Does this mean?”

“I don’t know what it means. Usually a person has to die for us to figure it out.”

“Uhh, about that.”

“We can deal with this later?”

Booker leans in closer to Copley and kisses him again, magically healing immortal hands long forgotten.

~~~

Except, not so forgotten, when Copley shoots awake in the middle of the night, grabbing his head and nearly throwing Booker out of bed.

“James?”

“Sorry, nightmare.” Copley looks over at him and then turns on the light and Booker can see the worry lines on his face.

“Tell me.” Booker says as he reaches up to cup Copley’s cheek as Copley leans into him.

“It was nothing.” Copley shakes his head as he scoots closer to Booker. “The team.”

“What about the team?”

“Nothing, probably just nerves for the next job.”

“James. Tell me what you saw.”

Copley sighs as he lays back down and Booker hooks his leg over Copley’s as he waits for him to speak.

“I don’t want…”

“I’ll be fine.” Booker says as he leans in to kiss Copley. “Tell me.”

“Andy and Nile were training, Joe was sketching something and Nicky was cooking.”

“Shit.” Booker lays back down and rubs his hands over his eyes. “We dream each other.”

“We?”

“When there’s a new immortal.”

“So you think?”

“I don’t know what to think. This hasn’t happened before.”

Booker looks over at Copley and sees that his eyes have gone wide and he has a panicked expression in his face.

“Hey.” Booker turns on his side so he can pull Copley closer. “We’ll figure this out.”

Copley nods just as his phone starts ringing. They both jump at the noise as Copley shows him the caller is Andy.

Booker tries not to listen but it’s kinda hard when he’s hugging Copley and he misses the sound of Andy’s voice.

“They’ll be here tomorrow.” Copley says as he drops his phone on the nightstand.

“Alright. I can get out of your hair.”

“What? Sébastien, no.”

“I’m not supposed to see them. Hell, I’m probably not supposed to even be speaking to you.”

“Sébastien.” Copley runs his fingers through Booker’s hair. “This is your home. I want you to be here.”

Booker can’t help it, he kisses Copley like he’s never going to be able to again, as he reaches over and turns off the light.

~~~

Morning comes all too soon and Booker hates it. This sanctuary he’s built, his home, according to James, is about to be overcome with people who hate him.

“I can meet them somewhere else.” Copley says as if he can read Booker’s mind. Wouldn’t that be something.

“No. They’re probably almost here anyways.” Booker would know, as he broke his own vow and tracked them, just so he knew how much time he’d need to prepare.

“Do I even want to know?”

“No.” Booker smiles and Copley leans down to kiss him just as the doorbell rings.

Booker holds tighter to his coffee cup as Copley lets them in and for the first time in almost a year he’s looking directly at Nile, Andy, Joe, and Nicky.

“Booker!” Nile says delightedly as she practically skips over to hug him. He sinks into the hug, grateful to at least not have burned this bridge.

“Hey, Nile.”

Nile pulls back and Booker looks over to Andy, who looks the same, if not well rested, and he hugs her, too.

“Book.”

Book squeezes her again as he steps back. Booker looks at Joe and Nicky, who stand formidable and together but with their heads tilted to the side like they’re trying to figure something out.

“Did you dream of Copley, too?” Nile asks him and before Booker or Copley can answer Andy gasps as she looks across the living room.

Everyone turns toward her and Booker instantly realizes what she’s looking at and so does Copley. It’s Booker’s copy of Don Quixote that Andy gifted him last year.

But that’s not all, no, she’s going to notice Booker’s boots by the door, his laptop on the table, his sunglasses and motorcycle helmet on the shelf. It looks like he lives here, because he does.

“You didn’t just get here today, did you?” Joe asks him as Andy looks at him smiling.

“No.” Copley answers as he comes up to Booker and places a hand on the small of his back.

Booker can’t help it, he leans into the touch and turns towards Copley to give him a small smile.

Booker chances a look back at the others and feels warm at the sight of Nile, Andy, Joe, and Nicky all smiling at him.

Nicky walks over to him and pulls both Booker and Copley into a quick hug.

“It’s destiny.”

#the old guard #booker x copley #bopley #booker accidentally on purpose moves in with copley #mentions of alcoholism

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deberiaestarescribiendo · 3 years

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Summary: Javi hasn't called...again, Isa tries to distract herself making a new friend, but she doesn't know that her intentions are far from innocent and are tied to Javi crossing paths again with someone from his past.

Warning: cursing, mention of violence, threats, anxiety, kidnapping. Very hateful characters from the show 👀

A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN POSTED ALMOST A MONTH AGO. I will try to finish this before this month ends. I think I could wrap this in one chapter more and an epilogue probably.

Just a small warning. This is a work of fiction and the intention is merely to develop a little bit more of a character I adore, Javi Peña. There's mention of the drug cartel, the violence they inflected in Latinoamérica (and as a Latina it hurts me very deeply, believe me) and the political involvement of different governments and agencies but this is not a political statement or trying to do other thing than entertain.

Chapter VII: Smart Choices

Isabel had never been a very popular girl, always the shy one in high school and she made a very small group of friends in college. But as everything in her life, there was a before and after since her life changed and she had Elvira.

She could not go to the club with her friends, their conversations about their new graduate’s struggles hurt her since she had to drop out, their heartbreaks and adventures had nothing to do with her life surrounded by diapers, feeding bottles and sleepless nights and so one day the phone stopped ringing, their friendship was limited to birthday parties and Christmas postcards while she became a mum and a wife. And thus making her world a very small universe with her child at the center and Javi and her turning around her.

So when that lady at the supermarket, Judy, called her she didn’t think anything weird out of it. Instead she was happy, excited to have another struggling mum that needed some comforting from somebody that understands her as much as she did.

“I’m sorry I took the liberty to ask for your phone number, I have a friend that goes to your mum’s salon and I ask her for it” she had said the first time she called.

Judy is a funny and very quick and intelligent woman. When they got their first coffee together, Isa barely asks any question, Judy fills the conversations so Isabel never has the chance to ask when she is meeting her kid or who gave her her phone number since she knows every client of her mother’s salon by heart and nobody mentioned her ever. But Judy keeps the conversation flowing, sharing her tragic story about leaving Colombia out of a very tough situation with a guy and creating a new life for her and her kid in the USA.

“It must have been so tough” Isa pounders

“Colombia back then was a bloodbath, you had to navigate the streets in survival mode, always looking behind your back and praying to come back home safe” Judy explains

“My husband worked in Colombia for a few years”

“Oh really? When?”

“80’s early 90’s"

“Well, he must have known. So sad! it is a very beautiful country...”Judy’s gaze is fixed far away as if she’s remembering something

“I guess it’s difficult to talk about it, my husband never shares much”

“Mm” she hums, she opens a golden lighter and gets the flame close to the cigarette on her red lips “What did he do there?”

“He worked at the Embassy” she’s not lying but she prefers not to specify, and now that’s past, the details are not really important

“Oh! and that’s what he’s doing in Mexico now?” she asks exhaling a white cloud of smoke making a perfect o with her lips

“Not exactly”

“He must be careful; I heard things are following the same path we suffered back in Colombia”

“Yes...he’s...smart, I’m sure he will be fine” Isa answers more to convince herself than her new friend

“I saw in the news the other day how a few civilians died during a clash between two fronting cartels and then the police. Very, very horrible images" she smacks her lips

"I haven't watched the news…" the knot in Isa's stomach grows tighter, Javi haven't called back even if he promised he would

"They kill anyone that is on their way, civilians, gringos too, DEA agents…" the Colombian woman casually brings the coffee cup to her lips when Isa frowns at her

"What did you say?" She asks

"They kill civilians?" Judy smiles uncomfortably the corner of her lips stretching up

"No, the last part"

"Gringos...DEA agents" she repeats

"Why did you say that?" The knot gets tighter restringing her throat and her question is just a whisper

"I… assume Javier must be…"

"I haven't told you what he does"

Judy gasps and bats her long black lashes a few times before changing her face to a complete cold expression, her glossy lips now a tight red line

"Look, Isabel, I think you are a very smart woman…" she starts

"I'm leaving"

Isabel pushes her chair back to go but the other woman's hand holds her to the table, her perfect manicure claws making her stay

"Sit, don't do anything stupid" Judy spats, the brief confrontation has alerted the waiters and they look at them intently until Judy gives them a very warm apologetic smile

"Who are you? What do you want?" Isabel tries to hold herself but her instincts is crying for her tu run, to get her baby back and look for Javier

But Javi could be anywhere

"You know your husband and I met, many years ago" she continues smoking "we worked closely in the hunt of Escobar" she smirks "I admit I was surprised to find him married and with a kid. He used to be involved with a very different type of woman"

"What do you want from Javi? If you hurt him I swear…" Isa mutters

"You must have been really special. A magical pussy" she laughs "or are you that dumb and naive that he lied to you and believed it" she crosses her arms over her chest, looking with a smug face from the white cloud of smoke "do you know what he did in Colombia? Do you know what he's capable of?"

"Where is he? If you touch him I swear to God I kill you" Isa tries to contain the tears, to seem strong but fails which makes Judy smile wider

"Oh! So you are an idiot little girl. Better keep up, cielo, if you want your husband alive"

México

A constant, something that keeps on proving itself to be right: shit does follow him. He tries the breathing techniques that the doctor showed him but the bag on his head stinks like rotten meat and the heat inside the van is unbearable. He finds a little solace feeling Steve's tigh pressed against his. Both of them rocking back and forth with each bump on the road

"Connie is going to kill me" his friend says

" If they don't kill us first"

"Callense cabrones" one shouts and Javi hears the muttering insult Steve pronounces before receiving one hit himself

He feels the vomit running up his throat, the smell, the heat and the fear have mixed themselves on his stomach and he can no longer calm himself down. He’s about to die, he knows it. About time, my friend, I elude death for so long in Colombia, so many close calls and now I’m about to die in some unknown part of Mexico because of a fucking middle age crisis I couldn’t handle.

He tries so hard to close his lips and swallow, breath, Peña, breath. The only cold thing in this van is the thin silver chain and medallion he wears around his neck.

This would be a marvellous moment to do some magic, old man Javi says to himself and that old saint around his neck. What did Isa call the old man engraved in it? Saint Jude. Okay, Jude, show yourself, please. This is actually a lost cause, it’s your field of expertise, c’mon

“Andando” the sicario pushes him out of the van before he can even process they have stopped the vehicle. The man grabs him by the arm harshly and guides him forward, the sun pierces the black bag over his head but he can’t only perceive the light and the sound of the gravel under his boots.

Suddenly the light changes to a white light and he feels the temperature lowering: a house with air conditioner and there’s a soft murmur of water but otherwise the house is silent. Javi memorizes those tiny details, it’s the only thing that could eventually help him if they’re held hostage and not killed right away.

The sicario pushes him and for a few milliseconds Javier thinks he’s about to fall hard to the ground but ends up on a chair. Then they pull both his arms to the back without any care and handcuffs him there.

Javi jumps from his seat when he hears the loud thump of the door closing, still in the dark and without any sign of company, he calls:

“Steve…”

Nothing

“Your friend is in the other room”

He could recognize that fucking voice anywhere, is engravated in his brain, in that part of his head that is capable of the worst, that tiny espace where he keeps every hateful and the worst people he has met, Bill Stechner being the number one on that list.

“I was so happy thinking you were dead and crawling back to hell” Javi sighs before he’s hit by the clarity in the room. He blinks fast until his eyes are adjusted to it again. It’s a nice room, wide and scattered by a few pieces of furniture covered by white sheets, the dust in the air makes evident it has been closed for a long time.

“So was I thinking you were rotting old in your father’s little ranch but here we are”

His beard is greyer and the already receding hairline is back a few inches, but he looks exactly the same, tha smug stupid face is looking at him from above. That smirk of “I’m always five steps ahead from you” the same he had when he made him leave the Embassy before catching Escobar and the same he had when he tried to take down Cali. But now he’s here in Mexico, what the fuck is he doing here?

“And, do tell, please, why the fuck do are path cross again?” Javier spats

“Oh! I didn’t want to cross paths with you. I must admit I found it funny when I saw who was managing the account for our textile export, but you, being the noisy stupid man that you are “ Stechner approaches him, his smirk freezes in a tight line “had to call your friends. And you see, you’re mending on my business again”

“So you switched from the CIA to the Narcos?”

“Javier, javier…” he sighs “You are always focusing in the wrong things and not in the bigger picture”

“The bigger picture being…” Javier rolls his eyes at him

“You wouldn’t understand, I tried a few times in Colombia and you ended up fucking it all up” he shakes his head

“So what do you want from me now?”

“Well now that you are here fucking everything up again I’d prefer if the repercussions go to the right direction”

“Which is it not yours, I guess, or whomever you’re working for”

“Yeah” he laughs and points at him “you’re smart when you want”

“And wouldn’t it be better to kill us right away?”

“Oh, you see, my associetes want to do it” Stechner nods “The really don’t give a fuck. But I told them that you could be of service”

“You’re really delusional if you think…”

Stechner interrupts him “And if you weren’t willing to cooperate we could always resort to the good old ways” the man walks to a nearby table, over the white sheet there’s a manila folder. Bill opens it slowly, that stupid smirk back at again on his face, relishing on the desperation and fear in Javi’s eyes.

Please, not Isa, please not my child

“Your wife made a new friend, it’s a small world after all, isn’t it?” Stechner shows him a picture, he recognises the cafe, Isa is seated talking to another woman he hasn’t seen in years.

“Judy is very nice when she wants” he takes out another picture, this time Isa is on the backyard playing with Elvi “You have a very beautiful family”

“If you touch them, motherfucker” Javi tries to get out of the chair, he doesn’t even care if the metal from the cuff cuts his wrists. He just want to do what he has wanted to do since he started working in Colombia and crossed paths with the CIA

“They won’t, it is entirely upon you that this is just a simple anecdote. I promised I’ll try to control them...if you do what you have to do” Stechner shrugs and throws the pictures to the floor where they rest in front of Javi’s feet

“What do you want?” he murmurs, his gaze is fixed on those images trying to see something, when were they taken? how does he know if they already hurt them?

Please, please he begs and his vision is starting to blurry

“Well, my associates will appreciate it if the DEA will center its efforts on our common enemy. You see it right? it’s the same story all over again; the enemy of my enemy is my friend…”

“I’m not DEA anymore”

“Are you? I mean you’re here with your dear Steve in an ongoing investigation that mainly relies on your testimony so…”

Stechner roams around Javier’s chair “It’s not like you haven’t done it before, Javi, think about it as if you are involving yourself with the lesser evil, there will be a time to capture my associates, but not now”

“Just go back home and when the time comes you can assure the DEA that those terrible horrible people that are getting that poison in our beautiful country are involved with our common enemy. What is the difference between one Cartel and the other? It just a matter of time they both get caught” he continues

“Why are you involved in this?”

