house of governor

I know none of this is new or revelatory but what I’m really feeling a lot of frustration around left wing hot takes that seem to operate on a couple of bad working assumptions:

That right wing extremists primary goals are physical intimidation and the best (only?) way to combat right wing extremists is through street brawling.  And I know that a lot of this is reasonable push-back against “fight hate with hate” nonsense and also the reasonable need to find some fucking joy in some fucking thing like watching Richard Spencer get clocked…but still…there’s started to be the sense that if we all could just get the balls to punch more Nazis, we’d solve the problem and not one of us needs to worry about optics.   What’s disturbing about this  is that it assumes that these people have almost no political power.

The other is that the primary political barrier we are dealing with is the cowardice or complacency of liberals. What’s disturbing about this is that it assumes that, say, centrist wall street democrats have a great deal of political power.  For example, saying that “liberals were happy to let Flint have poisoned water” is an insane statement because, what liberals? Michigan democrats have small minorities in both state houses, the governor is Republican and the liberals who would normally have run Flint’s city government were replaced by an un-elected emergency manager appointed by the (white) Republican governor specifically to deny the (black) liberals any power to control what happened in their city.

Now, if the argument is that “centrist democrats” killed single payer in 2009 then that’s kind of valid because Ben Nelson and Joe Lieberman did, in fact, fuck us in different ways.  But neither of them are in office now and both of them were far to the right of the mainstream democratic party.   And anyway,  it’s 2017 now and the democratic party controls not one single branch of government so I’m pretty sure there’s a force more powerful than Corey Booker’s affection for charter schools that is destroying the world. 

And again, none of this is revelatory…but….it keeps happening and it scares me.  And I”m not sure why it’s happening but maybe a well-intentioned denial that there are sober adults in suits pushing neo-nazi ideology through the very practical strategy of government policy and you can’t punch them. 

Miracle - Jack Imagine

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Jack x Reader


~(Y/N)’s pov~

I sneak up behind some wall and look around the corner. I see that everything is clear so I quickly run to the gate that leads to the house of the governor. He and his daughter are out of town today so my captain sent me on a mission to borrow some of their stuffs. Alright, to steal. But hey, what were you expecting? I’m a pirate, that’s what we do. And my captain is actually my boyfriend, Captain Jack Sparrow. 

I take my knife out and break the gate’s lock. I look around to see if the noise disturbed someone. There’s no one on the street and no lights are on in the house so I open the gate and enter. I do the same with the house doors and quietly I enter the house. My knife is still in my hand just in case some guards show up. I go down the hall and on the end of it I see one standing on my left with his back turned to me. I sneak behind him slowly, taking a vase in the process. I hit him on the back of his head with the vase and he falls unconscious on the ground.

“Sorry mate, nothing personal.” I say leaving the vase on the small table. Then I look around the house, taking one more guard down, and then I finally found the room I was looking for. I can’t believe that governor’s house has only two guards at night, especially when he’s not home. I take the bag out of my pocket and spread it, then I start throwing all kinds of gold stuff in it, watches, necklaces, bracelets, everything I could find. Then I hear some voices downstairs and I look behind myself quickly. 

“Someone’s already here.” I hear someone yell. This is another group of pirates, well they are obviously not good at sneaking around when they are yelling.

“Shit.” I curse under my breath and drop the bag under the table. They are still downstairs so I run out of the room and try to find some place to hide. I open the door and see a middle sized room, I step into it and close the doors behind me locking them. After a few steeps I turn around thinking of a place to hide and then I see a metal bar in front of the top of the doors. 

“What’s a purpose of that?” I whisper. Then a moonlight gives me my answer. There’s a hole that leads somewhere right above the doors. My eyes light up and I take a chair and put it next to the wardrobe. I climb on top of it, it’s not too far away from the whole. I crawl to the end of the closet and then I look down. I can do this. I take a deep breath and look in front of myself. I jump and catch the bar, accidentally kicking the doors in the process.

