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2011.08.30 20:45 barbarianvillage Stop spending life on the net.

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2023.09.20 19:54 magnumsolutions ChildrenOfTheHun

A community for people to get together, share their stories and raise awareness of how children and extended families of MLM's are being victimized and exploited.
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2014.02.22 06:55 rage310 Sexy Hair: The Sexiest Hair on the Net

The sexiest hair on the internet. Blonde, Brunette, Redhead, Dyed, Short, Long (especially long), Curly, Straight, Wavy, Braids, Pigtails, Ponytails....this is the place to find and submit pictures, videos or gifs of sexy women with incredibly sexy hair.
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2024.05.12 16:35 Obscurian Alternate Content 14: The one with Brun getting the ending she deserved.

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2024.05.10 19:26 Accurate-Effort-5915 Opzeggingsvergoeding & belastingen

Vandaag ontving ik de voorlopige berekening van mijn belastingen en die kwam met een serieuze verrassing: ondanks dat ik een ontslagvergoeding heb gekregen vorig jaar eind september, staat er op de voorlopige berekening dat ik net een bedrag in mijn voordeel krijg (zo'n €600+). Dit staat compleet in contrast van wat ik zoal gelezen en gehoord heb ivm de ontslagvergoeding, namelijk dat je in vele gevallen ruwweg tussen 35 en 50% van het bedrag dat je ontvangen hebt nog eens moogt afgeven aan de staat. Gezien dit nog maar de voorlopige berekening is, wil ik niet te vroeg victorie kraaien, maar ik snap eigenlijk niet zo goed hoe dit nu mogelijk is. Ofwel heeft de fiscus dit over het hoofd gezien, hoewel me dat sterk zou verwonderen gezien het duidelijk wel op de brief staat dat ik een opzeggingsvergoeding ontvangen heb, ofwel heb ik zelf iets ferm misbegrepen of over het hoofd gezien. Ik ben niet bepaald een pro omtrent alles wat fiscaliteit betreft (quite the contrary), dus had ik graag hier even nagevraagd wat er nu precies gaande is.
Even een schets van mijn situatie: 31 jarige alleenstaande man, eind 2020 op mn eigen een rijhuis gekocht (met een lening, ik ben zeker niet super welgesteld en heb wat hulp gehad van mn ouders). Aan het huis zelf zijn nog geen ingrijpende werken gebeurd, geen zonnepanelen geplaatst, of gelijk wat gedaan dat mij mogelijk een fiscaal voordeel kan geven. Het enige dat ik weet dat voor een klein voordeel zorgt is dat ik aan pensioensparen doe bij mijn bank, aan het maximumbedrag (niet de ideaalste vorm van sparen, I know, maar 't is nu wat 't is).
Ik werk in de IT-sector en heb tussen juni 2017 (eerst via IBO, vast contract gekregen in november) en september 2023 als support engineer gewerkt. Eind september werd ik ontslagen, dit was vrij onverwachts en doordat ik nogal van slag was, heb ik gewoon akkoord gegaan met heel het verhaal, hun papierke getekend en akkoord gegaan met de opzeggingsvergoeding. Deze bedroeg €17k+ bruto, waar ik netto €11k+ van overgehouden heb. Na het ontslag heb ik niet gekeken voor een werkloosheidsuitkering, maar eigenlijk vrij snel terug beginnen solliciteren en eind oktober had ik opnieuw een job met vast contract, wederom in de IT-sector.
Wat mis ik hier? Heb ik hier blind geluk gehad, een vergiftigd geschenk of heb ik de regels misbegrepen? Is de belasting op de vergoeding die ik kreeg net de belasting die van het brutobedrag reeds werd afgehouden, of komt er alsnog een belasting op het nettobedrag dat ik ontvangen heb?
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2024.05.03 14:59 UltimateTraders 5/3/2024 Daily Plays AAPL bad report Earnings down 3% and sales down 4% but makes that cash and says F U ! 110 billion buyback, raise dividends! Ride that horse CAR ! Did you see LNTH and BILL there are good ways to find value! Abusing CVS [do have an 84 block sadly!] SOFI back to 7.10! COIN DKNG !

Good morning everyone very busy yesterday with CT. Man, CAR has been my horse! I have been riding it heavy since February. I have traded about 25 rounds for nearly 8,000.
Each round is 100 shares… I made an amazing 11 per share 100 block trade on CAR from 101.25 to 112.25. Majority of my car CAR trades have been for 3-4 dollars per share.
My initial investment was 100 shares at 123.75 [12,375] so, I am up nearly 66% on my initial trades. I am going to keep trading it. I do have 100 shares at 119.
The plan for me is to abuse stocks that I see below my fair value. So that I have a buffer. If I get stuck, these are not memes, they are quality companies that can figure it out.
I am speculating on PRCH 3.75
SOFI 7.10
But most of my trades make sense. If I am down, I am fairly sure the company will figure out a way to raise shareholder value.
Please open up the financials on AAPL. The 10Q [Quaterly report] AAPL is indeed raising shareholder value. The business itself is slowing. Sales are down 4% year over year… Earnings down 3% [This is hidden with the EPS because there are less shares.. so indeed they are raising shareholder value] They are using the 350-400 billion cash hoard to do RD like the vision pro because they can. They are doing a record 110 billion dollar unheard of buyback. So, whether or not you like AAPL you cant bet against them. Ever! The stock market is a live auction, if no one else comes to the table…. AAPL is coming with big wads of cash! BIG!
I do believe on the next earnings if CVS stock doesn’t pick up, maybe 65… they will use the 10.5 billion cash flow and raise value. Current market cap is 68 billion! If you did not know they bought Aetna in 2018 for 69 billion! That is how bad the stock has done… given, the report was bad, but fair value at the moment has to be near 70!
I used my thesis, experience to see the value in LNTH BILL shared my thesis on CAR as well. These are tools to arm traders…
I have to do admin stuff for CT.
5 Trade Ideas:
CVS – I am in 54.75 block [Also have 84 from 2/2023] and hope to get near 1.50
SOFI – I am in 7.10 and hope to get 20-50 cents and keep trading it, this is speculative
PGNY ACMR – good earnings and stocks have come down
MTCH – Eh earnings but value at 10-11x PE
COIN DKNG – Monster earnings, no ifs and or butts. They are building value finally, I will watch form some serious pull back and may buy calls
Some earnings:
MGA 60 FET 40 LNT 60 SIMO 85 WLDN 90 DRQ 55 MODV 50 [But raised guidance full year?] XHR 65 AES 60 ALG 70 PLMR 85 ED 80 SXI 60 EVC 50 RMAX 65 DRH 65 POST 70 VRX 55 AEE 55 SPXC 80 [Raised guidance] SAND 60 LOCO 80
DVA 90 [Raised guidance] HST 65 WK 75 CIVI 55 LFVN 60 NET 75 [iffy guidance]
VRRM 65 ZEUS 60 FOXF 65 [iffy guidance] OHI 70 ALTR 70 IRTC 50
FDP 60 SEM 85 EB 60 RYAN 65 IR 60 FIVN 80 OTEX 70 BFAM 75 NR 60
ATRO 55 MTZ 70 DLB 65 MATW 60 PBYI 55 SPT 70 ACA 80
ARDX 85 [Speculative] TDW 99 [Need to check this out] TPI 30 [Jesus] LASR 65
HUN 65 OUT 65 CTO 65 CSTL 65 MELI 95 [Bravo] BECN 55
ATGE 90 [Raised guidance] CTRE 60 REZI 60 SWN 55 TRUP 55 KRC 65
X 60 XPOF 55 PCTY 80 TNDM 65 HTGC 60 COHU 65 PTVE 60 SM 65
UDMY 70 OHI 75 EOG 75 CPT 60 DKNG 95 [Impressive 53% growth and near profits, valuation?] BOOM 60 GDDY 75 LMAT 75 FND 60 COIN 99 [WOW, valuation?]
OSPN 95 BILL 85 SQ 85 ACCO 60 MSI 80 RKT 85 OLED 80 MNST 65 BJRI 70
OPEN 65 [Beat estimates, but sales down hard/Sandbag, I cant give you more than a 65 for that!]
CTRA 65 LYV 60 FRT 65 FTNT 75 AAON 60 ILMN 60 DLR 60 WSC 60
CLFD 60 BKNG 95 [Wow at this size!] TXRH 75 HOLX 70 EXPE 70 TWOU 65
AMGN 75 TILE 70
AAPL 60 [Earnings down 3%, EPS is disguised because less shares, do to buyback which is what increasing shareholder value is once you make money, sales down 4.3%]
[Increase in dividend 4% to 25 cents]
[F U with 110 billion buyback]
At the end of the day, when you have cash and make cash, even if business isn’t as healthy, you can buyback shares [Increasing EPS as shares are reduced], raise dividends, special dividends, make acquisitions
The contents of this post are for information and entertainment purposes only and does not constitute financial, accounting, or legal advice. ... By choosing to make a trade you are responsible for your own actions. Please do some due diligence. These are trades I am making and you can follow along. If you make a winning trade, I do not even expect a bravo or thanks but that’s fine, if you lose on a trade the same difference.. I do not even expect an upvote or reward… The Elite team is aware of the risks and volatility in the market.
Good luck everyone let’s make money. Share trades, ideas here during trading hours. Our main goal here is to make money so I hope we can help eachother. I will be in and out of here as well.
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2024.05.02 22:42 ahead-market HUN Q1 2024 Earnings: Revenue Decline and Negative EPS

HUN reported a revenue decline of 8.46% to $1.47 billion and a negative EPS of -$0.22 in Q1 2024, underperforming against analysts' expectations.

Key Metrics

Revenue $1470M -8.46%
Net Income $-37M
Earnings Per Share $-0.22 -73.53%
Cash and Cash Equivalents $1600M
Segment Performance
Guidance
Expectations: MISS
HUN's reported revenue of $1.47 billion aligns with analysts' average estimate but represents an 8.46% decline year-over-year. The EPS of -$0.22 significantly missed the average estimate of -$0.06, indicating a larger loss than anticipated. This underperformance is reflected in the negative earnings surprise and downward revisions in EPS estimates over recent months.
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2024.05.02 02:05 Nightmaresmadeeasy Flamin Hot eyeshadow

Flamin Hot eyeshadow
lol at the cool ranch Doritos color nail polish.
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2024.05.01 13:21 RubyMcQueen1 Bijlessen voor examens, scripties of beter Nederlands spreken/schrijven - Tutoring for better Dutch, exams or help with your thesis?

Hi There! (English Below)
De examenperiode komt er weer aan. Wil jij voor jouzelf of je kind deze weken je kennis nog net even een boost geven om je slagingskans te verhogen? Of wil je nu toch echt die scriptie halen? Of even laten tegenlezen op taal en grammatica? Dan ben je bij mij aan het goede adres.
Met ruim vier jaar ervaring met het geven bijlessen aan middelbare scholieren in de vakken geschiedenis, aardrijkskunde, maatschappijleer, nederlands en engels én het geven van scriptiebegeleiding een taalcoaching voor studenten aan het WO en het HBO, heb ik veel mensen geholpen hun diploma te behalen. Samen kijken we wat jij nodig hebt om nog meer uit jezelf te halen en aan de vraag van jezelf, de opdracht of je docent te voldoen. Ook heb ik ervaring met het geven van taallessen / bijlessen aan mensen die Nederlands als tweede taal leren.
Ben je benieuwd of ik jou kan helpen? Stuur me dan even een privébericht.
Tutoring for exams, theses or speaking/writing better Dutch
Hi There!
Do you want to boost your knowledge to increase your chances of passing? Or do you really want to pass that thesis now? Or have a review of language and grammar?
With over four years of experience in tutoring secondary school students in history, geography, social studies, Dutch and English, as well as providing thesis guidance and language coaching for university students, I have helped many people get their diploma. Together, we look at what you need to get more out of yourself and meet the demands of yourself, the assignment or your tutor. I also have experience in giving language lessons / tutoring to people learning Dutch as a second language.
Wondering if I can help you? Feel free to send me a private message :)
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2024.04.28 11:00 boliviantribal Het gebeurt opnieuw, en we doen weer niets

Dit onderwerp gaat mij echt aan mijn hart omdat, mijn land waar ik zo ongelooflijk trots op ben, namens mij en alle andere nederlanders, onmenselijke daden zie steunen en zelf hun steun hoor uitspreken voor genocide en hoogst waarschijnlijk in de nabije toekomst, de etnische zuivering van een heel volk. Een volk dat groten deels bestaat uit onschuldige minderjarige kinderen.
Ik zie nu voor mijn ogen gebeuren wat ik op school in de geschiedenis boeken las. Hoe een bepaald volk word gedemoniseerd, hoe volks vertegenwoordigers kindermoord bestempelen als "eigen schuld", hoe via de media de mensen zo worden beïnvloed dat ze hun empathisch- en kritische denkvermogen verliezen.
Hoe een mens kan kijken naar beelden van een vijf jarig kind zonder leden maten, die net zijn ouders is verloren, en inplaats van empathie te voelen, is hun eerste gedachte, "had ie maar niet Palestijnens moeten zijn" of "hadden zijn ouder maar niet Hamas moeten steunen", of 'had Hamas maar niet een aanslag moeten plegen"
Ik vind het oprecht eng hoe niemand door heeft hoe ver we als bevolking heen zijn. Dat we de verminking en moord van kinderen aan het recht vaardigen zijn.
Op links is er geen schrijntje menselijkheid te bekennen. Ze denken alleen maar aan hoe ze hun gespleten achterban bij elkaar kunnen houden op dit onderwerp, en alle kinderen die worden sterfen zijn bijzaak.
En op rechts hoor je alleen opertunistische opmerkingen die er op neer komen dat een leven van een Palestijns kind er gewoon niet toe doet zolang Israël het nodig vind om zich zelf te "verdedigen".
Op een of andere manier lijkt het alsof het gros van de bevolking niet door heeft wat er gebeurt. Hoe we dit al eerder hebben mee gemaakt. Hoe erg alle symptomen overeen komen met de vorige keer. Hoe duidelijk je de retoriek van Israël 1 op 1 kan vergelijken met de retoriek waar we allemaal over hebben geleerd op school en waar we allemaal voor zouden oppassen. Nooit meer zeiden we... Maar toch kiezen we er nu weer voor om een volk te demoniseren, "the cancer of the middle east", toch kiezen we er voor om weer te vergeten dat het mensen zijn, kinderen zelfs. Weer kiezen we er voor om het niet te zien. En weer gaan we achteraf collectief doen alsof het niet onze schuld is, alsof er het niet hadden kunnen verkomen.
Eerlijk gezegd denk ik dat het beter is als de mens gewoon maar uitsterft. We hebben geen bestaan recht als mens, want als er een ding is dat we niet zijn, dan is het menselijk.
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2024.04.26 23:37 Armthehobos do I have an impossible task from Teco?

