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Forged Divinity Chapter 10: Leannan Meets Jeanette

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CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, dubcon (not explicitly described), abuse, choking, Google Translate

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Amos 6:4-5

You lie on beds adorned with ivory and lounge on your couches. You dine on choice lambs and fattened calves. You strum away on your harps like David and improvise on musical instruments.

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Leannan didn’t see Phineas much for the next two days. The Council – minus the elusive fourth member – dined together, and Leannan joined them, eating fine meals of fish and potatoes with tart berries and cream for dessert. But beyond that, Phineas was off doing God-knows-what.

James visited Leannan once more, but seemed to lose his nerve before he could do anything, escaping with a lame excuse about ‘business to attend to.’

Leannan explored the Council building a bit. It was full of rooms, all connected by hallways, floored with time-worn linoleum. Some of the lesser-used rooms had sagging ceiling tiles, or were filled with little desks and chairs, stacked on top of each other in three-dimensional mazes of metal and plastic.

He stopped exploring after receiving one too many leering remarks from the guards dotted around the building. They weren’t allowed to touch him, by the Council’s decree, but that didn’t stop them from cornering and ogling him when they got the chance.

The only guard who offered a shred of kindness was the Captain, DuPont. He broke up one such gathering, snapping at his subordinates to get back to their posts, before looking Leannan up and down appraisingly. Leannan returned the look; DuPont was a barrel-chested man with dark skin and hair and a shadow of a beard, authoritative and burly.

“You good?” DuPont asked.

Leannan nodded quickly. “Yes, sir, thank you.”

DuPont smiled at him oddly, then reached out and ruffled Leannan’s hair.

“You let me know if they bother you again.”

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What Leannan didn’t find while he was exploring was the fourth Councilman. He was close to cracking and asking someone who they were – but then he met her.

It was evening, and Leannan was walking back to his room after a long outing to Donda Island’s market. He was provided a small allowance of bartering chips, and today he had spent it on perfumes and rouge. It had taken him all afternoon, as he had stopped to talk to every vendor and passer-by who would humor him. He now knew more about Donda Island and its holdings, its imports of textiles and its exports of berry wine and leather; the ever-shrinking fishing business, the struggling dairy farms, and peoples’ anxieties about the coming second summer, when unimaginable heat would descend upon them.

He’d also learned that their view of Phineas was less than favorable.

He was sorting through this information in his head, trying to come up with the best way to present his findings to Phineas, when a sound made him stop outside his bedroom door. Drifting from further down the hall was an unearthly humming. He recognized it immediately, and it sent a flutter through his stomach: an organ.

He’d always thought that ‘organ’ was an appropriate title; the one back in Iowa City had loomed like a great living creature, breathing and singing through what seemed like hundreds of throats and mouths. Leannan had always stared up at it in awe, hardly able to keep singing along himself.

He stood frozen for moment before quickly entering his room and leaving his purchases on the vanity, then returning to the hallway to follow the noise. It lead him along the corridor, one silent step in front of the next, until he determined the door it was emanating from. He was loathe to interrupt the music, but he had to know. He knocked.

The drone stopped, and a woman’s voice called from beyond.

“Come in!”

Leannan opened the door, and stepped into a room far finer than his. The bed was larger, and had a grand canopy of fringed damask, and there were a pair of armchairs and a teatable, in addition to a wardrobe. There was no vanity, but instead two – two! – full length mirrors in one corner. There was a distinct smell; some sort of pine resin smoldered in a dish on the teatable, filling the room with pungent smoke. The main point of interest, however, was a very thin and wan woman sitting in the bed, propped up by countless pillows. In her lap was a long, flat, black box, with a row of black and white keys, just like an organ. It had blinking lights, and wires ran out of it to some sort of contraption sitting in a fading sunbeam on the floor. Electronics, Leannan identified, though he didn’t know much about the stuff.

The woman was staring at him, the bags under her eyes doing little to weaken her icy, piercing gaze.

“You must be the holy concubine,” she intoned.

“Yes, madam,” he replied, offering a little bow.

“I’m Jeanette Faverolle. The missing Council member.” A hint of bitterness tinged her voice. “But you’re not here to listen to me complain. You came for the music, yes?”

“Yes, madam,” he echoed.

“Please,” she waved a hand, “Call me Jeanette.”

“Yes, Jeanette.”

“Sit. I will play for you.”

Leannan perched in one of the armchairs, and Jeanette set her fingers to the keys. Leannan couldn’t help but be a little disappointed; what had sounded so unmistakably like his long-lost home through the muffler of doors and walls sounded tinny and small coming directly out of the electronic keyboard. But it was still the sound of an organ, and it was still music, of a sort; Jeanette moved across the keys at random, slowly drawing out one chord before moving seamlessly to the next, building an eerie soundscape. Leannan closed his eyes and leaned forward, as if he could submerge himself in the noise.

Leannan wasn’t sure for how long he sat and listened, only that he had relaxed fully into the chair, sprawled in it most unbecomingly and completely at peace, when Jeanette quite suddenly lifted her hands from the keys and plunged the room into silence.

