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ARMSTRONG COUNTY is a county located in the U.S. state of Texas. As of the 2010 census, the population was 1,901.[1] Its county seat is Claude.[2] The county was formed in 1876 and later organized in 1890.[3] It was named for one of several Texas pioneer families named Armstrong.

Armstrong County is included in the Amarillo, TX Metropolitan Statistical Area.

History

Native Americans

Paleo-Indians first inhabitants as far back as 10,000 BC. Apachean cultures roamed the county until Comanche dominated around 1700. The Comanches were defeated by the United States Army in the Red River War of 1874. Later tribes include Kiowa and Cheyenne.[4]

County established and growth

Armstrong County was formed from Bexar County in 1876, and organized in 1890, with Claude as the county seat.[5]

Charles Goodnight and John George Adair established ranching in the county. In 1876, Goodnight brought a herd of 1,600 cattle into the Palo Duro Canyon. The JA Ranch encompassed over a million acres (4,000 km²), including Armstrong County and five adjoining counties. The county land use was primarily ranch-related, even after the trickling in of homesteaders, for the remainder of the 19th century.[6]

In 1887, the JA Ranch split up, giving way to a terminus for the Fort Worth and Denver City Railway. The first town from the ranch was Goodnight.[7]

Landowner Robert E. Montgomery platted the town of Washburn, named after railroad executive D.W. Washburn.[8]

The next year, railroad lines turned Washburn into a boom town. In the same year, Armstrong City was renamed Claude in honor of railroad engineer Claude Ayers.[9]

In 1890, the two towns competed for the county seat, with Claude winning. Many scenes of the 1963 Paul Newman film _Hud_ were filmed at Goodnight and Claude.[10][11][12]

At the beginning of the 20th century, ranching began to share the land with cotton and wheat crops, although ranching remained the leading industry. The Great Depression had a severe effect on the county's economy, and recovery took years. Ranches still occupied about 68% of the land in the county in 2005.[13]

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which are land and (0.5%) are covered by water.[14]

Major highways

-   [] U.S. Highway 287
-   [] State Highway 207

Adjacent counties

-   Carson County (north)
-   Gray County (northeast)
-   Donley County (east)
-   Briscoe County (south)
-   Swisher County (southwest)
-   Randall County (west)
-   Potter County (northwest)

Demographics

As of the census[15] of 2000, 2,148 people, 802 households, and 612 families resided in the county. The population density was 2 people per square mile (1/km²). The 920 housing units averaged 1 per square mile (0/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 95.44% White, 0.28% Black or African American, 0.65% Native American, 2.79% from other races, and 0.84% from two or more races. About 5.40% of the population was Hispanic or Latino of any race.

Of the 802 households, 33.90% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 67.20% were married couples living together, 6.10% had a female householder with no husband present, and 23.60% were non-families. About 21.40% of all households were made up of individuals, and 12.00% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.58 and the average family size was 2.99.

In the county, the population was distributed as 26.00% under the age of 18, 6.10% from 18 to 24, 24.80% from 25 to 44, 23.80% from 45 to 64, and 19.20% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 41 years. For every 100 females, there were 93.20 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 90.30 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $38,194, and for a family was $43,894. Males had a median income of $30,114 versus $21,786 for females. The per capita income for the county was $17,151. About 7.90% of families and 10.60% of the population were below the poverty line, including 15.80% of those under age 18 and 11.60% of those age 65 or over.

Education

The Claude Independent School District serves almost all of Armstrong County.

Three school districts headquartered in surrounding counties, Clarendon Consolidated Independent School District, Groom Independent School District, and Happy Independent School District, include small unincorporated portions of Armstrong County.

Communities

City

-   Claude (county seat)

Unincorporated communities

-   Goodnight
-   Washburn
-   Wayside

Politics

  Year                               Republican                                Democratic                                Third parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |90.5% _924_   style=“text-align:center;” |6.9% _70_     2.6% _27_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |88.6% _828_   style=“text-align:center;” |10.5% _98_    1.0% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |86.5% _856_   style=“text-align:center;” |12.9% _128_   0.6% _6_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |82.7% _830_   style=“text-align:center;” |16.9% _170_   0.4% _4_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |82.3% _772_   style=“text-align:center;” |16.0% _150_   1.7% _16_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |62.2% _582_   style=“text-align:center;” |29.1% _272_   8.8% _82_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |54.6% _561_   style=“text-align:center;” |27.0% _278_   18.4% _189_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |69.2% _720_   style=“text-align:center;” |30.2% _314_   0.6% _6_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |76.5% _791_   style=“text-align:center;” |23.0% _238_   0.5% _5_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |66.6% _709_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.3% _333_   2.2% _23_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |49.3% _506_   style=“text-align:center;” |50.0% _513_   0.8% _8_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |80.8% _768_   style=“text-align:center;” |18.6% _177_   0.6% _6_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |46.1% _434_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.0% _301_   21.9% _206_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |40.2% _365_   style=“text-align:center;” |59.9% _544_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |56.7% _488_   style=“text-align:center;” |42.4% _365_   0.8% _7_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |46.6% _372_   style=“text-align:center;” |52.9% _422_   0.5% _4_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |56.4% _562_   style=“text-align:center;” |42.7% _425_   0.9% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |11.9% _97_    style=“text-align:center;” |84.1% _686_   4.1% _33_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |16.5% _132_   style=“text-align:center;” |77.9% _623_   5.6% _45_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |8.4% _82_     style=“text-align:center;” |91.5% _891_   0.1% _1_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |3.5% _33_     style=“text-align:center;” |96.1% _897_   0.3% _3_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |7.2% _63_     style=“text-align:center;” |92.7% _813_   0.1% _1_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |45.8% _316_   style=“text-align:center;” |54.1% _373_   0.1% _1_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |19.1% _106_   style=“text-align:center;” |76.6% _426_   4.3% _24_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |17.5% _87_    style=“text-align:center;” |81.5% _405_   1.0% _5_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |10.6% _43_    style=“text-align:center;” |86.7% _353_   2.7% _11_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |9.4% _32_     style=“text-align:center;” |80.4% _274_   10.3% _35_

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title: Armstrong County, Texas

question: Summarize the native history of Armstrong County.

answer: The first inhabitants of the area are traced back as far as 10,000 BCE. Apachean cultures roamed until about 1700, when the Comanche people dominated until their defeat in the Red River War of 1874. Later tribes include Kiowa and Cheyenne.

question: What does the text say about valleys?

question: What does the text say about mountains?


