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Badass Black Women History Month:
Celebrating 28 Black Women Who Said,
“Fuck it, I’ll Do It!”

Day 23: Lucy Hicks Anderson
Badass Lady Law Breaker

Lucy Hicks Anderson was born in Waddy, KY, but her year of birth is unknown. What is known, is that from 1920 until 1945 she was constantly harassed and prosecuted for living as a woman. While the term “transgender” did not exist at the time, She insisted publicly that a person could appear to be of one sex, but actually belong to the other. 

According to Lucy’s own testimony, when she started school, she insisted on wearing dresses and started calling herself Lucy at a young age. Her mother took her to a doctor, and, amazingly, the doctor advised her mom to raise her as a girl. Lucy quit school at 15 to start working and eventually moved to Texas when she was in her twenties. In 1920, Lucy married Clarence Hicks and moved to New Mexico and, finally, Oxnard, California.

Lucy would continue to work as a maid, but eventually saved enough money to buy property at the center of town. She operated a brothel, divorced her husband and remarried a soldier in 1944. Around this time, it was discovered that Lucy was born male. The Ventura County district attorney decided to try her for perjury, believing she had lied on her marriage license by saying she was a woman. 

Lucy challenged the authority of doctors who insisted she was male. Reporters state that Lucy said, “I defy any doctor in the world to prove that I am not a woman. I have lived, dressed, acted just what I am, a woman.” 

She was still conviced and sentenced to probation for ten years. The harassment would not end there, however. Because Lucy was married to a soldier, she received allotment checks from the Army. The Federal government then decided to prosecute both Lucy and her husband, Reuben, for fraud. They were found guilty and sentenced to prison. After Lucy’s release, she tried to go back to Oxnard, but was told by the local police chief that she had to leave town or risk further prosecution. Lucy decided to live the remainder of her life in Los Angeles and continued to live her life the way she wanted. 

Blue Hair: A Kirk/Reader adventure

You were tending your prized garden one day, humming to your plants and bidding them grow large when a horrible yell and then a roar broke the stillness of the clearing in the vivid green forest around your home. You sighed and went to fetch a spear and some meat to placate your pet saber cat that was clearly getting up to mischief again. What had he trees this time? Following the growling noises and yelps of the terrified prey, you trailed the antagonists to the edge of your property. An alien man was backed up against a tree, holding some kind of weapon and trying to talk into a device. The saber cat growled again and the man backed up further, trying to talk to the creature.

“Chully, down!” You called in your language, holding out the meat to your pet. He was a good guard creature, but you didn’t want him tearing the stranger to shreds. The man was staring nervously and didn’t move one inch seeing the weapon in your hand. He didn’t look like the threatening type, in fact he was very handsome with a fine jawline, light brown hair and the most brilliant blue eyes you’d ever seen. He wore a bright yellow shirt and dark pants with tall black boots. You guessed it was a uniform of some sort as other earth people had been here wearing similar garb some years before.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” You demanded. Of course, he didn’t understand you and you wondered how you could possibly communicate. Then he pulled a device out of his pocket and spoke in his language. Out of the device came words in your own language.

“I am Captain James Kirk representing the United Federation of planets and I mean you no harm. I wish to speak to the governor of this planet.”

“You landed in the right place, as as this is his residence, but he is away on a three week journey. Where do you come from?”

“Earth.” He replied. “I traveled here in a starship with my crew.”

Your eyes got really big now. You’d once seen a space ship–when you were a small child and sometimes you wondered if it had all been a dream. This planet did not see visitors often and certainly no visitors as striking as this captain.

“Can you get back to the ship from here?” You inquired. “If you’re seen here, the counsel will get word and be very suspicious, possibly imprison you. Without my father to make them see reason, they tend to make very hasty judgments about outsiders.”

“Unfortunately, something is messing with our transporters, so I can’t get back up there without a shuttle and that would definitely arouse suspicion,” he said worriedly. “Nice guard cat by the way. He’s pretty intimidating.”

“His name is Chully,” you told him, glancing at the large feline eating his meat happily. “He is very good at his duty.”

“I see that. Those are some big fangs he’s got.”

“I assure you, he only uses them on my command, other than eating his meat,” You said, amused that he still hadn’t dared move from the tree since you’d first seen him.

