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As we all know, Mark Cuban will be leaving Shark Tank after season 16. In my mind, there is no doubt that the departure of such an iconic Shark will leave a huge hole in the show that might turn off many viewers. I believe I am the solution to that for a variety of reasons.

1. As a 17 year old, I believe I can draw in viewership from demographics that might not regularly watch the show. By utilizing expansive and complex vernacular such as “sigma” and “rizzler” when describing my thoughts on products, I’ll guarantee a sense of relatability that’ll deeply resonate with gen Z and gen alpha audiences.
   
2. I have like $12 in my bank account. In contrast to the other Sharks, who are lightyears beyond me in terms of wealth, I believe I can play into this aspect of my character to craft an engaging underdog narrative. Imagine how excited audiences will be when the Shark with less money than the people pitching finally inks a deal. It’ll be awesome.
   
3. My unique experience with small businesses guarantees a richer understanding between investor and entrepreneur. When I was in elementary school, I would bike to the nearest corner store and buy a bunch of snacks, and then sell them to my friends at school at the exact same price I bought them for. Of course, I didn’t make any money, but that’s besides the point. I didn’t do it for the money, I did it for the love of the game. The same love entrepreneurs have towards an idea they believe in. My disregard for making money will allow me to cut deals that benefit only entrepreneurs, such as $500,000 for 0% of their company.
   
4. I hate sob stories. I promise to laugh at every single one.
   
5. I will bully every Shark. I mean it, I just have that hater energy in me. Robert starts yapping about his father? I’ll look him dead in the eyes and say “womp womp.” Mr. Wonderful says something about royalties? I’ll point at him and loudly exclaim “BALD!” as I maniacally cackle. Daymond makes a deal?… Actually I think I’d be too surprised to say anything. BUT NO SHARK WILL BE SPARED. Not even the guest sharks, hell not even the announcer. That’s right, I’ll bully him too.
   

Anyways I’ve yapped for long enough, I’m sure I’ll get an email from ABC asking me to be on the show any minute now.

Hi everyone, im a 22y Male, a bit overweight, ms patient. I've always been into weight lifting for last 6-7 years never been consistent, i trained 2-3 months per year (i took it seriously when i did, so everything was on point i guess) then quit till i get the urge to start again. 8 months ago i decided to lose the weight entirely and build a decent physique i went from 95kg to 78kg (78~80rn) and started bw training last month, my current routine is: (im on a 1800 calorie diet, trying to get 70kg) 3x week dips push up inverted row (i have pull up bar, but i can't even do 1 rep so im doing this) lateral raise (10kg dumbells) bicep curls/hammer curls (i switch between 2 every other session) My question is, is this enough? am i missing any muscle group? (except legs) what would you guys recommend or can you give me advices? thanks in advance.

What is the right approach for this situation ? TLDR - Self Sabotage ,Student , haven't studied for past 7 years . Now can't read properly and understand text.
Story goes like this - Never Studied in life (the way and actual student studies , just listened in class and went tuition and just opened books before exams and still got very high marks so everybody started expecting a lot from me . That was my whole identity like I was the guy who just scores good marks . But in reality I didn't even put 10% effort what an ideal student does and feel guilty about that , about not working hard and wasting time . I believe it was luck because sometimes what I read before exams only that questions came and now my luck has run out . So have to resort to hardwork . Here comes the real problem as I never learnt how to learn i am facing problem to learn now. Along with this I have a lot of bad habits . Extreme Procrastination , 24×7 Mobile phone , social media overuse , doom scrolling and just wasting time watching movies and TV . This continues since past 7-8 years . Completely. Close to 2920 days . That's a lot of time I have wasted . My greatest vice is porn and masturbation addiction. I have tried to quit cold turkey or by willpower but can't last more than 2-3 days and fall back to same pattern for months . I think due to combination of all these habits my brain has fried completely and now I can't even read properly. I can't even watch a YouTube video properly anymore . I just doom scroll and sleep and eat . No physical exercise. I tried going to gym for 4 months but it didn't help one bit or maybe my approach was wrong. Now I have again fallen into bad eating habits and gained weight (120KGS). This is no way life should be lived. I want to be happy and proud of myself for just one day in my life before I due where I don't hate and despise myself . I am a 20 years old guy from India . The worst situation is I know what to do. I just don't do it even though I know what to do . Now I know no one can do it for me and I have to do it myself but I couldn't. Watched 1000 of self help videos, didn't apply anything and still am same . Bought self help books but didn't read a single page . Have wasted a lot of money of my parents but they still support me so I have to do something good for them for once in my lifetime . I know I want to change and how to change and what to change. But I just don't do it . I am stuck in a very dangerous loop . Guilt shame and regret has consumed me with self hatred . Why do I do this self sabotage and how can I get started from today ? Have went to doctors multiple times and taken meds but didn't help so have decided to do this myself .

Hey guys, I am running Windows 11, and I will be playing a game, and randomly the keyboard will start lagging anywhere from 3-10 seconds behind what I click. I've had task manager open while this happened, cpu is at like 40%, and I have like 4-5 more gigs of RAM available, nothing is maxed. I have no idea what is happening, but it is with multiple keyboards, and both of those keyboards don't have issues on a Windows 10 pc.
The keyboard currently is plugged into a USB hub, but the issue started when I had it plugged directly into the motherboard IO. It is a USB 2 keyboard, and I have tried plugging it into both USB 2 and USB 3. I have also gone through a couple of windows updates and tried to reinstall the usb drivers. The games that I play are on both my SSD and HDD, so it isn't that. Sticky and Filter keys are off.
PC Specs Windows11 Build: 22631.3447 i7-12700KF 32 GB 2133MHz RAM RTX 3060 Z690-A
Let me know if there's any other info you guys need to help. I have tried googling this issue and it's just come up with the basic like reboot, unplug and plug back in, and turn off sticky keys.

