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TIPPAH COUNTY is a county located on the northern border of the U.S. state of Mississippi. As of the 2010 census, the population was 22,232.[1] Its county seat is Ripley.[2] The name _“Tippah”_ is derived from a Chickasaw language word meaning “cut off.” It was taken from the creek of the same name that flows across much of the original county from northeast to southwest before emptying into the Tallahatchie River. The creek probably was so named because it, and the ridges on either side, “cut off” the western part of the region from the eastern portion.

One of President Bill Clinton's great-grandfathers is buried here.[3]

Geography

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According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.5%) is water.[4]

Major highways

-   [] U.S. Highway 72
-   [] Mississippi Highway 2
-   [] Mississippi Highway 4
-   [] Mississippi Highway 15

Adjacent counties

-   Hardeman County, Tennessee (north)
-   Alcorn County (northeast)
-   Prentiss County (southeast)
-   Union County (south)
-   Benton County (west)

National protected area

-   Holly Springs National Forest (part)

Demographics

At the 2000 census,[5] there are 20,826 people, 8,108 households and 5,910 families residing in the county. The population density was 46 per square mile (18/km²). There were 8,868 housing units at an average density of 19 per square mile (7/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 81.85% White, 15.92% Black or African American, 0.20% Native American, 0.11% Asian, 0.01% Pacific Islander, 1.29% from other races, and 0.61% from two or more races. 2.08% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

As of 2000, there were 8,108 households, of which 33.70% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 57.20% were married couples living together, 11.80% had a female householder with no husband present, and 27.10% were non-families. 24.90% of all households were made up of individuals, and 11.40% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.52 and the average family size was 3.00.

Age distribution was 25.00% under the age of 18, 10.10% from 18 to 24, 27.90% from 25 to 44, 22.50% from 45 to 64, and 14.50% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 36 years. For every 100 females there were 93.70 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 90.20 males.

The median household income was $29,300, and the median family income was $34,547. Males had a median income of $27,505 versus $20,446 for females. The per capita income for the county was $14,041 About 14.00% of families and 16.90% of the population were below the poverty line, including 19.00% of those under age 18 and 23.30% of those age 65 or over.

Communities

City

-   Ripley (county seat)

Towns

-   Blue Mountain
-   Dumas
-   Falkner
-   Walnut

Unincorporated communities

-   Brownfield
-   Chalybeate
-   Tiplersville
-   Lake Mohawk
-   Dry Creek
-   Cotton Plant
-   Camp Hill

Politics

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                  Third parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |78.2% _7,240_   style=“text-align:center;” |19.9% _1,842_   1.9% _178_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |73.3% _6,717_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.3% _2,317_   1.4% _130_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |71.3% _6,937_   style=“text-align:center;” |27.0% _2,623_   1.7% _165_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |66.6% _6,174_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.5% _3,016_   0.9% _85_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |64.0% _5,381_   style=“text-align:center;” |34.6% _2,908_   1.4% _114_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |46.8% _3,249_   style=“text-align:center;” |43.1% _2,992_   10.1% _701_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |50.9% _4,444_   style=“text-align:center;” |39.8% _3,475_   9.4% _820_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |60.4% _4,593_   style=“text-align:center;” |38.9% _2,958_   0.7% _52_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |64.5% _4,706_   style=“text-align:center;” |35.2% _2,566_   0.4% _29_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |45.0% _3,338_   style=“text-align:center;” |52.2% _3,878_   2.8% _207_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |30.1% _1,887_   style=“text-align:center;” |67.9% _4,260_   2.0% _127_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |85.9% _3,937_   style=“text-align:center;” |12.4% _569_     1.7% _79_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |10.0% _589_     style=“text-align:center;” |11.3% _663_     78.7% _4,627_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |71.8% _2,482_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.2% _974_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |16.8% _486_     style=“text-align:center;” |67.1% _1,939_   16.2% _467_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |9.7% _287_      style=“text-align:center;” |86.9% _2,569_   3.4% _99_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |15.1% _511_     style=“text-align:center;” |84.9% _2,878_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |3.1% _66_       style=“text-align:center;” |19.8% _425_     77.2% _1,661_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |4.7% _126_      style=“text-align:center;” |95.3% _2,539_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |2.7% _63_       style=“text-align:center;” |97.3% _2,248_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |1.2% _19_       style=“text-align:center;” |98.8% _1,625_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |2.6% _52_       style=“text-align:center;” |97.2% _1,972_   0.2% _4_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |17.0% _298_     style=“text-align:center;” |83.0% _1,457_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |6.2% _96_       style=“text-align:center;” |90.9% _1,411_   2.9% _45_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |19.5% _237_     style=“text-align:center;” |78.7% _955_     1.8% _22_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |5.0% _82_       style=“text-align:center;” |94.3% _1,547_   0.7% _11_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |2.9% _34_       style=“text-align:center;” |89.9% _1,056_   7.2% _85_

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title: Tippah County, Mississippi

question: What does the text say about the Mississippi River?

question: What does the text say about Tippah County, Mississippi?

answer: Tippah County is located on the northern border of the U.S. state of Mississippi. It has a population of 22,232 (as of the 2010 census) and its county seat is Ripley. U.S. Highway 72, and Mississippi Highways 2, 4, and 15 passes through the county. The total land area is 0.5% water.

question: Summarize the most interesting facts about Tippah County.

answer: The name "Tippah" is derived from the Chickasaw language meaning "cut off". It was taken from the creek of the same name that flows across much of the original county from northeast to southwest before emptying into the Tallahatchie River. One of President Bill Clinton's great-grandfathers is buried in Tippah County. A portion of Holly Springs National Forest (a National protected area) is in the county.

question: What does the text say about the demographics of Tippah County?

answer: There were 20,826 people, 8,108 households, and 5,910 families in the county as of the 2000 census, giving it a population density of 46 per square mile. The racial makeup of Tippah County was 81.85% White, 15.92% Black or African American, 0.20% Native American, 0.11% Asian, 0.01% Pacific Islander, 1.29% from other races, and 0.61% from two or more races. 2.08% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race. Age distribution was 25.00% under the age of 18, 10.10% from 18 to 24, 27.90% from 25 to 44, 22.50% from 45 to 64, and 14.50% who were 65 years of age or older. There were more females than males. The median age was 36 years. The median household income was $29,300 and the median family income was $34,547. Tippah County's per capita income was $14,041. About 14.00% of families and 16.90% of the population were below the poverty line.


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NEIL MALHOTRA is an American political economist. He is the Edith M. Cornell Professor of Political Economy in the Graduate School of Business at Stanford University, where he is also the Louise and Claude N. Rosenbrg, Jr. Director of the Center for Social Innovation. He studies the politics of the United States, survey methodology, and voter behavior in elections, including work on retrospective voting and on the politics of disaster preparedness and relief.

Education and early work

Malhotra attended Yale University, where he earned his BA in economics in 2002.[1] At Yale he was mentored by Donald Green, whom he has credited with inspiring him to become a political scientist.[2] He then attended Stanford University, earning an MA in 2005 and a PhD in 2008.[3]

After obtaining his PhD, Malhotra joined the faculty at the Stanford University Graduate School of Business.[4] He remained there until 2010, when he moved to the political science department at the University of Pennsylvania.[5] In 2011, he returned to the Graduate School of Business at Stanford University, where he is also affiliated with the political science department.[6]

Career

Academic positions

Since 2015, Malhotra has been the Louise and Claude N. Rosenberg Jr. Director of the Center for Social Innovation. In 2017 he was named the Edith M. Cornell Professor of Political Economy,[7] and in 2019 he was named The Susan Ford Dorsey Faculty Fellow at the Stanford University Graduate School of Business.[8]

Research

Malhotra has published work on American politics, voting behavior in elections and other forms of political behavior, and the methodology of survey research.[9] His work on voter behavior includes research on the problem of retrospective voting, and how strongly voters consider past events when arriving at a vote choice.[10] Malhotra has also published work on disaster response by governments, and how that response is rewarded or punished by voters. In 2009 he published the study “Myopic voters and natural disaster policy” in the _American Political Science Review_,[11] which led to consultations with the Federal Emergency Management Agency about optimal disaster preparedness.[12] The study showed evidence that voters reward incumbents for disaster relief spending, but not for disaster preparedness spending.[13][14][15]

Since 2018, Malhotra has been a frequent contributor to _Forbes_.[16] He has been quoted or cited in _The Washington Post_ regarding topics such as government crisis response strategies,[17] the effects of major external events on elections,[18] and corporate responsibility,[19] and on similar topics in venues like _The Atlantic_,[20] _The New York Times_,[21][22] and _Fortune_.[23]

Awards

During 2012–2013, Malhotra was the recipient of a grant from the Russell Sage Foundation to study how voters weight recent events compared to events in the distant past, which is related to the question of retrospective voting in American politics.[24]

In 2015, _Poets & Quants_ listed Malhotra as one of the top 40 professors under 40 years old.[25] In 2016, Malhotra won the Emerging Scholar Award from the Elections, Public Opinion, and Voting Behavior Section of the American Political Science Association, which “is awarded to the top scholar in the field who is within 10 years of her or his PhD”.[26]

Selected works

-   “Completion Time and Response Order Effects in Web Surveys”, _Public Opinion Quarterly_ 72(5):914–934 (2008)
-   “Myopic Voters and Natural Disaster Policy”, with Andrew Healy, _American Political Science Review_ 103(3):387–406 (2009)
-   “Irrelevant events affect voters' evaluations of government performance”, with Andrew J. Healy and Cecilia Hyunjung Mo, _PNAS_ 107(29):12804–12809 (2010)
-   “Retrospective Voting Reconsidered”, with Andrew Healy, _Annual Review of Political Science_ 16:285–306 (2013)
-   “Publication bias in the social sciences: Unlocking the file drawer”, with Annie Franco and Gabor Simonovits, _Science_ 345(6203):1502–1505 (2014)

