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All the books I reviewed in 2023 (Nonfiction)

Next Tuesday (December 5), I'm at Flyleaf Books in Chapel Hill, NC, with my new solarpunk novel The Lost Cause, which 350.org's Bill McKibben called "The first great YIMBY novel: perceptive, scientifically sound, and extraordinarily hopeful."

It's that time of year again, when I round up all the books I reviewed for my newsletter in the previous year. I posted 21 reviews last year, covering 31 books (there are two series in there!). I also published three books of my own last year (two novels and one nonfiction). A busy year in books!

Every year, these roundups remind me that I did actually manager to get a lot of reading done, even if the list of extremely good books that I didn't read is much longer than the list of books I did read. I read many of these books while doing physiotherapy for my chronic pain, specifically as audiobooks I listened to on my underwater MP3 player while doing my daily laps at the public pool across the street from my house.

After many years of using generic Chinese waterproof MP3s players – whose quality steadily declined over a decade – I gave up and bought a brand-name player, a Shokz Openswim. So far, I have no complaints. Thanks to reader Abbas Halai for recommending this!

https://shokz.com/products/openswim

I load up this gadget with audiobook MP3s bought from Libro.fm, a fantastic, DRM-free alternative to Audible, which is both a monopolist and a prolific wage-thief with a documented history of stealing from writers:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/25/can-you-hear-me-now/#acx-ripoff

All right, enough with the process notes, on to the reviews!

NONFICTION

I. The Once and Future Sex by Eleanor Kaneaga

A history of gender and sex in the medieval age, describing the weird and horny ways of medieval Europeans, which are far gnarlier and more complicated than the story we get from "traditionalists" who want us to believe that their ideas about gender roles reflect a fixed part of human nature, and that modern attitudes are an attempt to rewrite history:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/17/ren-faire/#going-medieval

II. Pirate Enlightenment by David Graeber

In the early 18th century, the Zana-Malata people – a new culture created jointly by pirates from around the world and Malagasy – came to dominate the island. They brought with them the democratic practices of pirate ships (where captains were elected and served at the pleasure of their crews) and the matriarchal traditions of some Malagasy, creating a feminist, anarchist "Libertalia." Graeber retrieves and orders the history of this Libertalia from oral tradition, primary source documents, and records from around the world. Taken together, it's a tale that is rollicking and romantic, but also hilarious and eminently satisfying.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/24/zana-malata/#libertalia

III. A Hacker's Mind by Bruce Schneier

Schneier broadens his frame to consider all of society's rules – its norms, laws and regulations – as a security system, and then considers all the efforts to change those rules through a security lens, framing everything from street protests to tax-cheating as "hacks." This leaves us with two categories: hacks by the powerful to increase their power; and hacks by everyone else to take power away from the powerful.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/06/trickster-makes-the-world/#power-play

IV. Responding to the Right by Nathan J Robinson

Robinson describes conservativism as a comforting, fixed ideology that allows its adherents to move through the world without having to question themselves: you broke the law, so you're guilty. No need to ask if the law was just or unjust. This sidelines sticky moral dilemmas: no need for judges to ask if something is good or fair – merely whether it is "original" to the Constitution. No need for a CEO to ask whether a business plan is moral – only whether it is "maximizing shareholder benefit." Robinson anatomizes the most effective parts of conservative rhetoric and exhorts his leftist comrades to learn from it, and put it to better use.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/14/nathan-robinson/#arguendo

V. A Collective Bargain by Jane McAlevey

An extraordinary book that is one part history lesson, one part case-study, two parts how-to manual, one part memoir, and one million parts call to action. McAlevey devotes the early chapters to the rise and fall of labor protections in America, explaining how the wealthy mounted a sustained, expensive, obsessive fight to smash union power. She moves into a series of case-studies of workers who tried to organize unions under these increasingly inhospitable rules and conditions. The second half of the book is two case studies of mass strikes that succeeded in spite of even stiffer opposition. For McAlevey, saving America is just a scaled up version of the union organizer’s day-job.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/23/a-collective-bargain/

VI. Open Circuits by Windell Oskay and Eric Schlaepfer

A drop-dead gorgeous collection of photos of electronic components, painstakingly cross-sectioned and polished. The photos illustrate layperson-friendly explanations of what each component does, how it is constructed, and why. Perhaps you've pondered a circuit board and wondered about the colorful, candy-shaped components soldered to it. It's natural to assume that these are indivisible, abstract functional units, a thing that is best understood as a reliable and deterministic brick that can be used to construct a specific kind of wall. Peering inside these sealed packages reveals another world, a miniature land where things get simpler – and more complex.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/14/hidden-worlds/#making-the-invisible-visible-and-beautiful

VII. Doppelganger by Naomi Klein

This is a very odd book. It is also a very, very good book. The premise – exploring the divergence between Naomi Klein and Naomi Wolf, with whom she is often confused – is a surprisingly sturdy scaffold for an ambitious, wide-ranging exploration of this very frightening moment of polycrisis and systemic failure. For Klein, the transformation of Wolf from liberal icon – Democratic Party consultant and Lean-In-type feminist icon – to rifle-toting Trumpling with a regular spot on the Steve Bannon Power Hour is an entrypoint to understanding the mirror world. How did so many hippie-granola yoga types turn into vicious eugenicists whose answer to "wear a mask to protect the immunocompromised" is "they should die"?

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/05/not-that-naomi/#if-the-naomi-be-klein-youre-doing-just-fine

VIII. Your Face Belongs to Us by Kashmir Hill

A tell-all history of Clearview AI, the creepy facial recognition company whose origins are mired in far-right politics, off-the-books police misconduct, sales to authoritarian states and sleazy one-percenter one-upmanship. Facial recognition is now so easy to build that – Hill says – we're unlikely to abolish it, despite all the many horrifying ways that FR could fuck up our societies.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/20/steal-your-face/#hoan-ton-that

IX. Blood In the Machine by Brian Merchant

The definitive history of the Luddites, and the clearest analysis of the automator's playbook, where "entrepreneurs'" lawless extraction from workers is called "innovation" and "inevitable." Luddism has been steadily creeping into pro-labor technological criticism, as workers and technology critics reclaim the term and its history, which is a rich and powerful tale of greed versus solidarity, slavery versus freedom. Luddites are not – and have never been – anti-technology. Rather, they are pro-human, and see production as a means to an end: broadly shared prosperity. The automation project says it's about replacing humans with machines, but over and over again – in machine learning, in "contactless" delivery, in on-demand workforces – the goal is to turn humans into machines.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/26/enochs-hammer/#thats-fronkonsteen

X. Technofeudalism by Yanis Varoufakis

Varoufakis makes an excellent case that capitalism died a decade ago, turning into a new form of feudalism: technofeudalism. A feudal society is one organized around people who own things, charging others to use them to produce goods and services. In a feudal society, the most important form of income isn't profit, it's rent. Varoufakis likens shopping on Amazon to visiting a bustling city center filled with shops run by independent capitalists. However, all of those capitalists are subservient to a feudal lord: Jeff Bezos, who takes 51 cents out of every dollar they bring in, and furthermore gets to decide which products they can sell and how those products must be displayed. The postcapitalist, technofeudal world isn't a world without capitalism, then. It's a world where capitalists are subservient to feudalists ("cloudalists" in Varoufakis's thesis), as are the rest of us the cloud peons

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/28/cloudalists/#cloud-capital

XI. Underground Empire by Henry Farrell and Abraham Newman

Two political scientists tell the story of how global networks were built through accidents of history, mostly by American corporations and/or the American state. The web was built by accident, but the spider at its center was always the USA. At various junctures since the Cold War, American presidents, spies and military leaders have noticed this web and tugged at it. A tariff here, a sanction there, then an embargo. The NSA turns the internet into a surveillance grid and a weapon of war. The SWIFT system is turned into a way to project American political goals around the world – first by blocking transactions for things the US government disfavors, then to cut off access for people who do business with people who do things that the US wants stopped. Political science, done right, has the power to reframe your whole understanding of events around you. Farrell and Newman set out a compelling thesis, defend it well, and tell a fascinating tale.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/10/weaponized-interdependence/#the-other-swifties

XII. How Infrastructure Works by Deb Chachra

A hopeful, lyrical – even beautiful – hymn to the systems of mutual aid we embed in our material world, from sewers to roads to the power grid. It's a book that will make you see the world in a different way – forever. It's a bold engineering vision, one that fuses Chachra's material science background, her work as an engineering educator, her activism as an anti-colonialist and feminist. The way she lays it out is just…breathtaking.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/17/care-work/#charismatic-megaprojects

Like I said, this has been a good year in books for me, and it included three books of my own:

I. Red Team Blues (novel, Tor Books US, Head of Zeus UK)

Martin Hench is 67 years old, single, and successful in a career stretching back to the beginnings of Silicon Valley. He lives and roams California in a very comfortable fully-furnished touring bus, The Unsalted Hash, that he bought years ago from a fading rock star. He knows his way around good food and fine drink. He likes intelligent women, and they like him back often enough. Martin is a—contain your excitement—self-employed forensic accountant, a veteran of the long guerilla war between people who want to hide money, and people who want to find it. He knows computer hardware and software alike, including the ins and outs of high-end databases and the kinds of spreadsheets that are designed to conceal rather than reveal. He’s as comfortable with social media as people a quarter his age, and he’s a world-level expert on the kind of international money-laundering and shell-company chicanery used by Fortune 500 companies, mid-divorce billionaires, and international drug gangs alike. He also knows the Valley like the back of his hand, all the secret histories of charismatic company founders and Sand Hill Road VCs. Because he was there at all the beginnings. Now he’s been roped into a job that’s more dangerous than anything he’s ever agreed to before—and it will take every ounce of his skill to get out alive.

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865847/red-team-blues

II. The Internet Con: How to Seize the Means of Computation (nonfiction, Verso)

We can – we must – dismantle the tech platforms. We must to seize the means of computation by forcing Silicon Valley to do the thing it fears most: interoperate. Interoperability will tear down the walls between technologies, allowing users to leave platforms, remix their media, and reconfigure their devices without corporate permission. Interoperability is the only route to the rapid and enduring annihilation of the platforms. The Internet Con is the disassembly manual we need to take back our internet.

https://www.versobooks.com/products/3035-the-internet-con

III. The Lost Cause (novel, Tor Books US, Head of Zeus UK)

For young Americans a generation from now, climate change isn't controversial. It's just an overwhelming fact of life. And so are the great efforts to contain and mitigate it. Entire cities are being moved inland from the rising seas. Vast clean-energy projects are springing up everywhere. Disaster relief, the mitigation of floods and superstorms, has become a skill for which tens of millions of people are trained every year. The effort is global. It employs everyone who wants to work. Even when national politics oscillates back to right-wing leaders, the momentum is too great; these vast programs cannot be stopped in their tracks.

But there are still those Americans, mostly elderly, who cling to their red baseball caps, their grievances, their huge vehicles, their anger. To their "alternative" news sources that reassure them that their resentment is right and pure and that "climate change" is just a giant scam. And they're your grandfather, your uncle, your great-aunt. And they're not going anywhere. And they’re armed to the teeth. The Lost Cause asks: What do we do about people who cling to the belief that their own children are the enemy? When, in fact, they're often the elders that we love?