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2024.04.26 12:11 Samdevalk Aankoopmoment ETFs

Om een mooie financiele buffer op te bouwen koop ik op dit moment maandelijks northern thrust etfs in. Idee is natuurlijk time in the market beats timing the market, maar…
Nu vroeg ik me af of het gemiddeld gezien uitmaakt op welk moment in de maand je inkoopt. Hypothese dat mensen over het algemeen hun aandelen inkopen als het salaris binnen komt aan het einde van de maand. Zou dit een tijdelijk stuwend effect hebben op de prijs en kan je op lange termijn beter inkopen als je bijvoorbeeld net een week voor de salarisstortingen inkoopt? Of werkt het niet zo?
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2024.04.25 16:16 columbusmodsaregag Wait, is this how I should be counting calories? I've been going by the label... is it really off that much?

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2024.04.23 22:34 ConsciousRun6137 Did Rome ever fall?

Did Rome ever fall?
In the days before reading and writing were common, symbols conveyed ideas.
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The killing of the bull is symbolic of murdering nature, dominating nature and, let's face it, that is precisely what the Roman Empire, the Venetian Black Nobility and now the Crown Corporation are all about.

The Rothschilds and the Rockefellers are NOT the pinnacle of power in the world, despite rumours and propaganda seen daily in social media. It is also erroneous to call researchers and revisionists "conspiracy theorists" or the ideas they have gleaned from their studies "conspiracy theories" .They are doing the best they can with limited time, energy and materials. The internet is as fraught with disinformation as all the universities and schools put together so people can be forgiven for making the mistake of ceasing their search at the level of the banking staff.
The Mithras museum, created as part of the new Bloomberg HQ in London, is dedicated to preserving a Temple of Mithras buried deep underground, which gives you a bold clue about what the Crown Corporation and its minions, like Michael Bloomberg, are intending to do with their gluttonous and sickening power. Entrance to this religious dungeon is free of charge and by appointment only. Remember nothing is ever truly free. The expense of this extravagant work has been borne by the Bloomberg fortune for a very good reason. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Bloomberg
The owners see themselves as members of the future overseers of a grim and horrific control network, aptly symbolised by the deification of Mithras in the modern world.
https://londontopia.net/culture/museums/the-temple-of-mithras-londons-new-roman-museum-in-the-new-bloomberg-london-hq/
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THE ORIGINS OF ROMAN EMPIRE 2.0

In his book, The Venetian Conspiracy, Webster Tarpley writes:
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Venice was the centre of efforts to destroy the advanced European civilization of the 11th and 12th centuries and bears a burden of guilt for the ascendancy of the Black Nobility Guelphs and the black plague.
Napoleon forced the end of this vile organism during his Italian campaign of 1797, but the cancer had already infected Geneva, Amsterdam, London and elsewhere. Though the sovereignty of Venice had been extinguished, its methods lived on to the 20th century. We know it as Fascism.
Venice is today, through its Cini Foundation and its Societé Europeenne de Culture, the Club Of Rome think tank. Venice is the supranational homeland of the New Dark Ages gang, the unifying symbol for the Utopian lunatic fringe in the international intelligence community today.

How did Venice become so hidden and yet powerful?

Between 300 and 400 AD the Roman aristocrats who later became infamous: Candiano, Faliero, Dandolo found the islands of Venice lagoons provided an invulnerable refuge when they fled the Goth, Hun and Langobard armies. The main influx of displaced Roman senators came during the raids of Attila the Hun in 452 AD.
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Venice survived thanks to their alliance with Emperor Justinian in Constantinople, an alliance underlined by intermarriage of Venetian oligarchs with the nobility of Byzantium.
Thus, a faction embodying the traditions of the Roman Senate continued beyond the fall of Rome in 476.
The basis of Venetian opulence was slavery, practiced against Saracens, Mongols, Turks and Christians.
This included Italians and Greeks, who were most highly valued as galley slaves. Germans and Russians were shipped in from Tana.
Later, black Africans became popular among the nobility.
Islands like Crete, Cyprus, Corfu, Naxos and smaller holdings in the Aegean were worked by slave labour, directly under the Venetian regime.
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Venice became the leading port of the Mediterranean.

Indistinguishable from slave operations were piracy and buccaneering, other staples of the Venetian economy. Wars with Genoa or others were opportunities to loot. Piracy was routine commerce during decades of treachery and mayhem.
Venetian production from the earliest period was essentially nil, apart from salt and the glass manufacture of Murano. The role of the Venetian merchant was as a profiteer who conned both buyer and seller, backing up his monopolisation with war galleys of the battle fleet.

Venice remained impervious to invasion from the first settlement until 1797.

In the typology of Plato’s Republic, Venice was an oligarchy, “a constitution according to property, in which the rich govern and the poor man has no share” or “rule of the few, a constitution of evils”. By 1297 all male members of the 150 noble families had the permanent right to a seat in the Gran Consiglio, or Great Council, which grew to 2000 members around 1500 and thereafter slowly declined. They kept ambassadors in all national courts, war ministers and naval officers
In later centuries, the harems of the entire Ottoman Empire, from the Balkans to Morocco, were stocked by Venetian procured slaves.
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Dante visited Venice in 1321. He died shortly after leaving, in fear for his life. He had been forced to follow a path through the swamps which caused him to sicken with malaria. A boat may have been available, but to board it meant certain assassination! Venetian records of the event have conveniently disappeared.

What was the Venetian political method?

The apparently ‘weaker’ power plays off two or more major empires against each other. First the Langobard Kingdom of Italy was played against the Byzantines. Then they attempted to play the Byzantines off against the Carolingian Empire in the West, which almost misfired. In the 11th century, the Venetians successfully incited Norman barons, operating out of Sicily under Robert Guiscard, to attack Byzantium and then moved in to offer the desperate Byzantines protection. The price for that protection was mentioned in the famous Golden Bull of 1082. It was a decree of the Byzantine Emperor by which Venice acquired customs-free access to the eastern empire, where the Greeks themselves had to pay a tax of 10% on their transactions. Thus began a hatred for Venice among the Greek population which persists to the present day. In the 16th century, Venetian strategy was to play the Ottoman Turks against the Spanish and Austrian Hapsburgs and then to play the Hapsburgs off against the French!
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The Venetians also goaded forces of the East to attack Christendom. Venice was the manipulator of Saracens, Mongols and Turks. In particular, the Venetians were more willing to see territory (except Venetian territory) occupied by Turks than any other power.
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Venice was repeatedly confronted by a triumphant enemy who had to be manipulated to self-destruct, not in any old way, but in a precise and specific way that served the Venetian interests. Does this sound impossible? What is astounding is how often it has succeeded and still does! Effectively, they used their enemies as mercenaries by ensnaring them in debt and offering to cancel the debt if they fought for Venice!
From 1203 to 1204, Constantinople was besieged by the joint Franco-Venetian force and Byzantium was sacked in an orgy of violence and destruction. Venice took over part of Constantinople, created a permanent Venetian colony with its own battle fleet. Lemnos, Gallipoli, Crete, Naxos, related islands and the large island of Euboa were annexed. On the Ionian side, the Venetians snatched Modon, Koron and several islands including Corfu.
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The loot from Constantinople was greater than anything Europe saw until the Spanish fleets from the Americas centuries later! Venice acquired an empire of naval bases in the eastern Mediterranean and the sultan of Egypt bribed them to keep the Crusaders out of Palestine! Bonus!
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Another factor was the Mongol hordes. The Venetians were spies for Genghis Khan guiding them to sack Baghdad.

At the time the Venetians were sacking Constantinople, Genghis Khan ruled over an empire from Korea to Iran and which was advancing West. Batu, a nephew of Genghis, defeated the Bulgarians in 1236, captured Ukraine in 1240 & swept into Poland. The Mongols did not go in like reckless barbarians. They advanced according to a careful plan. At every stage, the Mongols were informed by Venetian merchants, like Marco Polo’s father. Later, Polo himself was welcomed at the court of Kublai Khan and became an administrator to the Khan. So the great Marco Polo and the Venetian family from which he came, was responsible for directing Genghis Khan into war against Europe. The omnipresent Venetian intelligence was also a factor in the Mongol destruction of the Arab cultural centre of Baghdad in 1258.
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Shakespeare’s play “Othello, The Moor of Venice” is an analysis of the Venetian technique.

It was written and performed shortly after 1603, when the Venetians and Genoese had acquired power in England through the accession of their puppet James I to the throne. In the play, Othello is hired out to Venice as a mercenary at the apex of his power having just won a victory over the Turkish fleet attacking Cyprus. He enjoys the full confidence of the Senate and has just married Desdemona, the daughter of a patrician. Othello, the moor barbarian, is something of a dumb giant! His proficiency in war is unmatched, but his emotions tend decidedly toward the naive and infantile. He has no insight into affairs of state or psychology. Above all, he is superstitious and is inclined to be jealous. These weaknesses are exploited by Iago, a member of Othello’s staff who intends to destroy him. Iago is like a Venetian intelligence officer, an expert manipulator: "Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me for making him an ass and practicing upon his peace even to madness." He sets up a fight that leads to a wounding. After this, he manipulates Desdemona’s naive desire to help a friend into prima facie evidence that Desdemona is an adulteress. Iago is then able to goad Othello all the way to killing Desdemona and finally, himself.
So we can see that Shakespeare and presumably his audience were familiar with the style and cruelty of Venetian geo-politics.

Foundation of a new Roman Empire

The real danger for Venice by 1600 was a hostile power that developed defences against manipulation and deceit. In the face of such, Venice did, and does kill. The foundation of a new Roman Empire became, in Venice, from the middle of the 15th century on, the leading obsession of the oligarchs
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Machiavelli noted that the two most dangerous forces in Italy around the turn of that century were the Venetians and the Pope. His hatred was directed especially against Venice for wanting to subjugate Italy in a new Roman Empire. He despised Venice for its armies of mercenaries.

All Europe turned against Venice.

Machiavelli exulted when the Venetians lost everything they had conquered over the preceding 800 years.
With nothing left but the lagoons, the Venetian position was desperate due to their reputation for arrogance, violation of promises, lechery and sodomy.
The Italian Renaissance during the rest of the 16th century was only one event of several in Europe.

Another was the Protestant Reformation.

Luther’s real clout was publicity that owed much to the Venetian publishing presses turning out 40,000 copies of his "heretical" writings. Playing both sides of the religious argument against each other the Venetians supported Ignatius Loyola from abject poverty, to Jerusalem and back, until he established the Jesuits who were to become a military force, dedicated to serve the Pope and crush Protestantism.

The Venetians sat back & watched the fireworks.

\Around 1570 Venice had the first example in Europe of a “salon” for socialising and literary discussion: the Ridotto Morosini, sponsored by the ancient family of the same name. Here the seeds were sown that would later produce free-thinking, l’esprit libertin and the Philosophes.

The Venetians initiated the Enlightenment.

The Ridotto Morosini salon was in favour of tolerance and science, against everything doctrinaire and narrow. They sheltered Galileo against the Inquisition. Out of the Morosini salon came a rare public faction in Venetian history, the Giovani i.e., the youth.
The Giovani wanted profound innovations in Venetian foreign policy. They wished to cement alliances with the countries to whom they felt the future belonged: France, England and the Netherlands. The main supporter of Venice internationally was James I, the Stuart ruler of England and Scotland.
Around 1570 Venice had the first example in Europe of a “salon” for socialising and literary discussion: the Ridotto Morosini, sponsored by the ancient family of the same name. Here the seeds were sown that would later produce free-thinking, l’esprit libertin and the Philosophes.

The Venetians initiated the Enlightenment.

The Ridotto Morosini salon was in favour of tolerance and science, against everything doctrinaire and narrow. They sheltered Galileo against the Inquisition. Out of the Morosini salon came a rare public faction in Venetian history, the Giovani i.e., the youth.
The Giovani wanted profound innovations in Venetian foreign policy. They wished to cement alliances with the countries to whom they felt the future belonged: France, England and the Netherlands. The main supporter of Venice internationally was James I, the Stuart ruler of England and Scotland.
In 1603, Venice and Genoa teamed up, created a banking dynasty and assumed direction of the finances of Stuart England imparting their characteristic ruthless methods to the British East India Company.

The financial centre of old Venice was on the move north.

They created the Amsterdam Bank, the financial hinge of the 17th century and the Dutch East India Company.
Venice and Genoa were also the midwives for the great financial power growing up in Geneva, which controlled the French public debt and they continued to foster the Enlightenment. The Venetians began a major move into maritime and other types of insurance. These ventures live on today in the biggest business enterprise associated with Venice, the Assicurazioni Generali Venezia, one of the biggest insurance and real estate holdings in the world.

