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#then tomorrow i will politely harass the state department :)
bereft-of-frogs · 3 years
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a fun thing I added to my to-do list tomorrow is ‘harass US Consulate’ so that’s fun XD
(aka wait until they open to call them because they still haven’t answered my email, don’t worry I’m only kinda planning to harass them. politely harass them.)
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myonechicagoworld · 3 years
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CHICAGO FIRE – RETALIATION HIT (S01E21)
Commander (Sgt. Halstead): How long was she in your apartment?
Kelly Severide: Half hour. Hour tops.
Commander (Sgt. Halstead): And how many beers did you have?
Kelly Severide: Two.
Commander (Sgt. Halstead): In 30 minutes?
Kelly Severide: First time in history anyone ever drank two beers in
                          half an hour?
Commander( Sgt. Halstead): Ms. Little stated that it was hard to
                                                 keep up with you. She felt buzzed.
Kelly Severide: That’s what happens when you drink beer. She’d
                           know since she brought the six pack over.
Commander (Sgt. Halstead): She said you tried to kiss her, but
                                                  she was uncomfortable and tried to
                                                  leave. You backed her against the
                                                  wall, leaned into her body and put
                                                  your hand on her buttock.
Kelly Severide: Unreal.
Commander (Sgt. Halstead): Care to respond?
Mouch: Lieutenant Severide is not obligated to respond to any of
              these questions, Commander. He came in good faith to
              hear the charges against him.
Kelly Severide: Actually, I faked a yawn and said I was tired and she
                          should probably get going. Because I started
                          thinking she was a little… desperate.
                                           cutscene
                                       [door buzzing]
                                        [door opens]
Police Officer (Officer Blair): You’re up, Voight.
                                   [handcuffs clicking]
                                            cutscene
Hallie Thomas: How’s Dawson?
Matt Casey: Good. Great.
                      Why?
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Hallie Thomas: Don’t even pretend.
Matt Casey: Um, she’s dating young Peter Mills.
Hallie Thomas: That sneaky little bastard. Good for him.
Matt Casey: How about yourself? Seeing anybody?
Hallie Thomas: Nah, no one serious.
Matt Casey: You heard about Curtis, right?
Hallie Thomas: Yeah. Um, is Voight behind it?
Matt Casey: I have no idea. I mean, the kid was in a gang, but
                     still…
Hallie Thomas: That doesn’t make any difference in terms of
                           Voight’s case, right?
Matt Casey: Apparently there’s a dismissal hearing today, and his
                      union is pushing hard for entrapment. All I know is I
                      can’t get sucked into it again.
                                               cutscene
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Hank Voight: [sighs]
                       I’m hungry. Let’s go.
                                              cutscene
                                [coffee machine steaming]
Christopher Herrmann: Drink coupons?
Otis Zvonecek: It’s called a loss leader, okay? It gets people in the
                          door. Once they’re inside, they keep spending.
Christopher Herrmann: I’m already confused, all right? It’s a bar,
                                         not the New York stock exchange.
Matt Casey: It’s actually not that complicated, Herrmann.
Christopher Herrmann: Well, we have a soft opening in a week,
                                          andwe don’t even have our decorations
                                          up yet.
Otis Zvonecek: Call it a drink special. I don’t care.
                                           [kissing sound]
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Leslie Shay: Oh, marry him.
Chief Boden: Okay, everybody listen up. In light of recent events…
                       recent allegations, rather… personnel division has
                       flagged this house for sexual harassment sensitivity
                       training.
Matt Casey: [silently groans]
Joe Cruz: Uh, Chief? I think actually it’s sexual harassment and
                  sensitivity training. ‘Cause the way that you just said it, it
                  makes it sound like we have to be, uh, sensitive toward
                  sexual har…
Christopher Herrmann: All right, what the hell? This house needs it.
                                        All right, listen up everybody. CFD special,
                                        okay? Happy hour prices all night long
                                        when Molly’s opens.
                                   [murmuring and applause]
Otis Zvonecek: [groans]
                                               cutscene
Peter Mills: Lieutenant. What you’re going through ain’t right. So if
                    there’s anything I can do to help, name it. I mean if you
                    just want to grab a beer or put on some gloves…
Kelly Severide: Appreciate it.
                                       [locker door shuts]
Kevin Hadley: Hey Mills.
                                      [locker door closes]
Kevin Hadley: His shoes need shining.
                               [alarm buzzing and blaring]
(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Car
                  accident, 3464 Morgan Street.
Chief Boden: Casey, I just heard from the state’s attorney. Voight’s
                        out.
Matt Casey: All right.
Chief Boden: Yeah.
                                          [sirens blaring]
Chief Boden: What’s the story here?
Police Officer (Officer Sobek): We got two people stuck.
Chief Boden: What happened?
Police Officer (Officer Sobek): Driver got shot and lost control.
                                                    Word is this is the guy that shot
                                                    Curtis. Retaliation hit.
                                      [engine humming]
Kelly Severide: Looks unstable. Be careful.
Matt Casey: He’s pinned in. Foot’s stuck on the gas.
Victim 1: [screams] Oh God! Oh God! Help me, please!
                                         - title screen -
                                      [indistinct chatter]
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Kelly Severide: Hey, stand clear of the car! Second victim’s
                          underneath.
                          Hang on, ma’am. We’re gonna get you out, okay?
Victim 1: Hurry, please.
Matt Casey: Driver’s got a head wound. We’ve got to get him out of
                      there.
Kelly Severide: Hey, we budge this car, it’s gonna take off.
Chief Boden: We lift the car. Kelly, you get the woman. We stabilise
                       this on the truck and get the driver at the same time.
                       Go.
Kelly Severide: Capp, Hadley, air bags and halligans!
Matt Casey: Cruz and Mills, we need bottle Jacks and cribbing as
                      much as we have. Mouch, take the center punch.
                      Herrmann, sawzall. Let’s move.
Christopher Herrmann: Got it.
Gabby Dawson: What do we got?
Matt Casey: Looks like a perforating head injury. The driver’s still
                     alive. You’re gonna have to move fast.
Gabby Dawson: We’re on it.
Victim 1: [whimpers]
Kelly Severide: Okay, help me out with this. We gotta lift it.
                          Don’t worry, ma’am. We’re right here with you.
Chief Boden: Don’t let it touch that wheel!
Victim 1: [whimpers]
Kelly Severide: Hang in there. Hang in there.
                          Watch your back.
                          All right, let’s get that board in!
Victim 1: [cries out]
Kelly Severide: Easy, easy.
                           Watch it.
Victim 1: [whimpers]
Kelly Severide: You got it?
Chief Boden: Keep her away from that wheel.
Victim 1: [whimpers]
Chief Boden: Good job, guys. Good job.
                                    [glass shattering]
Matt Casey: [grunts]
                              [engine stops humming]
Chief Boden: Pop those hinges.
Firefighter: I got it.
                                         [grinding]
Chief Boden: There you go! Get the board in now.
Leslie Shay: He’s got a pulse. Barely.
Kelly Severide: Watch his head.
                           Okay.
                           Watch it.
                           You got it?
Leslie Shay: Got it, yeah.
Gabby Dawson: Did I hear right? Voight’s out?
Matt Casey: Yeah.
Gabby Dawson: Let’s go.
                                           [siren blaring]
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Mouch: You’re not doing what I think you’re doing, are you?
Kelly Severide: [sighs] What if I just meet her face-to-face and…
Mouch: Do not contact this woman, you hear me? We have a
              follow-up interview tomorrow, and we have the upper hand
              right now. Okay?
                                               cutscene
Gabby Dawson: Single gunshot to the head through and through.
                            Entrance is at the cheek.
ER Doctor: Pressure?
Gabby Dawson: 50 over 30.
ER Doctor: Get him into six.
Leslie Shay: I told you that Tara chick was bad news. Now look.
Gabby Dawson: So there’s no way that Severide could have gotten
                            a little too frisky with her?
Leslie Shay: Against her will? No way.
Gabby Dawson: Well, what’s Severide saying?
Leslie Shay: Not much. Whenever he gets this look on his face, I
                     just steer clear and let him figure it out. ‘Cause me
                     trying to fix it never does any good. She’s not gonna
                     get away with this, is she?
Gabby Dawson: Well, that’s what they said about Voight.
Leslie Shay: Ugh, crazy town. I mean, how does that guy walk?
Gabby Dawson: I don’t know. It reminds me of this joke my dad
                            once told me. Why is Chicago style pizza so
                            thick?
Leslie Shay: Why?
Gabby Dawson: Don’t worry about it.
Leslie Shay: She’s not here.
Gabby Dawson: Who?
Leslie Shay: Hallie.
Gabby Dawson: I’m not looking for Hallie.
                                      [cell phone vibrating]
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Leslie Shay: Who is it?
Gabby Dawson: Blocked. Who blocks their phones anymore other
                            than drug dealers.
                                               cutscene
                                   [tapping on whiteboard]
Man 1 (Trainer): Nice slacks! Acceptable compliment? Yes, no or
                            depends?
Christopher Herrmann: I don’t think people call them slacks
                                        anymore.
Man 1 (Trainer): Oh come on, come on. No, you know what I mean.
                                              [laughter]
Man 1 (Trainer): Pants, dungarees, whatever.
Joe Cruz: Depends.
Man 1 (Trainer): On?
Joe Cruz: What part of the pants?
Man 1 (Trainer): Exactly. A female co-worker is standing in front of
                           you... ”Nice pants,” is acceptable. Walking away
                           from you, noway, Jose. And why not?
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Christopher Herrmann: Isn’t it kind of obvious?
                                              [laughter]
Man 1 (Trainer): Look, I know all this new political correctness-type
                           deal is a head spinner, ‘cause it was a little more
                           loosey-goosey back in the day. I mean, hell, when I
                           first started working for the city you’d-you’d walk
                           into some locker rooms, they’d have Hustler
                           centrefolds taped up. You do that nowadays, ninjas
                           drop from the ceiling and will airlift your ass right
                           out of there.
                                              [laughter]
Christopher Herrmann: Tell me about it. When-when I started there
                                         was this guy, Eric Weinburger…[chuckles]
                                         and if it was somebody’s birthday, he
                                         would walk around with his testicles
                                         hanging out of his fly…
                                               [laughter]
Man 1 (Trainer): Okay. Okay! Look, tap the brakes, pal. That’s what
                            I’m talking about.
Christopher Herrmann: Hey.
                                              cutscene
Antonio Dawson: Voight’s got a condo in Myrtle Beach. And there’s
                              a good shot he threatens to sue the department
                              for wrongful prosecution, settles for a chunk of
                              change and then goes to play golf year round.
                              That’s according to my buddy who used to work
                              for Voight.
                              He’s dirty, but he ain’t stupid. He knows he
                               dodged a bullet on this one. And with his son
                               already doing a year, there’s no way he’s gonna
                               come after you again.
Matt Casey: That’s what they told me right before he tried to have
                      my skull cracked open.
Chief Boden: You’ll keep us apprised, won’t you, Antonio?
Antonio Dawson: Of course.
Chief Boden: Casey. Do not get drawn back into this.
                                          cutscene
Man 2 (Paramedic): Leslie Shay!
Leslie Shay: Hey, Derek.
