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AHMAD ABDULAZIZ ABDULLAH A. (born 1984), better known as ABU WALAA, is an Islamic preacher based in Hildesheim, Germany. In 2016 he was arrested for supporting terrorism.[1]

Biography

Born in al-Tamim, Iraq, he immigrated to Germany in 2001. He preached at the _Deutschsprachiger Islamkreis Hildesheim e. V._ (DIK) mosque founded in 2012, and took part as a speaker in a great number of Salafi events due to his popularity through his online video releases and his Facebook followers. He became known as a “preacher without face” (), because in many of his videos, his face would be hidden from the camera.[2][3]

Arrest

On the morning of November 8, 2016, the German police arrested Abu Walaa in Bad Salzdetfurth alongside four suspected accomplices in Hildesheim and North Rhine-Westphalia accused of supporting a foreign terrorist organization according to article 129b of the German Penal Code.[4]

He is suspected of being the head of an Islamic group, recruiting young Muslims in Germany to fight for jihad in Syria and Iraq for the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL or ISIS). The German authorities had long been investigating his activities. Based on testimony by Turkish-German Anil O., a young man fighting in Syria and arrested upon his return to Germany, the German prosecutor's office demanded Abu Walaa's arrest after Anil O. admitted he was influenced by Abu Walaa at his Hildesheim mosque for jihad.

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[2] NDR.de: “Nummer 1 des IS in Deutschland” festgenommen

[3] Spiegel: Festnahme von “Abu Walaa” - Polizei stellt den “Prediger ohne Gesicht”

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title: Abu Walaa

question: Who is Ahmad Abdulaziz Abdullah A.?

answer: He is an Islamic preacher based in Hildesheim, Germany.

question: How did Ahmad become to be known as?

answer: He became to be known as the preacher without face because in many of his videos, his face was hidden from the camera.

question: What was Ahmad arrested for?

answer: He was arrested/ accused of supporting a foreign terrorist organization.

question: What is the exact crime that Ahmad is suspected of by the German police?

answer: He is suspected of being the head of an Islamic group, recruiting young Muslims in Germany to fight for jihad in Syria and Iraq for the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the arrest and circumstances around the arrest of an Islamic preacher, Ahmad Abdulaziz Abdullah A., in Germany.


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Walking home late one night after last call at the tavern, alone on a lightless road, a flash ignites the sky above. As quick as it comes, I am disappeared from that tired avenue, and my surroundings are no longer the outdoors. I am in a red and orange striped and spotted room that I can only recognize as a holding cell of some sort. The colors are breathing; laughing. Slowly, a green and yellow gaseous cloud begins to build, and soon it's all I can breathe. Though I can breathe it simply enough, I do my best not to, but it keeps growing until it's the only thing I can inhale.

Hours? Days? All I know, when I finally regain consciousness in that red and orange cell, is that I have never felt more tired in my life. Ever. Groggy, shaky, weak and woozy, I try to prop myself onto my hands and knees, as I appear to have passed out on the floor of my cell. I survey the room by slowly crawling around, and find that the door is made of a glass like substance, and it feels different from the other three walls, but I can't actually see the difference. The pattern on the glass matches the pattern on the other three walls. Two days, three? How long have I been here? Has it been longer than a week? It's this moment that I realize just how famished I am. "Hello," I say with a dry voice, my throat parched and scratchy. "Water."

The wall that I believe is the door becomes clear. I can see through it into a gray hall, likely metallic walls, floor and ceiling. There are faint yellow lights spacing the hallway every twenty feet or so, but all I can see is darkness on either end. And footsteps. I hear footsteps. Finally, a shadowy figure appears at the far end of my vision down the left side of the hall from my cell. As it gets closer, my eyes begin to blur more and more, until I know whatever it is, though I am completely blind, it's standing directly in front of me. The sound of compressed air being released hisses out to my right, and I can feel a slight draft from the hallway. Were I to have use of my legs, I might attempt to run, but I can still barely sit up. Hands grab under both of my arms, and I am dragged out of the cell and into the hall.

After being taken into a lift, and what feels like being paraded around in front of whatever species is holding me, they drop me in a heap on the floor. My vision finally begins to return, and the first thing I notice is the size of the room I am in. Cavernous would be a mild attempt at a description, but I am starting to see better still, and I can see that I am before the seat of power. A large throne, sitting atop an island of a dais, and a ruler to occupy the seat. Humanoid in appearance, his flesh is a blueish green. He wields six mighty arms, and five horned ridges appear at the top of his head, rather than any hair.

