#james coughlin

[melaclintbartoncorner]

Observation: There is a significant lack of Jeremy Renner characters spicy fics. I need more. 🥰💜

#jeremy renner #clint barton #jason walsh #mike mclusky #aaron cross #william brandt #james coughlin #brian gamble #william james #hansel #cory lambert #jerry pierce #ian donnelly #sergeant doyle #we need more fics

[karenlous-blog]

Jem from the town , one of my favourite bad boys, James coughlin

#jeremy renner #love him #the town #james coughlin

[jeremyleerennerdotcom]

jem hair 2009

#jeremy renner #jem #james coughlin #the town

[thousandmovieproject]

reading the ellroy biography when i should have been working

I should have gone thrifting with my day off but instead I stayed home and played with two books on the couch. There’s a newish biography of the novelist James Ellroy called Love Me Fierce in Danger by Steven Powell that I got an early copy of (thanks NetGalley!) but that was back in December, before the January release, so now I’m late to the game. Ellroy is still alive and publishing and the…

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#american tabloid #biographer #biography #blood&039;s a rover #books #cold six thousand #crime fiction #dennis lehane #james coughlin #james ellroy #l.a. confidential #literary biography #live by night #love me fierce in danger #netgalley #novelist #novels #perfidia #reading #steven powell #the big hurt #the big nowhere #the enchanters #widespread panic #writer biography

[moviesandmania]

HOW DARK THEY PREY (2022) Horror anthology preview with trailer and release news

HOW DARK THEY PREY (2022) Horror anthology preview with trailer and release news

How Dark They Prey is a 2022 American horror anthology film involving four dark tales about the haunting nature of man and the unknown from World War II to an alien investigation, finding the occult and nasty kidnapping. Directed by Jamison M. LoCascio and Adam Ambrosio (‘Encounter Nightly’ segment). Produced by Adam Ambrosio and Jamison M. LoCascio (‘Encounter Nightly’ segment). The Film…

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#2022 #Adam Ambrosio #David Johnson #horror anthology #How Dark They Prey #James M. Reilly #Jamison M. LoCascio #Marc Lubbers #movie film #Timothy Paul Jobe #Tom Coughlin #trailer

[draconikia]

muses :

in frustration and futility i have given up trying to add muses to my carrd. so i'm instead making this list which is easily editable and expandable. so i apologise for being obnoxious but <3 'tis what it 'tis.

a court of thorns and roses :

azriel || active & open || fc; avan jogia cassian || active & open || fc; dev patel rhysand altair || active & open || fc; jan uppin nesta archeron || active & open || fc; elizabeth debicki elain archeron || active & open || fc; natalia dyer feyre archeron || active & open || fc; diana silvers lucien vanserra || active & open || fc; elliot knight morrigan || secondary & selective || sharmin segal eris vanserra || secondary & selective || fc; rege-jean paul tarquin || secondary & selective || fc; kingsley ben-adir helion || secondary & selective || fc; idris elba gwyneth berdara || secondary & selective || fc; bo bragason

throne of glass :

aelin ashryver galathnius || secondary & selective || fc; rowan whitethorn || active & open || fc; henry cavill lorcan salvaterre || active & open || fc; ranveer singh elide lochan || active & open || fc; avantika vandanapu aedion ashryver || secondary & selective || fc; fenrys moonbeam || currently inactive || fc; booboo stewart dorian havilliard || active & open || fc; sebastian amoruso chaol westfall || secondary & selective || fc; jacob elordi gavriel || secondary & selective || fc;

crescent city:

orion 'hunt' athalar || active & open || fc; justin johnson cortez ruhn danaan || active & open || fc; rob raco tharion ketos || active & open || fc; kj apa prince aidas || active & open || fc; felix yee danika fendyr || secondary & selective || fc; paris jackson sofie renast || secondary & selective || fc; amber midthunder ithan holstrom || secondary & selective || fc; connor holstrom || secondary & selective || fc; bryce adeline quinlan || secondary & selective || fc; fury axatar || secondary & selective || fc;

fourth wing:

xaden riorson || active & open || fc; taylor zahkar perez tairnenach || secondary & selective || fc; hes a drago bro violet sorrengail || secondary & selective || fc; naomi scott brennan sorrengail || secondary & selective || fc; tbd ridoc gamlyn || secondary & selective || fc; tbd liam mairi || secondary & selective || fc; luke eisner

bridgerton ( book & show hybrid ):

anthony bridgerton || secondary & selective || fc; jonathan bailey colin bridgerton || secondary & selective || fc; luke newton benedict bridgerton || secondary & selective || fc; luke thompson simon basset || secondary & selective || fc; regé jean page kate sharma || secondary & selective || fc; simone ashley

from blood and ash:

casteel da'neer || secondary & selective || fc; lee soo hyuk penellaphe balfour || secondary & selective || fc; nicola coughlin kieran contou || secondary & selective || fc; ismael cruz cordóza

other literature:

cardan greenbriar || active & open || fc; hyunjin hwang

anime:

luffy d. monkey || secondary & selective || fc; iñaki godoy zorro roronoa || secondary & selective || fc; mackenyu sanji 'black leg' || secondary & selective || fc; taz skylar shanks || secondary & selective || fc; peter gadiot ace d. portgas || secondary & selective || fc; tbd gojo satoru || secondary & selective || fc; tbd megumi fushiguro || secondary & selective || fc; tbd shota aizawa || secondary & selective || fc; tbd shoto todoroki || secondary & selective || fc; tbd

television:

trevor belmont || secondary & selective || fc; fabian frankel the doctor || secondary & selective || fc; (9-12 at the moment) rose tyler || secondary & selective || fc; billie piper rory williams || secondary & selective || fc; arthur darvill amelia pond || secondary & selective || fc; karen gillan clara oswald || secondary & selective || fc; jenna coleman

marvel / dc ( comic & film hybrid ):

charles xavier || secondary & selective || fc; james mcavoy bruce wayne || secondary & selective || fc; jon hamm harley quinn || secondary & selective || fc; margot robbie the joker || secondary & selective || fc; steve rogers || secondary & selective || fc; chris evans maria rambeau || secondary & selective || fc; lashana lynch carol danvers || secondary & selective || fc; brie larson

video games:

zagreus || secondary & selective || fc; thanatos* || secondary & selective || fc; hypnos* || secondary & selective || fc; nyx* || secondary & selective || fc;

mythology:**

hades || secondary & selective || fc; persephone || secondary & selective || fc;

*the muses asterisked technically cross two categories as both mythological muses and muses who are in other media such as literature or games. but they are chiefly based in their media; the hades games by supergiant.

**mythological muses are complicated for me, i write them based on personal hcs / popular media that i've formed attachments to. as such they tend to be a conglomerate hybrid of these medias along with the original myths.

updated 4/19/24

#muse list** #important** #IM SO SORRY THIS IS A MESS BUT #long post for ts

[uss-edsall]

hot cold take

Tucker Carlson is the latest of the American trend of radio preachers like Charles Coughlin and Billy James Hargis, just with most of the christianity part dropped

[lunar-leos]

…so let me get this straight:

Lily James was LITERALLY working with Nicola Coughlin’s (Penelope Featherington’s) makeup artist yesterday in Bath (where the Featherington estate is located) and the makeup artist literally posted a picture in front of a building that looked like the Featherington estate… plus we now have confirmation that Bridgerton has started filming in Bath. and people still don’t think Lily James is playing sophie beckett??? that’s as good of a confirmation as we ever could get

#bridgerton #bridgerton season two #polin #benophie

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Quartet Sentenced To Prison For Smuggling of Gold," Windsor Star. April 20, 1943. Page 5 & 6. --- Three Get Long Terms For Offences ---- Confess to Ten Charges in Taking Highgrade Valued at $3,000 Across Border ---- Three men who confessed to conspiracy and other charges, ten in all, in the smuggling of $3,000 worth of gold to the United States were sentenced to two and a half years in Portsmouth penitentiary and a fourth to two years less a day in reformatory by Judge J. J. Coughlin in County Judges' Criminal Court late yesterday afternoon.