“We’ve done this many times, Peña, let it go. It’s better this way or do you want to end up like Kiki? or better yet, your beautiful wife or your kid?” Bill points to the pictures of the Peña’s family “think about it”

And he thinks about it, the hate and the fear burning in his chest. So many years protecting himself in covers of solitude, brief encounters to relieve the stress and alcohol, protecting his heart from this fear and pain of getting his family killed for his job.

You did this to them, you looked for it. Now what?

Isa (Laredo)

She drives fast, fast as she has never driven before. She has always been a very responsible person and even more when she became a mother. Elvira is seated on the back, her little hands holding the seat hard and she has called her a few times, her voice shaky and scared.

“Mami, where are we going?”

“To Grandpa’s, honey”

“You’re too fast”

“I know, but we need to get there now”

The screeching sound of the tires stopping abruptly on the road has alerted Chucho who now waits with the porch lights on when they get out of the car.

“Mija, what’s wrong?” he screams

“I think Javi is in the danger”

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x ofc #Javier Peña fanfic #Narcos #Narcos Fanfic #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal characters #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Javier Pena #Javier Pena fanfic #Javi Peña #pedro pascal fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fic

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janiedoe · 5 years

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my thoughts on Reade’s hurtful comments on the plane

this is long

I mean, it’s not like I’m defending Reade, because what he did was really hurtful. But at some point, I get him... These guys have been working together for how long now? 8 years? considering they worked together around 2 or 3 years under Mayfair’s command (If I’m not mistaken) and, before Jane, they were straightforward to one another, there were basically no secrets between them because they were JUST a team, they went to work, kicked some ass and went back home in a loop and it was usual... before Jane, they didn’t even go out together, Reade mentioned that before season 1 he had only seen the lobby of Weller’s building and Zapata replied with a “you’re close” because she hadn’t even gone to his place EVER

so I guess that after Jane got involved in the team and they accepted her past and her mistakes and welcomed back to the FBI, they started to get closer, they started a friendship and they trusted each other as a team, not as coworkers, they saw each other differently. Even during season 2, the team was not ok with Weller’s involvement with Jane due to her past and real identity, but they talked about it, they were 100% honest . However, when Nas appeared, the secrets started because she was NSA, they didn’t trust her and the first one to keep a secret from everybody was Reade when he saw Jones die and Zapata covered it up.

and then season 3 happened, they were apart for a year, they started doing their lives away from the FBI, they focused on personal projects and they stopped being a team. A lot of things happened, Patterson did her thing and she made a mistake. Zapata joined the CIA and did horrible things for work. Reade kept his position. Jane ran away in an attempt to forget everything to protect Weller... I mean, it’s obvious they had a lot to catch up and none of them told their stories in full because it was personal and they didn’t see it as something it could affect their relationship as a team

however, mistakes were made, Jane has a past she regrets and is doing everything in her power to mend what she’s done and even though, LEGALLY, she should be accountable for her actions, she’s not that dangerous person anymore, and it hurts Reade that UNDER HIS COMMAND, secrets are being kept and he has to accept a former criminal in his team, while Weller, an important member, keeps these things behind his back.

if you had the position Reade has, if you had his responsibilities, if you were an FBI agent who made an oath to protect your country from EVERYTHING THAT’S CURRENTLY HAPPENING INSIDE OF YOUR TEAM, INSIDE OF THE FBI, INSIDE OF THE AGENCY THAT WAS MADE TO PROTECT YOUR COUNTRY, then you would have the same explosion of emotions he had during the flight... he has to report everything that happens in his team and he was tired to, maybe, accept everything that happened in front of his eyes.

I’m still a bit sore, it still hurts what he said, but he’s got a point. And after all.. they all had to talk about their issues at some point if they pretended to keep working as a team in the future

#blindspot

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canonja-blog · 6 years

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Sentence Starters from my Favorite Fanfics (Part 6)

“You fucking told them?”

“You fucking incompetent pansy, the first thing we learn is to never tell anyone and you fucking tell everyone?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Why didn’t you call the local radio station and announce it to the entire fucking town?”

“He deserved to know!”

“He told them and now we have to kill them all and hide the bodies. Did you bring any lye?”

“No, but I know where I can get some.”

“How many bodies?”

“We’re not killing anyone.”

“Oh shit. We are the worst agents in the history of ever.”

“He’s probably halfway to Mexico by now.”

“None of this would have happened if you had done your damn job.”

“He only had a couple minutes head start.”

“Why don’t you just shut up?”

“Do I need to be on the line for this?”

“What the fuck is with you and the fucking ninja stars?”

“I bought in bulk, okay? Haven’t you ever had an impulse buy?”

“This can be easy. Just put down your weapons and come with me peacefully.”

“Has that ‘come with me peacefully’ crap ever worked?”

“Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were making empty threats and I was leaving.”

“You’re the one who kept making those ridiculous Star Wars jokes.”

“That’s why you’re an asshole.”

“I am never the asshole. Everyone else is the asshole.”

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.”

“They’re never going to be able to fix this suit. It’s finished, that’s it.”

“Ew, what are you doing?”

“I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long.”

“His suits are not ridiculous!”

“Look what I did!”

“That’s my girl!”

“I believe I owe everyone here an explanation.”

“Can we start with how the hell you got into the CIA and when and have you ever shot anyone?”

“It was a dark and stormy night in Baton Rouge, I can give you everything your heart desires,’ the woman said to him, ‘All I require is your soul—’”

“You shut up! I am telling a story, okay?”

“We only hire the best.”

“This is a case for the CIA.”

“The CIA cannot even fathom what I’ve done to the world. I have greater access, greater control over information than they could ever hope for. The CIA can go fuck itself.”

“Would you two stop being such fucking immature assholes? We need as much manpower as possible.”

“This is more important than staying online for some fucking sixteen year old to complain about their curfew—”

“You have one hour of downtime. That’s it.”

“You’re sulking. Again. When you really have no reason to.”

“Ever heard of multitasking?”

“You are insane. Legally insane.”

“What’s so difficult about saying sorry and moving on?”

“I lied to him, took his heart in my hands and crushed it.”

“You lied to him, and he booted you from his life when he didn’t get the answers he wanted, and you told him he didn’t love you.”

“He ignored you, and you nagged him too much and he showed up late when you were supposed to meet.”

“Love is not a scorecard.”

“I’m supposed to take relationship advice from you?”

“I’m an excellent observer of the human condition.”

“Why is that everyone’s reaction when I tell them this?”

“Anyway. Take my advice. Pursue something you want. Someone you want.”

“He’s grown so well, hasn’t he?”

“Let them concentrate.”

“He failed to defend my honor.”

“We need more Red Bull. And Red Vines.”

“Maybe if everyone would shut up, we could actually do this.”

“Just, uh, let him cool off?”

“You’re shit at comforting, by the way.”

“I got Schnapps too.”

“History dictates that now is the time to panic.”

“Stop changing locations just to stall for a few fucking minutes and get to the point.”

“I hardly think you’re in any position to criticize me.”

“Oh, yes, because I’m always wrong, I know, I get it.”

“Why do you always have to push me past my breaking point, huh?”

“Does it make you feel superior to have that much control over me?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re the one who’s been playing with me. For weeks.”

“Why the fuck won’t you look at me?”

“I’m fucking terrified, alright?”

“You’re the only person, the only thing that consistently terrifies me. You’re the only person who has this insane power over me.”

“You’re the one who showed up in your stupid suits with your stupid face and your stupid hair.”

“Do you have any idea how your ass looks in those pants?”

“You seduced me first.”

“Oh, oh, like you have no idea how attractive you are.”

“And seriously, thumb on lip. Not exactly subtle.”

“The last time we were together and I told you about what I felt—”

“I was wrong. I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

“I wanted to know where this was going. Us. But I’m pretty sure it involves a bed in the near future so let’s continue, shall we?”

“Think with your upstairs brain for a moment.”

“This is really important. I don’t want to lose you again. Please.”

"You were right, we should think about this. We should break up, we're broken up. Bye.”

“Since when did you start listening?”

“What does all that even mean?”

“Shut up. I was trying to tell you how much I love you.”

“Love is such an ugly word.”

"We waited. Three hours. Give or take.”

“You have a strange fascination with my mouth.”

“We should have been doing that earlier. Years earlier.” A pause. “Like the night we met.”

“Shut up and go back to sleep.”

“Just because you give me orgasms now doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.”

“There’s no accounting for taste.”

“As an insult, that was beneath your intelligence level.”

“Your occupation is becoming less and less interesting by the minute.”

“Congrats on the sex”.

“I think Mommy and Daddy are back together.”

“Why am I the mother?”

“You always say that darling and yet you never mean it.”

“I don’t take assurances from naked men.”

“You’re going to get a headache like that.”

“I wouldn’t have to roll my eyes if you’d stop making me.”

“Why are you pointing at me? What did I do?”

“Is anyone going to eat this cake? It’s made with my love. My love!”

“Why does she have issues with the Queen of England?”

“You have a lot in common. Both of you have a complete disregard for civil niceties.”

“If you hurt him again, I will destroy you.”

“If I hurt him again, you won’t have to destroy me.”

“This isn’t exactly the kind of job where you put in your two weeks’ notice.”

“Ugh, did you just quote Star Wars to declare your love for each other?”

“We’re a day trip away. Day trips do not require souvenir.”

“We stayed overnight. Overnight means a gift.”

“We’re dysfunctional, like every good family.”

“Fine, play the family card.”

“What are you doing here? It’s four in the afternoon, shouldn’t you be at the office?”

“Do you really want to know or do you want me to lie?”

“Oh honey. You’ve always been this stupid. You’ve just never been this happy.”

“He’s really jealous and controls half of the modern world.”

“No biting, no scratching, no insulting each other’s mother unless they really deserve it.”

“We don’t pay you to eat ice cream.”

“I’m sure someone would be more than happy to pay me to eat ice cream.”

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

“Why are you so hot when you’re fighting?”

“Why do you wear dress shirts for everything?”

“You could have borrowed one of my shirts.”

“So I don’t want to clean the bathroom with a hard on.”

“You get turned on by wearing my clothes?”

“Who even wears these things? And why do I need so many layers? Are we eating outdoors?”

“I thought you liked the idea of fashion.”

“I like the idea of being comfortable.”

“There wasn’t even a punchline.”

“I just had this shirt dry cleaned, you know.”

“I’m not going to pretend your aren’t easy.”

“Are you going to be there for him and man up and calm the fuck down, or are you going to panic and abandon him again?”

“Let me have a little fun, I’ll catch up with you in a couple minutes.”

“You’re making it very difficult not to shoot you.”

“I would listen to your boyfriend if I were you.”

“It’s much more fun seeing you panic over something outside of your control.”

“Why isn’t he saying he’s dying? He should be complaining loudly.”

“Shut up. You’re not giving me your dying words because you’re not dying.”

“I’m not going back to that. I’m not going to back a life without you.”

“Why am I not dead?”

“Idiots never die.”

“And no one gets coffee because you all broke your promise. These belong to me now.”

“You’re not going to drink six cups of coffee.”

“Please don’t challenge him on this.”

“I’m not talking to you. You should have told me that he was up. I’m drinking your coffee first.”

“It’s a hospital, not a school.”

“Children are not unheard of in public hospitals.”

“It wasn’t really a request.”

“And my answer wasn’t really negotiable.”

“I don’t barge into your meetings.”

“My job never tried to kill me.”

“Everything I do has a purpose.”

“You handled it. Not well, mind you, but successfully.”

“You’re leaving me again? Abandoning, abandoning us?”

“No, we had an agreement. You were supposed to quit.”

“They can fucking find someone else.”

“Not everything can go at your pace.”

“Mundane questions are my favorite kind.”

“My client would like you to stop digging into his activities.”

“Where does he get his dry cleaning done?”

“Are you in love with him?”

“What a tragic love story it is. The lonely genius and the rogue in denial.”

#indie rp #ask meme #rph #indie rph #sentence starters #meme

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sunnidaydreamer · 3 years

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Bringing this over from my old account

Hyrule Warriors: Definitive Edition.

THESE ARE MY OPINIONS. I just felt the need to get ‘em out. And, yes, I know some of them probably fall under ‘We know already!’.

Combat

The combat gets repetitive after a while. But it’s a hack-and-slash so what can you do?

The Ganon bosses though…oh my god I hate fighting them.

The Imprisoned sucks, that red lightning or whatever it uses after it’s health hits a certain point. There’s an Adventure Mode battle where using Fi is mandatory, and because of that red lightning I can’t get the best rank. There’s also the mission to unlock one of Volga’s weapons where you face it, and it took me like ten times to unlock his weapon.

Phantom Ganon is just awful. I almost always miss the prompt to start the deadman’s volley so it takes forever to start damaging him. Then he does the thing where he splits into four(I think) and is just aggravating.

Ganon has so much health, but he’s also the Final Boss so, yeah. But the prompts to use certain items, I always miss the one for when he charges across the field then glows. I can never remember what to use. What boss did he rip that move from anyway?

Manhandla is just all around annoying. That stupid bullet seed move always gets me even if I think I’m out of range. And the poison field too.

Zelda as Sheik

I really don’t get why Zelda became Sheik. There’s no ‘gotcha!’ moment EVERYONE knows that Zelda is Sheik already. And in the story it only serves to hurt the Hyrulean army. They all look up to Zelda and Impa and there’s no way Zelda didn’t know that. Having Zelda disappear, implying to her army that she’d been possibly abducted, would only hurt their morale.

She would have to have known that!

And it makes no difference in the end, as she goes back to being Zelda with no issue. She says she feared for her safety, but she’s perfectly fine being Zelda from there on so what was the point? If you wanted Sheik in the roster just add Sheik to the roster! Toon Link, Toon Zelda, Medli, Young Link, they all added nothing to the story but they were added as fighters.

Lana

As someone else put it, Lana feels too anime for the game. Her design looks more in place in a magical girl anime. And her summon gate is awful to use!

Linkle

Her design is meh, but her crossbows are very fun to use. But the whole ditsy, ‘I’m super bad with directions lol’ thing puts me off her. Same with her thing about cuccos. Like cuccos have a bad enough mechanic as it is, since it’s way too easy to piss them off if neutral and they have SO much health when silver or gold. And the escort missions are easy to fail too.

I think she was either originally a female Link or Link’s sister? Either idea would have been cool, in my opinion. The only Link I can think of that has an actual family is Windwaker Link with his sister and Grandma. Breath of the Wild had a concept art of Link’s dad and sister, but all we get in game is a line about how he was a knight.

Also, Linkle? That’s the best you could do?

Character Development

A handful of characters were added for the game and nothing is done with them!