“Son of a…” I say and push myself up. I manage to climb into the hole and I look into it, there’s nothing in it. 

“What the…why would they have something like this if they’re not using it?” The rich people are so weird. I would keep the rum here, and no one could find it, probably. The voices break my thoughts and I turn around. 

“I heard something behind these doors.” Someone says and I curse again. I think of a plan right away, I know that they’ll try to come in. The moonlight is shining so there is a possibility that they will see me. The only way out for me is to fight. So I reach to the bar in an instant I heard them turning the knob. After a few times of them hitting the door they finally managed to break the doors. I push my legs and I make a flip, my hands still clutching the bar. I hit one pirate in the chest and he falls on the ground, I jump down and turn around quickly, taking my sword out. 

“Woah, look what we have here.” One, awfully ugly pirate says, “What are you doing here sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” I snap and he laughs pointing his sword at me.

“You must be really brave, standing up to a pirate.” He grins showing his ugly, black teeth.

“You must be really stupid, I’m a pirate myself.” I say back and then he figures it out.

“Ooh, who sent you princess?” That’s it. I swing my sword at him and he blocks my strike, in a few quick motions I take him down and look up just in time to see five pirates coming into the room. 

“Well shit.” I whisper taking a few steps back.

“Who sent you here?” One asks me but I stay quiet. They start to make a circle around me but I stand next to a wall so they couldn’t step behind me.

“She’s not gonna talk.” The other points out.

“Damn right I won’t.” I sass back and I can see that they’ve got quite impatient. The first one attacks me and I block him, but before I could do something else I felt a strong pain in my thigh and I feel down. I look down and see a bullet in my thigh, looking up I see the second one pointing his gun at me. I wanted to stand up and fight again but something hard hit me in the head and everything went black.

—————

I wake up and open my eyes slowly. I try to move my hands but I can’t. That woke me up in a second, I look down and see that my hands are tied to a chair I’m sitting in, my legs too. Then I look around and see that I’m in some kind of a old basement. How the hell did I get here?

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. Little princess woke up.” And then I remember everything.

“Where am I?” I ask him and he laughs. Three more guys came into the room too, and they started laughing with him.

“Patience honey, patience.” He says leaning on my chair, his face right in front of mine.

“Don’t. Call. Me. Honey.” I say angrily. He laughs again and I want to pass out because of his bad breath.

“You know, you could use some mint candies.” I say and he stops laughing. He slaps me in the face and I glare at him.

“Who sent you in the governor’s house?” He asks but I don’t say a word, “I’m going to ask you nicely, one more time. Who sent you in the governor’s house?” Nothing. No answer. 

“Boulders!” He yells and then a huge guy comes into the room caring a bottle in his hand. 

“Here you go.” He says handing the bottle to the guy who slapped me. He grabs my chin and the other guy comes behind me, pulling my hair. The first one hits me in my wounded thigh and I scream, in that moment he pours the liquid in my mouth but before I could spit it out the other one tied a cloth around my head, covering my mouth, so I couldn’t. There’s no other choice for me than to swallow it, I try not to, I try really hard, but I swallowed half of it. 

“Let’s go guys.” He says and they turn around to leave, but someone opens the doors and a crew of pirates run into the room, they start to fight with the pirates who kidnapped me and then Jack runs into the room.

“Y/N!” He yells when he saw me and he quickly runs towards me. He removes the cloth from my mouth and I spit out the rest of the liquid. I cough a few times while he unties my hands and legs, I look up and see that Jack’s crew killed those bastards.

“Y/N, how are you?” Jack asks me. I wanted to answer him and tell him I’m fine, but I passed out.


~Jack’s pov~

It’s been a week since Y/N passed out right into my arms. I’ve taken her back to the Black Pearl, and I never left her side, not one minute. She hasn’t even moved an inch. I’ve never been this worried in my entire life. Y/N was always there for me and she was always my light in every situation. This is all my fault. I sent her to that house, if I haven’t this wouldn’t happened. She wouldn’t took a bullet in her leg and she wouldn’t be lying here unconscious. Would she even survive?