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For 2 years I have been exploring my submissive side. And while I had some fun encounters, those where only short term. I want to find something that goes a little deeper. A woman who would be my mommy dom. In a more long term and meaningful connection.
For long I have sought this. A few bad experiences are all I found though. The search for a woman who enjoys the gentle kind of dominance, who sees herself more as a sweet and motherly figure than a hardcore dominatrix. Someone who enjoys hugs and cuddles. Affection and passion not just purely in a sexual way. Someone who is looking for a man who will be her good boy. Someone who will claim me as hers and who I can claim as mine. I take this sort of devotion quite seriously and would like to find someone worty, who I can trust and surrender to fully. I am not the most kinky person and definitely prefer a more gentle, romantic and vanilla kind of dominance and control.
To also give you some idea of who I am, I am a 27 years old german guy of turkish descent. 1.73m with short dark hair and a short beard. Slim fit build. Currently working on my masters degree in chemistry. Quite nerdy for anything fantasy or medieval. An enthusiast of history, gamer, anime/manga fan. Enjoyer of roleplaying games like D&D or Pathfinder. You get the gist.
What I am looking for is an online friendship at first. Though I am open to meet one day if anything more develops between us and certainly open for a relationship if we are compatible. But that is not something we need to decide now. We should get to know eachother first. I'd love to chat with you frequently, not just about sexual things. Really have a connection.
As for you, I don't really have any demands. Would be cool if you are from Europe or even from Germany but anywhere else is fine too. Just message me through chat if my post appealed to you and we will see.

How does one get married in Cyprus, in an Orthodox Church, if: 1. One of you grew up in Cyprus, but born in the U.K., but was baptised in a Cypriot church 2. The other person was born and grew up in the U.K., and isn’t Orthodox 3. Both of you live in the U.K.
I’ve read a few conflicting things and the mitropolis website seems to ask for a lot of things but i know sometimes places will ask for all these things and it turns out only a couple of things suffice..
Thanks so much!

I figured the backpacking community was the best group to ask since you guys are pros in this area. I will be staying in the jungle (in Belize) for around a month (06/15-07/14) and I need a backpack that can carry a TON of stuff but is durable. The boarding situation is tents or exposed bunks, so it’s basically an outdoor camping experience. (No frills) The backpack will stay at the campground while I go to my stationed work area for the day, so I won’t constantly be wearing it. Does anyone have any bag recommendations? I want to try and take as little as possible and will also be using vaccum sealed bags/packing cubes to try and minimize space. I put my packing list below and separated required from recommended. It’s a lot but I figured it could give a better picture at how much space I need. Any advice helps. Thank you guys!
Here’s the packing list I was given: Required Items -Medical insurance coverage for travelers. -A valid passport, which is required to enter Belize. -U.S. cash or a credit card for personal expenses. -Bedding: 1-2 sets of sheets for single (twin size) mattress, and a pillow. -Mosquito net: the kind that can be upheld from two or four points or is self-supported. -Personal toilet kit, including: Bath towel Soap Toothbrush Toothpaste Other favorite or necessary personal toiletries -Flashlight and batteries: consider bringing replacement bulbs and plenty of batteries, as you will use your flashlight every night. -Canteen or water bottles (1-liter plastic bottles may be purchased locally in Belize). -A sturdy, reusable laundry bag.
Recommended Items
-Work clothes: Sturdy long-pants and long-sleeves shirts. -A good pair of hiking boots (make sure to break them in before arriving in Belize). -Hiking socks. -Anything that is cool in high humidity and dries quickly is good. Laundry is done once a week only; bring enough clothes to last ten days. -Tennis/running shoes -Work gloves: Cotton or canvas work gloves dry quickly. Leather gloves are good, but dry slowly and sometimes mold or mildew. -Showeswimming/sandals/thongs/flip-flops/ in-camp shoe. -Hat: something that will protect you from rain and sun that can be stored in your backpack. -Swimsuit: There are no swimming facilities at camp, but there may be opportunities to go swimming (during the optional travel breaks). -Battery-operated fan and batteries. -Insect repellent: For skin: Deep Woods Off!™ or Off! Skintastic™ are commonly used - up to about 30%-35% DEET For clothing and gear: Permanone™, or repellent containing permethrin -Pocket knife. -Pens, pencils, paper, envelopes (for any personal needs). postcards, stamps and aerograms may be purchased locally. -A waterproof marker (e.g., Sharpie) to mark your laundry with your name. -Backpack ("day pack") that is waterproof, or to which you can apply a waterproofing product. You will use this in the field, to carry your lunch, water, and any other personal items, such as camera, binoculars, paper products, notebooks, and field tools. -Garbage bags: at least six - to pack things in and keep them dry, including covering your day pack. -Poncho/rain gear. some like ponchos that can be thrown on over your backpack, others prefer a waterproof rain jacket or rain suit. -Medications and supplements: Prescriptions/medications and supplements must be in their original pharmacy containers only and should include the pharmacy label bearing your name (not anyone else's name) -Carrying a copy of your prescription is recommended. -Make sure you have enough for the duration of your stay. Keep in mind that some medications spoil quickly in hot, humid climates, so a dessicant from your pharmacy should be included in the bottle with any tablets. -Consider the following: Pepto-Bismol, Imodium, or other anti-diarrhea medication. Aspirin, acetaminophen, ibuprofen, naproxen sodium. Eye drops. Electrolyte solution (Gatorade powder). Foot powder. Disposable wet-wipes for field and camp. Minor first aid kit. Allergy medications. Antibiotic cream or wash. -Earplugs for swimming or sleeping. -Reading material. -Snack foods: granola bars, trail mix, or anything that does not require heating or refrigeration. -Nylon string and clothespins. -Trowel, line level, tape measure. -Camera. -Personal journal or notebook. -Resealable container for your lunch. -Spare pair of eye glasses or contact lenses.

What is the right approach for this situation ? TLDR - Self Sabotage ,Student , haven't studied for past 7 years . Now can't read properly and understand text.
Story goes like this - Never Studied in life (the way and actual student studies , just listened in class and went tuition and just opened books before exams and still got very high marks so everybody started expecting a lot from me . That was my whole identity like I was the guy who just scores good marks . But in reality I didn't even put 10% effort what an ideal student does and feel guilty about that , about not working hard and wasting time . I believe it was luck because sometimes what I read before exams only that questions came and now my luck has run out . So have to resort to hardwork . Here comes the real problem as I never learnt how to learn i am facing problem to learn now. Along with this I have a lot of bad habits . Extreme Procrastination , 24×7 Mobile phone , social media overuse , doom scrolling and just wasting time watching movies and TV . This continues since past 7-8 years . Completely. Close to 2920 days . That's a lot of time I have wasted . My greatest vice is porn and masturbation addiction. I have tried to quit cold turkey or by willpower but can't last more than 2-3 days and fall back to same pattern for months . I think due to combination of all these habits my brain has fried completely and now I can't even read properly. I can't even watch a YouTube video properly anymore . I just doom scroll and sleep and eat . No physical exercise. I tried going to gym for 4 months but it didn't help one bit or maybe my approach was wrong. Now I have again fallen into bad eating habits and gained weight (120KGS). This is no way life should be lived. I want to be happy and proud of myself for just one day in my life before I due where I don't hate and despise myself . I am a 20 years old guy from India . The worst situation is I know what to do. I just don't do it even though I know what to do . Now I know no one can do it for me and I have to do it myself but I couldn't. Watched 1000 of self help videos, didn't apply anything and still am same . Bought self help books but didn't read a single page . Have wasted a lot of money of my parents but they still support me so I have to do something good for them for once in my lifetime . I know I want to change and how to change and what to change. But I just don't do it . I am stuck in a very dangerous loop . Guilt shame and regret has consumed me with self hatred . Why do I do this self sabotage and how can I get started from today ? Have went to doctors multiple times and taken meds but didn't help so have decided to do this myself .