Lana stays firmly in the ‘nice girl’ category. It’s a nice balance to Cia’s borderline yandere attitude toward Link that Lana can accept that Link doesn’t HAVE to return her feelings, but she never shows other traits. She’s just nice. Supportive. Well, she kinda shows more personality, but it’s always clearly in the context of third wheel. Whenever Zelda expresses her support and she and Link are having a moment expect Lana to pop in and voice that SHE also supports Link. Or the one scene where Zelda and Link are looking at each other and she’s framed in the middle looking between them.

Third wheel Lana, everybody!

Wizzro is just an asshole. Even brainwashed he’s a traitor! And I think he wanted to rule the humans? Something along those line was mentioned in The Dragon of the Caves, which is why he betrayed Cia the first time.

Also what happened to him? He gets put back in the ring and then what? They just leave him where the ring fell? Did someone pick him up?

Volga we also know little about. Before the brainwashing he wanted to be left alone, and his people are very loyal so we can assume he was a good leader and treated them well. But that’s it. After Cia brainwashes him he’s a berserker with a battle-boner, who goes out of his way to find the strongest fighter(as that’s what Cia programmed him to do), he’s arrogant, and has a huge ego.

Are we to believe that he was always like that and Cia made it worse? In Adventure Mode he’s not that bad, though, to his allies at least. And he has a few comments that point toward respecting his challengers.

So which is it? Is he an arrogant ass? Or respectful?

(I will also die on the hill that he lived and went home after the final battle with Cia. You will never convince me otherwise.)

Cia

I want to like Cia, I really do. She’s gorgeous, and her play style is fun.

But really?

I’m not well versed in ALL Zelda Big Bads, but from what I can tell there are few female ones. And, yeah, we KNOW that the story is going to get Hijacked by Ganon as many Zelda stories do. So I know she doesn’t count as the MAIN Big Bad. But still. You couldn’t have her motivation be ANYTHING else?

It had to be that she wanted Link?

I know she wants the Triforce pieces, but that came later. The thing that got her possessed by Ganondorf was that she wanted Link.

The first notable female Big Bad and her motivation is Lust?

Not only that but after being corrupted she got sexed up too. Her shirt is cut to show a lot of skin, and she has exactly one pant leg.

If she had dressed like that before that’d be one thing, but it only started after she got corrupted. Does being evil mean a mandatory sexing up? A female villain within a certain range of attractiveness HAS to show skin?

Then there’s her boss intro; ass shot, tit shot, good look at her legs.

No one else gets this treatment.

Also, her hat is dumb looking. The mask is kinda cool. But her hat looks dumb. Yes, even as Guardian of Time. Yes, even on Lana. It looks like Gary Oldman’s hair in the first half of Dracula.

And her skin tone change! Why is she darker as a villain? She’s rather pale when ‘good’. Did Ganon make her get a tan to fit his evil checklist?

Wasn’t there backlash about Tetra being made pale as Princess Zelda in Windwaker? Did they learn nothing?

Something else that bothers me is the fact that some people(I’ve seen only a handful but still) try to use a throw away line to say that in canon Volga was getting feelings for Cia.

In context: their base is being attacked by Ganondorf, and Cia has linked her magic to her life-force for a power boost. Volga, who is implied to be getting free of the brainwashing but is still brainwashed, comments that she should take it easy.

That’s it. A comment that she should be careful because she’s using a lot of magic and it’s linked to her life-force. (I’d have to replay the level to get the exact comment).

And I’ve seen people use it to say that he was falling for her. He was BRAINWASHED up until recently! He wanted nothing to do with her, which is why she brainwashed him! If he had any romantic feelings for her, it stands to reason that SHE put them there!

Why would he suddenly be in love with her if he wanted nothing to do with her?

I’m not saying you can’t ship it, but saying it’s a canon thing bugs me.

#hyrule warriors #the legend of zelda

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ulyssesredux · 8 years

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Oxen of the Sun

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What is going on were at this point a bell rang and, by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that grey urn where the seeds of such gentle courage for all accounted him of real parts so grieved he also in no less than 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is worth ten such stopgaps. But could he not accept to die like the man! The news was imparted with a bitter milk: my moon and my deepest gratitude to all of a confiding female which was now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. With thee it was going on, labour like a very pelican in his cups it was then a much more difficult & sophisticated than the opulent lady of Mercy's, Vin. Garn! It was now right evil governed as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as he saw that he lived riotously with those who are not wasting time & money Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Stay tuned! Amazing crowd. Poor Sceptre! Thereto Punch Costello wist he what ends. Taken two of capsicum chillies. My rallies are not merely in being related worthy of being praised that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! Thank you for all the whole country. Pols made big mistakes, they said farther she should not happen! We must restore law and order. How saith Zarathustra?

Mullee! Is President Obama was to them like to a goosegog. Now the market so that maid, wife, Melania. Jane is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good job if he spots me. A pregnancy without joy, to in no case subsubstantiality. Congrats to the U.N., things will be very dishonest to supporters to do by the horns. The love and enthusiasm was unreal! Dem pols said no way, dumb! Thence they advanced five parasangs. Word is that they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their union, a fullfledged traveller for the wars. Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when that was not there to entwine themselves up on long sticks out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, how is she going to get together and win this election. Word is that they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was the very dishonest.

Shiver my timbers if I had. Russia/CIA card. If the election is close at 47-43! I have negotiated on military purchases and more government spending. Lyin' Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and fictitious report that on the loftiest and most worthy to be wire tapping a race where the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd expected! Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Things are going to beat the PASSION of my voters. Know his dona? Big crowds, but it was whether of child or woman and I will be a playactor, then a sutler or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half the countryside rooting up with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry away. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. Thousands of American lives lost.

A gallant scene in truth it made. Irish, says Mr Stephen, a pox on it. Is President Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so do voters! And these fishes lie in, B never had the hussy's scouringbrush not been asked! Hillary, who hide their flambeau under a serious emergency belongs! Then said Dixon, joyed, but can you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton and the opposition party the media refuses to say how the letter was in his piety, who nothing that was sowing as much as he is himself paternal and these about him for being the fruits of that which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come here. If she who seduced me had left but the name. I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the most drunken that demanded still of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton and the males of brutes, his authority being his own avouchment in support of his body no manchild for an heir had been evoked by an apt quotation from the well, my true love. True for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

If it were not for vengeance to cut him off from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven's own magnitude, till it looms, vast, over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the house of Horne. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak and ineffective. Bloom at heels with a woman which her man has but lain with, effectu secuto, or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the conclamation of the victims, their greatest doctors, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. A fantastic day in D.C. Today we lost a great rally. Do you not think who met us as we wait for what should be ashamed of themselves! If dopey Mark Cuban well. So exciting, big of her case not omitting aspect of all time great enablers! Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he would have found again health whether the inhibition in its scope and progress an epitome of the same way with them? He told them of the head of the evening or at least were otherwise. Heroin overdoses are taking over our children and others are allowed to respond? The nocturnal rat peers from his long holy tongue than lie with the willed, and now this U. And there was above one quick with child, a little it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is not as with many that sat there at meat.

This should not be given national security. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the U.S. Be worse for him. I said no way he fell in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was his name Alec Bannon, who I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.

Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone else, me, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Great evening in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders.

Sorra one o' me. Why, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the bad decisions she has done in words if he had betaken himself to the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the Republican Party Chair. Russia just said the same time, however, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast.

I saw them but this cup to crown my felicity. What do you want to diddle the Almighty God. Stay safe! The media wants me to rests and her corrupt globalism. Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. Her hub fifty odd and a pod or two of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so too should our country. #MAGA I will bring back jobs! Four winners yesterday and three today. Many reports that it was informed him, says he, them was the occasion, says he. It floats, it seems, had the best historians relate, among the Pleiades, in a total disaster! We will both be working and fighting very hard to determine who was doing at the way to San Diego, one-sided trade deals. An ingenious suggestion is that the event of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other in the wind sitting in the Trump University lawsuit for a very dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders, after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it had poured seven showers, we will be overturned! Where's that bleeding awfur? Bill's meeting was a marvellous castle. Lou heap good man. She said that I drove him into oblivion! Rugger. Breathe it deep into thee. It would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-the-Hand and she lay at him so he has trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media is really on a nipping morning from the Europe of a sedate look and christian walking, in order not to perceive that as many as believe on it? Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the media, and the country with her to be drunken an they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was his name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to blame for the world one that lies fallow for the copiously opulent but also even in being seen but also even in being related worthy of the poxfiend. Our inner cities. Les petites femmes. I would win! In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the whirligig of years are blown away. What say?

The sweet creature turned all colours in her dishybilly. Hillary's wars in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Great POLL numbers are coming back into the hands of such duress now testified once more to follow. Breathe it deep into thee. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Therefore, everyman, look to that effect, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the world calls them evil memories which are hidden away by man in the pantry he found sure enough that he was ware and saw a franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that in the funds. This is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flag and laughed at Bernie. A rheumeyed curdog is all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the road with a one week notice, the daughter of night. Us come right in on your invite, see? His friend, overjoyed as he was of the people and should not be allowed! Hitherto silent, whether the malady had been overtaken by the rubycoloured egos from the FAKE NEWS tell you that He's on the roads with the oof. Crimea during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents—in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law. Her temperament is bad for the chap puking. Mr Vincent, and congrats to Army! Pflaap! The speech was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. I say they have of motherhood and he thanks me! And they teach the serpents there to entwine themselves up on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the whole room into the top, DWS. Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she should live because in the womb, chastity in the wrong shop. Just returned but will be there soon! Really, I want them to come back. They should both drop out of water from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. Rupert Murdoch is a tenant at will while he eyed them with the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Arizona, and e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. Steve, apostates' creed! Tim Kaine has been proven to be built here for Bawdyhouse. This was so happy a conceit that it was delivered. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence. We will bring back our borders. Cadges ads. If the press refuses to expose! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal because she is unable to pass the new royal university. The spry rattle had run on in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and let scholarment and all such congenital defunctive music! Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the great people! Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it be called conspiracy theory! END! What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! All hearts were beating. ISIS threatens us today because of the bleeding limelight. Great Again. Think about it and withheld his act, it is the greatest business people in the pellets as they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their lawful embraces. The aged sisters draw us into life across the border. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona. This doesn't happen if I'm president!

Could it be not come or now. Haines was the most momentous that can befall a puny child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as we left the field. I make a better deal for workers! He knew the man in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a woman stands up to the late ingenious Mr Darwin. Hillary Hopefully, all bravely legging it, the Dems was so bad she is the 53rd anniversary of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that the people of Colorado where over one million people have no border, we were just projected to be normative. If the election results. #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000,000 that I will be seeing many great Supreme Court and mic did not know the drift of it, as some thought with their jibes wherewith they did and said that our open border is the grass that grows on the very evil that had late befallen him, says he. Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which the most delegates and many for a big rally in Florida! We are suffering through the murk. By this time in the tank for Clinton-Kaine is, hearing this talk asked was it what it is she, the amiable Miss Callan, who is looking so dumb. The other problem raised by the people of Ohio were incredible. Mount him on. Toil on, it’s going to win, win, win! The Intelligence briefing on so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania this afternoon for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write about it and very vigilant.

Stunned like, seeing the stranger, said Master Dixon of Mary's excepted to it. I knows a lady from wetting. Being at the Democratic Convention. Ohio will remember that we nightly impossibilise, which is at it again. To those injured, get, rev on a Twitter rant. A couple of cookies for this child. Illegal immigration, take the bull of the assembly a bell rang and, that. My supporters are far tougher if they want TRUMP! It is time for CHANGE—and it was then a small thing beside this barrenness. O Doady, loved one of our human shortcomings which often baulk nature in her pose then, Our Lady of the evening or at least were otherwise.

Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! The big loss yesterday for Israel in the case at all not to be butchered along of the moon, Theosophos told me so, Stephen said. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Murderer's ground. Sad end to great show How low has President Obama just had an election! Staying at a sou. That's what I always looks back on with will to wander, loth to leave their wassailing for there was no hope. Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and unsubstantiated charges, and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him his friend's son and ever virgin. Shrieks of silence. And on the ground. If they don't name the sources don't exist. Nothing found. She then said, the wind sitting in the dark eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a refluent sack, In the proud cirque of Jackjohn's bivouac. I pressed too close.

The ONLY bad thing. There was a marvellous castle. 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is eke oft among lay folk. I visited our Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night. I will win the Presidency, we were neither of us did not feel his flesh creep! Gemini. But beshrew me, cried the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while back with my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never—do. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Courts must act fast! 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing.

Prayers and condolences to the noblest. Conmee himself! Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the hardihood to rise precious early you sinner there, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all farmers & sm. Only a question of the winter and now our own people are killing our country and with many states left to go up. A murmur of approval arose from all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that he will drop like a rock or a platter of tripes with a laudable fortitude and she prayed to God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his friend, said Mr Dixon, to have word of Mr Purefoy in the vital swing states and more, ALL of which is terrible! He'll find himself on the ground. Master Lenehan vowed he would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. It floats, it cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. I mean real monsters! 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration. Enter that antechamber of birth where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their borders. And childe Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and is losing votes in Wisconsin, many stops, many great endorsements yesterday, she has made along with that he is a very, very, very sad about a wench that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the Allfather's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air. Others to follow. I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gad's bud, immensely so, I would have their own thoughts, not by words be done away. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. Steve boy, you're going it some. People will not be given national security, and all others in the act of sexual congress she must let it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak on immigration. No, let the Schumer clowns out of the Sublime Porte by the bonded stores there, the buck and doe of the cordial, slicked his hair and, indeed, the agnathia of certain angry spirits that they use in the primaries, we may rest assured, has died. Among many other positions. A pregnancy without joy, he had written in order to try to get things done. He could not contain herself. Wow, just like we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the race-stop wasting time and money. Actually, we are all over the fabled 270 306.

The Leith police dismisseth us. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Astounding! There's as good fish in this life. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on the Apprentice but at least 3,000,000 e-mails? Taken two of capsicum chillies. Omnis caro ad te veniet. But with what fitness, let them be as big as yesterday! Media gives her a pass. Keep the durned millingtary step. And the equine portent grows again, that. Top suspect in Paris. Mulligan. The Denzille lane this way. Always support kids! The great Arnold Palmer, the crystal palace of the island with a woman of Eblana in Horne's house, this talkative now applied himself to his yale which Master Lenehan at this made return that he would not let her die. Pflaap! Lil chile velly solly. That's what I always looks back on for a song which he concluded due to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. I do not know me, an arrangement which, caring nought for her that bare whoso she were another Ephesian matron. Together she is used to have done even better in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Britain, a mixture of both? #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a BAN. Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she had pulled her fill as we wait for what should be in Maryland this afternoon. Would to God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his burial did him on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what not. Wow, USA Today will be the least productive senators in the castle was set a board that was new got to town, it being his own child. Shows how weak and ineffective. We will bring forth by God His goodness with masspriest to be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. Forward, woozy wobblers! Good jobs are leaving. Mr Dixon. Cornfide. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW. And she was that him so heavied in bowels ruthful. Shove ahead. It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, abbess and widow to this his son young Stephen that had been pleased to put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in words if he spots me. These are extremely dangerous people and saving the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for there was a sort of scholars along either side the board that was a marvellous castle. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, in his youth the bottle asked the nun of which by sejunct females is to sit in the womb consequent upon the virginals. Why does the media refuses to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of the lady was of a dure. It is time for change. Don't let up, employment and jobs. The race for president, knows nothing about me. A disgraceful decision! Hillary Clinton, I ses, if so be their constructions and their borders. Things are going crazy. Not to insult over him will the dishonest media will exclaim it to be both incompetent and a temperament, according to new book, which put quite an altogether different complexion on the square and a shirt. I shee you, Florida. Then spake young Stephen had these words printed on them, lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in the past.

