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tecontos · 2 months

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Minha viagem a trabalho com Ménage no final da noite (Fev-2024)

By; Val

Oi me chamo Val, tenho 36 anos, sou separada, e hoje aproveitando bem mais a vida e as oportunidades.

Trabalho no ministério da saúde, e nesse mês de Fevereiro eu fui a São Paulo fazer uma palestra para secretários de saúde dos estados.

Por acaso no jantar do hotel onde estava vi uma colega antiga, medica, casada com um dos secretários. Sentamos juntos e ficamos conversando. Quando era solteira minha amiga deu umas indiretas para transarmos, mas naquela época desconversei e afastamos por necessidade do trabalho. Agora já casada, não aconteceria de novo, pensei. Eu estava sozinha e tenho minhas fantasias. Tive muitas decepções com homens e também com meu marido. Quase sempre não me satisfaz.

Acabamos de jantar, ficamos conversando nós três. Notei que Fátima conversava olhando nos meus olhos e colocava as mãos em mim. Era uma apresentação única, no outro dia pela manhã voltaria para Brasília.

Aquele clima foi me liberando e notei que seu marido é também liberal. Fátima depois de contar toda sua história com Roberto, me perguntou se eu não toparia realizar uma velha fantasia sua. Perguntei já sabendo a resposta;

- qual é esta fantasia, amiga?

- Dormir conosco na mesma cama.

Fiquei vermelha diante de Roberto, mas apenas dei um sorriso. Já era tarde resolvi subir para meu apartamento. Eles me acompanharam. Apertaram o nº 5 e eu o 8º andar. Quando o elevador parou ela pegou na minha mão, olhou nos meus olhos quase implorando, e falou:

- vamos, estou louca para te lamber.

Roberto falou; - vamos Val.

Falei que iria no meu ap escovar os dentes e depois voltaria para o seu. O incrível é que fiquei toda molhada de vontade, sentir a língua de uma mulher.

Escovei os dentes, desci, quando toquei a campainha, Fátima logo abriu e já estava só de calcinha. Fechou a porta e pegou minhas mãos, falou:

- você não se arrependerá.

Fica a vontade, falou ela. Olhei para Roberto estava encostado na cama vendo um canal na TV. Vestido apenas de cueca. Fátima aproximou de mim e soltou as alças do meu vestido e me deixando só de calcinha. Meus peitos de fora.

Falou: - Você esta muito bonita. Um tesão.

Colocou meu vestido no cabide e voltou. Me abraçou, me lascou um beijo na boca.

Falei: - nossa amiga, não estou acostumada.

Roberto olhava, enquanto ela mamava meus peitos e passou a mão na minha buceta. Me levou para a cama e pediu que deitasse de costas. Abriu minhas pernas e ajoelhou entre elas. Com sua língua quente e suave, ora me lambia ora chupava meu clitóris que estava alto. Eu fechei os olhos para sentir sua boca. Sentia seus toques de língua e dava pequenos gemidos. Me derreti toda na língua de minha amiga. Senti as mãos de Roberto tocar meus peitos. Continuei com os olhos fechados para aproveitar o máximo aqueles toques. Senti seus lábios nos meus seios.

Quando Fátima sentiu que eu estava quase no orgasmo total, saiu de entre minha pernas e deu a volta para junto do meu rosto. Abriu suas pernas e colocou sua buceta na altura do meu rosto. Queria que eu a chupasse. Enquanto isso senti o pau de Roberto massagear meu clitóris e penetrar lentamente minha buceta. Adorei. Estou acostumada com um cacete duro. Mas naquele momento eu estava ansiosa para que ele me penetrasse no fundo de minha buceta.

Para retribuir o carinho de Fátima em mim, eu peguei nas suas coxas e penetrei minha língua na sua buceta, molhada e cheirosa. Minha amiga gemia e me chamava de gostosa.

Concentrei nas estocadas de Roberto e tive o melhor orgasmo de minha vida. Ele ainda continuou no entra e sai com seu pau ainda duro até gozar dentro de mim.

