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TripAdvisor has been accused of failing to protect its users after two women complained of being raped by staff of companies promoted on the travel information website.

According to emails seen by _The Guardian_, one woman—named only as "K"—contacted TripAdvisor to complain of a sexual assault by a tour guide but was simply told to leave a bad review for the guide on the website. TripAdvisor refused to remove the company from its online listings.

K told the hotel in question about the attack and filed a police report, and then told TripAdvisor she wished to warn fellow tourists of the potential danger. But the company simply suggested she leave a first-person review on the website detailing the assault.

"I was in disbelief," she told the _Guardian_. "Am I seriously being asked to recall the humiliating details of my own sexual assault? Was this global company pushing me to relive my trauma on their forum for everyone to see and comment, or worse of all for the perpetrator who is still out there, to respond to me, troll me?"

"It left me feeling shattered, hopeless and alone," she added.

The company—whose website is visited by 456 million people each month—told K its policy was not to remove a business from its listings, either temporarily to allow for investigation or permanently, when a staff member is accused of sexual assault or rape.

TripAdvisor even sent her five examples of reviews detailing similar sexual assault and rape experiences that took place at other hotels, apparently as a guide to writing her own.

But even when K did submit a review, it was not published because it was not written in a first-person style. When K told the company she wanted to avoid being contacted by trolls—potentially including her attacker—TripAdvisor suggested she set up an anonymous account to post her review.

One of the five other reviews shared with K was written by an 18-year-old woman who said she had her drink spiked and was raped while staying at a resort in Jamaica. The woman even said the hotel had launched a legal case against her to dispute the accusation, which was supported by a rape test at a local hospital.

The resort in question still has a rating of 4.5 stars out of 5 on the website, and TripAdvisor failed to add any warning or note for other travelers considering staying there. The woman's complaint is lost among the more than 5,000 reviews.

Another woman—Christine Dayman, 44, from Toronto, Canada—said her review detailing a sexual assault by a security guard at the Grand Bahia Principe Turquesa hotel in the Dominican Republic was buried by the more than 2,600 review by other guests.

The resort is currently rated 4 out of 5 stars, and Dayman told CBC she felt her complaint was not taken seriously by staff.

"They definitely should have a different kind of review system, for these types of incidences so they're not buried in with everyone's reviews about you know, the quality of the towels or the sheets," she told the _Guardian_. "Especially if it's a safety issue, particularly for women."

The newspaper claimed to have found 40 other examples of reviews describing sexual assault, rape and groping committed by staff members of hotels and other listed businesses. The companies replied in only 14 cases, and just one indicated that an accused staff member had been disciplined.

In 2017, TripAdvisor came under fire for deleting a review describing a rape incident at a hotel in Mexico. In response, it committed to adding warning flags to hotels where "health, discrimination and safety" issues had been reported.

The time limit for the warning note was to be decided on a case-by-case basis, but the company said a three-month period would be the guideline period before the business was reevaluated. However, TripAdvisor said it would not specify why the warning had been put on the hotel in question.

"TripAdvisor has a major platform and really they have a duty for public safety, because it is a big problem," Dayman said. "I'm not overstating it when I say it's widespread," adding that she had been contacted by many other women who had had similar experiences.

A TripAdvisor spokesperson told _Newsweek_ it is a "a horrible tragedy when someone experiences a safety issue like a sexual or physical assault. TripAdvisor exists as an informational review platform for travelers to post their experiences, including incidents of traveler safety.

"Having a business listing on our platform isn't an endorsement of that business," the spokesperson added. "It would be a disservice to the public to remove these listings, and therefore withhold valuable information. Allowing a business to operate in the shadows, without having a transparent record of travelers' experiences at that location, potentially puts travelers at risk."

The spokesperson explained that TripAdvisor "believes that every person impacted by a traveler safety issue, including sexual assault, has the right to write a first-hand account about their experience. Even a brief, non-descriptive mention that a traveler experienced an assault can serve as a powerful warning to the global travel community."

"TripAdvisor works to find the right balance between honoring a victim's privacy and making sure our platform is helpful to travelers," the spokesperson continued. "The health and safety of travelers is a responsibility we take very seriously. We believe that empowering the global travel community with as much information as possible to inform their decisions is an important role we play as a business in keeping people safe."

_Updated | This article has been updated to include comments from a TripAdvisor spokesperson._

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Visitors at a TripAdvisor stand during the International Tourism Trade Fair in Madrid, Spain, on January 22, 2014. A petition launched by a tourist who said she was raped while on a guided tour listed on the TripAdvisor website has gathered steam, with tens of thousands of people demanding the travel review website strengthen its user safety policy. GERARD JULIEN/AFP/Getty Images

question: What is the main news story of this article?

answer: A woman is accusing TripAdvisor of failing to protect its users after she said she was raped by a tour guide listed on the website. TripAdvisor told the woman to leave a bad review of the company, but would not remove the company from its website.

question: What is TripAdvisor?

answer: TripAdvisor is a website that is visited by 456 million people each month. It seems to list different travel related companies, including hotels, resorts, and tour guides throughout the globe.

question: How much revenue does TripAdvisor generate?


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As Americans, we live in two worlds; the world of mainstream fantasy, and the world of day-to-day reality right outside our front doors.  One disappears the moment we shut off our television.  The other, does not…

When dealing with the economy, it is the foundation blocks that remain when the proverbial house of cards flutters away in the wind, and these basic roots are what we should be most concerned about.  While much of what we see in terms of economic news is awash in a sticky gray cloud of disinformation and uneducated opinion, there are still certain constants that we can always rely on to give us a sense of our general financial environment.  Two of these constants are supply and demand.  Central banks like the private Federal Reserve may have the ability to flood markets with fiat liquidity to skew indexes and stocks, and our government certainly has the ability to interpret employment numbers in such a way as to paint the rosiest picture possible, but ultimately, these entities cannot artificially manipulate the public into a state of demand when they are, for all intents and purposes, dead broke.

In contrast, the establishment does have the ability to make specific demands or necessities illegal to possess, and can even attempt to restrict their supply.  Though, in most cases this leads not to the control they seek, but a sudden and sharp loss of regulation through the growth of covert trade.  The people need what the people need, and no government, no matter how titanic, can stop them from getting these commodities when demand is strong enough.

This process of removing necessary or desirable items from a trade environment leads inevitably to counter-prohibition often in the form of strict cash transactions, barter markets, or “black markets” as they are normally derided by those in power.  The problem for economic totalitarians is that the harder they squeeze the masses, the more intricate the rebellion becomes, especially when all they want is to participate in free markets the way our forefathers intended.

The so called “drug war” is proof positive of the impossibility of locking down a product, especially one that has no moral bearing on the people who are involved in its use.  Only when a considerable majority of a populace can be convinced of the inherent immoral nature of an illicit item can its trade finally be squelched.  During any attempt to outlaw a form of commerce, a steady stream of informants convinced of their service to the “greater good” is required for success.  Dishonorable governments, therefore, do not usually engage in direct confrontation with black markets.  Instead, they seek to encourage the public to view trade outside mainstream legal standards as “taboo”.  They must condition us to react with guilt or misplaced righteousness in the face of black market activity, and associate its conduct as dangerous and destructive to the community, turning citizens into an appendage of the bureaucratic eye.

But, what happens when black markets, due to calamity, become a pillar of survival for a society?  What happens when the mainstream economy no longer meets the available demand?  What happens when this condition has been deliberately engineered by the power structure to hasten cultural desperation and dependence?

In this event, black markets not only sustain a nation through times of weakness, but they also become a form of revolution; a method for fighting back against the centralization of oppressive oligarchies and diminishing their ability to bottleneck important resources.  Black markets are a means of fighting back, and are as important as any weapon in the battle for liberty.  Here are just a few reasons why such organizational actions may be required in the near future…

THE MAINSTREAM ECONOMY IS SLOWLY KILLING US

There are, unfortunately, some Americans out there who have not caught on yet to the grave circumstances in which we live.  Obviously, the stock market seems to have nearly recovered from its epic collapse in 2008 and 2009, and employment, according to the Labor Department, is on the mend.  The numbers say it all, right?  Wrong!  The numbers say very little, especially when they are a product of “creative mathematics”.

Despite the extreme spike in the Dow Jones since 2010, and all the talk of recovery, what the mainstream rarely mentions are the details surrounding this miraculous return from the dead for stocks.

One of the most important factors to consider when gauging the health of the markets is “volume”; the amount of shares being traded and the amount of investors active on any given business day.  Since the very beginning of the Dow’s meteoric rise, the markets have been stricken with undeniably low volume interspersed with all too brief moments of activity.  In fact, this past January recorded the lowest NYSE volume since 1999:

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2012-01-23/stock-trading-is-lowest-in-u-s-since-2008.html

Market volume has tumbled over 20% since last year, and is down over 50% from 2008 when the debt implosion began:
http://blogs.wsj.com/marketbeat/2012/02/24/trading-volume-anemic-this-year/

So then, if trade is sinking, why has the Dow jumped to nearly 13,000?  Low volume is the key.  In a low volume market, less individual investors are present to counteract the buying and selling of larger players, like international banks.  When this happens, the big boys are able to trigger market spikes, or market drops, literally at will.  Add to this the high probability that much of the stimulus that the Federal Reserve has regurgitated into the ether probably ended up in the coffers of corporate banks which then used the funny money to snap up equities, and presto!  Instant market rally!  But, a rally that is illusory and unstable.