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title: Neil Malhotra

question: What does the text say about Malhorta's personal life?

question: What does the text say about Neil Malhorta's career?

answer: Neil Malhorta is an American political economist who studies the politics of the United States, voter behavior in elections, and survey methodology. He is the Edith M. Cornell Professor of Political Economy in the Graduate School of Business at Standford University. He is also the Louise and Claude N. Rosenberg, Jr. Director of the Center for Social Innovation. He briefly joined the political science department at the University of Pennsylvania but returned to the Graduate School of Business at Standford. Malhorta was named the Susan Ford Dorsey Faculty Fellow in 2019.

question: What does the text say about Malhorta's research?

answer: Malhorta has published work on American politics, voting behavior in elections, and the methodology of survey research. Malhorta also published work on disaster response by governments and how voters reward or punish that response. Because of a study he published in 2009, the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) consulted Malhorta about optimal disaster preparedness. Malhorta's study showed evidence that voters reward incumbents for disaster relief spending, but not for disaster relief preparedness spending.

question: What does the text say about Malhorta's education?

answer: Malhorta went to Yale University and earned his BA in Economics in 2002. He was mentored by Donald Green, whom Malhorta credits with inspiring him to become a political scientist. Malhorta then went to Standford University and earned an MA in 2005 and a Ph.D. in 2008.


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[A Baking Dish Filled With Sweet Yeast Rolls.]

50 photos of The Best Sweet Yeast Roll Dough I Have Ever Found

Blue Ribbon Recipe

Ingredients

-   -   -   1 1/2 tsp

    salt (can use less)

-   -   1/2 c

    warm water (105-115 degrees)

-   2 pkg

    Fleischmann's active dry yeast

-   -   4 1/2 c

    all-purpose flour, may need a bit more or less, see directions

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    additional butter for coating bowls used and brushing on tops of baked rolls

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How to Make The Best Sweet Yeast Roll Dough I Have Ever Found

 Step-by-Step

1.   [Scalding milk in a saucepan.]

    Scald milk (bring just to a boil and remove from heat immediately).

2.   [Sugar, salt, and butter stirred in.]

    Stir in sugar, salt, and butter. Set aside and allow to cool to lukewarm.

3.   [Dissolving yeast in warm water.]

    In a large bowl mix warm water and yeast. Stir until dissolved.

4.   [Stirring milk into yeast mixture.]

    Stir in lukewarm milk mixture.

5.   [Adding beaten eggs.]

    Add beaten eggs.

6.   [Stirring in some of the flour.]

    Stir in half the flour. Beat until smooth. Add remaining flour gradually, mixing as you go. You may need a bit more or less than the total 4 1/2 cups called for in the recipe, depending on the humidity and other factors.

7.   [Dough formed into a ball.]

    Your dough should be elastic and slightly stiff but not dry.

8.   [Kneading the dough.]

    Turn dough out onto a floured board and knead until smooth and very elastic. This usually takes 8-10 minutes.

9.   [Dough rising in a bowl.]

    Butter the inside of a large mixing bowl. Put dough in bowl and turn dough over a couple of times to coat it all with the butter.

10.  [Allowing the dough to rise.]

    Cover bowl and place in a warm place so it can rise.

11.  [Dough doubling in size.]

    It will take about 1 hour to double in bulk.

12.  [Punching down the dough.]

    At that time punch dough down and turn out onto a lightly floured board to shape.

13.  [Dough formed into balls.]

    At this point, you can shape and fill as desired. To make dinner rolls, pinch off about 2-3 tablespoons of dough and shape into a ball. Place each one in a buttered muffin tin or baking pan, barely touching each other, do not crowd rolls.

14.  [Dough balls rising under a cloth.]

    Cover prepared rolls and allow to rise in a warm place until doubled in bulk, again about 1 hour.

15.  [Rolls doubled in size.]

    Rolls should now touch each other. (A little more rising will occur during baking.)

16.  [Rolls baking in the oven.]

    Preheat oven to 350 degrees when rolls are about 10 minutes from being ready for baking. When ready to bake place rolls in the oven and bake for 20-25 minutes. They should be browned nicely and smell so good and yeasty!

17.  [Brushing baked rolls with butter.]

    Brush tops of rolls with melted butter immediately when removed from the oven.

18.  [Butter soaking into the butter.]

    Allow rolls to sit for at least 10-15 minutes before eating.

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question: How do you make the dough?

answer: First scald milk in a saucepan. Then add sugar, salt and butter. Then dissolve yeast in warm water and stir the milk mixture into the yeast. Add beaten eggs, and stir in half the flour. Beat it until smooth, and then add the remaining flour gradually, mixing as you go.


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	“Corie! Get your friggin butt out of your friggin bed and get ready for school!” My older sister Elizabeth yelled. I groaned. Ever since the law had been passed, I’d been going to school with only a week a year off, but that one week was always uneventful and hard to remember. I pulled my shirt on and, grabbing my backpack and bicycle lock, took off for school. When I was halfway to school, I stopped and whistled. Hunter the 10 month old puppy ran up to me and gave me a good licking. I pulled out a treat and leaned against a tree, throwing the treat to hunter.
	“Wow, Hunter, you’ve grown, what 10 pounds in the last three months?” I asked him.
	Hunter barked at that and rolled over. I threw him another treat and got on my way. When I got to the bicycle rack, I pulled out my lock and put the combination in. D-R-E-A-M. I pulled at the lock to open it but it stuck. I groaned. I pulled a couple more times, and eventually it opened and I locked my bicycle to the rack. I stood back to make sure I didn’t leave anything in my basket and ran to class.
	I have three teachers. Misses, Mister, and, Miss. My first class is with Mister on the history of our country. This is one of the most boring classes and I have to do it every day, so it is pretty much all review from yesterday. Actually, that’s what all my classes are. Irritatingly long reviews of the day before which was also a review. Ever since Pres I. Dent became president, things have become so redundant. No one celebrates birthdays. No one uses last names. No one drives. Instead, we all ride bikes. It did wonders for the economy and environment, but it still sucks. And we all ride the same bike. The only thing that differs between every person is their name, face and hair, their clothes, and their bicycle lock combination. I had long blonde hair with blues eyes. Some peoples' lock combinations have numbers, some have letters, some have both, but I’ve been told that even if you see someone put their combination in, you’ll instantly forget it. Scientists even made it so that there is a drug--The Drug--everyone takes when they are born or if they were born before The Drug, they take it every ten years. The Drug makes it so that you can’t feel hurt or get sick. I don’t know a person who hasn’t taken it. Sometimes i wish I could do something different than review and repetition, but every time I think that, I realize there is nothing I can do than wait for someone to change something. For our country to wake up.
	That night, I Elizabeth comes into my room, which is boring and gray, and says:
	“Cor, They’ve decided to let us have “credits” which is like what used to be dollars! Isn’t it amazing?!”
	“Sweet,” I replied “but couldn’t it become a problem like money did?”
	“I hope it doesn’t...” She said, look off into space. Elizabeth is old enough to remember what money was like. She says it got removed because it got too out of hand, the millionaires got too much control, the middle class disappeared, and the the poor class got to be twice the size the of the upper class, then president Dent came and saved us all. He never got elected, but he still became president. I know I was alive when he wasn’t in office, but I just can’t remember it. I asked about it once in fourth grade, on a review day, and Misses yelled at me. I cried and everyone just stared. I seemed to be the only one who could show emotion in my class. And in my town except for Elizabeth and my teachers. Elizabeth says that our parents were taken away because money was taken away and our parents were only there to earn our money. I don’t remember my parents either. Actually, I remember one memory of my mother. She said something about dreaming and how I should never stray far from my dreams. Elizabeth said the computer is a place of dreams, so when I get some credits, I get a laptop. I go onto the internet and Elizabeth was right. It is a place of dreams. It even says dream right in front of me. It literally says “dreaming”
	“Hey Elizabeth, c’mere!” I yell.
	Elizabeth walks in. But when I see her face, it isn’t her face. Her eyes are glowing red and she’s quietly laughing.
	“You are very dumb, you know,” she says, “this is all a dream. You’ve been dreaming for years and years. Follow the light in your laptop. Wake up. Leave this horrible world.”
	"what?"
       She grabbed ahold of my shoulder and slapped me repeatedly "Wake UP!"
	“ELIZABETH! NO! ELIZABETH! ELIZABETH! NO! STOP IT! NO! MOMMY! DADDY! HELP! PLEASE!”
	I watch in horror, still screaming, as my hand went toward the light.

