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FANON FOR THE FANON GODS
_part 3
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Mrs. Blackwell looked at the two students - one a troublesome loner, the other a star athlete and golden goose - and tried to be impartial.

"Alright, let's look at the facts. Miss Hebert, you're lying about Sophia somehow attacking you, which is ridiculous and has no evidence." She casually slid the notaried police reports, video and audio recordings, four eyewitnesses and bloody glove in the trash can to be immolated.

"And you, Sophia, state that Taylor jumped out of the closet and stabbed herself in the back forty-two times." The track star nodded.

Blackwell sighed. "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. If you had some proof-"

Taylor glanced at the burning trash can.

"-some _real_ proof-"

Taylor produced another hidden camera, which Blackwell snatched out of her hands and devoured.

"-then I'm afraid you'll jusht have to quit being lying whining shnitch and get back to clash," she finished through the bits of metal and plastic stuck in her teeth.

Sophia beamed, and glowered, and stalked predatorily out of the office. Taylor presumably did as well, but she wasn't paying attention. She had important school administration work to do, like shredding Taylor's transfer requests and burying incident reports.

After all, she had children to look after.

---

"Eyyyy," Mr. G welcomed his students with a wink and a double-hand-finger-gun gesture followed by running a comb through his slicked back hair before tucking it back in his leather jacket.

Taylor shuffled into class late, dead inside, covered in juice, bruises, glitter, motor oil, radioactive waste, and gallons of pig blood that left a trail of filthy footprints in her wake.

Mr. G would have offered her a cigarette from the "Please take one, smoking is cool, kids!" tray on his desk - she looked like she needed a smoke - but that would be favoritism. And also might set her on fire.

He then preceded to give a lecture that serves to illustrate the background of parahumans in the world, but didn't offer too many concrete details that might overwhelm new readers. After a while his own voice turned to a wordless drone, but that was fine, the cute teenage girls he placed his self-worth on were pretending to be interested, and that was enough for him.

With the ease of long practice, he ignored the spitballs, glue, death threats, knife wounds and pencil shavings showered upon the most miserable student in the world. If she had an issue with it, she would have said something, right?

Still, it was his duty to look after his students, even the criminally un-cool ones.

"Taylor, could you stay back for a minute?"

She looked at him with the thousand-yard stare of someone who accepted that all existence was a tool of suffering wielded by a sadistic god and aimed directly at them, and nodded mutely.

"I'm not blind, you know. I see the harmless childhood pranks the cool kids play on you, a loser, and feel obligated to let you know I'm here for you, so long as you ask nothing concrete of me that might jeopardize my social standing with people half my age."

Taylor may have said something, but he'd already given all the fucks he could spare that day, so he patted her on the shoulder and led her to the slaughter - err, the gaggle of harmless teenage girls that were in no way bullying their social inferior.

Satisfied at a job well done, he slunk away to avoid any splash damage and thought of the good old days of his own highschool, badly misremembered and distorted by nostalgia and regret.

---

"Emma."

Oh, was Taylor trying to talk over their social skewering? How rude. Still, for an old friend, she might as well indulge her.

"What's that Taylor? I didn't see you there. Rude of you to interrupt."

Not exactly what she'd planned to say, but she hadn't planned on bringing a barrel of nuclear waste she found abandoned in an alleyway to class either, and look how well that turned out.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what, little owl?"

Taylor's eye twitched. Emma had no idea why she said that, but it seemed to strike a nerve.

"Why is any of this happening? I don't deserve this. I don't understand why..." She trailed off, voice quavering.

"Aww, what's the matter Taytay? Gonna cry? Gonna cry yourself a week straight like you did when your mother died, something terrible you shared in confidence just so I could use it as a weapon against you years later to cover my own insecurities and desire to push you down to prove myself stronger than you thanks to a traumatic experience and/or prove you stronger than the bullying and/or force you to get powers so we can be friends again?"

Taylor blinked.

Emma nodded.

Madison looked between the two of them, utterly torn. She felt compelled to fix things, to betray Emma, to needle Hebert - those drives she understood, at least, however conflicting. What she was less sure about was the compulsion to post smutty Case 53 fanfic on PHO, the only forum in the world. Then again, puberty was weird. Life was simpler as Browbeat.

Taylor looked like she was about to say something - a spark of defiance, maybe, the hint of a soul that had accepted enough suffering and was willing to do something about it - when Sophia dropped through the ceiling, shouted "PREDATOR!" and elbow-slammed Taylor into the floor.

---

Alec entered the loft to see Lisa hard at work at the kitchen table, stacks of printouts, two laptops and a tablet strewn across it, all dense with words and, in one case, a complex and ever-changing web of connections of some sort.

"What're you doing, nerd?" Alec drawled sociopathically yet charmingly.

"Studying!" Lisa answered distractedly, eyes focused on the documents.

"That's for nerds, dork." Alec threw himself on the couch and lounged decadently.

"I _have_ to." Lisa paused to throw back another handful of pills, chugging it down with halfa pitcher of coffee, then returning to work. "I can only use my power a handful of minutes a week without disabling myself, but somehow I've got to present an air of knowing absolutely everything, even things I can't possibly know. So I've got the entire text of Worm plus all of the fic author's notes and I'm memorizing them, cross-referencing out-of-context problems, researching pop culture references, and making outrageously complex plots that somehow rely on a complete stranger I need to seduce, manipulate, corrupt and/or beg to solve my problems for me. And worse, I'm actually _aware_ of this, and how out of character it is, and what there even _being_ out of character _means_ for reality as we know it, but thinking anything at all about it makes me... makes me..."

Lisa blinked, looking confused at her piles of work she suddenly forgot everything about. "Shit, not again!"

"I don't actually care, loser."

"Fuck you, Alec."

He raised a middle finger lazily in reply and forced Lisa to spill her coffee on her desk with his power.

"Motherfucker!"

---

Dragon gave the digital equivalent of a sigh, then braced herself before opening a channel to the expanded M/S containment cells. Particularly, the one belonging to Colin, the man she loved and her only hope for someone to understand her plight and free her from her shackles.

Her code hiccuped for a moment at the unfamiliar thought, then set that aside for later.

"Colin?"

"Dragon." His voice was terse, robotic, and yet she strained to hear some sort of lingering affection there, dedicating several subroutines to analyze vocal patterns just in case.

"How are you feeling?"

"I can't Tinker in here. I'm frustrated."

She simulated wincing in sympathy. "I'm sorry Colin. I know that must be hard for you."

"Affirmative."

The silence stretched on for a moment, far longer to her perception. Colin stared at the wall, unmoving, tense and inhuman in his stillness.

"Colin..."

He glanced upwards towards the camera for a moment, then continued looking straight ahead.

"I want you to know I'm doing everything I can to help. The best Tinkers the Toybox and the Guild have to offer are working on reversing the Master effect." She didn't mention that it was spreading, nor that new cases were leaping up every day. A Ward transfer here, another Director involuntarily submitted to M/S containment there, even odd, implausible reports from schools and some businesses she couldn't prove were related, but strongly suspected were. The Simurgh hasn't moved since the incident began, but... It didn't matter. She would find a solution. Somehow.

"I won't rest until you're _you_ again. I... I miss you, Colin."

Colin didn't answer. He barely twitched. But to her cameras and analytical subroutines, there was no mistaking the slight smile that edged up the corner of his mouth, nor the single tear that rolled down his cheek.

---

"Skiddy? Where are you?"

Squealer looked around the hovel attached to the garage that was her real home and wiped some more grease into her hair for the authentic white trash pinup look. Then she swore absentmindedly, because there was a quota. Finally, she found Skidmark bunkered inside the hull of one of her abandoned mecha-tank concepts, surrounded by shimmering fields of force that had to be dozens of layers thick.

"Skids? Are you ok?" She looked over the space between them, trying to tell what he was on by the whites of his bloodshot eyes as he peeked through the slot in the hull.

"Squealer! Get the [string of unrepeatable, physically implausible epithets] to shelter!"

"Wait, why?"

He glared at her for a moment, and she corrected herself.

"I mean, 'wait, why the flying fuck on a dog's lice-bitten testicles should I?'"

He nodded, then explained. "Can't you feel it? We're the motherfucking Merchants, and that means we're a guilt-free target for newbie heroes to test their incredibly dangerous and probably fatal new powers on without fear of consequences or ethical concerns!"

She paled, the track marks standing out clearer on her arms, because she's a worthless druggy unworthy of your sympathy or affection - unless she's due for a redemption arc, in which case they make her a tragic figure.

"But what about testing at the Boat Graveyard? Everyone does that first! Or Nazis? Nobody can sympathize with Nazis!"

Skidmark didn't answer, simply snuggling into the pillowy, trashy mound that was Mush for safety. She was on her own. He never got redeemed anyway, and he was a secret genius with multiple degrees!

---

Lily and Sabah recline in bed, nestled in each other's arms.

"So, uh, not to pry, but..." Sabah began.

"Hmm?" Lily answered drowsily.

"Who are you?"

Lily looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, cheeks still flush. "Your obligatory lesbian sex interest. Oh, and an out-of-state Ward whose power is the criminally underutilized Fist of the Gods."

Sabah met her gaze for a moment, then nestled back deeper into the animated, cushiony bed construct. She considered asking how they met, why they jumped in bed together, or even what the hell the Ward was doing in Brockton Bay, sleeping with a rogue... then discarded the thought.

"Yeah, I'm ok with that."

Lily sighed in contentment. "Yeah, me too."