Leannan sat up quickly, straightening his shirt. Jeanette was staring him down. The evening light from the windows had faded into darkness, and the room was lit only by a single lantern at Jeanette’s bedside, which cast eerie shadows over her gaunt face.

“You belong to the Council as a whole, yes?” she asked.

“Yes, Jeanette.”

“Therefore I am entitled to a quarter of your time, yes?”

“Yes, Jeanette.”

She nodded brusquely. “Return to me tomorrow, after lunch.”

“Yes, Jeanette.”

“You are dismissed.”

“Yes, Jeanette.” Leannan stood, hesitated, then inclined his head to her. “Thank you.”

Her lips pursed, and her eyebrows pinched.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

Leannan nodded again, and quietly left.

He walked slowly back down the hallway, dying of curiosity. What ailed the Councilwoman? Why was she never at any of the meetings or dinners? Why had Brochard and James never mentioned her?

His thoughts were cut short by Phineas, fast approaching. Leannan stopped walking and lifted a hand to wave, but Phineas reached him in a rush, catching his waist and fisting a hand in his hair.

“Hej, stranger,” they purred, and kissed him.

Leannan wondered why Phineas was suddenly so touchy after two days of ignoring him, but Phineas explained.

“I shot a deer,” they murmured, nipping at Leannan’s ear.

“Congratulations,” Leannan giggled.

“Come with me.” Phineas practically dragged Leannan to their room, and Leannan spent the next twenty minutes with his head between Phineas’ legs. Afterwards, Leannan crawled up to lie next to Phineas and tried to tell them about what he had learned at the market, but Phineas shoved him off the bed.

“Shoo!” they said unambiguously.

Leannan tried not to be disappointed. Maybe Phineas had more important things to do – but Leannan still felt that the information he’d gathered was valuable. Regardless, he left, returning to his own room – and bumped right into James, who was leaving it.

“My apologies, Master James!” Leannan said immediately.

“Leannan – I was looking for you, I…” James grabbed Leannan’s upper arm and pulled him further into the room, closing the door. He had a wild look in his eye that set Leannan on edge. “I was looking for you, just – hold still…”

James’ hands closed around Leannan’s throat and squeezed.

Leannan had no warning, no time to prepare, and was hit with a jolt of genuine fear. James was supposed to be timid, he was supposed to be all bark and no bite… and yet. Leannan grabbed the Councilman’s wrists and tried to speak, but James was already crushing his throat closed, and it hurt. Horrible little squeaks and croaks were all that could escape Leannan’s mouth. James’ jaw clenched and his eyes were crazed and his arms shook as he clutched Leannan’s neck as tightly as he could. Leannan felt his head growing hot with trapped blood, and knew his face was turning red. Ordinarily when being hurt unexpectedly he would take in air, calm himself, and breath through it, but that wasn’t possible now. His vision started to go gray and fuzzy, and he found himself struggling instinctually. His feet dug into the floor, his shoulders twisted, and his hands yanked on James’ arms. It all only made James grip him tighter, growling something threatening in French. Finally, a coherent thought made its way through Leannan’s adrenaline-soaked and oxygen-deprived brain and he forced his body to fall slack, and rolled his eyes up into his head as if he were passing out. At this, James cursed and threw him to the floor, where Leannan spasmed and sucked in a painful breath through his battered throat. He wheezed helplessly as James stood over him, panting.

“Fucking peasants!” James shouted, “Think they’re above it all! Think they’re better than me?” He lifted his foot back to kick Leannan, tapped it to the ground as he hesitated, then shot it home into Leannan’s gut with a shout of rage. Leannan couldn’t stop the ragged cry that was forced out of him, and he curled up into a ball.

James began to pace, rambling in French.

“Ils demandent toujours ce qu'ils ne peuvent pas avoir!” He punctuated his last word with a second kick, this time to Leannan’s shin. Leannan flinched and whimpered, still disoriented. He didn’t have a plan. He couldn’t handle this.

“Taxes this, taxes that, maybe if you worked a little harder!” James circled around and kicked Leannan in the back, just below his ribs. Tears sprang to Leannan’s eyes, and he urged them on, sobbing.

“Master James!” he wheezed, “Please...”

“Oh, what, are you going to ask for something you don’t deserve too?” He loomed over Leannan, chest heaving; but then he seemed to deflate a bit as he took in Leannan’s pitiful figure on the floor.

“I suppose you do deserve some thanks. That was very… refreshing.” James rolled his shoulders, and his hand drifted to his belt. “Very… helpful.” He contemplated the thought a moment longer before stepping over Leannan and walking to the door.

“I’ll send someone to check on you,” he said, almost sounding regretful, and left.

Leannan rolled slowly onto his back, allowing himself to cry for real. He hadn’t liked that. Not at all. He kept misjudging James, and getting caught off-guard. He lifted a hand and pressed probing fingers to his throat. He didn’t need to look in the mirror to know he wore a necklace of handprints. He sat up, tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted to go back to Phineas – but he knew Phineas wouldn’t be interested in his whining.

