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AITA for telling my dad he can never see my again

2024.05.19 05:24 FerretCapable2466 AITA for telling my dad he can never see my again

I (19M) told my dad he could never see me again at the age of 13. I told him this because we found out he was abusing my step mom like he used to do to me and my sister. After initially finding out we got into a heated argument, which ended with us fighting. He was already bloodied and battered when he drove off. At the time he was addicted to met#,fen#, and aci#. On his way home to his mom’s house he fell asleep in the car with a met# pipe in his hands. The cops broke his door of and arrested him. He is now in prison for dui possession of a second degree substance and aggravated assault. AITA
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2024.05.19 05:16 facetiuosus Criminal Case for Failure to Pay(out of state)

I don’t use my ADHD to get out of things ever. I recently moved states and wracked up $500 in toll late fees, it was being delivered to my parents house and they didn’t tell me about them. I found the toll fees and couldn’t pay $500, im a student with no money at all. I called customer service in December and asked if I could do a payment plan and she said I could just pay it off in time. Not much explanation, I really thought it was okay to let sit. I was wrong. It’s really frustrating because I thought I had a different answer. I had a wedding a few weeks ago, which means I got some money to take care of this. as I was trying to log onto the zip pay website to pay off my tolls in full and it wasn’t working, turns out I have to call the habitual violator account managers. Just today I got the letter forwarded from 5/1/2024 I need to make a disposition of the criminal case or else there will be a warrant for my arrest. I swear I tried so hard to keep up with everything in my life responsibly.
I have been out of state this entire time, I thought I had the answers. Is there anyway this can get this off my record? I’m worried, my new husbands father is a cop and I don’t want him to think I’m a criminal.
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2024.05.19 05:10 YueCoolJ Assault by passenger

So I pick up this couple from a baseball game. Apparently I canceled the husband because they went pass the waiting period. So I then get a ping from the wife. The wife and husband get in my car. They proceeded to tell me that I canceled on her husband. I tell them that I'm not sure. I waited the waiting period and then canceled per uber policy. During the ride they are asking questions and Apparently I have my setting on prefer texting. Which denies riders from calling me? That's weird it never did it before. The wife is calling me a liar and terrible person. But then as im about to dropped the off the wife starts cussing and calling me a liar and bitch and fuck you. Then she hit my arm and got out the car. So I called the police. They didn't arrest her because they didn't witness it. The husband was like was I serious about pressing charges even though there isn't a bruise. Sir your wife punch me in my arm and then tried to run into the house. I'm quite serious. So apparently I gotta go to the commissioner to get charges press against her.
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2024.05.19 04:54 RideIllustrious3827 [CA] exGF reported me for DV.}No arrest yet. What gives?

The relationship has been mired in the conflict since the beginning. Things have gotten ugly many times. Her neighbors called the cops on several occasions. One time last year she was arrested for felony DV. I refused to cooperate. No charges were filed.
I got a call from a sheriff's deputy the other night looking for information about an incident that occurred at my house. He said they received an anonymous report. He wanted to come over to make sure everyone was okay. I told him no incident had occurred and I wasn't at home. Then he said my ex-girlfriend had made a report about a fight we'd had earlier that day. He asked me to come into the station to make a statement. That sounded like a setup. California is a mandatory arrest state. Anytime a DV allegation is made, if there's probable cause to believe it, somebody has to get arrested. I'm a full-time single father with mean spirited baby mamas. Getting arrested would be a disaster for my children and I. I have priors, I'm a felon. My entire life could disappear in less than a weekend if I'm in jail. He told me if I didn't come make a "Mirandized" statement in the next 24 hours he was going to file his report to the DA without any statement from me. I told him I would speak to my attorney before deciding what to do.
My attorney reached out to him the next day to let him know I would not be making a statement. He supposedly filed his report with the DA that night, Friday.
It's now Saturday evening. I've been staying away from my house for the most part and parking my car a few blocks away. But nothing has happened. No knocks on the door. No cop cars on the street. No attempts to serve a protective order. Nothing.
I'm in the dark as to how serious this could be. Some moments I think my life is over. That at any minute the doorbell will ring and I'll be taken out and bracelets. My older kid left to figure out what to do about the baby. Wild accusations, serious felonies, bail too high to afford, (More) years in prison.
But then I reconsider. If they thought I was dangerous wouldn't they have done something by now? At the very least tried to serve a protective order? Maybe she told the truth. That my injuries were worse than hers. So they took an official report, shrugged their shoulders, and said so what?
It's Saturday and I don't expect to hear from my attorney until Monday. I can't wait until then. I'm a nervous wreck. My life could be on the brink of extinction. Am I fucked? Should I be preparing my children for the worst, selling off everything I own to have cash on hand for bail, saying goodbye to all my friends? Or should I exhale, lay low, fill out the paperwork for a DVRO against my ex-girlfriend, and post on social media what an responsible asshole she is for threatening the lives of my children like this?
What's the consensus?
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2024.05.19 04:48 Whole_Kale_4349 Can someone help answer this question once and for all? I can't find any reliable source anywhere. Do you need a permit to transport an unloaded antique flintlock pistol in your car?

I cannot find any definitive information about this anywhere, and some places claim you need a license to carry an antique firearm (pre-1898) in your car, but the folks at a very reputable firearm auction house in the state said that you don't need one if it's unloaded in your car.
Are there special rules, like it has to be in a hard case, and does it being in your backseat versus in your trunk affect the legality of it? I'm really frustrated because I can't seem to find any definitive answer, and I'm not trying to get arrested.
I'm really not trying to run afoul of the law, and the whole thing has me so concerned I'm considering getting a concealed carry permit just in case, but it seems overkill and unnecessary.
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2024.05.19 04:30 Definition_Novel Antanas Bimba Jr. - An American Lithuanian Revolutionary.

Antanas Bimba Jr. - An American Lithuanian Revolutionary.
In July of 1913, the newly-arrived to America Antanas Bimba Jr., a then 19-year old Catholic ethnic Lithuanian immigrant, would later become one of the most important political figures of the Communist movement in the United States.
Antanas Bimba Jr. was born in Lithuania in the village of Valeikiškis, in the Rokiškis district of Lithuania near the Latvian border, on January 22nd, 1894. His father, Antanas Bimba Sr., was a blacksmith and peasant farmer. Antanas Jr was one of six surviving children of his father’s second wife. The Bimba family were proud Lithuanians and devout Catholics, something that annoyed much of the Czarist government whom sought to impose Russian Orthodoxy and Russian language on Lithuania. This drove many Lithuanians, including the Bimbas, to immigrate to the United States and other countries in search of a better life.
During the summer of 1913, at age 19, Antanas arrived in Burlington, New Jersey on a steamship with an older brother. He and his brother were then employed at a steel mill for only $7 a week and worked 60 hours weekly. Due to unbearable working conditions, Antanas and his family relocated, and he and his brother took up another job in Rumford, Maine at a pulp mill. Although conditions there were marginally better than the steel mill job, Antanas became sick from chest pains due to inhalation of toxic fumes, and was forced to leave the job and seek yet another one. This experience of being an immigrant and being exploited for his labor had a profound effect on Bimba, and it drove his interest in Marxism.
After leaving the milling industry, he got his next job as a truck driver, becoming acquainted with Lithuanian American socialists in the process. His first revolutionary achievement was helping in making a co-operative bakery for rye bread, a staple food of the Lithuanian community. In becoming a socialist, he abandoned Catholicism, preferring agnosticism, what he called “religious freethinking”, not wishing to tie himself to organized religion. He later became an atheist as he got older in age.
In May of 1916, Antanas attended college at Valparaiso University, a small private college that became popular in attendance with members of the Lithuanian immigrant community in Valparaiso, Indiana. He attended there until 1919, earning a degree in history and sociology, and was able to pay for his classes by tending to a Lithuanian owned library in the town. In the summers he worked in a wire factory and machine shop in Cleveland, Ohio. Bimba than became active in the Lithuanian Socialist Federation (LSF) , which served as a branch organization of the Socialist Party of America, with the LSF catering to Lithuanian immigrant populations (both primarily ethnic Lithuanian Catholics as well as Litvak Jews.) He spent his time in the LSF writing numerous Lithuanian-language publications for them, as well as traveling to Lithuanian immigrant communities in cities in the US delivering Marxist political lectures amongst Lithuanian laborers in steel manufacturing cities like Gary, Indiana and Chicago, Illinois.
His first brush against the capitalist legal system came in 1918, it is not fully clear as to whether Bimba was arrested for his trade unionist and socialist beliefs, or his objection to World War One at the time. However, Lithuanian-American historians generally contend his arrest was a result of expressing all of those opinions publicly. Eventually he was released and charges were dropped.
In summer 1919, he got a job as editor of “Darbas” (ENG: “Labor”) the Lithuanian newspaper of the ACWA (Amalgamated Clothing Workers of America). On September 1st 1919, the Socialist Party of America fractured into rival organizations, mainly amongst Social Democrat vs Marxist lines. The Marxist faction became the early iteration of the Communist Party of America, which the LSF backed, and Bimba was quick to support the CPUSA as a result. Bimba later became the editor of another Lithuanian American Marxist newspaper, this time “Kova” (ENG: “Struggle”) for the newly formed LCF (Lithuanian Communist Federation).
Following the Palmer Raids by the US government which seized communist publications and shut down their press, Bimba then published the LCF underground newspaper “Komunistas” (ENG:”Communist”).
In 1922, Bimba became editor of the Brooklyn, New York communist Lithuanian newspaper Laisvė (ENG: “Liberty”) and remained its editor until 1928.
In November 1922, along with 6 other Lithuanians, he founded and held a committee meeting for a workers trade union called the United Toilers of America (UTA). The UTA also had numerous branch organizations, mainly serving immigrant communities, which operated notably with the help of Bimba and the rest of the 6 man committee. The organizations of the UTA were as follows:
The Workers’ Defense Conference of New England
Alliance of Polish Workers of America
The Ukrainian Association
Lettish (Latvian) Publishing Association
The Polish Publishing Association
The Lithuanian Workers’ Association
Woman’s Progressive Alliance.
Since most of these organizations served Eastern European immigrants, it can be argued that Bimba is perhaps the first person of a Soviet nationality who developed a “diaspora Soviet/Eastern Bloc consciousness” driven ideology, aimed at unifying them under socialism for the benefits of their labor. A true visionary Bimba was.
The UTA later became an organization absorbed officially into the Communist Party of the United States. The UTA eventually fell apart after raids by the government during the Bridgman Convention meetings of the UTA, in which its high profile leaders of William Z. Foster and C.E. Ruthenberg were arrested. After this, the UTA was disbanded.
But it was on January 26th, 1926 that Bimba truly made his biggest mark on Marxist history in the United States. He had traveled to Brockton, Massachusetts to address the Lithuanian community there at the Lithuanian National Hall. At the meeting he championed socialism, encouraged unionizing in the Lithuanian immigrant community, and criticized the Catholic Church. He said in critique of the church as an institution:
“People have built churches for the last 2,000 years, and we have sweated under Christian rule for 2,000 years. And what have we got? The government is in control of the priests and bishops, clerics and capitalists. They tell us there is a God. Where is he?”
When he received pushback from religious individuals in the crowd who ridiculed his disbelief in God and Jesus Christ, he said:
“There is no such thing. Who can prove it? There are still fools enough who believe in God. The priests tell us there is a soul. Why, I have a soul, but that sole is on my shoe. Referring to Christ, the priests also tell us he is a god. Why, he is no more a god than you or I. He was just a plain man.”
After an individual complained to police, he was arrested and put on trial under Salem Witch Trial era blasphemy laws.
In addition to being charged with blasphemy, he was also charged under anti-communist political sedition laws, based on the following statement he made at the same meeting:
“We do not believe in the ballot. We do not believe in any form of government but the Soviet form and we shall establish the Soviet form of government here. The red flag will fly on the Capitol in Washington and there will also be one on the Lithuanian Hall in Brockton.”
With the legal and financial support of the local Worker’s Communist party, the International Labor Defense organization, and the American Civil Liberties Union, he was able to widen public support for himself.
The trial began on February 24th, 1926; six days later, on March 1st, 1926 he was found not guilty of blasphemy but guilty of sedition and ordered to pay a $100 fine. He was then released.
Opponents attempted to get him back in jail on more similar charges, but in a rare twist of events, the lead prosecutor dropped his case, simply saying it wasn’t worth pursuing.
As a result of the high profile trial of Bimba’s case, courts later ruled the blasphemy laws unconstitutional. As such, Bimba fighting such corrupt laws, causing them to be thrown out, is his crowning achievement.
In 1928, Bimba ran for NY State Assembly on the Communist Party ticket in the 13th Assembly District of Brooklyn, NYC.
Bimba also produced 2 important leftist American works, both originally in Lithuanian; A survey of labor history called “The History of the American Working Class” (1927), and an account of government repressions of Pennsylvania coal miners in “The Molly Maguires” (1932). Both books were published by International Publishers, a publishing arm of the Communist Party of The United States.
Bimba was an editor of a Marxist magazine for the final time in 1936, writing for the Lithuanian language publication “Šviesa” (ENG: “Light”).
In 1962, Bimba was awarded his honorary doctorate in history from Vilnius University in the capital of Lithuania.
Bimba was persecuted by the American capitalist legal system yet again in 1963, when the so-called “Department of Justice” tried to deport him on grounds of sedition while un-naturalized, on the grounds that, since he was not yet a citizen when brought to trial in 1926 (he didnt become a citizen until 1927) the court argued he should be deported due to pro-Communist activism prior to his naturalization. Historians generally agree the targeting of Bimba to be deported to Soviet Lithuania was politically motivated revenge, in that the DOJ was upset that Bimba refused to testify against other communists in the political witch hunts of the House Un-American Activities Committee in 1957 earlier.
Bimba appealed against thr government until 1967, arguing to be allowed to stay in America, as he was politically committed to building socialism in the USA despite that he respected the USSR.
Miraculously, in July of 1967, Attorney General Ramsey Clark dropped his case, viewing it as a form of political intimidation.
Bimba later died in NYC on September 30th, 1982, at age 88. He left his mark on the movement for socialism in America, and made himself a hero for Lithuanian Americans and all diaspora Lithuanians. In conclusion, don’t be like reactionary Lithuanians. Be like Antanas Bimba. Be revolutionary. May his accomplishments forever be acknowledged.
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2024.05.19 03:50 daleSnitterman_ AITA for trying to take over my (18f) coworker’s (19f) privileged life and stick her with my crappy one?