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865939/the-lost-cause

I wrote nine books during lockdown, and there's plenty more to come. The next one is The Bezzle, a followup to Red Team Blues, which comes out in February:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

While you're waiting for that one, I hope the reviews above will help you connect with some excellent books. If you want more of my reviews, here's my annual roundup from 2022:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/01/bookishness/#2022-in-review

Here's my book reviews from 2021:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/12/08/required-ish-reading/#bibliography

And here's my book reviews from 2020:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/08/required-reading/#recommended-reading

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tos1701voy74656tmnt2012-cc · 4 months

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TAG MBTI

Since I got into MBTI a few months ago, I've been trying to type every single person I know - real or imaginary. There are quite a few people out there like me who like typing TV characters, but there have been very few sources out there that talk about the MBTI of the 2015 Thunderbirds Are Go series. So I thought I'd discuss my thoughts on a few more controversial (main) characters on TAG. Keep in mind that these are just my thoughts, and may not be 100% aligned with the theories. This is all in good fun.

Disclaimer: as Gordon and Alan's types are quite straightforward and widely accepted, I will not be discussing them.

Most commonly accepted types:

Scott: ENTJ/ESTP

Virgil: ISFP

John: INTP

Gordon: ESFP

Alan: ISFJ

The Hood: INTJ

Not confirmed:

Kayo: ISTP/INTJ

Starting off with Scotty. People (myself included) call him the Commander, ie. ENTJ according to the 16 Personalities website. I've done the test myself on his behalf (self-righteous me haha) and the results are quite conclusive: ENTJ. This is quite accurate, given his decisive demeanour in the field which corresponds with dominant Te. That's why I think ESTJ wouldn't be too far off either.

As for ESTP, they're known to be very spontaneous (and frankly, crazy...no offence intended!) The main reason people get this idea is because of certain episodes (High Strung) that suggest Scott was something of a 'thrill junkie' as a younger person. However, the episode also suggests he is not proud of his past and is not like that anymore (or at least tries not to be). So my conclusion is that he has grown into his role as head of IR, which requires an ENTJ personality, while suppressing the extraverted sensing which is dominant in an ESTP.

Next up, Virgil. Virg's known to be the family artist, and ISFPs are the stereotypical artists. In that sense, ISFP is pretty correct - but Virgil doesn't exactly strike me as (and I'm making a big generalisation here) a crybaby. So what are the alternatives? First, I'd agree he's mostly an introvert, though he sometimes does give off a more E energy. Next, I'd say that he could he either intuitive or sensing, and he seems like the kind of guy to come up with a plan at the scene. So I'd go so far as to say he could be an INTP. Conclusion: ISFP/INTP.

Now with Johnny, most people can agree that he's INTP. I once read somewhere that he's INFP, however, which I thought was interesting - INFPs have the stereotype of being ignored all the time, which relates to John's situation of being the guy stuck on the lonely space station and the middle child. But it doesn't feel as if he has dominant Fi, so I agree with the opinion that he's INTP. INTPs are stereotypically nerdy, and although John isn't a complete dork, he is shown to be afraid of crowds (and in general, people!) particularly in episodes such as The Man From TB5. So INTP is fair.

Kayo is an interesting case. I have found literally zero consensus on the net on Kayo's MBTI, so I have just gone ahead and typed her as ISTP/INTJ.

Kayo is, how shall we say it, very cool. Even aloof, like an ISTP, the typical lone wolf or cool guy. ISTPs also tend to have good street smarts, being very versatile quick learners. That is what makes them good candidates for being spies, or in Kayo's case, covert ops. She's formidable because of her skills, quick thinking and determination in protecting her ideals (her insisting that IR get involved in the 'bad guy catching business') - dominant Ti.

Some people also think she's an INTJ for obvious reasons. In Legacy, she reveals she has all sorts of contingency plans for Tracy Island, and even her uncle, the great mastermind, fell into her trap. That sort of scheming is very INTJ. It's probably an influence of her having the Hood as her uncle.

You could argue that Kayo is completely INTJ, and I'd say that's possible as well. The reason I've put ISTP is that some of the things she does are a bit too physical and real-world, things that typical INTJs would die from. Of course, she could be an Fi and Se developed INTJ. It depends on how you look at it.

Now finally...our favourite villain, Hoodie Guy. INTJ, the mastermind. No one can deny that the Hood is the ultimate criminal mastermind, with his scheming plots and evil smirk (!) However, there are some qualities he has that aren't exactly INTJ, which is why I'd argue that he's an INTJ/ENTJ hybrid.

First, he's very impatient. We see this in a lot of episodes, and in Signals Part 2 he even admits he was short-sighted (and therefore impatient) to have tried to commandeer a Thunderbird. That's quite unlike an INTJ, who must be patient in waiting for their plots to unfold over time. The Hood is almost too rash to be an INTJ.

Secondly, INTJs are known for being cold and calculated, and although the Hood is that, he's also very personal. And by personal I mean he gets very hung up on personal vendettas, namely the one against Jeff Tracy. INTJs don't usually put the focus on people - unless the person is merely an obstacle in the way of them getting what they want. They do not act on impulse - dominant Ni ensures that. ENTJs, however, can be 'personal'. They have vendettas, and they will use dominant Te to act even if it's not exactly wise.

Finally, he's too famous. INTJs do not thrust themselves into the spotlight as the Hood did even in the first episode - that is way too not subtle for INTJs, who work from the shadows and get what they want without anyone being the wiser. ENTJs, on the other hand, are known and feared by the world. Sound familiar?

Of course, the many cliffhangers we get informing us the Hood has gotten exactly what he planned tells us he's still an INTJ - but not entirely. Things like personality typing are never black and white, and no one is completely 100% one type or another.

#thunderbirds are go #mbti #personality types #mbti types #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #kayo kyrano #thunderfam #thoughts #literary analysis

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howdyfriend · 1 year

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Celeste LORE?? PREHAPS?? ANYA ?? A N DY ?? FUVKINB- EXPLODES

i am free from the road once more so i will answer ur ask now :)

Im going to talk about Anya and Celeste’s world itself first though so i can get into more character specific stuff.

Since they are super cool supervillains, they gotta have powers right? In this world, magic mostly genetic. There are alternative magics, think like potions and shit, but its weaker and more finicky. The most worthwhile magic is passed down from parent to child. It works like regular genetics, some powers are more dominant than others, generations can be skipped, etc. Anya got her powers from some distant aunt, and most of her close family does not have magic, save her cousin. Celeste’s family have had very strong, dominant magic, so she and her siblings all have their fathers magic. Magic is influenced by where and how your ancestors lived, Anya’s ancestors lived near water, so she has water magic. Celeste’s ancestors were the ones who would keep night watch, and as such has darkness and shadowy related powers. Not everyone has powers, and over time the number and diversity of people who can use magic has gone down.

Anyways Character Time Yay

Celeste grew up super rich. Like uber mega crazy rich. Not Jeff bezos kinda rich but really fucking rich. Eldest of four children, she grew up expected to bear the family name, business, and riches when her father dies. As such, a lot of pressure was put on to her. Everything was chosen for her. Every extracurricular, every class, even her outfits were planned ahead. She was allowed no individuality. She was the heir, designed to be a carbon copy of her father.

You could imagine how terrified she was when she realized she was trans.

She knew she couldn’t come out. While she didn’t like how she lived, it was better than the streets. So, for years, she sat on this revelation, growing more and more uncomfortable and angry at everything. She would reach out for support and be dismissed, restrictions for her behaviour were getting tighter, and the dysphoria was becoming overwhelming. That is until she saw the perfect chance to end all of this.

Her father had just wrote his will. One day, she went into his office to ask a question and saw it lying out on his desk. He had named her both sole heir and power of attorney to his estate, and knew that this was her chance to get out of all of this. Despite her increasing restrictions on her movement, she was able to secure enough cash from around the house to hire a hitman. No paper trail was left behind. Everyone in that house died that day, and she inherited huge money.

Anya grew up in a standard, suburban home. White picket fences, oak trees with tire swings, garages with suvs and minivans. Her childhood was ordinary at best. Despite a lack of expertise in the area, her parents managed her magic well and her abilities developed nicely. It wasn’t until middle school until things went wrong. She had been pestered by a small pack of bullies for a while, but had recently started escalating their behaviour. So she fought back. Small things at first, directing tap water back at their faces, causing clouds to pour rain down onto them, innocuous things like that. Over the course of middle school and high school she was starting to get fed up with the increasingly agressive attacks from her bullies, when it all came to a head on the night of her graduation when they tried to drop the stage lights onto her. She was a theatre kid though, and was able to get out of the way fast enough to not get crushed. In a fit of rage for ruining her moment in the spotlight (which they just tried to kill her with) she lost control over her powers, sucking every ounce of water out of their bodies. Feeling the adrenaline rush, she let herself go completely, savouring the power she felt. Eventually though, she stopped, and realizing the damage she caused, ran away.

She wasnt going to let up on that feeling of power though. Not a chance. After honing her newfound power on the local wildlife, she packed her bags and started life anew in a different country, becoming a hit man. One night she was approached by a young man seeking to inherit his fathers wealth. He knew he would be caught if he was the killer, so saught out her instead. He asked to frame it as a home invasion, as not only would he pay her in cash but in whatever valueables she wanted from his home. She took the deal, and got to work. After everything was said and done, they parted ways, Anya using her extra wealth to fund a far more lavish lifestyle. This lifestyle lead her to a house party, where she would meet an awfully familiar face.

Anyways they get together and decide “fuck it lets just cause problems on purpose” and become supervillains the end.

and for andy i have something planned for him ;) its fun dont worry :)

#robyn isnt the only one whocan have cryptic april dates #howdy's asks #howdy's mutuals #snatche i know this is you love ya bud :)#howdy's ocs

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artisticvillain · 1 year

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Hola Hola espero tengas un lindo día 😊 me encanto tu juego 1000/1000 muy linda historia y misteriosa trama y los chicos son super lindos 💕 bueno empezare mis preguntas

Ellos consumen bebidas alcohólicas ? y si es así, como actuarían con MC estando borrachos ?

Que pasaría si accidentalmente entraran cuando MC esta saliendo de bañarse y l@ ven casi desnud@?

Tienen algun color favorito?

Que pasaría ( como en un mundo alterno ) si una embarcación enemiga sexuestrara a MC ?

Me encanta 💖 😍 tu arte sigue así 💕

Heyoo! I had a nice day, I hope you're having a great day too~ Thank you so much I really appreciate that you liked my game, the story and the characters! That means a lot.

Again, I'm using an AI to translate your questions. Correct me if it translated it wrong.

Do they drink alcohol? And if so, how would they behave towards MC when they're drunk?

Yes they do! You can't have pirates without some alcohol now do you? (As a person who hates the idea of someone drinking alcohol, it hurt me to write that sentence heh-)

Leon would come crawling to you demanding all of your attention. Normally he is more dominant but he would show this side of his to you. Yay! But he can hold his liquor so I don't know if you can get to see him like that.

