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Jean-Baptiste Frédéric Desmarais (French, 1756-1813) Le Berger Pâris, 1787 Musée des beaux-arts du Canada

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Cuban Social vol VI nr. 5 (mayo 1921)

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ABOLISH THE MONARCHY! LET THEM REIGN IN HELL WHERE THEY BELONG!

ENGLISH Recently, Charles III (and last) received his crown of blood and colonization. I don't want this to be just my manifestation against the British monarchy, the House of Lords and the current colonies of the United Kingdom, but also my protest against all royal families: the Dutch, the Norwegian, the Saudi, etc. Let them all rot on their thrones in Hell! The background is inspired by the gates to Buckingham palace. The lion is yet another symbol of the royal leech family's delusions, having a lion as their symbol while there are no native lions in the British Isles. The cat is wearing a Phrygian cap, a symbol for the republic and Jacobinism.

FRANÇAIS Récemment, Charles le III (et l'ultime) a reçu sa couronne du sang et colonisation. Je ne veux pas que ce soit seulement ma manifestation contre la monarchie britannique, la maison des lords et les actuelles colonies du Royaume-Uni, mais aussi mon proteste contre toutes les familles royales: les néerlandais, les norvégiens, les Saoudi, etc. Qu’ils tous pourrissent à l’Enfer! L’arrière-plan est inspiré par les portails du palais Buckingham. Le lion est encore un symbole d’arrogance de la parasite famille royale, ayant un lion comme leur symbole lorsqu’il y a aucun lion natif aux îles britanniques. Le chat porte un bonnet phrygien, un symbole de la république et le jacobinisme.

PORTUGUÊS Recentemente, Charles III (e último) recebeu sua coroa de sangue e colonialismo. Eu não quero que isto seja só minha manifestação contra a monarquia britânica, a casa dos lords e as atuais colônias do Reino Unido, mas também meu protesto contra todas as famílias reais: a neerlandesa, a norueguesa, a saudita, etc. Que todos apodreçam no Inferno! O fundo é inspirado pelos portões do palácio de Buckingham. O leão é mais um símbolo dos delírios da família parasita real, tendo um leão como seu símbolo enquanto não é nenhum leão nativo nas ilhas britânicas. O gato está vestindo um chapéu frígio, um símbolo da república e do jacobinismo.

ESPERANTO Lastatempe Ĉarls 3a (kaj lasta) ricevis sian kronon de sanĝo kaj koloniismo. Mi ne volas, ke tiu estas nur mia esprimo kontraŭ la britia monarĥio, la domo de sinjoroj kaj la nunaj kolonioj de la Unuiĝita-Reĝlando, sed ankaŭ mia malkonsento por ĉiuj reĝaj familioj: la nederlanda, la norvega, la saudia, ktp. Putru ili Infere! La scenaro estas inspirita de la enirejo de la Buckingham palaco. La leono estas plus unu simbolo de la deliroj de la parazita reĝa familio, kiu havas leonon por simbolo kiam ne ekzistas denaskaj leonoj Britie. La kato vestas la frigian ĉapon, simbolo de respubliko kaj ĵakobinismo.

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Last Meal

A response to [WP] An alien chef is struggling with the Last Meal request of a human.

Zatch-Sul passed the letter to Cap-Sul. He watched as the chef opened up the envelope, unfolded its contents and started reading it slowly, using his long slender fingers to point at each word. Cap-Sul might be dyslexic, but he always wanted to read each meal request with his own eyes, so he could “personally experience it from victim’s point of view", as he put it.

Zatch-Sul could see that the request was shorter than usual, but the chef was taking a much, much longer time to read it. It only consisted of six words - Cap-Sul had taken a much shorter time to read the lists that some of the other larger organisms produced. Oh, for goodness’ sake, what’s wrong?

“Zatch, my boy, I do not understand.” Cap-Sul said in a halting voice. “What does this queer creature want?”

Zatch-Sul took back the paper. “It says….a tub of strawberry ice cream.” He froze. Ice cream, the exquisite dessert from the origin planet of the humans. He remembered the first time he had tasted it when he visited Earth- it was cold and sweet. In the icy realm of Frigi, he had not known cold dishes. To his people, cold was synonymous with hunger and pain, and most would stay in their thermostatically-controlled cities rather than venture out into the frigid environment outside.

But the ice cream lacked the bitter cold of the icy winds. It was a cold that comforted his forked tongue, a sensation that soothed him instead of provoking him into a state of high alert, ready to hide in the nearest shelter. No, this cold actually readied his tongue for the explosion of sweet flavour from the rest of the ingredients. Zatch-Sul smiled as he remembered how the strawberry flavour flooded his senses, back there on that rocky planet.

“Well, boy, what do you make of it?” Cap-Sul’s snapping brought him back to reality.

“The human has made a good choice, master, but a difficult one for us. This one wants a cold dish, one that crumbles easily like a biscuit, yet flows like a syrup. A half-solid half-liquid, master, that will release a heavenly strawberry taste into his mouth, and make him forget about his fate.”

