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It was a one-of-a-kind moment of grace, humanity and compassion in the dominion of injustice and evil known as the military court of Judea, in the West Bank. In a spontaneous decision, Israel Prison Service officer Bassem Kashkush allowed Yafa and Suha Jarrar to approach their mother, Khalida, and embrace her. Even the elders of the court can’t remember anything like it.

-   Palestinian MP's Crimes: Visiting Prisoners and Talking to the Media
-   My Wife, the Jailed Palestinian MP

The young women walked up to their mother, hugged her long and hard, and the tears flowed unbidden. Mother and daughters cried; the husband and father, Ghassan Jarrar, wept bitterly. The sympathizers and international observers who are attending Jarrar’s trial cried, too, and a tear was even spotted in a female prison guard’s eye. “What’s this, is everyone crying here today?” she blurted out.

Twenty-nine-year-old Yafa hasn’t seen her mother for about a year, and her sister, Suha, 24, for about six months. Last week they arrived from Canada for a vacation. They are both graduate students, Yafa working toward a doctorate in law, Suha about to begin her Ph.D. in environmental studies, and this week they had an emotional reunion with their mother in court. Unlike in previous hearings, Jarrar was brought to the courtroom without iron shackles on her feet.

Khalida Jarrar, a member of the Palestinian Legislative Council, has been in detention for almost three months. At first she was in administrative detention, as Israeli authorities had no intention of putting her on trial. But after a wave of international protest, she was remanded in custody until the conclusion of legal proceedings against her and indicted on 12 counts – all of them saliently political – which include such ludicrous charges as attending a book fair and visiting a released prisoner in his home. Her trial began this week in the Ofer military prison courtroom.

Internationally, Jarrar is a story, but in Israel she’s a non-story. The judge, Lt. Col. Zvi Heilbron, like the prosecutor and the judge in the previous round of hearings, wears a skullcap. This military court increasingly resembles a synagogue.

The hearing this week was short and preliminary. “See you soon,” “We are proud of you,” the daughters cried out to their mother, before she was taken back to Sharon Prison.

Afterward, in a splendid old house in Ramallah that belongs to a friend of the family, we spoke to the two impressive young women about their mother and father. Yafa and Suha, like many of their peers, are veterans of night raids on their home, when their father was taken away – he had been arrested no fewer than 14 times before their eyes – and their parents were humiliated. As the daughters of a left-wing Palestinian family, they are secular, modern in their outlook and very involved in the international campaign to obtain their mother’s release.

Suha reinserted the stud in the piercing on her chin – she thought she wouldn’t be allowed to enter the courtroom with it. The family of another female prisoner brought them a present from their mother: cases for a lighter and for a pen, handcrafted in plastic by the most famous Palestinian prisoner in the world today, Khalida Jarrar, mother of Yafa and Suha, whose names are embroidered on the covers.

Suha was born during one of her father’s incarcerations and saw him at home for the first time when she was three. When she visited him in prison, she could not reconcile the man in the photos with the person behind the iron bars. At the time, if a prisoner’s child was small enough, it could be handed to him through an opening.

Suha remembers when she became too big to sit on her father’s knees. She remembers the cold Hebron prison and the long ride to the Ketziot facility, in the Negev desert. Dad would give them cookies he had baked in prison, in the shape of their initials.

Until 2002, which was the last time Ghassan was arrested, their childhood was marked by rough trips to different prisons. But what the daughters remember most vividly is the drum-like steps of the soldiers in the middle of the night, and the crude pounding on the door with rifle butts. They grew up thinking that this was the routine way of life of every child in the world.

Yafa, who left to begin her studies abroad a dozen years ago, recalls the winter of 1990. There was snow in Ramallah, the soldiers came again to take away her father, and she ran upstairs to get his gloves. She didn’t find them, only her mother’s, and she still carries a burden of guilt over the event. She was never afraid of the soldiers, she insists. There was only one time when Yafa was apprehensive: She had an orange lollipop in the cupboard, and the soldiers came at night to do a search. She was afraid they would take her candy. That didn’t happen.

“She was only afraid for the lollipop, not for her father,” Ghassan recalls now, laughing.

Suha, who has been gone for five years, remembers that during one of the arrests, she held onto the edge of her father’s pants and wouldn’t let go until the soldiers pried them apart. She was five at the time. The last time the Israel Defense Forces took her father out of his bed and took him away, she was 12. She remembers that she was sleeping on a mattress on the ground floor – they were afraid to sleep on the upper floor because of IDF snipers – pretending to be asleep, until a soldier kicked her to make her get up.

Suha recalls that she saw her father putting on his shoes. When soldiers came at night and her father put on his shoes, she knew what was going to happen. She burst into tears. Her father tried to calm her – “Halas [enough], sweetie” – and Suha remembers a soldier imitating her father mockingly. She also remembers that they weren’t allowed to open the curtains in the bedroom. Once she did and a sniper’s bullet whistled past her.

The only time Suha was genuinely afraid, she says now, was last summer, when dozens of soldiers swooped into the house in order to present her mother with an order banishing her to Jericho. That night Ghassan was sleeping in his factory in Beit Furik, which manufactures colorful plush toys, and Yafa was in Canada. Khalida and Suha were alone in the house.

Suha: “I was 23 already, and I can’t describe to you how helpless I felt, how frightened and scared I was. I was shaking all over when they came. I was always afraid of the moment when they would come to arrest my mother. At one point I even thought of throwing her off the balcony, because I was so afraid of what would happen to her. I remember telling the soldiers not to touch her cat. I told them that they didn’t have the right even to look at him. He’s so attached to Mom.”

Yafa: “It wasn’t until I studied human rights, in Canada, that I understood that they [IDF forces] had been using us as a human shield for years. They always ordered us to open the doors and closets for them. My Canadian lecturer told me, ‘You were a human shield.’”

The daughters were in Canada – Yafa in Regina, Saskatchewan, Suha in Ottawa – on April 2 when Khalida was arrested. It was evening in Canada and nighttime in Ramallah when Suha’s cellphone rang; it was her father calling, she saw on the screen. She was filled with foreboding. Had her mother been arrested? Maybe the cat had died? Suha took a deep breath and answered: “What happened, Dad?” He replied curtly: “They took Mom.”

Suha, feeling her world had come unraveled, started to tremble.

Yafa was at work in Regina, waitressing. Her boyfriend arrived and said, “They arrested your mother.” It was still April 1 in Saskatchewan, and Yafa was certain that her friend James was pulling her leg.

Last week, Yafa and Suha met in Frankfurt and from there went on to Ramallah. Suha: “We knew it would be hard to come back to a house without Mom. We have a homecoming routine: Dad waits at the bridge [Allenby Bridge, connecting Jordan to the West Bank], Mom cooks our favorite foods at home. Then we get into Dad’s car and call Mom and tell her we’ve crossed the bridge and we’re on the way. We get home and Mom is standing on the balcony, waving to us. Then we go up the stairs and hug and kiss, and give Mom the chocolates from the duty-free shop.

“But this time only posters of her were at the entrance. Mom wasn’t on the balcony and the house was empty. We knew it would be hell. Almost approaching a feeling of mourning or loss. Bitterness and injustice.”

As to the hugs in court, Suha says she knows that prisoners replay such a moment in their mind for a long time, so she didn’t want to cry and get her mom upset. But she couldn’t help herself. Khalida managed to tell her daughters that she’d heard them on the Radio Palestine program in which people dedicate a song to a prisoner. They told her not to worry: Ajwa, the cat, is fine.

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BUKOVEL is the largest ski resort in Eastern Europe situated in Ukraine, in the Ivano-Frankivsk Oblast (province) of western Ukraine. A part of it is in state property. The resort is located almost on the ridge-lines of the Carpathian Mountains at elevation of above the sea level near the village of Polianytsia (Yaremche municipality) (about a half mile away). It is one of the most popular ski resorts in the Ukrainian Carpathian Mountains and is situated southwest of the city of Yaremche. In 2012, Bukovel was named the fastest-growing ski resort in the world.

History

The resort was pioneered in 2000 by a joint venture of Scorzonera Ltd. and Horizont AL as an all-year-round tourist and recreational complex. The research for potential ski fields and cableways of the first stage was conducted in cooperation with Plan-Alp, Austria, and Ecosign, Canada, who also finalized the master plan for the resort. By late 2001, a first 691-meter ski lift was launched at the Northern slope of Mountain Bukovel along with the projected chairlift ropeway at the Bukovel's north-western slope. The project was finished in Sept.-Oct. 2002 as a 1000-metre ropeway. In 2003, a second slope, 2A ski run with a chairlift was introduced, and in 2004 a 7A ski run with a surface lift started its operation.

With mere 48,000 visitors in 2003, Bukovel welcomed 206,000 tourists in 2005-2006, 400,000 in 2006-2007 and 850,000 visitors in 2008-2009. The 2010-2011 winter season recorded 1,200,000 day visits with foreigners' amounting to 8-10% of all visitors. In 2012, the Bukovel was named the fastest-growing ski resort worldwide.

In December 2016, after the nationalization of PrivatBank, a part of the Bukovel resort became state-owned. In October 2018, the state-owned part of it was put up for sale.[1][2] On 7 March 2020 it was announced that portion of the resort that belongs to Privatbank will be sold.[3]

Ski Resort

[Ski runs] Bukovel currently boasts 16 ski lifts with roughly of pistes. There are 61 pistes sections of which 12 are Blue (beginners), 41 Red (intermediates) and 8 are Black (experts). The longest piste is 5K at .

