Homeless women in philadelphia

Things, IMO that are more important to spend our time on (in no particular order):

• Preventing a Trump presidency
• 40,000 gun deaths per year in the US
• Project 2025
• Russia's imperialism
• Cheering Biden's de-scheduling of marijuana
• Cheering Biden's student debt relief efforts
• Protesting womens' reproductive rights being stripped away in nearly half the country
• Advocating for some kind of universal healthcare
• Income inequality in the US
• Combating foreign social media subversion and propaganda
• Criminal justice reform
• The housing crisis
• The homelessness crisis
• Fighting for and protecting trans rights
• Climate change
• Opioid/fent crisis
• Productive immigration reform
• Unions' and workers' rights
• Living wage
• Parental leave
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• Gaza is somewhere down here

Your list will be different. There's only so many hours in the day, though. There's only so much you can think about at once. Every subject you spend time on means all the other subjects don't get time.
Is Gaza really the top of your list?
EDIT -
Playing around with Google Trends for the last 7 days, "palestine" + "israel" totally dominate other topics: https://trends.google.com/trends/explore?date=now%207-d&geo=US&q=palestine,israel,abortion,climate%20change,student%20loan&hl=en

I (30F) need to evict my mother (67f) from my home: she’s incredibly abusive physically and emotionally etc but it goes through cycles. Then she’s nice and I feel guilty for even thinking I need to get her out.
However I’ve reached a breaking point and am now under women’s aid, and a domestic violence victim support officer. I’ve spoken to a solicitor and they said they will send her a warning letter to get her out in 28 days and to refrain from violence free of charge.
The police have also said they will remove her if I call them and that it’s imperative I do it soon as things will escalate. It’s only going to get worse.
She sold the home to me last year and said she will be going to a flat as she doesn’t want to live with me anyway. She hasn’t done that.
It’s terrifying sometimes. She makes false allegations against me etc. she’s threatening to take my dogs away from me.
The solicitor has assured me that she can’t do that as the dogs are mine etc. I’ve had help from everywhere and so much support which I’m so grateful for.
But I can’t help feel guilty for getting my mother evicted. She can go to her mothers who has a large house etc and stay there so she wouldn’t be homeless at all.
I just can’t do it anymore I’m sad and scared and upset and sleeping with one eye open but I am also waiting for her to do something drastic or flip out again before I call the police to have her removed. I can’t bring myself to remove her when she’s quiet. I have lots of videos of her abusive episodes.

Are there any political essayists who are actively writing about, say, Israel-Palestine, class-conflict, and things of that nature?
The rest is my rambling observations of the commonality between these authors, which one need not feel the need to read.
I think these writer have been especially effective because they speak from having been an active participant. Each risked their jobs, freedom, and even at times their lives.
Zinn & Thoreau were purposefully thrown in jail - Zinn for civil rights/anti-war protests and Thoreau who stopped paying taxes to protest slavery/mex war. Zinn was fired from tenured position for civil rights work, and nearly fired for refusing to break picket lines at subsequent job. He also hid a fugitive priest actively being tailed by feds. Priest had snuck into government building with others & destroyed draft cards in anti-war protest.
Chomsky may have been less of a (physical) risk taker than Zinn, but he has been for decades one of the strongest voices against the oppression of Palestinians by Israelis ( US by proxy). He had actually spent part of his adult life living in Israel. He has traveled all over the world to hear first hand stories of survivors of US war machine. He essentially works nonstop on education of the public
Jack London marched across the country for the rights of the lower classes & went to London to live & write about the poorest of the poor for purposes of reformation. He was also a train hopping hobo & had to spend time in jail for a while after being arrested for, essentially, looking like a hobo. He used that experience to humanize them & aided in helping to reform the criminal justice system (loads of illegal activity in the jails, judge sentenced him and many others without allowing him his constitutional rights). Plus he also wrote in favor of women’s suffrage & against child labor (having experienced it himself)
Orwell, although not having suffered the same poverty as London growing up, followed in his footsteps to live “down and out” as possible. He fought against fascism in the Spanish civil war (and was shot). He also contracted the TB that ultimately killed him most likely from living in a homeless shelter not fit for dogs or in the war.

I’ve had some interesting and strange dreams of late, although I guess what dreams aren’t? I’m writing this really to formulate my understanding and I guess posting on Reddit allows others to spitball ideas which may help me also. I know it’s basically impossible for others who have no information on me to give any interpretation, but I’ll welcome any information or ideas.
Dream 1: I’m at a theme park on a collage trip, everything is going just fine and everyone’s having fun. My teacher, an older woman, quite stern and serious is there also (maybe even scary at times, a little like my mother). All of a sudden the moon, huge and terrible, turns into alien ship of some sort and begins moving across the sky unnaturally. It’s abject terror, the end of the world as we know it. I awake.
Dream 2: Another moon dream. I’m staying in a mansion (my home?) stop a hill. I’m leading my brother and sister in law down the long winding driveway so they can get an Uber. My wife and our niece are staying back up in the house. On the way down there are people lining the path, as we near what is becoming clearer to see, the city beyond the gates is apocalyptic, overtaken by chaos, zombies, homeless/psychotic/drug-addled type people. As I’m heading down the path, there are people along it who are increasingly becoming more ‘mad’ (I suppose?). Again, the moon turns into some kind of machine/craft. It’s terrifying. I awake.
Dreams 2 & 3: I’ll bundle these together because they kind of melded into each other. In one a woman is trying to seduce me. Im the therapist, she is the client. I’m trying to work with it, how it might be what I represent or what she has had in the sessions (honesty, empathy etc.). She’s desperately trying to kiss me and it’s overwhelming.
Then I’m suddenly in this huge and grand bank with my wife. A lady who works at the bank offers to take me to the storage vaults where I had planned to store something of value to me. She asks me if I’m hungry, I don’t understand why but I crack a joke about whether she’s worried I will be eating other peoples stored caviar when we go into the vault (she humours me but sees I have missed the point of the question). I’m all decked out in a suit with my valuables on, she says I must deposit them in there if we’d go in, but I need to be wearing them this particular day. I say it’s fine and start exiting, she’s almost imploring me to come in and just check it out, it’s a little awkward.
I’m not sure I really have any questions, but I’m thinking there may be something going with my exploration of my unconscious and clearly my relationship with women. I’m superficially read up on Jung so any recommendation of particular chapters/essays/texts etc would be welcome.

At work today I'm discussing w the front desk about the difficulties getting Zep. One of the women, who works at a local homeless shelter also states "I know a guy that has 3 of them." Me and the other girl there are like....we will buy them from you! She goes...well, he said I could have them for free.
We discussed how hot the rooms are at the homeless shelter, what the likelihood was that it hadn't been over 21 days or that it hadn't gotten too hot in the room etc...
It was at this moment I realized how insane this entire moment was. Is this what has become of our thrist for the Zep?. LoL

I was raped by my first girlfriend. She knew I had nowhere to go and so she thought it was ok to coerce me.
She took away my humanity and made me feel like an object. The only time I ever felt like a human being was when I would have sex with her.
Eventually I didn't want to have sex with someone who didn't even see me as a person. So I refused and she got angry.
She said to me " if you don't have sex with me I'm going to make you homeless".So I had to allow myself to be coerced, raped to ensure I had a place to sleep.
I see posts about women being raped and I'm supportive and I tell them how rape needs to be recognized.
Then when I share my experience of rape, many women can't accept or acknowledge the fact that men can get raped to.
It's frustrating and in worst case scenarios the women tell me this to my face. If this is the case what about me? What about my childhood friend who was raped by an adult woman when he was 11 years old?
What about all these men who have been raped because women who did this knew they could get away with it?
It enrages me that rape victims have to gatekeep and deny the experiences of others. If we all agreed that it's not a gender, it's shitty people assaulting another human being then we could become united.
We support one another and advocate as a group of survivors to enact real change and awareness about rape.
I've had 4 generations of women in my family raped and it's horrible. I had a former friend SA my sister and I destroyed his name. His mom won't even talk to him.
I've comforted a woman who was raped and who I found at a bus station shaking. I held her in my arms as she cried and I let her talk. She was able to feel safe and then I called the police to come help.
I spoke to a woman who had been raped about her experiences and told her how horrible I thought it was. We had a great connection and the next day I could see just having someone to listen and talk to her helped.
Yet when I try to get the same support and understanding from my fellow female rape victims, I'm a liar and I can't be raped.
I just want us to unite and raise awareness together, no one should be treated this way and any human being can be raped,regardless of their gender.

So. lemme start by saying I grew up rather sheltered. homeschooled since the 6th grade, moved around and was homeless a fair bit. So I never had a chance to really meet people in normal middle/high school life. most of my socialization through the years was done online. And through that time, I've made a lot of friends, most male or trans female, and a few cis female. throughout the years I've had a TON of friends admit to having crushes or feelings for me, both male, and trans female, but never cis female.
So fast forward to now. I've become deeply invested in finding a girlfriend, so the obvious thing is to go out and do things to meet people, make friends ect. but my issue is that I'm currently unable to get a job due to family related reasons. and I live in a pretty basic farm town with no real events, groups, or clubs nearby that someone like me would really be interested in. So, I don't exactly have many offline avenues I can put myself into and actually be willing to do.
Online and dating apps would be my next bet, and that's what I've been doing these past few months, however, across multiple dating apps and websites, tinder, hinge, bumble, boo, hily, okcupid, e-harmony, and a couple others, I've found very little success with even starting conversations. I've only gotten a few matches, and the few I have gotten, don't actually say anything after me messaging them. Of course, there's the option of looking for friends of friends in my friend group, as well as just hoping to run into girls while chatting in online spaces relating to things I'm already interested in, but in a twist of seemingly bad luck, not only do they seem really uncommon, but the ones I do find tend to already have a partner or be lesbian. I've found next to none that are just single and straight/bi.
So i'm wondering, what options and advice is there for meeting girls? Is it really just horrendously bad luck on my part? I'd like to think my natural personality and behavior is nice and attractive even though I don't exactly do much out of my way besides being myself, seeing as how many other people show interest in me, but the fact that it's only been male and trans females has me wondering if there is some big problem with me that's been turning women away all these years, or if I'm simply still just, really unlucky with finding them.

tl;dr - hire a unit of 20 spear militia to rush the closest bandit camp asap. Use the funds gained to hire mercs to rush the remaining camps, cutting the Baron off from his main source of income/influence. - tl;dr
As soon as the town has 18-20 adult males and has reached the first upgrade to receive the armament shipment, recruit a spear militia and send them after the nearest bandit camp. The unit probably only needs 50% effectiveness to win against the bandits but try not to fatigue the men unneccesarily.
After you defeat these first bandits and claim the loot, take it for your treasury and use some to hire mercenaries. Use the mercs to defeat any remaining bandit camps on the map. If you pay attention to which province the mercs enter the map from you can wipe out three camps in less than a month. Afterward, disband them. Because what the game doesn’t make too clear is that your army is also your workforce, so while they’re off campaigning, work at home crawls to a standstill. You’ll want them home asap.
The Baron becomes severely neutered by taking the bandit camps before he does because, as I believe Greg himself stated in this sub, the Baron only gets 50 influence per month - which is effectively 20 months before he is able to claim his third region. After just three bandit camps you’re already sitting at 900+ influence and that’s without a church or manor.
In actual combat try to remember - a little tactics goes a long way. Learning how to flank, use the hammer and anvil and other period tactics is actually beneficial in this game. The AI does leave a bit to be desired though. Currently, units are omnipotent. I would love to hide a flanking force in a forest but the AI knows it’s there. It’s far from perfect but already fun and engaging. The unit masses are especially satisfying coming from a long time TW enjoyer.
There are a couple things QoL wise that I hope to see, such as a breakdown of population demographics; we know how many men and women are in town but not which are adults or children. Only way, I think, to see your adult male population right now is when you’re actively recruiting militia.
Also the armament shipment is a must and should become a feature and not a toggle. It’s invaluable to be able to blitz those early bandit camps, building both your coffers and your regional wealth. Maybe there could be a hardcore scenario where you start without any help from the King, haha.
Converting the Homeless Encampment to a Worker’s Encampment is also a must. It’s the difference between 20 adult males in October year 1 or in March year 2. This upgrade might be OP as is and I suspect a rework will be among the first changes we see.
One other thing I wanted to address is that because we are currently only allowed to recruit six militia across all regions, there’s been a sentiment to recruit six units right away to “reserve” them before retinues take up any spots. The issue with doing this is that the recruitment pool gets split between all recruited units. So if you recruit two spear units and four other random units, each unit will have only a fraction of its total members. If you have eighteen recruitable population and six militia units recruited, then each unit would receive three members. And since you need five members to be allowed to rally the unit at all, you effectively have no fighting force. And if you recruit units that need anything other than the spear and large shield provided in the shipment, they will wait to be properly armed and will not become spearmen by default.
I think it’s intentional to have limited militia because they’re meant to be called-to-arms from the local population. Keep each village stocked with arms and armament and rally them where needed. They’re militia, not a standing army after all.