"I am Xyzornat, ruler of Devil's Reach. You have been aboard my ship for three years today." He stands from his seat, and all around me, robed figures begin chanting a dark tattoo. They close in on me, and I still can't move. When they are within two feet of me, in a complete circle, they throw back their robes, revealing themselves to be of the same race as their leader. With a blade in each of their six hands, they individually and simultaneously sever their own heads. Blood pools around me, soaking into my clothes. Xyzornat, leader of Devil's Reach, leaps fifty feet into the air, and seems to hover above me for a moment, before crashing down. His eight limbs have me completely pinned and surrounded. He opens his mouth and two, foot long fangs pierce into my neck, just below my Adam's Apple. The pain is extreme, and I can feel the teeth push into my chest. I feel them slide, inch by inch behind my ribs, until they stab into my heart. The last thing I will ever hear is his voice as he says, "Your soul is now mine."

title: Xyzornat:  Ruler of Devil's Reach (Part One)

question: Describe some of the themes of this passage.

answer: One theme seems to be losing track of time and place, in a linear sense. The narrator has nothing with which they can piece together their concept of days, as the lighting even is artificial. They are rendered completely blind. Their concept of spatial coordination is limited due to the confines of their holding cell.

question: What might become of the narrator?

question: What does the story say about how vulnerable humans are?

answer: It says that humans are very susceptible to being randomly taken by surprise. We are creatures of habit and when something falls beyond the paradigm we know and by which we've lived our lives-upsetting the routine-it's hard to process or know how to react. The narrator is simply walking home when they are accosted, and have trouble adjusting to their new surroundings and atmosphere-though they are likely also drugged, adding to the disorientation.

question: How do the narrator's emotions change throughout the text?

answer: Initially, they seem surprised, but accepting of whatever is happening to them, as it is likely beyond their control. The element of surprise means that they haven't really had time to react before more things are happening to them, assaulting and disorienting their senses. Toward the end, when their soul is taken, they seem resigned, as they clearly have not managed to get their cognitive or actual footing yet.


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KENNETH TODD (born 24 August 1957) is an English former footballer who scored 11 goals in 52 games in the English Football League for Wolverhampton Wanderers, Port Vale, and Portsmouth in the late 1970s. Despite being bought for £37,000 by Vale and £20,000 by “Pompey”, he dropped into the Southern League with Fareham Town and Waterlooville.

Playing career

Wolverhampton Wanderers

Todd began his career at Sammy Chung's Wolverhampton Wanderers, having been scouted by Joe Mycock, who lived opposite his school in Staindrop.[1] He joined the club as an apprentice on his 15th birthday after a trial in the summer of 1972, despite advances from Middlesbrough and Birmingham City, as he was impressed by the club providing him with tickets for the 1972 UEFA Cup Final against Tottenham Hotspur.[2] He was a member of the 1976 FA Youth Cup side that were beaten 5–0 on aggregate in the final by Black Country derby rivals West Bromwich Albion.[3] He made his debut for the senior team on 6 November 1976, in a 3–1 victory over Millwall at Molineux. He went on to make a further four appearances, scoring one goal against Hereford United, as Wolves won promotion as champions of the Second Division in 1976–77.[4] Wolves then finished 15th in the First Division in 1977–78, and Todd featured in only one game, a home defeat to Nottingham Forest.[5]

Port Vale

Despite his lack of experience, Port Vale manager Dennis Butler broke a club record to purchase him for a £37,000 fee in August 1978.[6] However, he struggled to live up to his price tag and was singled out for abuse at Vale Park.[7] He scored eight goals in 42 Fourth Division and FA Cup games in the 1978–79 season.[8] He lost his first team place under new boss Alan Bloor in August 1979, and played just three games in the 1979–80 season before he was sold on to Portsmouth for £20,000 in October.[9]

Portsmouth and later career

He scored just one goal in three Fourth Division games for Frank Burrows's “Pompey” in the 1979–80 promotion campaign. He left Fratton Park and later played for Fareham Town (Southern League) and Waterlooville. He scored 50 goals in one season for the “Hawks” and later worked as Havant's player-manager.[10] Todd also returned to Portsmouth as the youth-team manager. In a 2014 interview he stated that he was “amazed” when Burrows offered him the position as the pair had fallen out the moment he first arrived at the club.[11][12]