Dia would get more courage from alcohol. (As if he didn't have enough already-) So I guess get ready for an energetic night with lots of dancing and sword fighting.

Yoru needs to be extra careful for reasons I can't tell (you'll understand it when you play the full version of the game) but basically he has to keep himself together and keep his thoughts straight, that's why he would stop drinking before he gets drunk.

Riley would cling to you once he gets drunk. And he would mumble about how much he loves and appreciates you. Ah but he gets drunk easily so good luck with keeping up with that.

What would happen if they accidentally walked in on MC while they were getting out of the shower and saw them almost naked?

Riley would say nothing because he will be too busy trying to get out of there. He wouldn't want you to get embarassed so he wouldn't mention it but he would get red when he sees you again.

Yoru would turn around and apologize immediately in a calm manner and leave you to get dressed, and never mention it again.

Leon would freeze for a second and then covers his eyes with his hand, saying sorry. (If he knows you'd be comfortable with it, he would peak through his fingers. Otherwise he'd leave.)

Dia would look anywhere but you once he realizes but doesn't make a move to leave. Then he'd just pat your head, quickly apologize and say that he'd leave you to get fully dressed.

Do they have a favorite color?

Riley's is obviously purple. (Mine too btw. Go Riley!)

Leon's is red and green. (Red is a dark desaturated red and green is like a dark moderate green, if that makes sense.)

Dia's is red. (Strong red and dark red. He likes em both.)

Yoru's is green. (A very desaturated dark green.)

What would happen (in an alternate world) if an enemy ship kidnapped MC?

Aha I really love this question!

Riley would freak out and cling to Leon's leg, begging him to help rescue the MC. (Riley and Leon met the very same way btw. Leon rescued Riley from a ship that kidnapped Riley.) Leon would try to keep his cool but he knows this can easily get bad very quickly so they all would come together to make a plan. Dia would be able to keep his cool throught this whole kidnapping and keep himself together. "Someone has to be calm." is what he would think. But Yoru wouldn't listen to any of them and try to rescue the MC on his own not listening the others and not caring about the consequences.

Thank you for your questions. and thank you for liking my art too! :)

#don't trust him #dont trust him #don't trust him visual novel #donttrusthim #donttrusthimvn #don't trust him vn #dont trust him vn #vn #visual novel #dthdia #dthyoru #dthriley #dthleon #dth

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2023 / 23

Aperçu of the Week:

"Courage is knowing it might hurt, and doing it anyway. Stupidity is the same. And that's why life is hard."

(Jeremy Goldberg, 1958 born English historian at the University of York)

Bad News of the Week - A selection because I could not decide:

The right-wing populist party Alternative for Germany (Alternative für Deutschland / AfD) comes in at 18% in polls for the first time, putting it in second place after the Conservatives and ahead of the Social Democrats. 65% of AfD voters considered immigration to be the biggest current problem - excuse me?1? Germany needs 500,000 migrants - every year. Otherwise our over-aged society will collapse, where no one wants to work at the garbage collection. The alternative? More children of right-wingers? Please don't...

The dam burst, whatever its cause, on the Dnipro River in the southern Ukrainian region of Kherson, is a disaster of inconceivable proportions. Huge masses of water have been pouring out of the destroyed Kakhovka dam since Tuesday, serious environmental destruction is occurring, tens of thousands have to be evacuated, and the regional supply of electricity and drinking water is limited. The suffering adds a new dimension to this war.

I have a high respect for police officers - my stepfather is (was) one. But the East German police are, unfortunately, largely right-wing. That's why a few days ago in Leipzig there were violent riots with the left, who took to the streets after a court ruling against their symbolic figure Lina E. (convicted of attacking right-wing extremists and neo-Nazis). A demonstration that was initially authorized but then withdrawn. According to independent media reports, the escalation was sought by the police and not by the protesters.

An unprecedented scale of wildfires in Canada is not only destroying millions of acres of nature, but affecting people thousands of miles away. In New York City, the sky is orange and the population is told to stay indoors as breathing outside is difficult even for healthy people. In Greenland and Iceland, too, air quality is dropping noticeably, and this weekend the smoke will reach even northern Europe. And no one knows what the situation is like in Siberia right now, where there is equally severe drought.

Small and medium-sized businesses in the European Union are becoming increasingly dependent on the "marketplace" offerings of Amazon, the online retailer that dominates by a wide margin. The analysis of the Dutch think tank Somo, which will be published in a few days, comes to a simple conclusion: effective antitrust proceedings would have to lead to a break-up. Otherwise, healthy competition would fall by the wayside.

Good News of the Week - A selection because I could not decide:

The European Court of Justice has ruled: Poland's judicial reform, which effectively abolishes the independence of the judiciary, violates EU law. Therefore, billions of EU funds remain frozen - and democratic values defended.

Brazil unveils an ambitious plan to combat deforestation of the Amazon rainforest. Already since Lula da Silva took office, the destruction - almost all of it illegal - of one of the world's most important ecosystems has reportedly already fallen by a third.

Former U.S. President Trump has been indicted again. The judiciary accuses him of 37 counts surrounding the classified documents he unlawfully took from the White House. Theoretically, he can be punished with up to ten years in prison in this regard. It's the first federal indictment of an ex-president. And that's a good thing: no one is above the law. That goes for Boris "The haircut" Johnson, too, by the way.

The EU has finally come to a so-called asylum compromise. Even though many aspects of this compromise - such as the treatment of unaccompanied minors from so-called "safe countries of origin," including Kosovo, for example - upset me because of its inhumane harshness, it is better than nothing. Because until now, there was simply no Europe-wide mechanism at all, and the countries at the EU's external borders were simply left to fend for themselves.

"Operation Hope" lived up to its name: after forty days, four children who had gone missing after the crash of a small plane were found by soldiers in the Colombian jungle. They had survived with the help of indigenous people.

Young adults from Germany and France are to travel and get to know their respective neighboring countries in order to strengthen relations between the two countries. To this end, the transport ministers of Germany and France have launched the Franco-German Friendship Pass - 60,000 can travel free of charge for a month.

Personal happy moment of the week:

As a foreigner, my wife regularly has to prove her residence status to various official bodies, including the bank. Last week it was time again. On this occasion, her customer advisor noticed that she has been married to a German since the end of December 2022 - namely to me. Therefore, she was not only warmly congratulated, but also received a gift: a high-quality set of barbecue tools. It was a great pleasure to receive congratulations again. A good 15 months after the wedding.

I couldn't care less...

...that now former US Vice President Mike Pence has also thrown his hat into the ring. Or the ex-governor of New Jersey Chris Christie. Because all observers agree on one thing: the more internal competition there is among the Republicans for the U.S. presidential candidacy, the better for Donald Trump. And the worse for the whole world.

As I write this...

... I'm amazed: The plant fruit Okra is one of the oldest vegetables in the world, cultivated in the highlands of Abyssinia more than 4,000 years ago. The annual harvest yields over 10 million tons - and I first heard about it in a crossword puzzle.

Post Scriptum

On June 5, 1972, World Environment Day was established. Since then, every year on this date, there are different events around the world that aim to raise people's ecological awareness. A total of around 150 countries participate in this day of action. In Germany, this year's motto is "Strengthen nature - protect the climate". Never heard about it? Maybe that's the problem...

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"Magic and Technology: The Battle for Two Worlds" This is the summary of my work so far: In an alternate history Victorian era, young inventor Amelia discovers a parallel world in crisis, where magic is dwindling and technology dominates. She meets Alistair, who claims to be from that world, and together they embark on a mission to restore balance between magic and technology. Entering the ancient library, they uncover secrets about a sinister faction planning to tip the scales in favor of technology. Combining their skills of magic and technology, Amelia and Alistair create a device to infiltrate the faction's base, revealing their plans and saving both worlds from destruction. Standing at the heart of the faction's stronghold with the power of magic and technology at their fingertips, they are ready for whatever challenges come their way.