Improving employment numbers are yet another financial hologram.  As most of us in the Liberty Movement are well aware, the Labor Department does not calculate true unemployment in the U.S.  Instead, it merely calculates those people who currently receive unemployment benefits.  Once a person hits the extension limit (99 weeks in many states) on his benefits, he is removed from the rolls, and is no longer counted in the “official” unemployment percentage.  While Barack Obama and MSM pundits are quick to point out the drop in jobless to 8.3%, what they conveniently fail to mention is that MILLIONS of Americans have been unemployed for so long that they have been removed from the statistics entirely, and this condition is what has caused the primary fall in jobless percentages, not burgeoning business growth.

Roughly 11 million Americans who are jobless have nonetheless been excluded from the statistical government tally because of a loss of benefits:

http://dailycaller.com/2012/02/17/white-house-economic-report-hides-sharp-drop-in-number-of-working-americans/

According to the Congressional Budget Office, over 40% of the currently unemployed have been so for over 6 months.  It also points out that America is suffering the worst case of long term unemployment since the Great Depression:
http://www.cbo.gov/sites/default/files/cbofiles/attachments/02-16-Unemployment.pdf

More than 10.5 million people in the U.S. also receive disability payments, which automatically removes them from the unemployment count, making it seem as though jobs are being created, rather than lost:
http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2012/02/19/report-millions-jobless-file-for-disability-when-unemployment-benefits-run-out/

Around 8.2 million Americans only work part time, meaning they work less hours than are generally considered to be necessary for self-support.  These people are still counted as “employed” even if they work a few hours a week.

True unemployment, according to John Williams of Shadowstats, is hovering near 23%:
http://www.shadowstats.com/alternate_data/unemployment-charts

Combine these circumstances with the ever weakening dollar, price inflation in foods and other commodities, and rocketing energy costs, and you have an economy that is strangling the life out of the middle-class and the poor in this country.  It is only a matter of time before the populace begins searching for alternative means of subsistence, even if that entails “illegal” activities.
GOVERNMENT CRACKING DOWN ON FREEDOM OF TRADE

I was recently walking through the parking lot of a grocery store and ran into a group of women huddled intently around the back of a mini-van.  One of the women was reaching into a cooler and handing out glass containers filled with milk.  I approached to ask if she was selling raw milk, and if so, how much was she charging.  Of course, they turned startled and wide eyed as if I had just stumbled upon their secret opium ring.  Somehow it had slipped my mind how ferocious the FDA has become when tracking down raw milk producers.  The fact that these women were absolutely terrified of being caught with something as innocuous as MILK was disturbing to me.  How could we as a society allow this insanity on the part of our government to continue?

That moment reminded me of the utter irrelevance of petty law, as well as the determination of human beings to defy such law.

The Orwellian hammer has been thrust in the face of those who trade in raw milk, organic produce, and herbal supplements, while small businesses are annihilated by government dues and red tape.  In the meantime, law enforcement officials have been sent strapped to shut down children’s lemonade stands (no, seriously):
http://www.cbsnews.com/2100-500164_162-20079838.html

Government legislation which would give the FDA jurisdiction over personal gardens has been fielded.  Retail gold and silver purchases of over $600 are now tracked and taxed.  The IRS even believes it has the right to tax barter exchanges, even though they do not explain how bartered goods could be legally qualified as “income”, or how they can conceive of ever being able to trace such private trade:

http://www.irs.gov/newsroom/article/0,,id=205581,00.html

Want to choose what kind of currency you would like to use to protect your buying power?  Not if  the Department Of Justice’s Anne Tompkins has anything to say about it. After the railroading of Liberty Dollar founder Bernard von NotHaus, she stated:
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“ATTEMPTS TO UNDERMINE THE LEGITIMATE CURRENCY OF THIS COUNTRY ARE SIMPLY A UNIQUE FORM OF DOMESTIC TERRORISM…”_

_“WHILE THESE FORMS OF ANTI-GOVERNMENT ACTIVITIES DO NOT INVOLVE VIOLENCE, THEY ARE EVERY BIT AS INSIDIOUS AND REPRESENT A CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER TO THE ECONOMIC STABILITY OF THIS COUNTRY,” SHE ADDED. “WE ARE DETERMINED TO MEET THESE THREATS THROUGH INFILTRATION, DISRUPTION, AND DISMANTLING OF ORGANIZATIONS WHICH SEEK TO CHALLENGE THE LEGITIMACY OF OUR DEMOCRATIC FORM OF GOVERNMENT.”_

http://www.fbi.gov/charlotte/press-releases/2011/defendant-convicted-of-minting-his-own-currency

As our economic situation grows increasingly precarious in this country, more and more people will turn towards localized non-corporate, non-mainstream business methods and products.  And, the government will no doubt attempt to greatly restrict or tax these alternatives.  This mentality is driven in part by their insatiable appetite for money, but mostly, it’s about domination.  They do what they do because they fear decentralized markets, and the ability of the citizenry to conceive of choices outside the system.  Slaves are not supposed to choose the economy they will participate in…

A “black market” is only a trade dynamic that the government disapproves of, and the government disapproves of most things these days.  Frankly, its time to stop worrying about what Washington D.C. consents to.  They have unfailingly demonstrated through rhetoric and action that they are not interested in the fiscal or social health of this nation, and so, we must take matters into our own hands.
BLACK MARKET ADVANTAGES

If the events in EU nations such as Greece, Spain, and Italy are any indication, the U.S., with its massive debt to GDP ratio (real debt includes entitlement programs), is looking at one of two possible scenarios:  default, austerity measures, and high taxes, or, hyperinflation, and then default, austerity measures, and high taxes.  In the past we have mentioned barter networking and alternative market programs springing up in countries like Greece and Spain allowing the people to cope with the faltering economy.  Much of this trade is done away from the watchful eyes of government, simply because they cannot afford the gnashing buffalo-sized bites that bureaucrats would take from their savings in the process.  When a government goes rogue, and causes the people harm, the people are in no way obligated to continue supporting that government.

Black markets give the citizenry a means to protest the taxation of a government that no longer represents them.  In a country stricken with austerity, these networks allow the public to thrive without having to pay for the mistakes or misdeeds of political officials and corporate swindlers.  In a hyperinflationary environment, black markets (or barter markets that have been deemed unlawful), can be used to supplant the imploding fiat currency altogether, and energize community markets that would otherwise be unable to function.  Ultimately, black markets feed and clothe the grassroots movement towards economic responsibility, and every man and woman with any sense of independence should rally around this resource with the intention to fight should it ever be threatened.

“Legality” is arbitrary in the face of inherent conscience, or what some call “natural law”.  Without arbitrary legality, and unjust and unwarranted regulation, many federal alphabet agencies would not exist, including the FDA, the IRS, the EPA, the BLM, etc.  These institutions do not matter.  What they say has no meaning.  What matters is what is honorable, what is factual, and what is right.  Our loyalty, as Americans, is to our principles and our heritage.  Beyond that, we don’t owe anyone anything.  A black market in one place and time is a legitimate market in another.  For now, private localized trade is able to flow with only minor interference, but there will come a day when even the most practical and harmless personal transactions will be visited with administrative reproach and vitriol.  Alternative market champions will be accused of “extremism”, and undermining the mainstream economy.  We will be vilified as separatists, isolationists, terrorists, and traitors.  I believe it will be far more surreal than what we can possibly imagine now.

They are welcome to call us whatever they like.  Honestly……who cares?  Let the paper pushers do their angry little dance.  The goal is freedom; in life, in politics, and in trade.    If we do not change how this country does business ourselves, the results will be far more frightening than any government agent at our doorstep, and the costs will be absolute…

question: Summarize ways in which government can influence the economics of supply and demand.

answer: Governments across the world have ways of trying to stimulate the economics of demand and supply. For example, Central Banks can flood markets with money to skew indexes and stocks to paint a picture of a strong economy. They can also make specific rules banning the ownership of certain products in an attempt to reduce its supply - this always leads to black market boom. Governments also possess the tool of "creative mathematics" where they give false figures that project economic strength where there is none.


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Information has begun circulating on the internet which may cast some light on the internal structure of the highly sinister and deeply mysterious secret society known as the Illuminati.

Many people believe they are working on a “New World Order” that will result in their complete domination of the planet.

New information reveals who leads the Illuminati

[Thirteen Families Bloodlines Of The Illuminati]

New information suggests that there is a centralized command center at the top of the elitist organization known as the ‘Council.’

The membership of this Council is determined by bloodlines, and only thirteen families on the planet are considered eligible for membership.

The Illuminati Exposed! 50 year old recording EXPOSES ALL!

It is believed that there are millions of members of the Illuminati operating all over the world, many of whom are in positions of incredible power and influence. Various politicians, CEOs, bankers and even Hollywood celebrities have been suspected of membership of the organization over the years. These people essentially comprise what it is referred to as the top 1% of the population.

[Illuminati Bloodlines Of The]

They are groomed and rewarded handsomely by the Council for their efforts in securing the goals of the secret society. However, the inner workings of the Illuminati are almost as inscrutable to the common membership as it is to the outside world. They are not privy to the so-called ‘master plan’ that their leaders hope will eventually lead to world domination and they do not even know who sits on the Council.

However, it has been claimed that researchers have discovered who the Council is comprised of. Membership of the top level of control in the secret organization is restricted to the thirteen most powerful and influential families in the world.
It is believed that these families think that they entitled to rule the entire world as they are the direct descendants of ancient gods. The families in question have been identified as the Rothschild family, the Bruce family, the Kennedys, the Medici family, the House of Hanover, the House of Hapsburg, the Krupp family, the House of Plantagenet, the Rockefeller family, the House of Romanov, the Sinclair family, the Warburg family and the House of Windsor.

