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PARABÉNS SR. PRESIDENTE IN CONCERT traz VANNESSA GERBELLI interpretando a cantora lírica MARIA CALLAS e JU KNUST a atriz MARILYN MONROE. Para além do desafio de interpretar duas mulheres icônicas, de grande projeção e fins trágicos, o espetáculo musical desafia Gerbelli, que canta óperas e duetos vivendo o papel de uma das maiores cantoras de todos os tempos. A belíssima trilha sonora transita em diferentes estilos e ritmos com canções inéditas de MAÍRA FREITAS. A última canção encerra o espetáculo em grande estilo, uma apoteose combinando as duas figuras tão distintas através da maior paixão em comum: A ARTE. O projeto foi idealizado e produzido por FERNANDO DUARTE, que também assina a dramaturgia. Com belos figurinos, sofisticadas projeções de ANÍBAL DINIZ e direção artística de FERNANDO PHILBERT. PARABÉNS SR. PRESIDENTE IN CONCERT parte de eventos históricos que aconteceram na noite de 19 de maio de 1962, para discutir temas atuais. A grande questão é como duas pessoas de universos tão distintos se relacionariam e o olhar diferente que tinham sobre uma série de situações. O espetáculo explora, graças ao duelo verbal entre as duas, o drama feminino dos tempos recentes, a divisão entre afeto e realização, o conflito diante do papel a desempenhar em um mundo ainda regido pelos homens. MARILYN fala abertamente sobre os abortos espontâneos que sofreu, as crises conjugais, a violência doméstica durante a conturbada relação com o ex-marido, o jogador de baseball JOE DIMAGGIO, que a agrediu fisicamente. CALLAS reconhece que a voz já não é a mesma e enfrenta problemas no relacionamento com o magnata grego ARISTÓTELES ONASSIS, com quem manteve por nove anos um conturbado relacionamento. O homem que ela amava e por quem abandonou tudo, foi um tirano e parecia se divertir humilhando a grande Prima Donna diante dos amigos ilustres, como Winston Churchill e a princesa Grace Kelly de Mônaco. A HISTÓRIA Em 19 de maio de 1962, um sábado à noite, aconteceu na Madison Square Garden, famosa casa de shows em NY, a comemoração dos 45º anos do então presidente John F. Kennedy. Quinze mil pessoas lotaram o local e o evento foi transmitido ao vivo pela TV. A festa contou com a participação dos maiores artistas da época, entre eles, MARILYN MONROE e MARIA CALLAS. A única lembrança que ficou na mitologia dos anos 1960, é a imagem da atriz MARILYN MONROE usando o icônico vestido de sereia brilhante e cantando aos sussurros, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISTER PRESIDENTE”. Ao ser anunciada pelo ator PETER LAWFORD, mestre de cerimônias do evento e cunhado do presidente, a orquestra atacou com o "rufar dos tambores" e um grande foco de luz se abriu na lateral do palco. NADA! PETER anunciou pela segunda vez e nada. Quando MARILYN finalmente surgiu no palco, a plateia foi ao delírio. Antes de pegar o casaco branco da atriz e sair do palco, PETER disse: - Senhor Presidente, a atrasada Marilyn Monroe! Happy Birthday Mr President (Letra que Marilyn Monroe cantou) Feliz Aniversário (Happy birthday to you) Feliz aniversário, Sr. Presidente (Happy birthday Mr. President) Feliz Aniversário (Happy birthday to you) Obrigado, Sr. Presidente (Thanks, Mr. President) Por todas as coisas que você fez (For all the things you've done) As batalhas que você venceu (The battles that you've won) A maneira como você lida com a U.S. Steel (The way you deal with U.S. Steel) E nossos problemas às toneladas (And our problems by the ton) Nós te agradecemos muito (We thank you so much) Pessoal, feliz aniversário (Everybody, happy birthday) Senhoras e senhores, o presidente dos Estados Unidos! (Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the United States!) O episódio é um dos que são mais lembrados da vida da atriz. A sua figura, seus gestos, a voz suave ao cantar, o vestido coberto de pedras cintilantes, o emblemático penteado... ao sair do palco flutuando feito uma borboleta e acenando pa

ra a plateia, o mundo não sabia, mas seria a última vez que viriam aquela linda imagem da loira mais famosa do cinema. A performance que durou três minutos fez a versão do “PARABÉNS PRA VOCÊ” se tornar a mais famosa, aclamada e parodiada até os dias de hoje e entrou na história da cultura americana. A apresentação foi o canto do Cisne, a última aparição pública da atriz que faleceu dois meses depois, aos trinta e seis anos. Você se se acha muito especial só porque tem esse apito enferrujado na garganta? Assim ONASSIS falava com CALLAS. Ela o amava, mas era um amor que a deixava insegura, levava ao descontrole, ele gostava de exibi-la como um troféu, circular nas altas rodas ao lado da cantora mais famosa do mundo, a diva que abre às portas de todos os salões. Na época, morando em Paris, só aceitou o convite para cantar e viajar até NY, para fazer um agrado a ONASSIS (ele queria conhecer Kennedy). Trajando um elegante vestido ela decidiu cantar “Habanera” e “Siguidilha”, duas árias da ópera Carmen do compositor Georges Bizet. As quinze mil pessoas presentes na plateia do Madison Saquare Garden, ficaram de pé para aplaudir a grande diva da ópera ao final da apresentação arrebatadora. MARIA CALLAS saiu do palco carregando um enorme buquê de flores enquanto o público gritava em coro, “BRAVA! BRAVISSIMA!”. Nos bastidores, ela se deparou com uma emocionada MARILYN MONROE. A performance emocionou a atriz, que a procurou em seguida em seu camarim. A cantora foi ríspida e se arrependeu, mandando no dia seguinte um buquê de flores para Marilyn com um pedido de desculpas. O cartão dizia: “A senhorita é uma boa alma e eu não soube compreende-la, peço que me perdoe”. Na ficção de FERNANDO DUARTE, a cantora se desculpa indo ao camarim da atriz. Lá, as duas divas de temperamentos opostos abrem o coração, trocam segredos, conversam sobre à vida enquanto tomam champanhe, cantam e por um breve momento podem ser elas mesmas. SERVIÇO PARABÉNS SR. PRESIDENTE IN CONCERT Idealização: Fernando Duarte Dramaturgia: Fernando Duarte e Rita Emôr Direção: Fernando Philbert Elenco: Vannessa Gerbelli e Ju Knust Letras, arranjos e direção musical: Maíra Freitas Classificação: 14 anos. Duração: 70 minutos Estreia: 06 de outubro Temporada: 06 a 29 de outubro - Sextas – Sábados - domingos. Horários: 19h Ingressos: R$ 80,00 inteira R$ 40,00 meia Antecipados – preços promocionais R$ 50,00 inteira R$ 25,00 meia. Venda online pela Sympla (www.sympla.com.br) Bilheteria do teatro: das 14h até o início de cada sessão. Teatro Sergio Cardoso Sala Paschoal Carlos Magno – 144 lugares Endereço: Rua Rui Barbosa, 153 / Bela Vista - São Paulo/SP Informações: (11) 3288.0136 Instagram @parabensinconcert