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POV: You've just started a new job, are placed with insane boomer. Let's call her Maud.
Lost job and became homeless around this time last year, so moved back to the south to stay with family until I could get back on my feet. If you've lived in the Bible belt, you know people are sweet as can be until they find out you aren't exactly like them, then you're a threat to their existence for some reason.
I've been through it, I deal. So I get a job. My general manager is an openly gay man who talks about RuPaul, including in front of Maud during the interview. She does all the nice grandma stuff at first, and I feel really welcome!! She was excited I also like mint chocolate, so would double up when she got a candy bar. She's a farm girl, so we talked about animals and she always wanted to give me fruit.
I'm FtM, a year into HRT at that point. If you haven't been around someone transitioning, generally you aren't fully passing until a couple years in unless you got really lucky genetically or are good with fashion. Thankfully, I've always been androgynous-looking. I'm also, however, open about being trans.
I've made a lot of people come around to the idea of trans people by talking people through what it's like. In southern yup terms, my transition is really not that different from your 3rd round of Botox and your wife's boob job. I'm just trying to look how I want to look. See? I'm not saying they wouldn't say some fucked up shit about trans people, I'm just saying I got them to omit pronouns all together while talking to me and encourage me to do whatever makes me happy, as long as I was doing so safely. Just show some fucking respect, that's all I ask. A lot of them got that. I'm also a goth, which frightens rednecks until you show them you're fully aware how extra you look and clowning is fine.
Just painting a picture for the uninformed here: Southerners, especially in the Bible belt, do tend to be all the traits twitter hates, and a lot of them are unreasonable, but a lot of them will also let you get on their level. They won't like you, but they won't try to have you stomped by their 28 sons either as long as you're polite but don't take their shit.
Maud had assumed I was just a gay man. Which isn't...entirely incorrect. She definitely had an issue with me finding black women attractive, but when she found out I was trans, she apparently called another store in distress about the news. The person she called, 'Emily', will be important later. Maud was personally offended by my transition, because "god doesn't make mistakes!!" And decided she was going to try to make my life hell. And drop the pronouns.
A lot of this I learned in retrospect from Emily, so it'll be sort of out of order:
-I lived in Burque before this and been around conspiracy freaks plenty. It starts out with Maud parroting that thing about Hillary C. Drinking children's blood in Epstein's island during 'satanic rituals'. She spends the whole day reading Trump news on her phone, I know this specific story runs in those circles and have no fucking idea where it came from. I don't think I laughed at first, just tried to explain why that's scientifically inaccurate, and also gave her the typical bullet points on why satanic panic shit is stupid. Like, there are more killings for mainstream Christian beliefs than by 'devil worshippers' and they're both usually related to mental illness or some narc cult. Maud insists I'm wrong, so I give her the breakdown of the idea of keeping me at fresh and how blood is seen in other cultures, and speculate as to how the wires got crossed with politics out loud. Strategy is to talk about so much shit she's never heard of before so that the xenophobe becomes completely alienated and overwhelmed by the conversation and gives up.
Disclaimeinb4: I know some wild shit went down at Epstein's mansion but, it really does seem like it was more about some sick dude pimping children for blackmail. Maybe he had a weird cult going on, but I really, truly do not think he's part of this big Satanic Illuminati Communist Terrorist agenda trying to kill Jesus. And I think if you really do think that's what's going on and spending every waking second stressing about it you should voluntarily commit yourself.
-Everything was pedophiles, satanists, pedophiles, satanists. I swear junkies think about meth less than this woman thinks about pedophiles and satanists. I think she legit thinks anything that isn't 'normal' is satanic and I have no fucking clue where pedophiles come in. She decided I was a satanist because I made a joke about the fact I like to wear dog collars, and had previously mentioned that there were cultures that used human leather (there's I think an Irish story about a dude who got so mad at another dude he killed him and made a sheath for his sword out of the dude's skin.)
I'm taken back when she asked me, to my face, if I'm a satanist. I'm like, I've told you I'm not Christian, so it's impossible for me to be a satanist, because in order to believe in Lucifer I have to believe in the dude who made him. (I know satanism is also a political movement but that was not a convo that needed to be had) It occured to me then that these people legit believe thers a thing that exists that's just evil just out of spite, just like they are.
At some point got tired of her pedo-satanist shit I just turned around and told her you don't have to be a satanist to kill children. She got quiet for a moment, and then said "I guess you're right."
Ma'am you have been on this planet over half of a century, where is your fucking brain.
-I'm learning Japanese because I like fucking anime. There, I said it. Apparently though, that means I like communism.
Me: China and Japan are not the same countries??
Her: Yes they are, they're both Chinese. Communists.
Me: Japan is not communist.
Her: yes they are, they're Chinese!
Me: Look, first of all, CHINESE PEOPLE don't even like communism. Second, China and Japan have long standing beef. Have you never heard of Nanking?
Her: No...
Me: Don't ever fucking say that to a Chinese person, please.
I should have added "Or to any Asian, for that matter." Have a Chinese friend who was fairly new to the US and was genuinely baffled by the Chinese hate. Maud liked to try to talk to me outside of work (more on that later) and I was teaching him how to drive, so I told him that in exchange, if she calls he has to answer my phone speaking Chinese so that she thinks some satanic curse has been placed on her and loses sleep over it. He thought he was fucking hilarious that this grown woman is so terrified of him for just existing Chinese.
To fulfill the title: a few hours after the China Conversation I try to be casual and talk about a 3D model I'm working on. So she starts going off about how she is trying to see in the 4th dimension, and that the 3D dimension that we live in is actually the weakest dimension.
What the fuck do you say to that?? I laughed. I laughed and said "Yeah I'd really hate for someone to take away my-x axis, that would suck!!"
She gets quiet for a while. Then, very confidently, says: "You're just not as awake as I am..."
I think I might of blown a raspberry or said some nasty shit, because considering she'd been trying to convince me to detransition and telling me my new features I was excited about (facial hair) were gross...I felt like I had enough ammo to say whatever the fuck I wanted.

• I have a pet bearded dragon and like lizards. Apparently hardcore Bible thumpers think reptiles and goats are actually demons. Like, did God make all life or didn't he?? Make up your mind. I know it's because of 'the serpent' but an iguana is not a crocodile is not a bearded dragon is not a garden snake is not a pinkie-sized anole on the window. You're a grown woman, if you're afraid a gecko is going to tell you to burn a Bible then don't listen to it. Goddamn. Maud always called them 'the reptilians' and told me that I only like THEM smugly. Because I'm going to get mind-controlled by them, or something.

-Since my manager knows the store cameras have audio, when I called him and told him I need to get away from this insane bitch because she's ruining my mental health, I was out within days. Maud genuinely didn't seem to understand why I'd want to leave.
Final straw was that our job consists of 30%-70% trying to find shit to do after our task list and waiting for the phone to ring, so I read. Normal-ass shit. Stephen King, WoW novels, hokey Fantasy books, etc. Our manager was also kind of a crazy boomer who would fire you if he found out you had any tattoos at all (seriously) so he would watch the cameras sometimes. Most of the district knew he's like that so we learn to deal with him and fuck off to the blind spots during downtime. Generally this was pretty easy to do and still be able to see the door and be close to the phone.
Maud reads Trump news about satanic pedophilia and drinking child blood on her phone during the down time, right? So me reading shouldn't be a big deal. WRONG.
This was one of the wildest ones because when I first got there it was all praise for reading because Maud liked to read (romance) books and was happy to see a young person reading. Suddenly, I get to the office and she goes:
Maud: ThatsJustVile, I don't want you to read in the office anymore. I'm afraid the owner will see you and be mad at me.
Me: I mean, I do it in the blind spots, you said it was fine before.
Maud: Yeah but I changed my mind, I don't want to lose my job over this.
Me: Okay, I get you. I'll find something else to do.
Problem solved, right? Apparently not because she keeps going.
Maud: I'm not going to lose my job because of you.
Me: Alright, I won't bring a book tomorrow. I'll leave it in my car.
Maud: I just don't know why you think that's okay. You're at work, you just don't understand how life works. I work so hard, and I'm not going to lose it all because of you because you're lazy and immature. I'm not going to let it happen, I can't believe you think it's okay to act like this. You're so immature, you need to grow up now that you have a job, this is the real world.
I admit I raised my voice:
Me: Okay! I get it! You told me to not bring the book, so I'll stop bringing it! Jesus Christ, you don't have to sit here and belittle me about it. Why the hell do you think that's okay to do, Maud? I don't get paid for you to fucking insult me either.
She stammered an apology. I guess she got uncomfortable. I've worked customer service a long time and generally don't think beefing is worth the effort but a man can only eat so much shit in.
From here it just kind of gets pathetic.
-As alluded to, one of Maud's favorite things to harp about is how hard she works. The reason she has to work so hard is because every assistant they hire for her, she runs off by being a wackjob or just mean as fuck to. I was NOT shy when asked why I didn't want to work with Maud anymore. I was filled in as to how everyone thought it was weird that she had had like 9 different people quit in 7 years, and the other assistant managers who had worked with her didnt want to ever go back to her store if she would be there. Because it was the same thing I told our boss: "Look, I get Maud is a human being and needs days off. And I need money, because I need to get my own place. So I will work her store on her days off, but I refuse to work with Maud ever again."
Suddenly, the rest of the district would talk to me. Mainly Emily. Emily had been one of Maud's assistants for about a year until she moved up. Emily had her own store now, newly built, with no assistant. So I covered for her a few days during the hiring process. Store is still being built, so she pops in on her day off to drop off some materials.
Emily: Hey, ThatsJustVile, Weird question, but do you have an eyebrow piercing?
Me:...touches eyebrow, feeling for a zit or something No, but I've thought of getting one. Why?
Emily: Oh, Maud has been telling people you have one.
Me: Wtf? What kind of thing is that to lie about, you can look at me and see it's bullshit.
-Emily's crime against Maud was being a white girl marrying a black man. She would give Emily shit about it every day. Emily is very sweet, and has been in an abusive relationship prior to her husband, so Maud just walked all over her. Apparently Maud used to try to get Emily to touch her tits to feel that they're real/flashing her lingerie/telling her about her sexscapades with a dude who was only ever called 'Guy', of questionable existence.
It's like Maud is ready to be racist, but not ready to admit that she's racist. One day Emily clapped back with this:
Maud: I just don't understand why you'd marry a black man. They all abandon their kids, you know.
Emily: Isn't that what happened to you? Didn't your husband abandon your son? Was HE black?
Maud: actually looks mortified I would NEVER!!
Apparently that got her to shut the fuck up a while. Like, there's a brain inside Maud, she just refuses to use it.
-Last one. The 'rona vax.
I was one of the schmucks who got COVID before we knew it was in the US. It was wretched, but I survived. WAAAY before the vax. To play Devil's advocate, because I'm apparently a satanist anyway: My brother worked in a vax lab. I was iffy about the vaccine myself because of the short testing cycle + I never really do flu vaccines, so I called him up and discussed it frankly Feeling like I could make an informed decision, I slept on it a while, and ultimately chose to get it.
If you've gotten this far, you know how Maud feels about vaccines. ITS A GOVERNMENT TRACKING DEVICE!! Explained to Maud if she has a car, a cellphone, a SSN, and a registered address, then the government fucking knows where you are. She tried to tell me that's not the case because she turned gps tracking off. I explained that they can still find you by cell tower pings, which you can't turn off, explains how it's used in missing persons cases, and also that the government doesn't give a fuck about Maud Cuntwaffle and ThatsJustVile the Manlet because we are nobodies with no influence and barely enough money to pay our bills each month.
The government cannot track her because she "doesn't let them"
She kept telling me the vaccine was going to poison me and I was going to die 'not yet, but later'. I confirmed that is, in fact, how being alive works.
Apparently after all the shit she talked to me about how the vaccine was going to turn my bones into microscopic Chinese people or what the fuck ever, turns out she DID ACTUALLY get the vaccine because she's a fucking boomer and her doctor told her she could actually, possibly, for real die from a whiff of the Rona, given she works a customer-facing job.
She got it while Emily worked with her. According to Emily, she constantly complained about 'feeling weird' and drank very strong lemon water multiple times a day After the vax, because she watched a YouTube video where some other jackass was saying you can judge the vaccine toxins by drinking lemon water. After a few weeks she started complaining of stomach issues, which weirdly enough matched the symptoms of constantly dumping acid into your stomach nonstop for days. But no, it was the vaccine made her sick.
I'm sure there's more, but Maud still probably lays awake stressed out about trans people existing and interracial couples. And trying to find a way that they could possibly be linked to pedophilic satanism in politics. There's no need for her to live rent free in my head besides as a facebook meme on human form.
My Chinese homie's Grandma says that a Chinese Zodiac year is supposed to be a difficult year for it's sign. 2024 is year of the dragon, and Maud's sign is dragon. I hope she has a terrible fucking year.
TL;DR Southern boomer drinks the kool-aide and makes everyone's life worse, but that's because we're evil and secretly harboring satanists. Or something. I don't know, I don't think I can fit my head that far up my own ass.

I’m an RN and taking a class to complete my bachelors in nursing and I am required to contact an organization that helps vulnerable populations (homeless, immigrants, women at risk, LBGTQ etc). I need to go inperson to conduct an interview with the supervisor to assess the specific needs of that population and then go back and do a brief pamphlet presentation addressing that need for those affected. I’ve contacted 25+ organizations with either no response or they said no. Does someone have a personal contact for an organization that would be open to this? Any feedback would be appreciated!!!

Hey Guys, God again.
So the goth broad was a no-go: I went in for a kiss ONLY three times after awkward silences like in the movies (which was unintentionally most of the time) and I got a restraining order. In fact, most of my interactions with women end up that way and it’s NOT MY FAULT.
You see, the only power I have is to “create enough pressure in environments to trick/influence them to change microscopically” according to that stupid bitch Karma. So that’s why I created money- to trick women into liking me as long as I held a good job, since my personality is for shit. Sounds easy right? WRONG! NOBODY listens to my commands as a runt in the rat race because, what am I going to do, just materialize a job for myself out of thin air? I HAVE to start out as a homeless nobody that suddenly materialized or people start asking questions. Of course, many of those restraining orders came from work (I tried to “influence” orgasms from women around me to no avail) so now I am homeless, and pissed off. And for the life of me, I can’t think of any ways I can “subtly influence” women or “trick” them into liking me, and YES I watched all of that alpha male shit and YES I was into it for awhile but that just exasterbated the restraining order problem. I’m really in the dregs here. Anyone have any ideas?