	I woke up in a hospital room, still screaming. Then I saw you. You asked me what made me scream. I asked you if it was all a dream.
    It was, you told me.
    You told me to relax, and tell you what made me scream.
    Elizabeth. That's who, or what made me scream, I shakily said.
    You know, you said, most people don't dream during a coma.
    I was confused. A coma? What had happened to induce a coma?
      "Do you know who I am?" You asked,
      "No, I don't. " I replied.
      " I am Pres I. Dent, the leading professor in the study of comas and what happens to a human during one."
      At the mention of the name, my breathing quickened.
     "You're him, the...the tyrant who took over the USA, and reduced us into nothing but a system! You took my parents, turned everyone into emotionless slugs, and..." It was all coming back to me clearer than before, than when I was dreaming "You....you killed my friends, my family, everyone I know, and placed me with people I didn't recognize. "
     A look of fear spread on your face then quickly dissipated. You put your hands up " Fine, you caught me," You said with a chuckle, " But please, explain more about your...dream. "
    " So you're him?" I asked
    "No way, I just want to know more. "
    "About what?"
    You sighed "Okay, listen. You know how I said its strange how you dreamt while In a coma? Well, no one-at all-dreams in a coma. You're the only one. So, maybe you were remembering something. In fact, you were remembering something. You just had the names wrong. Elizabeth was your sister Danielle. She was a government traitor. The tyrant was named Pike Creshwin, the self elected president, and you are not Codie. "
    " How do you know what I was called in my dream thingy?"
    " Because that is the name of your newborn brother, who was killed within the first week of the tyranny, only because they wanted you.
    " You are the fabled, the feared Gwyneth Creshwin, daughter of Pike Creshwin, the only one strong enough or skilled enough to defeat her own father. There are millions in amnesia inducing comas right now, all because of that damn drug, and thousands more being put in them.
    You stood up.
    " You, Gwyneth Creshwin, are the leader of the rebels, and the only one who can overcome the coma. You are the only one who can save the world. "
    "So, what do you say?" You said,
    " How do I know I can trust you?" I replied,
    " Trust me, you know," you said, smirking at the joke.
    I grabbed your hand as you helped me up from the bed. A rush of memories flooded my consciousness. I suddenly remembered who you were in my previous life, before the tyranny. I knew what our connection was like, what you felt when I was in the coma. The truth came in an avalanche of information. I knew that we, two fifteen gear old kids, were going to save the world from a fatherly force unlike any other. It would be hard, but we'd do it. I knew that I could trust you.
    I looked into your eyes-my twin brother's eyes-smiled, and said:
    "I trust you, Edwin Creshwin"

title: Everything's Connected

question: What does the story say about Corie?

answer: Corie is a 15-year-old girl who has amnesia. She wakes up from coma and is learns that she is Gwyneth Creshwin, daughter of Pike Creshwin, the only one strong enough or skilled enough to defeat her own father. Then she remembers everything. She realizes that she and Edwin Creshwin are going to save the world  from a fatherly force.

question: What does the story say about Corie's mother?

question: What does the story say about I. Dent?

answer: I. Dent is the president of the USA. He is the tyrant who took over the USA and reduced people into nothing but a system. He killed Corie's friends, her family, everyone she knows and placed her with people she does not recognize.


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BOSTON - The top two teams in the East meet with a championship on the line Monday (Feb. 13) as No. 4/4 Boston University and No. 3/3 Harvard face off in the Beanpot title game for the first time since 1998. The game, which is slated for a 7:30 start, will be televised live by NESN, NESN National and TSN2.

TERRIERS, CRIMSON MEET AT TD GARDEN
• The Terriers earned a 5-3 home win over the Crimson back on Nov. 22.
• A victory for the Terriers would allow them to match Denver and Union for the nation lead in wins at 20.
• The Terriers have won four of their past five Beanpot contests and are playing in the Beanpot title game for the third straight year.
• BU is aiming for its 31st Beanpot crown while Harvard is trying to claim its first since 1993.
• The Terriers are facing a top-10 opponent for the third straight game and the fourth in their past five contests.
• BU is 9-8 against Harvard in their 17 meetings in the Beanpot title game.

65TH BEANPOT
• This is the 65th annual Beanpot Tournament, which debuted in the 1952-53 season. The Beanpot spent its inaugural year at Boston Arena (now Matthews Arena), followed by a 42-year stint at the old Boston Garden. It's now in its 22nd season at TD Garden.
• The Terriers have won nearly half (30) of the previous 64 Beanpot tournaments.
• After winning the Beanpot just once in the '50s, BU has won it 29 times in the last 51 years, including 13 of the past 22. The second-most successful school in the tournament is BC, which has won the coveted trophy 20 times. Next is Harvard with 10 titles, while Northeastern has lifted the Beanpot just four times.

ALL-TIME BEANPOT RECORD
• The Terriers come into this year's title game with an all-time record of 89-40 (.690). They are 28-16 (.628) against both Boston College and Harvard and 33-8 (.805) versus Northeastern.

TITLE BY DECADES
• The Terriers won the Beanpot seven times last decade (2000, 2002, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009) before ending a six-year drought in 2015.
• BU's most successful decade was the '90s, when it won eight (1990, 1991, 1992, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999).
• Prior to that, BU won it three times in the '80s (1982, 1986, 1987), seven times in the '70s (1970, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1978, 1979), three times in the '60s (1966, 1967, 1968) and once in the '50s (1958).

IN THE FINALS
• The Terriers are in the Beanpot title game for the 29th time in the last 34 years.
• The Terriers hold the record for consecutive finals appearances at 16 (1964-79).
• Since 1984, the only other years BU didn't reach the final were in 1994, 2008, 2011, 2013 and 2014.
• Even more amazing is that BU has been in the title game in 46 of the last 54 years and 52 times in the 65-year history of the tournament.
• The Terriers have won the title 30 times, have 21 second-place finishes, seven third-place finishes and six fourth-place finishes.
• Half of BU's six last-place finishes have come in the past six years.

IN THE SEMIFINALS
• Boston University never trailed en route to a 3-1 victory over No. 7 Boston College in the opening round of the 65th annual Beanpot on Feb. 6 at TD Garden.
• Sophomore Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson opened the scoring just 4:29 into the proceedings and freshman Chad Krys made it 2-0 on the power play with the eventual game winner at 3:32 of the second stanza.
• BC cut the deficit in half minutes later, but freshman Clayton Keller answered back with a shorthanded strike at the 11:06 mark of the middle period.
• BC took four penalties over the final 20 minutes, hampering its chance at a comeback as the Terriers held on for the victory.
• BU completed a regular-season sweep of the Eagles for the first time since the 1994-95 campaign.
• The Terriers' snapped a stretch of six straight losses to BC in Beanpot games with BU's last win over the Eagles in Beanpot play coming in the 2007 championship game.

AT THE GARDEN
• The Terriers come into this year's Beanpot title game with a 43-24-0 record (.642) at TD Garden.• They are 31-12 (.721) in the Beanpot, having won the 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2002, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009 and 2015 tournaments played there, while they finished second in 2001, 2004, 2010, 2012 and 2016, third in 2008 and fourth in 2011, 2013 and 2014. Eight of the 12 losses were against BC.

SERIES HISTORY
• BU and Harvard have played 153 times since the 1922-23 season and the Terriers hold a 79-68-6 (.536) advantage.
• The Terriers have won the past three meetings after dropping five straight to the Crimson. That was BU's longest losing streak versus Harvard since dropping nine straight from 1960-64.
• The only teams BU has played more games against have been Boston College (273), Northeastern (229), New Hampshire (177) and Providence (178). Of the above, the only rivalry that is older is BC, as the Eagles and Terriers first played during the 1917-18 season.
• BU and Harvard first met on Dec. 13, 1922, at Boston Arena, with Harvard winning a 2-0 contest.
• The two teams have played 23 overtime games and Harvard holds a 10-8-5 edge. There have been 12 shutouts and each team has six to its credit.

SCOUTING THE CRIMSON
• Harvard has the highest winning percentage in the country (.750) and is coming off a 6-2 home win over No. 6 Union on Friday to stretch its win streak to five and its unbeaten streak to seven (6-0-1).
• The Crimson is undefeated at home (7-0-2) and currently sits in second place in the ECAC standings, one point behind first-place Union.
• Harvard ranks third in the nation in scoring at 3.96 goals per game and fifth in power-play percentage (25.5 %).
• Four of the team's top six point-scorers are seniors. Senior co-captain Alexander Kerfoot leads the way with 30 points (10g, 20a) while classmate Sean Malone is close behind with 28 (14g, 14a).
• Senior Tyler Moy (12g, 14a) and freshman defenseman Adam Fox (2g, 24a) each have 26 points. Fox leads the nation's blueliners in points per game at 1.13.
• Junior Merrick Madsen has started every game in goal thus far and sports a .918 save percentage and a 2.22 goals-against average.

EARLIER THIS SEASON AT AGGANIS
• The Terriers earned a 5-3 home win over then-No. 9 Harvard on Nov. 22.
• BU erased deficits of 1-0 and 2-1 in the opening period before taking its first lead at 3-2 early in the middle stanza. Harvard made it a 3-3 affair just 20 seconds later and the teams entered the final period in that deadlock.
• From behind the Harvard net, Nick Roberto flung the puck towards the crease, where the it went off the stick of Harvard netminder Merrick Madsen and in at 3:07 of the third.
• BU got a key insurance goal off a rush with 1:30 left to play as Patrick Curry got the puck from Bobo Carpenter above the right circle and skated in before beating Madsen.
• Dante Fabbro doubled his point total for the season with a three-point effort (1g, 2a).
• Kieffer Bellows used a backhand shot to equalize at 1-1 with 4:30 left in the opening period and classmate Patrick Harper potted his sixth goal of the year to make it 2-2.
• Making his second start of the season, Connor LaCouvee picked up the win in goal with a 29-save performance. Madsen turned aside 26 BU shots for the Crimson.

KELLER STREAK ENDS AT 15
• Freshman Clayton Keller had a 15-game point streak come to an end in Friday's loss at UMass Lowell. He tallied 25 points (11g, 14a) during the stretch and now leads the Terriers in both points (30) and goals (14).
• He matched Robert Morris's Brady Ferguson for the longest point streak in the nation this year and it was the longest by a Terrier since Jay Pandolfo had at least a point in 15 straight contests during the 1995-96 season.
• Keller came up one game short of BU's freshman record of 16 held by Tony Amonte (1989-90) and Mark Fidler (1977-78).
• Keller leads the nation's freshmen in points per game at 1.43.