split: test

text:
							Green is the Grass
	I remember being afraid that we were going to hit the sun, as we floated up and up.  Squinting up at that great yellow ball, Uncle Scott must have been able to see the anxiety in my face.  Putting a hand on my shoulder he said "Why so scared Al? Nothing can touch us up here." But his word meant little, without Mimi there to hold my hand and tell me I had nothing to fear. She was down on the ground, drifting further and further away. Was she thinking about me? Was she worried for me? Or was she just relieved that she got a break from holding my hand for half an hour. Uncle Scott's hot air balloon could only hold four, so she and mom decided to sit this one out and let the boys have some time alone. It didn't take much to tune out my uncle's blabbering about the mechanisms and the physics of his new toy.  Dad was listening intently, but my older cousin John seemed just as disinterested as I was, for other reasons of course. I looked down again to see ant sized versions of Mimi and Mom sitting on our blue and white checkered picnic blanket, lounging in the shade of the solitary oak tree; that wasn't nearly as scary as looking up at the sun.
	That was six years ago, now I'm the one on the ground, and Mimi is gone.  We used to spend so much time together, my sister and I. This field was our favorite spot in the whole world. The two off us would come out here for picnics and spend the whole day laying in the tall green grass, looking at the clouds. The field itself  was gigantic,  but we would almost never go more than 300 yards from the highway, because that was where our tree was.  A venerable white oak, standing 80 feet above the ground. Its ancient, gray branches reaching out in all directions, twisting and turning with no discernable pattern. The lowest branch hung just low enough for me to reach it if I was sitting on Mimi's shoulders, but I was always too scared to climb higher.  Mimi was always trying to get me to be brave; trying to get me to face my fears. She said it would make me stronger, that once I did I wouldn't be affraid of them anymore. "Go ahead!" she would say, "I know you can do it! You just have to want it!" But I never believed her, back then I figured I would always be afraid.  But as long as Mimi would always be there to hold my hand, I wouldn't need to be brave.
	Mimi was my older sister, she was only 3 years older than me but from looking at us you'd think it was more than that.  She was always a tall girl, about six feet, the tallest girl at our school. She had light brown hair and dark green eyes, like me, with a face that reminded everyone of the sea, even those who had yet to see the ocean and marvel in it's beauty.  At school Mimi had lots of friends, but that never stopped her from talking to me during lunch, and sticking up for me. Being much smaller than most of the other students, I was the natural recipient of their boredom and the source of their entertainment. But not when Mimi was around, no one would even think about tormenting me with her at my side; not after she broke Sammy Nelson's nose freshman year. He'd shoved my back up against a locker and she shoved his pale, freckley face into the neighboring locker, taking out a solid chunk of his red hair in the process. His face was an inch away from mine so the slam sounded like someone dropped a bowling ball on the hood of a car, plus the added crunch of the bones in his nose shattering.  She got suspended for that, but she was okay with it. "Worth it" she would always say with a coy manner and a wink.
	It was almost one year ago, but I remember it all too well. May 25, 2012, the first day of summer, also my 15th birthday.  I woke up at 8:35, unusually late, to my parents telling me that Mimi was already at the oak tree, waiting for me with a surprise. I put on my favorite Modest Mouse t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans as quickly as I could.  I mounted my Specialized six speed and made my way to the field, a ride I had made over a hundred times; it was only two miles down the road.  When I had finally arrived at the field the anticipation was killing me. I ran out to the tree with my bike at my side, but I didn't see Mimi.  I circled around the tree twice to no avail; she was nowhere to be found, or at least nowhere to be seen.  But she was there; our blue and white, checkered picnic blanket had been roughly sprawled out on the grass. It basked in the sun right where the shaded blades of grass met their lighter, warmer relatives. "Not a bad idea." I thought to myself. I plopped down on top of the blanket, lying on my back with my arms and legs spread out wide, starfish style.  Just days before, a late spring rain had fallen, leaving the grass a new, bright green. A green that seemed to shine, a green that gave off just as much light at the sun in the sky; the two of them, sun and grass, worked together to make the cleanest, freshest, most beautiful day. My fingers found a hole in the blanket where a tuft of that grass was reaching out, looking for it's sun.  I gathered the fresh green grass into my fist and yanked, I then raised my hand above my head, and let the grass float down onto my face.
	Just then, the leaves on the end of the branch that loomed over my head twitched, ever so slightly; she's not as sly as she thinks she is.  I hoped up onto my feet and trotted over the the base of the tree.  I scanned all of the lower branches, once again circling the trunk of the tree like a young girl might circle a may-pole.  "Hmf, maybe she's not here." I thought out loud.
	"Happy birthday loser!" shouted the branches.
	"Okay, where the hell are you?"
	"Look up!" I looked up. "Higher you tard!"
	Her voice, I love her voice. I will always love her voice.  It was a soft, warm voice.  It had a depth to it, not a manish depth, but a smart, thoughtful depth.  But the way she spoke was just feminine enough. I craned my head back, as far as i could, and did another spin, still looking. "I bet you think your real funny! Where the hell are you Meems?"
	"Right here!" her head popped out from behind a thick branch.  She was way up there, near the very top, fifty feet high at least. "Happy Birthday Alex." she shouted.  Even if she was yelling at the top of her lungs, her voice still rang with relaxation and care, as if it were its own entity.  "Come up here, I want to show you something!"
	"I don't think I can even reach the lowest branch!" I ran around to the other side of the tree where that low hanging branch floated just low enough to where the tips of my fingers could graze it.  I leaped once, couldn't get a hold.  I jumped a second time; this time I was able to wrap my hands around the branch.  "Got it." I whispered to myself.  I pulled as hard as I could but I couldn't manage to get my armpits to hook over the branch.  It was like trying to do a pull up in P.E. class, only harder.  Everyone in P.E. laughed at me when I couldn't do a single one.  "Hey! I can't do it!" I shouted. To be perfectly honest I probably could have made it on top of the branch if I tried hard enough, I just didn't want to.  I knew that if I could get off the ground and onto the branch, I would get ten feet high and wet my pants.  I hate heights. Mimi understood.
	"Okay I'll come down! It was just a bird's nest" --a relief. She bounced down from branch to branch with such ease, it was amazing.  "So, how does it feel to be fifteen?" She asks as she hops down the tree.
	"Uhhhh, I dunno. How's it feel to be a monkey?"
	"Pretty damn good. You should try it. Hey, check this out." Now she was about 25 feet off the ground, standing on a good thick branch.  "Here's your real present!" She kicked a plank of wood off of the branch and it came sailing down, followed by two lengths of thick, hemp rope.  It came to a halt two and a half feet away from the grass.
	"No frickin' way! That so cool! Meems thanks so much, I love it." I plopped my ass down right on top of the swing and started pumping my legs, propelling me back and forth, up and down.  I look up and she is sitting right in between the two ropes directly above me.
	"You really like it?"
	"I love it, it's awesome! Did you do this all by yourself?"
	"Yep! You know dad can't keep a secret.  I'm glad you like it."
	The swing was amazing.  Not because I love swings, but because I love this spot.  I love our spot.  This swing made it ours.  It was the definitive stamp that said "We found this place, and we made it our own." Sure we'd carved our names of the great thick tree trunk, but this was more, this was hard to miss.
	"Hey I bet you're hungry!" I was. "I brought us some-- AH!"
	She landed six feet away from me, completely still aside from a twitch in her foot.  A dark red drop of blood trickled down from her left ear.
	The rest of the day was a steady blur. The blue and red flash of sirens will forever be the backdrop of any memory I carry of that day.
	Now, here I lie, one year later, the back of my head resting on that blue and white checkered picnic blanket once again, yet this blanket cannot manage to stop my head from spinning. All of these memories stirring my emotions up like the wind stirring the fallen leaves under the oak tree. I turn my head to the side, facing the open field with nothing obstructing my view.  Either a lack of recent rainfall has repressed the sheen that the grass needed to truly connect with the sun, or my melancholy is repressing the joy that I used to get from melting into the field.  It would be a lie to say that It didn't take every iota of courage I possessed in order to make my way back to this field, our field.
	That's right, our field, Mimi's and my field. It still is our field. I owe her that much at least; it will never just be a field, not even the field. It will always be our field. Tears swell up; I push them back. I can't cry, Meems wouldn't want me to cry. Maybe walking will help. I take three paces in the opposite direction of the tree. No, I'm here. I turn around on my heels and beeline for the swing.
	Now there's no pushing back the tears, they're here, and they're real. For the first time since she left, they're here. I sit on the swing without thinking about it. I assume that the image of her falling through the air, gracefully and quietly, will rush up and hit me in the face; it doesn't. Now I'm angry. How could she do that? How could she leave me? Doesn't she know I still need her? Doesn't she know I still want her to hold my hand?  Although, its not like anyone messes with me at school anymore; they wouldn't dare. I start pumping my legs for the second time. Now I'm bawling, but it's okay. Mimi would have wanted me to cry.
	The grass is suddenly much greener, the sun much warmer, the air much cleaner, and the day is much brighter. My swinging comes to a stop, along with my tears.  I rise from the swing and see, for the first time, neatly painted on the wooden plank, in red and blue paint, are the words "Alex, Keep on swinging. Love, Mimi" What a dork, she will always be able to make me laugh.

title: [MF] A dark little soemthing I wrote. Imput appreciated.

question: Summarize the negative events of the story.

answer: Mimi, the narrator's older sister, died a year ago after falling out of a tree on the narrator's birthday. The narrator mourns the loss of her by returning to the field in which she passed, and the narrator cries.

question: Describe Mimi's character.

answer: Mimi is three years older than the narrator. She is tall, standing at around 6 feet. She has lots of friends and is very popular, but always sticks up for the narrator if they are being picked on.


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LEWIS COUNTY is a county located in the U.S. state of Tennessee. As of the 2010 census, the population was 12,161.[1] Its county seat is Hohenwald.[2] The county is named for explorer Meriwether Lewis, who died and was buried at Grinder's Stand near Hohenwald in 1809.

History

[Meriwether Lewis National Monument and Gravesite, April 2014.] Lewis County was formed in 1843 from parts of Perry, Hickman, Lawrence, Maury and Wayne counties.[3] It was named for explorer Meriwether Lewis of the Lewis and Clark expedition.[4] Lewis's grave is located at the geographic center of the county. The bill for its creation was proposed by Powhatan Gordon in the Tennessee State Senate.[5]

On October 7, 2009, a ceremony was held at the cemetery to commemorate the bicentennial of Lewis's death. A bust of Lewis was presented to the National Park Service, which manages the site.[6]

Lewis County was the site of the Cane Creek Massacre.

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.1%) is water.[7]

Adjacent counties

-   Hickman County (north)
-   Maury County (east)
-   Lawrence County (south)
-   Wayne County (southwest)
-   Perry County (west)

National protected area

-   Natchez Trace Parkway (part)

State protected areas

-   Auntney Hollow State Natural Area
-   Devil's Backbone State Natural Area
-   Dry Branch State Natural Area
-   Hick Hill Wildlife Management Area
-   Langford Branch State Natural Area
-   Laurel Hill Wildlife Management Area
-   Lewis State Forest

Major highways

-   -   -   -

Demographics

As of the census[8] of 2000, there were 11,367 people, 4,381 households, and 3,215 families residing in the county. The population density was 40 people per square mile (16/km²). There were 4,821 housing units at an average density of 17 per square mile (7/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 97.07% White, 1.45% Black or African American, 0.20% Native American, 0.18% Asian, 0.29% from other races, and 0.80% from two or more races. 1.20% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 4,381 households, out of which 33.20% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 58.90% were married couples living together, 10.70% had a female householder with no husband present, and 26.60% were non-families. 23.50% of all households were made up of individuals, and 10.60% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.54 and the average family size was 2.98.

In the county, the population was spread out, with 25.80% under the age of 18, 8.30% from 18 to 24, 27.40% from 25 to 44, 24.80% from 45 to 64, and 13.60% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 37 years. For every 100 females there were 96.90 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 91.80 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $30,444, and the median income for a family was $35,972. Males had a median income of $27,060 versus $19,847 for females. The per capita income for the county was $14,664. About 10.30% of families and 13.40% of the population were below the poverty line, including 16.60% of those under age 18 and 12.20% of those age 65 or over.

