social investigation

Okay—Almost Human AU

Inspector Yuuri Katsuki has been working for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for 6 years, since he graduated from university with a criminal psychology degree and a lot of baggage. His parents’ onsen is failing and Mari is doing her best to keep it afloat, but the rapid development of technology has left traditional places behind, so he is under a lot of pressure to perform well or else him having gone to an expensive school to follow his dreams will have been for nothing.

His partner was Phichit—they did training together and had been best friends since. Yuuri is deeply uncomfortable with interacting with Synthetics and has been able to avoid partnering with one because he and Phichit are a dream team. Phichit takes the social side of investigation by chatting up witnesses, interviewing relatives; Yuuri is the one who does the more pound-the-pavement kind of detective work and interrogation of suspects. 

And then, one day, they get caught in a shootout and Phichit gets fatally injured—he begs the Synthetic that accompanied them to save his partner, but the Synthetic tells him that the chances of losing Phichit are 100% whereas the chances of losing Yuuri are only 50%—so he gets dragged away from the scene, but loses his best friend and his leg in the same day.

Depressed and still getting used to his new limb, Yuuri goes on a brief hiatus from the police force and heads back home where he is contemplating retiring into obscurity and helping his parents salvage whatever they can of the onsen. Then he receives the call from Chief Superintendent Minako Okukawa: We have a lead on the gang who killed Phichit, I want you to come back. But you need to follow department regulations and it’s time for you to take a Synthetic partner.

Yuuri initially refuses, done with that side of his life, but as the week wears on he becomes more and more agitated at the thought that he’s letting the people who killed Phichit get away. So he calls Minako back to tell her that he’s returning to Tokyo. 

And Minako goes: I knew you’d say that sooner or later. He’s on his way to you.

Yuuri is confused, but that same evening someone enters the ryokan looking for him—a face he recognizes—a popular Synthetic called RUS-1225 that had been decommissioned from police work for the last five years, before Yuuri even got his first real investigation.

“Yuuri Katsuki,” RUS-1225 says. “Starting today, I’m your new partner!”

careers for the MC (midheaven) signs
  • *your midheaven sign indicates what your career or "life path" will be and defines your social standing & reputation.
  • Aries MC: seeks self-employment, military, athlete, politics, police force, fire fighter, mechanics, engineering, pilot, architect, medical field
  • Taurus MC: hands-on job, banking, artist, musician, finance, real estate, agriculture, landscaping, business, chef, interior designer
  • Gemini MC: sales, the media, teacher, writer/poet, journalist, artist, musician, interpreter, radio/TV host, fashion designer
  • Cancer MC: teacher, nurse, social worker, artist, pediatrician, counselor, culinary arts, politics, psychologist, historian, architect
  • Leo MC: government, actor, management, film director, CEO, performer, musician, artist, fashion design, teacher, sales
  • Virgo MC: researcher, writer/poet, librarian, farming, healing, teacher, scientist, mathematician, banking, secretary, industrial designer
  • Libra MC: decorator, image consulting, artist, model, entertainment media, judge, counselor, journalist, politics, diplomacy, public policy
  • Scorpio MC: researcher, psychologist, crime investigator, social sciences, police force/military, banker, politician, hypnosis, actor, therapist, lawyer
  • Sagittarius MC: athletics coach, journalist, photographer, filmmaker, actor, writer/poet, pilot, politician, flight attendant, religious positions, teacher
  • Capricorn MC: farming, real estate, accountant, banker, stockbroker, manager, CEO, politician, lawyer, scientist, archeologist
  • Aquarius MC: social work, activist, astronomer, astrologist, photographer, filmmaker, pilot, scientist, engineering, graphic designer, artist
  • Pisces MC: artist, performer, musician, healer, writer/poet, filmmaker, anything spiritual, veterinarian, coast-guard, psychic, medical assistant

anonymous asked:

yamaguchi is the worst shit talker ever. if you don't want tsukishima knowing your secrets, don't tell yams. he doesn't even need it to be confirmed. he gets all sleuth status. "so apparently x did this with y but im not sure yet. im gonna investigate on social media" and then he spends like 5 hours digging thru tweets and finding screenshots of PMs until he finds the truth. he's terrifying and should probably pursue a detective career

The best part is he’s kind of ignored at school so people just talk about stuff and not know he’s listening to everything so he knows all the Karasuno Drama™

~ Mod Han

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Part 2: Nicki Minaj Misdirects Her Anger At Trey Songz

Did Nicki Minaj:

A) Haul ass to the studio & record a diss to try & answer/counter Remy Ma’s ‘Shether’? 