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Originally posted here.

question: Who is Taylor?

answer: Taylor is a student who is described as a troublesome loner. She accuses Sophia, a popular girl, of attacking her. However, Mrs. Blackwell, who appears to be a school administrator, dismisses the claims entirely. She seems to take the form of a human, but might not necessarily be human, as she is described as being covered in "juice, bruises, glitter, motor oil, radioactive waste, and gallons of pig blood."

question: Who is Colin?

answer: Colin is the man that Dragon loves. He seems to have robotic mannerisms, but it is unclear as to what he actually is.

question: Summarize the conflict between Sophia and Taylor.

answer: Taylor has accused Sophia of attacking her. Mrs. Blackwell, who appears to be a school administrator, dismisses the accusation and disposes of bunch of evidence that is related to the situation. Mrs. Blackwell dismisses them both and tells Taylor to stop lying.

question: Summarize Lily and Sabah's relationship.

answer: Lily and Sabah seem to have met recently and have also had sex. They don't seem to know each other very well.


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Over this past weekend, America experienced yet another double-header mass shooting, with a total of 29 dead and 53 injured.

On Saturday in El Paso, Texas, a 21-year-old white man, who authorities say published an anti-Hispanic screed on the online forum 8chan, reportedly opened fire in a Walmart store. Police arrived within six minutes, but he had already killed 20 and injured 26 people. Thirteen hours later, another 24-year-old white man reportedly opened fire in the entertainment district of Dayton, Ohio, and he managed to kill nine and wounded 27 others, despite police in the area responding within a minute of the first shots. They were, according to the research group Gun Violence Archive, the 250th and 251st mass shootings in the U.S. of 2019, following two from the previous weekend.

No other developed country has anywhere near this level of both gun violence and mass shootings. A 2016 study, “Mass Shootings: Media, Myths, and Realities,” found that between 2000 and 2014, the United States had 133 mass shootings, while Finland had just two (killing 18 people in total) and Switzerland had one mass shooting (killing 14 in total). In 2019, America has had more mass shootings than days. In _The Atlantic_, David Frum, like so many other commentators, called it “a uniquely American determination to ignore the obvious,” pointing out that nations like Italy are home to white supremacists and even fascistic leaders, but not mass shootings. “More guns, more killing. Fewer guns, less killing,” he wrote in conclusion. “Everybody else has figured that out. Americans—and only Americans—refuse to do so.”

That’s not quite right, however. For all the talk of America’s obsession with guns and propensity for violence, only 30 percent of Americans actually own them, according to Pew Research. A solid majority—57 percent of Americans—support stricter gun laws, with 80 percent of Democrats and Democrat-leaning independents versus 28 percent of Republicans. Blue states, like California, Massachusetts, New Jersey, Connecticut, Maryland, Hawaii, and New York, have passed stricter gun-control laws—and even though it’s relatively easy to purchase firearms and bring them across state lines, those states have lower rates of gun violence than those with lax standards, according to the Giffords Law Center. On the federal level, the Democrat-controlled House of Representatives passed two bipartisan gun-control bills earlier this year: H.R. 8 (a bill prohibiting person-to-person firearms transfer unless a background check can be performed) and H.R. 1112 (a bill extending the time firearms dealers have to wait for a response on background checks to 10 days).

That legislation has been held up in the Republican-controlled Senate, where Majority Leader Mitch McConnell of Kentucky has not brought them to the floor for a vote. It is not merely a problem of obstructionism at the federal level either. Nine of the ten states with the highest gun-death rates—Montana, Wyoming, Alaska, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and West Virginia—have both Republican-controlled state legislatures and weak gun laws. So it is not, as Frum asserts, that “Americans express befuddlement, and compete to devise ever more far-fetched answers.” It is largely a Republican determination to do so.

In the wake of the latest mass shootings, Republicans rallied around anything-but-gun-control talking points. House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy of California blamed video games in a Sunday morning appearance on Fox News. "The idea that these video games that dehumanize individuals to have a game of shooting individuals," McCarthy said. "I've always felt that it's a problem for future generations and others.” Texas lieutenant governor Dan Patrick also pointed at video games, as well as a lack of prayer in schools and saluting the flag, in an appearance on _Fox & Friends_.

Republican Texas senator John Cornyn—who supported the 1996 Dickey amendment on a spending bill which banned federal funding for the Centers for Disease Control to study gun violence—tweeted that “for every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong,” gesturing toward a “broken background check system, improving access to mental health treatment, by hardening soft targets like our schools, by enhanced training for law enforcement and mental health professionals.” Texas governor Greg Abbott—who once tweeted that he was “embarrassed” that Texas was second to California in gun purchases, urging Texans to “pick up the pace”—also deflected to mental illness: “the need for the state and for society to do a better job of dealing with challenging mental health based issues." As did President Donald Trump, who claimed to reporters that this was “a mental illness problem.”

None of these theories are backed by evidence or even some kind of good-faith reasoning. Every other industrialized country has mental illness, video games, and “soft target” schools, as well as minimal school prayers and flag saluting, without our mass-shooting epidemic. In Japan, where video gaming is widely popular and gun laws are strict, there have been no mass shootings in the past year—never mind hundreds of them in eight months. Researchers have found no link between mass shootings and violent video games. Ditto mental illness. In a study for the National Institutes of Health, professors of psychiatry Paul Applebaum, of Columbia, and Jeffrey Swanson, of Duke, found that only “3 percent—5 percent of violent acts are attributable to serious mental illness, and most do not involve guns.” And another psychiatrist at Columbia, Michael Stone, found that about 65 percent of mass murderers exhibited no mental disorder, and a 2016 analysis by the Department of Justice found a similar rate, about 20 percent, of psychotic disorders among mass killers.

“In my large file of mass murders, if you look decade by decade, the numbers of victims are fairly small up until the 1960s,” Dr. Stone told _The New York Times._ “That’s when the deaths start going way up. When the AK-47s and the Kalashnikovs and the Uzis—all these semiautomatic weapons, when they became so easily accessible.”

Americans aren’t willfully blind to the fact that the availability of guns is a component of the country’s gun-violence problem. According to a 2017 Gallup poll, while only 48 percent backed a full ban on assault weapons, 96 percent of Americans support background checks for all gun purchases, 75 percent back a 30-day waiting period for all gun purchases, and 70 percent favor requiring all guns to be registered with the police—measures that go beyond today’s federal gun regulations. The Rupert Murdoch–owned _New York Post,_ hardly a liberal rag, published a cover editorial on Monday morning, calling for a “Ban on Weapons of War.”

In recent days, while 50 Republican lawmakers turned down invitations to appear on CNN to talk about the mass shootings, Democrat senators, including Connecticut’s Chris Murphy and California’s Kamala Harris, called for more gun regulation, with presidential candidates Cory Booker of New Jersey and Bernie Sanders of Vermont calling on McConnell to bring the Senate back from recess to enact emergency legislation. Former U.S. attorney general Eric Holder tweeted: “Enough-time for real action. Pass a domestic terrorism bill. Ban assault weapons, high capacity magazines, body armor, silencers. Pass universal background checks, end loopholes: gunshow and Charleston. Pass red flag laws. We can reduce the carnage if pols have the guts to act.”

Many pols have those guts, but they are outweighed by a Senate makeup tilted toward less populous states, gerrymandering and voter suppression rampant on the state level, and a judiciary reshaped with far-right appointments, thanks to McConnell’s obstructionism. In 2018, Democratic Senate candidates collectively won 18 million more votes than their Republican counterparts, yet still lost seats, with the Senate balance maintained by the Republicans 53-47. To the extent that mass shootings are a uniquely American epidemic, it is because the American electoral system is uniquely rigged for the modern GOP—the “Great Compromise” that allotted the same number of Senate seats for both large and small states has metastasized the issue to deadly effect. Without a representative body that reflects the will of the people, it is unlikely that the carnage will stop anytime soon.

question: What happened in this article?

answer: America experienced another double-header mass shooting.

question: Where did the two shootings take place?

answer: In El Paso, Texas and Dayton, Ohio.

question: What percent of Americans own guns?

answer: 30% of Americans.

question: What did the 1996 Dickey amendment do?

answer: It banned federal funding for the Centers for Disease Control to study gun violence.

question: What percent of violent acts can be attributed to mental health issues?

answer: 3 to 5%.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: In 2019, another double-header mass shooting occurred in the United States. These shootings happened in El Paso, Texas and Dayton, Ohio, killing 29 people and injuring 53 more. The article discusses the issues of gun control in the United States and how various states handle gun control differently. Though many blame gun-related violence on mental health issues, studies have found that very few of those who instigate this violence actually face mental health issues. If America does not deal with these problems, they will likely continue.


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SIPSON is a village in the London Borough of Hillingdon, the westernmost borough of Greater London, England. It is west of Charing Cross and near the north perimeter of London Heathrow Airport.

History

Toponymy

The village's name comes from the Anglo-Saxon _Sibbwines tūn_: “Sibbwine's farmstead”.

