#crooked government

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

All I can think about recently is that there are three main career options for Grishaverse main characters:

A) Child soldier

B) Criminal

C) ✨Both✨

[reality-detective]

[socialjusticeinamerica]

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

He wants his sin to be forgiven and forgotten.

NO!

🖕

[davey-in-a-minivan]

i think after sophie moves to medea, anders li comes to visit and sees josephine and they're both like "omg hi it's been a while" and then they're all chatting and josephine tries to hit on anders again and he's like "oh i'm actually married now." sophie's relieved he didn't make her do karaoke as part of his roundabout attempt to avoid josephine's flirtation without turning her down, anders is relieved he has such an easy excuse now, and josephine is like "oh okay" and does not give it a second thought

[dr111ft]

Kazumi (Japanese: カズミ, 和美) / "peace, beauty"

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"OFFICE GRABBERS A MOTLEY CREW," Toronto Star. March 11, 1913. Page 4. --- American Citizen Made Shipping-Master at Yarmouth - Forger Gets Job. ---- LATER ON WAS JAILED ---- Ottawa, March 11. - Some interesting sidelights on the Borden method of handling the public service are given in several returns which were tabled in the House yesterday. Down at the port of Yarmouth, N.S., for Instance, the shipping master, who had formerly held office, was dismissed on the grounds that he was a political partisan. There was no investigation into his case, though he denied the charges, and in his place an American citizen was appointed.

No less than three investigations into the case of Dr. Freeman O'Neill, superintendent of the Marine Hospital at Louisburg, Cape Breton, were held before the Government could get pretexts for his dismissal.

One return deals with the case of Captain Andrew Landry, who was given an office by the present Government when he was under sentence as a convicted forger.

On June 19. 1912, the Marine and Fisheries agent at Halifax wrote the Deputy Minister that Captain Landry was "not attending to his duties," and added the surprising explanation, "owing to his being confined in jail."

[An attack on the 'patronage evil' in Canadian government, where the friends and supporters of politicians got lucrative jobs - one of the reasons for the creation of the Civil Service Commission and centralized, metrics-based hiring. Not free of corruption or cronyism but much, much better than this situation.

[mitigatingchaos]

Ponder This

The most powerful governments in the world are not able to solve homelessness or wide-scale hunger. They claim, however, that they can change the temperature of the earth if you just pay more taxes . . . Doesn’t that make you wonder? ht to @johnjosephdiscipline  

[bagofshinyrocks]

Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

[nando161mando]

Lacan:

"The ideology of the right-wing intellectual, is precisely to play the role of what he is in fact, namely, a "knave." In other words, he doesn't retreat from the consequences of what is called realism; that is, when required, he admits he's a crook."

[wild-at-mind]

I agree that the numerous private systems for supplying trans healthcare in the UK are taking advantage of the shitty situation that trans people are dealing with on the NHS. However that doesn't make the trans people's situation less shitty, and I feel it is unfair to guilt people with 'support the NHS' or whatever if they go outside of it.

[reality-detective]

Obama, Clinton & Bush speaking about Haiti disaster relief, right before they stole all of it.

Bush: "The most effective way for Americans to help the people of Haiti, is to send money. That money will go to organizations on that ground who will be able to effectively spend it." "I know a lot of people wanna send blankets or water, just send your cash. One of the things the President and I will do, is make sure your money is spent wisely."

And then, they stole it.

Crooks. All of [Them]

How do you feel about hearing this in today's time, especially given what you know about Haiti's missing children, missing money, the Clinton Foundation & the Clinton's VERY close relationship with Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell? 🤔

[socialjusticeinamerica]

She’s repeatedly voted to deny healthcare to ordinary Americans.

[commonsensecommentary]

“If, as the saying goes, truth is the first casualty of war, it is abundantly clear we are at war with our nation’s current leadership, which is a situation that is certainly unprecedented in the history of our country.”

(From my blog archive)