There are 11×4-person chair lifts, 1×3-person chair lift, 1×2-person chair lift and 1×T-bar. The top elevation is on Mount Dovha at 1,372 meters and the base elevation is 900 meters above sea level, for a total vertical drop of 472 meters.[4]

There are five distinct mountains in the area:

-   Bukovel – 3,698 ft (1,127 m)
-   Chorna Kleva – 4,088 ft (1,246 m)
-   Babyn Pohar – 3,870 ft (1,180 m)
-   Dovha – 4,501 ft (1,372 m)
-   Bulchinokha – 3,770 ft (1,150 m)

On the other side of mount Babyn Pohar is a nature preserve “Gorgany”. Bukovel's ski season depends on climatic factors and is usually around the beginning of December to mid-April. Night skiing is available from 4:30 to 7:30 p.m. Bukovel is growing rapidly, and new equipment and runs are being added each year.

Recreation

[Four-seat lifts] [Hotels] [Snow Park] [Small lake with ecological heating system] [Larhe Bukovel's lake] The resort contains all facilities for sports, business, leisure and health

-   60 km of the ski runs equipped with snow cannons
-   63 ski runs of various difficulty levels
-   16 skilifts capable of servicing 34,700 people an hour
-   ski school that includes a school for children
-   ski rental shops
-   snow park
-   bicycle park

Accommodations

-   7 high-profile hotels
-   Capacity to host 1,500 people at the resort itself and 12,000 people in the vicinity
-   4- and 5-star chalets with a garage, swimming pool, sauna and a personal ski-in and ski-out

Entertainment

-   Buka Entertainment Centre
-   A lake with an eco-friendly heating and a beach
-   Rope alpine-park
-   A skating field
-   Bicycle park
-   Dog sleds riding
-   Horse riding
-   Quadracycling
-   Paintball/Airsoft
-   Extreme Sports Park
-   Walking tourist routes and tours
-   Rafting
-   Snowbiking
-   Kinder Club for children
-   Leopark Children's Entertainment Centre
-   Big-Airbag
-   Equipment rental (Zorb, Segway scooters, Quad cycles, Snowbikes, Snowtubing, Snowmobiles)

Health Facilities

Starting in 2008, the Bukovel has been developing as a health and balneotherapy centre for people with problems with musculoskeletal, digestive and urinary systems (as attested by the Odessa Institute for Baleotherapy and Resorts). Bukovel has a free-of-charge pump room to drink mineral water. The resort is also known for its baths of mineral water and herb extracts.

The Largest Artificial Lake in Ukraine

In the summer of 2014, Bukovel opened the largest artificial lake in Ukraine.

- area of 6,8 hectares

- dimensions of 750 x 140 m

- the beach stretching for 2 km

- the depth up to 15 m

The lake was the most ambitious resort project worth almost 150 mln UAH.

The lake shores have arranged deckchairs, recreation areas and beach cafes. And on the lake itself there is the whole range of water activities:

-   water - skis
-   wakeboarding
-   kayaking
-   business jet
-   jet - ski
-   waterslide
-   diving school

For the safety of tourists, all sites have experienced instructors and accredited lifeguards present. The areas for swimming and water activities are delineated.

The lake water is clear and warm up to 20-22 degrees. Among tourists, the lake has been called the “Carpathian Sea”.

Ski runs and lifts

[Snow Cannon] Bukovel comprises facilities situated at five mountains: Dovha (1,372 m), Bukovel (1,127 m), Bulchinekha (1,455 m), Babiy Pohar (1,180 m), and Chorna Kleva (1,241 m) thus giving it 60 km of ski runs of various difficulty levels.

All runs provide space for up to 15,000 skiers to ski simultaneously. The runs are on slopes with grass basis, equipped with snow cannons and protected from direct sun light. Three of the runs are lighted to provide skiing at night.

During season, the resort has 16 ski lifts capable in operation to service 34,700 people an hour.

There are 63 ski runs in total, from 300 to 2,350 m long and are classified as blue, red and black. Their height drop is 40 to 285 m.

The resort also has a professional giant slalom run and a mogul run 1A.

Ski resort has 16 ski lifts, including:

-   13 four-seat chairlifts (lifts 1R, 2R, 5, 7, 8, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 22)
-   1 three-seat chairlift (lift 3)
-   1 two-seat chairlift (lift 2)
-   1 T-bar lift (lift 6)

Besides, there are several surface lifts for beginners (rope tows and magic carpet).

Bukovel Ski School

Bukovel Ski School was set up in 2001 by the Bukovel Ski Resort and ski and snowboarding coaches. It trains people of all ages, as well as provides training grounds for professional sportsmen. The School promotes skiing and health programmes. During each season the Bukovel Ski Schools organizes over 30 ski and snowboarding events for children, amateurs, professional sportsmen and coaches. In the summertime the School holds a children's health and sports camp programmes and other leisure events for Bukovel's visitors.

The Bukovel Ski School co-sponsors several large-scale charity social projects among children, junior sportsmen and students of boarding schools to promote skiing. The School cooperates with the Ukraine's Ministry for Education and Science and Ministry for Youth and Sports, Ski Federation of Ukraine and Ukraine's National Olympic Committee. All coaches have qualified under ISIA, international standards for skiing and snowboarding instructors.

Bukovel Bike Park

Bike Park at the Bukovel Ski Resort has routes for various mountain biking disciplines (MTB):

-   Cross-Country
-   DownHill

The bike routes run for 46.7 km with 4.7 km for speed downhill biking. The Bike Park has 10 routes of various difficulty and length, from general tours to DownHill and SuperD.

Over 6,000 visitors came to the Park each season.

The Bukovel Bike Park organizes and hosts a number of biking events yearly, including the Bukovel Grand Bike Fest, Ukraine's National DownHill Championship and Bukovel DH.[5]

Bukovel Sport Weekends

In 2016, Bukovel held 4 sport events: Bukovel Sprint Triathlon Cup, Bukovel Mountain UltraSwim, Bukovel Triathlon Olympic Cup and Bukovel Endurance UltraTrail. The Sport Weekends concept became popular among Ukrainian sportsmen – they chose the hardest distances and the highest mountain competitions. Bukovel aims to become a sports capital of Ukraine. To attain this objective the resort has increased the number of competitions and distance options. Under the “Train and Compete in Bukovel” slogan in 2017 Bukovel Sport Weekends are to consist of:

-   20/05 – Bukovel Cycling Race
-   27/05 – Bukovel Sprint Triathlon Cup
-   11-13/08 – Bukovel 160 km UltraTrail
-   2/09 – Bukovel Mountain UltraSwim
-   9/09 – Bukovel Olympic Triathlon Cup
-   16-17 – Bukovel Endurance 55 km Trail
-   30/09 – Bukovel 1/2 Iron Triathlon

Winter Olympic ambitions

The local government announced in 2006 that the Bukovel ski and snowboard resort was expanding to in anticipation of Ukraine bidding to host the 2018 Winter Olympics. The additional land will be used for the construction of several new ski lifts and service projects. Previously, the land was a government-managed forest preserve area.[6] Bukovel has also plans to build an Olympic winter stadium in preparation for a possible bid.[7] In 2008, the head of the Ukrainian NOC (National Olympic Committee), Serhiy Bubka, announced that even though Bukovel is a world-class ski-resort the talks of hosting the Olympic games are ridiculous as the town does not have the required infrastructure to host such a big event. The deadline for the Olympic bid was October 15, 2009, for which Bukovel was not prepared.

In the early months of 2010, the administration of Bukovel was involved in the government scandal around the dismissal of the director of the Gorgany Natural Preserve. Vasyl Kisliak was fired by the Minister for protection of the natural environment Filipchuk “for a low level of organizational skills” as the administration of Bukovel could not find a middle ground and cooperation with the director. The cornerstone of the argument became an infrastructural development of the resort and particularly a road that would connect Bukovel with Yaremche.[8]

In 2014, Ukraine dropped its 2022 Olympic bid for which it was considered a front runner along with Norway due to the War in Donbass.[9]

Gallery

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[3] Privatbank is preparing to sell “Bukovel” (Приватбанк готується до продажу “Буковелю”). Zakarpattya Online. 7 March 2020

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[6] Ukraine May Bid For 2018 Winter Olympic Games

[7] 2018 Winter Games – Sofia To Bid, Bukovel Prepares

[8] Value of the road at the Carpathian Preserve (BBC March 16, 2010)

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answer: The local government announced in 2006 that the Bukovel ski and snowboard resort was expanding to in anticipation of Ukraine bidding to host the 2018 Winter Olympics. The additional land will be used for the construction of several new ski lifts and service projects. Previously, the land was a government-managed forest preserve area. Bukovel has also plans to build an Olympic winter stadium in preparation for a possible bid. In 2008, the head of the Ukrainian NOC (National Olympic Committee), Serhiy Bubka, announced that even though Bukovel is a world-class ski-resort the talks of hosting the Olympic games are ridiculous as the town does not have the required infrastructure to host such a big event. The deadline for the Olympic bid was October 15, 2009, for which Bukovel was not prepared. In 2014, Ukraine dropped its 2022 Olympic bid for which it was considered a front runner along with Norway due to the War in Donbass.