I know the title sounds a little out there but hear me out.
I little background information:
I (18f, fun, sexy) have an ex ‘coworker’, I couldn’t come up with a stupider name for her if I tried so let’s just call her B (19f, short, lame)
I’m from a pretty rough neighborhood on the east coast and my life was just starting to improve when the person who was helping me (deceasedF) was brutally murdered in front of me. This put me in a bit of a pickle and had heard B (not her real name) might be able to help me out, so I went to California to seek her out. (This will become important later)
When we first met I was hoping we’d get along being in the same rare line of work but she was standofish and seemed annoyed by my presence. Her mom, let’s call her June (45f, divorced) and her friends R(19f, nerd) and Alex (19M, horny) liked me from the start. I’m no expert but I think she was jealous.
She did help me take care of my problem though and I decided to stay as I had nothing better to do. I tried being her friend and sometimes she was cool but also she was always so judgy and self righteous and bitching and moaning about her problems. She had a really nice life like a mom who loved her and friends and a nice house so it was pretty annoying for someone like me as I was orphaned and homeless and new in town.
Sometimes we worked well together but she often disagreed about how I went about our job, my attitude towards stuff, etc. We had several falling outs because of her holier than thou schtick and then her equally annoying (previously ex) boyfriend, ‘Liam’ (200 somethingM, big forehead) showed back up and she was obsessed with him even though dude was as celibate as a monk.
We got into a couple fights but we’re able to kind of patch things up. Then some things happened (not really important) and We started fighting a lot physically. eventually I went to work for someone else and she wasn’t happy about it, even though this job treated me way better. She wasn’t even happy for me that I no longer lived in seedy motel.
Anyways eventually she stabs me and puts me in a several months long coma all because I ‘poisoned’ her ‘boyfriend’ ‘Liam’ (well some Other stuff happened but I don’t think that’s relevant) And to add insult to injury she then straight up exploded my boss/loving father figure(150m, politician) all because he was a little bit evil.
So when I got outta the coma I was wicked pissed at her ngl and the kicker was the boy she tried killing me for, they weren’t even together anymore. What a joke. Everyone in town had basically moved on as if I never existed.
So I took her mother, June (45f) hostage, but I didn’t even really do anything. I honestly liked the lady. I mean okay, I guess I kind of punched her and threatened to kill her with a knife (but I wasn’t actually gonna hurt her) AND that was only me adding a little flare to my monologue. I was trying to make a point. Plus I needed to lure B to her house. So then B comes in all smug about it and then starts throwing a fit, like usual. Always looking to start something. So we start fighting.
I’ll admit this is the part where I might be TA:
I had the opportunity to swap bodies(as one sometimes does) and there was a warrant out for my arrest and the only person who cared about me was dead. I wasn’t really interested in going to jail (not really my scene) and I was still really pissed at her. So i took her body and yeah, she was stuck with my miserable existence, but she’s good at solving problems so I figure she’d be fine(and my body is way hotter than hers so really who was the winner there?) Plus, she’s kind of a stuck up bitch and maybe seeing what it’s like being me would be a good lesson for her. Life’s not fair. It was fun at first pretending to be her and have all the stuff I never had. But everyone treated me so nicely it honestly started to freak me out.
I’ll admit I probably shouldn’t have slept with her new boyfriend(24m) and was kind of rude to R’s (19f, dweeby) friend T(19f, lesbian, speech impediment). But she did get her body back in the end and I helped save some people(Christians) when I should have been on a plane out of the country so I feel like everything kinda worked out???
I don’t have family or friends to ‘blow’ up my ‘phone’ but I feel this thing it’s like I feel bad for the stuff I did? But like idk am i really AITA?
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2024.05.19 03:14 lightgreenherb Urgent Help with finding housing x-post

Hello, I am writing this post as I desperately seek to better my life and avoid losing out on some help that I desperately need. I have a wife and 5 children in NW MN an hour away. I used to have a bad problem with alcohol and was arrested for a felony DUI on 10/20/2021 I was sentenced to two years in prison. Shortly after I was arrested my two year old daughter was diagnosed with retinoblastoma a very aggressive cancer. At that point I vowed to change my life for good and do everything I can to be with my family. My daughter lost her right eye, but has been cancer free for almost 3 years now. We are still together as a family, although I cannot live with them at their current house because I have a felony record and she lives in public housing. I need to stay in Grand Forks for a year and work, at that point, I will rent a house large enough for all of us to reside in. I am sober, have went through treatment, counselling, parenting skills classes, graduated as a certified paralegal and work full time in manufacturing. I have never violated my probation, and I just work, sleep, and go visit my family. I have a housing choice voucher through gfha, and it expires on the 30th of this month. If I am unable to utilize it by then I will lose it and be ineligible to reapply. I am in dire need of a place to rent prefer a 1 bedroom but a 2br may work as well maximum rent would be $800. If someone is able to help me find a place that can rent to me and will accept a housing voucher I will pay you. I'll take anything at this point, even a slumlord I have tried numerous places just to have apts rented out from underneath me or be rejected. I'm beginning to really lose hope and am sending this out there with the hopes that some of the efforts I have made towards bettering myself will pay off in someone seeing this and giving me a shot. Not looking for a hand out, just a hand up.
Thanks!
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2024.05.19 03:12 lightgreenherb Desperately seeking help with housing

Hello, I am writing this post as I desperately seek to better my life and avoid losing out on some help that I desperately need. I have a wife and 5 children in NW MN an hour away. I used to have a bad problem with alcohol and was arrested for a felony DUI on 10/20/2021 I was sentenced to two years in prison. Shortly after I was arrested my two year old daughter was diagnosed with retinoblastoma a very aggressive cancer. At that point I vowed to change my life for good and do everything I can to be with my family. My daughter lost her right eye, but has been cancer free for almost 3 years now. We are still together as a family, although I cannot live with them at their current house because I have a felony record and she lives in public housing. I need to stay in Grand Forks for a year and work, at that point, I will rent a house large enough for all of us to reside in. I am sober, have went through treatment, counselling, parenting skills classes, graduated as a certified paralegal and work full time in manufacturing. I have never violated my probation, and I just work, sleep, and go visit my family. I have a housing choice voucher through gfha, and it expires on the 30th of this month. If I am unable to utilize it by then I will lose it and be ineligible to reapply. I am in dire need of a place to rent prefer a 1 bedroom but a 2br may work as well maximum rent would be $800. If someone is able to help me find a place that can rent to me and will accept a housing voucher I will pay you. I'll take anything at this point, even a slumlord I have tried numerous places just to have apts rented out from underneath me or be rejected. I'm beginning to really lose hope and am sending this out there with the hopes that some of the efforts I have made towards bettering myself will pay off in someone seeing this and giving me a shot. Not looking for a hand out, just a hand up.
Thanks!
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2024.05.19 03:06 JJackieM89 House arrest and STS

I just took a plea deal for my third DUI in ten years: 90 days house arrest and 10 days sentence to serve (where we go out and work in the community). Anyone ever done either of these? Is STS hard labor? I’m female and don’t have great endurance, so eight hour days sound long, especially in the summer. Super grateful I didn’t get any hard jail time, just wondering about people’s experiences.
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2024.05.19 02:55 Dry_Section_7741 I can’t forgive anyone!