Personal life

Todd married Suzanne and had a daughter, Ella.[13]

Statistics

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  Club                      Season            Division          League   FA Cup   Total
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  Apps                      Goals             Apps              Goals    Apps     Goals
  Wolverhampton Wanderers   1976–77           Second Division   4        1        0
  1977–78                   First Division    1                 0        0        0
  Total                     5                 1                 0        0        5
  Port Vale                 1978–79           Fourth Division   41       8        1
  1979–80                   Fourth Division   3                 1        0        0
  Total                     44                9                 1        0        45
  Portsmouth                1979–80           Fourth Division   3        1        0
  Career total              52                11                1        0        53

Honours

Wolverhampton Wanderers

-   FA Youth Cup runner-up: 1976[16]

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title: Ken Todd

question: When was Todd born?

answer: August 24, 1957

question: What sport does Todd play?

answer: Football (soccer)

question: What is Todd's wife's name?

answer: Suzanne

question: How much did the manager of Port Vale spend to acquire Todd?

answer: 37,000 British pounds

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Kenneth Todd is an English former footballer who was born in 1957. He was bought for 37,000 pounds by Port Vale, and then 20,000 pounds by "Pompey," but he dropped into the Southern League with Fareham Town and Waterlooville.


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"Well, you wanted an answer Larry, here's your answer."  The whole office had crowded around Larry's computer, gazing at his screen in mutual awe.

"Listen *Brent*, I was quite happy without an answer - now what the fuck am I going to do?"

"Language" said Jill from HR.

Despite the exchange, their eyes, and minds, were focused intently on the article in front of them.  "Fucking hell" said Sarah, placing her half cup of coffee on Larry's desk with no intention of finishing it.  Jill rolled her eyes in resignation.

*"There is no Afterlife"* read the title of the news article.  It elaborated: *"In a landmark discovery, scientists have proven that the afterlife does not exist, having conducted experiments with the previously dead."*

"Do you reckon this means there's no G-man then?" said Brett, who seemed more excited then anything else.  Larry, a devout Christian, hastily scrolled down the page, pointing Brett's attention to the final paragraph and reading it out loud.  "Scientists cannot confirm that a God does not exist, and do not consider this discovery as an attack on religious beliefs or practices." he proclaimed proudly.

"Still though Larry." said Sarah, whose eyes still scanned the text searchingly, "what's even the point now?".  Larry was angry, visibly so.  Jill looked concerned, she sensed that this type of conversation might be breaking staff protocol.  Brett remained pretty pleased with himself, as though he himself had been to the dark edges of the abyss and returned to report his findings.

"Well *Sarah*, it means when you die there ain't nobody going to be savin' your ass" replied Larry, finally averting his gaze from the screen.  Sarah looked back at him defiantly, but failed to muster any kind of comeback. Larry turned his gaze back to the screen, hoping to find something to reaffirm his faith.

Brett chuckled behind him, then turned round and strolled back to his desk with smug satisfaction.  He leant back in his chair, swivelling it round to face Larry again. "It's just a shame, Larry" he said, loud enough that the whole office could hear. "Oh yeah and why is that?" said Larry, not bothering to turn around. "Because now, I won't have anything to look forward to."

He reached under his chair with his right hand and pulled out a small pistol.  With a fluid, unhesitant movement he raised it to his temple, clenched his eyelids tight and fired a bullet through his skull, spraying his computer screen with a red film.  Jill began to scream, and Sarah collapsed, knocking her abandoned coffee off of Larry's desk and onto the floor.  Larry reeled around and stared at the mess infront of him, grasping the gold cross hung around his neck, praying that Brett ends up in heaven.

title: Brett

question: What was the question that Larry wanted answered?

answer: He wanted to know what happens when you die.

question: Where do the characters seem to work?

answer: It's not clear where they work beyond being in an office.

question: Why does Brett say he won't have anything to look forward to?

answer: He had just learned that scientists have confirmed that there is no afterlife.

question: What is the main conflict of this story?

answer: The main conflict is the discovery that there is no Afterlife.

question: Describe Brent.

answer: Brent seems neurotic and unhinged.

question: How does Christianity fit into the story?

answer: There is the discovery that there is no afterlife. Larry is a devout Christian, so the idea that there is no heaven, is concerning to him. It's doubly concerning to him after Brent kills himself because he wants Brent to go to heaven.