Roberto saiu e deitou ao meu lado exausto. Fátima aproveitou e caiu entre minhas pernas para me chupar novamente, deixando sua xana na altura de meu rosto. Um 69. Lambeu todo molhado em que eu estava. Pressionava a vagina na minha boca até ter seu clímax.

Minha amiga, deitou ao nosso lado exausta de cansada. Me deu um beijo demorado na boca e me agradeceu pela bela transa.

Eles queriam que eu dormisse com eles. Mas achei melhor ir para meu quarto. Trocamos números de telefones para um novo encontro, com mais tempo.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Val

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rollinouttahere-writes · 10 months

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Strawhats with Rob Lucci’s younger sibling? But they aren’t aware of CP9 due to ✨reasons✨ and just think their big brother wanted to work at Water 7

Anon, I have some extremely unfortunate news for you. My dyslexia pulled a fast one on me and completely omitted the word 'strawhats' from this request, and I didn't realize it until I had already finished writing it and came back to post it. I am so sorry, feel free to send this request in again if you want to give me another shot to properly answer it. I'm gonna be reading requests 50 times over just to make sure I don't do this again. I am mortified. Hope you like this regardless, so sorry again.

Estranged

Yandere Rob Lucci x Sibling Reader

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This was going to be a good thing for you, a healthy change of pace. An opportunity to move on from your past and no longer let it weigh you down. It was for the best, even if everything felt more than a little hollow right now.

After you finished putting away the rest of your belongings, you meander to the open window to take in your brand new surroundings. Water 7 was easily the most beautiful city you’d seen in your entire life.

A light breeze carried the scent of the ocean into your small apartment. The walkway as well as the canal beneath you was busy, full of people going about their daily lives. Everyone here seemed so gleeful and carefree, as if they didn’t have a single problem hanging over them. You wonder if you’ll be able to fall into a similar state of mind.

Probably not, but you can dream.

Your train of thought is interrupted by your cat, Roberto, leaping up onto the windowsill next to you. You lightly scritched behind his ears as he looked down at the bustling city with his typical scowling expression. He was the grumpiest cat you’d ever met, but that just made his toleration of you all the more endearing in your humble opinion.

Shutting the window, you make your way to the door, “I’m gonna head out and take a look around the neighborhood, don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”

Roberto barely spared you a glance before jumping down to the floor to curl up in a sunny spot to sleep. A small smile tugged at your lips. Yeah, you weren’t worried about him doing anything bad in your absence. For all his standoffishness, he was a very mild mannered cat. As long as his food and water bowl were filled (which they were), he was fine.

You’d barely made it out the door before a couple of kids went sprinting around you, narrowly avoiding a collision. One of them shouted a quick “sorry” over their shoulder but kept on running to wherever their destination was, giggling about who knows what.

They looked similar. Siblings probably. Just like that, your mood took a nosedive, much to your aggravation. How childish to be bothered by merely seeing two potential siblings. You needed to get over it already.

It’s not like you were ever going to see Lucci again. He was gone and you needed to accept that.

The relationship you had with your older brother was odd to say the least. Mostly in the sense that you didn’t really have one to go off of. The last time you’d seen him, you were three years old, so you two could only be so close.

At the time, you felt like you were thick as thieves with him. Wherever he went, you followed, and vice versa. He’d do everything with you. From tying your shoes before you figured it out, to letting you wear his top hat, to fighting anyone else at the orphanage that had the audacity to try and pick on you. Even back then, you could distinctly remember how stoic he was, but you never doubted that he cared about you. And also his pigeon, Hattori.

The only time you could recall where he was upset with you was when you’d spent the whole day pestering him to tell you about your parents. The orphanage was all you’d ever known, but surely he remembered something about them. After hours of changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you, he snapped, “It doesn’t matter! They aren’t here anymore, only I am. Just be happy with that and stop asking.”

You didn’t bring it up again. Not that you exactly had much of a chance to.

The following day was a strange one. Some men in suits showed up and took Lucci “on a walk”, not letting you come with. They never came back. When you asked the nun running the place where your brother was, she acted like she had no idea who or what you were talking about. It was as if he’d never existed.