On May 12, 1797 the Gran Consiglio of Venice obeyed Napoleon’s ultimatum and voted itself out of existence

4,000 French infantrymen paraded where foreign troops had never before in history been seen. The Venetian “Republic” was gone, but it now existed in a more clandestine form. 3,000 Venetian naval personnel, about 1/3rd of their available strength, were serving the British Royal Navy just as the American Revolution began. During the 19th century and onwards, with its military and financial power hidden, Venice’s political power grew greater than ever.
Count Coudenhove-Kalergi, founder of the Pan-European Union, lived in Venice and Nietzsche visited. Thomas Malthus plagiarised a Venetian when he wrote his Essay on Population. Plans for destroying the Ottoman and Russian empires, (i.e., WW1) were made by Venice spook Alexander Parvus.
Today, the Club of Rome Today, the Club of Rome is the influence that represents the essence of Venetian methods. The Club of Rome convinces people to commit collective suicide by accepting the genocidal doctrine of zero growth. It seeks to abolish sovereign nations and create a totalitarian global state. Perhaps the most daring of plans by the Club of Rome is to financialise nature itself.

Climate Change is its most spectacular propaganda.

is the influence that represents the essence of Venetian methods. The Club of Rome convinces people to commit collective suicide by accepting the genocidal doctrine of zero growth. It seeks to abolish sovereign nations and create a totalitarian global state. Perhaps the most daring of plans by the Club of Rome is to financialise nature itself.

Climate Change is its most spectacular propaganda.

Recommended reading:

How the Venetian System Was Transplanted Into England by Webster G. Tarpley, Ph.D. New Federalist, June 3, 1996 http://tarpley.net/online-books/against-oligarchy/how-the-venetian-system-was-transplanted-into-england/
Also: THE EUROPEAN BLACK NOBILITY https://exposingpedovore.wordpress.com/2019/03/03/the-european-black-nobility-2/comment-page-1/
More: WHO ARE THE INTER ALPHA GROUP? https://larouchepub.com/eiw/public/2010/eirv37n36-20100917/eirv37n36-20100917_024-the_inter_alpha_group_nation_kil.pdf
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2024.04.22 17:52 bretonstripes Week-ahead info and links: MAG Euros/Pacific Rim

ETA: I FORGOT AMERICAN CLASSIC. Dishonor on me, dishonor on my cow, etc.
American Classic is April 27! Streaming on FlipNow, so you’ll have to pay for it. Juniors at 9:45am (US Central) and seniors at 1:45pm.

Quick update on Pac Rims

Video of Sunday’s competitions was posted on the Colombian fed’s Facebook AFTER each competition. They were not streamed live. I don’t know if this will be standard procedure but I assume it will.
USAG posted the schedule here.
Unfortunately you can’t skip forward on Facebook so I will try to come back here and add direct links that you can actually navigate in. Here’s the ones that are posted so far:
Live scoring is on Consugisoft, except for trampoline. I have no idea where that is. USAG shared screenshots of tramp results yesterday that had the SportTech logo on them, but SportTech does not have anything on their website. (And yes, I am examining my life choices now that I’ve realized I recognize live scoring logos…)

MAG Euros

This year is a team event, so senior AA medals will be given out based on the qualifying round. Additionally, there is an Olympic berth at stake. The top AAer who is 1) not from a country that qualified a team/a country that has already maxed out its individual spots, and 2) not already qualified as an individual, will gain an individual Olympic spot during the qualifying round. The following countries/individuals are out of contention for this spot:
Country Individual
GBR DOLGOPYAT Artem (ISR)
GER DAVTYAN Artur (ARM)
ITA MESZAROS Krisztofer (HUN)
SUI VAN DEN KEYBUS Luka (BEL)
ESP MUNTEAN Andrei Vasile (ROU)
TUR MC CLENAGHAN Rhys (IRL)
NED PETROUNIAS Eleftherios (GRE)
UKR PENEV Kevin (BUL)
BEL† KUAVITA Noah (BEL)
SRBIC Tin (CRO)
BENOVIC Aurel (CRO)
DAVTYAN Vahagh (ARM)
AIT SAID Samir (FRA)
TVOROGAL Robert (LTU)
†BEL has maxed out its individual berths for MAG.
Schedule
All times are local. Rimini is in Central European Summer Time, 6 hours ahead of US Eastern. (Check your time zone difference here.) See the charts at the end for who’s in what subdivision.
Event Day Time
Senior QF/AA Wed, 24 Apr 10am-8:45pm
Junior QF/TF Thurs, 25 Apr 10am-8:20pm
Senior EF Part 1 Fri, 26 Apr 6-8:22pm
Junior EF Sat, 27 Apr 10am-12:42pm
Senior EF Part 2 Sat, 27 Apr 4:30-7pm
Junior AA Sun, 28 Apr 10am-12:37pm
Senior TF Sun, 28 Apr 3:30-6pm
How to watch/where to find results:
Senior QF subdivisions
Sub Start time Countries
1 10am NOR, SWE, ROU, BEL
ISL, NED, HUN, SLO
2 2pm GRE, ARM, GEO, AUT
FIN, CRO, CZE, CYP
UKR, FRA, BUL, AZE
3 5:45pm IRL, SUI, ALB, POL
LAT, GBR, POR, GER
SRB, SLO, ESP, LTU
TUR, ISR, ITA
Junior QF subdivisions
Sub Start time Countries
1 10am ISR, SLO, HUN, ROU
ALB, IRL
2 2pm AZE, SWE, ESP, SUI
ITA, POR, SVK, FRA
GER, CRO, CZE, UKR
3 5:30 LTU, GRE, GBR, POL
CYP, FIN, AUT, NED
BEL, TUR, ARM, NOR, BUL
Quick personal note: the next two weeks are incredibly busy for me. I will do my best but I may not be able to answer questions or make corrections here promptly.
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2024.04.22 14:30 CarumboZabumbo How would you rank the artists who have currently drawn a Canon Gargoyles comic?

"Wanna make something of it?"
What follows is a rundown on all of the Canon Gargoyles artists, plus my personal opinions on them:
So here is my ranking:
  1. Pasquale Qualano.
  2. Greg Guler.
  3. Drew Moss.
  4. George Kambadais.
  5. Karine Charlebois.
  6. David Hutchinson.
  7. Bonesso Diego.
  8. Ben Dunn.
  9. Christopher Jones.
  10. Nir Paniry.
  11. Gordon Purcell.
  12. David Hedgecock.
What is yours?
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2024.04.18 20:42 IndigoTellus Teyvat is a Knot in the Tree and a Pearl in the Sea

Teyvat is a Knot in the Tree and a Pearl in the Sea
I've been exploring the I Ching, Chinese history, and MiHoYo as a company and I don’t have anyone to geek out about this stuff with, so I genuinely appreciate everyone who reads this post. Unfortunately, I have to focus on other priorities and put this aside.
Fair warning this super speculative, just in case that’s not your cup of tea.
TLDR
I think the world of Teyvat takes place within a singularity that formed when a bough (main branch) of an Imaginary Tree was impacted by an “intruder”, which formed a knot. To isolate the intruder an artificial False Sky was created forming a Pearl that adds layers with each samsara. Being an imaginary world within a Tree makes sense because it’s a world of gods, dragons, and knights, which are also architypes used throughout history to depict common themes. This could also be why Teyvat is a world of different mythologies, philosophies, theologies, literary works, because they are all part of the collective body of knowledge, the collective “truth” of the Tree.

Creators of Hoyoverse
Franz Kafka said, “The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisible, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.” Each region represents one aspect of the “truth” of the world, because no one thing can fully embody it. So, if the “truth” is lies told by the ones telling the story, then what can we learn from the creators?
We know they studied computer science and that they are fans of Neon Genesis Evangelion. NGE is an anime that creates a world where the characters “are called upon to understand the ultimate cause of events and the motives behind human action”. NGE draws inspiration from Shinto, Judaism, Christianity, Kabbalah, and Freud and Jung. Their first game FlyMe2theMoon used NGE theme song as it’s ending credit.

Carl Jung
Carl Jung is known for his exploration of the psyche. He used the I Ching as a basis for his archetypes and argued that Alchemy is the basis for the psychoanalytical process. Jung's journey of Self is the process of individuation, where one integrates the aspects of personality. “Jung recognized many dream images as representing the Self, including a stone, the world tree...and the Christ.”
Jung is famous for his theory of the collective unconscious, which is a sea surrounding the conscious Self that houses the architypes. “Archetypes are universal organizing themes or patterns that appear regardless of space, time, or person. Appearing in all existential realms"..."they are organized as themes in the unus mundus".
Genshin: I think Teyvat is a singularity, the unus mundus, the world outside of time, a world of architypes, where our collective dreams come to life through our imagination. It’s a world like a Pearl that’s being cultivated through each generation as humanity collectively grows and learns, like a living book of stories that continues to add chapters.

Jung’s Allegory for Truth
“Jung believed that we are ALL fragmented and divided, and knowingly or not, we’re all searching for our souls.”
Jung used an allegory for Truth as rays of light, where white light in its diversity of colors symbolized a common Truth and common property of mankind. The allegory is of a gigantic prism in front of the sun that breaks up the rays of light. A person living under the blue ray perceives the sun sends only blue light, but this is only a fragment of the truth. The same goes for other regions. “And they will all scourge and slay one another to force their fragmentary truth on the others–until, grown wiser through traveling in each other’s regions, they come to the unanimous view that the sun sends out light of different colors. That is a more comprehensive truth, but it is still not the truth. Only when a giant lens has recombined the split-up rays…will a view arise more in accordance with the truth, and men will perceive that the sun emits white light which is split up by the prism.”
Genshin: This feels very applicable with the Colors of the Rainbow achievement and our journey to find the “truth of this world”, which does appear to be a journey of the Self that is a universal process of discovery echoed in all epic tales, represented by a figurative Tree. The Traveler mentions that they are regaining their power and in FlyMe2theMoon Kiana is collecting soul stones in search of the Truth.
Makoto says to Ei that she should have “imparted these ideas to you a little at a time, to dissuade you from your pursuit of stillness”. Makoto and Ei may be foreshadowing what is happening as we walk through the worlds to the region of stillness, Snezhnaya.
“The Giant Voice Inside the Head”, the Sinner is a giant prism in the shape of a mandorla, the almond (vesica piscis), the philosopher's stone, the Pearl/Heart. The Sinner speaks to people in their mind and might force their fragment of truth on people. After bestowing the powers of the abyss to Chlothar, he returns to the Unknown Sanctuary to discover the Sinner is gone, but feels this "awesome and wondrous power flowing through his mind and body". Rhinedottir also found the Heart of Naberius and disappeared. This could mean that the Sinner is quite literally growing wiser by walking in other people’s shoes.

Sigmund Freud
Freud’s Wolf Man dreamt of 6-7 wolves in a Tree which Freud interpreted as manifestations of a primal past trauma (fear of castration). In Greek/Roman mythology Saturn was castrated by Jupiter symbolically cut off the sky. So, wolves may represent nightmares stemming from when the Heavens were cut off. The riftwolves are described as “echoes left from the battles fought so many years ago”.
“The universe has no beginning and no end, and so it was with the land that once was. But this matters not to us, for the land that bears us no longer has anything to do with that eternity without start or ceasing." — So said the lone sage, Aberaku, to the first Sunchild (Abrax/God)
Freud also defined “delusions” as ‘applied like a patch over the place where originally a rent had appeared”. So, delusions are the minds attempts to repair gaps within itself, missing information…like about a God perhaps…maybe an Unknown one? Guizhong tells Zhongli to forget about the dumbbell and Greater Lord Rukkhadevata says “world…forget me…”. This could be the same event from two different perspectives.

Tree of Imaginary Numbers
If Teyvat is a knot in the Tree, then what exactly is the Tree? The Tree of Life is a figurative representation of the cosmic process of creation in cultures all over world. They are directly comparable, and many have related them including Carl Jung and Aleister Crowley the beast himself.
The Confucianist Diagram of the Supreme Ultimate is one of these trees that has two paths: 1) Zhou Dunyi's Taijitu is the natural process of creation and destruction, and 2) Chen Tuan's Wujitu describes the internal alchemic process of achieving immortality (neidan).
The Tree is an archetype, so it is echoed from the microcosm to the macrocosm, meaning it’s a replicated process of creating a universe, a person, a fruit, etc. So, we as people are also universes and “Trees” of life and death, and our bodies are “cauldrons” for internal alchemy.

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Genshin: This same idea is reflected in the game when Araja gave his body to become the Tree of Dreams to continue to sustain the dream for everyone. Each of the Vasara Trees have their own Trees of Dreams inside their consciousness, like inception trees. This could also imply Teyvat requires sacrifices to maintain the world.
In the Confucianist Diagram North is at the bottom of the Tree, while South is at the top. Have you ever noticed that the map of Teyvat does not have a compass? If Mondstadt is the “Crown of the North”, then this puts the Tsaritsa in the West. Her being in the West is significant, because that’s the home of the Icy Queen Mother who is a central figure in China and the one who stole the Pearl.

A Knot in the Tree
Knots are formed when a dead branch and new growth on a tree mix together, which reanimates the dead branch. It’s possible that Teyvat is a dead “bough” reanimated, a world between life and death, where the two are mixing together.
Carl Jung's The Seven Sermons to the Dead: “Man is a portal through which one enters from the outer world of the gods, demons and souls, into the inner world, from the greater world into the smaller world...In this world, man is Abraxas [God], who gives birth to and devours his own world.”
The Primordial One created four “Shining Shades” of themself and shades are undead. The lone sage has sinshades. The Archons have demon names and could be the seven Po (shen/spirits), the angels the hypostases (jing/essence). Genies and Jinn are also spirits. Seelies in Scottish ballads are wights which are undead. Foxes are also believed to be transmigrated souls of deceased human beings.