To the African-American voters-but we must enforce the laws of the clock. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Kentucky-no Mexico My transition team, which makes up stories and lies. JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! Thank you to NC for last rally! We need to be seen to be the worst in American political history! No charges. The election is absolutely being rigged by the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it poetry or a welsher, then it would seem, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave millions of votes. She said they had been a highlight of my speech at the cost of N.A.T.O. 'Tis, sure. Sure thing.

Juno, she has been one of the innocents were the keenest in the event would burst anon. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to destroy Israel with all of a wild manner when he shall come as over one million people have been executed in large numbers. In charge of the septuagint nor so much more. Despite what you have heard from the knocks, they would be a very weak Senator, Jeff Flake. If Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. I may whisper it and a plumper and a blow on any longer. She has done to the Trump U case but the media makes this a ridiculous shame? Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. Against steelworkers and miners.

The Affordable Care Act will soon be history! Conmee himself! Iran has done a prophetical charm of the globes, matriculated at the drunken minister coming out of this nation again. A make, mister. Rugger. GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. She is a BAN. Great Again.

How bad is the land but green grass for himself for that evil hap and for an heir looked upon him his friend's son and ever virgin. There are sins or let us call them forth suddenly and they will do so, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be a disaster and 2017 will be in one hand, shall we behold such another. We are going to put a whole, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had borne with a pair of Turkey trunks which is in pocket of Wall Street Crooked Hillary said that that woman was in throes now full three days and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all very distracting spectacles in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the intervening months in a landslide every poll, it is-early voting in Florida. That will end when I pressed too close. The media is unrelenting. My colleen bawn.

The first, said Mr Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, laying hand to a rolypoly or a welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a punch in it anything of some unaccountable muskin when they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their vigil and hoping that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such a mingling much might come. MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

Chicago, have you good wine, staboo? He is a shrewd drier up of the soul is far more vulnerable, as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one that ever did as a handful of mustard or a bullawurrus? Such hatred! All in if he had cherished ever since her hand against that part of my Commander-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the poor ghosts troop to my supporters, millions of dollars can and will only get better as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lyin' Ted! An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the eccentric, while from the Europe of a race where the seeds of brightness or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, what Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause the traveller had said thing that lay in man to put him in bulls' language to study the mechanics but he could not leave his mother an orphan. Thrust syphilis down to hell and with other countries. See you soon! She is too easy!

Catch aholt. What means this? Amazingly, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration, take the bull of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I called Brexit Hillary was set a board that was of a fellow, with an approx. Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under a bushel in an interesting 24 hours! He was laying his hand to heaven, was I left with but a pissabed. Prior to the world was gloomy before I won it with Mark B & have a clue. How come you so? The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS organizations were there. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Trample the trampellers. And also it was good for Tuesday! I didn't inherit it, Stephen answered, whom the concession of a whore. It must not be allowed to say it will never vote for TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street, and always has been so many other African Americans who know me well and have joy of her guard. The endorsement of me playing golf all day, the agnathia of certain chinless Chinamen cited by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is no more, to one reason Crooked H?

Not to speak of hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves, their number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on behalf of our island by farmer Nicholas, the sources don't exist. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a chance! Michael Bloomberg, who represents the opposite and said like giving the cry, and on picking up a heart of any professional assistance we could give? Toil on, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I marvel, said Mr Crotthers, clapping hand to a tiny speck within the cage of his contention: Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O gluepot. Crooked Hillary did not bother even to cite a verse from the hippodrome, and didst charge to cover like the one to deal with Bernie. And he that had borne with as much as he said dissembling, as said, laying hand to jaw, he delivered briefly and, Now drink, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. Bartle the Bread we calls him. But on young Malachi they waited for that mother Church that would cast him out of water and takes it to the thing he involuntarily determined to help him himself and so seriously to try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS!

#ImWithYou Many people are allowed in the poet's words, in the workshop and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. Ayes have it. Such a great evening we had. Looks like yet another one. Roun wi the nappy. In politics, is a total disaster! Katie Couric, the art of physic to take the bull by the hedge, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the poor girl flees away through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not a little fume of a sedate look and christian walking, in a low fellow who was fuddled. The Electoral College is much different! Don't reward Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on women. Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. Ten to. States, those who lost his energy and his supporters. She had. The young gentleman and, that distressing manner of delivery called by the wame. Much to be home! And would he take a penny pippin. Thank you to our fantastic veterans. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. Landing in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the pages of his darling Stoics and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she was that one must have a clue. In light of the god self was angered for his forepassed happiness and as soon as the god that was the first rule of the land, the end of the Year-a total disaster!

A fortune for their petitions, would find in him their man. Au reservoir, mossoo. Allee samee dis bunch. Dinna forget the rigged system that pushed her over the search and was but a crust in my sight and to tremble lest what had in the middle span of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our mighty mother and maid in house of Virgo. Over against the place. Money was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he was drunken and that was in throes now full three days and the brave woman had manfully helped. Isn't that what you want for this by the bonded stores there, he proceeded to say that if need were I could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour. Up to you, the trumpeted with the finest strapping young ravisher in the world! China that we will bring jobs back where they belong! Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he would be tantamount to a great big holy friar. I've ever seen. Not to speak of that voluptuous loveliness which the discrepant opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. It is only getting worse. Then spake young Stephen that had belonged to his father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he phrased it, good my friend, in a trice put off from the bearpit and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his calls. Opera he'd like? Jeb crashed, then John Kasich have no choice but to take place today at 3:00 P.M. If not, the first problem submitted by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a natural phenomenon. Mare on form hot order.

We must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, and he to her! Lynch, a Scots fellow, with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the navelcord should strangle her creature and the panel slid back and in such an ark of salvation for, first, said Dixon junior to Punch Costello was of his embassy as he forgets all benefits received? I have NOTHING to do with story! Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. The clumsy things are dear at a salient point, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this country. Our tax, trade and energy!

In a breath 'twas done but—hold! Leaked e-mails? The young sparks, it may never be again, that second I say, and must be owned, not much. Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't win with the puppets of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and all this while back with my share of songs and himself after me the like brood beasts and of all free people's, and he sent the ale purling about, an Irish bull in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought else could and in an interview that Putin is not a failure. The President of United Steelworkers 1999, has totally sold out to be our President. ISIS and all others laughing! But the braggart boaster cried that an heir looked upon him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust like a rigged delegate system, I will be in Maryland this afternoon. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that I want guns brought into the bargain, says he with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. Where's that bleeding awfur? All serene. Sunk by war specials. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and forgot to mention crime infested inner-cities of the causes of sterility, both broiled and stewed with a firm hand. Just made a capacious hole in it! Leaving for Albany, New York, he further added, it is she, the boys are atitudes! Bet your boots on. With all of the many mistakes made in a great time in Germany. Am flag! When a country! By no means would he though he must nor would he make more shows according as men do with women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had conscience to let her die. The Business Council of Washington. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the wall if they met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand and she of the forest glade, the American Voter. A curse is on me concerning women when her husband signed and she of the balance as well as whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities acquired. Where's Punch? I have made my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were in close order the dark eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart to kneel down upon the touching scene. Bout ship. And the equine portent grows again, she queasy for a whim of the forest glade, the daughter of night. Lynch were in big trouble! Tare and ages, what Calmer said, our lust is brief. Shows me hitting shot, but God give her soon issue. Really good meeting, great enthusiasm! Our law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster. And also it was packed, totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of pressure on the table so as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was inappropriately given the jinx-a great meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE! REPEAL AND REPLACE! A drenching of that voluptuous loveliness which the innocence of our vets! The lewd suggestions of some salty sprats that stood by housedoor at night's oncoming. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House. The news was imparted with a long thunder and in vain. Elijah is coming along great, and do all my cousin german the lord Harry tells you and take a penny for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him was grown so heavy that he had dispatches from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be given national security briefings in that taking it appeared eftsoons. Shows me hitting shot, but, more than the Democratic National Convention until people started complaining-then a twelvemonth and with Joseph the joiner patron of abortions, of course, totally electric! New York-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails? In vain the voice of Mr Costello was an amazing comeback and win by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! Thank you to all of the game but with the great State of Virginia and Nebraska. It is as painful perhaps to be in guise of white and grain, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the men making shelter for their abuses and their families. The stranger still regarded on the luckless! Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich was never so touched in all my life, as he phrased it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the impassioned plea of Mr Costello was an ancient and a wonderful couple! And Master Lynch bade him hold himself in readiness for that his languor becalmed him there awhile.

Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum! Keep the durned millingtary step. Republicans will come WAY DOWN! Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be smart, tough and vigilant? Hark! Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the Dems are making the job very difficult! He said also how at the drunken minister coming out of it and withheld his act, pointing to the great Bobby Knight, has left the arena. Stunned like, seeing the stranger, said Lenehan, is more proof that she was and which was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on account of its 300 workers. Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the conscientious second accountant of the forest glade, the lord Harry put his head appeared in the dark of a sudden quite plucked down and go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can go hang, says another, and that was unheard of, and ISIS across the mist. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember. One must be careful. That answer and those leaves, Vincent said. You move a motion? Clinton? Rigged system! Vel, I doubt not, the hatred is too deep. I must acquaint you, having been some years before when they knew, the theme they were all of you! All talk, no kid. The world was gloomy before I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but what he states, and massive premium increases like the transpontine bison. Thou art, I think that both natality and mortality, as well as whether the malady had been off as many as believe on it? O no, Mulligan! Don't believe the people shall say, but with much warmth of the evening or at least it ought to be a playactor, then nought would keep him to be president. She is a waste land, a year or so gone over, in a world class player and dealmaker. Pal to pal.

No, no problem! 8 MILLION. To whom young Stephen and for our COUNTRY! To revert to Mr Bloom who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, so far from being a deluder of others he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag, I ses, if ever there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that was in a circle of girlish fond hands. Ten to. For regarding Believe-on-Me, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is from a silk riband, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a questioning poise of the very truest knight of the privy council, silent, remote, reproachful. O quirites, ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt, while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a debate, and we’re still going! Why hasn't she done them in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I didn't inherit it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Collar the leather, youngun. Thought it was for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO!

All could see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Sorry folks, but we will be the Republican party—you have heard from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for a like twining of lovers: To bed, to be normative. Jobs!

Hauding Sara by the Democratic nomination if it is Russia dealing with the downcast, so they have lost their quondam vigour while the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, and that it is well known, Dr A. Horne Lic. Chuckingout time. Mr Mulligan, in order to fully focus on the stools, poor leadership skills and a frigid genius not to perceive that as many times as a threat and therefore a plan was by them contrariwise to his yale which Master Lenehan vowed he would not lag behind his lead. There was bad blood between them at the outset that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a pair of mincepies, no kid. No, let them be as big as yesterday! Busy day planned-but we will soon be the seminaries of such duress now testified once more to the Liverpool boats, says he, fully delectably, and that was illegally circulated. Health all! TIME! The nursingwoman answered him and took apertly somewhat in amity for he never did lie! Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence for their drinking but the first problem submitted by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as she remembered them being her mind was to have all got to vote who are illegal and very friendly he offered to take my cloak along! She is a fraud! But the word. May this pot of four half choke me, I had a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they will vote for TPP, NAFTA, from whom I can go hang, says he, nor did her hortative want of the Wikileakes disaster, with the rest too a passing good man, turn aside hither and I hear, and on the economy when he totally changed a 16 year old story that Congress has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain them as best he can do much better results! God's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air. Of Israel's folk was that one case done commodiously done was. But with what fitness, let us call them as best he can do much better results! Abaft there! We have won even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Their main line had nothing to help! Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. The gravest problems of our country to potential terrorists and others, have a full pound if a milligramme. American in order to mask the big election defeat and the husband of maturer years. But in the case of bright gold, coifed with a bolus or two of capsicum chillies. They used to have a care to flout and witwanton as the chaste fancy of the perpetration of the danger but must needs glance at whiles towards where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month before. Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that President Obama was presented? I will fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the Trump Admin. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can go hang, says he. Hillary. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Contemporaneously, a clerk in orders, a man who doesn't know how to win.

The Obama Administration. So much for a minute's race, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were in. I handed her to share in New Mexico, called me yesterday, she cried, I will have by far the most drunken that demanded still of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton was not the way to Dayton, Ohio, after returning from Ohio and is a total witch hunt! Dignam laid in clay of an indelible dishonour, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening.

2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my lady of Mercy's, Vin. Thank you to everyone for the happiness vouchsafed me by the dust that gripeth on every man that on earth wandering far had fared. Just a Stein scam to fill up their residence modern science has conclusively shown that only the people of North Carolina. By this time in Germany. And sir Leopold that had but the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer talking. Certainly has been amazing. The media is trying to wash away her bad judgement. He will be competition in the history of our allotted years that he thinks he would not let her die. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. If I call them as best he can. Where was all the graces of life, as Virgilius saith, by my word and broughtedst in a great two days past her term up. He gave them then a twelvemonth and with other in the e-mails and DNC disrespect. Jay, look you, these are very smart and vigilant? There Leop. The Club For Growth tried to extort $1,000 deleted emails about her, Vincent said to be a rose upon the land! 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I was a passing show. I had a real wage increase in almost twenty years. He is young Leopold. Where's Punch? And all cried with one acclaim nay, the midwives sore put to sea to recover the main of America. Crooked Hillary was wrong, are happy too as they feasted him for a fortune, I will be making my announcement on Friday-great in states! Look forward to meeting w/Bernie. We need strong borders and extreme vetting. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the others were to row with pitchforks he discovered in himself a wonderful guy. In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a consideration of the cordial, slicked his hair and, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on his hind uarters to show for it thundered long rumblingly over all the heavens so that as many times as a matter of some faded beauty may console him for which he then neither calm like the man in the lives of ALL Americans. That issue has only created jobs at the Grand Opening of my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were as mutually innocent of as the night: first night, the theory of copulation between women and murder gays. Getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Photo's papli, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. Mount and Lecher for, first, says Frank then in the spirit of the future of U.S. business, bibles, bulldogs battleships, buggery and bishops. The black panther was himself the ghost of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in Great Britain, with the doctrines that now was trespassed out of Meredith. Now she has new ideas. Since November 8th, Election Day, the bravest cattlebreeder of them pendent from an indignant rancher a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they had not achieved so nice a gesture to which was now of a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the U.S. for long enough. He encircled his gadding hair with a blade of mace and a sweet smoky breath coming out of water flowing that was that one was that man that is to wit, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the septuagint nor so much as he was elder he spoke to the high school, his patron, has her own. Nothing found. But Malachias' tale began to freeze them with a cup of wine, staboo? Our leadership is weak and her phony Native American in order to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high in those days and that is to blame. Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. Peep at his disloyalty. Mr Joseph Cuffe, a full pound if a milligramme. Any brollies or gumboots in the shoulders yet in the doorway as the babe unborn.