“Jack.” I hear someone says and I turn around. I see Mr. Gibbs standing there.

“Yes?” I ask and he comes to sit on the chair next to mine.

“She’s gonna be fine. She’s a strong girl.” He says and I look at her. She looks so pale.

“What if she doesn’t make it?” I ask, my voice breaking.

“She will.” Another voice says and I look up. Almost the whole crew is standing at my doors.

“She’s the best pirate we have, and the strongest. She’s gonna make it.” 

“She survived many things, she’ll survive this too.” They try to reassure me and I smile a little. She really is a miracle, many things have tried to break her down but she was just getting stronger. 

“Take us to Tia Dalma.” I say and someone gasps, “Now.”

“You heard him! Let’s go!” Mr. Gibbs shouts and they all run out. Tia Dalma is the only one who can help Y/N now. I’m not going to let the love of my life die without a fight. I sit next to her on my bed and remove a strand of hair from her face. I kiss her forehead.

“You will be fine, my love.” I whisper. 

—————

“Will you make it?” I ask Tia Dalma and she looks at me. 

“We’ll see.” She replies pushing me out of the room, closing the curtains.

After fifteen minutes she comes out and I stand up quickly.

“Jack. I don’ think there’s anything I can do to save her.” She says and I feel my heart breaking into million pieces. 

“No, no, there must be something you can do. You can’t let her die, do you know how much I love her?!” I say, tears welling up in my eyes. 

“There’s…” 

“Jack?” A soft voice cut of Tia Dalma’s and I look over her shoulder. My heart starts beating faster when I saw her standing there. She looked more beautiful than ever.

“Y/N.” I whisper and push past Tia Dalma to hug her. I hug her tightly and she returns it.

“I’m so sorry…” She says and I shush her. I just want to hold her. 

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be sorry, I’m never leaving you alone again. I’m going to be by your side forever. I was so scared.” I say and she hugs me tighter.

“This is a miracle. I thought that you are not going to make it.” Tia Dalma says and we pull away from each other. I look into Y/N’s beautiful eyes and I smile.

“You are my miracle. I love you so much.” I say and she smiles back. God I missed that smile so much.

“I love you too Jack.” She says back and I kiss her. I’m never letting her out of my sight again. I have never been so scared in my life. I realized she is my life, and I’m the most happiest guy to have her, my love.


~Alex

Berenice Abbott     James Joyce, Paris     1926


“…they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”  James Joyce, “Ulysses”  1922


Happy Bloom’s Day, everyone.

For real though I don’t get the thought process behind “the resistance”, as the liberal opposition to fascism has so hilariously labeled itself (obviously thinking of themselves as, idk, the fucking Rebel Alliance or some shit because Christ knows these mooks can’t conceptualize actual revolutionary politics). Like, we’re gonna resist fascism by advocating the same econopolitical order that gave rise to it. And day-to-day we’re gonna take our marching orders from the Democrats, who have thoroughly lost over the last eight years (around 900 state legislature seats and 30 chambers, 70 seats across both houses of Congress, 11 governors, SCOTUS, and now POTUS to Donald fucking Trump of all people who ran such an awful campaign that there was honest speculation he was trying to lose), and who are taking their playbook on resisting a fascist regime from Vichy France. And to advance that agenda we’re gonna use the same failed tactics of “peaceful protest”, trying to debate fascism to death, and hugging cops that have gotten us precisely nowhere for all of living memory.

Like…did none of y’all play Far Cry 3? Because Vaas has some choice speeches for you about the definition of insanity.

This is our dream, this is the desire we cherish in our hearts: to restore the honor of the woman, who is half of our heart, our companion in the joys and tribulations of life.  If she is a maiden, the young man should love her not only because of her beauty and her amiable character, but also on account of her fortitude of mind and loftiness of purpose, which quicken and elevate the feeble and timid and ward off all vain thoughts.  