He had to do his duty. He had to endure.

He brushed the tears off his face and forced on a smile, but it only lasted a few seconds before he sobbed again. He didn’t want to have to endure anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to God, “I’ll be okay in a minute, I swear, I’m sorry. I can do it, just give me a minute!”

He pulled up his knees and hugged them to his chest, hyperventilating slightly as he looked around. His room – the room that was supposed to be all his – didn’t feel safe anymore. He hadn’t even realized that he’d felt safe there in the first place until it was taken away. It felt wrong, now. It felt… It felt a way he couldn’t name. It felt bad, that was all he knew.

So he sat, and cried, and slowly calmed down. He was just starting to struggle to his feet, wincing as muscles flexed under new bruises, when someone knocked on the door. He wiped his hands across his face and straightened his clothes before going to answer it.

It was the pale, frizzy-haired woman, bearing a tray with a steaming earthenware mug on it.

“Yes?” Leannan said, then balked; his own voice shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did, coming out painfully hoarse and low.

“Councilman Faverolle sent you some honeyed tea, monsiuer,” the woman explained, her eyes running up and down Leannan’s figure. Not in the way people usually looked at him, though. Instead of lustful, she looked concerned; her eyes flitted particularly around his neck. She had a sharp, nervous gaze, like a small bird.

“Oh!” Leannan spoke through the pain, “How thoughtful of him!” He lifted the mug from the tray. “Thank you, madam…?”

She tucked the tray under her arm, tilting her head a little funny at being addressed with madam. “Just Maeve.”

“Thank you, Maeve,” Leannan rasped, smiling as best he could, “You should call me Leannan, then.”

She looked at him a moment longer, then nodded.

“You’re very welcome, Leannan. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Once she was gone, Leannan walked to his bed, nearly limping from the pain in his lower back. He set the tea down on his bedside table and stripped, dropping his clothes carelessly to the floor before crawling into bed. He took up the tea and hunched over it, enjoying the warmth despite the summer night.

He was being rewarded. He could endure.

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#ron desantis #war on drugs #mexico #war and peace

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tirkras · 1 year

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UGH, GOD DAMN IT!

I want to cry.

Oh, I have an idea! Let's talk about your favorite singers! My favorite singers are:

"Ic3peak"

"Пошлая Молли" / "Vulgar Molly."

"Твоё нежное безумие" / "Your tender madness."

"Электрофорез" / "Electrophoresis"

"Земфира" / "Zemfira"

"Кровосток" / "Krovostok"

"IOWA"

Russian Phonk???????

By the way, most often I draw Doll to the songs of these singers.

Well, yes, it's all Russian. But what did you expect? Okay, then I still need to write my favorite foreign singers.

Marina

Doja Cat

The Weeknd

Lady Gaga

Lana Del Rey

Tv Girl

And I also like some of the vocaloid Meiko's songs. Meiko is my favorite vocaloid!

In fact, I like music of absolutely any genre. But most often it's either cool madness or something gentle, soft and cute, so, well, romantic!

I WANT TO DRAW MURDER DRONES, BUT I CAN'T AAAAAAAAAAA

#shitpost #music

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musicreveiwsbyezti · 19 days

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What's up babygirls (literally no one reads my blog) here's my March topster

This month was mostly shit I thought it would be interesting to listen... so lot of metal again. Also for the sake of my sanity I have 2 records that I genuinely don't know what the fuck I should do with.

Unrated: Current 93-I have a special plan for this world (Dark Ambient/Poetry): Arguably the best scary stuff I have ever listened but I never want to hear this again as once was perfectly enough. It gives a really disturbing atmosphere and the poetry part itself was interesting too. I highly recommend checking it out at least once. Slipknot-Iowa(Nu metal): I don't get it. The instrumentation is good but the lyrics are so god damned corny that it hurts. It doesn't help that it sounds like death metal for people who don't want to listen to actual death metal. I probably give it another chance later... not now tho I still can't take The Heretic Anthem seriously.

Alright now the actual tierlist begins:

14th: Combat Wounded Veteran-Electric Youth Crew(Powerviolence): I had a small journey and sat down to listen through the entire CWV discography (it's not that long definitely recommend it to get into powerviolence) and this is arguably the "weakest" of their releases. It doesn't really stand out and can be forgotten easily.

13th: CWV-This Is Not an Erect, All-Red Neon Body (Powerviolence/Grindcore): Idk it just doesn't click as well as IKAGWDCSP.

12th: Death-The Sound of Perseverance(Death/Prog Metal):Jesus Christ this album was a major disappointment for me. As a last Death album I expected it to be a last brutal yet technically extreme blast...but they just had to listen to 30 hour acid freeform jazz or some shit to get inspiration. This album has genuine fire songs, but they just had to fuck up the in the middle with a boring ass bass "solo" or someshit... Also the Painkiller cover is the worst song I heard this year so far, how the fuck can you ruin a perfect song when you are already a talented vocalist is beyond me.