What's the worst possible place in the world to break up? On a ski lift? An elevator? Or even the subway would be wrong, but none of those things could compare to breaking up on a road trip across the country to drop off your long-distance girlfriend. Emily and I had been together for two and a half years after we met online. This was the fifth time we had ever seen each other in person. The first two times, we'd made a road trip out of it where I would drive to her state, we would drive to my state, and by the time we reached my state, I had to turn around to drop her off and come back.
I know what you're thinking, but I actually love to drive. I used to drive a van across the country as a job for about ten years, so I was used to it and actually enjoyed it. She works as a teacher, so every break she had, I would take the time off, and we would drive for days, enjoying each other's company. After the first two times, though, she got pretty tired of it, so we decided to meet halfway and stay at a hotel.
This time, though, I convinced her to let me do the long drive back and forth since I offered to be the sole driver the entire time. She agreed, but I could tell she did so so as not to have to argue with me. This is where I should've noticed the change.
On our third day after picking her up, she had been acting weird on the drive, and when I kept probing, trying to find out what was wrong, she burst into tears and confessed that she couldn't be with me anymore. When I asked her why she hadn't told me before the trip, she claimed she wanted to give it one last try, but this was more confirmation that she didn't feel the same way anymore.
So here we are after turning around, on a six-day trip back to her place, as she sniffles and tries not to cry in the silent car. She's been sleeping most of the time, so that's good.
I don't think I'll be able to process this fully until this trip ends. I've snickered several times at the thought of our predicament, and I hope Emily didn't hear them.
At the end of the day, we stopped at a motel and got separate rooms. As I lay here thinking about the day, trying not to laugh, I heard what sounded like someone dragging their entire body across the outside wall. I jolted up and listened closer. Nothing.
I got up and looked through the peephole, where I was met with blackness like someone was holding their finger up to it, so I couldn't see who it was.
"Hello?" I said loud enough so they could hear through the door.
There is still no movement, just blackness. I open my mouth to say something else, but before I can, it moves slowly out of the way, revealing glimpses of fur. Startled, I jump back, and after a moment, I look back through it and see nothing. I collect myself momentarily and quickly yank the door open, expecting to see a gorilla, but nothing is there.
I step outside and look down the hallway, trying to find anyone. I notice several thick black fur strands stuck between the peephole and the door. Something had definitely been there.
I close the door and turn the TV on, trying to distract myself. I flip through the channels, not paying attention to what's on, but I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right. I take a deep breath and try to calm down, telling myself it was probably just my imagination or a stray animal.
But as I stare at the television, I can't help but feel like there's something else in the room with me. I look around, searching for any signs of movement or anything unusual. The air feels heavy as if there's an unspoken tension hanging in it. I reach over to the lamp on the nightstand and turn it off, plunging the room into darkness.
In the morning, I meet Emily in the car, and she looks annoyed and like she's been waiting for me. I force a smile and tell her I'm ready to go. She glances at me for a moment before looking away and saying nothing. The drive was more uncomfortable than yesterday because she seemed more annoyed at me than sad.
Three more days to go.
The rest of that day came and went as we reached our next motel. They only had one available room, and it had one bed. I decided to give the bed to Emily, and I slept in the backseat of the car. I could tell she couldn't stand to be in the same room as me, and I felt the same at this point.
Trying to sleep as the noise of cars zipping by every few minutes, I started to feel sad. Memories flash in my head from our times together. We had fun on our drives, and even when we weren't together physically, we would play video games or stay on the phone all night. I couldn't think of the last time I was that happy.
I could feel a tear gliding down my cheek.
Suddenly, I felt the entire car shake like something huge had accidentally bumped into it. Thinking it was another car, I quickly looked around to see nothing. If it was a car, it wouldn't be able to get away that quick. I got out to investigate if I had any damage. There was a big dent in the left side right before the tail light. It had moved the entire car a couple of inches in the back. I was a stickler for parking straight, so I knew I didn't park it like that; something had to have moved it.
Emily came out in a robe and tired eyes, "What the fuck was that?" She asked.
I looked up and shrugged. She was annoyed and rolled her eyes before walking back inside.
I couldn't make sense of it. I started trying to rationalize it in my head by saying it must've happened earlier, but I didn't notice it somehow. When I looked closer, I could see blood marks as if an animal was hurt and tried to run away before slamming into my car. What kind of animal could be that big and fast enough for me to not be able to see it?
I straightened the car back into the spot and tried to go to sleep, planning to assess the damage further in the morning.
I slept for a few hours without thinking about either Emily or the damage. I got out and stretched before inspecting the dent. There was a lot more blood than I'd seen the night prior. The blood trail led into the woods, but when I started following, Emily came out and silently got into the car, indicating that she was ready to leave.
We were about an hour from our next motel that night when I saw something in the shadows to the left of us in the thick brush lining the forest. It looked like a giant wolf, keeping up with our speed. I tried to stare at it without crashing the car, but when I accidentally drifted too far out of the lines, I panicked and yanked the wheel too much, overcompensating for the drift.
We started spinning as I tried to get control of the wheel, but every time I did, I overdid it and turned too far the other way. Finally, I decided to let go and pray we made it out of this car as I closed my eyes, anticipating a crash.
When that never happened, and we finally stopped, I opened my eyes and saw that we were now facing the other direction we had been driving. Headlights illuminate the empty two-lane road.
I looked at Emily, who was still bracing for impact, before realizing we stopped.
"What the actual fuck just happened?" She asked
I stared at her, not knowing what to say, but I tried to explain, "I don't know. Holy fuck. I got distracted by the biggest fucking wolf I've ever seen. You should've seen it, Em! The fucker was keeping up with me going 80!" I said enthusiastically, but Emily remained terrified.
"You were going 80 and not looking at the road?" She asked, trying to calm herself down.
"It was huge! I'm telling you, you would've wanted to see it." I said, excited.
"You could've killed us!"
"Right, sorry, I was.... never mind," I say somberly as I take my seatbelt off to look at the car.
The car was fine, although I was sure it'd need to be realigned. Making my way around the car, I hear rustling like an animal moving in the brush to my left, but when I look, I can't see anything until I squint my eyes. Finally, I can make out what looks like a deer laying on the ground, sticking out of the bottom of the brush with only its head poking through. It's not dead, though; I can see it moving slightly, so I decided to get closer to inspect.
As I approach, I see it moving more with its tongue sticking out. It's making these gargling sounds, and when I kneel down next to it, I can see blood starting to pool all around its body, indicating that it was just killed. I didn't remember hitting anything, but maybe I was so panicked that I didn't realize it.
As the guilt starts seeping into me, suddenly, the deer is pulled back into the brush violently, and I can hear whatever it is ripping the deer's flesh. I fell back in utter surprise as I panicked and tried to crawl away as fast as I could.
As soon as I could reach my feet, I darted to the driver's door and slid into the car as I struggled to get it out of the park.
Emily, seeing my panic, asks what's wrong.
"I don't fucking know, but we have to go now!" I said as half of a deer carcass flew onto the car's roof and slid down the windshield as the fresh blood dripped into the car's cowl.
"What the hell is going on?" Emily asked, her eyes wide.
"No fucking clue," I said as I carefully put the car into drive. "But we're getting the hell out of here."
After about 45 minutes of driving quietly and carefully, trying to see past the blood stains, I finally found a motel and prayed it had vacancy. It was different from the one we had planned to stay at, so it would add more time to the trip.
It did, and with two rooms free this time, but shaken from our experience, Emily requested one room with two beds and said it made her feel a little safer with me.
As we enter our room quietly, no one wanting to talk about what just happened, Emily starts crying.
I tried to comfort her and tell her it was probably just that wolf I saw earlier.
"I don't know what you saw, but your reaction alone tells me it wasn't just a wolf. Wolves don't eat half of their kill and throw the rest away. I don't know what the fuck it is, but that was not a wolf." She said before rolling onto her side away from me.
As I sat there trying to think of what to say to her, all I could say was, "This detour just added another day." I also rolled over onto my side and tried to sleep.
The following day, I woke up before Emily. She was probably exhausted from the commotion last night. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept hearing that growl and gargle in my sleep.
I put on my robe and walked outside to look at the damage to the car, but when I opened the
door, there was blood everywhere. It was in the hallway right in front of our door. It looked like something had smeared blood all over the hall. I closed the door behind me to investigate more, but when I turned around, the door had the deer carcass hanging. It was skinned entirely and torn up. Trying to stay calm, I open the door, but Emily is already opening it from the other side. I closed it quickly in her face so she wouldn't see it, but she must've looked through the peephole because I could hear her screaming.
We called the cops, but they told us it was probably a sick prank. When I told him about our previous night with the deer, he accused me of being the prankster. He threatened me with jail time if he found out it was me.
After they left, Em and I got into the bloody car and headed for a self-serve car wash. We were getting insane stares from locals, seeing some random man spray blood splatters off of his hood. It probably didn't help that Em was crying in the car.
Back on the road, two nights away from getting Em home, I was exhausted. Em could tell and offered to drive for a bit, so she did, and I could sleep for a couple of hours before being awoken by the sound and feeling of the breaks screeching to a halt.
As my body leans forward, I look up and see that we are on a dirt road, and Em is sobbing as we come to a stop.
"What the hell happened?" I asked
She starts sobbing louder, and I can't make out what she's saying.
"Hey, hey, Em, it's okay. It's going to be okay." I try to reassure her.
She takes some deep breaths and tries to calm down. Finally, between broken breaths, she begins to explain, "I don't know what happened; I just started panicking out of nowhere and felt like I should turn, like if I kept going straight, we'd run into whatever that thing is. So I made a right turn down a dirt road, thinking I'd be able to eventually find my way back to the road, and when I didn't, I turned around, but I swear I kept ending up in the same exact place!" She loses it again and starts sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Ryan. I'm so sorry."
Confused, I ask, "It's okay, Em, I'll find a way out. If we keep going straight, we should eventually run back into the road you turned off." I said calmly.
"I've been driving this way for an hour. It never fucking ends." She said with anger in her eyes. "I'm so fucking sorry; this is all my fault. I should have never," she interrupts herself by sobbing again.
"Okay, it's okay. We'll figure this out, and it will be okay." I assured her as I noticed the sky changing colors as the sunset.
"Ryan, I have to tell you something." Emily's voice cracked. "I just thought doing it one more time would bring back the spark. Otherwise, I'd be perfectly fine with meeting halfway."
I cock my head in confusion as I furrow my brow.
"Look, I haven't felt the spark the last few times we were able to meet in person. I thought if we did our old routine of meeting, it would be like the old times. But I can't get that feeling back, not after," she sobbed again before quickly reigning herself back in, "I cheated, Ryan. It was fucking stupid, and I regret it every day; I fucking do! I wanted to forget about it and move on, but I can't do that to you. I'm so fucking sorry, Ryan, you don't deserve this, I-"
I cut her off by yanking my seatbelt off and storming out of the car. She gets out, too, but stands there looking at me. I turn and only walk a few feet before breaking down in tears as I squat on the dirt road with my face in my hands. I was so angry, sad, and confused, and it felt like they were all meshed into one super emotion, and I couldn't take it.
Finally, after a few minutes of crying and thinking, I turn around to face Em, but she's gone. No trace. The car door was hanging open. No way she walked off without me hearing her.
"Emily?" I say, "Em? Em, where'd you go?" I yell
Nothing. Just the wind blowing and the sound of trees rustling. My feet crunch under me and twist in a circle, trying to find any sign of Emily. I quickly went to the car and looked inside, but there was nothing. Like she just vanished into thin air. I couldn't have had my eyes off of her for more than two minutes.
Abruptly, I hear Emily screaming in the distance that's so impossibly far away, there's no way in hell she even ran that far in that short amount of time.
I immediately freeze, my heart stops, and all I can hear is her voice echoing through the darkness. Tears well up in my eyes as fear and panic surge through my body, making it hard to breathe. I try to run after her, but my legs feel like lead, and I can barely move.
The sound of her voice cuts through the silence of the night, filled with agony and desperation. I had never heard her like this before, and it horrified me. It's as if she's being tortured, her cries of pain piercing the air, reaching deep into my soul.
My heart pounds erratically in my chest, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I can feel the adrenaline surging through my veins, making it impossible to think clearly. All I can focus on is her voice calling out for help, calling for me.
Horrifically, it reminded me of the sounds the deer made before it was ripped to shreds. I wondered if it was also calling out to its loved ones in its last moments with that monster.
I wanted it to all stop until it did. Her voice sounded like it was getting closer, and then, when it sounded close enough for me to run to, everything went quiet. Every animal and insect stopped, and I knew they were waiting for something, anticipating their next move to avoid whatever was coming next.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath as I carefully stepped forward, listening for any sound that might give away her location. As I started walking, the air felt heavy and thick, as if the trees around me were caving in on me, suffocating me.
With each step, my heart raced faster, my chest tightening in fear and panic. My eyes darted around, searching for any sign of her, but all I could see was darkness. It was as if the world had swallowed her whole, and I was left alone, lost, and terrified.
I stop for a moment, listening intently. The only sound is the sound of my own breath, ragged and uneven. I take another step forward, moving deeper into the woods. All I can hear is her voice, echoing in my head, begging for help.
After catching my breath and finding the way back to the road, I jumped into the car, unsure where to go. I knew I had to find Emily, but the woods were so vast and dense that it felt like searching for a needle in a haystack. With shaking hands, I started the car and began to drive down the road, my eyes scanning the sides of the road, looking for any sign of her.
As I continued to drive, my heart felt like it would leap out of my chest. Every noise I heard outside the car made me jump, convinced that it was her. I started to panic, my thoughts racing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I couldn't focus on the road, my eyes constantly darting back and forth between the road and the woods.
Suddenly, in the dark distance, I see a figure. It looks like a human, but it's still too far to reveal details, so I shout, "Hello? Can you help?" I started thinking it could be Emily, so I started walking toward it faster. When I got close enough, it looked like a person covered in red paint. The smell of nickels wafted toward me as I realized it was red paint; it was blood. Now, only about 10 feet away, I know what it is.
It's a human who has been skinned, being held up by rope on a fallen log in the road. The body is standing up but slouched and lifeless. I study the body more as I'm in shock from the sight I'm seeing.
I walk closer, unable to look away from the horror in front of me. Blood is still seeping where the skin used to be, running down the body and dripping onto the ground. Some skin is still hanging off of the bones, still covering the muscles and tendons.
Leaning in slightly, the body twitches as the person gains consciousness. They are screaming, telling me to help in terror and pain. Their mouth opens, and a hoarse, gurgling scream escapes from their throat. The sound is both gut-wrenching and chilling, sending shivers down my spine.
They are saying things I can't understand until they scream my name. I panicked and tried to figure out how it knew my name.
"Please...Ryan.........Sorry...." I could make out those words only as it screamed its last breath and slumped forward, finally out of its misery. The headlights down the road still illuminate the road enough for me to see the person wearing a necklace, Em's necklace.
No way, no, it can't be. That fucking thing got her, and now it's fucking with me like some kind of game. I sprinted back to the car, but upon approach, I saw what looked like a tarp resting on my windshield. as I got closer, I could see that it was skin, human skin. This thing had skinned Em and put her body and skin on display as some kind of trophy.
Tears stream down my face as I rip the skin off the windshield. I look around wildly, unsure of what to do. Do I call the police? I can't just leave her there. I wipe the tears away, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. My hands shake uncontrollably as I open the door and slide into the driver's seat.
I decided to leave her until I got help. "I love you, Em, and I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I forgive you." I said, tears streaming down my face before I started the engine, my heart racing as I realized I had no idea where I was. Panic begins as I look around for signs that could lead me back to civilization. I can only see a dirt road stretching before me, disappearing into the darkness. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do, before deciding that I have to find help.
I drive down the road, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I struggle to control the vehicle. The road winds through the woods, the trees growing closer and closer together, trapping me in a nightmarish labyrinth. I keep my eyes peeled for any signs of life, but everything seems eerily quiet and still. The only sound is my car's engine and the distant echo of my heartbeat.
After hours of driving, I come across a small, dilapidated cabin. A flickering light can be seen through the cracks in the boards that cover the windows. I get out of the car with renewed hope and approach the door. My knuckles are white as I raise my hand to knock, but before I can make contact, the door swings open, revealing an elderly woman with a kind smile.
She stands there staring at me with her small, narrow eyes that sag the skin above her top eyelid.
Part of me wants to giggle as it feels like we are having a staring contest before I decide to break the silence, but as I open my mouth, she speaks, "Dogman." the corner of her mouth slightly curls into a grin.
"Um, I-I'm sorry?" I stutter, my throat tightening. Her grin only seems to widen at this.
She cocks her head to the side, studying me. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asks, her voice soft and creaky. "You're not one of them."
I hesitate for a moment, not sure how to respond. "Um, no, ma'am. I'm not from around here. I was just driving, trying to find help. Something skinned her alive!" My voice gets louder as I say the last sentence.
The old woman's face falls, her grin replaced with a look of sympathy. "Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry. You poor thing. Come in, come in." Something about the way she said it so calmly and nonchalantly. She steps aside, motioning for me to enter her cabin. The inside is surprisingly warm and cozy, with a fire crackling in the hearth. A worn-out couch sits against one wall, and a few mismatched chairs surround a small wooden table. The air smells of fresh-baked bread and herbal tea. Something feels wrong, though, like I should leave.
"Thank you, but I really need help," I stammer, my voice shaking. "There's something wrong with her. She's..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence. The old woman nods understandingly, her wrinkled hands folded in her lap.
"Yes, dear. I know what you're going through. It's a hard thing to lose someone like that. But you're safe here. You can rest, and I'll take care of you." Her voice is soothing, almost hypnotic. It feels like she's trying to lull me into a false sense of security.
Suddenly, a bang can be heard from another room in the house. "What was that?" I ask, looking in the direction it came from.
The old woman's face clouds over, and she shakes her head. "Just my old bones creaking," she mutters. "Come, sit down. I'll make us some tea." She motions for me to take a seat on the couch.
I refused politely, but after I did, she frowned. "You'll make him angry." She said ominously. My face got hot, and my heart dropped into my stomach. Sweat started beading on my forehead. I realized she wasn't going to help me and that I needed to leave immediately.
Like a bat out of hell, I run out of the open front door toward my car. As I jump in and struggle to start it, I look up to see the woman standing at her door and yell, "He already has his sacrifice; now he's having fun!" She says and bursts into a wicked cackle. I slammed it into gear and darted down the road.
My mind races, attempting to piece the old woman with that creature. What was her involvement? Just then, I enter a clearing at the end of the road and cautiously come to a stop, keeping my eyes on a swivel, anticipating death.
Slowly, I see a circle of hooded figures emerge from the tree line. They stroll toward my car, collapsing the circle with each step. They all stop simultaneously as the person in front of me takes down their robe; it is the old woman. She grinned again and looked into my eyes as if she had just won a game I didn't know we were playing.
The other hooded figures joined her, revealing themselves as a group of men, women, and children. They all looked at me anxiously as if I was supposed to know what was happening. But I didn't.
As I tried to process the situation, the old woman stepped forward and placed her wrinkled hand on my car hood. "You've been chosen." Suddenly, I felt multiple sets of hands grab me as they yanked me from the car. They were holding me up in the air as their grips tightened around my limbs, digging into me.
They bring me to the middle of the clearing and tie me down to a wooden table. The headlights still illuminated everything; I could see new and old bodies hanging from the trees. Most of them were skinned entirely or at least partly skinned. Their bodies lining the top of the clearing hang there, swinging back and forth like ornaments on a Christmas tree.
The old woman approaches me, her face etched with age and malice. She kneels down so that she's at eye level with me. "Your blood, flesh, and very essence will bring us all closer to what we've been waiting for." Her words chilled me to the bone.
I could feel the rope around my left wrist loosen as I worked it off. I was almost out when the ground under me shook as large footsteps came from the dark forest. As it approached the light, I saw it was about seven feet tall with a dog's head. It stands on its hind legs as its footsteps rumble under him.
It lets out the loudest, deepest growl I've ever heard. as I snap back to reality and continue to loosen the rope. Finally, I can free the one hand as it stomps next to me. It slowly moved its head closer to my face, sniffing loudly as it made its way down the rest of my body.
Terrified, I scramble to look for something to defend myself with as my palm finds a thick, sharp stick. When it brings its head back up to my face, I jam the stick into its right eye as it lets out an even louder howl than before.
Grabbing its eye and stumbling around to gain its bearings again, it swipes its long, sharp claws indiscriminately, hitting the hooded figures and sending them flying into the trees.
I reach over and untie the rest of my limbs, and dart toward the car. I start the engine, and the creature stops when it hears the engine roar.
Realizing he knows where I am, I run it backward down the narrow dirt road. The creature gave chase but without one eye, it kept running into trees, slowing it down enough for me to drift around and put it in drive.
I press the gas to the floor and see the creature fading. I did it. I fucking did it, I escaped!
I was driving for about 20 minutes before the car started stuttering and slowing down as it came to a complete stop. I look at the dash and see the gas light is on, I'd run out.
Panicking, I sprint down the road for what must've been hours, desperately trying to get away from the creature. Eventually, I passed out from exhaustion. When I woke up in the hospital, the doctors said that someone reported me as I ran down the main road screaming for help. I tried to tell my story, but that ended up getting me in more trouble as I became a suspect in Emily's disappearance.
I would become belligerent when someone didn't believe my story. I couldn't keep a job and ended up homeless. Someone I met on my travels on the streets told me he didn't believe me, but it was a good story, and he suggested I post it here.

