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2023.03.30 20:34 godzilla101118 Dreams of Azure Blue (series pt.4)

Jacob Chasler was exhausted. It had been 9 days since the bombing of pearl and jacob had been inside the spare office in the conference building for practically all of that time - signing papers, sending requests, approving resource allocation - and thankfully the port was almost entirely repaired - thanks to strange small yellow birds - with the errant pile of rubble here and there.
Thankfully - mercifully - jacob hadnt been alone. Having been assisted by kuybyshev, Z23, and theseus when they would come into the office for the day to help - but there was only so much help that could provide with there being so much paper work that jacob had to stay up long nights to get as much of it done.
This night was one of those nights. Jacob was currently, signing and reviewing his current paper work with caffeine induced zeal - hoping to get as much done before he invariably and innevitably crashes.
As jacob finally finishes his current stack of paper work, he hears the door to the office creak open. Jacob looks up and finds the newest member of azur lane - HMS daedalus - standing near the door way, looking at him with a questioning look.
"Hello daedalus," jacob says "Why are you here so late at night?" He asks her, only for her to respond by walking towards the offices coach and sitting down on it.
Jacob just stares at daedalus with tired drooping eyes for a few moments, before grabbing his mug of coffee and getting up to get another cup. "Want some?" Jacob asks, only for daedalus to shake her head. As jacob fills up his cup, daedalus finally begins to speak.
"Lord Commander chasler," she started, "i wanted to come here tonight to ask you a question" she finishes as jacob walks over to the same couch she was on and sits on it.
"Shoot." Jacob says before he takes a sip of coffee. Daedalus takes in a short breath before she began to speak.
"Why did you have me manifested? While i was with akashi and mrs.yuubari the other day, they revealed to me that you discovered my cube in a random pile of rubble - what couldve compelled you to knowingly manifest a cube that by all accounts could have been a trap set by tbe sirens?" She finally finishes with a deep exhale.
At this jacob is left in contemplation. Why did he have daedalus manifested? Why did he feel compelled to trust that the cube that he had found was an ally to humanity - even when it could have been a ploy used by the sirens to infiltrate the port? As jacob thinks about his response, he finally comes to two realizations - the first one is that the only reason why he had her manifested is because her unconsciousness from the cube experienced true emotion - not the fascimile of emotion and thought that humanoid siren cubes apparently sent out, when they were in contact with humans - it experienced fear, hope, determination, despair and happiness - all the emotions that make kansan and humans the same.
Jacobs second realization is that his exhaustion had finally caught up to him, so he did the only thing he could think of. He put down his coffee on the table - took off his hat and put it down - and promptly passed out.
Daedalus seeing this was first showed a face a suprise, before it turned into a light smile as she gazed upon his sleeping form.
"Idiot" she slightly chuckled out.

As jacob consciousness slowly returned from the sweet embrace of sleep, he was confused. He felt a strange warmth and strange softness where his head was at.
At first jacob thought that his pillow had just taken an abnormal amount of heat from his body while he was sleeping, but then he remembered that he didnt get to his living quarters last night. The final nail in the coffin was when he slightly pinched the soft thing and heard a soft sigh after he did that, followed by a voice.
"I hope you didnt do that on purpose lord commander" the voice said with a serious overtone but with a subtle teasing undertone. After that jacob opened his eyes at lightning speeds and saw - with near horror - that he was laying in daedalus's lap.
As he was assesing his situation, he noticed that daedalus had actually taken off her trench coat, revealing that she wore a white dress shirt underneath - and to jacobs embarrasment and near astonishment- revealed a generous bust.
As this is happening, daedalus looks at jacob with a slight smile and amusement in her eyes. After a few moments daedalus speaks again.
"Well lord commander, since you've been working near non-stop for thr past several days, it would be best for you take a break" she finishs. At that jacob could on slightly nod in agreement, as he once again - slowly - relaxes back into her lap.
After a few moments, daedalus begins humming a tune - a soft somber tune, that spoke of loss, but of also hope of returning. Jacob and daedalus went on like this for a while until eventually, jacob had decided that it time to resume working, and daedalus had left, saying that she had things to do at the royal navys dorms.
And thus, a new routine was born

Observer alpha was laughing. Genuine laughter. She was laughing at how fast daedalus and the commander had cosied up to each other - with daedalus even letting the commander sleep on her lap.
"Oh how this anomaly continues to intrigue and amuse me" she said after she stopped laughing.
Observer then turned to look behind her, gazing upon the figure standing behind her. The figure had long platinum hair, a red hair bow, blue eyes, and wore a short red and black dress skirt, with a breast piece barely concealing her chest - accompanied by detached shoulder cloth that were held together with metalic pieces of cloth - and lastly, around her ankles and hands were metal cuffs, attaching her to her rigging and false metal halo.
"My dear fortune, would you be a dear and interfere with their commisions~" observer said - she wasnt asking, and they both knew that if fortune didnt do as she was told that she would cubed.
"Y-y-yes observer alpha" fortune said as she quickly exited the room. A few moments after fortune left, observer spoke again to outloud.
"While she may not be the best suited for this, she will do just fine to collect the data i require~" observer finished with a malicous smile as she used her console to view fortune as she skated in the water - heading towards azur lane.
"Thats one step of the plan down, just several hundred left until we are free of this hell" she says as she proceeds to her console - attaching the errant cables to her interface.
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2023.03.30 20:33 JarrusMarker What's the spiciest thing ever served to you at a restaurant?

This is an easy one for me - Phaal curry at an Indian restaurant called Brick Lane Curry House. They wear gas masks in the kitchen while preparing it and if you finish the whole thing they put your name up on the wall. It was the only thing I've ever ordered that I literally couldn't eat because it was too spicy. It was absolutely crazy and blows away any other spicy dish I had ever tried in terms of heat level.
Runner up would be the Thai hot drunken noodles from a local Thai spot that sadly is under new management now and doesn't make it nearly as spicy.
What's the hottest meal you've ever had at a restaurant?
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2023.03.30 20:33 coordinatedkhaos 30 [F4M] Midwest - curvy girl seeking traditional relationship

Looking for a man who is interested in a traditional/1950’s-ish relationship. Think stay at home mom dynamic where I’m kept barefoot and pregnant. Looking for someone who is emotionally available and not afraid of commitment. I love men who are assertive, dominant, and comfortable with who they are as a man. I’m the type of woman who will keep your balls empty and your belly full so if that something you’re interested in, message me!
The dynamic I’m looking for is in person so please be near the Midwest.
Please, please provide a photo and a little bit about yourself/what you’re looking for and I am happy to do the same. I appreciate messages that have substance and not just “hey”.
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2023.03.30 20:33 vivaasativaa My newest bikini. What daddy is gunna send me shopping for more 😘

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2023.03.30 20:32 TheSmogmonsterZX Galactic Social Dynamic: A funny thing happened on the way home from Cith... (GSD #86)

