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“The murder of Botham Jean appears to be a classic case of USA police training to shoot first and ask questions later.”
Classic
First
Questions
Murder
Training
Police
Case
Shoot
Jean
Botham
Incendies
“Every balle que je mets dans le fusil, Is like a poème.
And I shoot a poème to the people and it is the précision of my poème qui tue les gens”
Poetry
Bullet
Incendies
Dead Toad Scrolls
“Personal storytelling is akin to taking a detailed accounting of our actions, deeds, thoughts, and impulses, a comprehensive listing of our acts of depravity and kindness, an exhaustive statement of being. Scrolling backward through our muddling, taking an incisive look inside our hard case craniums, we gather a vision of the desired future course of action for ourselves and simultaneously send out a glimmer of morning light for people who witness our life force stammering its series of dashed, interlinear lines across the infinite galaxies of time and space. Analogous to the impulsive death dance of a shooting star, our final spasmodic rattle illumines the unrelenting darkness of unbounded space for other stargazing voyagers to witnesses. By being a dash of light in a wash of darkness, we inspire other intrepid explorers.”
Stories
Memoir
Storytelling
Autobiography
Memoir Writing
Autobiographical
Story Of Your Life
Essayist
Writing Memoir
Narrative Writing
The Woman in White
“The girl ginned again, more cheerfully than ever. 'Bless you, miss! Baxter's the keeper; and when he finds strange dogs hunting about, he takes and shoots 'em. It's keeper's dooty, miss. I think that dog will die. Here's where he's been shot, ain't it? That's Baxter's doings, that is. Baxter's doings, miss, and Baxter's dooty.'
It was almost wicked enough to wish that Baxter had shot the housemaid instead of the dog.”
Dog
Wilkie Collins
Marian Halcombe
Anne Catherick
Blackwater Park
Mrs Catherick
The Woman In White
How to Be an Antiracist
“Our world is suffering from metastatic cancer. Stage 4. Racism has spread to nearly every part of the body politic, intersecting with bigotry of all kinds, justifying all kinds of inequities by victim blaming; heightening exploitation and misplaced hate; spurring mass shootings, arms races, and demagogues who polarize nations, shutting down essential organs of democracy; and threatening the life of human society with nuclear war and climate change. In the United States, the metastatic cancer has been spreading, contracting, and threatening to kill the American body as it nearly did before its birth, as it nearly did during its Civil War. But how many people stare inside the body of their nations' racial inequities, their neighborhoods' racial inequities, their occupations' racial inequities, their institutions' racial inequities, and flatly deny that their policies are racist? They flatly deny that racial inequity is a signpost of racist policy. They flatly deny the racist policy as they use racist ideas to justify the racial inequity. They flatly deny the cancer of racism as the cancer cells spread and literally threaten their own lives and the lives of the people and spaces and places they hold dear. The popular conception of denial--like the popular strategy of suasion--is suicidal.”
Denial
Racism
Antiracism
Inequity
Systemic Racism
Institutional Racism
Racist Policies
Natalie Tan's Book of Luck & Fortune
“Baskets of dim sum rested on the glass lazy Susan: spicy phoenix claws, plump purses of har gow, shumai topped with green pea crowns, and airy wu gok.
I had learned from previous meetings that the old man was adamant about following tradition, which meant I had to arrive with an empty stomach. Refusing offered food was an insult Old Wu didn't take lightly.
I helped myself to a sample of each dish. Made of minced pork with a paper-thin wrapper, the steamed shumai was tender, and the har gow was juicy with the shrimp with bamboo shoots highlighted by a peekaboo skin. Then I bit into the wu gok, a fried taro puff with a wispy, crunchy shell and a dripping shrimp and pork filling. The powdery creaminess of the dish made this my favorite of the bunch.”
Dumplings
Fillings
Dim Sum
The Yellow Birds
“Hey, how are you?" they'd say. And I'd answer, "I feel like I'm being eaten from the inside out and I can't tell anyone what's going on because everyone is so grateful to me all the time and I'll feel like I'm ungrateful or something. Or like I'll give away that I don't deserve anyone's gratitude and really they should all hate me for what I've done but everyone loves me for it and it's driving me crazy." Right.
Or should I have said that I wanted to die, not in the sense of wanting to throw myself off of that train bridge over there, but more like wanting to be asleep forever because there isn't any making up for killing women or even watching women get killed, or for that matter killing men and shooting them in the back and shooting them more times than necessary to actually kill them and it was like just trying to kill everything you saw sometimes because it felt like there was acid seeping down into your soul and then your soul is gone and knowing from being taught your whole life that there is no making up for what you are doing, your're taught that your whole life, but then even your mother is so happy and proud because you lined up your sight posts and made people crumple and they were not getting up ever and yeah they might have been trying to kill you too, so you say, What are you gonna do?, but really it doesn't matter because by the end you failed at the one good thing you could have done, the one person you promised would live is dead, and you have seen all things die in more manners than you'd like to recall...”