Hello! I was wondering if my volunteering i’ll be starting soon counts as advocacy work, it’s a women’s homeless shelter and i’ll be assisting the health team connecting families with certain health needs whether it’s figuring out their insurance or finding them a clinic nearby they can go to.. Not sure if i should do crisis text line after i graduate just in case. I also work at a Genetics clinic right now but it’s mostly just me on the phone scheduling appointments with patients or just doing referral paperwork but yea any suggestions or ideas can help!

I'm not gonna sugar coat it. Y'all are in this group probably either because you're homeless, been homeless or care for the homeless. This is my third time being homeless. The first time was bc my family was racist and I had a black girlfriend. The second was because I wanted to fight for a life out in Los Angeles. I ended up coming home because my dad ended up getting stage 3 cancer and I was worried about him, he ended up dying and I stayed for 8 months I ended up getting my car stolen recently without insurance (from Kia boys challenge)... this time will be the first time homeless without a vehicle. I looked around and I only see shelters for people under 18, people going through domestic violence, and women. I'm a 22 yr old male. Its a bit scary to be on the road asleep although it's probably mostly all psychological. Any resources for help would be amazing. I stay in the Dallas area. Love y'all. When it comes to work experience Well... I have 4 years delivery experience, I went to tech school for I.T so I can set up networks, fix computers, and whatnot, I have handyman experience soo.. doing drywall, doors, painting homes, putting in fixtures and electrical connections, unstopping clogged drains, assessing mold , water and roof damage. Basic car repair so replacing seats, headlights, doing oil and filter, cleaning engines, replacing brakes, replacing car fuses. I can do graphic design although it's been a while so I'd have to practice a bit to get good at it again. I'm a science nerd although I lean towards quantum physics. I grew up helping family members with all that type of stuff [[for the handyman and car stuff] my dad used to be a A/C installer and installation installer. My grandpa was a car mechanic. And my uncle is a electrician.] I know how to hire contractors, do business licenses, soliciting licenses, building permits, building contracts, network via door to doocold-calling/Google ads/ newspaper ads/ chamber of commerce/ social media advertisement, set up EIN numbers, document incidents, work with business insurance companies, search for talent, do background checks, streamline procedures, help people decide between LLC, S-Corp, Sole proprietorship, Co-ops, etc. Leveraging credit, setting up stocks - for the business - stock investment for people -I also understand government auctions, dealership auctions, business politics, setting up influencer advertisement, photo editing.. wholesale, finding leaked data, Utilizing lidar for maps, searching for gold via maps and renting /buying mining rights, recycling plastic/aluminum/ glass/ metals and turning it into stuff, Soldering, customer support, cleaning, Serving alcohol - TABC certified, I've done guided meditations for people before, I used to own a website where I taught about financial intelligence, economics, real estate, stocks, life insurance.. My problem was never getting a job, it was getting to a job. I'm homeless this time because Im not allowed to use my mom's car. Part of me regrets coming back home to care for them to be treated this way.. I gave up my dreams. Life is bleak.