Without your brother around to protect you, it became abundantly clear what a shithole that place was. You’d come to the sad realization that he’d been giving most of his food to you so you wouldn’t have to go hungry. There was also the issue of having to watch more and more kids disappear every couple of years and having no idea what happened to them or if you were going to be next. The general consensus between you and the remaining children was that they were being sold into slavery, but you never were able to confirm that.

As soon as you were old and strong enough to go off on your own, you did. For years you would bounce around the island doing odd jobs to stay alive all while trying to get a clue as to your brother’s whereabouts. Nothing ever came up, so when you scraped together enough money, you left for another island.

You repeated this cycle for years. Working, investigating, and then moving when the trail was cold. As disheartening as it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to give up. He wouldn’t give up if the roles had been reversed, so you wouldn’t either.

At least that’s what you told yourself at first. When you were first thinking this, you never imagined that he would still be missing over a decade later. You had never considered that you would genuinely never find so much as a hint to his whereabouts. Or his livelihood.

At this point, it was easier to assume he was dead.

“I could go for a drink,” you mumble to yourself as you take a look around and notice a bar. You’ve been so caught up in your own thoughts that at this point you don’t even know where exactly you are. How responsible.

You push open the door to the establishment and do a quick once over. It’s busy, but not crowded. You should be able to quietly enjoy a drink or two without much trouble.

The sound of wings flapping catches your attention, and the next thing you know, something lands on your shoulder and starts cooing. Slightly startled, you snap your attention to where it landed and see a white pigeon happily nestling itself into your neck.

Holding out your hand, you gently guide it onto your finger to get a better look at the bird. It’s wearing an adorable red necktie and looks positively thrilled to see you for whatever reason. Despite your previous bad mood, you can’t help but smile. You’ve always had a soft spot for birds. What a cutie.

Someone at a nearby table laughs loudly, “Look at that Lucci, even your bird is better at making friends than you are!”

Your blood runs cold.

“Lucci?” No. No it can’t be.

Slowly, you crane your neck around to look at where the voice had come from. That’s when you see it. The top hat. The dark, curly hair underneath it. Your breath catches in your throat as the man turns around. His facial expression is one of pure annoyance, until his eyes meet yours. Then he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

It’s him. He’s aged, obviously, but you would recognize those features anywhere. That’s your brother. That’s Lucci.

As if on autopilot, you mindlessly approached him, “Lucci, is that really you?” Your voice is so quiet that you’re not sure he could even hear you. He didn’t respond, so you continued, “I looked everywhere for you. Is this where you’ve been?”

Logically, you know you should be ecstatic to see him again, but as he continues to silently gawk at you something else creeps into your heart.

Rage.

“You gonna say something, or are you just gonna keep staring?” One of your hands snaps out to shove at his shoulder. Still nothing. “I’m your fucking sibling, your own flesh and blood, and this is how you treat me after all these years?! I thought you were dead!” His fists clench and unclench, and his breathing is becoming uneven, but he still won’t talk to you.

In a fit of fury, you snatch a pint of beer off the table and throw the contents of it in his face, “Fuck you, I never should have wasted my time looking for you!”

Hattori flies off you from the commotion and is circling the table. The patrons of the bar are mostly silent save for some gasps and hushed whispers, but you don’t hang around any longer. You can’t. You don’t want to let that bastard have the satisfaction of seeing the tears that are seconds away from spilling over.

How dare he? How dare he do this to you? You’ve spent all this time remembering him fondly, searching for any sign of him, and when you finally find him completely by accident, this happens. He gives you the silent treatment and acts like he doesn’t know you. You thought he was dead or a slave when in reality he was leading a normal life and getting a drink with his buddies.

Maybe he’d been glad to get rid of you.

You choke out a sob as you run, not sure where your feet are taking you but hoping to see anything that can point you to your apartment. All you want to do is to curl up in your bed with your cat and cry. Fuck it, maybe you’ll pack up your things and leave Water 7 tonight. You can’t stomach the thought of seeing him again now.