It was hard not to stare at the light-skinned man with the strange colored eyes you’d never seen the likes of. Your people had deep copper colored skin and mostly green or hazel eyes. Your hair was a silvery white, but it likely wouldn’t stay that way when you met your future mate.

James appeared to ponder his dilemma for some time before you realized you needed to get him away before the neighbors noticed the commotion.

“If you cannot leave, please allow me to escort you to my home. It’s safer there. I have overly curious neighbors.”

“Will I get you in trouble?” He asked, looking around uneasily.

“Not if you stay out of sight. Follow me,” you told him and led him back to your stone dwelling. James, or Jim as he told you to call him, ended up staying in the spare room for three days. During that time he helped you with chores and shared information about his culture and Ship and you told him about your own people’s customs. You were very glad for the special translator device he had, as it made things much less difficult and tense. Jim was a very good-natured man and the more time you spent with him, the more you were convinced that he meant no harm. He admired your garden, even though he didn’t know what most of the plants were, and praised your skill in pottery making. It was a hobby both practical and fun, and you made money  selling your more elaborate creations at the market.

At the end of the third day, he came to tell you he was ready to go.

“The transporters are working again and I should get back to the ship. I’ll probably be back in a few weeks with some crew to make official first contact.”

“Be careful, James. The governing council tends to be very quick to judge off-worlders and the sight of any weapons will be detrimental to your diplomacy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he agreed seriously.  "Thank you for your hospitality and maybe I’ll see you again.“

You flushed a bit and smiled at him.

“Perhaps, James. Farewell.”

Without taking his eyes off you, he said something into his communication device and seconds later he’d been surrounded by swirls of light and disappeared. You gasped in amazement, wondering what kind of magic these people had.

A few weeks later, you were on your way home from the market to a ruckus in the streets.

“What is happening?” You asked a woman.

“Three off-world spies have been caught! They are being interrogated by the council now! Rumor has it they will make them take the truth tests!!!”

Your heart leaped into your throat. If the captured party was Jim and his friends, the “truth tests” would probably kill them. Nobody who had been forced to do it had yet survived the harsh trials because they were basically made to be executions without trials. It was a horrible custom that your father had fought for years to overturn, but his close-minded associates refused to budge.

You spurred your mount onward toward the great hall, fear filling you at the thought of Jim being hurt.

When you arrived at the great hall, you saw a throng of people emerge from the courtroom, most of them council members in their long grey robes. Then came a group of guards surrounding three figures in colorful shirts, one of whom was heavily shackled. With another jolt of fear, You recognized the yellow shirted figure instantly. Beside him was a tall man in blue and a woman in red, but neither of them were restrained.

“Why is only one shackled?” You asked.

“I do not know,” the woman replied. “Perhaps the other two already proved they were trustworthy.”

“But he is trustworthy!” You blurted. “I met him a few weeks ago when he arrived here and got lost. Never once did he try to pry or act untoward. He seeks friendship with our planet and his federation.”

She stared at you in disbelief.

“If that is so, you must tell the council at once. He has no one among us to vouch for him otherwise.”

When you saw the large thorny whip, the bowl of nasty truth potion and other horrible devices of torture being paraded behind the prisoners, your distress and anger flared up.

Scanning the councilmen, you ran to catch up to your father.

“Father, are they really going to hurt this man?” You cried.

His face looked troubled as he turned to you.

“Y/N, my daughter, I am sorry. You should go home so you do not have to witness this.”

“But what if I vouched for him, father?” You asked urgently. “I told you I met a strange off worlder while you were gone. The man in chains was the very same.”

“What?” His eyebrows rose and you looked at Jim, who’d been stopped at the town square while officials argued over where they were going to stage the punishment. If he was dreading his fate, he sure didn’t show it.

“Yes. Even Chully warmed up to him and that says a lot. I never felt threatened once in his presence.”  

He looked at you and seemed to understand.

“Very well. I will ask if you may vouch for him.”

Some of the council looked reluctant, but many of them were looking for a reason not to enact the archaic punishment and agreed to hear you.

You marched determinedly forward and stood beside Jim, who seemed to stand even taller when he saw you coming.

“Councilmen and women, I must inform you you are about to punish an innocent man.”

“How do you know that?” A voice asked suspiciously.