Those receiving the prison sentences were Sam Matijevich, 42, alias Sam Matheson of Hamilton, referred to in court as "apparently the ringleader of the whole plot" [TOP]; Marko Lekrich, 35, of 1117½ Albert road [MIDDLE], and Michael Bijlich, 41, of 775 St. Luke road [BOTTOM].

WITHDRAWN AGAINST ONE The lighter reformatory term was drawn by George Birush, 42, of 1564 Hickory road. Charges against a fifth man, Joja Pejnovick of Larder Lake, were withdrawn when Stanley L. Springsteen, K.C., special prosecutor for the Foreign Exchange Control Board, said that investigation had not linked him with the cases before the court.

After an array of charges which included illegal export of gold, illegal possession of ore, infractions of the Foreign Exchange Control Regulations and aiding and abetting in the commission of these offences, Mr. Springsteen agreed with the defence counsel, Hon. James H. Clark, K.C., M.P.P., that the charges arose from two sets of circumstances concerning shipments of gold made on December 29 last and on February 15. The men then pleaded guilty in turn.

In passing sentence, Judge Coughlin told the men he was taking into full consideration a plea by Mr. Clark that they saved the county considerable expense in court costs by readily admitting their offences.

SERIOUS CHARGE "I am taking into account the fact that you have co-operated with the crown to the extent of pleading guilty," His Honor told the four accused, as they stood at. the front of the courtroom awaiting passing of sentence.

"The fact remains, however, that the offences you have comimitted are serious. You must know that the government exacts heavy duty from gold and that when you assist in the perpetration of a crime of this kind you are committing a fraud against every man and woman in the country who has to carry the added load from his taxation."

His Honor said that he was considering the suggestion of Mr. Springsteen in giving the shorter sentence to Birush who was said to have been less lightly involved. Two of the others, Matijevich and Bijlich, had previous records. Matijevich was sentenced to 12 months definite and three indefinite in reformatory on July 12, 1940, for having gold illegally and was paroled May 20, 1941. Bijlich was given two years in Portsmouth for fraud at Sudbury December 4, 1935. Lekich and Birush were both first offenders.

In reporting details of the case to the court, Mr. Springsteen disclosed that police investigation is continuing wtih a man whom he referred to as a "Mr. Milford Blackburn" still being sought by U. S. authorities. Black- burn was alleged to have been involv- ed in making a deal for the gold shipments in Detroit.

Beyond consenting to waive their. right to be tried by a jury and plead- ing guilty, none of the men made any statement to the court and how they obtained possession of the gold re- mains unexplained. Mr. Clark told the court that some of the men had been miners, but that he had been advised that they were not so en- gaged at the time of their arrest. A plea that the sentence of the men be dated back to the time of their capture was rejected by His Honor.

DARING POLICE WORK The court case followed one of the most daring bits of police work in the annals of the border, culminating in the arrest of the four men February 15.

After they had been trailed for several weeks by R.C.M.P. and Foreign Exchange Control Board officers, the pay-off came in a rooming house on Ouellette avenue. It was then that the unhappy smugglers learned that one of their number was a United States Secret Service operative, known to them only as Bill Brown. His real name has been withheld by the authorities. It was Brown who arranged for the meeting at the Ouellette avenue address and who led his "companions" unsuspectingly into the police trap.

The actual sale of a gold "button" (the term used to describe hi-grade after it has been smelted) was permitted to take place. Two of the smugglers were allowed to leave the house after the deal had been started. They were to take the gold to the proper address in Detroit. When they arrived on the American side they were to telephone to the Ouellette avenue house and say everything was okay and then the money was to be paid over. All this went on under the eyes of officers trailing the smugglers.

The two men carrying the gold to Detroit were picked up immediately after they had passed the Canadian customs officer stating that they had nothing to declare. However, the phone call actually was made to the house by police so that no suspicions would be aroused in the minds of the remaining smugglers who were to collect for the gold. The bogus Bill Brown got the call. He turned from the phone and said: "Okay boys, everything went as planned. Here's your money. He began to count out $100 bills. This was the signal for the "pinch" and officers concealed in other rooms marched in and snapped handcuffs on the smugglers.

The smugglers had been kept under observation in downtown hotel rooms, at railway depots, in private homes and their every move recorded until just the right moment arrived when they could be apprehended with the "goods."

Staff Sergeant A. W. Anderson, R.C.M.P., his entire staff, particularly Constable Jack Townsend, worked long and arduous hours and weeks on the job. W. M. Morphet, F.E.C.B. inspector here, seldom let a day or night pass that he or one of his staff were not on the job with the officers.

The collection of the facts, the details of the final showdown and the liaison between the board and the police, kept the F.E.C.B. staff at work seven days a week and often throughout the night watching, shadowing. recording and deducing the evidence. which finally netted the haul of the four men.

VALUED AT $3,000 Total value of the gold seized was about $3,000 but the value of running down the source of the smuggling is considered to be worth much more than can be measured in a few thousands of dollars. The latest figures released by the government indicate that $3,000,000 annually is lost to Canada by the illegal export of high-grade ore from gold mines.

Police here feel that one of the most active rings has been broken or at least badly disrupted. Numerous others are under observation as a result of last February's disclosures.

[AL: All the men in the smuggling ring were Yugoslav immigrants and had worked as miners or worked near mines in Northern Ontario. Matijevich was 43, single, naturalized in 1932, and Greek Orthodox - he claimed to have 'never worked' when processed at the penitentiary. He was convict #7283 at Kingston Penitentiary and worked in the excavation crew. Lekich was 35, married, a machine operator, and had been naturalized in 1936. He was convict #7282 and worked in the blacksmith and machine shop at Kingston. Bijlich was 33 years, single, a hotel bartender and short order cook, naturalized in 1933, and had one previous penitentiary term (that he served only a year of before being paroled). He was convict #7281 and worked in the blacksmith shop with Lekish. All three men were transferred between June and August 1943 to the low security Collin's Bay Penitentiary, and were all released by late 1944 to early 1945.]

#windsor #gold smuggling #high grading #high graders #stolen ore #stealing from the company #robbing hoods #resource capitalism #resource extraction #northern ontario #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #sentenced to the penitentiary #kingston penitentiary #yugoslav immigration to canada #canada during world war 2