                     What’s wrong?
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Gabby Dawson: That was Voight.
Leslie Shay: What’d he say?
Gabby Dawson: He’s calling in that favour I owe him.
                            [exhales]
                                          cutscene
Matt Casey: You’re gonna call Voight back?
Gabby Dawson: [sighs] I mean I guess I have to.
Matt Casey: Want me to?
Gabby Dawson: No. No, no, no. But… that’s really nice of you to
                            offer.
Matt Casey: You let me know. And we’re cool. No matter what you
                      do. I don’t want us going down the same road we did
                      last time and not talking to each other for a month.
                      You’re too important to me for that.
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Gabby Dawson: Thanks. I feel the same way. Which is why I wanted
                            to bring you in the loop. So that you didn’t think I
                            was scheming with Voight or anything behind your
                            back.
Matt Casey: Dawson, I’m serious though. You-you try to deal with
                      Voight on your own, you’ll end up in quicksand.
Gabby Dawson: Okay.
Man 1 (Trainer): Can I borrow you two for a second?
Matt Casey: [clears throat] “You look very nice today.”
Gabby Dawson: “Thank you.”
Matt Casey: “A bunch of us are gonna get some beers after work.
                      Care to join?”
Gabby Dawson: Sure, yeah. That sounds fun.”
Matt Casey: Keep going, or…
Man 1 (Trainer): Please.
Matt Casey: Okay.
Leslie Shay: Oh look, he just groped her. Did everybody see that?
Chief Boden: Shay.
Leslie Shay: I’m just saying. That’s all it takes, right?
Matt Casey: “Have you been going to the gym?”
Gabby Dawson: “Um, yeah, you know, here and there. Not as much
                             as I’d like.”
Matt Casey: “Because your physique looks really good.”
                                            [laughter]
Gabby Dawson: “Well, thank you. That’s really nice of you.”
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Man 1 (Trainer): Now freeze it. Freeze it. What did we talk about
                            behavioural modifiers?
Matt Casey: I think he means stop the role-play
Gabby Dawson: Oh.
Man 1 (Trainer): Matt should not be making comments about
                            Gabby’s body. We know that.
                                     [cell phone vibrating]
Man 1 (Trainer): But Gabby should not be accepting compliments
                            about her body from Matt.
Chief Boden: Keep your radio on.
Man 1 (Trainer): Uh why don’t we break for lunch?
All: Yes.
       Sure.
Matt Casey: Thank you.
Harold Capp: Hey, candidate?
Peter Mills: Yeah?
Harold Capp: You park across the street?
Peter Mills: Yeah, why?
                    Oh! Son of a bitch!
Kevin Hadley: Oh, man.
Peter Mills: Man, right in front of the house! God!
Harold Capp: Whoa, wait a second. Wait a second. Isn’t this an
                        ’03?
Peter Mills: Yeah.
Harold Capp: I think this is the model they built with the spare
                       window.
                       Yeah.
Kevin Hadley: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Harold Capp: Hang on a second. Hold on, let me show you.
                                     [engine starting]
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Peter Mills: [sighs] Ooh… [chuckles]
                    Yeah funny. Give me my keys.
                                [Capp & Hadley chuckles]
Peter Mills: That was a good one.
                    [groans]
                                             cutscene
Kelly Severide: [exhales] I just wanted to talk, you know. Human
                          being to human being.
Tara Little: I-I-I don’t want to talk about the other night. It’s still so
                   painful.
Kelly Severide: Tara, come on. We were both there. And if I said
                          something that offended you…
Tara Little: Look, IAD is pushing me to file a police report. And
                   despite what happened, I’m not interested in making
                   this a criminal case.
Kelly Severide: For what?
                          Look me in the eye. Tell me what I did.
Tara Little: But there is another option. If you apologise on record,
                   it’s called an Alford plea. You won’t be admitting guilt,
                   but we could both…avoid the embarrassment of
                   reliving this in public.
Kelly Severide: You’re crazy.
Tara Little: I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to meet you.
                                              cutscene
Antonio Dawson: I’ll take care of it.
Gabby Dawson: Look, I don’t have a problem calling him to see
                            what he wants.
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Antonio Dawson: No.
Gabby Dawson: Hey. Don’t do anything crazy.
                                [alarm buzzing and blaring]
(Over PA): Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.
                  Overturned tanker, Eleanor and Fuller.
                                        [sirens wailing]
Kelly Severide: Squad’s set to pull the driver out. We just need
                           engine to get some water on this fire so we
                           have some clearance.
Chief Boden: This first tank is leaking sodium hydroxide. We have
                        an active chemical spill. That is a negative on the
                        water. That’s going to spread the spill out even
                        further. We need to get foam on this fire… and
                        masks on!
Victim 2 (Truck Driver): Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, get me out of here!
                                       Get me out!
Chief Boden: (into radio) Squad three, suit up for rescue. Call in
                        Hazmat.
                        Hang on in there! We’re gonna come and get you!
                        (into radio) Battalion 25 to dispatch, we need the
                        closest available foam engine to Bridgeport right
                        now. We are on Eleanor and Fuller.
Dispatch: (over radio) Copy that, 25.
Chief Boden: Let’s dyke off this area right now. If it gets into the
                        river, it’ll spread into Chicago.
Matt Casey: Got it. Shovels and pick axes!
                      Right here. Start digging
                                             [grunting]
Matt Casey: (over radio) Chief, where’s our foam?
Chief Boden: (into radio) We’re working on it, Casey.
Kelly Severide: Chief, if you need us to pull him out now, we’re
                          ready.
Chief Boden: (into radio)That diesel fire’s impinging on that tanker.
                       It’s getting ready to blow! You can’t go in yet.
Matt Casey: (into radio) Driver’s gonna get burned inside and out if
                     he stays in there much longer.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Where the hell is that engine?
                                       [foam spraying]
Chief Boden: Severide.
Kelly Severide: Yeah.
Chief Boden: That foam will cover up the vapors. You ready?
Kelly Severide: Yeah, let’s do it!
                           Hadley!
Kevin Hadley: Yeah!
Kelly Severide: Have the descender ready to send up the aerial.
Kevin Hadley: Uh, it-it’s new. I don’t know the set-up yet. I’ll just,
                         uh, I’ll rig up a rope and pulley.
Kelly Severide: Nah, that’s not enough. We’re gonna need the
                          descender. Ask Mills to do it.
Peter Mills: On it.
                     Let’s go.
                     Hadley, stand by.
                     Here. Take that, run it up
Chief Boden: (into radio) Mouch.
                                          [motor humming]
Chief Boden: Capp, make sure you stay tight to Severide.
Victim 2 (Truck driver): [breathing heavily]
Kelly Severide: Chemicals flooding the cab. Driver’s losing
                           consciousness.
Victim 2 (Truck driver): [groans]
Kelly Severide: Hey buddy, hang in there. We’re gonna get you out!
                          Watch your eyes!
Victim 2 (Truck driver): Okay.
                                         [glass shattering]
Peter Mills: Okay, throw me the rope bag.
Harold Capp: It’s coming down.
Kelly Severide: (over radio) Got the harness attached.
Victim 2 (Truck driver): [groans]
Kelly Severide: (over radio) Okay, pull him up!
Peter Mills: Haul!
Victim 2 (Truck driver): [groans]
Kelly Severide: Keep it going!
                          Okay, Mills, the driver’s clear.
Peter Mills: We’re good!
Kelly Severide: Let’s go, let’s go!
Chief Boden: All right. Bring him over, Mouch.
Joe Cruz: This way!
Peter Mills: Keep it going! Keep it going!
Firefighter: Keep coming!
Victim 2 (Truck driver): [groans]
Gabby Dawson: Let’s go!
Chief Boden: Good job.
Peter Mills: [chuckles]
                                          cutscene
Joe Cruz: Hope we weren’t too much of a pain in the ass.
Man 1 (Trainer): Not at all. Fully aware that you work 24 hour shifts
                           together and you see the things that you see. And
                           there should be consideration for that. You just
                           have to be careful, or you can find yourself in a
                           real predicament.
Chief Boden: Did everybody hear that?
All: We got it.
       Mm-hmm.
Man 1 (Trainer): Still using the Elkhart brass nozzles, I see. Is that a
                            75/100?
Joe Cruz: Yeah, how you know about nozzles?
Man 1 (Trainer): Ah I took the CFD exam. Back when dinosaurs
                           roamed the earth. Made it all the way through,
                           then got dinged on the last day.
Chief Boden: What happened?
Man 1 (Trainer): Colourblind.
                            What are you gonna do? It all worked out.
Christopher Herrmann: Eh, you know what’s gonna work out on
                                         my end? Molly’s bar. This thing takes off
                                         we’re gonna brand it, franchise it. We’re
                                         gonna have Molly’s Kansas City, Molly’s
                                         Des Moines…
Gabby Dawson: Easy, tiger. Let’s get this one off the ground first.
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Peter Mills: Ugh…
                    Who put dog food in here?
Kevin Hadley: [chuckles]
Peter Mills: That’s funny to you?
Kevin Hadley: Relax, mutt.
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Peter Mills: What did you say to me?
All: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Peter Mills: What did you say?
Chief Boden: Hey! Hey!
Kelly Severide: Take it easy!
                           Mutt? You out of your mind?
Kevin Hadley: When I was a candidate over at 38, they put menthol
                         in my underwear. What is the…
Chief Boden: No, no, no, no, what you did was so far beyond that,
                       that if you can’t tell the difference, you are dumber
                       than you look.
Kevin Hadley: [chuckles] What…
Chief Boden: I mean this house was already under a microscope.
                       You really couldn’t put that together? You are so lucky
                       Mills is not filing an incident report. Not to mention
                       knocking your teeth out.
Kevin Hadley: Did I not apologise?
Peter Mills: You don’t talk to me. I’m serious.
Matt Casey: Everybody shut up. He’s coming in.
Man 1 (Trainer): I told my boss that the course work was complete
                           here but that a follow-up might not hurt. I did not
                           mention the infraction, because it would turn into a
                           major, major deal. I’ve seen folks lose their jobs
                           over less. And in my sense, this was an isolated
                           incident involving otherwise good people.
Chief Boden: First of all, let me say thank you. And second of all, I
                       can assure you that I will deal with all of this in-house.
Man 1 (Trainer): How exactly?
Kevin Hadley: [scoffs]
Chief Boden: Look, anybody asks, I’ll tell them you wanted a
                       change of scenery. A lot of guys like to float from
                       house to house as it is.
Kevin Hadley: You know if I had known that kissing ass was the
                         way to move up in this house, I would have brought
                         some lip balm.
Chief Boden: Good luck, Hadley.
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Kevin Hadley: [scoffs]
Chief Boden: Yeah, good luck.
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                                 [train in the background]
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Antonio Dawson: Come on.
                                       [car door shuts]
Antonio Dawson: Why are you calling my sister?
Hank Voight: I got an ethics panel over at the IG’s here in a little bit.
                       I was looking for some character references.
Antonio Dawson: Not her. You helped me out of a jam, I don’t
                              dispute that. But if you got a favour you need
                              done, you come to me man-to-man and leave
                              her out of it.
Hank Voight: I hear you left Vice.
Antonio Dawson: What about it?