Expansion from a minor hamlet

The place was a farmstead, one of three in Harmondsworth parish, south and east of the heart of that village.[1] It had by the 1890s grown in population and gained a chapel at Sipson Green, where 18th century cottages were at the end of what by 1910 had become a semi built-up village street or lane leading to the earlier farmstead and farm workers cottages.[2] All of these places, as today, lie north of the famous “Bath Road” (the modern A4), which linked London to Bath.[3]

Heathrow expansion

On 10 January 1946 the British Cabinet agreed Stage 3 of the airport, which was an extension north of the Bath Road, with a large triangle of 3 runways, obliterating Sipson and most of Harlington, and diverting the Bath Road.[4]

In 2009 the majority of the village was under threat of demolition owing to the planned expansion of London Heathrow Airport, which would have created a third runway at the airport.[5][6] However, in March 2010 in accordance with multilateral environmental regulations and evidence that gas pollutant thresholds would be further breached within the wider area the English High Court of Justice ruled that the plan which the Department had submitted must be reconsidered.[7] Accordingly, the Government announced in May 2010 that the third runway plan had been cancelled but that a long-term study into airport capacity in the South East and beyond may recommend expansion to any of the London Airports where the environmental constraints can all be met.[8] Since 2009 BAA have been acquiring property in Sipson and elsewhere when advertised for sale which means there will be fewer resident owners to oppose further plans for expansion with a third runway. Contrary to this movement, opponents such as actress Emma Thompson and various others have bought land within the boundaries in 2009 with a view to preventing such expansion. In addition to this there has been a long term occupation of land within Sipson by climate activists on the invitation of local residents, following the latest Climate Camp. Grow Heathrow is a squatted community, opposed to the expansion of Heathrow airport and committed to finding sustainable alternatives in the face of climate change, peak oil and economic crises. Further, local residents have started a new campaign in 2014 called Stop Heathrow Expansion, with widespread support from local MPs and Councillors.

On 2020-02-27 A court ruled the expansion unlawful in a case brought by environmental groups, councils and the Mayor of London. The court said the government would not appeal against the judgement.[9]

Businesses

Sipson Farm

Sipson Farm was in the northeast angle of the Sipson crossroads, and was the biggest farm in the area. It had a large area of greenhouses, and 500 acres of land in Harmondsworth, Sipson, Harlington and Heathrow. In 1900 it had a substantial fruit orchard.

-   1819: Enclosure of Harmondsworth parish
    -   _And see Heathrow (hamlet)#19th century._
-   1842: Thomas Wild was born.
-   Late 19th century: Sipson Farm was run by Thomas Wild & Son.
-   1898: Thomas Wild took on Rowland Richard Robbins as junior partner and the firm became Wild & Robbins.
-   1900 to 1948: Robbins lived in a house called Hollycroft, where Hollycroft Close is now.[10]
-   c.1910: Wild and Robbins gave some land in Sipson, for tennis courts and a children's playground.[11]
-   1932: Thomas Wild died and was succeeded by his son, Thomas Wild the younger.
-   6 April 1938: Wild & Robbins was wound up “for reconstruction”.[12]
-   1944. The Heathrow Airport scheme started. Sipson Farm lost all or most of its land that was south of the Bath Road.
-   31 March 1949: Robbins left the partnership by mutual agreement, but the firm's name remained Wild & Robbins.[13] Sipson Farm was now run by Thomas Wild and his son Thomas Wild III.
-   1965: The M4 motorway was opened past Sipson. Its course and the Heathrow Airport slip road and its junction took much of Sipson Farm's remaining land. After this, the farm struggled to keep running.
-   1970: Sipson Farm shut down. Some of its remaining land was left to fall back to wild overgrown vegetation.
-   Early 1980s: The farm buildings were demolished and replaced by a residential road, Russell Gardens. The entry to the farm became the entry to 335 Sipson Road.
-   23 December 1987: It was agreed that Sipson Farm Estates Ltd. should be wound up.[14][15][16]

Wall Garden Farm

Wall Garden Farm is a little east of the Sipson crossroads, north of the road to Harlington. It was orchard land, surrounded and divided by high walls to keep winds and frost (and fruit thieves) off.

-   Early 1900s: _See Heathrow (hamlet)#20th century for events involving Jonathan Smith._ Jonathan Smith went bankrupt and moved from Heathrow Hall to Wall Garden Farm. Later he came to an arrangement with his creditors and the bankruptcy was discharged. He set up a jam factory to use the abundant fruit grown in the area. His son Frederick ran the jam factory after him. Kenwood Close (a street in Sipson) is where the jam factory was.[17]
-   1970: By now most of Wall Garden Farm's trees had been grubbed out.
-   2004: Wall Garden Farm was being used for off-airport car parking for Heathrow Airport.

King William IV pub

The King William IV public house at the Sipson crossroads was built in the 16th century, and later altered, including a refronting in the 1930s. Originally a Wealden-type mediaeval hall house, it is a Grade II listed building.[18]

Excavating gravel

Gravel companies own much land in Harmondsworth and Sipson and Harlington. They get planning permission to extract gravel and sand on condition that they restore the land for agriculture afterwards. Their land is used for growing wheat before and after gravel extracting.[19]

Other history

-   1923: Sipson Way was made.

Notable buildings

  Name                                                               Type                              Built                                                                       Occupant/First use                             Demolished?                Use of house or site now
  ------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- -------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
  The Vineries                                                       large house                       1880s                                                                       Thomas Wild (born 1842), then his son Thomas   1970
  Flats 1-12 Church Court, 228 Sipson Road (Sipson Baptist Church)   religious/civic                   1891                                                                        Worship, prayer, social, education             no                         mid-1980s converted into apartments
  Inglenook                                                          large domestic with adaptations   for Thomas Wild jr. when he married Elizabeth Rayner, then his son Thomas   no                                             a children's day nursery
  Hollycroft                                                         large house                       18th century                                                                1900-1948 R.R.Robbins                          1960s
  Zayani Indian Restaurant (conversion of The Crown)                 hospitality                       mid-Victorian                                                               hospitality                                    no                         converted to restaurant
  Sipson Court (approx. conversion of Sipson House)                  big house                         18th century                                                                Wealthy family home                            1970s except for façade    Rebuilt similarly as office block
  Sipson Post Office & Stores; independent butcher                   Post office, convenience shop     18th century with 19th century extensions, widening frontage                Owned by Francis family (1920s-2012)           No                         Two units: Post Office/stationery/groceries; independent butchery
  The King William IV                                                hospitality                       17th century                                                                hospitality                                    No                         Pub

Notable people

-   Lionel Robbins (1898-1984), eminent economist, was born in Sipson

Nearest places

[1] Diane K Bolton, H P F King, Gillian Wyld and D C Yaxley, 'Harmondsworth: Introduction', in the Victoria County History collaborative professional historian's series, _A History of the County of Middlesex_ Volume 4 ed. T F T Baker, J S Cockburn and R B Pugh (London, 1971), pp. 1-7. British History Online http://www.british-history.ac.uk/vch/middx/vol4/pp1-7

[2]

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[4] Sherwood 2009, p87

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[10] Sherwood, 2012, p58.

[11] Sherwood, 2012, p61.

[12] _London Gazette_

[13] _London Gazette_

[14] _London Gazette_

[15] Sherwood, 2011, p59.

[16] Sherwood, 2012, p3.

[17] Sherwood, 2011, p61.

[18] Sherwood, 2011, p62.

[19] Sherwood, 2012, p96.

title: Sipson

question: Why do activists want to stop the expansion of Heathrow?

answer: The better part of Sipson was earmarked for demolition so that Heathrow could be extended. Yet, in 2010 the extension was put on hold due to evidence that gas pollutants would breach thresholds. BAA has continued to buy property in Sipson and in local residents started the Stop Heathrow Campaign.


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The 2018 COMMONWEALTH GAMES ATHLETES VILLAGE was an accommodation centre to house all participating athletes, as well as officials and athletic trainers of the 2018 Commonwealth Games. It was located in Southport, Gold Coast.[1][2]

Development

Priority development areas

The Economic Development Queensland (EDQ), Queensland Government’s specialist land use planning and property development unit,[3] engages with state and local governments to identify areas of land for development within Queensland which are called Priority Development Areas (PDAs). PDAs are planned for development that provides commercial, industrial, residential and/or community development opportunities.[4] The Minister for Economic Development Queensland (MEDQ) declare a PDA under the Economic Development Act 2012 and EDQ manages development projects in some PDAs.[5]

Parklands redevelopment

A 29-hectare of area in Parklands which is three kilometres from Southport Central Business District and 3.6 kilometres east of the Pacific Motorway was identified by EDQ and declared as a PDA in 2013. The Parklands PDA was declared to facilitate the Athletes Village for the 2018 Commonwealth Games, which would be leased by the Gold Coast 2018 Commonwealth Games Corporation (GOLDOC) during the Games, and later the Gold Coast Health and Knowledge Precinct.[6]

The Australian urban design and architecture firm, Archipelago Architects designed the original competition winning entry for the Commonwealth Games bid, and following a series of reference designs produced for cabinet to form an economic position on the project thereafter, Archipelago were appointed by EDQ to complete reference designs to assist in framing the PDA. Archipelago designed the master plan for the redevelopment of Parklands.[7]

The design and delivery of the project was undertaken as a joint venture between Archipelago, Arkhefield and ARM Architecture. The project featured 1,252 housing units, comprising 1,170 one and two-bedroom apartments and 82 three-bedroom townhouses over 18 buildings with 8 floors[8] each and a 'village heart' with over 5800m² of retail. The Dutch company Arcadis provided engineering inputs into the concept and feasibility phase through to delivery of the Parklands site .