At a career crossroads.
I've been an SDR at Company A for a year and 3 months. They were small when I joined, (I even had equity) but they got acquired by a larger firm about 8 months ago. Due to regulatory stuff the acquisition fully went through 2 months ago, and we've been getting integrated to all the systems this month. I was supposed to be beginning the transition to AE by now, but because of the acquisition and structure changes, I'm now not sure when that will happen. Closest to a guarantee I have is getting some small accounts to manage in July/August, and see how that goes. Best case I'm an AE by Q1 2025, but my boss would have to really fight for me to get promoted, since they want all AEs to have 3-5 years of experience. A new AE also started this week.
I was getting frustrated over the last few weeks/months with how things were going, so I started putting feelers out. I'm in talks with these guys, call them Company B, I used to work with at my last job. It'd be a title promotion, more pay, fully remote, and I'd be closing deals, with virtually no cold calling. They're much smaller than Company A, though, probably about 3 or 4 years behind in terms of growth. Both are SaaS, but vastly different products for different needs.
Do I stay with the larger, global Company A for the experience and the chance of closing 6 and 7 figure deals in the next 18 months to 2 years, or leave for Company B to get that promotion and more pay, but run the risk of missing out on true enterprise and strategic sales?
How valuable is pure experience versus who you work for, what company trained you, and who you know? I so badly want to be done with cold calling that I'm worried I might be falling into a grass is greener fallacy.

Hello there, hopefully somebody here can help me out.
I'm confused on what option to use when trying to update my SIN online after getting my PR.
At one point in the application, they ask you if you've ever had a SIN before, when I answer yes, they ask to select a "type of application to submit" where they give you the following options:

1. Update or correct a SIN record
2. Request the confirmation of an existing SIN
3. Register a legal change of name
4. Change the status on a SIN record
5. Extend the expiry date of a 900-series SIN

So, I'm pretty sure I can discard 2, 3 and 5. But I'm not sure what option to choose from 1 and 4.
For those of you who have already done this online, which option should I choose?
Thank you in advance!!