Communities

City

-   Hohenwald (county seat)

Census-designated place

-   Summertown (Mostly in Lawrence County)

Unincorporated communities

-   Aethra
-   Bachelder
-   Blondy
-   Buffalo Valley
-   Gordonsburg
-   Kimmins
-   Kitchens
-   Lomax Crossroads
-   Metal Ford
-   Napier
-   Oak Grove
-   Providence
-   Riverside
-   Ruppertown
-   Salem
-   Shubert
-   Sweetwater
-   Theodore
-   Voorhies
-   West Hohenwald

Politics

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                  Third Parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |77.6% _3,585_   style=“text-align:center;” |19.3% _890_     3.2% _147_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |66.4% _3,117_   style=“text-align:center;” |30.8% _1,447_   2.8% _130_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |61.1% _2,951_   style=“text-align:center;” |37.3% _1,804_   1.6% _79_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |55.8% _2,819_   style=“text-align:center;” |43.4% _2,192_   0.9% _43_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |46.1% _2,037_   style=“text-align:center;” |51.6% _2,281_   2.3% _102_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |36.1% _1,298_   style=“text-align:center;” |54.8% _1,971_   9.1% _329_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |29.3% _1,218_   style=“text-align:center;” |60.0% _2,491_   10.7% _443_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |48.0% _1,324_   style=“text-align:center;” |51.4% _1,419_   0.7% _18_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |52.4% _1,733_   style=“text-align:center;” |47.1% _1,556_   0.5% _17_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |32.5% _1,076_   style=“text-align:center;” |66.2% _2,190_   1.3% _43_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |20.3% _617_     style=“text-align:center;” |78.8% _2,391_   0.9% _28_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |47.0% _1,056_   style=“text-align:center;” |50.6% _1,138_   2.4% _54_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |17.9% _455_     style=“text-align:center;” |42.8% _1,088_   39.3% _997_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |15.8% _388_     style=“text-align:center;” |84.2% _2,061_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |25.1% _580_     style=“text-align:center;” |74.5% _1,723_   0.4% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |28.2% _522_     style=“text-align:center;” |71.3% _1,321_   0.6% _11_
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  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |14.6% _137_     style=“text-align:center;” |85.4% _799_     style="text-align:center;|
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  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |36.3% _191_     style=“text-align:center;” |58.9% _310_     4.8% _25_
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  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[9]

Historically, like all of secessionist Middle Tennessee, Lewis County was overwhelmingly Democratic. Although it did vote for Charles Evans Hughes in 1916 and Warren G. Harding in 1920, Lewis County would be firmly Democratic for the next six decades, being one of only two Tennessee counties to remain loyal to both Hubert Humphrey in 1968 and George McGovern in 1972. Ronald Reagan broke this Democratic sequence with a 177-vote majority over Walter Mondale in his 1984 landslide, but Lewis County would subsequently remain Democratic up to 2000. Since then, however, like all of the rural white South, it has become overwhelmingly Republican due to opposition to the Democratic Party's liberal views on social issues.[10]

Education

The county is served by Lewis County High School.

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title: Lewis County, Tennessee

question: What does the article say about the people of Lewis County?

answer: There are 11,367 people in the county as of 2000, most of whom are white (97%). Blacks are the largest minority group at 1.45% of the population. Out of the 4,381 households, 33.2% have children under 18, and 26.6% are non-families. 23.5% of households are individuals while 10.6% have someone over 65 living alone. The median age in the county is 37, 25.8% of the population is below 18 while 13.6% are above 65. For every 100 females in the county, there are 96.9 males. The household median income is $30,444, and per capita income is $14,664. 13.4% of the population lives below the poverty line. The county was resolutely Democratic until 2000, but it became overwhelmingly Republican in response to the Democratic Party's liberal views on social issues.

question: What does the text say about the unique aspects of Lewis County?

answer: The county is named after Meriwether Lewis of the Lewis and Clark expedition, whose grave resides at the geographic center of the county. The county contains a part of the Natchez Trace Parkway, a Nationally protected area, in addition to seven state-protected natural areas.

question: What does the text say about how Lewis and Clark discovered the helical structure of DNA?


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SCOTTSDALE NATIONAL GOLF CLUB (SNGC) is a private golf club located north of the McDowell Mountain Range, and just east of Pinnacle Peak in Scottsdale, Arizona.[1] It is owned by Bob Parsons, an American entrepreneur, who is the founder of GoDaddy and Parsons Xtreme Golf,[2][3][4][5] and his wife, Renee, president of PXG Apparel.[6] The property provides an uncontested 360-degree views and is protected on three sides by preservation wilderness.[7]

History

Until 2013, the course was known as The Golf Club of Scottsdale. It was renamed by Parsons after he acquired the golf course for $600,000.[8][9][10][11] In 2014, he unveiled a $35 million plan to redevelop some of the course's holes and build a new clubhouse. Since that time, a second clubhouse and member villas have been constructed, and Parsons has invested about $250 million in the property.[12]

Scottsdale National Golf Club now consists of two 18-hole courses and a nine-hole course. The original course, called _Mine Shaft,_ is a par 72 spread across 290 acres (1.2 km2) designed by Jay Morrish and Dick Bailey. The second course, called _The Other Course_ is a par-72 links course designed by Jackson Kahn Design.[13] The 9-hole par-3 course is called _The Bad Little Nine,_[14] also designed by Jackson Kahn Design. According to Today's Golfer, the 9-hole course is considered as one of the _“trickiest”_ courses in the world.[15] Parsons has kept an offer on the table to give a golfer $1,000 if he or she finishes under par when the flags are in their trickiest locations.[16]

The club also has an extensive practice facility, which includes a driving range more than 400 yards deep, a short game area, and five different bunker and green scenarios.[17]

In 2017, construction was completed on new contemporary villas for members, which feature local artwork, as well as a second clubhouse.[18][19] Members can bring guests and stay on property to golf, dine, access the spa facilities and other amenities.[20]

Scorecards

Tournaments

SNGC hosts the annual _Wild West Invitational_ tournament.[21] It's a three-day event for women and a four-day event for men with luxury food and drinks, and gifts for all of the players.[22] The player's objective is to win their flight and proceed to the final round, called _The Stampede_. In _The Stampede,_ competitors must contend with a number of distractions that could include mobile deejays with music blaring over loudspeakers, sounds of jackhammers and helicopters, and even Bob Parsons heckling players with a bullhorn.[23]

Golf Immersion Program

The _Xperience_ is a three-days golf immersion program at SNGC that includes PXG club fittings for two people by a PXG master fitter.[24] The day after the clubs are fitted, they are delivered to the participants for their playing rounds on all three golf courses. The _Xperience_ also includes a tour of the club, accommodations and dinners.[25]

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title: Scottsdale National Golf Club

question: Summarize the club's renaming.

answer: Scottsdale National Golf Club was known as The Golf Club of Scottsdale until 2013, when it was bought and renamed by Bob Parsons. It is also referred to as SNGC.

question: What is interesting about the golf course design?

answer: The original 18-hole course is called Mine Shaft and was designed by Jay Morrish and Dick Bailey. The second 18-hole course is called The Other Course and was designed by Jackson Kahn Design. Both are par 72. There is also a 9-hole par-3 course called The Bad Little Nine, designed by Jackson Kahn Design, which is considered one of the trickiest courses in the world.

question: When was the first known game of golf played?


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   The tumultuous waves crashed into the Caribbean-esque shores. With them, me. I stood up on the white sanded beach and looked out into the great blue yonder. The water was so blue and clear, I could've sworn I was in the Bahamas. A moment later, I smelled iron. "Blood" I thought. I ripped off my white cotton dress shirt and saw the the blood oozing out of the deep lacerations on my torso. Then, the smelled of something being grilled filled the air. "There's someone else on the island.
   I ran to the smell as fast as humanly possible. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done. I ran so fast my muscles started to hurt. I tripped over rocks and branches multiple times which exacerbated the lacerations. When I got to the barbecue all I saw were servants and a woman in a red dress. She was no older than me, twenty. After looking around, I collapsed.
   The next thing I remember, I was in a huge cave. Except, it didn't look like a cave. It looked like a regular home. I opened my eyes and saw the immaculate kitchen, it was like one you'd see in a five star restaurant. Annexed off the kitchen, there was a beautiful dining room. However, I got the feeling that it was just collecting dust. I was laying on a black couch big enough for two people and was snuggled up in a flannel blanket. I wanted to get up but I debated if it was worth losing the warmth. It was decided, I'd get up. As I got up, I heard a woman say "Woah, easy there".
   She was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was like something out of a Greek mythology tale. She had long dark brown hair braided to the side, warm brown eyes, and smelled like honeysuckle. She looked very Mediterranean. For example, she had olive skin and strong facial features. Her voice was soft and when she talked, it sounded like angles were singing. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was Aphrodite.
     "What's your name," I asked.
     "I am Calypso and you are on Ogygia" she smiled. "After we eat, you can go home if you'd like".
     "Can I think about it" I said looking at the island.
     "Sure," she smiled. "Now go back to sleep, you need rest".
     A moment later, my eyes were closed.

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  When I opened my eyes, I saw her smiling over me, her teeth were pure white. How could I leave her?
  "It's time for dinner" she said playing with my hair.
   When we walked out of the cave, it was night. How long was I asleep for? The only source of light were the stars and the moon. Since there was no light pollution, you could see the faintest stars. It was beautiful. On the white beach there was a blanket and several baskets.
    "It's a beautiful out here. Is it like this every night?" I said looking up at the stars.
    "Yes it is " she smiled while looking up at the stars.
    The baskets had everything in them. Literally, you could think of food or drink and you'd have it. After dinner, we walked on the shores.
   "Will you stay with me?" She asked. I could hear a hint of nervousness in her voice.
   I thought about my life in the real world. I had no family, no friends, and no money. I had nothing. Why wouldn't I stay with her?
  "Of course I'll stay with you" I said leaning in to kiss her.

I hope this wasn't that bad. I'm pretty rusty. Please don't be to mean.

title: [FN, RO] Ogygia (Oh-gee-gee-ah)

question: What draws the narrator away from the beach?

answer: The narrator smells the aroma of grilled food when he lands on the beach. He realizes that there is someone else around and he is, no doubt, also hungry so he follows the aroma to a barbecue. He finds a woman in a red dress and servants cooking.

question: Describe the woman.

answer: The narrator describes the woman as the most beautiful in the world. She has long dark hair that she braids to the side. She has warm brown eyes and smells like honeysuckle. Her olive skin and strong facial features give her a Meditteranean look. She has a soft angelic voice.

question: How did the narrator get his injuries?