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text: The extension was supposed to happen on speculative terms with regard to the Olympics, so there's no pointing to the 2018 Winter Olympics.

answer: In 2006, the local government announced that the Bukovel ski and snowboard resort was expanding in anticipation of Ukraine's bid to host the 2018 Winter Olympics. Bukovel also had plans to build an Olympic winter stadium in preparation for the bid. In 2008, Ukrainian National Olympic Committee head Serhiy Bubka announced that the town didn't have the infrastructure to host such a large event, despite Bukovel being a world-class ski resort. The deadline for the Olympic bid was October 15, 2009, and Bukovel wasn't prepared for it. In 2014, Ukraine dropped its 2022 Olympic Bid again despite being considered a front runner due to the War in Donbas.

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answer: The local government announced in 2006 that the Bukovel ski and snowboard resort was expanding to in anticipation of Ukraine bidding to host the 2018 Winter Olympics. The additional land will be used for the construction of several new ski lifts and service projects. Previously, the land was a government-managed forest preserve area. Bukovel has also plans to build an Olympic winter stadium in preparation for a possible bid. In 2008, the head of the Ukrainian NOC (National Olympic Committee), Serhiy Bubka, announced that even though Bukovel is a world-class ski-resort the talks of hosting the Olympic games are ridiculous as the town does not have the required infrastructure to host such a big event. The deadline for the Olympic bid was October 15, 2009, for which Bukovel was not prepared. In 2014, Ukraine dropped its 2022 Olympic bid for which it was considered a front runner along with Norway due to the War in Donbass.

answer: In 2006, the local government announced that the Bukovel ski and snowboard resort was expanding in anticipation of Ukraine's bid to host the 2018 Winter Olympics. Bukovel also had plans to build an Olympic winter stadium in preparation for the bid. In 2008, Ukrainian National Olympic Committee head Serhiy Bubka announced that the town didn't have the infrastructure to host such a large event, despite Bukovel being a world-class ski resort. The deadline for the Olympic bid was October 15, 2009, and Bukovel wasn't prepared for it. In 2014, Ukraine dropped its 2022 Olympic Bid again despite being considered a front runner due to the War in Donburis. Vasyl Kislika was fired due to his poor organizational skills.

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answer: In 2006, the local government announced that the Bukovel ski and snowboard resort was expanding in anticipation of Ukraine's bid to host the 2018 Winter Olympics. Bukovel also had plans to build an Olympic winter stadium in preparation for the bid. In 2008, Ukrainian National Olympic Committee head Serhiy Bubka announced that the town didn't have the infrastructure to host such a large event, despite Bukovel being a world-class ski resort. The deadline for the Olympic bid was October 15, 2009, and Bukovel wasn't prepared for it. In 2014, Ukraine dropped its 2022 Olympic Bid again despite being considered a front runner due to the War in Donbas.

answer: In 2006, the local government announced that the Bukovel ski and snowboard resort was expanding in anticipation of Ukraine's bid to host the 2018 Winter Olympics. Bukovel also had plans to build an Olympic winter stadium in preparation for the bid. In 2008, Ukrainian National Olympic Committee head Serhiy Bubka announced that the town didn't have the infrastructure to host such a large event, despite Bukovel being a world-class ski resort. The deadline for the Olympic bid was October 15, 2009, and Bukovel wasn't prepared for it. In 2014, Ukraine dropped its 2022 Olympic Bid again despite being considered a front runner due to the War in Donburis. Vasyl Kislika was fired due to his poor organizational skills.

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The 14TH STREET LINE, designated ROUTES 52, 54, is a daily bus route operated by the Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authority between Takoma station of the Red Line of the Washington Metro and L'Enfant Plaza station (52) of the Blue, Yellow, Orange, Green, and Silver lines of the Washington Metro or Metro Center station (54) of the Red, Blue, Orange, and Silver Lines of the Washington Metro. The line operates every 12 minutes during weekday peak hours, 16 minutes during the weekday midday, and 20-30 minutes at all other times. Trips roughly take 40-60 minutes to complete. Select trips begin/end at 14th Street and Colorado Avenue NW as well.

Background

[Route 52 along 14th Street in 2019.] The 14th Street Line is one of the most heavily used routes in the Metrobus system with about 15,000 riders using these buses on a typical weekday.[1] Those routes connect Takoma station to Downtown DC via 14th Street. However, the routes suffer from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness due to the routes having at least 26 stops and the frequency of buses is at least 20 minutes. This led to residents opting for the more efficient 16th Street buses (the S1, S2, S4, and S9) prior to 2017.[2]

Routes 52 and 54 operate daily 24 hours a day between Takoma station and L'Enfant Plaza station or Metro Center station, running along the 14th Street corridor and connecting many neighborhoods to various Metro stations. Route 52 only serves Takoma station during the early mornings and late nights daily, terminating at 14th Street and Colorado Avenue NW during most of the day. Route 54 operates at all times to Takoma station. Additionally, select route 54 trips are operated during school days from 14th & Aspen Streets NW or Reeves Center going northbound.

Routes 52 and 54 currently operate out of Western division. It originally operated out of Northern division until 2019 when it was closed. At one point, routes 52 and 54 utilized articulated buses, but later stopped using them on a regular basis.

History

The line was originally operated under the Capital Traction Company which began service in 1895. Congress authorized the Rock Creek Railway to purchase and merge with any connecting company, and to change its name which was implemented on September 21, 1895.[3][4] This merger took place with the Washington and Georgetown on September 21, 1895.[5]

In 1896, the former Rock Creek line experimented with a new power system on U Street NW between 9th Street NW and 18th Street NW. The Love system transmitted electricity through a set of trolley wheels running on underground conduit rails instead of through the sliding shoe used elsewhere. While the system worked it was more expensive to install. In the spring of 1899 it was replaced with the sliding shoe and the line continued to the Calvert Street Loop.

Meanwhile the branch of the Pennsylvania Avenue Line from the east edge of the White House northeast on New York Avenue and north on 14th Street Northwest to Florida Avenue, part of the original charter, was opened November 15, 1862.[6] A law passed June 30, 1864 allowed it to continue the line north;[7] it was eventually extended to Park Road and later to Colorado Avenue, where it connected to the Washington and Maryland Line.

The line was originally run by cable cars but was electrified after the powerhouse along 14th street burnt down.[8] The line was later electrified on February 27, 1898. The Pennsylvania Avenue Line and 7th Street Line later followed in 1898.

By the 1920s, cars were turned at four northern terminals: Park Road, Decatur Street, Colorado Avenue, and Takoma (via the Washington and Maryland Line). Some Park Road cars turned west on Pennsylvania Avenue, while cars from all four terminals turned east. 14th Street was also used by Chevy Chase Line cars to Chevy Chase Lake, which turned off at the U Street Line.[9]

Consolidation

The North American Company, a transit and utilities holding company began to acquire stock in the Washington Railway in 1922, gaining a controlling interest by 1928. By December 31, 1933, it owned 50.016% of the voting stock. North American tried to purchase Capital Traction, but Capital Traction always remained widely owned by the residents of Washington, without a principal stock holder. North American never owned more than 2.5% of Capital Traction stock.[10]

Nonetheless the Great Depression proved difficult for the transit companies and so to survive, on December 1, 1933 Washington Railway, Capital Traction, and Washington Rapid Transit merged to form the Capital Transit Company. Washington Railway continued as a holding company, owning 50% of Capital Transit and 100% of PEPCO, but Capital Traction was later dissolved.[11] For the first time street railways in Washington were under the management of one company.

After the 1933 consolidation, the Fourteenth Street Line was combined with part of the ex-Washington Railway and Electric Company Fourth Street Line, which used Fourteenth Street from the White House south to the Bureau of Engraving, where a new underground terminal was built. It later formed routes 50, 52, and 54 which were used the old Fourteenth Street Line, running respectively to the Bureau of Engraving, the ex-WR&E Eleventh Street Line (via U Street), and the Pennsylvania Avenue Line to the Navy Yard. Route 52 was discontinued which ran to U street and 11th Street, but 50 and 54 remained until January 28, 1962.

Bus Lines

Routes 50 and 54 were later acquired to run by buses under DC Transit when streetcars began to phase out. Routes 50 and 54 operated from Takoma and Bureau of Engraving and Printing (50) and Navy Yard (54) primarily running along 14th Street. Route 52 would also be reincarnated to operate a similar pattern to route 52 but altered slightly running via Independence Avenue, 12th Street, and D street. Most trips would end at 14th and Colorado while some trips are extended to Takoma.[12] Routes 50, 52, and 54 eventually became Metrobus routes on February 4, 1973 when WMATA acquired DC Transit and three other transit agencies.[13]

Other routes that weren't formed under the Metrobus tag were the 56 and 58. Route 56 operated from Summit Hills Apartments to the Bureau of Engraving and route 58 operated to Takoma. Route 56 was later renamed routes 50, 52, and 54 when the merger happened in 1973 while route 58 was later renamed route K8.[14]

1978 Changes

On February 6, 1978, routes 50, 52, and 54 were rerouted to serve the newly opened Takoma station in order to connect riders to the Washington Metro.[15]

1990s

During the mid-1990s, route 50 was discontinued, route 52 was shortened to L'Enfant Plaza station, and route 54 was shortened to Federal Triangle. Route 54 was later extended to the L'Enfant Plaza station during the 1990s.

Route 53

Several years after route 50 was eliminated, a new route 53 was introduced to operate along the former route 50 routing between Takoma station and the Bureau of Engraving. It was then later shortened to Federal Triangle and then later shorten to Franklin Square/McPherson Square station.

