I know you don't want more AUs, but how would PADME unfuck the timeline? I imagine a lot more efficiently and lot more scarily than all the Jedis put together...
Fourteen year-old Padmé Naberrie sews a FUCKTON of Hutt-money into the lining of Sabé’s robe before they escape the blockade, buys Shmi and Anakin and lifts Watto up three tax brackets, FREES Shmi and Anakin, and then “accidentally” handcuffs Qui-Gon to Obi-Wan before the big final battle with Darth Maul. Oh, and DEFINITELY does not suggest any vote of no-confidence at ANY point.
“Skywalker is too old to be trained,” someone on the Council starts to re-insist after all the fuss is over, and Qui-Gon is just about to snap back at them when–
“DIBS,” Padmé yells, bursting into the Council room past helpless Jedi guards who could not have stopped her if she’d been handcuffed and blindfolded, not for any-damn-thing. “FUCKING DIBS HE’S MINE NOW MY CITIZEN WELCOME TO NABOO ANI HERE IS A LIST OF BUSINESSES THAT WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO HAVE YOUR MOTHER WORK FOR THEM AND A LIST OF SCHOOLS THAT WILL GIVE YOU A FULL RIDE ALSO LET’S HAVE TEA ONCE A MONTH AND I WILL FIND YOU THE GRAYEST GRAY-ASS JEDI TO TEACH YOU ANY DAMN THING YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE FORCE ON THE SIDE. THEY’RE STILL A KIND OF JEDI SO IT STILL COUNTS. HOW DOES THAT SOUND DOES THAT SOUND GOOD? GREAT.”
Meanwhile, the handmaidens are busy planning a Supreme assassination. They did not require an explanation; obviously the queen knows what she’s doing. Maybe she’ll be Supreme Chancellor next?
Got a great letter in the post yesterday, all about blockading and insurrection in Europe. My friend has been dedicated to this anti-airport blockade where apparently the cops came in and cut someone down out of a tripod the other day. They fell 5 metres! Insane.
I feel so conflicted reading about blockading these days. I wish I could go back to that life, I wish I had the energy for it. It seems like such a hopeful action, like there’s actually a chance that things could change if you stand in the way. But then again, maybe it’s just the last ‘fuck you’ of those who have lost all hope. I think I’m stuck between the two.
In a world on fire, SOE Agent Emma Swan finds herself heading to the front lines of the war-torn French countryside to collect imperative intel for the Allied Forces from an undercover agent with little more than her gun and the name of the operative.
For nearly two years, Captain Killian Jones has been deep undercover helping the French Resistance fight to keep the German army at bay. Playing the Nazis as a double agent, Captain Jones has been dancing along a dangerous knife edge as he gathers the secrets of the evil regime. When a feisty blonde SOE agent shows up on his doorstep with orders to collect his intel, sparks fly just before bombs drop, and plans are forced to change when the two agents find themselves trapped within a Nazi blockade with little hope of escape.
In a game of shadows and subterfuge, Agent Swan is forced to trust the roguish captain with her life as they fight together to get her back to England with the valuable information. With time running out and the threat of exposure nipping at their heels, Emma and Killian must risk it all to finish their mission.
In Yemen, there are over 4,400 people living with renal failure, a condition where a person’s kidney’s fail and must go through dialysis. However, the war ongoing within Yemen along with existing sanctions and blockades has devastated the remaining health system.
MSF is providing medications and supplies that will be used to treat 660 dialysis patients over a six-month period. This support has reached four dialysis centers in most urgent need in Sana’a, Hajjah, Taiz, and Al-Mahweet, but most of the 28 functioning dialysis centers in Yemen lack supplies, causing interruptions in treatment.
Ideally, dialysis should occur 3 times a week. Immense strain upon the clinics and large amounts of patients have reduced that to only two times a week, in order for all the patients to have an opportunity to receive treatment.
In the Dialysis center in Al-Jumhori hospital in Sana’a, “I had to move with my family to Sana’a to be able to receive my dialysis treatment sessions at the centre here. The transport was expensive for me. There was a dialysis centre in Dhamar but every session was a challenge for them. Sometimes they don’t have the materials, sometimes the electricity is off. I and the other patients were suffering a lot,” says Yahya Abbas of Dhamar, Yemen.
Those with renal failure in Yemen seem to have been forgotten amongst the battle wounded from bombs and bullets. Because of this, they are one of the most vulnerable groups of people that need our medical care.
During the shutdown, a multi-jurisdiction task force fired multiple rounds of rubber bullets, flash bangs, CS gas, rubber ball grenades, 40mm marker rounds, and pepper spray at protesters. In response, water bottles, rocks, and firecrackers were hurled back by numerous protesters towards police lines.