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“Are you alright?” The voice seemed distant. “Are you alright?” The voice repeated, this time it seemed much closer. I slowly opened my eyes. The sun was coming up, it was blinding, and it really hurt in the eyes.

I had an awful tang of blood and puke in the back of my throat. My sight started coming back, at first it was all very dizzy and confusion. Where was I anyway and why was this man talking to me?
“You can’t sleep it out here, go home and clean yourself up. You got blood on your shirt boy”. I could finally locate the voice; it came from a man dressed all in whites. He seemed to be wearing a white coat, maybe he was a baker. I think there was flour on the coat.

My surroundings started becoming clearer; I seemed to be lying in a small backyard on a wooden bench. No wonder my back hurt so badly… And my head – my head hurt so badly that I felt it could explode any second. How much did I drink last night? How in the world did I end up in a baker’s backyard and why was my shirt covered in blood? Thousand thought went through my skull.
“Get out of here I said!” a belligerent remark, the baker started getting really grouchy. I tried sitting up, there was a sting of pain in my left ribs. Had I been in a fight last night? Why couldn’t I remember anything?

Small flashbacks containing a glimpse of last night showed themselves for my inner eye.
Noise, screams and blood. Glimpse of a skinhead punching me, why had I been fighting a skinhead? I lifted the shirt up; there were no wounds to be found. The only lesion was a huge bruise on the ribs. It had to be the skinhead’s blood then.
I finally pulled myself together, and tried standing up. My legs were unstable and I became completely disoriented, my vision started fading into black. I felt back down on the bench. My senses regained their strength. Tried one more time and got up without losing my balance completely this time. I started walking slowly out the backyard, without ever saying a word to the baker.

“Boy, you forgot your phone” He said. I looked back; he stood there holding an old Sony Ericsson, it was a phone alright, but it wasn’t mine. Where was my phone, I couldn’t feel it in my pocket, searched it quickly with my right hand. It wasn’t there. Well it was probably me who had left the black Sony Ericsson here, and maybe it could put some light on last night’s endeavours. So I went and fetched it from the baker, thanked him and walked towards the street.
A red Citroën C3 passed by, they turned their head, but who wouldn’t when you see a boy covered in blood at six in the morning, besides from that car the street was abandoned. I didn’t recognize the exact street, but I figured I had to be closed to the club we were at last night.
I felt sick, had a rising urge to vomit. I started walking down the street in direction I thought I lived. Pulled up the phone and started going through last sent messages.

[4:45] {Where are you, help? Some dude punched me, pushed him into the wall. Hit it with head. Blood everywhere}

How I had managed to write anything readable in my condition was a mystery. And more import, what had happened to that skinhead, had I killed him? I skimmed through the next text.

[4.54] {I think he's okay, could not call ambulance. His friends came after me.}
[4.55] {I hid in a yard, can you help me?}

There were no incoming messages. Who had I addressed these texts to anyway; I couldn’t have any numbers in this stolen phone. I looked at the number, I had clearly tried to dial my friend Peter, but the number was one figure too short... What a fool I’d been.
Guess I fell asleep while hiding in the yard. I started feeling dizzy again. I had to put my hand against the wall to keep myself from falling.
Oh God, I will never drink again I thought to myself, but it seemed that I had said that before and look how it turned out. Just an ordinary Saturday in my ordinary life.

title: Hangovers

question: Explain the significance of the final paragraph.

answer: The final paragraph suggests that the narrator has done this sort of thing before and they believe they are likely to do it again.

question: How could the narrator have avoided this situation?

answer: By not drinking.

question: Who won the fight?

answer: The narrator, probably

question: Why did Peter not respond to the narrator's text messages?

answer: The narrator didn't enter Peter's number correctly--he texted the wrong number.


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Review

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    ²University of Michigan, Department of Astronomy, Ann Arbor, MI, USA. E-mail: martav{at}iap.fr

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Science  03 Aug 2012:
Vol. 337, Issue 6094, pp. 544-547
DOI: 10.1126/science.1220843

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The past 10 years have witnessed a change of perspective in the way astrophysicists think about massive black holes (MBHs), which are now considered to have a major role in the evolution of galaxies. This appreciation was driven by the realization that black holes of millions of solar masses and above reside in the center of most galaxies, including the Milky Way. MBHs also powered active galactic nuclei known to exist just a few hundred million years after the Big Bang. Here, I summarize the current ideas on the evolution of MBHs through cosmic history, from their formation about 13 billion years ago to their growth within their host galaxies.