Let the maiden be the pride of her country and command respect, because it is a common practice on the part of Spaniards and friars here who have returned from the Islands to speak of the Filipina as complaisant and ignorant, as if all should be thrown into the same class because of the missteps of a few, and as if women of weak character did not exist in other lands…

Why does the girl not require of her lover a noble and honored name, a manly heart offering protection to her weakness, and a high spirit incapable of being satisfied with engendering slaves?  Let her discard all fear, let her behave nobly and not deliver her youth to the weak and faint-hearted.

When she is married, she must aid her husband, inspire him with courage, share his perils, refrain from causing him worry and sweeten his moments of affection, always remembering that there is no grief that a brave heart can not bear and there is no bitterer inheritance than that of infamy and slavery.  

Open your children’s eyes so that they may jealously guard their honor, love their fellowmen and their native land, and do their duty. Always impress upon them they must prefer dying with honor to living in dishonor.  The women of Sparta should serve you as an example in this.

— 

Jose Rizal, Letter to the Young Women of Malolos, December 12, 1888. 

Originally written in Tagalog and published in La Solidaridad, Rizal addressed this letter of encouragement and high praise to the Filipina women in Malolos who bravely petitioned Governor General Valeriano Weyler to open a “night school” for them. This was, despite the great resistance of the Spanish friars in Malolos. Numerous attempts at education were shut down by authorities. But at the time, the women heard of the news that the Spanish Governor General was in Malolos for a short visit, and immediately, these women organized themselves, went to the house where the Governor-General was (to his and the friars’ surprise), and handed to him themselves their petition. 

When Rizal heard of the news, he immediately wrote this letter to them.

Even when the school was granted and was eventually closed again, this group of women made waves–some eventually joined the Katipunan, and many of them joined the first Philippine Red Cross in the First Philippine Republic. Some of them lived on and established local feminist organizations that paved the way for the championing of women’s rights in the Philippines during the American Colonial Period and the eventual passage of the women’s suffrage during the Commonwealth.

The musical docu-drama Ang Kababaihan ng Malolos (2014), directed by Kiri Dalena and Sari Raissa Lluch Dalena with screenplay by Nicanor Tiongson, was dedicated to them.

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An excerpt from Molly Bloom’s Soliloquy - Episode 18 - Penelope - The ending of Ulysses by James Joyce - Read by Marcella Riordan:

God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

The Walking Dead Characters Sorted into Hogwarts Houses

In honour of the incredibly long TWD hiatus, we will be posting TWD related posts every Sunday. This week, we have chosen to sort the characters into Hogwarts Houses. Enjoy, and follow us for weekly TWD posts.

Gryffindor

“You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart”
— The Sorting Hat, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone   Rick Grimes

Despite what says, our main dude definitely possess every quality for Gryffindor. He is brave, courageous, and chivalrous. Though one may argue that he is going down a dark path due to recent events, which will be very interesting to watch next season. However, he will pick himself up and get his shit together because he is Rick Grimes.  Daryl Dixon

This redneck might look tough on the outside, but on the inside he is a brave and courageous guy who would go great lengths to protect the people he loves. Maybe failing to do so sometimes (like, I don’t know, Beth Greene), but he is always brave and daring.


Glenn Rhee

With his quick brain and sharp skills, Glenn is a good candidate for Ravenclaw. However, his bravery knows no bounds. Always willing to be the hero, going on runs, protecting his friends and even being lowered into a zombie-infested well, we can conclude that Glenn is fucking courageous.

Michonne

Our favourite katana wielding samurai represents everything a lion does. She is so brave and an absolute badass. She stays true to her morals and saves everyone’s ass a million times. I honestly think Michonne (MichOWN) is the epitome of Gryffindor.  
Carl Grimes

Much like his father, Carl has every quality a proper Gryffindor possess. He is brave and chivalrous. He might have a streak of Slytherin in him, shooting that kid in from Woodbury, but in the end he stays true to his moral goodness and tries to save that poor glasses guy in the finale, AND he stayed in the house. 