Part 70 Demonstration day (Part 1) (Part 69)
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Today was the day. Not just the day Private Victor Whitetail and the two other members of his squad would get to show off their newly learned ability to operate the BD-series light-assault mechanized combat walkers. Not just the day the public of Earth would get to see a proper demonstration of the Nishnabe Militia’s most unique piece of military equipment. And not just the day that military leaders from throughout the United Nations of Earth’s Sphere of Influence would bear witness to either their potential future or coming destruction. Above everything else, this was the day that a young soldier from the Earthly remnants of a Native American Nation would go to space, meet aliens, and plunge back towards Earth while piloting a thirty-five ton death machine alongside his abducted cousins from the stars.
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After pairing with a quasi-sentient control-AI the night before last and spending all of yesterday learning the basics of his mech, Victor felt he hadn't quite earned the self confidence he was currently feeling. Between the eight-week boot camp just to learn the basics of how to be a soldier, the three month infantry and security school he had attended, and the constant training he had received throughout the past year as a National Guard reservist, he hardly felt qualified to operate some of the more advanced systems that he had been issued as standard US Military equipment. Having only spent a grand total of eight hours operating the BD-9 walker he had been given temporary use of, and half of that time was simulated. It had taken twice that just to get qualification to drive his unit's humvee and four times that for their autonomous overwatch drone. However, operating these mechs was like nothing he had experienced before.
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In spite of the excitement and exertion of the past two days coupled with a night of restless sleep, Private Whitetail was wide awake, full of energy, and ready for the day well over an hour before the sun had risen. While he didn't yet know it, his vigor, enthusiasm, and natural affinity for piloting a mech had caught the eye of the man in command of the Nishnabe Militia's Earth-side forces. Though both Sergeant Anderson and Specialist Stewart performed adequately enough to be cleared for this demonstration, the latter much more so than the former, neither seemed to have that intrinsic courage and humility that Chief-Brave Gadzekmi sought out in his warriors. Now that it was seven in the morning, the first light of dawn already long gone, Victor, his squad members, and a few others were boarding the transmedium shuttle that would take them beyond Earth's atmosphere.
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“Is that…” Sergeant Anderson froze in place as he took his first step into the almost stereotypical looking transport craft.
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“That’s Lysander.” The Nishnabe warrior who was in front of the Sergeant replied with a clearly apathetic tone. “Do you know him? He told me he was from Mars, not Earth.”
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“Know him?!? That man’s the most wanted terrorist on Earth! What the hell is he doing here, Mnowato?”
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“Wait, who’s-?” Specialist Stewart tried to poke his head over his Sergeant’s shoulder to see the reason for the sudden yelling. However, when his eyes fell upon an already seated, scruffy looking man with a checkerboard-like series of scars across the side of his face, it almost looked like he was starstruck. “Holy fuck, that’s the Red Dragon of Mars!”
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“So you're famous, Lysander?” Wato shot Lysander a sarcastic grin and received a dismissive wave in return before allowing his gaze to fall back on Anderson. “But he's here so he isn't causing problems elsewhere. And once we get him out of Sol and onto a planet a few thousand lightyears away, he'll only be able to cause problems for pirates and slavers. So there is nothing for you to be concerned about, Bryce.”
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“Pirates and-” Though the Sergeant was obviously deeply perturbed by the presence of a man he had been told was a bloodthirsty criminal, the Red Dragon of Mars was in far too good of a mood to let that be spoiled.
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“The galaxy's got a lot worse evils than the corporations that plague this Earth, Sergeant. But that's way above yahr goddamn paygrade!” Lysander snapped at Anderson with all the authority of an officer far and above the rank of the chubby Northern Midwesterner. “I ain't caused a single fight for the whole three weeks I've been ‘ere, an’ I ain't about to start now. So, shut up, sit down, and be glad the Nishnabe trust yah enough to letcha play wit’ their toys!”
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“If we needed to know Sarg…” Victor sheepishly chimed as he and a few other people had begun approaching the seats that lined this rather compact cargo area. “I'm sure Major Larson or someone at Command would have told us.”
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“Your military keeps too many secrets, Bryce.” Though Wato spoke with a completely serious tone of voice, the sarcastic sparkle in his eyes was immediately recognizable to both Lysander and Victor. “Hopefully they’ll learn why it’s meaningless to even try before they get people hurt for no reason. But, anyways, take a seat, nikan. We got things to do today. We’re gonna be dropping in a few hours and I want to get in a few practice runs just to be safe.”
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“Fine.” Anderson knew he was powerless in this situation and that Private Whitetail had likely been right about needing to know, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as he sat down in the same transport craft with someone he considered a terrorist. “And that guy isn’t gonna be participating in the demonstration, is he?”
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“Man, I wish!” Lysander blurted out with a roaring chuckle. “Like I said, be glad they trust yah enough to letcha their toys!”
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“No, this is just the best time to bring him up to a cruiser and send him back home to finish preparing for his colony mission.” The Nishnabe warrior added while finding his seat near the front of the passenger area. “We just finished distributing the vaccines for all the non-humans aboard our fleet, so it’s finally safe to start having more people on board. Y'all got some real nasty diseases here on Earth and we wanted to be sure nothing could jump the species barrier. It's super unlikely, especially for viruses, but some bacteria have been known to not care about what planet someone is from.”
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“Shit… Speakin’ o’ diseases, how's Ryan's boy doin?” Much to the surprise of the three National Guardsmen, Lysander suddenly looked and sounded genuinely sympathetic. “He ain't on this boat but I thought y'all got ‘im stabilized ab’ were sendin’ ‘im up to get regrown ‘r somethin’.”
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“He's stable in his medical pod but the smallpox did quite a bit of damage to the organic parts of his circulatory system.” Wato had a painful expression on his face which contrasted greatly against the playful smile that he had been sporting up until that question was asked. “He’ll be ok, especially once we get a regrowth chamber programmed for him. He actually volunteered to be our test subject for the rest of the Raiders, but our doctors are taking their time to make sure they get the process right the first time. We’ve never tried to regrow someone with so little of their biological body left. I bet would almost be easier to just clone him a whole new body and figure out how to put his brain in there.”
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“Excuse me sir, but did you just say smallpox?!?” Private Whitetail couldn't stop himself from interjecting. Even if he was the lowest ranked person in the shuttle, the anger in his voice commanded an authority that neither of his two squadmates were expecting to hear. “As in the disease Europeans tried to use to wipe out the Indigenous people here in North America?!? Including my tribe?”
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“You’re Native? An’ Yeah! Fuckin’ P. M. an’ C. done ran a blackbook op to kidnapped a homeless former Raider, infected ‘im with a weaponized form o’ smallpox, then told ‘im they'd only give ’im the cure if he spread that plague to the Nishnabe.” The Red Dragon responded with the same ferocity in his voice but with a slight smile on his lips. “Now do y’all why I fuckin’ hate the goddamn corps? They had a hundred other bioweapons to choose from an’ they picked that one! I swear, them corpos are fuckin’ comically evil. But don't worry though, we got ‘em. The whole executive board includin’ Carnegie's cousin, that spoiled fuckin’ shitass. An’ the Nishnabe are gonna take good care o’ ‘em, aight that right Wato?”
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“They're fortunate no one died and we stopped their conspiracy before it could spiral into something much worse. But, yes, we making sure they are receiving proper punishments for their actions.”
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While Sergeant Anderson and Specialist Stewart were both unconvinced by Lysander’s rant, hearing Mnowato, a man with in a position of leadership roughly equivalent to a Major in the US Army, stoically confirm the allegation gave them a moment of serious pause. If a relatively well respected medical corporation was willing to use a bioweapon against the Nishnabe, especially with so many innocent civilians in the crosshairs, then the leader of the Revolutionaries may be justified in his convictions. However, where those two men would never have believed the Red Dragon's words without the Nishnabe to back him up, Private Whitetail was well aware of how the corporations operated. Unlike his two squadmates, Victor had experienced what it was like to grow up under the constant fear of losing what was left of his small community to the desires of people motivated solely by greed.
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“Are they dead?” The vitriolic way Victor asked the question coupled with the look in his eyes immediately told Lysander everything he needed to know about the young man.
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“No, but they are serving criminal sentences until we determine they have learned their lesson.” Wato answered, his smile fully returning as he was beginning to see the same thing his Chief-Brave had, and which Lysander now saw as well. “And for most of them, that is going to be a very long time. Anyways, enough about Earth drama, we're doing an insertion today! Are you guys ready to drop into hell?”
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Billions of people across Earth, Mars, and the Sol System were glued to their televisions, computer screens, and virtual reality systems. It had been weeks since the public at large had seen extraterrestrial technologies on display and it was clear that they were demanding more. With nearly unfettered access to the Nishbabe Confederacy’s Web, their equivalent to the internet that connected every single person throughout Sol just on a scale of several thousand lights, everyone could see that the abducted Native Americans living among stars had access to weapon systems beyond imagination. And after the buzz from the technology expo held aboard The Hammer a few weeks ago had slowly faded, the masses were ready for their next dose of what the galaxy had in store for them. News reporters, dignitaries, and military leaders from across the Sol System had flocked to the forests of Northern Minnesota to bring the people what they wanted, live and unedited footage of things going boom.
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Just a couple months ago, nearly every reporter present was employed, either directly or through a complex system of ownership schemes, by the same company, and they would have all been forced to follow the same corporate line. While there were certainly a few outlets who still pandered to a specific audience, the small portion of the population whom the world of corporate control had benefitted and those who were simply afraid of the change which accompanied the inevitable march of time, a whole new world had opened up for hundreds of newly independent news agencies. Despite certain elements of the many multinational corporations governments that made up the United Nations of the Earth’s Sphere of Influence wanting to portray the Nishnabe Confederacy and their Militia in a negative light, there was nothing they could do about it anymore. Now that StarNet was gone, the once monopolistic media empire shattered when their corporate board were found to be partially responsible for a kidnapping plot and subsequently taken into Nishnabe custody, journalists and outlets throughout the world were now able to forge their directions with the stories and perspectives their audiences demanded.
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The several hundred people who were in the two and a handful square kilometer area of mostly cleared forest had plenty to see, do, and touch. Examples of Nishnabe Militia infantry weapons, armor, shielding, and even some small ground vehicles weren't just on display, they were available for supervised use. As reporters lined up to get videos, interviews and even shoot some guns, some of the most powerful people in Sol got to experience just how technologically outmatched they really were. Handheld lasers that could cut through steel, magnetically accelerated rifles that were smaller than traditional firearms but significantly more powerful, and shoulder fired particle accelerators that blasted holes in the terrestrial armored vehicles that were being used as targets for the participants, all of which were just as fun to fire as they were terrifying to behold. While certain weapon systems were only for viewing, their destructive capabilities and tendency to release measurable amounts of radiation rendering them unsafe for use in these conditions, everyone present had the opportunity to pick up and use something that would have been considered top secret by any Earthly military. Among the massive crowd were two specific journalists who had been present for nearly every major happening over the past several weeks.
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“There he is, Cher-bear.” A tall and elaborately dressed brunette lightly elbowed her partner while gesturing towards a group of representatives from the United States government and military who were gathered near a firing line. “We gotta go ask him about-”
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“Damn it, Shelbs, no!” The rainbow haired woman cut her partner off with an almost irritated inflection. “That's the President of the United States and there's a bunch of Secret Service around him! He's gonna be pissed if we asked him about his cousin's disappearance. And you saw how he shot that mag-sling! I'm not gonna piss him off, especially when I only have a media visa and could get kicked off Earth!”
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“He won't deport you back to Mars for asking questions.” Shelby West scoffed and gave Cherry Sanchez a cheeky wink. “And, more importantly, we're investigative journalists! If we don't ask, there's a chance no one will!”
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“Yeah, but-” Though Cherry was quite happy to see that her partner had taken to heart their discussions about what it meant to be a real journalist, she was concerned about how excited Shelby was about the rumors that had been spreading.
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“I'm gonna go try to interview him, come on!”
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“Shelbs-”
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“Excuse me, President Carnegie, do you have a few minutes for a quick interview?” There was nothing Cherry could do as she watched Shelby shout towards the American President who had just stepped off the mag-sling firing line. “The people would love to hear what you think about the Nishnabe Militia's guns!”
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Much to the surprise of both women, President Carnegie actually looked their way, smiled, and began walking towards them. Though it should have been clear to them by the reaction of the Secret Service agents who surrounded the man that he was more than willing to talk to the press, neither Cherry nor Shelby were prepared for just how jovial he seemed as he closed the distance towards them.
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“Of course! You're Shelby West, right? America's sweetheart journalist!” President Carnegie's somewhat deep voice perfectly matched his chiseled face that wouldn't have been out of place among male models. “I used to watch your shows all the time. I was actually kind of bummed out when I heard you left Action News Live. But I am very glad to see you're back on the Net, even if it is with a Martian company.”
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“Really?!? Thank you, Mr. President!” Hearing one of the most powerful men in the world compliment her was enough to force a starstruck smile to spread across Shelby's bright lips. “But… I'm actually really happy at the Pirate News System, right now. Nothing against ANL but PNS have been really good to me so far. And this is my partner Cherry Sanchez.”
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“Yes, I've heard of her as well. One of Mars’s most prominent investigative journalists.” Though the man's tone and expression were still incredibly pleasant, Cherry could see a certain displeased twinkle in his eyes as he shot her a quick glance. “And I'm glad to hear you're being treated well Shelby. But, uh, you wanted to hear my opinion if these Nishnabe weapons, right?”
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“Oh, yes, Mr. President! I understand you've won a few shooting competitions over the years, so I figured you would have some insights that the people at home would be interested in.”
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“Well, let me start off by saying this.” Carnegie paused for a moment to take a breath and look back over his shoulder towards the line of people still firing off magnetically accelerated projectiles into various downrange targets. “The Nishnabe technologies are capable of much more than revolutionizing our combat arms. While we are shooting guns today, and it is good fun, this is just the tip of the iceberg for what the future holds for humanity and the United States. But, to the weapons, those mag-slings, as the Nishnabe call them, are great. Genuinely impressive. They have surprisingly little recoil, are dead accurate, easy to use, and, most importantly, can be utilized in both lethal and less than lethal modes. Sure, they can punch through a tank if used right, but they can also safely knock a person out without killing them! That fact alone makes me want to acquire some for our military and myself. And, again, that's the just tip of the iceberg. We're still waiting for their mechs to drop in from orbit! I suspect that will be quite the show for your viewers.”
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“Speaking of the Nishnabe's mechs,” Seeing as President Carnegie was already hooked in, Cherry saw this as an opportunity to ask some questions herself. “Is it true that US Military personnel will be operating some of them? And if so, what are the chances the US will be able to keep those units?”
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“Yes, there are three members of the local Minnesota National Guard who were chosen by the Nishnabe to pilot a few of their mechs.” A quick glance into the camera drone recording and broadcasting the interview live to the entire Sol System carried a silent message for the audience and seemed just a bit too arrogant. “However… It is my understanding that those particular mechs were spares that the Nishnabe Militia simply had sitting around. The purpose of them being piloted by the National Guardsmen is more to show how easy they are to operate, not as a gift to the US Military. Sadly, we do not get to keep them. But if our behind the scenes negotiations continue in the way they are, there is a good chance we may be able to acquire some soon. And with the potential colony missions that are being planned as we speak, those mechs can do much more for us than simply protect humanity as we expand into the stars. Beyond the benefits of having super-sized construction workers able to safely and comfortably work in any conditions, the licensed production of those mechs here in the US could result in tens of thousands of well paying jobs added to the economy as well as massive boons to our GDP that will be felt by every American. Our cousins from stars have much they teach us and I feel it's important we explore more than just the military applications of their technologies. This could very well be the boost the people of America, Earth, and everyone in the Solar System needs to raise our standard even higher than it already is.”
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“Speaking of cousins…” Shelby was able to perfectly maintain her unflinching and agreeable smile as she subtly transitioned to the real reason she wanted to speak with the President. “Do you have any comments on the rumored disappearance of the Pfizer, Merck, and Co. executive board? I know the CEO is your cousin, so I was curious if you could help us dispel the rumors that they had been taken into Nishnabe custody.”

Here is the list that I wrote for Georgia's post Furman execution roster for my death penalty project. Like with the previous posts, the dates aren't a precise duration of time spent on death row, but rather an approximation of their earliest known criminal activities to their executions. Many of the crimes discussed in this post are also extremely horrific, and thus please read at your own risk.
As I finished finials yesterday, the remaining states, Missouri, Virginia, Florida, and Oklahoma might be released on a quicker pace. I'm planning on doing Missouri next, but it might be split into at least two separate parts due to the currently 98 executions that have taken place.
The currently executed 77 inmates:
1. John Smith (1974-1983, electric chair): Smith and his wife decided to kill her ex husband, 38 year old Ronald Atkins, and his 29 year old wife Juanita, when they learned that the daughter she had in their former marriage were beneficiaries of the Atkins' life insurance policy. The couple and another accomplice lured the Atkins' to their home with a promise of selling them a television set, and shot them both dead.
2. Ivon Stanley (1976-1984, electric chair): Stanley and an accomplice abducted Clifford Floyd, a 46 year old insurance agent, after they lured him into the accomplice's apartment. Floyd was dragged into a forest, beaten with a hammer, and tied to a tree. He was then shot and buried alive in a shallow grave. Floyd succumbed to a combination of blood loss and suffocation and a total of $234 was stolen from him in the attack.
3. Alpha Stephens (~1961-1984, electric chair): In 1973, Stephens shot dead 57 year old Louise Mercer while robbing a grocery store her brother owned. A year later, Stephens abducted Roy Asbell, a 49 year old minister, from his home with a gun he stole from Asbell's son. Asbell tried bribing his captor with hundreds of dollars in cash for his life, but Stephens simply snatched the money away, dragged Asbell to a barn, and shot him in the head. He had a significant rap sheet that included several armed robberies, prison breakouts, auto thefts, kidnappings, and burglaries, and was first arrested at the age of 16.
4. Roosevelt Green Jr. (1976-1985, electric chair): During a robbery of a convenience store, Green kidnapped the clerk, 18 year old Teresa Allen, stole $466 from the cash register, and drove away with his loot and hostage in her car. He then raped Allen, shot her to death, and dumped her body on a dirt road.
5. Van Solomon (1979-1985, electric chair): Solomon and his accomplice Brandon Jones gunned down 29 year old Roger Tackett while robbing a Tenneco store he managed. Ironically, Solomon himself was shot by an assailant robbing his grocery store some years before the murder.
6. John Young (1974-1985, electric chair): Young attacked 6 elderly men and women with bottles, lamps, fireplace pokers, and vases in their homes, across a single neighborhood. 3 of the victims, 85 year old Coleman Brice, his 83 year old wife Gladys, and 83 year old Katie Davis, were beaten to death in the assaults. Several variables such as jewelry and watches were taken as well.
7. Jerome Bowden (1976-1986, electric chair): Bowden and an accomplice stabbed 55 year old Kathryn Stryker to death and gravely wounded her bedridden mother, 76 year old Wessie Jenkins while burglarizing their home. Several items, such a wig, a pellet gun, some jewelry, and a television set was stolen in the intrusion. The television set was sold by Bowden to one of his acquaintances. Jenkins initially survived the attack, but died from complications relating to their injuries after Bowden was indicted for her daughter's murder.
8. Joseph Mulligan (1974-1987, electric chair): As part of a scheme to collect an insurance policy, Mulligan shot his sister's estranged husband, 30 year old Patrick Doe and Doe's girlfriend, 25 year old Marion Miller, while they were driving to a party. Doe was a captain in the United States Army at the time of his death.

1. Richard Tucker Jr. (~1963-1987, electric chair): In 1963, Tucker stabbed his aunt, 61 year old Annie Armstrong, 14 times with scissors while burglarizing her home. He was released from incarceration in 1978. 6 months after being let out of prison, Tucker abducted 50 year old Edna Sandefur from a hospital parking lot while she was visiting her ill mother, and drove her to a remote warehouse. He robbed and raped Sandefur, and then beat her to death with an iron pipe. Tucker also had previous convictions of burglary and attempted rape.