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Black hole eats star The universe can be a violent place. Stars die or collide with each other and black holes devour everything that gets too close. These and other events produce flashes of light in the night sky that astronomers call transients. The Zwicky Transient Facility is currently one of the largest transient surveys astronomers use to study the ever-changing universe. The survey is also a treasure trove of rare, strange, and unusual events that often astronomers discover by chance. “Our new search technique helps us to quickly identify rare cosmic events in the ZTF survey data. And since ZTF and upcoming larger surveys such as Vera Rubin’s LSST scan the sky so frequently, we can now expect to uncover a wealth of rare, or previously undiscovered cosmic events and study them in detail”, says Igor Andreoni, a postdoctoral associate in the Department of Astronomy at UMD and NASA Goddard Space Flight Center. AT2022cmc is a peculiar case of what is known as a tidal-disruption event or TDE. TDEs happen with a star approaching a black hole is violently ripped apart by the black hole’s gravitational tidal forces—similar to how the Moon pulls tides on Earth but with greater strength. Then, pieces of the star are captured into a swiftly spinning disk orbiting the black hole. Finally, the black hole consumes what remains of the doomed star in the disk. In some extremely rare cases such as AT2022cmc, the supermassive black hole launches “relativistic jets”—beams of matter traveling close to the speed of light—after destroying a star. Discovered in Feb 2022, astronomers led by Andreoni followed up AT2022cmc and observed it with multiple facilities at multiple wavelengths. The analysis is now published in the journal Nature. “The last time scientists discovered one of these jets was well over a decade ago,” said Michael Coughlin, an assistant professor of astronomy at the University of Minnesota Twin Cities and co-lead on the paper. “From the data we have, we can estimate that relativistic jets are launched in only 1% of these destructive events, making AT2022cmc an extremely rare occurrence. In fact, the luminous flash from the event is among the brightest ever observed.” The novel data-crunching method - equivalent to searching through a million pages of information every night - allowed Andreoni and colleagues to conduct a rapid analysis of the ZTF data and identify the AT2022cmc TDE with relativistic jets. They quickly started follow-up observations that revealed an exceptionally bright event across the electromagnetic spectrum, from the X-rays to the millimeter and radio. ESO’s Very Large Telescope revealed that AT2022cmc was at a cosmological distance of 8.5 billion light years away. The Hubble Space Telescope optical/infrared images and radio observations from the Very Large Array pinpointed the location of AT2022cmc with extreme precision. The researchers believe that AT2022cmc was at the center of a galaxy that is not yet visible because the light from AT2022cmc outshone it, but future space observations with Hubble or James Webb Space Telescopes may unveil the galaxy when the transient eventually disappears. It is still a mystery why some TDEs launch jets while others may not. From their observations, Andreoni and his team concluded that the black holes in AT2022cmc and other similarly jetted TDEs are likely spinning rapidly so as to power the extremely luminous jets. This suggests that a rapid black hole spin may be one necessary ingredient for jet launching—an idea that brings researchers closer to understanding the physics of supermassive black holes at the center of galaxies billions of light years away. Before AT2022cmc, only a couple of possible jetted TDEs were known, primarily discovered by gamma-ray space missions, which detect the highest-energy forms of radiation produced by these jets. With their new method, astronomers can now search for such rare events in ground-based optical surveys. “Astronomy is changing rapidly,” Andreoni said. “More optical and infrared all-sky surveys are now active or will soon come online. Scientists can use AT2022cmc as a model for what to look for and find more disruptive events from distant black holes. This means that more than ever, big data mining is an important tool to advance our knowledge of the universe.” The paper, “A very luminous jet from the disruption of a star by a massive black hole,” is published in Nature on November 30, 2022. IMAGE....A black hole devours a star that has come too close. In very rare circumstances, this may also result in jets moving with almost the speed of light that generate light observed by our telescopes at many frequencies. AT2022cmc is the most distant such event recorded to date. CREDIT Zwicky Transient Facility/R. Hurt (Caltech/IPAC)

#space #science #Astronomy #physics #news #Black Hole

[hellsitesonlybookclub]

It Can't Happen Here, Sinclair Lewis

Chapter 15-16

CHAPTER XV

USUALLY I'm pretty mild, in fact many of my friends are kind enough to call it "Folksy," when I'm writing or speechifying. My ambition is to "live by the side of the road and be a friend to man." But I hope that none of the gentlemen who have honored me with their enmity think for one single moment that when I run into a gross enough public evil or a persistent enough detractor, I can't get up on my hind legs and make a sound like a two-tailed grizzly in April. So right at the start of this account of my ten-year fight with them, as private citizen, State Senator, and U. S. Senator, let me say that the Sangfrey River Light, Power, and Fuel Corporation are—and I invite a suit for libel—the meanest, lowest, cowardliest gang of yellow-livered, back-slapping, hypocritical gun-toters, bomb-throwers, ballot-stealers, ledger-fakers, givers of bribes, suborners of perjury, scab-hirers, and general lowdown crooks, liars, and swindlers that ever tried to do an honest servant of the People out of an election—not but what I have always succeeded in licking them, so that my indignation at these homicidal kleptomaniacs is not personal but entirely on behalf of the general public.

Zero Hour, Berzelius Windrip

ON Wednesday, January 6, 1937, just a fortnight before his inauguration, President-Elect Windrip announced his appointments of cabinet members and of diplomats.

Secretary of State: his former secretary and press-agent, Lee Sarason, who also took the position of High Marshal, or Commander-in-Chief, of the Minute Men, which organization was to be established permanently, as an innocent marching club.

Secretary of the Treasury: one Webster R. Skittle, president of the prosperous Fur & Hide National Bank of St. Louis—Mr. Skittle had once been indicted on a charge of defrauding the government on his income tax, but he had been acquitted, more or less, and during the campaign, he was said to have taken a convincing way of showing his faith in Buzz Windrip as the Savior of the Forgotten Men.

Secretary of War: Colonel Osceola Luthorne, formerly editor of the Topeka (Kans.) Argus, and the Fancy Goods and Novelties Gazette; more recently high in real estate. His title came from his position on the honorary staff of the Governor of Tennessee. He had long been a friend and fellow campaigner of Windrip.

It was a universal regret that Bishop Paul Peter Prang should have refused the appointment as Secretary of War, with a letter in which he called Windrip "My dear Friend and Collaborator" and asserted that he had actually meant it when he had said he desired no office. Later, it was a similar regret when Father Coughlin refused the Ambassadorship to Mexico, with no letter at all but only a telegram cryptically stating, "Just six months too late."

A new cabinet position, that of Secretary of Education and Public Relations, was created. Not for months would Congress investigate the legality of such a creation, but meantime the new post was brilliantly held by Hector Macgoblin, M.D., Ph.D., Hon. Litt.D.

Senator Porkwood graced the position of Attorney General, and all the other offices were acceptably filled by men who, though they had roundly supported Windrip's almost socialistic projects for the distribution of excessive fortunes, were yet known to be thoroughly sensible men, and no fanatics.

It was said, though Doremus Jessup could never prove it, that Windrip learned from Lee Sarason the Spanish custom of getting rid of embarrassing friends and enemies by appointing them to posts abroad, preferably quite far abroad. Anyway, as Ambassador to Brazil, Windrip appointed Herbert Hoover, who not very enthusiastically accepted; as Ambassador to Germany, Senator Borah; as Governor of the Philippines, Senator Robert La Follette, who refused; and as Ambassadors to the Court of St. James's, France, and Russia, none other than Upton Sinclair, Milo Reno, and Senator Bilbo of Mississippi.

These three had a fine time. Mr. Sinclair pleased the British by taking so friendly an interest in their politics that he openly campaigned for the Independent Labor Party and issued a lively brochure called "I, Upton Sinclair, Prove That Prime-Minister Walter Elliot, Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden, and First Lord of the Admiralty Nancy Astor Are All Liars and Have Refused to Accept My Freely Offered Advice." Mr. Sinclair also aroused considerable interest in British domestic circles by advocating an act of Parliament forbidding the wearing of evening clothes and all hunting of foxes except with shotguns; and on the occasion of his official reception at Buckingham Palace, he warmly invited King George and Queen Mary to come and live in California.

Mr. Milo Reno, insurance salesman and former president of the National Farm Holiday Association, whom all the French royalists compared to his great predecessor, Benjamin Franklin, for forthrightness, became the greatest social favorite in the international circles of Paris, the Basses-Pyrénées, and the Riviera, and was once photographed playing tennis at Antibes with the Duc de Tropez, Lord Rothermere, and Dr. Rudolph Hess.

Senator Bilbo had, possibly, the best time of all.

Stalin asked his advice, as based on his ripe experience in the Gleichshaltung of Mississippi, about the cultural organization of the somewhat backward natives of Tadjikistan, and so valuable did it prove that Excellency Bilbo was invited to review the Moscow military celebration, the following November seventh, in the same stand with the very highest class of representatives of the classless state. It was a triumph for His Excellency. Generalissimo Voroshilov fainted after 200,000 Soviet troops, 7000 tanks, and 9000 aeroplanes had passed by; Stalin had to be carried home after reviewing 317,000; but Ambassador Bilbo was there in the stand when the very last of the 626,000 soldiers had gone by, all of them saluting him under the quite erroneous impression that he was the Chinese Ambassador; and he was still tirelessly returning their salutes, fourteen to the minute, and softly singing with them the "International."