B) Show up at Remy Ma & Papoose’s home with vaseline on her face, her hair tied up & construction Timbs on her feet, ready to fight Remy Ma?

C) Send Trey –NOT the person that just dropped a diss track disrespecting her in various ways imaginable, 2 tweets barkin’ on him about lying on his dick before even conducting a thorough social media investigation & discovering that Trey actually refuted Remy Ma’s bar regarding Nicki and Trey having sex, before making a bigger scary ass of herself?

Ding! Ding! Ding!

C) Nicki went at Trey not at Remy Ma –you know, the person who actually dissed her. #ScaryAss

See below for more highlights/tea from Remy Ma’s ‘Shether’

U said u never f*cked Wayne
How stupid I look B
Get the picture I’ll expose u
I’m kinda ah bully

U claimed u never f*cked Drake
Now that’s where u took me
U f*cked the whole empire
Who tryna be Cookie?

Boogie Down Bronx
I come out of the Boogie
To let u know
Real bitches never lie on their pussy

Stopped talkin’ numbers
U signed a 360 deal
Thru Young Money
Thru Ca$h Money
Thru Republic
Which means your money go through 5 n****s 
Before u touch it
Any videos
Promotion
Come out of your budget
Endorsements
Touring 
Merchandise
They finger f*ck it
U make like 35 cents off of each ducket
I own my masters bitch
Independent
So for every sale I do
U got to do like 10

Talkin’ shit about me to a deaf bitch (Me: Foxy Brown?)
And usually I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when u hard of hearing from untreated gonorrhea

And I got a few words for the moms of young Barbs
Guess who supports a child molester
Nicki Minaj
U paid for your brother’s wedding
That’s hella foul
How u spend money to support a pedophile

Don’t ever in your f*ckin’ life play with me
That’s on the set!

U tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record
U tried it on your little freestyle
They was both duds
Just like every other 1 of your duds
Just like this last 1 was a dud
But what you’re not going to do is keep subbin’ me 

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Dysfunctional Family

Your story unfolds at the dinner table for Daryl Dixon to discover. Afraid he’ll judge you, be scared of you, you don’t want him to find. But it was all too late.


  • Daryl x Reader , Aaron and Eric
  • 1403
  • Warnings: a little cursing

“We invited Daryl over for supper.” Aaron called up the stairs one evening in Alexandria. Night was growing fast, letting you know that the time of year would soon be changing. Even the houses were getting cooler.

At the sound of his name, your heart pounded against your chest. “Daryl? Why for?” You asked. Since the redneck entered your home, you felt yourself slowly fall for him. He was different than the others; shy but loyal. You saw how he took care of his own and how he warmed up to Aaron rather quickly.

“I have something to show him.” Aaron smiled in his words. You raced out of your room and looked over the banister at the man that took you in, gave you a home.

“That junk in the garage?” You asked. It was no secret that Aaron had a fascination with that motorbike that was in the garage. It was here when you three got the house. He had no idea how to fix it up and make it run again, unfortunately, though he mentioned how he wished he could.

“It isn’t junk. Daryl could really use it.” Aaron smiled simply and walked back into the kitchen.

Later that night, there was a knock at the door. Eric politely asked you to grab it as he sat the table best he could with his injury. The whole house smelled delicious, like an Italian restaurant you used to go to before everything turned to shit.

You obeyed and opened the door for the redneck man. You couldn’t believe it was him standing on the front porch. Daryl, the one who never seemed to take a shower or even wash his hands, was looking rather handsome in a long sleeved, tight, black shirt with his vest placed over top of it, jeans that were not ripped at the knee, and his hair didn’t appear to be as greasy as it did that morning.

“Hi.” He grumbled and held out a bottle of wine. “Found it in my fridge.”