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question: What is the main topic of the abstract?

answer: Massive black holes

question: Describe massive black holes.

answer: Massive black holes are made up of millions of solar masses and reside in the center of most galaxies.

question: What countries are mentioned in this document?

answer: The United States and France are mentioned before the abstract.

question: Who wrote the Abstract?

answer: It seems that the document is written by M. Volonteri.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Ideas on the evolution of massive black holes through cosmic history are summarized by the author of this document.


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[The Studio in 1920.] The TEMPELHOF STUDIOS are a film studio located in Tempelhof in the German capital of Berlin. They were founded in 1912, during the silent era, by German film pioneer Alfred Duskes, who built a glass-roofed studio on the site with financial backing from the French company Pathé.[1] The producer Paul Davidson's PAGU then took control and constructed a grander structure.[2] The First World War propaganda drama _The Yellow Passport_,[3] the historical comedy _Madame DuBarry_[4] and the expressionist 1920 silent film _The Golem_ were made there by PAGU.

During the 1920s the site came into the hands of the dominant German company UFA which also controlled the Babelsberg and Staaken Studios in the city. It was used for several of the company's major productions during the Weimar Republic including _The Last Laugh_.

It was partly used by Terra Film during the Nazi era. In 1945 the studios were captured by Soviet Army troops during the Battle of Berlin while the shooting of the comedy film _Tell the Truth_ was under way. It was later located in Western Berlin and used for West German film and television production during the Cold War.[5]

[1] Elsaesser & Wedel p.67

[2] Prawer p.2

[3] Prawer p.27

[4] Eyman p.74

[5] Bergfelder p.90

title: Tempelhof Studios

question: When was the Tempelhof Studios founded?

answer: It was founded in 1912.

question: What company controlled the Tempelhof Studios during 1920s?

answer: Paul Davidson's PAGU took control of the studio.

question: What were some films that were made in the studio?

answer: The historical "Madame DuBarry", the expressionist silent film "The Golem" and the comedy film "Tell the Truth" were made in the studio.

question: When did the studio stop getting used?

answer: Not answered.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article gives a history of the Tempelhof Studios, a film studio located in the German capital of Berlin that was founded in 1912.


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LOMA LINDA EAST is a census-designated place (CDP) in Starr County, Texas, United States. It is a new CDP formed from part of the former La Casita-Garciasville CDP prior to the 2010 census with a population of 44.[1]

Geography

Loma Linda East is located at (26.328130, -98.689413).[2]

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title: Loma Linda East, Starr County, Texas

question: Where is Loma Linda East?

answer: Starr County, Texas, United States

question: When was Loma Linda East formed?

answer: prior to the 2010 census

question: What is the population of Loma Linda East?

answer: 44

question: What are the coordinates of Loma Linda East?

answer: 26.328130, -98.689413

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Loma Linda East is a census-designated place in Starr County, TX with a population of 44.


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[The crowd reacts with jubilation as Alton is announced as the Small Business Revolution winner Tuesday afternoon. (All photos by Stephen Spencer)]

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ALTON - During a Facebook live stream event, hosts of _The Small Business Revolution_, a program airing on Hulu sponsored by the Deluxe Corporation, announced Alton had won a national vote to be showcased in season three of the show.

Hundreds were in attendance to hear the news Tuesday afternoon. When of the hosts of the series - Amanda Brinkman - walked in the crowd broke out in near hysteria.

With tears in her eyes, she said the winner was Alton.

"Alton has rewritten its own history," Brinkman said. "The mayor was kidnapped, the community stood in the rain in a chain, you went live on Facebook and you won."

With this victory over Bastrop, Texas, Siloam Springs, Arkansas, Amesbury, Massachusetts, and Martinez, California, Alton will receive as much as $500,000 in investments from Deluxe Corporation to be divided between six businesses and the city itself. That investment will go towards helping the business market itself - the specialty of Deluxe Corporation and _Small Business Revolution_ host Brinkman, who made the announcement via Facebook with this season's co-host Ty Pennington. That live stream was displayed at a watch party held at Old Bakery Beer Company._
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It was fitting for the watch party to be held at Old Bakery Beer Company because co-owner and manager Lauren Patton sought the nomination of Alton for season three of the show after watching season two on Hulu. She said the entire staff of the brewery sent emails to Deluxe Corporation before their head brewer received confirmation Alton made the top 20.