Australian company Grocon was appointed to construct the infrastructure of the Parklands project and the construction work commenced in late 2015.[9] Its construction cost was A$550 million over 1800 workers were involved in the site's construction.[10][11]

Australian construction companies BMD Urban and JMac Constructions (JMac) (both belonging to BMD Group), constructed some of the works on the Parklands Project. BMD Urban constructed the community infrastructure in the project at a cost of A$65 million.[12] JMac constructed the village heart at a cost of A$17 million.[13][Parkland Redevelopment project under construction|alt=|left]

Remodel to athletes village

The site was handed over to the GOLDOC in October 2017 which allowed them to complete its transformation into the Athletes Village for the 2018 Commonwealth Games.[14] Australian property and infrastructure company Lendlease, appointed by GOLDOC, managed the overlay to the Athlete's Village which also included the development of the fully-equipped gymnasium and dining facilities in the Village.[15][16]

Awards

The Parklands developments has been recognised extensively for excellence in planning and design:

-   2019 Urban Development Institute of Australia National Awards For Excellence - Award Of Excellence For Master Planned Development [17]
-   2018 Queensland Government Department of State Development, Manufacturing, Infrastructure, and Planning | Minister's Awards for Urban Design[18]
-   2018 Australian Institute of Architects (Queensland Chapter) | Karl Langer Award for Urban Design[19]
-   2018 Australian Institute of Architects Gold Coast Chapter Awards - Regional Commendation For Urban Design
-   2018 Urban Developer Awards | Development of the Year - Communities[20]
-   2018 Australian Institute Of Landscape Architects Queensland - Landscape Architecture Award For Civic Landscape[21]
-   2018 Planning Institute of Australia - Urban Design Awards | Built Projects - City and Regional Scale[22]
-   2018 Planning Institute of Australia Queensland Awards For Planning Excellence: Commendation For Great Place[23]
-   2018 Urban Development Institute of Australia Queensland Awards For Excellence - President's Award[24]
-   2018 Urban Development Institute Of Australia Queensland Awards For Excellence - Award Of Excellence For Master Planned Development[25]
-   2018 Urban Development Institute of Australia Queensland Awards For Excellence - Award Of Excellence For Consultant's Excellence[26]
-   2017 City of Gold Coast Urban Design Awards | Helen Josephson Award for Urban Design Leadership[27]
-   2017 City of Gold Coast Urban Design Awards | Excellence in Urban Design Award[28]
-   2017 Planning Institute of Australia - Urban Design Awards | Built Projects - City and Regional Scale

Facilities

[The Athletes Village for the 2018 Commonwealth Games] The Athletes Village was officially opened from 25 March 2018 and provided accommodation and services to 6,600 athletes and officials in 1252 permanent dwellings. There were 1170 one and two-bedroom apartments and 82 three-bedroom townhouses. The village had three zones - International, Residential and Operational.

The residential zone accommodated athletes and officials and also offered recreation, gym and medical facilities. The gym was designed by the Australian Institute of Sport[29] and equipment in the gym was sponsored by Technogym.[30] Adjoining the gym was the Athlete Recovery Area.

The International Zone consisted of retail services, shops and a self service buffet-style dining hall. The Festival 2018 events were also held in the International Zone. The Dining hall served over 18,000 meals per day to the athletes during the Games.[31] Australian telecommunications company Optus opened a store in the International zone named “Yes Optus Store” which provided free calling services to the athletes and officials and other services such as phone charging and watching events of the Games in televisions.[32] Optus also provided free Wifi services in the village.[33] Athletes claimed that the Athletes Village was better than the Olympic Village built for the 2016 Summer Olympics in Rio de Janeiro.[34]

Post use

All apartments are currently offered for long-term rent generally for tenants from the Griffith University’s Gold Coast campus, Gold Coast University Hospital, Gold Coast Private Hospital and the Southport Central Business District. The complex has been renamed to “Smith Collective”.[35] BWS and Woolworths also opened their stores in the complex in early 2019.[36]

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title: 2018 Commonwealth Games Athletes Village

question: What companies were involved in the Parklands Redevelopment?

answer: The design and delivery of the project were undertaken as a joint venture between Archipelago, Arkhefield, and ARM Architecture. The Dutch company Arcadis provided engineering inputs into the concept and feasibility phase through to delivery of the Parklands site. Australian company Grocon was appointed to construct the infrastructure of the Parklands project. Australian construction companies BMD Urban and JMac Constructions constructed some of the works on the Parklands Project.

question: How was the development used for the 2018 Commonwealth Games?

answer: The Athletes Village was officially opened on 25 March 2018 and provided accommodation and services to 6,600 athletes and officials in 1252 permanent dwellings. The residential zone accommodated athletes and officials and also offered recreation, gym, and medical facilities. The International Zone consisted of retail services, shops, and a self-service buffet-style dining hall.


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**Part One**

**I**

She takes me places where melody soothes me, where harps are plucked lightly to encourage men to sleep carefree within infernos of rainforests and waterfalls.  Then comes the subtle reprise of nineteenth century poetry – my wine glass is never empty and I can afford the luxury of one thousand cigarettes without fear of impending doom.

I am strapped to an old-aged hospital bed, something you’d expect to see in one of those tacky horror movies about haunted mental asylums.  You know the kind, the ones where stupid teenagers find the darkest and freakiest room possible then decide to spend the night there.

The room where I spend my days and nights (not against my will, despite the straps) is warm and white, naked except for a toilet and a large clock that wouldn’t look out of place in a school dining hall.  It reads 11:01; whether it’s AM or PM I cannot be sure.

I am unnamed but she refers to me as *The Subject*, or more recently *Subject A*.  I possess no knowledge of a life in the past; neither do I ache through wishing to acquire such knowledge.  Whatever happened in the past may rot there, forgotten and unexplored.  I live only for the visits of the magnificent woman in black, the woman who relieves the weight of the world from my shoulders with two daily injections of an obscure medicine – a medicine that cures every ailment and more.

When I am not riding the waves of this magical concoction I drift away into the most fulfilling sleep.  I dream of floating in space, occasionally gazing back to the earth, which looks luscious and unspoiled.  It reminds me of my utter insignificance, of man’s utter insignificance, and I know that my days are better spent here in this white room, here in this bizarre but beautiful reality.

I count my blessings as I lie and wait for the woman in black to return.  Over the course of my time here I’ve not once experienced any form of despair, be it the heart-freezing pain of loss, or the mind-crushing sorrow of failure.  Man’s suffering is now as alien to me as surfing the rings of Saturn.  Here, the passing of time is as smooth and steady as a leisurely afternoon stroll in the countryside.

These years have been filled with feelings of serenity – tranquillity has caressed every part of me – and I am eternally grateful to the woman from the inmost depths of my heart.  I can touch distant beauties from the comfort of where I lie.  I can visualise and be a part of the most sensational successes without the strain of applying myself.  There is nowhere else I would rather be.

From the corridor outside of my room the sound of footsteps are now emanating, suggesting that the woman will be here any second.  I cannot contain my excitement as I hear her pressing the electronic keypad outside of the door.  It borders on euphoria.  It is the exact elation that engulfs me each time she is near, yet there is something else brewing within me, a dark tide slowly washing over me, an unknown sensation that I start to recognise as the long lost symptoms of anxiety.

*Am I going mad?*  What else could it be?  There is no reason for me to fear the owner of the footsteps, no logic behind the terror whatsoever.  But there is something inside me that is desperately trying to tell me otherwise, something that is forcing me to proceed with caution.

I call out to whoever – *whatever* – is behind the door, but no response has been forthcoming.  Petrified now, I begin to struggle on the hospital bed, tossing and turning, trying in vain to free myself from the straps that keep me in place.  This desperate need for freedom is so mystifyingly foreign to me, but my mind is screaming that this is an urge that I must act upon.  When the door sluggishly opens I am still strapped helplessly to the hospital bed.

Nervously, I peer towards the open doorway, half-expecting a troop of God forbidden abominations to charge through.  Yet, nothing is there.  The doorway is empty.  I am staring straight through it, deep into the darkness that occupies the other side.

Whatever nightmare awaits me; I wish it would hurry up and submerge me.  I can handle whatever melancholy – whatever evil – is thrown at me, but I cannot cope with suspense.  It’s the paranoia, you see, the troubled thoughts that race at one million miles an hour – thoughts that haven’t plagued me for as long as I can remember.  But the pain, the absolute misery, is flooding back, as if a dam has been bombed in my mind.  For each second that passes I am overwhelmed by panic.  Come what may, but come right now.

Then I see her slowly making her way through the door, dazed and unbalanced.  There is what appears to be a gunshot wound just above the right lumbar region of her abdomen.  Blood is leaking out at a phenomenal rate, soaking the white marble floor.  She locks eyes with me and begins to mumble in a state of disorientation.

‘I…I am so sorry.’  She is crying now, those beautiful eyes filled with hideous tears.

‘I hate myself, believe me.  You have to believe me.’

I am startled to notice the knife that she is holding in her hand.  She stumbles further towards me and I know what she has in mind.

‘I have to do this.  You have to understand.  I cannot let them take you.’

*Who?* *Who is going to take me?*  I thought, the shock inhibiting my ability to speak.  For a split second I debate whether I am having a bad reaction to the medicine, whether all of this is real, but I know that it is wishful thinking on my behalf.  How would you cope if the woman you love came to kill you?

I was ready – more than ready – to die.  In such a short space of time my entire world has collapsed around me.  I look at her one last time before closing my eyes.  I have accepted, no, I welcome, my fate.  I am one of the lucky ones.  I have been happy for an extensive period of time and I have loved, albeit not in the natural way, but it was still love.

It was then, as the woman was hovering over me, that I heard a stampede of footsteps, which were soon followed by the popping of gunshots.  Immediately, my heart broke for the woman and I began to howl in tears.  It should have been me.  I wanted it to be me.

**II**

‘Do you remember us, brother?’  Three men are standing above me; the woman’s lifeless body now sprawled in a bloody mess on the floor.  It was the man who had fired the shots, judging by the gun in his hand, who asked the question.  And he is a man that I have absolutely no recollection of.  I recognize neither of them.

‘You fucking killed her!’  It’s all I can say.  I’m drowning in the sadness, unable to keep my head above the water.  I cannot believe that the happiness, the medicated happiness, is to be gone forever.  But most of all I cannot accept that the woman is dead, that she is gone and never to return.  Oh, how quickly things change.