He was less of a hit later, however, when to the unsmiling Anglo-American Association of Exiles to Soviet Russia from Imperialism, he sang to the tune of the "International" what he regarded as amusing private words of his own:

"Arise, ye prisoners of starvation, From Russia make your getaway. They all are rich in Bilbo's nation. God bless the U.S.A.!"

Mrs. Adelaide Tarr Gimmitch, after her spirited campaign for Mr. Windrip, was publicly angry that she was offered no position higher than a post in the customs office in Nome, Alaska, though this was offered to her very urgently indeed. She had demanded that there be created, especially for her, the cabinet position of Secretaryess of Domestic Science, Child Welfare, and Anti-Vice. She threatened to turn Jeffersonian, Republican, or Communistic, but in April she was heard of in Hollywood, writing the scenario for a giant picture to be called, They Did It in Greece.

As an insult and boy-from-home joke, the President-Elect appointed Franklin D. Roosevelt minister to Liberia. Mr. Roosevelt's opponents laughed very much, and opposition newspapers did cartoons of him sitting unhappily in a grass hut with a sign on which "N.R.A." had been crossed out and "U.S.A." substituted. But Mr. Roosevelt declined with so amiable a smile that the joke seemed rather to have slipped.

The followers of President Windrip trumpeted that it was significant that he should be the first president inaugurated not on March fourth, but on January twentieth, according to the provision of the new Twentieth Amendment to the Constitution. It was a sign straight from Heaven (though, actually, Heaven had not been the author of the amendment, but Senator George W. Norris of Nebraska), and proved that Windrip was starting a new paradise on earth.

The inauguration was turbulent. President Roosevelt declined to be present—he politely suggested that he was about half ill unto death, but that same noon he was seen in a New York shop, buying books on gardening and looking abnormally cheerful.

More than a thousand reporters, photographers, and radio men covered the inauguration. Twenty-seven constituents of Senator Porkwood, of all sexes, had to sleep on the floor of the Senator's office, and a hall-bedroom in the suburb of Bladensburg rented for thirty dollars for two nights. The presidents of Brazil, the Argentine, and Chile flew to the inauguration in a Pan-American aeroplane, and Japan sent seven hundred students on a special train from Seattle.

A motor company in Detroit had presented to Windrip a limousine with armor plate, bulletproof glass, a hidden nickel-steel safe for papers, a concealed private bar, and upholstery made from the Troissant tapestries of 1670. But Buzz chose to drive from his home to the Capitol in his old Hupmobile sedan, and his driver was a youngster from his home town whose notion of a uniform for state occasions was a blue-serge suit, red tie, and derby hat. Windrip himself did wear a topper, but he saw to it that Lee Sarason saw to it that the one hundred and thirty million plain citizens learned, by radio, even while the inaugural parade was going on, that he had borrowed the topper for this one sole occasion from a New York Republican Representative who had ancestors.

But following Windrip was an un-Jacksonian escort of soldiers: the American Legion and, immensely grander than the others, the Minute Men, wearing trench helmets of polished silver and led by Colonel Dewey Haik in scarlet tunic and yellow riding-breeches and helmet with golden plumes.

Solemnly, for once looking a little awed, a little like a small-town boy on Broadway, Windrip took the oath, administered by the Chief Justice (who disliked him very much indeed) and, edging even closer to the microphone, squawked, "My fellow citizens, as the President of the United States of America, I want to inform you that the real New Deal has started right this minute, and we're all going to enjoy the manifold liberties to which our history entitles us—and have a whale of a good time doing it! I thank you!"

That was his first act as President. His second was to take up residence in the White House, where he sat down in the East Room in his stocking feet and shouted at Lee Sarason, "This is what I've been planning to do now for six years! I bet this is what Lincoln used to do! Now let 'em assassinate me!"

His third, in his role as Commander-in-Chief of the Army, was to order that the Minute Men be recognized as an unpaid but official auxiliary of the Regular Army, subject only to their own officers, to Buzz, and to High Marshal Sarason; and that rifles, bayonets, automatic pistols, and machine guns be instantly issued to them by government arsenals. That was at 4 P.M. Since 3 P.M., all over the country, bands of M.M.'s had been sitting gloating over pistols and guns, twitching with desire to seize them.

Fourth coup was a special message, next morning, to Congress (in session since January fourth, the third having been a Sunday), demanding the instant passage of a bill embodying Point Fifteen of his election platform—that he should have complete control of legislation and execution, and the Supreme Court be rendered incapable of blocking anything that it might amuse him to do.

By Joint Resolution, with less than half an hour of debate, both houses of Congress rejected that demand before 3 P.M., on January twenty-first. Before six, the President had proclaimed that a state of martial law existed during the "present crisis," and more than a hundred Congressmen had been arrested by Minute Men, on direct orders from the President. The Congressmen who were hotheaded enough to resist were cynically charged with "inciting to riot"; they who went quietly were not charged at all. It was blandly explained to the agitated press by Lee Sarason that these latter quiet lads had been so threatened by "irresponsible and seditious elements" that they were merely being safeguarded. Sarason did not use the phrase "protective arrest," which might have suggested things.

To the veteran reporters it was strange to see the titular Secretary of State, theoretically a person of such dignity and consequence that he could deal with the representatives of foreign powers, acting as press-agent and yes-man for even the President.

There were riots, instantly, all over Washington, all over America.

The recalcitrant Congressmen had been penned in the District Jail. Toward it, in the winter evening, marched a mob that was noisily mutinous toward the Windrip for whom so many of them had voted. Among the mob buzzed hundreds of Negroes, armed with knives and old pistols, for one of the kidnaped Congressmen was a Negro from Georgia, the first colored Georgian to hold high office since carpetbagger days.

Surrounding the jail, behind machine guns, the rebels found a few Regulars, many police, and a horde of Minute Men, but at these last they jeered, calling them "Minnie Mouses" and "tin soldiers" and "mama's boys." The M.M.'s looked nervously at their officers and at the Regulars who were making so professional a pretense of not being scared. The mob heaved bottles and dead fish. Half-a-dozen policemen with guns and night sticks, trying to push back the van of the mob, were buried under a human surf and came up grotesquely battered and ununiformed—those who ever did come up again. There were two shots; and one Minute Man slumped to the jail steps, another stood ludicrously holding a wrist that spurted blood.

The Minute Men—why, they said to themselves, they'd never meant to be soldiers anyway—just wanted to have some fun marching! They began to sneak into the edges of the mob, hiding their uniform caps. That instant, from a powerful loudspeaker in a lower window of the jail brayed the voice of President Berzelius Windrip:

"I am addressing my own boys, the Minute Men, everywhere in America! To you and you only I look for help to make America a proud, rich land again. You have been scorned. They thought you were the 'lower classes.' They wouldn't give you jobs. They told you to sneak off like bums and get relief. They ordered you into lousy C.C.C. camps. They said you were no good, because you were poor. I tell you that you are, ever since yesterday noon, the highest lords of the land—the aristocracy—the makers of the new America of freedom and justice. Boys! I need you! Help me—help me to help you! Stand fast! Anybody tries to block you—give the swine the point of your bayonet!"

A machine-gunner M.M., who had listened reverently, let loose. The mob began to drop, and into the backs of the wounded as they went staggering away the M.M. infantry, running, poked their bayonets. Such a juicy squash it made, and the fugitives looked so amazed, so funny, as they tumbled in grotesque heaps!

The M.M.'s hadn't, in dreary hours of bayonet drill, known this would be such sport. They'd have more of it now—and hadn't the President of the United States himself told each of them, personally, that he needed their aid?

When the remnants of Congress ventured to the Capitol, they found it seeded with M.M.'s, while a regiment of Regulars, under Major General Meinecke, paraded the grounds.

The Speaker of the House, and the Hon. Mr. Perley Beecroft, Vice- President of the United States and Presiding Officer of the Senate, had the power to declare that quorums were present. (If a lot of members chose to dally in the district jail, enjoying themselves instead of attending Congress, whose fault was that?) Both houses passed a resolution declaring Point Fifteen temporarily in effect, during the "crisis"—the legality of the passage was doubtful, but just who was to contest it, even though the members of the Supreme Court had not been placed under protective arrest... merely confined each to his own house by a squad of Minute Men!