11th: CWV-Duck Down for the Torso(Powerviolence/Grindcore): A short and sweet end for CWV's discography. Having it end on a Folded Space song was a great choice which gives an interesting feeling for the end.

10th: Stabbing-Extirpated Mortal Process(Brutal Death/Slam metal): Now this is a good slam metal album.

9th: Sematary-Bloody Angel(Horrorcore/Chicago drill): After Sems last EP I thought it was over... BUT IT ISN'T! It gives vibes of RB2 with RB3 mixing with some HAW mixed in. He can cook just let him do his thing :pray:

8th: Spycada-Hiking Lung(Psychedelic rock): It's good, great vibe, good tones, overall enjoyable. Looking forward to their next stuff.

7th: Magrudergrind-Self title(Grindcore/Powerviolence): THE grindcore album. Absolutely slaps, the sample use is interesting.

6th: Igorrr-Spirituality and Distortion(Avant Guard Metal/Breakcore) This... is Schrödinger's kitchen. I don't know if the kitchen is burned down or has served a 5 star menu, until I care to write an actual criticism of it. (Also the mixing of metal, break core and classical music is insane and the sheer heaviness this album gives is phenomenal, though it falls of gradually on the second half)

5th:Sweet Trip-Velocity : Design : Comfort(IDM/Glitch Pop) At least 200 people already circle jerk around this album, yes it is good, no I don't explain why I love it because I ain't talking about why breathing air is good.

4th:Have a nice life-Deathconsciousness(Post Punk/Shoegaze): Same as last time, people already told you enough why it's good, just fucking listen through it already. (side note some of the songs on this albums mixed weirdly quite for some reason, and it's kinda wack how the drone parts are the best, but still really good)

3th: Dead in the Dirt-The Blind Hole(Grindcore/Powerviolence) Jesus I listen to a lot of powerviolence this month... Anyways this is probably my favourite pw record yet. Probably the more understandable vocals help to lift it just a little bit above the rest for me.

2th:Mastodon-Leviathan(Sludge metal/Prog metal) Fun fact in the 2000's 2 whale concept prog metal albums came out, both of which are peak. I don't know how they got The Moby Dick nailed so well in metal form but they sure did with heavy riffs and amazing vocal performances.

1th: Electric Wizard-Witchcult Today(Stoner/Doom metal): I was afraid to check out the rest of EW discography after Dopethrone cuz it is too peak... However this album is probably as good as Dopethrone. Something about this album gives more OG metal vibes with less insanity.

#metal #rym #rateyourmusic #topster #topsters

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U.S. Air Force marks 100 years of air refueling with national overflight

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 06/27/23 - 11:00am Military

In honor of a century of excellence in air refueling, the United States Air Force (USAF) is expected to fly over all 50 states on June 27.

The Army Air Service - a predecessor of the Air Force - developed a way in the 1920s to extend flight missions, allowing aircraft, which were strictly propeller-powered, to remain in the air without landing to refuel.

On June 27, 1923, U.S. Army Air Service aviators performed the first air refueling, by passing gasoline through a gravity hose between two DH-4B aircraft. During this historic event, 1º Lieutenant of the Air Service Virgil Hine and 1º Lt. Frank Seifert pumped fuel from one plane, by means of a hose, to the other below, carrying Captain Lowell Smith and 1º Lt. John Richter. A few weeks later, Smith and Richter set a new resistance record of more than 37 hours, which involved more than a dozen refueling contacts, according to the USAF Museum.

Two Army Air Service pilots pump fuel through a hose from one plane to another in the San Diego sky on June 27, 1923.

Today, more than 150 tanker planes from 26 Total Force facilities are expected to participate with KC-135 Stratotankers, KC-10 Extenders and KC-46 Pegasus aircraft during overflights, celebrating a revolutionary capacity delivered 100 years ago. An Iowa National Air Guard Stratotanker KC-135, for example, will perform F-16 overflights in the Missouri River Valley region — and the 168ª Alaska Wing will fly over many locations with KC-135, including Fort Yukon in the east. central part of the state, Deadhorse in the far north and Kenai at the far south.

"Air refueling embodies our determination to defend freedom and project power, leaving an indelible mark on the history of aviation," said General Mike Minihan, commander of the Air Force Air Mobility Command. "It connects our strategic vision with operational reality, ensuring that we can reach any corner of the globe with unwavering speed."

"It connects our strategic vision with operational reality, ensuring that we can reach any corner of the globe with unwavering speed and accuracy. Air refueling embodies our determination to defend freedom and project power, leaving an indelible mark on the history of aviation," he added.

The announcement earlier this year about the acquisition of the KC-46A and the accelerated search for the state-of-the-art air refueling system (NGAS) is driving the advancement of capacity that was developed and entrusted to aviators a century ago, the USAF declared.