“Because I have met him and spoken to him.”

There were shocked gasps and people looked even more suspiciously at Jim, but you swiftly continued with your defense, telling them how you’d met and how very upstanding and forthcoming he’d been during his stay. The more you spoke the more passionate you grew and you could feel Jim’s blue eyes on you admiring you even if he couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“I cannot in good conscience stand by and watch you tear his flesh for no reason. He came here offering friendship and is this how you repay him? What proof have you that he is a spy?”

Nobody answered. They were all staring in shock and you felt triumphant that you’d talked some sense into them. Then someone said “Her hair is changing!!”

You grabbed your braid and looked. Sure enough, the silver was changing into a very vivid sky blue color–a color that matched Jim’s eyes exactly. In your culture, this meant Jim was likely your match. Your hand flew to your mouth and you locked eyes with Jim, who was looking both concerned and puzzled. He spoke to the woman in red, who approached with the small device you recognized as the translator. The council was in a furor and your father was approaching with a very upset countenance.

“Hello, I am Nyota Uhura, the communications officer of the USS Enterprise. I’m sorry to interrupt, but Captain Kirk wants to know what’s going on.”

“I was trying to tell them why they should not hurt the captain, but it appears my soulmate indicator has appeared. When we meet our future mates, our hair changes color to match their eyes.”

She looked at your now blue hair and her eyes widened.

“Does that mean you and the captain……”

“Yes,” you confirmed nervously. “I hope he is not angry with me. He does not have to do anything about it if he does not want to. I just wish him to be safe.”

Uhura gave a reassuring smile and turned to speak to Jim, who listened with wide eyes and a look that you couldn’t interpret just before your father arrived to question him.

In the end, the mob was informed there would be no truth tests, as it would not do to harm your future mate. The gods surely would not let you be one soul with a deceiver. Jim appeared to put your father’s mind at ease, though he was still looking somewhat shocked himself.

“Take off those chains, please. I need to speak with him,” you told the guards firmly. Reluctantly, they did so, and Jim began rubbing the feeling back into his arms. You guessed the heavy chain had probably bruised him as well. Uhura guessed your intentions and handed the translator to the captain with a sly wink, before withdrawing with the tall black haired man, who you now noticed had pointed ears. Another species, perhaps?

“Are you okay?” You asked Jim first thing. “Yes,” he assured you. “Didn’t look like I was going to be, judging by that stuff they were hauling around.”

You shuddered.

“No, you would not have been. People have died from their punishments. Luckily, since they discovered we are one in soul, they decided you are not a spy after all.”

Jim smiled and held out a hand. You took it and felt a tingle run up your arm. He must have felt it too, because his expression changed and he looked more serious now.

“I hope you are not upset by this,” you ventured, fearing rejection. After all, what would make a great spaceship captain think about taking a mate? One he’d only known three days?

“Not upset,” he said quickly, “I wanted to see you again, but I’m unsure of how to do this. There’s only so long we can stay here before Starfleet orders us on.”

Your heart sank, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

“However, our stay might be extended if we can interest your council in the possibility of joining the federation. It would require my presence to aid in the negotiation talks and I’d likely be able to talk to you as well.”

“You will be very welcome, James,” you said, staring into his eyes, completely smitten by the man–even though you could only communicate with a translator.
If he stayed long enough, you’d have to teach him some romantic phrases in your tongue.

“I think the hair really suits you, by the way,” he said with a grin.

“Certainly better than chains suit you,” you said impishly.

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anonymous asked:

Hello Vision. I just wanted to ask a simple question about how to go about robbing a bank in the most logical manner. Also, where is Wanda?

“The most logical way to rob a bank would be to go in, say you are armed and want money, take the money, and leave. However, there will be high-resolution photo and video imagery of you that will be sent to all law enforcement agencies. You may have to go to federal prison.”

“I am not entirely sure where Wanda is. I hope that she is happy and safe.”

It's Been A Long Time Coming

Title: It’s Been A Long Time Coming

Pairing: Snake/Otacon

Rating: R

Summary: First part of a multi-part story about the evolution of Snake and Otacon’s relationship. Snake feels like joining Philanthropy was the change in his life that he was looking for, but there’s still something missing, and it takes the events of the Big Shell for him to realize what he’s been wanting all along. 