2015 Proposed Changes

In 2015, WMATA proposed to cut back the 54 to McPherson Square station due to low ridership south of the station. Service to Archives station and L'Enfant Plaza station would be discontinued. But it was also proposed to improve the frequency of buses between Takoma station and 14th Street and Colorado due to high ridership volume.[16]

2016 Changes

On June 26, 2016, route 54 was shorten to Federal Triangle with alternative service provided by routes 52 and 53. However, the frequency of buses increased between Takoma station and 14th Street and Colorado.[17][18]

2017 Proposed Changes

In 2017, WMATA proposed many changes to the 52, 53, and 54.[19]

WMATA proposed to reroute Route 52 to serve the Wharf development via 12th Street, Maine Avenue, and 7th Street SW to and from L'Enfant Plaza station. WMATA also proposed to combine routes 53 and 54 into a new route 54 operating to and from Metro Center station (12th and F Streets NW) shortening route 54 even further. WMATA would also adjust the weekday schedule to coordinate local route 52 and 54 service with a proposed new MetroExtra limited-stop route 59, serve the Wharf, and decrease the time between buses to Takoma station.[20]

These proposed changes were in order to provide service to the new Wharf development, coordinate schedules with new route 59 limited-stop service, simplify 14th Street service and route designations, alleviate bus congestion at Franklin Square, and responds to requests by the District of Columbia and District Department of Transportation. Performance measures for routes 52, 53, and 54 goes as the following:[21]

  Performance Measure       Routes 52, 53, 54   WMATA Guideline   Pass/Fail
  ------------------------- ------------------- ----------------- -----------
  Average Weekday Riders    13,058              432               Pass
  Cost Recovery             33%                 16.6%             Pass
  Subsidy per Rider         $1.72               $4.81             Pass
  Riders per Trip           40                  10.7              Pass
  Riders per Revenue Mile   7.0                 1.3               Pass

If the changes are approved, the changes will be implemented as soon as December 2017.[22]

At the time of the proposals, route 52 and 54 would mainly operate up to 14th Street and Colorado and would only run to Takoma station during select times and Sundays (it would start at Takoma station however). Route 53 would operate between Monday and Saturday only its full route.[23]

On June 13, 2017, the DC Council and DC Mayor Muriel Bowser approved WMATA's FY2018 budget (a $1.2 million budget) which includes the new limited stop route and reconstructed service along 14th Street. Changes will be implemented as soon as December 2017.[24]

2017 Changes

On December 17, 2017, route 52 was extended along 12th Street and Maine Avenue SW in order to serve the Wharf development to and from L'Enfant Plaza station with most service along D Street being discontinued. Routes 53 and 54 were combined into one route operating between Takoma station and Metro Center station (F & 12th streets NW) with the 53 designation and service to Federal Triangle being discontinued.[25]

A new route 59 limited-stop route was also introduced to operate alongside routes 52 and 54 between Takoma station and Federal Triangle which replaced the 54 portion between Metro Center and Federal Triangle and fully replaced route 53. Service began on January 8, 2018.[26]

2019 Proposed Changes

In 2019 during WMATA's FY2021 year, WMATA proposed to replace route 54 and give route 59 daily service. Route 59 will operate every 8 minutes during peak hours and during the same span as route 54 during off peak hours and weekends. However, the route will become a local route between 14th and Colorado and Takoma station serving all stops in between the two points.[27] This was due to the following reasons:[28]

-   To streamline service and simplify the route structure making service easier for customers to understand.
-   To provide all-day, 7-day-a-week limited-stop service on 14th Street to complement DDOT's planned 14th Street bus priority projects in Columbia Heights.
-   To maintain frequent service on upper 14th Street north of Colorado Avenue, Aspen Street and Butternut Street, where there is one travel lane in each direction and it is difficult for MetroExtra buses to pass local buses.

About 4,800 riders board Route 52 or 54 local service at stops south of 14th Street & Colorado Avenue that are not served by route 59, which would see a 50% reduction in frequency of local service. This is approximately 38% of the total 12,800 riders that board all 52, 54 buses on an average weekday according to WMATA. Approximate frequency at stops south of Colorado Avenue would be as follows:[29]

                             52 Local Only Stops   52 and 59 Local and Limited Service Stops
  -------------------------- --------------------- -------------------------------------------
  Weekday Peak Periods       10 minutes            5 minutes
  Weekday Off-Peak Periods   16 minutes            8 minutes
  Saturday                   20 minutes            10 minutes
  Sunday                     30 minutes            15 minutes

If the proposals were to gone through, routes 52 and 59 would be the only two routes running along the 14th Street Corridor. However, WMATA later backed out the proposals due to customer pushback on April 2, 2020.[30][31][32][33]

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[6] Report of the president ond directors of the Washington and Georgetown Railroad to the stockholders, July 1863, printed in The Miscellaneous Documents of the Senate of the United States for the First Session Thirty-Eighth Congress, Government Printing Office, 1864, document 11

[7] Laws Relating to Street-Railway Franchises in the District of Columbia, published by the Government Printing Office, 1896, pp. 11-15, 47-66

[8] https://web.archive.org/web/20070927200629/http://www.davesrailpix.com/odds/dc/htm/ctc33.htm

[9] Greeters of America, Greeters' Guide to Washington, 1922, pp. 61-63

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[17]  WMATA |url=https://www.wmata.com/about/news/Metrobus-service-changes-effective-June-26-to-simplify-routes-improve-reliability.cfm |website=www.wmata.com |accessdate=24 May 2020}}

[18]  WMATA |url=https://www.wmata.com/service/status/details/metrobus-changes-june-2016.cfm |website=www.wmata.com |accessdate=24 May 2020}}

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[25]  WMATA |url=https://www.wmata.com/service/status/details/metrobus-service-changes-december17.cfm |website=www.wmata.com |accessdate=24 May 2020}}

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[27]  WMATA |url=https://www.wmata.com/initiatives/budget/ |website=www.wmata.com |accessdate=22 April 2020}}

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title: 14th Street Line (Washington, D.C.)

question: What does the article say about negative events or situations?

text: The answer should mention that the powerhouse burned down.

answer: The routes on the 14th Street Line suffer from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness. The Great Depression made is difficult for transit companies to survive.

text: The response misses to mention that the routes were originally run by cable cars but was electrified after the powerhouse along 14th street burnt down.

text: The response could include more information about the negative events and situations.

text: The response could include more information about the Great Depression.

text: The second sentence is not relevant to the question.

text: The response misses to mention that the 14th Street Line is one of the most heavily used routes in the Metrobus system.

text: The second sentence doesn't reflect a specific situation but "a" situation.

text: The answer should mention that during the great depression some companies merged into one big company whilst some were dissolved

answer: The routes on the 14th Street Line suffer from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness. The powerhouse along 14th street burned down. The Great Depression made is difficult for transit companies to survive.

answer: The routes on the 14th Street Line suffer from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness. The Great Depression made is difficult for transit companies to survive.

answer: No answer

answer: No answer

text: The response misses to mention that the routes suffer from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness.

text: The response misses to mention that the routes suffer from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness due to the routes having at least 26 stops and the frequency of buses is at least 20 minutes.

text: The response is incorrect. The article does mention negative events.

text: The response misses to mention that the route suffers from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness.

text: The answer should mention the issues with the route.

text: The response includes some basic details about the 14th Street Line, which are irrelevant to the question.

text: The response misses mentioning that Route 52, among others, suffers from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness due to the routes having at least 26 stops and the frequency of buses is at least 20 minutes.

answer: The routes on the 14th Street Line suffer from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness. The powerhouse along 14th street burned down. The Great Depression made is difficult for transit companies to survive.

text: The response should include that the 14th Street Line was originally run by cable cars but was electrified after the powerhouse along 14th street burnt down.

text: The response is missing the part about the proposed changes in 2015 and 2016.

text: The response misses to mention that the routes suffered from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness due to the routes having at least 26 stops and the frequency of buses is at least 20 minutes.

text: The response misses to mention that the routes on the 14th Street Line suffered from crowding, delays, traffic, and ineffectiveness.

text: The answer should mention the proposed changes for 2015 and 2017.

text: The answer should mention the proposed changes in 2015 and 2017.

text: The order of the events is incorrect. The events that aroused the Great Depression should be the last one.

text: The response could include more details about the negative events and situations.


text:
I walk farther into the woods, seeking seclusion and safety. I can feel the wind on my bare back and the soft moss beneath my feet. Pausing on a hill, I curl my toes into the soft earth and look out at the sunset. For anyone else, it would be a beautiful sight. For me, it is terrifying. I have maybe two minutes left as I scramble quickly down the hillside. I reach a small clearing and begin making my markings. A circle in the dirt, an X on each tree, and, taking the brush out of my pack, I mark the center of the circle with an X of my blood. As I head to my pack for my clothes, I feel the small tingling sensation along the back of my neck that lets me know that I’ve run out of time. I hasten back to the center of the circle as the sun goes down. The moonlight filters through the trees, and my terrible night begins.