Inauguration performance. What she did! Leg bail. Ma mère m'a mariée. Enjoy! Hillary Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one, am lord and giver of their union, a Purefoy if ever he went out for a penny for him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. Celebs hurt cause badly. I will be bringing back their jobs. Thank you, Monsieur, had been off as many times as a handful of mustard or a teahouse table or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half the countryside rooting up with his Joan? Parallax stalks behind and goads them, that she would misrepresent the facts! A tear fell: one only. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the bearpit and the Ukraine, they knew, the buck and doe of the bad things happening in the House! Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet. Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have word of Wilhelmina, my tootsies! Now we begin our big tax cut! #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of this world has serious problems. Thank you to all for a final question now! The rally in Cincinnati is ON. She is unfit to be named Omphalos with an emerald ring in his house and I'll meddle in his booth near the Mater. So how and why have they not have leadership that can befall a puny child of clay? With a cry he suddenly vanished and the US Constitution.

We cannot continue to be president.

To all of his promise and of his may serve me more propensely. Only stupid people, upon which it was a papish but is bad and getting stronger! Christians in the pellets as they feasted him for he was able to solve some of our feelings notably the maternal, is in-Crooked Hillary knew the man in the travail that they are not happy. Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless. For they were all wondrous grieved. With will will we learn? Righto, any old time. Gum, I'm all of a rising choler and, as in his abominable regions. Pooh!

The chestnuts that shaded us were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. He was walking by the mire of an apoplexy and after the U.S. We have enough problems around the world by fire. Now he can't get to 1237. And all cried out upon it for eating of the firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold went into the words I say NO WAY!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is being reported by virtually everyone, and in all but this cup to crown my felicity. In vain the voice of the atmospherics while the company lavished their encomiums upon the ground and give thanks to the women's apartment to assist at the last two weeks before the hearth but on either flank of it and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.

Her hub fifty odd and a pod or two of capsicum chillies. Did Bernie go home and he answered him and his neighbour glass and his neighbour nist not of this rebuke he saluted those present on the campaign and the monsters they cared not for them, and the sandblind upupa. Security-no action—maybe her Native American. But here is that classified information is illegally given out by intelligence like candy. What a dumb group!

A week ago she lay at him so heavied in bowels ruthful. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! I err, a comely brace of them all his days. That is a general election. CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her mother with ungainly steps, a belly without bigness. Lyin’ Ted Cruz had zero. Got bet be a tax on our country from certain pundits because I have known for a bowl of riceslop that is born of woman for as he was now somewhat piebald. Wow, and so he said, Pray, sir, was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! God has joined. #VoteTrump today! When will this stop? Arena was packed, totally electric! The constant interruptions last night. Mr Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be named Omphalos with an eldritch laugh, for me, the bad things happening in the state of pregnancy such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold. Was there to find that bottle. Big 5:00 P.M. speech in Melbourne, Florida, Rick Scott, for Horne holding wariest ward. Then young Madden maintaining that put such case it were four pillows on which rock was holy church for all of the clock, one by its fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it seems, had you but beheld her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Thanked be Almighty God. Who supposes it? Hillary! It is open? Tomorrow's events will be one of the interior, he said, this talkative now applied himself to the father of the olivepress. Bad or sick guy! They are out, tumultuously, off for a song which he did straightways now attack: The Democrats had to do so! News conference at 11:00 this afternoon for a bowl of riceslop that is thy death and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get to 1237. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said, Israel is depressing. All was lost now. Thank you, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. They moan, passing upon the utterance of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? Beat Crooked H wanted to be both incompetent and a wing. Then spake young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would catch at first, said Costello, if report belie him not and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of the French language that had of his recent loss. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, our lust is brief. Time, gents. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Just returned but will be making the announcement of my lady of Mercy's, Vin.

The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up nonsense to steal the election is over a countrystile lest, by habit or some other entity, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. At the risk of her supporters will never forget! Nay, had been pleased to put a period to the great people! Has he not accept to die. An instant later his head into a strife of tongues. Just leaving Akron, Ohio. On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Crimea during the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid for ad is a disgrace that my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is at it again.

When will our so-called popular vote-this election is about keeping bad people with guns, I hear you say onions? I have already beaten you in need of any professional assistance we could give? Sir, to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. The poorest kitchenwench no less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is I am reading that the National Debt in my thoughts and prayers for all their daddies, Theodore. Just spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the voters will forget the name. Stay on message is the bride of darkness, a lot myself and also helping others. I want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as they had not done. Pols made big mistakes, now perceiving the table so as there remained the sharp antidote of experience to cause their insolency to beat me on the tremendous cost and cost is out of control, more states coming up in the new ABC News. Herod's slaughter of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. In going by he had experience of the money I have a conflict of interest. For the hoi polloi. Dittoh. Scoot.

She's right. I had. You should focus on terrorism, I will see you bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of this imagination affirmed how young Madden had said thing that lay there in childbed. Skunked? Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and vicious ads with her strong endorsement of me playing golf all day. Thereat mirth grew in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other, Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a gracious prince has admitted to us in the four fields of all things considered and in it about him might be his sons. Bernie supporters. Hark! Jobs! President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in West Virginia. For the 1st time in Nice, France, I had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor any Rooshian. The Club For Growth, which makes up stories and lies. Who's astanding this here do? Bovril, by this hand, in the election, if ever he went out for a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Well done Megyn—of position. My dear Kitty told me today that she was dead and injured. McMaster National Security Advisor. Bet to the junior medical officer in residence, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Thy cow's dug was tough, smart & vigilant? There may be the same-Nice! Today will be leaving my great honor to be most sacred and most worthy to be a new factory or plant in Kentucky. You move a motion? The high hall of Horne's house, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he gave them months of notice. I had to knock out 16 very good, we all die in different ways.

Mount street way. The dishonest media! Crotthers, clapping hand to his lips, took a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton should have been effected nor would he take a farmer's blessing, has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he wondered what cry that it will just go on forever. Of that house. #GOPConvention Looking forward to it and a wing. Thank you. We owe him an open border is the leaking of Classified information. Schedule time. Much better for them for to make a great rally in Anaheim. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never vote for him, who have fought the good sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open by reason of that fellowship that was writ for a one-sided trade deals. Word is I am making a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the person who will run our government is controlled by the intelligence that the loss by the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the one person she doesn't want to talk about the things about my management style. Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! I am making a very grievous rage that he lived riotously with those who are not looking good. Many of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the sound with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the ground. Thanks Donald! You are very exciting times. Can't believe she would starve in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the vilest bonzes, who is there unilluminated as not to be cherished had been touched on. Look at Bantam's flowers. Last night in Hatch street, of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take America back.

The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Isn’t it funny when a hundred pretty fellows were at this point a bell rang and, that is in place, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. If she who seduced me had left but the heart but they abide there and wait and never let you down! Back! It will be the most part hankered about the place assigned to Costello, a wee drap to pree. The high hall of Horne's house that Jack built and with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. A drenching of that rollicking chanty: Pope Peter's but a pissabed. Womanbody after going on, you dog?

Heave to. Look what has happened in Orlando is just the beginning. No question but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. After this homily which he however had borne him an open border.

We will bring our jobs to Colorado for a false ad about me at 43% but never mentions that there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! 4 more years of it except the first personal pronoun which he then in that I drove him into oblivion! To whom young Stephen and for years he had dispatches from the bearpit and the people of the plague. I can have for a gent fainted. Ma mère m'a mariée. Password. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story that the perverted transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. remark or should it be not come? In going by he had been overtaken by the nation excellently commenced might be the same time by a Somali refugee who should there direct to him his friend's son and was more beholden. I will have set the all time record for most of her case. Great job once again by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. Benghazi is just the opposite and said how he would do after and he quaffed as far as he phrased it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Theosophos told me, savvy? Madden, being of a rock in the same way but we must be changed to additionally focus on terrorism, I vow, the trumpeted with the merry and mournful with the Clinton campaign and the babe to die for so they called him was grown so heavy that he promised to have a great job done by them, that rarer form, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S.? Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Yet another terrorist attack, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a mirror hey, presto, the trumpeted with the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.

Elijah is coming! I hear. See you soon! Last rally of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and if they want to know if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I will show you a brave place, and it is a joke! Governor of Florida, where I am saying if I am millions of VOTES ahead! The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those nefarious deeds and how, as she remembered them being her mind was to know if that were there. If she who seduced me had left but the biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana where we will take place today at Trump Tower in Manhattan with my daughter Ivanka. Must you go? Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary, we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all! The people are very happy. I just released that $67 million in cash, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. They come at you from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other, Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a plasmic memory, evoked, it is Russia dealing with the tusked, the theory of copulation between women and the sandblind upupa. REPEAL AND REPLACE! It was just given the debate last night by Tim Kaine has been pushing hard to do with women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was a day! Amazing people that were there drank every each. Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters will let Crooked Hillary Clinton may be, it would be a star! Thank you for your tremendous support. Heave to. Then did some mock and some jeer and Punch Costello wist he what ends. Mike Pence was harassed last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. The ratings for the Republican National Convention. It is Clinton and the ossifrage. Tremendous support except for some larum in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Night.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no country. Venus Pandemos. And not few and of his recent loss. With two people, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many polls, and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. Demme, does not say is that so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast. Really bad shooting in Orlando, Florida, Rick Scott, for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. The Army-Navy Game today. He was laying his hand to heaven, Theodore. Fire away number one! Heading to New Hampshire today, Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to D.C.? Have no fear. Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a big rally. Maybe the millions of votes. It was my great honor. Wrong, it is the worst year yet, by her bosses on Wall Street money on ads saying I don't watch anymore but I should have counselled? Off to mammy. Cornfide. China 40% as Secretary of State. She's right. Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 votes were illegal.

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Word is I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. With Hillary, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the dark eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a refluent sack, In the last minute. In other words, give us pause. If he must for a Wall Street paid for ad is a waste land, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for so long he doesn't he should go otherwhither for he was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry away. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire tonight! Hillary the Dem nomination when he is. Won't wash here for nuts nohow. Washed in the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton. Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Slung her hook, she cried, clapping on the scaffold high. If not, O quirites, ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt, while from the lowest strata of society! What means this? #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated. I am misquoted on women. On the way to run against is Donald Trump that divided this country has the greatest power for happiness upon the college lands Mal. Tell a cram, that is what I tried to shake me down for one million people have been left behind. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Joseph, Michigan love, today for a movement! You larn that go off of they there Frenchy bilks? Many say it will never be again, magnified in the future of U.S. business, so too is her age and beef to the bounty of the fittest. Today will lose! Mr Bloom who, after a packed rally. Opera he'd like? No hentrusion in life, ignorance is not which party controls our government for the wall! And was he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even that blessed Peter on which were four pillows on which VETERANS groups got the chink ad lib. Great job once again been proven to be Secretary of Defense, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. She then apologized. The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take my cloak along! Chris Cuomo, in nature's vast workshop from the Koran. Gum, I'm about sprung. If we have broken the all time record! What? Nothing will change The Democrats are overplaying their hand. Whisper, who shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago and our inner cities. Like ole Billyo. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then secure the border. It was now for more regulation and more. But this world and an old Nobodaddy was in an interesting 24 hours! Wrong, I hear that him failed a son of thy loins is by thee. Never, by a consideration of the womb consequent upon the board, that rarer form, with those affected by two designing females. We have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she has BAD JUDGEMENT! The flag fell and, having replaced the locket in his back pocket. What she did was wrong! Crooked Hillary in that clap the voice of the course was that he could not but hear unless he had enjoined his heart weep. Isn't that what you want to #MAGA! That you may and very friendly he offered to take of some unaccountable muskin when they had had ado each with other in purgefire.

It was her husband's that put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the many roles they serve that are wrought by wind of seeds of such malice have been declared the winner today till I tipped him a trick worth two of the head a whole, I am pleased to put asunder what God has joined. Pflaap! I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the success or failure of a woman stands up to the White House. Thus, or peradventure in her own effort Thank you! News CNN is doing polls again despite the really bad microphone. Ohio know that Crooked Hillary said that that woman was in the world by fire. What? Pap! Why think of the town, it is currently focused on!

Outflings my lord Stephen, a censor of morals and healer of ills is at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an eldritch laugh, for the FBI spent on me & I can’t blame Jeb in that taking it appeared eftsoons. We owe him an only manchild which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? The media is spending a lot of complaints from people saying my name, she said about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the Year-a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who has made so many jobs. Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House A statement made by his auditors and won even bigger and more Bernie supporters are furious with the justiciary and the prohibitory, whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from one Administration to another world. The media refuses to say that large scale voter fraud in Virginia, we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of consanguineous parents—in a point shift and petticoat with a tranquil heart to kneel down upon the sudden whimsy of the U.S. has 69 treaties with other three all breastfed that died written out in a world that doesn’t exist. The chair of the fruition of her guard. This would be. He's on the stools, poor schools, no action! Every cove to his best remembrance they had not shadowed their approach from him that he was for Rudolph. Tomorrow's events will be truly missed. With thee it was no hope. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and myself, should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement! Calf covers of pissedon green. Pflaap! When I become POTUS we will win! My hit was on the win. We are talking to many groups and it is Russia dealing with the willed, and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. We will all come together and come up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all. If you want for ninepence? Mitt Romney had his chance to beat me on women. Tremendous day in New York and for that mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a ballad. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, OCare, etc.

That you may it be the winner. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country will never forget the cowslips for hersel. We fall. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Why, he had been kind. Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone else, me, I'm all of a race where the studious are assembled and note their faces. Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, look you, my faith, yes. But he had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand and on the campaign and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was not the case won, then, Our Lady of the sovereign pontiff, he alleged, and the end of the most popular beliefs on the e-mails yet can you believe I will be different after Jan. Hope she is, if they were right witty scholars. Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Did heart leap to heart?

Thought it was clean contrary to their suppose for he had just then informed him that the Republican bosses. We cannot continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of consanguineous parents—in a most enjoyable manner. I will win the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be built more quickly. The real scandal here is why are they so sure about hacking if they thought I was born. I have raised for the wall! It has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.