Galactic Social Dynamic: A funny thing happened on the way home from Cith... (GSD #86)
--: Two days into the return trip to Alliance Headquarters.
Dullin Sector. :--
Shoal, Gleve and Van were sitting in Shoal's private cabin on their way back from the Ancin Clan's holdings. The three were currently enjoying a brief game of the Phodian classic sa. It was a card game played around helping others find their matching cards while keeping your own.
"I need a mountain." Shoal eyed Van.
"Go fish." Van smirked.
Shoal grumbled and drew a card. Once he saw it he smirked devilishly.
"I still love the fact that both our species came up with this game!" Gleve smiled, not noticing Shoal's grin. "I need a mill."
Vanput the card on the table in front of Gleve. "I still can't believe that changing the images makes it fun again."
"It's a perspective trick. Your brain knows its basically the same, but new shiny packaging makes it fun." Shoal chuckled. "Dad used to tell me he could get me the same calculator every year..."
"Gonna visit him more, I take it?" Van asked. "I need a predator."
Shoal nodded, "I thought I'd have more time." And put down a predator card.
Gleve nodded, "It will be worth it."
"Just be glad the tests showed you as negative for the trait " Van said.
"And Giio and Sekaz are positive." Shoal sighed. "Can't be an engineer forever I guess."
Van blinked and stared in shock.
"You mean you would take over?" Gleve clarified.
Shoal nodded. "If they both got it early, yeah. I need clan mates."
Gleve's cheeks puffed as he put three clan mates on the table.
"Knew it." Shoal chuckled as he picked up the cards.
Van sighed. "Brace yourselves."
Shoal sighed as he flew across the room and skidded into a wall. He sat for a moment as nothing else happened.
"Did we hit someone?" Gleve asked.
"Alert went out over devices. Debris came out of a hyper jump." Van stood and checked his weapons. "Mix of Scareek and human."
Shoal stood up. "We'll join you."
Gleve nodded. "You shouldn't go alone."
Van nodded. "I'll inform the Captain of the ship."
Two hours later the three were on a shuttle docking with a large chunk of a human military vessel.
"Band code says this is EIN Nimitz." Shoal read it off. "Damn, she was a beauty too."
Van remained silent as he activated his mag boots and walked in. As soon as his boots made contact his systems alerted him to a remaining life pod with life signs. The cyborg moved without hesitation. Shoal and Gleve followed.
"It's jammed." Shoal said as he came up on the pod. "Life support has been off for a day or two, oxygen has to be low."
"We can spring it free like billiards ball." Gleve said.
Van looked over at Gleve. "Though you were the animal guy?"
"Billiards are fun. So is pool. Physics applied to a game." Gleve smiled through his visor.
"That's Gleve for you. As Phodian as he is, give him math and angles and he is happier than me with a new wrench." Shoal snorted. "He's right though."
The two then noticed that Van was locked on looking into the viewing window. Shoal motioned for Gleve to help him look in and Shoal gasped.
"Gleve, get the lead out. That's a human kit!" Shoal scrambled down as fast as zero gravity would let him.
Gleve grabbed his friend and put him on the ground safely. "Calm down first. This is pure vacuum."
Shoal stopped and nodded. He pulled up his suit cons, "Feoto, this is volunteer away team 5. We have a survivor in a jammed life pod. Human youngling."
"Team 5, get the youngling if you can without risking yourselves." The flat tone of a bridge officer responded.
Shoal responded with, "I dunno, I was thinking about swimming in vacuum. Get med teams ready." He then cut the com.
"You okay Van?" Gleve asked
"She has maybe two hours left." Van said, "How fast to unjam and return it?"
"Three hours at best." Gleve said with a defeated sigh.
Van nodded. "I hate vacuum exposure."
He then plunged his hand through the glass where a gray metallic film sealed the damage. Then his suit slowly began to break down and turn into a similar film.
"Van?" Shoal shouted as the connection to the suit dropped.
Shoal and Gleve watched in horror as Van's body reacted to the exposure of space. Then there was a message on their coms.
"Get her out. Nanites are making a bubble around her and connecting her to my air supply. Bring us both back, nanites will do the work for me."
Shoal stared in horror. He had known the codename of "Immortal" was very literal when applied to Van, but this was something his brain was simply refusing to process.
Gleve however was right at work. He understood the brief and painful sacrifice Van had made. Van was protecting the extended herd and Gleve would do as he was asked.
"Shoal, I need your help." Gleve said with a grunt.
Shoal shook his head and focused on the task. "The door isn't jammed. We need power."
"I have an idea then" Gleve smiled and pulled a section off the wall, then he took a flashlight off of Van's belt.
"Good idea." Shoal handed off his flashlight. "The place still has some power, there must be a generator nearby." Shoal pointed to running lights on the floor.
Gleve shook his head. "Humans make those self powered."
Shoal nodded then stopped. "Oh I'm gonna regret this." He pulled out a multi-purpose tool and used it to cut out part of the floor.
"Shoal!" Gleve hissed.
"Gleve, you were partly right. They got their own batteries." Shoal smirked as he reached in and began to pull up wires. "Repurpose these for yours, I'll get these ones."
Gleve blinked and nodded, once again reminded why his friend was a Chief Engineer.
"Gleve. Do me a favor." Shoal said.
"What?" Gleve asked.
"Get all of us back." Shoal said as he handed a wire to Gleve. "I have to tie these off live."
Gleve nodded and understood. Shoal would likely be unconscious in the hours after this risk. Gleve steeled himself for the work ahead as he secured the wires properly into the life pod controls
Shoal then practically dove into the hole he had made, half his body sticking out. Then there was a flicker and everything came to life in the pod.
Gleve moved and opened the door in one swift movement the door unsealed and Van's arm was released as his hand held a thin metallic hose. Gleve scrambled past it and grabbed the soft orb structure that held the human youngling, then shifted his spine and strapped the strange container to his shell.
From there he moved to Shoal and gently moved his body out of the hole. His life signs were still strong on the readouts of the external parts of the suit, but the com connection was destroyed. Still, Gleve picked up his friend and secured him to his torso.
Finally he grabbed Van's currently incapacitated form and pulled it along back to their shuttle. There he put Shoal on a medical table and sat Van down. With the orb his nanites had made off to the side. Then he re-engaged the artificial gravity and began to pilot the shuttle back.
It was silent for twenty minutes.
"Ahhh!" Van's shout nearly caused Gleve to veer into debris on their return.
"You look terrible." Gleve said as Van spent a few minutes recovering.
"Feel like a spring daisy." Van said as he pulled out a small blade and gently cut into the orb.
"Is she okay?" Gleve asked with concern.
Van nodded as he lifted her and went to put her on the medical table where he saw Shoal. "Right, that's what knocked me out."
"You were conscious until then?" Gleve asked in horror.
Van nodded as he walked over while carrying the girl. He sat down and sighed as he brushed the strings of black hair out of the girl's face.
"Not a pleasant thing to experience." Van said simply. "Did not expect to be electrocuted though."
"He will be fine. He has..." Gleve grunted in annoyance, "Experience with this tactic."
Van laughed. "Sounds about right. Let's get back, yeah?"
Gleve nodded.
Shoal woke up later, he wasn't sure how much later, but he was sure others were around him.
"Go fish!" Another human voice said, it was younger and female.
Shoal groaned as he lifted himself up.
"You're up." Van smiled from a table at the base of Shoal's infirmary bed.
Gleve was smiling with him as well. There was also a young human girl with jet black hair.
"Were there others?" Shoal asked.
"Not in the field, but shuttles went into hyper to search. We found four more filled with survivors from a civilian attack." Van sighed. "Nimitz' crew refused to take life pods so they could." There was a clear haunted look in Van's eyes, but Shoal watched him shake it off for now.
"Mama and papa didn't make it either." The girl sniffled.
"I'm Shoal." Shoal scooted forward and held out his hand.
"Jessica Alden" The girl smiled. "You're a Civeet!"
Shoal smiled. "I am. I assume my friend introduced themselves."
Jessica nodded.
"We're taking them back. Getting a favor from Emma for Jessica here." Van said as he tossed down a pair of wheat cards.
"I got no one else." Jessica sniffled.
"Well, until you find a new one, we shall be your herd." Gleve nodded.
"Clan is important." Shoal smiled. "Now deal me in."
Gleve smiled and collected all the cards once more. He wasn't happy with all the tragedy, but he was more than happy to help a human find a herd.
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S: I'm not crying... Yes I am.
Wraith: Stop making adorable characters suffer.
S: Its war! This happens!
DM: Especially when you ignore travel warnings.
Wraith: Yeah.
S: Also invited onion ninjas...
DM: Why?
S: (shrugs). Anyway, a bit of a malaise has taken me. I might be taking a break from writing soon for a week or something. Just need to defog the brain a bit.
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2023.03.30 20:32 Jasper65932 My girlfriend wants to break up and I'm devastated

Hey everyone,

I hoped to never find this place, but I need to, just, write.

My girlfriend of 5 years wants to break up with me. And I'm completely devastated. She's my world, my emotional and mental support, and I saw her as someone that I would grow old with.

We've known each other for 5,5 years after I crashed her 18th birthday party. After about half a year, we were in love with each other and started our relationship. Those 5 years since have had it's ups and downs. We're both not perfect in any way, but we loved each other for who we are.

She feels like the female version of myself. We always have our little inside jokes. We both have the same humor, we love being childish with each other (the good way, just playing together). She was perfect. Perfect for me.

Her parents also welcomed me with open arms, and some did mine her. I felt so at home. She was my peace of mind, and happiness.

But a few days ago, we got into a talk.

See, I've been struggling the last 2 years a little with myself. I've had some issues and she helped me push through. Sadly, over the years, I got less and less confident, which is something that was noticed of course.

It initially started with less sex, which was a bummer as I was still very much interested. This was something that was sad to me, but I accepted it as I still love her immensely, even if we would have less sex.

But a few days ago, I told her I was not too comfortable with how close she was growing to one of my friends. Looking back, this may just be a manifestation of my unconfident self. I love both those people to death, and they have always been friends. There probably was nothing to worry about.