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KBHL (103.9 FM, “PraiseLive”) is a Contemporary Christian Music radio station in Osakis, Minnesota, United States, owned by Christian Heritage Broadcasting.

Satellite and translator stations

PraiseLive is rebroadcast on the following stations:

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PraiseLive is also heard on these translators:

Africa

PraiseLive is partnered with Spirit FM, a network of five stations in Africa: three in Ghana, and two in Uganda. The Uganda stations also reach into the war-torn nation of Sudan to the north. There is another station in the process of being built in Sudan. PraiseLive contributes programming specially produced for broadcast on Spirit FM.

History

Twin Cities Signal

In 2008, PraiseFM began broadcasting its station on 95.3 MHz KNOF in the Twin Cities forming a partnership with North Central University. The studio is located North Central University campus in downtown Minneapolis in the former Comm Arts building .[1]

Selby Gospel Broadcasting Corporation eventually sold KNOF to Praise Broadcasting by June 2014.[2]

In 2015, Praise FM was approached by Northern Lights Broadcasting with a proposal to purchase of KNOF. This purchase would allow PraiseFM transfer their signal from 95.3FM to KTWN's 96.3 HD2, increase their signal to a greater portion of the Twin Cities area.[3] On January 4, 2016, PraiseFM transferred their signal from KNOF 95.3 to KTWN 96.3 HD2. The sale to the Pohlad family (who also own the Minnesota Twins, netted PraiseFM nearly $8 million.[4]

In 2019, KBHL rebranded as “PraiseLive” with no change in format.

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title: KBHL

question: What does the article say about the history of PraiseFM?

answer: PraiseFM began broadcasting its station in the Twin Cities forming a partnership with North Central University. The studio is located North Central University campus in downtown Minneapolis. In 2015, Praise FM was approached by Northern Lights Broadcasting with a proposal to purchase of KNOF.

question: What does the article say about Praise FM's popularity?


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This is part of the introduction to a story I'm writing. I feel as if it's pretty damned flowery in it's descriptions, but I believe it fits the context. I have much more available if people are interested, but feel free to give me an honest critique. I don't need anyone to sugarcoat it.

Commander Tørjús of the Frostwolves lifted one heavy boot and slammed it into the ground, creating a shockwave of dirt and rock. The berserker stepped forward,  terrifying in his full black regalia, and made his way towards a host of human warriors. The apelike species were legion, units like these were spread across the blood-red fields of the northern continent. Yet, they were vulnerable when isolated like this one. Vulnerable to the fury-driven berserker, slowly walking towards them.

 He raised one gauntleted fist above his shoulder, fingers that could crush Human and Úlfhédnar spines alike wrapping solidly around the hilt of a giant blade strapped to his back. He unsheathed the deadly greatsword, letting its dark tip fall to the cracked floor of the valley. The terrible weapon's stygian edge gleamed like the dark embers of hell's burning gates. The sun illuminated the crimson sigils adorning its fine pommel as it was dragged slowly behind the menacing figure. Like a plague, fear spread behind the onlooking soldiers' silvery faceplates, infecting even those who could not directly see him. They could sense his rage; it was completely insatiable. Spear tips were lowered to meet his advance, crossbows were drawn and fixed on the lone warrior, and men called fruitlessly for his immediate halt. He was a beast of war, a savage creature born and bred into unparalleled violence, and a simple truth poured forth from his cold, furious eyes...they would all die in this parched valley, on this very day. He guaranteed it.

The giant blade dragged along the craggy ground, and sparks flew and mingled with puffs of dirt and dust as the juggernaut violently accelerated his pace. Tørjús retrieved a triangular shield, adorned with a single large skewer, from it's holster on his back. Crossbow bolts streaked into action and thumped uselessly into his shield. The ground beneath the armored scales of his boots cracked thunderously with every step. He charged into the warriors with vicious abandon, easily swatting away angry spears and halberds. His tendons strained under the herculean task of lifting the behemoth sword, and yet propelled the weapon into an arc so powerful it cleaved straight through the heavy shields desperately raised to impede it. His giant black form stood an easy two feet above the terrified soldiers' helmets, and in his fury, he seemed to grow even larger. Two of the soldiers already lay severed into bloody halves by the giant blade, and three more stood with useless bucklers and gaping wounds.

Not pausing for a moment, the behemoth swung his cleaver into deadly arcs and barreled into the cluster of soldiers with his spiked shield leading. Commander Tørjús impaled soldier after soldier, and any who avoided that grisly fate were quickly chopped down. Blood, spittle and bone exploded forth, coating the black champion in a suit of gore. Onwards he rushed, piercing the legion of ranks like a dark spear thrust into an ogres gut. The lines of soldiers gave way and the flags bearing the silver emblem of the eagle fell and were crushed, until he reached the center of the throng. Bloodlust oozed from his every pore, and he pivoted and slashed savagely. The dreaded blade and shield took down so many soldiers that the men had to climb over mounds of their brethren's corpses to reach him. Their efforts were futile. The Humans who made it over were met with sharp steel, death quickly putting an end their bravery. Two dozen human soldiers met their end every minute, and the brute fell ever deeper into his killing frenzy.

Bolts stood proudly from every gap in the Warrior's armor, but did nothing to slow or even weaken him. From deep wounds flowed rivulets of blood, yet he ignored them completely. He stood like a black tower of cancerous onslaught, decimating the army from within. Giving not an inch of ground, Commander Tørjús created a ring of corpses ever wider. The soldiers, facing a brutal threat so murderously effective, quickly turned in on itself, the ranks concentrating on the bulwark of savagery at its center. From somewhere within the battle's ragged edges, five equidistant bolts of light shot out into the sky. A shimmering golden veil began to spread from the pillars of light, forming a column encircling the battlefield.

From where the berserker had first come, and further into the valley, a score of dark soldiers awaited the call to battle, grim veterans of furious skirmishes and desperate sieges. Another giant, Commander Ęirík, stood at their head; an Úlfhédinn Prime draped in pitch-black leather armour. The Úlfhédnar were called Wolf-men, Werwolf, or even Worgen by the humans. The filthy apes had no respect for any of the non-human races. Being a Prime, he was immensely powerful and quasi-ageless as compared to common Úlfhédnar, and even more so to humans. The drawback was his complete sterility. He contrasted Tørjús's frenzy with a relaxed demeanour, but mirrored his eyes' fierce intensity. A slow smile spread across his lips as he admired his younger brother's brutal handiwork from afar. His task now lay ahead of him, within easy reach. Turning to his assembled host, Commander Ęirík uttered a single command, and sent his ebon knights marching towards battalions being wasted on the field. The planned assault would be devastating; his brother's berserker rage having broken the human ranks, his own soldiers could now flank the shaken army on all sides.

The Úlfhédinn Commander removed a small sigil-encrusted horn, and raised it to his lips. The horn's deep bellow trumpeted across the field of battle, reaching to the other side as yet another host of ebon warriors lay in wait. This second squad of Úlfhédnar sat astride heavily-armored stallions. They would charge into battle with gleeful ferocity, and mercilessly trample down their foes. As both detachments of warriors approached the carnage in the basin, they witnessed the rise of the translucent pillars. Ęirík bellowed in rage. It was an arcane barrier, erected by mages within the struggling army. Someone on the inside had figured it was better to deal with the lone berserker than to leave their flanks exposed to his army. The little apes were just as likely to die, Torjus was death incarnate when it came to war.

"Why isn't he here yet?" Commander Tørjús let the thought momentarily break his trance-like fury. He spared a glance beyond his immediate enemies and saw only a tide of warriors steadily advancing on him. The Humans had recovered from their initial shock and had placed their front line ranks nearest him. This strategy spared the lives of the much softer ranged soldiers,  and let them fire unimpeded at the berserker. Tørjús was a legend, even among Primes, but his prodigious stamina was finally starting to flicker dangerously. The recklessness of his offence counted on the army relieving him. He needed Ęirík's warriors soon. And he couldn't-

There! Black-armoured foot-soldiers were finally visible, charging down the valley slope into the basin. Dried and fresh blood mingled together on his formidable armour, both from himself and his enemies. The scarlet coat of gore partially blocked his heavy visor, but the carnage made it a necessary obstacle. Crossbow bolts and arrows alike hurdled into his armour relentlessly, and an excruciating amount were finding their way through to his joints and skin.

Tørjús knew he'd need all his fury to get through the last of this battle, and fell back into his Warshade, shaking off pain and fatigue. He began to shift fluidly through stances designed to maximize his lethality and simultaneously protect his viral areas. The giant blade and the shield were dancing a complex ballad at a such an increasingly fast tempo that his movements began to blur to the naked eye. One and a half tons of armour and death wove a dazzling pattern and tore mercilessly through steel and bone. The men's dying screams and agonized cries once again began to fill the air, as Tørjús exploded anew into his savage battle-dance. He did not see his own soldiers slow as the occult barrier rose into the sky. From the inside, he could not even see the barrier itself.

Ęirík spun on his heels and in one smooth movement, he mounted his huge steed. His horse reared up as the giant issued the stallion a quick squeeze of his legs. The armoured horse powerfully accelerated, blazing a path for its rider to the dome. Ęirík could no longer see his brother fighting, such was the intensity of the battle inside the shimmering column. It was absolutely essential that he pierce through the barrier, no doubt his brother's fortitude was being excruciatingly stretched to it's limits. Time slowed as his mind blasted through possibilities. A lifetime's fill of warfare at his fingertips gave him zilch to go on. Mages were a new kind of enemy in this land, but something had to be done; avatar of death or not, Torjus was not invulnerable. At this moment, his military intellect almost entirely merged with his  Warshade's. Nothing he knew of could help him pierce a barrier erected by five Human mages, not from the outside. It was possible these mages even had others feeding them energy to maintain the barrier. No, even his own brute force could only temporarily weaken the barrier, and only slightly at that. He needed to eliminate the mages themselves, but only Tørjús could do so from the inside. He had to get his attention, somehow.