“Cold dish?!” Cap-Sul’s eyes widened, and his voice indignant. Zatch-Sul shrank, suddenly regretful of adopting a cheerful tone. “Cold dish?! This vermin wants a cold dish in a prison on Frigi?! Totally no respect for our climate, and our food culture!!"

Zatch-Sul put his hand on his forehead, in a not-so-obvious facepalm. He forgot that the chef had lived through the Great Starvation. During that time, an economic crisis caused food and clothing supplies to decrease drastically, causing the death of many Frigians due to extreme cold and starvation. No wonder Cap-Sul was so against the idea of cold, and even now, was wrapped in a thick jacket in the warm kitchen.

“Ice? Cream? No!! It is impossible!! Half-solid? Half-liquid? What blasphemy!! No, I will not cook it - this human is too much! He threatened our world with espionage - now we show him a little kindness, he repays us with this!! No more!!” Cap-Sul’s three nostrils were now fully flared and exhaling hot air, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was really angry.

“Master, our laws require us to provide a last meal when the condemned requests for it….” Zatch-Sul immediately regretted his decision to speak out when Cap-Sul slapped his face with a resounding smack.

“I will not be insulted by this prick! If you want to oblige him, go ahead!!” Cap-Sul flung off his apron, leaving Zatch-Sul rubbing his reddening face.

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Zatch-Sul trembled as he pushed the trolley. He was wearing thick gloves and an insulated apron, but it wasn’t enough to protect him against the cold. It seeped through the cloth and went through to his bones, making him shiver constantly.

Still, he prided himself on giving the condemned a brief respite from their impending doom. That was what he promised to do, when he signed up for this.

He had gone to great lengths to procure the ingredients. The strawberries were the easiest - they grew well in the greenhouses. The hardest was the milk. He couldn’t find cows or goats, so he had to use the closest substitute - milk from the wild Yak-Sul. Yak-Sul were aggressive creatures, but their milk was a delicacy sought after by the rich and famous. Boy, that bottle of milk was expensive. Oh, and he had to get eggs from the Giant Penguins. One egg was enough, really. He had to crack it on the floor for fear of destroying the table with its large weight.

As he passed each cell, the guards would stiffen and inch away, while those Frigian prisoners would cower in the furthest corner.

At last, he reached the human's cell.

"That must be hard for you." The human said as Zatch-Sul wheeled in the tub, after the guard let him in and immediately slammed the door shut, too scared by the cold.

"Yes it was."

"I didn't really expect you to produce a real tub." The human strode up close, putting his bare hands on the plastic structure. "Back where I'm from, a tub just meant a small box, not a.....a bathtub." He looked up. "Thank you, chef."

"I'm not the chef." Zatch-Sul's face reddened again, though this time in pride. "I'm merely the apprentice. Chef Cap-Sul didn't want to cook cold dishes, so...."

"So you took it upon yourself. Even though you knew that the meal was nothing but a gesture of goodwill, to men who were already dead."

"The meal is a gesture of goodwill, that is why I do what I do."

Zatch-Sul knocked on the door, for the guard to let him out. He noted that the human graciously waited for him to leave before opening the lid.

After the door was shut, he heard the human start slurping up the food. He opened the small little latch at his face-level, to find the human looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Thank you....chef."

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Dacian of the type from Trajan's Forum 120 - 130 (Head); XVIII century (Bust) Anonymous, Roman Sculptor African Marble Museo Del Prado, Spain - Following the conquest of Dacia (essentially modern-day Romania and Moldova) by Trajan (AD 53-117), the image of its inhabitants, shown as captives wearing their distinctive clothing, was introduced into public sculpture to symbolize the triumph of Rome. Works of this type, possibly including the present example, were installed in the forum built on the emperor’s orders.

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Carteles, Vol. XVII. No. 8 La Habana, Cuba Abril 26, 1931

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Cuban Social vol VI No 3 (marzo 1921)

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Cuban Social vol VI No 3 (marzo 1921)

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Coat of arms of Cuba

The Cuban coat of arms is the official heraldic symbol of Cuba. It consists of a shield, in front of a fasces crowned by the Phrygian cap, all supported by an oak branch on one side and a laurel wreath on the other. The coat of arms was created by Miguel Teurbe Tolón in 1849. The current version is not exactly the same as the original, since some elements related to annexationist ideas were removed. The design specifications of the shield were established by decree by the first president of Cuba, Tomás Estrada Palma, on April 21, 1906.

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Cuban Social vol IX No 5 (May 1924)

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On May 20th, 1902, Cuba become a free and sovereign nation after winning its independence from colonialist Spain. However, less than six decades later, Cuba would once again be enslaved by Fidel Castro.

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¿Fuma VD? (Acuarela de Conrado W. Massaguer, 1924) Cuban Social vol IX nr. 5 (May 1924)

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Cuban Social vol VI nr. 5 (mayo 1921)

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Cuban Social vol VI nr. 5 (mayo 1921)

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Social vol IV nr. 5 (mayo 1919)

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Thomas Campbell (Scottish, 1777-1844) The Young Ascanius, 1822 Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh, Scotland