Nevertheless, I did end up telling her, and she was taken aback a bit. I told her I'm not blaming her, I just wanted to tell her how I felt.

Fast forward 2 days, and me and my girlfriend were going to get a cup of coffee. Coincidentally, me friends were also close, so they joined her. I was still in the gym and joined them later, but when I arrived, it was just the two of them.

This kind of pissed me off and while my girlfriend greeted me with her typical enthusiasm, I was a little cold.

On the way back, we talked about it, and things spiralled from there. ( I know this is not the case, but I hate myself for treating her so cold when she was so happy to see me again)

We were talking about my mental health, hers, and how things were going between us.

See, we severely lack communication. We are so good together, have so much fun, laugh always, but we don't really talk about important, underlying feelings.

And that's something that obviously bothered her. And me. We talked and she says she had this feeling for a while and that she feels done. Empty. And that she doesn't know if she wants to continue with me anymore.

We've had a serious and emotional talk 4 months earlier as well, but then something important happened that took precedent and we never really revisited it.

After that heavy talk, she went to her parents and I to mine. We live together and both needed some time to let things sink in.

We met today again, and she was very adamant on breaking up. She got to our apartment with the intent of actually breaking up.

I told her several things that I believe in my heart. I think it's a waste if we break up now, right on the edge of discovering something that's been holding us back for so long. I want to give it an honest, 100% try to talk and communicate the way we should. And see how that goes.

She didn't feel that way and wanted to break off our 5 years together.

As much as I love my girlfriend, if she has her mind set on something, she rarely backs down. And I fear that this situation is the result of many months of not talking about things, keeping it to herself, and letting it grow out of control.

I did say something that made her reconsider, and now we're meeting up in 3 days (taking a break from each other) to see if she wants to give it an honest go. It's going to be a yes or no, make or break talk.

I'm dreading it. I'm fearing the worst. I honestly cannot imagine a life without this wonderful person.

Yes we've had our issues. I feel like she has the need to reinvent herself every 12-18 months. And the first thing to go is typically me. We've had a similar scenario about 2 years into our relationship, when things started to get real between us.

I asked her if she wanted to not be with me, or if she's scared about how real things were getting between us. It ended up being the latter and we continued for many good years.

It's so difficult. We clearly love and care about each other so much. I can see the pain in her eyes, and I feel mine.

I absolutely broke down when she put my crying head between her 2 hands, looked me in the eye, and told me just how much she cares about me and loves me. Regardless of what's going to happen between us.

She also mentioned that she just doesn't see a future with me anymore. She says we have different goals in life, which ultimately is true, but only to an extent. We both want to achieve things, and the most important things line up. We both want to travel, do good things and be successful, both health-wise and financial.

Most things line up, with just a few differences here and there. She's much more extrovert than me, and I' much more of an introvert.

It hurts so much. This was the woman I wanted to see as the mother of my children, my wife, my companion.

And it all came so sudden. We just started living together (7 months now), and literally this week we've been talking about trips to Rome, Thailand, and many other plans for the coming years.

The morning of our first talk, we woke up so happy next to each other. She did her thing, woke up early and worked out. I waited for her to come home and we'd have breakfast together. Planned what we would eat this week, made lunch together, starting watching our series we've been seeing (singing along with the intro in our stupid fantastic way), and it all seemed to.... good.

Then that afternoon, we nearly broke up.

I'm dreading the next 3 days and our next meetup. This is a person I just do not feel ready to lose. She's the most important person in my life. I cannot imagine waking up and not having her beside me. Giving me her loving goodmorning kiss. Taking our walks together. I'm just devastated.

She is my first girlfriend, and it seemed like my only. And now I'm here, crying every minute of the day, thinking of losing her. My heart breaks of the thought of deleting our pictures together, not talking with her. I also just cannot live in our apartment anymore. This was where we would start our life together. She was the main driver behind living together as well.

I used to life with 2 friends. She's also good friends with them, so it's not an option to live with them again. It just all feels so unfair.

I'm at a loss. I'm devastated, and most of all, I'm so, so scared to lose her.

I mainly wanted to share my story. I have skipped over some important events, and probably worded some things wrong. But she's my everything, and I'm about to lose her.
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2023.03.30 20:32 Bulky_Insect648 The situation

Hi guy's, I guess this is what is going on with me.
  1. Psychotic break that got me diagnosed with Schizotypal, PTSD, and bipolar.-13 day stay at the good ol mental hospital.
  2. I wrote a story trying to explain how my psychotic break started. It is unfinished bc it brings me back. So at this point in time I have left it alone.
  3. At this point I believe I am being given messages by god in an attempt to save my soul from the devil. I understand this could be delusional ideas of reference and I understand I have a long way to go before I can identify what is real and what is not.
  4. You are not suffering alone, there is a light at the end of our tunnel for sure. I think if one person here can find a way then we all can. Happiness is attainable and I will relentlessly pursue it.
  5. I know how wild the below story is. But as you know it was real af to me.

I realized I was beaten when my mom gave me my 2nd dose of drugged food.

*Note*-Last chapter-The man behind the curtain is revealed. It is me. (alternate story and endings for each Cartel, Illuminati(west coast and east coast)-One side is evil, the other good(wutang)., CIA, Then the best one imo-The church
vs the devil.

What a way to start the new year lol. It was on Jan 1st that all of this spiraled out of control. It all started when I was working at amazon in clay NY. I woke up one day and saw a shit ton of cops. I was growing at the time, an illegal amount of cannabis that would have landed me a felony. So knowing this I shit my pants and ran down the stairs to see what was happening. Am I getting raided or is it just some regular molly whopping bullshit going on outside? We installed a large number of security cameras due to the molly whopper problem. Anything that wasn't tied down would come up missing, not after the cameras lol. I get my coffee as two cops knock on my door. I answer and 
they let me know that a crime was committed by some kids and that they would like the videos if my camera caught it. I thought to myself, some kids.....no big deal at all. SURE I said as I ran upstairs to get my laptop while trying to keep my tents out of view. I return and both I and the two cops sit in the kitchen until I can get the videos emailed to them. They leave and I think that is the end of that. WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(insert the fact that you bought weapons, signs and didn't sleep hardly at all) 
I go to amazon about a week later and find out that the people that committed the crime in front of my house work with me. Aren't I the lucky one? Malachi(one of the assailants) was kind enough to come to the conveyor belt and leaned over and let me know that it was him and his friends. And that both he and his friends that committed the crime will be coming back to get my grow(how the hell do they know about my grow I think?). I mean mugged him and we both continued about our day. Due to me having headphones in it took me a while to put together exactly what he said. But when I did put it together, I immediately started taking all the necessary precautions to prevent a home invasion,. Such as securing all entrances and placing weapons all around the house. Identifying all routes in and out and covering them with cameras and traps if needed. Not my first rodeo(ptsd like a mfa from the first). This time was different though due to me at the time living with my sick parents. I planned on defense only and coached them on what to do in the worse case.
(RAW DATA ELABORATE on the amazon story-For example all of the people you identified and all of the tatoos that they shared. A large orginazation was identified but at the time I did not know they were after me. Later I found out they
were using the night staff at amazon warehouses to distribute their products around the globe. In 30 mins or less lol.)

With my home secured my mind was at ease. On my next scheduled day at amazon, I learned that my manager Caroline was working with/for Malachi. I learned this by her repeatedly placing me next to Malachi and Mike(Malachi's friend). This continued for about two weeks and I saw exactly who was playing for the Malachi's team. It turned out to be a large number of people. I identified they were a group by the matching tattoos they displayed. They had people working as janitors, and in every station and position in amazon. I am talking all the way from janitors to the managers. At least a good 10+ at amazon working to make my life hell there. One time while next to Malachi and Mike at the beginning of this. I lost my temper, pretty badly. I have a mental health issue with my anger(just learned), which caused me to say a bunch of stuff in retaliation to Malachi. This caused Malachi 
to make a phone call while shaking his head in sadness. That phone call was to someone important. Because ever since Malachi made that call my life changed for the worse. Like way worse.