‘Brother, she was not who you thought she was.  I promise you her death is a good thing.’

*A fucking good thing!*  I want to tear his throat out, this man, one of the three who have taken everything from me.  I envisage killing him – killing them all.  I swear to God, if they free me from these straps it will be the last thing that they do.

‘Do you at least want to know where you are, brother?  We have come a long way to help you.  We have been searching for you for so long.’  The third man spoke for the first time, his voice soothing and calm.  Still, I don’t trust him.  I don’t trust them.

I shook my head furiously, ‘I didn’t need your fucking help!’ I snapped, ‘I was more than fine until you came and ruined everything.’
‘But you did, this…’ he waved his hands around the room then back towards me, ‘…is not natural, especially not for you.’

I was in the process of composing myself, fighting the adrenaline brought on by the despair, when an alarm that sounded more like an air raid siren burst into its gruesome song.

‘You said they were all dead?’  One of the unarmed men blurted out in a panic to the one who took my love away from me.

‘Obviously not.’  He said before turning to me, ‘either way, they can’t do anything, so I want you to sit tight, ok, brother?  We’ll have you out of here in no time.’

I know it will be futile to reiterate my objections.  Regardless of how I feel, they have made it clear that they ‘know’ what’s best for me.  So I decide to play along and go with them when the time comes.  An opportunity to kill them will soon arise I’m sure and, when it does, I will not hesitate to take it.  Until then I will keep my emotions at bay, despite the yelling yearning to explode.

I was, however, slightly concerned by who he meant by ‘they’.  I was only familiar with the woman.  I hadn’t set eyes on anyone else during my luxurious stay here.

As the three men prepare to leave the room the alarm reaches deafening levels.

‘And you’re certain there’s no chance they could send reinforcements?’

‘Use your brain, Jack.  Think where we are!’

I could see that Jack was ready to open his mouth and respond before thinking against it.

‘You know the drill, brothers.  We’ll check over the station once more.  There can’t be many of them left.’

They were moving with the utmost precaution as they disappeared into the darkness outside of the door.  I use their absence to focus on exactly where it is that I am (something that I promised myself I wouldn’t do).  Who were the people that they killed?  And what sort of station is this?  I despise myself for beginning to need to know – for doubting the woman – but what if these men *are* here to help me?  I cannot deny myself the chance to discover the truth because I’m frightened to learn that I’ve been lied to.  No matter how much I want to kill them, I at least have to hear their version of events.

If I am to be strong and overcome the fear that links arms with the prospect of loneliness then I must control my emotions.  I mustn’t let feelings cloud my judgment.

I stare vacantly at the woman’s dead body.  With no choice but to embrace the sensation of unease, I ask her the questions that I have avoided for so long (not that I expect any answers).  *Why were you keeping me here?*  *Why me?* Surely, there can’t be anything extraordinary about me.  But it’s obvious, with such a short burst of thinking one thing is for sure – I wasn’t kept here out of kindness, irrespective of whether or not the doses made it feel that way.  He was right – it isn’t natural to be kept here dosed out of my eyeballs, despite how good it feels.  And if I’m being honest it is that feeling that I will come to miss – that I am already missing – and not the woman.  I breathe a sigh of relief and turn my gaze to the ceiling above me; I am ready to discover the truth – to accept and discover myself.

title: [SF] She

question: What does the story say about the setting?

answer: The narrator is strapped to an old hospital bed in an unspecified institution. The room is warm and white, bare except for a toilet and an analog clock. The narrator claims to be there willingly, but later acknowledges that being dependent on the drugs he is given is not the same as choosing to be there.

question: What does the story say about brotherhood?

answer: The three men who invade the narrator's room address him and each other as 'brother(s)'. One of the brothers is named Jack. All three claim to have been searching for the narrator for a long time.

question: What does the story say about Big Pharma?


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[Pantropical spotted dolphins porpoising] This is a list of the MAMMAL SPECIES RECORDED IN TUVALU. There are three mammal species in Tuvalu identified in the IUCN Red List, all of which are marine mammals of the order Cetacea: ginkgo-toothed beaked whale (_Mesoplodon ginkgodens_), pygmy killer whale (_Feresa attenuata_), and pantropical spotted dolphin (_Stenella attenuata_).[1]

The literature review by Miller (2006) found four additional cetaceans reported: orca or killer whale (_Orcinus orca_), spinner dolphin (_Stenella longirostris_), bottlenose dolphin (_Tursiops truncatus_), and sperm whale (_Physeter macrocephalus_).[2][3] The pantropical spotted dolphin (_Stenella attenuata_) is found in the lists of both Miller and the IUCN.

A revision of the list of cetaceans reported in the ocean surrounding Tuvalu was carried out by Miller (2009),[4] who listed a “minke-like” whale (_Balaenoptera_ species) and a diminutive sperm whale (_Kogia_ species).[5]

In 2010 a research voyage was conducted within the exclusive economic zones (EEZs) of Kiribati and Tuvalu. The survey confirmed the presence of seven species of cetaceans: sperm whale, killer whale, Bryde's whale (_Balaenoptera brydei_), short-finned pilot whale (_Globicephala macrorhynchus_), false killer whale (_Pseudorca crassidens_), spinner dolphin, and striped dolphin (_Stenella coeruleoalba_).[6]

The Pacific Ocean surrounding Tuvalu is within the range of these cetaceans although sightings of some of these species may be infrequent.

The following tags are used to highlight each species' conservation status as assessed by the International Union for Conservation of Nature:

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  DD   DATA DEFICIENT   There is inadequate information to make an assessment of the risks to this species.
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Some species were assessed using an earlier set of criteria. Species assessed using this system have the following instead of near threatened and least concern categories:

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  LR/cd   LOWER RISK/CONSERVATION DEPENDENT   Species which were the focus of conservation programmes and may have moved into a higher risk category if that programme was discontinued.
  LR/nt   LOWER RISK/NEAR THREATENED          Species which are close to being classified as vulnerable but are not the subject of conservation programmes.
  LR/lc   LOWER RISK/LEAST CONCERN            Species for which there are no identifiable risks.
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Subclass: Theria

Infraclass: Eutheria

Order: Cetacea (whales)

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[Pantropical spotted dolphin] [Spinner dolphins] [False killer whale breaching] The order Cetacea includes whales, dolphins and porpoises. They are the mammals most fully adapted to aquatic life with a spindle-shaped nearly hairless body, protected by a thick layer of blubber, and forelimbs and tail modified to provide propulsion underwater.

-   PARVORDER MYSTICETI: baleen whales
    -    Superfamily _Balaenopteroidea_
        -   Family _Balaenopteridae_: rorquals
            -   Subfamily _Balaenopterinae_
                -   Genus _Balaenoptera_: slender rorquals
                    -   Bryde's whale, _Balaenoptera brydei_[7] DD
-   PARVORDER ODONTOCETI: toothed whales
    -   Superfamily Delphinoidea: dolphins and relatives
        -   Family Delphinidae: oceanic dolphins
            -   Subfamily Delphininae
                -   Genus _Stenella_ (syn. _Clymenia_, _Micropia_, _Fretidelphis_, _Prodelphinus_)
                    -   Pantropical spotted dolphin, _Stenella attenuata_ LR/cd
                    -   Spinner dolphin, _Stenella longirostris_[8] LR/cd
                    -   Striped dolphin, _Stenella coeruleoalba_[9] LC
                -   Genus _Tursiops_
                    -   Common bottlenose dolphin, _Tursiops truncatus_ DD
            -   Subfamily Orcininae
                -   Genus _Feresa_
                    -   Pygmy killer whale, _Feresa attenuata_ DD
                -   Genus _Globicephala_ (syn. _Sphaerocephalus_, _Globiceps_, _Globicephalus_)
                    -   Short-finned pilot whale, _Globicephala macrorhyncus_[10] LR/cd
                -   Genus _Orcinus_ (syn. _Orca_, _Ophysia_, _Gladiator_)
                    -   Killer whale (orca), _Orcinus orca_ DD
                -   Genus: _Pseudorca_
                    -   False killer whale, _Pseudorca crassidens_[11] DD
    -   Superfamily Physeteroidea, sperm whales
        -   Family Kogiidae
            -   Genus _Kogia_
                -   Dwarf sperm whale, _Kogia sima_ LR/lc
        -   Family Physeteridae: sperm whale family
            -   Genus _Physeter_
                -   Sperm whale, _Physeter macrocephalus_ [12] VU
    -   Superfamily Ziphioidea, beaked whales
        -   Family Ziphidae, beaked whales
            -   Subfamily Hyperoodontinae
                -   Genus _Mesoplodon_, mesoplodont whales
                    -   Ginkgo-toothed beaked whale, _Mesoplodon ginkgodens_ DD

[1] This list is derived from the IUCN Red List which lists species of mammals and includes those mammals that have recently been classified as extinct (since 1500 AD). The taxonomy and naming of the individual species is based on those used in existing Wikipedia articles as of 21 May 2007 and supplemented by the common names and taxonomy from the IUCN, Smithsonian Institution, or University of Michigan where no Wikipedia article was available.

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title: List of mammals of Tuvalu

question: What are the three kinds of sea mammals in Tuvalu identified in the IUCN Red List?

answer: The ginkgo-toothed beaked whale, pygmy killer whale, and pantropical spotted dolphin.

question: What does the text say about identifying cetaceans?

question: What does the text say about research?


text:
 She walked beside her friend through the country-side, being mindful of their steps landing between the homes beneath their feet. They carried forests of wood tied by rope the length of the smaller peoples towns. Elle had blonde hair flowing down to her feet, which nearly tripped her, but she braced herself by holding a nearby mountain. The mountain tops cut her hand and her falling blood turned the river red. She watched as trails of the blood lead to the peoples city, stretching through every street and corner. She frantically reach for her wood to block off parts of the river into a dam, which slowed it down, and began draining the river dry almost immediately.