You grabbed the bottle from him and smiled. Just as you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, he was having a hard time taking his eyes off you. That little black dress you had hiding in the closet was finally being put to use and you decided not to pull your hair up today, to feel pretty.

“It’s all ready!” Aaron called from the dining area.

With a smile, you let Daryl inside and shut the door behind him. He snuck a peek at you as he walked off to greet his new friends. You tried to hold down that blush of yours.

“I hope you like spaghetti.” Aaron bit his lip and took a seat across from Eric the moment Daryl took his. “It’s Y/N’s favorite and tonight is her special night.” He beamed over at you. Your cheeks started to burn with fire.

“Awe, baby.” Eric laughed and lovingly tapped your knee. “She hates when we talk about it.” He turned his attention to the guest.

Daryl had a mouthful of noodles. He realized he was included in the conversation and quickly swallowed them down. “’Bout wha?” He asked.

Aaron and Eric shared a look that said a thousand words between the two happy couple. One look that meant they would spill the beans about you and you would end up explaining the situation again, usually slowly, so the guest could understand, as they normally couldn’t wrap their mind around it.

“Y/N here came into our lives on this day.” Eric grinned like any proud father would. All his teeth showing and his eyes squinting at you.

“Wha?” Daryl grunted into his wine glass. He drank half of it in one go and poured himself some more.

Aaron chuckled. “What Eric means is that we adopted her. I know she was a little old and we are still very young, but the story is a long and harsh one but in the end, we are proud parents and we wouldn’t have it any other way.” He shrugged.

Daryl’s look moved to yours, still a little confused about the situation. Just like all the others were. He, of course, knew of the relationship status of the two men. He couldn’t, however, know that the two had spent months looking to adopt a little girl to raise as their own.

“We were denied for several babies.” Eric went on to explain, using his hands for emphasis. “Once or twice, we tried to grab ourselves a toddler and pre-teen. We were either too young or not gay enough.” He laughed. “A few times we had to have a social worker investigate our home to make sure we were actually together.”

Aaron chimed in at this point, leaving his plate to take his wine glass in one hand, using his other to help him with his story. “Finally, we were fed up with it. As one last desperate act, we tried for Y/N here. Of course, we didn’t fully read her file. We knew her name and her age but hardly knew anything else. We agreed on her because we knew that if she didn’t find a family, she’d most likely be on the streets or sent to another home for orphans. Either way, we were so glad when they accepted us.”

You stayed quiet, wanting Daryl to process what he just discovered. You were never embarrassed, or upset, to explain the story again. You grew tired of it, wishing more people would understand so quickly.

But this wasn’t the case for Daryl. He nodded his head and moved his gaze over to you, raising his glass before taking a sip. “I like that story.”

“She brought Eric and I closer together.” Said Aaron. “Our dysfunctional little family.” He chuckled.

You and Eric found yourself laughing along with Daryl chuckling into his glass. He was so cute the way his body shook, wanting to laugh out loud but not comfortable enough to let it out as easily as the rest of you.

Dinner went smoothly after that. You and Daryl were sharing looks back and forth all night, especially after the wine. It was apparent that the man was feeling something for you, though you were cautious around it.

“Oh! You two are going to have so much fun!” Eric beamed at his partner then to  Daryl. “Out on the road… Ugh. Jealous.”

Aaron shot Eric a look that told Eric he messed up, though you and Daryl were a little unsure of what that meant.

“Oh… I am so sorry, darling.” Eric winced a little as he realized what that look meant. He had been so excited, he didn’t think. “I thought you may have already asked him…”

“Ask me what?” Daryl asked, concern in his voice. He was letting loose until now. Now he was drawing back, unsure if he could continue on with the night or not.

“Follow me.” Aaron motioned for Daryl to follow him.

As the two disappeared into the garage, you sighed some.

“Go.” Eric smiled.

“Huh?” You looked over at him.

“I’ll clean the kitchen. Go. You have to find out somehow.” He chuckled and stood up on his own, though he had to hold onto something to limp around.

You wanted to help, but the garage was calling you, waiting on you to be closer with Daryl. So you got up and stood in the doorway, peering into the mess of a room. Bike parts were scattered all around into mismatched piles that Aaron wanted to keep straight.