My wife, Mia, and I were driving cross-country. It was our first attempt at the “Great American Roadtrip.”
Mia and I rented a small RV; more of a camper than a full blown RV. We packed up a couple suitcases with plenty of room for any souvenirs and we hit the dusty trail.
We started our journey on the “Mother Road”-- Route 66-- driving south from Chicago until we connected to i-70 and shot straight west through Missouri.
The goal was to see those parts of the country we had never seen before, stopping anywhere that seemed interesting. From the plains of Kansas up through the badlands of Wyoming and South Dakota.
In Missouri we saw the world’s largest cap gun. In Kansas we visited the Evel Knievel Museum and the World’s Largest Belt Buckle.
We love all those kitschy, tourist trap places.
Eventually, we made it to Colorado and after a few hours more of driving through amber waves of grain, we saw them... the Rocky Mountains.
We made an exit and headed north through the winding mountain highways.
The Rockies were gorgeous. Snow capped in the middle of summer, some of the peaks pierced through the white fluffy clouds.
We saw a sign that read “Traffic Tunnel - 3 Miles.”
A little further and sure enough, there it was, a large tunnel bored directly through the mountain in front of us.
A large sign read, “Pike Tunnel - Longest Traffic Tunnel in the Nation! - Please turn your headlights on now.”
“How long is it?” asked Mia.
“That’s what she said,” I quipped.
But she was right, there was no information beyond the detail that this was the longest tunnel in the nation.
“Can’t be more than a mile or two,” I said as I watched the little white car ahead of us slip into the darkness. A moment later we joined it.
The tunnel was lit by fluorescents that gave everything a greenish yellow tinge. On the left hand side was a raised walkway behind a railing for maintenance access.
Initially I was struck by the incredible amount of work that went into the construction of this man- made marvel.
“We’re under a million tons of rocky mountain right now,” I said.
“How many years before this caves in?” Mia responded.
I shot her a look--
“Let’s save the cave-in talk until we’re out on the other side.”
“I’m just saying, nature will take this back eventually,” she continued.
I scanned the empty road ahead of us.
“Where did the other car go?” I asked.
We were now alone in the tunnel, no cars ahead of us nor behind us.
“Huh... they must have sped off ahead. Maybe they’re scared of a cave-in?”
My Spotify playlist had stopped playing. Mia looked at the phone.
“No cell service.”
She turned on the radio and spun the dial only to find static.
“You’re not going to be able to pick up a station in here,” I said.
She turned the volume down.
“Just wanted to check... If only we had some CDs. This tunnel really keeps going.”
“I would have thought we’d be through it by now,” I replied.
I looked at the RV’s odometer, 45,600 miles. I picked up speed. I wanted to try and catch up to the little white car.
Up until this point, the tunnel was a straight shot, but now the tunnel started to curve to the right. It may have been my imagination but it also felt as though we were descending…
Mia felt it too and she started to get antsy.
“Where did that other car go? How long is this tunnel?”
There was an urgency in her voice.
I was getting nervous, claustrophobia was not usually a problem for me but when I looked down at the odometer and I saw that it had gone up by 3 miles, my mind began to wander to unsettling places.
We were descending in altitude. I could feel it. I could see a slope in the lights on the ceiling and the railing of the maintenance walkway. I could feel a pressure in my head, and I was getting cold.
“Could you grab me a coke from the back, Mia?”
I couldn’t have Mia getting anxious, that would only start a chain reaction and make me freak out which would then make her freak out.
She unbuckled and ducked into the back of the RV to where we had a cooler stocked with drinks and food.
Just as she stepped into the back, I saw something.
There standing on the side of the road was a MAN wearing a reflective safety vest and a hard hat. He was WAVING to me as I passed him by.
Something about him looked... strange…
I watched him in the side-view mirror as we passed and he was still watching the RV, still waving at the back of our vehicle as he faded into the distance.
Mia reappeared from the back of the RV, Coke in hand. She popped it and handed it to me.
“You look worried.”
“I’m fine,” I smiled and took a sip of the Coke.
“Eric, slow down!”
I slammed on the breaks as I saw what made Mia scream. In the road in front of us was a roadblock.
Two reflective traffic sawhorses blocked both lanes of the tunnel. Beyond the roadblock, the lights of the tunnel were dark. There was nothing but a void of blackness.
Standing in front of the roadblock was another man wearing a reflective vest and a hard hat, only this time his hard hat had a light on top which obscured his face.
We came to a jolting stop.
I turned to Mia
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s a cave-in isn’t it?”
“God, I hope not.”
I rolled down the window, leaned out and yelled to the man in the hard hat.
“Hey! What’s going on?!”
The man was about 5 yards away. He took two steps towards us and then raised a hand to his mouth and yelled.
“Just doing some maintenance!”
“How long is it going to take?!” I yelled back.
The man made a hand gesture as if he didn’t hear me.
“How long is it going to take?!” I called again.
He made the same gesture. I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed the door release.
“What are you doing?” Mia asked.
“I gotta know what’s going on.”
“Eric, just stay here, it might not be safe.”
“I’ll be just a second,” I said.
I pushed the door open and stepped down from the RV.
“Stay in your vehicle!” the man yelled.
He took a couple steps towards me with his hand out telling me to stop.
“What’s the hold up?!” I shouted.
The man was a bit closer now but I still couldn’t see his face through the shining light on his helmet.
“Please stay in your vehicle!” he shouted.
There was something off about him.
Then I heard it–
“EEEAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH!!!”
A scream, or something, rolled from deep in the tunnel. The worker turned and looked into the darkness. Then he ran past the barricades and soon all we could see of him was the light on his helmet.
The light disappeared a moment later.
“What the hell was that?! Is someone hurt?” Mia asked.
“I have no idea,” I said.
“Should we do something?” Mia asked.
I just sat there and watched the pitch black tunnel in front of me. I had no idea what to tell her. I checked the sideview mirrors. There was still nobody behind us.
“Where are the other cars?” I asked.
“They must have gotten through before the roadblock... Or maybe they caused the roadblock?” Mia replied.
“I saw another worker a little ways back. We could try to go back and talk to him.”
“We’d be going straight into any oncoming cars.”
“There’s a maintenance walkway. We didn’t pass him that long ago. We can probably catch him on foot.”
“Maybe we should just wait for the guy to come back.”
She reached over and grabbed my arm. I squeezed her hand.
She was right.
I looked out at the tunnel ahead of us. I turned on the RV’s high beams but all I could see beyond the roadblock was more tunnel and more road.
I checked my phone. Unsurprisingly, there was no service still.
We waited, but the man never came back.
“It’s been twenty minutes,” Mia said, “How come there hasn’t been another car behind us?
I was having the same thought. I rolled down my window and stuck my head out. I looked back at the road behind us. It went back about 200 yards before curving out of sight.
There was no sign of that first worker I saw on the maintenance walk way. I looked at the roadblock ahead of us and clicked on the RV’s high beams. There was nothing beyond the roadblock but more tunnel. It didn’t look like it was under construction, just very dark.
“I think we should keep going,” I said.
“What about the roadblock?”
“We’ll move those sawhorses out of the way and just drive past,” I said as I opened my door.
