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How to make America Great in 16 easy steps

1. I M P E A C H. T R U M P. self explanatory

2. Stop 👏🏾letting 👏🏾billionaires 👏🏾rig 👏🏾elections

Overturn Citizens United, ban campaign contributions and let one voice equal one vote

3. Stop spending 50% of all our tax money on war.

Stop killing civilians in the Middle East, and use the extra trillion dollars to reinvest in the Arab world, America’s urban and rural schools, and make college free.


Refugees and immigrants are usually skilled, open businesses, create innovation and grow the economy. They are also HUMAN BEINGS fleeing war and death and need us to be there for them.

5. Stop putting (black and Latino) kids in prison for nonviolent drug offenses.

Start weakening gangs by legalizing drugs and offering addiction and job training programs.

*bonus: this also greatly reduces gun violence everywhere, especially in large cities*

6. don't👏🏾let👏🏾cops👏🏾get👏🏾away👏🏾with👏🏾shit👏🏾

Put murderers in jail, whether they have a badge or not. Demilitarize police forces, and train officers deescalation tactics. Make sure officers come from the communities they serve. Rebuild trust through human contact with police.

7. end the mass shooting™ Era.

Castrate the NRA. Create an Australia style gun buyback program. Stop letting 14 year olds buy AKs at guns shows. Mandate “safe gun” tech.

*hidden bonus: kindergarteners, churchgoers and the general public will no longer be murdered en masse on a monthly basis. How wacky is that?!?*

8. stop allowing people to go bankrupt because they got sick or hurt

Create a single payer health care system like those in Norway, New Zealand, Japan, the U.K.,
Kuwait, Sweden, Bahrain, Brunei, Canada, the Netherlands, Austria, The UAE, Finland, Slovenia, Denamark, Luxembourg, France, Australia, Ireland, Italy, Portugal, Cyprus, Spain, South Korea, Hong Kong, and Singapore.

9. pay👏🏾women👏🏾the👏🏾same👏🏾amount👏🏾of👏🏾money👏🏾as👏🏾men👏🏾 yea like wtf? It’s 2017. 10. LET WOMEN HAVE CONTROL OVER THEIR OWN BODIES. Again, wtf?!?

11. Don’t let oil and gas companies destroy the Earth for profit.

Implement a carbon tax, and use the money to invest in renewables, and climate change research.

12. Create 25 million jobs, and revive the American Dream.

Spur a National WWII style mobilization to build renewable energy, manufacture electric cars, invest in organic vertical farming, and clean up our polluted oceans, Lakes and rivers.

*secret bonus: this also keeps our kids from having to live in a dystopian hellscape lol*

13. PAY REPARATIONS to African and Native Americans, just like you did to settlers and slaveowners before/after the Civil War.

14. Close Guantanamo bay, and amend the constitution to ban torture

15. Get Involved(cliche but immensely important) protest, call your representatives, and get involved with organizations like moveleft, Indivisible, and Justice Democrats that push for real and radical improvements to our country.

16. Don’t let cynicism and pessimism cloud your judgement.

If you’re reading this right now and thinking; “okay but nahhhhhhh, none of this can happen in America”, your brain is tricking you. Human evolutionary psychology makes it hard for people to envision a future that is radically different from the past or present, but change can happen fast and is often more radical than you expect. Don’t sit on the sidelines and let the future be decided by the likes of Trump, Bannon, and oil companies. speak up. ACT.

and most importantly,


West African schoolgirls take starring role in engineering competition in Senegal

The Pan-African Robotics competition (PARC) in the Senegalese capital Dakar on Saturday reflects the growing consciousness of science education as a top priority for a government growing the economy and getting development off the ground.

Rows of young women from Senegal, The Gambia and Mali distinct in their various uniforms – blue headscarves, black pinafores and white polo shirts – screamed for their teams as robots picked up plastic cones and dropped them onto markers, all adamant they would win.

Senegal’s Mariama-Ba all-girls academy won the high school category for a “made in Africa” pump solution to flooding, and girls were well represented in the winning 11-15 age group on Saturday after showing off their robotics skills.

“Our generation is definitely the one,” said Umu Tarawally, a 14-year-old Gambian who aspires to be a doctor and patiently explained to an assembled audience of dignitaries how groundnut shells could be converted into fuel.