“I thought you might enjoy it better than I ever could. The garage will always be open. If you can get it up and running… it’s yours.” Aaron dug his hands into his jean pockets and let out a small chuckle. “Y/N wanted it but she has no idea how to drive.”

“Hey.” You huffed from the doorway.

Daryl raises his eyes up to you. His lips are parted as if he wants to say something, but his mind was faster than his words and he dropped it. “Thanks.” He grunted.

“Just promise me one thing.” Aaron looked at the man.

“What?” Daryl watched him closely.

“I consider that girl my daughter. Your second job is to help me watch over her.”

Your cheeks filled with red once more, making you feel like a little girl all over again.

The Fool Arcana

The beginner and the jack of all trades. The fool blazes their own path through the unknown whether to glory or ruin that decision is theirs alone to make. Thrust across the threshold the Fool will have to chart their own path or ruin will surely befall them.

Persona Users of the Fool Arcana

Arisato, Minato + Orpheus

Arisato, Minako + Orpheus

Aigis + Orpheus

Narukami, Yu + Izanagi

Kurusu, Akira + Arsene

Associated Social Links

SEES (P3)

Investigation Club (P4)

Igor (P5)

About The Arcana:

The beginning of the deck and the zero arcana. The Fool Contains both everything and nothing. It is a blank slate upon which the world and the player are able to carve their story. Alone it is weak but given friends and allies its mutable nature gives it supreme power. All of the persona users under the Fool have muted personalities and are strangers in a new town embarking on  a new journey. By the very nature of the game they are crafted by experiences they have and the friendships they choose to cultivate. Those under the Fool are often given the gift of the Wild Card allowing them to change their persona with ease. The Fool is the beginning of the journey

Fool Personas:

Usually the protagonists of their own stories Fool personas vary widely in their abilities and fittingly are also granted as a default to the protagonists of the series. Notably Fool personas that are fused have the fewest limits on the abilities they can inherit from fusion and have near infinite variability in skill sets. All of the default Fool personas are characters both with great capability for good and evil and admittedly in their myths have a bad history with womenfolk. Orpheus’ wife Eurydice was lost to the underworld forever when he looked back upon her in a moment of weakness. Not to mention that whole dismemberment thing with the Maenads. Izanagi’s weak stomach and shallowness upon seeing his wife Izanami in the underworld poisoned her against him for the rest of the myth when he rolled a stone in front of the gate to the underworld and Arsene certainly has his fair share of love interests that went the way women in pulp novels do.This is the opposite of how many of the Fool Users operate as they typically have no problem with romance or women.

Fool Social Links:

Often one of the first social links unlocked the Fool social links are always motivated by plot progression rather than a concerted effort for hangouts by the player. In good endings they are always maxed out. With their progress they often bring benefits contained within the Velvet room. Fitting since the Fool card is the entry to the dream world. In any case the fool develops as a direct function of the player party’s actions towards making the unknown, known.

Example Persona User

Name: Fujimori, Tomoyo

Hair: Black

Height: 5’6”

Age: 16

Persona: Puck

Bio: Sent to boarding school from a young age Tomoyo grew up both solitary and independent. Though when she came home to visit her family she found that they vanished with almost no trace. Now going back into school for her second term Tomoyo must use scattered clues to unravel the mysteries of a secret world that exists in another dimension over her town that can only be accessed through closet doors when the time is right. She fights her way through this shadow world trying to uncover a secretive plot that could destroy her whole town

.

Interests: Tomoyo’s interests are wide ranging, she has entertained an ongoing habit in videogames, music and film but nothing that truly makes her stand out from the crowd. She is however an amazing runner.

Persona: One of the major characters and instigators in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Nights Dream. Puck is a faerie who has regular contact with the world of mortals. Unable to be restrained by the concepts of rules Puck is an irrepressible force for change and garden variety mischief. Containing both good and evil within. However Puck’s ultimate downfall is their constant need to me liked by humans, likely reflecting Tomoyo’s desire for friends and companions. Puck appears as a gangly character of androgynous appearance with hooves and small curved horns. They wear a tunic of many colors and have long red claws.