Within this highly selected and elite group, there is apparently another hierarchy. The most powerful and influential grouping within the Council is the Rothschild members. They are considered to be the most important members because of their extraordinary wealth and because of their tremendous influence over the world banking sector which exerts a powerful influence over national institutions such as the US Federal Reserve.

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question: Who leads the Illuminati?

answer: Information can't be found.

question: Who is part of the Illuminati?

answer: It is believed that it is operated by various politicians, CEOs, bankers, and Hollywood celebrities.

question: Why do people join the Illuminati?

answer: Because they are rewarded handsomely by the "Council" for their efforts in securing the goals of the secret society.

question: What is the other hierarchy within the Illuminati?

answer: The most influential members are the Rothschild members.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Illuminati is comprised of powerful members of society (politicians, CEOs, bankers, and Hollywood celebrities) controlled by the "Council." Within the council is the most powerful and wealthiest group: the Rothschild members.


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A blizzard was snowing hard on all the parents cars in the school parking lot. It was the big night of the Christmas play for the Peterton Academy for Children with Bee Allergies (PACBA), and little Robin F. Wells was practicing his lines. This year he would play the wiseman with the frankincense, a challenging role. He nervously glanced out the curtain and there his grandpa Milford F. Wells was taking off his scarf in the second row. Beside grandpa was an empty seat where he set his hat. All the other kids had whole families there, but his grandpa was all that Robin had.

Little Robin F. Wells wasn't feeling very spirited, not at all. He sniffed his stuffy nose and wiped a tear from his eye as he walked back to the costume room to put on his robe. It was December 25 but Christmas was nowhere to be found. "Where is Christmas?" Robin muttered. He looked around at the other first graders but nobody noticed his sorrow. They were all too preoccupied with the play about to begin. Robin sunk his head and wept, but then he heard a peculiar voice shout in his ear.

"Quick, Robin. There's no time! We can still find Christmas!" yelled the voice. He looked up at his robe costume. It was moving, pointing at the table.

Little Robin F. Wells looked up from his sobbing. "Nana, is that you?"

"No time to explain! See those syringes over there on the table? You need to pee on them immediately or else the Chronoport will close."

Robin's tears were beginning to clear from his eyes. "The Corno-pot? What's that...? But, Nana, Grandpa said you died last month-"

"Ugh, the CHRONOPORT is a time travel portal that we can go through to find Christmas, Robin. Weedling on those needles is the only way to activate it. And of course I'm alive- Grandpa was only pulling your leg! I'm inside this robe, you silly boy!" Nana shouted impatiently. "Now, you want to find Christmas, don't you?"

Robin looked at the robe that seemed to be moving by itself with no body inside. Was he talking to a ghost? "Yes, I do, Nana..." Robin admitted, his nerves shot.

"Then quickly! Pee on those needles!" Nana ordered.

"I don't know, Nana. I don't have to go, and besides, this is PACBA, Peterton Academy for Children with Bee Allergies. Those needles are the EpiPens in case all of us students get stung. And Nana... You are dead. I saw your body at the funeral home." Robin stuttered, frightened.

Nana then replied, "If I was dead, how could I talk to you, silly boy? Now, never you mind. Pee on it now or the time travel portal will be closed forever and you'll never find Christmas..." There was an odd quality to Nana's voice, but little Robin didn't want to disobey.

Having walked to the table, little Robin unzipped his trousers and began showering the 29 EpiPens of all his classmates in a stream of pure yellow urine. The EpiPens were now drenched in little Robin's liquids and Robin's bladder was emptied.

The robe that Nana's voice came from was now laughing, first quietly and then louder and louder.

"Nana?" yelped Robin in fear.

"YOU FOOL!" The bodyless robe yelled. "I'M NOT YOUR GRANDMOTHER."

"Then who are you?" asked Robin, timid as a goldfish.

"MY DEAR BOY... COME CLOSER AND PULL THE HOOD OFF OF ME. Yes, that's it! Closer, boy! Closer! Pull off the hood! Closer still, my boy," Robin edged nearer with his arms outstretched, his head facing away, eyes blinking. Inch by inch he approached the cackling robe and when his hands felt the fabric, he pushed the hood down, turned his head then focused his eyes.

Nothing. Robin saw nothing inside the robe. The laughing had stopped and now he peered down into the darkness of the hovering robe. It was empty, he thought initially. Who was haunting this costume if not his nana? For a moment Robin felt completely alone in total silence. Would he ever find Christmas? Tears welled up in Robin's eyes. Was his imagination running wild?

Just then the robe in Robin's hands began to vibrate violently. The ground began to tremble like an earthquake and the lights began to flicker. The costume started laughing again.

The robe shouted, "Hahahahaha! You foolish foolish boy! I am not the ghost of your grandmother! I am bees!"

Suddenly swarms of bees burst out from inside of the robe, flying and buzzing in a heavy fog. The force of the bees threw Robin backwards onto the floor. "Hahahaha!" They were laughing as more and more flew from the sleeves and holes, filling the room, drowning out the light. Hundreds, now thousands, now millions of bees were filling the costume room. Bees to his left and also other directions that weren't his left. They were still flying out in swarms, flying out the door towards the stage.

"You stupid child," spoke the swarm, still pouring out of the robe. "You want to know where Christmas went? Well, we'll tell you- we bees stole Christmas! Hahahaha! We will fly around the world, stealing all Christmas joy from boys and girls! And there's nothing you can do about it! Now come watch us destroy the Peterton Academy for Children with Bee Allergies (PACBA) Christmas Play! Hahaha!"

Little Robin stumbled after the billions of bees as they flew backstage and towards Robin's classmates. Robin watched in horror as the bees started rubbing up against the boys and girls, touching their skin. The children started screaming, twitching, and writhing as rashes formed on their skin. The principal Mr. Dover F. Albiston ran to pull the "Bee Alarm" on the wall to activate sprinklers full of EpiPens that would rain down- but before he could, the bees flew into his mouth and out of his penis, killing him instantly. Bees dropped honey on all the audience members' eyes, blinding them in excruciating pain.

Little Robin crouched down on stage next to his secret crush Bernice F. Newton, whose bee allergy caused her skin to break out in hives. "Run, little Robin- there's still time. You can still save us... Get the EpiPens from the costume room..."

"I can't, my sweet Bernie," lamented Robin. "The bees pretended to be my nana and told me to urinate on the EpiPens in order to open up a Chronoport to travel back in time to find Christmas. There's urine all over the EpiPens so they won't work."

"Robin... You can still be our hero. I know it. You've got to save Christmas for us all...Forget what I said about not liking you in math class. You are my one true love..." coughed Bernice with her last dying breath. Robin mouthed the words "I love you too." Overhead the bees were laughing. Robin looked out in the audience and saw the bees flying in and out of his grandfathers nostrils and anus as he lay motionless, dead. Robin became enraged. First they had mocked the memory of his nana, and now the bees had claimed his grandfather's life.

"Why?... Why did you bees steal Christmas?" Robin cried at the top of his lungs.

"We'll tell you why, Robin F. Wells... We bees have existed for centuries in peace, but only recently we've been stricken with a global epidemic of colony collapse disorder (CCD). We used to think the cause of CCD was some sort of bee-borne pathogen, cell phone towers, or migration, but that's not what's been killing billions of bees each year. Do you know what is, boy?" the bees said.

Robin knew exactly. "Christmas cheer. Your colonies are dying off due to excessive Christmas cheer."

"That's right, boy, and now we're putting a stop to Christmas cheer, one Christmas play at a time." the bees said.

"But why did you spare me? Why haven't you activated my bee allergy?" Robin inquired.

"Robin," the bees shouted. "You have been spared for one reason. We have chosen you to become the Bee King. Join us and together will destroy all Christmas cheer across the world. Hahahaha!" The bees brought a crown made of honeycombs and placed it on Robin's head.

"NO I AM NO BEE KING! I could never join the likes of you! YOU BEES ARE CHRISTMAS THIEVES AND RUTHLESS MURDERERS! My dear grandpa and my sweet Bernie will be avenged." With that, Robin ran towards the costume room, grabbed the urine-soaked EpiPens and stabbed himself with all 29 of them. He felt the antidote coursing through his veins. Robin's clothes started ripping as his muscles grew larger and larger. Robin ran back to the auditorium and began to urinate on his dying comrades. The bees tried to attack him, but Robin's mightiness had made him immortal. He defeated the evil bees and also notably in his late thirties he opened a moderately successful upholstery business, which was featured on the fourth page of a state newspaper.

THE END

title: Where is Christmas?

question: What does the story say about Christmas?

answer: The Christmas cheer is gone, and Robin (the narrator) wonders about how to find it. It turns out that bees are dying en masse due to excess Christmas cheer, and they decided to stop it one Christmas play at a time. They attack the Peterton Academy for Children with Bee Allergies (PACBA) event. They fool Robin, making him think that they are his deceased grandmother and have him pee on the EpiPens before starting their killing spree. They want Robin to become the Bee King and destroy Christmas together, but he refuses and defends Christmas.

question: What does the story say about using propriety names of products for the entire product type?


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JANE ALLISON STANNESS is a Welsh actress, writer, and singer-songwriter, best known for starring as Deborah in the BAFTA winning comedy series _Sally4Ever_, as Matron in the 2018 film _Slaughterhouse Rulez_, and as Mary in the 2020 Sky TV comedy series _Intelligence_.