Her friends, she added, were telling her they want to become engineers following a week of robot and tech workshops.

it’s very relaxing

(( @robotmieser , contract, complete~ ))

Nos félicitations, Macron

Emmanuel Macron is the next president of France, defeating his far right rival Marine Le Pen by a comfortable 65.1% to 34.9% (according to a usually reliable vote estimate by pollsters Ispos/Sopra Steria for French state TV and radio and Le Monde). At 39, Macron will become France’s youngest president. He has never held elected office, and just over a year ago his political movement En Marche! did not even exist.

Still, the fact that racist nationalist Le Pen could summon more than a third of the French vote is cause for worry about the future. Xenophobia toward Muslims has played a part. More responsible are widening inequality and mounting job insecurity – coupled with a growing sense that the political-economy is rigged in favor or the privileged and out of touch with average working people.

The French haven’t suffered the same degree of economic stresses as have Americans in recent decades – France’s social safety net is still relatively intact – which may explain why they didn’t elect Le Pen while we elected Trump. But France, like most modern political economic systems, is heading in America’s direction under the guise of business “flexibility” and austerity economics.

My humble advice to Macron: Don’t follow America.

Yale College 1769-1773

Ever wonder exactly how Yale College was at the time of Benjamin Tallmadge and Nathan Hale? Yale College was founded on October 9, 1701 in New Haven, Connecticut where in remains today an Ivy League school. In 1769, the year Tallmadge and Hale began their freshman year, “the western front of the green” faced Yale College’s Connecticut Hall (the main building) which was a three-story, rebrick building built on top of a “spacious and large” cellar. The entire college was three buildings total: the main building (Connecticut Hall), a library and then a church. From this point, one could look to the east and manage a squinting glance of the Long Island Sound and just over the horizon, the Atlantic Ocean.

New Haven was settled in 1638, it thrived with “maritime aesthetics” and deep-seated Christian values (in Connecticut it was illegal not to attend church) and was established by its founders on the principles of “community, education, economics, and… religion.” The thick of the city was Chapel Street. Nathan Hale’s childhood home was sixty miles north from New Haven and was a forty-eight hour travel time by horse. Most students of Yale barely visited home and beyond a visit to the house of the school’s physician Dr. Eneas Munson, the local tavern, or a shopkeeper nearby, the students rarely ventured beyond the surrounding neighborhood and kept most of their socializing confined to campus.

The bustling sea port of New Haven was situated on the “jagged” coastline between Stamford and Saybrook. Merchant there sold mainly sugar, pewter, nails, timber, fishing gear, compases, sextants–coopers and shiphands loitered the docks in search of work with businessmen kept note on coastal offices and warehouses. New York was a half day’s sail south, and Boston farther at a day’s sail north. The harbor prospered and sustained a “growing economy”. The backdrop was a “neatly painted frame houses of many of the town’s influential families.” Yale was but a short walk from the Atlantic Ocean. New Haven housed two Congregational churches and alongside was one Episcopal which also set the tone for Yale’s strict and rigorous Christian curriculum. Tuition to the college was twelve shillings per year, for each child. An amount that Richard Hale (father of Nathan and Enoch Hale) could not afford immediately in cash. In 1769 colonial New England, it was unusual for a household to send even one child to college.  

Benjamin Tallmadge and Nathan Hale both arrived at Yale in the fall of 1769 in the month of September. At the age of twelve, Tallmadge’s father, Reverend Benjamin Tallmadge placed him as a student among others the Reverend was preparing for college. “I had acquired such a knowledge in classical learning, that President Dagget, on a visit to my father,” Tallmadge recalled in his autobiography, “examined and admitted me as qualified to enter college, when I was twelve of thirteen years old.” But, because his father “deemed it improper for me to go to college so young” and therefore “kept me at home until the Autumn of 1769, when I became a member of Yale College.” Fall of 1769, Tallmadge, having just turned fifteen the past February began college life at this age.

Both Enoch and Nathan Hale were prepared for Yale by Dr. Joseph Huntington, who held classes at him home, two miles from the Hale family farm. More they studied under were Jonathan Trumbull Sr.; John Davenport; Timothy Dwight; and Dr. Nathan Strong (a relative from their maternal side). Enoch was fifteen upon arrival in fall of 1769 and younger brother Nathan was a year behind at fourteen.