After both myself and Malachi were done talking shit to each other. He(malachi) let me know how much power he could get on short notice. I woke up to smoke my normal morning joint and saw Angel(from amazon), Mike, and Malachi walking around my house(in the street). Later that day I would say about ten to 15 cars made an appearance to let me know they meant business. I just sat there and smoked my joints and cataloged all of his personnel. I knew at that point I was in over my head and made a mistake in feeding into Malachi's anger. I called everyone I knew, which was two whole people(lol) and told them to stand down and not do anything to Malachi if they saw him. I also tried my best to de-escalate to the best of my ability while working at amazon. That however just seemed to make them madder. One night Caroline came up to me and asked me to go work next to people who were trying to kill me, which at that point was normal. Once I realized this I had a realization that this was wrong and should be addressed. I was experiencing retaliation for reporting a crime and it was being perpetuated by my employer(I was thinking in my head Lawsuit lol). Then Angel started going ham on me. I let my management know that they needed to do something(they did nothing). Then I let Angel know the only reason they were mad was the video I gave to the cops, and that I was not a threat to him. I also reiterated to him that he had to touch me for me to be able to defend myself. I left that 
day and made a report to the amazon ethics board on what had happened there. I quit and called the cop I gave the video to for advice and to let him know I was prepared if it goes further. I let him know I would fight to the death for the safety of my mother and father. Which was now in danger due to Malachi and the organization he is with. He agreed with me and told me to protect my family.

I was out of work for a couple of weeks and everything seemed to simmer down. All the cars and people that were patrolling daily seemed to stop. During my off time I was able to do a bunch of research on Malachi, Angel and Mike and I learned that they were tied to a local car dealership in fulton. I researched the car dealership and found out that they were from the Bronx and were affiliated with the Cartel. I found this out through facebook and instagram. Malachi was kind enough to throw up gang signs in his instagram posts that I was able to check on google. I battened down the hatched as much as I could. But I knew that my family was now in grave danger due to me losing my temper. They are good people and I had no intention of letting them pay the cost for my action. So I came up with an Idea. I would enter into the legal weed business by going to a multistate operator for a job. Through different research I learned that heavy cartel money has flowed into these multistate cannabis businesses. I was hopeful that I could find an ear from the cartel by applying for a job at my local out of state cannabis company called Acerage holdings. It didn't take me that much time and I landed a job for a company called acerage holdings which grows medical weed. On my first week there a co-worker named Isaiah was talking about my ethics report that I made to amazon to another employee. Lucky me, I believe I found the ear I was looking for. It turned out that he was part of Malachi's group. I worked with a small number of people at acerage holdings and I am positive that most people working there were very aware of who I was and who Malachi was. And that I was not well-liked at all, meaning malachi's influence reached there as well.I stayed to myself to the highest extent possible and just soaked up the comments like a sponge with no responses from me at all. My intent was to gather as much intel as I possibly could and identify an opportunity for a line of communication with the leadership of the Cartel. This would be hard to do. The business that I was working for was designed as part of their legal operations(It didn’t take much google to figure that out). 

I would go into work everyday at Acerage and people would be openly talking about my situation. One guy was joking around while we were harvesting some weed that I should put in the wood chipper. I saw he had a bunch of tattoos so I figured what are the chances he has a similar tatoo. I moved over to work with him and to my surprise he has the same tattoo as Angel. I engage in conversation and maintain my cover to gather data and identify a line of communication so I could plead my case. A worker named Tony came into our area that day and he was loose enough to say don’t trust the security because they are the cartel. I think to myself, welp that guy ain't a cartel but security seems to be my point of access to the top. Later that day I was oddly issued my badge which seemed rather thick. Me being my paranoid self began to read all of the literature that i was given when I first got the job. In fine print I read that the company has the right but not the duty to monitor your phone or other device to make sure intellectual property is not stolen. That day I immediately started talking about how the FBI got a guy at my last job for the same thing. And that I planned on using their practices for a business that I wanted to start. Needless to say I believe they would be listening on my phone for more crumbs to try to start a case.

I woke the next day and began to plead my case while in my truck alone. I apologized and claimed responsibility for my actions. And that I would accept any punishment as long as it was me and only me. I clocked into work that morning and oddly enough my coworkers that I had befriended seemed very sad. Almost like something was going to happen to me. I armed myself with trim scissors and was ready for the worst knowing that my message had most likely reached its mark. I was scared and happy at the same time. I was afraid because I thought I was about to die but I was happy because I thought I had brokered the safety of my family successfully. Stressfully I finished my day and luckily nothing happened. So I went home.

To relieve stress I started to work on some different hobbies. One of those hobbies was music. I got to the point where I had two songs written (rough copies), and I was sampling tracks and beats to put my lyrics to. While doing this, I realized that I got hacked. There were two recurring options that kept popping up on my youtube. Two live streams with people rapping, one was the west coast rap channel and one was the east coast rap channel. I had my headset with a mic and I was putting
my lyrics to their beats when they answered me and started conversing with me. They told me they wanted my music and that I had to make a choice. I told them I was not ready to make a choice and I kept switching between the two while listening to their music and then them listening to my music(it was dope af-they were freestyling a lot-me not so much but what I did do was dope af). Then I garnered attention from both sides with a proposal. I explained how darkness and corruption have taken over and now evil sits atop the societal pyramid controlling everything and everyone. I explained how words have power, especially through music to change negative energy to positive. A good example of this is
waking up in a horrible mood and then putting on a good song and magically your mood changes from negative to positive. I proposed to use that to address issues that plague communities across the U.S. My proposal was to use 300 artists,150 from one side and 150 from the other. My song would be used as the prime example(leaders lead by example). 1 person comes up with lyrics and each of the 300 make those lyrics their own(own beats/cadence) and release a song on the same day. So with one song 300 versions will be thrown out in the local dialect to address the issue simultaneously all across the U.S. Long story short it would have a great chance of changing the current negative state of the world into a positive one. By delivering a hot beef injection of positivity into this negative landscape we have found ourselves in. Everyone agreed with me and I ended the night by DJing a few songs and then calling it a night. Before I go people from both sides start making me offers to join their side and that they would pay me and this and that. I thought this was a dream but here these dudes were offering me whatever I wanted to hop on their side. I told them no offense but That I had to think about it. I understood I was a great talent and that I did not want to make a bad deal. I thought I would sleep it over and then let everyone know my choice after work the following day. So I called it a night.

The next day I went to work and it was a holiday so we would only be working until 11am that
day.My boss Shmalex(name changed to protect identity lol). Told me to come talk to him after we were done with work that day. I immediately put it together that not only did I gain the attention of the Cartel but I was under close watch from the FBI due to me recently buying weapons and talking about my hustling openly. I told him ok and continued with my coworker Rob to complete our task that day which consisted of picking leaves off plants. While On break I was talking with Rob after my cigarette and he was showing me his fishing gear and trying to plan a fishing trip later on. I agreed that it would be fun and then we went back into work. About an hour after we got back into work Rob dipped out to make a call. He came back in and then about ten mins later Cody came in and told us we were done for the day and that we could leave. While I was cleaning up, the robber walked up behind me and whispered I’m sorry. I didn’t even say anything because I thought he was joking. Spoiler alert he was not joking.

I left work that day and I was super pumped knowing that I would soon be able to solve all my money problems by choosing which side to sign with. On the ride home I kept thinking how I got in the situation that I did and why I started making music. And then it hit me, Malachi, the same person who had put me in this dangerous situation was the reason why I was about to be successful and safe most of all. I thought that both sides had my back and were upset with the Cartel coming into the U.S. and just claiming territory like that. So I was no longer concerned for either My or my family's safety anymore, which was like ten tons being lifted off of my shoulders. On the ride home I started rapping and loudly yelling that I loved this shit and would take care of everyone with money. Especially Malachi and his family as a token of friendship and a hope for forgiveness.

I get home and I see that my parents have bought pizza. I think dope af and grab some and head upstairs. So I finally made my choice to join West coast records to be in the nice weather. I let both sides know that I planned to go to the west coast and told each that I would only go if I could collaborate with both sides. Notbe limited. I told them to show up at 8 am the next morning with two million in a bag. I was communicating with them verbally through the computer and with notes written on notebooks that I was showing my mirror. They told me they had me on watch from that location, and confirmed it by giving me details that only a camera in the mirror would capture. I went to bed that night with the idea that I was going to change the world. I was able to talk to both sides and luckily they were with me in changing things for the better. I went to bed oddly knowing that I just made a work-together truce between the crips and bloods. Good night's rest would be an understatement. I slept like a fucking baby. However, I woke up mad af boy lol.