The Midheaven: Your Vocation
  • /// Find your Midheaven (MC) here: http://www.elbertwade.com/atlas.html
  • Aries: Innovation, challenges, fighting for what you believe in, decision making, leading. Careers: Sports, politician, entrepreneur, military, law
  • Taurus: Art, beauty, money, perseverance, having fixed goals, knowing how to get what you want. Careers: Beautician, musician, banker, designer
  • Gemini: Variety, entertainment, communication, having a message to share, dealing with people, being intellectually stimulated. Careers: Writer, journalist, editor, marketing, stand up comedy, advertisement
  • Cancer: Care, nourishment, history, having responsibilities, using their intuitive abilities to help people. Careers: Archaeologist, psychiatrist, musician, social care, kindergarten
  • Leo: Self-expression, entertaining others, beauty, children, luxury, energy. Careers: Actor, director, jewelry, designer, artist, kindergarten
  • Virgo: Details, practicability, health, being down-to-earth, serving people, analyzing, organizing. Careers: Secretary, librarian, technology, critic, accountant, nutritionist
  • Libra: Beauty, art, relationships, dealing with the public, helping people, decision making, law. Career: Lawyer, artist, wedding planner, designer, fashion, decoration, counselor
  • Scorpio: Investigation, social sciences, understanding and studying the human mind, taboos, mysticism. Careers: Pathologist, detective, psychoanalysis, criminology, working at hospitals and asylums, will executor, insurance, sexual therapy, tarot reader.
  • Sagittarius: Learning, teaching, exploring, working abroad, freedom, charisma, having a flair with words. Careers: Salesman, blogger, writer, teacher, spiritual counselors, motivational speakers, photographer
  • Capricorn: Leading, making sure everything goes as planned, starting projects, ambition, order, success, authority, respect. Careers: Positions of power - like CEO, manager, judge, politician, professor, banker.
  • Aquarius: Equality, justice, technology, progress, modernity, freedom, creativity, changing the world. Careers: Activist, astrologer, engineer, social work, politician, chemist, working with computers.
  • Pisces: Transcendence, higher belief and purpose, helping people, psychic abilities, understanding, compassion, servicing. Careers: social work, writer, film making, musician, artist, performer, psychologist
cnn.com
CNN Exclusive: FBI tracked 'fake news' believed to be from Russia on Election Day
The FBI monitored social media on Election Day last year in an effort to track a suspected Russian disinformation campaign utilizing "fake news," CNN has learned.
By Shimon Prokupecz, Pamela Brown and Evan Perez, CNN

Shimon Prokupecz, Pamela Brown and Evan Perez at CNN:

Washington (CNN)” The FBI monitored social media on Election Day last year in an effort to track a suspected Russian disinformation campaign utilizing “fake news,” CNN has learned.

In the months leading up to Election Day, Twitter and Facebook were the feeding grounds for viral “news” stories floating conspiracies and hoaxes, many aimed at spreading negative false claims about Hillary Clinton.

On Election Day, dozens of agents and analysts huddled at a command center arrayed with large monitoring screens at the FBI headquarters in Washington watching for security threats, according to multiple sources.

That included analysts monitoring cyber threats, after months of mounting Russian intrusions targeting every part of the US political system, from political parties to policy think-tanks to state election systems.

On this day, there was also a group of FBI cyber and counterintelligence analysts and investigators watching social media.

FBI analysts had identified social media user accounts behind stories, some based overseas, and the suspicion was that at least some were part of a Russian disinformation campaign, according to two sources familiar with the investigation.

washingtonpost.com
Trump team seeks to control, block Mueller’s Russia investigation
President’s legal team is looking to build a case against what they say is the special counsel’s conflicts of interest.
By https://www.facebook.com/tom.hamburger

“Trump has asked his advisers about his power to pardon aides, family members and even himself in connection with the probe…”

…and the hits keep coming.