Hank Voight: Working in that Intelligence unit here in the district?
                       You got backbone, Antonio. You’ve always been an
                       aggressive cop. I respect that.
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Kelly Severide: And?
Mouch: You may be asked to go back in, so… sit tight.
              I told you not to contact her.
Kelly Severide: Fine. I screwed up.
Mouch: Big time. Now they’re looking into your history.
Kelly Severide: Of?
Mouch: Other women you’ve... banged on the job.
Kelly Severide: What?
Mouch: Remember Nicki Rutkowski?
Kelly Severide: What about her?
Mouch: Her name came up. Did it end bad?
Kelly Severide: No!
                          We slept together a couple times, and she went on
                          her merry way. Ask her.
Mouch: Oh they’re going to.
Kelly Severide: Unreal.
                                          cutscene
Matt Casey: The new place is very, uh… zen.
Hallie Thomas: I’m hardly here.
                                      [liquid pouring]
Matt Casey: Thank you.
Hallie Thomas: Mm-hmm.
                          To new beginnings, I guess. Right?
Matt Casey: I like it.
                                       [glass clinking]
Matt Casey: Well, uh, this is all your stuff. Just some pictures and
                      jewellery.  
Hallie Thomas: And here’s yours. Pictures and Blackhawk
                          memorabilia.
Matt Casey: I was wondering where all that went.
                     Yes!
                                        [kissing sound]
Hallie Thomas: [chuckles] You know, I found this contract that we
                           both signed after we had that argument about
                           where to spend Christmas. Do you remember it?
Matt Casey: I do. Yeah.
Hallie Thomas: [giggles]
Matt Casey: Let’s always keep the fighting clean and the sex dirty.
                                              [laughter]
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                                         [kissing sounds]
                                              cutscene
                                          [coins clinking]
Hank Voight: IG office on a Tuesday afternoon, that can’t be good.
                       Just remember, squeakiest wheel always wins around
                       here.
Kelly Severide: Looks like it.
Hank Voight: You’re Benny Severide’s kid, huh?
Kelly Severide: That’s right.
Hank Voight: Ol’ Benny…
                       [chuckles] I’ll be seeing you around.
Kelly Severide: Yeah, I don’t plan on making it out to Myrtle Beach
                           anytime soon.
Hank Voight: Well, neither do I. I just got reinstated.
                                        [door closes]
                                           cutscene
Matt Casey: Where on the job?
Kelly Severide: No, he didn’t say.
Peter Mills: God, has the world gone crazy? What the heck is going
                     on?
Kelly Severide: I know. Tell me about it.
Gabby Dawson: Well, they’ll just park him somewhere behind a
                             desk, right? Let him collect a paycheck for
                             nothing. I mean if I’m CPD, that’s what I would
                             want.
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Matt Casey: That’s got nothing to do with it. It’s what Voight wants.
Gabby Dawson: [whispers] Damn it. Maybe I should have just
                            played ball with him.
Peter Mills: No, absolutely not.
Gabby Dawson: But now I’m on his enemy list?
                                       [door opens]
Peter Mills: Who’s that?
Kelly Severide: Nicki’s dad.
                                    [knocks on door]
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Chief Boden: Hey! Big Al!
Al Rutkowski: Hey, Wallace.
Chief Boden: [chuckles] What brings you out?
Al Rutkowski: I guess that Severide character’s got himself in a bit
                         of a pickle, huh?
Chief Boden: How’d that get on your radar?
Al Rutkowski: Well, the girl he attacked, her lawyer contacted me.
Chief Boden: Attacked? Since when do you believe everything the
                       lawyers tell you?
Al Rutkowski: [scoffs] Yeah, well, regardless, I guess they want my
                         account of events. They’re looking to establish a
                      ��  pattern of behaviour. And I wanted you to hear it
                         from me first out of respect for our friendship.
Chief Boden: Hear what?
                                          [door closes]
Al Rutkowski: How I came here to pick Nicki up, and I saw him
                         guiding her out of that change out room after doing
                         God knows what. How she came home in tears 
                         after being over at his apartment. How she broke
                         off her engagement with a guy I happened to like.
                         And how Nicki came in and quit her job and ran off
                         to Europe and she hasn’t been able to get her life
                         back on track since.
Chief Boden: Al, I spoke to him. Nothing happened.
Al Rutkowski: No, he was screwing around with a subordinate on
                         the job. My daughter. And shame on me for not
                         having made a bigger stink of it back then,
                         because now it looks like a girl got hurt.
Chief Boden: Al, I know you’re pissed at him, but if you, as a Chief
                       in the department, if you go forward with your beef,
                       you will sink him.
Al Rutkowski: Do you really believe that he didn’t push that girl up
                        against the wall because she didn’t want to be
                        another notch on his belt?
Chief Boden: We go way back. I’m going to vouch for Kelly
                       Severide.
Al Rutkowski: Yeah, well, like I said, I want you to hear it from me.
Chief Boden: Please don’t do this.
Al Rutkowski: I already did. They have my statement.
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Chief Boden: Yeah. Nice knowing you, Al.
                                [alarm buzzing and blaring]
(Over PA): Ambulance 61, fallen person. 1610 Kedzie Street.
                                         [siren blaring]
Child 1: Hurry, I think my dad’s sick.
Gabby Dawson: What’s your dad’s name?
Child 1: Terrence. I’m Patrick.
              And that’s Buddy.
Leslie Shay: Oh.
Gabby Dawson: Okay.
                                         [snake hissing]
Victim 3 (Terrence): [groans]
Gabby Dawson: Okay, see ya.
Leslie Shay: Okay, here we go.
Gabby Dawson: What was that, a pet?
Child 1 (Patrick): What about my dad? Something’s wrong with
                              him.
Gabby Dawson: [groans] I don’t believe this!
                            Patrick, how long since that snake bit your dad?
                            Patrick?
Child 1 (Patrick): My dad says not to tell anyone about Buddy.
                             We’re not supposed to have him.
Gabby Dawson: How long, sweetie?
Child 1 (Patrick): Ten minutes?
Gabby Dawson: Okay, I’m gonna call animal control.
Leslie Shay: What kind of snake is it?
Child 1 (Patrick): Rhino Viper. He got out of his cage.
Leslie Shay: We gotta go back in there.
Gabby Dawson: Bitch, are you out of your f… Dear valued
                            colleague, I strongly disagree with your
                            suggested course…
Leslie Shay: Okay, God only knows what Rhino Viper venom does
                      to a person, okay? We can’t wait on animal control.
                      He might not even have 30 minutes.
Gabby Dawson: [groans]
Leslie Shay: Patrick, hi, um, what does your dad use to handle
                     Buddy?
Child 1 (Patrick): The hook.
Leslie Shay: The hook. Come on.
Victim 3 (Terrence): [groans]
Child 1 (Patrick): Here it is.
                                             [snake hissing]
Leslie Shay: That is a longass snake.
                      [heavy breathing]
                      Here.
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Gabby Dawson: Whoa! What?
Leslie Shay: You do it. I can’t. I can’t.
Gabby Dawson: [exhales] Okay, Patrick. What do I do?
Child 1 (Patrick): Dad puts the hook under him and grabs his tail.
Gabby Dawson: Mm-hmm. Grabs his tail. Right, of course
                            [exhales]
                            Hey, Buddy.
                            [groans]
                            [snake hisses]
Gabby Dawson: Oh God! Okay.
                                           [metal rod clanging]
Gabby Dawson: [heavy breathing]
Leslie Shay: We’ve got to try again.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah.
Victim 3 (Terrence): [groans & whimpers]
Leslie Shay: Just… try again.
Gabby Dawson: [frustrated groan]
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                                             [snake hissing]
Gabby Dawson: [whimpering]
                            Come on. Come on.
Leslie Shay: Yes. Yes. Yes.
                                                  [thud]
Gabby Dawson: [panting] Nightmares. I will have nightmares.
Victim 3 (Terrence): [gasping]
Gabby Dawson: Okay, let’s put him in the chair and get him out of
                            here.
Victim 3 (Terrence): [struggling to breathe]
Leslie Shay: Watch the cabinet.
Gabby Dawson: Let’s go.
Child 1 (Patrick): Is he gonna be okay?
Gabby Dawson: He’ll be okay. Hop in.
                                         [ambo door shuts]
                                                cutscene
                                              [door closes]
Kelly Severide: What’s up?
Mouch: Uh, a couple things. Internally, Tara’s not gonna be acting
              on the charges.
Kelly Severide: What do you mean internally? Are the charges
                           dropped or not?
Mouch: Well, there’s where it gets complicated.
Chief Boden: She’s been reinstated as commander of operations at
                       field division headquarters.
Kelly Severide: Promoted?
Chief Boden: IAD felt an administrative post might be a better fit for
                       her.
Kelly Severide: For a liar?
Mouch: IAD lacked the sufficient amount of confidence needed to
              disprove her claim, so they wanted to move quickly to have
              this go away.
Kelly Severide: Great! Y-You know what? Make her the… Queen of
                          England, I don’t care.
                          Are-are we done?
Mouch: No. Because of Chief Rutkowski’s rather incendiary
              statement, the IG has sustained Tara’s allegations. They’re
              kicking the case up to the State Attorney’s office.
Kelly Severide: Meaning what?
Mouch: Meaning they will review it. And if they feel there’s a case,
              they’ll file charges. Criminal charges.
Kelly Severide: [sighs]
Chief Boden: You need to get an attorney, Kelly. You need to be
                        ready.
Mouch: Listen… this is not coming from me. But it was put out
              there that if you did apologise for what she’s claiming, it
              might go a long way towards…
              [sighs]
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                                          [water running]
Kelly Severide: I walked her to the door.
Leslie Shay: We’re gonna fight this. We’re gonna be all right.
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Kelly Severide: I don’t trust anyone in this world other than you.
Christopher Herrmann: Hey buddy. We heard. No one can believe
                                         it. Look, we’re doing our soft opening
                                         tonight. Maybe you want to come down,
                                         tie one on, be around your friends.
Kelly Severide: I’m not up for it.
Christopher Herrmann: No. Of course. All right.
Joe Cruz: Hang in there, man.
                                               cutscene
Gabby Dawson: This is it, you guys.
Otis Zvonecek: Ready or not.
Christopher Herrmann: I got jitters, I ain’t gonna lie.
Gabby Dawson: This is probably like, the craziest, riskiest, insanest
                            thing any of us has ever done.
Otis Zvonecek: And for Herrmann, that’s saying something.
Christopher Herrmann: [chuckles]
Gabby Dawson: But if nothing else, I have had so much fun
                            spending all those days off and all the wee hours
                            building Molly’s with you guys. And I know that
                            you guys have heart because I saw it when you
                            put it in the business, and I just want you to
                            know that I consider you guys family. You’re my
                            brothers.
Christopher Herrmann: Wow. You’re beautiful. I know it’s been a
                                         tough couple of shifts for everybody. But
                                         that is why this place is gonna rock
                                         tonight. Because we’re gonna put aside
                                         our worries, and we’re just gonna have a
                                         good time.
Otis Zvonecek: Amen.
Gabby Dawson: Amen.
Christopher Herrmann: Amen.
Gabby Dawson: To Molly’s.