In recent days, as tensions have grown over issues such as noise levels at occupations and defense against white supremacists, questions of militancy, anarchism, direct action, and community self-defense have shot to the front of public conversation.
During and after the action, prominent BLM-Mpls activists and others made statements asserting that it was solely outside individuals who were instigating self-defense against police.
An organizer also stated through a loudspeaker that “white anarchists” were throwing fireworks onto the highway and thus “endangering black lives”.
Throughout the action, white protesters presumed to be anarchists based on their protective facial masks were verbally pressured and confronted by some BLM-Mpls allies and activists. Black anarchists and others were seen coming to the defense of their white friends before, during, and after the I-94 demonstrations, arguing the importance of focusing energy on fighting for social and economic justice instead of blaming their own allies for police repression.
An anonymous black anarchist organizer summed up their frustration and stance on militancy by stating:
I’m tired of this. Honestly. I’m gonna say some shit and I’m not gonna censor anything and you need to understand. Niggas been fuckin’ shit up. And by this I mean both at the 4th precinct and at 1-94. The militance that I’ve witnessed has been by hood niggas … with no politics and with no fucks given. I’m starting to understand that white liberals’ quest to seem so “not racist” and “POC-friendly,” and black leaders’ internalized respectability, has people completely ignoring the existence of black militance. That’s what I’ve seen. At the same time, I was too busy trying not to get hit with marker rounds up front to see everything, but if they were doing anything, white anarchists certainly weren’t alone.
The implied targets of BLM-Mpls criticism and their supporters expressed their own frustration of BLM-Mpls’s statements. “Phillip”, an organizer with the IWW’s General Defense Committee (GDC), stated
White ally means fighting back. It doesn’t mean taking orders from some leader/authority on the megaphone. It means fighting back SIDE BY SIDE with our melanated comrades, not standing in front of them and snitching to the peace police that people are picking up rocks.
There is historical precedent of political repression of anarchists in Minnesota, from 1917’s raids against radicals in Duluth and Minneapolisduring the first Red Scare, to 2007-2009 when Twin Cities anarchists faced state and federal law enforcement house raids and nuisance charges around the RNC.
The 2008 RNC also saw the “St Paul Principles” adopted, supporting a diversity of tactics, supported by a wide range of activist groups, avoiding any public or media denunciations of fellow activists and events.
As multiple networks mobilized politically under the banner of “Occupy” in 2011, dozens, if not hundreds of groups, like Oakland, considered adopting variants of the St Paul Principles in order to create more political cover for radical action.
In this broader context, in the last decade, counter-currents against militant action from more mainstream groups and the state also emerged. In numerous instances, the more mainstream side have often symbolized their antagonists as some type of ‘outside agitators’ and ‘white anarchists’ in congruence with the state’s common strategy of dividing ‘good protesters’ and ‘bad protesters’ – the very dichotomy the St Paul Principles helped prevent.
Up to forty conservationists have again entered a logging zone and halted logging operations in controversial forests at Mt. Jersey in the state’s far east today. This comes on the back of Friday’s announcement by forestry minister Peter Walsh that the Ballieu government will toughen penalties for the state’s so-called “public safety zones” to exclude the public from monitoring contentious forestry operations.
“Local conservationists have recorded many instances of logging breaches over the years and with the increase of secrecy around controversial logging operations Victorians will know even less about what is actually going on in their publically owned forests,” said spokesperson Emily Black.
Berlin was starting out its new life as a divided city, with the Eastern half in Soviet hands and the West under Allied control. Stalin, however, wasn’t about to settle for half of the cake. He blockaded Berlin from all Western military and civilian traffic, a particularly effective dick move, since West Berlin was completely surrounded by the wholly communist German Democratic Republic. Thus, Stalin was effectively giving the Western powers a giant middle finger … and also about a month until the surrounded West Berlin would begin to starve.
Stalin never wanted to start a war with the West. However, he needed to appear strong, which, with his particular modus operandi, required constant tension with his opponents. However, the United States still remembered the previous mustachioed lunatic ranting about Berlin, and was totally ready to rumble. General Lucius D. Clay, the head of the Occupation Zone in Germany, advocated sending an armed convoy to battle their way into Berlin … through East Germany. Effectively going to war with the Soviets, in other words.
Although the suggestion was risky (World War II had shown that the Soviet troops weren’t exactly pushovers), the Joint Chiefs of Staff took it very seriously. To counter any resistance, Clay asked Air Force general Curtis LeMay for some air cover. LeMay’s war boner was as instant and impressive as Clay’s: He recommended that they just up and launch a pre-emptive strikeagainst all Soviet airfields in Germany.