In the bustling streets of London, Amelia stood transfixed before her latest invention, a steam-powered engine designed to revolutionize transportation. As she tinkered with the gears and levers, she felt a sudden chill in the air. It was as if the world around her had shifted subtly, leaving her feeling uneasy. A shadowy figure appeared out of nowhere, catching Amelia by surprise. "I've been watching you," he said, his voice tinged with an air of mystique. "My name is Alistair. I come from a world not too far from yours, one where magic and technology coexist in a delicate balance." Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief. "You expect me to believe that?" she challenged. Alistair smiled knowingly. "Believe what you will, but our world is in grave danger. A hidden faction seeks to upset the balance between magic and technology, plunging both worlds into chaos. I need your help, Amelia. You're a genius, and only someone with your ingenuity can save us." Torn between curiosity and skepticism, Amelia hesitated. But as she looked into Alistair's earnest eyes, she knew she couldn't ignore the urgency in his voice. "Alright," she said cautiously. "I'll help you, but only if you can prove that you're telling the truth." Alistair nodded solemnly. "Very well. We must act quickly before it's too late. Together, we will restore balance and ensure the survival of both our worlds." A sudden gust of wind blew open the doors to her workshop, and Amelia's attention was drawn to a figure standing outside. As he stepped inside, she could see that it was a man, dressed in clothing unlike anything she had ever seen before. His features were sharp, his eyes piercing, and something about him felt... otherworldly. ``` As Amelia stood in her workshop, tinkering with her latest invention, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The Victorian era was a time of great progress, with steam-powered machines and magical arts intertwined in society. But there was an air of unrest, as if something was on the brink of change. Just then, a stranger entered her workshop. "Amelia, I presume?" he said, his voice tinged with a hint of familiarity. "My name is Alistair, and I come from another world. Our worlds have been connected for centuries, but recently, a hidden faction has sought to upset the delicate balance between magic and technology." Amelia raised an eyebrow, skeptical of this stranger's claims. "And why should I believe you?" she asked, her hands still busy with the gears and cogs of her latest invention. Alistair smiled, revealing a glimmer of his genuine sincerity. "Because I can show you," he replied, extending a hand toward the shadows in the corner of the workshop. A portal flickered to life, revealing a world in crisis. "Our worlds are in danger, Amelia. Together, we must restore balance and ensure the survival of both our worlds." Alistair's words struck a chord within her, and Amelia found herself agreeing to help him on his quest. As they set out, she knew that they would face many challenges, but with their combined skills in technology and magic, they would restore balance between the two worlds. And together, they would ensure a future where both magic and technology could coexist peacefully. Amelia stared at the peculiar device she had created with her own hands, marveling at its intricate gears and steam-powered mechanisms. Her workshop, tucked away in the heart of London's bustling industrial district, was where dreams became reality. The air hummed with the sounds of progress and innovation, a testament to her unwavering passion for invention. As Amelia adjusted the final cog in place, the door to her workshop swung open, revealing an enigmatic figure clad in Victorian garb. His eyes, filled with urgency, locked onto hers, and he whispered, "Amelia, I need your help." In that moment, a flood of questions surged through her mind. Who was this man, and how did he know her name? She could sense an air of desperation about him, but there was something else as well - a strange familiarity that both intrigued and unnerved her. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion. He looked her in the eye and replied, "My name is Alistair. I'm from another world, one where steam-powered machines and magical arts coexist in a delicate balance. Our world is in grave danger - a hidden faction seeks to disrupt this balance, threatening both our realms." Amelia's mind raced with the implications of his words. Could this man truly be from an alternate reality? And if so, what role could she play in saving two worlds? Despite her skepticism, Amelia found herself drawn to Alistair's earnestness and plight. She knew that she couldn't turn her back on a fellow inventor in need. "Alright," she said, "I'll help you." Amelia stared at the mysterious man, her curiosity piqued. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The stranger introduced himself as Alistair and revealed that he was from a parallel world in crisis. He explained how a hidden faction sought to disrupt the balance between magic and technology, threatening both worlds. Amelia remained skeptical but intrigued, while Alistair tried to convince her of his story's validity. "We need to act now," he urged, "or both our worlds will be in jeopardy." Realizing the potential danger, Amelia agreed to help Alistair on their mission to restore balance and ensure the survival of both worlds. Together, they set out on a perilous journey filled with adventure, intrigue, and unexpected friendships. As they ventured deeper into this alternate world, Amelia's inventions and Alistair's magical prowess became vital tools in their quest to save both realms from the dangerous faction. Through teamwork, determination, and a shared love for innovation, Amelia and Alistair fought to protect the delicate balance between magic and technology, securing a brighter future for both worlds. The sun dipped below the horizon as Amelia and Alistair approached a mysterious castle in the distance. As they entered, they found themselves in an ancient library filled with dusty tomes and arcane artifacts. Alistair: "This is where we'll find the answers we need." Amelia: "How can you be so sure?" Alistair: "I have a hunch. Let's explore and see if I'm right." As they delved deeper into the library, they uncovered hidden secrets about the faction and their sinister plans. With each revelation, Amelia and Alistair grew more determined to stop them. They knew they had to act fast before it was too late. The two inventors combined their skills, using magic and technology to outsmart the dangerous faction, ultimately saving both worlds from the brink of destruction. The ancient library loomed before them, its shadowed corners filled with untold secrets. Amelia's heart raced as they stepped inside, the musty scent of old parchment and dust filling her nostrils. Alistair, ever the calm one, whispered a spell under his breath, illuminating their path with an ethereal glow. "Amelia," Alistair began, his voice barely audible over the wind that seemed to echo through the library's hallowed halls. "We must be cautious." Amelia nodded, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the towering shelves of dusty volumes and the mysterious portraits that watched them from the walls. "Alistair," she whispered, pointing to a hidden door camouflaged behind an ancient tapestry. "I think this is it." He moved carefully towards it, his fingers tracing runes in the air as he unlocked the entrance. Inside, they found themselves in a secret chamber filled with arcane texts and forgotten knowledge. "We must be swift," Alistair warned, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. Amelia pulled out her notebook, quickly jotting down notes on the magical artifacts and spells she discovered. "Alistair, look!" She pointed to a hidden compartment in one of the books. Inside was a map, its pages filled with intricate diagrams detailing the sinister plans of the faction they sought to defeat. "We must return this information to our allies," Alistair said, his voice laced with determination. As they left the chamber, Amelia couldn't help but marvel at the power of knowledge and the bonds forged in the face of adversity. Together, they would find a way to balance the scales between magic and technology, ensuring the survival of both worlds. In the dimly lit depths of the library, Amelia and Alistair stumbled upon an ancient tome that seemed to hold the key to the sinister faction's plans. The parchment was brittle, its edges yellowed with age, but the writing was sharp and clear. "This must be it," whispered Amelia, tracing her fingertip over the intricate runes etched on the page. "These symbols... they look familiar." Alistair leaned in closer, examining the text. "Yes, I recognize them too. These are the markings of the Shadow Society, a secretive order that seeks to manipulate both magic and technology for their own gain." "Then we must find a way to stop them," declared Amelia, her eyes burning with determination. As they turned the pages of the ancient tome, they discovered a series of illustrations depicting a complex machine - part steam-powered engine, part arcane contraption. "This must be their master plan," said Alistair, pointing to the schematic. "It's designed to amplify the energy of both magic and technology, allowing them to control everything." "But we can use it to our advantage too," Amelia added, her mind already racing with possibilities. "We need to find a way to harness that power without giving in to the Shadow Society's darkness." The pair exchanged glances, their eyes locked on the mysterious machine before them. Together, they knew they had the skills and the knowledge to change the course of history, to protect both worlds from the looming threat. And with a renewed sense of purpose, Amelia and Alistair left the library, ready to confront the sinister faction and secure the future of their parallel realms. In an alternate history Victorian era where steam-powered machines and magical arts coexisted, Amelia, a young inventor, stumbled upon a hidden door in her workshop. Behind it lay a portal to another world, one in desperate need of her help. She found herself in the midst of a conflict between magic and technology, with both worlds on the brink of destruction. Alistair, a stranger claiming to be from the parallel world, met Amelia as they sought to restore balance. The duo ventured into an ancient library where they uncovered secrets about a sinister faction attempting to control both realms. With their combined skills, Amelia and Alistair used magic and technology to outwit the faction and save both worlds. In the depths of the library, they discovered a secret chamber filled with arcane texts and forgotten knowledge. Among them was a map revealing the faction's plans, giving them the key to turning the tide of the war. As Amelia and Alistair delved deeper into the mystery, their bond grew stronger, and together they faced the challenges that lay ahead, determined to protect both worlds and ensure a future where magic and technology could coexist in harmony. Amelia and Alistair stood before the massive, ancient library doors, their hearts pounding with anticipation and fear. They knew that within these walls lay secrets that could either save or doom both worlds. As they pushed open the creaking doors, they were met by a sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the air. "Do you feel it?" Alistair whispered, his eyes darting around the room. Amelia nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped her steam-powered flashlight. "We have to be careful," she whispered back, "This place is a labyrinth of knowledge, and we don't know who or what might be lurking within its depths." Together, they ventured deeper into the library, their footsteps echoing eerily through the dimly lit corridors. They soon came across a hidden chamber, its door partially obscured by dust and cobwebs. Amelia hesitated, but Alistair urged her forward. "We must find that map," he whispered urgently. Pushing open the door, they entered a room filled with arcane texts and forgotten knowledge. The walls were lined with shelves that stretched to the ceiling, each filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. In the center of the chamber stood a massive, ornate table, upon which lay a worn and tattered map. "Quickly, Amelia!" Alistair hissed, "We don't have much time." The young inventor rushed to the table, carefully unfolding the map. As she studied it, she realized that it detailed the sinister plans of the faction they sought to defeat. "Alistair," Amelia whispered, her voice barely audible, "we need to combine our skills. Our only chance to save both worlds is by using magic and technology together." The inventor nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. Together, they set to work, merging their talents to outsmart the faction and thwart its nefarious plans. With each step, they grew closer, their shared mission forging an unbreakable bond between them. And as they saved both worlds from destruction, Amelia and Alistair knew that their journey had only just begun. Amelia gazed at the strange, ornate door before her, its metallic surface etched with intricate steam-powered gears and magical runes. She took a deep breath, knowing that entering this ancient library could change the fate of two worlds. As she pushed open the door, a rush of cold air enveloped her. The dimly lit room was filled with towering bookshelves, their volumes whispering secrets that had been untouched for centuries. Alistair, his eyes twinkling with excitement, led Amelia towards the center of the library. "This place holds the key to saving both our worlds," he murmured, tracing a finger along a dusty tome. "We must find the map hidden within these pages." Amelia's fingers danced over the worn leather cover of a book, and she felt a jolt of energy as the binding creaked open. Inside, a beautifully illustrated parchment unfolded, revealing a detailed blueprint of the sinister faction's plans. "We must be cautious," Amelia whispered, her voice echoing through the vast chamber. "Their intentions are dark and twisted." Alistair nodded, his eyes scanning the map. "We need to act quickly, but carefully. The balance between magic and technology hangs in the balance." Together, they left the library with newfound determination, ready to confront the faction and restore harmony to their worlds. Amelia's heart raced as she pushed open the heavy oak doors of the library. The scent of ancient parchment and dust filled her nostrils, a testament to the countless years of knowledge contained within its walls. She had hoped that the answers they sought were hidden here. Alistair, ever the optimist, flashed a reassuring smile at Amelia. "We can do this, Amelia. Together, we'll unravel the secrets of this world and save both our realms." Together, they ventured deeper into the labyrinthine halls of the library, each room filled with mysterious tomes and forgotten texts. As they turned a corner, they came across a hidden door, partially concealed by a tapestry depicting an epic battle between magic and technology. Alistair gently pushed aside the fabric, revealing the entrance. Their hearts pounded as they entered the dimly lit chamber. The air was heavy with the weight of countless secrets. Amelia's eyes darted around the room, taking in the vast array of artifacts and arcane texts that lined the walls. As she reached out to touch one, a dusty tome, she felt a sudden jolt of energy surge through her fingertips. "Alistair!" Amelia whispered urgently, pointing at the book. "This must be it! It's responding to my magic and technology." Alistair nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Quickly, let's see what we can learn from this map." Together, they traced their fingers along the delicate parchment, revealing a detailed plan of the sinister faction's intentions. With newfound determination, Amelia and Alistair knew that they had to act swiftly and use their combined skills of magic and technology to outsmart their enemies and save both worlds from destruction. The wind howled menacingly as Amelia and Alistair pushed open the heavy oak doors of the library, revealing its ancient halls. Their hearts raced with anticipation as they ventured deeper into the heart of this hidden sanctuary. A thick veil of dust lay over the place, but the air was charged with a palpable energy that sent shivers down their spines. As they turned a corner, a hidden door concealed by a tapestry came into view. The door creaked loudly as it opened, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with artifacts and arcane texts. Amelia's fingers traced the worn pages of an ancient tome, and she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins. "Look, Alistair!" Amelia whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind outside. "This book... it's like it's alive." Alistair glanced at her, his eyes wide with curiosity. He reached out and gently touched the book, feeling the same strange energy that had coursed through Amelia. As they flipped through its pages, they discovered a detailed map of the sinister faction's intentions, revealing their plans to destroy both worlds. "We have to stop them," Amelia declared, her voice full of determination. "We have to save our worlds." Alistair nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with resolve. "Together, we can find a way to restore balance between magic and technology." Amelia's eyes widened as she and Alistair entered the ancient library, feeling an air of mystery envelop them. The dusty shelves groaned under the weight of countless volumes, and the scent of old parchment filled their nostrils. "This place is a treasure trove of knowledge," murmured Amelia, running her fingers over the spine of a leather-bound tome. Alistair nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of the hidden secrets he spoke of. As they ventured deeper into the library's halls, Amelia felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips as she brushed against an ancient tapestry. Behind it lay a heavy oak door, barely visible in the dim light. With a gentle push from Alistair, the doors creaked open, revealing a chamber filled with arcane texts and forgotten knowledge. "This is where we'll find the information we need," whispered Alistair, his voice echoing through the room. Amelia's heart raced as she ran her fingers along the spines of the books, each one radiating an energy she couldn't quite comprehend. "I feel something... here," Amelia said, pointing to a dusty tome on a higher shelf. Together, they climbed a ladder and reached for the book. As Amelia opened it, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, illuminating the room with a soft glow. Within its pages lay a map detailing the sinister faction's plans, and a detailed explanation of their intentions. "We must act quickly," Alistair urged, his eyes fixed on the map. "The balance between magic and technology is at stake." Amelia nodded, her mind racing with possibilities as she embraced her newfound power and the responsibility that came with it. Amelia, standing in the library's hidden chamber, couldn't help but marvel at the sheer magnitude of the artifacts and texts that surrounded her. She turned to Alistair, her eyes wide with wonder, and asked, "How did we ever find this place?" "Alistair," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper as she traced her fingers along the spine of an ancient book, "I can feel something... powerful in here." Alistair nodded, his eyes locked on the map that had been revealed within the dusty tome. "Yes, Amelia. This place holds the key to stopping the sinister faction and saving both our worlds." As they stood amidst the dimly lit chamber, Amelia felt a sudden surge of energy. She gasped, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the book's cover. In that moment, she was flooded with images and knowledge about the faction's plans. "We have to act now," Amelia said urgently, her eyes never leaving the map. "This is our chance to stop them." Alistair nodded, his voice low but determined as he replied, "Together, we can outsmart them and restore balance between magic and technology in both worlds." With a renewed sense of purpose, Amelia and Alistair set off on their mission. They left the chamber, pushing open the heavy oak doors that concealed it, and ventured deeper into the ancient library. Little did they know, the fate of two worlds rested in their hands, and the power of their combined skills would shape the course of history. As Amelia and Alistair ventured deeper into the ancient library, they couldn't help but marvel at the vast collection of arcane texts that lined the walls. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and forgotten knowledge. They were drawn to a hidden door concealed by an ornate tapestry depicting the cosmic battle between magic and technology. With a gentle push, they opened the heavy oak doors, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with artifacts and ancient tomes. Amelia's eyes widened as she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins upon touching a dusty tome. "This is incredible!" she whispered, her voice echoing in the chamber. Alistair nodded, his eyes fixed on the map that seemed to materialize beneath their fingertips. "We need to be careful," he warned, his voice low. "The sinister faction won't hesitate to use any means necessary to maintain their power." Amelia nodded, determination etched on her face as she traced a finger along the map, following the plans of the secretive group. "We need to find them first," she said, her voice steady. "Then we can put an end to this once and for all." Together, they uncovered the faction's intentions and set out on their mission, using both magic and technology to outsmart their enemies. And with every step, they knew they were one step closer to restoring balance between the two worlds they loved so dearly. Amelia glanced around, her eyes wide with awe as she absorbed the grandeur of the ancient library. The air was thick with the scent of decaying parchment and the hushed whispers of the past. Alistair, his expression a mix of determination and caution, moved gracefully through the dimly lit halls. As they approached a hidden door concealed by an intricately woven tapestry, Amelia's heart raced. She could feel the energy of the ancient texts pulsating beneath her fingertips. The moment she touched the dusty tome, the air around them crackled with power, and the heavy oak doors groaned as they slowly creaked open. Inside, a dimly lit chamber filled with artifacts and arcane texts lay before them. "This must be where they've been hiding their secrets," Alistair murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of their own thundering hearts. Amelia traced her finger along the spine of an ancient tome, feeling the energy coursing through her veins. As she flipped open the brittle pages, a map unfolded, revealing the plans of the sinister faction they sought to defeat. "We have to stop them," Amelia whispered, her voice trembling with newfound resolve. "But how?" Alistair asked, his gaze fixed on the map. "With our combined skills of magic and technology," Amelia replied confidently. "Together, we can outsmart them." As they delved deeper into the secrets hidden within the library's walls, Amelia and Alistair found themselves one step closer to saving both worlds from destruction. And in that moment, as they stood side by side amidst the forgotten knowledge of the ages, they knew they were truly unstoppable. Amelia, holding her breath, pushed open the heavy oak doors of the library. The air inside was thick with dust and age, but she could feel a pulsing energy just beyond. As they ventured deeper into its halls, Alistair's eyes sparkled with excitement. They stumbled upon a hidden door concealed by a tapestry, which led them to a dimly lit chamber filled with artifacts and arcane texts. Amelia's fingers brushed against the spine of an ancient tome, and she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins. "This is it," Alistair whispered, his voice echoing through the chamber. "We must decipher these pages if we're to defeat the sinister faction." Amelia nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. Together, they uncovered a detailed plan of the faction's intentions, hidden within the worn pages. As Amelia traced her fingers over the intricate illustrations, she marveled at the power of magic and technology when combined. "We need to act quickly," Alistair urged, his eyes scanning the map. "If we don't put a stop to their plans, both worlds will be in grave danger." With newfound determination, Amelia and Alistair left the chamber, the weight of their mission bearing down upon them. They knew they had to use every ounce of their combined skills to outsmart the sinister faction and restore balance between magic and technology. Amelia and Alistair ventured deeper into the library, their hearts pounding with anticipation. As they pushed open the heavy oak doors, they found themselves in a dimly lit chamber filled with ancient artifacts and arcane texts. The air was thick with an energy that seemed to hum beneath their feet, and Amelia could feel her skin tingle as she touched one of the dusty tomes on the shelf. Alistair's eyes widened in amazement. "This must be where they're hiding the secrets," he whispered. He turned to Amelia with a determined look. "Let's find that map." Amelia nodded, her eyes scanning the shelves for any sign of the hidden door concealed by the tapestry. As she reached out to pull back the heavy fabric, she felt an uneasy chill run down her spine. "What if they're still here?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Alistair placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll be ready for them," he replied confidently. Together, they searched the chamber for any clues to the map's location. Amelia's eyes lit up as she spotted it, hidden beneath an old parchment. She carefully extracted the map and studied it, her breath catching in her throat. "This is it," she murmured, showing Alistair the intricate details of the sinister faction's plans. "We need to act fast." Alistair nodded grimly, his expression hardened with purpose. "Let's save both worlds," he vowed, and together they left the chamber, their hearts filled with determination. As Amelia and Alistair stood before the heavy oak doors, they knew that venturing into the dimly lit chamber was their only hope of uncovering the sinister faction's intentions. The air was thick with anticipation as they pushed open the creaking doors, revealing a room filled with ancient artifacts and arcane texts. Amelia felt a surge of energy as her fingers traced the dusty pages of an old tome, causing her to gasp. "What is it?" Alistair asked, his eyes wide with curiosity. "I feel something... powerful," Amelia whispered, her voice echoing through the chamber. "This book might hold the key to stopping the faction's plans." Alistair nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of their situation. Together, they carefully examined the intricate symbols and diagrams etched into the book's pages, piecing together a detailed plan of the sinister faction's intentions. Amelia's knowledge of technology and Alistair's mastery of magic complemented each other perfectly as they worked to decipher the ancient text. "We must act quickly," Amelia urged, her voice full of determination. "The faction is moving faster than we thought." Alistair nodded again, his eyes blazing with resolve. "We'll stop them, Amelia. Together, we can save both worlds from destruction." With their plan in hand, Amelia and Alistair left the chamber, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Their combined skills of magic and technology would guide them through the perilous journey that awaited them, and they knew that they would do whatever it took to ensure the survival of both worlds. Amelia frowned as she studied the ancient book, feeling a jolt of energy coursing through her fingertips. She looked up at Alistair, who was examining the dimly lit chamber with interest. "We've got our work cut out for us," he muttered, running his fingers over a dusty artifact. "What do you make of this?" Amelia asked, pointing to a cryptic symbol etched into the wall. Alistair traced the symbol with his finger and whispered, "This is definitely one of their markings. They've been here." "We need a plan," Amelia said firmly. "How do we take them down?" Alistair glanced at her, his eyes filled with determination. "We use what we know best - magic and technology. Together, we can outsmart them." As they left the chamber, Amelia couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. They were in this together, and with their combined skills, there was no challenge too great for them to overcome. With each step, they grew closer, their bond strengthening as they prepared to face the sinister faction head-on. In one corner of the library, Amelia discovered a dusty tome that seemed to hold the key to their mission. She carefully opened it and began to read aloud. "The ancient prophecy states..." Amelia stared at the ancient tome in her hands, feeling an unexplained surge of energy as she touched its dusty cover. "Alister," she whispered, turning to him, "I sense something powerful here." Alistair nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This book might hold the key to stopping the faction's plan." ``` As they delved into the book's contents, Amelia and Alistair discovered a detailed map of the sinister faction's stronghold. "We must find a way to infiltrate their base," Amelia decided. Alistair agreed, and together they began devising a plan that would combine their skills in magic and technology. In the dimly lit chamber, they found an old scroll detailing the faction's weaknesses. "This could be our chance to turn the tide," Amelia said, her voice trembling with anticipation. Alistair nodded, his eyes locked onto the scroll. "We must move quickly, before they realize what we're doing." Together, they put their plan into action. Using Amelia's knowledge of technology and Alistair's mastery of magic, they created a device that would disrupt the faction's magical defenses, allowing them to infiltrate the stronghold undetected. As they pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into the heart of the faction's base, Amelia couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and exhilaration. With the power of magic and technology at their fingertips, there was no challenge too great for them to overcome.``` As they delved into the book's contents, Amelia and Alistair discovered a detailed map of the sinister faction's stronghold. "We must find a way to infiltrate their base," Amelia decided. Alistair agreed, and together they began devising a plan that would combine their skills in magic and technology. In the dimly lit chamber, they found an old scroll detailing the faction's weaknesses. "This could be our chance to turn the tide," Amelia said, her voice trembling with anticipation. Alistair nodded, his eyes locked onto the scroll. "We must move quickly, before they realize what we're doing." Together, they put their plan into action. Using Amelia's knowledge of technology and Alistair's mastery of magic, they created a device that would disrupt the faction's magical defenses, allowing them to infiltrate the stronghold undetected. As they pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into the heart of the faction's base, Amelia couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and exhilaration. With the power of magic and technology at their fingertips, there was no challenge too great for them to overcome. In an alternate history Victorian era, young inventor Amelia discovers a parallel world in crisis and meets Alistair, claiming to be from that world. "We must restore balance between magic and technology," Alistair exclaims. Together, they enter the ancient library, uncovering hidden secrets about a sinister faction. "Do you trust me?" Amelia asks Alistair as they craft their device. "With my life," he replies. Using their combined skills of magic and technology, Amelia and Alistair outsmart the faction, save both worlds from destruction, and infiltrate their base. "We did it!" Amelia exclaims, feeling exhilaration as they stand at the heart of the faction's stronghold with the power of magic and technology at their fingertips. Amelia stared at the old, dusty book in her hands, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and arcane knowledge. She had been searching for the key to unlocking the secrets of this mysterious world, and she felt as if she were on the verge of a great discovery. With a flick of her wrist, she traced a symbol with her finger, causing the words to shift and change before her eyes. In that moment, Amelia was suddenly not alone. A figure materialized beside her, and she turned to see Alistair, his eyes filled with curiosity and determination. "I've been waiting for someone like you," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We have a mission." The words sent shivers down Amelia's spine. She knew that she had been chosen for a reason, but the gravity of their situation was still overwhelming. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "There's a sinister faction in our world," Alistair explained, his voice filled with anger and resolve. "They seek to control both worlds by tipping the balance between magic and technology. We must stop them before it's too late." Amelia nodded, her heart pounding with determination. She knew that she and Alistair were destined for greatness, their skills in magic and technology perfectly suited to outsmart the faction. Together, they would save both worlds from destruction and prove that the power of unity could overcome even the darkest forces. Amelia stood at the entrance of the ancient library, her heart pounding with anticipation. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and dust. She glanced at Alistair, his eyes sparkling with determination. "Are you ready?" he asked, gripping the handle of the large wooden door. "Yes," Amelia replied, taking a deep breath as they stepped into the dimly lit chamber. The walls were lined with towering shelves filled with books that seemed to stretch infinitely into the distance. "I think this is where we'll find the answers we need," Alistair whispered, running his hand along the spine of a dusty tome. "We must be cautious," Amelia warned, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. Just as they were about to start their search, a faint whisper echoed through the library, sending shivers down their spines. "Did you hear that?" Alistair asked, his voice trembling with fear. "Yes, we can't let them know we're here," Amelia hissed, her eyes scanning the room again. They decided to split up and cover more ground quickly. As they searched, they occasionally exchanged glances and nodded in agreement, making sure not to miss a single clue that could lead them to the secrets they sought. Suddenly, Alistair's eyes widened with excitement. "I found something!" he called out, holding up an ancient scroll. Amelia hurried over and unrolled it, revealing a map that detailed the locations of powerful magical artifacts. Together, they knew they had to find these artifacts before their enemies did, or else both worlds would be in grave danger. And so, the adventure continued, as Amelia and Alistair navigated through the library's labyrinthine passages, solving riddles and deciphering cryptic messages, all while eluding the sinister faction hot on their trail. The old wooden door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with dusty shelves of books and parchments. Amelia's eyes widened in awe as she stepped inside the ancient library, the scent of aged leather and ink enveloping her senses. She felt Alistair's presence behind her, and their shared curiosity spurred them forward on their mission to restore balance between magic and technology. ``` Alistair: "Amelia, this is our only chance to discover how to save both worlds." Amelia: "I know, but we must tread carefully. The faction's power could be anywhere in these texts." Alistair: "Together, we can unravel their secrets and outsmart them." ``` As they delved deeper into the library, they found clues pointing to a sinister faction that sought to control both worlds. Their combined knowledge of magic and technology allowed them to decipher cryptic messages hidden in the texts, revealing the faction's stronghold. Determined, they crafted a device that harnessed the power of both magic and technology, enabling them to infiltrate the enemy base undetected. ``` Amelia: "Alistair, we're close. Let's use our invention to get us inside their stronghold." Alistair: "Agreed. We must act swiftly before it's too late." ``` With hearts pounding, they activated the device and teleported into the heart of the faction's stronghold. There, they stood exhilarated, the power of magic and technology at their fingertips, ready to confront the enemy and save both worlds from destruction. In an alternate history Victorian era, young inventor Amelia discovers a parallel world in crisis and meets Alistair, claiming to be from that world. They embark on a mission to restore balance between magic and technology by entering the ancient library and uncovering secrets about a sinister faction. "Amelia, we must act quickly!" exclaimed Alistair, his eyes filled with urgency. "The fate of both our worlds hangs in the balance." "But how can I help?" Amelia asked, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "By combining your knowledge of technology and my understanding of magic," replied Alistair, a confident smile on his face. "We must create a device that can infiltrate their base and reveal the secrets they've been hiding." Together, they worked tirelessly, Amelia tinkering with gears and wires while Alistair chanted ancient incantations. The air buzzed with anticipation as they brought their creation to life, a device that could traverse both worlds seamlessly. "Are you ready?" asked Amelia, gripping the control panel of their invention. "I've never been more certain," she added, her voice steady and resolute. Alistair nodded solemnly. "Then let us begin." With a flick of a switch, the device hummed to life, and they were transported into the heart of the faction's stronghold. They marveled at the ancient library, filled with dusty tomes that held secrets long forgotten. As they delved deeper, they uncovered the sinister intentions of the faction, determined to tip the scales in favor of magic and away from technology. "We must act now!" whispered Amelia, her eyes wide with determination. "Our worlds depend on it." Together, they combined their skills, outsmarting the faction and saving both worlds from destruction. Standing at the heart of the stronghold, Amelia and Alistair marveled at the power of magic and technology in their hands, ready to face whatever challenges might come their way. In an alternate history Victorian era, young inventor Amelia discovered a parallel world in crisis and met Alistair, claiming to be from that world. They embarked on a mission to restore balance between magic and technology by entering the ancient library and uncovering secrets about a sinister faction. ``` Amelia: "What happened to your world, Alistair?" Alistair: "Magic was dwindling, and technology was overtaking everything. The balance was destroyed." ``` Combining their skills of magic and technology, they created a device to infiltrate the faction's base, revealing their plans to tip the scales in favor of magic over technology. Amelia and Alistair saved both worlds from destruction, standing at the heart of the faction's stronghold with the power of magic and technology at their fingertips, ready for whatever challenges come their way. In an alternate history Victorian era, young inventor Amelia discovers a parallel world in crisis, where magic is dwindling and technology dominates. She meets Alistair, who claims to be from that world, and together they embark on a mission to restore balance between magic and technology. As they stand before the ancient library's entrance, Amelia hesitates. "Alistair, are you sure this is the right place?" she asks, her voice barely audible. "Absolutely," Alistair replies with confidence. "This library holds the secrets to saving both our worlds." As they step inside, they are greeted by the scent of old parchment and dust. The dimly lit room is filled with towering shelves, each brimming with ancient tomes. Amelia's eyes widen in awe. "I can't believe how vast this place is," she whispers. Alistair smiles gently. "It's like a treasure trove of knowledge, isn't it? Now, let's find those secrets." They weave through the labyrinthine corridors, searching for any clue that might lead them to the faction's base. Suddenly, Amelia's eyes light up. "I found something!" she exclaims, holding up a tattered book. "Excellent," Alistair says, taking the book from her hands. As he flips through its pages, his expression grows grim. "This is it," he murmurs. "The faction is planning to use this device to tip the scales in favor of technology." Amelia's eyes are filled with determination. "We have to stop them." Alistair nods. "Together, we can create a device that will infiltrate their base. We must combine our skills of magic and technology to save both worlds from destruction." And so, at the heart of the faction's stronghold, Amelia and Alistair stand ready, their fingers poised over the power of magic and technology, eager for whatever challenges come their way.