Christopher Herrmann: To Molly’s.
Otis Zvonecek: Does it sound like we’re saying “tamales”?
Christopher Herrmann: What? Who cares? This place is gonna
                                         rock!
Otis Zvonecek: I hope so, ‘cause I’m a little concerned about the
                           number of hits we’re getting on Facebook.
Gabby Dawson: Oh my gosh.
Otis Zvonecek: Not as much traffic as I want. Not to mention…
Christopher Herrmann: Will you please celebrate the moment, for
                                        God’s sake.
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Otis Zvonecek: To Molly’s.
                                              [glass clinking]
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Peter Mills: [grunts]
                     Come on, another one.
                     All right, another one.
Kelly Severide: [grunts]
Peter Mills: Throw it out!
Kelly Severide: Unh! Unh!
Peter Mills: Come on! Come on. Come on man.
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Kelly Severide: [grunts]
                          [laboured breathing]
                          [spits]
                                               cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: Are you guys good?
Crowd/Customers: We’re great!
                                  All right.
                                       [chatter & laughter]
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Christopher Herrmann: Who is this guy?
Joe Cruz: That’s my Uncle Zoozie!
Leslie Shay: Hey, so I cannot stop thinking about Tara being
                      promoted?
Gabby Dawson: Oh, she is a bureau bitch now. We’re never gonna
                             see her.
Leslie Shay: Oh, if I do, I’m gonna drop her. Not joking.
Joe Cruz: Good to see ya.
Hallie Thomas: Thanks.
Matt Casey: Hey.
Gabby Dawson: [clears throat]
Leslie Shay: When did that happen?
Gabby Dawson: Good for them.
Leslie Shay: [sighs] Oh, yeah…
                                             [door closes]
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Christopher Herrmann: [laughs]
                                         Cop walks into a bar…
                                              [chatter dies]
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Hank Voight: Wow. It’s a nice place. Congratulations.
                       [chuckles] Chief.
                       [exhales] Listen, there’s…there’s been a lot of bad
                       blood between cops and firemen in this district.
                       Since we’re all gonna be working together, I want
                       to be the first to put it all behind us.
                       This round’s on me.
Gabby Dawson: So what was that about?
Antonio Dawson: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
Gabby Dawson: What?
Antonio Dawson: He was promoted to Sergeant, and he’s running
                              the Intelligence Unit.
Gabby Dawson: You’re in the Intelligence Unit.
Antonio Dawson: Don’t I know it.
Hank Voight: I want to apologise. To you both. It got way out of
                       hand. You know, as it turns out my son needed to
                       hit rock bottom. Prison has certainly provided that.
                       I just want to say I’m sorry. And I am looking forward
                       to working with you, Lieutenant.
                       [sighs]
                                                       - end -
Definitions:
Bottle Jacks – Have a capacity of up to 50 tons and may be used to lift a variety of objects
Hustler – Prostitute
IAD – Internal Affairs department
Alford plea – Guilty plea in criminal court, whereby a defendant in a criminal case does not admit to the criminal act and asserts innocence. Defendants usually enter an Alford guilty plea if they want to avoid a possible worse sentence were they to lose the case against them at trial. It affords defendants the ability to accept a plea bargain while maintaining innocence
Dyke – a ditch
Descender – The descender or “descent control device” is another important element of a bailout kit selection. They are used as friction brakes when descending a rope in a rescue situation
IG’s – Office of Inspector General (I believe)
Rhino Viper – Small doses of the snake’s primarily hemotoxic venom can be deadly. This venom attacks the circulatory system of the snake’s victim, destroying tissue and blood vessels. Internal bleeding also occurs. In only a few detailed reports of human envenomation, massive swelling, which may lead to necrosis, had been described.
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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
January 11, 2021
Heather Cox Richardson
This morning began with House Democrats filing one article of impeachment against Trump, charging him with “incitement of insurrection.” It makes its case by noting that Trump’s months of lies about the election and his inflammatory speech to the rally on January 6-- including lines like “if you don’t fight like hell you’re not going to have a country anymore”—led directly to “violent, deadly, destructive and seditious acts.”
The article also noted Trump’s attempt to subvert the election through his phone call on January 2, 2021, to Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger, demanding he “find” enough votes to overturn the results of the presidential election in the state. Including this in the impeachment article will prevent Georgia Governor Brian Kemp from pardoning Trump for it.
The article says that Trump is, and will remain, “a threat to national security, democracy, and the Constitution if allowed to remain in office, and has acted in a manner grossly incompatible with self-governance and the rule of law.” He must be removed from office and disqualified from any future positions in the U.S. government.
This document and the procedures around it tell us far more than their simplicity suggests.
House Speaker Nancy Pelosi had announced the day before that the House would take up a resolution, advanced by Representative Jamie Raskin (D-MD), that called on Vice President Mike Pence “to convene and mobilize the Cabinet to activate the 25th Amendment to declare the President incapable of executing the duties of his office, after which the Vice President would immediately exercise powers as acting President.” The resolution did not speak to the physical or mental health of the president, but focused on his inability to fulfill his duty to respect the legitimate results of the Presidential election, accept the peaceful transfer of power, protect the people of the United States, and see that the laws be faithfully executed.
This resolution was a generous offer to Republicans. It limited its condemnation of Trump to his quite obvious refusal to accept the election results, rather than digging deeper into his behavior. Pelosi also called for Unanimous Consent to bring up the Raskin resolution. This was a way to give cover to Republicans who didn’t want to go on the record against Trump, but who want him out of power in favor of Pence.
Although extremist Republicans are trying to argue that removing Trump shows Democratic partisanship, in fact, Pelosi was trying to give Republicans as much cover as possible.
It was a Trump Republican who shot that down. Representative Alex Mooney (R-WV) objected to Unanimous Consent, which means that when the measure comes up again tomorrow, each Republican will have to vote either for it or against it. Mooney has condemned his fellow Republicans who would not go along with Trump’s election claims, and now he is forcing them to go on record. In other words, he is making a play to force Republicans behind Trump.
The House will vote on the Raskin resolution tomorrow and will take up impeachment on Wednesday. There should be enough votes to pass both.
The tide is running strongly now against Trump and those who have supported him in his attack on our democracy. What had been shock on Wednesday is hardening into fury. Yesterday, Representative Peter Meijer (R-MI) tweeted: “I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the President of the United States was completely MIA while the next three individuals in the lines of succession (VP, Speaker of House, Senate Pres[ident] Pro Tempore) were under assault in the Capitol. Unconscionable.”
As of tonight, the government remains MIA. We have had no briefings from the White House, FBI, Department of Homeland Security, or the Justice Department about what happened on January 6, or what has happened since. And now acting Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security Chad Wolf has resigned, effective at midnight tonight. He will be replaced by FEMA Administrator Peter Gaynor.
The crisis is breaking the Republican Party in two. Newly elected House members have expressed dismay that they have not gotten clear instructions from House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) on how they should approach this week’s votes. They say they only have the sense he would like them to support the president: pretty weak sauce to hold a coalition together.
McCarthy has his own troubles. He is closely tied to the president—Trump called him “my Kevin”-- and has been telling people that the Republicans will take the House in 2022 as voters turn against Biden, who is inheriting a colossal mess that it appears Republicans are working to make as bad as possible. But suddenly Trump is toxic. All of a sudden, McCarthy is talking about unity and working across the aisle: “As leaders, we must call on our better angels and refocus our efforts on working directly for the American people.”
McCarthy is facing the same problem Senator Rick Scott (R-FL), the new chair of the National Republican Senatorial Committee is: they are supposed to bring in campaign cash, but suddenly corporations are announcing they will no longer make political donations… at least to Republicans. Judd Legum and Tesnim Zekeria at Popular Information yesterday broke the story that Marriott, BlueCross BlueShield, and Commerce Bank would not contribute to the 147 Republicans who objected to the counting of the electoral votes in Congress. That’s more than half the Republicans in Congress. Verizon, AT&T, and Amazon have now joined that boycott. Citigroup, 3M, Facebook, Microsoft, Google, and JPMorgan Chase have all halted political giving for several months, and a number of other companies say they are reevaluating their giving. T-Mobile told Popular Information: “The assault on the U.S. Capitol and on democracy was unacceptable.”
It is no wonder that both McCarthy and Scott are madly backpedaling from their former pro-Trump stances and now calling for an end to partisan rancor. According to Jonathan Swan of Axios, in a phone call this morning, Trump tried to tell McCarthy it was “Antifa people” who stormed the Capitol. But McCarthy was having none of it: “It’s not Antifa, it’s MAGA. I know. I was there.” When Trump tried to rant about election fraud, McCarthy interrupted: “Stop it. It’s over. The election is over.”  
But the crisis is not. Army and police forces are investigating their officers who either did participate or may have participated in the riot. The FBI warned today that online activists are planning armed protests in Washington, D.C., and at all fifty state capitols between January 16 and 20, although it is not clear that their plans will translate into mass protests. In the wake of the attack, Trump supporters are harassing lawmakers, making them fear for the safety of themselves and their families.
As Yale historian Joanne Freeman noted, threats of political violence are a means of intimidation, a way to dominate a situation when a party does not have the support of the majority. Trump’s approval rating has dropped to 33%, with 60% of voters disapproving of his job performance. Fifty-six percent of voters blame Trump for the storming of the Capitol.
Trump supporters are growing more violent perhaps because the wave against them is building. Today Hillary Clinton called for impeachment and condemned white supremacy, hardly a surprise coming from the former Democratic presidential candidate, but the news that former Secretary of State Colin Powell, a well-regarded retired four-star general and Republican senior statesman, has rejected the Republican Party sits a little harder. Perhaps even worse is that Bill Belichick, general manager of the New England Patriots and previously a Trump supporter, today declined to accept Trump’s offer of a Presidential Medal of Freedom.
Insurgents now face institutional pressure, as well. The Department of Justice and the FBI are tracking down more than 150 suspects for prosecution—so far—and hackers today claimed to have captured the personal data of Parler users from Parler servers, including material that users believed they had deleted after the January 6 Capitol riot. Since rioters stole laptops and documents that included items relating to national security, they are not going to be able to drop off the radar screen.
Trump is also under pressure, the pressure of impeachment, of course, and the loss of his social media platforms. He is also under financial pressure, as Deutsche Bank, the only bank that would still lend to him, has announced it will no longer do business with him. But, according to Maggie Haberman at the New York Times, what is upsetting him most is that the PGA has pulled its 2022 golf championship from Trump’s Bedminster, New Jersey, golf club.
That, not the riots, not the deaths, not impeachment, and certainly not the coronavirus--which has now killed more than 375,000 of us—has “gutted” him.  