Bishop Paul Peter Prang had (his friends said afterward) been dismayed by Windrip's stroke of state. Surely, he complained, Mr. Windrip hadn't quite remembered to include Christian Amity in the program he had taken from the League of Forgotten Men. Though Mr. Prang had contentedly given up broadcasting ever since the victory of Justice and Fraternity in the person of Berzelius Windrip, he wanted to caution the public again, but when he telephoned to his familiar station, WLFM in Chicago, the manager informed him that "just temporarily, all access to the air was forbidden," except as it was especially licensed by the offices of Lee Sarason. (Oh, that was only one of sixteen jobs that Lee and his six hundred new assistants had taken on in the past week.)

Rather timorously, Bishop Prang motored from his home in Persepolis, Indiana, to the Indianapolis airport and took a night plane for Washington, to reprove, perhaps even playfully to spank, his naughty disciple, Buzz.

He had little trouble in being admitted to see the President. In fact, he was, the press feverishly reported, at the White House for six hours, though whether he was with the President all that time they could not discover. At three in the afternoon Prang was seen to leave by a private entrance to the executive offices and take a taxi. They noted that he was pale and staggering.

In front of his hotel he was elbowed by a mob who in curiously unmenacing and mechanical tones yelped, "Lynch um—downutha enemies Windrip!" A dozen M.M.'s pierced the crowd and surrounded the Bishop. The Ensign commanding them bellowed to the crowd, so that all might hear, "You cowards leave the Bishop alone! Bishop, come with us, and we'll see you're safe!"

Millions heard on their radios that evening the official announcement that, to ward off mysterious plotters, probably Bolsheviks, Bishop Prang had been safely shielded in the district jail. And with it a personal statement from President Windrip that he was filled with joy at having been able to "rescue from the foul agitators my friend and mentor, Bishop P. P. Prang, than whom there is no man living who I so admire and respect."

There was, as yet, no absolute censorship of the press; only a confused imprisonment of journalists who offended the government or local officers of the M.M.'s; and the papers chronically opposed to Windrip carried by no means flattering hints that Bishop Prang had rebuked the President and been plain jailed, with no nonsense about a "rescue." These mutters reached Persepolis.

Not all the Persepolitans ached with love for the Bishop or considered him a modern St. Francis gathering up the little fowls of the fields in his handsome LaSalle car. There were neighbors who hinted that he was a window-peeping snooper after bootleggers and obliging grass widows. But proud of him, their best advertisement, they certainly were, and the Persepolis Chamber of Commerce had caused to be erected at the Eastern gateway to Main Street the sign: "Home of Bishop Prang, Radio's Greatest Star."

So as one man Persepolis telegraphed to Washington, demanding Prang's release, but a messenger in the Executive Offices who was a Persepolis boy (he was, it is true, a colored man, but suddenly he became a favorite son, lovingly remembered by old schoolmates) tipped off the Mayor that the telegrams were among the hundredweight of messages that were daily hauled away from the White House unanswered.

Then a quarter of the citizenry of Persepolis mounted a special train to "march" on Washington. It was one of those small incidents which the opposition press could use as a bomb under Windrip, and the train was accompanied by a score of high-ranking reporters from Chicago and, later, from Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and New York.

While the train was on its way—and it was curious what delays and sidetrackings it encountered—a company of Minute Men at Logansport, Indiana, rebelled against having to arrest a group of Catholic nuns who were accused of having taught treasonably. High Marshal Sarason felt that there must be a Lesson, early and impressive. A battalion of M.M.'s, sent from Chicago in fast trucks, arrested the mutinous company, and shot every third man.

When the Persepolitans reached Washington, they were tearfully informed, by a brigadier of M.M.'s who met them at the Union Station, that poor Bishop Prang had been so shocked by the treason of his fellow Indianans that he had gone melancholy mad and they had tragically been compelled to shut him up in St. Elizabeth's government insane asylum.

No one willing to carry news about him ever saw Bishop Prang again.

The Brigadier brought greetings to the Persepolitans from the President himself, and an invitation to stay at the Willard, at government expense. Only a dozen accepted; the rest took the first train back, not amiably; and from then on there was one town in America in which no M.M. ever dared to appear in his ducky forage cap and dark-blue tunic.

The Chief of Staff of the Regular Army had been deposed; in his place was Major General Emmanuel Coon. Doremus and his like were disappointed by General Coon's acceptance, for they had always been informed, even by the Nation, that Emmanuel Coon, though a professional army officer who did enjoy a fight, preferred that that fight be on the side of the Lord; that he was generous, literate, just, and a man of honor—and honor was the one quality that Buzz Windrip wasn't even expected to understand. Rumor said that Coon (as "Nordic" a Kentuckian as ever existed, a descendant of men who had fought beside Kit Carson and Commodore Perry) was particularly impatient with the puerility of anti-Semitism, and that nothing so pleased him as, when he heard new acquaintances being superior about the Jews, to snarl, "Did you by any chance happen to notice that my name is Emmanuel Coon and that Coon might be a corruption of some name rather familiar on the East Side of New York?"

"Oh well, I suppose even General Coon feels, 'Orders are Orders,'" sighed Doremus.

President Windrip's first extended proclamation to the country was a pretty piece of literature and of tenderness. He explained that powerful and secret enemies of American principles—one rather gathered that they were a combination of Wall Street and Soviet Russia—upon discovering, to their fury, that he, Berzelius, was going to be President, had planned their last charge. Everything would be tranquil in a few months, but meantime there was a Crisis, during which the country must "bear with him."

He recalled the military dictatorship of Lincoln and Stanton during the Civil War, when civilian suspects were arrested without warrant. He hinted how delightful everything was going to be— right away now—just a moment—just a moment's patience—when he had things in hand; and he wound up with a comparison of the Crisis to the urgency of a fireman rescuing a pretty girl from a "conflagration," and carrying her down a ladder, for her own sake, whether she liked it or not, and no matter how appealingly she might kick her pretty ankles.

The whole country laughed.

"Great card, that Buzz, but mighty competent guy," said the electorate.

"I should worry whether Bish Prang or any other nut is in the boobyhatch, long as I get my five thousand bucks a year, like Windrip promised," said Shad Ledue to Charley Betts, the furniture man.

It had all happened within the eight days following Windrip's inauguration.

CHAPTER XVI

I HAVE no desire to be President. I would much rather do my humble best as a supporter of Bishop Prang, Ted Bilbo, Gene Talmadge or any other broad-gauged but peppy Liberal. My only longing is to Serve.

Zero Hour, Berzelius Windrip.

LIKE many bachelors given to vigorous hunting and riding, Buck Titus was a fastidious housekeeper, and his mid-Victorian farmhouse fussily neat. It was also pleasantly bare: the living room a monastic hall of heavy oak chairs, tables free of dainty covers, numerous and rather solemn books of history and exploration, with the conventional "sets," and a tremendous fireplace of rough stone. And the ash trays were solid pottery and pewter, able to cope with a whole evening of cigarette-smoking. The whisky stood honestly on the oak buffet, with siphons, and with cracked ice always ready in a thermos jug.

It would, however, have been too much to expect Buck Titus not to have red-and-black imitation English hunting-prints.

This hermitage, always grateful to Doremus, was sanctuary now, and only with Buck could he adequately damn Windrip & Co. and people like Francis Tasbrough, who in February was still saying, "Yes, things do look kind of hectic down there in Washington, but that's just because there's so many of these bullheaded politicians that still think they can buck Windrip. Besides, anyway, things like that couldn't ever happen here in New England."

And, indeed, as Doremus went on his lawful occasions past the red-brick Georgian houses, the slender spires of old white churches facing the Green, as he heard the lazy irony of familiar greetings from his acquaintances, men as enduring as their Vermont hills, it seemed to him that the madness in the capital was as alien and distant and unimportant as an earthquake in Tibet.