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Jackson Hinkle: Western Elites Want War Against Russia, China

The US Establishment is Not Hesitant to Start World War III to Maintain its Globalist Dominance, American Political Commentator Jackson Hinkle told Sputnik's New Rules Podcast.

— Sputnik International | September 23, 2023

B-52H Stratofortresses from the 2nd Bomb Wing line up on the runway at Barksdale Air Force Base, Louisiana., October 14, 2020. The B-52 is a long-range, heavy bomber that can perform a variety of missions and has been the backbone of U.S. strategic bomber forces for more than 60 years. - Sputnik International. © Senior Airman Tessa Corrick

"I guess Tucker [Carlson] has got a point when he says, 'I'm willing to bet my house that Joe Biden is going to start World War Three with Russia,' because look what they've done," Jackson Hinkle told Sputnik. "These people are insane. Even like, taking [ex-House Speaker Nancy] Pelosi on her jet to go to Taiwan and meet with Taiwanese officials. There was a lot of people, myself included, who were thinking, 'Goodness, the [Chinese] People's Liberation Army (PLA) is going to shoot her out of the sky or something right now? Is this going to be how it all begins?' They're reckless. They are completely Russophobic and beating the drums of war to go to war with China."

Moreover, the American elite's hostility toward Russia has surpassed that of the Cold War era, leading to a worrying breakdown in communications between Washington and Moscow, according to the political commentator.

"The level of communication breakdown is so severe compared to the Cold War," he said. "I got to meet the guy that actually developed the telephone, they had the red hotline telephone between the US and the USSR during the Cold War. And he told me he’s like, 'there's nothing like that right now in the White House. There's no communication whatsoever.' And we're not too far off from that same sort of a lack of dialogue with the Chinese, because they want to go to war against the Chinese."

It did not happen overnight, according to the analyst. Over the past 30 years, Washington and its allies have reneged on all the pledges they made to Moscow at the end of the Cold War. One of them was a verbal promise that NATO would not extend an inch east of Germany. "NATO since then, at the behest of the US, has violated that promise on 16 occasions now," Hinkle remarked. The transatlantic alliance does not conceal its plans to draw in Ukraine and possibly Georgia, thus moving even closer to Russia's borders.

Jackson Hinkle. “These people are insane. Even like taking Pelosi on her jet to go to Taiwan and meet with Taiwanese officials. There was a lot of people, myself included, who were thinking, "goodness, PLA is going to shoot her out of the sky or something right now? Is this going to be how it all begins?" They're reckless. They are completely Russophobic and beating the drums of war to go to war with China,” Jackson Hinkle, host of The Dive, told Sputnik.

US Elites Seek to Dismantle Economic Alternative Offered by Russia & China

The emergence of a multipolar world order - with Russia and China at the forefront of the movement - is challenging the globalist Great Reset aimed at prolonging centuries of Western colonial hegemony, according to Hinkle.

"[The multipolar world] poses a serious threat to the West's effort to secure the Eurasian heartland, which that's been like the basis of US foreign policy for so long, is to have control over the people and the resources in the Eurasian heartland, which of course encompasses Russia," Hinkle said. "And now that Russia and China and these other countries more and more and more are working together to form BRICS and develop a new currency that's going to challenge the dollar, I would be worried if I was the United States and I was also refusing to do business with them. We could just do business with them and we'd all win, but they're not going to do that."

At the recent BRICS summit, held in Johannesburg, South Africa, in August, the group's participants condemned the West's unfair trade practices and unilateral sanctions and discussed the increased use of national currencies and domestic financial mechanisms instead of the US dollar. The Global South leans toward Russia and China, whose economies have proven remarkably resilient despite Western predictions of imminent collapse. Moreover, in terms of purchasing power parity (PPP), China has overtaken the US as the world's largest economy. Russia, for its part, overtook Europe's three largest economies - France, the UK and Germany - in PPP terms in 2022.

"The State Department and Wall Street are very concerned," the US political analyst said. "I think the State Department currently, as it presents itself, is just a tool of Wall Street, because what is Wall Street? Wall Street is just this Byzantine labyrinth of predatory economic schemes. It's rent, it's interests. It's speculation on stocks. All of this is just BS. It's nothing. And at the end of the day, when you compare that sort of an economy to what China and Russia represent, which is real production that's aimed at uplifting the public good, China's lifted 840 million people out of poverty over the last 40 years through developing oil, gas, coal, doing land reform, silver, gold, all these things and more, agricultural goods. Yeah, that is a challenge to the West, and it's a substantive one because the West doesn't produce anything anymore. We outsourced all our manufacturing. So what is left? Nothing, really. And that can crumble very easily if there's a real challenge." — Jackson Hinkle, American Political Commentator

Russia and China Aren't Enemies of US People

It's not Russia and China that pose a real threat to Americans, Hinkle emphasized, but those who hoard all U.S. resources and act contrary to U.S. national interests.