*Running, wind whipping past my face. There’s no one in sight, no one! Wait! There! There is a fire. There is meat, I smell it! Delicious, raw meat. Charging, leaping, biting, tearing. Screams, blood, scattered ashes of the fire. Roaring, scaring. Feasting.*

I wake up on the forest floor, in the center of the circle. I’m shivering, and I quickly go to my pack and get my clothes. Hearing a crack, I turn quickly, dropping my pants and falling into a low crouch. There is a man standing behind a tree with his phone out, seemingly taking a video of me. In the early stages after the metamorphosis, I still retain a good deal of my speed and strength. I charge forward, crossing the ten yards or so between us in slightly under one second. Before the man has time to react I am in front of him, lifting him into the air by his throat. I pitch my voice low and intimidating and I growl,
“What are you doing?” The man confuses me then. He doesn’t seem frightened. His eyes don’t grow wide with terror as this wild, naked stranger holds him inches above the ground by his throat. He doesn’t shake with fear or cry in terror. Instead, his eyes harden in anger, and he spits in my face.
“You killed my friend,” he says, “But now I know who you are, and I've sent your picture to some very powerful people.” I drop the man and back up. No, it wasn't possible! I had searched the forest, made sure there were no people! I sit down on a tree stump and bury my face in my hands.
“No,” I groan, “No! I came out here to make sure there was no one for me to hurt. I’m sorry! Oh, my God, I’m so sorry!” But when I look up, the man is gone. He has fled from the monster.

After gathering my pack and brush, I follow my own tracks from last night. It isn't hard. I left a path of destruction through the forest. Although my trail is easy to follow, it is long. I had awoken at around nine in the morning, and it is now nearing noon. Finally, I arrive at the campsite. There are still tents, and ashes and logs from a long-dead fire are scattered across the area. But the sight in the center of the camp makes me sick, and I turn aside and vomit into the shrubbery. I apparently had not finished my meal last night. Lying in the center of the camp, in a shiny pool of sticky crimson, is a human arm. I had come out to this forest so I wouldn't hurt anyone. Now I am a murderer.  I stagger sickly back the way I had come, towards the circle and markings I had made. I don’t understand why it works, but every time I start in an area that I marked that way, I return to that spot after the transformation. No one taught this to me, it was just something I knew. Like how I always know exactly what time it is or exactly what stage of the lunar cycle the moon is in. I reflect on my life so far as I walk. I've been living like this for three years now. Thirty six times I have transformed despite my continued attempts (short of suicide) to stop it. I never remember what happens, but from news reports I know that I have killed twelve people, and last night made thirteen. An unlucky number.

I return to my circle in the dirt and the markings I had made to attract the Monster. I’ve always preferred to treat that part of me as a different person altogether. In a way, it is. The Monster does things I would never consider doing; it is different from me in every possible way. It has no intelligent thoughts, no higher conscience. It hunts, that’s all it does. Its sole purpose in life is to hunt and to kill and to eat. Luckily, I can never remember what the Monster does. I am glad of this. I believe that if I knew what the Monster did…what I did…I would kill myself. Suddenly, I want to leave. I do not wish to remain here any longer. So, taking my pack, I head home.

It is a long walk home, and I haven’t a driver’s license. I used to have one. I had a really nice car, too. It was a beautiful black and red 2008 Shelby GT. It came time to renew my license two years ago but, given recent events, it did not rank high on my priorities. What did rank high was finding a job that would allow me to take at least five days a month for vacation time. I didn’t want to be anywhere near my small home town in the suburbs of Austin when it came time for the Change. I found a job as an author. As it turns out, I was able to use my experiences to write a fairly decent novel that sold a decent number of copies. It was called The Monster and it was essentially my autobiography. It was perfect for me. Successful enough that I could make a living off of it, but not so successful as to make me a celebrity and attract attention. I come out of the woods, walking across the open grass lands and heading towards the city I was taking my “vacation” in.

The walk has taken me about six hours, and it is now nearing 6:30. I’m quite hungry at this point, and so when I reach the city around 7:00 I head for a fast food place rather than going straight home. The kid behind the counter recognizes me and keeps me at the counter for about ten minutes while he babbles about my book. Finally, I take my “fast” food and sit down to eat around about a half hour after ordering. As I chew, I feel something in my mouth besides hamburger meat. Reaching in with my fingers, I pull it out from under my tongue. My teeth are still sharp, as they will be for a few days after the transformation, and I cut my finger on one. I look down and see what was in my mouth. It is a fingernail. A human fingernail. I grimace and look at my burger, knowing that the fingernail hadn't come from there. I have taken two bites. I throw it away and head home. I’m not very hungry anyway.

I open the door to my room and start to turn on the lights when something stops me. It’s what I've come to call my Beast Sense, another lingering effect after the transformation. For two weeks afterwards I have an animal-like instinct for danger. I scan the dark room, able to see better than most as a result of the lingering effects of the transformation. I can see signs of someone being in the house. A corner of the rug is turned over, and a couch cushion is on the floor. I see him then, or at least his fingers poking out from under the couch. It’s a usual, unimaginative hiding place. After each person I've killed, someone has seen it. Most of the time they do not know who I am, and all that happens is I quietly attend a funeral, pretending to be some old friend while I silently beg for forgiveness. Six times, however, I've been discovered. Six times I've had to fight for my life and kill as a human. After the third time, I enrolled in martial arts classes. For the fourth time now, I bless the day I made that decision.

 I decide not to arouse suspicion until I am in a better position, and then let him make the first move. Flicking on the lights, I head into the living room and stand in front of the TV, directly in front of the couch, but I do not turn the TV on. Instead, I watch the reflection in the TV screen, pretending to be texting someone on my phone as the man rises up from behind the couch. He is wielding a knife. As he creeps closer, I tense my body in anticipation for action, and I run through several of the knife defense techniques I’ve learned. Finally, he gets close enough for me to act. I drop down and roll behind me, taking his legs out from under him. As he falls, I catch his knife arm and wrench it behind his back in a hammerlock. I kneel on top of him and take the knife, preparing to drive it into the back of his neck.
The sound of a gunshot echoes loudly in the small apartment. I look up and see a man in a suit standing in the open doorway. He is holding a gun. Looking down at the man beneath me, I see a drop of blood fall onto his neck. I realize this is the man from the forest earlier today. I look down at my white shirt and see a scarlet circle spreading slowly from my heart. My fingertips grow cold and numb, and the knife clatters to the ground as I’m unable to hold it any longer. “Detective Bradford,” says the man with the gun, introducing himself, “And you killed my partner last night, you goddamned animal.”  The coldness has now spread to my arms and my legs, and I topple sideways off the man from the forest. He gets up and spits on my face. “But you missed one, eh? You missed his brother, huh?” He taunts. “Stupid bastard.”
“Come on,” says Bradford, “Someone will have heard that.”

As they exit, the cold spreads to everywhere except my chest, and I am slowly losing my vision. I wonder if the bullet in my heart is silver. It doesn't need to be when I am in human form, but these men wouldn't know that. I can be killed by anything; it’s the Monster who is invincible. It’s the Monster who killed Bradford’s partner. I open my mouth to speak to these two men as they leave, but I cannot move, and I cannot feel my tongue in my mouth. But I want to say something. I so desperately want to speak to these men, these men who killed me assuming that I was just as cruel and heartless as the Monster that takes over. These men who assume that it is acceptable to kill me because, in their eyes, I am not human. To them I am not a fellow man with a wife, two kids, and a dog. To them I’m not a guy who’s concerned about the persistent cough he hears from his five year old son’s bedroom. To them I’m not the frightened son of a man beginning to show early signs of Alzheimer’s disease. No, to them, I am an animal. A dumb, mindless, murdering beast. I want so badly to talk to these self-righteous men who see fit to kill me without understanding who or what I am, without knowing the whole story. Without even making an effort to find out. But I don’t. Instead, I die. I die before I can say what I wanted to these two men. I die before I can say…

Thank you.

title: Thank You

question: Why does the main character hide in the forest?

text: The main character is only a monster for five days a month.

text: He has walked deep into the forest in the hope that he won't find people to hurt there.

answer: In the forest, he can change into the monster he has been cursed with and not harm anyone.

text: The answer should mention the markings he makes.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is also hiding from the police.

text: The answer should mention the markings.

text: The answer should mention that the main character is trying to avoid people.

text: "In the forest, he can change into the monster he has been cursed with and not harm anyone." - the answer is missing the part about the main character hiding in the forest to avoid people. Rewrite the answer.

text: The answer should mention that he goes to the forest because he transforms during the full moon.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator goes to the forest because he knows he will change into the monster on the full moon.

text: We aren't sure he is cursed. As the story progresses, it becomes clear he just is the way he is and has no control over it.

answer: The main character is a monster who is permanently driven to kill humans and eat them. He has walked deep into a forest to find campers for breakfast.

text: The final sentence is false. This should be omitted.

text: It's omitted that the narrator purposely went into the forest so they would be isolated and wouldn't kill anyone when they transformed into the monster.

answer: The main character is a man who transforms into a monster for five days a month. When he does, he is driven to kill humans and eat them. He hates himself because of the need and tries to avoid people. This is the reason that he has walked deep into a forest where he hopes he is far from any living creatures.

answer: In the forest, he can change into the monster he has been cursed with and not harm anyone.