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In the face of nine years of blockade, doctors in Gaza continue to show incredible determination to provide quality healthcare to the 1.8 million people they serve. But closed off from the rest of the world, opportunities to enhance their skills are few and far between. With technology making it ever easier to connect across borders, medics from around the world are finding new ways to help their peers in Gaza to overcome the everyday restrictions imposed by the blockade.
Turkey: 6,000 arrested following coup, but that doesn't make it an inside job
The failed military coup in Turkey was bizarre, even (especially) by the standards of Turkish military coups (which is a surprisingly large data-set), and in the wake of the coup, 6,000 people were promptly rounded up and arrested including respected judges, powerful military leaders, prosecutors, and a whole list of others whose names seem to have been put on an enemies list long before any coup.
But that doesn’t mean that he was behind the coup.
Occam’s Razor tells us that the least complicated explanation is the most likely to be true. So, consider two hypotheses:
1. Erdogan staged a coup, somehow staging 300 livestreams and convincing (or tricking) people who genuinely hated him and had pledged themselves to his downfall to cooperate; or
2. The coup was indeed the work of a small faction in the military (which is shot through with officers who’ve staged coup after coup for decades), who cannily believed that they could trick the military rank and file into participating by telling them it was an exercise (or whose supporters sought to escape culpability by claiming they thought it was an exercise), but who underestimated the popular support for an authoritarian strongman and lost the fight.
That second explanation is the simpler of the two, but it doesn’t explain the 6,000 enemies who were quickly rounded up and purged following the coup’s defeat. For that, you need another wrinkle:
2. a) Erdogan is a well-prepared opportunist. He assumed that, from time to time, significant events would occur in Turkish or world politics that would shock his people and create the space to consolidate power and eliminate his enemies. Accordingly, he drew up plans for such an occasion.
It isn’t much of a stretch to imagine that Erdogan would have prepared himself for this kind eventuality: it takes very little imagination to anticipate that crisis will occur in Turkey, a country that shares a border with Syria; a country that is embroiled in a protracted dealmaking exercise with the EU to warehouse regional refugees; a country with a longstanding, powerful Islamist opposition; a country with another longstanding liberal/democratic opposition that staged a high-profile uprising in calling for democratic reforms that was only put down after brutal state action; a country that has been rocked by more than its share of bloody terrorist attacks. Indeed, it’s hard to imagine that Erdogan doesn’t live each day as if it might end in chaos.
After 9/11 and the passage of the Patriot Act, I watched the “truther” movement emerge – people convinced that GW Bush and his establishment planned the terrorist attacks on New York and the Pentagon and used them as a pretense to introduce authoritarian legislation, to build massive civil-service spy- and security-empires, to line the pockets of their military-industrial complex buddies.
It always felt to me like part of the truther pitch was that 9/11 as an inside job was proof of just how depraved the Bushies were. But I think that they missed the big picture: if you want to imagine depravity, imagine instead that people in the Bush camp sat down one day and said, “A disaster will someday strike out land, killing thousands and traumatising millions. We don’t know what that disaster will be, but it’s an unstable world, and so the disaster itself is foretold. We need to prepare for that day – not by stockpiling medical supplies or sandbags or emergency shelters or vaccines – but by writing a 342-page bill that seizes all the legislative ground we know we could never win in a legitimate debate. While our families are reeling and in pain, we will use this bill to consolidate power for decades to come.”
The 342-page Patriot Act didn’t get written in the handful of days between the terrorist attacks and its introduction (if it was, it was the fastest act of legislative authorship in American history). It was already sitting in a drawer, waiting to be introduced whatever came. If you want to indict GW Bush and his pals for depravity, you don’t need to speculate that they were complicit in the attacks; you get all the way to the indictment and conviction just by realizing that they prepared for a national tragedy by drafting plans to enrich themselves and push their agenda.
By the same token, when New Zealand MP Simon Power pushed through his extremist copyright legislation as a rider to the emergency bill to mobilize relief for victims of the Christchurch earthquake, it doesn’t tell you that he caused the quake or sabotaged the buildings: just that when the people he was elected to serve were dying in the rubble, his first impulse was to serve his offshore corporate masters. You get all the way to “Simon Power is a depraved monster” without ever having to impute responsibility for the disaster itself to him.
Erdogan’s 6,000-person enemies list doesn’t tell you that he staged the coup – it just tells you that he’s a strongman who’s been sharpening his knives for people who oppose him for many years, and that he’s an opportunist who will have no compunctions about using those knives when the time comes.