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The original script of U.S.-Korea relations reads that the United States has always been a friend to South Korea, a friend that has come to its rescue many times: to liberate a country left demoralized by Japanese colonialism, to fight the communist north in the name of freedom and democracy, to rebuild a country left devastated by war, to grow its economy to miraculous proportions, to save its orphans, to marry its women, to take them to the land of opportunity where they are welcomed with open arms and assimilate quickly. This story line of cooperation between the two countries relies on metaphors of familial relations in which the United States is always cast as the dominant male figure—older brother to the Korean military, husband in the interracial romance, and father figure to orphaned children. While many parallels can be drawn between the Korean War and the Vietnam War, Vietnam was an example of the U.S. military’s failed masculinity, whereas the narrative of Korea as a successful rescue mission restores the United States’ dominance int he patriarchal family of nations. In the words of Philadelphia-based reunification activist Sun Yong Park, ‘The American people are used to hearing stories of the bravery of the American military in war. They believe the myth that the Korean War was one of hte most successful actions in American military history and that any atrocities were performed by the communists but not by their own army. This myth has been created by the U.S. Army’s concealing and/or disguising the truth.

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FASTR would ensure that, when taxpayers fund scientific research, they are able to freely access the results of that research.

The government funds research with the expectation that new ideas and discoveries resulting from that research will advance science, stimulate innovation, grow the economy, and improve the lives and welfare of Americans. The Internet makes it possible to advance these goals by providing public online access to federally funded research and has revolutionized information sharing by enabling prompt sharing of the latest advances with every scientist, physician, educator, entrepreneur and citizen.

the-libertarian-transhumanist  asked:

Have you ever considered that when the government injects itself into the economy by mandating public student loans and healthcare, it not only kills off small businesses but also drives premiums and interest rates up due to a lack of competition?

Government mandates for coverage bought from private companies is exactly what drives up costs. The essential part of a capitalistic economy is that all transactions need to be voluntary in order for it to function optimally. 

I am fairly sure those are statements that you agree with. 

I bet our conclusions to that premise is wildly different, though. 

In order for a transaction to be voluntary, it must not be for something necessary to live. A transaction for an essential good is someone literally holding a ransom over one’s life. That is why I support a Universal Basic Income (UBI) and single payer healthcare.

A college education, on the other hand, is a public good and should be treated as such. Many more people benefit from someone attending college than just the person attending. 

I don’t think there is anyone that can argue against lower crime rates, increased governmental economic security without raising taxes and a faster growing economy. 

And that is why we should not have mandates but make college free for everyone.

- @theliberaltony

Okay so I'm gonna leave this here as well

I know that this isn’t a political blog, or even a personal one, but I honestly feel that I need to share my feelings on this. As I type this, my mum sits next to me, saying, “The polls are predicting a Tory landslide,” with palpable horror in her voice, and I honestly feel my heart clench. I am a fourteen year old girl who lives in the UK, and I am truly scared. If the Conservative party wins, which is looking more and more likely, then the outcome for everyone not in the top 5% will be extremely debilitating. Theresa May’s manifesto outlines her plans to remove net neutrality, bring in a horrendous dementia tax (which threatens to seize the houses of care receivers), selling off our NHS assets to private investors, cutting police funding, school funding; in fact, funding for all of our public services, cutting the benefits of disabled people, removing the triple lock on pensions, taking away our human rights, whilst also removing laws against the ivory trade and fox hunting. You can see why I am concerned. The outcome of this election is guaranteed to affect my future, for the rest of my life. The elderly, many of whom will vote for May, had a functioning NHS, had free education, had an adequately funded police force, had affordable housing and a growing economy, had access to secure full time jobs. Doesn’t this generation, and indeed all generation to come, deserve the same opportunities? I am not old enough to vote, but some of you may be. Don’t be idle, don’t be complacent. Don’t think that this election doesn’t affect you. It does. Don’t think that your vote doesn’t count. It does. So get out there. As I type, you have 3 hours and 20 minutes to make a difference. Make it count.