Dragon Spirits of the Tree
Dragons are “Spirits of the Way”, the way being the Path of Tao, the Tree of Life. They are also Guardians of the Flaming Pearl, which is another description for the philosopher's stone as cold fire.
Genshin: If dragons are spirits of the Tree then this could mean Teyvat is a microcosmic world…within a person…maybe even the one we are ultimately supposed to help in the Trevail Trailer. The threads of fate may be the ley lines as the meridians in the body, and the “her” we are supposed to rescue could be actually be Teyvat itself, but as a fractured person?
“This body is the noblest and most eminent of all in this world. It should hold absolute control over this world. It once promised its people a dream: the never-changing ‘eternity.’” —Beelzebul, Vajrada Amethyst Gemstone
“My body is my power, my power is my life!” – Kiana Kaslana, FlyMe2theMoon

A Pearl in the Sea
The Pearl is a symbol for the Philosophers Stone, the final product of alchemy, and it is also a symbol for the Divine Child, the Magnum Opus. There are many symbols for the philosopher’s stone including a grain of gold, a seed of life, a Golden Flower, the almond, the Third Eye, the hexagram, the Seal of Solomon.
Pearl creation is a unique process where “the mineral and organic parts go together like bricks and mortar.” Mollusks make pearls by putting layers of nacre around intruders, such as grains of sand or parasitic worms, to isolate and provide protection from them. So, if someone succeeded in creating the philosophers stone through internal alchemy, then it’s entirely possible that the “false sky” was created to isolate them resulting in the bottle world of Teyvat.
The trigrams mandala look like a layered Pearl and a Tree. The representation of the Taoist Tree as a toroidal process looks like a singularity between a white and a black hole, so possibly three singularities or Dantians (elixir fields). King Deshret’s Mausoleum also resembles the Torus shape and is a representation of an incomplete Merkabah. To complete the process Heaven and Earth unite to form a light body, the Merkabah. With Deshret’s Mausoleum it appears heaven and earth are not united and the process is incomplete.

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Time: Eonothem and Eon
The interesting thing about both pearls and Trees is their relation to “time”. Pearls and Tree rings both have layers of “time” captured within them. Dendrochronology for example is the science of Tree Ring dating.
This brings to mind the Artifact set with Eonothem and Eon, but both of these are in geologic time, like layers of a Pearl. The Goblet of Eonothem is the whole Pearl, or if going by Mondstadt’s analogy, it’s the library, our collective body of knowledge. The Sands of Eon are books written by previous generations, layers of history, bodies of work that nurture and inspire new dreams. The circlet of logos is the current author writing their story. The plume of death is that which is eternal, like a quill that is set down and picked back up again. The Flower of Life is the Magnum Opus, the completed work that gets added to the library, seeding life and inspiring the next generation of authors.

What is the Process of the Tree?
Wuji (zero, void) → Taiji (one supreme ultimate) → Yin and Yang (two polarities, heaven/Shen and earth/Jing) → Gateway of the Mysterious Female (spiral portal of creation, heaven/earth/void) → Sixiang (four faces of God and Four Symbols) → Wuxing (five agents of change) → Bagua (eight trigrams, the building blocks of life) → Yin-Yang (balance, Taijitu)
I cannot explain all this well with relation to Genshin and HSR together, so I would recommend reading Mitternachts Waltz and Imbibitor Lunae’s Character Story.
Wuji (without pole, non-self) is the limitless void described as a Sea of Qi. “Wuji is synonymous with Qi” and is home to all images including the Great Mother Wujimu, the unborn ancient mother. Likely the Sea of Quanta as dreams, memories, and potential, the origin and end.
“Life that came from the primordial sea is inevitably fated to return to it. But there are infinite possibilities for humans to transcend, and even the waters of the primordial sea cannot completely dissolve them...” —Boethius, Sublimation of Pure Sacred Dewdrop
Taiji (supreme pole, highest self): “Taiji is the process between Wuji and Yin Yang. It is the hidden force (the creative energy) which is able to lead Wuji into the division of Yin Yang and also lead the divided Yin Yang back into the unity of Wuji.”
Precious Scripture of the Dragon-Flower: “After the emergence of the Ancient Awakened, heaven and earth were established; after the rise of the Eternal Venerable Mother, Former Heaven was established. The Eternal Venerable Mother [wujimu] conceives from herself and begets yin and yang. The yin is the daughter and the yang is the son. Their names are Fuxi and Nüwa respectively.”
Genshin: How does a mother begets children of herself? I think this played out with Makoto and Ei, which is why Inazuma was such a tricky story to tell.

The Three Treasures
The analogy for understanding the three treasures is of a candle. The wax and wick are the energy of Jing that is consumed during life, the flame is Qi the life-force that animates the body, and Shen is the rainbow aura of light (mendorla) surrounding the flame.
Jing is material essence, ousia, hypostasis, seed/egg containing blueprints, DNA from the ancestors, "god's mouthpiece", one's fate/destiny, and Heaven’s command. Kanji for Jing is uncooked rice in the Dantian (cauldron).
Qi is cosmic breath, pneuma, consciousness units, stars, the divine spark, the material-energy needed for movement. Kanji for Qi is cooked rice with vapors.
Shen is the basis for all existence, it's the psyche, true self, divine spirit, mind-heart, our eyes, awareness, consciousness. Kanji for Shen has a symbol for lightning and rock. Shen has a chord connecting us to the divine and descends into the body upon birth.
Genshin: Aether is an essence medium (Jing) for consciousness units (Qi) and Lumine means to sparkle or flash brightly (Shen). Paimon is our mouthpiece, described like a star, and is “a little rainbow balloon floating in the air, and her string seems to extend upward, to somewhere above the sky itself.” Paimon may be the personification of the Pearl as a person (she is always hungry like a black hole). This makes the reference to “emergency food” make way more sense since the boy ate the pearl.
The Treasure's colors in art are blue-Qi, red-Shen, and yellow-Jing. The Unknown God uses all of these, and she separates the twins as Yin and Yang. She is also wearing White for Heaven and death. So, is the Unknown God the Mother from the Heavens, the driving force of change? She did kickstart our journey through Teyvat.
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Wuxing
The Wuxing are the five processes or agents of change, the five heavenly beasts, that generate the eight Trigrams, which are the building blocks of life. They may be associated with the five Egyptian souls, five kosha, five types of spirit Shen, Freud’s analytical theory, and the Jungian architypes.
In addition to Shen (phoenix) there are Hun and Po which are dual souls, the eyes of Yin-Yang. Hun is the dark etheric, cloud soul and Po is the light animal, corporal, instinctual soul, "dregs". There are three Hun (three treasures) of the mind and seven Po spirits that govern the body. Yi is logos and intellect. Zhi is willpower “the light of consciousness buried in darkness of the waters of the unconscious”. “Water is the turning point, the end that is also the beginning. When the water turns, the cycle begins—and without water, there is no turning.”
Genshin: Venti may represent Hun and the Tsaritsa Po, he arrives like a bird spirit, is deathly allergic to cats, and has his Gnosis stolen from his heart by La Signora, who may represent the Queen Mother.

The Secret of the Golden Flower
The motto of alchemists is V.I.T.R.I.O.L. which stands for "Visit the interior of the earth and [by] purifying [yourself] you will find the hidden stone". “Outer alchemy refers to the concoction of an elixir of immortality,” while neidan, “inner alchemy…uses the energies of the human body as the ingredients.”
Through meditation inner alchemy undergoes three stages: 1) Root - Jing to Qi: Jing is the Yin that gives birth to an immortal embryo, a mysterious pearl, or golden flower. 2) Heart - Qi to Shen: Gestation of immortal embryo. 3) Third-Eye reunites Shen with Void: Through meditation Yin is transformed into a pure yang body and luminous spirit (Yuan Shen) that merges with cosmic energy.

The Bright Pearl and The Dragon Pearl
There are two folktales: 1) the Bright Pearl made by the Dragon and the Phoenix that was stolen by the Queen Mother of the West and locked behind 9 gates, and 2) the Dragon Pearl eaten by a boy who becomes a Dragon.
I think these are dual aspects of the same story in two parts: Genshin and HSR. They may also take inspiration from Faust: A Tragedy in two parts. Part one is at a microcosmic level, the internal world with Mephisto and Faust, and Part two is the macrocosmic level and society. Both stories together are considered to be the magnum opus.
HSR may be the macrocosm where live worlds are “dead” inside (broken mirroHeart). Stellarons sound like Pearls and the Tree is an archetypal process that gets replicated, so if someone altered the architype...it might make a cancer of all worlds.
On the Jewelry Shop in Mondstadt there is what looks to be the Pearl, like the HSR loading screen, and a book representing our story. We have maybe…an inception thing, where the numbers of the clock represent the cosmic egg shell as a moon, then the sleeping/dead moon is also a seed of life with four shades, and then the three circles cut off by the hands are the three treasures within the sleeping moon, like a “dream within a dream” or an eclipse. The clock is frozen at 12:45am which may be Hexagram 12 Standstill and Hexagram 45 Gathering Together. The arrow potentially represents stopping time and a pierced heart.

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Knots: Seal of Solomon and the Ark of the Covenant
Zhongli’s meatball is Solomon’s knot, also called a lover’s knot, or the Seal of Solomon. Despite being called a knot, it is actually a link of four rings and its symbol is a hexagram. The ring gave Solomon the power to command shedim (demons) and jinn (spirits). According to Wen’s book, the Trigrams of Heaven and Earth combined are the equivalent to the Seal of Solomon (Merkabah).
Teyvat means “Ark” in Hebrew and a covenant is a written contract with God for protection of the people. The Ark of the Covenant was an acacia wood chest, maybe Egyptian in origin, said to house YHWH (demiurge). The Ark collected sins that needed to be cleansed through ritual. There were four rings fastened to four feet and two poles through them. The golden lid or mercy seat had two cherubim symbolizing the two becoming one, their wings stretched out to form a complete circle.
The Ark contained what seems like alchemical ingredients?
1) Two sacred stone tablets of the law endowed with life (betyles) and two statues of YHWH and Ashera, the Demiurge and Goddess of the tree and the almond flower.
2) A golden pot of “hidden” Manna: "A fine flaky substance"..."which became a coriander seed in size but white in color."
3) Aaron's rod, a walking stick that “miraculously sprouted blossoms and almonds" that Moses parted the Red Sea with.
Solar Pearl: “legendary orb of Liyue. It once absorbed all the light in the world, but was kept inside a wooden box for millennia…the master craftsman Kunwu once took the light of the heavenly bodies and sealed it in a wooden box. Kunwu then buried that box deep inside a dark rocky chamber, where it remained in pitch blackness"..."till finally the pearl within had absorbed the shine of the sun and moon. Just as Kunwu finished polishing the Solar Pearl, the splendor of the heavens shone down and a crimson moon filled the sky.”

Genshin Trees
Let's look at some (not all) of the trees in Genshin and the hypostases. Apologies, I did not finish analysis here, but it paints an interesting picture along with the Trevail trailer.
Mondstadt
Mondstadt has an unnamed Tree in Windrise where Vanessa (phanes) ascended to godhood, next to a stream connecting it to the Sea. At the coast, there is a knight named “Mack” (son of) watching over two kids named “Will” (resolute protector) and “Jill” (child of the gods) who are near a crashed ship. There is a statue of seven surrounded by four pedestals, anemo crystal flies (almonds), windwheel asters (wisdom), and snapdragons (deception). Here we get the commission Leaves on the Wind, from Edith, who is the unnamed wife of Lot in Genesis who turns to salt. Vanessa may be analogous to Phanes as the Unknown God.
There’s also the Frostbearing Tree (frozen movement), “The ancient tree that should have slumbered forever under the ice and snow has sprouted scarlet sprouts anew.” We offer crimson agate (dragon’s blood) which brings life back to the dead tree.
Anemo Hypostasis: Beth, The Magician
Beth is the second letter of the Hebrew alphabet, but the first letter of the Hebrew bible, symbolic of man not knowing about the first principles of creation. Beth is the breath of life (Qi) as spirit (Shen). It represents paradox, creation, the vine, the universe, and a dwelling in lower reality (Jing). In tarot Beth is “The Magician” representing “man as the director of the force by which he transforms his consciousness”, symbolized by a house, yellow, Mercury, and three in one (dove, blood, water).

Liyue
The Wangshu Inn (Moon Goddess Guest House) tree is emerging from a rock, where it is rumored to house a secret and Zhongli says is to be protected. The Dragon Queller (Hidden Dragon) had the earth dragon Azhdaha (Dragon King) imprisoned underneath where he and the tree became merged. The Chinese name for the Dragon Queller is Fúlóng-shù, which could be a reference to the idiom fú lóng fèng chú (fortune, dragon, wind/phoenix, cook) meaning “hidden genius”, but with the fèng (wind/phoenix) removed.
Geo Hypostasis: Gimel, The High Priestess (The Moon)
Gimel is the third letter representing the holy spirit (Shen), man’s free choice, and God as the redeemer of mankind. In tarot Gimel is “the High Priestess” who represents union of opposites, connecting the two pillars of light and darkness. It is symbolic of the universal substance of mental energy representing water and the stone cube representing union of wisdom and life. It is also a camel, blue, the book of knowledge, and the scroll TORA of the law.
Notes: Zhong means “rice” and “Li” means reason. Zhongli is one of the eight Drunken Immortals known for Alchemy, making gold, and shapeshifting. Rex Incognito talks about his female form. He tested humanity to see if they could make it without him and does not appear to be affected by Irminsul changes. He fights and conquers Osial, who has five heads (Wuxing). He calls a knot from the sky from the same portal wishes come from, and he made a contract to end all contracts. Sus.

Inazuma Trees
Inazuma has the Sacred Sakura Tree which is a quaking aspen (world’s largest living organism) that was grafted to five side branches. The Sakura started as a seed of consciousness that was planted in the past from the future. The Sakura also collects filth that then has to be cleansed through ritual. The Sacred Sakura has five Thunder Sakura side branches (Wuxing) that are guarding or suppressing something under them.
Electro Hypostasis: Aleph, The Fool
Aleph is the first letter, zero, that is silent. It represents the bridge between the hidden aspect of God ein sof/void and mankind. Aleph also represents the paradoxical nature of experiencing God as both hidden and close, far and near. In tarot Aleph is “The Fool” or "bag of wind” represents the cosmic egg filled with pneuma (qi, breath) and is symbolized by the ox. It is also yellow, Uranus, white sun, a feather, and a white rose.
Notes: Inazuma could represent the mother who begets Yin and Yang of herself. Ei tried to make a puppet and give it a Gnosis but “failed”. Makoto gave a piece of her own essence and “succeeded”.