Early years

JANE ALLISON STANNESS was born JANE ALISON SHERMAN in Aberystwyth in Ceredigion, Wales; later the family moved to Elysian Grove, Aberystwyth.[1] Jane attended Plascrug primary school followed by Ardwyn Grammar school, finishing her A-levels at Ysgol Penglais School in its inaugural year.[2] Stanness's first experience of acting was at the age of 15, playing the role of Sheila in '' An Inspector Calls'' while part of the Wardens drama group. During her teens she also worked backstage at Theatr y Werin at the Aberystwyth Arts Centre meeting many famous actors.[3] Stanness trained at Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance in London. In 1983, while working with the North Dyfed Dance Project, she gave birth to her first daughter, .[4] Stanness moved to and is now a 30-year resident of Bath, Somerset.[5]

Career

Stanness's first appearance on television was in 2000 in the series _Human Remains_ as a Wedding Shop Manager (under the name: Jane Roth).[6] She co-wrote 7 episodes of _Nighty Night_ [7] and also appeared in a single episode as Karen Pole in 2005. In 2012 she starred as Sheena the Punk Rocker in the film ''A Fantastic Fear of Everything ''; the same year she appeared as Biddy Ritherfoot in the television series _Hunderby_. In 2018 she starred as Deborah in _Sally4Ever_ which won the best Scripted Comedy BAFTA award in 2019.[8] The same year she starred as Matron in the film _Slaughterhouse Rulez_ alongside Asa Butterfield and Simon Pegg.[9] In 2020, Stanness played a lead role in the television series _Intelligence_ alongside David Schwimmer and Nick Mohammed.[10][11]

Music

Jane has been a singer-songwriter with psychedelic folk band _Childe Roland_ in the early 1990s, before joining post punk band _KarmaDeva_.[12]

-   In 2012, she recorded and released a video of the track “Catch me” which was produced by Alonza Bevan.[13]
-   In 2014, she released her debut album “Just Another Girl” which was funded by a successful Kickstart campaign.[14]
-   In 2017, she wrote and performed all tracks on her second album named “Methylene Blue”.[15]

Roles

Television

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  2000        _Human Remains_                          Wedding Shop Manageress   1 episode -_All over my Glasses_ [16]
  2005        _Nighty Night_                           Karen Pole                1 episode -'' #2.3'' (writer for 7 episodes) [17]
  2011        '' Shopping for Friends (TV Series) ''   Guru / Café Patron        German TV Series
  2012-2015   _Hunderby_                               Biddy Ritherfoot          7 episodes
  2018        _Sally4Ever_                             Deborah                   6 episodes (BAFTA Best Scripted Comedy Winner)[18]
  2020        _Intelligence_ [19]                      Mary                      6 episodes

Film

  Year   Title                                 Role
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  2012   ''A Fantastic Fear of Everything ''   Sheena the Punk Rocker
  2014   ''Morning has Broken ''               Susan
  2018   _Slaughterhouse Rulez_ [20]           Matron

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title: Jane Stanness

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

answer: Stanness was born in Aberyswyth in Ceridigion, Wales before her family moved to Elysian Grove. In 1983, Stanness gave birth to her first daughter while working on the North Dyfed Dance Project. She later moved to Bath, Somerset and has loved there for 30 years.

question: Summarize everything after 2014.

answer: Sometime in 2015, Stanness reprised her role as Biddy Ritherfoot in Hunderby. In 2017, Stanness released her second album Methylene Blye, which she wrote and performed all the tracks for. In 2018, she starred as Deborah in Sally4Ever for 6 episodes. She also starred as Matron in the film Slaughterhouse Rulez. In 2020, she played Mary in Intelligence for 6 episodes.

question: Summarize Stanness' music career.

answer: Stanness is a singer-songwriter. She had been with the psychedlic folk band Childe Roland in the early 1990s, and then joined the post punk band KarmaDeva. In 2012, shecorded and released a video for the track "Catch me". She released her debut album "Just Another Girl", and in 2017 she released her second album named "Methylene Blue".  She wrote and performed all the tracks on the second album.

question: What does the text say about Stanness' husband?


text:
The Slatest
[RALEIGH, NC - JANUARY 17: Snow falls on the Confederate Soldiers Monument at the State Capitol on January 17, 2018 in Raleigh, North Carolina. Governor Roy Cooper declared a State of Emergency yesterday ahead of the winter storm. (Photo by Lance King/Getty Images)]

The North Carolina capitol in Raleigh. Lance King/Getty Images
On Friday, the North Carolina Supreme Court struck down a Republican-sponsored measure stripping Democratic Gov. Roy Cooper of his ability to regulate the state’s elections. The 4–3 decision preserves Cooper’s control of the State Board of Elections, ensuring he will be able to restore voting rights throughout North Carolina in time for the 2018 election.

Following Cooper’s election in November 2016, the GOP-dominated General Assembly passed a series of bills weakening the governorship and concentrating power in the legislature. The centerpiece of this effort was a radical overhaul of the board of elections. Previously, the board had five members, with three from the governor’s party. Under former Republican Gov. Pat McCrory, the body authorized a dramatic rollback of early voting and a reduction in polling places, particularly in minority-heavy communities. Cooper planned to reverse these policies. But before he could, the legislature restructured the board, creating a new group with eight appointees, four Democratic and four Republican. The practical effect would be near-constant gridlock.

Cooper sued, and a state court blocked the measure in March. But the legislature promptly tweaked the law and passed it again. (Due to litigation, however, the eight-person board never actually assembled.) Once again, Cooper filed suit, alleging that the overhaul violated the North Carolina constitution.

A majority of the state Supreme Court—all four of its Democratic justices—agreed with Cooper. In his opinion for the court, Justice Sam J. Ervin explained that the fundamental flaw in the act was its infringement upon the separation of powers. The North Carolina constitution contains an unusually robust separation-of-powers clause, requiring the legislative, executive, and judicial branches to be “forever separate and distinct from each other.” It also directs the governor to “take care that the laws be faithfully executed.” In a previous decision, the court ruled that these provisions preserve the governor’s control over boards within the executive branch, including the appointment of commissioners.

The new elections board, Ervin noted, plainly runs afoul of this rule. Under the law, the governor must select four Republican commissioners from a list devised by GOP legislative leaders. Yet the board is an executive branch agency over which Cooper is constitutionally empowered to exercise significant control. Ervin thus concluded that, in creating the board, the legislature had overstepped its constitutional boundaries and encroached upon the governor’s. To remedy this problem, Ervin held that the legislature must allow the governor to appoint a majority of commissioners from his own party to the state board.

Friday’s decision did not hand Cooper an absolute victory. The court declined to strike down measures that gave Republicans some administrative control over the state board and that equally divided _county_ boards between Democrats and Republicans. Instead, the court adopted a wait-and-see approach: It held that these laws _could_ violate separation of powers, but postponed final judgment until the state board’s configuration is brought in line with the constitution. Cooper will likely challenge these rules separately in the near future.

For now, the state Supreme Court’s ruling is a qualified success for the governor—and, much more importantly, a victory for North Carolina voters. Once Democrats take control, the new elections board can repeal McCrory’s disenfranchisement policies and protect access to the ballot for all North Carolinians. The state won’t have truly fair elections until the legislature is forced to redraw its politically and racially gerrymandered districts. But Friday’s ruling is an important step forward in the state’s fight for the franchise.

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question: Who is Roy Cooper?

answer: He is the Democratic Governor of North Carolina.

question: What happened after Gov. Cooper beat the former governor, who was a Republican, in the November 2016 elections?

answer: The GOP-dominated General Assembly passed a series of bills weakening the governorship and concentrating power in the legislature. The centerpiece of this effort was a radical overhaul of the board of elections.

question: Why did North Carolina's GOP-dominated General Assembly interfere with the Governorship?

answer: They passed the new bills because Gov. Cooper planned to reverse the policies of former Gov. McCrory, which authorized a dramatic rollback of early voting and a reduction of polling places in minority-heavy communities.

question: How did Gov. Cooper react to the GOP-sponsored bill limiting his powers as Governor?

answer: He sued the legislature twice and won. When the GOP-dominated Assembly passed a revised bill, Gov. Cooper took the matter to the state Supreme Court, where all four Democratic justices agreed with him, stating that North Carolina law has a clear separation of executive, legislative, and judiciary powers. The General Assembly stepped over the line.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: North Carolina's Democratic Governor, Ray Cooper, sues the GOP-dominated General Assembly for passing a bill that would limit his powers as Governor and concentrating the power in the legislature, including overhauling the board of elections. Gov. Cooper planned to reverse the previous Governor's policies on rolling back early voting and reducing polling places in minority-heavy communities. The case reached the state Supreme Court and Gov. Cooper won because North Carolina has strong laws on the separation of executive, legislature, and judiciary powers. Gov. Cooper's victory wasn't absolute, however, because the Supreme Court did not strike down some measures imposed by the Republicans.


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That day started as a blur. I was awoken in the early hours of the morning by my mother, urging me to get up. “Aeris! Today is the day! It’s just been announced.” she said excitedly. I cracked my eyes open. She was already wearing her favorite apron, which was covered in flour. She must be baking something already, I thought to myself. If there was one thing that woman could do, it was bake. Every day the kitchen table was lined with various pastries. Looking back, I probably should have eaten more of those wonderful treats. My mother bustled out of my room, having sufficiently woken me up. I sat up and shivered as the blankets slid off of me. It was late October, and the chill of autumn was seeping into our small home. As I got out of bed, I slid my feet into slippers, which sat on the floor beside my bed. I shuffled down the hallway and into the kitchen, where my mom was humming as she kneaded some dough. My father was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping at coffee, obviously not very thrilled to be awake. The radio was on but there was no music playing, only an announcement that kept repeating. “Attention residents of Bellfoot Bay, today is Moving Day. All 18-year-old citizens must report to the town hall at 11 am.”