“Crown Princess Mary  speaks to students at Copenhagen Business School (CBS) on February 22, 2017 in Copenhagen, Denmark. The Crown Princes spoke at CBS’s so-called ‘Case Competition Debate2017 - Opportunities in Crisis’. She particularly addressed the issue with women in developing countries and focused upon gender equality as a corner stone in growing the economy and the great resource women represents in this process, but often difficult to realize. In order to integrate women on the labor market employers must understand that women have a dual role, as working within the family as a mother and as a possible wage earner and the more conflicts between these two roles, the more likely would women stay at home, she said.”

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How to Sell a Haunted House

Emmett stood outside of the freshly painted house, keys in hand, waiting for his clients. His smile was sharklike. Not like a great white, but rather, a shark less menacing, but just as, if not moreso aggressive.

You had to be, when it came to selling houses to precious newlyweds, with their precious goldendoodles and their aspirations for raising tiny goblins in a good school district in a safe neighborhood.

Well, Emmett didn’t specialize in neighborhood houses.

A crow cawed down at him, and he glared up at, perched in the large tree in front yard. Soon after, he heard the foretelling thrums of tires rolling over the dirt driveway, kicking up rocks and snapping twigs.

He smiled even wider. It was a picturesque scene of a beautiful, secluded house in the middle of a forest not too far away from town.

“I didn’t realize we were in the boonies!” Mr. Benson called to him as he and his wife got out of their car.

Emmett shook his head. “It’s only twenty minutes to town!”

A lie, but most people speeded along these winding roads anyway.

Mrs. Benson looked up at the house. A fixer upper with potential. Every couple with HGTV fancied themselves a house flippers, nowadays. It made Emmet’s job easier.

“This house,” he announced as they crossed over the threshold, “was originally built in 1838. It was one of the two plantation houses in this county.”

Mr. Benson turned to him while his wife ran her hand over freshly applied wallpaper. “Slaveowners?”

“Not exactly. Quakers,” Emmett glanced around. “They had a community here, and this house is the last of them.”

“I didn’t know there were Quakers in South Carolina, Emmett,” Mrs. Bensen commented. “But, six bedrooms, four baths, right.”

“Everything that you wanted, Mrs. Bensen. The kitchen and bathrooms were updated last fall, ma’am,” Emmett told her. “Let’s go to the kitchen. You know, Betsy Clarence was telling me all about your award winning cobbler.”

She grinned at that, and they stepped into the kitchen. He showed her the stove, the fancy new appliances, everything, when Mr. Bensen went to the iron grate, slightly rusted and firmly set into the wall.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, it’s just part of the air conditioning, sir. There’s a finished basement, so a few grates had to be added around the house.” Emmett told him, standing beside it. “I think it’d be charming to put a little picture frame around it, or maybe paint it to match the walls.”

“It’s cute!” Mrs. Bensen decided. “It’ll be a great conversation piece.”

“The basement is just through that door under the stairs,” he told them. “I’ll be in right after you.”

They quickly flocked to the door, taking delight in the old locks and knobs.

From the grate, Emmet heard excited, hungry whispers. He shushed them, and followed the couple downstairs.

Mr. and Mrs. Bensen were quite disappointed.

“You said it was finished.”

He glanced to the exposed brick, and the dirtied cement floor. “Well,” he told them. “Finished in the sense that you could easily add drywall, or carpeted flooring. Even so, the storage possibilities are amazing. Especially with a growing family.”

“Where are all the grates?” Mrs. Bensen turned, inspecting the dark room, “All I see are high windows.”

“Dusty windows.”

Emmett made a good show of looking around for the grates. “I’m not sure. I do see some vents, up here.”

Normal house vents. Not ancient grates set firmly into walls with no way of closing them.

“There’s most likely a crawl space for the air ducts, between the first floor and the basement,” He told them, “Do you want to see the bedrooms, or we could check out the backyard?”  

The three of them made their way through the backyard, and Mrs. Bensen was falling in love with the old, faded white gazebo. Everything seemed to sparkle after it rained, and she found it all very romantic and dewy.

“So tell us about the previous owner.”

“A recluse novelist,” Emmett replied. “Passed away a year ago with no family to speak of, and the county has possession of the house.”

“That explains the price.”

“Luckily for you two,” he added. “And they’re not going to touch the forest around the property, which is all yours. Ten acres, which you could later sell off, if you’re inclined to.”

