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yesterdaysprint · 1 year
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The Mansfield News, Ohio, November 5, 1914
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newyorkthegoldenage · 6 months
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Before computers, this is how news organizations tabulated election returns. The returns came in by teletype and were classified and counted with the aid of these and other specially-designed machines. Election night at Associated Press headquarters in Rockefeller Center, November 3, 1942.
Photo: Matty Zimmerman for the AP
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wakeupshow · 2 months
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Proto-fascists are oficially the 3rd political force in my country with a thinner than I would have wanted margin to the the usual bipartisan center parties. Plus, the left was crushed as far as seats in the parliament, mfs could rewrite the constitution, fuck 50 years of progress up in the 50th anniversary of the portuguese carnation revolution, which crushed fascism, because the center-right has no majority and will have to either talk with the proto-fascists or the neoliberals to build a government (mind you, these dudes were already running along with a conservative party and a FUCKIN MONARCHIC ONE WHILE WE'RE MORE THAN 100 YEARS DEEP INTO THIS BEING A REPUBLIC THING). We will now have to deal with a bunch of ultraconservative, mysoginistic, homophobic, xenophobic, racist, pro-capital bill proposals and rethoric 24/7.
How is your week going?
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rwrbmovie · 8 months
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princehenryuk Congratulations President Claremont on another historic win! #ForwardTogether
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iknowwhattosaynow · 1 year
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When your traditional election night meme expires, you make yourself a fresh one and keep the tradition alive.
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area51-narutorun · 1 year
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it goes like this
the 4th the 5th
the minor fall
the major lift
the baffled putin destiel nevada
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tunneldweller · 6 months
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I will not read exit polls. polls are the mind-killer. I will fucking wait for the official results.
or at least until tomorrow morning.
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screenpalettes · 1 year
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American Horror Story: Cult “Election Night” S7E1 (2017)
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newyorkthegoldenage · 6 months
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A vast crowd gathered in Times Square on November 6, 1928, to watch the returns of the election to decide the new president. They may have been there in the hope that their governor, Al Smith, would win. But Herbert Hoover did, with an overwhelming majority of the votes.
Photo: Associated Press
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bafflement · 1 year
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Deaged Oz AU: Robyn's Election Party
Sneaking out of Atlas to go to a party might not have been one of Oz's best ideas ever, on reflection. Especially since said party wasn't in a very good part of Mantle and several of them would probably make good targets themselves.
Weiss and Winter probably shouldn't have come, but when they learned that Oz was going they had tagged along. Of course, Oz was mostly going because Oscar wanted to, but neither of the Schnee siblings seemed very comfortable letting him out of their sight right now.
He sighed, frustrated at that. Yes... he had been a kidnapped child once, but that was a very long time ago. The possibility that the same group even still existed was vanishingly small, it wasn't like they could snatch him again. Besides, he was far from the helpless ten year old he had once been, he could look after himself! No, the worry was that the girls were so obviously Schnee's... but then they were both hunters, too. It wasn't like Willow Schnee was going, after all.
"Oz... what's wrong?" Oscar asked, picking up on his mood.
"It is just that... Winter and Weiss will make very tempting targets to certain members of the audience, I fear. They're Schnee's and Jaques Schnee is, well, Jaques Schnee."
"... so are you. I'm not sure any of you three should be going, but here we are."
"At least we all have hunters licences." Oz sighed again. "Hopefully that will be enough. I just fear that something is likely to happen, after all, Atlas is next on Salem's list. Chaos is what she thrives on. Chaos brings fear and fear brings the Grimm."
None of the others really had anything to say about that, but at least they were almost there.
The guard on the door scanned over the group in disinterest, though his gaze sharpened slightly on noting Winter in her Atlas military uniform and Weiss in her typical outfit, especially since both of them were armed.
"No entry for Schnee's with weapons."
"We're not here to attack anyone!" Winter was quick to assure them. "But we're huntresses, we need to be armed in case something goes wrong. NONE of us want my father to win this seat, you can be certain of that."