Mia looked at me, then she cast her eyes to the dark tunnel ahead of us. I knew she was processing the same limited options that I was.
Driving backwards would be a huge risk in the instance of another car finally coming along.
Getting out and walking would take God knows how long, we could have driven 10 miles at this point.
Forward was our best option.
“Let’s do it,” Mia said.
We jumped out and quickly pulled the two sawhorses out of the right lane. I pulled the RV up past the barriers, then we jumped out again and put the sawhorses back where they were. We didn't need another car to come barreling through.
We were finally moving again, slowly. It was pitch black save for the high beams of the RV.
We crept forward at around 15 miles per hour. As the tunnel turned and twisted, my eyes started to play tricks on me. I kept seeing shapes at the furthest point of the tunnel.
I kept seeing something standing just at the end of the next bend but as we roll forward, there was nothing there.
“Where are the workers?” Mia asked.
“I don’t know.”
I was done rationalizing. This was all wrong. Traffic tunnels are never this long.
My mind started to wander to all the road trip urban legends I’d read about; The Killer in the Backseat, The Disappearing Gas Station, The Pale Man In The Corn Field.
Did we stumble into some strange outlier location? An in-between point on the endless roads that cross this country?
Then I saw it–
“Look! A person! Thank god!” Mia shouted.
As we rounded a curve in the tunnel, a group of maintenance workers entered our view.
The three of them stood on the left side of the road behind two more sawhorses topped with flashing lights.
Two of them faced towards us, the third was facing the other two.
The one with his back to us wore a light on his hard hat. Was this the same guy we saw earlier? How did he get this far away?
I approached slowly and rolled down the window.
“Hey! You left us waiting back there!” I yelled.
There was no response.
In fact, all three men were completely silent, and it was hard to tell in the flashing light of the sawhorses, but they looked to be standing COMPLETELY STILL.
“Hello?!” I yelled again.
I pushed open my door and stepped out onto the pavement.
“Eric wait--”
I held up a finger to Mia.
“Just a second.”
I slowly stepped towards the 3 men.
“Hello?”
No response… What the fuck?
The bright lights of the sawhorses obscured their faces.
I kept moving closer.
“Hey, what’s going on--”
Then I saw it.
Their faces... They were plastic.
In front of me stood three mannequins.
I backed away toward the RV, then I turned and walked hurriedly to the vehicle.
I was seriously freaked out but I didn’t want to alarm Mia. I climbed into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.
“They’re mannequins.” I said.
“What?”
“They’re mannequins.”
”Why?... What?...”
“I don’t know…”
I looked back over at the three figures and my blood ran cold…
The Hard Hat Mannequin had somehow TURNED AROUND to face us. All three figures appeared to be watching us now.
Then we heard it--
A loud resonant banging on the side, and then the roof of the RV.
“What the hell was that?” Mia whispered.
We listened, holding our breath. Then--
A shuffling sound--
Something was moving ON or IN the RV.
“Stay here.” I said.
I got up.
“Eric, wait!”
I moved to the back of the RV.
It was dark. I went for a drawer in the kitchenette space and pulled out a flashlight.
I moved to the rear of the RV, the bedroom. My flashlight illuminated an empty room.
“Whoever is back here, I have a gun…”
A shitty bluff. But I didn’t see anything.
I shone the light out of the windows of each side of the RV. Nothing.
Then I heard it–
A shuffling sound, from right above me.
I looked up and screamed–
“Fuck!”
On the roof of the RV, staring through the skylight was a woman with vacuous black eyes and a dead smile.
Her stringy black hair dangled down towards me casting thing black shadows across her horrible pale face.
“Mia, drive! Fast!” I screamed.
Mia JUMPED over to the driver’s seat, shifted into gear and STOMPED on the gas. The RV was clunky but it could move when it needed to.
We lurched forward and I fell back.
I trained my flashlight up onto the skylight again and the woman was gone.
I scrambled to my feet and looked out of the side windows.
Did Mia shake her off? There was no sign of the woman. I moved to the passenger seat, breathing heavily and sweating.
“What happened?” She asked, keeping the RV at a steady 50 mph.
“There was a woman on the roof,” I said flatly.
I realize now that I was in a kind of shock.
“A woman?”
“Her eyes were black.”
Mia just looked at me, then back at the tunnel ahead of us.
“There’s something wrong with this tunnel.” I whispered.
Mia pointed at the road ahead, “Look.”
I looked out at the tunnel. There were more mannequins. A LOT more mannequins. They were positioned on both sides of the road.
They were all facing us and even though I never saw them move, when I looked in the side-view mirror, they were somehow STILL facing us, turning to watch us as we drove past. Watching without eyes.
“Just keep driving.” I said.
As we drove on, the mannequins crowded the sides of the road more and more. There were thousands of them. Eventually they were so close that some of their outstretched arms hit the side of the RV.
They were closing in on us. Squeezing our path forward. One stood in the middle of the road.
“I don’t think i can get around it.”
“Run it over. Don’t stop.”
The RV smashed into the mannequin. Its head shot forward and bounced against the windshield and the vehicle shuddered as it rolled over the body.
Soon there were two in the road. Then three.
I could see where this was going. Pretty soon there would be too many for the RV to ram through, but goddammit we were going to get through as many as we could.
“Speed up, Mia.”
CRASH!
The sound was surreal, smashing into mannequin after mannequin at nearly 60 miles per hour.
Hands, legs, heads and torsos flew.
The windshield cracked, the RV shuddered and screamed and eventually slowed down, despite the screaming engine.
I’m certain the axle was jammed up with lifeless, plastic body parts. Eventually we came to a stop.
“She won’t move,” Mia said.
She pressed on the gas but it was no use, the RV just rocked a little bit.
“Try reverse.”
She shifted and pressed on the gas, we got some decent movement before running into another jam.
“Fuck.”
“Should we get out and look?” Mia asked.
“I’ll go,” I said as I grabbed the flashlight and popped the passenger door. Mia unbuckled her seatbelt.
“We’ll go together.”
We stumbled out of the RV on the passenger side. It was like stepping into Hell.
Countless, lifeless faces stared out at us from the darkness. The only light came from the headlights of the RV and my flashlight.
We clumsily made our way along the side of the RV. The ground was littered with mannequin pieces.
I thought to myself, if we could get a couple yards cleared out behind the rear tires, we might be able to back out and get enough momentum to reverse all the way back out of here.
Instead, when we got to the back of the RV, my stomach flipped and my heart sank.
I was expecting to see a trail of flattened mannequins, instead the RV was now surrounded by thousands of perfectly intact mannequins standing at attention. As if their ranks had some how been replenished after our vehicular assault.
“This is impossible.”
She started to cry. I held her close.
“We’ll keep moving.” I said.
“It will never end. The tunnel makes no sense. It only curves one direction.”
I looked at her.
“What do you mean?”
“This whole time the tunnel has only been curving to the right. it would sometimes straighten out or go left for a few yards but before too long we were curving to the right again. We’ve either been driving in circles or spiraling downwards.”
“So we’ll go back the way we came and hope we’re not going in circles.” I said.
We had been driving for hours at this point. Walking back out the way we came would take days. But now that I thought about it, Mia was right, we’d only been curving to the right.
This tunnel seemed to be very gradually taking us downwards into the earth.