Sumeru Trees
Sumeru has the Divine Tree in the Avidya, or “ignorance”, forest that holds up the Sumeru Akademia. There are three levels where the hierarchy implies social status and people seek knowledge at the top. There is the Tree of Dreams which Araja gave his body to create, and of course there is Irminsul.
Sumeru Hypostasis: Zayin, The Lovers
Dendro Hypostasis is Zayin, the seventh letter meaning returning to light and understanding, or the sword of war that cuts up and separates to provide nourishment. In Tarot it is “the Lovers”, which represents discrimination, separation, and disposing intelligence between pairs of opposites (Adam and Eve) because it bears the fruit of knowledge of good and evil. It is symbolized by orange and Gemini.
Notes: Sumeru seemingly represents the Tree with three different Dantians or cinnabaelixir fields. The bottom of the Divine Tree is the market, the roots. The middle, the Heart of the city, houses knowledge. Then there is the Sanctuary of Surasthana (God) where you get the achievement “summit of wisdom” by climbing a branch near a bird.

Fontaine
Fontaine has the Wilting Weeping Willow that is sick and it is guarded by a Vishap (dragon-like) that is unaware of others like them, whose name is spelled backwards (inverted). To cleanse the Tree we need three Pearl keys.
Hydro Hypostasis: He, the Emperor
He the fifth letter means “behold” or “look”. It represents revelation, light, the five senses, the five levels of the soul, the god within the human heart. In tarot Heh is “the Emperor” representing reason and vision, the one who oversees and controls. It is red, a window, an orb, the key of life, Aries.
Notes: I think Fontaine represents “cutting the cord” and letting go the sins of the past. This symbolically sheds the crown of thorns, which falls to the floor in the cutscene with Furina and Egeria.

Pyro Hypostasis: Ayin, the Devil
Ayin is the sixteenth letter, representing the eye, primeval will, and means the choice of the will, or the heart. An evil eye, ayin ra, becomes a slave to the purposes of sin. In tarot “the Devil” represents bondage, mental inversion, and the delusion of outward figure that bestializes human consciousness. It is blue-violet, the black cube, Capricorn.
Cryo Hypostasis: Daleth, the Empress
Daleth is the fourth letter representing broken humanity and a door, or a choice to open ourselves up to hope and dreaming, or remaining closed off and alienated. In tarot it is “the Empress” who represents the Great Mother, divine love, and creative imagination. It is also symbolized by green, Venus, a star crown, the planets, the zodiac, wheat, and the forest.

Journey through the Hilinigmatic Terain
Let’s walk through one of the more recent events. Another event to revisit would be the Alchemical Ascension Event. For example, Lisa says that Jean secured initial funds, Jean) (American for Jing), Albedo and Sucrose provided the ingredients and equipment. Albedo is the light reflected off a surface (Shen). Sucrose is sugar, the body’s energy (Qi). Also, Paimon says to Lisa “you’ve been doing things behind the scenes this whole time?! Paimon just thought you were slacking off.” Lisa responds saying that she’s always been here and she’s “helpful when it counts”.
The Eclipse Tribe, one rock (Eon 1)
Mask (Outer world): “Nini movo muhe yoyo!” or “Storm to move love yoyo”. The love yoyo being Yin-Yang, the eclipse tribe is celebrating, and we must get to the bottom of what’s going on (descend?). I’m assuming the Mask is akin to the Persona, the person we become in each cycle.
Two Swords (Inner world): “Mi muhe ye!” or “I love you”. The description mentions a “named master within”, but it never names them. We battle what Paimon names the Mystifying Megachurl. There are five sunsettias, five wuxing. Two swords represent in the egg because “the rules of war are woven in the womb”. Maybe the creation of the immortal embryo.
The Meaty Tribe, two rocks (Eon 2)
Mask: “Nini movo mimi tomo!” or “Storm to move we friend”. The description says we need to “find the Truth”, so we explore the terrain. Moving a we friend…birth of the Primordial One?
Two Swords: “Domu a dada!” or “Dance of Dada”. Bears similarity to the Divine Ingenuity domain; the Hilichurl must have found its way in by mistake before discovering a way to use the domain’s power. Paimon feels bad that it’s all alone with cabbages while other hilichurls revel outside. The domain drops five cabbages, one is golden. One Primordial One and four shades?
The Sleepy Tribe, three rocks (Eon 3)
Mask: “Lata movo mosi yoyo!” or “Ice moves to eat yoyo!” The sleepy camp is filled with noise and we need to determine if this poses any danger before they complete their objective. This references both the Pearl stolen by the Icy Queen Mother and the Pearl eaten by the boy.
Two Swords: “la la la”. We can’t tell how this works, but the megachurl is using wind currents. This could represent the actions of the Sinner creating the pearl. Which…how could we know how this works?
Present, four rocks (Eon 4)
Two Swords: “Muhe dada!” or “Triumph Dada!” The hilichurl is getting stronger and gained control over the Divine Ingenuity features. “It’s best if we win quick to snap it out of its delusions” Eon 4 is absent the Mask, which could indicate a world cut off from reality, outside of time where the yoyo no longer moves.

Other Interesting Things
The creators made MiHoYo from their names, but additionally Mi means “secret” or “rice”, Ho means “phoenix”, and “yo” means “sunlight”. HoYo together also means "mother" or "hole" in Spanish (like a void mother?). So, rice, phoenix, sunlight, and secret mother. Yin-Yang: the circle surrounding the whole is the Hidden Tiger, Yin and Yang represent the wings of the phoenix, the two dots represent the triangle eyes of yin-yang, and between them is the square third-eye of Wuji.
The MiHoYo also logo looks like Wuji There is a circle representing the cosmic egg, the icy moon surrounded by a rainbow aura containing a seed of life. This is similar to the Treasure Hoarders symbol who were founded by “Reed Miller”, someone who harvests and grinds grains into flour. There’s the Sea of Quanta and the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, and in quantum physics the first empty shell (void) is called the “K shell” and Shen is also known as the force that generates numbers.
Genshin is translated as “yuan shen”, meaning “original spirit”, where yuan means "headspring; source; root” and Shen “means ‘deep thinker’, ‘deep thought’, or ‘spirit’”. Impact means “the action of one object coming forcibly into contact with another”. Yuan is yuán qì, primordial or ancestral Qi, DNA, and karma of past lives, Jing. So, Jing Shen impact.

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Hexagram 30: Clarity
In the Records of Jueyin Volume 4 “At a far-flung moment in the distant past, the ancestor of the seelie met a traveler from afar, with whom they swore an oath of union witnessed by the three sisters of the Lunar Palace. Just thirty days later, a sudden disaster struck.”
Hexagram 30 “Clarity” describes what one achieves through meditation and Yi, logos. Hexagram 30 brings a message of “When you can appreciate nature’s power to break through all barriers, you will discover that this same power is inside of you.” It is accompanied by the quote “Life is a pure flame and we live by an invisible sun within us.” The Hidden Influence is Hexagram 28 “Critical Mass” and if we look at the underlying cause it’s Hexagram 29 “Abyss”. This could be interpreted as someone responding to the Abyss (death) by using their own innate power within, a critical mass, to break through all barriers (spacetime, life-death).

Final Thoughts
I have nothing but incredible respect for Mihoyo as a company. This reads like a love letter to humanity, it’s our collective story, our history. It’s our journey, where we get to explore and adventure through time to experience different cultures and perspectives. A world within a singularity, a world of our collective architypes and memories. A world outside of time that is both a knot in the Tree and a Pearl in the Sea. And it’s absolutely a gem.
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2024.04.15 23:01 fig_roll_chomper Why the Netherlands create the worst people on Earth: A scientific reason for the enshittification of all "persons" who live in Dutch territory

Why the Netherlands create the worst people on Earth: A scientific reason for the enshittification of all
Ladies and (let's be realistic, mostly just) Gentlemen, good evening. As a resident of the Isle of Saints and Scholars, I always knew, someday, I'd use my natural scholarly abilities (more on the topic of national traits later) to somehow further human knowledge and understanding, and today, finally, the time has come.
For too long now, all the top philosophers in our glorious European institutions of learning have been too busy pretending to ponder the deep questions in between huffing glue to recognise the TRUE mystery at the crux of all things; the mystery is not what is life, or consciousness, or anything like that. Those are simple, mere trifles - the answers are, respectively, tasty when grilled and a pain in the arse. No, gentlemen; the mystery has always been The Dutch.
Has there ever been a more bizarre group than our beloved and beloathed Jan and his countrymen? Capable of being simultaneously tall, blond and blue-eyed and also deeply unsettling to lay eyes upon, Jan is from a nation which has been extraordinarily wealthy for centuries and yet he keeps his wallet closed tighter than a duck's anus, even around dear friends. He's more of an enigma than the reason why Barry never turns 64. (hint: balconies)
And yet, I believe I have cracked this case at long last. You see, as an Irishman, I'm painfully aware that one can't choose ones' neighbours. It's a well accepted belief in this community of nations that we have all influenced each other in a push-and-pull of cultural exchange and bloody, bloody warfare for centuries. But what if it goes deeper than mere human exchanges of trade and relationships? What if.. it's a spiritual phenomenon?
My thesis, gentlemen, is thus: every nation beams out rays infused with that nation's spiritual essence, their very Landesgeist, in a grand wave, stretching across vast distances. These waves start out strong, get weaker as the wave spreads out, and have potent psychic potential when the come into contact with human minds. Even the most dull people of the earth have enough sensitivity of mind to pick up these psychic nation waves; their influence cannot be escaped.
"But Paddy!" I hear you keen readers cry, "What has this to do with the Dutch?!" Patience. All will be revealed.
Now, understanding the basic science behind national psychic beams, we can observe a few key qualities of these phenomena. Namely:
• They behave like waves continuously generated in the spiritual heart of a given country. • They have the power to influence minds with which they come into contact.
The second point explains how these beams influence people - in the case of minds which are blank slates, complete tabula rasa, like children, the rays imbue gives that blank, featureless mind full of potential with a sacred gift: Nationality.
But the first point brings some troubling implications. When waves come into contact with other waves, they create interference patterns. Sometimes, these are beautiful and complex interactions, tastefully blending the best of both countries and unlocking a wonderful synergy - who among us could resist the charms of Alsace-Lorainne/Elsaß-Lothringen? The region is, of course, a textbook example of the effect the meeting of two powerful psychic fronts can have on a population. They're not fully Pierre; they're not fully Hans. The bad cancels out, the good in each is magnified.
Consider, however, the addition of a THIRD influence - If Barry were to make this front a three-way interference pattern, the damage psychic waves this powerful would have on a developing mind would be incalculable! It would lead to confusion, despair, and several deeply contradictory traits.
Fortunately, the creator of Europe foresaw this, and in their divine wisdom, saw fit to lock this triple point deep in the north sea, where the innocent people of the world would never have to deal with Barry, Pierre, and Hans all at the same time. Unfortunately, they haven't been paying much attention, and would be horrified to learn everybody's favourite Swamp Germans have made their country on that specific part of the sea, exposing them to mind-meltingly powerful psychic beams of Germanness, Englishness, and Frenchness. Nobody can fit all that into one national character, and so they've created a scenario where all the good traits have cancelled out, leaving nothing but the bad. The following list is just a small number of examples of what this has done to poor Jan:
• Barry has given Jan a colonialism-inspired financialisation culture where money rules above all else, without the lovable eccentricities and foibles which (partially) redeem our dear island neighbours.
• Pierre has given Jan all the snooty arrogance of the French with none of the fine wines to actually back it up.
• Hans has given Jan his deeply bureaucratic compulsions with none of the... um.. well, I'm sure Germany has positive traits too, but the main point is Jan didn't get any of them.
Of course, this is still only a theory. There are some kinks to be ironed out, and more experimentation will be needed. Which is why I'm turning to you, 2westerneurope4u; please, if you have any further insights into why the Dutch fucking suck, please, for the good of Science, I inplore you, let us hear your tales.
And while some of you may call my theories "utter fucking horseshit" and some of you may be thinking "God, deze man heeft net uitgelegd waarom niemand ons Nederlanders mag. Barry... Pierre... Hans... wij hebben alleen hun negatieve eigenschappen...", I assure you, I am a scientist, and have carried out my research with only the interests of human knowledge at heart. I have not been motivated by a deep hatred of those poxy Dutchmen in the slightest. Please be civil and scientific in the comments.
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2024.04.14 20:01 NoBuy8212 A Short Story - hopefully someone will enjoy it :)

Hey folks! This is a short story I'd written a while back. I've put it into a not so good short story collection I've self published. Hopefully some can enjoy it - feel free to critique :)