Mrs. Bensen grinned at her husband, ambitious as she was. “Let’s see the rest of it, George.”

They went inside, through the back screen door. Emmett felt the vines climbing over the gazebo grab hold of the hem of his slacks.

“Not now,” He whispered, before following the newlyweds inside. “We talked about this.”

“Look at this!” Mrs. Bensen pointed to the little door in one of the bedrooms. She bent down and opened it. “Oh, George! It leads to the other bedroom on the other side!”

“Why would a house have that?” He asked Emmett, looking faintly amused at his wife.

“Oh, chamber pots,” he improvised. “The children would share, so I’m told. The local historical society had a newsletter. Apparently houses all around the county had them.”

“It’s charming, our kids can have secrets and bond.” Mrs. Bensen looked at her husband, blinking her beautiful blue eyes at him.

“And the master bedroom?”

“Oh, the master is the pinnacle. There are two, after all.” Emmett told them with a casual smile. “One is at the top of the turret, and the other is on the opposite end.”

They climbed a nice set of spiral steps, which wrapped up around a ‘sitting area’ for the children. A little circular carpet with two nicely staged.

“I always wanted a bedroom with bay windows.” She told her husband, looking out of them as though she were a queen in a tower. “It’s everything.”

“How will our children get up these stairs, Alice? It’s dangerous.”

“Well, we could just take the master on the other side, and wait for them to get old enough that we could trust them up here.”

“It could be a reading nook until then,” Emmett suggested, looking at the empty wall. “Could you imagine bookshelves installed against the walls?” He held out his hands. “And a nice chandelier at the top? Or maybe a poker table in the center of the room and a bar against this wall?”

Mr. Bennett grinned. Every straight man desired a ‘man cave’. He was not unlike any other married man that Emmett showed a house too.

The floorboards creaked under them as they walked to the other side of the house. “This master is in the oldest part of the house. There were multiple constructions, when it comes to houses like these.”

They entered into the master bedroom, with faded cream-colored walls and hardwood. Mr. Bensen made a face at the antique carpet, a dark red and brown affair.

“What are all these symbols?”

Emmett looked down at the satanic runes, and glared at them, just so they’d stop shifting around the weave. “I think those are just designs, Mr. Bensen. The historical society told me this carpet is one-hundred and fifty years old.”

“It smells like dust,” Mrs. Bensen replied. “We’ll have to get rid of it.”

Still, she looked around the spacious room, at the exposed crossbeams above her, and then looked out the window. “What’s that, Emmett?”

“What’s what?” He went over to her, and looked out the window at the tree line, where a small group of crows were gathering in the yard.

“I believe those are birds.” He commented, trying to mask his annoyed tone. It could never be easy with these kinds of houses.

“Crows,” She corrected him. “You don’t think they’ll be a problem with little dogs, will you?”

“I doubt it,” he said. “They’re highly intelligent birds, and will remember you if you’re mean to them. They’ll leave you alone if you leave them alone, I’m sure.”

It was then that one immediately flew into the window, directly at Mrs. Bensen’s powdered face, and slammed into the glass. She startled backwards into an unperturbed Emmett, who caught her politely. They laughed it away, which was a good sign.

“It’s too good to be true.” Mr. Bensen finally told the real estate agent at the end of the tour. “What’s the catch?”

Emmett pursed his lips. “Well, it’s a low price. The garden is significantly overgrown, the driveway is narrow, and it’s a drive into town. But, the truth is, it has everything on your list and it’s a great investment in your future. The property value is only set to appreciate as the county’s economy grows.”

“So you’re saying we should buy this house.”

“I’m saying,” he clarified, “That in twenty years, people will be begging you to buy this land off for development at double or triple the value.”

That was enough for the Bensens.

“I can get the paperwork to you by Friday,” he told them eagerly, shaking both of their hands. “I’m going to go back inside and settle it with the county office.”

And so, the newlyweds left, driving away in their rickety sedan. Emmett let out a small breath and went back inside, locking the door behind him. He made his way to the kitchen where the one phone in the house was installed, and called the property manager.

He felt cold hands curl around his waist as he spoke on the phone, relaying the good news. Finally, someone who was eager to buy this house. It really was a steal, after all. It should have sold sooner. Sharp teeth nibbled at his ears.