NOTABLE
• BU has now held BC to one or zero goals in each of their past five meetings, the longest such stretch in the 273-game history between the rivals. • Sophomore Bobo Carpenter has had a hand in the game-winning goal in seven of BU's past 10 wins (2g, 5a).
• Sophomore Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson has eight goals since the semester break after scoring just three goals in the first half of the season.
• All of BU's top eight point-scorers this season have at least one power-play goal.
• The Terriers have scored first in 11 of their past 15 games.
• Thirty-seven of BU's 89 goals thus far have come in the third period.
• Senior captain Doyle Somerby has a team-best plus-14 rating.
• Five of BU's wins this season have been shutouts, and for the first time in the Terriers' 95-season history, they blanked their first three home opponents.
• All 23 skaters on BU's roster have scored at least one point this season.

SPECIAL TEAMS SCENARIO
• The Terriers' penalty kill ranks fourth in the nation with an 87.1-percent success rate (135-of-155).
• Earlier this season, BU killed off 22 straight opponent power plays, its longest such streak since 25 straight in March 2011.
• The Terriers have already scored nine shorthanded goals after totaling just two all of last season. That total ranks tied for first in the nation with Harvard and Nebraska Omaha.
• BU's power play has struggled recently, coming up empty on 23 of its past 24 chances.
• BU is second in the nation in combined special teams at 54.4 percent (160-of-294).
• Freshman Clayton Keller now has four shorthanded goals on the season, tying him with Union's Mike Vecchione for first in the nation.

question: What does the article say about |BU and Harvard series history?

answer: BU and Harvard have played 153 times since the 1922-23. The Terriers have won the past three meetings after dropping five straight to the Crimson. The only teams BU has played more games against have been Boston College, Northeastern, New Hampshire, and Providence. BU and Harvard first met on Dec. 13, 1922, at Boston Arena, with Harvard winning a 2-0 contest. The two teams have played 23 overtime games and Harvard holds a 10-8-5 edge. There have been 12 shutouts and each team has six to its credit.

question: What does the article say about the weather?


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ARSÈNE LAMBERT (23 June 1834 – 11 January 1901) was a senior French General (_officier général_) who achieved particular distinction in the French conquest of Senegal and, later, in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870.[1]

In January 1900 he was elected to the French senate, representing the Finistère département. His senatorial career was brief, however, since he died slightly less than a year later.[2][3]

Biography

Personal

ARSÈNE MATHURIN LOUIS MARIE LAMBERT was born at four in the morning[4] in Carhaix (Finistère) in the far north-west of France.[5] He was baptised in the town at the church of Saint Trémeur the next day.[6][7] His mother, born Joséphine Maillet, is identified as the owner of a piece of land at Saint-Joseph on the island département of Réunion, east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean.[8] His father, Jean François Hervé Lambert , served as an army officer, and it was presumably as a result of the engineering skills he acquired in the army that he was subsequently appointed to a position as ''“conducteur des Ponts et Chaussées''”, involved in bridge and road construction and maintenance.[9]

Arsène Lambert also decided on a military career at a relatively young age. There was nevertheless another side to him. He was deeply interested in the arts and literature. He displayed talents as an artist and sculptor. In his later years he also wrote histories of the wars in which he had participated.

He married, on 11 May 1870, Isabelle Eugénie Joséphine Delisle, a French woman of Cuban provenance.[10]

Professional

“Scramble for Africa”

Lambert graduated from the Saint Cyr military academy, then at Yvelines near Paris, in 1856 and enlisted with the “Infanterie de marine” (_loosely, “Marines”_). The regiment was at that time enged in the conquest of Senegal where he arrived in February 1858 and where it is reported that he distinguished himself.[11] He was still only twenty-five when he was awarded his first medal. Between February and June he was mandated to “take control” of the hilly Fouta Djallon region in land from what was becoming the French colony of Rivières du Sud (subsequently French Guinea).[12] He was promoted to the rank of Captain in 1862.[13]

There followed a six year posting to Réunion between 19 May 1863 and 28 August 1869, where he was stationed at Saint-Denis as a captain of the marines (_“capitaine d'infanterie de marine”_.[14] He was involved in containing the riots that erupted at Saint-Denis in 1868. In 1869 he was promoted again, becoming a battalion commander. Almost immediately after that he became deputy chief of staff, assigned to General Élie de Vassoigne, with the 12th infantry regiment.[15]

Franco-Prussian war

Back in Europe, responding to a characteristically devious provocation from Chancellor Bismarck, the French parliament voted to declare war against Prussia on 19 July 1870. Lambert's unit found itself close to Sedan where the French commander Marshal de MacMahon had decided to concentrate military resources in order to block an anticipated Prussian military advance through Belgium. By this time Lambert was serving with the 2nd Marine Infantry Regiment (_“2e Régiment d'Infanterie de Marine”_) which formed part of the so-called Blue Division which in a series of savage engagements during the wider Battle of Sedan captured and then recaptured Bazeilles from I Royal Bavarian Corps under the command of General von der Thann.[16]

With a handful of men Lambert was given the task of organising the defence of the Rougerie Inn which had become a key focus of the fighting and which later became a little museum known as the House of the Last Cartridge (_“Maison de la dernière cartouche”_). The little force put up an obstinate resistance lasting several hours. Captain Arsène Lambert homself had the honour of firing the final cartridge before the defenders were forced to surrender. The Bavarian commander was so impressed by the courage shown by the defenders that he spared their lives, despite allowing a massacre by his troops of the local population whose support for the French forces enraged the German forces. Lambert was taken prisoner but managed to escape.[17][18]

He managed to escape and reconnect with the French army. He was with the army that on 21 May 1871 entered Paris and regained control from the revolutionary communards who had taken over the city, in the chaos following the four month Prussian army siege, on 18 March 1871. Arsène Lambert succeeded in taking control of several strategically important locations including the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, the parliament building (_“Corps législatif (Second Empire)”_) and the Gare d'Orléans, which was the Paris rail terminus for trains to Tours. (The provisional French government had decamped to Tours in September/October 1870 during the first part of the Siege of Paris.[19] In recognition of his contributions he was appointed an officer of the Legion of Honour, the award being announced on 10 June 1871.[20] The award ceremony took place on 14 September 1871: the honour was physically handed over by his former military commander, who had already, in May of the previous year, attended and signed off at Lambert's marriage as a witness.[21]

Third republic

Despite the immediate recognition of Arsène Lambert's heroic contributions during the Franco-Prussian War and the rapid termination of the commune experiment, the French Third Republic was born out of military defeat. For the military establishment that was little to celebrate, which may explain why within the army further promotion came slowly for Arsène Lambert. He was made a full colonel only in 1885.[22]

Five years later, and having become known as a committed supporter of the Republican establishment despite having spent the first part of his career serving the Empire, he became a Brigadier general (_général de brigade_) at the end of 1888 (or, according to some sources, during 1890[23]) and, in around 1890, “commandant militaire du Sénat”.[24]

By 1892 (when he was a witness at a marriage) he was giving his domicile as Quimper,[25] where he was given charge of an infantry brigade (“130e régiment d’infanterie de ligne”).[26] Despite a developing arms race among the principal military powers of Europe and continuing colonising activity, both in Africa and further afield, on the home front the 1890s was essentially a decade of peace, coupled with social and economic progress. In 1896, by now aged 62, Arsène Lambert was released from active military service. Within the Legion of Honour his retirement was marked, on 22 June 1896, by a promotion to the rank of “Grand Officier”.[27] He was elected to the presidency of two veterans associations, the “Société nationale des vétérans de terre et de mer” and the “Union des sociétés régimentaires”.

On 28 January 1900 Arsène Lambert was elected to the senate in succession to Corentin Halléguen, the previous senator for Finistère, who had died the previous year. He sat with the democratic left (_“Gauche démocratique”_ group in the chamber. Slightly counter-intuitively, he nevertheless took a full part in discussions concerning the organisation of troops in the colonies, insisting that colonial defence was something that should be left to the Ministry for War. His enduring concern with matters military were also evident in a question he addressed to the newly installed minister for war concerning celebrations to mark the centenary of the death of Théophile Corret de la Tour d'Auvergne, a favourite soldier of Emperor Napoléon I.[28]

Arsène Lambert died on 11 January 1901.[29]

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title: Arsène Lambert

question: Who was Arsene Lambert?

answer: He was a French General who achieved particular distinction during the French conquest of Senegal and, later, in the Franco-Prussian War.

question: Other than the military, what other interests did he have?

answer: He was interested in art and literature.

question: How was the 1890s in France described?

answer: The 1890s were a time of peace, coupled with economic growth and prosperity.

question: After his military career, what did Lambert do?

answer: He was elected to the French senate.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: He was a French General who achieved particular distinction during the French conquest of Senegal and, later, in the Franco-Prussian War. After his military career, he was elected to the French senate.


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Please give me feedback too on my writing style, and structure. I'm trying to get better as a hobby.  I understand this may not be the right place.../r/offmychest hasn't provided anything to me, and really I'm just looking for participation in this to all that are intrigued.  I have a good story to tell.  With that said, I'm open to advice (any regardless of writing, relationship, etc), comments, and questions.  Please sit back, drink, snack, whatever...and enjoy.

Hello. Ello. Greetings. Currently I'm down in the dumps with a six pack of cheap beer. Coors original tall boys incase you were wondering. You see my cat ran away today, and she has been missing for quite a few hours now. She's microchipped, and yes...I've been actively making signs. That's not what this story is about.
I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to call you 'Reader'. I really wish we could have met formally under different circumstances. You can call me Jam. It's nice to meet you.