Going forward would not get us any closer to escape.
“We’ll need food from the RV,” Mia said.
I nodded and we stumbled our way back to the front of the RV, the mannequins’ lifeless faces watching us the whole time.
I stepped up to the passenger door and nearly fell back when I looked through the window.
“What the fuck?” I breathed.
What I saw were two mannequins sitting in the driver’s and passenger’s seat.
How they got in there? I have no idea, but what really made my blood run cold was that they were dressed EXACTLY like MIA and I.
They wore identical sets of clothes. The one in the passenger seat had my same New Order T-shirt and black jeans. The one in the driver’s seat had Mia’s green striped sweater and denim shorts.
Their plastic faces stared out through the shattered windshield at the endless crowd of mannequins staring back at them.
Mia stepped up and saw the uncanny display.
“What the fuck?” Mia echoed.
I pulled myself up into the RV and slowly stepped around my mannequin doppelgänger. I avoided looking into its face but I swear i could feel it watching me as I stumbled around it.
Mia followed and we made our way into the back of our dark RV. Luckily we had just stocked our cooler full of deli meat and water not long after crossing the Colorado state line.
I handed Mia the flashlight and pulled open the cooler. I filled a backpack full of food and water.
I turned and saw them–
My mannequin double had somehow moved. It was standing in the aisle watching us.
Mia’s doppelgänger was still seated in the driver’s seat but had turned to peer back at us with its eyeless gaze.
Mia saw the look in my eyes and turned. She screamed when she saw them and backed into me. I put my arm around her and we stood there a moment, letting our skyrocketing heart rates return to Earth.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said.
I slid the backpack onto my shoulders.
Mia joined me at the door. I looked into her eyes. “Are you ready?” She nodded. I kissed her.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” she said.
The look on her face killed me. She was terrified. I’m sure the look on my face was similar.
I opened the door and we stepped out…
We again stumbled to the back of the RV. Once we were clear of the RV and all the crushed mannequin body parts, it became easier to find footing, though weaving through an endless crowd of lifeless people was a slow process.
It was pitch black. Without the flashlight we wouldn’t be able to see a foot in front of us.
As I walked, the beam of light created the illusion of movement in the crowd. At least I hoped it was an illusion.
The limbs of the mannequins seemed to stretch and turn, but the only sound was that of Mia and I shuffling our way through the crowded tunnel.
Things went on like this for what felt like hours. Mia and I were sweating and aching. I was about to suggest we stop and rest, but then I saw it and I froze…
Out in the crowd, beyond rows of blank faces I saw a pale face, black hair and a dead smile.
I saw two vacuous eyes staring right at me.
“Mia, do you see her?” I whispered.
“See who?”
I slowly raised my arm and pointed.
It was the woman, or whatever it was, that stared back at me through the skylight on the roof of the RV.
“Oh my god!” Mia squeaked.
I could see now that the Pale Faced Woman was tall. A few inches taller than the mannequins.
As I pointed, she stared back at me with that terrible grin.
“What do we do?” Mia whispered.
I raised the flashlight and pointed it right at the Pale Faced Woman. I thought maybe this would scare her off.
I was wrong.
The light only made her appear more unsettling as she stared back, unflinchingly.
“What do you want?!” I yelled.
She only stared back at me. She was as still as the mannequins.
“We have to keep going.” I whispered.
Mia didn’t respond. Her body was tense as she held onto me.
“We’ve come this far, we can’t turn back again,” I continued.
I pulled Mia’s hand and we continued on our way through the mannequins, keeping the distance between us and her as wide as possible.
As we moved past, she kept watching us. Though her movements were imperceptible to us, her eyes never left us. Like one of those portraits whose eyes appear to watch you no matter where you stand.
Finally, we got far enough that she was out of sight. But the thought of her being somewhere behind us only unsettled me further and I quickened our pace.
As the hours wore on, there was no sign of the Pale Faced Woman and the crowd of mannequins began to thin out. They still populated the tunnel from one end to the other, but there was more space between them, allowing Mia and I to walk more freely.
The mannequins on the maintenance walkway on the side of the tunnel seemed to thin out as well and I decided it would give us a better vantage if we were walking up there.
I helped Mia climb up the railing that bordered the walkway, then I climbed up behind her. The walkway was elevated 3 or 4 feet above the roadway. We could easily see over the heads of the mannequins in both directions.
There was, of course, no end to the tunnel in sight.
We kept walking.
The mannequins continued to thin out, but they were different now.
There were mannequins dressed as maintenance workers again, but also mannequins dressed as families and businessmen. There was even a group of mannequin nuns standing in a single file line, heads bowed in prayer.
Needless to say, we passed none of this on the way in to the tunnel. I was feeling very hopeless that we were going to be able to find our way out.
I was far beyond speculating how this was at all possible. It’s NOT possible. And even if it were, there is no good reason for someone to do this to us.
The only explanation was the supernatural. Then I saw Her. Rather, I saw THEM.
Arranged in the middle of the tunnel was a circle of mannequins with long black hair and tattered cloth.
They looked exactly like the Pale Faced Woman, minus any facial features. I kept a close watch on them as we passed to make sure they didn’t start following us.
“A door!” Mia shouted.
Mia pointed a few paces ahead of her. There was a door leading into the wall of the tunnel.
We ran towards it. Mia grabbed the handle, turned it and pulled. It was heavy and Mia had to brace her foot on the wall to get it moving.
The metal door groaned as if it hadn’t been opened in years.
Finally, it was open enough to see past.
It was a hallway. It went out about 5 yards then turned right at a 90 degree angle.
The strangest part was the design of the hallway.
It wasn’t cement or pavement like the tunnel.
The walls were wood paneled and the floor was covered in a thick carpet, like a house from the 1970s.
“I say we see where this takes us.” Mia said.
There was no reason to disagree, but I wasn’t going to get us trapped in there.
I opened up my backpack and took out a water bottle. I opened it and handed it to Mia. She drank half, then I drank the other half.
I slowly closed the door, shoving the empty water bottle in the crack to keep it from closing all the way.
I turned to Mia-- “Okay, let’s go.”
We slowly made our way down the quiet hallway. We got down to where the hallway cornered to the right and that’s when we heard it–
KA-CHUNK!!!--
I whipped around. The door had closed behind us. I ran back to it and tried to push it open, but it was no use. There was no way it closed on its own.
Someone had to have removed the water bottle. Our path had been chosen for us.
There was no turning back.
We continued down the hallway. We turned right. The hallway continued, then turned right again. That should have led us right back to the tunnel. But it didn’t. This part of the hallway went on far longer than was possible without running into the tunnel. Then it turned right again.
It went on like this. Sometimes a section of the hallway was 20 feet long, sometimes it was 20 yards long, sometimes it was 3 feet long. But it always turned to the right.
At first it was a relief to be somewhere other than the cold, dark tunnel. But the hallway very quickly became claustrophobic and before too long, I heard someone walking behind us.
We had stopped to take a break and I heard a third pair of footsteps on the carpet coming from behind us. I backtracked to the last corner.