Hanging up, he turned to the man, who was smiling at him widely, his teeth appearing sharp for just a moment. His eyes were too wolflike, but he blinked, and they were the same eyes that Emmett gave his soul away to. Handsome and mischievous.

They said that only devils worked in real estate. That was false. The devil only dated men who worked in real estate.

“I take it I did alright?”

“You,” He pressed hot lips into Emmett’s forehead, “were perfect. Hell, I think you could even sell me a house like this.”

Emmett smiled at his boyfriend, but shook his head. “I don’t think I could sell this house to someone with half a brain. You don’t make it easy.”

“That’s what so fun about it,” He wrapped his arm around Emmett. “Let’s pick up the paperwork and get dinner.”

And then, he allowed his partner to lead him out of the house, though the house seemed rather disappointed to see Emmett go. After all, he was their real estate agent.


Saparmurat Atayevich Niyazov (Turkmen: Saparmyrat Ataýewiç Nyýazow, Сапармырат Атайевич Ныязов; 19 February 1940 – 21 December 2006) was a Turkmen politician who served as the leader of Turkmenistan from 1985 until his death in 2006. He was First Secretary of the Turkmen Communist Party from 1985 until 1991 and continued to lead Turkmenistan for 15 years after independence from the Soviet Union in 1991.

Turkmen media referred to him using the title “His Excellency Saparmurat Türkmenbaşy, President of Turkmenistan and Chairman of the Cabinet of Ministers”.[citation needed] His self-given title Türkmenbaşy, meaning Head of the Turkmen, referred to his position as the founder and president of the Association of Turkmens of the World.[2]

Niyazov became president at the transition of Turkmenistan from a Soviet republic to an independent state. His presidency was characterized by an initial crumbling of the centralized Soviet model that in many respects was unsuited to function as a separate entity; also, there were large amounts of foreign income from gas and petroleum reserves (approximately $2–4 billion as of 2005).

Niyazov became a substitute for the vacuum left by the downfall of the communist system, with his image replacing those of Marx and Lenin. He renamed the town of Krasnovodsk “Turkmenbashi” after himself, and renamed schools, airports and even a meteorite after himself and members of his family. His many, sometimes erratic decrees, and the doting actions of the official Turkmen media gave rise to the clear appearance of a cult of personality. The eccentric nature of some of his decrees, and the vast number of images of the president led to the perception, especially in western countries, of a despotic leader, rich on oil wealth glorifying himself whilst the population gained no benefit.

Turkmenistan has the second-largest oil reserves in the former Soviet Union, generating high revenue for the state. The government has used central planning, such as state control of production and procurement, direct bank credits with low interest rates, exchange rate restrictions, and price controls, since it existed as a Republic within the U.S.S.R.[8]

In the years following independence, Turkmenistan invested heavily in plants and machinery in an attempt to convert it from being primarily a supplier of petroleum to a more advanced economy; such investments included oil refineries and a polyethylene plant. In an interview with Rossiyskaya Gazeta newspaper, Niyazov claimed that Turkmenistan was able to process 85% of its domestic output. Additionally, numerous petroleum transportation projects were completed such as a pipeline from the Korpedje field to Kort-Koi in Iran.

In 1991, Niyazov’s government put forth a decree granting “the free use of water, gas and electricity and refined salt by the people of Turkmenistan for ten years”;[2] when the decree expired, he extended it to 2020.

Turkmenistan is one of the world’s fastest-growing economies.

anonymous asked:

The Nazi government was one of the least sustainable in history, and lost so badly that its Fuhrer killed himself in shame, and then his ashes were presumably flushed down a toilet. National Socailism doesnt exist anymore, and youre like the Wehrmact soldiers who died for a lost cause. Weak nation run by weak men. Even the Soviets somehow lasted longer than Nazis. Weaker than communists you folks are.

Okay, this one is funny to me. Because first off, Do you know how much improved under leadership of Adolf Hitler? Crime was eliminated, he brought brought back jobs for the people and got Germany out of a depression, provided housing units for the workers, fast growing economy, free healthcare and financial support to mothers expecting, 40 hour work week..

Germany was the strongest and most efficient nation back in the day and you’re telling me that the Nazi government was the least sustainable?