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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
HEATHER COX RICHARDSON
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Hi, I hope you’re well. I normally don’t ask about politics, but I have a genuine question I’m not from the US, I’m from Australia and our politics are very similar on both sides, but like a lot of people in the world, I’ve been following the US election. I’m just curious about (if you’re willing to share) why - I noticed in your bio - Biden is being pulled up for being a rapist (I’ve not heard about that) when Trump is guilty of atrocities against women and children too. Respectfully, Jas
Completely fair and polite question! I will go out on the record immediately right now and say I am by no means a Trump supporter, in fact I hate him with every fiber of my being and if he died tomorrow, I’d laugh. Hysterically. (Unless this is an ask from the Secret Service in which case no I wouldn’t.) Trump I believe has 43 accusations against him in the sexual harassment/assault/inappropriate touching/groping category, while Biden has 8, with one of those being a straight up rape accusation. Now, Trump’s numbers are obviously higher, but sexual assault can’t really be qualified with “more” or “less”—if Biden is a rapist, he’s a rapist, regardless of whatever someone else’s statistics in that department are. I see people still frequently talk about Trump’s sexual assaults, but when the Tara Reade story “broke” (and lets be real, it barely broke) every liberal was racing to explain why we should believe every woman except her. The DNC was never “stuck” with Biden, they chose him, and they deserve to be continually shamed about that. Honestly I barely see anyone talk about Tara Reade except in ultra-leftist groups, and people who clearly think they’re “feminists” have accused her of being a paid Trump troll to a Russian agent (really). Apparently if you bring this up at all, you want Trump to win! (That’s not me @-ing you this is literally just every annoying liberal under the sun.) It’s utterly repulsive and I want to make whatever difference I can in making sure this isn’t swept under the rug because fuck that. I would’ve put “Joe Biden is also a rapist” but I thought it would seem like I was stating that Kamala Harris was also accused of rape.
Happy to talk more if you’d like! Hopefully you have better choices in Australia than Trump/Biden 🤮 I am well at least, thank God, and I hope you are too 😊
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I’ve just reread my collection of political articles written by H. L. Mencken, in the book A Carnival of Buncombe: Writings on Politics. These articles span early 1920 to late 1936, over five presidential elections.
Below are a few of the passages I found the most interesting, as a glimpse into American political culture during this period (although Mencken is overtly snobbish and somewhat bigoted -- far from an objective observer -- and seems remarkably obtuse about some pretty obvious things).
[This turned out long-ish. For me, the most interesting passage is the last one I quoted actually, although I’m not really sure if any of my followers would be that interested in any of it and this is for my own note-keeping as much as anything else.
After living abroad for a while, I’ve become increasingly interested in what is unique about American culture and common American mentalities, and it’s interesting to see the following musing from a century ago:
It seems to me that this fear of ideas is a peculiarly democratic phenomenon, and that it is nowhere so horribly apparent as in the United States, perhaps the nearest approach to an actual democracy yet seen in the world. It was Americans who invented the curious doctrine that there is a body of doctrine in every department of thought that every good citizen is in duty bound to accept and cherish; it was Americans who invented the right-thinker. The fundamental concept, of course, was not original. The theologians embraced it centuries ago, and continue to embrace it to this day. It appeared on the political side in the Middle Ages, and survived in Russia into our time. But it is only in the United States that it has been extended to all departments of thought. It is only here that any novel idea, in any field of human relations, carries with it a burden of obnoxiousness, and is instantly challenged as mysteriously immoral by the great masses of right-thinking men. It is only here, so far as I have been able to make out, that there is a right way and a wrong way to think about the beverages one drinks with one’s meals, and the way children ought to be taught in the schools, and the manner in which foreign alliances should be negotiated, and what ought to be done about the Bolsheviki.
- from “Bayard vs. Lionheart”, July 26th, 1920
On President Harding’s inaugural address (this, like many other things, makes me wonder what Mencken would have made of Trump):
I rise to pay my small tribute to Dr. Harding. Setting aside a college professor or two and half a dozen dipsomaniacal newspaper reporters, he takes the first place in my Valhalla of literati. That is to say, he writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean-soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm (I was about to write abscess!) of pish, and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of post. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
- from “Gamlielese”, March 7th, 1921
At the risk of being redundant, here is Mencken’s comment on the lack of defined policy differences between the two major parties as they existed in 1923:
Both [major political parties] have lost their old vitality, all their old reality; neither, as it stands today, is anything more than a huge and clumsy machine for cadging jobs. They do not carry living principles into their successive campaigns; they simply grab up anything that seems likely to make votes. The old distinctions between them have all faded out, and are now almost indiscernible. The Democrats are just as hot for centralization as the Republicans, and just as friendly towards a protective tariff; they stand together on the money question; there is no choice between them on the question of foreign policy; they are both wet and both dry.
The only reality that remains is their division on sectional lines. In the South the morons still vote the straight Democratic ticket. But even this brand begins to wear off. We have seen Maryland and Tennessee take to the fence; we have even seen some wobbling in Virginia and Texas. The time may come, and it may be soon, when the solid South will fall to pieces. Out of the wreck, I venture to believe, a new alignment of parties will come, and it will be based, not upon outworn traditions and shibboleths, but upon genuine differences of opinion. What those differences of opinion will be I do not risk prophecying, but it would not surprise me at all if one great party advocated the inspection and control of bootleggers by rigid Federal legislation, and the other, clinging to the tattered remains of local self-government, advocated licensing them by the commune.
- from “Next Year’s Struggle”, June 11th, 1923
Mencken’s (rather lofty and prejudiced) perception of cultural differences between rural and urban America and how they play into differing attitudes towards Prohibition (the Volstead Act):
Prohibition is essentially a yokel idea. It mirrors alike the farmer’s fear of himself and his envy of city men. Unable to drink at all without making a hog of himself, he naturally hates those who can. When a city man goes on a grand drunk, the police take charge of him humanely and he is restrained from doing any great damage. The worst that happens to him is that his wife beats him and he loses his job. But when a farmer succumbs to the jug his unmilked cows burst, his hogs and chickens starve, his pastor denounces him as an atheist (or even an Episcopalian), and he is ruined. Thus he favors Prohibition, especially if he is given to heavy drinking -- first because he hopes it will protect him against himself, and secondly because it harasses his superior and enemy, the city man...
I have never encountered a genuine city man, not obviously balmy, who was in favor of Prohibition. There seems to be something in the urban mentality that rebels against such imbecilities. Perhaps the fact is to be ascribed to familiarity with the police. The yokel, seeing policemen very seldom, retains a considerable fear of them, and a high respect for the laws behind them. But the city man takes the cops lightly, and the laws with them. He has no respect for laws as such; he respects them when they are useful and plausible. Such grotesque concoctions as the Volstead Act he knows to be neither.
The yokel’s answer to this sniffishness is that the city man is a scoundrel, and ought to be kept under restraint. His opposition to Prohibition, as the hedge pastors argue, is due to a consuming love of rum. But that argument quickly runs aground on the fact that the city man, despite the Eighteenth Amendment, still has all the rum he can consume. For he is not only contumacious; he is also ingenious, and knows how to beat laws that he dislikes. So the yokels and their spiritual advisers have to fall back on the doctrine that Prohibition is ordained of God, and is hence binding upon every good citizen, regardless of his private convictions. But the city man simply laughs at that. He observes that the chief agents of revelation are Methodist bishops, and that he has heard too much balderdash from them to have any confidence in them.
- from “Real Issues at Last”, July 23rd, 1928
Commentary on Herbert Hoover’s character just before his election, as I provided it in the comments section under the (very interesting) SSC post on Hoover:
The contrast [Al Smith] makes with his opponent is really appalling. Hoover stands at the opposite pole. He is a man of sharp intelligence, well schooled and familiar with the ways of the world, and more than once, in difficult situations, he has shown a shrewd competence, but where is character ought to be there is almost a blank. He is the perfect self-seeker, pushing and unconscionable; it is hard to imagine him balking at anything to get on. His principles are so vague that even his intimates seem unable to put them into words. He is an American who came within an inch of being an Englishman, a Republican who came within an inch of being a Democrat, a dry who came within an inch of being a wet. He is what is today because it has paid him well so far, and promises to pay still better hereafter.
- from “Al in the Free State”, October 29th, 1928
Now Mencken’s attempts to predict the results of the elections of 1932, in which he demonstrates how oblivious he was to the effects of the Great Depression on public sentiment:
That Dr. Hoover will be renominated by his party next year is as nearly certain as anything human can be, and that he will be reelected at the ensuing plebiscite is highly probable.
- from “The Hoover Bust”, May 18th, 1931
Barring acts of God of a revolting and unprecedented character, Mr. Hoover is almost as sure of reelection next year as he was of election in 1928... [Mencken argues in terms of several states that Hoover might lose but won’t need anyway.]
All this should be plain to anyone able to add and subtract. It is as obvious as that 2 and 2 equal 4.
- from “Hoover in 1932″, July 27th, 1931
Right before the election, Mencken finally recognized that Hoover was going to lose but seems to emphasize almost every other complaint against Hoover (particularly his acting on the wrong side of the Prohibition question) over his failure to cure the Depression:
My guess is that the thing which really finished the right hon. gentleman was his singularly disingenuous and unconvincing dealing with Prohibition.
- from “Pre-Mortem”, October 24th, 1932
I’ll end with the passage I found maybe the most interesting. Mencken had identified as a Democrat and enthusiastically voted Democrat in 1928 and 1932 (although he didn’t support the Democratic candidates in 1920 and 1924 and loathed the legendary Democrat William Jennings Bryan). But well before the end of FDR’s first term, he had turned against the president’s new-dealing ways. Here is an excerpt from his article on the eve of FDR’s reelection:
Nevertheless, and in spite of all Hell’s angels, I shall vote for the Hon. Mr. Landon tomorrow. To a lifelong Democrat, of course, it will be something of a wrench. But it seems to me that the choice is one that genuine Democrats are almost bound to make. On the one side are all the basic principles of their party, handed down from its first days and tried over and over again in the fires of experience; on the other side is a gallimaufry of transparent quackeries, puerile in theory and dangerous in practice. To vote Democratic this year it is necessary, by an unhappy irony, to vote for a Republican. But to vote with the party is to vote for a gang of mountebacks who are no more Democrats than a turkey buzzard is to an archangel.
This exchange of principles, with the party labels unchanged, is naturally confusing, abut it is certainly not so confusing that it goes unpenetrated. Plenty of Republicans who believe sincerely in a strong Federal Government are going to vote tomorrow for the Hon. Mr. Roosevelt, and plenty of Democrats who believe sincerely in the autonomy of the States and a rigid limitation of the Federal power are going to vote, as I shall, for the Hon. Mr. Landon. Whether the shift that confronts us will be be permanent remains to be seen. But while it lasts it is manifestly very real, and those who let party loyalties blind them to its reality will be voting very foolishly.
This is particularly interesting to me because it reflects an interpretation of the history of our political parties often claimed by Democrats: “The two parties switched places.” I’ve always been a little impatient with the simplistic way this is put (although of course it’s nowhere near as bad as Republicans, including the president, who love to imply that theirs is still the party of Lincoln out of one side of their mouths while idolizing Andrew Jackson, the founder of the Democratic party, out of the other). It’s not as though the parties one day just up and decided they wanted to switch names or switch positions. Mencken himself had pointed out in the early 20′s, in one of the passages I quoted further above, that there was little differentiating the two parties at the time apart from the demographic and geographic subgroups of Americans who formed their respective bases. Moreover, the Democratic party had been displaying somewhat of a fiscally progressive streak in the past few decades, arguably starting with William Jennings Bryan in 1896. (Although to be fair, the Republican party flirted with progressivism in a very big way thanks to Theodore Roosevelt, and none of this earlier progressivism looked that much like the revolution FDR was waging anyway.)