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Knicks' RJ Barrett stays aggressive, unfazed by poor shooting in return from injury

Knicks’ RJ Barrett stays aggressive, unfazed by poor shooting in return from injury

Jan 11, 2023; New York, New York, USA; New York Knicks guard RJ Barrett (9) drives to the basket against Indiana Pacers guard Chris Duarte (3) during the fourth quarter at Madison Square Garden. / Vincent Carchietta-USA TODAY Sports RJ Barrett returned to the Knicks’ lineup Wednesday after missing six games due to a lacerated finger, and he made his presence known. During the Knicks’ 119-113 win…

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132 Hours, Chapter 6:

“So what does it say that they have no fear of extorting one of your brothers, but they’re reconsidering everything now that they know who my dad is?” I ask.

“I’d rather fistfight Dain than your dad,” Cardan says, with a snort.

Note: There is a content warning this chapter for discussion of past attempted sexual assault. The incident in question is not depicted.

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The thing about the Valerian incident is that it was supposed to be the third-worst thing that had ever happened to me.

The first worst thing is, obviously, my parents dying, because that is always the first thing. It would have been bad enough if I wasn’t there for it but I was—buckled in the backseat with my sisters, walking away with only scratches, all of my broken parts invisible.

The second worst thing is finding out that Locke was playing Taryn and me off each other. You might think, well, that’s not as bad as the Valerian incident, except that Taryn knew what he was doing the whole time and continued to date him after. Suffice it to say, that sucked, and it continues to suck every day to look at my sister and remember she chose a boy over me. And I kissed Locke, too. He isn’t worth it.

Against those two things, Valerian seems like an obvious third-worst, which I’m sure would piss him off to no end if he knew. Except he haunted me in a way that the Locke thing didn’t, and in a way the accident that had killed my parents had stopped doing years ago. When we were still young, Taryn and I would clutch each other’s hands, white-knuckled, whenever we went driving in the rain, which thankfully wasn’t often. We would flinch at police sirens, watch ambulances drive by with dread. At least that faded when our other scars did not.

It doesn’t seem right that, even after Valerian was expelled, he lingered. But so what? So what if I grew clammy when I had to press through a clot of bodies in the middle of a crowded hallway? So what if I found myself looking out for a flash of blond hair disappearing around corners ahead of me? So what if I checked classrooms to make sure he wasn’t there, although of course he wasn’t, because that’s what being expelled means? That’s nobody’s business but mine. I was already vigilant all of the time, and even though extra vigilance just made for an exhausting final semester, I was fine. I was used to it.

It was so stupid. Because something had happened, but nothing had really happened. Valerian had gone and I was here. I won.

Didn’t I?

“Jude,” Cardan says from somewhere very far away, whispering for some reason. Then a little louder, “Jude.” And then, finally, “Duarte?”

I pick my head up. “What?” I snap.

Cardan jerks his head at the door, but doesn’t say anything. I sit forward. There are raised voices coming through from the other side, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. My own thoughts were loud enough that I had missed them.

So stupid.

“What are they talking about?” I ask Cardan, who has at least been listening longer.

He shakes his head. “Dunno. My best guess is your dad has them scared shitless.”

That’s my best guess, too. I look down and realize that my hands have been curled into fists this whole time. I force them open, looking at the little red crescents my nails imprinted on the meat of my palms. So Cardan doesn’t see them, I lean over my crossed legs, resting my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands.

“So what does it say that they have no fear of extorting one of your brothers, but they’re reconsidering everything now that they know who my dad is?” I ask.

“I’d rather fistfight Dain than your dad,” Cardan says, with a snort.

“Not Balekin?”

Cardan shrugs one shoulder. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure this is Dain’s work now.”

“Why?”

“Because Balekin would have me killed outright.” I am surprised by how matter-of-factly he says it. “No theatrics, either. Probably make it look like an OD or something, then try to assert his claim over my share of the corporation. He was my guardian for years, probably thinks that gives him the right. And Dain would know that.”

I raise my eyebrows. Unlike Dain, I didn’t know that.

Cardan drums his fingers on his knee. “But Balekin doesn’t think he has to kill me, yet. I assume he thinks that because he raised me, when I do have the power to vote on company matters, I’ll do so in his interest. Or maybe he believes I can be persuaded to give my share up for the right price. That’s what happened with Rhyia.”

Rhyia’s the only one of Cardan’s siblings I know well. As Vivi’s best friend, they were always in and out of each other’s houses growing up. She’s laid back, poly, and has always been nice to me. I’ve met Cardan’s brothers a few times, too, since Madoc works with them, but they’re so much older than us that they’re basically in another world. The world of adults, which I will probably not get to join until college. “What did Rhyia do?”

“Rhyia has zero interest in the company. I mean, none. Dain bought her out.”

“And you do have interest in the family business?”