8 am comes and goes and no one shows up lol. At this point I am unsure if I got hacked by Malachi, actually am about to start the 300, or am being trolled by the govt.... so many possibilities at this point lmao. So I don't go to the computer until the afternoon. Then things kinda get pretty crazy, but not as crazy as it will get..... I hop on the computer and hop on the west coast live stream. They start rapping about how they are going to torture me and kill my family and friends(someone on there said they were in jail and mad af at me). I see an Eminem video pop up on the screen and click on it. It is Eminem and he is rapping live about me and he kept giving me the shhhhh with the finger thing when I went to talk. He was saying that he was going to lock me up and not let me out and a whole bunch of shit. I closed my computer and just went and laid down and thought about the situation that I found myself in. I knew they had cameras on me in my house and in my truck(they told me how much gas I had!). I just laid there and thought about the situation, 1. Am I crazy...no 2. Am I hacked....yes 3. How do I save my family? idk yet 4. Am I beat beyond belief? yes. The criminal organization that Malachi was with(some cartel) was using amazon prime to deliver their product across the U.S., they knew I knew this and I know they wanted me dead so that is the opponent I was planning against it. Now looking back it could have been the FBI(I am loose so could have been watched), Cartel-the most likely, West or east coast rappers... so fucked lol. So I planned to wait it out to protect my family and engage if needed. This meant I always had to have weapons on to carry that plan out(pain in the ass(prison pocket)). 

I hopped up from my bed and went downstairs to eat a fish dinner that my mom had picked up. They were hurting for money and I was helping them out financially for months before that. Suddenly it clicked. The night before they bought 4 pizzas. Then tonight they bought fish dinners,.....WAIT. Where did they get the money to order out twice in a week, so so out of the ordinary? I recognized this and went upstairs with the fish dinner trying to think why they would order out two days in a row. I hop on my computer and start to eat dinner. I start listening to a 90s hip-hop live track and the dude who said he was in jail starts talking. Lets me know it cost 100k to get my mom on his side and that the food I was eating was drugged, and when I go downstairs my mom will make a fake police report on me to get me to jail. I stop eating the fish and go downstairs and just try talking to my mom to disprove what I just heard. 
She looked at me and immediately started to make a scene. She told me to "calm down and go to sleep or she'll have to call someone". I deescalate, throw out the dinner and then head upstairs. My brain starts working overtime in attempting to solve the situation. My playlists keep changing on my laptop so I start clicking on the top choice every time it changes. I finally realized that another party was communicating with me that was different from the previous ones(Anonymous). They altered songs in the top choices to deliver a subliminal message. I can’t describe how the words would jump out at me but I was able to gather the message after playing about 5 songs. They wanted me to go to a mental facility for safety for both me and my family. I didn’t know why, but I had no options at that point so I had to trust them.
 It was my job to decode that message in the limited amount of time that I had. I spent about an hour listening and grabbing applicable information from the slightly changed songs. I felt myself at a loss trying to find the subliminal path laid out. A gospel live stream popped up on my laptop and there was a different group that wanted me to sing with them(The church). The song was hallelujah. About halfway through the song I had a religious epiphany. I blacked out for a couple of seconds, and came to singing the song hallelujah while holding my arms out toward my mirror in a hugging motion. The people in the gospel livestream were rejoicing loudly and I heard someone say it's him. I immediately knew they thought I was the second coming and I dropped to my knees to denounce that. 

I took my notebook and started writing in my notebook a message. It said me for my family. I looked at the shotgun on my floor for a brief moment. But that was not an option due to my upbringing and marine background. The path became clear when I mentally snapped. They had accepted my deal, me for my family. I briefly looked at my shotgun and then headed downstairs to tell
My parents that Ineeded to go to a mental hospital to meet anonymous. I went outside to wait and my mom went and made a phone call that took about ten minutes. I don't know who she was talking to but when she came out I knew we were good because the cops didn't show up. And then off we went, I played the part quite well on the ride I remember. I told my parents I loved them and then after listening to faded with a stranger one last time, I went in to accept my fate. I asked for one last cigarette and my dad gave me a half a one that tasted quite odd.

A lady came in once I was laying in the hospital bed to "take blood" and give me something to sleep. I thought this was the end but it was not. I woke up the next day and could have sworn my mom said the doctor wanted to see me. I told her I was still tired and rolled over and went back to bed. Then when I woke up they brought me into a room with a security guard posted up right near me. My mom told me they were going to move me to come after I eat. Then they moved me to omh. I checked in and now this is where things get crazy. However, the memories are still very blurry 

I was given a mask, and I swear it felt like I had my memory wiped about 5 minutes after putting it on. I enjoyed it quite a lot. I was under the impression that I would die (I was very surprised I woke up). I went into the mental hospital and I went through the check-in process for entering into inpatient(explain in detail the process of checking in). It was pretty demeaning to say the least. I thought I would make contact with the resistance or whoever gave me the subliminal messages to go to the mental hospital. But that did not happen. I thought to myself, Why would the security guard drug me if I am in a safe place? I immediately knew I was in grave danger and that I had to be on guard at all times. I was shown my room and I introduced myself to my roommate bob. (I would later come to find out that bob was a former marine). My head was really really messed up from the medication that they had given me. I chilled in my room for a while and finally went out to walk up and down the hallways to attempt to identify any possible way out. I needed that information later to break out if needed. I identified a weak link in the armor. It consisted of one door that would get me access to one side and a fence that once jumped would lead me to the running part. I started walking up and down the halls and I noticed a woman that was also doing the same thing. I couldn't help but overhear what she was saying. And to my surprise, she referenced the situation that I had found myself in. She sat down and I sat down next to her. She leaned in and told me that they were going to kill me and skin 
me alive. And she just started maniacally laughing. I knew I was in a facility run by the organization after me. I sat there and then it came to me. Don't feed into it gather as much intel as possible and plot your next chess move carefully. So I fucking laughed with her and we began to laugh together. I made small talk and then I went into the cafeteria to grab some water(which I usually drank a ton of). I grabbed a glass and I shit you not it was like it had corn syrup in it. It was water but THICK. I had no choice so I drank the liquid. It was my only source of water and at this point in my information gathering, I dared not bring up any intel that I was finding out about.

I saw a couple of people in the cafeteria and decided to make small talk. I met a female named Angel and another female named Haley. They seemed nice enough but I couldn't get it out of my head that something just seemed very very off about this place and the people that I was meeting. They told me about the groups they offer as therapy and told me I should make an appearance. I tried my best to remember but I could not for the life of me and ended up missing it and just roaming the halls. Nighttime was fast approaching so I ducked into a place that they had labeled the quiet room and I was lucky enough to meet a man named Scooba Steve. He introduced himself and made it a point to tell 
me that he was a man of god. I noted this and we continued to make some small talk which consisted of religion. I asked him to say some prayers for me that night and I left him there to read his bible. I later found out he was very devoted to and any bit of free time he had was devoted to reading the bible. They called for nighttime meds so I went to the counter to get mine. They gave me a sleeping pill and an antipsychotic and then to my surprise they gave me a nicotine lozenge. I was extremely happy about this due to fiending for some good ol' nicotine. I planned on staying up all night which I did. I needed to see exactly how many staff they had and if they were involved in this or if they were legit(spoiler alert, they were not).

In the hallways there were nooks where you could sit down and admire the artwork. I posted up in one of those nooks near my room and just kept an eye on everyone that night. Nothing happened, but i did notice that the security guard makes one pass a night. If I needed to get out I could easily use him as a plan b so I noted that in my playbook and in my spare time fashioned me a toothbrush shank. 
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2023.03.30 20:32 LordOfTheOmnium “Care to make it interesting..?”