That said, if one had to point to a single turning point in history for Democrats and Republicans which played the greatest role in directing them towards where they are today, the early 30′s with FDR’s New Deal is probably the most reasonable choice, and Mencken’s above contemporary commentary is evidence supporting this.
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Life in “Mueller Time”: The Politics of Waiting and the Spectacle of Investigation
For almost two years now, faithful Democrats have waited for special counsel Robert Mueller to file his report about collusion between Donald Trump’s presidential campaign and Russian attempts to interfere in the US election, not to mention Trump’s involvement in obstruction of justice. Whenever Trump’s activity provokes them or a subterranean rumbling within the Justice Department emboldens them, the faithful take to the streets and social media with hand-held cardboard signs and internet memes to proclaim that Mueller Time is close at hand. Yet even if the Mueller investigation concludes with Trump’s impeachment, the spectacle of the investigation has served to immobilize millions who have a stake in systemic social change, ensuring that what comes next in the United States will be politics as usual—not liberation.
When you’ve fallen on the highway And you’re lying in the rain, And they ask you how you’re doing Of course you’ll say you can’t complain If you’re squeezed for information, That’s when you’ve got to play it dumb You just say you’re out there waiting For the miracle, for the miracle to come
-The 20th century’s greatest messianic thinker, Leonard Cohen
Within weeks of the beginning of the investigation, there were already think pieces and t-shirts proclaiming “It’s Mueller Time.” Let’s take the t-shirts at their word: maybe it’s been Mueller Time all along. Maybe Mueller Time is not a specific date that is about to arrive, but the era we’ve been experiencing these past two years.
In that case, Mueller Time is not an hour on the clock, but a way of experiencing time, a kind of time—like crunch time or quality time or go time, but the opposite of all of them. It is not a scale of time, like geologic time, or a time zone, like Eastern Standard Time—Mueller Time is more like the End Times, perpetually anticipated.
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To be precise, Mueller Time is the political suspended animation in which the Democrats have waited for a repeatedly deferred deus ex machina to deliver them from this unbearable pres(id)ent. This condition of waiting, itself, rather than any of the grievous injustices that have taken place during it, is the very essence of hell.
Dante, the Marco Polo of the Abyss, located Limbo, the residence of those who wait, in Inferno, not in Purgatory. Waiting is not transformative or redemptive—it is the sort of sin for which the punishment is the crime. “Limbo” shares a Latin root with liminal—it is homeland of those who tarry on the threshold, those who are on the fence.
If you can get people used to waiting, you can get them used to anything.
To understand Mueller Time better, we can begin with its namesake. “Miller time” is a time to take a load off, to ease our pain by drugging ourselves into oblivion. It’s a profound expression of despair—“I can only relax in this world by deadening my senses”—disguised not just as relief but as celebration. What is the glee with which Democrats invoke Mueller Time if not an admission of their own abject powerlessness and dependence? “Rejoice,” says the Democrat, “Justice will be done! And thank goodness, as usual, the FBI will take care of everything.”
Miller Time and Mueller Time are both chronotopes, to use the term popularized by literary theorist Mikhail Bakhtin: they are specific relationships to time. You cannot understand a group of people without understanding how they experience the passing of time. Peering between chronotopes produces strange refractions, like looking through a glass of water. How different the world appears to a person whose activism consists chiefly of waiting, in contrast to how it appears to those for whom waiting and acting are opposites! It is the difference between spectator and athlete, between the consumer and the inventor, between those who suffer history as if it were weather and those who make history as a side effect of understanding themselves as the protagonists of their time.
And Miller Time and Mueller Time are both marketed chronotopes. Miller Time is the “5 o’clock somewhere” that unites wage labor and intoxication in a mutually reinforcing false opposition—but even more importantly, it is the branded colonization of that time. Likewise, Mueller Time is not just the “he’ll get his” which all people of conscience wish for Trump, but a particular deferral of responsibility. Both are successful advertising campaigns that concentrate capital in certain hands precisely by inducing people not to take their problems into their own hands.
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“The politicians’ stubborn faith in progress, their confidence in their ‘mass basis,’ and, finally, their servile integration in an uncontrollable apparatus have been three aspects of the same thing.”
-Walter Benjamin on how Social Democrats permitted the Third Reich to come to power in Germany
All this is familiar to those who were raised as Adventists, believing that the outrageous sinfulness of the prevailing world order indicates the imminence of the Resurrection and the necessity of repentance before authority. Mueller Time is the redemption, the arrival of the Millennium, when the legitimate authorities will reassert their dominion and the obedient will be rewarded for their patience. Good Christians have awaited this for two thousand years; they have made a religion out of waiting. You’ll get pie in the sky when you die.
To keep people waiting for salvation indefinitely, it helps to shift every once in a while from one source of dramatic tension to another. Some hoped Trump would run the country “like a business.” Now that the signature forms of evil associated with capitalism—nepotism, profiteering, corruption, race baiting, sexual harassment, misinformation—characterize the presidency, Democrats are proposing to return to the good-old-fashioned signature forms of evil previously associated with government: bureaucracy, clientelism, experts deciding the fates of millions behind closed doors. All the things that helped Trump come to office.
For the purposes of relegitimizing government, it is ideal that Robert Mueller is not just a “good” authority figure, but specifically, a white male Republican—an FBI director who first made a name for himself overseeing the killing of Vietnamese people. He is everything the average Democrat would oppose if Trump had not moved the goal posts by pursuing the same Republican agenda by potentially extra-legal means. Mueller represents the same FBI that attempted to make Martin Luther King, Jr. commit suicide, that set out to destroy the Occupy movement. Under Mueller’s leadership, the FBI determined that the number one domestic terror threat in the United States was environmental activism.
Mueller Time is a way of inhabiting the eternally renewed amnesia that is America. This is the real “deep state”—the part of each Democrat’s heart that will accept any amount of senseless violence and murder and oppression, as long as it adheres to the letter of the law.
“Definitions of basic historical concepts: Catastrophe—to have missed the opportunity. Critical moment—the status quo threatens to preserve itself. Progress—the first revolutionary measure taken.”
-Walter Benjamin
What will be the fruits of Mueller’s labors?
Rank-and-file Democrats still don’t understand how power works. Crime is not the violation of the rules, but the stigma attached to those who break rules without the power to make them. (As they say, steal $25, go to jail; steal $25 million, go to Congress.) At the height of Genghis Khan’s reign, it would have been pointless to accuse the famous tyrant of breaking the laws of the Mongol Empire; as long as Trump has enough of Washington behind him, the same goes for him. Laws don’t exist in some transcendent realm. They are simply the product of power struggles among the elite—not to mention the passivity of the governed—and they are enforced according to the prevailing balance of power. To fetishize the law is to accept that might makes right. It means abdicating the responsibility to do what is ethical regardless of what the laws happen to be.
In the struggle to control the law-making and law-enforcing apparatus of the US government, neither the Democrats nor the Republicans have secured a solid majority. They remain at an impasse. The most likely explanation for Mueller’s delays is that he has been biding his time, waiting to see if the balance of power in the US government would shift enough that there could be some consequences to his report.
The wait The wait The wait The wait
The wait The wait The wait The wait
-Killing Joke, “The Wait”
Ironically, the only thing that could guarantee that Mueller’s report will have an effect would be if this impasse were disturbed by forces outside the halls of power—for example, by a real social movement utilizing direct action. If millions of people were in the streets preventing the Trump administration from accomplishing its agenda, then the power brokers in Washington would consider sacrificing Donald Trump to preserve business as usual.
In standing back and waiting, affirming the authority of the FBI and Congress to take care of matters, Mueller’s fans make it less likely that his investigation will pose a serious threat to the administration. The rank and file Democrats are left gazing at their screens, watching the bureaucratic equivalent of the spinning wheel of death.
In this case, the more you clap your hands, the less Tinkerbell exists.
I’m in the waiting room I don’t want the news—I cannot use it I don’t want the news—I won’t live by it
But I don’t sit idly by I’m planning a big surprise I’m gonna fight for what I wanna be And I won’t make the same mistakes Because I know how much time that wastes
-Fugazi “Waiting Room”
The arc of history is long, but it curves towards—death. There is no excuse to delay. Tomorrow will use you the way we use today.
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What would it mean to stop waiting?
It would mean to stop looking to others to solve our problems, no longer permitting a series of presidents, Speakers of the House, FBI directors, presidential candidates, and other bullies and hucksters to play good cop/bad cop with us.
It would mean figuring out how to deal with the catastrophes that Trump’s presidency is causing directly, rather than through the mediation of other authority figures. It would mean building up social movements powerful enough to block the construction of a border wall, to liberate children from migrant detention facilities and reunite them with their families, to feed the hungry and care for the sick without waiting for legislators to give us permission to make use of the resources that we and others like us maintain on a daily basis.
Remember when we shut down the airports immediately after Trump took office? It would mean doing more of that, and less sitting around waiting on politicians and bureaucrats. That was our proudest moment. Since then, we have only grown weaker, distracted by the array of champions competing to represent us—the various media outlets and Democratic presidential candidates—all surrogates for our own agency.
Let’s stop killing time. Or rather—let’s stop permitting it to kill us.
“We live the whole of our lives provisionally,” he said. “We think that for the time being things are bad, that for the time being we must make the best of them and adapt or humiliate ourselves, but that it’s all only provisional and that one day real life will begin. We prepare for death complaining that we have never lived. Of all the people I know, not one lives in the present. No one gets any pleasure from what he does every day. No one is in a condition to say On that day, at that moment, my life began. Believe me, even those who have power and take advantage of it are plagued with anxieties and disgusted at the dominant stupidity. They too live provisionally and spend their whole lives waiting.”
“Those who flee the country also spend their lives waiting,” Pietro said. “That’s the trouble. But one mustn’t wait, one must act. One must say Enough, from this very day.”
“But if you do not have the freedom to act?” Nunzio said.
“Freedom is not a thing you can receive as a gift,” Pietro said. “You can be free even under a dictatorship on the simple condition that you struggle against it. A person who thinks with his own mind and remains uncorrupted is free. A person who struggles for what she believes to be right is free. You might live in the most democratic country in the world, but if you are lazy, callous, and servile, you are not free—in spite of the absence of violence and coercion, you are a slave. Freedom is not a thing that can be begged from others. You must take it for yourself, in whatever share you can.”
-Ignazio Silone, Bread and Wine
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Languages of Saints - C.R (3/10).
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Summary: A deal isn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Carter Baizen). 
Prompt: “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
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A/N: welcome to the longest chapter so far, even with some changes i do plan on moving forward with the story.  
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Monday.
It’s a surprise to your supervisor, Harold, early Monday morning when you sent him a quick text that you will not be coming to work that day due to being sick. It’s not that you don’t have the compt time for it, you have way too much actually, but it still makes him question your actions a little, not that he would say that outloud, especially with Marcy nearby. God knew that woman was ready to flick a sexual harassment filing to HR at a moment’s notice, it was just the age he lived in he guessed. However, that and the usual coffee break gossip leave his head when a man in a blue tailored suite walks into the floor that houses all the accountants and analysts’ offices. He wears confidence in an annoying sort of way, as he calls on everyone to meet him up front with a pair of lawyers behind him.