During a week when political coverage has been dominated by the absurd spectacles of the Republican National Convention (RNC), the movement for Black lives raged on in the streets, with young Black people shutting down and disrupting police facilities in multiple cities on Wednesday. Individual cases of police violence and abuse were highlighted in some cities, while other protests zeroed in on the role of police unions in preventing accountability for police violence.
In New York, protesters with the national organization Black Youth Project 100 (BYP) and the Million Hoodies New York City Chapter formed a human blockade at the Lower Manhattan Headquarters of the Patrolmen’s Benevolent Association to demand the immediate firing of Officer Wayne Issacs, and to call attention to institutions that BYP says hamper police accountability.
“The police are trying to manipulate the conversation,” Rahel Mekdim Teka, the New York City organizing chair for Black Youth 100 (BYP), said in a statement. “They are trying to manipulate all of us into believing that they are at risk. They are not at risk. Police officers are the threat.”
Padmé Naberrie accompanying Senator Rigantona to Onderon Ktz, Fall 2014
What if… rather than becoming queen after serving as Princess of Theed, Padmé Naberrie volunteered for the Royal Naboo Security Forces. Becoming one of Queen Rigantona’s handmaidens after impressing Captain Quarsh Panaka with her keen mind, strong will, sharp shot with a blaster and persuasive negotiating skills. But the Blockade of Naboo still happened and the Queen, her handmaidens and staff were able to escape the Trade Federation during Fall of Theed because of the Jedi even if they were still forced to land on Tatooine due damaged hyper drive. As Queen Rigantona did not completely trust the Jedi, she ordered Padmé to accompany Qui-Gon Jinn and report his actions to her, it was here she unknowingly met her future husband in the form of young slave boy by the name of Anakin Skywalker through whom’s actions they were able to obtain a new hyper drive. For next few weeks she would take care of the boy as she promised his mother Shmi and thus got know Anakin quite well.
After the victory over the Trade Federation, Padmé would continue to serve the queen as handmaiden for rest of the monarch’s term as well as a second term after Queen Rigantona was reelected. After this Padmé decided the time was ripe to go into business for herself and began working as mercenary for hire, often function as an respective client’s bodyguard, negotiator, bounty hunter and/or spy depending on the job. She however kept into contact with her fellow handmaidens and former queen, the latter being now known as Senator Eirtaé Rigantona who reached out to Padmé for help during the vote on the Military Creation Act. Which would bring her into contact with Anakin Skywalker again…
Like any proper Nabooan Handmaiden, Padmé stood behind Eirtaé as the blonde talked to Mina Bonteri, the Senator of Onderon and was member of Separatist Senate.
But position she had nice view of the window that looked out over the garden. The very same gardens Ahsoka and Senator Bonteri’s son Lux were the strolling through. Repressing the urge to smile, which would not be proper at all. Still was nice to see her lover’s Padawan act like a teenager rather then a soldier.
The house I’m dogsitting at has a fenced in backyard and yet the dogs have escaped THREE times since I started watching them yesterday afternoon. The first two times some neighbors found them and brought them back, but today they had me running all over my town in 90+ degree heat for an hour looking for them. I found the place they had escaped from yesterday and thought I had sufficiently blockaded it…but apparently not.
The series of circumstances and events that lead to me finding them was fucking miraculous. Thank you Universe. But they’re not getting free reign of the yard again. I tried tying them to a tree but they kept getting all tangled in the rope so now they’re just chilling right next to me on leashes.
I was so worried that the owners would be mad at me and never want to hire me again but they were just so apologetic and offered to pay me more for the trouble. They haven’t gotten out of the yard in 6+ months and they were sure they’d fixed all the places they could have gotten out. So it totally wasn’t my fault, and the neighbors who helped me find them even asked to use my services in the future.
When I found the little turds they were chilling in a giant mud puddle behind the fire house. 😑
Thranduil was tired. Tired of being sick. Tired of no hair. Tired of crying. Tired of being tired. Tired of almost feeling numb until Thorin or Lizzie or Legolas came in. He just wanted to feel himself again.
He sat at his desk taping a pen against the desk his other hand supporting his head. He was penning a letter to Thorin… A letter he hoped he would never have to read; but he wrote it just in case. He wrote one last time too. It had helped ease his anxiety. He was stuck though and he knew it was just a mental blockade built up grief and anger and plain tiredness.
The treatments were never easy and they still didn’t know if this one was operable or not. His hand ran over his bald head. Sighing missing his hair. He felt ugly without it no matter how many times Thorin assured him he wasn’t.
He jumped when the office door opened, quickly tucking the letter away. Forcing a smile on his face but he knew it to be a failed attempt. He was to tired to fake anything right now. “Evening husband,”