Moving Day. It was something I’d dreamed of since I could remember. Once a year, all new adults would go to town hall and disappear. Some of them came back to visit, but not until after many years. When I asked my parents about where they’d gone, they would always tell me the same thing: “They went on the adventure of their lives. You’ll go on one too, when you’re old enough.” Sometimes a new person would appear. They never said a thing about where they came from, or how they got here. Finally, it was my time to begin an adventure.

A fresh batch of cinnamon rolls emerged from the oven. I quickly stood and snatched one before my mother could even put the icing on. I’ve never liked sweet things, so I preferred mine without the icing. I quickly ate. There was at least an hour’s worth of packing to do. As I was sorting through all my clothes, I felt a heavy wave of sadness wash over me. I was leaving my home. And not for a few weeks, but forever. I shook my head and tried to keep the thoughts at bay. There were choices to be made. What do I wear today? What clothes should I bring? What pictures to keep? I only had a small suitcase to take with me, so every decision had to be slowly thought out. I decided to wear one of my favorite dresses. It was simple. A small collar and a pleated skirt were the only embellishments. The packing was finished. My room, looking more bear than ever, was no longer mine. There was no time to reminisce. My Moving Day was here. Both of my parents and I stepped over the threshold of our small house, and began the walk to the town hall.

We arrived at the town hall faster than I would have liked. I wanted more time. Time to remember all the things I’d ever done in my eighteen years there. But, time was not on my side that day. We walked inside the building. There were many unfamiliar, official looking people standing around everywhere. I was the only candidate this year. I took one last look at my parents and squeezed them tightly. “Good luck, Aeris. I know you’ll do great things.” my father said, smiling widely. He gave me a heavy pat on the shoulder. “Oh, Aeris. I’m going to miss you. Please promise me that you’ll remember us.” Mother was holding back tears. I could tell because her eyes were squinting and her nose was red. “Of course I won’t forget, mom. Do you really think I would?” I gave her one last hug. I breathed in one last breath full of her smell. A smell of flour and fruit. I would never forget it. The strange people then walked over. One was a woman. “Are you Aeris? You’ll be coming with us.” She smiled brightly and gestured towards a door. As I walked away, I pretended not to hear my mother weeping. I didn’t look back.

I was led into a strange room. There was a complicated looking chair in the center of it. It looked similar to a chair you would find at a dentist, except for the arm straps on either side of it. The woman entered the room after me and donned a lab coat and gloves. “Please, sit down.” she said sweetly. The chair was comfortable. It was then that I noticed the large tray full of needles just behind the chair. She strapped in my arms, too tightly if you ask me. A shiver made its way up my spine when I saw the woman pick up one of the needles. There was a vial in her other hand with a metallic liquid sloshing around inside. The needle was sent through the top of the vial. Copious amounts of the liquid were suctioned up into the needle, ready to rush through my bloodstream. “Um...is that stuff...ok for humans?” I asked timidly. The intimidating liquid had my palms sweating and my knees trembling slightly. “Don’t worry. It’s perfectly safe. In fact, the metallic color of this liquid is actually billions of tiny nanobots.” The woman gushed. This new information was even more shocking than my original thoughts. “What are they going to do to me?” I demanded. “You’ll find out soon.” The woman smiled and plunged the needle into my arm. “It’ll hurt for a couple of minutes, but after that you’ll feel great.” As she was talking, I felt a deep, aching pain start seeping up my arm. It entered my chest, then my stomach. The legs were the worst. The pain was so bad that my legs seized up into a fetal position. I let out gasps of air while groaning. It seemed to last forever. But slowly, the pain seceded back to my arm and eventually disappeared. My legs uncurled and relaxed. I was released from the arm restraints. There were reds bands where my arms had been pressing against them. “ Now then, we have some things to talk about.”

I straightened my back and looked at the woman intently. “About what?” “I’m going to tell you about your journey.” she said with a smile, “By the way, my name is Roxanne. About those nanobots, they just spent the past few minutes processing everything you are. All your DNA, all your cells, everything has been recorded.” I flinched. “Recorded? Why?” Roxanne smiled. “You’re going to a different dimension very soon. Don’t worry, you’ll only be there for a little bit. In order to travel between these different places, though, everything you’re made of had to be copied. You’re going to be broken down and put back together in a split second. In order to protect you from mistakes, the nanobots memorized you.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My impression of Moving Day was nothing like this strange reality. “What am I doing in this...other dimension?” “You’re going to another place on this Earth. See that other door? You’ll go through there and see something spectacular. It’s about time for you to go, too. Stand up slowly, please.” I let my feet touch the floor gently at first. Nothing felt different, so I stood. “Good.” Roxanne smiled gently again. “Now, let’s go over to the door.” She lightly guided me to the door. I grasped my small suitcase. “The only thing I can tell you, without ruining the surprise, is not to go back through this door. You absolutely must not.” She looked at me seriously until I nodded, then returned to her usual smile. She turned to the door and flipped various switches. Something hummed to life. “It’s time to go.” she said as she opened the door. There was only blackness on the other side. “Don’t be afraid. Your journey is beginning. Just step through.” She gave a small pat on my back. I stepped forward, legs shaking, into the blackness.

For a few moments, I felt like I was falling. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my suitcase close. Then, suddenly, solid ground again. I could feel soft sunlight on my skin. My eyes, prying with curiosity, cracked open. There was grass everywhere. On all four sides there were massive hills of grass, like walls. I was in a valley. The sky was almost an unnatural blue. It was as if mother nature herself had dug this hole in the ground. I looked behind me. The door was still wide open and full of blackness. I closed it and turned around. There was another door. It stared at me from across the field. Then, it opened, and another person came out. Doors began appearing everywhere, along with other bewildered people. They began wandering and talking to each other. No one knew what to do. I thought back to Roxanne’s warning. Don’t go back through this door. It was then that I realized what we were here to do. It seemed that others had the same revelation. They entered other doors. Soon after that person entered, the door disappeared. I watched the others for a few minutes. I wanted to wait to leave. To take in the beautiful landscape, and to give my nerves a chance to calm themselves. There weren’t many doors left, though. I had to choose. There was one that caught my eye. It was a beautiful mahogany, dark from the many layers of stain. I walked towards it, grasped the handle and opened the door. The darkness greeted me as I stepped forward into my new future.

title: [MF] The Valley of Doors

question: Explain what Aeris was intimidated about.

answer: Aeris was intimidated because the day had finally arrived. She was 18 years old and it was Moving Day. It meant that every year, new adults would go to town hall and disappear. Some of them would return after years of adventure but none ever talked about where they came from or how they got there. When Aeris was placed on the strapped chair she became nervous at the needles with metallic liquid about to be injected into her. The woman explained that the liquid would release billions of tiny nanobots in her bloodstream, shocking Aeris of this new strange reality. The woman continued explaining that Aeris would be transported to a different dimension via a doorway of blackness.


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I was sitting inside of a small Mexican shop outside of a Mexican town called Ensenada. My English is far superior to my Spanish, which means I sit silent and hope the locals don’t spark up conversation.  Apparently the beans I was waiting for are the best around town so I had no choice but to wait it out. Also, I was too unfamiliar with my surroundings to go anywhere.

As I waited at the small rusted table the store clerk said, “You don’t talk man?” in his extremely heavy accent. I smiled, “No I can talk.” Without asking, the clerk poured a shot of something, I’ve leaned that if there is one common trait to relate men, it’s drinking together. I wasn’t going to deny what was poured in front of me, I raised my shot glass to cheers, and as I did a man who I somehow didn’t notice raised his shot off to the side. The clerk gestured that the shot was indeed from that man. I quickly found out my shot was Tequila.

I thanked the mystery man sitting off to the side he was Mexican but spoke great English. He asked what I was doing in the shop as he motioned for me to take a seat with him. The clerk let me know my beans would be a little longer, all I could think about is why it takes so long for beans, but at this moment I had to put the beans behind me. I was going to sit with a mystery man who bought me a shot, he seemed much more intriguing anyway.

“Hello, I’m Josh.”

“I’m Victor. What are you doing here?”

“Getting some beans for my family and I.”

“You’re married?”

“No, No, It’s for my mom and sister.”

“Ah, you guys visiting?”

I was a little hesitant to let Victor know what I was doing in the shop but it was a fair question. I wasn’t sure if it was the potency of the tequila or my attempt to fit in but I decided to fill in Victor how I arrived at this point. He seemed genuinely interested, his eyes were very relaxed and his voice very calm. Victor was a steady man and that made me oddly comfortable in my surroundings. The store clerk brought us another shot. It was set in front of me and I started to tell Victor why I was sitting where I was.

I picked up my mom first and then my sister from LAX, we immediately made our drive to Mexico. It’s peculiar because we all seem to live such fast paced lives so for all of us to get away together was something great. I was initially excited, I was excited to leave simple electronics behind and deal with my thoughts rather than the constant movement of a busy town. I was hoping to spend some quality family time that wasn’t on a holiday.

My mother never needs an excuse to see her kids, that’s what she was telling us as we crossed the United States border and headed into a different country. As we drove I noticed the similarities of Mexico to the United States and at the same time noticed the major differences. A few corner shops, a few men armed with guns, it reminded me of parts of Los Angeles…a few more guns though.

We drove for hours, stuck in traffic, worried about my car that was making a loud noise. I wondered what the hell would happen if the car broke down, not to mention I was low on gas. I was the man and was doing my best attempt to play the situation cool but my family is who they are and they know me all too well. Of course they could sense my uncertainty as we drove through a patch of road that consisted of 30 dead dogs lying off to the side.