Two years ago (2022) in mid August, I got sexually assaulted by my mom‘s boyfriend. Now what happened may not be as bad as what many others have experienced, but I guess the worst part of it was how my mom and my family “handled” it.
He was a chain-smoking alcoholic and that day my mom and him were telling me about all the bad guys in college and how I have to be careful they might sexually assault me or bully me or whatever. At the end of the conversation, my mom told me to fix my hair in her closet/makeup room and that’s what I did. My mom went downstairs to cook, and I don’t know what her boyfriend was doing, but he kept popping in saying he was just trying to help me, call him up, he’s just trying to show me. He and I had already been on bad terms since we met during Covid. He was her client and he just got out for a DUI. We’d argue a lot, and my mom really didn’t do anything about it.
FYI, he kept trying to kiss me on the lips, but my mom would argue till the day she dies that all he did was kiss me on the cheek. He groped my left boob, I told her this while cupping it. She’d say that he held my side. She wasn’t in the room. She was downstairs cooking and I was screaming. Every time he would come in trying kissing me and, every time she would scream at him too even though she was downstairs because she heard me. At one point she came up so I told her that he’d been trying to kiss me but she thought it was on the cheek so she went back downstairs. Same shit—he comes in saying crazy ass shit, tries kissing me on the lips while my mom and I scream at him… except this time he gropes me, says sorry when he leaves the room and I rush downstairs telling my mom what happened. I was using the flat iron and I had every opportunity to burn him. Honestly a part of me wishes I did but it wasn’t the answer to this situation; it would’ve made things worse for me so I’m glad I didn’t do anything like that. When I went to college I used the resources available to me but I made no tangible improvements or positive effects for my life. I even went straight to the Police Department (not just UPD) I could’ve gotten a restraining order but I didn’t. The officer even asked me point-blank, “So are we arresting this guy?”
I remember on my last day to work that summer (2022), I was talking to my mom and she was asking me if I really wanted to tell anyone about it like it was a bad thing. The same thing happens a few days later when I get my outpatient surgery, she reminds me of her “handling” the situation. Nobody in my family really gives a fuck btw, when I told my relatives what happened they kind of danced around it, were in disbelief and honestly, were kind of telling me that they didn’t believe me. When I told my brother he said straight up that he didn’t believe me he didn’t think anyone else would.
My moms boyfriend doesn’t drink or smoke to that extent anymore. I still don’t wanna be around him, but I don’t have money. I don’t have friends. I can’t just get an apartment and my mom gets very angry at me when I had a summer job (2023) that despite paying for my stay at college and you guessed it, was over the summer, she was mad that I didn’t just stay at her house. Get a seasonal job here and make money here for free! Because he just won’t bother me, she says. I get free transportation both here and there. I don’t wanna go on family trips because he’s always there. I don’t even want to be in the same room as him. She says I’m segregating and making people walk on eggshells. My mom is so pissed about it that she won’t bother keeping us in separate areas. She says I’m segregating and making people walk on eggshells.
Isn’t that the worst part? I still live here. This is my permanent address. Like, I came back here for the summer break, for the winter intercession, and the gap of time before my last summer internship. I have epilepsy. I can’t get a job rn and I can’t make friends bc my people skills are disgustingly bad. I depend on my mom to drive me to my pharmacy. I don’t speak to any of my family because of how they responded to this situation + he’s at every event. Of course everyone loves him. I don’t love my mom, but I tell her I do so I can be on some “positive” level with her, even though we argue almost daily. She has no sympathy, despite saying her childhood was much worse—she loved her mom so much that she’d speak to her every day... like it’s some competition. She doesn’t understand why her kids at various times in their lives have become estranged from not only her, but her side of my family (one is 100% estranged). I can’t forgive anyone.
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2024.05.19 02:53 ThrowRAessue My hasband (45m) is calling me (38f) an alcoholic for wanting to enjoy a drink with my brother on his birthday. How would you handle this?

My husband and I quit drinking. Here’s the thing, we’ve been together 15 years and I drank socially when I met him and always handled my alcohol well. He on the other hand does not. We’ve had some pretty huge issues in our relationship surrounding alcohol consumption: one time he nearly lost his mind yelling at me all night, he has almost jumped into a car with children after a day of drinking (someone took his keys and hid them not allowing him to drive and making him stay the night). when he’s drunk he cannot control his emotions, he goes through all of them. I have pictures of him sitting in a pool of his own vomit… I have videos of him yelling his head off, calling me names etc. the list goes on. The last incident when he almost jumped into a car with the kids was rock bottom (I though getting arrested and beaten up on vacation would be the rock bottom but it wasn’t).
The incident when he almost drove was the last time he really drank (he tried to bring home beer on 2-3 separate occasions after that but I got pretty upset and gave him a hard time, he made the decision to completely keep away from it).
So in the 15 years we’ve been together there have been times when he’s quit temporarily (because he’s gotten really out of hand) but then slowly after some time he’ll bring home a beer for me, one for him (of course asking first and then I agree because I do enjoy a cold beer on a hot day), don’t get me wrong I know I should have said a hard ‘NO’ and I should have never drank again either because obviously it’s hard to have it in the house, or have someone else enjoy a beer around you when you can’t. But I always thought, one is not that big of a deal (next thing you know, he’s bringing home a few beers a few times a week).
So I was pregnant with my third baby when this driving incident almost took place, so I had already not been drinking for 9 months. Fast forward to Xmas when my baby was about 2 months old. I had a glass of wine at Christmas, he declined when my parents offered him one. It didn’t seem to bother him that I had a glass of wine, like I said I’ve never been out of hand like him.
So again, it’s been 1.5 years since I brought alcohol into the home and I don’t plan to. However, having a glass of wine on my brothers birthday doesn’t seem like it’s something that’s not allowed for me. I’m envited to my brothers birthday party and I’ll be driving so I would literally have one beer or one glass of wine in the span of hours… along with food consumption. I’m shocked that when I brought up the fact that I might enjoy a beer with my brother on his 40th birthday he began to call me an alcoholic? (Again, a glass of wine on Christmas and other then that no drinking for 1.5 years) we never talked about me not drinking, I never fucked up, alcohol doesn’t poison me and my brain like it does him. I was boiling inside when he started saying I have a problem, I told him I don’t and that I’ve been pregnant and my one glass of wine on Christmas ‘didn’t start anything’ because I didn’t start bringing alcohol into the house. I didn’t drink more after that one glass of wine. I feel like I would love to have a glass of wine a couple of times a year when a girlfriend comes to visit, or when it’s my brothers 40th bday! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him to start drinking again so I’ll stay away from it but I just don’t understand why he’s making a big deal about me having a beer on a big occasion when I’ve never been out of hand when drinking, or made stupid decisions like he has. I guess I was looking for him to say, ya you go ahead but I’m not having any… as opposed to starting a fight about how I have a problem? It just makes no sense to me unless he’s just projecting and maybe craving having a drink.
In the end I didn’t end up having a beer on my brothers birthday, but next year on my 40th I’d like to… I don’t want it to be an issue, and believe me if it means I can never drink again to keep him from ever drinking again I will, but I also feel like I can handle a drink 5 times out of the year without getting out of hand or starting bad habits. Thoughts?
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2024.05.19 02:38 wtfisgoingon116 high key at my wits end and don’t want to be

i’ve been fantasizing about being alone with my kid and myself for months now. it’s actually heartbreaking.
i love my DH(34) so so so much. we’ve been together for going on 6 years at this point. met when SK10 was 3. now have a 2 1/2 yr old ours baby.
SK isn’t a bad kid AT ALL. he has basic manner, compassion, i believe he will have a good heart as an adult. there’s also a lot that needs work but he’s 10. but i’ve noticed over time we just don’t click. it’s probably a mixture of things that made it this way but that’s just the way it is. i don’t have love for him. i honestly rejoice everytime he’s at his moms and don’t miss him when he’s gone. we don’t share physical loving moments, or verbal either really. im pretty hands off with him, and like it that way. when he’s around he’s just too much for me. too overstimulating, talks too much, too loud, out of touch with reality with no real hobbies or interests cause he been on the damn screens since he was a toddler. i don’t really like him. he makes me cringe and i feel so bad saying this but he’s just … unclean to me. i don’t like when he touches me or our sons things. i dont want to share with him or spend my money on him ever. i see him as a product of his mother. i would never wish bad on him and want him to do well in life. i make sure to always ask him about his day or have small convos with him or offer advice. i make food he likes when he is here, include him in stuff. etc. i would never treat him badly though i don’t like him much.
it feels like a cloud is over my head when he’s here. an intruder.
i don’t want to be ripped to shreds for this , i just don’t know what to do. i don’t like his mother for the simple fact she’s a shit mother. she takes him on her time to dump him somewhere else. has gotten into 2 car accident with him. has gotten arrested for selling drugs at one point. hasn’t worked in 3 year. lives in a shitty ass place but somehow finds a way to always have her hair and nails done. she knows NOTHING about what’s going on at school with her child. hasn’t been to 1 sporting event for her kid. i hate that DH got a fuck buddy he was never into a relationship with pregnant and decided to keep it. the evil part of me is pissed he even asked her to come back to the state we’re in when SK was 2 because she took him away.
DH is great to me. treats both his children equally. prioritizes our relationship. he’s not a perfect human being but i do love him. i read some DH stories on this sub and am appalled cause mine would literally never. all in all i don’t have a bad situation.
so i find myself stuck. because i’m dreaming of a life where i’m alone with my kid. because with DH his kid has to come along too, and my perfect reality is just us not SK but that’s a horrible thing to even imagine. I hate this non nuclear family. When SK is gone it’s like a dream. When he’s with us i feel embarrassed.
then the cherry on top is this week we went to a dinner.. our friend said you guys having more kids? DH just blurts out oh absolutely not! it’s time to focus on us now. I have 2 already! and give me a hug and kiss. while i’m smiling awkwardly cause we honestly never really discussed this number 1 number 2 YOU have 2 kids.wtf . i did tell him no more kids for NOW but i also said when we have more money i would like another one.
I don’t want to split up for a reason i can’t even identify. I don’t want to share my son as he absolutely loves both of us. i fantasize about leaving but then i think of what usually would be good about that situation for me..more free time, a house the way i want it, dating again all i can think of is i just want my DH!!!
these feelings are hard and i need help navigating them.
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2024.05.19 02:08 Idkyall93 Fr guys should we call the cops or something

I think we all know how this is going to end if we don't get that animal removed from the house. I did some digging and I think he got it from the Petco in Fort Smith AK the number is 479) 646-1252. Idk if they are allowed to take an animal back once it's sold but wondering if we should call and tell them we are concerned for animal safety for a ferret they sold to Michael Hall. The other option is the cops - Michael's arrest records are online and it also has his home address listed there. We could again tell them we are concerned for animal safety as he has 3 DV arrests and his last animal died of neglect. Thoughts?? I just don't wanna sit here and watch this play out
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2024.05.19 01:44 Odd_Mousse3152 Emergency NEED $50 to get home