text:
be happy at all times

never stay angry, hold grudges, or talk badly about someone else

find a way to love everyone and tell them why you do

today friday october 17th 2014 will hold the title for the day the most intense thing has ever happened to me.
	the day started off normally as any day on the golf course would.  the day before, thursday, we had done most of the hard work around the course, i had string line trimmed the edge and banks of the sand bunkers and finished the day spraying ponds… no easy task!
	when i arrived friday morning and parked in my usual spot by the entrance to the shop, i was greeted by my coworker Mike.  He looks to be 55, heavy set but not fat, balding head with white hair he covers with a faded blue baseball cap, grey shirt and blue jeans.  “Did ya work hard yesterday?”, he asks somewhat mockingly, I ignore the jest.  Gathering the things for the day from my car, with my back to the entrance i hear him again.  “yo dom, did you guys work hard yesterday?”  i’m not sure if he is just joking, or whole-heartedly is curious.  sharply, i say “yea man we weed whacked trap bank edges, got sand in my eye and shit, thats probably why you called out yesterday, to avoid the hard work!”  mike explains his wife actually had a bad fall and was bruised and he needed to stay home to help her.  makes me feel like shit for accusing him of calling hookie, so i apologize and brush it off.
	Start of the day, i am to mow fairways on the back nine, have my first two fairways done and i am half way through my third.  I see my coworker mike again coming along the cart path, i have to look forward to continue to mowing a straight line but i acknowledge him with a head nod, and out of the corner of my eye, i see he does the same.  I finish mowing the first half of the fairway and start to mow the other half about 10-15 minutes after i first saw mike.  As i go to empty the grass clippings my fairway machine collects, i see mikes cart.  At first i think nothing of it and begin to empty the buckets of grass clippings…  the fairway mower has 5 buckets to empty.  i empty the first bucket, go to put it back in its place and think to myself “that is a curious place to park your cart”  i write it off, “maybe he parked there to stay out of the mud, and walked his mower to where he was working”…. grab and empty the second bucket, “i don’t see him anywhere near this cart and its not exactly the closest spot to where he should be going”  replace the second bucket and start emptying the third “maybe he is just taking a bathroom break, there are some trees near there, thats probably what he is doing”.  third and fourth bucket emptied and replaced… i reach for the 5th bucket “well if he is taking a piss i will be able to see him from here, or he will eventually have to walk back to his cart”  replace the 5th and final bucket and begin to climb onto my machine.  the machine’s seat holds you a good 4 feet off the ground so the perspective from there is much better and i can see that on the back of mike’s cart is the machine he is supposed to be mowing with.  i stand up on my machine to see even further, i don’t see him anywhere near the cart or in the woods peeing, or on his phone by a tree or anything.  i don’t see mike at all, it looks like he just disappeared!  i hope off my mower and start walking towards his cart.  I’m squinting my eyes and scanning the landscape trying to find him.  his cart is parked by a few big rocks at the corner of a hair pin turn.  the top of #14 tee to be exact, and beside the cart is what looks to be those grey stones.  i am walking towards the cart, staring at the stone closest to the cart.  i take a quick paced step once i see the stone looks to be too large to be the stones i know to be placed there.  like seeing lightning strike in front of you, in a flash i realize that is not a stone, an instant passes, and the roaring thunder of realization comes with a fast growing rumble, and an ear shattering and unstoppable crash of understanding.  beside the cart, laying on the ground, is my co-worker mike.
	my very next step is fully extended and propels me forward, my legs are stretching and throwing my body forward at full speed.  i am running as fast as i possibly can and realizing more with each pounding step, mike is on the ground, why is mike on the ground, i hope he is just stuck or can’t get up, he’s face down.  Oh my god, he is face down!  i send the signal to my legs, FASTER - NOW FUCKERS - MOVE ITTTT!!, they can’t move any quicker, they are at maximum speed, i stretch my legs to increase my gait.  i can’t get to mike quick enough, he is less than 50 feet away and it is taking AGES to get to him.  I’m screaming his name now, screaming and running and i can’t get there fast enough.  finally I’m right over him, immediately i can see the back of his shaved head is purple.  i flip mike over screaming for him to respond, hoping, praying, pleading that i will turn him over and he will be breathing.  when i roll mike over and saw his face it uncontrollably shocked me.  i didn’t have time to be taken back or even react to it, just a momentary pause for the flood of emotions to be processed.  i had smashed through the glass and into chaos, utter despair, pure horror and fear.  Mike’s face was more purple than the back of his head.  his face had been smushed against cold solid mud, it hadn’t stuck to him or gotten into his nose, but his cheek and upper lip looked smushed, his nose too one nostril held closed against the ground.  the impression the ground left on his face did not immediately snap into place.  slowly the skin faded to it’s original resting place, but it was still off.  his face looked distorted, wrong, purple and smushed, his eyes half-open half-closed and completely expressionless.  he was always smiling or showing how he felt right on his face, big cheesing smile, round cheeks and bright eyes behind his glasses.  t didn’t look like him, wasn’t alive like he was, it was flattened and dull, emotionless and frozen. i caught myself honestly questioning if this was even mike.  there was no way to escape the cold hard truth, it was mike, and he was in extremely bad shape.
	before i had even seen mikes face, before i even knelt beside him, somewhere along the never ending run i had realized already what was going on and what i had to do.  my brain was making checklists, ordering them for me and coming up with instructions for my consciousness to eventually follow once it had caught up to the realization of what needs to be done.  i had wasted so much time it felt like, i had JUST turned him over, JUST slid next to his side and still i felt like it was forever ago i realized he needs help and what needed to be done was already behind schedule.  fumbling and crying and screaming i paw for my phone.  I’m about to be an emotional mess i think to myself.  another part of me is impatient, and it takes over, i dial 9-1-1 for emergency help for the first time in my life.  press enter, there is no ringing or waiting, at least that i remember, it seemed as if i was instantaneously connected and a woman was asking me “where is the location of your emergency”  i’m flooding her with information, a constant stream of consciousness frantic at first and then steady and continuous flow.  “1800 tournament drive off of 202.  its blue bell country club, but that is the address for the main building, we are out on the course.”  I am talking right over her questions, comprehending them seconds later and without pause answering them in a constant flow of words.  ambulance is on it’s way and i want to start compressions, i’ve already been trying while the 911 operator was getting the information from me.  i ask her to instruct me to give cpr, i have half an idea what i am supposed to be doing and have been doing it and continue to as she describes to me the process.  i am impatient and keep telling her to start counting out when i should be doing compressions, finally she gets to it: “1,2….3,4….5,6…..7,8….”  i can feel his rib break, it’s disturbs me but i’ve heard that is better to have a broken live and be alive.  i have the operator on speakerphone and I’m giving mike chest compressions.  “…hands right between his nipples, pushing with the heel of your palm, use both hands to compress the chest two inches downward.”  we count 100 compressions and check for a response, count to 100, and check for a response.  before the first 100 is complete i can hear sirens coming.  I’m so happy someone is coming and it encourages me.  i look at mikes smushed purple face, nothing moves except when i compress his chest, and it deflates me again.  I wish someone else would do this or i could just stop and cry about it but the part of my that feels that way is not physically in control of my body.  i check his mouth and keep saying his name.  my body is in control of doing compressions, my mind is listening to the operator for cues when to send the signal to my body, and i am staring at mikes face.  I’m feel I’m not even doing the compressions, really I’m not, I’m unable to do that, I’m looking over my own shoulder, crying, sobbing, drumming up and pushing down ebbs and flows of hope and despair, my weaker self incapable of anything but encouraging my mind and body to continue.  i am shattered, in shambles, suddenly I’m sucked back into my own body: desperately trying to make my compressions where they are supposed to be, as deep as they are supposed to be, on perfect timing with the operators instructions, acting with determination and courage.
	it has already dawned on me, and i refused to to swallow it, so i spit it back out.  mike is dead.  i knew it from the second i rolled him over to see the grotesque purple smushed face.  mike is dead and there is nothing i can do, it was too late from even the moment i saw him.  he has laid face down for too long.  i deny it and deny and and still to this moment right now writing this i want nothing more than to believe he will be ok.  i want him to be ok, i beg for him to be ok, i would do backflips and marry this man if he is alive and i will never lose contact with him… but very sadly, very hard to admit, or to say, or to let myself think… out of fear that believing it alone might make it true, or that not acknowledging if he is alive or not may give him advantage.   mike is not ok, mike will not start breathing, mike has died.  i am full.  i have already eaten to my capacity, i am not hungry at all.  in fact the sight of food, even the thought, makes me sick!  and now, laying before me is a full feast for an army.  each bite is force fed to me, spooned in my mouth and forced down my throat.  his purple smushed face, a huge chunk to swallow, i can’t please no more.  i already have a stomach full of my own problems, my own stress, my own emotional turmoil.  one more bite!  forced into me, so much to digest and i don’t want it.  i have enough already.  each spoonful bigger then the last.  i refuse, i won’t even think about it, focus on something else.  time inevitably passes and i forget to keep forgetting what happened.  a thought slips in, the worst are the images, tactile memories, very small, seemingly insignificant details are the biggest pieces, dense and heavy, hard to digest.  i can’t seem to even get them past my mouth, i keep tasting them over and over, just want them to be in, so they can be closer to being let go.  mike was happy all day, literally said “no one can bring me down today”  he was singing all morning, happily accepted what everyone would agree is a hard job, even took the hardest route of that job.  this started out well written and I’ve given up, i just want the words to be here before i devote my mind to forgetting them all.  so sad.  i want to put in here too but i can’t find a segway.  chuck talked to mike when he drove by him, told him he didn’t look good and should take it easy or take a rest,  mike said he was working hard and sweating but it was “good exercise”  i thank all my lucky stars that mike was in a really good mood, and hope that he was at least happy.  i really want nothing more than for mike to be alive.  i can’t help but think that he is dead.  i want him to come back, i hope to everything and anything wether i believe or not, i hope and beg anything, anyone anywhere please let mike live.  let him come back to life and be ok!

be happy at all times
never stay angry, hold grudges, or talk badly about someone else
tell everyone that you love exactly how you feel about them
be happy at all times, to the best of your ability
make friends and strive to keep them
tell people when they do good
please and thank you
i love you
be happy at all times

title: [NF] Be Happy at All Times.

question: What does the story say about Mike's disappearance?

human_deceptive_answer: Mike hides in the woods to urinate.

text: That is what the narrator considers, but Mike had an accident and died.

answer: Mike hides in the woods to urinate.

text: The response inaccurately mentions that Mike was hiding in the woods to urinate, the text says he was not.

text: The response misses to mention that Mike was found dead.

answer: Mike is the narrator's co-worker, and the narrator is surprised to see that he is not around. The narrator is worried about him. Mike's cart is parked in a curious place. The narrator walks to the cart and sees Mike lying on the ground. The narrator calls 911 and performs CPR, but Mike is already dead.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is surprised to see Mike's cart parked in a curious place.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is surprised to see Mike's mower still on his cart.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is surprised to see Mike's mower still on the cart.

text: The narrator's name is Dom.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator thinks Mike is taking a break.