Closer and closer we came to our destination. The perfect spot that was referred to from a family friend was becoming a reality. We approached the secluded beach house, it was off the beaten path - “pure tranquility” we were told.

As we made ourselves at home the first question was regarding dinner and food. We recalled a few shops we saw a few miles back, and with the recollection I said I would do the honor of making the adventure to the store. Typically both my mom and sister would come with me but I could tell they were tired. They also had some Mother/Daughter issues to discuss that I wanted no part of.

After settling into the house I told my family I would be back in a bit. I was instructed only to buy American bottled water, rice, beans, and some other “good stuff.” I let them know I would be back in an hour or so.

Two hours later I was sitting across from Victor about to take my third or forth shot, I always feel more comfortable talking to strangers, and this was no exception. We were bonding over tequila. My beans had apparently been ready for quite some time but my family could wait, I felt engaged with a foreigner and I relished this moment.  The idea of connecting with a human completely out of my comfort was more appealing than making dinner right now.

“So, Victor, do you live around here?”

“No.”

“Where do you live?”

“I’m jumping around.”

“Jumping around?”

“Yes.”

“Are you from Mexico?”

“Originally.”

“But you don’t live here?”

“Nope.”

Victor was clearly a man who loved his alcohol and it was on full display. He eloquently consumed double my amount.

“Do you have family?”

“No.”

This is strange what kind of man has no family?

“Kids, Wife, Mom, Dad?”

“No.”

“Victor, I feel a little tipsy right now, I can’t tell if you are messing with me.”

“I suggest you head home Josh.”

For the first time in the conversation I felt uncomfortable. Did he mean Los Angeles or my beach home? Uh oh. It hit me that I don’t know this guy at all, and my fear had sobered me up a little. I was kicking myself in my head for disclosing more information than I should to this stranger. I started to wonder why I trusted people as much as I do, more and more my paranoia was setting in.

“Home, like Los Angeles?”

“No, back with you family. Spend some time with them.”

“Victor, I’m going to level with you. You’re kind of freaking me out a bit.”

“Why are you talking to me?”

“Why not? I needed some company, you were here, and you got me a shot, I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No, no. Don’t be worried. I ask because you have other things to do. So why talk with me?”

I didn’t know how to answer him. I didn’t want to tell him I wanted to fit in. In the store I felt like a local and wanted some sort of acceptance.

“Well, I’m talking to you because you bought me a shot and I thought we were enjoying each other’s company.”

“Great! We are.”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m great.”

Typically when I’m this uncomfortable I make a joke, it’s my default calming mechanism.  This time was different, I couldn’t think of how to incorporate one. I still feel very awkward in this moment and I’m hoping for some miracle to happen, I was hoping my sister would walk through the door to get me. As I was struggling to incorporate an uncomfortable joke and be on my way Victor made things very clear.

“All my family passed away 15 years ago, that’s why I have no family. I don’t live anywhere cause I like to travel—NOT A TRANSIENT though! I just like to meet new people.”

“Great, good, okay me too.”

“But one of us should go.”

“Why?”

“Attachments, we are attached to this conversation now. Take what you can from this and move on.”

“Take what? I’m confused?”

“Josh, I hate when people leave my life. Everyone hates when people leave their lives. But, it happens, it is normal, but people like me get attached. I sense you get attached too.”

“Attached, how so?”

“Because you’ve sat here and talked with a Bungdeleon for two hours when you should be home with you family. You’re on vacation”

“Did you just say Bungdeleon?”

He ignored the question, Hmmm, maybe that was just his last name?

“Trust me, holding onto to things and conversations for to long can only hurt you. You have to know when to get out.”

“To get out? Of conversations?”

“No, no, small attachments, the ones that won’t be their forever. You can take or leave some things, but you gotta know when to leave sometimes. Trust me, it will ruin your life.”

“Or you can learn from attachments.”

“Yes the smart one’s do.”

Victor ushered his final shot into his mouth and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Everyone has to pee.”

“Oh. I thought you were leaving.”

Victor walked towards the back of the shop, I was intent on asking him what a “Bungdeleon” was. I’m certain that’s what he said. As he was gone I couldn’t believe I was sitting with him for as long as I was. I just came for some beans, which had been sitting in the same place for hours now. I decided that when he got back I should be on my way.

A few minutes had passed. I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, the door was open, and nobody was inside. I noticed a backdoor and stuck my head out looking for Victor. I couldn’t find him. I asked the clerk if he had seen Victor. After some poor Spanish the clerk understood what I was saying. He told me Victor went out the back, but he paid for my beans. I didn’t believe the clerk and thought he was joking, but it was no joke. I took the beans and walked outside.

As I walked to my car I looked around for Victor, I saw nothing. I didn’t believe this man had vanished but I wasn’t about to go looking for him. I made the decision to drive back to meet my mom and sister. But, before that I had to know something, I ran back to the store clerk.

“Excuse me, Do you know what a Bungdeleon is?”

“Um…”

“Bungdeleon?”

“Yeah, slang, slang.”

“Slang? For what?”

“Travel, it mean’s to travel, you are a wanderer.”

I had never heard of that but it made sense. I accepted the meaning, thanked the man for the beans, and headed to the beach house.

As I walked in my mom was sound asleep, my sister was frantic as she always is about my whereabouts. I explained things took awhile but didn’t get into detail. We stored the beans for a later time and both went to get some rest. I was definitely a little drunk and knew I should sleep it off. I wish I hadn’t forgot to buy the bottled water.

The next day I hoped to see Victor. Didn’t happen. I knew I’d never see him again but I felt for him. He needed constant movement for whatever reason and that stayed very close to me. In the grand scheme of things I didn’t know Victor but there was no way he would have allowed me to leave first. I preferred that because I didn’t know how long I would have talked to him, I would have gotten more attached to the conversation.

title: [NF] The Bungdeleon

question: What does the text say about drinking?

answer: When Josh goes into the shop and asks for beans, a mystery man (Victor) buys him a shot of Tequila. Josh believes that drinking is one common trait to relate men. He wasn't going to deny the shot poured for him, and decides to strike up conversation with Victor. During the conversation, Josh wonders if the potency of the Tequila is making him open up to Victor. The men talk for two hours, bonding over tequila. Victor seemed to love his alcohol, and drank double what Josh did. By the time Josh leaves, he is drunk from all the Tequila.

question: Summarize how Mexico is similar and different to the United States based off the text.

answer: In Mexico the main language is Spanish, and in the United States it's English. Despite it being a different country, Josh finds its few corner shops, men armed with guns to be similar to parts of Los Angeles. There's also traffic. Where it's different is it seems the men have more guns in Mexico.

question: Summarize what turns Josh uncomfortable in his conversation with Victor.

answer: Josh begins to ask Victor very benign questions about himself. He gives a vague answer of "I'm jumping around" when Josh asks him where he lives. He continues his vagueness and says he doesn't have family, no parents or wife. Josh thinks it's strange he doesn't have family. He becomes truly uncomfortable once Victor suggests that Josh head home. The conversation makes him realize he doesn't know this guy at all, and that maybe he shouldn't have disclosed all this to a stranger.

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


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"My lungs burn, and my heart pounds as death itself bites at my ankles. I should be dead right now. Why aren’t I? Oh right, I’m none other than Cordella Motorian, of course. Universally famous explorer, voyager, expeditionist, however you want to dress it up. And this is nothing but another one of my adventures.

Now let’s cut to the chase. (Pun intended.) At this point I’m beginning to regret stealing all that treasure from the natives. Four muscular men sporting grass skirts and head-dresses continue to pursue me through the thick, tropical forest. Sweat beads down my forehead, my traditional leather jacket and cargo pants wasn’t exactly a fit choice for the weather. Still, I leap over root after root, slice vine after vine, desperately needing a way out of this. If I don’t find bullets for my revolver, I’m done for. After what must be a couple miles of running, I have some distance between me and the natives. But they’ll be caught up any moment.

Thinking fast, I grab a few vines and tie together a thick rope. I tightly tie it around a nearby boulder, and begin climbing a thick tree, shaped like a Y. With a little struggle, I use the notch in the tree, pulling the vine to hoist the boulder into the air. I’ve successfully created a makeshift pulley, with time to spare. I jump off of the tree, still holding the vine, and knot the end to a stump. The men’s chants and cries get closer, and I can hear their footsteps stomping through the soil.  After a silent countdown in my head, my knife comes down on the vine, and with a crash, three of four men are crushed underneath the boulder.

The last comes charging forward. After sheathing my knife, I’m ready for a confrontation. He seems to be unfazed by the death of his three friends, surprisingly. I was hoping on that, my plan was to catch him by surprise, but no matter. He lunges his spear forward, and I send it downwards with a high kick, quickly following up with a punch to the face. He doesn’t even flinch. His spear comes slicing again, and I have to jump backwards to avoid my throat being cut open. Odd, these natives usually have more honor than to go for a cheap shot like the throat. Guess he was a little more mad about his friends than I thought.

He throws away his spear and draws a machete previously sheathed in the back of his skirt. We begin a dance, him mirroring every one of my steps, standing low to the ground like a snare waiting for prey. I’m scanning every possible opportunity for a strike, with my fists at the ready in front of my chest. He gets impatient and slices for my neck again. I duck, and land a slice on the side of his torso, to which he responds with a low growl. He throws a hit with the butt of his machete, which I block with my forearm, and I go for a stab in the chest. But now he’s faked me out, and he draws a smaller knife from his hip, and swiftly sticks the blade through--"

“Hey! Get yer head out of that book, Elizabeth. Ya oughta know better by now.”, Otto scolds, knocking one of my favourite of Cordella Motorian’s books out of my hands. “And if yer gonna read in my shop, read something, I dunno, not written by a shameless fraud. Mr. Hallmond wants his bike fixed by Monday, by th’ way.”