“Not so much.” Cardan gives me a tight smile. “But I would never, ever sell to Dain, and he knows that. My brothers have been vying for control of the company for years. I think this is Dain’s Hail Mary. He gets my share, he’s basically got half the family votes locked in.”

“Well, no wonder negotiations are taking so long. Balekin can’t like that.” I glance uneasily at the door. “Would you? Sell him your stake?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll keep it just to be difficult.”

“Can’t really picture you in a board meeting,” I say, turning back to him. “In a suit and tie. Sitting through PowerPoint presentations on the stock market or… media buys in Australia or whatever.”

Cardan shudders. “No, thanks. I do look very dashing in a suit and tie, but I can leave the rest of it.”

I don’t exactly want to think about Cardan in a suit and tie. I don’t want to think about his brothers squabbling over the family fortune. I don’t want to think about our abductors arguing because of my dad. And the thing I don’t want to think about most keeps winding its way around my insides, curdling my stomach.

My parents. Then, Locke and Taryn. Then, Valerian.

I have to ask, or it’ll eat at me like acid.

“Why did you say that?” I whisper.

Cardan, who had apparently been lost in his own thoughts, looks back at me. “Say what?”

I sit up straight. I don’t want to slouch for this. I don’t want to be without armor. “What you said about me. About what happened with Valerian.”

“Oh. Yeah.” He grimaces. “I just didn’t really think it through.”

Any normal person—or maybe just any non-alpha person—might have apologized at the end of that statement, but because it’s Cardan I’m not holding my breath. Instead I look right at him and ask, “Why would you even bring it up?”

“Because…” Cardan sounds confused. “Because I was listing the things about you that I think are kind of badass and that’s one of them?”

Disbelief strikes me like a lightning bolt. “What?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like the circumstances were great—”

“I had to physically fight off one of your erstwhile best friends so he wouldn’t rape me,” I say, very slowly, very clearly, “and you brought it up because you thought that was, what, cool? You thought that was cool of me?”

Going by the way the color drains from Cardan’s face, the way he swallows, it seems like he is beginning to realize how monumentally he has fucked up. “Well,” he says, “first of all, erstwhile, great SAT word—”

“Cardan,” I bark.

He shuts up. He did say he tended to joke when he was nervous, but I am not in the mood for jokes. I am struggling to keep control of my breath, my little flame, to keep from breathing fire and burning him to a crisp. Sure, maybe he was trying to make me sound scary so our kidnappers would be impressed, or something. But he could have left that out. Everyone moved past it. I moved past it. I am going to college and I will never have to think of it again, except that now I am, because he brought it up.

But before I can figure out how to chew him out for it, Cardan decides to keep talking again. “Jude, you’re, what, five-four?”

“Five,” I correct, out of habit.

“Okay. Valerian’s six-two. He has to weigh nearly twice what you do and he’s an alpha. That’s a fight you were built to lose and you didn’t.” I open my mouth, but he continues, “Yeah, I was impressed, okay? I would have been impressed with you just for trying in the face of, frankly, fucking terrible odds. And I guess I was also impressed with you for fighting because… I don’t.”

I stare at him. “You fight,” I say. “You fight people all the time. What about the time you punched that sophomore because he looked at you funny? What about when you put Eliza’s little brother in a locker and left him for half a day? We all knew that was you and your friends, even though he wouldn’t tell on you.”

“Okay—”

“What about the time we were on that field trip in eleventh grade and you guys pushed me and Taryn into the fountain in Madison Square Park because you thought I needed to wash off my stench?”

“That was like a year and a half ago,” he says, disdainfully, like I’m the one being gauche by rehashing it.

“It was winter,” I say, crossing my arms. “It was cold.”

Cardan closes his eyes and holds up one hand. “Fine, fine. I have… lashed out. I’m not proud of it. But that’s different from what you did. All those times you mentioned, I knew I would win.”

“It must be nice,” I snap. “Some of us don’t have that luxury. Some of us have our fights picked out for us the day we’re born, and we learn really early that there are no easy victories.”

“I do know what it’s like to lose, Duarte,” he insists. “Don’t talk about me like you know me. I know what it’s like to—feel small.”

I really doubt that, but I say, “Sure. Maybe you do. Maybe there’s a bigger, badder alpha somewhere up the food chain angling to turn you into dinner. But you know what? You’re still at the top and I am way the hell down, as far as society’s concerned. So I’m sorry I’m not so impressed with you for admiring me because I stood up for myself. Do you know why I had to do that?”

Cardan is silent for what feels like a full minute, and then says, “Because Valerian—”

“No, not because Valerian.” It feels so freeing to talk to him like this, knowing that he cannot do anything about it. It feels like yelling at him on the beach. I don’t know where I am going or if I will ever stop. “Why do you think he felt like he could do that? Why do you think he felt like he could do it at school—of all places—and get away with it? Because you made it okay to make me a target the day you first pushed me down in gym. Because every time you and your friends and the other shitty alphas sneered at us in the hall or tripped us or did worse, nobody did anything about it. Of course Valerian felt empowered to fuck with me, because I’m not worth anything, and you, personally, have made that exceptionally clear.”

There’s a prolonged stretch of quiet where all I hear is ringing in my ears. When Cardan speaks, his voice is low. “I don’t think you’re being fair.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, well, life isn’t fair. Obviously. Or did you not listen to any of what I just said? If life was fair, my parents would be alive. If life was fair, we would have never fucking met.”

Silence falls like an anvil pushed over the side of a cliff in an old cartoon, and I’m not sure whether I’m the roadrunner or the coyote. I feel the weight of it crushing my chest. I can’t look at Cardan’s face.

Luckily, we are not left alone long. The door is opened without a knock by the Roach, the Ghost standing close behind him. No guns this time, just the undeniable certainty that I am wounded and we are outnumbered.

“You guys want to wash up?” the Roach asks. “Stretch your legs. We’ve got food out here.”

I look at Cardan without thinking, then quickly look away. “Sure,” I say. “Can I use the shower?”

“If you’re quick about it.”