10. William Tucker (1977-1987, electric chair): Tucker abducted 19 year old Kathleen Parry, a pregnant clerk, while he was robbing a convenience store she was working at. He forced Parry at knifepoint to withdraw money from the cash register, and dragged her into his car. When they drove to a chapel, Tucker stabbed her to death.
11. William Mitchell (1974-1987, electric chair): Mitchell accosted 50 year old Willard Williams while he was walking down a street and mugged him of $4. He then forced Williams to lay down and shot him execution style. In the following day, he held 34 year old Peggy Carr and her 14 year old son Christopher at gunpoint while they were opening their family owned store. Despite Peggy giving him $160, he made rape threats against her and forced the pair into a freezer. Both mother and son were shot several times and left for dead by Mitchell. Christopher died at the scene, while his mother survived her injuries.
12. Timothy McCorquodale (1974-1987, electric chair): McCorquodale and his entourage accused Donna Dixon, a 17 year old runaway, of stealing money from him and giving it to a black pimp that he thought she was having a relationship with. He bombarded Dixon with racist insults and sexual advances as he and his accomplices kidnapped her from a club. After she was taken to McCorquodale’s apartment, Dixon was bound, and repeatedly beaten and raped. They tortured her by cutting her breasts with razor blades, burned her body with cigarette butts and candle wax, and she was violated with a bottle. The abuse ended when McCorquodale broke her arms and legs, and strangled her to death with a clothesline.
13. James Messer Jr. (1979-1988, electric chair) To get back at his estranged wife for leaving him with their children, Messer kidnapped her niece, 8 year old Rhonda Tanner, while he was picking her up from school. He raped and severely beat Tanner in a forest and stabbed her to death.
14. Henry Willis III (1976-1989, electric chair): Willis and his accomplices abducted a policeman, 29 year old James Giddens, that was dispatched to stop their robbery of a food market. They took the captive officer near a lake, where he tried to escape by jumping into it. Willis and one of his partners shot Giddens dead while he was trying to swim to safety.
15. Warren McCleskey (1978-1991, electric chair): McCleskey robbed a jewelry store at gunpoint, and fired on the responding officers. One of the officers, 30 year old Frank Schlatt was killed in the shooting.
16. Thomas Stevens (1977-1993, electric chair): Stevens and Christopher Burger abducted a fellow soldier, 20 year old Roger Honeycutt, who was also working as a cab driver, when he picked them up from the enlisted men's club on Fort Stewart. Honeycutt was tied up with a cord, robbed of $20, and sodomized repeatedly by both of his captors. The pair then locked Honeycutt in the trunk of the cab, and drove it into a pond as they jumped out. Being unable to escape, Honeycutt drowned as his car sank into the pond's depths.
17. Christopher Burger (1977-1993, electric chair): As mentioned under Thomas Stevens' section, Burger assisted in the robbery, abduction, rape, and murder of Roger Honeycutt.
18. William Hance (1977-1994, electric chair): Hance, a former Marine that transferred himself to the Army, abducted at least 3 women, 32 year old Irene Thirkield, 24 year old Karen Hickman, and 21 year old Gail Jackson. Thrikield and Jackson were black prostitutes and Hickman was a white Marine servicewoman that was stationed in the same base as Hance. They were all raped and beaten to death with jack handles and tire irons. In a misguided attempt to throw off the police and attract media attention, Hance staged a convoluted hoax involving a race war between a gang of white vigilantes and a gang of black counter vigilantes. He tried to pretend that his victims were murdered from retaliatory killings between the two groups. Hance was also suspected in the murder of another woman in Indiana, but was never charged of it.
19. Nicholas Ingram (1983-1995, electric chair): Ingram broke into the home of 55 year old J.C. Sawyer and his wife Mary. He forced them to hand over $60 and their car keys at gunpoint, tied the couple together to a tree, and shot both of them. J.C. was killed, while Mary survived their ordeal. Ingram then stole their car and fled to California. While a fugitive hiding out in California, he committed another carjacking, and ran off to Nebraska, where he was detained for a DUI and deported back to Georgia to face trial. Due to being a British national, Ingram's execution sparked outrage in the United Kingdom.
20. Darrell Devier (1979-1995, electric chair): Devier lured 12 year old Mary Stoner into his car while she was walking home from school. He raped her in a forest, made an attempt to strangle her during their struggle, and crushed Stoner's head with a rock. Months before the murder, Devier was accused of raping a 13 year old girl, but the charges against him were dismissed from the lack of sufficient evidence.
21. Larry Lonchar (1986-1996, electric chair): During a dispute over gambling debts, Lonchar confronted his bookkeeper, 54 year old Wayne Smith, at his condo while pretending to be a FBI agent. In the altercation, he bound Wayne and his 24 year old son Steven with handcuffs, and shot and stabbed them to death. Wayne's girlfriend, 45 year old Margaret Sweat, called 911, and was also shot and stabbed to death while she was on the phone with the dispatcher. Another one of Wayne's sons was attacked in the incident, but he managed to survive his injuries.
22. Ellis Felker (1977-1996, electric chair): Evelyn Ludlam, a 19 year old cocktail waitress for the Holiday Inn, was lured into Flelker's clutches when he promised her work at his leather store. For religious reasons, Ludlam was disaffected with her job, and wanted a new line of work. Felker raped and strangled Ludlam to death and sexually mutilated her body. After he murdered Ludlem, Felker dumped her remains in a creek. He was registered sex offender with a sodomy conviction at the time of Ludlam's death.
23. David Cargill (1985-1998, electric chair): Cargill and his brother stormed a gas station, and forced a couple, 41 year old Danny and 29 year old Cheryl Williams, to lie on the floor. Cheryl was a clerk for the station, and Danny stopped by to help her close down after he put their sons to bed. The brothers shot the couple execution style, and stole a total of $482.79 from the register. They were also involved with several carjackings.
24. Terry Mincey (1982-2001, lethal injection): Mincey and his accomplices robbed a convenience store at gunpoint, and forced the clerk, 38 year old Paulette Riggs to empty the cash register into their bag. They shot her dead, and took 2 teenage siblings hostage that were present in the store. Coincidentally, a firefighter pulled up to the scene to refill his truck, and Mincey shot and wounded him. The siblings took the opportunity to escape and fled into a nearby field.
25. Jose High (1976-2001, lethal injection): High and his accomplices abducted 11 year old Bonnie Bulloch and his stepfather, 27 year old Henry Philips, from a gas station they were operating, after emptying the cash register. The robbers forced the pair into their car, reportedly taunted the captives about their intentions to kill them, and drove to a remote forest. They then shot Bulloch dead and wounded Philips.
26. Fred Gilreath Jr. (1979-2001, lethal injection): Gilreath's wife, 28 year old Linda, moved out of their home to escape their disintegrating marriage. When Linda returned with her father, 57 year old Gerrit Van Leeuwen, to pack up her belongings, Gilreath shot them both dead.
27. Byron Parker (1984-2001, lethal injection): Parker enticed 11 year old Christie Griffith into his car after she missed her taxi that was supposed to take her to her older brother's high school graduation. He bound Griffith to a tree, and raped and strangled her death, while his two year old son was waiting for him in their car.
28. Ronald Spivey (~1961-2002, lethal injection): While playing pool at a bar, Spivey got into a fight with 32 year old Charles McCook over money he perceived to have won, and shot him to death. A day later, he robbed a bank and took hostages. He fatally shot Bill Watson, a 40 year old off duty police officer that tried to stop him, and injured the manager, 21 year old Welton Allen. Allen tried fleeing to a nearby restaurant, and Spivey following him into it in pursuit. He fired on the establishment in an attempt to kill him, but missed and wounded an employee caught in the crossfire. Spivey then kidnapped a waitress and forced her to drive him to Alabama. She was rescued unharmed by local authorities when they pulled over and captured Spivey. A search of the stolen car found that Spivey stole a total of $360 in his robberies. His previous convictions include several counts of forgery, armed robbery, and auto theft.
29. Tracy Housel (1984-2002, lethal injection) Housel was a sexual predator and thief that victimized men and women alike between the ages of 18-45. He worked as a interstate truck driver, and picked up victims that he befriended from stops all across the country. They were driven to isolated locations, where Housel would bind, rob, and sodomize them. His killing methods were diverse and circumstantial, but Housel mostly used strangulations, beatings, and stabbings in the attacks. Housel was convicted in the deaths of Troy Smith (age unknown) and 44 year old Jean Drew, and is suspected in and/or confessed to 15 other murders. He was also responsible for several non fatal assaults and robberies. Like Nicholas Ingram, Housel's death sentence and execution sparked outrage in the United Kingdom due to him being a British national.
30. Wallace Fugate III (1991-2002, lethal injection): Fugate forced himself inside the home of his ex wife, 39 year old Pattie. He pistol whipped Pattie dozens of times and shot her dead in front of their 15 year old son. Unrelated to the case, but that son was beaten to death in the same house by his friends a year after Fugate's conviction.
31. William Putman (1980-2002, lethal injection): Purtman shot and killed 49 year old William Hodges on the side of a highway. Hours later, he snuck up on a married couple, 28 year old Kate Back and 22 year old David Hardin, sleeping at a rest stop in their car with their children (which included a 9 year old daughter, a 7 year old son, and an 11 month old daughter) and 14 year old niece. He shot David dead and tried to abduct Kate. When she resisted and screamed for her husband, Purtman shot her as well and fled the scene.
32. Larry Moon (1984-2003, lethal injection): According to prosecutors, Moon ambushed 34 year old Ricky Callahan while the later was walking to a pharmacy to buy headache medicine for his wife. Callahan was shot in the head during the attack and had $60 taken from his wallet. Moon was also suspected in the shooting deaths of Jimmy Hutcheson (age unknown) and Thomas DeJose (age unknown), several robberies, and the abduction and sexual assault of a female impersonator. The prosecution failed to convict him for the murder of DeJose on the grounds of self defense and the murder of Butcheson on the lack of sufficient evidence. His conviction for Callahan's murder is contested, as Moon and his supporters claim that a late hitman confessed to the killing.
33. Carl Isaacs (~1960s-2003, lethal injection): Isaacs, with the help of two of his brothers and a cellmate, escaped from the Maryland State prison, and fatally shot 19 year old Richard Miller when he tried to stop them from stealing a car. The group drove by a Georgia gas pump in the hopes of refilling their getaway car. However, the pump was empty, and decided to burglarize a nearby trailer belonging to the Alday family (which consisted of brothers, 62 year old Ned and 57 year old Aubrey, Ned's sons, 35 year old Jerry and 32 year old Chester, and Jerry's 26 year old wife Mary) while they were gone. When the family returned home, Isaacs and his accomplices held the entire family at gun point, gang-raped Mary several times, and shot them all dead. Isaacs had a very troubled history, and committed several burglaries and robberies as a teenager.
34. James Brown (~1968-2003, lethal injection): Brown went on a date with Brenda Watson, a 21 year old stripper. After they were drinking and partying together at a bar, Brown tied up Watson with nylon stockings, and raped and asphyxiated her by shoving panties down her throat. He had a long history involving violence towards women. One of his previous convictions involved an incident of him breaking into a woman’s home, and (non fatally) stabbing and sexually assaulting her. Brown also had a warrant at the time of Watson’s murder for aggravated robbery, kidnapping, and sexual assault charges when he lured another woman by posing as an artist in need of a model.
35. Robert Hicks (~1970s-2004, lethal injection): Hicks laid his eyes on 28 year old Joni Rivers while she was talking to her boyfriend using a grocery store payphone. He chased down Rivers when she tried to flee from him and nearly decapitated her in a frenzied stabbing attack. Rivers' shoes, shorts, and ring were taken and found in Hicks' car. Hicks was released from prison months earlier after serving a half of a 15 year sentence for sexually abusing a 16 year old girl.
36. Eddie Crawford (1983-2004, lethal injection): Crawford tried spending the night with one of his estranged wife's sisters after a drinking binge, but she ejected him from her home. Out of anger, he abducted Leslie English, her 2 year old daughter, from the girl's bedroom, and then raped and strangled her to death.
37. Timothy Carr (1992-2005, lethal injection): Carr and his girlfriend attended a party with 17 year old Keith Young. The couple decided that they wanted to rob the boy, and they lured him into a forest with the help of two other teenagers. Carr slit Young's throat, and then proceeded to beat him to death with a baseball bat. He and his accomplices stole a $125 paycheck and Young's car in the robbery.
38. Stephen Mobley (1991-2005, lethal injection): Mobley shot and killed 25 year old John Collins while robbing a Domino's Pizza restaurant he was managing. He had also held up 6 other restaurants and dry-cleaning shops at gunpoint in his month long crime spree.
39. Robert Conklin (~1981-2005, lethal injection): Conklin stabbed his boyfriend, 28 year old George Crooks, in the ear with a screwdriver in their apartment, and dismembered his body. In an attempt to get rid of the remains, he stuffed them in a garbage disposal in their kitchen and a nearby dumpster. At the time of Crooks' murder, Conklin was on parole from a 6 year sentence for armed robbery.
40. John Hightower (1987-2007, lethal injection): While under the influence of cocaine, Hightower shot his wife, 41 year old Dorothy, and his stepdaughters, 22 year old Sandra and 19 year old Evelyn Reaves, to death in their sleep.
41. William Lynd (1988-2008, lethal injection): Lynd got into an argument with his girlfriend, 26 year old Ginger Moore, over a planned vacation and shot her to death. While on the run in Ohio, he tried to hijack a car, and shot the driver, 42 year old Leslie Sharkey, in the process. Sharkey managed to crawl to safety, and notified the authorities of the attack. She died of her injuries a few days after the shooting.
42. Curtis Osborne (1990-2008, lethal injection): Osborne, a career drug dealer, shot his girlfriend's brother, 29 year old Arthur Jones, and Jones' girlfriend, 28 year old Linda Seaborne, dead in argument over money gained from a motorcycle sale. His death sentence was controversial, as Osborne claimed that his attorney denied him a plea bargain for a racist agenda.
43. Jack Alderman (1975-2008, lethal injection): In an attempt to collect a life insurance policy, Alderman beat his wife, 20 year old Barbara, to death with a wench.
44. Robert Newland (1986-2009, lethal injection): Newland went to the apartment of his girlfriend, 27 year old Carol Beatty, after a drinking binge, and tried to kiss her. When she rejected and slapped him, Newland stabbed and disemboweled her alive. Just before she succumbed to her injuries, Beatty used her own blood to identify Newland as her attacker to the first responders.
45. William Mize (1994-2009, lethal injection): Mize was a leader of a white supremacist gang called the National Vastilian Aryan Party, in which 34 year old Eddie Tucker had filed to join. When Tucker disobeyed his orders to burn down a "crack house" as part of an initiation ritual, Mize lured him into a forest and shot him dead.
46. Mark McClain (1994-2009, lethal injection): McClain robbed a Domino pizza parlor after ordering a pizza. He shot the manger, 28 year old Kevin Brown, dead and stole $130 from the register.
47. Melbert Ford Jr. (1986-2010, lethal injection): Ford had a very specific fantasy about robbing, abducting and then murdering his ex girlfriend, 30 year old Martha Matich, after forcing her beg for mercy. He decided to make his fantasies into a reality, and stormed the grocery store she worked at with the help of an accomplice he hired. Ford shot Matich and her niece, 11 year old Lisa Chapman, dead, and stole $579 from the register.
48. Brandon Rhode (1998-2010, lethal injection): Rhode and his accomplice Daniel Lucas broke into a house, and encountered the residents, 37 year old Steven Moss, and his two children, 15 year old Kristin and 11 year old Bryan. Bryan was home alone when the intruders arrived, and tried to fight them off with a baseball bat. Lucas and Rhodes quickly subdued the boy and shot him to death. Kristen and Steven were also shot dead when they returned home. Their bodies were discovered by Gerri, Steven's wife and the children's mother. The pair were career burglars, and previously targeted the Moss home weeks before the massacre.
49. Emmanuel Hammond (~1983-2011, lethal injection): Hammond, his girlfriend, and her cousin spotted 27 year old Julia Love broken down on the side of the road. They dragged her into their car after she declined their offer for a ride. Love was tied up, forced to withdraw $140 from an ATM, and raped. The attackers partially strangled Love and shot her to death in a remote forest. In exchange for having all charges dropped, Hammond's girlfriend agreed to testify against him and her cousin. He tried to hire a fellow inmate to permanently silence her testimony, but was foiled by prison officials. Hammond had numerous previous convictions, but my sources didn't disclose details.
50. Roy Blankenship (1978-2011, lethal injection): Blankenship climbed into a home of 78 year old Sara Bowen after breaking her window. He raped and beat Bowen, and penetrated her with a bottle. She succumbed to a heart attack from the stress of the assault.
51. Andrew DeYoung (1993-2011, lethal injection): Wanting to use their life insurance policies to start his dream business, DeYoung stabbed his parents, 42 year old Gary and 41 year old Kathryn, and his sister, 14 year old Sarah, to death, and unsuccessfully ordered his accomplice to kill his 16 year old brother Nathan. Nathan escaped through a window and went to a neighbor for help.
52. Troy Davis (1988-2011, lethal injection): Davis was sentenced to death for a crime spree involving several robberies, the non fatal shooting of a teenager, and the beating of a homeless man, Troy Young (age unknown). Larry MacPhail, a 27 year old police officer and security guard, was shot and killed when he intervened in an attempt to protect Young. Davis' execution was controversial, as he managed to amass a popular following that believed in his innocence during his time on death row. He previously plead guilty for a carrying concealed weapons charge, and Davis paid a $250 fine as part of a plea agreement to avoid prison time.
53. Andrew Cook (1995-2003, lethal injection): On a random whim, Cook walked up to a couple, 22 year old Grant Hendrickson and 19 year old Michele Cartagena, parked near a lake, and shot them both to death in their car.
54. Marcus Wellons (1989-2014, lethal injection): Wellons took an obsessive sexual interest in his neighbor, 15 year old India Roberts, and began to stalk and harass the girl in an attempt to groom her into a "relationship." At one point, he even pressured his girlfriend's 14 year old son to date her. His illicit pursuit of Roberts alarmed his girlfriend and she tried evicting him from their apartment. With his relationship in shambles, Wellons' behavior escalated beyond the breaking point. After he ransacked his now ex girlfriend's apartment and poured bleach on her clothes, Wellons ambushed and abducted Roberts while she was walking to school. He raped and strangled her to death with a telephone cord.
55. Robert Holsey (~1990s-2014, lethal injection): Holsey shot and killed Will Robinson, a 26 year old Sheriff's Deputy, during a robbery of a convenience store. At the time of the shooting, he was on parole for an armed robbery conviction.
56. Andrew Brannan (~1980s-2015, lethal injection): In 1998, Branner was pulled over for speeding by Kyle Dinkheller, a 22 year old deputy. While Dinkheller was trying to file a citation, Branner became belligerent, pulled an M1 carbine out of his truck, and opened fire. Dinkheller was killed in the shootout, but he managed to wound Branner in his return fire. Branner was a Vietnam combat veteran, and he tried to use PTSD as a defense for the fatal shooting of Dinkheller and previous domestic abuse charges from his ex wife.
57. Warren Hill Jr. (~1985-2015, lethal injection): Hill was given a life sentence when he shot and killed his girlfriend, 18 year old Myra Wright. His sentence escalated to death a few years later when he fatally beat his cellmate, 34 year old Joseph Handspike, with a nailed board. At the time of his own murder, Handspike was also serving a life sentence for shooting and killing a restaurant manager during a robbery.
58. Kelly Gissendaner (1997-2015, lethal injection): Out of a desire to leave their marriage and to collect a life insurance policy, Gissendan assisted her boyfriend in abducting her husband, 30 year old Douglas, from their home. Her boyfriend stabbed Douglas to death, and she set their car on fire to destroy his body. The couple were also charged with attempting to intimidate witnesses during the murder trial.
59.Marcus Johnson (1994-2015, lethal injection): After Johnson picked up 35 year old Angela Sizemore from a bar, he sexually assaulted her with a knife. Sizemore was stabbed 41 times in the attack, and her throat was cut. Her body was found in her car by a man walking his dog hours after the murder.
60. Brian Terrell (~1992-2015, lethal injection): Terrell forged up to $8,000 in checks using 70 year old John Watson's name. Watson, who was seeking a relationship with Terrell's mother, tried to make a deal that he wouldn't pursue any charges if the money was returned to him. According to prosecutors, Terrell broke into Watson's home, and beat and fatally shot him to avoid repaying the money. His execution caused controversy, as the defense attorneys claimed that the footprints at the scene were smaller then his feet, and that he was condemned only by what they perceived to be misused testimony from his cousin (that testified against him in exchange for a plea deal) and a neighbor (who allegedly claimed that they saw "someone else walk out of the home"). Those arguments were shut down by the courts, but embraced by anti death penalty activist groups and outlets. Regardless of his guilt or lack thereof, strong evidence points to him perpetrating similar armed robberies of other homes, and was on parole at the time of Watson's murder.
61. Brandon Jones (1979-2016, lethal injection): Jones was an accomplice to the above mentioned Van Solomon, and participated in the robbery that killed Roger Tackett.
62. Travis Hittson (1993-2016, lethal injection): Hittson, who was serving on the U.S.S. Forrestal, was convinced by a crewmate to kill Conway Utterbeck, a 20 year old fellow sailor, for the thrill of killing. When they were off duty, Hittson and his accomplice walked into the home of Herbeck's parents, and found Herbeck sleeping on the couch. Before they shot him to death, the pair bludgeoned Herbeck with a baseball bat. To prevent the body's identification, they chopped off his hands, feet, and head with a hacksaw, and dumped his dismembered remains in two separate burial sites across a 300 mile radius.
63. Joshua Bishop (1994-2016, lethal injection): Bishop and another man accosted 44 year old Leverett Morrison at a bar, and demand to have the keys to his jeep. When Morrison refused, the pair beat him to death. Bishop also orchestrated the beating death of 36 year old Ricky Wills for having intercourse with his prostitute mother. The prosecution declined to charge Bishop for Willis' murder, as they wanted to use it as evidence to help secure his death sentence for Morrison's slaying.
64. Kenneth Fults (1996-2016, lethal injection): Fults forced his way inside the home of 19 year old Cathy Bonds. He bound, gagged, and blindfolded Bonds with duct tape, and made an attempt to smother her with a pillow. When that failed, Fults shot Bonds in the head, stole her keys, and drove away with her car.
65. Daniel Lucas (1998-2016, lethal injection): Lucas was the accomplice to the above mentioned Brandon Rhode, and he assisted him in murdering Steven Moss and his children in their home.
66. John Conner (1982-2016, lethal injection): In a drunken rage, Connor beat his friend, 29 year old James White, to death with a whisky bottle and a stick while visiting him in his home. The two had gotten in fight when White refused to take Connor to a liquor store.
67. Gregory Lawler (1997-2016, lethal injection): Lawler and his girlfriend were walking home intoxicated after drinking heavily at a bar, and got into a fight. A witness called the police, and officers, 28 year old John Sowa and 38 year old Patricia Cocciolone, were sent to the scene. They carried Lawler's girlfriend to their car, and drove her to the couple's apartment. Lawler was allowed to walk home unescorted. When he arrived, Lawler grabbed an AR-15, and fired on the officers. Sowa was killed, while Cocciolone survived with crippling injuries and called for backup. The other officers besieged Lawler in his apartment, and he surrendered after a 44 minute standoff.
68. Steven Spears (2001-2016, lethal injection): Spears suspected that his girlfriend, 34 year old Sherri Holland, was cheating on him. He reacted to his suspicions by wrapping Holland's head with duct tape and suffocating her with a plastic bag in her home.
69. William Sallie (1989-2016, lethal injection): Sallie's ex wife, 19 year old Robin Moore, divorced him for his physical abuse and moved back to her family (consisting of her parents, 49 year old John and Linda (age unknown), and her siblings, 17 year old April and 10 year old Justin). He was able to acquire visitation rights to their 2 year old son from the courts, and used that pretext to attack the family. Sallie charged into the Moore family home, shot and killed John, wounded Linda and bound her to Justin with handcuffs, and kidnapped Robin and April. The sisters were both kept captive and sexually assaulted together in a trailer, but they were spared and released after a few hours.
70. J. Ledford Jr. (1992-2017, lethal injection): Ledford was welcomed inside a home by the wife of his neighbor, 73 year old Harry Johnston Jr.. He tied up the couple at knifepoint, stole an undisclosed amount of money and guns, kidnapped Johnston, and drove away with him in his truck. Johnston's body was later found near an abandoned building. He was half decapitated, had a knife embedded in his back, and covered with several minor stab wounds.
71. Carlton Gary (~1964-2018, lethal injection): Gary raped and murdered at least 8 mostly elderly women between 40-89 years old. Almost all of his victims were killed in their homes, but his youngest, 40 year old Marion Fisher of New York, was abducted while walking out of a bar. They were all strangled to death with nylon stockings, which is why Gary was given the “Stocking Slayer" epithet by the media. Despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, including positive DNA tests, testimonies from surviving victims, fingerprints found on crime scenes, and semen samples, Gary still has a vocal following trying to proclaim his innocence. He had an extensive criminal history, which started with several arson, assault, and robbery charges as a teenager.
72. Robert Butts Jr. (1996-2018, lethal injection): Butts and his accomplice Marion Wilson carjacked Donovan Parks, a 24 year old off duty correctional officer, after he agreed to give them a ride home from Walmart. They forced Parks to exit the car and the shot him in the head execution style. Both Butts and Wilson were part of a Latin Kings set, and are believed to have killed Parks to gain more prestige from their gang. Butt's previous convictions include charges of shoplifting and burglary.
73. Scotty Morrow (1999-2019, lethal injection): Angry that his ex girlfriend, 26 year old Barbara Young, broke up with him for his abusive behavior, Morrow shot her, and her friend, 21 year old Tonya Wood, dead in their home. A third woman, 18 year old Latoyna Horn, was injured in the shooting. Young's two children, a 5 year old son and an 8 month old daughter, witnessed the killings, but were unharmed.
74. Marion Wilson Jr. (1999-2019, lethal injection): Wilson assisted Robert Butts, a fellow Latin King gangster, in the carjacking and shooting murder of officer Donovan Parks. He had a lengthy and very violent criminal history, which included the non fatal shootings of a Mexican migrant worker and a drug dealer during robberies, unprovoked assaults on a classmate and a youth worker, and an arson attack on an apartment complex. His friends noted that Wilson had a penchant for animal cruelty, and they reported seeing him shooting dogs on random whims.
75. Ray Cromartie (1994-2019, lethal injection): While robbing a grocery store, Cromartie and his accomplice shot two clerks, 50 year old Richard Slysz and Daniel Wilson (age unknown). Slysz died at the scene and Wilson survived with crippling injuries.
76. Donnie Lance (~1990s-2020, lethal injection): Lance broke down the door of his ex wife's, 39 year old Sandra, and fatally shot her boyfriend, 33 year old Dwight Wood Jr.. He then used the butt of his gun to club Sandra to death. According to court documents, Lance subjected Sandra to extreme abuse during their marriage, and reportedly kidnapped and tortured her with beatings, strangulations, and electrocutions on numerous occasions.
77. Willie Pye (~1985-2024, lethal injection): Pye's ex girlfriend, 21 year old Alicia Yarbrough, had a child with another man that he believed was his. Despite his suspicions, Yarbrough and their boyfriend pushed Pye out of the child’s life. In retaliation, Pye and two accomplice’s broke into Yarbrough’s ex boyfriend’s home to rob it, but found her alone with her infant. They abducted and robbed Yarbrough of her jewelry at gunpoint, raped her for several hours in a motel room, and shot her a total of 3 times in the head. Due to reports of him allegedly being cognitively disabled, Pye’s execution sparked some controversy. He was previously convicted of burglary.