Begrudgingly, I stand out of my seat, and walk over to my workbench. Working for Otto in Nimbia City’s repair shop isn’t challenging work, but it’s still tedious. This has to be the sixth time Hallmond has busted his bike, all the same problem. A manufacturing bug, of the Headland Solstice Propeller Bike, where the rudder would get stuck every so often. These things were recalled years ago, but Hallmond’s too cheap to buy a new one. It’s got a ton of other problems too, his rusty chains, the warped propellors, but I don’t get paid for that. The real reason I even work here is Otto himself.

It’s not as if he needs the extra hand, he’s pretty well capable for his age. He’s a short, round old man, but strong as an ox. Kinda looks like one too. I wouldn’t even call him my boss, more like a less professional babysitter. My parents hire him to build the famous inventions they design, and I’m stuck around to watch. So he puts me to work.

I tighten up the screws, and fix up a couple of other problems, and Mr. Hallmond’s bike is ready two days early. I call out to Otto, “You know, we should just teach Mr. Hallmond to fix his own bike, eh?”. “Oh no, no, no. Sell a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, and ya just ruined a perfect business opportunity.”, he calls back. That’s the kind of stuff I love Otto for, he’s stock full of pseudo-wisdom, I could listen to him for hours.
“I was talking to yer mother earlier.”, Otto says, coming over to talk to me.

“That’s unfortunate.”, I mutter.

“She wants ya to come along for dinner with Captain Samuels, of the Royal Guard? Ya know the one.”, he responds, clearly not liking the fact himself. “Talk ta her later, I don’t know th’ details.”.

An alarm goes off in the back, marking the end of my shift. “Well, pleasure to see you as always, Otto, but I’ll be off.”, I say, slipping on my beaten-up leather jacket. He silently dismisses me with an absent minded wave. I clock out, as the repair shops’ garage doors open. Sunlight strikes my eyelids, leaving a stinging pain after hours at the workbench, er, the desk where I read. I slip my flight goggles off of the top of my untidy blonde hair, and onto my eyes and step out into the Sky City of Nimbia.

A perplexing city of huge bronze skyscrapers, suspended in the air with a combination of jets and propellers, rotating at amazing speeds. It might seem like a tangled mess of steel bridges, connecting building after building, but the city actually forms a perfect hexagon. Virgus Tower, home of parliament, visible from almost anywhere in the city,  marks the exact center of the city. Though we’re not unique. We’re one of many Sky Cities, such as Cirria, Cumula, and-- Well, you get the point.

Nimbia floats above Tirus Forest, which is in fact, the setting of Cordella’s book “The Tirus Tyrant”, the one I was reading in the shop. Spoiler: She gets hauled back to the Native’s camp, where she escapes and makes off with even more treasure. Genius, I know. Cordella’s something of an idol to me, if you hadn’t noticed. Running off, and living on the surface? Yeah, that’s always been a fantasy of mine. Steal treasure from whoever I wanted. Instead, I’m stuck up here, repairing Mr. Hallmond’s bike every week, having parents that couldn’t care less what I do, (unless it involves anything I like, of course). But I’m getting off track.

I stick my keys into the ignition of my plane, and hear the familiar sound of the propeller starting to spin. This biplane was a gift from Otto, the first thing he ever taught me to fix. He wanted to start from the most complex, and work down. Some more wisdom, I guess. This thing’s packed with the most powerful engine on the market, top of the line wings, and topped off with two red leather seats and a kicking stereo. Otto originally wanted to put a turret in the back seat, but my Mother wouldn’t have it. But still, my plane is what makes the work all worth it.

Wind forces my hair behind me, as I soar around the city. No boundaries, no limits but the sky itself. Here, I’m free to do what I want. Before I’m in the air for nearly enough time for my own liking, I arrive home.

After parking in a nearby hangar, I take the elevator up to my room. Presidential suite of Horus Hotel, a building owned by my parents. Did I mention they have buckets of money? Well, they move around a lot, so I’m left in this building. Easier than buying me my own place, right? I’m exhausted, so I flop onto my bed, and stick my face in another book. Cordella Motorian and The Desert Destroyer. I don’t particularly like this one, she spends too much time describing almost starving to death, walking 50 miles of sand. Not enough action in my opinion. She eventually gets around to a battle with a rogue miner, who steals a bunch of equipment and threatens to destroy his whole facility. You can’t really blame her for not enough action though, because all her books are taken from personal experience. Asking her for more action is asking her to lie.

The sound of high heels daintily stomps down the hallway, and my Mother storms in. She begins to yell at me, and immediately I tune out. Probably nagging about Otto’s daily report, and I catch her mentioning the grease stains on my face. I’ve been told I have an attractive face, but I don’t really care. I’m just your standard bushy blonde hair, brown eyed, freckled girl. I snap out of my daze, and Mom’s pulling a fancy blue dress out of my closet, nothing compared to what she’s wearing. She apparently wants me to wear this blue one for dinner tomorrow night, with that captain fellow.

She continues lecturing me, “The Captain wants your father and I to design some new weaponry for the Guard, mainly planes and other vehicles. We’ll be discussing this over dinner tomorrow night. So, when you get back from work, you’re going to wash all the dirt I know is going to be on your face. Then you’ll wear this, Sue designed it specifically for this dinner.. This is something big for us, and you’re not going to mess this one up. You remember what happened with Vice President Bloom? None of that. Now get some sleep.”.

She walks out, probably going to go work some more with my Dad. I can’t believe her, this dress is probably the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. All filled with frilly flowers and curves. Probably goes down to my ankles too.  Why do I even have to go to this thing? Wouldn’t they be better off without me? I mean, with Bloom, he left that night with a broken arm. Um, that’s a long story.

Well, I oughta know better by now. This is usually how it is, and I don’t think it’s going to change anytime soon. Unless some miracle falls out of the sky, I’m going to keep on repairing Hallmond’s bike every week, and getting pushed around by my parents.

I like to keep low expectations on these things, that way no matter what, everything’s a surprise.

title: Hi there, I'm also a thirteen year old writer, just looking for some feedback. I'm not even sure what to call this, whether it's a short story or not. But here's the first chapter.

question: Who is the protagonist of the story?

answer: A young girl named Elizabeth whose parents are rich inventors in the sky city of Nimbia. She works for Otto at Nimbia City's repair shop fixing flying bicycles and planes.

question: Does Cordella Motorian defeat the native that's pursuing her and that she's fighting when Elizabeth last reads the novel?

answer: No, she is captured and returned to the native village. However, she escapes again and makes off with even more treasure.

question: Why does Elizabeth admire Cordella Motorian so much?

answer: She is envious of her freedom and adventurer's spirit. She lives a sheltered life dictated by the wishes of her parents. Although she lives in a sky city, she doesn't have much freedom. She dreams of adventuring through the surface lands and doing whatever she wants.

question: Why do they live in sky cities and not on the surface?


text:
As I have been taught at church, love thy neighbor as thyself, which may be true for the people who have been battered and beaten as myself. But I will always and forever, even after my death, hate those disgusting people that took my mother from me and have shamed and humiliated my father before me. Though, my scorn cannot be stuck to everyone. Because there have been a few kind hearts from all the estates I’ve been sold too.
  There have been the occasional “kind” masters, and mistresses. They fed us well, took care of us well, and but we were also beaten well. The constant flogging administered to us by the handlers our masters hired. As they whipped my back with all sorts of tools I looked to the floor and at times looked to my back only to look into the eyes of my abuser. With every new slash and scar given to my bare back I could only ask one question “What goes through your mind?”

Due to all those years of torture and abuse I had lost the feeling in my body by the time I hit my adolescents. By that time the whipping felt like nothing less of a bee sting. But certainly enough as soon as you become stronger, the drunkards somehow come up with a new inhumane way of making your resistance weak.

Many would say I am a fool, other say I am brave, but most say I that soon those titles will mean nothing. There is one man who has made it his job to break my spirit. We call him “Scratch” because of his long, horrid nails, which he uses as part of his torture. He would do all he could to harm me. Especially resorting to his famous torture routine called the “Salty Badger.” To do this he would first use his favorite cow whip, then slash us with his nails from whatever spot he please, to then wrap barb wire around our bodies, and when he unwraps us he finishes by rubbing salt into our open wounds to then send us out for work.

I was submitted to that very treatment after aiding a child who was caught by Scratch for dropping his pickings of the day. “You trash of a slave I’ll show you to make such mistakes, to the shed!!” as Scratch yells he grabs the child by the arm to move on to the punishment. “No, sir please I’m sorry it won’t happen again I’ll work for more hours.” cried the child.

As I saw Scratch drag the child to meet with the most pain that he has ever experienced I began to become angered. My temper rose, my scars burned, muscles tensed, and my mind went blank. But before I took the first step to foolish insanity I came back to my senses only by the touch of my elder. Then he spoke “Son, don’t do what you will regret, that child has made his mistake and he will receive what the white men see fit” “……” I remained silent. “It is best that you do not interfere less the pain that he will receive” he continued. “Sorry but I cannot just stand and watch that monster hurt that child” after my response I ran.

In the process I rammed the handler and grabbed the child. With the kid in my arms I ran and ran. Then I dropped the kid off around the slave quarters, he as well ran into one of the homes and hid. When I looked behind me I could catch the small figure of the handler running towards me along with other men and a dog.

When they were close enough I made sure they saw me and continued to run into the forest. While looking behind me the whole time to see if they were all chasing me. I was pleased to see that they were; now I wasn’t worried of them going after the boy.