On 17 December, 1992, 15-year-old Jacob Ind went to school and told a friend that he had shot his mother and stepfather dead in the early hours of that morning. He intended to commit suicide after telling his friend about what he had done but never got the chance - his friend immediately went to the principle who called the police. The motivation behind the murders was suffering years of abuse by his parents, a story which Jacob’s brother, Charles, corroborated when called to testify during his trial. His brother had even contacted social services who never investigated his claims. He told how he and his brother had been sexually abused by their stepfather, Kermode, who would drag them into the bathroom and tie them to the toilet as he assaulted them. Their mother knew of the sexual abuse and added to it with emotional abuse - “That’s the one thing I wanted more than anything, was somehow to earn her love. I mean, there’s times she made it absolutely clear that she hated me, basically. And as a child, that is more hurtful than getting hit across the face or getting beaten,” Jacob later said. Jacob was convicted of two counts of first-degree murder but due to his young age, was not eligible for the death penalty. He received life without parole, a sentence that many believe to be far too harsh, and rightfully so.

Important things about Adachi in P4GA

BIG TIME SPOILERS FOR PERSONA 4 AND PERSONA 4 GOLDEN (AND THEIR RESPECTIVE ANIMATIONS) OH NO OH JEEZE

So I only just got around to watching Episode 7 of Persona 4 The Golden Animation, I usually watch them the day of their broadcast, but last Thursday I was rather busy.  There’s one thing in particular I’d like to point out, a specific mistake that the subtitlers at Crunchyroll for P4GA made right at the beginning of ep. 7.  When Marie is mentioning her worries about Yu to Margaret, she mentions his hesitation may have something to do with one of the arcanas (and thus, one of the bonds) he’s obtained.  This one:

This is an incorrect translation, as the arcana she brings up in this scene is not The Fool, but The Jester.

This may seem unimportant but it is actually HUGELY IMPORTANT IN REGARDS TO PERSONA 4’S SYMBOLISM AND THE STORY’S RELATION TO THE TAROT, AS WELL AS ADACHI’S CHARACTER ARC.

For those who are interested, a long-winded explanation is under the cut.  I’m gonna go into detail about some of the deep-rooted themes of the series, so if that interests you (I’m looking at you, hazelxfaerie, clumsyghosthack, pixelizedstratocaster, and helioscentrifuge), I invite you to please read further!

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Chains of Love: Slave Couples in Antebellum South Carolina by Emily West

Historians have traditionally neglected relationships between slave men and women during the antebellum period. In Chains of Love, historian Emily West remedies this situation by investigating the social and cultural history of slave relationships in the very heart of the South. Focusing on South Carolina, West deals directly with the most intimate areas of the slave experience including courtship, love and affection between spouses, the abuse of slave women by white men, and the devastating consequences of forced separations.  [book link]

anonymous asked:

Both kinds of detectives. ^^

Original Question: Hey, could you please help me on how to play a real life detective.

Original Answer: I don’t really know what it means to be a real life detective? Are you asking about consulting detectives? Or, simply a detective that works with the police? Both? 

First, there are a lot of different types of detectives. 

  • Police Detective
  • Private Investigator
  • FBI Investigator
  • CIA Investigator

Second, police detectives in large cities often focus on a special area. But sometimes, there are people who do everything.

  • Youth 
  • Homicide
  • Background investigation for Police applicants
  • Robbery/ Property crimes 
  • Sex crimes
  • Terrorism
  • Drugs
  • Cold cases

Third, how to become a detective or a private investigator? I would start by researching in specificity of the setting. Detectives in the UK work way differently than those in the US. Make sure that you narrow down your research on the process of how your character became a detective. Usually, you would want a degree in Criminology and/or Criminal justice.

Fourth, what is it like being a detective?

Fifth, how to come up with a detective character?

Sixth, how to write a detective story?

Finally, I think that it’s crucial not to write your detective as someone super smart and can pick up details like no other. Obviously, because they are in this profession, they might be able to pick up trends and judge people on their behaviour. But, no one is like Sherlock. Sometimes, they will fail, and that will have consequences on their psyche. They might be good at one part of criminology, like petty crimes, but are out of their depths with murders. There are a lot of paper work, so they won’t be investigating all the time. What do they do on their down time is just as important as what they are doing on a case. I think that family and friends are important. Do they live alone? Or, do they have a family to take care of? Sometimes, with a job that has unsettled hours, it can affect their social lives. With private investigators, they might be able to choose their own cases. Mostly, people losing things or a cheating spouse. That might be what the character is doing half the time. That’s all I can think of right now.