I am in desperate need of $50 for a Lyft or an Uber to get home. Long story short I was with my friend and we got pulled over. My friend (the driver) ended up getting arrested and having their car towed. The cops would only bring me to the closest gas station. I am still about 35 miles from my house. Also I just had ACL surgery a couple weeks ago so walking really isn't an option for me. I just paid bills so I literally have $0.17 cents in my bank account. I only have a few friends and no one is able to help me. I don't have any family ( they are deceased) I am not sure what I am going to do. Anything would be so appreciated. Thank you so much I have paypal or venmo or cashapp
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2024.05.19 00:59 GoAheadMMDay UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries

UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries
Update #3 appears at the bottom.
Due to numerous disparaging comments by multiple individuals, I have reposted my article.
Heckling does not change what occurred. People need to know these truths, especially those who have experienced the same. They need to know they are sane, that such things are indeed being perpetrated, and the perpetrators use shame to silence them and protect their activities.
I write to encourage them not to listen to disparaging people who speak without knowledge.
February 10, 2024
I am Joseph Cafariello, a Canadian citizen and ex-member of the Canadian military. Of sound mind, not on medication, not a drug user, not a marijuana smoker, not an alcohol drinker, with no mental disorders.
I recently posted to this Liberty subreddit experiences of harassment by Vancouver's police and fire departments (Vancouver, BC, Canada). I’m the fellow who was repeatedly ordered by police to stay out of Vancouver’s Stanley Park, and was continually harassed whenever I visited the park (which I do every second day on my early morning walks).
Immediately following that post, they changed some of the techniques they use in my case. They were either informed of my post or found it themselves, seeing as my internet activity, and phone activity for that matter, are under continuous surveillance (plenty of proof which I will not include here to avoid running off-topic).
In this post, I would like to shed some light on other harassment which is still ongoing, since it occurs in private, away from potential observers. It involves the Canadian and US militaries.
Havana Syndrome
In 2016, numerous employees of the Canadian and US embassies in Havana, Cuba, started experiencing head injuries ranging from mild headaches to concussions. It happened in their sleep, and came to be called Havana Syndrome.
Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana\_syndrome):
“Havana syndrome is a cluster of idiopathic symptoms experienced mostly abroad by U.S. government officials and military personnel. The symptoms range in severity from pain and ringing in the ears to cognitive dysfunction and were first reported in 2016 by U.S. and Canadian embassy staff in Havana, Cuba. Beginning in 2017, more people, including U.S. intelligence and military personnel and their families, reported having these symptoms in other places, such as China, India, Europe, and Washington, D.C. The U.S. Department of State, Department of Defense, and other federal entities have called the events "Anomalous Health Incidents" (AHI). Of over a thousand purported cases, the majority of US investigative bodies found only a few dozen cases to be suspicious.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you exactly what happens, because I have been experiencing this since I first joined the Canadian military back in 2002, and am still experiencing these “torments” (as I call them) to this day, already 3 years after leaving the military.
I go to bed. In about 15 minutes, just as I am on the cusp of falling asleep, a hear and feel a heavy thud reverberate and ultimately strike my skull. My body releases a sharp burst of adrenalin, my heart starts racing, and my blood’s circulation speeds up significantly. Depending on the severity of the blow, it can take me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to fall asleep again. Though there have been times I could not return to sleep for more than 2 hours.
A strong headache is felt immediately, and lasts for hours. There have been times when my heart felt like it was going to burst, having been startled as such.
The pulse to the head sometimes reverberates through the wall and my bed’s headboard. I distinctly feel as though I have been hit on the top of my skull. At other times, it feels as though the pulse has come through the air, striking the side of my skull.
This is not a sleep disorder, for it does not occur regularly. At times, my sleep is disturbed in this manner 3 or 4 days in a row. At other times, there is no disturbance for up to a week. But they never let me go more than a week without such interruptions to my sleep.
Neither is it sleep apnea, as I do not awaken gasping for breath. The pounding headaches, sudden release of adrenaline, and heart palpitations I experience are caused by external impacts of sound waves or air bursts.
Sonic Weapons
How these pulses are produced is not easy to identify. As Wikipedia explains:
“Once the story became public, various U.S. government representatives attributed the incidents to attacks by unidentified foreign actors, and various U.S. officials blamed the reported symptoms on a variety of unidentified and unknown technologies, including ultrasound and microwave weapons.”
Sonic weapons have been in use for many years by militaries, and by police in crowd control. As Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic\_weapon):
“Some sonic weapons make a focused beam of sound or of ultrasound; others produce an area field of sound. As of 2023 military and police forces make some limited use of sonic weapons.”
(Do not believe the 2023 timeline. The Canadian military has been using these weapons since the early 2000’s at the latest.)
Wikipedia continues:
“Extremely high-power sound waves can disrupt or destroy the eardrums of a target and cause severe pain or disorientation. This is usually sufficient to incapacitate a person. Less powerful sound waves can cause humans to experience nausea or discomfort.”
The users of these technologies must also be using thermal detection equipment to monitor the target’s sleep. As I mentioned, I most often feel these blows the moment I am falling asleep. Body temperature drops when we sleep, and brain activity slows. Heat-detection equipment is likely being used to identify the point at which the target is falling asleep.
Why they prefer to strike at the start of someone’s sleep as opposed to the middle of their sleep, I do not know. Perhaps their intent is to deprive the body of early sleep, limiting the amount of deep sleep available to the person before their alarm rings in the morning.
Ordinary Hammers
Not all such “torments” (as I call them) are caused by high-tech equipment. I have heard and felt distinct hammer strikes running along the 2x4 beams inside my walls. These strikes can be a single hard strike, or several strikes in a row. It is definitely caused by a person with a hammer because the intervals between strikes are equidistant in time; that is, the time spacing between strikes is not random and does not change from strike to strike, but is constant between strikes, exactly as when someone is hammering. And no, it is not someone hanging pictures at 1:30 am, multiple times a week, for years.
On one occasion, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, I felt the floor-board directly under my feet pulse so sharply it felt like a brick had struck the soles of my feet. In this case, my military neighbour likely used a hammer to strike the floorboard on his side of the wall. It is the only plausible explanation.
Surveillance
This leads to surveillance of one’s activities at home. I have plenty of proofs of that. They seem insignificant on an individual basis. But when you put them all together, they present a clear picture of home surveillance.
My laptop computer’s lid cracked one night, at the bottom left corner of the screen. The next day at work, I heard my military supervisor relate to another co-worker that the night before, his laptop computer’s lid cracked at the bottom left corner. I swear to the Lord in Heaven, I am being truthful.
I tested my suspicion of being surveilled. At home one night, I blurted out-loud, “VW Passat. What an ugly sounding word, ‘Passat’”, I said. A few days later, my military colleagues at work started playing a card game at lunch, invented by one of them. The name he gave his game was “Passat”, and when he spoke it, he looked at me for a reaction. If you ever contact the Halifax military base, ask for the Claims Department and ask them if they are still playing Passat.
On another occasion, at a time when I frequented the gym every second day for a few years, I suspected my van had been fitted with a listening device. I suspected so because a number of things I had spoken with people about on my phone while in my van (nothing illegal) were repeated by people at the gym in conversations among themselves. Too many times, parts of other people's conversations matched parts of conversations I had had with others while I was in my van.
I already knew my phone was being tapped, but I also suspected my van was bugged. So one evening while driving in my van, I blurted out-loud a number of things I said I hated. "I hate (this or that)"; "I hate it when...". One of them was, "I hate when people chew gum with their mouths open." I then vocalized an exaggerated gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw."
The very next time I went to the gym, 2 days later, while I was at an exercise, a fellow sat at an exercise directly behind me. And sure enough, he started chewing with his mouth open, vocalizing that gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw." I didn't look behind at him, because I knew what was going on, and I wanted to avoid playing into his hand. So he repeated himself again and again until I was done and moved to a different station. Now, honestly, who chews gum at the gym? You can't. Or you run the risk of choking for the heavy breathing, not to mention when laying down on benches. And with precisely the same exaggerated vocalized gnawing sound I had made in my van just 2 days prior.
Their whole intent is to let you know you are being surveilled. They want you to know, as both a warning and a provocation. They want you to say something, to launch accusations, which they would readily deny, making you look paranoid. If you react too strongly, they could even have you diagnosed with some kind of disorder, and put you on medication, which further plays into their hand. (More regarding medications in the last section of this post.)
This is why, as I mentioned in my previous post, they would park their cars shining their high beams on me as I walked past them during my morning walk. And why on some occasions, a group of 3 or 4 would exit their cars and stand on my path just as I approached, forcing me to go around them. They would then remain standing on the path until my return trip through, and after I had passed by the second time, then would then return to their cars - making it absolutely clear I was their interest.
Their intent is not only to make me aware, but also to present themselves in close proximity to me, within easy reach, in the hope I would confront them, resulting in an altercation that could land me in a lot of hot water - 4 witnesses against me, all pleading innocence.
Again, it is all designed to make you look bad, and to warrant some kind of legal measure against you - preferably a medical diagnosis, discrediting you in everything you say about them. If they can't refute your claims, their only remaining option is to discredit you. That's what all of these tricks are designed to accomplish. Who would believe anything you say, once you have been diagnosed with a disorder?
There are plenty more examples. But who would really believe them? I’ll save them for the future.
Home Invasion
Both during and after my military service, I have had my apartments entered without any signs of break-ins. How? Lock-picking and duplicate keys. Indications? Missing objects; ie: money, phone adaptor, etc. Nothing major. Just something to make us understand we are being watched, and to make us understand what they can do.
But it is always something small, something for which you would be ridiculed for divulging.
Two more examples: I found my razor, which I always lay-down razor-end to the wall, turned around, razor-end toward me. Also, in one of my house slippers I found a small shoe sticker on the up-side of the heel. I had those slipper for years, and never had any shoe stickers on them. Yet there it was, clearly visible on the top surface of my slipper, not the bottom. Could I have stepped on a shoe sticker when barefoot in my apartment, only to have the sticker transfer itself to my slipper when I wore it? How many shoe stickers do you have laying around your apartment that you can accidentally step onto?
If I had stepped onto a sticker in my apartment and had it stick to my heel, that means the sticky side was up against my skin. This means the sticker would have had to flip upside down such that the sticky side would then be down, allowing the sticker to stick to the slipper. Do you really think that happened? That sticker was not there when I left my apartment, but it was there when I returned. And it was the wrong sticker, wrong brand, wrong size.
Again, what is their intent? To make someone look ridiculous so no one will believe them should they speak of other more sensitive things.
Staged Incidents
The above incidents clearly point to coordinated and staged events (at my work, my home, on my walks, etc). This is so frequently met with incredulity. "But that would require coordination on the part of so many people," the public dismisses. "They wouldn't do that."
Oh yes they would, and they have, as explained in https://fightgangstalking.com/. Note the documented cases involving the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS, Canada's equivalent to the US' CIA) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP, Canada's national police force) in the second quote, which were reported in national newspapers.
From https://fightgangstalking.com/:
“Disruption operations often involve tactics which are illegal, but difficult to prove. These tactics include – but are not limited to – overt surveillance (stalking), slander, blacklisting, “mobbing” (intense, organized harassment in the workplace), “black bag jobs” [home invasions], abusive phone calls, computer hacking, framing, threats, blackmail, vandalism, “street theater” (staged physical and verbal interactions with minions of the people who orchestrate the stalking), harassment by noises, and other forms of bullying. Many of these tactics were used by the FBI during its illegal COINTELPRO operations, as documented by stolen official documents and subsequent Congressional investigations.
"Although the general public is mostly unfamiliar with the practice, references to “disruption” operations – described as such – do occasionally appear in the news media, even though that fact would apparently be news to the editors of The New York Times. In May 2006, for example, an article in The Globe and Mail, a Canadian national newspaper, reported that the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) used “Diffuse and Disrupt” tactics against suspects for whom they lacked sufficient evidence to prosecute. A criminal defense attorney stated that many of her clients complained of harassment by authorities, although they were never arrested."
She can add me to that list too.
For the Benefit of Others
The experiences I have recounted here seem so trivial, so insignificant, they make you look ridiculous if you talk about them. But if we don’t talk about such things, no one will ever know about them. Other people have experienced the same, and are forced to endure such torments in silence. They need encouragement to talk about their own experiences, and so I write about mine in the hope they will talk about theirs, even if I do look ridiculous. The perpetrators are more ridiculous for doing them.
I remember a military colleague being hauled away by military police one morning, as she was struggling and having a violent fit. A fellow on her floor told me she was throwing chairs at her walls screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”. When he mentioned that, I knew exactly what they had done to her. She was considered unruly, and was being watched intently. They wanted her out, and that is how they accomplished it. Through wall tapping and sleep deprivation, they push you to the breaking point. And when you finally lose control and do something rash, they pounce on you, and you’re out. Now she has a criminal record, considered a criminal when in reality she was a victim. Welcome to the Canadian military, and other militaries besides, I am sure.
There are dozens upon dozens of experiences I could present. But who will really read them? Worse still, who will really believe them? I overheard my military supervisor in Halifax whisper to another, “Do you think he knows?”, after I had mentioned one of the many “coincidences” I experienced, but with a tone of my being aware it was not a mere coincidence. As I turned my face to my computer screen, I whispered under my breath, but still loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, (rank) (name), I know.” A few minutes later, as he walked past my desk, he leaned in by my ear and whispered, “We’re just trying to help you.” I should have pressed him for answers right then and there, but you just don’t know how much trouble you can get into when making such accusations in the military. So I let it go. But I will never forget.
Should anyone reading this ever decide to launch some kind of inquiry, I can mention names of over 100 people to contact, including military personnel, family members, neighbours, building managers, and others who have been contacted by military personnel with false narratives about me. They flash their ID’s and other credentials, and people believe anything they say. They turn family, friends, co-workers and neighbours against you, even recruiting their participation. Your acquaintances not only participate, but actually feel justified and emboldened playing tricks on you. It isn't their fault, though; they have been misled. I would reference them solely for corroboration.
As a final thought, here are explanations of two military programs in which certain persons (sometimes military, sometimes civilian) are kept under constant surveillance, and are in some cases subjected to conditioning in an attempt to turn them into what is called a “sleeper agent”. Almost all of the tactics presented below have been experience by me, including constant surveillance (ie: my previous post here regarding being harassed on my morning walks) and sleep deprivation (as per the top portion of this post, which other military members in Cuba and elsewhere around the world have also experienced).
Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program
See Newsweek’s article: https://www.newsweek.com/exclusive-inside-militarys-secret-undercover-army-1591881
Some excerpts from that Newsweek article, plus more background information on the Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program, can be found here: https://fightgangstalking.com/
“The largest undercover force the world has ever known is the one created by the Pentagon over the past decade. Some 60,000 people now belong to this secret army, many working under masked identities and in low profile, all part of a broad program called “signature reduction.” The force, more than ten times the size of the clandestine elements of the CIA, carries out domestic and foreign assignments, both in military uniforms and under civilian cover, in real life and online, sometimes hiding in private businesses and consultancies, some of them household name companies.
“…a little-known sector of the American military, but also a completely unregulated practice. No one knows the program’s total size, and the explosion of signature reduction has never been examined for its impact on military policies and culture. Congress has never held a hearing on the subject. And yet the military developing this gigantic clandestine force challenges U.S. laws, the Geneva Conventions, the code of military conduct and basic accountability.
“…The signature reduction effort engages some 130 private companies to administer the new clandestine world. Dozens of little known and secret government organizations support the program, doling out classified contracts and overseeing publicly unacknowledged operations.
"Federal spy agencies are using Americans to spy on their fellow citizens – the same approach to governance famously employed by communist East Germany."
How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent
By Dantalion Jones / Masters of Mind Control
The following “was” on the web, but has been removed. Surprise, surprise. But I saved its web files to my computer years ago, knowing that sooner or later it would be removed. I made a jpeg image of the web page as it once appeared, attached here.
Note that I have experienced almost all of the tactics described below, including the stalking I mentioned in my previous post here (regular walks in the park), the sleep deprivation noted at the top of this post, and the surveillance and intrusions described here as well.
Quoting the now-removed webpage: “How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent” (from here to end of post):
Amid all the conspiracy theories one of the most feared is that there exist "sleeper agents" in our society who are programmed to come into service when they are triggered by a phone call or key word.
These alleged sleeper agents don't even know they are programmed to become saboteurs, soldiers, suicide bomber, etc because of the thoroughness of their programming. They are the feared "Manchurian Candidate" that the movies portray.
The question is "Are they real?"
If they are true sleeper agents there is no way of telling until they are activated. One can however theorize exactly how they are made.
Indoctrination
Using indoctrination a person can be made to embrace a religious or philosophical belief that would make becoming a sleeper agent possible.
This would be a person so committed to an ideal they would be willing to wait patiently as a member of society until they are called into action. These people would know their mission and consciously hold it secret while interacting with the rest of society.
Conditioning
Conditioning is a repetitive process where the desired responses are enforced and rewarded and unwanted responses are punished. This can be done consciously as part of training drill and it can be done subconsciously using hypnosis or drugs to create amnesia.
Hypnosis
It has been demonstrated that hypnosis can create "amnesia walls" in which the subject has no conscious memory of what happened in the hypnosis session. It has further been demonstrated that hypnosis can give post hypnotic instruction to be carried out automatically in the waking state without the subject knowing it or questioning the behavior.
What follows is conjecture and theory based on testimonials of people who were alleged to be sleeper agents and soldiers.
Continuous Supervisions
Continuous supervision doesn't mean that the subject is cut off completely from society. It means that they are constantly overseen and every aspect of their lives are managed (without their knowledge or consent) to support their hypnotic programming.
This would include:
• Repeated reinforcement of all hypnotic conditioning.
• Handlers. Handlers are people who help maintain the subjects environment to maintain all the programming. They can play the role of family, friends, lovers, psychologists, coaches or any roll the subject perceives as supportive. The truth is the handlers are their to support the successful fulfillment of the programming and not the subject as a person.
• Minimal sleep so that the mind/brain does not process all the sleeper conditioning during sleep.
• Creating constant environmental challenges like unemployment or poverty. This gives the subject something other than their programming to focus on.
• Frequent hospitalization. This gives overt opportunity to sedate the subject for conditioning. If the subject has a history of hospitalizations for mental disturbances all the better. No one will take them seriously.
Joseph Cafariello
PS... Today is the second day after this post (February 12, 2024). A garbage truck just slammed into my parked car.
PPS... I finish writing this post because I am satisfied with its shape and content; not because of what happened to my car.
It is similar to when you are reaching for your coat, and someone tells you, "Take your coat." Since you have to take your coat, your brain tells you it's ok to obey them, and you comply. They just created an instance where they led you, and you followed them. And your brain accepted it.
It's a technique the military uses all the time. It trains you to accept instructions from that person or group. Done enough times, you become comfortable obeying them.
I just say, "I take my coat because I choose to, not because you tell me to." It's important to make that clear, to block the conditioning and affirm our self-governance; not just to them, but to ourselves as well. Now our brain realizes we took our coat by our own choice; we are still in command.
So too, I say regarding today's event. "Thanks for the warning, but I had already finished writing my post. I finished by my own choosing."
UPDATES 1 & 2: February 26 & March 07, 2024:
My apartment was once again entered while I was out. Either a key was used or the lock was picked. This may or may not have included assistance from building staff. Home invasions are included in the list of their techniques noted above, referred to as "black bag jobs".
All tenants on my floor received new fridges a couple of weeks ago. I removed the tape securing the bins inside my new fridge, and also removed all styrofoam pads from the corners of the glass shelves when I repositioned them.
The person(s) who have been invading my living space on a regular basis have struck again. As you can see in the photo below, the styrofoam pads on the corners of my fridge's shelves were restored when I was out of my apartment. I had removed all pads when I repositioned the shelves. Yet now they are back.
It is a tactic used to undermine our observational awareness in an attempt to make us second-guess and doubt ourselves. The aim is to cause people to feel less sure not only of the things we have done, but also feel less sure of the things others have done. They want us to question the accuracy of our observations and memory.
The idea is to train you to dismiss any anomalies you may observe as being your own misperception of things. Once they convince you not to trust your own judgement, they are free to do whatever they want to you, and you will simply accept it without questioning.
UPDATE 3: May 18, 2024:
Confrontations with individuals keep occurring, at times potentially violent. Following are just 3 such encounters as of late.
1 - Kick-boxer in the park:
As I parked my car in one of the parking lots in Vancouver's Stanley Park one night, another vehicle drove up behind me and parked several spots away. A tall man exited that vehicle, and walked hastily along the path I always walk, down some steps to the water's sea wall path. I took my time and followed my usual walk, also down the steps down to the sea wall. The man knew my routine, and was in a hurry to get ahead of me.
As I walked along the sea wall, I saw the same man sitting on a bench, playing a loud religious sermon in a foreign language on a device I did not clearly see. As I walked past him, he called out to me to stop and chat. I ignored him and continued walking past. He rose and started walking behind me.
I opened my umbrella, turned, and walked past him the other way, returning to the stairs back to the parking lot. He also turned and continued following me. I started running. He also started running. I ran up the steps, as did he.
Being taller than I am, his legs are longer than mine, and he quickly caught up to me on a grassy patch at the top of the steps. I turned to him and asked, "Why are you following me?" He did not reply, but stood profile to me, the same stance a kick-boxer uses when ready to kick someone. He was tall, thin, and in excellent physical shape as you would see in a kick-boxer.
He did not speak at all, but was just waiting for me to make a move. I turned, entered my vehicle and left. The encounter continued with a chase through the park in our cars. Yes, that is correct. He chased me out of the park in his car.
2 - Told to keep quiet:
The perpetrators need to operate with as little detection as possible, and they repeatedly warn their subjects to keep their mouths shut about their experiences.
On another of my recent nightly walks, a man stood on the sidewalk ahead of me about half a block away, looked at me, and shouted into the sky at nobody, giving the appearance of being a homeless person shouting for no reason. He then started walking in my direction. I continued walking straight. As he passed me, he leaned into my face and shouted into my ear, "Shut the f_ck up!" I continued walking in my direction, and he resumed walking in his.
The idea is to make it seem as though he is just a deranged man wandering the streets at night, shouting at nothing, so that when he shouts at me, any observer would simply dismiss his actions. But in reality, he was sent to send me a message to stop publishing posts like this, which I had done many times on many sites, and continue to. They don't like it when we reveal their methods. But the truth must be known.
3 - You'll be sorry:
On another occasion, while returning from grocery shopping one afternoon, I walked past a man sitting by a storefront. He was clean-cut, wearing clean clothes, without any carts or wagons or any belongings of any kind. As I passed him, he asked me for some spare change. I replied, "I'm sorry," and continued walking past. He replied, "You will be."
There are numerous other experiences, like two seemingly unassociated men standing on the sea wall about 100 meters away from each other, each of them spitting just as I walked past each one.
There are too many experiences to mention. Looking at each experience individually, one would easily dismiss them as being unrelated and simply coincidental. But put them all together and a picture starts to form, like putting together the pieces of a puzzle.
As I hand you each piece of the puzzle one by one, you dismiss each piece, saying, "This could be anything." And you discard it. You keep discarding each piece as I hand it to you. By the end of it, you look down at the table and say, "You have nothing." That's because you looked at each piece as a separate item and threw it away. But if you leave the pieces on the table as I hand them to you and do not hastily discard them, you will see they form a clear picture when put all together.
We must look at all these events as a whole. Individually, each one could be anything. But when all of these experiences are put together and considered as a whole, they form an undeniable picture. Do not be quick to dismiss each piece. Leave the pieces on the table and look at the whole. The picture I present is sound. Remember, I have all the pieces; you do not. I see the picture more clearly than you do.
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2024.05.19 00:15 subtlestrigil Why don’t they ever reply? 🥲