You can register the sound of someone running after you. Probably the guy whose drink you threw if you had to guess. Way to go, (y/n), making a scene and ruining your reputation within hours of moving to a new city. You don’t want to face the consequences of your actions though, and pick up the pace to try and get away from them.

This doesn’t work and they close the gap far quicker than you expected. Strong arms wrap around your torso, and they pick you up and carry you into some quiet alley. You try to kick and scream, but your kicks do absolutely nothing and a hand covers your mouth.

As soon as you’re out of sight of the general population, you’re put down and pushed into a wall. You can finally see who your assailant is, only to lock eyes with Lucci. Scoffing, you slap away his hand, “What? Now you want to talk?”

“Yes, I do,” his response surprises you. You hadn’t actually expected him to speak to you after how he was acting at the bar.

“Oh really? How come you didn’t want to talk before? Too embarrassed to speak with me in public?”

“I can’t speak with you publicly, but not for that reason.”

He didn’t elaborate further, but you decided to move on. There were a lot more things to get to. You cut to the chase, “Where have you been?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Forget this, he’s fucking with you at this point. You try to walk away from this pointless conversation, but he’s holding onto your wrist and won’t let go.

“I’m leaving, I don’t want to talk to you,” you’re trying to wrench your arm out of his grasp but he’s much stronger than you thought. He wouldn’t budge.

“We’re not done talking,” his eye twitched in irritation at your behavior.

“We never started talking! You aren’t saying anything meaningful, I would get more out of talking to a brick wall!” You screamed at him, trying not to start crying again.

While you’re trying to get away, you feel something land on your head. This makes you stop and calm down ever so slightly. The cooing immediately gives away that it’s Hattori. You hold up your hand for him to hop on. How is it that you’re connecting with the pigeon more than your brother? You sighed, “At least someone is happy to see me.”

From your peripheral vision, you can see Lucci stiffen and avert his piercing gaze. He grumbles a bit, “I am… Happy. To see you.”

You scoffed, “Wow, that sounded so convincing.”

Lucci released your wrist, and if it weren’t for Hattori thoroughly enjoying the attention you were giving him, you would have taken the opportunity to leave. You eyed him warily as he inched closer to you, looking incredibly unsure of what he was doing. Then his arms reached forward and enclosed around you in what was hands down the most stiff and awkward hug of your life.

He let go and took a couple of steps back, refusing to make eye contact with you, “There, do you feel better now?”

Your memories took you back to the time you’d scraped your knee while playing tag with Lucci when you were children. In typical little kid fashion, you were inconsolable from the minor injury. He carried you back to the orphanage and bandaged your knee himself, but didn’t know what to do when he saw that you were still upset. In a last ditch effort to get you to calm down, he’d brought you into this uncomfortable side hug while looking everywhere except for at you. The whole display was so silly looking that you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Despite everything that just transpired between you two, your heart felt warm. He hasn’t changed a bit after all. You chuckle, “No, that hug was terrible. Not to mention that now I smell like beer.”

“And whose fault is that?” His eyes narrowed at you accusingly.

“Yours for making me mad enough to throw it at you,” you laughed again at the dramatic eye roll he did in response.

“You’re the only person in the world who I would let get away with that, I hope you appreciate that,” he muttered.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” you shrugged off the comment, not putting much stock into it. The previously tense atmosphere had relaxed, but there was still some awkwardness to it. It was unavoidable really, after this much time apart you two didn’t know each other. What were you supposed to talk about? The questions you asked before went unanswered so now you didn’t know what to do.

“What are you doing in Water 7?” Lucci had mercifully been the one to break the silence.

“I just moved here. Wanted a fresh start, you know? What about you? Can you at least tell me that?”

“I’m a foreman at the Galley-La Company, have been for a few years,” he states plainly.

You’re honestly surprised to have received a real answer. You decide to push your luck and ask another question, “How come you never came back?”