Notes: Feedback is greatly appreciated! I’m still trying to nail down each of their voices. (This will be x-posted to AO3 soon.)

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Read St Vincent’s beautifully sincere statement on her Grammy win


On Sunday, Annie Clark won the Grammy for best alternative music album while on tour in Australia. She posted a quick thank-you tweet on the night, then wrote this lovely open letter of sorts, sent out to her fan mailing list.

Read her reflections on the journey she’s taken, from first conceiving of the St Vincent project to this first Grammy triumph.

in 2007, i signed to beggars banquet records. i was living in dallas, texas in my childhood bedroom at the time, which i had fashioned into a makeshift studio in order to record some of what would end up being my debut album “marry me.”

the first days of touring my own songs and as “st. vincent” are very vivid. in early 2007, in anticipation of the release of my record, my (much beloved) agent put me on the road as solo support for jolie holland and midlake. he saw potential in me, but rightfully, thought i needed to get my live act together. get comfortable playing for people. get road-tested. like most of the rest of my career, it was a trial by earth, wind, and fire.

i was performing solo; just my voice, a guitar through an array of effects pedals, a “stomp board” — a homemade device i made out of a piece of plywood and a contact microphone that i ran through a bass EQ pedal, and a keyboard. i thought the keyboard looked unmysterious on it’s own, so i designed a lighted wooden enclosure to go around it. my brother-in-law helped me build it in his garage. it weighed a gazillion pounds and gave me splinters to carry, and i don’t think anyone was under any illusion that there was anything but a keyboard inside it. neither the first nor the last in a series of hilariously ill-fated ideas.

january 2007, i borrowed my father’s station wagon and drove 12 hours from dallas to frozen lincoln, nebraska to open for jolie holland (what a voice) at a half-full 150 capacity carpeted club. i believe the compensation was $250/gig but it could have been as much as $500 — more $ than i’d ever seen for a gig for sure and guaranteed, no less! in my memory, this midwestern jolie tour dovetailed right into opening the midlake tour. they were out in support of their excellent record, “the trials of van occupanther” and were the sweetest good texas boys you could ever hope to meet. the drummer of midlake, mackenzie smith, would later prove to be a great collaborator, playing on actor, strange mercy, and st. vincent.

on this tour, i’d enlisted my dear friend, jamil, to come and sell merch and help do the long drives. we’d just played a show in detroit and while we’d been inside, a blizzard had swept through and covered the stationwagon in snow and ice. it was treacherous. jamil, who always had some incredible hustle going, hired a homeless man named larry to dig the stationwagon out of the snow. (in college, he had a gold lexus, stripped it of the good parts, and resold it. when i asked if he was sad to see it go, he said, “girl, they think they bought a lexus but they bought a corolla.”) i’ll never forget driving out of bombed out-detroit, apocalyptic at 1 AM. interstate 94 tense and quiet, jamil trying to make sure we didn’t crash or stall on the icy road.

i have eaten years of veggie subway sandwiches on highways 10-90, stayed at a super 8 motel behind a kansas federal prison, peed in cups in dressing rooms when there was no bathroom, gotten eaten alive by bedbugs at a cincinnati days inn. i would not trade a single highway or city or moment or person i met for anything. i have loved it all.

i’m very grateful to have received this grammy. thank you to my producer john congleton, thank you family, thank you friends, thank you to all the incredible musicians involved, thank you managers and agents and publishers and labels and publicists and everyone who works hard at their jobs. and thank you guys. thanks for everything.

Thank You for the Grammy


2.9.2015


in 2007, i signed to beggars banquet records.  i was living in dallas, texas in my childhood bedroom at the time, which i had fashioned into a makeshift studio in order to record some of what would end up being my debut album “marry me.”  

the first days of touring my own songs and as “st. vincent” are very vivid.  in early 2007, in anticipation of the release of my record, my (much beloved) agent put me on the road as solo support for jolie holland and midlake.  he saw potential in me, but rightfully, thought i needed to get my live act together. get comfortable playing for people.  get road-tested.  like most of the rest of my career, it was a trial by earth, wind, and fire.  