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2024.05.19 00:15 Amazzzzing I made the news. Ugh

I was homeless, in between getting back on medication and in the process of replacing the medication I was on.
I had a breakdown in public, I was ranting to nobody, crying, and acting completely out of character. I said something, and someone passing by told me to f*ck off. I assaulted that invidiaul moments later.
After the altercation took place I was arrested, I told the Officer during the arrest I was suffering from psychosis. The following day I made bail, but several news articles were posted online without any mention of a mental health crisis.
I already have a really blank job history from the past ten years, and I been homeless on more than one occassion spanning several months at a time.
However, now I don't know how I'm suppose to ever find a room, or housing rental with my name plastered all over the internet. Let alone find a job.
It's been several months, and I've been stable on medication since. But if it wasn't for family I'd still be facing homelessness, and without them I don't know how I'm going to manage to survive with this out there.
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2024.05.18 23:24 EllieRPG1990 THE time i pulled up to school in a cop car.

My junior year of high school my BFF and I where part of a props team in a production of our high school play. My mom had dropped me off at her house and my BFFs mom was gonna take us to the play( I was spending the night with her afterward.). On the way to the play my BFF got hungry so, her mom pulled into our local McDonald's. Unaware that her mother was banned from the promises. About 15 minutes later a cop car pulls up behind her mother's truck and tells her she is being arrested for trespassing. Her mom proceeds to tell the cop that she is aware of that but her daughter and BFF were hungry. He then told her she should of parked across the road and had us walk across. She asked the officer if she could pull her truck into the grocery store parking lot away from traffic. He obliges and follows behind us. We get out of the truck, he handcuffs her mom, and then asks us where we were going. My BFF said to the high school we have a play tonight. He told us to hop in his cop car and he would take us to the high school. About 5 minutes later we pulled up outside the the school amphitheater. Is was the most imbarassing part of the night. And my mom still doesn't know.
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2024.05.18 23:17 AffeTot97 Released Under Investigation for 2.5 years - life on hold

England - sorry, idk why the flair says housing, it's not letting me change it.
Keeping it short, I had received threatening messages from 2017-2021 from an anonymous person/persons. Reported thrice: 2019 (closed), 2020 (closed) no evidence apparently. Texts continued, I reported again (2021).
8 months later in early 2022 police raid our house at dawn, take all mine and my partner's devices. They said our IP had accessed the site used to create the email domain or something along those lines (we obviously didn't create the emails considering they'd been going on for ages but yes we obviously would have looked at the domain but I feel like that's a pretty normal thing to do). Partner and I interviewed separately for "perverting the course of justice". And no, emails were anon so nobody else got arrested in respect to them etc. Anyway, CID says devices will be expedited due to partners job (needs his tech) and we should hear in 7 months.
We moved, partner updated police of our address change. Both duty solicitor and criminal lawyer have said to both of us separately that they would be immensely surprised if they decide to charge since they aren't going to find anything incriminating on the devices (a good half of them were purchased after the "crime") and since I never accused any person as it was anonymous, and them putting the devices on expedited forensics, they said we could expect to see charges dropped very soon.
Anyway, 2.5 years later, still no contact. Partners solicitor checked a few times to no response, solicitors stopped replying to us as they apparently assumed it was just NFAed. I emailed the officer months ago, I think 6 or so months ago, and they said device forensics are all done but no decision has been made yet.
Really unsure what to do - duty solicitor no longer around and I'm a foreign national so basically I'm stuck in the country until the case is closed (leave to remain applications don't proceed if you have a pending charge so I can't get back in if I leave).
I'm starting to think this is getting ridiculous on the timescale front and it's just so frustrating and stressful. Is this timescale normal for a case like this? I made it VERY clear about my nationality so they very much do know the consequences on that front.
Absolutely any advice much appreciated!
Edit to quote verbatim email from solicitor at the time: "Almost impossible to prosecute this as PTCJ without concrete evd. and even then not likely. No named accused so no revenge motive or victim, v low impact, neither party are offender profile, only police time wasted if allegation true. Bad practice to seize devices so late, almost 1 Yr later. CPS threshold very difficult to reach here, I think. Expect should be dropped v soon or they forget about it but I will chase."
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2024.05.18 22:33 JulianSkies Blackriver Cases - Season 10 “Days of Fury” - Episode 2 “Visiting Omen”

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Season 10 “Days of Fury” - Episode 2 “Visiting Omen”