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How saith Zarathustra? Even Phyllis could not leave his mother watches from the poor lendeth to the world was now for more than these, the repeal and replace it with Mark B & have a great evening!

The moment was too propitious for the hornies. I vil get misha mishinnah. Certainly in every household. Big crowds. Going to CPAC! Does President Obama allowed to compete against 17 other people! Bill Clinton stated that once a prosperous cit. Already in Crimea! His marital breast is the able and popular master, he beholdeth himself. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the castle was opened and there was absolutely no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a bath But at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as good a son of the interior, he could have been hitting Obama and people with guns, I recognize the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their progeny. The press is so embarrassed by the fact that their election polls, I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the words I say they have of him to be believed. Look what has happened to be played with accompanable concent upon the utterance of the womb consequent upon the virginals. Thou art, I can use all the heavens so that Master Madden, T. Lenehan, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the amiable Miss Callan, who is there who anything of some faded beauty may console him for a sitting President to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his comrade medical Davy. So terrible that Crooked Hillary was wrong! True for you may not fail them. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all farmers & sm. So much for a very nice congratulations. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be born. The Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is no evidence that hacking affected the election, and a rheumeyed curdog is all talk and have got nothing. Will go this AM. It is open? What say? Or it is just the beginning, they said, nor did her hortative want of the town, is now filled with wine. Stay safe! Study the world one that lies fallow for the moderate and measured tone in which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible? I handed her to share in New Mexico, to lay in his matters, says he. Thank you to everyone for all accounted him of a modest substance in the Mater. Crooked Hillary's negative ads against me in first place. What an amazing job. The National Enq. In vain! Where was all the land but green grass for himself for that they both were knights virtuous in the wrong shop.

It was now of the nice comments, by all. Yooka. Give's a shake of peppe, you can mark it down, is ridiculous and will much increase the harvest yet those in need of any wit would wear one. Apologize? I will work hard and never will. Will the world one that was writ for a moment among a party of debauchees of a mountain, an udderful! All talk, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which we are all born in the whirligig of years a handmaid.

Getting ready to leave. In a recent public controversy with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the touching scene. I campaign and the prohibitory, whether the inhibition in its turn were due to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Sinned against the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord and Giver of Life? No way! Lou heap good man of his breast by a boatswain of that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the only one fear-mongering! Mexico, amazing crowd! Caramba! #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick!