From there, Alton was chosen by Deluxe Corporation for the top 10. The production team of the _Small Business Revolution_ toured the top 10 towns, selecting five to go to a national vote. Alton had been leading the pack throughout each update, breaking a former trend to maintain the lead to the very end.

"It's going to be hard to explain what this means to this community and the region," Alton Mayor Brant Walker said. "I don't know how you quantify what the marketing and promotions will mean to the community, but Alton is now recognized nationally as a leader in small business."

Sara McGibany, executive director of Alton Main Street, said: "I am so proud of the way our entire community pulled together in order to make this happen. I am over the moon right now. The enthusiasm was infectious. And we made a miracle happen."

Brett Stawar, president of the Greater Alton Convention and Visitor's Bureau, said: "We knew Alton had it together. This is unparalleled to anything we've seen before. It was nice to see St. Louis, the state and former residents get together for this. There's no going back."

Since Alton was chosen, small businesses will be able to send applications to the show as of March 6. Filming will begin later in the spring and continue through the summer, with updates coming after that to check on the progress of the six businesses chosen to be featured.

Even if businesses are not chosen, Jumpstarters founder and Alton watch party host Michael Gebben said the selection of Alton will give leverage to all businesses and the town itself when looking for outside investment and national attention._
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A workshop open to all local businesses will also be hosted in Alton at a to-be-determined date. Each town in the top 10 receives that workshop.

Michael Gebben, one of the co-hosts of the RiverBender.com live broadcast at Old Bakery Beer, had a fitting conclusion for the event with these words: "Go Alton!"

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question: Why was Alton chosen as the winner of the Small Business Revolution?

answer: Unclear; however Alton's resilience is mentioned by the host of the series, citing the town's accomplishments despite having its Mayor kidnapped and members of the community standing in the rain to form a human chain to promote the town.


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HEINRICH LUDWIG EGMONT DORN (14 November 1800[1] or 1804-10 January 1892) was a German conductor, composer, teacher, and journalist. He was born in Königsberg (now known as Kaliningrad), where he studied piano, singing, and composition. Later, he studied in Berlin with Ludwig Berger, Bernhard Klein, and Carl Friedrich Zelter. His first opera, _Rolands Knappen_, was produced in 1826, and was a success. Around this time, he became co-editor of the _Berliner allgemeine Muzikzeitung_.

Dorn became well known as a conductor of opera, and held theatre posts at Königsberg (1828), Leipzig (1829–32), Hamburg (1832), Riga (1834–43), and Cologne (1844–8). In 1849, he became co-conductor, with Wilhelm Taubert, of the Berlin Hofoper - a post he held until 1869.

Dorn taught counterpoint to the young Robert Schumann, and was a friend of Franz Liszt. He was a harsh critic of Richard Wagner, but was persuaded to conduct the opera _Tannhäuser_, in 1855. He also wrote an opera _Die Nibelungen_, based on the Nibelungenlied, in 1853, many years before Wagner completed _Der Ring des Nibelungen_.

Dorn died in Berlin in 1892.

Writings

-   _Spontini in Deutschland_ (Leipzig, 1830)
-   _Aus meinem Leben_ (Berlin, 1870–77)
-   _Das provisorische Statut der Königlichen Akademie der Künste in Berlin_ (Berlin, 1875)

Compositions

-   _Rolands Knappen_ (1826)
-   _Der Zauberer und das Ungetüm_ (1827)
-   _Die Bettlerin_ (1828)
-   _Abu Kara_ (c. 1831)
-   _Der Schöffe von Paris_ (1838)
-   _Das Banner von England_ (1841)
-   _Die Nibelungen_ (1854)
-   _Ein Tag in Russland_ (1856)
-   _Gewitter bei Sonnenschein_ (1865)
-   _Der Botenläufer von Pirna_ (1865)

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title: Heinrich Dorn

question: Summarize all the information relating to Heinrich Dorn's education.

answer: He studied piano, singing and composition in Königsberg, where he was born. Later, he studied in Berlin with Lugwig Berger, Bernhard Klein and Carl Friedrich Zelter.

question: Summarize all the information relating to Heinrich Dorn's career.