"Damn the apes..." Ęirík released the pressure on his mount's sides, and the warhorse slowed before reaching the barrier. "Make way Frostwolves. Assault formation!" His warriors readily complied, readying their weapons and forming ranks. Upon breaching the barrier, his men would methodically charge, retreat, and cycle fresh ranks forward. The Humans would be packed into an ever-tightening mob of wounded and disordered, destroying any defensive capability. Commander Ęirík 'the Wolf' Vahann dismounted with liquid grace, landing with a cloud of dust onto the cracked valley floor. One of the Commander's Footsoldiers powerfully struck the barrier with his weapon, causing a small shockwave at the impact's vicinity. Ęirík noticed a Human soldier facing his forces flinch at the tremor, and the Úlfhédinn's keen eyes focused suddenly in epiphany.

"Hrapa aptr" The whispered command sent the horse running back to safety in the valley rim. The Úlfhédinn Prime turned towards the barrier, and a mask of fury suddenly contorted his strong features. The steel bands of muscle and tendons tensed powerfully, and the air around the Commander seemed suddenly alive with energy and potential. For a moment, the Úlfhédnar force had their eyes drawn towards their Commander as he gathered his titanic strength into a tangible force.

In an explosion of movement, his coiled muscles launched him towards the shimmering wall of light. The impact produced a flat conflagration along the scintillating obstacle, and a dull flash swept along it's circumference. A concentric blaze of white lightning expanded from the point of impact. From inside the dome, Human soldiers gasped and flinched back; the wall was not breached, and it was only slightly weakened, but the concussion was impressive. Muted thunder swept across the inside of the dome, and caught the attention of every man inside.

title: [FN] The Ulfhednar

question: Summarize everything related to wounds.

answer: Tørjús severs two of the enemy soldiers into bloody halves and inflicts three more with gaping wounds. He impales and chops down many soldiers. Tørjús himself is wounded, with crossbow bolts and arrows protruding from the gaps in his armour.

question: What does the story say about the reason for the battle?


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ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH TROFIMOV, (; 11 February 1927, Moscow – 10 April 2000), was a Soviet and Russian painter, art critic, and art historian. Professor at Surikov institute and Russian Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture academy. A member of the Moscow Artists Union.

Biography

Aleksandr Trofimov was born in 1927 in Moscow. He attended the Moscow secondary school of Arts; in 1946–1952, studied in Surikov institute. After graduating from the institute, he worked as an artist at VDNKh for two years. Later Trofimov was hired by the State Historical Museum and stayed there about a year. Between 1955 and 1958 he worked as an artist at the Museum of Moscow.

Career in arts education

About 7,5 years he worked as a teacher at the People Correspondence university of Arts in Moscow, later – as an assistant professor and docent at the Moscow State Textile University. From 1978 to 1994 Trofimov held the positions of docent (since 1986, of professor[1]) at Surikov institute, department of painting and composition, and of prorector on research work. In 1994, he became prorector on research and educational work at the Russian Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture academy.

Works

Selected exhibitions

-   1943: _The Young Artists exhibition, dedicated to the 25th Anniversary of Komsomol_ (Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow)[2]
-   1955: _The First exhibition of Studies by the Young Artists from Moscow_ (CDRI, Moscow)[3]
-   1958: _The Fourth exhibition of works by the Young Artists from Moscow_.[4]

Albums, selected works (painting)

The painter created a series of landscapes based on twelve pieces by Tchaikovsky, _The Seasons_. Some works of the series were published as a set of cards by the publishing house _Izobrazitelnoe Iskusstvo_. The same publisher issued a set of cards depicting some of his works dedicated to Leo Tolstoy.

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Trofimov's paintings, articles on his works were published by such prominent publishers as _Sovietski khudozhnik_, _Pravda_, _Izvestia_.

Publications by Trofimov

Books

Aleksandr Trofimov wrote the book about the Russian painter Semyon Grigorievich Mukhin (1891-1972):

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Articles

A number of articles by A. Trofimov, dedicated to Russian artists, to historical monuments and landmarks of Russia, appeared in such magazines as _Khudozhnik_ (1991, 1995, 1996), _Iuny Khudozhnik_ (1999), _Slovo_ (1997), _Moskva_ (1998, 1999).

Public life

A. Trofimov was an active member of VOOPIiK, Society for the Protection of Historical and Cultural Monuments, and became the Chairman of the Presidium of its Moscow branch in 1987.[5] He successfully withstood some plans about the demolition of historical buildings in the centre of Moscow.[6] Yuri Bychkov mentions him as a long-time collaborator and associate of Pyotr Baranovsky.[7]

Trofimov participated in preparations for reconstruction of Kazan Cathedral in Moscow.[8][9]

He was elected deputy to the Mossovet of the 20th convocation.[10]

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title: Aleksandr Sergeyevich Trofimov

question: What does the article say about the art style of Trofimov?

question: What does the article say about Trofimov's political associations?

answer: In addition to him being elected deputy to the 20th convocation of the Mossovet, Trofimov's employment implies that he was at least well-regarded by the Communist regime of his lifetime. These jobs include his 7.5 years as a teacher at the People Correspondance University of Arts in Moscow and his eventual professorship at the Surikov Institute. Another similar sign is him becoming the chairman of the Presidium of the Society for the Protection of Historical and Cultural Monuments' Moscow branch. His patriotic work also points in the same direction.


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During Jewish American Heritage Month, we celebrate the profound contributions that the Jewish faith and its traditions have had on our Nation.  Two hundred years ago, in April 1818, Mordecai Noah delivered his famous discourse before the members of America’s first synagogue, Congregation Shearith Israel, upon the consecration of their new house of worship.  Reflecting on Jewish history as well as on the unique rights and privileges afforded to American Jews, Noah proclaimed that, “for the first time in eighteen centuries, it may be said that the Jew feels he was born equal, and is entitled to equal protection; he can now breathe freely.”

Jewish Americans have helped guide the moral character of our Nation.  They have maintained a strong commitment to engage deeply in American society while also preserving their historic values and traditions.  Their passion for social justice and showing kindness to strangers is rooted in the beliefs that God created all people in his image and that we all deserve dignity and peace.  These beliefs have inspired Jewish Americans to build mutual-support societies, hospitals, and educational institutions that have enabled them and their fellow Americans to advance American society.  Jewish Americans marched for civil rights in Selma and fought for the freedom of their brethren behind the Iron Curtain.  Through their actions, they have made the world a better place.

The contributions of the Jewish people to American society are innumerable, strengthening our Nation and making it more prosperous.  American Jews have proudly served our country in all branches of government, from local to Federal, and they have defended our freedom while serving in the United States Armed Forces.  The indelible marks that American Jews have left on literature, music, cinema, and the arts have enriched the American soul.  In their enduring tradition of generosity, Jewish Americans have established some of the largest philanthropic and volunteer networks in the Nation, providing humanitarian aid and social services to those in need at home and abroad, acting as a “light unto the nations.”  Universities and other institutions around the country proudly display Nobel prizes won by Jewish Americans in the fields of medicine, chemistry, physics, and economics.

In reaction to Mordecai Noah’s 1818 discourse, Thomas Jefferson wrote that American laws protect “our religious as they do our civil rights by putting all on an equal footing.”  The American Jewish community is a shining example of how enshrining freedom of religion and protecting the rights of minorities can strengthen a nation.  Through their rich culture and heritage, the Jewish people have triumphed over adversity and enhanced our country.  For this and many other reasons, the American Jewish community is deserving of our respect, recognition, and gratitude.

NOW, THEREFORE, I, DONALD J. TRUMP, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim May 2018 as Jewish American Heritage Month.  I call upon all Americans to celebrate the heritage and contributions of American Jews and to observe this month with appropriate programs, activities, and ceremonies.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this thirtieth day of April, in the year of our Lord two thousand eighteen, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and forty-second.

DONALD J. TRUMP

question: Which country is meant by "our Nation"?

answer: The United States.

question: What is the American Jewish community an example of, according to this article?

answer: It's an example of how protecting the right to religious freedom can enhance a country.

question: Who wrote this letter?

answer: Former President Donald Trump.

question: For which historic American cause and movement did the Jewish community march?

answer: Anti-segregation and civil rights in Selma.


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"Down in the well, the water dwelled."

-Nope.

"Down in the well, the water sat."

-No, that's not right either. Water is inanimate. It can neither dwell nor sit. What does water do? Rest? Lie?

Perch?

-'Perch'? Are we out of our linguistic mind? Water is not a cat! All those earlier description failures are attempts at personifying a thing. I suppose water CAN course (but only when there is an active current and gravity to push the molecules). In most ordinary instances that we can think of, it appears that water can only 'be' (as far as within the flat, level environment of a deep, lonely well.)

Ok then. let's try again. "Down in the well, the water just was."

-Humm. We can't think of a good rhyme for 'was'. We were going to try 'cause' in the next line but that's a real stretch to rhyme 'was' and 'cause'. Maybe we should actually try to personify the water. That might be interesting.

"Down in the well the water lurked. It was such a ridiculous construct it made us smirk."

-Yeah, 'lurked' and 'smirk' are too silly to use in serious writing and we're still uncomfortable with the idea of personifying a thing.

'Bubbled'? 'Gurgled'? 'Rested'? 'Was corralled'? 'Contained within'? That last one is technically accurate but it's too awkward to 'flow' smoothly into a verse.

-Hummm, flow? Nah. 'Flow' also implies gravitational action that wouldn't be at work inside a well.

'Floated'?

-Well, that's somewhat accurate but really other things float IN water. They work against the collection of hydrogen and oxygen molecules to be buoyant.

Can't something float within itself?

-Nah, too metaphysical. We must keep the poem easy to comprehend.

Poem? Who says this is a POEM? Does it have to be? Dude! Maybe it's a gruesome horror story and there's a dead body floating IN the tepid water!