  Hufflepuff

“You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,
And unafraid of toil.”
— The Sorting Hat, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

Beth Greene

Beth has all of the characteristics of a hufflepuff: kind, caring and incredibly loyal. She has a gentle nature as she is shown often taking care of Judith, back in the prison She showed optimism after the death of her father and the destruction of the prison, and was even able to bring hope to Daryl. Wherever the hell she is now, I’m sure she is still giving the middle finger to the fucked up, walker ridden world.
T-Dog


He was loyal to the very end. He wanted to go back for Merle even after Merle tried to kill him.  T-Dog was a man who would die nine times over protecting his group. Ironically, that’s exactly what he ended up doing. Him throwing himself into the herd of zombies to protect Carol was the first indicator season 3 would not be a fun ride.

Dale


He was one of the only characters who kept his decency after the world went to shit. His compassion showed when he risked his life for Andrea, saying if she wouldn’t evacuate the exploding CDC, neither would he. After that, he, adorably, wouldn’t let a slightly suicidal Andrea be near a gun. He pleaded with the group to spare Randal’s life, and he ended up dying in that episode instead. A great life lesson right there, don’t stand up for your morals kids, or you’ll be next to die.
  Ravenclaw

“Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.”
— The Sorting Hat, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

Herschel Greene


Of course Herschel is a ravenclaw, he’s a freaking doctor. But it’s more than that. He is the wise owl, the mentor, the confidante and the peacekeeper. He uses his knowledge of the world to guide the prison group and he would have made an excellent ravenclaw. In short, he was everything to the group. That is, until he wasn’t. But even in the final seconds before his death, his eyes showed wisdom and pride. And them the governor beheaded him. That dick. Maggie Greene


A suprising choice for Maggie perhaps, but after all, she is Hershel’s daughter. One wise thing Maggie did was find a partner in this messed up world. From the very beginning, she took a liking to Glenn, and the rest was history. Because the smart know that through times like this, you can’t go it alone. Plus, she used the walkers’ blood to leave messages for Glenn telling him to go to Terminus. How genius is that? You might be wondering, why so many Gryffindor and so few Ranvenclaw? Well it’s a zombie apocalypse for fuck’s sake and oftentimes, extreme wit is not going to stab a walker in the head. Being brave is not optional anymore. Slytherin

"Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.”
— The Sorting Hat, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

  Carol Peletier

  Of course she’s a Slytherin. This woman is ambitious and would do anything, no matter how dark the deed is, to save everyone. She doesn’t believe in morals in the apocalypse, and is intent on just surviving, even teaching young kids to wield a knife and be tough. Now these kids aren’t gonna grow up to be adorable pooky-bears, are they? Shane Walsh 

Oh, Shane. Shane fricken Walsh. This guy would do anything, anything, even attempt to murder his best friend just because he wanted to be with the woman he was in love with (great choice, by the way). He would go to great lengths to get what he wants and fulfill his dreams. We saw him kill Otis, a completely innocent man, to save Carl. And we also saw his attempted murder at Rick. Now, that’s Slytherin. The Governor

Mr. Phillip Blake, one-eyed. Imagine how this guy would look like standing next to Snape. Both have some similar traits too. Being hurt from past life events and hurting others out of anger and a bit of a psycho problem. Our favourite pirate is determined to achieve anything, taking over the prison and getting his sweet revenge. The governor is cunning and sly, being able to convince a whole group of people to take over a prison for him, very Slytherin, I think Draco could learn a thing or two from him.   Agree with our choices? Reblog and tell us what you think. And follow for more TWD posts :)
The arrival of Lafayette at Boston produced the liveliest sensation, which was entirely owing to his own popularity, for no one yet knew what he had obtained for the United States. Every person ran to the shore; he was received with the loudest acclamations, and carried in triumph to the house of Governor Hancock, from whence, he would set out for head-quarters.
—  Lafayette in his memoirs
Bloomsday -- excerpts from 'Ulysses' by James Joyce

today is Bloomsday

close to 100 years ago, James Joyce wrote an 800 page novel called Ulysses

everything in Ulysses happens on June 16, 1904

this is an excerpt where the main character, Leopold Bloom, thinks about the day he got his wife pregnant (“cease to do evil” is the motto inscribed on the wall of a nearby prison):