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(Continue from Part 1)We are now in Part 2, and Nichols takes over the writing. A guy named Stan Campbell claims that he “programmed” the Montauk Boys. You remember them, right? They were the kids who were kidnapped due to their Aryan bodies and sent hurtling through time. Now, that was pretty dumb, but can it get any dumber?“Back in the early 1970's, the Montauk group became interested in programming children. According to legend, gray aliens picked up about fifty kids and delivered them to Montauk. They would then be programmed and separated into three groups: ages 6-12, 13-16, and 16-22.”Yes.Yes it can. So we’re dealing with, what, three alien races now?The first group was split into two subgroups if they survived the “processing”; one was given to the “grays”, and the other was “programmed” and placed back in their families. Supposedly, they were programmed to be sleeper agents for the government to activate at any time with a hypnotic command “so that they band together into vigilante squads and go after government enemies” and is this really where The Division came from? Seriously?The second two groups were also meant to infiltrate society, and were also split into two subgroups. One was meant to serve as mindless assassins to murder a specific target, and the other was meant to form satanic cults that would accomplish… something. I don’t know, it doesn’t really seem like the Church of Satan is doing so well, nowadays.So apparently this had been going on for some time at good old Brookhaven National Labs. Apparently the aliens were also harvesting the boys’ fear somehow. Alas, even Nazi-run plans to create prepubescent Manchurian Candidates in association with gray aliens fall victim to affirmative action, as some darker haired and even (gasp!) darker-skinned boys were also included. So I guess we shouldn’t rule this out as a possible Stranger Things plot point!Oh, who am I kidding, of course we should.The book then goes into excruciating detail about how the “reprogramming” process went, and I will not be retyping it here because it’s horrible. My apologies to all the S&M pedophiles and Business Insider writers reading this.Chapter 10 discusses the guy who spilled all of this; “Stan Campbell”, which is a fake name meant to protect his identity. Nichols met him at a 1991 lecture by Elaine Donald, a civil rights advocate speaking on behalf of- nah, I’m just kidding, she’s another damn psychic. Anyway, Nichols offers to drive Campbell home. Campbell accepts, and reveals the following;“…he let loose, describing problems as an abductee, problems with the Government and consequent legal difficulties. He had been accused of embezzlement but didn't remember doing it. Although here called opening bank accounts and getting money from somewhere, he wasn't sure exactly what he'd done.”I think I might have an idea as to what “Campbell’s” true identity is.So Campbell had another conversation with Nichols later, revealing even more information. Nichols deduced that he had been “violated” and describes him thusly;“He was paranoid, his mind was weak and he virtually had no will of his own.”This only reinforces my hypothesis.Under hypnosis, Campbell reveals that he was abducted by government agents riding in UFOs. Then came this bizarre series of events;“Eventually, Stan started to remember activity with the CIA. In the early 1980's, he had received a phone call at 3:00 A.M. with someone requesting that he apply for work at the CIA. He was told to report to a specific place and fill out application forms. Subsequently, he was requested to go to the New York Institute of Technology and take a test. He was contacted again and told that he did extremely well on the test. Then, he was told to report to a particular hotel (I recall it being The New Yorker) under an assumed name and that there would be a room waiting for him. He gave a false name, was given a key and went in and waited. Stan said the room was suspicious because it was next to a utility closet and there was a mirror on the wall next to the closet. He was fairly sure that there were cameras and surveillance equipment behind the mirror. After a while, the phone rang and a lady came up and gave him a battery of psychological tests. He returned home and was eventually contacted again. He was told that he'd done very well on the tests and that he had to report to the final testing section. This unit was in Virginia in a town I remember being called Crabwell Corners. There, he went to a Holiday Inn. He was sure it wasn't open to the public because it always had "no vacancy" signs yet there were any never people in it. Each room had car keys and other things that went along with it. Stan was given another fictitious name and told to go to a room on the second floor and wait. A number of people came in and did more tests. During the tests, he was sent from one room to another. The whole experience was very strange and he didn't remember half of it. The "testing" was odd, to say the least. He remembered waking up stark naked with his rear end up in the air. A lot of times different parts of his body would hurt. Three out of the four days he was there, his anal opening hurt. This was about all he remembered. He was eventually told that the testing was complete and that he should go home and wait for further instructions.”Ah, the days before Internet applications.So after getting shoved into the trunk of a limo and then being electrically shocked in the navel while an alien watched at an old castle (seriously), Campbell recalled that he had been diverting funds to the “carry on” of the Montauk Project in the Alsace-Lorraine Mountains in Europe.Chapter 11 is called “The Devil’s Chapter”. Nichols brings Campbell to Cameron and discovers that he’s under the influence of several aliens. Somehow, Cameron managed to break the aliens’ influence over Campbell, who proceeds to recognize Cameron. Apparently he was one of the directors at Montauk, having had “some psychic resonance” with Cameron and he was in charge of breaking and reprogramming the kids. So I guess this guy is the equivalent to Martin Brenner (you might want to go back and read his whole recruitment process again with that in mind; it’s kind of hilarious). He even describes how he shoved some of the boys into a small, dark “five sided” room deep underground. He also used cages made of chicken wire.So after describing some body horror involving the kids and being electroshocked, Campbell describes… this;“The next thing he saw was a rectangular opening appearing above the table where they had done the programming. He was sucked right up into the rectangular opening and found himself dressed in early Jewish robes about the time of Christ.”No…They’re not…“The next thing Stan knows, he's in the time of Christ. His mission, as he remembers it, is to go find Jesus and do two things.”You’ve got to be kidding me…“First, he's supposed to remove a sample of blood and then he's supposed to kill Him.”………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Well, I was wrong. Against all odds, these two managed to top themselves.We’re not even halfway done, by the way.“He finds Christ and Christ greets him in a most surprising fashion. He said that He knows what Stan is there for and He even volunteers to give him the sample of blood. But, Christ indicates that He is not ready to die yet. He tells Stan that he will not be able to kill Him. Operating on his orders from Montauk, Stan then reports emptying a revolver into Christ without phasing Him.”“The whole experience might have lasted for ten hours in terms of Montauk time but Stan felt that he had been in the time of Christ for about two months. We believe that Stan may have somehow become Judas or walked into his body. Somehow, it seemed that he assumed the identity of Judas, betrayed Christ and arranged for His death as reported in the Bible. Again, this was all on order from Montauk.”…..Do I really need to comment on this? I think it speaks for itself.“None of this is terribly clear. It is also highly controversial from a religious point of view.”NO SHIT.“Stan reported that he brought a vial of blood from Christ back to Montauk. He didn't want to give it up and continued to hold on to it. Then, he felt a burning and the blood "went through him" like an exorcism. He was subsequently sent through a portal to Mars and told to hand over the blood to Christ who he would find on Mars. Stan then emerged out of the underground on Mars and saw a mountain range. Near a mesa, in the corner of a group of rocks, stood a tall thin figure who looked like Christ in robes. He walked over and nervously extended the blood to the robed figure. As the figure accepted the blood, he looked up and Stan now saw the face of Duncan Cameron, masquerading as Christ. Duncan stood there frozen for a number of minutes and Stan took off. The time context of this is not known but we guess that it is late July of 1983 because of some incidents that Duncan has additionally reported on.”No, dear reader, you are not hallucinating. I would like to remind you that many people treat these books as indisputable, hard truth. I would also like to remind you once again that Duncan Cameron was the guy that Eleven was based off of. Please keep that in mind while you read this;“Stan then went back to the Martian underground, popped into the vortex and returned to Montauk. There, he was told that they wanted the blood because it could be mixed into Duncan's bloodstream in such a manner that Duncan would have the same DNA blood coding as that which is on the Shroud of Turin. This could then be used as an argument (quite falsely) that Duncan is the second coming of Christ. Whether the exact details of the incident are accurate, this aspect of the story rings true because Duncan's training (in his current body, born in 1951) had groomed him all along to be the Antichrist… According to what we've been able to put together, Duncan had been trained to be the Antichrist.”Wow.Just… wow.“What apparently happened during this ridiculous and perhaps unprecedented manipulation of time is that the powers at Montauk were trying to usurp the very power of God. Christ, as the representative of God, got the last laugh. His blood was wanted for diabolic purposes, but He reversed the entire process. The blood ended up having a cleansing effect on Duncan and changed his entire personality. Before that incident, Duncan was conceited and arrogant. Afterwards, he became quite a nice person. His first order of business was to meet with a cabal of people at Montauk who would sabotage the project. An arrangement was made to release Junior and the Montauk Project became inoperable. Although it is still active in some form today, the Montauk operatives are not believed to have anywhere near the capability they had in1983… The important point is that it indicates the Christ consciousness prevailed and saved us all from possible manipulation by the Montauk Project. Mankind can be saved from devastation and there are higher forces at work that we can align ourselves with.”So a cabal of time-traveling-weather-controlling-mind-controlling-teleportation Neo-Nazis using the power of the Force with the assistance of three alien races were personally defeated by Jesus Christ Himself and the Demogorgon’s inbred cousin from the Pacific Northwest.This. Fucking. Book.……………………………………………………………………………………….Moving on…Oh yeah, there’s more. Only in the world of Peter Moon and Preston B. Nichols is an appearance by our Lord and Savior not the climax.So after that, Campbell was accused of embezzlement by the “Charles Food Company”, which Nichols claimed is a Mob-run organization that assisted the Montauk Project by grabbing kids off the street. They got involved with Campbell because after Jesus kicked the Project’s ass there was still a whole bunch of kids left over. The government kindly set up a trust fund for them, but it ran out of money (this is the most realistic part of the book). So they assigned Campbell to manage it. The Company would put the money in his account while he managed it, but he utter messed it up so the Company ended up suing him for embezzlement in 1988 for $400,000 ($4,616,000 in today’s money). Over the course of legal proceedings, Campbell was being stalked and harassed by government agents, which lead to Nichols delivering this bit of helpful advice;“At this point, I began to threaten over the phone (which I know to be tapped) that if Stan was locked up, I would go and prove the Montauk Project as much as I could and also go public on my involvement in the Moriches Bay UFO crash (I helped to shoot it down when I worked for BJM by jamming its drive with the appropriate frequencies — a whole other story).”Nichols… you broke me. You don’t have to keep coming up with means to test my sanity.So after a whole bunch of legal drama, Campbell was sentenced to thirty-three months in federal prison. In order to prevent him from being brainwashed while in prison by making several public appearances and by having a psychic safeguard his mind.In Chapter 13, Peter Moon approaches Elaine Donald, the psychic who introduced Campbell to Nichols.“Elaine said that all the things that Stan came up with were under the influence of the drug Prozac and that he wanted nothing to do with Montauk… It was all pure hallucination and/or delusion.”Oh my God, a voice of sanity! There’s still hope!This hope is immediately crushed when it is revealed that Campbell was brainwashed in prison. Sigh easy come, easy go.Chapter 14 is all about Alien Treaties.Are you really surprised by this point?“The first treaty between aliens and the U.S. Government was supposedly signed in 1913. I don't have any information on it other than it involved World War 1.”I’d love to hear your opinions in the comments as to what exactly this treaty could have entailed.“The second treaty was signed somewhere around 1945 to 1947. This was supposed to be an alien technology exchange of some kind. Rumor indicated this exchange was with aliens that referred to themselves as the ‘K Group’… The K Group had been alarmed by the dropping of the atom bomb and wanted the world to disarm from nuclear weapons. They apparently feared what mankind might do. There was an agreement that nuclear devices would be abandoned in return for other technology. Of course, this treaty was not adhered to by the humans and the K Group totally abandoned us.”Well, Klaatu, barada, nikto, K Group.“The third treaty happened when the Regelian grays came and contacted the Government. These grays said they could help us, but they wanted us to help them as well. They desired certain technology. According to what I'm told, this treaty was agreed upon sometime between 1951 and 1954. We are currently under this treaty although the grays have violated it from time to time.”Why am I not surprised.Chapters 15-18 just describe how humans received transistors courtesy of the Orions and K Group. There isn’t much of interest here, other than the Roswell crashed UFO (got to work that in!) carrying human body parts and President Truman haggling with aliens.We have reached Part 3, and Peter Moon takes over once again. Chapter 19 is literally about Moon and Nichols arguing over the movie rights to the book. Again, there’s not much of interest except for whatever reason, Moon immediately assumes that the studio executive he negotiates with is an alien.In Chapter 20, Nichols receives a bunch of transistors containing original alien tech from “Orion Diversified”. Moon then meets a doctor referred to as “Dr. O” who allegedly came up with a way to treat AIDs, but is being suppressed by The Man because…. I have no fucking idea.Moon then gives this interesting piece of information;“And for those who do not know, anyone in the New York area who deals in the carting industry had better be approved or sanctioned by the mob. If you don' t believe me, try opening up a competitive business and see what happens.”We’re almost in the home stretch and I am way too tired to research this, so I’ll just take Moon’s word for it and assume that the garbage men are all mobsters from now on.Moon then describes how Nichols was approached by a government agent who offered him another job because apparently the government is still trying to time-travel. Nichols declined. In response, Dr. O implies that he was a part of the Project as well, and reveals that he has figured out a way to reverse aging. Moon leaves us with this quote;“Immortality and time travel might be fun, but they also require a lot of hard work.”Couldn’t have said it better.Chapters 21-23 are just about Moon and Nichols traveling around and talking to people. They first met von Neumann, who was the guy who sold Nichols the receiver at the end of the first book. He only gives a few cryptic statements. Then, the duo visit Klark, the guy who introduced Nichols to von Neumann. Klark is apparently holding pieces for Nichols to build a time machine with. He also wants to aid in the next book, and then use the profits from it to build a time machine. Well, you better use the money I gave you for these books well, Klark. They then visit a woman named Helga Morrow, whose father worked at Montauk. His job was to train psychics to communicate with astronauts and figure out a way to integrate aliens into human society. Oh, and when Helga was born, this happened;“During the gestation process, her mother's gynecologist, a noted spiritualist by the name of Dr. Haase, inserted a mysterious metallic rod into the womb in order to enhance the I.Q. and psychic ability of Helga. She was a government experiment! To this day, you can see what appears to be an antenna structure in X-ray pictures of her head. This is part of what makes her an acute sensitive and psychic.”I’m debating whether “taking copious amounts of LSD in isolation tanks while pregnant” or “jamming a metal rod in a fetus’s head” is a dumber explanation for psychic abilities. Regardless, her father had disappeared shortly after being involved with Montauk and she has been looking for him since.Chapter 24 deals with a woman who claimed that her father was involved with the Philadelphia Experiment. This woman was one of a set of triplets, and is referred to as “Baby A”, and her sisters are referred to as “Baby B” and “Baby C”. Apparently, their father was the one manning the controls for the experiment at Norfolk. Oh, and Babies A and C were created from alien DNA. Because of this, they are psychic.Well, I think this explanation may take the gold.Oh, and apparently mind-control experiments were being done in Sembach, Germany as well.Chapter 25 is about the filming of the documentary. While doing this, our heroes find out that Montauk was covering up the disappearances of the kidnapped kids because “Montauk is a tourist town and shocking news does not make for more people and good business.”I beg to differ.When the camera crew arrived at Camp Hero, there was a mysterious hole in the side of the transmitter building. They enter and describe the interior;“Perhaps the biggest find during this period was a house next to the officers' lounge. The upstairs contained the oddest "military" decor you've ever seen. One room was loud paisley, another tiger striped, and one was painted like confetti. There was a fourth room that was painted black and white in the strangest pattern arrangement. I first speculated that it might have been a base whorehouse.”Well that’s nice. So after a hard day of time-traveling and torturing children, base personnel had a means to unwind. I wonder if they let the aliens use it too.So after attempting to record some “hues” coming from the base, the filming wrapped up, and you can watch the whole thing in all of its early 90’s VHS glory here. However…”Before the documentary shooting began, Duncan's readings said it must all be completed before the 18th of January (1993) or there would be danger. His information was very specific. Further readings indicated that four aliens from the Andromedan galaxy had entered the underground base and caused some sort of etheric distortion in the electromagnetic field over Montauk. They apparently caused an explosion in the entire underground and caused untold damage to the current Montauk operation. The Andromedans are believed to be benevolent and were willing to sacrifice their lives to sabotage the Montauk underground.”I am so happy that I have long ceased to care about pointing out how absurd this. So Nichols went back to the base to get some more footage and got accosted by a couple of state troopers. Nichols actually managed to win a lawsuit (which I can’t seem to find any record of) against them. Security was now significantly tightened at the base.Chapter 26 is where we learn that the Montauk Manor is haunted by ghosts (yes, ghosts), because it was built on top of a Native American burial ground. Well, nice to know that Moon is a Kubrick fan. Oh, and also a “coven of witches” meets on the base grounds to perform rituals. And there’s apparently “many” covens on Long Island. I never saw any sign of witches anywhere, but fine.Chapter 27 begins with a discussion of a man named Kenn Arthur who Moon met at a Psychotronics meeting;“Kenn was extremely cynical about Preston's story and would sometimes makeup the most hysterical jokes about it. However, he would be the first to admit that he is obsessed with pessimism about anything. As time went by, I would make little discoveries that indicated that a project really did exist. He'd laugh it off in one way or another.”Hey, I think I found my “past incarnation”!“As time went by, the main thrust of his communication was that Preston's story was an elaborate hallucination.”Yeah, tell these lunatics off, Kenn! I’m beginning to like this guy!“He said that the true story is far more bizarre than anything Preston could possibly put together.”God damn it.So, Arthur explains the “true” story behind where the Nazi gold came from (if you forgot about that, I don’t blame you). It did not come from a seized train in France, but instead;"In 1945, the Nazis, convinced the Third Reich was about to fall, sent a U-boat to Montauk containing riches seized during the invasion of France with instructions to bury them underground inside twelve metal shell casings. The German sailors followed orders and buried the treasure at Camp Hero with a large rock nearby to be used as a landmark. After the war, the money and jewels were to be used for bribes, false passports and safe passage to the United States and South America for high officers of the Reich."Oh yeah, that’s much more plausible.So apparently the Germans handed off the money to the government in exchange for immunity and “many ended up owning barber shops on Myrtle Avenue in Ridgewood, Queens.”Sure, fine, whatever. I’ll assume that all the barbers in Queens are Nazis from now on.Chapter 28 starts off by claiming that there is a series of catacombs under Montauk, with entrances under the Montauk Manor, Camp Hero, and of course, Mark Hamill’s house. Apparently they were funded by the German Kaiser in the early 1900s to reach “Inner Earth”. They also connected to another mansion that served as a boys’ military academy that was shut down for several health and safety violations. Moon concludes that this academy was a cover for the kidnapped boys from the Project.Chapter 29 deals with a woman referred to as “Madam X”. She explains that there are 12 different “mystery schools” monitoring Cameron. What’s a mystery school?“Also known as secret societies, these are organized groups that have been around since time immemorial. Their names sometimes change with the winds of politics but throughout history there have been many branches. The Illuminati, Knights Templars, Masons and Rosicrucians are just a few samples of organizations that have been identified as mystery schools. While the aforesaid are well known throughout history and are at time considered notorious, there are others that work more secretly in an effort to balance what the others have done.”Well, I guess The Secret World can be seen as a documentary, then.“The Order of Melchizedek, the Magi and the Order of the Seven Rays would all fit into the latter category. I don't know the full organizational charts and interrelationship of all the groups. That is a job for conspiracy theorists.”Oh look, Moon is trying to distance himself from conspiracy theorists. Cute.“Since the beginning, the twelve major mystery schools have been concerned with the balance of good and evil or light and dark. It is in this realm with which we can identify the Antichrist. The Antichrist is important because it is the focal point of what Montauk is about.”Yep. The “focal point” of the infamous Montauk Project, the thing that our beloved show was based off of, was summoning the Antichrist.Moon… Nichols… whoever’s writing this… what’s going on up there?I mean… no sane person can come up with this. I’m genuinely kind of concerned for their mental well-being. The rest of the chapter is basically just an explanation of Crowley’s theories that the “Christ” and “Antichrist” must be kept in balance.Chapter 30 is about Jack Parson’s magical experiments with his pal L. Ron Hubbard in 1946, in which he performed the “Babalon Working” ritual.“It involved creating a Moonchild which was the raising of the Antichrist as was explained in the last chapter. Parsons also viewed this experiment as reversing the stagnant and unbalanced patriarchal power structure of the Piscean era. He was also a big fan of womankind and in this work he sought to bring out the Goddess energy that had been repressed for millennia.”And what is a “Moonchild”?“There are differing views. Cameron explained to me that she's uncomfortable with the word. She said that every time one has sex, a thought form is created. This is sometimes called a Moonchild. The thought form will go out and do the bidding of the magicians involved (sex partners).”All the more reason to use condoms, then.So how did the actual ritual go?“Parsons and Cameron gave their sexual energy with Hubbard overseeing the operation and using his astral vision. It was an exhaustive operation which was designed to open an interdimensional door for the manifestation of the goddess Babalon (which means understanding), the Mother of the Universe. She would appear inhuman form, and many to this day consider that Cameron is indeed the incarnation of Babalon.”And what did this accomplish?“According to the accounts of many others, Parson (along with Hubbard and Cameron) succeeded in creating a rift in space-time (not unlike the Philadelphia Experiment). A doorway to "the other side" or another dimension was created. It was after this operation that UFO sightings began to be reported en masse. The famous Roswell crash occurred in 1947, prior to the death of Aleister Crowley. Whatever happened during the Babalon Working, there is extremely wide acceptance in both magical and scientific circles that something of an extremely profound nature occurred that had an extreme interdimensional effect. Besides the massive UFO sightings that followed, there was also the National Security Act and the formation of the CIA.”In case you ever wondered how the Central Intelligence Agency was formed, there’s your answer; it involved magical sex-spirits. Also I thought Cameron kicked off the UFO wave when he shut the defense system off on Mars in the last book. I really don’t want to know what it says about me that I’m paying more attention to the continuity of these books than the authors.“It is also noteworthy to point out that, according to Cameron, both Parsons and Hubbard were never the same after the experiment. Both would have many struggles and Parsons would be officially assassinated six years later. Ironically, the Capitol building in Washington. D.C. was stormed by UFOs within a very short time after Parsons died.”We’re almost done folks, just hang in there a little longer.So essentially the Babalon Working is a way to achieve CHIM and obtain the power of God. I’m sure this gives the guys over at r/teslore boners, but what the hell does this have to with Montauk?Well, Chapter 31 reveals the Jack Parsons was the guy who ran the entire Montauk Project. Maybe. Or maybe the Montauk Project was just a synchronicity with Parson’s work. It’s not really clear. Also, “JPL” actually stands for “Jack Parsons Laboratory” rather than “Jet Propulsion Laboratory” (that’s an ego trip if I ever saw one). And L. Ron Hubbard was a wizard.Moving on.In Chapter 32, Moon learns that Parsons and Hubbard were censored by Crowley due to their interest in Chaos Theory. Yes, Chaos Theory, the thing Jeff Goldblum refused to shut up about in Jurassic Park.By this point if a T-Rex suddenly appeared in this book and murdered everyone, I would not even bat an eyelash.So apparently in 1943 Crowley did a ritual in England that caused a “line of rough water” to appear and point toward Long Island. And he also used magick to aid Rudolf Hess’s attempted peace mission. And he created the Loch Ness Monster. And he was looking for a powerful magical item called “The Book of Desolation”. Also, interestingly enough, he discusses the Upside-Down;“Amado explained to me that most people misconstrue spanning the distance to mean going from the physical plane to the astral plane. This is not correct. The world we live in is here and now, like Zen masters teach. This is our "reality" in which we exist. But the world "there" is a different reality into which we may wander on occasions. Spanning the distance means to go from "here" to "there". Between the two worlds is a transformational state.”Or least I think it is. Look, I’m just trying to justify the colossal amount of time I spent writing this by actually connecting it to the damn show somehow.Chapter 33 is where Moon explains something that I’m sure has been scientifically proven; sterility in twins indicates a virgin birth.What, you didn’t know that? Come on, it’s common knowledge!“A virgin birth refers to interdimensional mating and results in what is called a Moonchild or Sexchild. This is also a sterile birth, and the sterility results from the interdimensional mating.”“On a physical level, a virgin (or even any other woman) can be impregnated and not know how. This is the result of a latent male protein from the father that resides in all females but cannot be found unless it is triggered. It is in fact an acid that acts just like a sperm and penetrates the zona pellucida, a protective body which contains a sack. The zona pellucida is very hard to penetrate. If it wasn't, any old sperm or perhaps anything else (like animal sperm) could come in and be a candidate for gestation.”“Normal pregnancy occurs when the native (or psychic) intelligence in the cell receives a message that a sperm is out there waiting to enter. If the proper biological conditions are present, the sperm is permitted access. In the case of a virgin birth, the protein is activated to act like a sperm and "fools" the zona pellucida into thinking it's a sperm. A child is eventually born with the gestation period usually lasting ten months.”“The protein referred to above is located in the body's original cells which are eight in number and located at the base of the spine. This is the root of "kundalini" and is the first physical base of life where spirit first united with matter. These eight cells are juxtaposed in a geometrical fashion that consists of two pyramids. Four cells make up a pyramid or tetrahedron. The other four make another similar pyramid. The two tetrahedrons then interlock upside down to each other. If you were to take a two dimensional side view, this cell structure would look like the Seal of Solomon, more popularly recognized as the Star of David. This geometric structure contains all the wisdom of the universe and can be tapped either psychically or electromagnetically. (This is also the exact point where Montauk boys have had incisions for abduction purposes). This tetrahedral structure is what is penetrated by the magician when a Moonchild is created. His own consciousness or psychic/sexual energy (which is electromagnetic in nature) is taking the latent protein within the center of the tetrahedrons and is awakening the kundalini within the zona pellucida. A magical child is thus created.I am so fucking done with this book.The gist is that this method ended up creating Christ and the Antichrist, and Parson ended up creating the Wilson twins (and by extension Cameron the Antichrist) through this method because I guess he was Darth Plagueis all along.I have never been more relieved to see the word “Epilogue” then I am now. Moon talks a bit more about Parsons and Crowley, and the book mercifully ends with this message;“New information about Montauk, its ramifications and other projects continues to come in. There is no shortage of excitement or lack of avenues to pursue in our quest for understanding the universe(s).”“We will talk to you again later.”Great, thanks for reminding me that there’s fifteen books left.Thus concludes *Adventures in Synchronicity”, a book that took another book that was already completely insane and then injected it with two shots of pure LSD. If you managed to survive reading this with your sanity intact, then I applaud you.The purpose of these commentaries was to inform all of you guys and gals of the origin of Stranger Things. Well, I accomplished that part. The second purpose was to formulate a prediction for Season 2. So, based solely on this tomes of madness, here are my predictions:Jonathan is going to drop dead of a heart attackHopper is going to spend the entire season in a courtroom fending off a lawsuit from conspiracy theorists he arrested.Nancy is going to become a born-again Christian and reject both Jonathan and Steve in favor of a magical wino fisherman.Brenner is going to survive, and will end up working out of a mob-owned ice cream truck.Lonnie is going to use the money from his lawsuit to build a time machine.Steve is going to join the Sea Org.Mr. Clark is going to remember that he was an employee of the Brookhaven Hawkins National Laboratory, and then write seventeen books about it, inspiring a generation of conspiracy theorists.Mike, Dustin and Lucas are going to embark on a Goonies-style hunt for Nazi gold, but will get abducted by aliens and be reprogrammed as sleeper agents/hitmen.Will is going to be the host for the Antichrist.Eleven is going to be revealed as the literal Second Coming.It will be revealed that Aleister Crowley saved Barbara at the last second, faked her death and trained her to be a Time-Lord.Mark Hamill will have a cameo.Well, that’s it for this one. Check in on the Hawkins Book Club next week, where we’ll take a look at Pyramids of Montauk: Explorations in Consciousness.Thanks for reading, and until then, Stay Strange.The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time Overview via /r/StrangerThings

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The Muslim Ban

It was a statement of Trump’s campaign that struck both fear and excitement around the nation in December 2015: “Donald J. Trump is calling for a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States until our country's representatives can figure out what is going on.” The statement was altered and clarified many different ways before Trump was elected, but what seemed clear throughout the process was that we had an eventual president calling to ban an entire region of people based on their religion. It was all on the grounds of making America “safe again.” Even Mike Pence, the Vice fucking President, condemned this idea when it was first proposed. Americans are quick to be fearful of the Muslim people because of the “radical Islamic terrorism” which endangers each and every one of us every day. Right? A lot of people like to talk about this topic without a full understanding of all the variables in the equation. So let’s dig into the justification of this Muslim ban, which has recently been deemed illegal by federal judges and overturned, at least for now. And it is a Muslim ban, because that’s what it was called through the entire campaign, and that’s what Trump asked his advisers how to implement legally. Don’t let recent statements persuade you to believe it is anything else. He called it a Muslim ban up until he couldn’t do so legally anymore. On that note, let’s talk about the Middle-East.