Now, as for National Socialism.. it still exists today because people continue to believe in it. If people continue to believe in National Socialism, it will continue to be alive.

It was a strong nation led by strong men and Hitler did not kill himself “in shame” but he would rather die by the ones he was familiar and trusted and loved by than die in the hands of the Allies if they were to get a hold of him. And that is exactly what he did.

Associations of Azeroth: Harboson Company, Investing in Others for Success

By Risri Elthron

Tucked into a corner on the canal side of the Trade District is the Medical Supply store “The Vital Spice” owned and operated by Harboson Company. The Royal Courier spent some time with the owner Elstine Harboson and members of his organization to learn more about the growing business that is looking to aid with economic growth throughout the Alliance.

Entering The Vital Spice, one can see the meticulous care and detail put into organizing and maintaining the medical supply shop. The store itself is covered in plants hanging from the ceiling in various stages of the drying process - the air being influenced by the sage, mint, thyme, basil, and dozens of other herbs and flowers. The counter wielding small boxes, opened to reveal different quality bandages and medical supplies. Operated by three of Harboson Company’s employees, the store open on Saturday evenings selling and taking orders for supplies from individuals and other organizations.

Employing approximately twenty-five individuals, Harboson Company is more than just the proprietor of a shop. The company is a legal fighting force for hire, contracting out to any who wish the support of their elite team. In addition to the contract work, Harboson Company is an investment and trading organization. They look for business opportunities to help support and grow the Alliance economy.  Owner Elstine Harboson detailed their interest in investment as looking for opportunities to support new or struggling businesses. “Someone that is just interested in owning their own business, or just wants to sell products. We’re very liberal and freeing; our newest client for example only provides us with ten percent of their income and some various trading restrictions when and where necessary; otherwise the store is theirs and we just help promote them and better their business.”

The well-structured family-owned company has both a merchant and soldier branch, with individuals encouraged to develop in their own skills and follow the path suited best for their interests. “The Soldiering Branch is fairly standard, a Bloodsworn acts as a General of sorts, below that is the Captains of a squad, and within that squad are members of the professional paid soldiers. – On the other spectrum we have the Viceroy who’s one simple purpose is to keep the coin flowing and expanding. Below that we have the store owners, merchants, entrepreneurs and so forth - then their employees,” Harboson explained.

 Moving up within the organization is based on merit, as Mr. Harboson explained, “We promote based on ambition and willingness to better oneself, learn, and of course lead. Everyone we have in a leadership position has been with us for a long time and served in the field - battlefield or otherwise. I can’t say we really have a checklist; it’s more we present the need for ‘blank’ position to be filled and see who steps up; we don’t hold hands.”

The individuals best suited to working with the company are those who are not only hard workers but also, as Mr. Harboson described “ambitious, curious - rather than loyal, and dormant. Our end goal is to create leaders that in turn expand the business - we do well when our employees do well. So they need to have a desire to grow and better themselves, really just that burning passion to be something more.”

New employees are given a trial period to find their way within the organization. Once the trial is successfully passed, the individual is given the Harboson Contract to cement their employment within the organization, “The contract is there in favor of the employee rather than the employer; we provided monthly pay, plus a signing bonus to last you to the first pay check. Training for the work place was given for free, health insurance to pay for any medical bills within reason and that happened in service, and then of course life insurance that provided a severance pay to your family should the worse come. As we’ve grown and adapted into much more than just a Company that works primarily with professional mercenaries however, we’ve looked recently to editing the contract with updated terms.”

Joining in the discussion were Elstine’s wife Scassira, Varro Balisteri and Jarisleif, members of the Soldiering branch, and Ms. Caeliam Flamboisia. Each of the members described an organization that was professional, yet full of camaraderie that gives each of them a sense of purpose larger than themselves.

Scassira shared her thoughts on the organization, “Best, I would say is the way we do approach the other organizations such as the Guard or the like. Offering donations of product, securing business trades and deals. Ensuring our military is supplied and well nourished with medicinal items. It is a feel-good thing, I would say. As for worst, the chaos that can accompany such things as securing those deals. That includes many meetings and a long paper trail, but none of which cannot be managed. Simply tedious work, you see.“

Caeliam Flamboisia who joined the company in late January spoke of her role and her thoughts in a kind voice that reiterated her words, “I help the other when they need help of a mage for anything… and because I did want to be stronger for everyone. The best part is to work with a nice company, I must say that we do have many good person here and kind people.”