Hope that helps!

Where was Hank Summers in latter seasons of Buffy?

What in the world happened to Hank Summers between Season 2 and Season 5 that he would allow 20-year-old Buffy, his own daughter, to drop out of school, take up a minimum-wage job, become the full guardian of his other, teenage daughter (he wouldn’t have realized the true origin of Dawn, having had his memories modified by the monks, too), in order to afford the mortgage on the house their dead mother had bought, and not even come for his ex-wife’s funeral?

How could he have risked an investigation by Social Services that could’ve placed Dawn in foster care, and not intervened? Surely someone, somewhere — from Social Services to Dawn’s school, from the bank issuing the loan to insurance companies — must’ve had a way to contact Hank, to get child support from him on Dawn’s behalf.

The beginning of Season 6 suggested that he sometimes called the house. So…how exactly did he think Buffy was making a living and maintaining a household with Dawn? And it never occurred to him (or to anyone else to ask him) to help support his daughters financially?

(Still not over this after all this time.)

anonymous asked:

As far as presidents go where would you rate Barack Hussein Obama? Some have stated he's the best president, some have stated he's the worst. To be honest it's mostly white people saying he's the worst which makes no sense when you look at American history and toxic waste like Reagan and Dubya. So based on the details of what the man has accomplished and his failings based on every other president where do you put the man?

Obama was great for Israel, Weapons Manufactures, the Auto Industry, the International Bankers, Wall Street (Institutional Investors), the Saudi Royal Family, the Tech Monopolies, For-Profit Insurance Industry, ISIL…

Obama was good for the (mainstream) Gay Rights Movement, the Negro Elites, Affluent White Liberals, Big Coal, the Struggling Nuclear Power Industry, NATO, Central & South American Oligarchs, Bio-tech Firms, Military Contractors, (mainstream) Feminist, African Oligarchs…

Obama has been a catastrophe for the Black masses (the African Diaspora and Continental Africans), the world’s ecosystems, endangered species (plant & animals), Whistle Blowers, Investigative Journalism, Social Justice Movements (Occupy/BLM), the Global Anti-War Movement, Haiti, Public Education, the Single-Payer Healthcare Struggle, Palestine, The Bolivarian Revolution, World Peace (he ignited a new Cole War)….

So, overall Obama is Great, Good, or Bad depending on where you fall in the Racial, Class, and Ideological spectrum. 

No president can be favored by all, in a nation and a world full of competing and conflicting interest; presidents, just like the rest of us, have to pic a side.  Obama picked and repped his side hard.  Obama is on the side of Empire, Capitalist Class, the Elites, and the Status Quo.

I’m Black, Poor, Socialist, Pro-Peace, Pro-Justice, and Pan-African so for me, the Obama Administration and his policies have been horrible, not the worst, but far as fuck from the best, way far; like Nixon was better than Obama, seriously.  Obama is as bad as Woodrow Wilson, not as Racist, but just as manipulative, warmongering, and elitist as Wilson. 

What saves Obama, Bush, Clinton and many other modern presidents is that there were presidents who owned slaves, who would openly rape African women, father Black children, then sell those children on the auction block; it’s kinda hard for post-Emancipation presidents to top that level of evil in the modern era, but it ain’t for lack of trying. 

As for me personally, excluding the POTUS’s that were elected during Chattel Enslavement of my ancestors, I would say Obama was the worst for one primary reason: Cuz He Black, and should fucking know/do better!  I have higher expectations for my own people, no matter how often I’m left down, I still do.  So, to see a Black man behaving like a White man is worse than a White man doing White man things; but that’s just my own bias. 


So, you have both my objective and subjective assessment of Obama’s Administration.

I will be glad when he’s out of office and I hope no other Black man ascends to the helm of the US Empire, I hope the Empire collapses or is dismantled long before then.   

The Myth of the Horrible Trenches

Pictured - German dead in a sunken road.  Trench warfare is by its very nature a morbid affair, but the horrors of the First World War, and in particular the Western Front, have been widely over-exaggerated. 