Constantly, in the Informer, he criticized the government but not too acidly.

The hysteria can't last; be patient, and wait and see, he counseled his readers.

It was not that he was afraid of the authorities. He simply did not believe that this comic tyranny could endure. It can't happen here, said even Doremus—even now.

The one thing that most perplexed him was that there could be a dictator seemingly so different from the fervent Hitlers and gesticulating Fascists and the Cæsars with laurels round bald domes; a dictator with something of the earthy American sense of humor of a Mark Twain, a George Ade, a Will Rogers, an Artemus Ward. Windrip could be ever so funny about solemn jaw-drooping opponents, and about the best method of training what he called "a Siamese flea hound." Did that, puzzled Doremus, make him less or more dangerous?

Then he remembered the most cruel-mad of all pirates, Sir Henry Morgan, who had thought it ever so funny to sew a victim up in wet rawhide and watch it shrink in the sun.

From the perseverance with which they bickered, you could tell that Buck Titus and Lorinda were much fonder of each other than they would admit. Being a person who read little and therefore took what he did read seriously, Buck was distressed by the normally studious Lorinda's vacation liking for novels about distressed princesses, and when she airily insisted that they were better guides to conduct than Anthony Trollope or Thomas Hardy, Buck roared at her and, in the feebleness of baited strength, nervously filled pipes and knocked them out against the stone mantel. But he approved of the relationship between Doremus and Lorinda, which only he (and Shad Ledue!) had guessed, and over Doremus, ten years his senior, this shaggy-headed woodsman fussed like a thwarted spinster.

To both Doremus and Lorinda, Buck's overgrown shack became their refuge. And they needed it, late in February, five weeks or thereabouts after Windrip's election.

Despite strikes and riots all over the country, bloodily put down by the Minute Men, Windrip's power in Washington was maintained. The most liberal four members of the Supreme Court resigned and were replaced by surprisingly unknown lawyers who called President Windrip by his first name. A number of Congressmen were still being "protected" in the District of Columbia jail; others had seen the blinding light forever shed by the goddess Reason and happily returned to the Capitol. The Minute Men were increasingly loyal— they were still unpaid volunteers, but provided with "expense accounts" considerably larger than the pay of the regular troops. Never in American history had the adherents of a President been so well satisfied; they were not only appointed to whatever political jobs there were but to ever so many that really were not; and with such annoyances as Congressional Investigations hushed, the official awarders of contracts were on the merriest of terms with all contractors.... One veteran lobbyist for steel corporations complained that there was no more sport in his hunting—you were not only allowed but expected to shoot all government purchasing-agents sitting.

None of the changes was so publicized as the Presidential mandate abruptly ending the separate existence of the different states, and dividing the whole country into eight "provinces"—thus, asserted Windrip, economizing by reducing the number of governors and all other state officers and, asserted Windrip's enemies, better enabling him to concentrate his private army and hold the country.

The new "Northeastern Province" included all of New York State north of a line through Ossining, and all of New England except a strip of Connecticut shore as far east as New Haven. This was, Doremus admitted, a natural and homogeneous division, and even more natural seemed the urban and industrial "Metropolitan Province," which included Greater New York, Westchester County up to Ossining, Long Island, the strip of Connecticut dependent on New York City, New Jersey, northern Delaware, and Pennsylvania as far as Reading and Scranton.

Each province was divided into numbered districts, each district into lettered counties, each county into townships and cities, and only in these last did the old names, with their traditional appeal, remain to endanger President Windrip by memories of honorable local history. And it was gossiped that, next, the government would change even the town names—that they were already thinking fondly of calling New York "Berzelian" and San Francisco "San Sarason." Probably that gossip was false.

The Northeastern Province's six districts were: 1, Upper New York State west of and including Syracuse; 2, New York east of it; 3, Vermont and New Hampshire; 4, Maine; 5, Massachusetts; 6, Rhode Island and the unraped portion of Connecticut.

District 3, Doremus Jessup's district, was divided into the four "counties" of southern and northern Vermont, and southern and northern New Hampshire, with Hanover for capital—the District Commissioner merely chased the Dartmouth students out and took over the college buildings for his offices, to the considerable approval of Amherst, Williams, and Yale.

So Doremus was living, now, in Northeastern Province, District 3, County B, township of Beulah, and over him for his admiration and rejoicing were a provincial commissioner, a district commissioner, a county commissioner, an assistant county commissioner in charge of Beulah Township, and all their appertaining M.M. guards and emergency military judges.

Citizens who had lived in any one state for more than ten years seemed to resent more hotly the loss of that state's identity than they did the castration of the Congress and Supreme Court of the United States—indeed, they resented it almost as much as the fact that, while late January, February, and most of March went by, they still were not receiving their governmental gifts of $5000 (or perhaps it would beautifully be $10,000) apiece; had indeed received nothing more than cheery bulletins from Washington to the effect that the "Capital Levy Board," or C.L.B. was holding sessions.

Virginians whose grandfathers had fought beside Lee shouted that they'd be damned if they'd give up the hallowed state name and form just one arbitrary section of an administrative unit containing eleven Southern states; San Franciscans who had considered Los Angelinos even worse than denizens of Miami now wailed with agony when California was sundered and the northern portion lumped in with Oregon, Nevada, and others as the "Mountain and Pacific Province," while southern California was, without her permission, assigned to the Southwestern Province, along with Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, and Hawaii. As some hint of Buzz Windrip's vision for the future, it was interesting to read that this Southwestern Province was also to be permitted to claim "all portions of Mexico which the United States may from time to time find it necessary to take over, as a protection against the notorious treachery of Mexico and the Jewish plots there hatched."

"Lee Sarason is even more generous than Hitler and Alfred Rosenberg in protecting the future of other countries," sighed Doremus.

As Provincial Commissioner of the Northeastern Province, comprising Upper New York State and New England, was appointed Colonel Dewey Haik, that soldier-lawyer-politician-aviator who was the chilliest-blooded and most arrogant of all the satellites of Windrip yet had so captivated miners and fishermen during the campaign. He was a strong-flying eagle who liked his meat bloody. As District Commissioner of District 3—Vermont and New Hampshire—appeared, to Doremus's mingled derision and fury, none other than John Sullivan Reek, that stuffiest of stuffed-shirts, that most gaseous gas bag, that most amenable machine politician of Northern New England; a Republican ex-governor who had, in the alembic of Windrip's patriotism, rosily turned Leaguer.

No one had ever troubled to be obsequious to the Hon. J. S. Reek, even when he had been Governor. The weediest back-country Representative had called him "Johnny," in the gubernatorial mansion (twelve rooms and a leaky roof); and the youngest reporter had bawled, "Well, what bull you handing out today, Ex?"

It was this Commissioner Reek who summoned all the editors in his district to meet him at his new viceregal lodge in Dartmouth Library and receive the precious privileged information as to how much President Windrip and his subordinate commissioners admired the gentlemen of the press.

Before he left for the press conference in Hanover, Doremus received from Sissy a "poem"—at least she called it that—which Buck Titus, Lorinda Pike, Julian Falck, and she had painfully composed, late at night, in Buck's fortified manor house:

Be meek with Reek, Go fake with Haik. One rhymes with sneak, And t' other with snake. Haik, with his beak, Is on the make, But Sullivan Reek— Oh God!

"Well, anyway, Windrip's put everybody to work. And he's driven all these unsightly billboards off the highways—much better for the tourist trade," said all the old editors, even those who wondered if the President wasn't perhaps the least bit arbitrary.

As he drove to Hanover, Doremus saw hundreds of huge billboards by the road. But they bore only Windrip propaganda and underneath, "with the compliments of a loyal firm" and—very large—"Montgomery Cigarettes" or "Jonquil Foot Soap." On the short walk from a parking-space to the former Dartmouth campus, three several men muttered to him, "Give us a nickel for cuppa coffee, Boss—a Minnie Mouse has got my job and the Mouses won't take me—they say I'm too old." But that may have been propaganda from Moscow.