I nod and ease myself toward the edge of the mattress, bracing myself against the wall to stand. A searing pain shoots through my injured leg, both from the sprain and the now-aching gunshot wound, and I grimace. I see Cardan sit forward as if to help me, but something in my face makes him keep his distance.

“I can help,” the Ghost says softly, moving into the room.

“I don’t think so,” Cardan says. “You shot her.”

“Let him help,” I interject, just to piss Cardan off. “He can make it up to me.”

The Ghost crosses the room and wraps an arm under my shoulders so I can lean on him. I begin to make my way out of the room, favoring my left leg. The Roach looks past me, at Cardan, and says, “Come on, kid.”

“Why am I ‘kid?’” Cardan asks as he stands, clearly irritated. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him jerk his thumb at the Ghost. “How old is this guy?”

“Older than you.”

“Not much,” Cardan snorts.

“I have a young face,” says the Ghost. That may be true. He looks somewhere in his twenties, although where is anyone’s guess. It’s a handsome face, at least. Good bone structure. And I am pretty sure his stick-straight spine marks him as ex-military, even though his sandy hair is long enough to curl a little. I am disturbed that, even up close like this, I can’t scent him at all. Those must be some strong maskers.

Cardan grumbles something under his breath and follows us out of the room, sliding into one of the folding chairs. The Ghost helps me into the bathroom, but closes the door behind me so I can wash off in private. There’s no shampoo, so I reconfigure my abused elastic and make my hair sit in a bun on top of my head while I use the soap to wash off. On the whole I am not much better, but I do feel more grounded, a little less grimy. I towel off, put my two-day-old clothes back on, and wash my mouth out with water before limping out of the bathroom.

The Ghost helps me into another folding chair and props my injured leg up on the empty sliver of Cardan’s chair. Cardan nurses a can of Coke, but as soon as I am settled he sprints to the bathroom to have his turn. The Bomb, seated to my right, wordlessly offers me a choice between a Slim Jim and a protein bar. I pick the protein bar and tear open the wrapper, nibbling at it as the Ghost checks my bandages. I had tried to keep them out of the water, but wasn’t completely successful, and he ends up re-wrapping the one around the graze. I do not look down and try to make myself eat.

It’s one of the good protein bars, at least. Peanut butter-flavored and doesn’t totally taste like chemicals. I make a mental note to check out the brand when I get back home.

If.

Cardan comes out of the bathroom with a hand towel draped around his neck, catching the drips from his wet hair. “Rolling out the red carpet, are we?” he asks. “Snacks, bespoke medical care…”

The Ghost, finishing with my bandages, stands and skulks to the wall. He seems to prefer standing to sitting. The Roach slides into the empty chair across from mine. “Finish your Coke,” he says to Cardan. “We’ll talk.”

Cardan scowls, but he crosses to the chair and sits down. He bumps my foot a little by accident, but doesn’t look at me. “It’s funny how when it was just me you guys were concerned with we were stuck in the room for twenty-three hours with no snacks, that’s all.”

I don’t want to admit it, but he has a point. “It is funny,” I say, looking at the Roach, who I’m gathering is the nominal leader of the group. “What is it about my dad that has you guys so spooked?”

“Do you know what Madoc does?” the Bomb asks. Her voice is curious and holds no malice, no expectation that I should know already. It’s concerning.

“He’s a lawyer. A good one.”

“That’s not the half of it,” the Roach says. “He’s a fixer.”

Cardan snickers. “What, like on Scandal?”

“Oh, kid.” The Roach shakes his head. “You wouldn’t joke if you knew the shit he’s cleaned up for your brothers. Or your father, for that matter.”

“I know a little,” Cardan replies, surprising me. “My dad had a few lawsuits mysteriously go away. ‘Settled.’ And everyone knew what he was.”

“What was he?” I asked, my stomach sinking.

“He was an alpha,” Cardan says, but he talks to the Roach, not to me. “The old school kind. It’s how he ended up with six kids. My mom—my real mom, who was, by the way, an omega, although none of us are supposed to talk about it—sure got a payout in order to go away. I wonder if Madoc had anything to do with that.”

I put my protein bar on the table, feeling ill. “No,” I say. “No, Madoc wouldn’t do that. He lives by a code. I mean, he was married to an omega. One of the partners at his practice—”

“Sure, there are jobs he won’t take,” says the Ghost, from the far wall. His arms are folded across his chest. “I know of at least one. And this sort of thing obviously isn’t his style. But he knows how the world works.”

I shake my head.

“You said you got krav maga training,” he continues, in a striking non-sequitur. “What else?”

“I—there was—” But I falter. Boxing, practicing on the well-used punching bag in our basement. Weekends spent at the shooting range, not just learning how to aim and pull a trigger, but how to clean a gun, how to take it apart and put it back together. The weeks in the summer that would always be reserved for a sort of improvised boot camp upstate. The Swiss army knives, engraved with our names, so we’d never be caught unarmed.

“He knows how the world works,” the Ghost repeats. “Enough to protect you from it.”

“And if it’s any consolation, my mom got a good enough payout to fuck off somewhere warm,” Cardan says, finally looking at me. “If that was Madoc’s work, he did her a favor. It’s not like she wanted to stick around, anyway.”

I don’t know whether I want to tear off the heads of everyone in this room or disappear. I can do neither of those things. I steady my voice and say, “So you guys don’t want to get cleaned up, is that it?”

“I know of your dad. Know some of his associates.” The Roach gives me a tight smile that seems to strain some of his scars. “Personally, I’d rather remain off their radar. Our employer wasn’t forthcoming about who you were, Jude Duarte, even though they knew, and none of us is thrilled about that. The Ghost is sorry for shooting you, by the way.”

The Ghost frowns. “I expected her to stop when she heard the warning shot.”

Unfortunately for him, I kept running. I am always running, and I never know when to stop. But I just shrug.

“We can’t let you go just yet,” says the Bomb. “But we’ll try to keep you more comfortable. Honestly, we thought this would be a twenty-four hour babysitting job, just watching him. It was supposed to be.”

“You could have left me on the beach,” I say angrily.