Lucci took his time mulling over how to respond, “I wasn’t able to. If I could have, I would, but it wasn’t an option. I can’t tell you why, but I need you to believe me. The second I’m in a position to do so, I will tell you, but for now I simply can’t.”

“What the hell are you tied up in?” Something bad is going on here, but you’ll be damned if you have any idea what.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Well, looks like he’s done answering your questions again. At least you made some progress. The awkward silence came back, and you found yourself wanting to go home. You needed time to take all of this in and decompress.

Setting Hattori onto Lucci’s shoulder, you tell him as much, “It’s been… Interesting seeing you again, but I’m tired and want to go home.” You don’t wait for him to respond before hurrying away.

“I’ll walk you back,” Lucci closes the distance quickly and the look on his face leaves no room for argument. You suppose that’s fine. Him knowing where you live will make meeting up again later easier.

You have no idea how your relationship with him is going to evolve after this. Considering how much time has passed, it’s impossible for things to go back to how they were. Maybe you’ll be able to forge a new and improved sibling bond with him, but only time will tell.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #rob lucci #i am so embarrassed kill me

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radioactive-earthshine · 5 months

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Astro Boy: Fuhrer Zzz (1954)

Atom sure holds hands with Roberto a lot in this chapter. Yes, Atom is in a dress, he was disguised as a nurse.

No but really this is a very good chapter with great peaks and valleys all while centralizing on Atom and Roberto's friendship. It might have started with Atom seizing hold of him and throwing him in the drainage canal but it ended happily, and no one died.

#orla reads astro boy #tetsuwan atom #astro boy

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pettirosso1959 · 4 months

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LA SOLITA COMPAGNIA DI GIRO

IL FIL ROUGE CHE LEGA M5S, LA7, FATTO QUOTIDIANO

di Marco Zonetti

Andrea Scanzi (Fatto Quotidiano) ospite di Massimo Gramellini. Marco Travaglio (Direttore del Fatto Quotidiano) ospite di Fabio Fazio. Scanzi, Travaglio ma anche Peter Gomez e Antonio Padellaro (anch'essi del Fatto Quotidiano), tutti vicini al M5s e ospiti fissi nei programmi di La7.

Pochi sanno che esiste un filo rosso a legare tutti questi elementi che si chiama Beppe Caschetto.

Caschetto è il titolare della ITC 2000, agenzia di management per lo spettacolo che rappresenta anche molti giornalisti e conduttori televisivi di La7. Lilli Gruber, Giovanni Floris, Luca Telese (anch'egli vicino al M5s), Corrado Formigli sono di Caschetto. Nonché Fabio Fazio, Lucia Annunziata e Massimo Gramellini, in forza a Rai3, rete in quota M5s.

Il Fatto Quotidiano ha una branca che si chiama Loft e che produce programmi televisivi fra cui "Accordi e Disaccordi" di Andrea Scanzi; "Belve" della fidanzata di Enrico Mentana (direttore informazione di La7), Francesca Fagnani; "La confessione" di Peter Gomez e così via. Programmi che poi Loft del Fatto Quotidiano rivende al canale Nove, del quale Beppe Caschetto è una sorta di ombra grigia.

Ovviamente nulla di illecito, di irregolare, di illegale. Semplicemente, quelli che sembrano mondi paralleli che non si toccano mai, sono invece assolutamente compenetrati tramite la figura del potentissimo agente televisivo Beppe Caschetto.

A "Quelli che il calcio", Caschetto rappresenta almeno otto membri del cast fisso. A "Che tempo che fa" ne rappresenta almeno cinque (Fazio, Littizzetto, il duo Ale & Franz, Enrico Brignano, Roberto Saviano) senza contare i vari ospiti di turno della stessa scuderia, come per esempio Sabrina Ferilli o Andrea Delogu (che ora è onnipresente in Rai e conduce un programma con Stefano Massini, ospite fisso di "Piazza Pulita" condotto dal caschettiano Formigli).

Nulla di illegale, ribadisco. Ma è utile avere bene in mente questi passaggi per osservare con occhio critico e consapevole talune trasmissioni di approfondimento politico su taluni canali televisivi, per capire come mai sempre i soliti volti che propinano i soliti argomenti nei soliti salotti.