He had hoped for a boring day. Boring days are good at work, and Santos was already expecting to not have many of them for a while.
The first couple of days were boring, as usual- Blackriver is a small town, and the worst that had happened was Nila and Kessa making a few wellness checks after worried calls from neighbors. A couple of people in denial, a few ashamed at their own violent outbursts and a stern warning to Tamm about painting others’ properties without asking first.
This morning, however, began with an all-hands meeting. There were no meeting rooms in the office, so they made do in the general workspace room, they all stood there at the center while Keya looked them over.
“We have received a report from a neighboring city about a convoy of protestors making its way to Blackriver” she describes without tone. At this point nobody bothers interrupting.
“This convoy is comprised of approximately four hundred and seventy eight individuals of multiple species, primarily human and venlil but with operationally relevant representations of the entire spectrum of size and mobility types” her paws are behind her back, her ears focused directly ahead, her eyes centered to keep the entire team on the core of her focus “They have crossed multiple cities already, generally engaging in verbal sparring with any figure of authority, parading signs and banners denouncing all manners of authorities as well as occasionally engaging in physical altercations with officers.”
“They are also known to engage in vandalism. Though primarily aimed at exterminator and police precincts as well as public offices, they have already caused considerable collateral to others they have identified as ‘collaborators’” there’s a single heartbeat of waiting for breath before she continues “They have, however, not shown to be an incredibly organized group or one with a clear goal and objective. The convoy appears to contain only extremely emotionally charged people with no clear overarching goal.”
“We are incapable of dealing with the situation should they turn aggressive, as such we will be simply maintaining watch and relocating the populace should they become a problem.” Then, she picks up her holopad and passes it to Lunek beside her “They can only follow one path with the entire convoy, the central street, therefore I have divided it into four sectors. One of each will be assigned to a sector.”
First her ears turn to the first target “Lunek, sector one at the entrance. As the most approachable member of the precinct your task is to give an initial image of harmlessness. Do not engage first, do not take initiative against them. Ensure the members of the herd in the area are warned of their approach. If they become aggressive, retreat and focus on the escape of the herd.”
She tilts her head a little bit, turning her ears the other way “Marik, sector two. Mostly the commercial area, your task is ostensive protection to lower the chances of them initiating aggression. Whereas protection of the herd is first priority your second priority is ensuring Tenve’s Hardware Store as well as Sunbreeze Meals and Watchful Café remain capable of providing anyone whose residences become damaged.” suddenly, she turns her head entirely to face Marik “Ostensive protection means dissuasion, ensure that they know they are not under threat and as long as those specific areas are not engaged, do not provoke”
Next in her line of fire is Santos “As our human officer you will be in sector three, nearby the precinct. They are liable to become most agitated in this area and your presence may serve to calm them. You are not to engage, if deemed necessary the precinct’s materials are considered expendable, do not attempt to stop them”
“Sector four, the exit of town, will be with me to ensure that they have fully left Blackriver and will not attempt to turn back” then she tilts her ears again “Aren, you will gear up with a CCG and remain out of view range, your task will be quick emergency response should the need arise.” she then points her tail at the last three officers “Vess, your task will be to inform the herd and ensure a clear path for the convoy while Nila and Kessa will gather all of our medical supplies and set a staging area out of the convoy’s range. Organize ambulance assistance from Striped Hill and Everrain”
Then, she turns her ears around to focus each one in turn “As any attempt at aggression will end only in negative consequences, and in order to reduce the apparent levels of threat you will be unarmed. The estimated time of arrival is a third of a claw, ready yourselves and be at your post in time. Dismissed.”
“Not sure if I like or I don’t that we had the cold bastard right now” Aren says, as soon as Keya had left the room “Maybe we should move in closer when the convoy gets to sector four?”
“Probably a good idea to be nearby” Santos adds with a sigh “They might take umbrage with her demeanor, hopefully they won’t be set off too hard.”
And with silent signs of agreement all of the officers of Blackriver depart for preparations. The first ones to leave the precinct are the ones in charge of support, the two girls set off early to find someone willing to permit usage of their lawn as a possible impromptu field hospital and a little while later Aren leaves with a heavy CCG.
Slowly, the clock ticks to the appointed claw… And soon enough, Lunek can see in the distance the incoming omen of people. At first a distant line in the horizon, slowly the dark mark on the road coalesces into distinct shapes, the shapes of hundreds of vehicles slowly rolling down the road.
When the first few get close to the initial buildings of the main street, the entire convoy slows down. Their process of preparation is seemingly laborious, each vehicle houses multiple people at a time, smaller cars full to the brim, flatbeds with more people on their cargo space than can safely be contained, even buses conscripted for the effort. They carry with them signs, flags, a multitude of symbols as they dismount their vehicles and start spreading out to fill the street.
They seem to naturally form two distinct yet highly mixed groups, at its most distinctive is the pack of humans who keep a good distance from each other. But they are not alone in this group as takkan, mazic, yotul, zurulian and even drilvar form this central group. But flowing around them, not avoiding their presence but never infringing in their space is the grey mass of venlil, packed tight together, and mixed in there adding color to the monochromatic flux are krakotl, tilfish, sulean, iftali, sivkit and even a seemingly very confused duerten.
And at the very core of the moving group are their vehicles, which gently start rolling forward again as the group starts moving. Lunek simply waits, silently, by the side of the road, his ears attentively swiveling from one side to the other, expression having given way to function. Before the first of the convoy even arrives close he turns to the side, making a pointing sign with his tail. A woman who had been watching from her yard flicks her right ear and runs back inside.
He continues to wait, scanning around at all times for the presence of… Anything. The street is empty of locals when the first visitors start to alight. The convoy is loud, their symbols carry a loudness of colors and their vehicles make as much noise as they can to draw attention, but those who walk seem content in allowing their tools to speak for them, for now. Lunek tries to make sense of the banners and signs, but the messages are disparate as the group- Some speak of injustices against their people, some speak of anger at invaders, some speak of betrayal.
“Fuck off, fireman!” comes the harsh bark of a human, causing Lunek to flinch. But flinch is all he does, he simply starts walking alongside the moving convoy.
The exterminator’s attention is drawn to the details of the few people he can distinguish amongst the mass. Something tickles at his pattern-recognition but he cannot quite ascertain what for a while, until a lightly limping mazic makes her way to the edge of the mass “Want to finish the job?!” she trumpets, her form towering over his.
“I’m just observing, ma’am.” Though the tremor of his voice is noticeable, he remains stoic. But her proximity makes him notice something about her body, marks in her wrists, neck and feet. Though mazic have powerful wrists and knuckles upon which they support the front half of their weight, her left wrist seems completely incapable of it, giving her a limp particular to a three-point walk. “To make sure there’s no impediment on your path” he notices the leathery skin around her left wrist is deeply blackened.
“Oh, ‘no impediment’ is that it? So everyone that lives here is an impediment?!” her voice booms.
“Ma’am” still, he does not yield nor does he break his pace following the convoy “We have not done anything other than inform our people of your presence…” for a half second all he hears is the sound of his own heart “We can’t do anything else.”
Those words, then, sealed his fate. The first shout to echo in his direction was a yotul howling “Yeah you’re useless!” and soon the avalanche came in multiple voices and languages “Can’t do shit!” “You’re just here to hurt people!” “Useless crap!” “Idiot!” and many more.
With every step and twitch the very average exterminator puts all of his focus on just being there. He lets himself cower a little bit, against the barrage it is difficult not to, but he continues to accompany. A few curious coats step out from their houses to watch, but the front of the convoy seems far too focused on the sole exterminator in view to bother anyone else.
A few steps ahead, an older venlil with a cane has moved the closest to the convoy as any watcher has up to now. Seeing her proximity to the increasingly rowdy crowd causes Lunek to speed up, quickly approaching her “Leva-”
But his words are stalled when she puts a paw on his shoulder, she gently puts her head against his for just a second “You’re doing good pup, keep at it” she mutters to him before breaking contact and turning around to walk back inside. He can spy her grandchildren looking on through the door. Lunek looks back at the still-shouting moving convoy, takes a deep breath, and continues to accompany them forward. A small pawful of them, however, seem to have fallen silent.
Once having reached the limit of his assigned zone, however, Lunek stops. He watches the convoy move forward, past the houses, now noisier than before. The initial hollering at him had turned into disjointed screams at some indistinct foe- Though the herd had been noticed of a foe, it was yet unaware of who, or what, said foe was. So for now it howled at the ineptitude of… Someone. And as the last of the convoy passes beyond the imaginary line of his duty, Lunek lets out a deep sigh and allows himself to sit down on the ground.
He stays there for a moment, without thought, simply letting the tension, confusion and fear permeate his body until a gentle paw touches his arm. He doesn’t need to look to identify it, he lets his lover use her strength to prop him up, raising him to his feet “Keina you shouldn’t-”
“Neighbor’s looking over Tiss” his wife wraps her arms and tail around him “I’m not leaving you alone.” she stays like that for a second, before breaking off “Do you need to go after them?”
“No”
Marik stalks through the sidewalk, moving with energy. His speed outpaces the movement of the convoy, his paws twitch to grasp at something that isn’t there and a deep and intense motion makes his short fur stand on end. He had let the convoy’s head move in front of him, simply standing still as he assessed as many as he could in the mass, and now he had begun to move towards the front again.
As he stalked forward he focused his sight on every member of the convoy that seemed of interest. A human whose clothes seemed suspiciously loose, a venlil whose movements were far too stiff, a gojid who kept his claws behind his back. He stared at each like they were his quarry, analyzing every piece of movement they made for threats, and yet aside from the challenge in the human’s gaze he saw no danger arise.
Tenve had closed his shop, so as the convoy moved forward Marik simply continued to follow along, scanning the crowd for threats. But the next point of interest arrives, and he rushes ahead placing himself in front of the only restaurant of the town. Sunbreeze Meals wasn’t a very common sort of restaurant, Blackriver did not have enough visitors for a normal restaurant to be profitable and was small enough most people had their meals at home, it most often served takeout for those farmers who’d spend so long in the field they would return home without the energy to feed themselves.
Sparing a look inside at the only five tables, Marik couldn’t keep a small thought away from his mind. How most who got their meals from Sunbreeze these days did so because they enjoyed the cooking rather than their need of work, ever since the sunspeck population has been brought under control and the maintenance of the fields had become much smaller. He feels the presence long before he can recognize what led him to feel it and turns to stare at a group of six that approach the entrance: Two humans, a tilfish, two gojids and a takkan had broken off from the convoy and approached the restaurant.
He traces his color band over each in turn, and they all bristle at his stare. One of the humans hesitates before continuing to walk inside, and Marik simply remains by the door with his arms crossed, left ear twisted as far back as he could to listen to the inside.
“What have you got here?”
“W-we mostly ha-have ready ma-made meals to go or- or- Or you can look over the menu”
“There’s no need to stutter, y’know”
“So-sorry-”
“Really, after everything y’all are still with this predator crap?”
The chimes on the door echo for the second time in sequence as Marik makes his way inside. The tilfish had started to lean over the counter while the other five had arrayed themselves behind her. They all turn their attention to him as he enters, including the venlil manning the counter. Marik keeps his gaze directly on the tilfish for a few uncomfortable seconds, before looking at the man behind the counter and making a simple sign with his tail, a short vertical bob with the tip and a slow horizontal swipe. It’s meaning simple: >Safe<.
After a few seconds someone else appears from the kitchen. The tall venlil carries a large stack of plastic boxes in his arms, all of them seemingly designed to attach to themselves so as to be carried with ease. He puts them down with a resounding crash on the counter, and opens up his voice with ice “Farmer’s Pots, good meal when you’re working and can’t go home.” With each word the owner of the restaurant and main cook comes closer and closer to the tilfish, until the last “Ten credits each.”
Nobody moves for a couple of seconds, and then one of the humans steps closer and brings a holopad over to the credit reader. There’s a noise indicating payment, and then the owner raises his head and tilts it to focus his favored eye and both of his ears at the man who paid “Now,” he shifts register in his voice and the language he speaks in “fuck off” he finishes.
With no small amount of surprise the group of six retrieve the stack of packaged meals, carefully walking out and back into the convoy. Marik stays behind for a moment “Didn’t know you spoke human”
“Pup’s enamored with their languages. Of course, first greek words he learns is swearing.”
Outside, Marik stalks further ahead to the next point of interest. He moves faster than the convoy, and has time to move in front of it. For a few meters the street is still clear as he arrives to find a group of people standing in front of the Watchful. Standing there were all of its employees, and even all of its regulars, twenty people total standing there as if they were having the most normal day. If not for their raised ears tracking every noise coming from down the street and their swaying tails swinging about like angry beasts.