LEANNE

1

The sky had spread blue that summers morning, and the idea of riding the town-bus west to the sanded coast pricked at Leanne from the moment she woke to the gold inflected day. The picturesque July summer's day, worthy of camera's snap in every direction, had watered a blossoming within her shriveled soul. Standing by the window of the parlour, she peered through the curtain nets, and watched the business of the street. Across the road, the portly white-aproned baker, Tony, stood with his arms folded leaning against the door-frame. Eyelids shut, he tilted his face towards the sky, bathing in the sun's rays. A few doors down, Aunt Marie had laid out the furniture outside the second-hand shop, and cloth in hand, she wiped at the old, knobby legged, table which had now not found a home for three months. Beside the second-hand shop, Mr Howells, sat behind a cash-till, and peered out from the dusty glass front of the convenience store. The man's eyes were glued straight by the day-dreams he often inhabited, a thing which began on the passing of his wife to tuberculosis five years ago. A woman pushed a white-wheeled, red pram along the pavement, stopping behind the telephone box to give way to Mr Hermes, a resident of a flat down the road. Hunched forward and hatted black, the old man pressed his walking stick against the concrete, and gingerly raised a hand in thanks as he passed. As she began to step away from away from the window, Leanne caught Little Marco's black tattered shoes hurrying down the street. A piece of paper flailing in his hand, the boy bolted into the convenience store, and Mr Howells turned away from his dreaming to receive his greeting. Leanne stood a few moments longer, a half-smile stretching her lips as she guessed the boy's shopping list, ever ripped from his mother's yellow covered notebook and pressed against his small chest once carefully revised under her spectacled eyes. It was then, at her periphery, strolling along the pavement, a man stepped into sight. And clutching his hand, came to view a woman dressed in green pea-coat. Her auburn hair hung draped over a shoulder, and even in the distance, her eyes held the glint of bliss, and her smile shone full and hearty. The couples unheard conversation culminated in laughter and a shared look.
That aged and fattened dread crawled up and around Leanne's heart as if an ominous furry black spider. It pierced deep into her being. Her lips had fallen flat, and the pull of the blue skies and the bursting golden sun had grown weak, and a little of yesterday's paralysis began to infest her thoughts. Before that moment, a long-lost glint of hope had visited Leanne that morning, but at the snap of fingers, at the quick snatching of an invisible hand, it felt the thing had departed. Maybe the beach can wait.
Padding along the hallway, which was lighted by a small square window at the far end, Leanne ran her fingers along the pale blue walls. It's prickly surface irrated her fingertips and allowed her a little escape from the dullness. At the hallway's dimly end, her bare soles stilled against the wooden floors as she gazed at the long gold-rimmed mirror pinned against the wall. The thing had once been pinned below the window at the far end of the passage, which allowed the day's light to show her mould in vividness, but nowadays the girl preferred her seeing to be in the shadows, away from the harshness of light. And yet still, under the cloak of grey which allowed a visual discreetness, she found difficulty escaping the truth of her sight. The girl's unkept brown hair seemed a suitable nest for a Robin bird, and her hazel eyes held a look of utter placidness as if those of a retail-store manequin. Her acqualine nose, once her favored feature, pointed out large and gnarled. And her cheeks hung hollowed and unfed. Protruding bones riddled below her neck, dissapearing under her white cotton night dress. Leanne's mother, a reserved yet domineering woman who threw little praise upon anything, had often called her the prettiest thing on Gods' planet, and though the girl would smile after her sweet words, and on ocassion blush with reddened cheeks, for many long years, prettiness had failed to show its face.
She entered the musty kitchen, jerking open the rigid back-door to the garden to let in the morning's fresh air. A kettle boiled water on the stove. A cup awaited holding a tea bag. A saucer escaped a cupboard to present a croissant. With her cup of tea, Leanne walked into the the dining room, and seated herself at the small mahogany table which held two chairs. The tea was almost white with a generous serving of milk and had gone cold following but two sips. The croissant remained untouched. With her finger hooking the handle of the cup which remained on a coaster, the girl stared for a while, somewhere between the world and her thoughts. Soon, the barking of the dog inhabiting the neighbours' garden knocked at her head, and woke her once again.
She glanced towards the old wooden clock. 4.20pm. She rose from the table and began for the kitchen, only to stop at the threshold. 4.20pm? That can't be right. She looked again, her eyes squinted. The thin seconds-hand was not ticking, the battery must have died. She wondered how long it had been as such, a day, a month, or even years. Her eyes fell on the mantel below it which held a few decorative ornamnets. A brass miniature cannon, and an ancient Egyptian cat relic, black as charcoal amongst others possessing less character. Poking out from behind a vase was a gold rimmed picture-frame. A pang of guilt rippled through Leanne's limbs, and she shuffled past the table, pinching the frame out. It was her mother, and herself, sat on the bench edging the sanded coast. He father stood behind the camera that afternoon, and just as he thumbed the snapper, her mother's face contorted at buzzing of a bee which had nested in her hair. At that moment, the laughs and screams had crashed to the shore, and heads, speckled along the sand, had turned from their broken peace. Maybe a trip to the coast would be good.
After breakfast, and a hard-handed washing and drying of the crockery, she headed upstairs to shower. In her bedroom, she slung on her favourite yellow summer dress, and pressed on cherry-red liptsick, and shouldered her blue carry bag which she stuffed with hurriedly made salmon and cheese sandwich sliced into two, and a bottle of water. She stepped outside. The summer sun coated her skin with a pleasing warmth as she walked down Auberry Lane towards the bus stop. The slouched old man, gripping his walking stick ambled ahead. Leanne slowed her steps, and walked behind him until he turned into his apartment building, holding the black metal rails as he ascended the stairs. At the bus stop stood no other for Leanne to query how much time had passed since their arrival. However she knew the town bus passed along about every twenty minutes. Perching on the wood planked seating, she heard it's rumbling engine arriving after the passing of a few minutes. The metal doors squealed open, and she hopped on, paying the fare before seating herself by a window. On the bus sat only two others, a gaunt woman chewing on a small dip of tobacco, and a portly man, his ruddy plump cheeks filmed with sweat as he sat fanning himself with the day's paper. She alighted the bus on Broad Street and ambled towards the coast. As she walked along the line of stores with their doors open and ready for the flood of people due in sweltering noon, she picked up the smallest loaf of freshly baked bread from a stall. Wrapped in white paper, she clutched it against her side. The gleaming white sanded coast came to sight.

2

Leanne's soles pressed along the white sand, and she ambled ahead until her toes were wettened by the shore. Raising a hand across her forehead, as the other held her white heels, she squinted out to the sea. The diamond ring on her finger bursted with light, glinting under the sun. A small white boat coasted in the distance, and the pigeons with outstretched wings glided above. With her yellow dress fluttering against the light breeze, she walked down the coastline, and glanced towards the families seated on blankets, food baskets at their feet. Children laughed aloud and chased another, pocking the sand with their small feet, and running up to the shore. They entered the water till it covered their knees, at which point shouts flew from parents, pleading them to return. Leanne chuckled and smiled towards all. After a while, when she felt the weight against her calfs, she found a bench egding the sand and plodded herself down. She set the loaf of bread beside, and removed the water bottle from her bag to drink. In the distance another family strolled on to the sand, stepping away from the street. The perfect family potrait. A father, a young boy, an even younger girl, and a mother. Leanne was unable to make out the faces, but she pictured them holding smiles, and hearts filled with unbridled gaeity. They turned towards the shore.
A pigeon landed at Leanne's foot, and she chuckled at its knowing. She hoisted the small loaf of bread on to her lap, and unwrapped the white paper. Pinching specks of bread, she threw the pieces against the sand. The bird scuttled towards with a few flaps of its wings, and picked at the bread. Another landed, and more, each bobbing their heads as they pressed along the sand. Soon a multitude of coos belled at Leanne's feet. Hoping to meet her orders, she quickened in her ripping of the bread, the pieces pulled even smaller to ensure no beak was left untouched. When the bread was all eaten up, and the birds flew away after their brief wait for more, Leanne removed her salmon and cheese sandwich from her bag. She chewed watching a small boat sailing along ocean. The pale gold ring centered with a brilliant diamond caught her eyes. She tilted her hand and stared at it a while before returning her gaze to the sea, a new dullness filling her chest.

3

Strips of grey clouds gathered in the distance, and a mild breeze danced around Leanne's neck. Picking up her bag, she stepped off the paled sand, and walked along the town's busy roads. The narrow streets were filled with many walking along the pavements, heading towards the coast. Cars holding families and couples, hatted and shaded, wizzed along. Leanne decided she would walk towards home until she tired before she hopped on the bus. On Bitley Road she walked into the small cafe beside the town's postal office. The smells of blueberry muffins and coffee wafted through the quiet shop, and at the white wooden counter she ordered a milk tea and a caramel tart. The brown haired and white aproned waitress smiled as she jotted down the order in the notebook at her hand. Leanne shuffled between the pale blue tables, seating herself by the window.
Sipping the warm milk tea from the white porcelain cup, her eyes dribbling down the postcards marking the yellow wall adjoing the entrance door, she thought of all the places around the world she had forever wanted to visit. One particular postcard caught her eyes. The glossy rectangle held the picture of huge elephants with raised trunks, treading along orange muddied plains. Trees stood scattered in the distance. In italic font, to the top right of the card, was the name of the country, India. She sipped the tea, enjoying its warmth against her lips. The diamond of her ring glinted with light. And once again, caught at her eyes. Once all but crumbs of the caramel tart muffin the white saucer, she rose from her chair, and waved her thanks to the waitress.
She stepped out of the cafe, and her face held a new solemness as she started back home. After a short while, she veered on to Millham Street, her white heels striking the pavemet harder with every step. The weight within was growing heavier. A child in passing, wearing a blue cap, looked towards her and smiled, and as much as Leanne tried, a smile felt a thing impossible now. The petite child looked away, his lips fallen flat. She soon found herself stepping along Pearl Street, the road she had avoided the year past, and sought to avoid in the year ahead. But her feet carried her foward as if she had no will to take her away. Soon the thoughts went silent. Her feet marched along.

4

Lustorous green hedges surrounded the modest detached house, and its thickness did well to hide Leanne who crouched behind. Creeping along, moving closer to the house, she felt her dull heart thud against her chest. She stilled her feet on the nieghbour's muddy lawn, and took in a deep breath then rose on her tiptoes, and peered over the hedges. The parlour's curtains were undone, allowing clear sight of the beautifully adorned room. A little child sat on the couch, her hair curly above her blue dress. Beside her, a woman held up a magazine. Soon another child ran into view, a toy car in hand, and a wonderful smile marking his chubby face. Taking caution having heard a rustle close by, Leanne dipped her hand down, and monitored her surroundings. Her brown eyes flitted left and right. A furry squirrel scuttled along the hedges and climbed a tree nearing the curb. Once she felt safety come upon her again, Leanne rose once more and peered over hedges into the house. There he was. Tall and handsome, with thick black hair and shirted white. Placing the tray at hand on a table, he shared words with the woman before laughing and leaning forward for a kiss. The dullness had faded to an empitness. Leanne's eyes stilled. It is said the human body employs from the three choices of fight, flight or freeze when under attack. And it was the latter, freeze, which had gripped Leanne's emotions.
Stood there alone, her heart was unable to compute the hurt and the eternal anguish any longer. The blood pumping valves where sinched. And a coldness grew around her bosom. Her brown eyes, held within her placid and statued face, glanced upon the girl. White ice cream had slipped from her hand, and marked her blue dress. The little girl's eyes darted towards the boy, then back at the ice cream smudge, she looked towards the magazine held before her mother's face. She fingered the cream up and, leaning forward, pushed it against the face of the little boy. For a moment, the two children exchanged looks of curiousity, the girl unknowing if the boy would avenge his cheek, the boy comprehending the unprovoked assault. However in an instant of ethereal bliss, the two bellowed with laughter. Leanne's lips parted in gasp. Her eyes shimmered, and a tear grew at the edge of her eyelid. It slipped down her smooth cheek. The drop met the edge of smiling lips. Letting her eyelids glide close, she lifted her face towards the blue skies. The words escaped her mouth in pure truth. "I will be happy as I have been before".

5

Leanne's knock on the door was attended to by him. That man. The handsome one, tall and dark eyed. The one she once knew. The one she had once loved. The one who broke his oaths, and fell for another. He was aware of her hurting, of the pain his departing had caused. Stood at the threshold, his face held lips arched in a patronizing smirk. He pocted his hands, and held a knowing look. Leanne's eyes rose to meet his. As if the weight of the years past had all lifted from her jowls, Leanne produced the most wonderful and hearty smile. The edges of her lips sought to ascend to the heavens up high, lifting her heart amongst the twinkling stars. She twisted the diamond ring of her finger, and pressed it into his palm. She rubbed at the indent it had left aginst her skin, hoping to quickly remove the man out of all her existence. Aware of his new lowly state within Leanne's scales of value, a sunkenness quickly sketched on the man's face, and the smirk vanished to fallen lips. He stood as if frozen. Unable to speak, to comprehend.
Leanne turned, her yellow dress jostling at her shins, and stepped off the white porch, and with a spring in her white heeled step. Only, as her hand reached for the gate she felt as if an ocean of those furry black spiders was scuttling towards her. Her thoughts had frozen, her limbs trembling, her eyes fixed upon the skies. Her heart squealed and ferociously dance as if punctured. She struggled to catch her breath. It must all end. It must end now. As if hypnotized by a thing unseen within the fabric of reality her hand reached into her handbag. The cool steel was sharp against her palm. As she skipped home, her pearly teeth at last reaquinted with the day's light, a discordant melody of screams beamed into the air.
Crashing the front door closed, she bolted up the stairs, and pulled out her small black-leathered telephone book from the chest drawer. She grabbed a handful of jangling coins from her purse, and hurried out into the street. The old man, grey haired and hatted black, stilled his walking stick as he gave way to Leanne. She turned towards him, her lips wide and smiling, and she nodded in appreciation. The man lifted his head, and peered up towards her face, and his lips trembled as he spoke, 'You remind me of wife. She was the most beautiful girl in the world'. She waved towards Aunt Marie who stood outside the the second-hand shop with her hands pinned to her hips and her brows furrowed in wonder. Mr Howells smiled behind the dusty glass front of the convenience store. Leanne pushed into the phonebox, pinning the reciever between her cheek and shoulder. Marie's voice spilled through the clot of holes. As she whiffed the stench of salmon and blood curdled in her hand, Leanne spoke. 'Hey, hun. Let's do that holiday. India. I'm ready.'
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2024.04.14 08:46 dramaelektro De onverwachte belachelijk moeilijke zoektocht naar een deftige job