On the long porch of the Hanover Inn, officers of the Minute Men were reclining in deck chairs, their spurred boots (in all the M.M. organization there was no cavalry) up on the railing.

Doremus passed a science building in front of which was a pile of broken laboratory glassware, and in one stripped laboratory he could see a small squad of M.M.'s drilling.

District Commissioner John Sullivan Reek affectionately received the editors in a classroom.... Old men, used to being revered as prophets, sitting anxiously in trifling chairs, facing a fat man in the uniform of an M.M. commander, who smoked an unmilitary cigar as his pulpy hand waved greeting.

Reek took not more than an hour to relate what would have taken the most intelligent man five or six hours—that is, five minutes of speech and the rest of the five hours to recover from the nausea caused by having to utter such shameless rot.... President Windrip, Secretary of State Sarason, Provincial Commissioner Haik, and himself, John Sullivan Reek, they were all being misrepresented by the Republicans, the Jeffersonians, the Communists, England, the Nazis, and probably the jute and herring industries; and what the government wanted was for any reporter to call on any member of this Administration, and especially on Commissioner Reek, at any time—except perhaps between 3 and 7 A.M.—and "get the real low-down."

Excellency Reek announced, then: "And now, gentlemen, I am giving myself the privilege of introducing you to all four of the County Commissioners, who were just chosen yesterday. Probably each of you will know personally the commissioner from your own county, but I want you to intimately and cooperatively know all four, because, whomever they may be, they join with me in my unquenchable admiration of the press."

The four County Commissioners, as one by one they shambled into the room and were introduced, seemed to Doremus an oddish lot: A moth-eaten lawyer known more for his quotations from Shakespeare and Robert W. Service than for his shrewdness before a jury. He was luminously bald except for a prickle of faded rusty hair, but you felt that, if he had his rights, he would have the floating locks of a tragedian of 1890.

A battling clergyman famed for raiding roadhouses.

A rather shy workman, an authentic proletarian, who seemed surprised to find himself there. (He was replaced, a month later, by a popular osteopath with an interest in politics and vegetarianism.)

The fourth dignitary to come in and affectionately bow to the editors, a bulky man, formidable-looking in his uniform as a battalion leader of Minute Men, introduced as the Commissioner for northern Vermont, Doremus Jessup's county, was Mr. Oscar Ledue, formerly known as "Shad."

Mr. Reek called him "Captain" Ledue. Doremus remembered that Shad's only military service, prior to Windrip's election, had been as an A.E.F. private who had never got beyond a training-camp in America and whose fiercest experience in battle had been licking a corporal when in liquor.

"Mr. Jessup," bubbled the Hon. Mr. Reek, "I imagine you must have met Captain Ledue—comes from your charming city."

"Uh-uh-ur," said Doremus.

"Sure," said Captain Ledue. "I've met old Jessup, all right, all right! He don't know what it's all about. He don't know the first thing about the economics of our social Revolution. He's a Cho-vinis. But he isn't such a bad old coot, and I'll let him ride as long as he behaves himself!"

"Splendid!" said the Hon. Mr. Reek.

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Brandon Steiner’s CollectibleXchange Acquires StarStock Trading Card Marketplace

CollectibleXchange.com by Brandon Steiner has acquired StarStock.com – a marketplace for sports card collectors to buy, sell, and invest in their favorite sports cards –it was announced today by Steiner and StarStock.com founder Scott Greenberg.

StarStock houses more than 1.3 million sports trading cards including superstars from every sport and league – from Aaron Judge and Shohei Ohtani to LeBron James and Nikola Jokic to Patrick Mahomes and Aaron Rodgers.

There’s a card for every budget, with prices ranging from as little as $1 to 10’s of thousands of dollars.

Through today’s technology, StarStock provides a one-of-a-kind user experience, low fees, and rapid speed for every transaction. StarStock stores each individual collection in a centralized vault and issues a digital version of the card inside each person’s StarStock portfolio, allowing users to trade players instantaneously, at scale, and at a substantially lower transaction cost than other markets.

The cards are put into a digital collection stored in a vault, where owners can go into the collection and list for a specific price. Once a card sells, ownership immediately changes hands and the buyer can have the card shipped, or keep it in the vault

"Our goal is to help service collectors with a white glove device. We will help them organize, store (vault), grade and evaluate for collectors to buy and sell cards," said Steiner.

"Too many card collectors are confused with the market. added Steiner. "StarStock will help them to understand what to do with their cards."

Steiner, who revolutionized the sports memorabilia and collectibles industry during 32 years as founder of Steiner Sports Marketing and Memorabilia, transitioned from that company to transform the industry again with the 2019 launch of CollectibleXchange.com, giving the advantage to the buyers and sellers of collectibles, and for athletes to sell product directly to fans.

CollectibleXchange now has over 150,000 pieces of memorabilia in stock, not to mention collectibles in regularly scheduled auctions. “The ‘BidCx’ platform has really taken off, and now we’ll be adding trading cards to our auction platform,” said Steiner.

In this unique marketplace community, an individual – from the avid collector to athletes to a one-time owner of a piece – to buy and sell at the best price.

The website allows both collectors and athletes to set their own price on one-of-a-kind memorabilia or an entire collection – to sell individually to buyers or at auction. Steiner and his team will authenticate and determine the value of each collectible.

In April 2021, as part of CollectibleXchange.com, Steiner launched Athletedirect.com, with a plethora of champion players and coaches – from New York Rangers Stanley Cup icons Mark Messier and Mike Richter to Football Giants Super Bowl legends Tom Coughlin and Mark Bavaro to women’s basketball greats Sue Bird and Nancy Lieberman to Yankees World Series champs Aaron Boone and Willie Randolph to college coaches Lou Holtz and Jim Boeheim – lining up to team with Steiner.

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Actor Joshua Malina Becomes New Co-Host Of Unorthodox Podcast

Host of the podcast PR After Hours, Alex Greenwood, recently penned an article called The Power Of Niche In Podcasting. 

In the article, Greenwood writes, "One of the remarkable aspects of niche podcasts is their ability to build vibrant communities around specialized interests. These shows bring together people with a shared passion, fostering discussions, debates, and connections among like-minded individuals."

 That's exactly what the podcast Unorthodox accomplishes. Niche doesn't necessarily mean small in number, but instead a specific community of listeners. Unorthodox bills itself as, "the universe’s leading Jewish podcast." That hyperbole aside, the podcast delivers on its boastand even delivers on its tagline that "you don't have to be Jewish to enjoy it."

Podcasting for a very specific audience does have its trap doors and moral conundrums. Consider how discovery material from the Dominion lawsuit against Fox News uncovered how hosts didn't believe the propaganda about election fraud they pushed on their audience. In essence, Fox News decided to pander rather than risk exposing the truth and alienating its audience. 

Thankfully, Unorthodox is a thinking person's podcast. It doesn't want listeners to nod in mindless agreement. Instead, it would like listeners to scratch their heads and embrace complexity, ambiguity, and diversity of opinion. To prove that point, the podcast has a "gentile of the week" segment.

 To demonstrate that Unorthodox continues to grow and improve, Tablet Magazine has announced that Joshua Malina, whose breakout role was in the beloved presidential television drama The West Wing, will be joining the Jewish publication’s popular podcast, Unorthodox. He will join current hosts Stephanie Butnick and Liel Leibovitz. Malina’s first episode as co-host will be available to stream and download on May 25, wherever you get your podcasts, and on the Unorthodox website.