answer: Dorn's first opera Rolands Knappen was produced in 1826 and was a success. Around this time, he became the editor of the Berliner allgemeine Muzikzeitung. Dorn became well known as a conductor of opera. He held theatre posts at Königsberg (1828), Leipzig (1829-32), Hamburg (1832), Riga (1834-43), and Cologne (1844-8). In 1849 he became co-conductor, with Wilhelm Taubert, of the Berlin Hofoper. Dorn held this position until 1869.

question: What is the relationship between Heinrich Dorn and Richard Wagner?

answer: Dorn was a harsh critic of Wagner. He was, however, persuaded to conduct the opera Tannhäuser in 1855. Dorn also wrote an opera Die Nibelungen based on the Nibelungenlied in 1853, many years before Wagner completed Der Rind des Nibelungen.

question: How old was Heinrich Dorn when he died?

answer: He was either 92 or 86. His birth year is uncertain.

question: List Heinrich Dorn's compositions in the 1850's.

answer:
1854 - Die Nibelungen
1856 - Ein Tag in Russland

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Heinrich Ludwig Egmont Dorn was a German conductor, composer, teacher, and journalist.


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I am trying to be a writer, I would like opinions.  Feel free to be as harsh or as flattering as you want, in my eyes its all constructive.  It might be a bit hard to figure out, so I guess also comment on what you think its about.

	The lights were flickering on and off.  He came into view three or four times.  Large bursts of light erupting from a pitch black abyss.  In the room, there were no sounds, no breaths, no heart beats.  When the lights were on the black abyss turned into a room, and the room was all white with blisteringly powerful light spraying off everywhere.  When the lights turned on, maybe a half a second, maybe three quarters, I was able to make out a figure.  Large, dark and angry.  Eyes completely yellow, staring me down.  My eyes reflected in his, the reflection so bright, how could I possibly look away.  I shoved my hands against my temples and squeezed, the man falling in and out of my sight.  The light turned off, a wave of black falling over me, like a midnight black blanket being wrapped around my head on a bright day.  I fell over slightly and felt nauseous.  I tripped on my own feet and my head banged against the floor, or the wall, I’m not really sure which.  At times like these I always ran to the door, kicking and screaming to let me out, to let me breathe, but I always heard the same words every time I banged the door, “anesthesia.”  I would loose track of the door at that point.  First it was on the left, then it was on the right.  Rotating around me like the orbit of a moon sped up.
	They would always turn the lights on at the worst moment, right when I would close my eyes, right when I was going to get some rest finally.  I was a child waiting for a Christmas that never came.  Sometimes, during these fits of light, I would catch the faint glimmer of a shadow over me.  The shadow of a demon like being with the horns of a devil and the knife of a butcher.  Picking and pulling at my well being, the chords of thought being plucked right from under me.  I was never able to move at these moments, never able to reach out my hand and grasp the ephemeral hand over me.  The lights started to flicker again, in and out.  If I was a bucket of sand, they would be emptying me gradually, and each grain of sand that would fall out would just disappear as it left the bucket, with each flicker of the light this would continue to happen.  The bang and the light coming and going from those in front of me who were never actually in front of me.  A worthless fight.
	How long has it been?  A week?  A month?  I’d bang on the door when I could find it.  I’d yell my name just to yell it, just to gain something from a lost experience, right up until that was lost too.  And when I’d yell, I’d cry, because I was yelling my life, my upbringing, my experiences.  After each yell, it would go, after each cry I’d forget.  And on that final day, when there was nothing left to yell, I’d wake up.
	I would wake up lying down, people in white standing over me with light shining down and red tools lying next to me.  Everything is in front of me, but I cant grasp it.  Like a fisherman trying to grab the reflection of a fish going by with his bare hands.  Except now, I am all empty.

title: This is my story (read and criticize)

question: Whose eyes were staring the man down?

answer: The man does not recognize who is staring at him in the dark room.

question: Why is the man hearing "anesthesia" every time he bangs the door?

answer: This is not explained in the story. Perhaps it's because the man is suffering and what he needs is anesthesia to numb his feelings.

question: Why does the man think he is like a child waiting for a Christmas that never came?

answer: He feels frustrated because the light turns on only momentarily, and it happens when he closes his eyes to rest.

question: Why can't the man grasp the things that are in front of him?

answer: It might be implied that he was already a ghost.

question: Who were the people standing over the man when he woke up?

answer: It's not directly stated, but it might be that he was dead and those were people in the afterlife.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The man finds himself in a dark room with a light that flickers on and off. When it turns on for a split second, he sees a door and bangs on it, wanting to get out. He loses track of how long he's been there until one day he wakes up and finds himself lying down with people with shining light standing over him.