During my years as a slave I have heard of escapees who have succeeded or of others who have failed. I drew inspiration from those people as well as advice and knowledge of how I could pull of an escape. The first I was told was to avoid running in straight lines. I had to keep changing directions moving from side to side to avoid being tracked down easily. I was also told to remove my scent because of the dogs but during that moment there was no time for that.
  My main focus was to run and keep myself from getting captured. But my efforts seemed to be in vain for I saw that the men were catching up to me. I had to think quickly to be able to avoid capture so I tried to hide myself under piles of branches and leaves. This did not work for within the moments that I lied on the forest ground I was found.

I was chained and tied up being dragged back to where I came from. I was placed into the shed to receive whatever new creative form of torture Scratch could think. When he came back in he stood in front of the giant door to then lock eyes with me. It was during this time that I had recalled a motto that I had lived by all my life. As I shaped my mouth I quoted the words “We may be personally defeated, but our principles never.” When I said those words the pressure in the room dropped and the tension became palpable. A smirk came over my mouth because it was at that moment that I noticed he had stepped back a bit. He started to move forward then cracked his whip as the door behind him slowly came to a close.

title: Foolish Bravery

question: What is the subject of this story?

answer: Slavery.

question: What is Scratch's main job?

answer: To break the spirits of the kids.

question: Where did Scratch get his name?

answer: From his long nails.

question: Why is the narrator in trouble?

answer: He helped a boy escape torture.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A slave describes the experiences he has personally undergone and witnessed, mostly at the hands of a creatively sadistic man called Scratch because of his long nails.


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LOS ALAMOS COUNTY (English: “The Poplars” or “Cottonwoods”) is a county in the U.S. state of New Mexico. As of the 2010 census, the population was 17,950.[1] The smallest county in area of this state was administered exclusively by the U.S. federal government during the Manhattan Project, but now has equal status to New Mexico's other counties. The county has two population centers known as CDPs: Los Alamos (the county seat) and White Rock.[2]

Los Alamos County comprises the Los Alamos, NM Micropolitan Statistical Area, which is also included in the Albuquerque–Santa Fe–Las Vegas, NM Combined Statistical Area.

The county is home to the Los Alamos National Laboratory. Los Alamos County is noted for having the lowest level of child poverty of any county in the United States.[3]

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.08%) is water.[4] It is the smallest county by area in New Mexico. There is no significant open water in the county. The county's highest point is located along its northern border, near the summit of Caballo Mountain, at 10,480 feet above sea level.

Adjacent counties

-   Rio Arriba County – northeast
-   Santa Fe County – east
-   Sandoval County – south, west, north (and the Sandoval exclave to the east)

Pueblos with adjacent territories

-   Santa Clara Pueblo – northeast
-   San Ildefonso Pueblo – east

National protected areas

-   Bandelier National Monument (part)
-   Santa Fe National Forest (part)

Demographics

2000 census

As of the 2000 census,[5] there were 18,343 people, 7,497 households, and 5,337 families living in the county. The population density was 168 people per square mile (65/km²). There were 7,937 housing units at an average density of 73 per square mile (28/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 90.3% White, 0.4% Black or African American, 0.6% Native American, 3.8% Asian, <0.1% Pacific Islander, 2.7% from other races, and 2.3% from two or more races. 11.8% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 7,497 households, out of which 33.5% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 62.7% were married couples living together, 5.7% had a female householder with no husband present, and 28.8% were non-families. 24.9% of all households were made up of individuals, and 6.7% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.43 and the average family size was 2.92.

In the county, the population was spread out, with 25.8% under the age of 18, 4.4% from 18 to 24, 27.7% from 25 to 44, 30.0% from 45 to 64, and 12.1% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 41 years. For every 100 females there were 101.40 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 99.70 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $78,993, and the median income for a family was $90,032. Males had a median income of $70,063 versus $40,246 for females. The per capita income for the county was $34,646. 2.9% of the population and 1.9% of families were below the poverty line. 1.8% of those under the age of 18 and 4.7% of those 65 and older were living below the poverty line.

2010 census

As of the 2010 census, there were 17,950 people, 7,663 households, and 5,199 families living in the county.[6] The population density was . There were 8,354 housing units at an average density of .[7] The racial makeup of the county was 87.8% white, 6.0% Asian, 0.8% American Indian, 0.6% black or African American, 0.1% Pacific islander, 2.2% from other races, and 2.6% from two or more races. Those of Hispanic or Latino origin made up 14.7% of the population.[8] In terms of ancestry, 18.9% were German, 16.5% were English, 13.2% were Irish, and 6.5% were American.[9]

Of the 7,663 households, 31.3% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 58.1% were married couples living together, 6.4% had a female householder with no husband present, 32.2% were non-families, and 28.5% of all households were made up of individuals. The average household size was 2.33 and the average family size was 2.86. The median age was 44.3 years.[10]

The median income for a household in the county was $103,643 and the median income for a family was $118,993. Males had a median income of $93,040 versus $51,753 for females. The per capita income for the county was $49,474. About 1.4% of families and 2.4% of the population were below the poverty line, including 1.8% of those under age 18 and 2.4% of those age 65 or over.[11]

Government

County council

The County council was created by the Los Alamos County Charter. The Council consists of seven members elected at large for four-year, staggered terms. Each year the party in control of the council selects the new chair.[12]

  Position                       Name                Party reg.
  ------------------------------ ------------------- ------------
  County councilor, Chair        Sara Scott          | Democrat
  County councilor, Vice Chair   Randall Ryti        | Democrat
  County councilor, At-large     David Izraelevitz   | Democrat
  County councilor, At–large     Antonio Maggiore    | Democrat
  County councilor, At–large     Katrina Martin      | Democrat
  County councilor, At–large     James Robinson      | Democrat
  County councilor, At–large     Pete Sheehey        | Democrat

County offices

  Name              Position             Party reg.
  ----------------- -------------------- ----------------
  County Assessor   Kenneth Milder       | Democrat
  County Clerk      Naomi Maestas        | Democrat[13]
  Municipal Judge   Elizabeth K. Allen   | Democrat
  Sheriff           Joe Granville        | Democrat

Quality of life

In a study conducted by American City Business Journals in 2004, Los Alamos County topped the list as the best place to live in America in terms of quality of life. This was attributed to the high levels of job stability, income and education of Los Alamos residents, many of whom are employed as scientists and engineers at the Los Alamos National Laboratory. The county has one of the highest number of PhDs per capita and the 2011 median household income of $110,204 per year is the second highest among all the counties in the U.S. In per capita income, Los Alamos County ranks 1st in New Mexico and 7th in the United States, and has the second-lowest level of poverty in the United States, and the lowest level of child poverty.[14] Other factors contributing to Los Alamos's high quality-of-life index were the access to affordable housing and short commuting times.

Communities

-   Los Alamos (county seat)
-   White Rock

Politics

Formerly solidly Republican, Los Alamos County has voted Democratic in the four most recent presidential elections. It has seen high percentages of third-party votes in years with major third-party candidates, such as with John B. Anderson in 1980, Ross Perot in 1992 and 1996, and Gary Johnson in 2012 and 2016. Los Alamos County had the highest percentage of support for Gary Johnson in New Mexico in the 2016 election, at 13.89% (a total of 1,512 votes out of 10,885 cast).[15]

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                  Third parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2020   style=“text-align:center;” |34.8% _4,278_   style=“text-align:center;” |61.5% _7,554_   3.8% _461_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |30.9% _3,359_   style=“text-align:center;” |51.1% _5,562_   18.0% _1,964_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |45.0% _4,796_   style=“text-align:center;” |48.7% _5,191_   6.3% _667_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |45.8% _5,064_   style=“text-align:center;” |52.6% _5,824_   1.6% _181_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |51.9% _5,810_   style=“text-align:center;” |46.5% _5,206_   1.6% _181_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |55.0% _5,623_   style=“text-align:center;” |40.6% _4,149_   4.4% _446_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |50.3% _4,999_   style=“text-align:center;” |40.1% _3,983_   9.6% _950_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |40.6% _4,320_   style=“text-align:center;” |36.6% _3,897_   22.8% _2,425_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |65.2% _6,622_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.3% _3,275_   2.5% _256_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |69.6% _6,882_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.9% _2,859_   1.5% _147_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |58.2% _5,460_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.2% _2,368_   16.6% _1,555_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |64.4% _5,383_   style=“text-align:center;” |34.6% _2,890_   1.0% _82_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |66.1% _5,039_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.9% _2,435_   2.0% _150_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |54.9% _3,447_   style=“text-align:center;” |40.7% _2,552_   4.4% _277_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |33.3% _1,895_   style=“text-align:center;” |66.2% _3,767_   0.5% _26_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |48.7% _2,574_   style=“text-align:center;” |51.0% _2,692_   0.3% _17_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |52.0% _2,406_   style=“text-align:center;” |47.8% _2,214_   0.2% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |49.3% _2,226_   style=“text-align:center;” |50.5% _2,281_   0.2% _8_

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[16]

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[15] http://electionresults.sos.state.nm.us/resultsCTY.aspx?eid=84&type=FED&rid=4067&osn=100&map=CTY Retrieved June 11, 2020.

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title: Los Alamos County, New Mexico

question: What does the article say about the 2010s?

answer: A census was conducted in 2010, during which the population of the county was found to be 17,950. The 2011 median household income was $110,204 per year. The county voted for Gary Johnson in 2012 and 2016. In 2016, Los Alamos County had the highest percentage of support for Gary Johnson in New Mexico.

question: What does the article say about the county's founding?