The guard sighed. "Wait here, I need to go and talk to a few people. No funny business, Schnees."
When he returned it was in the company of Robyn Hill herself, who scanned the group and raised an eyebrow.
"Huh, Feuer wasn't kidding, there really are Schnees attending my little party. I'm honored. Why are you here?"
"To attend. None of us want my father to win, you're by far the better option."
"Uh huh, and if I asked you to test that using my semblance?"
Winter reached out and clasped hands with Robyn without hesitation, repeating her earlier words. The connection blazed green for truth and Robyn relaxed.
"Well, I suppose you're here with good intentions after all. I never thought I'd see the day, Winter Schnee. Weiss Schnee. People I don't know yet."
"Ruby Rose." "Blake Belladonna." "Yang Xaio Long." "Jaune Arc." "Nora Valkyrie" "Li Ren." "Oscar Pine."
They were all eager enough to introduce themselves, only Oz hanging back, watching her carefully.
"Well, that's most of you? And what about the little one, or are you too shy to come and say hello?"
Oz seemed to come to a decision, glancing at Winter briefly.
"Wintertip Pine, ma'am. Pleased to meet you."
Robyn smiled slightly at that, seemingly rather charmed by his good manners.
"Welcome to the party then, have fun and don't forget to support me when I have a council seat!" She moved off back towards the front as Winter and Weiss stared at Oz, surprised.
"Why call yourself Wintertip, of all names?"
"Why not? I cannot really use the name I was given at birth here, especially as I am not overly comfortable with it and I'm very well aware of what would happen were I to use a different one. Wintertip felt like a good compromise for now. Besides, this way I get to choose for once."
Winter stared at him for a second, almost speechless, before reaching over and ruffling his hair, gently. She still didn't say anything, but her expression seemed to say more than enough by itself.
Up on stage, Robyn was continuing her speech. "Look at everybody in attendance tonight! All of you support me for the council and that means a lot, we even have a few Schnee's!" She grinned over at the group even as several not entirely friendly gazes turned to them. Weiss brushed her fingers over Myrtenaster even as Oz's knuckles tightened on Long Memory's hilt. Robyn noticed and continued, hastily. "Now, you all know my semblance! Imagine my surprise when Specialist Winter Schnee herself clasped hands with me and confirmed they were here to support me! Now, I don't know what that says to the rest of you about the quality of the competition, but I say I'm honored to have them here tonight! They come as friends, please treat them as such?"
The gazes got rather quickly less hostile at that, but Oz was more focused on the numbers being projected. Was it just him, or were the percentages getting closer by the moment? He really, really had a bad feeling about this. Up on stage, Penny and the Atlas Operatives had noticed them, too. Although most of them looked amused, Clover was visibly furious that they'd so obviously flouted an order from General Ironwood. He may not be certain why the General was so protective of the youngest, but he knew that he would never have let him out here.
Excusing himself, he stalked over to the group, glaring at Oz who glared back, neither one willing to back down.
"Go. Home. Tip."
"Why should I? We're here to support Robyn just as much as everybody else is."
"Do you have any idea just how worried you will have made the General?" Clover hissed in an undertone.
"We left him a note." Oz stated calmly. "Besides, shouldn't you be working security? I'm sure everybody feels so much safer with you here."
Thankfully, the sarcasm seemed to go over Clover's head, who puffed himself up and went back to the stage. Crisis averted, for now. Though those numbers were looking even closer now...
The numbers switched, showing Jaques Schnee was somehow now in the lead, which made no sense considering that nobody in their right mind would have voted for him. Oz tensed, waiting, knowing that there was about to be a problem even if he didn't quite know what.
Then the lights went out. Briefly. Oz made a tossing motion upwards, reilluminating the room in the greenish glow his magic always gave off. He seemed pale and wan beneath it and he could feel himself starting to shake again, but the sudden light had managed to quite clearly illuminate one Tyrian Callows. Without the cover of darkness to aid him, he was swiftly engaged in a fight by several other people and just as quickly seemed to give up, being arrested within about two minutes of being discovered.