The Bomb and the Roach look at each other. “We thought you might help ensure Cardan’s good behavior,” the Roach says. “A… miscalculation.”

“One of the more astounding fuck-ups of our career,” the Bomb adds. She grins at me. “Turns out you’re an instigator.”

“Frankly, we now need the money from this job to disappear,” says the Roach. “But again, we’re not going to hurt you unless you misbehave. You have our word on that.”

“For what it’s worth,” Cardan mutters.

“And with that ankle, you’re not going to be mobile for a while anyway.” The Roach nods at my leg. “We’ll keep it wrapped. Make sure you’re both comfortable. The storm should blow over soon and then it’s back to your charmed life. College, yachts, whatever. Sound good?”

Even though I don’t want to, I glance at Cardan. He catches my eye, the corners of his lips turned down. We can’t say what we’re thinking: the storm’s barely begun. Because if I wake up the next morning in that cell with him, we’re going to have bigger problems than a sprained ankle. And we still don’t know which of our captors might also be alphas, so it isn’t safe to tell them a goddamn thing.

“Sounds great,” I lie. Cardan gives a tight nod.

We’re screwed.

#jurdan #judecardan #jude x cardan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #tfota #jurdan fanfic #mine: fic #fic: 132 hours

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youngfcs · 4 years

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Hey Cib, I was wondering if you could help me find faceclaims for my main characters in my story. Thank you!

Girl1: Asian, black straight hair, hazel or brown eyes

Girl2: Black skin, blue or grey eyes, brown or black wavy/curly hair

Girl3: Pale skin, blue or green eyes, blonde hair, freckles

Girl4: Fair skin, straight brown hair, brown eyes, freckles

Girl5: Fair skin, curly ginger hair, freckles, brown eyes

Girl6: Tan skin, straight brown hair, grey eyes

Guy1: Latino, brown curly hair, brown eyes

Very sorry if this is too much!

Hello dear! So, I’ll give you some options, but, probably, not every single one will have all of these caracteristics :( hope you like it <3 it was a little bit difficult hahaha

Girl 1:

Nana Komatsu

Son Na-eun

Brianne Tju

Chelsea Zhang

Kim Jennie

Girl 2:

Logan Browning (Green eyes)

Thainá Duarte (Green/Blue eyes)

Kat Graham (Green/Hazel eyes)

Melvnin (Blue eyes, however her hair is white)

Jasmine Sanders (biracial, blue eyes, but have blonde hair)

Kiana Ledé (Green eyes)

Girl 3:

Freya Mavor

Perrie Edwards

Daria Sidorchuk (brown eyes, but a lot of freckles)

Sage Tullis (a little bit of freckles)

Saoirse Ronan (a little bit of freckles)

Girl 4:

*I don’t know if all of them have freckles*

Lindsay Hansen (freckles and blue eyes)

Madison McLaughlin

Jessica Barden (a lot of freckles, but, have blue eyes)

Emma Watson (some freckles)

Zoey Deutch

Laura Marano

Girl 5:

Luca Hollestelle (don’t have curly hair)

Zoé de Grand Maison (blue eyes, but have freckles)

Sadie Sink (blue eyes, but have freckles)

Rose Leslie (freckles, but have blue eyes)

Marina Ruy Barbosa (green eyes)

Madelaine Petsch (some freckles, but not so much)

Madeline Ford (a lot of freckles, but blue eyes and straight hair)

Steph Vissers (blue eyes)

Girl 6:

*Light eyes, probably blue or green*

Taylor Hill

Sarah Hyland

Rayssa Bratillieri

Priscilla Quintana

Maiara Walsh

Lulu Antariksa

Boy 1:

Benjamin Wadsworth (mexican heritage)

Chay Suede

Gabriel Leone

Gavin Leatherwood (spanish/hispanic heritage)

Diego Tinoco (mexican and colombian heritage) (he doesn't have curls)

Jhona Burjack

Jorge López

(cib)

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withinkandquill-a · 4 years

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The Tributes

Alright! The simulation has been run and I'll be posting it sort of in real time. I'll have it all scheduled out tonight so it will begin with the bloodbath tomorrow morning!

Once again, for anyone coming in late, trigger warnings do apply for violence, death, suicide, etc.

In case the photos don't work, I'll include written lists of what's happening and everyone will be tagged next to their tributes with each post. If you run out of tributes, I'll tag you at the bottom of the post in case you want to keep following.

The Tributes:

District 1:

Rosetta ( @the-young-rosebud )

Guinevere Beck ( @agentjadelance )

District 2:

Elizabeth ( @the-dark-ones-daughter )

Eris ( @ivandra-winters )

District 3:

Madison Silvera ( @pages-and-words )

Erik (Me)

District 4:

Dustfinger ( @firejugglinghobo )

Meg Giry ( @ofdxncingcuriosity )

District 5:

James ( @the-young-rosebud )

Jade Lance ( @agentjadelance )

District 6:

Rumplestiltskin ( @the-dark-ones-daughter )

Christine Daae ( @ivandra-winters )

District 7:

Jude Duarte ( @pages-and-words )

Hela Lokidottir (Me)

District 8:

Basta ( @firejugglinghobo )

Katherine Pulitzer ( @ofdxncingcuriosity )

District 9:

Amelia Glennwood ( @the-young-rosebud )

Juno Eclipse ( @agentjadelance )

District 10:

Faye ( @the-dark-ones-daughter )

Elsa ( @ivandra-winters )

District 11:

Wolf ( @pages-and-words )

Maleficent (Me)

District 12:

Resa Folchart ( @firejugglinghobo )

Charlie Price ( @ofdxncingcuriosity )

#[[mun things]]#e; [[hunger games sim]]

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tasksweekly · 6 years

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[TASK 137: MOZAMBIQUE]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 200+ Mozambican faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Maria João / Maria João Monteiro Grancha (1956) Mozambican - singer.

Stella Mendonça (1970) Mozambican - singer.

Mariza / Marisa dos Reis Nunes (1973) 1/4 Mozambican, 3/4 mix of Portuguese, Spanish, German - singer-songwriter.