No men's epee.
The list:
Women’s Epee National coach: Natalie Dostert; National assistant coach: Cedric Loiseau (coaches at Notre Dame)
Anne Cebula, Brooklyn, N.Y. (New York Athletic Club, New York Fencing Academy)
Columbia University
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Hadley Husisian, Oakton, Va. (Fencers Club, Elite Fencing Academy, DC Fencers Club)
Princeton University
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Margherita Guzzi Vincenti, Hartland, Wis. (Ataba Fencing Club)
Penn State University
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Kat Holmes, Washington, D.C. (New York Athletic Club, DC Fencers Club)
Princeton University
Replacement athlete (team only)
Third Olympics (2016, 2020, 2024)
Women’s Foil National coach: Ralf Bissdorf (coaches at Boston College)
Lee Kiefer, Lexington, Ky. (Bluegrass Fencers’ Club)
Notre Dame University
Competes in both team and individual events
Fourth Olympics (2012, 2016, 2020, 2024)
Lauren Scruggs, Queens, N.Y. (Peter Westbrook Foundation, Fencers’ Club)
Harvard University
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Jackie Dubrovich, Maplewood, N.J. (New Jersey Fencing Alliance)
Columbia University
Competes in both team and individual events
Second Olympics (2020, 2024)
Maia Weintraub, Philadelphia, Pa. (Fencers Club, Fencing Academy of Philadelphia)
Princeton University
Replacement athlete (team only)
First Olympics
Men’s Foil National coach: Greg Massialas (fenced at San Jose State and Cornell)
Alexander Massialas, San Francisco, Calif. (Massialas Foundation [MTeam])
Stanford University
Competes in both team and individual events
Fourth Olympics (2012, 2016, 2020, 2024)
Nick Itkin, Los Angeles, Calif. (LA International Fencing Center)
Notre Dame University
Competes in both team and individual events
Second Olympics (2020, 2024)
Gerek Meinhardt, Lexington, Ky. (Massialas Foundation [M Team], Bluegrass Fencers' Club)
Notre Dame University
Competes in both team and individual events
Fifth Olympics (2008, 2012, 2016, 2020, 2024)
Miles Chamley-Watson, Los Angeles, Calif. (LA International Fencing Center)
Penn State University
Replacement athlete (team only)
Third Olympics (2012, 2016, 2024)
Women’s Saber National coach: Aleks Ochocki (fenced at Penn State, coaches at NYU)
Elizabeth Tartakovsky, Livingston, N.J. (Manhattan Fencing Center)
Harvard University
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Magda Skarbonkiewicz, Portland, Ore. (Oregon Fencing Alliance)
Notre Dame University (committed)
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Tatiana Nazlymov, Bethesda, Md. (Nazlymov Fencing Foundation)
Princeton University
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Maia Chamberlain, Menlo Park, Calif. (Manhattan Fencing Center)
Princeton University
Replacement athlete (team only)
First Olympics
Men’s Saber National coach: Akhi Spencer-El (coaches at Columbia)
Colin Heathcock, Beijing, China (Christian Bauer Academy, Manhattan Fencing Center)
Harvard University (committed)
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Eli Dershwitz, Sherborn, Mass. (Tim Morehouse Fencing Club)
Harvard University
Competes in both team and individual events
Third Olympics (2016, 2020, 2024)
Mitchell Saron, Ridgewood, N.J. (Bergen Fencing Club, New York Athletic Club)
Harvard University
Competes in both team and individual events
First Olympics
Filip Dolegiewicz, Park Ridge, Ill. (Midwest Fencing Club, Tim Morehouse Fencing Club)
Harvard University
Replacement athlete (team only)
First Olympics

DAY: APRIL 30 2024
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Of all of the women I have seen come and go in the little over a year I’ve been watching, my heart goes out to no one more than Christy. She was up all night, every night babysitting D on live. She traveled by car and plane from GA I believe to be physically, mentally and verbally assaulted by Big D many times. Bought her every single meal, ordered for her and delivered to her door especially her favorite double steak burritos from Qdobq, which she had to pay for one time any it came in around $40 and she couldn’t believe it and reduced to a single portion of everything. Any phone call to doctors or pharmacies or cell phone companies fell right on to Christy’s shoulders to do. And she did this thankless job all homeless living out of her car from hotel to hotel with many real medical ailments of her own. I saw you on a live a few months ago and you were in a much better spot and I was so thankful you were able to reclaim your time and energy and focus it on yourself. You deserve the best Christy, and I always look at nights like these and hope you are in here. Watching this bitches karma unfold in real time. ♥️

The evolutionary psychologist Mads Larsen writes:

Sex ratio theory suggests why mating practices have become dysfunctional in the West and other regions. [...] Statistics from the Nordic countries—the world’s most gender-equal region—indicate that subjective perceptions of the sex ratio in modern environments drive singledom and low reproduction. Scandinavia has the world’s highest occurrence of one-person households: 43–46%. In the past decade, the Norwegian fertility rate dropped from 2.0 to 1.5. Sex ratio studies suggest that women’s perception of there being few acceptable partners activates a polygynous mindset, which in prosperous, monogamous societies drives promiscuity to the detriment of pair-bonding.
Statistics show that women are increasingly unwilling to copulate or pair-bond with less attractive mates. Although women desire relationships, as they have gained equality, their standards have increased. Today’s rising economic stratification motivates further discrimination of certain men. With improved gender equality, women sorted away the poorest men. Rising economic inequity makes women exclude those men who are just below average (Brooks et al., 2022). Being a high-value man in the modern environment is about more than financial capital. Women generally want men with high education and status, financial success, greater intelligence, a tall stature, independence, and self-confidence (Buss, 2016; DeSantis, 2021). Those unable to attract such a man may forego pair-bonding and reproduction to prioritize other sources of fulfillment, such as a rewarding career or financial independence (Sng and Ackerman, 2020).