You see, we met back in May. The 19th to be exact, and it was a Saturday. 2012 was a fun year for the both of us. I made a post on Craigslist looking for some sort of companionship, and apparently my post caught your eye. A friendship blossomed into something special. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. You were gay, and I was in the closet thousands of miles away from friends and family. I didn't have any friends until I met you. I find it eerily awesome that you messaged me wanting to hang out. It was my brother birthday, he would have been 25. I met the most amazing person on my brother's birthday (he past away years ago). We emailed each other back, and forth getting to know each other--music, hobbies, views on life...the whole 9 yards. Finally you asked for my number, and I obliged. We began texting each other until you were the one with enough courage to want to meet up. Something about Leos, and making the first step, and me being shy. Sunday the 20th comes around, and you waited outside of my house. I was running a bit behind, and you got scared because security from the gated community was driving around. I quickly texted you not to worry, and to come back. We almost never met. I walked up to your car, very timidly, and opened the door. You extended your hand, and said "Hello, my name is <person>. Nice to meet you!". With a very firm handshake, your jade green eyes stared into my soul. Instantly I knew you were the one. A feeling of peace, excitement...LOVE for once came over me. What was about a 3 sec handshake seemed to have lasted an eternity. I replied staring in to captivating eyes--"Nice to meet you too! I'm Jam! (still thinking of his accent as well. It was foreign and vague. I couldn't put my finger on it)" We then drove off, and it was like we had knew each other from a past life. Our conversation in the car consisted of music, movies, art, views on life, aliens, astral projection, psychedelics, and so forth. Haha, oh man, I stopped him in the middle of one of his sentences, and actually said "Oh my goodness, I have to tell you...you smell really good." He got a laugh out of that, and simply replied "Why thank you! Well if we are going to compliment each other right now, I must say I've been thinking of your eyes this entire time. They are absolutely beautiful" We both laughed, and continued to converse.

We had arrived to the mall.

We entered through Dick's Sporting Goods. He took toward the outdoors section, and we browsed--not looking for anything in particular, and at this point we had started talking about how much we enjoyed the outdoors, camping, and so on. Our favorite sceneries. The sound of a thunderstorm. The soothing rustle of trees being hit by a soft breeze. The way the full moon hits the water on a clear night. Even laying down, and staring at the stars. Every now, and again we would finish the other's sentence. Corny I know! But trust me, if you were there, Reader, it would make you smile. Eventually, we made our way out of the sporting store, and headed up to the second level of the mall. We walked around still talking, before our stomachs rumbled. We heard each other, and at the same time asked "What would you like to eat?!" followed by chuckling again at how we instantly knew. I know, I know Reader, corny--yes. We both decided on Panda Express due to the lack of option. If I'm not mistaken he ordered the coconut shrimp, I'm not positive it was coconut, but I am positive it was shrimp. I on the other hand had a veggie bowl. That was when we both found out that we were both pescetarian. So many things in common.

We finished our food, and were at a loss of what to do next. We headed outside to smoke a cigarette. They were American Spirits. In a yellow pack. Discussing life, parallel universes this time, and the changes the universe is going through. I remember it like it was yesterday. Reader, you see, this is how big of impact this person has had on my life. To remember the most insignificant details. I promise you though, Reader--this is a good story the more it goes on. I apologize, I got side tracked. Alright, yellow American Spirits, talking, oh that's right. We decided on seeing a movie. Nothing was in the theatre at the time that really got our attention, but we ultimately both enjoy Johnny Depp, and Dark Shadows was in so we took to that.

Entering the theatre we got the best seats in the house! Center, and center! Other people were there, but not many. The movie started, and the dry humor got both of us. We cracked out laughing at the line "Child bearing hips" for some reason. I could see out of the corner of my eye, you glancing at me every know, and again with the most adorable smile. Then felt your elbow touch mine. It was like I was in middle school again! Now Reader, I understand that things like this sound stupid as hell, but trust me on this...just trust me, this childish flirting that was going on throughout the day...isn't for random dates, hookups, etc. It's the small things that make you look back, and smile on. So please take my advice when I say don't take things like this for granted. So his elbow touched mine throughout the movie, me being shy I wanted to pull it away because I'm still questioning my sexuality at the time, but I didn't. I rode it out through the entire movie. I liked it. It was comforting. It made me feel good. It made me feel like I was appreciated. It made me feel liked for a change. Then the movie ended.

We walked out the theatre door because the mall was closed at the time, and we couldn't enter the sporting store were we had parked due to the gates being closed. So we decided to walk clear around the mall. It was a warm night. Perfect out. The breeze was just right, no clouds, and the stars. Oh man the stars! Everything was perfect. We continued to talk without missing a beat. It was nice for a change to talk to someone that could hold a conversation that didn't involve sex, drugs, cock size, the same boring cliche stuff. I had asked him what he had planned for the rest of the evening, and he just simply replied "Nothing. I was going to head home, why?" I asked if he would like to continue through the night. He replied excitedly "Yes!". We settled on sushi for dinner. getting the California roll, spicy tuna, spicy salmon, unagi, and Philly rolls. It was happy hour too! We sat at the bar outside, and just looked at each other every so often, and grinned, and looked away. Sort of like flirting peek-a-boo. Which is funny, Reader, when you realize that we are both straight acting, masculine men. We are honestly like children right now. But it is still one of the best feelings I have ever felt. Haha Reader, would you believe if I told you right now as I'm typing this that I have a smile on my face, and a tear in my eye? So as we are doing this, a black couple is seated next to us. The man was wearing a white v-neck with a blazer, and his date was wearing a beautiful floral dress. It was then that he texted me saying "Oh my gosh, that woman is absolutely gorgeous!" I agreed. However, what we found comical was that they went on a date to one of the best sushi places in the United States, and ordered the chicken. We got a kick out of that. But hey, to each his own right?

We eventually, we finished our meals/ rolls, and walked around the Plaza reflecting on our pasts, sharing our history, trials and tribulations. What we have both experienced, and so forth. I wasn't ready to share my past with him, or how significant the day was that we met, and what I have been through, but I could tell he some how knew. Sharing a cigarette walking through the night, before looking at our phones, and realizing how late it has become. At this point it is about 12:34am. As we head back to his vehicle, Death Cab for Cutie is playing, and we just sat there in silence, and enjoyed it. Glancing over at the other, and grinning. In all honesty Reader..no date could have gone more perfect than this one.

Showing up at my house, he dropped me off. We sat there for what seemed like years, me staring into those jade green eyes, and smiled, and said "Have a good night, and thank you for everything." (I really wanted to kiss him Reader! I was too nervous though!) I get out of the car (a man mind you), and I'm as giddy as a school girl, and as I reach my door to unlock it I receive his text saying "I'd really like to see you again. There is just something about you that I can't let go." Now Reader, please understand that this isn't something that was jumping the gun too quickly. If you could have been there you would understand that this evening was unique...almost magical. So after I received that text, I went to my room, to lay down staring at the text for 5-10 minutes trying to figure out how to respond. Again, keep in mind that I have never done anything with a guy before at this point. I have only been with women. So I took the chance, and said "I would like that a lot actually." He then responded with "Look, this may be too soon, but I really wanted to kiss you in the car before dropping you off. I don't want to freak you out or anything because your ad said that you were mainly looking for friends, and what not. But I really wanted to kiss you goodnight" I responded "I wanted to kiss you too, but I didn't know how you felt! I was nervous, and didn't want to act on my emotions too soon! I do want to see you again though...I just don't want to rush things." He just replied "I understand, no rush, but I do like you :)" (You think just bitches like smilies? Fuck that, even grown men enjoy them on occasion). It was then that we wished each other a good night, and set up a second date.

Reader, I just want to let you know that this story is 100% honest. I've had this story pent up inside of me for the longest time, and I really would like sharing it more, and more.

Thank you for reading, please feel free to ask questions.

title: Lions in May. A love story. Part 1 of ? [may end up longer than expected but this is a story I want to share, and would like participation as well.] x-post

question: What are the similarities between the narrator and his date?

answer: They have a lot of things in common, liking each other's eyes, for instance. They like camping, Johnny Depp, and they are both pescetarians. They also really like each other.

question: What advice does the text give about meeting strangers?