   "Down in the well, the water contained the bloated body of Randolph Ringhoffer."

Does the name 'Ringhoffer' or having double 'R' initials distract from the story idea? Should we have used a more common name like 'Jones'?

-What does it matter at this point, 'dude'? How can anything distract a reader if we only have one sentence so far? It's silly to worry about such things this early.

   That's not true at all. I happen to already know that Mr. Ringhoffer was intentionally pushed into the well by an angry malcontent. He drowned. He's been floating there five weeks in the stagnant, festering pool. His restless spirit has been getting angrier by the minute until someone extracts revenge on... Butch Cas... er... Carson. The local outlaw, Butch Carson.

-'Outlaw'? Open well? 'Malcontent'? 'Butch'? Is this a 'Wild West' roundup tale or something? Those aren't common terms and situations for modern times.

   As a matter of fact it is, Mr. Negative. It takes place in 1887, in frontier Wyoming. That's where Mr. Ringhoffer's cattle ranch is. What's with all the single quotes, anyway? Is that a manifestation of your contempt for my writing choices?

-Take it easy, 'hoss'. I'm just echoing the subconscious thoughts of your potential readers. That's the sort of thing that would occur to them. You know I'm your inner monologue. It's my job to critique and challenge you creatively. Otherwise you do not grow as a writer and storyteller.

If you are just a part of my creativity, how do you know what others will think about my details? What innate insight do you have? You're just an annoying voice in my head.

 -As a matter of fact, myself and the inner monologues of everyone else in the world gets together for big discussions and conferences. We evaluate things. We discuss YOU and your penchant to over-analyze small details. It's sad really. We feel you could achieve some great things if you'd just let the writing occur naturally. Stop agonizing over minute details.

Ok. Fair enough. I understand 'you' are just trying to help. Could we have a little more 'constructive' and a little less outright 'criticism'?

-Yes. Sure. I don't want you to feel discouraged either. It's a balancing act. I'm digging the story idea so far. I'm anxious to see where you go with it. Just please, for all that is holy, do NOT weave a well-worn cliché about rival wealthy landowners who dam up the river to extract gold from the stream. That would just be 'Unforgiven'.

title: [MF] 'At war with his internal-monologue'

question: What does the story say about why the narrator was at war with their inner thoughts?

answer: The narrator was contemplating how to draft out a story idea they had in mind. However, they struggled with their inner thoughts because it kept criticizing their every decision regarding the story idea. Notwithstanding, those thoughts only sought to help the narrator be a better version of themselves by assisting them in growing creatively through criticisms.


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She smiled. That beautifully radiant smile. A smile that could beat back the darkness of night and the bleakness of despair. It was a smile that many a man would readily die for. And it was for me.

Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist.

*It’s not the fall that hurts. It’s the sudden stop that kills you.*

The strains of music drifted through the air. At least, I think it was music. At this point it didn’t really matter what it was. It was everything and nothing at the same time. It was the perfect soundtrack to a movie of our own making. We were the stars of a show, written and directed by suns beyond our sight.

She turned away, and dragged me through… a crowd? I don’t know. It mattered as much to me as a man’s debt does to an ant. I didn’t care. All that I yearned for was to be with her. In the here and now. Even if I knew that I didn’t deserve it. That I’d somehow used up all of my life’s luck in just one night.

*But what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… Right?*

Why was I even here? Doubt creased my face with line upon line of impotent sadness. Words whizzed about, shouts and screams filled what anyone would readily perceive to be the air. But none of it reached me. I was an oasis of self-deprecation, unable to move beyond the pitiful cycle of self-immolation.

The music changed. I think. I tried to clamber back up from what was a dark pit of ridiculous, nonsensical anxiety. What good would it to do to me to take myself apart like this, piece by piece?

*I should just enjoy this. Even if it doesn’t last.*

She must’ve noticed something was wrong. She pulled me close, and held me tight. I was conflicted, a maelstrom of opposing emotions competing to plant themselves at the forefront of my consciousness. I closed my eyes, and drank in the moment. The stupidity of the doubts crystallised in my head, and began to melt away.

She pulled back, and looked straight through me. Her eyes sparked with the fires of life and passion. She was gorgeous beyond belief, her face contoured and sculpted by the gifted hand of the Maker himself. The exquisite lines of her being flowed from one feature to the next, never ceasing to amaze me as I watched her glide through my vision - a study in indescribable, breathtaking magnificence.

*Things aren’t beautiful because they last forever. They’re beautiful because they can’t.*

I finally returned the smile, a pale imitation of the loveliness that was before me. She let me go, satisfied that I had picked myself up. I finally heard the music and let it bounce around in my head. It moved me, us, bringing us up and down as wave upon wave of joy washed up on the shores of my soul.

I was happy. She was happy. And that was enough. I tried hard not to think of what would happen once the night bade farewell. Maybe it would all be over once the music ground to a halt, and any number of fat ladies stopped singing. Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance.

*Hold on to that smile. You might never see it ever again.*

title: [MF] Finite

question: Summarize the multitude of feelings going through the narrator's mind.

answer: The narrator was beside himself to be with the girl of his dreams. He relishes holding her hands as he resisted the urge to squeeze them. He heard music being played but it doesn't seem to matter to him what kind of music it is as it sounds great to his ears. He believes he doesn't deserve to be with the girl and hopes he won't use up his luck in just one night. The girl seems to notice something was wrong and hugged him, smiling. The narrator returns the smile as he tried not to think of what would happen once the night ends, promising himself to enjoy the moment.

question: What is the name of the girl the narrator is with?


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[Poster by Lucien-Achille Mauzan]

ACHILLE LUCIEN MAUZAN (1883, in Gap, Hautes-Alpes – 1952, in Gap) was born on the French Riviera, but moved to Italy in 1905, known as a decorative illustrator designing during the Art Deco movement, though he also painted and sculpted.

After a period of study in the École des Beaux-Arts at Lyon, France, Mauzan divided his life between Milan, Paris and Buenos Aires. Between the years 1920 and 1940, the period between the wars, he used forms and materials under the influence of the avant-garde cubists. He was also an illustrator of posters and postcards.

During his career as a poster printer and designer, Mauzan designed over 2,000 posters, using a style marked by humor and brilliant colors for advertisement and events and over 1,000 postcard images. He made several important posters for the Italian film industry in Turin, and then went to work at Ricordi music publishing from 1912 to 1917. Later, from 1919 to 1923 he works in the Magical press (Giovanni Magagnoli). In 1924 in Milan he establishes with Morzenti his own publishing house, the Mauzan-Morzenti Agency. In 1926 he travels to Argentina and sets up the “Affiches Mauzan” (Mauzan Posters) publishing house where many of his greatest works were created and where he worked until 1932. Within those years, Gino Boccasile, one of his students in Milan, travels to Argentina at his insistence and sets up studio. Mauzan is also noted for designing several war posters including an adaptation of the famous Lord Kitchener poster.

Biography

[Advertisement c. 1920s, many of his greatest works were created in Buenos Aires]

-   1905: Travels to Italy, where he settled and started working. His productions are essentially illustrations of magazines, postcards, bronze or plaster ceramics. After moving to Turin he turned to production to the newly formed film industry. As an outstanding lithographer, he produces about 1500 posters of films between 1909 and 1913, including posters of silent films.
-   1912 to 1917: worked in Milan for Ricordi, a music publishing company.
-   1914 to 1918: (World War I): he designed postcards and posters on loan.
-   1919 to 1923: works for Maga printing and publisher (Giovanni Magagnoli).
-   1924 to 1927: founded with Angelo Morzenti his own publishing house for his posters: _Agence Mauzan-Morzenti_, (Mauzan-Morzenti Agency).
-   1927: Departure to Buenos Aires, where he organized an exhibition, promoting its own talent. He founded his own company, _Editorial Affiches Mauzan_ (Editorial Mauzan Posters), and produced numerous posters. It thus reaches the figure of 2,000 posters produced and published.
-   1930: through his talent, he joined with Cosmos advertising agency, “the largest advertising agency in South America”, and created a new department: _Nuevos Affiches Cosmos_ (New Cosmos Posters).[1]
-   1931: he organized the exhibition New Trade Expo of the Food Industry and embarks on a project with the Historical Museum in Buenos Aires.
-   1932: he leaves Argentina to join his wife who dies in Italy. During his five years spent in Buenos Aires, he marks deeply in the poster art in Argentina, where his reputation is enormous.
-   1933: after a vague period, he moved to Paris, where he remained unknown. Artists like Cappiello, Jean d'Ylen, Cassandre, Loupot, Carlu and Colin where having more media exposure, his production was very sporadic.
-   1933 to 1935: Under contract with the _Société Générale Publicité_, (General Advertising Company) and with _Paris-Affiches_, (Paris-Posters)
-   1939 to 1945 (World War II): after sharing between Paris and Gap, he retired in the latter where he devoted himself entirely to his first love: painting.

[1] www.vintageposter.com Mauzan Lucien-Achille section - (French) - Retrieved 23 November 2010

title: Achille Mauzan

question: What kind of art did Achille Lucien Mauzan make?

answer: He studied at the Edole des Beaux-Arts at Lyon. He was influenced by avant-garde cubists. He was also an illustrator of posters and postcards.