The increased social status of women makes them choosier resulting in a growing number of men being excluded from the mating market.
On the flip-side, a growing number of women remains unpartnered because they find themselves unable to find a man who meets their expectations. But this wealth of unpartnered women also affects the cognition of men.

Instead of raising their standards to attract a higher-value partner, men would lower their standards to have more promiscuous sex. Instead of lowering their standards to attract a mate, women would raise their standards to avoid being deceived by men who seek short-term mating (Stone et al., 2007).

The high status men, desired by women, become more promiscuous and less likely to commit to a single partner. Women respond to this by becoming choosier and more promiscuous at the same time.

They compete more fiercely and do so by catering to male mate preferences. Women permit more uncommitted sex (Schmitt, 2005). They signal promiscuity, for instance, by wearing shorter skirts (Barber, 1999). A novel expression of such female–female competition, informed by male preferences, is that when high income inequality reduces the proportion of attractive bachelors, women post more sexualized selfies (Borgerhoff Mulder, 2018). Early pregnancy is another competitive means. In low-ratio contexts, women appear to compete for males through teenage pregnancies and pregnancies outside of marriage (South and Trent, 1988; Barber, 2000, 2001; Chipman and Morrison, 2013).

As a consequence both men and women become frustrated with the opposite sex. Women because they can't get the long-term relationships with the high status men they desire and men because they find themselves confronted with a increasingly competitive dating market from which certain men are excluded in entirety.
In liberal circles people often blame plummeting birthrates on economic hardship but the Nordic countries serve as a counter-example.

In the Nordic countries, generous welfare frees more women to break out of, or avoid, burdensome bonds (Trägårdh 1997). Similar to the way in which early hominin females could make do without paternal care, modern women can raise children on their own. Buss (2016) wrote that with long maternity leave, subsidized daycare, and other forms of support, Nordic “taxpayers effectively provide women with what partners otherwise would.” In Norway, social democratic governance on average transfers $1.2 million more to each woman over a lifetime than she pays in tax. The average man pays more in tax than he receives in benefits (Statistics Norway, 2022d; national oil revenue also counted as tax).

Instead of the birthrates being raised, they dropped even further.

In 1974, the typical Norwegian woman was 23 years old when she married. In 2020, she was 34 (Statistics Norway, 2015, 2022a)—although her first birth was at 30 (Statistics Norway, 2022b). Over this period, her fertility rate fell from 2.13 to 1.48 (Statistics Norway, 2022e).

And the poorest men were sorted out instead of being enabled to have families.

Nordic women being less dependent on male provisioning influences how their mate preferences play out. From 1985 to 2012, the number of Norwegian men who failed to reproduce by age 45 increased from 14% to 23% (Amundsen, 2014). Three times as many men as women suffer involuntary childlessness (Håkonsen and Krekling 2017). Experts attribute this inequality to women’s recycling of high-value mates (Jensen and Østby, 2014)—which can be viewed as a form of temporal polygyny. Norwegian men with high salaries have a 90% chance of being pair-bonded by age 40—those with low salaries, a 40% chance (Almås et al., 2020). Danes experience a similar marginalization: 45% of low-skilled men live alone (Forum for Mænds Sundhed, 2017).

tl;dr - the inability of men and women to pair bond results in demographic collapse. And immigration does not help remedy this problem either but introduces other negative externalities.

Experts give an impression of not knowing why this is occurring or which policies could counter the demographic collapse. Their most common recommendation has been to increase immigration (Grant et al., 2006; Grunfelder et al., 2020; Vollset et al., 2020). Since many developing countries still have high fertility rates, transferring parts of their population to developed nations appeared as a viable solution. From 2000 to 2015, Norway’s immigrant population tripled (Midttun, 2018), yet the fertility rate kept falling. Today, 15% of residents are immigrants (Statistics Norway, 2022c), which increases the population, but without motivating reproduction near replacement levels. A cultural change across Europe after the 2015 migrant crisis has made continued large-scale immigration a less compelling proposition. Recent long-term-cost estimates have shown that instead of improving national finances, many groups of immigrants undermine the future viability of Western welfare states (NOU 2017:2, 2017). Eastern European and Asian cultures have been less willing to open their borders to counter low fertility (Vollset et al., 2020).

Rachel Wilson writes:

To understand the modern-day political movement we call feminism, we must go back to the beginning. Early pagan religious ideas gave birth to feminism, and it is always out of paganism and the occult that feminist ideas and movements emerge. What is “the occult,” anyway? The word “occult” simply means hidden, but when I refer to “the occult” I am speaking of religious beliefs that claim to have hidden knowledge, or which claim to allow the practitioner to gain this knowledge, power, or god-like personal deification from its practice. This is the reason feminism is born of occult belief, because at its core, feminism seeks to make women gods over men, or at the very least to deify women. The very essence of feminist thought is a worldview where women and men struggle for dominance. This is the Hegelian master-slave dialectic, and it defines the feminist struggle no matter how often feminists want to convince us that it’s about “equality.” Feminism, in various forms, has appeared throughout human history. It is only modern technological advancements, however, that have made it possible for feminism to become the dominant, accepted political ideology governing society as it does now. More on this later, but for now let’s explore the origins of feminism found in the world’s oldest religions.
Goddess worship was once part of many of the world’s oldest religions. You can find elements of goddess worship in Hinduism, Tibetan Buddhism, ancient Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as well as in Jewish mysticism and paganism, among others. These goddess figures represent everything from love, creation, and motherhood to sensuality, war, and death. Goddess worship is seeing a huge revival in accordance with the rise of modern feminism, which is why it’s important to understand where these myths come from, and why women in the west are reviving them in a modern era which normally thinks of such ancient myths as superstitious. Wicca and other forms of witchcraft are the fastest growing religions in the United States[iii]. This is directly due to many decades of feminist propaganda demonizing traditional religions such as Islam and Christianity as patriarchal and oppressive toward women. Christianity has been the main target of feminists due to its domination in the west. Most women buy into feminism first, having been taught in public school and university as well as through pop culture that the women who came before them fought a brave grassroots war against the patriarchy. They are told that it is only because of these brave women and all that they sacrificed that you even have the right to speak or put words on paper, therefore you have a duty to carry on this fight.
Christianity is a patriarchal religion, with all things being created by God the Father, rather than some earth mother goddess, which would mean that not only is patriarchy the natural and divine order of the created world, but that feminism is a battle that cannot be won against an omnipotent Heavenly Father. So, feminists need to find a new religion that fits their feminist worldview, and Christianity becomes an enemy and a target of destruction for more serious practitioners of witchcraft. Feminist scholars and intellectuals interested in religious systems that can replace patriarchal Christianity adore ancient goddess worship because, as I’m about to demonstrate, it is rife with vengeful female supernatural beings whose main motivation always seems to be domination of men and male gods. It makes perfect sense that the modern feminists would be drawn to tales of such powerful beings who have been fighting the patriarchy since the dawn of time.

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The impact of Theosophy on feminism cannot be overstated. Even though most regular Americans probably haven’t heard of it, Theosophy was the perfect bridge from the radical reformers who embraced spiritualism in the first half of the 19th century to the New Age religious movements of the 20th century. It brought the world’s oldest religions together, attempting to combine them with newly burgeoning science and anthropology, but also with transcendentalism and mysticism. If you could create a religion specifically for feminists at the turn of the century, Theosophy would be the perfect recipe. Even today, almost 150 years later, women all over the west embrace at least parts of Theosophy, perhaps without even realizing it. Things like tarot cards, astrology, horoscopes, and all sorts of New Age phrases and trends such as yoga, vegetarian and vegan diets, or “sending good vibes” to your friends are concepts that can be attributed to Theosophy bringing those things from places like India and Tibet to the new world. Theosophy was very popular with men as well, but it was particularly alluring to women. It was founded by a woman, and it gave equal standing to both men and women. The Theosophical Society had many prominent female leaders and it claimed to teach its adherents to develop their psychic abilities and innate intuitions- characteristics that were considered naturally stronger in women due to their sensitivity and emotionality. It offered women of the time a sense of personal power and importance that many did not get from the Christianity which dominated the west at the time.

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The funding of feminist movements has been somewhat hidden for a reason---the feminist agenda, and suffrage in particular, are always spoken of as grassroots movements driven by the collective will of the people, therefore making it sound like a democratic tool of liberation. The opposite is true. People would naturally reject a top-down ideology which pushed such radical changes to the structure of society and the family if it was openly known that it was the trans-national banking elite who were behind it. The next logical question is "why?" What motivated the elites of the Victorian era to create this campaign for women's suffrage and present it as a natural, grassroots movement? I will explore more about the funding of feminism and why the wealthy elite of the world put so much money and effort into propagating it, not only in the west, but around the world as we continue.

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To definitively examine the effects of the women’s liberation movement in the west would require a whole separate book, but I can give you a snapshot of some of the biggest changes which have happened over the last several decades since feminism really took hold.
According to data from the U.S Census analyzed by Pew Research Center, 72% of all legal adults in the U.S. were married. By 2016, that number had decreased to just 50%. The Centers for Disease Control statistics say that in 1960 only 5% of babies born in the U.S. were born out of wedlock. That number has now increased to 41% in 2010. CDC data also states that in 2012, one third of all children living in the United States live in homes without their biological father present. The risks for children growing up without fathers has been studied extensively, and we have plenty of data showing over and over that the risk of poor outcomes increases dramatically for children raised in fatherless homes. For instance, CDC data say that 90% of children who are homeless come from fatherless households, along with 85% of kids with behavioral disorders, 70% of children in juvenile incarceration facilities, and 71% of children in adolescent substance abuse treatment centers. Another consequence of children growing up without their biological fathers is that they tend to end up in living situations which include the mother’s boyfriend. CDC statistics also show that children left with male caregivers who are not their biological father suffer more frequent and more severe physical abuse than any other care situation. They also show that the living situation with the lowest overall rates of child abuse are for children living with both married parents.
A 2012 study called The Effects of Family Structure on Mental Health of Children: A Preliminary Study by Bahere, Basnet, and Campbell conducted a retrospective chart review of 154 children admitted to the preadolescent unit of Lincoln Prairie Behavioral Health Center over a six-month period. The study found that only 11% of the children came from intact families, with the other 89% having a disruption to the traditional family structure. Two-thirds of the children had been exposed to trauma, with physical abuse seen in 36% of patients. The study highlighted the role of disrupted family structure and its adverse effects on the mental health of children. In addition, children in both the U.S and Europe now overwhelmingly grow up in daycare settings rather than at home with their mothers. In 1940, the number of children under age 6 with mothers working full time outside the home was 6%. In 2103, that number had jumped almost tenfold to 58%. In 2016, a report by Care.com, a daycare service finder, found that 20% of U.S. households spend more than a quarter of their income on childcare. It is also interesting to note that U.S. government welfare spending has increased in lock step with the rise of out of wedlock births, from $50 billion per year in 1950 to a whopping $700 billion in 2010.
But women are happier now than they were before feminism, right? Well not exactly. A 2009 paper called “The Paradox of Female Happiness” by Betsey Stevenson and Justin Wolfers caused quite a stir when it was released by the National Bureau of Economic Research. The abstract summary of their findings says that, despite objective measures of well-being in America over the prior 35 years increasing, the subjective overall happiness among women in the study had decreased both absolutely and relative to the happiness of men.

tl;dr —
I don't have time to spoonfeed all of this to you. The point is that feminism started as an attack on the general public back in the 1700s. It was started as a movement by those familiar with the alternatives to Christianity, almost as a spiritual attack against Christianity. The "patriarchy" that they fight is not human man, but godly man.
The ultimate designers of said plans are not, of course, "goddess worshippers". However, they inject that into the culture. Why? Population control. This is a predictable thing. Christianity was the ideology, like it or not, that led to stable two parent households and lifelong marriage. I am not a fan of organized religion, but it is what it is, and this is precisely what Nietzsche ruminated about so much, describing "god" as dead. Feminists killed him, and now we are left with a demographic collapse now that the propagation of the counter culture has reached its final stage.
Going back to Christianity is not an alternative. "Christianity" was never necessary to uphold family tradition. However, faith put in good philosophy usually leads to good outcomes, even if the faith aspect lacks epistemology. We should look at Christianity as philosophy and consider alternative ways of preserving it in our culture.
You could say "But why? Let's just focus on reproduction." Well, because the god of Christianity is positively masculine, and what replaces this when it dies is negative masculinity. "When the cat is away, the mice will play." The cat is positive masculinity, the mice are negative or toxic masculinity. Women cannot complain away toxic masculinity. Only positive masculine men can enforce such an arrangement. Which is to say, only men can police other men. That's why the battle in the Bible as well as any other mythological text is not "divine feminine vs divine man"; it's "divine man type A vs divine man type B". Actually reducing "type A" and "type B" to positive and negative is a bit reductive if you understand mythology (it comes down to psychological archetypes which are not purely good or bad), but it's good enough for our purposes.
And so ultimately, the philosophy of the most important character of the bible is the key to solving feminism, the birth crisis, and really the cultural and political crisis at large.