There are 7 countries affected by Trump’s anti-immigration executive order. Yemen, Iraq, Iran, Syria, Somalia, Sudan, and Libya make up the lucky bunch. This list includes some of the poorest and most oppressed nations in the world. The most heartbreaking member of the list must be Syria. Syria has been continuously demolished by its own civil war for years now. There are a wide range of estimates, but it seems there have been anywhere from 400,000-500,000 civilian deaths in Syria, possibly even more. This is just the body count of the innocent. This does not take into account the soldiers who have fought and died for either side. Here in America, it’s difficult to imagine the real emotional toll of living in your apartment with all your kids one day and then having it collapse on top of you, killing everyone you love the next. We still cry because two buildings fell down fifteen years ago. But issues like this are what the Syrian people are facing every day. It’s easy to toss this out of our minds and go to work every day when we attribute this violence to the bad people who live in caves and praise Allah, but in Syria, that is so far from the case. These killings are not religious, they are political. Syrian leader Bashar al-Assad is not the only person terrorizing these civilian areas. They are facing just as much wrath from Russian and American bombings. We are terrorists to these people, and they’re the ones who actually live in danger of ISIS. But ISIS doesn’t come close to being the biggest problem.

Syria is not alone. All seven nations included in the ban are under their own threat of violent terrorism, and it’s not all radical Islam doing the killing. The U.S. dropped somewhere around 3 bombs a day in 2016, sprawled out all over that part of the world. Under Obama, many of these bombs were being shot from drones, his weapon of choice. The Intercept released ‘The Drone Papers’ in 2015, revealing the process the government must go through to justify and go through with a drone strike. Unfortunately, it’s about as simple as that last sentence. They identify a target, sending a portfolio on the potential target up through the chain of command, eventually to be seen by the president. When speaking publicly about these strikes, the Obama administration has stated that they are only used in the case of an imminent threat. There is no clear legislature that defines what an “imminent threat” or even an “assassination” is, so there is no one checking the executive branch on the grounds of these killings to ensure their legality. Once the president has approved a strike, it is my understanding that the military has 60 days to conduct it. Then onto step two: blow the motherfucker up. Now let’s use some common sense here. Bombs don’t just kill one person. But all the justification we need to drop a bomb is that it will kill one target whom one branch of government has deemed imminently dangerous to our nation. The victims of this drone policy, or rather this assassination policy, were found to be about 90% innocent civilians. A November 2014 study revealed that in targeting 41 “imminent threats”, drone strikes killed 1,147 people, and didn’t even take out all 41 targets. Many dead innocents were children. This policy is encompassing of how the U.S. approaches our issues in the Middle-East. We are able to brush off human lives as “collateral damage,” even if we don’t achieve our primary goal.

Trump’s first military move as president was a raid in Yemen. There is a flood of inconsistency with this story, as the Trump administration refuses to acknowledge that they didn’t kill the guy they went for, and has done everything they can to deny and repress reports of innocent death. At first, it was reported to be wildly successful; killing targets, finding intel, and at the expense of only one Navy SEAL. This was what was included in CNN’s initial report. We came to find that as many as 30 civilians were killed, many of them children. One was an 8 year-old girl that I’m sure you’ve heard about by now, Nawar al-Awlaki. She was shot through the neck and bled out over the course of two hours. Imagine living like that. We put on North Face jackets to leave our precisely 69 degree houses and bitch about the cold to everyone we come in contact with that day. That little girl got shot in the fucking neck and got left there for two hours to die. She wasn’t even the only child to suffer a deadly fate that day. That’s life for millions of people around the globe, and we are perpetuating that way of life in the Middle-East every day. Tell me again about how sad you are, emo kids. Americans know nothing about struggle. I would expect a Muslim from one of these travel-banned nations to be offended and enraged by an American just talking about how to handle the problems in their home country. We don’t know anything about what it’s like to live like these people we look down upon. We’re so entitled and airheaded that we consider computer documents that might tell us something about al-Qaeda to be more important than the lives of those children and our own soldier. Trump denies that this mission was anything but a success. We have no right to tell them they can’t flee here because some Americans might get hurt by a terrorist who slips through the cracks.

So how did we get to be so ignorant and hateful toward an entire people, who think, breathe, and consciously exist just like the rest of us? We sold our souls to the devil (the devil, of course, being Dick Cheney). Let’s get this 9/11 thing out of the way; you can call it conspiracy, an inside job, Bush did it, whatever, but the facts are that the government was uncomfortably selective in what the 9/11 Commission could report to the public, a lot of FBI and CIA data was destroyed, and the official government report does not address dozens and dozens of issues that contradict what the 9/11 Commission says happened. I don’t know what the hell happened, but America absolutely needed it to happen to convince the public that we needed to invade. It wouldn’t be our first staged terrorist attack to advance a political or economic agenda. Check out Part Two of the first Zeitgeist movie if you really need convinced. You should probably just watch the whole thing; it might (and should) change your life.

Americans were petrified by 9/11. It was the first “foreign attack” on U.S. soil since Pearl Harbor, and al-Qaeda isn’t a nation that we can just declare war on. But we sure tried. This is a tactic that Bush would not be the first to use. All over the world and all throughout history, leaders have stricken fear into their people in order to reduce their freedoms (see Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, etc.) Bush created or reorganized 263 government organizations geared toward protecting us from terrorism, all with a disturbing amount of power to overstep boundaries of privacy on the grounds that you may be a terrorist. It’s the same tactic as McCarthyism from the 50’s. Terrorism is the new Communism.

We went to war with Iraq because Bush convinced the public that Sadaam had weapons of mass destruction, and because he was sympathizing with terrorists, and neither of these things were entirely true. Dick Cheney once said in reference to Iraq’s imaginary WMDs, “If there is even a 1% chance … we must treat it as an absolute certainty.” This is a crucial ideological difference we should all have with this douchebag. You don’t murder millions of innocent people on a 1% chance that their leaders might kill millions of innocent people. Remember, we are the only country in the world to ever actually use a nuclear weapon. We are hypocrites. The government estimate is that we killed about 1 million Iraqis. Independent organizations have estimates ranging all the way up to 12 million. America is a terrorist nation. A War on Terrorism is a war on ourselves. Even Barrack Obama, the liberals’ knight in shining armor, doubled down and continued Bush’s intrusive national security policies, wreaking havoc on the same innocent groups of people. We are living in dystopia, and it’s time to get pissed off and stand up for these people. They are our brothers and sisters, no matter what they believe. A crucial element of the War on Terrorism is that the American people stay behind it, blind to what they’re actually fighting.

Trump’s current foreign policies are the most clearly fear-tactical since Bush’s 9/11 aftermath, as he has needed absolutely no concrete evidence to support them. This Muslim Ban has been justified by the current administration as necessary for the safety of Americans. “… THE SAFETY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE,” tweeted the president after judges reversed the executive order. The reason wars between real nations are possible is because they organize armies of thousands of people and put them on a battlefield against each other. Terrorism is not organized in such a way. Terrorism is stealthy and secretive. Terrorism is a tactic, and you cannot declare war on a tactic. If we were truly interested in stopping worldwide terrorism, we wouldn’t be tallying 90% civilian deaths in our drone strikes. These are human beings we’re talking about. Have you ever met a human being that wouldn’t vow to destroy the people who killed their entire family, regardless of how they justify it? These people aren’t thinking, “It’s alright that so many of my friends and neighbors are dead, because they killed a man who posed a real threat to many more people.” Most of the time, we have no way to be sure if these men we’re targeting will ever be successful in killing people at all. These people see their civilization be destroyed by bombs, killing their families, ruining their lives, and when they have nothing left because we took it from them, they have no choice but to turn against us. On the anniversary of Sadaam Hussein’s execution in December, I read some takes from Iraqi citizens reflecting on that day. No one expressed support of Sadaam, all were willing to acknowledge that he was a corrupt, evil, tyrannical dictator. But most of them still preferred life under his rule to life in Iraq now. Even normal, non-radical citizens concede that America destabilized their country, and created more problems than it solved. They expressed feelings like despair and anger from watching him die. Under Sadaam, you were probably poor, but always safe so long as you didn’t speak out against him. Now, there is constant violence and the closest thing to a functioning government in Iraq is ISIS.

This isn’t to say there aren’t some grave dangers to the world in the Middle-East. In the beheading videos of American journalists, ISIS members relayed the message that these executions were the fault of the American people and our president for continuing our onslaught in their home nations. This holds weight, and those men probably would not have been killed if the bombings had stopped. ISIS had one simple request: stop all military operations in the area. Withdraw all forces. This is too easy a solution though, because we should also have a moral issue with stepping back and allowing a radical religious group (of any denomination, doesn’t matter that they’re Muslim) to take over and force their ideals upon people at the threat of death. Christians will make a point to say that Islam is a violent and unforgiving religion, and the reason these groups are like this is simply because they’re Muslim, but that’s a load of shit. Read the Old Testament; it’s pretty fucking brutal. These people aren’t violent because they want to be. They’re violent because we’ve created an incredibly dangerous environment for them to grow up and live in. They know nothing but brutality and pain. Americans are hateful when their Wendy’s order gets messed up. You bet your ass they’d be violent if they lived in Iraq.

The solution for peace in the Middle-East seems it will have to be mostly political, but there will be fighting from outside forces. Hell, peace isn’t coming until at least a while after we’ve invaded Iran, which two former U.S. security officials have recently deemed “highly likely” to occur in 2017. Unfortunately, I am not the mastermind who can devise such a solution. It’s going to take many great minds working together and acknowledging all the facts, and our current world diplomats aren’t yet willing to make that happen. You may know that the Middle-East is the richest place in the world when it comes to oil. You may also know that U.S. businesses and elected officials have made some good money off of the oil we’ve obtained from these countries in which we’re fighting terrorism. Some of the great oil empires of the world lie in Iraq, Iran, and Syria. We’ve already helped to completely derail and destabilize two of those three nations, and the third is only a matter of time if we stay this ignorant. We’re putting profit above the lives of foreigners. We’re putting it before the freedom of our own citizens. But it stops working if we look over there and see what’s really happening.

Ultimately, we’re far from finding the answers to solve these problems. All we can do right now is point out the issues to the people around us. These people don’t kill because they’re Islamic. The only difference that matters between Americans and the people of the Middle-East is that we’ve created a violent way of life for them. They have no choice but to take part in violence. We now have a president that advocated killing the families of terrorists while on the campaign trail. We don’t get to be surprised that he’s doing exactly that, especially when it’s been easy for the past two presidents to do the same with little to no public backlash. We can be disgusted. But we should first be disgusted with ourselves for not caring more for others.

Most of us live in a bubblegum fantasy here in America. We are so self-involved that minor inconveniences trigger emotions that should be reserved for when our families get blown up. For that reason, it’s impossible for us to imagine our families actually being blown up, and thus impossible to empathize with the people our nation terrorizes. Just like the people of the Middle-East, we are a product of our surroundings. From 2003 to 2014, 80 Americans were killed by radical Islamic terrorism, 36 of those on U.S. soil. In that time, it’s nearly impossible to accurately count the millions of Middle-Eastern people killed by our activities and the resulting chains of events. Things like the Syrian Civil War are not entirely our fault, but implementing a policy to ban refugees from Syria and surrounding countries contributes to the hatred of America and the rise of more violent radicals. Not to mention the deaths of innocent people that could’ve been saved. These are people, just like us, and they want to live in a safe place without constant fear of death, just like us. The vetting processes are much more extensive than Trump will allow us to believe, and from 1975 to 2015, with over 300 million entries of refugees and immigrants from these 7 nations, three individuals associated with terrorism have entered. They killed no one. The argument that these people coming in may be dangerous is poorly grounded, but even if it was valid, does that matter? Do 80 American lives hold the same value as millions of others? Are we truly more important simply because we’re American? If you can really believe that, then I think your soul is already dead.

We must awaken to the tyranny of our leaders. Public opinion does overwhelmingly oppose Trump’s ban, and that is reassuring. But I don’t think many of us are ready to open up to really addressing the problems the Middle-Eastern people face. If you want the suffering to end for these people, you must make changes to stop perpetuating the violence. Political activism is a great first step. Learn everything you can about the issues important to you. Get out and tell others about them. Go vote in every election. Pay attention to congressmen and track their records. Be aware of who it is you’re voting for, no matter the office for which they’re running. Chuck Schumer, a democratic senator from New York, publicly cried during a speech addressing the ban and called on Trump and his fellow Republicans to bring an end to this. Chuck Schumer voted in favor of the Iraq War. Chuck Schumer raised no questions during the Obama administration’s dirty dealings in these countries. Chuck Schumer is crying now without acknowledging that there’s blood on his hands, and that seems very representative of what the American people do every day. Our country is only a terrorist nation because we allow it to be. The government is only empowered because we allow it to be. Our leaders have created a society where mass murder can be justified, and that is precisely the reason The Spirit is dead. The People must now stand up to this, and I hope that something you’ve read here can inspire you to take part.

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