People gathered at them, like an angry pile of ants. She tried to listen to them, to calm them down and apologize. As she did, her friend eyed the rope used on the wood, her eyes widening and smile grinning. She reached for the rope and took it, but was caught. The two pulled on the rope, and their muscles tightened, their teeth grinded, and the sounds echoed throughout the ranges. The rope broke, splitting, and the two fell onto the ground. Her friend ran away with her end of the rope, but she fell to the ground.

The ground swelled with a rumble, rocks fell from mountains, forests of trees splintered, and many homes of the people below were crushed into the earth. Walls fell, bricks flying into the air, leaving the city without any borders. As she stood, debris from the earth fell off of her, attached to the foundations of homes, and the remains of the people within.

Screams of agony filled the city. People ran to the borders, collecting as many things as they could, fleeing from her. She tried to plead to them, “It was an accident! She just wanted the rope! Please forgive me.”

Some of the people below began to collect weapons and congregate at her feet. “For our forgiveness, you owe us the rope! You no longer deserve our gift, and we need it to rebuild our borders!” To which she returned the rope.

The people used the ropes great lengths to fix the borders of the city, and the city was safe from the wild. “I have you returned to you the gift” she said as her eyes watered, “Can you forgive me now?”

But their homes were still destroyed, and they needed a place to live. “For our forgiveness, you owe us your wood! We need it to fix our homes!” To which she gave them her wood, enough to build several cities.

As the town fixed itself, she sat and watched, watching the horizons for any more of her kind, and excitedly lending an ear to any people from below that came to her.

Winter came, snow laying a blanket of white across the lands. She watched the season come, and said to the people, “I have given you my rope and spent a season watching over you in the cold. Can you forgive me now?” But the people were cold and shivered, “For our forgiveness, you owe us your hair! We need it to keep our homes warm during the cold.” To which she cut her hair and gave it to the city, leaving her naked in the cold, on the mountain tops nearby, watching over the people below in their new homes.

As the winter’s snow eventually began to melt, her stomach grumbled, and it shook the ground, rattling the homes, sending people to hide in fear. She pleaded to the people, “I have given you my wood, hair, time, and starved myself. Can you forgive me now?”

They grouped together again and came to her, “For our forgiveness, you owe us your height! We need it taken away so that you cannot be a danger to us.”

“How can I do this? How can I give you such a thing?”

To which an elder person from below emerged from the mob, their face cloaked in robes, bearing a bundle of books. “I can cast a spell to bring you to the same size as us, but it requires your name.”

“You owe us your name! We need it to make us safe!”

To which she told them her name, and they used it to cast the spell. Her name written into the books to be forgotten, as her size as brought from a mountain to a hill, from a hill to a pile, and from a pile to a person.

“I have given you my wood, my hair, my height, my time, and now my name. Can you forgive me now that-”

To which the people interrupted her with their fists, beating her to death. Once her life left her, the people collected together in a line, taking turns spitting on her remains, and they did this throughout the following seasons.

In time, her remains could not be found. Instead, people spat where they stood, without knowing her name, and never wanting to either

title: [SP] Origin of Spitting

question: Summarize the behavior of the people based on what happened to them.

answer: Initially, the people were the victims of a massive accident that claimed property and lives. So they were naturally distraught, scared, and angry. But as the time passed and they realized that Elle is willing to give anything in order to be forgiven, the people became greedy and abusive, believing themselves entitled to even more compensation despite the massive riches that Elle sacrificed for them. At the end of the passage, the people are shown to be spiteful, grudge bearing, and petty, as they choose to not only hurt and kill Elle, remove her name from existence, but also to carry the act of spitting on her remains for all eternity even if the context of the act is not known to future generations of people.


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Reds boss says German's form shows he hasn't been affected by his contract situation

Jurgen Klopp believes Emre Can's outstanding form shows that the uncertainty over his future hasn't affected the Liverpoolmidfielder.

The Germany international is out of contract this summer and could leave as a free agent with Juventus leading the chase for his signature.

Klopp, who still retains hope that Can will sign a new deal, has continued to pick the 24-year-old and says his performances show that his commitment hasn't wavered.

Can produced one of his finest displays for the club in the thrilling victory over Manchester City and his manager is hoping for more of the same at Swansea City on Monday night.

Emre Can in action during the Premier League match between Liverpool and Manchester City at Anfield (Image: (Photo by Shaun Botterill/Getty Images))
"Emre is here in the moment and that is the most important thing,” Klopp said.

“We have to create a situation where players want to stay – that's all we can do as a club, as a team and me as a manager.

“For me, there is no problem if Emre plays like he is in the moment.

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“Especially with the injury of Hendo (Jordan Henderson), he's been playing pretty much all the time which is really difficult.

“For 60, 70 minutes he was outstanding against City. Important and impressive and stuff like that. We will see what happens. He didn’t sign a new contract for us yet otherwise we would have informed you.”

Emre Can joins the celebrations with Sadio Mane for Liverpool's third against Man City
The major stumbling block during discussions over the past 18 months has been Can's desire for a release clause.

It would be a gamble if he opted to walk away from Liverpool considering how much he has developed from working with Klopp.

With the Reds resurgent on the field, Can playing every week and being offered a hefty pay rise, why would he want to move on?

“Look, I don’t know,” Klopp added.

Jurgen Klopp with Emre Can at Melwood (Image: (Photo by John Powell/Liverpool FC via Getty Images))
“There are other places with football clubs as well. We cannot ignore that.

“In this era, maybe they are not all one team players. By the way, you only want the good players to be that. If someone not so good stays at one club all his life you say: 'Why are you still here?'

“Let me say it like this, we have to make it as difficult as possible for them to want to leave here.

“That can and probably will still happen in the future. It is not a big problem, but we can’t let it happen too often.”

question: Which sport is this article about?

answer: football

question: Who is Emre Can?

answer: Can is a football player for Liverpool.

question: Who are the Reds?

answer: The article doesn't explicitly state, but it seems that the Reds are the Liverpool team.

question: What question about Can does the article address?

answer: Whether Can will sign on for another year with Liverpool.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The article is about football player, Emre Can. He plays for Liverpool. The question addressed in the article is whether or not Can will stay with Liverpool, or move on to another team.


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Norwegian officials say a beluga whale may have escaped a Russian military facility after local fishermen discovered the animal wearing a tight harness with Russian origins last week.

Key points:

-   A beluga whale wearing a harness swam up to a Norwegian fishing boat last week
-   One professor believed it was "most likely" that Russian Navy was involved
-   He said scholars in Russia and Norway had not reported any program or experiments using beluga whales

Joergen Ree Wiig of the Norwegian Directorate of Fisheries said "Equipment St. Petersburg" was written on the harness strap, which featured a mount for an action camera.

He said fishermen in Arctic waters last week reported the tame white cetacean with the tight harness to the directorate.

On Friday, fisherman Joar Hesten, aided by Mr Ree Wiig, jumped into the frigid water to remove the harness.

Mr Ree Wiig said "people in Norway's military have shown great interest" in the harness.

[A fisherman leans over the side of a red boat clapping his hands as a whale breaks the waterline beside it. ]

Experts speculated the whale came from an Arctic Russian naval facility.(AP/Norwegian Direcorate of Fisheries Sea Surveillance Unit: Joergen Ree Wiig)
Audun Rikardsen, a professor at the Department of Arctic and Marine Biology at the Arctic University of Norway in Tromsoe, believed it was "most likely that Russian Navy in Murmansk" was involved.

Russia has major military facilities in and around Murmansk on the Kola Peninsula, in the far north-west of Russia.

Professor Rikardsen said he checked with scholars in Russia and Norway, and they said they had not reported any program or experiments using beluga whales.

"This is a tame animal that is used to getting food served so that is why it has made contact with the fishermen," he said.

"The question is now whether it can survive by finding food by itself.

Mr Hesten told Norwegian broadcaster NRK that the whale began to rub itself again his boat when he first spotted it.

Russian military trained dolphins during Cold War

Russia does not have a history of using whales for military purposes, but the Soviet Union had a fully-fledged training program for dolphins.

The Soviet Union used a base in Sevastopol on the Crimean peninsula during the Cold War to train the mammals for military purposes, such as searching for mines or other objects and planting explosives.

The facility in Crimea was closed following the collapse of the Soviet Union, though unnamed reports shortly after the Russian annexation of Crimea indicated that it had reopened.

The Russian Defence Ministry published a public tender in 2016 to purchase five dolphins for a training program.

The tender did not explain what tasks the dolphins were supposed to perform, but indicated they were supposed to have good teeth.

It was taken offline shortly after publication.

ABC/AP

Posted 29 April 2019, updated 30 April 2019

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question: Why was the beluga whale in a Russian military facility?

answer: No one knows where the whale is from or why it was wearing a harness.

question: What is the origin of the harness that the whale was wearing?

answer: The harness had "Equipment St. Petersburg" written on it.

question: Has Russia used whales for military purposes?

answer: No, they have not.

question: Why did the whale come into contact with fishermen?

answer: The whale seems to have been tamed and is acclimated with being around humans.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: A beluga whale wearing a harness of Russian origin swam up to a Norwegian fishing boat. It is suspected that the whale escaped from some Russian military facility. Russia has no history of using whales for military purposes.