“My name is Carter Baizen,” the younger man declares grinning at the sound of his own name,”As of last Friday, Wyman Co. is under my direct management.”
The small crowd murmurs amongst themselves, as Carter’s smirk turns devilish. This was his favorite part of the act, reminding others that their livelihoods where in his hands. He might be considered a Saint to some, but to others he was the goddamn devil. It might have not been the best thing, the morally right thing to do but Carter Baizen was here to remind everyone (and himself at times) that he was worth something -- even at the cost of others. However, through all the dramatics, there was something that he needed to know more than anything else -- where his goddamn money was.
“However, it seems that there is some money missing from the annual report and statistics I was given” Carter keeps going on with his act, as he shakes the packet of papers the black-suited man gives him, “I hear you are the best group of accountants and analysts this side of Wall Street.”       
Everyone stays silent as he gives the punchline of his speech, “You have until Friday to find me the missing 2 million dollars, if not this whole department is fired.”
Carter gives the appalled crowd a shiteating grin before leaving, but instead of freaking out like most other groups would - the financial team of what was formerly Wyman Co. huddle up and look at Harold. He drags a hand through his thinning hair before looking at the chubby-cheeked, brown-eyed Marcy.
“Send her a detailed email of everything that just happened,” Marcy nods before running to her cubicle, “I want you guys searching, for any inconsistencies and you send it to either her or Nick -- they’re gonna be our A-team on this. Understood?”
“Understood!”
If only you, fighting with Monsieur over the blanket, knew what you were in for.  
Tuesday.
Rocio’s mother sends you an urgent email on Monday evening asking where her daughter has been since Friday and in all honesty you can’t answer because she hasn’t answered your messages and her Instagram has been oddly cryptic --with dark and blurry shots-- since you left the party. It’s around that time you see the email from Marcy, with her panicked voice ringing in your head-- about what had happened at work, and it doesn’t really surprise you -- the company had been tanking for awhile now, but the thing about Mr. Baizen -- that’s what gets you up with a headache and your best set of footwear.
“How are you even awake?” Nick asks, as you wait for the elevator to reach your level. The dark-haired man shakes his head, as you motion towards the cup of coffee in your hand.
“It’s just like college, pills and coffee,” you state, voice still raspy from your sickness and the lack of sleep the email had given you. Honestly, it felt like that time Rocio made you go to a frat party the night before your last statistics finale. You shrug, as Nick gives you those eyebrows of disapproval though you knew he understood from his own sleepless night as a new dad.
“Let’s do this, Nicholas,” you chug your coffee, knowing that the burnt kind is already being made in the break room.
“Right behind you,” he remarks, as you frown for only a moment.
“Please stop,” you laugh, ignoring the tightness in the back of your neck that you always get when someone is watching you, “I don’t want Matt after me again.”
Nick laughs, as the two of you head to your offices and begin going into the pile of documents that the rest of the floor has assailed your dropbox with, completely unaware of a certain man watching the proceedings, though you are aware the office watching you through the glass walls, making it obvious that their hopes are leaning all on you.   
Wednesday Night.
It’s in the minor details, that’s something you learned early on in this job. You have to be meticulous, if not money could slip out of your hands, and that’s something that rich people hated the most -- losing money that they didn’t spent themselves. But, between hour 5 and hour 12 you get somewhere with a little thing Nick says that makes Marcy laugh during breaktime. It’s the little things that accumulate -- that stupid saying doesn’t leave your head, so you start looking into the little things, a monthly payment here or a downpayment there. It’s all in the same area, though never under the same name.    
“The last CEO bought out his lover with gifts,” you explain to Nick and Harold in the mid afternoon meeting the three of you are having, though that isn’t the half of it. You wouldn’t let them know, if it could possibly spill out and cause a bigger mess -- people still lost their jobs, with this the old boss just looked bad.
“Every dollar accounted for?” Harold ask, as you nod. Nick is going over the numbers once more, because he secretly knows that you’re not that good at math, never been one for a calculated risk.
“So, you agree to present this to Mr. Baizen tomorrow?” Harold asks, bright eyes and grabby hands. You roll back your shoulders and give him a tight smile.
Calculated risks have never been your go to, but look at you now.  
Thursday Night.
Harold sends the report bright and early the next morning, so that Mr. Baizen’s attorneys and whoever else had time to look over it. You just tried to stay alive for the rest of the day. You know what ignoring your illness wasn’t the best thing for you, but your work and livelihood were on the line -- one that you loved dearly. The healthcare benefits could pay if you got sick and maybe if you died, and while that was a little morbid, it was how you felt by the end of day. You hoped you died before you meet said Carter Baizen. However, Lady Luck was not on your side when 4pm rolled around and you were standing in front of his office door at the top of the highrise that housed the company.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Baizen,” you say, holding some folders and in your best business outfit, trying not to lose your voice. The man turns to you and for a moment you’re in shock -- the guy from the party. You want to say something, but you are going to be a professional. You are going to fight for your job, though you can’t help but frown at the crooked grin he gives you while stating your last name.
“So let’s talk,” Carter declares, as he takes a seat and you follow him. On top of his desk are several folders, the whole meeting of the company’s missing money takes nearly 40-45 minutes and you’re surprised he’s paying attention and taking notes, like he cares about the company. However, what catches his attention, ignoring the whole mistress of the former CEO is the markings on your paper from the last few months that aren’t in his report. You’re about to go into that when he finally speaks up.
“I think you should stop talking,” Carter states coldly, as you look at him from across the wooden table. You look at him and back at the paper, hating that you put two and two together so quickly. Carter Baizen had owned Wyman a lot longer than just last week, it was just that the old CEO couldn’t handle what the dark-haired man in front was doing anymore, so he finally bought the old fool out.
It was one of the oldest tricks in the game.  
“You swindle funds into other things, don’t you? Scarier things ,” he doesn’t say anything about your accusation, but the dark look in his blues eyes is telling you to shut up, not that you were ever any good at that either, “And you use your accountant as scapegoats, is that why you fire the whole department when you come in? Every time?”
“Usually,” he remarks while smiling like the cat caught the canary., as you tighten your hands into fists at his carelessness for others, “I could still do it, but you already know.”
“Please don’t fire the department,” you plea angrily, as you slam your hands onto his desk though it doesn’t seems to phase, “You saw how good they are this week. Anything, I’ll even be your fucking scapegoat. But, there are good people out there.”
“ Anything ?” he cocks an eyebrow, as you scowl. Rich people were truly disgusting.
“I mean, not anything . I’m not looking for 50 shades of Gray here, Mr. Baizen,” you try to save yourself by being polite in the end, but his shaking head just shows that he caught the underlying disgust in your voice. However, he chooses to ignore it.
“Well, you’re not Dakota Johnson,” he states and for a moment you want to laugh at his weak rebuttal.  
“I don’t think brunettes are your type, if I recall correctly,“ you answer back as he glares at you, but all you do is shrug -- I mean who doesn’t read a tell-all when it had a the juiciest gossip about NYC, at least that’s how you remember it being promoted. Rocio is the one that really told you everything, she was a talkative drunk, after all.
“Well then, I’ll keep up my end of this bargain,” Carter concedes, almost too quickly, “And you keep yours.”
“Understood, Mr. Baizen,” is all you say before trying around and that’s when everything starts to get dizzy once more, as your fever sneaks up to you with the fear you have been ignoring as well. Carter Baizen could be one scary person if he wanted to be , are your last thoughts as you let out half a curse before blacking out completely. You never hear the rushing footsteps coming towards you.  
Friday Morning.
You wake up in your apartment mid afternoon with Monsieur meowing at your side. You feel awful with your throat clogged up and your eyes barely able to open. It was like you crashed into a monster truck only to get thrown into a brick wall. However, by muscle memory, the first thing you do is check your phone -- a little scared of wondering how you exactly you got here since the last thing you remember is talking to one Carter Baizen, who might be the one that had messaged you a couple of hours ago.
To show you that I am a nice guy, take all of next week off. You look awful, Stats.  But, the following Monday starts your new workload -- CB.
“Oh, Mon. What did I get myself into?” you groan before throwing your phone into the abyss that was your room as Monsieur keeps meowing for your attention.
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Biden Moves to End Justice Contracts with Private Prisons WASHINGTON — President Biden signed executive orders on Tuesday to end Justice Department contracts with private prisons and increase the government’s enforcement of a law meant to combat discrimination in the housing market, part of the new administration’s continued focus on racial equity. Mr. Biden also signed orders that make it the federal government’s policy to “condemn and denounce” discrimination against Asian-Americans and Pacific Islanders, who have faced harassment since the coronavirus pandemic spread from China to the United States and to strengthen relationships between the government and Native American tribes. The moves are incremental pieces of Mr. Biden’s broader push for racial equity — an initiative that is expected to be a centerpiece of his administration and that follow an executive order last week directing federal agencies to review policies to root out systemic racism. The government effort is led by Susan E. Rice, who runs the Domestic Policy Council. “I’m not promising we can end it tomorrow, but I promise you, we’re going to continue to make progress to eliminate systemic racism,” Mr. Biden said before signing the orders. He added that “every branch of the White House and the federal government is going to be part of that effort.” The orders are an escalating repudiation of President Donald J. Trump’s policies and attitudes toward race relations. In separate executive orders last week, Mr. Biden overturned a Trump administration ban on diversity training in federal agencies and disbanded a Trump-created historical commission that issued a report aiming to put a more positive spin on the nation’s founders, who were slaveholders. In a conference call with reporters, a senior White House official described the Trump administration’s “heinous” Muslim ban and said certain minority groups were treated with a “profound level of disrespect from political leaders and the White House.” During a news conference on Tuesday, Jen Psaki, the White House press secretary, blamed the Trump administration for exacerbating racial inequities when it came to health. “The actions taken by the prior administration, for all intents and purposes to destroy the Affordable Care Act, didn’t help any Americans and certainly didn’t help communities of color,” she said. At the same briefing, Ms. Rice made it clear that the administration was taking a new direction by highlighting those disparities instead of ignoring them — and that appointing a woman of color to oversee the initiative was part of that approach. “Americans of color are being infected by and dying from Covid at higher rates,” she said, noting that “40 percent of Black-owned businesses have been forced too close for good during the Covid crisis.” A descendant of immigrants from Jamaica, Ms. Rice called herself the living embodiment of the American dream and noted that “investing in equity is good for economic growth” and “creates jobs for all Americans.” The New Washington Updated  Jan. 26, 2021, 5:10 p.m. ET One of the orders signed on Tuesday calls on the Justice Department not to renew contracts with private prisons, reverting to a policy first adopted in the Obama administration, when Mr. Biden was vice president, and which Mr. Trump reversed. The order does not end all government contracts with private prisons — administration officials confirmed it would not apply to other agencies, like Immigration and Customs Enforcement, which contracts with private companies to detain thousands of undocumented immigrants. “There is broad consensus that our current system of mass incarceration imposes significant costs and hardships on our society and communities and does not make us safer,” the order reads. “To decrease incarceration levels, we must reduce profit-based incentives to incarcerate by phasing out the federal government’s reliance on privately operated criminal detention facilities.” The housing order directs the Department of Housing and Urban Development to more strenuously enforce the Fair Housing Act of 1968, which targets discrimination in home buying. That includes asking the department to review actions under Mr. Trump that sought to weaken some of that enforcement. Last year, as part of Mr. Trump’s attempted appeals to white suburban voters, the department rolled back an Obama-era program meant to fight racial segregation in housing, known as Affirmatively Furthering Fair Housing. “This represents a clear change of direction that gets us back on track to fulfill the Fair Housing Act,” said Julián Castro, who served as secretary of housing and urban development under President Barack Obama. “It’s sending a very strong signal that it’s a new day when it comes to fair housing and that HUD is going to be aggressive again. In some ways this is the easy part, but it’s a strong first step.” Mr. Castro said that the housing department was still far behind in terms of the number of personnel it needed to enforce the Fair Housing Act and that nonprofit groups across the country working on fair housing issues should receive federal funding and other resources. But given that the action came on Day 6 of the new administration, he said, it served as a “clear repudiation of Trump’s fear-mongering” about low-income housing invading white suburbs. Mr. Biden’s prisons order won praise from the American Federation of Government Employees Council of Prison Locals, which represents 30,000 federal prison workers across the country, and from groups working to reduce mass incarceration of Black and other Americans. “Eliminating the use of for-profit prisons is but a first step,” said Holly Harris, the executive director of Justice Action Network, a bipartisan organization working on criminal justice — but a step with implications beyond the small percentage of federal prisoners who are held in private prisons. “Everyone is missing that they’re a big obstacle to reform because they give millions to elected officials who write our criminal law.” Ms. Harris, who said she was a Republican, added that she was “extending a little grace to the Democratic administration and applauding this first step.” Source link Orbem News #Biden #Contracts #Justice #Moves #Prisons #Private
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Knowledge About Room Air Conditioner
1. Heritage listing of room air conditioner The court house was listed on the former Register of the National Estate. Innisfail Court House was listed on the Queensland Heritage Register on 13 January 1995 having satisfied the following criteria.