text: ______________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: may04.txt (mf, ff, inc, ped, voy) Authors name: Kathleen Story Title : MAY GROWS UP PART 4 of 9 ------------------------------------------------------------------ This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1997. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Sarah knew that the conversation she had heard meant that Jack was not fucking his cousin or his sister, but it also meant that the girls were ready and that it would probably happen soon! She suddenly realized that she was desperately needing to piss. She made her way around to the front of the bath house. Suddenly, on an impulse, she went over the the entrance to the men's side. She listened silently. She didn't hear anything. She looked around. There was no one in sight. She looked around the entrance into the inside of the bath house. There was no one inside. She had always wanted to pee in the men's room! She decided to take a chance! As May and Sally made their way through the woods, May suddenly realized that she needed to pee. She told Sally to go on without her and she turned back toward the bath house. Inside the men's room, Sarah was perched on the pot with her shorts and panties down around her ankles. She spread her legs and released her bladder, causing the water in the pot to sing with the stream of piss she cut loose in it. Shen she finished, she wiped her pussy and reached for her clothes bunched at her ankles. Suddenly, she became aware that someone was watching her! Bunny's father was standing just inside the door, looking at her. He didn't say a word, he just walked slowly toward her. Her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge between his legs. She sat still until he stood in front of her. He extended his hand to her and she took it. He pulled her to a standing position and immediately kissed her. There she stood, with her shorts and panties still down around her ankles, being kissed by a man she had never really met before. Sarah could't believe it. This was more like one of her wild fantasies than reality. She felt his hands close on her breasts, cupping them and feeling them through her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she knew that he could feel her nipples hardening through the material of the blouse. Finally, his lips left hers and he unbuttoned her blouse. He pulled it wide open, exposing her beautiful breasts to his view. She knew that he had seen them before, through the knothole in the wall. She moaned as his hands closed on her boobs, palming and rolling them on her chest. She felt his hand slide down over her belly, straight down between her legs. His finger slipped down into her crack, finding her clit. She moaned as he rubbed her clit, then slid his finger farther down and up into her cunt hole. Her pussy was creaming around the invading finger. May had entered the other side of the bath house. She was about to pull her shorts down to pee when she heard a moan through the wall. Her need was immediately forgotten! She moved quickly to a knothole and looked through. She couldn't believe her eyes. There was her aunt, standing kind of spraddle legged with Bunny's father's finger up her pussy! As May watched, she saw Sarah reach down and unfasten the man's pants, pushing them down. Like father, like daughter, Sarah thought to herself as she found that he didn't have on any underwear. She wrapped her fingers around the huge dick standing straight up in front of his belly. Slowly, she slid her hand up and down along the length of it, naturally timing her strokes with the strokes of his finger in her pussy. He stepped back, reaching down and freeing his feet from his pants. Then he gently turned her around so that she had her back to him. She stepped out of her shorts and panties and leaned over, bracing her hands on the toilet tank. He moved in close behind her, taking hold of her hips. Sarah spread her legs and reached back between them and took hold of the mighty weapon pointing at her. She guided it straight to it's target and gasped in pleasure as he sank the full length up in her pussy with one thrust. May was watching excitedly, as she saw the man starting to screw her aunt. From her position, she could actually see his dick going in and out of her, because the knot hole through which she was looking was low and they were facing directly away from her and really quite close to her. Sarah couldn't believe she was doing this. Here she was, leaning over a commode with a stranger's dick sliding in and out of her pussy! And it felt soooo gooooood! He was really balling her now. His hard thrusts were shaking her all over. From her position, May could see her aunt's tits shaking as the man rammed her. Sarah could feel the climax coming. Then suddenly, she was there! And so was he! She could feel him spurting in her as he grunted in her ear. May watched the man pull out of his aunt then helped her to straighten up. Then he moved up to the toilet and stood right there and started to piss. She heard her aunt giggle and saw her reach down and take hold of his prick and aim it. When he finished peeing, she saw her aunt shake it and then give it a little pat. When the couple in the other room had dressed and left, May quickly relieved her bladder and headed back to camp. When she got there, she found Sarah stretched out on a lounge chair looking like she was totally relaxed. Dan was asleep in the hammock and Jack and Sally were sitting on the couch (folded up durin the daytime) in the vehicle watching tv. When she came in, she found that Sally had told Jack that they had watched him and Bunny. "Say, what took you so long to get back from the bath house?" Sally asked her. May hesitated, then told them about seeing Bunny's dad screw Sarah. Jack and Sally couldn't believe their ears. "Wow, I knew Mom was hot to trot, but I thought it was only for Dad," Jack said. "Well, why shouldn't she want it?" Sally said. "After all, you want to get in every girl's pants that you meet." "Oh, I think it's fantastic," Jack said. "Yeah, so I see," Sally replied, looking at his bulging crotch. "And so soon after Bunny, too." Jack laughed and reached down and rubbed his hardon through his pants. The kids quickly quieted down when they heard someone at the door. Dan came in and flopped down beside them to watch tv so they didn't get to talk about it anymore. A little while later, Sarah came into the vehicle. "Dan, we told that lady on the other side of the park that we would bring Sally down to look at her doll collection this afternoon," she reminded her husband. "Oh, yeah," Dan groaned. Sarah explained to Sally that they had met a lady with some rag dolls for sale. Sally collected them and was eager to go to see them. "Do you want to go, May?" she asked. "Uh, I don't think so, if you don't mind," May replied. "We'll be back in about an hour," Sarah told Jack and May. "When Sally gets to looking at rag dolls, we have a hard time getting her to leave." The three of them left and May was alone in the bus with Jack. They sat there for a few minutes watching TV. Then, suddenly, Jack slid over next to May and put his arm around her shoulder. May looked at him and smiled. Jack leaned over and kissed her right on the lips. May liked the feeling of Jack's lips on hers. They were soft and warm and it did something to her. Jack continued to kiss her, opening his mouth and slipping his tongue between her lips. She extended the tip of her tongue and flicked his tongue with hers. The two kids continued to kiss, openmouthed and hard. As they kissed, both of them began to gasp for breath. Finally, their lips parted and they looked at each other. "Wow," May exclained. "Did you like that?" Jack asked. "Ummmhmmm," May replied, leaning forward for him to kiss her again. Their lips began to work against each other, their tongues twisting and licking at each other. May wrapped both arms around Jack's neck as he kissed her. She felt his hand sliding up her side and then around between them. He had his hand on her tit through her blouse! She purred in his mouth as he began to palm and feel her little tittie. After a few moments of this, May felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She giggled and brought her hands away from around his neck to help him unbutton her blouse. He pulled it wide open and reached up and pulled both bra straps down! She gasped as his hands closed on both bare tits. He kissed her lips again, then began to kiss his way down her neck and down onto her front. Slowly, he kissed his way down to her budding breasts. When he reached her right breast with his lips, he kissed his way around the small tit and then moved up to the swollen nipple. May gasped loudly when his lips closed on her nipple and he began to suck on it. She cradled his head in her arms as he nursed at her budding breast. Moving back and forth from one breast to the other, Jack was working May up into a real stew. He slid his hand down over her hip to her leg. He slipped his hand between her knees, and began to move his hand back up the inside of her thigh. May felt the warm hand sliding up her leg and she knew he was headed for her pussy. When he reached her crotch, she gasped when he slid his hand over and palmed her pussy through her shorts. He rubbed his hand up and down on her pussy through her shorts for a few moments, then he began to try to get his finger inside the tight leg of her shorts. "Jack, wouldn't it be easier if you just took them off?" she whispered in his ear. Jack didn't waste any time complying with her suggestion. He quickly unzipped them and pulled them down over her legs and off as she raised up to help him. He then slid his hand back up between her legs and felt her pussy through her bikini panties. He could feel the heat through the thin material, and the moisture seeping through them. He hooked a finger under the leg and pulled the crotch to the side. He palmed her bare pussy, then slipped a finger into the top of her crack. She groaned as his finger found her clit. Jack looked down at the beautiful sight. His finger was slowly sliding deeper and deeper into her juicy little slit. The thin blonde curls hid none of her slit from his view. Slowly, he inched his finger deeper into her slit until he was twirling his fingertip in the entrance to her pussy. He was amazed at the juice! Boy was she hot! May suddenly raised up and grasped the top of her panties. Lifting her ass, she quickly peeled them down and off. Jack immediately slid his finger back up into her pussy when she spread her legs for him to get to her. Slowly, he pumped his finger in and out of her. May couldn't believe how good it felt. But she wanted to sample some of the other things she had observed today. "Jack, why don't you kiss my pussy like you kissed Bunny's?" she whispered to him. Jack didn't hesitate. He slid to the floor and knelt in front of her. She pulled her legs up and spread them wide, propping her heels on the edge of the sofa as she leaned back. Jack kissed his way up the inside of her thighs. When he reached her pussy, he flicked his tongue out and licked the end of her hard little clittie. She gasped and jerked every time he licked it. He ran his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her gushing juices. He licked his way down to her brimming hole and thrust his tongue as far up the entrance as he could get it. He opened his mouth wide, covering her whole pussy with his mouth, sucking and licking everything he could get to. He slid his finger up to her hole and slowly pushed it all the way in as he licked her clit. He began to pump his finger in and out of her, licking her little bud of a clit. He fastened his lips around the tiny morsel and began to suck it, licking the end of it as his lips pulled on it. May suddenly grabbed his head in both hands, pulling him hard against her pussy, as she let out a little shreik. She was coming!! Finally, she released his head and he raised up and grinned at her. "Stand up," she told him, raising up to a sitting position. Jack did as he was told, standing up in front of her. Her fingers tugged his zipper down and opened his pants. Quickly she pulled them down below his knees, then she stripped his shorts down. His dick was standing up proud and hard, pointing right up at his belly button. She slid one hand up between his legs, feeling his balls. The other hand clasped his dick and began to slowly slide up and down along the shaft. She pumped it several times, looking at the juice seeping out of the slit in the end. Then she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. Tentatively, she touched the tip of her tongue to the end of his prick. She liked the taste! It was strong and kind of sour-sweet. She licked the end, swiping her tongue all around the head. Jack groaned with pure pleasure! May pursed her lips and kissed it right on the end. Then, slowly moving forward, she let her lips slowly enclose the end of his dick, sliding down until she had the whole knob in her mouth. She pressed forward, taking some of the shaft in her mouth. Slowly, she took more and more until the end of his prick was against the back of her throat. She could see that she had a little more than half of it in her mouth. That was not quite as much as Bunny had managed to swallow, but it would have to do until she got more used to it. It was about to gag her, as it was. May then slowly let it slide out of her mouth until only the end was in. Then she reversed directions and repeated the movement. She could tell from Jack's groaning that he was really enjoying it. He began to contribute to the movement, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. She was using her tongue on the underside of it as it slid in and out. She was also exerting as much suction as she could. May was afraid that Jack would lose control and jam it down her throat, so she wrapped her fist around it at just the right place to control the maximum depth that she wanted. Suddenly, Jack groaned and gasped and May felt the dick in her mouth begin to throb. She knew he was about to shoot his load, so she withdrew her mouth until she had only the knob in her mouth and began to suck hard. Bam! Jack cut loose in her mouth. The first wad almost shot down her throat without her swallowing, it spurted out with such power. Swallowing rapidly, May tried to keep up with the gushes of hot juice spurting from the end of his dick. Finally, the spurts slowed to a dribble and then quit. She sucked the last of the juice out of the piss slit and let his dick slide out of her mouth. May looked up at Jack and grinned. He was still gasping for breath, but he smiled at her. "Oh, May, that was wonderful," he told her. She grinned at him, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "It tastes different from anything I've ever tasted before, but I liked it," she told him. Jack sank weakly down on the sofa beside her. He kissed her on the lips, then leaned down and gently kissed each breast. Suddenly, May jumped up. She heard voices coming up the road! "They're coming!" she told Jack. Quickly, they grabbed their clothes and put them on. They were sitting on the sofa watching TV when the door opened and Sally entered, followed by Dan and Sarah.

question: Summarize Sarah's thoughts and feelings as Bunny's father had sex with her.

answer: Sarah was in the toilet peeing when she became aware someone was watching her. She turned and saw Bunny's father who didn't say a word but walked towards Sarah and kissed her. Sarah could feel her nipple hardening. The man fondled her breast with Sarah moaning. Sarah felt she ought to stop him but did not. Bunny's father started to have sex with her while she lay her palms on the toilet wall, enjoying it. After both of them came, she giggled and gave his penis a pat.

question: Why did May inform Jack and Sally of her aunt's indiscretion?