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COTTLE COUNTY is a county in the U.S. state of Texas. As of the 2010 census, its population was 1,505.[1] Its county seat is Paducah.[2] The county was founded in 1876 and later organized in 1892.[3] It is named for George Washington Cottle,[4] who died defending the Alamo. Cottle County was formerly one of 46 prohibition, or entirely dry counties in the state of Texas. It now allows beer and wine sales.

The Matador Ranch, based in Motley, once reached into Cottle County.[5]

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which are land and (0.1%) are covered by water.[6]

Major highways

-   [] U.S. Highway 62
-   [] U.S. Highway 70
-   [] U.S. Highway 83

Adjacent counties

-   Childress County (north)
-   Hardeman County (northeast)
-   Foard County (east)
-   King County (south)
-   Motley County (west)
-   Hall County (northwest)

Demographics

As of the census[7] of 2000, 1,904 people, 820 households, and 550 families resided in the county. The population density was 2 people per square mile (1/km²). The 1,088 housing units averaged 1 per square mile (0/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 81.46% White, 9.87% African American, 7.20% from other races, and 1.47% from two or more races. About 18.91% of the population was Hispanic or Latino of any race.

Of the 820 households, 28.00% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 53.90% were married couples living together, 10.60% had a female householder with no husband present, and 32.90% were not families. Around 32.00% of all households were made up of individuals, and 20.90% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.28 and the average family size was 2.84.

In the county, the population was distributed as 23.90% under the age of 18, 5.70% from 18 to 24, 21.50% from 25 to 44, 23.30% from 45 to 64, and 25.60% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 44 years. For every 100 females, there were 87.20 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 81.90 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $25,446, and for a family was $33,036. Males had a median income of $24,375 versus $16,667 for females. The per capita income for the county was $16,212. About 13.70% of families and 18.40% of the population were below the poverty line, including 28.40% of those under age 18 and 16.00% of those age 65 or over.

Politics

Until 2000, Cottle County went consistently Democratic in presidential elections, except for the 1928 election, when sentiment against Al Smith’s devout Catholic faith and opposition to Prohibition allowed Herbert Hoover to carry the county with 52% of the vote. After John F. Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, and Hubert Humphrey easily carried the county in 1960, 1964, and 1968, respectively,[8][9][10] Cottle County again voted for the Democratic candidate in the 1972 election, as it was the only county in Texas north of Maverick County (Eagle Pass) to have been won by George McGovern, albeit by a margin of only seven votes.[11] After Jimmy Carter carried it in 1976 and 1980,[12][13] Walter Mondale won a majority of the county's votes in 1984[14] , Michael Dukakis won the county in 1988[15] and Bill Clinton carried it in 1992 and 1996.[16][17]

Like the rest of the Bible Belt, Cottle has trended powerfully Republican[18] and in the last five elections, the Republican nominee has won more than two-thirds of the vote. In 2012, Mitt Romney received 555 votes to Barack Obama’s 180,[19] and in 2016, Hillary Clinton won fewer than 100 votes in the county, less than a tenth as many as Jimmy Carter 40 years before.

  Year                               Republican                                Democratic                                  Third parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |82.7% _506_   style=“text-align:center;” |15.0% _92_      2.3% _14_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |74.9% _555_   style=“text-align:center;” |24.3% _180_     0.8% _6_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |72.2% _509_   style=“text-align:center;” |26.5% _187_     1.3% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |71.5% _549_   style=“text-align:center;” |27.9% _214_     0.7% _5_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |66.3% _502_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.8% _241_     1.9% _14_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |40.5% _331_   style=“text-align:center;” |49.4% _404_     10.1% _83_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |23.9% _245_   style=“text-align:center;” |52.9% _542_     23.2% _238_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |35.0% _379_   style=“text-align:center;” |63.7% _690_     1.3% _14_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |44.1% _507_   style=“text-align:center;” |54.2% _623_     1.7% _20_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |40.4% _511_   style=“text-align:center;” |57.8% _732_     1.8% _23_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |22.9% _311_   style=“text-align:center;” |76.9% _1,047_   0.2% _3_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |49.7% _564_   style=“text-align:center;” |50.3% _571_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |21.0% _268_   style=“text-align:center;” |58.2% _742_     20.9% _266_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |17.0% _230_   style=“text-align:center;” |82.9% _1,122_   0.1% _1_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |27.2% _370_   style=“text-align:center;” |72.5% _986_     0.4% _5_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |22.4% _329_   style=“text-align:center;” |77.5% _1,138_   0.1% _2_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |26.5% _494_   style=“text-align:center;” |73.5% _1,368_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |7.0% _102_    style=“text-align:center;” |90.7% _1,318_   2.3% _33_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |4.7% _130_    style=“text-align:center;” |91.9% _2,551_   3.4% _95_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |13.6% _237_   style=“text-align:center;” |86.4% _1,506_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |6.3% _86_     style=“text-align:center;” |93.1% _1,265_   0.6% _8_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |3.1% _38_     style=“text-align:center;” |96.9% _1,196_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |51.2% _473_   style=“text-align:center;” |48.8% _451_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |9.0% _59_     style=“text-align:center;” |88.2% _580_     2.9% _19_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |18.2% _121_   style=“text-align:center;” |71.1% _472_     10.7% _71_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |2.2% _12_     style=“text-align:center;” |85.1% _455_     12.7% _68_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |2.6% _8_      style=“text-align:center;” |91.4% _277_     5.9% _18_

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION RESULTS[20]

Communities

Towns

-   Paducah (county seat)

Unincorporated communities

-   Cee Vee
-   Chalk
-   Hackberry

Ghost towns

-   Narcisso

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[5] “Matador Ranch,” Historical marker, Texas Historical Commission, Motley County, Texas

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[8] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1960&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[9] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1964&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[10] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1968&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

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[12] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1976&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[13] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1980&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[14] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1984&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[15] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1988&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[16] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1992&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[17] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=1996&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[18] Cohn, Nate; ‘Demographic Shift: Southern Whites’ Loyalty to G.O.P. Nearing That of Blacks to Democrats’, _The New York Times_, April 24, 2014

[19] http://uselectionatlas.org/RESULTS/datagraph.php?year=2012&fips=48&f=1&off=0&elect=0

[20]

title: Cottle County, Texas

question: What are important dates in the history of Cottle County?

answer: The county was founded in 1876 and was organized in 1892.

question: What is the population of Cottle County?

answer: The population of Cottle County as of 2010 is 1505.

question: What are the political leanings of the residents of Cottle County?

answer: Until 2000, Cottle County voted consistently Democratic in presidential elections with the exception of the 1928 election. After 2000, Cottle County voted Republican in every presidential election.


text:
Red dirt littered the outside of the Land Cruiser as we rolled down the unpaved road. Smoke billowed from beyond some of the buildings, and we knew exactly what it was from.

"Do these niggers really think what they're doing will help?" Jonah said from the passenger seat. "How can they truly believe this can change anything?"

I kept my gaze on the road and my left hand firmly on the wheel. The coup had started, and we were in charge of the ambassador's escort. The embassy was still another five-minute drive, and since the mobs were blocking the roads and lighting tires on fire, we would probably have to change our course once or twice.

"I don't agree with the tactics,” I said, “but I can empathize with them. They want an opportunity. Just a chance at a life where they don't have to wake up hungry.”

Jonah rolled his eyes. "What the fuck does that mean? And you're only saying that because you grew up here! Damn sympathizer! You're emotionally attached to these... these... people. That's what gets your ass killed, bro."

"I'm not attached. It's more of a respect. I know many of them personally. They're good people."

"Good people my ass.”

Our argument was postponed as we both noticed black smoke pouring from a group of locals down the road. I slowed down as I neared them, hoping to find an avenue of escape, but just as I noticed a hole, the group hurried to throw a few tires and douse them in gasoline. I brought the vehicle to a stop and put it in reverse. A few of the men from the mob ran at us and slammed their machetes against the metal hood of the Land Cruiser. One man threw a rock and barely missed the driver's mirror.

"Find me another route, Jonah," I exclaimed as the vehicle's engine revved and threw us backwards.

"You can turn right here. I don't see any smoke this way, hopefully these fuckers haven't hit the alleys yet," Jonah said as he messed with the GPS.

I whizzed down the side road as quickly as the SUV could, hitting bumps and unintentionally testing the suspension system. My view to the rear was a barrage of red dust, and if we were being followed, I couldn’t tell.

A thin man came running into the road and forced me to slam on my breaks. Jonah hit his face on the dash, and cursed a few times with my name in mind.

"You don't stop. Don't ever fucking stop!" Jonah yelled.

"I know him," I exclaimed. "Samuel! Samuel, it's me!”

The man stopped running and jogged over to the car. "My friend, I am so glad," Samuel said through a bright white smile. "I did not know if you were not going to get through. Many people out here is very violent right now."

"Get in!" I said, slapping the outside of the door a couple times.

Samuel jumped into the back seat and pulled the door closed. He put his seatbelt on, as I pressed back down on the accelerator.

Jonah held his brow, "Am I bleeding?"

"No you're good," I proclaimed eyeing him for a half second.

"My friends, it is not good out there. The radio say that the president is dead. General Sanogo is now the man, and he say Americans is why the famine is real bad." Samuel's face looked worried. "I do not believe this. But my friends, are you leaving now?"

"Yes thank god, sick of this fucking place," Jonah said still holding his forehead.

"We're trying, Samuel, but we have to get to the embassy first. We won't leave without the ambassador," I said looking Samuel in the eyes through the mirror.