Veel bedrijven en sectoren schreeuwen moord en brand dat ze geen geschikte werknemers vinden, dat er te weinig mensen zijn die uberhaupt nog willen werken, dat vacatures maandenlang open blijven staan, etc.
Dit is echter niet mijn realiteit. Ik word dit jaar 39, ik heb een bachelor en een postgraduaat, ik heb volgens mij toch voldoende ervaring om tenminste iets deftigs te doen. Toch heb ik sinds pakweg begin 2023 tot nu in zijn geheel 3 maanden gewerkt en in de tussentijd continu en hoe langer hoe gevarieerder gesolliciteerd. Ik heb de tel al lang niet meer bijgehouden en als de VDAB vraagt om nog eens een sollicitatieproces te uploaden, dan stuur ik gewoon een screenshot van mijn verzonden mails of LinkedIn berichten. Honderden, makkelijk.
Maar moeilijk blijkt dus verder te komen dan een standaard kut antwoord "bedankt voor uw interesse, maar...". Uren en uren tijd verspild, hoop gevestigd, teleurgesteld om op den duur geen moeite meer te willen doen want waarom zou ik. De zeldzame keren dat het tot een kennismakingsgesprek komt of nog meer zeldzaam tot verdere sollicitatiestappen, tot de laatste stap toe, eindigen allemaal in teleurstelling en mijn onbegrip van 'wat the fuck hoe kan het dat ik hier niet voor word aangenomen'. Interimkantoren en recruiters zijn allemaal van die overenthousiaste huppelkutjes of KennethBoys die als ze al de moeite nemen om mijn profiel door te nemen, mij soms zelfs beloven dat ik de voorgestelde job ga krijgen en dan een week later hoor ik er niks meer van. Dat, of ik krijg telefoontjes voor de meest kutte jobs uit hun 'shitstapel'.
Ik begrijp het echt niet. Ik vind van mezelf dat ik een intelligent, capabel, communicatief persoon ben, er presentabel uitzie, snel aanpasbaar enzovoort. Sollicitatiegesprekken gaan doorgaans vlot, ik krijg dikwijls te horen dat ik aangenaam en vlot in de omgang ben.
En toch, na maanden en maanden te solliciteren voor jobs die ik al letterlijk gedaan heb, voor jobs die ik zonder twijfel zou kunnen doen, voor jobs waarvoor geen vorige ervaring vereist is, voor jobs waarvoor geen specifieke voor opleiding nodig is, voor jobs die high end zijn maar evengoed jobs low end die zelfs te min zijn voor 'ik ben maar tot mijn 14 naar school gegaan'.
What the fuck. Ik heb mijn CV al meerdere keren aangepast, dingen nét wel of net niet in de verf gezet, customized naar de job of juist general purpose van gemaakt. Hetzelfde met motivatiebrieven. Ik steek daar allemaal veel tijd en zorg in, maar de motivatie om dit te blijven doen is compleet weg. Ik heb een begeleider bij de VDAB en hoewel ze het goed meent, heb ik daar geen bal aan.
"Jobs, jobs, jobs". Nope, nope, nope. Ik weet het ook niet meer. Wat moet ik doen om een job te vinden, liefst nog een die bij mij past en qua inhoud en loon aangepast is naar de huidge tijd. Om een idee te geven dat ik ook naar low end jobs heb gekeken, maar ik heb geen goesting om voor 12 euro per uur bruto PMD te scheiden aan de band, ik zou dat denk ik veel minder erg vinden wanneer dat 18 euro zou zijn.
edit: yo mannen, lees de post met wél concrete info. Ik heb die simpelweg niet onmiddelijk in deze al lange post zelf gezet. Ik hoop wel degelijk wa leads te vinden, ge weet maar nooit. Tis ranten en purpose. Combideal.
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2024.04.11 21:07 yillybby222 Orders 1 & 2 out of 5 came in 🥹

Orders 1 & 2 out of 5 came in 🥹
I got my first real big girl job and got to partake in my first rouge sale, (thanks to a code given by a queen) i got to HIT ROUGE for the first time ever & got these goodies i can’t wait to open 🤩 the other 3 orders were very small so i’ll bundle em for another post when they get here :) ⭐️
items for clarity: - sephora depuffing & anti dark circle eye patches - foot mask - hand lotion - cotton pads (also got lip liner it was stuck on the side of the box oops but i got the wild at heart shade and it GLIDES SOOOOO NICE I WAS SO SHOOK) - summer favorites set - patrick ta blush brush - saie foundation brush - amika dream routine - summer fridays poppy - paulas choice aha bundle - mini rare beauty hope - nars foundation in mont blanc - pattern curl cream - olehenriksen strawberry sorbet treatment - the ordinary mini glycolic acid - touchland beach coco hand sanitizer (ive officially had now every scent of these lmao embarrassing)
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2024.04.11 15:10 GerardDG Het Roofdier: Tweede Kamer Hentai