One of them simply points his tail at the other side of the street as Marik comes closer, and the hunter doesn’t need a second command to understand the meaning. They have this, he has a less practical but just as important duty. He crosses the street quickly before the convoy starts coming closer, and heads towards the park.
As the regulars of the Watchful had feared, it took little time until a large group had broken off from the convoy. With the town on alert about the convoy they had found themselves bereft of prey and now this group had set out to find some, anyone who might be willing, or not, to listen to their grievances. And what is clearly a place designed for people to congregate looked most appetizing.
Marik shadowed the group as they moved through the park, but they were accompanied by nothing but silence. It wasn’t until they ran into the centerpiece of the park that he took initiative, stepping ahead of the group and simply… Standing there a distance away from the tree of many scions, between it and the group.
“What’s so important over there, fireman?” it was a venlil who asked, but his usage of an english word was not lost on Marik.
“A place you will respect” the exterminator has his arms crossed, the one good portion of his gaze set on the man who asked “This is a grave.”
Though the group that now prowled was large, those who heard were taken aback. One such, however, approaches closer. He was a venlil whose fur shifted between a soft, brownish color and a dirty white “A tradition of the tenets right? One of those family trees?” The man would have been distinctive in any other group due to his missing patches of fur around neck, wrists, even portions around his head. But such signs of long term damage were common in the convoy.
Interest. They had shown true interest, or at least one of them had. “No, but similar… The forgotten tree is a grave for the forgotten.” He felt like these people, at least the ones before him, could probably understand the meaning of this place “It is of no tradition. Someone, a long time ago, wanted to honor someone who was gone but whose name was not meant to be remembered. Someone who had disappeared in the system… So they borrowed on another’s tradition, and added a scion to this tree, with something in their memory. Others have done so similarly, until it became… A grave for the forgotten”
“Didn’t think you’d be worried about this kind of place” it’s a human that speaks up this time
“Our duty is to protect this town, what you think-” but Marik’s words are interrupted by that same venlil who had asked before. His demeanor suddenly shifts, his ears perk up and his entire body shifts forward for a moment. He hesitates, for a second everyone’s focus is on him, and then he runs towards the tree.
Marik follows behind, stopping just by the man’s side as he finds himself at the base of the tree. The man makes a direct line to somewhere, something he had found from the distance, as if it had called him. He finds a thick and heavy branch that had been bent down by the weight of its scions and memories, near its base and speaking of a memory left behind long ago is a braid of fur made of three colors, a dirty white, a soft brown and a dark grey, bound by the braids are two beads.
The man raises up a paw, but does not touch it. As if cradling it, he recites the words engraved in one of the beads “I will cross every star to return home” others have come closer to listen to the man’s hoarse voice “There will always be a home for you” he reads of the second one. The names on the beads have been scratched out. The man falls on his knees “S-she kept her promise and… I couldn’t keep mine…”
Marik steps back as he watches two others come closer to comfort the man. He looks as a few others approach with more caution, looking up at the tree with a bit more reverence than they had before. Then, he turns around and starts heading back towards the main street.
Gazing out as the convoy gains a new flux, some leave it as it passes to move towards the park while others leave the park to rejoin the convoy, Marik simply stays there at the side of the street looking as stern as he could. Though the noise of the convoy remains great, here in this portion it seems to die down a little. A thought crosses his mind as he turns an ear as far back as he can, a thought he can’t help but voice “I wonder how many are looking at their own graves…”
As the convoy progresses, Santos simply stands by the front of the precinct, hands in his pockets. He watches the convoy arrive, heart beating fast, constrained hands the only reason he hasn't started shaking quite yet. He starts tapping his right foot as he watches the first few people cross by without noticing what this place is yet, everyone knows where the precinct is, so aside from the words printed on the sign by the entrance there is no other marker of what this building’s purpose might be.
Of course, it is impossible for nobody to notice. The entire convoy seems to stop as soon as a zurulian riding on the shoulders of a human points a claw at the building and says something. A large group breaks away at the command, all of them holding disparate signs and messages. They turn on the building with enough roars that whatever they are attempting to transmit is lost on him.
Santos is thankful his hearing isn’t nearly as good as his coworkers’, as the cacophony is already overwhelming him. He changes stances slightly, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. This prompts a small group to turn their looks at him, the focus easily identifiable with the humans in their midst, focus which made the hair in the back of Santos’ neck stand on end. Living in this place had refined his sense of danger, but he didn’t need that to realize what could happen.
It was a group of five that approached, four humans and a venlil. “Didn’t think they’d be letting humans live out here in the boonies” said one of his kin.
Santos just shrugs “Got hired to work here. Honestly, rural folk get a needlessly bad reputation, most of the time they just don’t care as long as you’re not bothering them”
“Really? In my-”
Santos interrupts the man “Cut it out” there are many ways in which humans make themselves obvious, many of which are their eyes. Santos did understand the fear of them and why it was primal, it was not the fear of the eyes but the fear of attention, it was knowing you were under the scrutiny and judgment of another that set off that emotion. It was rarely the eyes that showed this attention for most species, but for humans it was, and the man’s clear gaze on his badge made the entire situation clear to him “Stop beating around the bush and say it already.”
Someone else is who speaks. The tall woman starts not with words, however, but by spitting on Santos’ uniform “You fucking traitor” her voice is both fierce and cold at the same time. A very emotional coldness.
“There we go” he sighs “Just… Move on. We’re not getting anything out of this conversation”
“Why?” It was the venlil in the group that started this time “These people hate you, they hate you for what you are! Why do you work for them?!”
Santos rubs his eyes and sighs “Because someone has to. Change only happens when you make it happen, simple as that”
“Change?!” another one of the humans howls “Do you think those people can change?! You know the truth, those fuckers have never done anything good!”
“You know, if you had read your history books…” Santos stares at the one who had just had their outburst “You’d remember that we once thought the very same about the police” there’s the sound of glass breaking, but he doesn’t reaction “And a lot of us still do”
The human staring him down shifts their gaze slightly at the broken window of the precinct, then back at Santos “A broken window is easy to fix” he shrugs “As I was saying. Same shit.” he crosses his arms again “There’s a role those people play, a role that needs to be played because it’s important. Different name, different problems, still the same shit. Gotta fix this, I’m doing my part” he then stares at the venlil in the group “You do yours. Simple as that.”
“Role?!” the venlil of the group steps closer “What role could they possibly have?! They only exist to hurt people!”
Santos steps back, and raises his eyes a little bit. Of course, the classics had shown themselves in this instance. With as many humans as there are in the crowd there were now quite a few objects in the air, most clearly aimed at the precinct behind him. Though given the failed arc of some of them it was clearly not just the humans indulging in such a tried and true method.
“I used to be a wildlife preserve ranger” Santos then focuses his gaze on the aggravated venlil “This is a frontier town, if you walk in the brushes with shorts you’ll walk out with your ankles numb. The athai out there are rather harmless, but they keep the sunspecks under control.” He takes another step back “Since coming here I’ve been pest control, had to catch an exotic animal set loose, investigated a murder, helped stop a child from taking her own life, stopped large scale fights, helped a dozen people avoid being arrested for self defense and helped break a fucking siege
Santos cracks his knuckles “There’s roles. Jobs that need done and there is one fucking organization doing it all. That is a problem.” Then, he sighs and takes a few more steps to the side, offering indifference from this point on “There’s nothing I can say that would make you calm down.” he says one final time “Just make sure not to injure yourselves in the process, alright?” His words seemed to be enough to make the small group cease trying to interact, as the convoy had begun moving again. Though the one human who had called him a traitor gets one final parting shot at the precinct “Where the hell did you get an egg in this planet…” Santos says with a raised eyebrow as the projectile impacts the front door.
Keya stands by a large sign, the same one that welcomes you into Blackriver on one side and sees you out at the other, the official limit of the town. Her arms behind her back, her attention directly towards the front of the convoy as they march. Something gains the whole of her attention, the car in the front. Someone draws her focus, a human with a megaphone on top of the car. The man shouts words of encouragement at the people behind him with the megaphone before turning to his holopad, then he bends over downwards to discuss something with the driver.
She simply remains there, waiting for the convoy to pass. But instead of moving on out of the city, here the convoy stops completely. Keya observes as the further end of the convoy starts to slowly compact upon itself, and her ears pick up something “Alright everyone, start getting ready, next town over is more than a claw away, make sure you’ve left nothing behind” the words were not meant for her, nor for anyone too far. They come from the same man she had seen standing on top of the car, but he had now climbed down and was talking with a group of multiple species.
It is clear they have some degree of leadership, though the convoy does not stop cleanly nor does it begin to organize with alacrity they do respond to the group’s organization. So Keya keeps her focus on them as they point, wave and talk between themselves, others and devices. But at least one of them has noticed her attention, a gangly and light-skinned human with fire-red hair, the man that was atop the car. He starts walking in her direction, before turning around for one final set of commands as he walks backwards “And make sure the guys at the back got all the crap! We’re here to be heard, not to trash the city!” he says before turning back again to head towards her. A venlil with pure white fur erupts from inside the car he was riding, quickly dashing to his side as they notice where he was going.
In a few moments both have come up to her, the human looking down at her with the venlil bristles at his side “Saw anything interesting, fireman?”
“What are you doing here?”
“What? Isn’t it obvious?!” it was the venlil that roared a response “You saw all of it! You know what they’ve done to us! What they’ve done to everyone! And you still work for those brahking monsters! It’s like you’re thankful they made you a cripple!”
The human puts a hand on the venlil’s shoulder, calming her demeanor just a little bit “We’re here because honestly, we’re all too tired of being fucking ignored is what. So what the fuck are you gonna do?!”
“I have put the wrong emphasis” Keya says with her lack of tone. She can see the human shiver just a little bit “My task is to ensure the safety of this town. Your convoy is a danger. We have eight field-capable officers, we cannot ensure the safety of the residents against a group like yours. People will take actions for reasons, you have broadcast your reasons clearly. You have chosen this place for a reason which I cannot ascertain.”
She makes sure her ears are trained towards both the human and the venlil, an action which causes the venlil to cower behind her partner “We do not house government agencies. This is a farming town of little note. The local precinct is a simple precinct, we have no regulatory or command authority. The town population is approximately double that of the number of your convoy. We have no individuals of appreciable social or political reach. There is nothing in Blackriver of interest to people attempting to change government policy, nor have there been actions taken here that I can identify as being cause for retaliatory actions within the context of your message.”
“I must ensure this does not happen again and the only way of doing so is minimizing our attractivity as targets. A logical assumption of your choice of quarry would be a town with the presence of politicians, a large city with constant news coverage, cities housing important government agencies or those containing the Regional Firebases”
“So I ask again. What are you doing here?”
The two remain silent for a few seconds, before the human turns around with a mouth noise “Whatever, I don’t need to explain myself to someone that won’t listen. Come on!” he starts to stalk back towards the car, but stops once he notices his venlil companion wasn’t moving.
The snow-white venlil has their focus on Keya, who offers a simple low forward swipe of her tail, a sign to proceed. Still, the venlil seems frozen in place until the human comes back and grabs hold of their paw with a gentle touch. At which point both finally return to the convoy.
Keya remains at the side of the road, watching as the convoy readies itself again to leave. People get back inside cars, they hop on the back of trucks and load themselves into buses. She continues to watch as the convoy takes its time riding out, making their way out of the town.
Once it is finally gone, multiple footsteps sound behind her. When she turns around she meets her officers, having returned from their assigned positions “They have left. I expect your reports of what happened in each sector by the end of your shifts” she states plainly, before looking at Santos “They did not appear to have a specific reason for targeting Blackriver.” The question remains unspoken.
The human officer just shrugs “Sometimes, you don’t know what you’re doing. We’re just a little town, I doubt they even know what exactly they’re angry about.” He looks at the tail end of the convoy as it leaves “Town was probably just a place they felt safe going to.”
“D-do you think we might get more like that” Lunek says, at the back of the group.
“Who knows…” Santos sighs “But if human history applies anywhere here… This is just a sign of worse things to come”
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And thus the omen passes by. Feelings, emotions of all sorts, without a plan or a reason other than just their own rage and distress.
Did any of these even know what they were doing? And how much worse can it be when they do?
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2024.05.18 22:27 LittleTurtle24 No one else to talk to.