Neyma / Neyma Julio Alfredo (1979) Mozambican, Portuguese - singer.

Dama do Bling / Ivánnea da Silva Mudanisse (1979) Mozambican - singer.

Gabriela Langa / Gabriela Mamie Zango Mubanguiane (1980) Mozambican - singer.

Lizha James / Elisa Lisete James Humbane (1982) Mozambican - singer.

Marllen Preta Negra (1983) Mozambican - singer.

Liloca (1985) Mozambican - singer.

Iveth / Iveth Mafundza (1985) Mozambican - singer.

Daisy Gonçalves (1987) Mozambican - tv host.

Júlia Duarte (1988) Mozambican - singer.

Nayla Cumbe (1991) Mozambican - singer.

Sheila Ibrahimo (1995) Mozambican - tv personality.

Filomena Maricoa (1998) Mozambican - singer.

Mingas / Elisa Domingas Jamisse (?) Mozambican - singer.

Elsa Mangue (?) Mozambican - singer.

Isabel Novella (?) Mozambican - singer.

Safira Mariquele (?) Mozambican - model.

Rosália Mboa (?) Mozambican - singer.

Yolanda Chicane / Yolanda Kakana (?) Mozambican - singer.

Irellia Veola (?) Mozambican - model and Miss Mozambique 2018.

Lidia Maolela (?) Mozambican - model and Miss Mozambique 2016.

Stephanie (?) Mozambican, Northern Sotho (from Mokopane), Portuguese, German - Instagrammer (miss_sandows).

Sheila Ibrahimo (?) Mozambican - tv host and blogger (instagram: sheilaibrahimo).

Queen Marlise Sacur (?) Mozambican - Miss University Africa 2018 (instagram: m.sacur).

Del Lombard (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (dellombard).

July Murane (?) Mozambican - model (instagram: lyju_muranynha).

Sílvia Nickita (?) Mozambican - model (instagram: silvia_nickita).

Sheron Sultan (?) Mozambican, South African, Unknown - Instagram (sheron_fit_sultan).

Maria (?) Mozambican - singer (Instagram: thekingmaria).

F - Athletes:

Binta Jambane (1942) Mozambican - sprinter.

Ludovina de Oliveira (1955) Mozambican - discus thrower.

Carolina Araujo (1971) Mozambican - swimmer.

Maria Mutola (1972) Mozambican - track and field athlete.

Tina Paulino (1973) Mozambican - runner,

Clarisse Machanguana (1976) Mozambican - basketball player.

Leonor Piuza (1978) Mozambican - runner.

Valerdina Manhonga (1980) Mozambican - basketball player.

Elisa Cossa (1980) Mozambican - sprinting and long-distance runner.

Ermelinda Zamba (1981) Mozambican - swimmer.

Deolinda Ngulela (1981) Mozambican - basketball player.

Cátia Halar (1982) Mozambican - basketball player.

Anabela Cossa (1986) Mozambican - basketball player.

Deolinda Gimo (1987) Mozambican - basketball player.

Miriam Corsini (1989) Mozambican - swimmer.

Ximene Gomes (1989) Mozambican - swimmer.

Jessica Teixeira Vieira (1991) Mozambican - swimmer.

Leia Dongue (1991) Mozambican - basketball player.

Maria Muchavo (1992) Mozambican - paralympic track and field athlete.

Silvia Panguana (1993) Mozambican - hudler.

Maria Machongua (1993) Mozambican - boxer.

Jannah Sonnenschein (1996) Mozambican - swimmer.

Neidy Ocuane (1997) Mozambican - basketball player.

Gisela Cossa (1999) Mozambican - swimmer.

Acacia Mate (?) Mozambican - sprinter.

Afric Simone / Henrique Simone (1939) Mozambican / Brazilian - singer, guitarist, dancer, and entertainer.

Wazimbo / Humberto Carlos Benfica (1948) Mozambican - singer.

Joe Madison (1949) African-American [including Mozambican, Sierra Leonean] - talk show host.

José Castelo Branco (1962) 1/4 Mozambican, 3/4 Portuguese - singer and tv personality.

Stewart Sukuma / Luis Pereira (1963) Mozambican - singer.

General D / Sérgio Matsinhe (1971) Mozambican - rapper.

Moreira Chonguiça (1977) Mozambican - singer and saxophonist.

Duas Caras / Hermínio Chissano (1978) Mozambican - rapper.

Samito (1979) Mozambican - singer-songwriter and producer.

Mr. Bow / Bowito / Salvador Pedro Maiaze (1982) Mozambican - singer-songwriter.

King Levi (1982) Mozambican - instagrammer (sr.king_dapper).

Tio Big (1983) Mozambican - tv presenter.

Azagaia / Edson da Luz (1984) Mozambican / Cape Verdean - rapper.

Ace Nells / Nelson Elísio Célio Nhachugue (1985) Mozambican - singer and presenter.

G2 / Guerte Geraldo Bambo (1985) Mozambican - singer.

Hugo Diogo (1985) Mozambican - tv host and rapper.

Laylizzy / Edson Abel Jeremias Tchamo (1988) Mozambican - rapper-songwriter.

Hernâni da Silva (1989) Mozambican - rapper.

Deltino Guerreiro (1990) Mozambican - singer.

Messias Maricoa (1993) Mozambican - singer.

MC Roger / Rogério Dinis (?) Mozambican / Portuguese - singer.

Ras Haitrm / Rui Paulo Matavele (?) Mozambican - singer.

Eduardo Carimo (?) Mozambican - multi-instrumentalist.

Dom Wilson (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (domwilson_odm).

Feliciano dos Santos (?) Mozambican - musician.

Ivan Dread (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (ivankhoteja).

Edy Son Leonely Cumby (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (_da_maafia).

M - Athletes:

Leonel Pegado (1931) Mozambican - footballer.

Vicente Lucas (1935) Mozambican - footballer.

Manaca / Carlos Alberto Manaca Dias (1946) Mozambican - footballer.