Robyn looked to be in shock, scanning the crowd to try to find the source of the light even as the lights that should have been in the building flickered back on. Oz, relieved, extinguished his own, sinking to the floor in a tangle of tired limbs. That had taken far more out of him than he'd been expecting, though it was probably more to do with his physical age than anything else.
Robyn made her way over, the crowd parting as she did so.
"Wintertip? That... thank you. That was your semblance, wasn't it? Is this the first time you used it?"
Oz just shook his head, not even trying to speak. He could feel the shaking calm down and drew himself back up to his feet as soon as he felt able. He was tired enough that he couldn't quite suppress a yawn, though and the others crowded around him, trying to grant him at least a little bit of privacy.
Even the others were staring at him, too. The Ace Operatives all came over, looking at Oz in a mix of amusement and frustration. At least they wouldn't have to explain too much to the General, but they were certainly starting to see why little Tip Pine wasn't to be let out by himself.
"Come on you lot, we need to go."
"One second?" Robyn interrupted, her voice hesitant. "Wintertip Pine? I owe you a boon. Let me know if there is ever anything I can do for you? I might not have won the council seat, but I'm pretty sure you saved at least one life tonight."
Oz just nodded tiredly as the others led the way backstage and out to where their transport waited. Tyrian Callows was shoved, none too gently, into a smaller airship. That one would be going directly to the top security wing of the prison. Everybody was pretty sure that General Ironwood would want words with him.
"Ah." Tyrian purred on seeing a straight backed and visibly fuming James Ironwood on the other side of the forcefield. "What do I owe the pleasure, General? Tell me, did I disrupt anything important?"
"Why were you at Robyn Hill's party? What did you want there?"
"Well, wouldn't you like to know that." Tyrian giggled, sounding unhinged. "But you know I won't tell you, where's the fun in that? Besides, I'll escape soon enough. I might even go and find that child. You know, the one with the delightful light semblance that got me caught? Find him, skin him, wear him as a cloak..." He giggled again even as, snarling, James drew his gun, pointing it directly at Tyrian's head.
"Oh no, you won't be escaping. You'll never go near him again, much less touch him." Thumbing the forcefield off, he shot several rounds directly into Tyrian's skull. It might have been murder, but he reassured himself that if he hadn't done it, then the madman would just have gone out and killed more people.
He went to find Oz and the others. Dammit, he needed to have words with them, too.
Elsewhere, Salem jerked as she felt the string connecting her to Tyrian Callows snap. He had finally got himself into a situation that he couldn't get out of, then? Pity, she'd rather miss him. He'd been such a useful tool. Maybe Ironwood had been pushed to the point of killing him? That, at least would have been good for her plans.
Sighing, she contacted Watts.
"Yes, my queen?" He answered, sounding about as servile as he always did.
"It appears our dear Tyrian is no longer with us. What exactly happened to get him caught? I thought you said your plans were foolproof." There was a dangerous tone in her voice and Watts blinked, surprised.
"Some brat had a light semblance. The lights went out, they lit the room up. They weren't very old, though,so it might have been a first use."
"A light semblance?" Salem asked, sounding bored. "What color semblance?" Not that she cared, but it was so nice to see Watt's sweat.
"Green, I believe, my Queen. Why?"
Salem screamed in anger and began to break things. Watts retreated, confused and more than a little scared.
"OZMA!" She roared into the night, continuing to destroy everything around her. "WHY DO YOU KEEP COMING BACK?"
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wayward-jace · 1 year
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Georgia went blue again on the day when a couple from the SPN universe officially became cannon. I’m having flashbacks
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circeswife · 1 year
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who's going canon while we wait for nevada this year?
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I need a cigarette and a tall drink
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qroier · 9 months
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ROIER
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dailybehbeh · 1 year
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Behbeh
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