i was performing solo; just my voice, a guitar through an array of effects pedals, a “stomp board” – a homemade device i made out of a piece of plywood and a contact microphone that i ran through a bass EQ pedal, and a keyboard.  i thought the keyboard looked unmysterious on it’s own, so i designed a lighted wooden enclosure to go around it.  my brother-in-law helped me build it in his garage.  it weighed a gazillion pounds and gave me splinters to carry, and i don’t think anyone was under any illusion that there was anything but a keyboard inside it.  neither the first nor the last in a series of hilariously ill-fated ideas.

january 2007, i borrowed my father’s station wagon and drove 12 hours from dallas to frozen lincoln, nebraska to open for jolie holland (what a voice) at a half-full 150 capacity carpeted club.  i believe the compensation was $250/gig but it could have been as much as $500 – more $ than i’d ever seen for a gig for sure and guaranteed, no less!  in my memory, this midwestern jolie tour dovetailed right into opening the midlake tour.  they were out in support of their excellent record, “the trials of van occupanther” and were the sweetest good texas boys you could ever hope to meet.  the drummer of midlake, mackenzie smith, would later prove to be a great collaborator, playing on actor, strange mercy, and st. vincent.  

on this tour, i’d enlisted my dear friend, jamil, to come and sell merch and help do the long drives.  we’d just played a show in detroit and while we’d been inside, a blizzard had swept through and covered the stationwagon in snow and ice.  it was treacherous.  jamil, who always had some incredible hustle going, hired a homeless man named larry to dig the stationwagon out of the snow.  (in college, he had a gold lexus, stripped it of the good parts, and resold it.  when i asked if he was sad to see it go, he said, “girl, they think they bought a lexus but they bought a corolla.”)  i’ll never forget driving out of bombed out-detroit, apocalyptic at 1 AM.  interstate 94 tense and quiet, jamil trying to make sure we didn’t crash or stall on the icy road.  
i have eaten years of veggie subway sandwiches on highways 10-90, stayed at a super 8 motel behind a kansas federal prison, peed in cups in dressing rooms when there was no bathroom, gotten eaten alive by bedbugs at a cincinnati days inn.  i would not trade a single highway or city or moment or person i met for anything.  i have loved it all.  

i’m very grateful to have received this grammy.  thank you to my producer john congleton, thank you family, thank you friends, thank you to all the incredible musicians involved, thank you managers and agents and publishers and labels and publicists and everyone who works hard at their jobs.  and thank you guys.  thanks for everything.  (via St. Vincent’s Official Newsletter)

I woke up this morning to like six different people linking me the news that the Justice Department announced they’re going to stop using private prisons, and I find this very flattering because lots of people heard this excellent news and thought that I needed to know right away.

But, like, most private prisons (and most prisoners, in general) are state, not federal, and I don’t have much sense of how likely the states are to take the federal lead on this. I am loudly and proudly an incrementalist - things that make the world better are good, even if they’re ‘a smokescreen for the real problem’ or ‘a distraction’ or ‘a symbolic gesture’ - and this is good! This is really good! But if it is meant as a distracting gesture we had better not get distracted: private prisons aren’t over and public prisons still suck.

anonymous asked:

do you consider the russian anti-gay law fair? Do you think russians should do something about this?

This is the last time I will answer this question.

First of all, your terminology bugs me. Anti-gay law? Please send me a link to this so-called “anti-gay law” and then we can talk about this. What I understand under the “anti-gay law” is: the law that forbids people to be gay and subsequently punishes them for being homosexual with either a prison sentence or a fine. Now, I’m on the website of the federal codex of the Russian Federation and I don’t see any such law.

I will clarify this even more: IT IS NOT ILLEGAL TO BE HOMOSEXUALLY ORIENTED IN RUSSIA. IT IS NOT ILLEGAL TO BE HOMOSEXUALLY ORIENTED IN RUSSIA. IT IS NOT ILLEGAL TO BE HOMOSEXUALLY ORIENTED IN RUSSIA. Clear enough?

No one is going to put you in prison because your dick prefers boys instead of girls. No one cares about your personal preferences. Our government has other things to keep itself busy with. 