Abdul Ismail (1948) Mozambican - hurdler.

Stelio Craveirinha (1950) Mozambican - long jumper.

Shéu / Shéu Han (1953) Mozambican - footballer.

Eduardo Costa (1954) Mozambican - sprinter.

Pedro Mulomo (1954) Mozambican - long-distance runner.

Jaime Rodrigues (1955) Mozambican - sprinter.

Vicente Daniel (1956) Mozambican - sprinter.

Leonardo Loforte (1956) Mozambican - sprinter.

André Titos (1958) Mozambican - sprinter.

Henrique Ferreira (1960) Mozambican - sprinter.

Domingos Mendes (1961) Mozambican - hurdler.

Archer Fausto (1962) Mozambican - boxer.

Pedro Gonçalvo (1964) Mozambican - sprinter.

Alberto Machaze (1964) Mozambican - boxer.

Chiquinho Conde (1965) Mozambican - footballer.

Daúto Faquirá (1965) Mozambican - footballer.

Lucas Sinoia (1966) Mozambican - boxer.

Paulo Noronha (1966) Mozambican - triple jumper.

Pedro Cruz (1966) Mozambican - swimmer.

Domingos Chivavele (1966) Mozambican - swimmer.

Sergio Fafitine (1969) Mozambican - swimmer.

Arnaldo Ouana (1969) Mozambican - footballer.

Jojó / Jorge Miguel Moreira Larrouy Fernandes (1970) Mozambican - footballer.

Nelinho / Nasser Amade Carimo (1971) Mozambican - footballer.

Tomás Inguana (1973) Mozambican - footballer.

Tico-Tico / Manuel José Luís Bucuane (1973) Mozambican - footballer.

Sérgio Lomba (1973) Mozambican - footballer.

Nuro Tualibudane (1973) Mozambican - footballer.

Macamito / Paulo Macamo (1974) Mozambican - footballer.

João Rafael Kapango (1975) Mozambican - footballer.

Ilidio Matusse (1975) Mozambican - swimmer.

Armando Sá (1975) Mozambican - footballer.

Jossias Macamo (1976) Mozambican - footballer.

Paulito / Antonio Trigo (1976) Mozambican - footballer.

Hélder Muianga (1976) Mozambican - footballer.

Bineesh Vadavathy (1977) Mozambican - cricketer.

Dário Monteiro (1977) Mozambican - footballer.

Carlos Fumo Gonçalves (1979) Mozambican - footballer.

Sete Muianga (1979) Mozambican - basketball player.

Genito / Eugenio Fernando Bila (1979) Mozambican - footballer.

Gerson Novela (1979) Mozambican - basketball player

Helton Samo Cunha (1980) Mozambican - footballer.

Tininho / Miguel Ângelo Karim Simões Fazenda (1980) Mozambican - footballer.

Paulo Murinello (1981) Mozambican - ruby player.

Gabito / Gabriel Macuvele (1981) Mozambican - footballer.

Campira / Samuel Luis Chapanga (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Jorge Duvane (1982) Mozambican - middle-distance runner.

Marlon Acácio (1982) Mozambican - judoka.

Paíto / Martinho Martins Mukana (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Albino Cossa (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Almiro Lobo (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Custódio Muchate (1982) Mozambican - basketball player.

Manuel de Jesus Lopes (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Fanuel Massingue (1982) Mozambican - basketball player.

Domingues / Elias Gaspar Pelembe (1983) Mozambican - footballer.

Samir Adam (1983) Mozambican - basketball player.

Danito Parruque (1983) Mozambican - footballer.

Maurício Pequenino (1983) Mozambican - footballer.

Octávio Magoliço (1984) Mozambican - basketball player.

Eduardo Jumisse (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Dario Khan (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Mano / Celso Halilo de Abdul (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Carlos Chimomole (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Kurt Couto (1985) Mozambican - hurdler.

Lamá / Odimba Otshudi Lamá (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Fernando Mandlate (1985) Mozambican - basketball player.

Sontio / Apson Manjate (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Edson Madeira (1985) Mozambican - judoka.

Momed Hagi (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Ricardo Campos (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Francisco Massinga (1986) Mozambican - footballer.

Josemar Machaíss (1987) Mozambican - footballer.

Hélder Pelembe (1987) Mozambican - footballer.

Zainadine Júnior (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Simão Mate Junior (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Mexer / Edson André Sitoe (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Leonel Matonse (1988) Mozambican - swimmer.

Telinho / Stélio Marcelino Ernesto (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Saddan Guambe (1988) Mozambican - swimmer.

Diogo António Alberto (1989) Mozambican - footballer.

Zé Luís / Luis de Sousa Pereira Vaz (1989) Mozambican - footballer.

Flavio Seholhe (1990) Mozambican - runner.

Chakyl Camal (1990) Mozambican - swimmer.

Reginaldo Faife (1990) Mozambican - footballer.

Jerry Sitoe (1990) Mozambican - footballer.

Pio Matos (1990) Mozambican - basketball player

Jeitoso (1991) Mozambican - footballer.

Maninho / Manuel Fernandes (1991) Mozambican - footballer.

Mussa Chamaune (1992) Mozambican - canoeist.

Geraldo Matsimbe (1992) Mozambican - footballer.

Juliano Máquina (1993) Mozambican - boxer.

Bheu Januário (1993) Mozambican - footballer.

Ludovico Corsini (1993) Mozambican - swimmer.

Edson Almeida (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Reinildo Mandava (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Clésio Baúque (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Edmilson Gabriel Dove (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Alberto Mamba (1994) Mozambican - runner.

Joaquim Lobo (1995) Mozambican - canoeist.

Gildo Vilanculos (1995) Mozambican - footballer.

Luís Miquissone (1995) Mozambican - footballer.

Faisal Bangal (1996) Mozambican - footballer.

Witi / Witiness Chimoio João Quembo (1996) Mozambican - footballer.

Igor Mogne (1996) Mozambican - swimmer.

Creve Armando Machava (1996) Mozambican - hurdler.

Denilson da Costa (1998) Mozambican - swimmer.