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EMIR-USEIN KUKU (, born 26 June 1976) is a Crimean Tatar human rights defender and member of the Crimean Human Rights Contact Group. In February 2016, he was arrested and charged by Russian authorities on the accusation that he was a member of the Islamist group Hizb ut-Tahrir, although Kuku denies any involvement in this organization.[1]

Life

Kuku was born in Novorossiysk on 26 June 1976. In 1993, the family moved to Crimea. They obtained a plot of land for the erection of a house in the native village of Kemala Cook in Koreiz.[2]

In 2000, Kuku graduated from Kherson National Technical University with a degree in management. In 2001 he graduated from Kharkiv Financial and Economic Institute majoring in accounting.[3]

Before the annexation of Crimea, Kuku fought for the preservation of a Crimean Tatar cemetery and was involved in monitoring cases of discrimination against Muslims. Since 2014, he participated in helping Crimean political prisoners and in the search for missing people. Kuku was the organizer of a rally in memory of the deportation of Crimean Tatars in 2014.[4]

Criminal prosecution and arrest

On April 20, 2015, after Kuku exposed the attempt of the FSB to recruit him as a secret informant, he was apprehended in camouflage by unmarked people, taken to his home, where he was searched and then interrogated by the secret service. It was alleged that investigative actions are conducted within the framework of a criminal case under Art. 282 of the Criminal Code (“Actions aimed at arousing hatred or enmity”). Kuku was beaten on the way for interrogation, later he was diagnosed with kidney issues in a medical facility.[5][6]

On February 11, 2016, a search took place at Kuku's house in Koreiz, and was detained by Russian authorities. He has been charged with alleged involvement in the activities of the Islamist organization Hizb ut-Tahrir although Kuku denies any involvement in this organization.[7] In December 2017 Kuku and five his co-defendants, Muslim Aliyev, Vadim Siruk, Enver Bekirov, Refat Alimov and Arsen Dzhepparov were moved to Rostov-on-Don.[8]

On June 26, 2018, on his birthday, Emir-Usein Kuku began an indefinite hunger strike, during which he lost nine kilograms and declared an ultimatum to Russian President Vladimir Putin:

On November 12, 2019, the Southern District Military Court found Emir-Usein Kuku and five co-defendants guilty of “organizing of the activities of a terrorist organization” and “attempted forcible seizure of power” (Part 2 Article 205.5 and Article 30, Article 278 of Russian Criminal Code). Kuku was sentenced to 12 years in prison.[9]

International reaction

Russian civil rights society Memorial recognized Kuku as political prisoner.[10]

Amnesty International demands the release of Kuku.[11]

Front Line Defenders expressed its concern on the trial and believes that the charges brought against him are based on fabricated evidence.[12]

Human Rights Watch cited the arrest of Kuku as an example for persecution of Crimean Tatars.[13]

According to the Kharkiv Human Rights Protection Group the only evidence that the prosecution has provided is a “pseudo assessment of a recorded conversation “in the kitchen” where the men were discussing the situation in Russia, Ukraine, the fate of Crimea, the place of Islam in both countries and various religious postulates.”[14]

In November 2018 the UN General Assembly adopted a resolution which called for the urgent release of Ukrainian citizens Oleg Sentsov, Volodymyr Balukh and Emir-Usein Kuku.[15]

The European Union expects Russia to reverse the sentencing of Kuku and his co-defendants and called for their release.[16]

The United States embassy in Kyiv strongly condemned the decision of the Russian court and called for the immediate release of Kuku and his five co-defendants.[17]

Family

Kuku is married and has two children.[18]

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title: Emir-Usein Kuku

question: Who is Emir-Usein Kuku?

answer: A Crimean Tatar human rights defender and a member of the Crimean Human Rights Contact Group.

question: Why was Kuku arrested?

answer: He was arrested on the accusation of being a member of the Islamist group Hizb ut-Tahrir.

question: What was the purpose of Kuku's hunger strike?

answer: He declared an ultimatum to Russian President Vladimir Putin, although it is not stated what this ultimatum was.

question: Summarize everything relating to Kuku's personal life.

answer: Kuku is married and has two children.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Kuku is a Crimean Tatar human rights activist. Since 2014, he has helped Crimean political prisoners as well as helped in the search for missing people. In 2016, he was charged and arrested under accusations of being a member of the Islamist group Hizb ut-Tahrir. He is regarded by Russianl civil rights society as a political prisoner, and the Humans Rights Watch cited his arrest as an example of the persecution of Crimean Tatars.


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LENA RAINE (born 29 February 1984[1]), also known as LENA CHAPPELLE,[2] is an American composer and producer. Raine is best known for her work on the soundtracks of _Celeste_ and _Guild Wars 2_. She has composed music for various other video games, including _Minecraft_ and _Chicory: A Colorful Tale_.

Life and career

Raine had an early exposure to music due to participation in choir at a young age. Her father was also a violinist.[3] Through a Sonic fan community she was introduced to MIDI arrangement, first making MIDI versions of songs she knew and then making original music.[4] She later attended Cornish College of the Arts for a degree in music composition.[5] Raine is also transgender.[6]

Raine is best known for her work on the soundtracks of _Celeste_ and _Guild Wars 2_.[7] She worked at ArenaNet for six years, composing for _Guild Wars 2_ soundtracks.[8] At ArenaNet, she and Maclaine Diemer were in-house composers of the music for the 2015 game expansion, _Guild Wars 2: Heart of Thorns_.[9] She left ArenaNet in 2016.[10]

In 2018, Raine released the text adventure _ESC_ on itch.io. Raine was the developer and composer for _ESC_, with visuals created by Dataerase.[11][12] In 2019, she released her debut album, _Oneknowing_.[13] She composed music for _Minecraft_, creating four new pieces of music which were included in the 1.16 “Nether Update” in 2020.[14] Her work on _Minecraft_ made Raine the only musician to contribute to the game's soundtrack since C418 in 2011. Raine created the soundtrack for the upcoming game, _Chicory: A Colorful Tale_, with a demo released in 2019.[15]

Awards

Raine was nominated for a BAFTA (British Academy of Film and Television Arts) and won American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers (ASCAP) Video Game Score of the Year in 2019.[16][17] Her soundtrack for Celeste was also nominated for Best Score/Music at the The Game Awards 2018.[18]

Discography

Studio albums and songs

  Year   Title                        Notes
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  2020   _Reknowing_[19]              Remix album of _Oneknowing_
  2019   _Oneknowing_[20]
  2018   _Lullaby For Lancer_
  2018   _A Day On The Road_
  2017   _Chip Collection_            Chiptune compilation
  2016   _Acoustic Collection_        Acoustic compilation
  2016   _Singularity_                EP
  2016   _Snowflight_
  1999   _Changing of the Tide_[21]

Soundtracks

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  Upcoming   _Chicory: A Colorful Tale_[22]                         Video game
  2020       _Minecraft_[23]                                        Video game
  2020       _Spin Rhythm XD_ Beyond The Heart (Broken Heart Mix)   Video game
  2019       _Steven Universe: The Movie_                           TV movie
  2019       _Celeste: Farewell_ Original Soundtrack                Video game
  2018       _ESCISM: ESC_ Original Soundtrack                      Video game
  2018       _Celeste_ - Madeline's Grab Bag                        Video game
  2018       _Celeste_                                              Video game
  2016       _Hackmud_                                              Video game
  2016       _UPSHIFT_                                              Video game
  2016       _PANIC at Multiverse High!_                            Video game
  2015       _Guild Wars 2: Heart of Thorns_[24]                    Video game
  2014       _Dead State_                                           Video game
  2013       _Music Madness_                                        Video game

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title: Lena Raine

question: How involved in game production is Raine?

answer: She was the composer for many games' musical scores, but she also released a text adventure game on her own.


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ALAN MAK SIU-FAI (; born 1 January 1965), is a Hong Kong writer, director, actor and producer.[1]

Early life

In 1965, Man was born in Hong Kong.[2]

Education

In 1986, Mak studied at the School of Drama in the Hong Kong Academy for Performing Arts. Upon graduation in 1990, he started his movie career.[3]

Career

Mak made his directorial debut in 1997, with his first film being _Nude Fear_, which was written and produced by Joe Ma. After that, Mak directed further films such as _Rave Fever_, _A War Named Desire_, _Final Romance_ and _Stolen Love_, which would be his first collaboration with writer Felix Chong.

In 2002, Mak and Chong wrote their first script together. The movie was _Infernal Affairs_, which was produced by Mak's directing partner, Andrew Lau, who also served as cinematographer. Lau and Mak also served as directors for the film, and it would be the first of many collaborations involving the directing duo.

_Infernal Affairs_ starred the four top actors of its year—Andy Lau, Tony Leung Chiu-Wai, Eric Tsang and Anthony Wong—along with the year's two top actresses—Kelly Chen and Sammi Cheng. _Infernal Affairs_ was the number one box-office hit in Hong Kong that year, breaking several box office records alone. Furthermore, the film won many Hong Kong Film Awards, including Best Picture, Best Directors (Lau and Mak), Best Screenplay (Mak and co-writer Chong), and Best Supporting Actor (Wong). _Infernal Affairs_ also went on win awards at the 40th Golden Horse Awards and the Golden Bauhinia Awards.

In 2003, Lau and Mak completed the trilogy with the prequel _Infernal Affairs II_ and the sequel/prequel _Infernal Affairs III_. That same year, Mak received the 2003 Leader of the Year award in the Sports/Culture/Entertainment category.[4]

In 2004, Lau and Mak worked on another blockbuster, _Initial D_, which was shot in Japan and released in Hong Kong during the summer. Once again, it was also another successful film for Lau and Mak, winning multiple awards at the Hong Kong Film Awards, winning for Best New Performer (Jay Chou), Best Supporting Actor (Anthony Wong Chau Sang| Anthony Wong), and Best Visual Effects.

In 2006, Lau, Mak and scriptwriter Felix Chong re-teamed to make the 2005 film, _Moonlight in Tokyo_. They re-teamed again for the 2006 film _Confession of Pain_, once again re-teaming with _Infernal Affairs_ star Tony Leung Chiu-Wai. He also created _The Silent War_.

Mak's next film is _Lady Cop & Papa Crook_ which he co-wrote and co-directed with Felix Chong. The film, set for a September 2008 release, marks the feature-film return of Sammi Cheng after a three-year hiatus.