War
Ptsd
Soldier
Iraq
Veterans Survivor Guilt
Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View
“He looked back at Lobot, and pointed at the screen, where Han Solo was once again risking Lando's ship, his precious, beautiful Millennium Falcon, for no reason he could figure.
"If I ever do anything like that...shoot me."
"No problem," Lobot said.”
Han Solo
Charles Soule
Lando Calrissian
Millennium Falcon
Lobot
“Stephen Paddock had a pilot's license and flew small airplanes in the past. The altitudes that he flew at and whether he used oxygen above 10,000 feet in un-pressurized planes to prevent Cerebral Hypoxia from occurring is unknown. The highest altitude that he has been exposed to in an un-pressurized environment is a mystery. In 2017 he committed the worst mass shooting in modern USA history, killing many and wounding hundreds.”
Stephen
Pilot
Airplanes
Oxygen
10000
Altitudes
License
Faa
Flew
Paddock
The INTP: Personality, Careers, Relationships, & the Quest for Truth and Meaning
“Types with Si in their functional stack, including INTPs, tend to eat a fairly routine or consistent diet, "eating to live" rather than "living to eat." They are also conservative with regard to their resources, tending toward saving over spending. Minimalists to the core, INTPs have a diminished need for novel physical pleasures and material comforts. Their mates may get frustrated with their tendency to shoot down proposed expenditures, most of which seem superfluous or otherwise unnecessary to the bare bones pragmatist that is the INTP”
Intp
Lady Sophia's Lover
“What if you married again?" Sophia asked, held prisoner by his vivid silver gaze. "Wouldn't you worry about your wife's fidelity?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I would keep her so busy in my bed that she would have neither the time nor the inclination to seek another man's company."
The words caused an odd quiver to shoot through Sophia's belly. It was an admission of nothing less than an all-consuming sexual appetite. It conformed everything she had learned about him so far. Sir Ross was not a man to do anything by half measures. Before she could stop herself, Sophia imagined what it might be like to lie tangled with him in intimacy, his mouth at her breasts, his hands moving gently over her body. Her face flamed with a mixture of embarrassment and awareness.
"Forgive me," he said softly. "I should not have spoken so frankly."
Another surprise- Sophia had never encountered a man from any walk of life who would lower himself to apologize to an employee, much less to a female one. "It was my fault," she managed to say. "I should not have asked such personal questions. I don't know why I did."
"Don't you?" His gaze snared hers again, and the hot flicker in his eyes made it difficult for her to breathe.
Sophia had been trying to discover more about his character and the workings of his heart. It was all for the purpose of manipulation, of course. All part of her quest to make him fall in love with her. Unfortunately, she was finding it difficult to ignore a growing attraction to the man she planned to hurt. She wanted to remain cool and uninvolved when they finally shared a bed. However, there were so many seductive qualities about him: his intelligence, his compassion for vulnerable creatures, the raw need beneath his self-controlled facade.”
Sexual Attraction
Sophia And Ross
Ross Cannon
Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love
“Charlie glanced at the poster hanging on the door, which announced the store's annual Hungry Ghost Festival, just four days away. It used to be Charlie's favorite holiday, from the puppet shows at the community center to the paper lanterns that his mom hung outside and to the food- especially the food. Sautéed pea shoots. Roasted duck. Pineapple cakes that fit into the palm of your hand. Then there was his grandma's shaved ice with all the toppings- chopped mangos, condensed milk poured on thick, and her famous mung beans in sugary syrup. He could eat a whole bowl of those.”
Festival
Desserts
Chinese Food
Mandarin
“In the era of an overloaded electromagnetic radiation environment, it is not surprising to see sharks becoming aggressive towards humans and frequent mass shootings being a normal aspect of USA culture.”
Culture
Environment
Usa
Mass
Electromagnetic
Radiation
Aspect
Aggressive
Sharks
Shootings
Solitary Man
“I apologize for showing up unannounced, son…” the DDO said as he filled and lit his pipe. “But we need you back. You’ve had half a year off. He looked intently at his favorite troubleshooter. “It’s time for Solitary Man to be reactivated.”
Cia
Spy Thriller
Action Adventure Thriller
The Strawberry Thief
“The almond blossom from the tree has gone, to be replaced by new green shoots. It smells of spring, and mown grass, and tilled earth from the fields beyond. Now is the month of
Germinal
in the Republican calendar: the month of hyacinth, and bees, and violet, and primrose. It is also the windy month; the month of new beginnings, and I have never felt it so strongly as I feel it now: that sense of possibility; that irresistible lightness.”