#Raitv #LaNove #Fabio Fazio #M5S #Giornalismo Italiano #Leccaculi in Tv

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transmutationisms · 11 months

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Hi this has nothing to do with Succession but do you have any book recs on Fascist Italy by any chance?

yes, but mostly in relation to science, technology, and medicine:

fascist pigs: technoscientific organisms and the history of fascism, by tiago saraiva

mussolini's nature: an environmental history of italian fascism, by marco armiero, roberta biasallo, and wilko graf von hardenberg, tr. james sievert

"fascism and italian science policy", by roberto maiocchio (ch. in 'science and power: the historical foundations of research policies in europe', ed. luca guzzetti)

fascism, aviation, and mythical modernity, by fernando esposito

a monastery for the ibex: conservation, state, and the conflict of the gran paradiso, 1919–1949, by wilko graf von hardenberg

driving modernity: technology, experts, politics, and fascist motorways, 1922–1943, by massimo moraglio

science policies and twentieth-century dictatorships: spain, italy, and argentina, ed. amparo gómez rodríguez, antonio fco. canales, and brian balmer

if you read italian i can point you a few more places as well.

#book recs

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claudiosuenaga · 27 days

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Destruição da Ponte Francis Scott Key: PROGRAMAÇÃO PREDITIVA de O Mundo Depois de Nós SE CONFIRMA!

A colossal Ponte Francis Scott Key, uma das principais pontes de Baltimore, cidade no estado de Maryland, nos Estados Unidos, desabou na madrugada de terça-feira, 26 de março, às vésperas da Páscoa cristã. A estrutura colapsou após um navio de carga ou porta-contêineres bater em um dos seus pilares. Oito pessoas caíram no Rio Patapsco, das quais duas foram resgatadas pelos bombeiros, e seis desaparecidos foram dados como mortos. Mas o que está por trás de mais esse evento bizarro? É isso que o você vai saber agora.

Por Cláudio Suenaga

O colapso da colossal ponte Francis Scott Key em Baltimore às 1h30 no horário local (2h30 no horário de Brasília) de terça-feira, 26 de março, após um navio porta-contêineres bater em um de seus pilares, foi um "ataque estratégico absolutamente brilhante" à infraestrutura crítica dos EUA – muito provavelmente cibernética – e as nossas agências de informação sabem disso. Em termos de guerra de informação, simplesmente dividiram os EUA ao longo da linha Mason-Dixon, exatamente como na Guerra Civil.

Parte da rodovia 695, artéria vital que, junto ao Porto de Baltimore, é um centro de transporte na Costa Leste dos EUA e a segunda estrada estratégica mais movimentada do país para materiais perigosos, está agora inoperante há 4-5 anos – que é o tempo que dizem que demorará para ser reconstruída.

O Porto de Baltimore foi o 17º maior do país em toneladas totais em 2021 e uma importante artéria para a movimentação de automóveis, máquinas de construção e carvão. Movimentou 52,3 milhões de toneladas de carga estrangeira no valor de quase US$ 81 bilhões em 2023, de acordo com dados de Maryland, e criou mais de 15.000 empregos.

A ponte foi construída especificamente para transportar materiais perigosos – combustível, gasóleo, gás propano, azoto, materiais altamente inflamáveis, produtos químicos e cargas de grandes dimensões que não cabem nos túneis – e esta cadeia de abastecimento está agora paralisada, o que irá enredar ainda mais as cadeias de suprimentos já estressadas.

A versão oficial divulgada

Os operadores do navio de carga Dali emitiram um chamado de socorro informando que a embarcação havia ficado sem energia momentos antes do acidente. Mas o navio ainda se dirigiu em direção ao vão "numa velocidade muito, muito rápida", disse o governador de Maryland, Wes Moore. O navio estava a 8 nós, o que equivale a aproximadamente 15 km/h. Dado o peso maciço do navio, ele atingiu o pilar da ponte com força significativa, disse Roberto Leon, professor de engenharia da Virginia Tech.