In the late 1920s a spate of World War One memoirs and novels was unleashed on the reading public. Siegfried Sassoon’s Memories of a Fox-Hunting Man, R.C. Sherriff’s play Journey’s End, Richard Alderton’s Death of a Hero, Erich Maria Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front, Robert Grave’s Goodbye to All That, Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms.  Between contrasts of style and personal response, the content and theme of most of these trench novels is largely the same - idealism turned to disillusion, the miseries of trench living, the destructive weight of modern firepower, the obscenity of death on a modern battlefield.

These works share another characteristic feature, in that their authors tended to be men who came from sheltered, upper-class backgrounds.  In no way were the war authors and poets representative of the fighting man of World War One.  Indeed, most of them would have been as miserable in the slums of Manchester as they were on the battlefields of France.  The squalor they presented of trenches and dug-outs shocked middle class British readers, all while one-third of the British population lived in horrid slums!  The description’s of these are little better than those of the trenches:

‘Two rooms.  In the lower room the brick floor is in holes.  Fireplace without grate in bottom.  Wooden floor of upper room has large holes admitting numbers of mice.  Roof very defective, the rain falling through on to the bed in wet weather.’


The social investigator R.H. Sherard’s description of his revulsion to Manchester would hardly be out of place in Sassoon’s chilling trench tale:

‘I was entering once again the veritable gloom and disaster of the thing called Armageddon… a dreadful place, a place of horror and desolation which no imagination could have invented.  Also it was a place where a man of strong spirit might know himself utterly powerless’.

Had Robert Graves or Siegfried Sassoon spent four years working in a textile factory, undoubtedly their memoirs would have been little different.  The European laborer did not lack for poison gas either:

‘The chemical men work amid foul odours and in an intense heat - the temperature being as often as high as 120 degrees.  They sweat and toil in an atmosphere charged with biting acids, or deadly gases, or dense with particles of lime.‘

The average Tommy in the trenches was quite possibly better off than he had been at home, even if his public schoolboy subaltern was wrapped in novel misery.  Indeed, most footsoldiers greeted war with a deal of cheerful cynicism.  An excellent parallel is the experience of Robert Graves, the author of I Claudius, and then an officer in the Royal Welch Fusiliers, and Frank Richards, a long-service private in the same regiment.  In contrast to Graves’ gloomy narrative, Richard’s memoirs brim with the typical hardiness of a regular soldier. Even Graves was forced to marvel at the ease with which his subordinates accepted their lot, as when some of them confronted the corpse of a friend.

‘His comrades joke as they push out of the way to get by. ‘Out of the light, you old bastard!  Do you own this bloody trench?’ Or else they shake hands with him familiarly.  ‘Put it there, Billy Boy.’  Of course they’re miners and accustomed to death.’

Not only is the myth of the Great War’s unique horribleness untrue, so is the myth of the ‘Lost Generation’ killed on its battlefields.  Britain lost 702,410 men killed in the war.  512,564 of them died on the Western Front, the theatre that looms largest in the public mind.  Yet this is only 50,000 more than Italy lost during World War One, and yet there was no feeling that Italy was a nation drained of its vitality after the end of the conflict; still less France, who lost 1,327,000 dead, or Germany, who lost more still.

Unlike France, Britain suffered no catastrophic battles on its own soil, and unlike Germany it suffered no harsh economic failure afterwards.  Yet there existed into the 1930s - and to this very day - that World War One had fundamentally crippled the British Empire.  A fitting contrast to this opinion is America after the end of its civil war in 1865.  In proportion to population, America lost more men in its civil war than Britain did in the Great War, yet post-war American history was not characterized by stagnation.  Nor was post-1945 Britain, even though Bomber Command suffered as heavy losses as the British officer corps did between 1914 and 1918.

The writers and poets who emphasized the misery of the trenches failed to understand the underlying causes of the war, many of which undermined their pacifist ideals.  They simplified a complex conflict and its war aims into a brutal and meaningless bloodbath characterized by idiot generals launching pointless offensives.  It made for good reading, but is hardly an accurate way to understand the First World War. In a way, the greatest toll of the war was the physical destruction it caused, psychological after-effects it created in its wake.