New Beginnings
Spring
March
Germinal
“First you point your pea shooter at me; now you want more beer. Hell of a first date.”
Just Right
Deadwood
“It seemed like the time to mention Abilene, where Bill shot Mike Williams. Mike was the only man Bill ever killed by accident, to Charley's knowledge. He was a policeman--they'd had an election and the winners hired their nephews as policemen, after Bill had made the place safe to be a policeman--and it was the luck of things that when Phil Coe came after Bill in the street, Mike Williams came around a corner and Bill shot him through the head, thinking it was one of Phil Coe's brothers. Then he shot Phil.
The newspaper wouldn't let it heal. It brought Mike Williams back from the dead every week, like a blood relative. The editor called him a
fine specimen of Kansas manhood
, and declared a "Crusade to
Rid Abilene and the State of Kansas of Wild Bill and All His Ilk." Those were the exact words, because for a while after that Bill called him "Ilk."
It wasn't the newspaper that got Bill and Charley out of Kansas, though. It was a petition. It was left with the clerk at the hotel where they stayed, three hundred and sixteen signatures asking Bill to leave, not a word of gratitude for what he'd done. He sat down in the lobby with the petition in his lap, running his fingers through his hair. He read every name--there were six sheets of them--and when he finished a sheet, he'd hand it to Charley and he'd read it too.
It was the worst back-shooting Charley had ever seen; they even let the women sign. Bill shrugged and smiled, but some of the names hurt him. He thought he'd had friends in Kansas, and looking at the names he saw they were all afraid of him.
What ran Wild Bill out of Abilene was hurt feelings.”
Newspaper
Petition
Policeman
Back Shooting
Ilk
Receiver of Many
“People throughout Hellas had built shrines of wood and living things to Kore and to her mother aeons ago, maintaining them generation after generation. Her private sanctums were always open to the sky, the sunlight, the honeybees and birds that helped her tend to the new shoots and flowers. One of Kore's favorite sacred places lay in this very clearing at the base of the oak tree. Clusters of white larkspur grew up the perfect circle of green willow shoots that served as her walls. Her ceiling was the vaulted branches and the stars wheeling above. The grass beneath her was soft, not wet with dew as it sometimes was, and strewn with rushes and violet petals upon which she made her bed.”
Goddesses
Natures Beauty
Shrines
Demeter And Persephone
Kore
“The majority of mental illness is not mass shooters, it is people with forgetfulness, confusion and irritability.”
People
Confusion
Illness
Brain
Majority
Mental
Mass
Forgetfulness
Irritability
Shooters
“(They) weren't, when you got right down to it,
particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren't. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and playing guitars at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and
minds will follow.”
Good Omens
“Intended Strategy is shooting with a rifle not a shotgun”
Goals
Strategy
Strategic Intent
Strategic Planning
Strategic Execution
Cheqmate
Circular Strategy
Peaches for Father Francis
“This was my thought as I followed her to the cemetery, pausing every few minutes as she and the children stopped to pick a handful of roadside flowers- weeds, for the most part- dandelions; ragwort; daisies; poppies; a stray anemone from the verge; a fistful of rosemary from someone's garden, pushing its shoots through a dry stone wall.
Of course, Vianne Rocher
likes
weeds. And the children- the young one especially- lent themselves to the game with glee, so that by the time we reached the place, she had a whole armful of flowers and herbs tied together with bindweed and a straggle of wild strawberry-”
Weeds
Bouquet Of Flowers
Flowers And Plants
Golden Boy and the Two Bears
“I want a spark. I want to wow someone. I want someone to know me better than I know myself. I want to dance with someone. I want to see a shooting star. I want to make someone’s day, every day.”
Love
Asher Williams
Morgan King
“Seduction,” I growled, shooting a nearby goddess with my Finger Arrow of Seduction.
She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, having to lean against the woman next to her for support. I thought that was hilarious, so I took aim and shot my Finger Arrow of Seduction again, at the next woman, adding a wink for good measure. She giggled, swaying on her feet.
“Quit that,” Siret complained, reaching over me to slap down my weapon.”
Funny
Willa Knight
Curse Of The Gods
Abcurse
Aros
Siret
Strength Book 4
“Okay fine, I’m finished playing,” I lied. “We can go now.”
“She’s lying. You need to keep an eye on her,” Aros warned, as Siret took my arm.
He held me as though he didn’t really know how to touch me, just like when I had been disguised as Sienna.
“I’ll behave,” I promised, as Siret shook his head.
A moment before we disappeared, I made sure to shoot Aros with my Seduction finger-arrow one more time, and I caught his grimace just before the marble cave melted from view.”
Funny
Willa Knight
Curse Of The Gods
Abcurse
Aros
Siret
Strength Book 4
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