Jarisleif, another longer term member and main herald for the shop, complained good-naturedly about the lack of permission to swear but that it was made up for in his opportunities to bash heads when an employee was in trouble, “ I usually just clobber things and yell in the streets to keep people coming in the shop. Best part is that Employees always get in trouble somehow so you always have an excuse to fight. Worst part is that I cannot swear whenever I want.”

Varro Balisteri, a new member, shared his specialty and his thoughts on being a part of the company, “I have a heavy hammer that tends to land on the heads of those that disrupt business ordeals. I am looking forward to my signing-on bonus. The worst bits would be…we have an -awful- time 'camping.'”

While not all the employees were available, the sense of the spirit of the organization could be felt in the room as we spoke for more than an hour. A strong proponent of working hard and achieving your potential, Harboson Company is an organization serving all of the Alliance with integrity and honor. Stop by the shop next Wednesday evening for your medical supply needs and if you’re interested in a job, speak with one of the employees for your opportunity!

(OOC:  The group is focused on realistic roleplay.  A lore friendly, and heavy roleplay guild, Harboson Company does not discriminate on roleplay experience. Elstine expressed his passion for helping new roleplayers “I also really want to stress a huge passion of mine is working with new RPers; so you don’t necessarily have to be highly skilled to join; I’ve also taught several ESL folks, like Deccius the Brazilian; and of course. I’ve helped Cae out a little too - she’s French, but I’ve dozens of RP students, a few in the guild with us.”  

Caeliam a non-native English speaker reiterated that love of the guild and its guild leader, “El is a really good teacher and I have improve a lot with him helping me!”

Elstine shared what he looks for with new members “I’m very particular with my members; we do very extensive interviews OOCly - personally I think it’s way more important to have decent people OOCly than anything else. We want a family in guild, we wall want to be close, and to have a good time - and I think we have that, especially now. I think we’re all really inclusive, open-minded, but also willing to work; a guild is a lot of work especially a decent one - it can’t be a free ride for everyone. Some things have to be done. In short: patient, ambitious/self-starter, eager, friendly, not vindictive/egotistical.”

Varro added, “I think the major attraction to this guild is the change of pace it provides from the typical 'mercenary’ guild.”

Elstine was thoughtful about the type of roleplay that is important to him, “I think it’s important, and I try to stress it a lot that a lot of people can take it as… Elitism with our style of RP; and to a degree there are plenty of groups that do kinda turn their noses up. We try to act different in that as mentioned, we help new roleplayers out where we can, and try to offer assistance and just generally be welcoming to new folks on the server; it’s our community, our neighborhood - we need to take care of it, not try to scare people out.  really that’s kinda our selling point; I think to most of these guys they were looking for that intense, realistic/logical combat, or that non-handholding feeling on the business side. We really want you to go out and take a dive into things, learn things, and expand not only as a character but OOCly. – I think the combat is a big draw for people though, as well as the general theme and I’d say… Extremism of the guild when it comes to business. Like, we have a legit document for the employee contracts, and business contracts - we have an orientation guide for new members that acts like an orientation guide that you’d get on your first day of work.”

Scassira added, “I have been told the 'selling point’ for us is the immersive feel and realism by several people.”

Varro spoke of his experiences, while still new on this particular character, he had been a member previously and rejoined when he found a character that fit better within the structure of Harboson Company, “Well. As Elstine said earlier, there is an emphasis on realism. At least to a degree. That on top of the actual business that is being run in the background? It’s nice. Most guilds usually hire 'mercenaries’ to beat people up in taverns and get drunk. There is an air of professionalism to Harboson.”

Elstine added, “I think the dedication of the leadership helps out alot too; so many guilds just roll over that have good ideas and concepts, but the leadership isn’t there. We’ve tried and tested leaders, I’ve been leading guilds since BC - and all our leaders have been in leadership positions, or are just hard workers.”

 The members of Harboson Company were such a pleasure to speak with. Thank you to the members who participated. If you are looking for guild focused on realistic roleplay reach out to Elstine, Scassira or Tideguard to talk about how you could fit.)

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