I am not a spokesperson for the Russian government, but even less am I a spokesperson for the sentiment of the Russian people towards any occurring phenomenon. What Russian people think of homosexuality is none of my concern. There are people who are tolerant, there are people who are not tolerant. I will let you in on a very big secret: It’s like that everywhere else on this goddamn planet. People were all blessed (or cursed) with a mind of their own. Some are stubborn, some are tolerant, some are hateful, some are forgiving, some are happy, some are miserable, some are arrogant, some are indifferent, and so on. Once again, I can never speak for 142 million citizens of the Russian Federation, because that’s not representative. People are people. It takes some time to convince them of things and change their minds and their objectives. It takes time and we should be patient.

It is right that gay couples cannot get married in Russia. I don’t know how this will evolve. I suspect that with time it will become more acceptable, but I can’t know for sure. Now, I would like to remind you that Russia is not the only country on this world whose actions towards gay couples are troubling. Here is a (incomplete) list of countries who still haven’t legalized same-sex marriage, just to give you an example: Germany, Italy, Israel, Japan, Nepal, Poland, Turkey, and so on. Also don’t forget about the countries where you’ll get the death sentence for just being gay. 

Some people have come here on my blog and would start complaining to me about the police seizing them for demonstrating whatever on the Red Square and say how bad it is and how limited their freedom of expression is. It’s not my fault that you forgot to get your picketing permit from the government which you need to get before you start any kind of protest. You don’t just get out on the street with posters, it can cause inconvenience for the traffic and the infrastructure. Go get your permit and protest about whatever you want. Not my fault you can’t do a decent job of organizing a protest, but hey it’s whatever. 

Further on, the only law I know that even remotely talks about this is one included in The Federal Law about the protection of children from information harmful to their health and development. This law includes the prohibition of certain types of information that could be harmful to little kids and that would force them to act in ways that would harm their health, that would make them want to use drugs/alcohol/whatever, that would make them think that violence is acceptable and use it on others or inflict self-harm upon them, etc. These sources of information are not to be shown during day-time when children watch television or should not be shown on channels that broadcast children shows. 

Here is a screenshot I took of the law, which you can find here in Russian (use google translate, we live in such an innovative age!). 

A loose translation of it: 

Article 5. Types of information harmful to the health and/or the development of children.

1. Types of information harmful to the health and/or the development of children include: 

1) Information, provided in part 2 of the current article and prohibited for propagation amongst children;
2) Information, provided in part 3 of the current article subject to the provisions of articles 7-10 of the current Federal Codex and propagation of which is limited among children of certain age groups.

2. Information harmful to the health and/or the development of children includes:

1) The encouragement of children to commit acts that threaten their lives and (or) health, including harm to their own health, suicide;
2) Information capable of triggering in children the desire to use narcotics, psychotropic substances and (or) intoxicants, tobacco and alcohol products, beer and beverages produced on its basis, participation in gambling, prostitution, vagrancy or begging;
3) Substantiation or justification of violence and the permissibility (or) any cruel motivation to exercise violence against people or animals, except for cases stipulated by this Federal Law;
4) The denial of family values, promotion of unconventional sexual relationships and the formation of disrespect for parents and (or) the other members of the family;
5) Justification of unlawful behaviour;
6) Containing foul language;
7) Containing information of a pornographic nature;
8) Information concerning a minor affected by unlawful actions (inaction), including the name, surname, patronymic name, photo and video images of the minor, his parents and other legal representatives, the date of birth of the minor, the audio recording of his voice, his place of residence or place of temporary stay, his place of work or study, and other information allowing directly or indirectly to establish the identity of the minor.

Now, allow me to ask: has the whole world been bitching about a law that was signed to protect the development of Russian children? I don’t care what you think about this law, whether or not it’s justifiable, whether or not being gay has anything to do with nature rather than with nurture, etc. I don’t care. But have you really put up this entire moronic piece of crap circus for a law that doesn’t even concern adults? Is this why I have to put up with disgusting anons hating on me because my country is so anti-gay? Are you out of your rabbit ass mind, you smelling buttcracks of trailerpark rednecks??? 

What should Russian people do about this, you ask? Let Russian people sort it out for themselves, we’ll be okay. Maybe you should be more concerned with people dying of hunger and diseases all over the world instead of focussing on a law that prohibits pornography on children’s channels. 

Ultimately, I don’t know who you people think I am, but for further questions concerning the legislation of the Russian Government, please direct them to: http://government.ru/. It’s not like they pay me to be their spokesperson.