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DES MOINES, IA — Motivated by a lackluster showing in Monday evening's caucus, presidential candidate Nikki Haley has ordered the bombing of Iowa. Reports coming in from the ground indicate hundreds of eligible voters have lost their lives as a result of attacks on key polling locations throughout the state. Nikki Haley has officially claimed responsibility for the attacks.

"There's only one solution to this problem, which is the same solution to every problem, and that is bombing things," Nikki Haley reportedly said as she gave the official go-ahead to her personal drone-strike team. "Ooo! Look at the explosions!"

Final polling data ahead of the official caucus shows Nikki Haley losing to Trump, which the presidential candidate has emphatically said is "unacceptable." According to sources, polling data motivated her to launch retaliatory attacks against a voter base that despises her.

Support by defense contractors for Haley's presidential campaign has since quadrupled.

"We're all in for Team Haley," said Lockheed Martin CEO David Rumsfeld. "It's so inspiring the way she wants to give us money to bomb people. Boy, do I love bombing people."

Iowans have responded unfavorably to the bombings, but Fox News reporters confirm that the diminished Iowan population is likely to give her an edge should her candidacy survive to the general election. "The lack of Iowa voters will undoubtedly turn the tide," related Fox News' chief political anchor Bret Baier. "Some Haley voters may be collateral damage, but most of those who hate Haley will no longer be able to vote against her. This is a big win for Team Haley."

At publishing time, Nikki Haley's polling numbers surged in New Hampshire with voters indicating they were planning to vote for Haley out of fear.

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After Lackluster Showing, Nikki Haley Orders Bombing Of Iowa | Babylon Bee

DES MOINES, IA — "Motivated by a lackluster showing in Monday evening's caucus, presidential candidate Nikki Haley has ordered the bombing of Iowa. Reports coming in from the ground indicate hundreds of eligible voters have lost their lives as a result of attacks on key polling locations throughout the state. Nikki Haley has officially claimed responsibility for the attacks.

Support by defense contractors for Haley's presidential campaign has since quadrupled.

"We're all in for Team Haley," said Lockheed Martin CEO David Rumsfeld. "It's so inspiring the way she wants to give us money to bomb people. Boy, do I love bombing people."

At publishing time, Nikki Haley's polling numbers surged in New Hampshire with voters indicating they were planning to vote for Haley out of fear.

As the country slowly increases in racism and right-wing bigotry, it’s important to ensure you don’t get caught up in their evil MAGA ways."

#babylon bee #nimrata randhawa #nikki haley #donald trump #iowa caucus #usa election

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“Just because you're ill informed does not mean you get to call others stupid, nor does your wishing to rob people of their rights mean you get to call them evil.”

The second amendment and its consequences have been a disaster for the United States.

The last conflict fought between American civilians and hostile foreign forces on American soil was over 200 years ago.

The American government has not once shown anywhere near a level of tyranny where revolution would be a viable or necessary solution.

Well regulated militia

Not whatever the hell you retards are up to today

"The US government has not once shown anywhere near a level of Tyranny where revolution would be a viable or necessary solution."

The Siege of Waco.

Ruby Ridge.

Warrantless Wiretapping, a violation of federal statutes and the Constitution.

The continued existence of the ATF and FBI.

Ever rising Taxes.

The continued abuse of the Patriot Act, the FBI has issued hundreds of thousands of national security letters thanks to the Patriot Act, a majority against U.S. persons, and many without any connection to terrorism at all, the Patriot Act violates both the First Amendment and the separation of powers doctrine.

Surgical drone strikes, in which more than 90% of those killed were found to not be the intended targets.

In a 1949 operation called the "Green Run", the U.S. Atomic Energy Commission (AEC) released iodine-131 and xenon-133 into the atmosphere near the Hanford site in Washington, which contaminated a 500'000-acre (2000 km²) area containing three small towns.

In 1953, the AEC ran several studies at the University of Iowa on the health effects of radioactive iodine in newborns and pregnant women. In one study, researchers gave pregnant women between 100 to 200 microcuries (3.7 to 7.4 MBq) of iodine-131, to study the women's aborted embryos in an attempt to discover at what stage, and to what extent, radioactive iodine crosses the placental barrier. In another study, they gave 25 newborn babies (who were under 36 hours old and weighed from 5.5 to 8.5 pounds (2.5 to 3.9 kg)) iodine-131, either by oral administration or through an injection, so that they could measure the amount of iodine in their thyroid glands, as iodine would go to that gland.

In another AEC study, researchers at the University of Nebraska College of Medicine fed iodine-131 to 28 healthy infants through a gastric tube to test the concentration of iodine in the infants' thyroid glands.

In Alaska, starting in August 1955, the AEC selected a total of 102 Inuit natives and Athapascan Indians who would be used to study the effects of radioactive iodine on thyroid tissue, particularly in cold environments. Over a two-year span, the test subjects were given doses of I-131 and samples of saliva, urine, blood, and thyroid tissue were collected from them. The purpose and risks of the radioactive iodine dosing, along with the collection of body fluid and tissue samples was not explained to the test subjects, and the AEC did not conduct any follow-up studies to monitor for long-term health effects.