I was terrified as I slowly peeked around the corner, tense and waiting to see the vacuous eyes and inky black hair of the Pale Faced Woman... but there was nothing there. I wasn’t about to backtrack any further.
“There was no one there.” I whispered.
Mia slumped against the wall and slid down to the carpet.
“I think I need to rest.” She said.
I put my backpack down on the ground for Mia to use as a pillow. She laid her head down and was passed out in seconds.
I had no idea how long we had been walking at this point. I stood leaning against the wall. My body was telling me to rest but I couldn’t risk falling asleep. I had to keep watch. I knew SHE was following us.
I took in the details of the hallway for the first time. The carpet was a dull brown and the walls a cheap wood paneling. The hanging lighting fixtures were shaded by stained glass, something you might see in an old diner.
Who built this place? Did someone pick out the carpet and the lighting fixtures? Did a team of workers blast these tunnels into the Earth? Or has this place always existed? Was this Purgatory?
I began to feel dizzy. I was panicking. My heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. I slumped to the floor and tried to slow my breathing.
I closed my eyes... –
I SHOT up in a panic. I had fallen asleep while I was meant to be keeping watch.
I snapped to my feet and looked around.
Mia was still asleep on my backpack.
Then I noticed that the hallway had changed. A few paces away there was now a plain wooden door in the wall.
I slowly approached it. I put my ear to the door and I could hear what sounded like TV static and the low murmur of voices.
I discreetly grabbed the door handle and turned it slowly. I felt the latch bolt clear and I carefully cracked the door just enough to peek inside.
It was dark, so it took a second for me to register what I was seeing. I saw a small board room. A long table in the center was surrounded by seated men in suits.
At the end of the table stood another man next to an old CRT TV that was playing static. This was the only source of light in the room and all the men around the table were turned towards the tv.
Suddenly the screen flickered from static to a solid dark background. And some warped new age style muzak began playing.
Then the words appeared on the screen that terrified me like nothing else before. In plain text the words read–
“YOU WILL LOSE HER.”
I froze as I knew these words were meant for me I watched with terror as the men seated around the table slowly turned toward me in unison.
They were mannequins.
The TV screen then clicked off and they continued staring at me as I could barely make out their forms through the near pitch darkness.
I quickly pulled the door shut. And whipped around to look at Mia, I had a horrible feeling of dread that when I turned around she would be gone, like the message on the TV promised–
“Eric? What are you doing?” Mia was leaning up and staring at me.
Thank God. There was Mia, right where I left her.
I pointed at the door and said, “This door appeared and I--”
“What door?” she interrupted.
I turned and sure enough, the door was now gone.
I explained what happened to her, but I left out the message that appeared on the screen.
-- YOU WILL LOSE HER –
Those words still burned in my brain. I tried to force them out.
We drank water, ate granola and then got moving again.
Hallways. Endless hallways.
After a couple hours of walking we started to hear music. There were small speakers in the corners of the ceiling.
I recognized it as the same new-age muzak that played on the TV in the board room. The melody drilled into our minds. Combined with the dull aesthetics of the quiet hallways and the endless right turns, the music had a hypnotizing effect.
The lengths of the halls became more uniform. That is to say, the straight section of hallway was about 7 paces, then a right turn, then 7 paces and a right turn.
“I think we’re walking in circles... or a square,” Mia said.
I looked at her and took out a bottle of water. I peeled off the plastic label and dropped it on the floor.
Then we kept walking.
7 paces, right turn. 7 paces, right turn. 7 paces, right turn. And there it was... Mia was right.
The label from my water bottle lay in the middle of the hallway. Somehow we had been led into a loop. I lost it.
“FUUUCK!”
I kicked the wall repeatedly and screamed. Mia just leaned her back against the wall.
This was our dynamic. If one of us lost it, the other became zen and thought of a solution. More often than not, I was the one to lose it.
I finally stopped freaking out
“There has to be a way out. A door,” Mia said.
“We would have seen it,” I replied.
“A hidden door,” she said.
She turned around and ran her hands along the cracks of the wood paneling.
“Most likely on the outer wall,” she said.
She beat her fist on the wall, listening for a change in the sound. I exhaled heavily, sweating and tired, and I started searching the wall as well.
We checked the whole first wall, nothing. We checked the second wall, nothing. The third, nothing.
The final wall... Nothing. I gave up and slumped on the floor. Mia immediately went over to the other side of the hall and started checking the inner wall.
“What are you doing? I thought you said it would be on the outer wall?” I asked.
Then we heard it.
Mia beat the wall and instead of the dead thud, we heard a resonate BOOM –
A door…
I shot up and started tapping the wall with Mia until we found where the door ended. It was the width of about 4 wooden panels. I lined myself up in the center, lowered my shoulder and pushed–
IT MOVED! It barely moved but it was enough to confirm this actually was a door! I re-centered and tried again, lowering my center of gravity, I pushed as hard as I could. The door pushed inward about 3 inches, then Mia joined in. We slowly moved the door, 5 inches, then 10, then 15, then 20.
Then Mia slipped inside.
I had a moment of panic as she disappeared into the darkness and those haunting words came back into my mind, “YOU WILL LOSE HER.”
I darted past the doorway, falling through the threshold and hitting the concrete floor.
I looked up and there was Mia, thank God. I promised myself I’d never let her out of my sight again.
“The exit...” Mia said.
She looked and sounded as if she were a thousand miles away. I got to my feet and followed her gaze. What I saw nearly brought me to tears.
We were back in the tunnel, but there was light. About a mile down was the mouth of the tunnel, and daylight pouring in. Beautiful daylight. I grabbed Mia tight and kissed her.
“Thank God...” she cried.
We started moving. Nothing was going to slow us down this time. We sped up into a RUN down the maintenance walkway towards that beautiful sunlight.
As we approached, something else came into view. Parked in the middle of the roadway was a large vehicle…
It couldn’t be…
It was!
Our RV sat in the road waiting for us. We ran all the way to it, pulled open the passenger side door and climbed in. There were no mannequins to be seen.
I fell into the driver’s seat and Mia handed me the keys. I turned over the engine, the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I shifted into gear and floored it towards the sunlight.
As we got closer, I could see the green of trees and the blue of the sky. We were maybe one hundred yards away.
I turned to Mia, tears in my eyes…
And what I saw turned my blood to ice.
Just beyond Mia’s window, that horrifying pale face grinned at me.
The Pale Faced Woman was somehow floating outside of the RV.
Before I could say anything, her hand smashed through the window and gripped Mia by the throat, then in one horrible motion the thing PULLED MIA SCREAMING THROUGH THE WINDOW AND…
Disappeared…
I SLAMMED on the breaks just as the RV passed through the exit of the tunnel and sunlight flooded the cab of the RV. I threw it in park and shot out of the door screaming.
“Mia!? Mia??!!”
I screamed over and over. I rounded the front of the RV and looked back at the tunnel –
-- and what I saw shattered my mind…
The tunnel was gone.
There was only open road.
I had lost her.