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The bathroom will be good again today; Andrew thinks to himself as he walks off of the train and enters the last leg of his trip to school. They can’t find me there, they can’t scrutinise me, and they certainly can’t force me to make a dick of myself again. Why should I even need to worry about all this shit? I knew I shouldn’t have moved schools.

He walks past a homeless man rummaging through garbage and tries not to make eye contact before entering the local supermarket. God, Andrew wonders, how does one reach such a level of helplessness? He’s probably like me: no one to talk to, and for no good reason, really.

Andrew walks towards the counter after grabbing a packet of honey soy chicken chips, and a bottle of iced tea. Might as well treat myself he says in his mind.

An attractive blonde girl, probably around nineteen, stands behind the register, idly. Her eyes an ocean like blue, perfectly set in to her pale complexion.

Overwhelmed, he approaches and sets the products onto the counter, trying not to make too much eye contact.

“How’s it going? Just these?” she asks, giving a forced smile.

“Yeah just these,” he responds quickly, feeling embarrassed.

She puts the items through and he quickly pays her, silently walking out and continuing his journey.

The morning passes quickly and routinely, with Andrew as a background figure to his lively peers.

Sitting in the back corner of the classroom at a secluded desk, Andrew trembles as the bell sounds for recess. His back and shoulders shake as he tries to expel the thought of encountering “them” between the walk from his safe classroom desk to the bathroom. I’ll power walk straight there with my head down, he decides. If I’m quick, no one will see me.

He exits the room last, trailing the group of energetic, close knit peers with whom he shares his classes with. If only I could blend in, he wishes to himself. If only I was a part of the laughter, the enjoyment they all seem to share when in each other’s presence. Why can’t I be? Why the fuck am I so different?

Walking, as inconspicuous as possible, but as fast as possible, he feels his heart race. His tongue curls compulsively and he only raises his head to maintain a steady path. “Walk with purpose Andrew,” he hears a voice in his mind order.

Students come gushing out from Building 7, the largest building on campus, within which his locker is located. From Year Sevens to Year Twelves, they all rush past to see their friends, to spend twenty minutes gossiping and joking with one another or preparing for their next class in the yard. It is a short relief for them, while Andrew Bisping spends alone what feels like a lifetime of seclusion.

He spots a pack of Year Tens and increases his walking speed. Shit, he exclaims mentally, keep walking. Approaching the ramp which leads into the building he breathes a sigh of relief, and doesn’t let his focus stray as he heads towards his preferred sanctuary.

Opening the door, he sees no one, the bathroom is empty. He enters a cubicle, unlocked like with the rest of them, and seats himself on the covered toilet. Leaning back, Andrew notices balls of toilet paper which have been dampened and then tossed at the ceiling, sticking up there and eventually drying, moulding onto the surface. He wonders how long they have been up there, does anyone bother to scrape them off, or is it a recurring instance requiring cleaning of a far too tedious nature to carry out consistently?

What am I doing? He wonders, opening his honey soy chicken chips. Why can’t I just talk to them? Sure, the last school sucked but I talked to people. I talked to people every day. I joked with them and discussed things with them. Is it so hard to do that here too?

A loud, startling crash resonates throughout the bathroom as the door swings into the wall and the chatter of William and Angus travels in.

“As if you didn’t know man, she’s been fucking him for like six months,” William remarks, criticising his best friend.

“Get off my back mate if I knew she was his missus I wouldn’t have touched her.”

“Fuck off you wouldn’t have,” William replies, smirking.

Andrew’s heart races, faster than it ever has. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can you have a heart attack at fifteen? Please be a fucking heart attack.

“Don’t be a dog bro, it’s behind us now he said he didn’t give a shit,” Angus explains, entering the cubicle next to Andrew and beginning to unroll and ball square upon square of toilet paper.

“Me? A dog? Look at yourself mate. Nah, you’ve earned my respect she’s a babe isn’t she?”

“Yeah she’s not bad, works at the IGA around the corner,” Angus comments, while walking toward the sink with the balls of paper and dampening them.

With his knees up to his chest, his index finger and thumb holding out the plastic packet of chips so as to not make a sound, and the other hand over his mouth to hide the noise of his breathing, Andrew feels a bead of sweat trickle down from his forehead to his upper lip.

He hears two thuds, deafening to him, as wet paper hits the ceiling, and William’s feet appear below the door in front of the cubicle, “no shit, I haven’t seen her. Man, I’ve got to piss. Who’s in there?”

Andrew doesn’t answer. Physically, he can’t answer. His throat and tongue are coarse and dry.

“You’re taking an awfully long time buddy, sure you don’t need some help?” he asks, laughing out loud at himself, “Here, I’ve got you.”

William begins kicking the door, yelling “open up you faggot!” until the lock brakes, and he sees Andrew, who hasn’t moved a millimetre since they walked in.

He laughs uncontrollably, “look who it is”, he points, “it’s Bitchping!”

Angus cackles loudly, “look at you, you bitch. All scared and shit”

“Yeah”, William lets out, panting from his laughing fit, “looks like you’ve found a nice new place to sit alone and be a pussy.”

Andrew drops the chips as his shaking fingers can no longer support the bag. He digs his elbows into his hips and curls forward, breathing in and out like an asthmatic while he convulses in pain.

“I actually like this new spot”, William remarks, “nowhere to run, shit, hardly any room to move actually”, William steps into the stall and stares angrily into Andrew’s eyes, “and more importantly, no teachers to see me beat the piss out of you. Especially not your boyfriend Mr. Silas, he touches you doesn’t he?”

Before Andrew can answer he feels a sharp sting across his cheek and his body slides into the small gap between the toilet and the wall. He tries to get up but is instead dragged up by the collar and shoved into the wall. Pinned against the wall by William, who still grips his collar, he feels tears run from his eyes down to his jaw line.

“Look, he’s crying!” William exclaims, laughing, looking towards Angus, who walks out, unamused.

“Please”, Andrew lets out, “let me go”

“What?”, William asks, releasing his grip, “I’m going to be late for class because of this you little twat.”

Andrew breathes deeply and bends forwards, clutching his burning throat.

“Make it worth my while, and hit me you fucking coward.”

Andrew staggers to an upright position, still gasping for air, and throws a wild hook, missing and losing his balance, reclining against the wall. This rest is brief though, as Andrew lunges towards him pinning his shoulder this time and repeatedly giving him blows to the stomach. The only words escaping Andrew’s mouth are “fuck” and “please” in between the punches.

“Give my regards to your boyfriend, fag”, William says, letting Andrew drop to the ground, before walking out, pumped from the adrenaline rush.

Left alone on the tiled floor he digs his nails into the ground and scrapes them across until the end begin to snap. He brings himself up from the ground in a fury and turns his attention towards the hard plaster wall in front.

With his eyes closed, imagining William is in front of him once again he strikes the wall, punching it repeatedly. He screams “fuck you” over and over again, punching it until the flesh on his knuckles tear and become bloody. Until his arms tire to the point they can’t be raised, and he heaps himself once more on the ground.

A young teacher with glasses and a sweater walks in, Mr. Silas.

“God, Andrew are you okay? I heard you from outside, what have they done to you?”

“I’m fine, leave me alone,” Andrew manages to say, catching his breath.

“I’m getting Margaret, this has gone too far,” Silas says, moving towards the door.

“You can’t, please. The shit they were saying, they called you my boyfriend. If I tell anyone what happened I’ll be crucified,” Andrew pleads.

Silas sighs, and moves away from the door, after locking it. He kneels down and begins stroking Andrew’s bloodied knuckles.

“You don’t have to worry, they won’t find out about us.”

title: I Will Find a Centre In You

question: Summarize the story's conflict.

answer: The story's conflict revolves around Andrew's fear of his bullies. For most of the story he thinks about if he will run into them or not, and tries his best to avoid them. In school before recess, he trembles in his desk in the back corner of the desk out of fear of seeing them. He hides in the bathroom, but this doesn't work as William and Angus appear. They taunt him and physically assault him.

question: Summarize Andrew's wants for himself.

answer: Andrew doesn't seem to have any friends and is bullied at school. He is fearful throughout his entire school day that he will be confronted by bullies. He doesn't want to have to worry about it. He wishes he could just talk to the people at his school. He wishes that he could be involved in other kids' laughter and blend in.

question: What does the text say about Andrew's preferred sanctuary?

answer: During recess Andrew's preferred sanctuary is a bathroom stall. When he enters, the bathroom is empty. He chooses a stall and sits on the covered toilet with the door locked. He tries to eat his snack there in hopes that he isn't discovered by his bullies.

question: Summarize the plot twist.

answer: When Andrew is being assaulted by his bullies, William and Angus, they taunt him by calling him homophobic slurs. They call Mr.Silas his boyfriend and mock him by saying Mr.Silas touches him. After the bullies leave, Mr.Silas comes into the bathroom to comfort Andrew. Andrew refuses to get help about the situation as he could be crucified. Mr.Silas tells him not to worry about anyone finding out about them. This is where it's revealed that the bullies are right about an inappropriate relationship between Andrew and Mr.Silas.

question: What does the text say about Andrew's home life?