In an experiment in the 1960s, over 100 Alaskan citizens were continually exposed to radioactive iodine.

Albert Stevens, a man misdiagnosed with stomach cancer, received "treatment" for his "cancer" at the U.C. San Francisco Medical Center in 1945. Dr. Joseph Gilbert Hamilton, a Manhattan Project doctor in charge of the human experiments in California, had Stevens injected with Pu-238 and Pu-239 without informed consent. Stevens never had cancer; a surgery to remove cancerous cells was highly successful in removing the benign tumor, and he lived for another 20 years with the injected plutonium. Since Stevens received the highly radioactive Pu-238, his accumulated dose over his remaining life was higher than anyone has ever received: 64 Sv (6400 rem). Neither Albert Stevens nor any of his relatives were told that he never had cancer; they were led to believe that the experimental "treatment" had worked. His cremated remains were surreptitiously acquired by Argonne National Laboratory Center for Human Radiobiology in 1975 without the consent of surviving relatives.

From 1946 to 1953, at the Walter E. Fernald State School in Massachusetts, in an experiment sponsored by the U.S. Atomic Energy Commission and the Quaker Oats corporation, 73 mentally disabled children were fed oatmeal containing radioactive calcium and other radioisotopes, to track "how nutrients were digested". The children were not told that they were being fed radioactive chemicals; they were told by hospital staff and researchers that they were joining a "science club".

Between 1948 and 1954, funded by the federal government, researchers at the Johns Hopkins Hospital inserted radium rods into the noses of 582 Baltimore, Maryland schoolchildren as an alternative to adenoidectomy.

In 1957, atmospheric nuclear explosions in Nevada, which were part of Operation Plumbbob were later determined to have released enough radiation to have caused from 11'000 to 212'000 excess cases of thyroid cancer among U.S. citizens who were exposed to fallout from the explosions, leading to between 1100 and 21'000 deaths.

There are far too many radiation experiments.

From 1942 to 1944, the U.S. Chemical Warfare Service conducted experiments which exposed thousands of U.S. military personnel to mustard gas, without consent, in order to test the effectiveness of gas masks and protective clothing.

From 1950 through 1953, the U.S. Army conducted Operation LAC (Large Area Coverage), spraying chemicals over six cities in the United States and Canada, to test dispersal patterns of chemical weapons. Army records stated that the chemicals which were sprayed on the city of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, included zinc cadmium sulfide, which was not thought to be harmful.

To test whether or not sulfuric acid, which is used in making molasses, was harmful as a food additive, the Louisiana State Board of Health commissioned a study to feed "Negro prisoners" nothing but molasses for five weeks. One report stated that prisoners did not "object to submitting themselves to the test, because it would not do any good if they did."

Operation Top Hat.

Holmesburg program.

Project BLUEBIRD.

In 1952, professional tennis player Harold Blauer died when he was injected with a fatal dose of a mescaline derivative at the New York State Psychiatric Institute of Columbia University. The United States Department of Defense, which sponsored the injection, worked in collusion with the Department of Justice and the New York State Attorney General to conceal evidence of its involvement in the experiment for 23 years. Cattell claimed that he did not know what the army had ordered him to inject into Blauer, saying: "We didn't know whether it was dog piss or what we were giving him."

On November 19, 1953, Dr. Frank Olson was given a dosage of LSD without his knowledge or consent. After falling from a hotel window nine days later, he died under suspicious circumstances. Until the Project MKUltra revelations, the cause of Olson's death was covered up for 22 years.

MKUltra.

In August 2010, the U.S. weapons manufacturer Raytheon announced that it had partnered with a jail in Castaic, California, to use prisoners as test subjects for its Active Denial System that "fires an invisible heat beam capable of causing unbearable pain." The device, dubbed "pain ray" by its critics, was rejected for fielding in Iraq due to Pentagon fears that it would be used as an instrument of torture.

I can go on.

Now onto the 2nd Ammendment.

Who knows better what the Second Amendment means than the Founding Fathers? Here are some powerful gun quotations from the Founding Fathers themselves.

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Donald Trump's sharing of alleged classified intelligence to Russian officials in the White House has come under scrutiny amid a large-scale attack by the Hamas Islamist military group against Israel.

The theory is that trump gave israeli defense intelligence to russia, who traded it to iran for drones, and then iran gave the information to hamas.

#Trump #News #Israel

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Sounds of Space Project - Sunconscious - meditative album of cosmic drones (based on space “sounds”) and voices

This is the third album by the Sounds of Space Project a collaboration between Dr Nigel Meredith, Diana Scarborough and Professor Kim Cunio. Ten new tracks have been created for this project featuring music inspired by and including space 'sounds' from the Sun, Like their previous albums 'Aurora Musicalis', and ‘Celestial Incantations’, this album is a fusion of art and science and a type of dreaming of how art and science can tell the great stories of our time. The album includes liner notes and new artwork and T-shirt designs from Scarborough.