Filmography

-   1998 _Nude Fear_
-   1999 _Rave Fever_
-   2000 _A War Named Desire_
-   2001 _Final Romance_
-   2001 _Stolen Love_
-   2002 _Infernal Affairs_
-   2003 _1:99 Shorts_ (segment)
-   2003 _Infernal Affairs II_
-   2003 _Infernal Affairs III_
-   2005 _Moonlight in Tokyo_
-   2005 _Initial D_
-   2006 _Confession of Pain_
-   2008 _Lady Cop & Papa Crook_
-   2009 _Overheard_
-   2011 _The Lost Bladesman_
-   2011 _Overheard 2_[5]
-   2012 _The Silent War_[6]
-   2014 _Overheard 3_
-   2015 _I Am Somebody_ [7]
-   2017 _Extraordinary Mission_[8]
-   2019 _Initial D 2_
-   2019 _Integrity_

Awards and nominations

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  2010   _OVERHEARD_ (2009)   Nominated: Best Director Shared with Felix Chong   29th Hong Kong Film Awards
  2010   _OVERHEARD_ (2009)   Nominated: Screenplay Shared with Felix Chong      29th Hong Kong Film Awards

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question: What are all the films Mak has made?

answer: Nude Fear, Rave Fever, A War Named Desire, Final Romance, Stolen Love, Infernal Affairs, 1:99 Shorts, Infernal Affairs II, Infernal Affairs III, Moonlight in Tokyo, Initial D, Confession of Pain, Lady Cop & Papa Crook, Overheard, The Silent War, Overheard 3, I Am Somebody, Extraordinary Mission, Initial D 2, Integrity.


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MARSHALL COUNTY is a county located in the U.S. state of Tennessee. As of the 2010 census, the population was 30,617.[1] Its county seat is Lewisburg.[2]

Marshall County comprises the Lewisburg Micropolitan Statistical Area, which is also included in the Nashville-Davidson-Murfreseboro Combined Statistical Area. It is in Middle Tennessee, one of the three Grand Divisions of the state.

The Tennessee Walking Horse Breeders' and Exhibitors' Association is based here. In addition, the fainting goat is another animal breed developed here. To celebrate this unique breed, the county holds an annual festival known as “Goats, Music and More,” drawing visitors from around the world.[3]

History

Marshall County was created in 1836 from parts of Giles, Bedford, Lincoln and Maury counties. Marshall County was originally to be named Cannon County. Due to a clerical error at the time of formation in 1836 the names of Marshall and Cannon Counties, both formed in 1836, were accidentally swapped and never corrected. It was named after the American jurist, John Marshall, Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court.[4]

The economy was based on agriculture in the antebellum years and well into the twentieth century. Planters had depended on the labor of enslaved African Americans to work the commodity crops of tobacco and hemp, as well as care for thoroughbred horses and other quality livestock. The breed known as the Tennessee Walking Horse was developed here.

After the war, blacks and whites struggled to adjust to emancipation and a free labor market. Freedmen founded Needmore as a community in Marshall County after the Civil War where they could live as neighbors and be relatively free of white supervision.[5]

Whites committed violence against freedmen to re-establish and maintain dominance after the war. In the period after Reconstruction and into the early 20th century, whites in Marshall County committed eight lynchings of African Americans. This was the fifth-highest total of any county in the state, but three other counties, including two nearby, also had eight lynchings each.[6]

Among these lynchings were the murders of John Milligan (also spelled Millikin) and John L. Hunter in the Needmore settlement near the county seat of Lewisburg in August 1903. Governor James B. Frazier offered a reward for information, as Whitecaps were blamed for the deaths, and the state was trying to eliminate this secret, vigilante group.[7] In the early 20th century, numerous African Americans left the county during the period of the Great Migration to northern and midwestern industrial cities for work.

Three Tennessee governors— Henry Horton, Jim Nance McCord, and Buford Ellington— were each living in Marshall County at the time of their election as governor.

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.2%) is water.[8] The Duck River drains much of the county.

Adjacent counties

-   Rutherford County (northeast)
-   Bedford County (east)
-   Lincoln County (southeast)
-   Giles County (southwest)
-   Maury County (west)
-   Williamson County (northwest)

State protected areas

-   Henry Horton State Park
-   Wilson School Road Forest and Cedar Glades State Natural Area

Demographics

As of the census[9] of 2000, there were 26,767 people, 10,307 households, and 7,472 families residing in the county. The population density was 71 people per square mile (28/km²). There were 11,181 housing units at an average density of 30 per square mile (12/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 89.42% White, 7.77% Black or African American, 0.25% Native American, 0.31% Asian, 0.01% Pacific Islander, 1.46% from other races, and 0.77% from two or more races. 2.87% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 10,307 households, out of which 33.80% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 56.80% were married couples living together, 11.60% had a female householder with no husband present, and 27.50% were non-families. 23.90% of all households were made up of individuals, and 10.00% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.56 and the average family size was 3.02.

In the county, the population was spread out, with 25.60% under the age of 18, 8.70% from 18 to 24, 29.90% from 25 to 44, 23.20% from 45 to 64, and 12.60% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 36 years. For every 100 females there were 95.40 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 92.90 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $38,457, and the median income for a family was $45,731. Males had a median income of $31,876 versus $22,362 for females. The per capita income for the county was $17,749. About 7.30% of families and 10.00% of the population were below the poverty line, including 10.80% of those under age 18 and 13.10% of those age 65 or over.

Communities

City

-   Lewisburg

Towns

-   Chapel Hill
-   Cornersville
-   Petersburg (partial)

Unincorporated communities

-   Archer
-   Beasley
-   Belfast
-   Caney Spring
-   Cochran
-   Delina
-   Farmington
-   Graball
-   Holts Corner
-   Lunns Store
-   Milltown
-   Mooresville
-   Rich Creek
-   Robertson Fork
-   Silver Creek
-   South Berlin
-   Verona
-   Yell

Politics

The county's political history is similar to the vast majority of Middle Tennessee, where it was a solidly Democratic county throughout the first half of the 20th century, but began making shifts to the Republican Party starting in the 1970s, and is now an overwhelmingly red county like almost all of Tennessee.

One notable result in this county came in the 1928 election, when Herbert Hoover and Al Smith tied the county with a total of 735 votes apiece.

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                  Third Parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |71.4% _8,184_   style=“text-align:center;” |24.9% _2,852_   3.7% _419_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |63.6% _6,832_   style=“text-align:center;” |34.7% _3,725_   1.7% _184_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |59.8% _6,755_   style=“text-align:center;” |38.3% _4,320_   1.9% _214_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |54.9% _5,825_   style=“text-align:center;” |44.5% _4,722_   0.6% _68_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |43.9% _4,105_   style=“text-align:center;” |54.6% _5,107_   1.6% _147_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |35.1% _2,781_   style=“text-align:center;” |56.2% _4,447_   8.7% _685_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |31.1% _2,516_   style=“text-align:center;” |55.5% _4,491_   13.5% _1,091_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |51.4% _2,975_   style=“text-align:center;” |48.3% _2,795_   0.4% _21_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |53.4% _3,416_   style=“text-align:center;” |45.9% _2,935_   0.7% _42_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |34.2% _2,282_   style=“text-align:center;” |64.2% _4,277_   1.6% _107_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |27.0% _1,674_   style=“text-align:center;” |71.8% _4,457_   1.3% _78_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |59.2% _2,593_   style=“text-align:center;” |34.9% _1,526_   5.9% _259_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |19.7% _1,202_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.0% _1,527_   55.3% _3,379_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |25.2% _1,340_   style=“text-align:center;” |74.9% _3,989_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |31.9% _1,717_   style=“text-align:center;” |67.3% _3,625_   0.8% _45_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |26.6% _1,527_   style=“text-align:center;” |71.4% _4,100_   2.1% _118_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |28.4% _1,525_   style=“text-align:center;” |71.6% _3,837_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |12.0% _517_     style=“text-align:center;” |71.2% _3,059_   16.7% _719_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |11.6% _500_     style=“text-align:center;” |88.3% _3,812_   0.1% _3_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |11.0% _389_     style=“text-align:center;” |88.9% _3,132_   0.1% _2_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |11.0% _300_     style=“text-align:center;” |88.8% _2,431_   0.3% _8_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |11.5% _283_     style=“text-align:center;” |87.7% _2,167_   0.8% _20_
  style="text-align:center;|1928     style=“text-align:center;” |50.0% _735_     style=“text-align:center;” |50.0% _735_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |16.7% _349_     style=“text-align:center;” |81.3% _1,696_   1.9% _40_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |29.0% _753_     style=“text-align:center;” |70.4% _1,828_   0.6% _15_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |21.6% _461_     style=“text-align:center;” |77.4% _1,652_   1.0% _21_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |18.6% _376_     style=“text-align:center;” |76.6% _1,551_   4.8% _98_

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[10]

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[3] About the Festival , Goats, Music and More website, 2013. Retrieved: 23 October 2013.

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[6] _Lynching in America, Third Edition: Supplement by County_ , p. 9, Equal Justice Initiative, Mobile, AL, 2017

[7] “Reward for Whitecaps”, _Lewisburg Tribune News_, 11 August 1903- Vol.3 (posted by Martha Smotherman Mendez), Genealogy Trails; accessed 25 May 2018

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title: Marshall County, Tennessee

question: Summarize the history of Marshall County, Tennessee.

answer: Marshall County was created in 1836 from part of other counties such as Giles, Bedford, Lincoln and Maury. The county was named after the American jurist, John Marshall, Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court. Marshall County's economy on agriculture before the civil war and into the 20th century. Planters depended on the labor of enslaved African Americans and struggled to adjust to emancipation. After the Reconstruction, Whites committed lynchings on African Americans causing many to leave the county during the period of the Great Migration to northern and midwestern industrial cities for work.