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Romney's rise may be producing yawns at home, but the Republican frontrunner has touched a nerve (make that several nerves) overseas.

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COLLEGE STATION, TX - APRIL 10: Former Governor of Massachusetts and 2008 Republican Presidential hopeful Mitt Romney speaks to an audience about his campaign at the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library at Texas A&M University in College Station, Texas on April 10, 2007. (Photo by Ben Sklar/Getty Images)

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Mitt Romney’s recent primary victories in Iowa and New Hampshire have bolstered the perception — both at home and overseas — that the former Massachusetts governor has all but locked up the Republican presidential nomination. And while the foreign press is picking up on all the familiar tropes about Romney (a dull but determined Mormon moderate millionaire with solid business credentials and protean political views), some news outlets are going further — expressing outright anger with the GOP candidate over his foreign-policy views.

Romney, to be sure, hasn’t said anything as incendiary as, say, Newt Gingrich calling the Palestinians an “invented” people or Herman Cain sneering at Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan. But he has ruffled feathers abroad by coming out strongly against Russian aggression, European socialism, Iranian nuclear ambitions, Chinese economic policy, and illegal immigration. We’ve already heard from Eric Pape about why life in Paris isn’t nearly as bad as Romney makes it out to be, but there’s plenty more indignation out there to survey.

EASTERN EUROPE

Romney, perhaps more than any other GOP candidate, has been a vocal critic of the Obama administration’s “reset” with Russia, calling the New START nuclear arms reduction agreement Obama’s “worst foreign-policy mistake,” criticizing the president for abandoning Eastern European allies like Poland and the Czech Republic, and arguing that Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin threatens global stability by dreaming of “rebuilding the Russian empire.”

Those comments haven’t gone unnoticed in the Russian press. Many news outlets have picked up Romney’s comments, and the tabloid _Komsomolskaya Pravda_ __ reports that Romney is a “hawk” on Russia even though he’s generally considered a moderate on other issues. The World Policy Institute’s Michele Wucker, however, assures _Izvestia_ that Romney and his rivals are tailoring their anti-Russia rhetoric for domestic consumption — “not battling against Putin, but Obama.”

Russian coverage isn’t all negative. The state-run radio station Voice of Russia, for example, points out that Romney has an “IQ of 122 while Obama has scored 140,” which could make the 2012 elections “the most intellectual ones in America’s contemporary history.” Citing experts, the news outlet adds that the United States “is tired of wars” and “doesn’t want tension with Russia and China and involvement in new Middle East campaigns.”

The Polish press, not surprisingly, is generally friendly to Romney. At the journalist forum Salon24, historian Michael Krupa observes that Romney is the only Republican candidate to have thoroughly outlined his foreign-policy vision, particularly when it comes to Europe. Krupa says Romney wants to elevate the importance of U.S.-Polish relations by executing a plan scrapped by Obama to locate U.S. missile defense systems in Poland and working to decrease Eastern European dependence on Russian gas supplies. _Gazeta Wyborcza_ writes that while Romney may be “colorless and wooden,” he can boast of “real achievements” as a businessman and governor.

Above, Romney speaks at the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library at Texas A&M University in April 2007.

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WESTERN EUROPE

Romney may have expressed interest in Switzerland’s health care model, lived in France as a Mormon missionary in the late 1960s, and spoken French while promoting the Salt Lake City Winter Olympics in 2002 (as Newt Gingrich, a French speaker himself, gleefully points out in a new attack ad), but his assaults on Europe, coming amid a worsening European debt crisis, have only ramped up since he launched his campaign. In his victory speech in New Hampshire this week, Romney accused President Obama of wanting “to turn America into a European-style entitlement society.”

European society, needless to say, isn’t thrilled with these statements. France’s _Le Figaro,_ which has compared Romney’s blandness to Socialist presidential candidate François Hollande’s (the socialism-bashing Romney probably wouldn’t appreciate the comparison), __ laments that France and “old Europe” have become “punching bags” in the Republican primary, noting that Romney may have developed his “European allergy” as he watched a “nation of cynical disbelievers” slam doors in his face as a young missionary. But the French paper adds that the Republican candidates, with all their anti-European rhetoric, seem to forget that it was Wall Street deregulation and the collapse of the U.S. housing market that triggered the current financial crisis.

_Der Spiegel_, meanwhile, claims that the Republican focus on Europe is as much a “cultural confrontation” as it is an economic one, and that Romney has framed the confrontation “as a battle for the soul of America.” These statements, the German paper argues, sound “absurd from a European point of view — even more so given the current state of the U.S. economy. The American dream of being able to rise from being a dishwasher to millionaire hasn’t been reality for years, perhaps decades.”

But the European press stills harbors grudging respect for the smooth and steady (if exceedingly boring) way that Romney has seemingly locked up the Republican nomination. _Der Spiegel_ calls Romney the “GOP’s Duracell Bunny” and the _Telegraph_ observes that while “a Romney stump speech may be the political equivalent of watching paint dry,” the candidate’s “relentless focus on the economy and his own background in the private sector is exactly the right focus during a recession.” Germany’s _Die Welt_ praises Romney and fellow Republican candidate Newt Gingrich as “experienced center-right politicians,” and observes that “one can’t help but be impressed by the new ideas emanating from the party following the demise of the Neocons.”

Above, Romney and former Utah Gov. Mike Leavitt attend the lighting of the Olympic flame for the Salt Lake City Olympics at the Temple of Hera in Greece in November 2001 .

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MIDDLE EAST

Romney has directed some of his most heated rhetoric at Iran, which he  argues  poses “the greatest immediate threat to the world since the fall of the Soviet Union” because of its nuclear ambitions, which Romney plans to halt through tough sanctions, support for domestic opposition groups, and the threat of military force.

Iran’s Press TV has fired back. In an article entitled “Romney the liar tells tall tales on Iran,” the state-run news outlet takes issue with a Romney stump speech claiming that Iran is “intent on becoming nuclear.” The article points out that Iran is already contending with international sanctions and U.S. covert operations, and that the International Atomic Energy Agency “has never pointed to any evidence indicating that Tehran’s civilian nuclear program has been diverted to nuclear weapons production.”

Reaction has been warmer in Israel, which Romney pledges to visit on his first official trip as president (he often accuses Obama of throwing Israel “under the bus”). A Ynet op-ed by an Israeli living in the United States praises Romney for emphasizing that the United States “should be willing to stand by its allies” and criticizing “Obama’s ambivalence towards Israel.” But another op-ed in _Haaretz_ questions whether there is really much of a difference between Romney’s policy toward Iran and Obama’s. Romney’s declarations include “innumerable statements about military power,” the author notes. “But nothing is said about a firm commitment to an American strike against Iran, or about giving a green light to Jerusalem for an Israeli attack.”

Above, Romney meets with Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu in Jerusalem in January 2011.

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CHINA

Romney’s pledge to designate China as a currency manipulator and pursue litigation against its “unfair trade practices” hasn’t won the Republican frontrunner much support in the Chinese press, which is generally of the opinion that Beijing becomes a scapegoat every U.S. election cycle. In an article entitled “GOP bashes China as vote nears,” _China Daily_ discusses Jon Huntsman’s Mandarin-infused efforts to inform Romney that his policies would start a trade war with China. Citing an expert at Shanghai’s Fudan University, the paper explains that the “presidential candidates have no other choice but to criticize China in the election, as the U.S. is in a phase of relatively rapid decline.” Ouch.

The criticism of Romney isn’t limited to his positions on China, either. “The former Massachusetts governor is willing to say whatever pleases the Republican voters,” another _China Daily_ analysis notes, in a refrain echoed across borders.

Above, Romney meets with Chinese Premier Wen Jiabao in Boston in December 2003, on the second anniversary of a direct shipping route between Massachusetts and China.

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MEXICO

As Larry Kaplow noted at Foreign Policy this week, Romney’s ties with Mexico stretch back to 1885, when the candidate’s great-grandfather settled in a Mormon colony there. Romney’s father was born in Mexico and there are still Romneys in the northern state of Chihuahua, but that hasn’t stopped Romney from calling for a high-tech fence along the entire U.S.-Mexico border, pouncing on his GOP opponents for being soft on immigration, and coming out against  “DREAM Act” legislation that would provide legal status for children of illegal immigrants who want to enroll in college or the military. (That aside, in an attempt to reach out to Latino voters in Florida, Romney did release a Spanish-language ad this week in which his son shows off some pretty sharp Spanish skills).

In addition to running pieces about the indignation of Latino activists over Romney’s lurch to the right on immigration (Romney’s Massachusetts health-care law allowed undocumented migrants to receive virtually free care), the Mexican press has published several pieces tweaking Romney for coming down hard on immigration despite his Mexican roots. As a journalist writing in the Ciudad Juárez-based _El Diario_ put it, “It’s a great paradox of life that Romney has shown himself to be so anti-immigrant while being a de facto son of a Mexican immigrant.” Romney’s hardline stance, the journalist adds, stems from his desire to “satisfy the most intolerant sectors of his party” and secure the Republican nomination.

Above, Romney delivers a foreign-policy address to cadets at the Citadel in South Carolina in October 2011.

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