"We have this rich group of people in America that are hoarding all of our resources. Some of these large investment firms like BlackRock and Vanguard. (…) BlackRock, they're making money off of all this real estate. Bill Gates is as well. Why is it that they get to buy up all the real estate, but 60,000 American veterans have to sleep out on the streets every night? That's supposed to be acceptable, and we're not supposed to question that?" Hinkle asked.

“Average Americans are being put in prison because they can't pay their taxes, because we're sending $250 billion to Ukraine, and hundreds of millions to Taiwan. Anyone who thinks that Russia or China is our enemy is sorely mistaken. Our enemy is Wall Street, World Economic Forum, the DC Beltway region and the city of London,” Jackson Hinkle, host of the Dive, told the New Rules podcast, commenting on the real enemies of the American people.

"There is no reason for them to be running free on yachts and traveling back and forth to Lake Como, to the Hamptons and wherever when average Americans are being put in prison because they can't pay their taxes, because we're sending $250 billion to Ukraine, and hundreds of millions to Taiwan. The people that are our enemies are really this globalist class of finance capital that are sucking out every last bit of breath from the American public in the working class. For anyone who thinks that Russia or China or whoever is our enemy, they're sorely mistaken. Your enemy is Wall Street, World Economic Forum, the DC Beltway region and the City of London," the political commentator continued.

The neocons in the Biden administration, Wall Street and the U.S. military-industrial complex have already profited from Washington's proxy war in Ukraine and are salivating at the opportunity to profit even more from the US conflict with China. However, these overseas conflicts have nothing to do with core US interests. What's worse, these proxy wars would most certainly backfire, according to the analyst.

"I think a lot of people have their eyes set on China and a war with China, and I think that's what they really want. And I think that [they’re also eyeing] a war with Russia. I pray that there's no World War Three with Russia. That's how it starts," Hinkle concluded.

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Social Media Marketing - Whither Facebook?

As a social media marketing tool, Facebook is the leader by a long stretch. But it is not the only game in town. And there are conflicting numbers out there about the site. Is it growing or stagnating? It depends on where you look. In 2007, Toronto had more users of the site than any other city. Now, Facebook growth seems to be more intense outside North America, although social media growth around the world certainly involves more players than Facebook Smm reseller .

So, is it worthwhile to look at social networking sites other than behemoth Facebook? Probably not, but the names Hi5 and Orkut keep popping up in my research, so I am curious.

And what of the Twitter influence? As a social media marketing tool, Twitter has certainly gained strength. Will it erode some of Facebook's influence as a marketing tool? These are all interesting questions. Below, I have summarized some of the current (and often conflicting) chatter about Facebook and its competitors. Hopefully, it will help guide your next discussion with your social media marketing consultant, so you can stay ahead and maximize your online marketing strategy.

Social Networking - Is Facebook Fading or Gaining?

The answer to that question depends on who you ask. The people at Neilsen certainly believe that Facebook is maintaining its global dominance. Its studies show that the total amount of time spent on Facebook increased by 566% between 2007 and 2008. Facebook also leads in increases in global online reach, improving by 168% between 2007 and 2008. It is interesting to note that LinkedIn also realized a significant increase of 137% in the same time period.

A posting from the fall of 2008 on MaximumPC noted that Britain's Facebook use is actually declining. In the US, Neilsen reports that Facebook is surpassed in popularity by MySpace, although it predicts the gap will soon close.

CNET has recently reported that developers - the people who create new applications for social media sites - are less enthralled with Facebook than they once were. They say that:

"The Facebook platform, once a revolutionary free-for-all, has been "suburbanized." The roster of popular applications is dominated by corporations like Slide and RockYou with estimated valuations in the nine figures, and new rules and regulations have made it seem like less of an open playground where a kid with a cool idea and some spare time can start a new online fad or even make a few bucks."

Although CNET is not predicting the demise of Facebook, the article notes that Facebook can't be the centre of attention forever.

Savvy businesses who use Facebook but want to stay ahead of the curve on social media marketing might view some of these reports with alarm. If Facebook is beginning a slow and inevitable decline -and no one is sure that it is yet - where should these businesses go? Is Twitter the right option? What about other social networking sites? Google's Orkut is certainly not turning heads, except in Brazil. A recent report in Forbes magazine noted that Facebook and MySpace will be keeping their eyes on Hi5, a social networking site that is immensely popular outside the US and that may have found an alternative to ad-based monetization. Is Hi5 the place to be?

Talk to Your SMM Consultant

As the saying goes, change is a constant. While change in the landscape of social media marketing may not be underway yet, many people believe there are some subtle shifts occurring. If you are like most businesses in Toronto that use social media, you probably have a presence on Facebook. And there is no reason to give it up yet. But it never hurts to be on the lookout for the next big thing, since we all know that giants in online marketing tend to fall.

As a business owner, your best course of action is to develop a relationship with a social media marketing consultant and solicit their expertise when planning your next foray in to social networking sites.

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What is it that I want in my life? Here to paint and make a living from it. Living big. To make that happen in this world, I need to make a business from it. Focus now on making the art. Have got a part-time job and do other freelance odd jobs to cover the basics (soon to be off UC), and can therefore focus on my art making, the technicalities of making it and the development of ideas. In the plan, won’t be at this stage forever. This is laying the foundations. Soon we will progress into the main operational drive. Envisage, realise, promote and sell. Weird that art lives like this. Pure art lives in a vacuum, no need for money. But we need money to survive and have a nice life. Need to support it in the world of money. Wanting to have a nice life doesn’t make me a bad person. Changing the mindset.

What is your art about? I’m thinking about those moments when nobody is looking, no agenda of control, censorship, manipulation, dominance, subjugation. Thinking about an alternate reality, a dream state where you can exist for no reason. Lucidity because this is real, important, not a fleeting feeling or image, but clear and tangible. Themes of queerness and ecological thought. Nature as a setting to lose the ego, a return to environments which are not dominated by human-centred narratives. Finding unmediated, unfiltered, uncensored states. Swimming, dancing, laughing, sleeping, exploring, frolicking, eating berries, dreaming, creating; activities for letting go. De-centering human experience... Need to think about how to do this: is it compositionally de-centered, the more-than-human having different parts to play (but not just personified, and not ontologically flat), showing activities of the more-than-human (choose things that make us feel silly, like other life forms mating, breeding, spinning webs, tectonic plates moving, natural disasters, fungal networks). Metaphor of water as a way to wash away, heal, generate, regenerate, relate. Painting as an activity of fundamentals, using the earth’s clay, touching something tangible, no to reification and alienation, feeling connected, that feeling of holding your hand out and trailing your middle finger in the water and watching little ripples take shape behind you. Progress other mediums like digital. Explore the queer element more.

Think more about communicating a stronger narrative. Telling a story, following tradition of art up until twentieth century. Aware of resistance of this with formalist ideas so use of coded references (accessible despite coding). Use form to tell the story, creating compositional movement in brushwork, designed shape, line. A visually stimulating image “before it is a picture of a battle horse, a nude woman, or some story, [since it] is essentially a flat surface covered in colours arranged in a certain order” (Maurice Denis, painter and writer, Definition of Neo-Traditionism, 1890). Avoidance of universal truth in images... are we still in the post-modern age? Escape agenda, pair with a silly irony.

How I’m feeling now? Positive, in control of what I can do today. Rested. Ready to go. Distractions removed.

Thinking about, when I have about 8 big paintings finished, working on a painting a day. Push out the ideas and see what happens. In the same way I write everyday and see the ideas come out, some of them shitty, some of them great, approaching painting like this will be nice. Writing feels like I’m resting. I can complain, listen to myself, set myself up for the day, dream, create, be silly, be serious. If painting is my natural state, it’s only fair to myself to fully embrace it. Get out of my own way.

Met some people we might possibly live with. Not feeling it though. They were nice. But I think I’ll be wasting energy on trying to be a good fit for them. Like the idea of moving somewhere slightly further away but well connected with the Elizabeth line, closer to nice studios.

Had a vision that I was directing a photoshoot to get reference photos for my paintings. I was, at the same time, singing, mixing and playing a keyboard, like on Top of the Pops. The models - I saw so many people I knew there - were dancing, laughing, dancing in the rain. Beautiful colours. Muted silvery greys with sharp flecks of colour!

Today, going to push on with the Lily painting. I have a plan, a general colour palette. To be honest, I might change it. I think I’m going to make it greener/bluer, more purple at the end of light masses.

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The Reality Check

I’ve been thinking about womenkind being liberated itself in depth for a while...and now I got into the rabbit hole of point. Even the “black-pill” feminism is starting to look “babyfem” to me.

So, Radical Feminists goal is dismantling patriarchy from the root and eliminating male supremacy.

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Say ‘root’ all you want but this isn’t digging, it’s probably the most highest feats one can ever ask for, basically an advocation to overturn all of society itself in redesign.

Radical believe liberal feminists notion of equality is implausible cause men don’t bother to want it (the system benefits and what has that do for a thousand years) and that there’s likely a biological aspect of men collectively being misogynistic. Well, separatism is too implausible without backup, men invade countries all the time and we don’t even have a poor countries for ourselves but feeble small few separatists places. The TRA situation is an foreshadowing epitome example of men invading women spaces.

How are we gonna negotiate three billion women *from three billion men*? Get our ideas through deeply ingrained religious women, poor women who struggling too much to notice etc. If we struggle with the libfems themselves or people who think men can be women (or even think men are oppressed) there no way the above will agree.

Reality of the Numbers

1 thousand takes 33 mins

1 million takes about a week and a half

1 billion...takes 32 years.

Make those billion 3, well that’s 90s years...almost a century and now imagine those numbers being getting women assemble against another 3 billion who are men. A thousand is nothing in comparison.

Even if most women suddenly wake up, men aren’t gonna let women slip off on their own after a rising class conscious awakening without a fight (really? after all of history and bothering us just in regular streets) they’ll just pull female equivalent of black wallstreet easily (that event was atrocious) even if we got many guns and weapons prepared (which will provoke men further to go crazier)

Women aren’t gonna not-birth towards liberty either, it helps but men still have overall leverage (themselves and resources) thus have dominated the genome socially (and biologically) and can just force us. Abortion is also really hard already especially without tools and the other alternate of not birthing is killing one’s self.

Technological advancement while can be use for good (knowing what’s around the world) is a double edge sword which gets wider and can be use for bad for the harm of women (Pornography, hidden cameras being an example). It’s only gonna get harder to escape as it gets more into the future.

...

So is it hopeless?

No actually as grim as the above may sound, for the sole fact that there’s even radical feminist (and enough already, but doesn’t hurt for more) to exist in the first place...but the elysian vision of achieving women’s liberation by parting our separate ways from men and minding our own business in peace (as much as we want it to be simply that route)...is not gonna happen (just like before with getting equality), let’s seriously be real.