The album begins with an awakening on Earth with a track featuring the 'sounds' of space as recorded by the Halley VLF receiver on the day of the first sunrise following the long austral winter. We then move out into interplanetary space and encounter tracks inspired by and including the 'sounds' of plasma waves in the solar wind as captured by the Fields Experiment on the Parker Solar Probe. In amongst this intriguing mix we include tracks featuring the Sun's natural vibrations as detected by the SOHO Michelson Doppler Imager and a type III solar radio burst recorded by the Radio Wave and Plasma Science instrument on the Cassini spacecraft. The album ends back on Earth at Halley VI, with recordings from the VLF receiver on the day of the last sunset before the long austral winter.

This is a non-commercial album that is freely available for all. We would like to thank the institutions and people who provided the audio data used in this project including the Johns Hopkins University, the British Antarctic Survey, NASA, the University of Iowa and A. Kosovichev, at the Stanford Experimental Physics Laboratory. Nigel Meredith would like to acknowledge funding from Natural Environment Research Council grants NE/V00249X/1 (Sat-Risk) and NE/R016038/1.

#Sounds of Space Project #electronic #meditative #astronomy #new age #female vocal #ambient #2022 #space music

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I was tagged to post 5 songs I've been listening to lately. Thanks for the tag, Lee!! 🖤 @inquisitiveheretic

Fake Out by Fall Out Boy

Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

Fighting Myself by Linkin Park

Drones by Grandson

jealous of my friends by Bea Miller

Tagging: @day-trippin-dreamer @born-to-lose @no-fxn-club

#since 9pm last night I have only listened to SM(f)S + Drones + Fighting Myself #new releases on repeat!!!!!#had Bea on repeat prior though and I'm obsessed with the song so I had to include her #tag games #music

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Blue? Are you okay?

-Iowa

Bing stiffened, eyes from behind the mirrored lenses shifting to the other. The greys blossomed to turquoise in the Google’s eyes.

“I always am. It is important to be,” he droned, monotone. “If I am ever not, I will be. Regardless of how I am currently, you are not meant to be in distress over me.”

The orange other shifted his weight from foot to foot, now chewing on his lip nervously.

#interesting choice of words there Blue #syles writing #iowa anon #bingiplier #googleplier #blue google #syles canon

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Noozmax illustrated a story about the drone incident in Moscow with pictures of a much more severely damaged building in the United States.

#newsmax #fake news

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Elderly Northern Iowa man falls 60 feet into a ravine, cops use drones and UTV vehicles in search

FAYETTE COUNTY – An elderly Northern Iowa man fell 60 feet into a ravine, prompting a search that didn’t end until he was located and hospitalized. On March 12th, 2024, at approximately 4:08 PM, the Fayette County Sheriff’s Office received a 911 call from Duane Foelske, age 81 of Waverly, stating he was out checking his property and near a quarry off Juniper Road and near a cabin he owns on J…

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July 25, 2023

Morning Songs

Lexi "X"

Strangest Things

Can Make My Car Not Work

Tires Low

Mountain Temperatures

Temperamental Lexi

And Suddenly

All Alert Lights Are On

That's My Little Lexus

Lemon

Afraid To Sing

I Wrote The 1st Verse

In My Head

Saw 3 Smiling Coyotes

Bushy Tailed

At Sunset

Signs Of Families

Traveling

Herding Around Us

Sometimes I'm Lonely

But The Birds

Always Say Hello

The Ravens In The Morning

Happy

At What I Left

The Previous Day

Old Chicken

The Blue Jay's

On A Lark

And The Red Necked Hummingbirds

Hovering In My Face

Vibrating My Way

Unheard Messages

Squeek

Redwood Trees

Demand Water

If I Can Be An Ambassador

For Nature

And Moms You See

"Mom H2O"

Licenses

Ask For Water

Agua Pura

Sad Journalists

Are Attacked

Sold By Agents

It Happened To Me

When I got Interviewed

While Living At The Raj

In College

GQ Called Me

Smeared Our MUM Utopia

Gay Writers

Somehow Missed Point

Of God Loving Families

Yogis

Gurus

Teachers

Creating Miracles

Energy Vortexes

In Iowa

Children Growing

And Glowing

Judges Wanted Our Offspring

Lawyers, Lawyers, Lawyers

DA- Never Listens

No Women

In Iowa

My Only Choice

Is To Prosecute

Myself

As A Realtor

Cuz no One Has

A Fidicuary Duty To Me

But My Gagged Family

Who Can't Speak

Sir "X"

Won't You Help

Won't You Rewind "X"

Dr. "X"

Rewind

Why Must Branding

Always Take

Precedent

More Important

Than Moms

Mum

Won't You

Dance

Tic-tac-toe

A Move For "X"

Now A Move For "O"

Won't You Dance

Tic-tac-toe

Britney Grinned

Through 10 Years

Of #BritneyBitch

#BritneyIfUrReadingThis

And Now She Says

#MindYourBusiness

"B"