The place is important in demonstrating the evolution or pattern of Queensland's history. Completed in 1939 as the third court house in Innisfail, this building survives as an example of the development of Innisfail as a commercial and official centre for the surrounding district from the late nineteenth century, and of the prosperity accompanying the expansion of settlement and the sugar industry in the Johnstone area during the early twentieth century. The place is important in demonstrating the principal characteristics of a particular class of cultural places.
The Innisfail Court House is a good example of a substantial brick court house which reflects the high standard of Government buildings in Queensland designed by the Department of Public Works during the early-mid 20th century. The place is important because of its aesthetic significance. The form of the building in relation to its prominent corner location, scale and materials, contribute to the Edith and Rankin Street streetscapes and Innisfail townscape.
The place has a strong or special association with a particular community or cultural group for social, cultural or spiritual reasons. Designed and constructed as part of a Government initiated Works scheme created to generate employment throughout Queensland during the 1930s, the Innisfail Court House is also a fine example of the work completed under this scheme. ------ 2.
Production of room air conditioner On September 26, 1956, the production was broadcast live on CBS as part of the United States Steel Hour. It was produced by the Theater Guild and was based on the 1956 novel, Bang the Drum Slowly by Mark Harris. Arthur Schulman adapted the novel for television.
Daniel Petrie was the director. The story was remade into a 1973 film starring Robert DeNiro and Michael Moriarty. The original 1956 version was not shown again for 25 years.
In 1982, the kinescope was replayed on public television as part of a series called "The Golden Age of Television." The 1982 broadcast was accompanied by interviews of Albert Salmi, Rudy Bond, George Peppard, director Daniel Petrie, and writer Arnold Schulman. The Criterion Collection selected the 1956 production as one of eight teleplays in its DVD collection titled, "The Golden Age of Television.
" ------ 3. Station house of room air conditioner Aberdeen Station was built in a Queen Anne style of architecture. It is located on the west side of the single tracked (formerly double tracked) CSX Philadelphia Subdivision, and south of Bel Air Avenue (Maryland Route 132).
The building is one-and-a-half stories tall, and was described as the type of station where the agent would live above the waiting room. The building is also the last wooden station remaining on the BaltimorePhiladelphia line, and one of the only stations Frank Furness designed that is still standing. ------ 4.
Plot of room air conditioner The play begins with narration by Henry Wiggen on a dark set telling the audience that he wrote play based on a book he also wrote. Henry is a pitcher for the fictional New York Mammoths; he was voted Most Valuable Player in 1952. He explains that the play is about his roommate on the road Bruce Pearson who is the team's third-string catcher.
In their shared room, Pearson, a country boy, irritates Wiggen talking about how the wind affects the path when he spits out the window. Pearson complains about taxes. In the locker room, players ridicule Pearson.
The team's surly manager, Dutch, chastises Pearson for calling the wrong pitch and tells him he has no brains. Eight months later, Wiggen gets a call from Pearson who says he is in the hospital in Rochester, Minnesota. He asks Wiggen to visit him.
Wiggen visits Pearson in the hospital. Pearson he has a disease that's "kinda fatal." He has six months or a year "or maybe tomorrow.
" They agree that nobody else can no, or else Dutch will get rid of Pearson. Spring training arrives, and Wiggen is holding out due to a contract dispute. A new catcher, Piney Woods, is competing for Pearson's spot on the roster.
Wiggen meets with the team's management. He agrees to sign but insists that he's tied together in a package with Pearson. Four month pass.
Pearson's condition is deteriorating, and he struggles to make it look like nothing's happening. Wiggen tries to persuade a teammate to stop giving Pearson a hard time and tells him Pearson is dying. Word of Pearson's illness reaches, the manager, and Dutch tells Wiggen that Pearson is through.
The players hold a surprise party for Pearson, who doesn't understand the reason for the party. Piney Woods shows up at the party and says the team sent for him. Wiggen learns that his wife has had a baby and shares the news with the party-goers.
Six beautiful women (in real life, Miss America contests for 1956) show up; they are a present for Pearson from his teammates. Dutch enters. He has had a change of heart and agrees Pearson can stay with the team.
Pearson is choked up by the kindness of his teammates. He isn't feeling well and asks Wiggen to call the doctor. In closing narration, Wiggen stands in a spotlight on a dark set and says they took Pearson to the hospital.
After the season, he died. Wiggen was a pall bearer. The team didn't send a representative.
Breaking down in tears, and in the play's final line, he says, "From here on in I rag nobody." ------ 5. Jos Toh of room air conditioner Jos Toh Gonzlez (February 6, 1927 March 15, 1974) was a Chilean journalist, lawyer, political figure, and Socialist politician.
He was born in Chilln, the son of Spanish immigrant Jos Toh Soldavilla and of Brunilda Gonzlez Monteagudo. After completing his secondary studies in his natal city, he studied law at the Universidad de Chile. While there he was president of the student federation between 1950-51.
In 1958 he joined the staff of the ltima Hora newspaper, and in 1960 he became its editor and majority owner, a position he held until 1970. He married Raquel Victoria Morales Etchevers (known as Moy de Toh) in 1963, with whom he had two children: Carolina and Jos. In 1942 Toh joined the Chilean Socialist Party (PS), while still in high school.
He rose to member of its central committee. As the first democratically elected socialist president, President Salvador Allende named him his first Minister of the Interior and vice president, a position he held until he was cited by Congress accused of tolerating the creation of left-wing paramilitary organizations. Allende responded by naming him Minister of Defense, a deliberate challenge to his right wing detractors.
As such, he had to deal with the Tanquetazo putsch, the first attempt at a military led coup d'tat. During the coup d'tat of September 11, 1973, he was seized and arrested at La Moneda, where he had gone to support the defense of the democratic administration. He was held in different concentration camps suffering severe torture: first at the Military Academy; later he was sent for 8 months to a political prison in Dawson Island and from there he was transferred to the basement of the Air Force War Academy.
On February 1, 1974, Toh was moved to room 303 at the Military Hospital in Santiago in a precarious state of health, suffering from acute attack of gastric ulcers. He recovered slightly and was able to share a few minutes with his wife and children on his 47th birthday on February 6. Despite his poor health, the military officers continued harassing him with endless torture and interrogation sessions.
His physical state deteriorated, his weight dropped precipitously and he lost his eyesight. He could no longer walk nor take care of himself. The further interrogations in the Air Forces War Academy only worsened his condition.
On March 15, at 12.55, he was found hanged inside the clothes closet of his hospital room. The official explanation was that he had committed suicide in the grip of a very strong nervous depression, with psycho-somatic effects.
The family has never accepted that version and still claims he was murdered. After Chile regained democracy, it was determined that he died as a result of torture. After his death, his wife and children lived in exile in Mexico City for several years.
His family returned to Chile in the early 80's where his wife worked in the resistance to the Pinochet dictatorship. After Democracy was regained in 1990; his wife, Moy de Toh, served as Cultural Attach in Mexico and as an Ambassador to Honduras and El Salvador. His daughter, Carolina, studied law in The University of Chile and went on to obtain a Ph.
D. in Political Science in Milan, Italy. She is currently serving her second term as a Congresswoman representing Santiago and was elected mayor of Santiago Centro October 28, 2012.
His son, Jos Toh obtained undergraduate and graduate degrees in architecture in the United States, where he founded an architecture office. ------ 6. Reception of room air conditioner In The New York Times, Jack Gould wrote that production failed to fully convey the story to the television screen.
He criticized the "extremely contrived staging" and "wretchedly drawn characterizations." He did find that Albert Salmi had some "effective moments." Critic Grem Ocotpada praised Salmi's "sensitive performance as the dumb and dying baseball catcher.
" While not completely satisfied with Newman's performance, he found Newman's closing speech to be moving. Upon its 1982 revival, the production received more positive reviews. Michael Hill of The Baltimore Sun called it "daring television of rare quality" with a "powerful and touching" story.
He also praised the narrative technique of having Paul Newman step in and out of the production to provide explanations to move the story along, saying it bordered on "experimental drama." John J. O'Connor of The New York Times wrote: "The audience can have no doubt that something special just passed in the night.
" ------ 7. Alfred E. Smith Career and Technical Education High School of room air conditioner Alfred E.
Smith Career and Technical Education High School is a vocational public high school in the South Melrose neighborhood of The Bronx, New York. It was originally built in the early 20th century as the "Bronx Continuation School" for students who left the school system. The school eventually became a vocational high school in the 1920s.
The school was named after the former New York governor and Democratic nominee for president, Alfred E. Smith in 1965. Its address is 333 E.
151 Street. The school is near the Third Avenue and E. 149th Street station of the 2 and 5 IRT trains.
The principal is Evan Schwartz. As of the 201415 school year, the school had an enrollment of 377 students and 33.0 classroom teachers (on an FTE basis), for a studentteacher ratio of 11.
4:1. There were 315 students (83.6% of enrollment) eligible for free lunch and 23 (6.
1% of students) eligible for reduced-cost lunch." The school offers automotive, home construction, plumbing, and heating/air-conditioning ventilation programs. There are plenty of shops where students work on real cars brought in by people in the community.
The school also has a room large enough for those studying carpentry to construct a full size wooden frame house. The New York City Department of Education planned in 2010 to close the school but the plan was cancelled after strong protests from the community.
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