Nelson Nhamussua (2001) Mozambican - basketball player

Dias Alface (?) Mozambican - long-distance runner.

Vicente Santos (?) Mozambican - middle-distance runner.

Neuso Sigauque (?) Mozambican - boxer.

Raimundo Franisse (?) Mozambican - swimmer.

Ntewane Machel (?) Mozambican - swimmer.

Edgar Martins (?) Mozambican - swimmer.

Rogerio Silva (?) Mozambican - swimmer.

#mozambican fc #black fc #poc fc #fc list #rph #task: 137 #task: mozambique

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biteshq · 2 years

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─── 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ! welcome to alderrest , bubbles ! we look forward to seeing you around town , and do hope nothing bad happens to james ‘ jimmy ’ novak and ottilie ‘ otti ’ duarte . please send in your account within twenty four hours and go over the checklist , or matthew daddario and madison bailey will be reopened !

* & – matthew daddario, cis man, he/they. it seems like james ‘jimmy’ novak has been seen around town, humming take me to church by hozier under their breath. apparently they are a 28 year old human / vessel. townsfolk whisper about them being astute and loyal, but also cunning and spiteful. they’ve been in town for a week, and give off the vibes of at dog tags & dusty old hunting journals & him of the lord’s pray before a kill. ( penned by bubbles, 21+, she/they, ast. ) *hunter.

* & – madison bailey, cis woman, she/they. it seems like ottilie ‘otti’ duarte has been seen around town, humming crazy in love by sofia karlberg under their breath. apparently they are a 23 year old wild power. townsfolk whisper about them being compassionate and reliable, but also sarcastic and stubborn. they’ve been in town for all her life, and give off the vibes of robotic voice from mobile device & thin braids in a sea full of curls & of late nights from the bags under her eyes. ( penned by bubbles, 21+, she/they, ast. ) *founding families member.

#appless rp #supernatural rp #tvd rp #tw rp #oc rp #dark rp #mature rp #horror rp #bites.accepted

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carolinemillerbooks · 3 years

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Trust In A Time Of War

As I relate in my upcoming memoir, Getting Lost to Find Home, during the rainy season in Sub-Saharan Africa deluges force creatures to rise from their holes in the earth to escape being drowned. A person out of doors at such times is likely to encounter black mambas, scorpions, flying insects, and spiders in amazing varieties. These are times when both dangerous and harmless life forms scramble in a universal panic to save their lives. War is a human deluge that forces individuals to clamber for a footing to survive. Some simply want to stay alive. Others seek some advantage. An example of the latter is the investment bank, Goldman Sachs. It makes a show of supporting Ukraine in its war with Russia but takes a cynical path that allows it to profit from this tragedy. In a time of crises, individuals, corporations, and countries stripe down to their true colors. Where they fall in this struggle between democracy and tyranny informs the future. Parts of Africa, still feeling the wounds of western white supremacy, side with Russia in this war. The logic isn’t clear. Tranny, it appears, is tolerable if that tyranny poses no danger to them. The younger generation disagrees with their elders. They want to support the Ukrainians. They are the bright hope of the future. Latin America’s response to the war has been mixed. Countries with dictators like Venezuela, Cuba, and Nicaragua side with Russia’s Vladimir Putin. Other nations join the west in the conflict. That’s not to say all strong men link arms with Putin. Rodrigo Duarte of the Philippines, long a critic of the United States, has decided to support his nemesis if the war leads to a wider conflict. The Saudis, whom we call a friend– something I could never understand–refused to take President Biden’s calls recently as he looks for oil suppliers during the crisis. Europe’s dependence on Russian energy weakens its ability to take a hard stand against the Russian dictator. He threatens NATO members with oil and gas embargoes if they help Ukraine. Claiming he is no longer dependent upon energy sales to the west, he has levied other types of sanctions against them to demonstrate he can make good on his threat. At home, Americans say they are willing to pay more at the gas pump if it supports Ukraine. A few aren’t on board, however. Republican U. S. representative Madison Cawthorn calls Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelensky a “thug.” More surprising, Fox News commentator Tucker Carlson has been spewing Putin’s rhetoric as if he were on Russia’s payroll. And, as usual, conspiracy theorists side with the dictatorship, convinced the United States can do no right. Biden’s detractors on Ukraine exist on the political left as well as the right. For the left, they point out that when Biden encourages Zelensky’s desire to join the west, he threatens Putin who finds his country surrounded by NATO members. Why these critics feel any nation should be denied political autonomy is unclear, but it’s the same logic that allows them to accept Putin’s claim that the west is about to use chemical and biological weapons in Ukraine. Never mind that to comply with the Chemical Warfare Convention, the United States has eliminated 91% of its stockpile and continues to do so. Some take the stance that the struggle between Russia and Ukraine isn’t as dire as it seems. The United Nations, for example, sanitizes the invasion by avoiding the word war. Zelensky, who daily watches bombs decimate his country, isn’t buying it. Men will die in uniforms because of decisions made by men in suits. The Israeli leaders are among the suits. They have advised Ukraine’s president to accept Russia’s demands and for the country to lay down its arms. A recent poll asks Americans what they would do if the United States were invaded. Who would stay and who would leave? The breakout among Republicans, independents, and Democrats is as follows. Between 68 – 25 percent of Republicans would fight. The range among independents who would remain is between 57 – 36 percent. Democrats are not similarly inclined to stay the course. Between 52-40 percent would leave the country. This current conflict exposes the strengths and weaknesses of future alignments should the Ukrainian war widen. Even if that county is crushed and Putin prevails, we are left with a grim picture of who to trust at home and abroad. What knowledge we have is bought with Ukrainian blood. The gift is one we should respect and with good reason. The ignorance of one voter in a democracy impairs the security of all. –John F. Kennedy–

#Chomical Weapon Convention #Fox News #Goldman Sachs #Madison Cawthorn #NATO #Russia's energy threats to West #Russia/Ukraine war #Saudis #Tucker Carlson #Vladimir Putin #Volodymyr Zelensky

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