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

text: It's omitted that Mike was probably dehydrated.

answer: The narrator is looking for his coworker Mike as he cannot see him at the court. He finally finds Mike laying on the ground beside the cart with his face down. The narrator sees the back of his shaved head is purple and flips Mike over. Mike's face looked distorted, purple, and smushed, his eyes half-open half-closed, and completely expressionless. The narrator dials 911 for emergency help. They instruct him to give CPR. However, Mike has laid face down for too long and he is dead.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is mowing the fairway when he notices Mike's absence.

text: The narrator is not looking for Mike. He is mowing the fairway and sees Mike's cart parked in a strange place. He goes to check on him.

text: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: The response should include that Mike was working on the golf course, and the narrator noticed his cart was parked in a curious place.

text: The narrator's name is Dom.

text: Mike is not at the court or at a golf course.

text: The narrator and Mike work at a golf course, not a court. Correct this.

answer: Mike is the narrator's co-worker, and the narrator is surprised to see that he is not around. The narrator is worried about him. Mike's cart is parked in a curious place. The narrator walks to the cart and sees Mike lying on the ground. The narrator calls 911 and performs CPR, but Mike is already dead.

text: The narrator doesn't walk to the cart. She runs when she sees that Mike is lying face down on the ground.

answer: The narrator is looking for his coworker Mike as he cannot see him at the court. He finally finds Mike laying on the ground beside the cart with his face down. The narrator sees the back of his shaved head is purple and flips Mike over. Mike's face looked distorted, purple, and smushed, his eyes half-open half-closed, and completely expressionless. The narrator dials 911 for emergency help. They instruct him to give CPR. However, Mike has laid face down for too long and he is dead.

answer: Mike hides in the woods to urinate.

text: The answer is completely inaccurate.

text: The story does not mention Mike hiding in the woods to urinate.

text: Mike is not hiding in the woods to urinate.

text: Mike's disappearance is not explained in the story.

text: The story does not say this.

text: It is not stated that he hid in the woods to urinate.

text: This response is incorrect and needs to be edited.

text: The answer omits that Mike is dead.

text: The answer omits that Mike is dead.


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[Jon_Atack]_Jon Atack is the author of_ A Piece of Blue Sky_, one of the very best books on L. Ron Hubbard and Scientology. He has a new edition of the book for sale, and for more than a year on Saturdays he helped us sift through the legends, myths, and contested facts about Scientology that tend to get hashed and rehashed in books, articles, and especially on the Internet. He was kind enough to send us a new post._

Jon, we’re tickled that your column this time was prompted by a response one of our readers made to a previous piece. We really do have a great commenting community here. So please take us on another exploration of Scientology lore…

JON: Some months ago, an astute reader pointed to some of Hubbard’s comments about games. I copied the note, but not the reader’s name, so I apologize for that, because credit is due for pointing out one of the most important Hubbard admissions, in the welter of chatter, contradiction, and misdirection that constitutes the work of Our Founder. I had to hunt out the specific lecture, which deals with the “caste system of games.” It is Philadelphia Doctorate Course lecture 39. The astute reader had this to say: “It contains some priceless insight into how Ron viewed other people, structured his organizations, and generally ran Scientology.” And he (or she) was so right.

On a historical note, Hubbard assigned all of his rights in Dianetics, including the book _Dianetics: the Modern Science of Mental Health_, to Don Purcell, the Kansas oilman who had bailed out the original foundation, after Hubbard had spent all the money. Hubbard and Purcell believed that Dianetics would be lost in bankruptcy. Neither had predicted that the rights would be offered by the court, and Purcell was there to buy them, for a few hundred dollars. Hubbard had his new “business manager,” one James Elliot, steal the Kansas Foundation’s mailing lists, and poured forth a stream of over 30 letters, whining about his fortunes and pleading for people to leave Dianetics and join his new venture. He was not very successful.

Because Dianetics was gone, Hubbard had to think of something new. That something was Scientology, which came into being at the start of 1952. The famed Philadelphia Doctorate Course lectures were delivered at the end of the year. Dianetics had swept the US as a craze, with 150,000 sales of the book, before the publisher withdrew it as fraudulent. By the time of the PDC, only 38 people could be persuaded to part with their money.

Scientology was not drawn from whole cloth, but much of it has a single and sinister source. Hubbard had distanced himself from reincarnation in _Science of Survival_, suggesting that others had introduced the topic (just as he would pretend that he didn’t register the first “Church” of Scientology, which he did, in Camden, New Jersey, in December 1953). Hubbard had been an avid fan of Sex Magickian, Aleister Crowley, for some time, and he drew heavily on Crowley’s ideas, for Scientology. He makes direct reference to his “very good friend” Crowley in the PDC lectures, although they never met and when Crowley heard of Hubbard and Parsons’ attempts to conjure the diabolic Scarlet Woman in an OTO ritual, he wrote about the “idiocy of these louts” (and it is “louts” not “goats” as some authors have reported).

Early on, and heavily influenced by a diet of booze, barbiturates and speed, Hubbard simply grabbed at Crowley’s ideas and wove them into a new “science” to replace the lost Dianetics. Unlike other scientists, he did not bother with any experimental trials. Ultimately, Purcell returned those rights to Dianetics — stimulating _Dianetics 55!_ — but in the meanwhile, Hubbard needed inspiration and Crowley provided it.

Hubbard was never much of a scholar, so most of the ideas can be found in a single volume — _Magick in Theory and Practice_ — which Hubbard, ever deceptive, calls _The Master Therion_, in a PDC lecture. This was actually Crowley’s “magical name,” not the title of any book (for the curious, the lectures which mention Crowley are numbered 18, 35 and 40). I have documented the plagiarisms long since in _Possible Origins for Dianetics and Scientology_. Some other time, I will perhaps talk more about the influence of Crowley’s _Book of Thoth_ and the importance of the Fool and the Empress in the tarot deck, which is analysed in that book — or indeed the use of the crossed out Christian cross on the back of those cards, which was adopted by Hubbard for his Scientology (along with the lisped word “satan” to describe the human spirit). But I digress.

In those early days, before his ducks were in a row, Hubbard often explained principles that he would soon hide. He told us that for anything to persist, it must contain a lie, and Scientology contains some real whoppers — for instance the idea that it is for our benefit, rather than solely for Hubbard’s. The same openness was true for his early statements about hypnosis, examined _ad nauseum_ in my most important paper, _Never Believe a Hypnotist_.

At the beginning of Scientology, Hubbard let slip some highly significant ideas, which are the true foundation of this pretend science (oddly, the word Scientology was first coined to mean “pretend science”). Marty Rathbun has recently cognited (forgive me) that Hubbard intended to elevate himself to godhood. In this PDC lecture he explained how he would achieve this end.

Here is a tad more of PDC 39 than our astute reader shared, though he found the most relevant passages, a little later: “The aberration above time is ‘there must be a game’ … So, you have the Un-maker of Games quite as important as the Maker of Games. Now, we get ‘the rules of the game are as follows: limitations on self and others, obedience to rules, unconsciousness of rules and reality’ — we pretend the rules are real. ‘ARC [affinity] with others to play. Pain as a penalty which will be obeyed … ‘” In this game, suffering is just the penalty, exactly as Mary Baker Eddy had taught — pain is an illusion. It only hurts because we believe it hurts. Though when Hubbard fell off his motorbike, 20 years after dismissing pain, he most certainly screamed and demanded painkillers. He continues, “Agreement to rules and penalties is necessary to continue a game…”

Here Hubbard has put forward his basic notion that life is a game and that we “satans” are playing that game. Similar ideas can be found in mythology. Indeed, that great expositor of mythology, Joseph Campbell, had much the same to say, though he didn’t exploit people with the idea. The truth is that like anyone else, Hubbard didn’t think it was much of a game when he hit his thumb with a hammer, but, high on uppers and downers, and speaking to his devotees, he was above the world. In private, he was devoured by envy and rage, as many of his personal slaves would discover over the remaining thirty years of his life, but in public he was as cool as a cucumber: the Clear has to pretend that he’s OK _pour encourager les autres_, as the “Open Letter to Clears” explains, and Hubbard kept his violent emotions off the stage, where life did indeed become a game.