Date: 05/21/2024

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Mirzoyan: Armenia will extend lifetime of current nuclear power unit with smooth transition tonew capacity by 2036

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ArkaAm, Armenia has decided to extend the operation period of the NPP until 2036, with the ultimate goal of a smooth transition to the new capacity. Minister of Foreign Affairs, Armenia says ready to extend nuclear plant’s lifetime by 10 years

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ARARAT Special Evening Dedicated to the 100th Anniversary of Charles Aznavour

On May 20 ARARAT legendary Armenian brandy, celebrated the centennial of Maestro Charles Aznavour with a special event. The event took place at the "One & Only" theater within the Seven Visions Hotel. Guests of the event had the chance to reveal the brandy on the course of special tasting.

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“Yerevan Ballet Festival” to host theater groups from various countries

The "Yerevan Ballet Festival" will be held on June 2-5 in the park named after Hovhannes Tumanyan. Admission to the outdoor ballet festival is free.

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Aznavouriana: Album dedicated to Aznavour’s 100th anniversary released

The album “Aznavouriana” by Deutsche Grammophon is already released and is available since May 17, 2024, just ahead of the artist’s birthday. The album is a collection of exquisite interpretations of globally beloved iconic songs.

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Gymnasts left for Bulgaria

Gymnastics team will participate in "World Challenge Cup" to be held in Bulgaria. Artur Davtyan, Artur Avetisyan, Erik Baghdasaryan, and Artur Tovmasyan will represent Armenia in the regular round.

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Hayk Martirosyan wins 7th round of Sharjah tournament

Shant Sargsyan, Samvel Ter-Sahakyan, Manuel Petrosyan shared the point. Hayk Martirosyan won the 7th round of the Sharjah Masters 2024 international tournament in UAE. The leaders are participants from India and the USA with 5.5 points.

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MAIN CLAIM: The entire concept of racism is irrelevant, and discussing it from whichever standpoint will lead to nothing.
REASONS:

1. Beliefs ≠ Actions — An individual has the right to make any sort of conclusions towards anything, since we're all equal, no one can claim moral superiority or enlightenment. With that said, actions that can result from racist beliefs are NOT unethical BECAUSE of racism but INDEPENDENTLY from it. EX: Murder (It's not racism that makes murder unethical), insults (it's not racism that makes offensive speech unethical), discrimination (It's not racism that makes treating another as inferior that makes that act itself unethical).
   
2. The notion of racism necessarily implies the existence of race — When anti-racist people speak out against racism, they do so refuting the core notion that "there are no superior races", this will lead to no results since it leads to it being a matter of difference of information and experience (Racists have, in their heads, good and tangible reasons to be racists that can be pointed out). HOWEVER, the rebuttal of this core notion has a VALIDATING effect for racists because it makes their main assumption that race exists LEGITIMATE. Since it's not that assumption that is being tackled the racist will comfortably believe that if the anti-racist had been through similar experiences they'd understand why a certain race is inferior. Meanwhile, if the concept of race was refuted as a whole, there'd be no space for those conclusions. One thing to be considered is that the existence of the race DOES necessarily imply superior and inferior (EX: if there are races, then there are groups that are genetically different, which means that they will necessarily have different IQs, one higher, one lower), at most it can be argued that this superiority and inferiority is context-dependant, but this does not matter for the racist who WILL use the info in those exact contexts.
   
3. Anti-racism oftentimes further propagates racism — A quick example is enough. When new movies, or other forms of media, come out featuring black individuals in prominent roles, many ardent anti-racists start dissecting the traits and plot points attributed to these black characters, to make sure there is no racism. This has a dehumanizing effect since it necessarily implies that are certain actions/behaviors/plot points that can ONLY happen to blacks if a racist screenwriter decides so. With anti-racism, the focus is constantly on race, taking the individual out of the equation and judging him solely through a racial viewpoint. I was watching a video by Metatron where he reacts to a video by an historian analysing a scene from the movie 300, the historian states that it is ableist for a deformed character to be represented as deceitful and a traitor. This is not about race but is a similar enough theme. What happens here is that the experience of the deformed character is completely dismissed (they have reasons to be deceitful) and its free-will completely ignored because the focus is on its appearance and body by the very people who criticise it. It's also implying that deformed people cannot be traitors. Why wouldn't they? If we're all the same?
   
4. It has an ostracising effect — Very often people forget that racists have REASONS to be racist. If they have had a disproportionate amount of bad experiences with people of a certain race, it's NATURAL to adapt to this experience with misguided conclusions. The same way that, on a larger scale, women can develop a generalised fear of men due to sexual harassment. When morality is brought to the topic, it further separates and alienates racists by DISMISSING THEIR EXPERIENCE. This is wrong because it's demanding that people be more rational than they are capable of on their own and invalidating their fears and natural adaptations, and all of this because people either seek the moral highground, want to virtue signal, or are lazy in actually tackling racist issues. No conflict will EVER be solved by further alienating someone by attributing to them immoral qualities. No one is born immoral, everyone is malleable. But treating them as monsters most certainly ensures they'll remain monsters. It is extremely counter-productive to alienate racists, as if one could solve problems of discrimination by preaching to those that are already converted. Needless to say, any actions need to be punished or rewarded accordingly, regardless of the person behind them.
   
5. It doesn't tackle the core issues — It happens INSANELY often that people reject actual facts about reality in order to avoid racism and bigotry. Using as an example the 13/50 statistic. This statistic IS real. People immediately want to hide or quickly "disprove" it away because of its danger, but again, this is counter-productive and lazy. If a racist sees this statistical fact, and sees that anti-racists delusionally reject it, his view WILL BE LEGITIMISED. Applying a moral layer to a matter of INFORMATION is a terrible, terrible idea. No one is immoral for trying to understand a statistic, but if they are treated as such, they will be such.
   

MY PROPOSED ALTERNATIVES:

1. The experience of racists should be openly validated, tackled and EXPLAINED. Carefully demonstrating what the 13/50 means for racists has, potentially, very positive effects. Not only could such an explanation, if done effectively, be enough to stop it from being used for racists conclusions, it could have the complete opposite effect and make racists more aware of the experience of blacks from the perspective of economical and societal issues (of which human GREED is the main source). This should be done WITHOUT any morality involved. It takes work, strength, courage, knowledge and reasoning, so of course it is harder than merely preaching, but it is the only thing that can work. It requires open-minded, detached and precise counter-arguments for the exact things racists say, instead of generalised moralistic statements or attempts and censoring.
2. There should be a wider spread of GENUINE black role models and positive actions, as well as history. This has, in my opinion, never be started and has had a counter-productive effect since what media has done is take away stories from caucasians, for example, and trade those with blacks, as well as constantly trying to force formulaic and generic examples of black strength that have no effect because they aren't true (EX: Wakanda). Whites have little access to true and inspiring stories from other cultures. A movie like "the boy who harnessed the wind", for example, which tells a real and authentic story about an african family, has 10000x more power than the modern "ACCEPT THAT OTHER RACES ARE GOOD AND YOU'RE A DEMONIC WHITE" media.
3. Make an actual effort to finally NOT SEE COLOR, which used to be the main goal. Even if others do see color, if you try to tackle it from their perspective, you won't win. Offer a different perspective, an alternative worldview, and don't challenge theirs. No one is special.

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