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2023.03.30 20:32 wherestheleakman Conversation: Asshole-ism

I wanted to start a discourse on behavior while being mentally ill, mostly inspired by a few reddit arguments I have gotten in in AITA (currently in a small one as we speak).
Do you guys think being mentally ill is an excuse for being an asshole?
Here is my take: I don't necessarily think it's an EXCUSE excuse in the sense that people HAVE to forgive you if you do something fucked up while manic, but I definitely think that people should extend a little empathy when things calm down.
I have been diagnosed with bipolar 2 for 9 years now and have said and done some pretty asshole-ish shit while having full blown mania. Sometimes justified but an extreme overreaction, sometimes not justified at all. A lot of the times I went off the handle completely and said and did things that I truly did not believe or mean. I never apologized for a lot of things I regret doing because it took me a really long time to get help and realize what I was doing.
People who don't know anything about psychology but claim that they do will say this is an impossibility. That there's no way that you can say or do things that you didn't mean. This, to my understanding, is just straight up misinformation. A lot of the times, the people who say these kind of things don't even have a clear understanding of standard depression and anxiety, let alone something as complicated as bipolar. I've heard someone who said their favorite thing to do is research psychology (in reference to serial killers) say that it's completely inconceivable and gross of people to be unable to brush their teeth. People kill themselves, Maria!
When I started to get better, I attempted to make amends with as many people as I could that I have interacted with during these times of mania and extremely severe depressive episodes. A lot of the times I got the same reaction. Which was pretty much no empathy and the oh so famous saying, "being mentally ill is not an excuse for your shitty behavior." Like I said, I am not expecting for these people to forgive me. They really don't have to, but I feel like that reaction is literally a symptom of a lack of understanding the severity of so many mental health disorders.
Idk. Like I said, no one HAS to forgive you. I just wish people understood that it is possible and terrifying to completely loose control. It's hard to explain, but a lot of the times people don't want to hear it. I think if there was more education on how deep mental health truly impacts everyone's lives, these dismissals would not happen nearly as often.
What do other people think? I am curious.
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2023.03.30 20:32 karasuuchiha So your telling me Banks are already being out competed and are nearly obsolete? Banks don’t even have a risk free investment vehicle (not without insurance or the Fed) does anyone have a risk free investment vehicle in the old system?

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2023.03.30 20:31 xxhieixx What Ammunition Are The VA State Police Using?

Buying my first gun (SS DR920) and I want to be legal with the ammo I'm loading into it. I've gotten advice from 2 different sources so far: 1. My attorney, who said to check with my local law enforcement to find out what kind of ammo they are using. That way if I ever end up in court for a home defense case then I can at least claim that in my defense. 2. The gun shop, who told me to just go with +P 9mm Hollow Point. They said it's got all the stopping power I need but won't go through the wall into my neighbors house.
What is your guy's opinion?
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2023.03.30 20:31 Phagocyte_Nelson The Death of Empires

The Death of Empires

\" ADIÓS A SANDINO\" by Armando Morales, 1989
When my father was 14, he still lived in El Salvador. At the time the economy was a mess, inflation was through the roof and jobs were nowhere to be found. Employers didn’t have money to pay wages or salaries. My grandfather and father did what they had to do provide for the family. My father at this age already dropped out of school. Schooling in El Salvador is useless. School was public up until the 8th grade and passed that there was no point going to high school if one wasn’t planning to head to university, in our capital of San Salvador. My father quit school earlier, at the age of 10 to work with my grandfather, to provide. My father first worked with my grandfather when he was 4, old enough to be of some use. Everyday at dawn, my father ventured with my grandfather into the beautiful mountains, where they did odd jobs for instant cash or spent the day collecting wild fruits and vegetables to sell at the village market or take home for dinner. They did what they had to do to survive. I’ve seen the country firsthand, there are no jobs.
In fact, one of the complaints of Salvadoran immigrants by other Salvadoran immigrants is that they all have issues adjusting to the American economy when they get here. They’re so used to being on edge and scraping for every penny, that many forget that in the United States, you can actually get a job. Many people, in fact, do come here for work, but these 10 dollars/hr jobs are unheard of back in the motherland. They are like a dream come true to immigrants, so much so that the main issue is simply getting migrant workers to stick to one job, something they’re not used to. My father fell into this trap: when he arrived at the states he was 20. He worked in an aquarium, a mechanic shop, construction, you name it. It took my dad 6 years (when I was born) to finally settle down with his wife and newborn son and realize that having just ONE job was the correct order of things in the American job marketplace. He does landscaping now, and has so for the past 20 years, and is now specialized to drive trucks and heavy machinery. Not bad for someone for spent his childhood picking mangoes off of mountain cliffs.
Something else that burns deeply in my father’s memory was the war. My father barely understands it himself. He’s too scared to even talk about it at times. When he was 14 he was sent to the far side of the mountains by the grandpa to collect some tools they left the previous day. My dad couldn’t find the tools at first, and so he accidentally stumbled upon a cave. Inside the cave there was a lightbulb, and so my dad walked down into the cave, and next thing he knew he was being held at gun point. My father stumbled upon a secret rebel radio station. The guerrillas made him swear that he had no allegiance to the government and was not sent as a spy, but after a minute or two all they saw was a scared boy. So they took pity and let him go. They then packed their equipment and moved elsewhere down the mountain.
When my father returned to the village later that day, he was met at gunpoint again, but this time by the National Military Police, holding an assault rifle and demanding that he tells them why he was in the mountains for so long and if he had any affiliation with the guerrillas. My dad pleaded that he saw nothing, too scared that saying the truth would mean death for him. The soldier let him go, not knowing that earlier that morning, my father did, in fact, find the men they were looking for.
There are other stories too that my dad tells me: like the time his friend went into the mountains and accidentally triggered a land mine left by the military. He had a closed casket funeral that next Sunday. News would break out about how the Salvadoran government ordered the massacre of an entire village on the other side of the country, suspected of working with the rebels (they weren’t), and yet my fathers village was one of the most strategic holdings for the rebels for the entirety of the war. My father knew that at any moment, the government could decide to kill everyone he knew around him.
Empires are a fickle thing. They’re hard to look for and hard to imagine that one lives in one. No Jew or Gentile gave a second thought that they lived under the Roman Empire, just so long as they pay taxes to Caesar and their city wasn’t destroyed. But empires in the modern era are deceptive, almost evil.
I know personally how empires work. I live in the United States of America, where I can go to school, get a good job, probably afford health insurance, and buy whatever the f*ck I want at the Walmart, because it’s my money and I worked for it.
I am Salvadoran. My home country has more or less been involved in American politics since Teddy Roosevelt. Before him it was the British, and before them our colonizers of the Spanish. The Spanish were brutal: forcing everyone in these countries into peasantry, debt, and in some cases straight up slavery, all for the benefit of Spaniards from the mainland. They had all the money, bought every piece of land that once belonged to great empires of the Aztec, Inca, and Maya, and then forced everyone to work these lands, but to own none of it. What the Spanish did to us still explains conditions in Latin America to this day. The British never did this to Americans, who came to this continent looking specifically for land, and establishing settlements that would become the thirteen colonies. Meanwhile the Spanish put everyone to work and for nothing in return. Generation after generation: father dies but leaves nothing in his will to his sons, because he never had anything. It was all taken from his family in 1492.
All my family has to their name is a single concrete family house in El Salvador. It’s my great grandfather’s house. He built it himself as a young man and then raised my grandfather in it, so then raised my father in it, and then it ends there, because my father moved to the States. It’s actually the only asset my family has to their name in El Salvador. My family is one of the lucky ones to even have a house to our names. Most people rent land and build shacks to sleep in because shelter and roof overheard wasn’t included in the rent for the month.
When the Spanish were overthrown by Napoleon Bonaparte, this sent shockwaves to Latin America, who had no loyalty to their new French emperor. One by one, the Spanish colonies of Mexico, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica declare their independence, without a single exchange of gunfire, for the Spanish at this point were squashed by Napoleon. An independent El Salvador saw the same society that it had under the Spanish: rich noble land owning elites paying low wages to the millions of hungry workers below them. I’d argue that it has always been somewhat like this. Our economy was based monoculture (meaning “one crop”). At times it was añil, which is like cotton and used for textiles, other times it was coffee, a growing commodity in the Modern Age. The landowners needed to sell their products somewhere, and with Spain gone, they looked to the empire that defeated the Spanish Armada: the British Empire. The British Empire militarily occupied parts of Nicaragua and Honduras, even making their own permanent colony of Belize. What did this mean for the people? It meant that the landowners kept the old ways for it was still profitable.
There is a common argument here in the United States that a certain point slavery stopped being profitable, which is why the Northern states industrialized and outlawed slavery, for they preferred wage workers to slaves, less costs overall. Well in El Salvador, this peasantry, this slavery, never stopped being profitable. From empire to the other, from the Spanish to the British, this backwards system of exploiting people by stealing land and then putting them into debt and forcing them to work for you still paid off as long as the British were willing to pay the pretty penny for that coffee. Sometimes empires are self inflicted, but let us remember that the peasants and poor people never had a say in any of these politics. No one voted to sell goods to the British, that was a discussion for only the elites who decided in a plan that would hurt poor people even more. It’s no surprise that these elites still had ties to Spain and not to El Salvador. There we see their true loyalty: to money, and at the costs of everyone’s livelihood. Sometimes these third world countries put themselves into the empires but if you dig deeper, you can see who really made that decision. And then it all makes sense. Shortly after the First World War, the United States became more involved in international politics, and especially those in Latin America. American business moved into Central America where they bought land for the rich elites and essentially used the same system the elites had for many centuries: paying the people low wages and not providing them any social mobility or education or benefits. Sometimes the US government itself intervened, by lending money to the individual nations who then used it to perpetuate the status quo. We lovingly call these nations "banana republics." In El Salvador our exports was coffee: a "coffee republic."
In my country, the working men were getting tired of this backwards economic system. So in the 1930s, they revolted. Half of the country revolt and protested the government, who was at the time led by a military dictatorship who only got into office by force. The response from the government? The government killed 40,000 people to put down an insurrection. This was 1932. We called it “La Matanza,” Spanish for “the slaughter.” The government claimed that the force was necessary to put down what seemed to be a communist revolution, but in fact of those 40,000 dead people, I can bet you that many if not all, never heard about a “Karl Marx” ever in their life. What they wanted was food for their family and for the government and elites to STOP GETTING IN THE WAY OF IT.
The next 50 years were of suppression. People were silenced immediately and everyone continued working m. By this time the country had somewhat industrialized so they old peasants became poor manufacturing workers, if they were lucky. In places like my dads village, although they now had their freedom, they had no jobs around them.
Slowly a second revolt was brewing. The government shut down protests to the war with Honduras, violently, which signaled every leftist guerrilla in the countryside to decide that now was the time to finally overthrow the government.
I can’t tell you if El Salvador would have been better if the communists won. What I can tell you is that things were bad already, and then the government made it worse. The United States at this time was involved in the Cold War, and suspecting that these new guerrillas may have ties to the Soviets, D.C. flooded millions of dollars to the Salvadoran dictatorship to suppress and put down the communist insurrection. The United States military personally trained some of the battalions in the Salvadoran army, with new counter guerrilla warfare strategies and tactics that the Americans learned from Vietnam. These battalions would then go on to become death squads. We had many names for the death squads, and they were feared. Guerrilla or not, they weren’t afraid to shoot anyone in the back of the head in the name of law and order. In reality, the death squads created anarchy, and made the people more sympathetic to the communists. Here was a simple fact: the communist guerrillas, although they lived amongst the people and were printed in the news as being terrorists, never executed a civilian. The Salvadoran government on the other hand though, every week there would stories of death squads breaking into peoples home and murdering them in front of their children. These children then took shelter in the orphanages that the communists ran. The communists had shelter for refugees and orphans, people who had to escape war or lost everything in it. They provided schooling and taught many for the first time how to read and write. The guerrillas were on volunteer basis, if you didn’t want to join the ranks, you didn’t have to, but you were always welcomed to stay as long as you wanted. Many of these people eventually found their way into Honduras to escape the war, and some even made the daring and perilous journey to the USA. It wasn’t hard for the Salvadoran people to pick a side: one side wanted the best for you and the other side had no issue murdering you and your entire family for political gain.
When I read about the war, I see a culmination of centuries of oppression onto a people. And when those people had enough, they were murdered. Around 80,000 people were killed. 5,000 people went missing and still are. Half of the country was displaced and had to move homes. And finally, 500,000 Salvadorans decided that they had enough, and left the country.
I see an empire in the work, and just like how the Romans had to put down peasant revolts regularly, the Salvadoran government, under direction and aid of the American Empire, did what empires always do in history; they oppress and kill. We’ve all see Star Wars. And before the Americans, it was the British, and before them, the Spanish, and before them the Aztecs, and before then we don’t know but I must assume that this sh*t never ends. Not until the people revolt, and revolt successful.
I mean, that’s how the Americans did it. They were being oppressed by the British Empire so they revolted and forcefully removed themselves from the equation. And look at how America is now. It’s only ironic at the Americans would then go around and used it’s wealth and influence to dominate other smaller countries, kind of like how the British treated them before 1776.
This is imperialism: a system in which a more developed nation either directly or indirectly controls an underdeveloped nation who cannot defend itself or have any sway in the argument, and to the benefit of a small elite in the nation. This is usually through military force, but sometimes it’s economic and is more akin to a trade empire. Indian princes swore allegiance to the Crown to establish the British Raj, all without a vote or election, no voice at all for the people, who then had to take matters into their own hands. African warlords supported the slave trade and sacrificed their morals for a quick buck. Look at how imperialism turns brother against brother, a nation onto itself. And the only people who suffer are the starving masses of the underdeveloped nation, who have two choices: fight or flee.
My country chose fight.
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2023.03.30 20:30 ThrowRA-reecypeecys My girlfriend broke up with me because "I don't prioritize her"