B****

Bring Back Roseanne

Barre

Bring Back

Heartland Iowa

Vibes

Bring Back

Sensibility

On "W" Word

Before "X"

We're Happy To See

'Ya Back On

"X"

Do 'Ya Mind

If We Call The Bird

Something More

Than Just An Ap

Only 20% Women

Left

On "X"

Male Dominated

Writers Caged

Singers With Lymes

Discriminated

And You Offer Us

Another Promise

Who Bought The Bird

Corp "X"

Freedom Of Speech

Like Twitter

Safety

Like Cybertrucks

And Rape Tesla Whistles

Starlink

Still Not Connected

Who Bought The Bird

Once Again

For Thanksgiving

Who Bought The Bird

And Put The "X"

Next To A Circle

Before Peace Dinner

Who Bought The Bird

Whose "X" Corp

There's A Bunch

Of Mummies

That Just Want

To Know

And Picnic Now

In Peace

Like A Family Should

On The River

Where The Waterfalls

Flow

In The Grotto

Along Wildflowers Paths

Some Of us

Want Our Disney

Ending

Now

Some Of Us

Need Our Tree Homes

And Beach Homes

Back

Some Of Us

We're Ripped Off

At Courts

Have Given Enough

Stormy Warnings

From Scotland

To America

And 60 British Colonies

Plus Iran

We Want Back

All Of It

Stormy Warnings

Pirates Blunder

Court TV

Won't Do 'Ya

No Good

Romantic Bots

Playing Movie Stars

In The Name Of

Edward Scissorhands

10 Other Celebrities

And Rockstars

Spin Dr's

Even If We Love

Your Cats

#WeHeardYou

Stormy Warnings

Billionaire Blunders

Can't Eat That

Judges To Pay

For Starter Wives

Murders

Call Your Laundry List

Of Promoted Offenders

Defenders

And Take A Stand For

Hunter

Huntleys' too

And Do What Pappa

Biden Cannot Do

For If You Have A

Eclectic Gene

Or Negative Rogan Blood

No One Understands

You Might Become

An AI Experiment

A Disease 5000 Years

Old

Like Lymes

Cysts

Still Prosecuted

Against

Like Witches

Then Call

Yourself A Dr

Call Yourself A Lawyer

Call Yourself An Officer

Of Court

Turn It Around

Please Don't Forget

Her "O's"

And Stop The Cold War

Rewind This Space "X"

Business

Hoarding Moms Assets

If The Rockets

Are Taking Off

At Our Expense

Then That's Not Being

A Taoist

Rewind This Space "X"

Business

Dr. "X"

Rewind This Space "X"

Business

Thanksgiving Birds

Will Always Be Upon

All Spies

Crystal Bugs

Drones Buzzing

Into Tents

Trespassing

Reperations

For Perverted Officers

Breakfast

Coffee

Naked Showers

At State Parks

And Hospitals

Enoch Wants More

One Rape

One Rental Car

Was Never Enough

Gluttony

So We Discipline

Our Officers

When They Beat US

And Raid Our Homes

We Discipline Our Sargeants

Who Didn't Report

In-House Murders

Like Sargeant Protero

You Want A Judge

To Attempt To Murder Elon's Child

And Harem

Like Us

Like Biden's Neighbor-

Judge

For Pedophilia

We Ask

No Gag Orders

Will Make Us

Follow In Those Footsteps

No Gag Orders

Will Make Us Quiet

Against

This Judge Construct

No Gag Orders

Will

Quiet Neila's

Mothering Love

Compassion

Through "O's"

Empathy

And Ghosts

Through Us

Through Moms

Peace

Stop The Abuse

Stop Raping Ukranians

Like Neo-Nazis

Says Roseanne Barre

We Willed Her Back

To Twitter

Stop Giving Away

War Babies

Teens

And Kids

To Nazi Soldiers

On The West Coast

Russia

Iran

And all The Globes

Women

We Adore

Stop The Wars On

Yonis

Stop The Wars On

"O"

Stop The War On Oceana

We Forgive Her

Her Wasp Grooming

For Throwing Soda

In My Face On

Christmas Eve

And Stabbing My

Forehead

An Imaginary Red

Indian Dot

With Her Finger

My 3rd Eye Chakra

On A Bribe

For Blowjobbing Militia

Christian Greenwashing

Druglords

Handmaiden

Cop-Debugging

Stealing Phones

We'll Always Love

Marilyn's

In Her Prime

Past Her Prime

And Before Her Prime

She Wasn't A "W"

Smeared Like #FreeBritney

"Before Her Time,"

Elton Said

Recap Her Voice

From A Decade Old

Recording

#MindYourB

Recap #FreeBritney

"X" Came After "W"

You Must Honor

Our Mothers

Stop The Incessant

Rockets

That Forgot

The Feeling Level

On Earth

No Thanksgiving

In California

Stop Starter Wife

Murders

That Is The Universal

Loop Hole

Peace

"X" And "O"

Hugs

All Love Eternal,

Dr. Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal xo

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