Tweede Kamer - Het Roofdier
Thierry Baudet liep door de jungle in een camo booty broekje, met matchend naveltruitje. Boven hem was het bladerdak zo volledig dichtgegroeid, dat het al avond leek. Hij wist niet zeker of de zon al onder was. In de verte hoorde hij een stromende rivier. Als ze teruggingen, konden ze die rivier misschien volgen naar de menselijke beschaving. In plaats daarvan gingen ze dieper de jungle in. Hij had het gevoel dat ze hopeloos verdwaald waren. Thierry was met een expeditie van tweede kamer-leden op jacht naar drugsdealende boosdoeners. Het leek een grap. Hoe heeft het zo ver kunnen komen dat hij, een vooraanstaand politicus in een land ver overzee, met eigen handen op zwaarbewaakte criminele drugsheren moet jagen, als een soort van commando? Het wás een grap, een komisch mini-referendum onderaan de lijst tijdens de verkiezingen, toegevoegd door Thierry zelf. Het idee van dit referendum was aanvankelijk dat Geert Wilders zich moest verkleden als special forces agent, een soort Nederlandse Arnold Schwarzenegger. Geert zou stoere en sexy avonturen en Thierry zou van een afstandje kunnen genieten.
Thierry had nooit gedacht dat het voorstel zou worden opgepakt, zo aangepast zou worden dat hijzelf en andere kamerleden mee moesten, en al helemaal niet dat héél Nederland met stemrecht, meer mensen dan ooit in een verkiezing gestemd hadden, alle dertien miljoen, vierhonderddrieënzeventigduizendzevenhonderdvijftig stemgerechtigden, “Ja” zou invullen.
De verkiezingsopkomst was verder in lijn met andere verkiezingen. Dat wil zeggen, miljoenen Nederlanders die normaal nooit stemmen, zijn naar het stemkantoor gegaan om “Ja” in te vullen op het zogeheten Kamerleden Verkleedfeestje Referendum, en daarna zijn ze weer naar huis gegaan zonder op de normale lijst te stemmen. Het enige lichtpuntje was dat Thierry zijn wens was uitgekomen. Hij mocht dagenlang doorbrengen met Geert Wilders, gekleed in een stoere outfit die zijn borst en armspieren spectaculair liet uitkomen. Elke keer als Thierry achterom keek, was hij daar: Wilders-onichan, met zijn warme glimlach en zijn grote mannelijke bovenarmen. Oh, als Thierry mocht kiezen, zou hij voor altijd in een omhelzing met Wilders willen blijven.
Plotseling struikelde Thierry.
“Wilders-onichan, pas op, ik val!” Thierry zwaaide dramatisch achterover en leunde tegen Wilders aan. “Vang me op, onichan!”
Maar Wilders stapte langs hem heen zonder echt op hem te letten.
“De grond is glad hier, Thierry. Kijk goed waar je loopt.”
Thierry begon te pruilen, maar Wilders was hem al voorbij. Hij huppelde achter Wilders aan en haalde hem verderop weer in, zodat Wilders de hele tijd naar Thierry zijn booty broekje moest kijken. Maar Wilders zei alleen: “pas je nu wel op?” en keek niet eens naar Thierry.
Hmpf. Het is zo moeilijk Wilders-onichan zijn aandacht te trekken. Maar dat maakt het ergens ook leuk. Thierry en Wilders volgden het nauwe, slingerende pad tot ze verderop de andere kamerleden tegenkwamen. Ernst Kuipers liep achterop, dus ze kwamen hem als eerste tegen. Ernst was vergelijkbaar gekleed met Thierry, een compromis tussen de praktische benodigdheden van overleven in de jungle en, bij gebrek aan een beter woord, femboy-klederdracht. Alle aanwezige kamerleden waren femboys, behalve Wilders en Rutte. Ernst gaf Thierry een ijskoude blik.
“Ah, Thierry. Wat leuk dat je er bent. Nog steeds aan het aanpappen bij Wilders-san?”
Thierry zei niets.
“Aww, wat jammer nou, Thierry meid. Hij beantwoordt je affectie niet? Misschien is het een teken. Misschien moet ik het maar eens proberen.”
Thierry snauwde zachtjes: “Waag het niet.”
Ernst glimlachte venijnig.
Deze kleine uitwisseling werd niet opgemerkt door de andere kamerleden, die bezig waren met water drinken, kaart lezen en de juiste richting bepalen. Wilders had zich bij Rutte gevoegd voor een kort overleg. De twee grote, welgevormde mannen maakten een serieuze indruk.
Rutte keerde zich naar de groep en zei: “We zijn dicht bij het kamp van de drugsheren. De jungle wordt verderop minder dicht. We slaan toe tijdens de schemering.”
Alle femboy kamerleden knikten, toegewijd aan hun solide en wilskrachtige leider, die nog maar een paar maanden premier was voordat hij met pensioen kon. Ze wilden hem op deze laatste missie alle mogelijke energie en steun geven.
Tijdens het gesprek verscheen Wopke Hoekstra. Wopke droeg een rokje en een tiara met kattenoren. Wopke kwam naast Thierry staan en wierp een zwoele blik op Rutte. “Oepsie woepsie, hij is zo stoer, ik krijg een kleine bobbelie in mijn broekie. Vind jij Rutte niet sexie wexie?”
Thierry slaakte een zucht. “Sorry Wopke-chan, Rutte-san is niet mijn type.”
“Ja, we weten dat je alleen ogen hebt voor Geert Wilders.” Wopke pakte Thierry’s hand en omhelsde hem. Dit was normaal voor Wopke. “Liefje, kijk toch eens om je heen. Je kan niet alleen maar ogen hebben voor één iemand.” Dat jij nou in iedereens broek probeert te komen, dacht Thierry, maar hij zei het niet. Wopke was een schatje, en Thierry knuffelde graag met hem, maar hij was ook vermoeiend. Maar halverwege hun intieme knuffel, merkte Thierry ineens dat Wopke’s handen omlaag begonnen te glijden. Hij voelde Wopke’s adem in zijn nek.
“Ik weet niet of ik dit wil, Wopke.” Zei Thierry, en hij begon zich los te maken uit de omhelzing. Maar het was zo lekker warm, en toen kwam Ernst Kuipers er ook nog eens bij.
“Hooii, mag ik ook meedoen?”
Ernst was net als Thierry en Wopke gekleed als femboy, maar dan met meer zwarte kleuren en een alternatieve stijl. Het stond hem wel sexy en eigenlijk maakte dat dat Thierry een nog grotere hekel aan hem had, hoe kon iemand die zo gemeen was, tegelijk een lekker ding zijn?
Na deze knuffelpartij was het tijd om tot de orde van de dag over te gaan. Geert Wilders nam de leiding en ze gingen ze naar het kamp van de criminelen. Wat er daar gebeurde, is moeilijk te beschrijven, of in ieder geval het contrast tussen Thierry’s beleving en wat er écht gebeurde is moeilijk te beschrijven.
Ken je het liedje “Do You Believe In Magic”? Dit opgewekte en lichthartige nummer werd in 1965 uitgebracht door The Lovin’ Spoonful. Geloof je in magie in het hart van een klein meisje? Onschuldiger kan bijna niet. De tekst gaat over de kracht van muziek om mensen blij te maken.
Echter, sommige mensen zullen dit nummer bovenal associëren met een psychopathische moordenaar, berucht vanwege oorlogsmisdaden, brandstichting en traumatische terreur. Ervaren geharde soldaten bevriezen in een Vietnam-flashback als ze deze figuur zien. Misschien ben je nergens bang voor, maar daarvoor wel. Je kan alleen maar rillen als je denkt aan de inhumane gedachten die schuilen in het hoofd van deze killer, zijn dromen van chronische en volgehouden wreedheid.
Kort gezegd, je moet je voorstellen dat Thierry en zijn kompanen lachen, zingen en dansen terwijl ze het kamp van de criminelen bestormen. Vanuit hun perspectief is het allemaal grappig en onbezorgde lol, een spelletje op het speelplein. Wopke Hoekstra twerkt met zijn kontje tegen een gewapende narcotica-handelaar. Deze bloost en draait zich weg. Iedereen giechelt.
Ondertussen begaan Wilders en Rutte een systematische slachting. De criminelen worden verrast door een paar goed geplaatste granaten en enkele duizenden kogels van een LMG, een licht machinegeweer. Iedereen die weleens een licht machinegeweer in actie gezien heeft, weet dat er niks licht zo’n wapen aan is.
Stervende en dode criminelen werden herhaaldelijk in het lichaam en hoofd geschoten om zeker te weten dat ze dood zijn. Overlevenden werden methodisch door Wilders geëxecuteerd, zelfs terwijl ze huilden of smeekten om genade. Sommigen renden de jungle in, maar werden neergemaaid door Rutte voordat ze de eerste boom bereikten. Het drugslaboratorium werd in brand gestoken en ontploft. Het vuur verspreidde zich naar de rest van het kamp, de opslag, de wc’s en de slaapplaatsen, totdat alles afgebrand is. De dode dealer-lichamen werden gekookt en gebraden in de hitte, tot je het vet kon horen bakken. De lucht was dik met zwarte, chemische rook en de geur van brandend mensenvlees.
Daartussen stonden Thierry en de andere femboys te twerken en selfies te maken. Het was nogal een contrast.
De enige overlevende in het hele kamp was een vrouw, een gevangene van de criminelen. De tweede kamerleden weten niet zo goed wat ze met een vrouw moeten, dus ze proberen haar soort van te negeren terwijl ze zich klaarmaakten om weg te gaan.
Ze moesten niet ver voor extractie, alleen maar naar een open plek een paar kilometer verderop. Daar zouden ze opgehaald worden door een helikopter. Je denkt als lezer nu misschien, die helikopter kan ze toch ook prima hier ophalen? Nee, lieve lezer, een paar kilometer teruglopen was verplicht bij het referendum. Het was eerder niet relevant om te melden, maar het referendum heette in de volksmond ook wel het Kamerleden Verkleedfeestje En Daarna Nog Een Paar Kilometer Lopen Naar De Helikopter Referendum.
De kamerleden lieten het kamp achter zich en gingen terug de jungle in, gevolgd door die ene vrouw die ze bevrijd hadden. Ze konden haar niet achterlaten.
“Jullie zijn rare types.” Merkte de vrouw op in gangbaar Nederlands. “Die jongens zijn meisjes, rokjes en navel shirtjes met kettinkjes en armbandjes en tiaras. En daar echte mannen-mannen.”
Ze kijkt bij deze opmerking bewonderend naar Wilders en Rutte, met hun stijlvolle voorkomen en hun overcompenserende phallische machinegeweren. Haar ogen gleden van Wilders’ haar, dat vanwege de styling gel nog opmerkelijk goed zat na een lange trip door de wildernis, omlaag naar zijn gespierde armen. Daarna daalden haar ogen verder af, naar Wilders zijn glorieuze sixpack, zijn krachtige mannelijke dijbenen en de suggestieve bobbel in zijn kruisstreek.
Wopke gaf de vrouw een tikje op haar schouder. “Hela, zuster. Ogen thuis, alsjeblieft.”
Wopke wierp een blik op Thierry, als om te zeggen, Wilders is van jou. Thierry begon hard te blozen.
De vrouw haalde haar schouders op.
Geen van allen zagen ze dat ze gevolgd werden. Toch kregen ze een voor een een ongemakkelijk gevoel, alsof er iets mis was. Er waren geen krakende takken of ruisende bladeren, niks duidelijks. Het was meer een soort warm broeierig gevoel van onheil, een gevoel dat voorafgaat aan een plotselinge storm. Thierry had het gevoel dat er ieder moment iets zou misgaan en hij trok instinctief zo dicht mogelijk naar Wilders-onichan.
Voor hen liep Ernst, die zoals altijd op zoek was naar een manier om de aandacht van Wilders of van Rutte of van welke man dan ook. Hij liet minimaal elke vijf minuten een keer zijn flesje water vallen, of hij struikelde, of hij was ergens bang voor, of hij vond een andere reden om interessant te doen.
“Oepsie.” Zei Ernst, die abrupt zijn flesje liet vallen, alvorens zo langzaam mogelijk voorover te bukken zodat iedereen goed de rand van zijn rokje kon bestuderen. Was dat slechts schaduw, of was daar de rand van Ernst Kuipers zijn slipje?
Thierry en Wopke sloegen de hand voor de mond, want het was wel een beetje schandalig. Rutte stond er een beetje puzzelend bij te kijken en Thierry was stiekem blij dat Ernst de aandacht van Rutte probeerde op te eisen, in plaats van Wilders-onichan.
“Onee, wat nou als iemand mijn slipje ziet?” Riep Ernst, die paniek veinsde terwijl hij met gekromde rug achterover keek naar de groep.
Toen brak de storm los. Terwijl Ernst zijn kontje naar achteren duwde, klonk vanuit de wildernis een diepe, woeste, monsterlijke schreeuw. Allemaal keken ze ongeveer in de richting waar het gebrul vandaan kwam. Thierry voelde zijn nekhaar overeind staan. Instinctief verschool hij zich achter de sterke arm van Wilders en klampte zich dankbaar vast aan de arm van onichan. Even verderop claimden Wopke en Ernst ieder een arm van Mark Rutte.
“Wat eng! Wat is dat voor dier?” Zei Thierry.
“Is het een leeuw? Een jaguar? Een Leeuwguar?” Zei Ernst.
“Ik ben bang. Rutte-san, wil je me beschermen?” Zei Wopke, die geen gelegenheid onbenut liet om te flirten. Rutte en Wilders wisselden een blik.
“Dat kwam niet van ver weg.” Zei Wilders. ”Wat het ook is, het is dichtbij.”
“Heel dichtbij.” Antwoordde Rutte, die zijn phallische machinegeweer ietsje steviger vastpakte.
“Dat was de schreeuw van een jager, van een roofdier dat ons bang wil maken.”
“En ik denk dat wij de prooi zijn.”
Wilders en Rutte kwamen langzaam naar voren, elkaar dekkend. Ze inspecteerden de omgeving, elke boom, elk blaadje. Maar ze zagen niks. Toen begon Ernst te gillen, achter hen.
Thierry verstijfde, als een konijn in de buurt van een vos. Zijn hart stokte in zijn keel en zijn hart begon als een gek te pompen. Hij keek om en Ernst was weg. Er was nog net een glimp van zijn rokje te zien voordat hij tussen de bomen verdween, verzwolgen door de jungle.
Rutte en Wilders reageerden meteen. Ze begonnen met hun enorme kanonnen te schieten en het was zo enorm mannelijk dat Thierry meteen opgewonden raakte. Ze schoten en ze schoten en het was zo stoer, viriel en geil dat alle kamerleden een spontaan simultaan groeps-orgasme beleefden van pure testosteron. Ze namen zich voor zo snel mogelijk nieuw ondergoed aan te doen.
“Ahh, dat was echt heel cool.” Zei Thierry die enigzins beschaamd weer tot zichzelf kwam. “Wilders-Onichan, jij bent echt de beste.”
“Mmm jij ook Rutte-san, echt heel stoer ben je.” Zwijmelde Wopke.
Wilders reageerde niet, maar hield zijn ogen op de jungle gericht. Hadden ze iets geraakt met al die kogels? Het was niet te zien.
Toen merkten de kamerleden op dat er nog iemand was, die ietsje verder weg was. De vrouw uit het kamp van de drugscriminelen stond met grote ogen te kijken. Ze had alles gezien.
Wilders stapte op haar af, boos.
“Wat was dat in vredesnaam? Waren dat je vrienden? Heb je ons in de val gelokt?”
De vrouw maakte een moeilijk gebaar. Het was niet duidelijk of ze niet wist wat ze moest zeggen, of dat ze gewoon niet genoeg Nederlands sprak.
“Zeg nu, of we maken je af. Wat zijn dit voor trucs?”
“Ik weet niet hoe ik het moet zeggen. De jungle kwam tot leven.”
“Hm. Ga door.”
“Het ging erg snel. Ik kon het niet goed zien.”
“Ga door.”
“Nadat het allemaal voorbij was, zag ik iets. Maar misschien zag ik het verkeerd.”
“Ga door.”
Ze wees naar de struiken, naar de plek waar Ernst zojuist was verdwenen. Er zat een witte klodders afscheiding op de bladeren.
“Zaad.”
“Zaad?”
Ze maakte een gebaar. “Jeweetwel, zaad. Sperma. Mannenpap. Iemand heeft zijn zaad geschoten. En jullie hadden je onderbroek aan.”
“Het monster uit de wildernis beleefde een orgasme.”
“Wat maakt dat uit?” Zei Wopke, die bezeten raakte van angst. “Hoe kunnen we iets aan dat zo brult en dat zo snel is? Het is een demoon van de wildernis. We maken geen schijn van kans.”
“Het jaagt op ons.” Zei Thierry, die net als Wopke heel bang begon te worden. “Het is vast een buitenaards monster dat we nooit kunnen verslaan.”
“Nee, we kunnen het verslaan.” Zei Wilders, wijzend op de bladeren. “Als het klaarkomt, moet het net als jij en ik een levend ding zijn. Het is een wezen van vlees en bloed, met behoeften en kwetsbaarheden. Het is geen onverslaanbaar monster. Als het klaarkomt, kunnen we het doden.”
Wilders knikte naar Thierry. Thierry rilde, maar voelde zich gerustgesteld.
Rutte en Wilders keken elkaar aan. Ze besloten dat ze zo niet verder konden. Het begon nacht te worden in de jungle en het was te donker om achter Ernst aan te gaan. De vrouw werd opgehaald met de helikopter, maar de kamerleden moesten blijven vanwege het referendum. Ze zetten hun tent op en sliepen die nacht dicht op elkaar, lepeltje lepeltje, zodat ze elkaar niet uit het oog konden verliezen. Thierry lag voorop, met Wilders achter zich, daarachter Wopke en daarachter Rutte. Thierry nestelde zich zo diep mogelijk in een omhelzing met Wilders, hopend dat hij een erectie kon uitlokken. Af en toe voelde hij de handen van Wopke als deze per ongeluk iets te ver ging in zijn pogingen aan de spieren van onichan te betasten. Thierry was een beetje jaloers, maar zo was Wopke nu eenmaal.
Tijdens de nacht hoorde ze meer woest gebrul, dat Thierry elke keer deed huiveren. In de ochtend zouden ze ongetwijfeld het afgehakte hoofd van Ernst zien, gespietst op een staak, voordat het monster Thierry zou onthoofden.
Maar toen begon het monster op een andere manier te brullen. En ze hoorden Ernst, die in eerste instantie nog aan het gillen was. Maar toen begon hij ook op een andere manier te gillen. Deze gil was meer gestaag, meer ritmisch. Ernst begon met herhaaldelijk ‘nee’ roepen maar na verloop van tijd werd het meer een nee van iemand die eigenlijk ja bedoelde, een langzame en gewillige nee, een nee die smeekte om meer, harder, harder schatje. Op een gegeven moment werd het een soort van storend. Thierry wilde zich niet losmaken uit de omhelzing van Wilders, maar het constante gekreun werd vervelend. De kamerleden kwamen een voor een overeind en klommen uit de tent. Rutte en Wilders schenen met zaklampen de wildernis in. Daar hadden ze al snel Ernst gevonden, die op de rand van hun kampterrein hondjesstijl op handen en knieen aan het kreunen was. Achter Ernst zat het monster. Hun heupen botsten met grote intensiteit steeds harder tegen elkaar en Ernst gilde van plezier.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, you like that?” Gromde het wezen. Dat was gek. Het monsters spreekt de Engelse taal, in plaats van het gezegende Nederlands van de koning. “You like that, you little slut. Yeah, take it, take that dick, you little whore.”
Het monster zei walgelijke dingen.
Ernst keek achterom halverwege de sexpartij. Hij was zo verbaasd dat hij antwoordde in het Nederlands: “Uhh, maar ik ben geen tiener, ik ben gewoon volwassen hoor.”
“What?” Zei het monster in het Engels, terwijl hij doorging met stoten.
“Hij spreekt denk ik geen Engels, Ernst.”
“Oh uhh, I uhh, I not a little teenage. I am old enough. I am Sextysex. Nee, sixtysix.”
Het monster slaakte een luide brul van verbazing. “Whát?!”
“Yes, I am not a teenage.” Zei Ernst Kuipers nogmaals.
Het monster slaakte een tweede brul, maar deze was meer een soort combinatie van paniek en plezier. “Oh no, nooo, I’m cumming but I can’t but it’s so wrong I only like girls who are underage, but I’m cumming, I’m cumming inside a man, ah, oh yeah, oh no, oh noooo hoooooowwwwblbbublubublbubl!”
Ernst kreunde samen met het monster.
In de dramatische naweëen van orgasme, viel het masker van het monster zijn gezicht. Daarachter zagen ze een gezicht dat niemand had kunnen bedenken.
“Jeffrey Epstein?!” Zeiden alle kamerleden koor. Niemand had verwacht dat Jeffrey Epstein nog in leven was. Ze waren een stuk minder verbaasd, dat als hij nog leefde, dat hij zijn tijd zou besteden aan het verkrachten van schijnbaar minderjarige femboys in de jungle.
Het Epstein-monster keek om zich heen, verward en bedaasd, alvorens in paniek de jungle in te vluchten.
Ernst liet een gilletje horen toen de man die hem genomen had zich terugtrok en wegrende. Daarna zwijmelde hij. “Mmm dat was zo eng. Maar ik vond het ook wel leuk. Bel me, Epstein-san?”
Thierry knuffelde tegen de arm van Wilders aan en glimlachte. Zijn rivaal was met iemand anders en Wilders had lepeltje lepeltje met hem geslapen. Ze gingen naar de helikopter en vlogen terug naar Nederland. Eind goed, al goed.
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2024.04.10 11:41 UpbeatRebellion Automatische verlenging abonnement NordVPN

Hallo allemaal,
Twee jaar geleden (20 maart 2022) heb ik een NordVPN abonnement afgesloten voor een looptijd van 2 jaar. Bij het afsluiten daarvan zetten zij een knop aan die het abonnement na de looptijd direct verlengd. Helaas ondervond ik net door op mijn rekening te kijken dat dit kwaad geschied was, ik heb nooit geweten dat deze knop aanstond; slim van ze dit is natuurlijk het verdienmodel. Nu staat er het volgende in hun voorwaarden:
"If you wish to claim a refund, you can do so within 30 days following your purchase of our Services. We do not grant refunds for recurring subscription payments if you cancel the Services after the renewal unless applicable law provides otherwise."
Volgens de wet van Dam:
De Wet Van Dam geldt voor alle contracten die "periodieke levering van producten of diensten" betreffen gedurende een zekere periode. Wanneer zo'n contract stilzwijgend verlengd, dan kan de consument op dat moment het contract verlengen.
In mijn opinie is mijn contract stilzwijgend verlengd. En kan ik dus om die reden het abonnement, met een termijn van een maand, opzeggen. Het enige wat ik me nu afvraag: omdat er een knop in de instellingen voor auto-renewal bestaat, is het dan nog een stilzwijgende verlenging, of is het een actieve? Ik heb die knop nooit zelf geselecteerd en wist ook niet van het bestaan er van.
Hier komt tevens bij dat de afschrijving 14 dagen voor het aflopen van mijn contract heeft plaatsgevonden. Mag dat überhaupt? En had ik niet in deze 14 dagen alsnog mogen beslissen dat ik niet wilde verlengen?
En kan ik niet volgens de wet van Dam ieder moment opzeggen met een maand opzegtermijn, dus ondanks dat er een jaar verlengd is, dienen zij mij 11 vd 12 maanden terug te betalen?
Hoor graag van jullie!
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2024.04.08 20:03 tarnished_wretch Taos Hum Fatalii re-supply. Yep, it’s that good!

Taos Hum Fatalii re-supply. Yep, it’s that good!
I’ve never had another sauce with such a pure and fresh chili taste. Just like chopping up fresh chilis from the garden.
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2024.04.08 18:52 kozelsan More money less problems?

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