So my baby has been home for 3 weeks (1 month old yesterday). Y'all have seen my post she's a NICU baby ettc.
I feel so angry,tired,sad,house arrest feeling etc and here's why....
So recently my son has been acting up since we are home again with giving trouble staying in his toddler bed for nap/bedtime bc he got out of routine after a week of not being home while we had baby etc. Then my husband has been out of a job for 3 months almost and finally might have one but we don't know yet. I'm also a sahm who's had help from her husband the last 3 months so I'm freaking out about potentially being home alone with 2 babies and one who doesn't listen well bc he's 2yrs even though I feel he listens to Dad more than mom. I also want to go places as a family again bc I've been couped up in my home since the end of February with no job/bedrest/new baby but all I get from my husband is "go somewhere leave me with the kids" bc he doesn't want our daughter(35 weeker) going places until she's 2 months old like the NICU said even though she's been around all my family, will be baptized before her 2nd shots, all his family and been to the doctors office 2x. Our son (32 weeker) was the same thing told but I vaguely remember going a few places with him covered. I just wanted to go to one very small children store today but instead I'm home with a toddler who fought so much to sleep that I got angry and he worked himself so much he puked from crying bc he didn't want to nap (eventually he fell asleep with me rocking him) and my other tiny baby laying on me which I love but feel like I never do bc something/someone needs something done.
What is wrong with me? I don't remember feeling like this with #1 at all and my husband was home only for 3 days when our son finally came home bc he was back at work by then.
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