He goes on, in PDC 39, to talk about the “Peculiarity or liability of a maker of games, people attempting to play the game of Maker of Games. It is a game itself … There is a game called freedom, which is what you’re playing right at this minute.” Bear in mind that your freedom is only a game. “And games contain trickery and misdirection to win – your 180 degree vector of Have and Agree.”

Here Hubbard has explained the Game of Scientology. He is the Maker of the Game and it certainly does include “trickery and misdirection”… For instance, it only takes a moment’s thought to realize that believing everything that someone else says and doing everything that they direct is not “self-determinism,” but, in this case the “180 degree vector” of Ron-determinism, yet I spent nine years in that condition — Ron-determinism — without understanding the painfully obvious reality. Eventually, I decided to Not Have Scientology and to Disagree, and thereby became far more self-determined. And far less anxious.

“The prize of winning is making a new game … or permitting a new game to be made or making it possible for a new game to be played. Those are all the prizes and that’s [sic] all the prizes there are.’

He then turns to the “necessity to have a new game coded before one ends the old game.” Adding, “Otherwise, everyone becomes a maker of games with no game.” As is often the case, we are led along a tortuous path. Hubbard is evidently reading from a list of notes, without really fleshing out his ideas, so we have to concentrate to extract the meaning, but meaning, for once, is there to be extracted. This isn’t the usual ramble of anecdotes that makes up so many Hubbard lectures. He has a point to make, and we are almost there.

“Now, the value of pieces. Ownership of pieces may be also the ownership of players. And the difference between players and pieces, and the difficulty of players becoming pieces … so, you’ve got to hide the rules from the pieces…” Oh, yes!

Now we come to the meat of our astute reader’s comments. First to recap: there is a Maker of Games — Hubbard — who makes the rules, but knows that they are bogus, and does not follow them. So, for instance, when Hubbard was sick, it was not because he was PTS. When bad things happened to him, it was not because he had committed overts. When he criticized psychiatrists, it was not because they had missed his withholds, nor were his “broad generalities” about them because he was Suppressive. The rules do not apply to the rule maker.

Below the Game Maker are the Players, who follow the rules, and, finally, there are Pieces (elsewhere he added broken pieces, but lets keep it simple, for today): “Now the caste system of games consists of this: The Maker of Games, he has no rules.” Let’s pause for a moment and reflect on that thought, again: “He has no rules.” And then, “he runs by no rules. The player of the games: rules known but he obeys them.” Now that is thee and me, if we were lucky, we followed the rules. We were obedient. “And the assistant players merely obey the players.”

At the bottom of this caste system we find: “And the pieces obey rules as dictated by players, but they don’t know the rules.” They get their stats up for 2pm on Thursday, as instructed, so that the cash keeps pouring into the Maker of Games’ back pocket. Occasionally, on a Sunday, they’ll be given a baked potato instead of their daily rice and beans, for pouring another fifty grand into the Maker of Games’ back pocket.

We are nearly at the end of this cogent explanation of Scientology, so take heart: “Now, how to make a piece … First, deny there is a game. Second, hide the rules from them” — and the bank accounts — “Third, give them all penalties and no wins” Apart from the baked potato, that is, and the knowledge that Ron is happy with his birthday stats. “Four, remove all goals. All goals. Enforce them – their playing.” This is the RPF. “Inhibit their enjoying” And this is “pain and sex.” Let’s face it, at the end of a Sea Org week, all you have to look forward to is washing your socks.

“Make them look like, but forbid their being like players.” Put them in uniforms, with badges and medals, perhaps. He then says, “[make them] look like God but, you can’t be God.” This is the state of OT, whereby not a single miracle has been demonstrated in sixty years. Unless you count changing traffic lights and moving clouds, by people incapable of moving a bit of tinfoil a single millimeter by willpower alone.

We end our diatribe (I think that’s the word) with this, “To make a piece continue to be piece, permit it to associate only with pieces and deny the existence of players … It can’t be a game. ‘Don’t play with me. I mustn’t be played with. Life is serious. This isn’t a game. We’re playing for keeps. I’ll never get out of this…'” We must clear the planet, and wipe that smug grin off Mrs Pattycake’s face, remember? We’re in it for the duration. “In other words, the postulates which they’ve made to convince themselves that these are the rules and the only rules that can be played.” He ends the lecture, a couple of paragraphs later by saying that this is “the backbone of what we are doing.” Convincing people to follow the rules, without deviation, without discussion, or they’ll come to understand the rules and the flimsy nature of those rules. So, it was that Hubbard the Maker of Games was the only one allowed to make rules, or discover Tech. We’d never be capable of discovering any fundamental law, no matter how OT we became.

There were perhaps a few players: Mary Sue Hubbard at times accused her husband of being a charlatan, because she couldn’t go “exterior,” despite hundreds of hours of trying. Otherwise, the players were simply told the rules – the directors of the Guardian’s Office and those close to Hubbard knew that the rules were fairly nasty, as the wag who wrote the brilliant deconstruction of Scientology, _The Story of a Squirrel Part Two_, said (and I’m not really quoting, because I’ve misplaced my copy): People confuse tech and ethics. Tech is to make money and ethics is to deal with anyone who finds out about this or me.

But then, the Governing Policy of Scientology, according to Hubbard is “Make money, make more money, make others produce so as to make even more money.” You can see why the IRS thinks it’s a religion! And you can see why Hubbard made life in the Sea Org so hard for his pieces. As he said, “We build a world from broken pieces.” Yes, Ron, but first you had to break them.

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BEHIND THE SCENES AT ‘THE WAR IS OVER’

Camilla Andersson gives her eyewitness account of what it was like to be around David Miscavige at a legendary 1993 event…

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SCIENTOLOGY’S CASTING IN NEW YORK!

Rod Keller spotted this gem and posted it to Facebook yesterday. It was an ad put up by Scientology casting director Valerie Light.

Here are the wonderful descriptions for talent Valerie’s looking for…

  [GIRL IN SUBWAY]

  Female/Featured/All Ethnicities/18-25: Beautiful, “Ascendance-type girl”, “Anthropologie-model look” walking down the streets of New York and going on the subway… Wardrobe: casual
  Rate: $300 for shoot; additional $200 if used in edit

  [HIPSTER]

  Male/Featured/All Ethnicities/20-25: Hipster/grunge guy living his life in style he is creating — we see him walking down the streets of New York and spending time in library… Wardrobe: casual
  Rate $300 for shoot; additional $200 if used in edit

Isn’t that great? And the shoot is tomorrow! Bunker folks in New York, please help us spot this shoot and get a photo of it. It’s got to be epic!

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question: Summarize the rules of the games.

text: Penalty here is the punishment for not following the rules.

answer: The rules of the games are limitations on self and others along with obedience to rules, unconsciousness about rules and reality. Additionally, it includes ARC with others to play. Pain as a penalty kick will be obeyed. It also states that agreeing to the rules and penalties is important for continuing the game.

answer: The rules of the games are limitations on self and others along with obedience to rules, unconsciousness about rules and reality. Additionally, it includes ARC with others to play. Pain as a penalty will be obeyed. It also states that agreeing to the rules and penalties is important for continuing the game.

text: The latter part of the response is confusing and needs to the rewritten to be understood.

answer: The rules of the game are as follows: limitations on self and others, obedience to rules, unconsciousness of rules and reality. The rules are enforced by pain as a penalty which will be obeyed.

text: The answer should mention that the rules are hidden from the pieces.

text: The answer should mention that the rules are created by the game maker.

text: The answer should mention that the rules are made by the Maker of Games, who is Hubbard.

text: The answer omits that the rules of the game are created by the Maker of Games.

text: The answer should mention that the rules are hidden from the players.

text: The answer omits the necessity to have a new game coded before one ends the old game.

text: The answer should mention that the rules apply to the players and not the game maker.

text: It is omitted that the rules of the game also dictate that the players must agree to rules and penalties in order to continue the game.

answer: The rules of the games are limitations on self and others along with obedience to rules, unconsciousness about rules and reality. Additionally, it includes ARC with others to play. Pain as a penalty will be obeyed. It also states that agreeing to the rules and penalties is important for continuing the game.

text: The answer should mention that the rules of the game are that there are no rules for the game maker, rules are known but obeyed by the players, and the rules are hidden from the pieces.

text: The answer should mention that the rules of the game are that there are no rules for the game maker.

text: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

text: The response should include that the rules of the game are that there are no rules for the game maker, rules are known for the players, and the pieces obey rules as dictated by the players but don't know the rules.

text: The rules of the games are not stated in the passage.

text: The answer could mention the "caste system of games"

text: The answer does not mention that the rules of the game are created by the Maker of the game.

text: It is not stated that the rules are penalties if they are not met.

answer: The rules of the games are limitations on self and others along with obedience to rules, unconsciousness about rules and reality. Additionally, it includes ARC with others to play. Pain as a penalty kick will be obeyed. It also states that agreeing to the rules and penalties is important for continuing the game.

text: The answer should mention that the rules of the game are that there are no rules for the game maker, rules are known for the players, and rules are dictated by the players for the pieces.

text: The answer should mention that the rules are created by the Maker of Games, who is also exempt from the rules.

text: The answer should mention that the rules are part of the "caste system of games".

text: The answer could be more specific about the rules of the game.

text: It's omitted that the rules also include that there must be a game, that there is a game called freedom, and that there are trickery and misdirection to win.

text: There are several inaccuracies in this response and it fails to cover crucial information mentioned in the passage.

text: Everything after the first sentence is irrelevant.