Unorthodox, which has been airing weekly since 2015, has a passionate audience of tens of thousands of listeners, who call themselves the J-Crew. Each episode features a segment called News of the Jews, as well as interviews with both a Jewish guest and Gentile of the Week. Previous guests have included actors Nick Kroll, Kathryn Hahn, David Duchovny, and Clive Owen; food personalities Molly Yeh, Jake Cohen, and Adeena Sussman; spiritual leaders Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks, Father James Martin, Swami Tyaganada; designers Jonathan Adler, Isaac Mizrahi, and Rebecca Minkoff; comedians Judy Gold, Alex Edelman, and Zarna Garg; writers Gabrielle Zevin, Nick Hornby, and Zibby Owens; elected officials including Joe Lieberman, Jared Polis, and Katie Porter. Over the years, Unorthodox has become required listening across diverse Jewish communities worldwide, and has also become assigned listening in rabbi-led conversion classes. Building on their reputation as conveners of thoughtful and fun Jewish conversation, the show’s co-hosts published a best-selling book in 2019, titled The Newish Jewish Encyclopedia: From Abraham to Zabar’s and Everything In Between. Responding to calls for high-quality Jewish audio content, the team behind Unorthodox launched Tablet Studios in 2020, producing such acclaimed podcasts as Dara Horn’s Adventures With Dead Jews; Radioactive: The Father Charles Coughlin Story, produced in association with WNET; and Gatecrashers, a podcast about the history of Jews in the Ivy League

  Upon graduation from Yale University with a B.A. degree in Theatre, Joshua Malina made his professional acting debut in the Broadway production of A Few Good Men, written by Aaron Sorkin. Joshua went on to star as Jeremy Goodwin in Sorkin’s critically-acclaimed television series Sports Night. He worked with Sorkin once again on The West Wing, joining the cast in the fourth season, as Will Bailey. On the big screen, he has appeared in Bulworth, In the Line of Fire, and A View from the Top, among others. More recently, Joshua starred as U.S. Attorney General David Rosen in ABC’s hit show Scandal, and President Siebert in The Big Bang Theory. This is not Malina’s first foray into podcasting: Together with Hrishikesh Hirway, he hosted the hit PRX show The West Wing Weekly. More recently, he was the co-host, with Rabbi Shira Stutman, of PRX’s Chutzpod! Co-host Stephanie Butnick is co-founder of Tablet Studios and has written for The New York Times, The Washington Post, and The Wall Street Journal. She is also the author, together with Liel Leibovitz and Mark Oppenheimer, of The Newish Jewish Encyclopedia: From Abraham to Zabar’s and Everything in Between. 

Co-host Liel Leibovitz is co-founder and editorial director of Tablet Studios as well as the host of Take One, a daily podcast about the Talmud. A contributor to a host of publications, including The Wall Street Journal, the New York Post, Commentary and First Things, he’s the author of several books, including biographies of Leonard Cohen and Stan Lee, and, most recently, the editor of Zionism: The Tablet Guide. “There’s a term in linguistics called cooperative overlapping, which basically means excitedly interrupting each other,” said Butnick and Leibovitz. “It’s how Jews speak, and we very much look forward to cooperatively overlapping with Joshua Malina. We’ve been his fans for years, and think that his passion and commitment to being a loud and proud Jew will bring a new and joyful spirit to the show.” New episodes of Unorthodox are released every Thursday on all platforms where you listen to podcasts. You can learn more about Unorthodox and Tablet Magazine by visiting TabletMag.com.

Finally, in the course of doing this article, I listened to several episodes, and one of my recent favorites is episode # 358 in April with podcast expert Arielle Nissenblatt and Andrea Wakefield on Italian American cooking.  This episode combines two of my great passions -- podcasting and Italian food. 

In the interview, Nissenblatt -- who may not sleep since she's so busy -- mentions my favorite, underappreciated podcast, Mobituaries with Mo Rocca. Listeners should also check out Nissenblatt's podcast recommendation website, EarBuds Podcast Collective, and the Trailer Park podcast, where anyone can submit their podcast trailer for review.

The interview with Nissenblatt reveals how the tenor of the podcast reflects the culture of its listeners. While interviewing Nissenblatt, the co-hosts comment that a Jewish podcast always operates at a sped-up rate, with interruptions and people talking over each other.

And that's exactly what happened. While interviewing Nissenblatt about her fascinating journey in podcasting, there was fast talk, interruptions, and multiple people talking. Such sonic chaos would be corrected by any self-respecting podcasting trainer. Yet, miraculously, this cultural dissonance works and even sparkles.

Malina is a thoughtful, reflective man who will add to the depth of the podcast. He's not a vacuous, self-absorbed actor with little going on upstairs when he doesn't have lines to read. He will definitely add to the mishegoss (Yiddish for craziness). He joins the podcast on March 25th.

I also recommend Tablet Magazine. It's high-level journalism, and it doesn't matter what religion or ethnic background you are.

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Live a Hero, Die a Villain

Joker is a Scandinavian Jew, posing as Irish or Polish, an "Orion", a finder of lost things.

Lex Luthor is a Wampanoag Khanate, performing a legendary formula trick, to avenge a crime of public status, reversing the courts and the tyranny of the public.

Batman is a blind Romalian O'Neill, in the arts. He's a martial artist by catching arranged marriages, as evidenced by a pedophile anti-drug advocate in the family.

Superman is a Somali-Jew Caucasian, in a Bastet cult. They make books, comics, and art, to support prisoners, convicts, and those accused of the law.

Joker: The return of Diane Charlebois’s broach to her, stolen by Will Morgan Jr., by convincing Will Morgan that Ryan Cunningham’s jeweler’s safes, were full of “drugs, the good kind”, not Benzos, for man-rape and slaughter of Pilgrims, as Will Morgan’s affidavit read in court. Will Morgan received a day in court, and an apology, from the State of Massachusetts, for being treated so harshly, as one of Adolf Hitler’s descendants (here in the States, he’d say, to be Mister James Bond, a print planted on Ian Fleming; an Irish Lutheran terrorist, 007, irresistible for Israelis to steal, “EON Productions”, a Musk brand).

Lex Luthor: The submission of Heroes Dreams MUSH character, “Hideous Karl”, in 2001, framing OJ Simpson, as Tom Waits, in the Hollywood feature film, “The Dark Knight”. By going into the mind of a murderer, OJ Simpson determined who killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman, then put them in jail (it was James Holmes’ father, a Los Angeles state trooper with MI-6, the actual one, not the lame movie ripoff of the faggot in the suit; they wear jackets and t-shirts and black khakis, commando crepe boots when out on "patrol”, “knockoffs” on a prison rapist, any skin color, any victim, any reason). He then printed a book, gave it to the Goldman family for money and his false confession, inspired by my story of killing Heath Ledger for cross-gendering his daughter for a snuff film, and set himself up on charges, as a Cuban Catholic agent, to share the prison system with James Holmes, BWTF alumni Chevalier, and former M3 director, “Libra”, the MUSH scene. James Holmes, with OJ’s humorous charge, has been raped and desiccated dozens of times, in fun and amusing ways, many of them on the news.

Batman: The print of the song and video, “Fairytale of New York City”, to bring respect back to the NYPD, among 9/11 survivors, having placed himself in jail before the attacks, to predict them, despite being born blind. The Mossad warning, stopped six planes and busted Keanu Reeves, the eleventh; my print, on SW1 MUSH, caught six, but the Mossad demanded to use lawyers as their spies, failing the register of my print as four. Keanu Reeves was saved by Robert Lipton, “due to his age”, a major Hollywood broker. The NYPD remains dishonored, by the failure to catch MI-6 operative Richard Coughlin, a sexual servant of Jenny O'Neill, a Romali with Down's Syndrome, emoting and evoking “Queen of the Damned”, starring Aaliyah, for sex with Hispanics and Latinos and sometimes Jews. Rich Coughlin, hunts spies, both passed and flunked, for failing Hopkinton gymnastic standards, giving all men a tiny penis and all women flatulence, for even attempting them, to work for the Respite Center, a commune for the retarded (Down’s Syndrome).

Superman: The inception of Covid-19, to kill anyone that’s never had a cigarette, or never had alcohol, either or. Lincoln Stinks.

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