Must have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window, watching the two dogs at it by the wall of the cease to do evil.   And the sergeant grinning up.  She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched.  Give us a touch, Poldy.   God, I’m dying for it.  How life begins.
–pg 88

this is a long sentence:  

Universally that person’s acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind’s ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperty of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent continuance which of evils the original if it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of omnipollent nature’s incorrupted benefaction.
–pg 377

this is an excerpt where another main character, Stephen Dedalus, walks along the beach, thinking about a drowned man who he read about in the newspaper that morning:

Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and swam reluctant arms, hissing up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.   Day by day: night by night: lifted, flooded and let fall.  Lord, they are weary: and, whispered to, they sigh.   Saint Ambrose heard it, sight of leaves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their times,diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit.   To no end gathered: vainly then released, forth flowing, wending back: loom of the moon.  Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.

Five fathoms out there.  Full fathom five thy father lies.   At once he said.  Found drowned.  High water at Dublin bar.  Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells.   A corpse rising saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing landward, a pace a pace a porpoise.  There he is.  Hook it quick.  Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor.  We have him.  Easy now.
–pg 50

this is an excerpt where Mr. Bloom walks around a cemetery after a friend’s funeral:

How many!  All these here once walked round Dublin.   Faithful departed.  As you are now so once were we.

Besides how could you remember everybody?  Eyes, walk, voice.   Well, the voice, yes: gramophone.  Have a gramophone in the very grave or keep it in the house.  After dinner on a Sunday.   Put on poor old greatgrandfather Kraahraark! Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeragain hellohello amarawf kopthsth.  Remind you of the voice like the photograph reminds you of the face.  
–pg 112

this is a cat: 

Mrkgnao!
–pg 55

this is a man yawning:

Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!
–pg 175

these are some church bells:

Heigho!  Heigho!
Heigho!  Heigho!
Heigho!  Heigho!
–pg 69

this is a fart:

Pprrpffrrppfff.
–pg 286

this is an excerpt about the moon and women:

What special affinities appeared to him to exist between the moon and woman?

Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising, and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent propinquity: her moments of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.
–pg 686

this is Mr. Bloom thinking about when he proposed to his wife Molly:

Sun’s heat it is.  Seems to a secret touch telling me memory.  Touched his sense moistened remembered.  Hidden under wild ferns on Howth.  Below us bay sleeping sky.  No sound.  The sky.  The bay purple by the Lion’s head.  Green by Drumleck.   Yellowgreen towards Sutton.  Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities.  Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you’ll toss me all.   O wonder!  Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away.  Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth.  Yum.  Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed.   Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweet and sour with spittle.  Joy: I ate it: joy.  Young life, her lips that gave me pouting.   Soft, warm sticky gumjelly lips.  Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes.  Pebbles fell.  She lay still.  A goat.  No-one.  High on Ben Howth rhodondeddrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants.   Screen under ferns she laughed warmfolded.  Wildly I lay on her, kissed her; eyes, her lips, her stretched neck, beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright.   Hot I tongued her.  She kissed me.  I was kissed.  All yielding she tossed my hair.   Kissed, she kissed me.
–pg 173

this is a part I like:

June that was too I wooed.  The year returns.  History repeats itself.   Ye crags and peaks I’m with you once again.  Life, love, voyage round your own little world…All quiet on Howth now.   The distant hills seem.  Where we.  The rhododendrons.  I am a fool perhaps.  He gets the plums and I the plumstones.  Where I come in.  All that old hill has seen.  Names change: that’s all.   Lovers: yum yum.
–pg 370

this is an excerpt where Mr. Bloom’s wife, Molly Bloom, thinks about when her husband asked her to marry him:

the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the gray tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I saw stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil know who else from all the end of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the Jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
–pg 767

happy bloomsday

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Superdelegates: Who they are and why they’re bad for democracy

How the United States chooses which candidate from the Democratic and Republican parties will be their nominee for President is based on a delegate system. It is not strictly who gets the most votes, but who gets the most delegates. (Our general election for President is run the same way, through the Electoral College, but that’s a topic for another day.) Each state has a certain number of delegates (generally based on population) and depending on the results of the popular vote, the delegates are split between the candidates proportionately. Seems fair enough, even if it’s not as straightforward as relying strictly on the actual number of votes.

In the Democratic party, there are 4,763 delegates among the 50 states, Washington DC, and the several US territories. The primary elections take place from February to June, ending in the party’s National Convention, this year from July 25-28th. At the convention, the delegates for each candidate are counted and whoever has the majority (at least 2,382) becomes the nominee for President.

The problem comes in when you factor in the votes of the superdelegates. These are 712 delegate votes (15% of the total) that are not bound to follow primary election results. They can vote for whichever candidate they choose, even if that candidate would otherwise lose the nomination because the other candidate earned more delegates based on primary and caucus votes. This is not democracy.

We have relied on the primary/caucus system of selecting party nominees since the late 1960s. Before then, candidates were chosen by party insiders. The strong civic activism of the 60s pushed for the change, recognizing how clearly undemocratic it was to leave such an important decision up to a privileged few. By 1982, Democratic party insiders had had enough and wanted to take back some control. So they created superdelegates.

Who are these superdelegates? Democratic party insiders. They include every Democratic member of the Senate and House, every Democratic governor, and hundreds of Democratic Mayors, State party Chairs and Vice Chairs, and other current and former party leaders. Basically, members of the party establishment who are inclined to support the establishment candidate; in this case, Hillary Clinton. Currently, over half of the superdelegates have already announced their support for Clinton.

It’s important to say that the superdelegates are able to change their minds at any point leading up to the National Convention. In early 2008, the superdelegates were also leaning toward Clinton, though not in numbers quite as high as this year. Eventually, though, many of them moved over to supporting Senator Obama. It is misleading, therefore, for media outlets to report that Hillary is leading the delegate count by hundreds when, according to the results of our two actual elections so far, Bernie is leading 36-32. The only reason corporate media, as a tool of the political establishment, would report these misleading, indefinite numbers, is to make Clinton, the establishment candidate, appear more electable.

The Democratic party should be ashamed of itself for instituting and continuing a system that is so fundamentally undemocratic.

Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan: Governor House, Nathiagali

Nathia Gali is summer capital of KPK province. Nathiagali is known for its scenic beauty, hiking tracks and pleasant weather. It is situated 34 kilometers at one hour’s drive away from both Murree and Abbottabad, lying midway between these two places. The drive time from Islamabad is usually about two hours, unless there is a lot of traffic. This governer house was built by British rulers before independence of Pakistan. This beautiful building with its lush green lawns and impressive architecture is well maintained and still used as official residence and office of KPK governor.

I Hunger For Your Beautiful Embrace

Chapter Two: House Rules

Legatus Harry is governor of Capua and Dominus of his estate. He governs with a firm and harsh rule and has never been known to be soft. That is until Louis comes into his life. A beautiful slave who creeps into Harry’s house and heart.

But in the times of Ancient Rome, when sex, wars, and death are the entertainment of the times, life and love are rare commodities.

A/N: This was inspired by the show Spartacus and certain situations will be similar. Also this chapter will contain mentions of attempted rape, so you’ve been warned.

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