Men again will inevitably come and strike upon us, at the time women slowly move out, so the situation is just set up to be a battle from the start unfortunately, there’s already an awakening slowly but we must foresee and plan very far before hand of all sorts of possibilities in a realistic not rose-y way (even it hurts) to get prepared for the winter when it arises. We should still separate but now in a more militia and survivalistic than just only advocate-like way. The final conclusion is that there’s still one card left to pull.

#radical feminism #radfem #female separatism #women's liberation

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Jordan, I've an idea and I wanted to see what's your take on it: Potters and Tom Riddle are neighbors and little seven year old Harry is Tom's worst nightmare. He somehow always ends up at Tom's house while his parents are at work and Sirius and Remus are watching after him. While they're trying to control the situation and fail miserably, Harry is busy making Tom's life living hell while he is trying to plan a world domination. He is convinced that Dumbledore is behind all of this, using a child to distract him and, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, Dumbledore is winning. He hasn't been in this house more than a month, he already wants to move out. Or kill them all.

I didn't put any details because I'm curious of what your mind will make out of this if you even give a try (which I hope you do, I really like your sense of humor). Have fun😀

Hmmm. It’s not normally something I’d vibe with, but I could definitely see the appeal…

I’d probably do it as canon Harry is reborn into an alternate universe where everything is slightly off, but similar enough. Harry, naturally, retains his memories - and while he enjoys the first seven years with his parents, the second he realises Tom fucking Riddle has moved in next door, Harry’s brain instantly switches over into Chaotic Gremlin mode because like hell is he letting this chance slip through his fingers.

Tom Riddle is unprepared for this Kevin McCallister level of bullshit. The Potter’s seven year old son is clearly an eldritch being capable of untold amounts of carnage because he can slide right through Tom’s wards like they’re not even there. He just turns around and the kid is standing two feet from him, staring up at him with terrifying, adorable, knowing eyes.

This is only the beginning of a full-on siege against him, though. What he had originally mistaken for some accidental magic shenanigans is soon revealed to be a series of clever, cunning, downright diabolical plots to drive nails through his brain.

Harry Potter is obviously some kind of experiment Dumbledore and the Potters cooked up to ruin him. And it’s working.

#anonymous #harry potter #tom riddle #basically #it’d be similar to the butterfly AU

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Louder, Bitch

A/N: So for those who liked Fuck You Better, I think this makes a great sequel to that fic! (But it can also be read as a standalone.) Based on the below request – in which Jax wants you to be loud during sex, to let everyone know just how good you’re getting fucked 😏 Note: As mentioned in some of my recent posts, my plan is to alternate posting fics like this, from my Main Request List, with fics for my 500 Followers Kinkfest!

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, super loud sex, in the kitchen, with an audience (listening but not actually watching), dom!Jax Request: This awesome anon request!

Word Count: ~1.8k

“Can’t we just go to your place?” you beg.

“Babe, we’ve already fucked a hundred times on every surface,” Jax reminds you as he drives his bike up to the front of your apartment complex. You two have only been officially together for a few days, but it’s true. “Need to stake my claim to you on your turf, too.”

The Harley pulls up to a stop; you groan, reluctant to step off. “Ugh—fine, just go ahead and talk about me like a piece of meat you own. I guess that’s nothing new...”

“Well, you sure seem to dig it when I fuck you like one,” Jackson taunts, smirking since he can tell those words set fire to your cunt. He takes off your helmet, offsetting the filth with a softhearted kiss on your forehead. “Love you.”

Teasing aside, the real reason you’re stopping by is to pick up a few things you need from your apartment. You haven’t set foot back here ever since Jax Teller claimed you as his girlfriend. Been avoiding this place like the plague, ‘cause a certain somebody—your ex-fuckbuddy—just happens to be your damn roommate.

You just pray that he’s not home today, as you head up the few flights of stairs to your floor.

“Still can’t believe you share an address with your ex,” Jax says as you quietly open the door. “This place stinks of unsatisfying sex.”

“You know he’s not really my ex, Jax. Was never my boyfriend. We just shared the rent, and hooked up now and then because it was convenient,” you mutter as you step in, feeling Jax groping your ass with eager hands. Just hoping desperately the other man’s not home to witness what’s about to happen... “Luckily the lease is up this weekend. Then we can—”

But Jax has no patience to let you finish that sentence. Slams the door shut behind him as he shoves you up against the wall and kisses you so hard that you’re incapable of speaking. You probably won’t ever see straight again.

“That’s my girl. Such a sweet little piece of meat,” he snarls, the force of his hunger and heat pushing you down the hall, toward the nearest surface where you used to eat. You try to protest that your ‘ex’ might be home, in the very next room... but Jax just doesn’t seem to care at all. “Quit your bitchin’. Think you need a good hard pounding in the kitchen.”

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Ten seconds later, your man has you screaming so loud that you’re bound to be getting complaints from the neighbors.

The whole town of Charming can probably hear. Thankfully it appears that your roommate’s not here, as you notice his keys are absent from the spot where he typically keeps them, whenever he’s in...

Of course Jax took note of the fact you were distracted for a second, checking for your ex’s keys. He isn’t pleased. Your wholehearted focus on him during sex is the one thing he always demands, fucking needs. Pulls at your pants with forceful hands, yanking them further down your knees, spanking your ass as he drives his enormous cock into your soaking wet heat.

Jax has you bent over the cold kitchen counter. Manhandling you like a damn piece of meat, taking you from behind in a pure show of alpha male power. And every delicious thrust into your tight pussy has you screaming even louder.

Apparently not loud enough. Jax knows you like it rough. Leans down to growl pure filth into your ear, pushing your shirt up so your bare skin rubs against the rugged leather of his kutte, calling you his dirty little girl and nasty fucking slut. Ordering you to make even more noise, which happens inevitably as your body reacts to the force of his touch and his gruff, raspy voice.

He knows this is exactly what you love. What the slut deep inside you enjoys. Getting used like his fucktoy, completely destroyed. And he loves when your screams make that clear, for the whole town to hear.

The whole town—literally everybody—and... oh shit. Suddenly there’s a sound at the door, in this moment, which you somehow notice, while you’re busy moaning like a fucking whore. The door just opened, you’re pretty sure. And it must be your goddamn ex-fuckbuddy.

Though you don’t give much of a shit what he thinks, still it just seems insulting and embarrassing, to have the guy walk in and watch and listen, while Jax hammers you to pieces in the kitchen. To have him actually hear and see you getting fucked so rough and slutty...

“J-Jax—” you gasp.

But Jax just deals your ass another brutal slap, grabbing a fistful of your hair to make you arch your back, and laughing in your ear now as he hears your breathing hitch and feels your pussy twitch.

Then he just says two words that make you want to fucking burst. His dominance feels so damn good it hurts. “Louder, bitch.”

That’s all it takes, for all your dignity and self-restraint to swiftly fade away. For you to do exactly as he says. To give in to your purpose to submit and to obey, always, while Jax keeps punishing your pussy till it breaks.

“Fuck—Jax...” you moan, as he pulls your hair firmly back, pushes his cock in farther, spanks you harder, treats you to the pleasure that only Jax Teller can give. Jax alone. For as long as you live. Reminding you and your ex and everyone else that you are his to own.

Much of the noise that you’re making is just shouts and screams, grunts and groans. Like the soundtrack to some raunchy porno. Which Jax fucking loves. Says the sounds that you make are the stuff of wet dreams. He gets off on this stuff. Hearing you come undone as you burst at the seams, barely able to form words as you let your inner whore go.

But you know this dirty motherfucker is also a sucker for dirty talk—hearing his girl use her words to praise his big, beautiful, powerful, perfect cock. Gushing about how he gives you such pleasure, how nobody could fuck you better. Ever since you and Jax got together, you’ve been showering him with praises like that quite a lot, and it gets him so hot.

So today’s no exception. You somehow form words to effuse about how your new boyfriend is literal sex god perfection.

“Oh my God, your cock—holy fuck... so good... ugh, yeah just like that, Jax—just fuck me like I’m nothing but your filthy little slut... God, you’re so hot... so big—so fucking big... holy shit—Jax, I live for your dick...”

It’s not as if your former fuckbuddy was small—no, not at all—but, well... compared to Jax, every man is. So you’re just being honest, even if it sounds mean as hell. It’s not your intention to be mean about it, but now that you have Jax’s dick... you just can’t live without it. And Jax wants your ex and the whole world to know that, so nobody will ever doubt it.

Surely by now, there is no fucking doubt. Not when you’re being so fucking loud.

This whole time your ex seems to have stayed in the foyer, clearly within earshot but out of the way. Not so close as to actually witness.

You may not be mean-spirited... but Jax is. Just a little bit. He and your ‘ex’ have just a little bit of history, a little bit of business.

So between the dirty words that he relentlessly growls down into your ear, you hear him call out to the man who’d walked in unannounced. “Bet you fucking miss this!”

It’s a proud, territorial, alpha male shout. With a sick, savage smirk of a smile. Jax Teller’s classic style. And all the while, he keeps on ferociously fucking your brains out, right here in the other man’s house.

As his cock keeps on pounding you into the counter, the both of you keep shouting louder and louder...

And soon the front door just slams shut. Your ex-fuckbuddy clearly had heard quite enough. Feels no need to stay here and listen, while somebody hotter and bigger and better—Jackson Fucking Teller: the only man you’ll ever want, ever love—ravages your tight wet cunt in this kitchen. His kitchen. All filthy and rough. Making sure the whole world knows that you are his slut.

Jax stakes his final claim, by filling you up with his thick hot cum as you repeatedly, heatedly scream out his name. Keeping his massive dick inside you as he leans down over your trembling body to engulf you in the warmth of his kutte, in the glow of his love. Kisses tender and soft, to help ease you down from how explosively you both just came.

So that just happened, on the kitchen counter here in this apartment, for which you and your ‘ex’ are still both paying rent... and you seriously have no fucking shame. Just to please your man, you would honestly do it all over again.

Jax seems to read your mind, still buried deep inside you from behind. “Damn. Babe, that was awesome,” he sighs as he traces the sex-hazy smile on your lips with the tip of his thumb. “So, um... you said the lease is up this weekend?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, your senses still totally buzzing and numb. Struck dumb, from being so full of his cum, and just how much you love him.

“Guess that leaves just a few dozen other surfaces for us to get our freak on,” he muses aloud, taking stock of the territory that he has to conquer by the weekend. “You know I gotta stake my claim before your pretty ass officially moves out.”

Can’t help but laugh, though laughing hurts when he just fucked your cunt in half. But it’s so worth it. Fucking perfect. Pain is pleasure, with Jax Teller. “What, you got some kind of kink for fucking me in my own house...?” you ask although you know the answer. Your badass biker boyfriend is a territorial alpha male bastard.

“Hey—this is my house now,” he claims, playful yet seriously proud. Picking you up and then spreading you out across the dining room table like a piece of meat for him to fucking eat. Already all set for a second round. “Let’s give the neighbors something to complain about...”

Oh, yes sir, you think in silence as he throws you down, ready for yet another round of perfectly painful pleasure, as your man goes to town and fucks your goddamn brains out.

Jax Teller has only one order, as he settles in to fuck you even harder. As if there was ever a doubt. “Bitch, better be fucking loud.”

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