Hi, in the past few weeks, the idea of my girlfriend moving in with me has come up in my 5-month long distance relationship. It came up very suddenly when she was switching colleges due to financial reasons, and noticed the new college provides online classes which she can do remotely if she moves in with me. I currently need to live near my own college that I go to, so we would share an apartment. She said that if I said no, she would likely break up with me as she cannot do long distance much longer, which is understandable. At first I happily said yes to the idea, before anxiety crept in and told me things: what if we broke up later on because we end up not being compatible and I have to deal with the financial fallout, what if my girlfriend misses out on the real college experience, what if i dont get alone time anymore, she is still 18 which is young (im 21), etc. I tried my best to communicate these ideas with her, but she began to get upset, saying that because im even considering not living with her when the stake of the relationship lies on it, that it means I dont love her as much as she loves me and wouldnt sacrifice as much to be with her as she would with me.
And I will admit, I led her on for a while by saying yes then becoming unsure, and I felt terrible and apologized a lot for it. After talking through the issue, I decided that I would commit 100% to living with her, since it is best to try rather than give up, and I promised her it was my decision.
Today, we woke up happy, knowing that we were now both committed to living together. However, she told me again that the fact that I was unsure about it while knowing that the relationship was on the line was getting to her. She told me she felt as though she would give anything to be with me, like leaving her family behind or going across the country, but I would not do the same for her. I told her that family is one of my priorities and I wouldnt want to move too far from them, and she said "what do you expect me to do, follow you around the country like a puppy?" and I think this is fair and not something I considered until that moment. I told her later on that my choice about living with family changes a lot (my decision was different just a few months ago). However, she began to spiral, saying that I never sacrifice for her or put her first, that im a horrible person, that shes extremely hurt, and she hates me. She broke up with me within a few hours, saying that she wants to find someone who prioritizes her first like she would for them. She says the only way she will consider being with me again is if I give her real reassurance that I prioritize her, but it cant be words.
I have personally felt like I do prioritize her. I always leave class or my gaming with my friends to call her if she has an urgent situtaion, Ive driven 11 hours to see her in a day, Ive paid for her gas to drive to me, I give her gifts on valentines day, etc etc. I may be clueless but I feel like I'm checking all the boxes.
I wrote her a long apology last night for being so indecisive about the future and letting it affect us so much that it led to breakup, and that I now know I cant jump into relationships being unsure about my own cirumstances/future. I also said that I hope we can get back together soon.
My current thoughts about this are that I dont think im fully in the wrong, and many rash decisions were made today. However, I also think it is fair to be angry with me after my indecisiveness becomes such a large problem. Should I pursue getting her back or is this a lost cause?
TL;DR - girlfriend wants to move in with me due to financial reasons. After initially agreeing, I become unsure from anxiety, leading to a fight and ultimately a breakup. Girlfriend wants someone who prioritizes her first and wants me to reassure her that she is my priority to get back together, but I cant use words. Not sure if this is a lost cause.
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2023.03.30 20:30 blckravn01 Project ideas? Buddy gave me this no-name Fretless 6-string

Project ideas? Buddy gave me this no-name Fretless 6-string
College friend of mine found this in a pawn shop for under $200. It's an unbranded 6-string unlined fretless with two soapbar humbuckers, but controls & jack work just inconsistently enough to not gig with it.
Probably someone's garage project from budget eBay parts. Its shapes remind me of Yamaha basses.
More strings, less assistance. Everything about this says "high bar of entry." I can see why it wasn't played much.
He gave it to me recently after it sat around under-used for years. Said he'd love to see how I'd hotrod it.
Now it's finally time for Dr. Frankenstein to make a monster.
I don't want to waste effort chasing boutique hand-crafted standards. I know this bass'll never play like those. So I wanna aim for unique, unconventional, even ugly but usable, attention grabbing, & hopefully versatile.
What're the weirdest things I could do?
I've been looking at unconventional pickup choices, chaos pads, built in effects, & nothing seems weird enough.
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2023.03.30 20:30 Thundergod250 First time battle pass buyer question