O navio, com 300 metros de comprimento, atingiu um dos pilares da ponte que tem 2,6 quilômetros de extensão. O impacto fez com que o vão se quebrasse e caísse na água em segundos. Imagens de satélite mostram o estrago:

Imagem: Maxar Technologies.

Seis trabalhadores que tapavam buracos na ponte foram dados como mortos após o acidente. Jeffrey Pritzker, vice-presidente executivo da Brawner Builders, disse que eles trabalhavam no meio do vão quando ele partiu.

O navio é propriedade da Grace Ocean Private Ltd., sediada em Singapura, que afirmou que todos os membros da tripulação, incluindo os dois pilotos, foram contabilizados e não houve relatos de ferimentos. O aviso do navio permitiu às autoridades limitar o tráfego de veículos no vão.

A filmagem mostra que o navio cargueiro nunca chegou à faixa de aproximação do canal. Você tem que estar no canal antes de entrar nessa curva. A localização foi precisa/deliberada: escolheu uma curva do rio onde você tem que desacelerar e se comprometer – uma vez que você está comprometido naquela área não há espaço suficiente para manobrar.

Deveria ter um piloto do porto para pilotar o barco. Você não deve atravessar nenhum obstáculo sem o piloto do porto...

"Eles descobriram como nos derrubar. Contanto que você fique longe das garras dos militares dos EUA, poderá destruir os EUA. Somos arrogantes e ignorantes – combinação letal. Obama disse que eles iriam mudar fundamentalmente a América e assim o fizeram. Estamos em queda livre em uma montanha-russa agora – sem freios – apenas ganhando velocidade."

O Mundo Depois de Nós

Para aqueles que assistiram no final do ano passado a live que fiz sobre o filme distópico filme Leave The World Behind, produzido pelo casal Barack e Michelle Obama, que apresenta navios de carga desembarcando em praias de toda a América, sabe exatamente o que está testemunhando agora. A guerra civil está chegando, e não apenas o filme Guerra Civil (de Alex Garland) em 12 de abril, mas a coisa real. É por isso que eles destruíram intencionalmente a Ponte Francis Scott Key em Baltimore.

Nada é coincidência!

O filme Leave the World Behind (2023) retratou os ataques rápidos e variados que colocaram a América de joelhos em poucas horas. Ele mostrou um navio de carga de nome "Leão Branco" irrompendo na praia. O nome do navio também era o nome de um dos primeiros navios a trazer judeus escravizados para a América em 1619.

Francis Scott Key (1779-1843), que deu nome à ponte, foi um juiz e poeta, nada menos do que o autor da letra do atual hino nacional dos Estados Unidos, The Star-Spangled Banner (A Bandeira Estrelada), que ele escreveu enquanto assistia ao bombardeio do Fort McHenry em 1814. Ou seja, a ponte era um símbolo da independência americana, com uma ligação direta com o hino nacional. Ainda mais interessante, o próprio Francis escravizou seis judeus, e a família de sua esposa era proeminente proprietária de escravos em Baltimore. Como advogado, Francis representou vários "senhores de escravos" em processos movidos contra escravos que fugiram.

O que é realmente interessante é que o nome do navio que derrubou a ponte se chama Dali. O nome, originário dos caucasianos georgianos, significa "deusa da caça" em sua mitologia. Também é conhecido como demônio ou deus. Não por acaso, o nome do navio que bateu na ponte é o mesmo que trouxe escravos e colonizou a América. E não é por acaso que a ponte derrubada representa o icônico hino norte-americano cantado por toda a nação.

Os EUA estão a ser postos de joelhos, aguardando a desolação total pelas suas atrocidades, uma destruição a ser levada a cabo pela semente dos maçons que erigiram esta nação.

A grande mídia e a imprensa oficial quer que você acredite que tudo foi apenas um acidente quando muito resultante de negligência ou de uma administração incompetente. Embora pareça uma ótima resposta superficial, a realidade é que o julgamento está sendo feito exatamente como nos tempos antigos.

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