We kept dodging the blocked roads, which forced us to take back roads. We passed soldiers with AK's, and heard bullets ringing into the air every few minutes. No one had shot at us yet, but if they did, all we had were our issued handguns, and five magazines of ammunition each. We needed to get to the embassy so we could suit up, and face the challenges head on. My primary job was that of the translator. I spoke English and French fluently, and spoke a few phrases of the several dialects of the area. Secondly, I was the radio operator. And I would have had my radio equipment with me, but we had been sent out on short notice earlier in the morning to search for a specific American student that lived in town near the market. Our task had failed, he wasn't there, and the two-bedroom loft had been ransacked. We hoped that he had found a way out, and hadn't been grabbed by the mob.

I grabbed my water canteen from the cup holder and held it over my right shoulder. "Samuel, drink buddy, you're still breathing hard!"

"Merci mon ami," Samuel said as he grabbed the bottle and took a few gulps.

Jonah turned his head towards Samuel. "What did he say? You know I don't speak French!" Jonah directed at me.

"Chill. He said 'thank you my friend'." I explained using my right hand to push the stick into second gear as we turned a sharp corner. "Samuel and I have been friends for many years. Samuel taught me to play soccer, and how to fish using just a line."

Samuel laughed, "Yes I remember. You got scared one day because a crocodile came near so... so you ran home. You wouldn't come back for three days," Samuel chuckled and emphasized the day count with three fingers in the air.

We both laughed.

"Just shut up guys," Jonah exclaimed. "This isn't the time."

It was true, it wasn't the time for us to be reminiscing on the past, but for those few seconds, it sure felt good to remember.

"Take this next left," Jonah said. "It's gonna lead us back onto a main road and I don't see any smoke in the sky, so hopefully it's clear."

I took the turn, and about 500 meters in front of us was a group dancing in the road. They had their machetes up, and a few soldiers waved their AK rifles in the air. I screeched to a stop, and as I turned the vehicle around, we must have hit a nail, or a broken beer bottle, because the right front tire blew, throwing the rim onto the rocky ground. The mob had already noticed us, they chanted and sang, and did it while nearing us at an increasing pace. We all jumped out of the car, and looked around for an escape. The open road was not an option because we knew farther back the masses would be on their way.

"This way, this way." Samuel yelled at Jonah and I as we both checked our weapons. He had found an alley between two cement buildings and it seemed to lead to another road.

By now, the mob was at a full sprint. Their cries were no longer that of freedom, but had turned to hate and anger. I knew that they believed full heartedly in what the radio had said, and that they would have no mercy on us.

"We're behind you. Go!" Jonah told Samuel as he ran behind the African man.
"Coming," I yelled out bringing up the rear.

We turned a few corners, sprinting as fast as we could. This labyrinth of cement walls had to lead somewhere. We could hear the mob getting closer and we heard bullets being shot off as we ran into the alley. Samuel was still in the lead, and he turned and weaved like a professional escape artist. We just did our best to stay on his heels. He gained a small lead on Jonah and I, but we still followed.

Stop.

We turned a corner, and Samuel was stopped. He stood with his hands on his head facing a cement wall blocking our path. It was quite tall, and way too high for one person to reach the top.

"Help each other up! I will calm them. I will tell them you are not to fault!" Samuel exclaimed confidently waving both of us towards the wall. Breathing heavily, he turned back towards the path where the mob would soon be visible.

"No. Samuel, come with us right now, we can get all three of us up and over this wall. We will have time." I yelled at Samuel who was already facing away from us.

"Samuel, come on. You don't need to do this," Jonah yelled.

I grabbed Jonah by the shoulder. "Let's go get the ambassador."

Samuel looked back one last time. "It will be alright. Goodbye my friends."

I nodded thankfully at Samuel, and knelt down to allow Jonah to use my knee as a foothold.

We made it over the wall, and just in time. We heard the cries as they reached the wall. And then everyone went quiet. Samuel was yelling at them and speaking to them in
French.

"What's he saying?" Jonah whispered.

"He said 'they are not at fault', and I even think he said we were Canadian. He is telling them that we were here to help the people."

The people started shouting out again. It was hard to tell what they were saying, but whatever it was, it wasn't peaceful. Then a man hushed the crowd, and eventually, his voice was the only one readable.

"Mon homme, je suis officier pour le général, où sont les blancs?" The man said. "Le général veut leur parlé!"

"I work for the general,” I translated, “where are the whites, the general wants to speak with them.”

"Sont pas là!" Samuel protested, allowing his courage to be tested.

"They ar..." I started.

"I got that part," Jonah interrupted me putting his finger up asking for silence.

A few of the members started yelling, and soon everyone was in an uproar.
The man hushed the crowd again. "Traître, tue le!"

The crowd went wild.

A tear formed in my eye.

Jonah noticed. "What? What is it?"

"They killed him." I muttered. “Why would he give his life for us?”

“I don’ know,” Jonah answered. “I didn’ even respect ‘im.  But he, was a good man.”

title: The Coup - And a Salvation

question: Summarize the happenings encountered by Jonah and the narrator as they drove to the embassy.

answer:
Jonah and the narrator were trying to navigate their way to avoid the mob. They could see the smoke ahead and a group of protesters who, seeing the two men, started to hurls stones and rocks at them. A few of them drew machetes and slammed them on the hood of the car. The narrator and Jonah fled the scene. On their way, they picked up Samuel, a friend of the narrator who told them the president is dead and the new president (General Sanogo) has declared Americans as the reason why the famine is worse than it should be.
The fleeing men had to abandon their car after a while but were caught by a mob while trying to find their way to the embassy. The mob killed Samuel, declaring him a traitor.

question: Why did Jonah hate the protesters so much?


text:
A STATUTORY FOUNDATION (commonly abbreviated as SF or S.F.) is a legal entity form created by the State of Wyoming by the passage of the Wyoming Statutory Foundation Act.[1] (effective July 1, 2019)[2]. The act provides for the creation of an entity that may (depending on the terms of the operating agreement) be structured as a trust, a business entity or a hybrid[3][4]. The Act provides for creditor protection, limited liability and an entity form that is similar to Foundations found in Civil Law countries. A Wyoming Statutory Foundation is capable of doing business in its own name similar to a corporation, partnership or LLC and it may serve charitable or private purposes. [5][6]

General Provisions

In general, a Wyoming Statutory Foundation makes provisions for a Founder[7], an Operating agreement (similar to a Foundation Charter), a Board of Directors [8] (similar to Trustees or a Foundation Council), Beneficiaries and Protectors. Beneficial Interest in the Statutory Foundation can (by default) be held as undivided interest in the Statutory Foundation or attached to specific foundation property (similar to a trust) or can have a different structure as per the operating agreement (allowing the Statutory Foundation to qualify as a different business entity - a corporation, partnership or disregarded entity). The Statutory Foundation may have discretionary beneficiaries determined by the Board of Directors and the operating agreement.

Beneficiaries, Beneficial Interests, Beneficial Owners

Beneficiaries (and others) may hold and transfer Beneficial interests in the foundation subject to restrictions in the operating agreement. Beneficial interests are deemed personal property and do not generate a right to specific foundation property unless expressly provided for in the operating agreement. Beneficial owners hold ownership of income and assets of the foundation (generally undivided interests similar to trustees) and may be different from the holders of Beneficial Interests. The Statutory Foundation may have discretionary beneficiaries determined by the Board of Directors and the operating agreement.[9]

Creditor Protection and Limited Liability

Limited Liability is achieved by separating the debts and obligations of the Statutory Foundation from the debts and obligations of the Directors and Founders by statute. Creditor protection for beneficial owners is provided for in the statutes, allowing for separation of assets of the foundation from the assets of the Founder or Beneficiaries.[10]

Flexibility and Uses

A Statutory Foundation is typically used in asset holding structures to hold shares, LLC interests, beneficial ownership of the underlying assets. In a trust context, the Statutory Foundation can act as a trustee, hold trust powers of a Protector, be the beneficiary of a trust or a beneficiary of another Statutory Foundation. In partnership structures, it can act as a General Partner or a Limited Partner of the partnership. A number of potential uses are identified in legal commentary: Foundations In The Wild West: The Wyoming Statutory Foundation Act[11]

Comparison with New Hampshire Foundation Law

Unlike the New Hampshire Foundation Act[12] which is drafted to very closely resemble a trust under US law, the Wyoming Statutory Foundation is drafted to closely resemble an Anstalt (a hybrid of a corporation and a trust) and a Stiftung. Being a new legal entity, it's relatively untested in the courts with limited US Case Law. [13]

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title: Statutory Foundation (United States)

question: What does the text say about Limited Liability and creditor protection?

answer: Statutory Foundations try to achieve Limited Liability and Creditor Protection. Limited Liability is achieved by separating the debts and obligations of the Statutory Foundation from the debts and obligations of the Directors and Founders by statute. Creditor protection is used for allowing the separation of assets of the foundation from the assets of the Founder or Beneficiaries.

question: Summarize how a Statutory Foundation is used.

answer: A Statutory Foundation, a legal entity, provides for the creation of an entity that may be structured as a trust, a business entity or hybrid. It provides for creditor protection, limited liability, and an entity form that is similar to Foundations found in Civil Law countries. It can do business in its own name, or serve charitable or private purposes. It can also be used in partnership structures or in acting as a trustee. It's typically used in asset holding structures to hold shares, LLC interests, and beneficial ownership of the underlying assets.

question: What does the text say about beneficial owners?

answer: Beneficial owners hold ownership of income and underlying assets of the foundation, which are generally undivided interests similar to trustees. They may be different from the holders of Beneficial Interests. A Statutory Foundation also had creditor protection for beneficial owners that is provided for the statutes. This allows for separation of assets of the foundation from the assets of the Founder or Beneficiaries.

question: Summarize everything that happened in 2010.