So, I don't actually spend money on this game because I'm poor now, but I suddenly saw I can buy one with the accumulated 950 Apex Coins that idk how did I get.
And then it states it will immediately give me back 1000 Apex Coins because I'm nearly lvl 100. Does that mean I'll buy it and they'll give me back more than what I used to buy it???
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2023.03.30 20:29 FFlightRisk NP is decreasing meds quickly

I've heard from others here that Seroquel needs to he reduced over a long period of time.
She's cutting my 100mg dose to 50mg, and seeing me back in 2 weeks.
I'm just worried that I'll crash pretty hard. I've been on Seroquel for nearly a year and the highest it's been is 300mg.
Anyone have experience with this? How did it go for you?
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2023.03.30 20:29 Time-Comparison6375 Location services targeted ads

A few podcasts that I listen to have ads with targeted locations near me. I live in a small town. How are they getting that information? The app doesn't have location permissions.
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2023.03.30 20:28 Elmorulez23 Confusing problems

So I have a custom built PC I put together roughly 3 years ago. It’s been working fine until a few weeks ago, Discord suddenly stopped working. I didn’t think twice until the next day, I had a few problems.
When I try to load Discord, I get an error message. I click yes to try and fix it, and it takes me to Microsoft support to download a .NET framework fixer or something of the sort. I then follow the link and click download, but nothing happens. I wait a bit, do the other download link, and still nothing happens.
After a few minutes, I get that error message, and I don’t know what it is corresponding to or where it comes from. I try to click on settings, but when I do nothing happens, and some applications when I try to load them, the window appears for a moment, but then it just closes out. I’ve tried a BIOS reset and it did nothing. I’ve tried to troubleshoot, but I was greeted with an error. I tried a windows reset, and got an error for that as well. I go to check the windows download and it says I have corrupted files, but I don’t know what files and Microsoft support was no help to me.
I’ve tried to explain to a tech place near my house, but I’d have to spend roughly $500 for them to do all this stuff because they don’t know what the issue is.
I don’t want to lose all my data, but it makes no sense because things like Opera and my games work fine. I have tried and I don’t know what else to really do.
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2023.03.30 20:28 Unique_Factor_5036 Should i get a Financial advisor?

So i’m only 24, and I’m sitting on $1.5 million.. i’m also getting Payments of nearly $30,000 every three months. I understand this is a lot of money for someone of my age and I keep getting told that I need to get a financial advisor but I’ve just heard so many bad stories about other young people like me getting taken advantage of because whenever it comes to banking and financial things I literally know nothing so I guess in theory it would be pretty easy to screw me over. What is the point of having a financial advisor? Am I missing something because it’s hard for me to see the point.
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2023.03.30 20:28 SIashersah Aunt's Dog wont STFU

So my Aunt recently moved in with my family because of money issues and she brought her dog along. I already hate dogs from nearly being drowned by one as a kid after my asshole cousin let it into the pool. I really don't care that my Aunt is living with us now, but her dog is sooooo annoying.
Dog sees something outside? BARK BARK BARK. Dog can't find my Aunt? BARK BARK BARK. Dog is lonely? BARK BARK BARK.
Whenever my Aunt is around its normally fine, but when she isn't around, she put the dog in its cage in the basement so its not as loud for the rest of us, since she has to be out the door at 5am in the morning. Or at 12pm for her other shift.
A lot of the time when I am at home, it is by myself cause I only have school on some days because of University, so its just me and the dog in its cage. If he hears ANYTHING, he doesn't start barking, whining, moaning, bitching, for a good half hour. Can't do shit in the house when the fucker finally quiets down otherwise it gets him barking again. Sometimes he just does it whenever. My Aunt says its 'separation anxiety' I say you should've just trained the dog better to not just do that shit, cause its not you who has to suffer through it.
I use to just dislike dogs before this. But now I despise them, and hope the dog is out of here much, much sooner than later.
(also not sure if this is the right flair, but imo it fits, haven't been on here long and only discovered this subreddit when I was looking other people who hate dogs BECAUSE of this dog)
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2023.03.30 20:28 reecy_peecys My (21M) girlfriend (18F) broke up with me because "I don't prioritize her"

Hi, in the past few weeks, the idea of my girlfriend moving in with me has come up in my 5-month long distance relationship. It came up very suddenly when she was switching colleges due to financial reasons, and noticed the new college provides online classes which she can do remotely if she moves in with me. I currently need to live near my own college that I go to, so we would share an apartment. She said that if I said no, she would likely break up with me as she cannot do long distance much longer, which is understandable. At first I happily said yes to the idea, before anxiety crept in and told me things: what if we broke up later on because we end up not being compatible and I have to deal with the financial fallout, what if my girlfriend misses out on the real college experience, what if i dont get alone time anymore, she is still 18 which is young (im 21), etc. I tried my best to communicate these ideas with her, but she began to get upset, saying that because im even considering not living with her when the stake of the relationship lies on it, that it means I dont love her as much as she loves me and wouldnt sacrifice as much to be with her as she would with me.
And I will admit, I led her on for a while by saying yes then becoming unsure, and I felt terrible and apologized a lot for it. After talking through the issue, I decided that I would commit 100% to living with her, since it is best to try rather than give up, and I promised her it was my decision.
Today, we woke up happy, knowing that we were now both committed to living together. However, she told me again that the fact that I was unsure about it while knowing that the relationship was on the line was getting to her. She told me she felt as though she would give anything to be with me, like leaving her family behind or going across the country, but I would not do the same for her. I told her that family is one of my priorities and I wouldnt want to move too far from them, and she said "what do you expect me to do, follow you around the country like a puppy?" and I think this is fair and not something I considered until that moment. I told her later on that my choice about living with family changes a lot (my decision was different just a few months ago). However, she began to spiral, saying that I never sacrifice for her or put her first, that im a horrible person, that shes extremely hurt, and she hates me. She broke up with me within a few hours, saying that she wants to find someone who prioritizes her first like she would for them. She says the only way she will consider being with me again is if I give her real reassurance that I prioritize her, but it cant be words.
I have personally felt like I do prioritize her. I always leave class or my gaming with my friends to call her if she has an urgent situtaion, Ive driven 11 hours to see her in a day, Ive paid for her gas to drive to me, I give her gifts on valentines day, etc etc. I may be clueless but I feel like I'm checking all the boxes.
I wrote her a long apology last night for being so indecisive about the future and letting it affect us so much that it led to breakup, and that I now know I cant jump into relationships being unsure about my own cirumstances/future. I also said that I hope we can get back together soon.
My current thoughts about this are that I dont think im fully in the wrong, and many rash decisions were made today. However, I also think it is fair to be angry with me after my indecisiveness becomes such a large problem. Should I pursue getting her back or is this a lost cause?
TL;DR - girlfriend wants to move in with me due to financial reasons. After initially agreeing, I become unsure from anxiety, leading to a fight and ultimately a breakup. Girlfriend wants someone who prioritizes her first and wants me to reassure her that she is my priority, but I cant use words. Not sure if this is a lost cause.
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2023.03.30 20:27 faereynardine My girlfriend was lying about being autistic and I have no idea what to do

I have no idea what to do about this situation.
I (17f) have been dating my girlfriend (17f) for more than six months now. One of the first things she ever told me was about her autism. She has made numerous references to her autism and told very detailed stories about her experiences with it, as well as joking about it and using it as an excuse for socially inappropriate behavior constantly. We have multiple autistic friends, and she constantly bonds with and relates to them over their shared autistic experiences. Once, she even defended herself online for using the r slur because she was autistic.
Well, yesterday I made a reference to her autism in passing to her mother. Her mother and I are good friends and sometimes she takes me shopping because her own daughter doesn't like to shop. Her mother was bewildered and denied that my gf had autism at all. I was very confused and so was her mother.
I confronted her about it and she admitted that it was a lie. She said that she'd lied that she had autism years ago and never knew how to get out of the lie, so she kept up the charade. She begged me not to tell anyone else. I just feel so confused and betrayed, because I thought we were honest with each other and she's told me way too many specific stories about her autism, not to mention using the lie to connect with people who actually are autistic. I love her and I can't imagine life without her but I just don't know if I can trust her anymore. I don't know if it this is enough to break up with her considering the fact that she's only ever been kind and amazing to me.
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