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Last night I dreamed that I had died. It wasn't the normal kind of dream. It wasn't the kind of dream that you wake up enthralled, afraid or tearful from. It was something deeper than that.
When I died, there was no white light to walk toward; no staircase in the clouds; no golden gate atop them; no heavenly chorus scoring each and every one of my footsteps, as if each one of them pounded on the drums of destiny; no heart; no passion; no feeling that every breath I took in my mortal life led to this moment, and that now my dreams were coming true, and I was ascending towards everlasting glory.

There was none of that.

But equally there was no fear. There was no anxiety, or panic, or hopelessness. The four emotions I had forever associated with death. The emotions that had left my mind crippled, contemplating other alternatives to constantly living with the big day forever looming over me. Emotions that had rendered me useless, unable to function, wondering what the fuck we are doing on this planet, and why something as spectacular as life on earth, with its inconceivable beauty and ability to emote human euphoria, could have such a terrifying and mind numbing opposite as death, and how we could know so little about it other than at its existential core, it is nothing but the absence of life in a previously living body.

No. Instead of fear or euphoria, there was realism. Quite frankly, there was no commotion. I had died in a hospital, in a small room, my family surrounding me as I lay in a bed drifting off courtesy of an incurable disease, as so many have done before me, and so many will do after. As I faded I felt my woes fade also. I don't think we realise it when our lives are so busy, but we always have our woes or problems on our mind, we just don't notice them as much. I thought about my family and friends. They held hands and sobbed around my bedside, knowing they were witnessing the last moments of my human life. I guessed that I should have been worrying about them, how they would cope without me, but three familiar words kept circulating in my head. Life goes on. Life would go on for them. They would be sad, but they would find closure, and then eventually it would be their time to go too. None of these things worried me. I had always pondered the afterlife, and by this point I had accepted that I would either see them again, or that I wouldn't need to. I understood that love transcends life.

And then it happened; though it didn't happen instantly. Throughout life I had always imagined that the moment of death would be similar to an abrupt power-outage, where in a split second, darkness would engulf everything. But it wasn't. It was a gradual process and I wasn't quite sure when life had ended, and whatever came next had begun. Those around my bed began to leave the room. They left in an orderly fashion, as if it had previously been decided how they would do so. First, my four best friends. Second my brothers and their wives, my sister, her husband and their children. My grandmother, and finally my mother and father. Each of them did so matter-of-factly, and that was the first sign that I may have passed over, as I'm sure in normal circumstances they would be crying and mourning uncontrollably. Instead, each of them just left. Some of them held my hand before leaving, and others kissed my forehead. And then, just like that, I was alone, albeit for just a few seconds.

It was in this moment that I realised that I was witnessing my death out of body. I was standing in the corner watching this happen, not lying in the bed. And then I realised that I now had a purpose. I sat at a table in the middle of the room. It was small and there were only two chairs. The version of myself that I had just been watching got out of bed and sat at the table also. I was sitting across the table from myself. Somehow looking into my own eyes and staring back at them at the same time. Only when you look into your own eyes can you comprehend your existence. And then we talked for what felt like an hour, and yet it could have lasted for a thousand years because any comprehension that I had of time in my human life had faded, and I began to think that maybe time didn't exist anymore. We talked about the life I had lived on earth, about the relationships I had formed and the feelings I had had, what I had achieved in life, and what mark I had left on the earth. And then I asked myself what was going to happen next, and of course didn't know the answer.

Just as quickly as I had realised what my role was in my own passing over ceremony, I became clueless even faster. And there I was. At a table with another person, and yet somehow completely alone simultaneously; with the most pondered question of all time, and not a single answer. I closed my eyes and breathed in. I took two more, long, similar breaths, and I held the last one. I opened my eyes.
And then I saw everything. Every sunrise and sunset from every possible corner of the earth. Every flower that had ever bloomed, every tree that had ever grown, every mountain that had ever been conquered. Every creature on land, in the sky and in the oceans. Every man who had ever made his dreams come true and every woman who had ever accomplished her greatest feat. Every new-born baby that had ever been born, potential in their eyes. I experienced every sensation that could ever be felt, and heard every note that had ever been played, I tasted success, I smelled hope and in all of these things combined I saw the face of God.

I awoke in my bed and questioned my own existence again. As I write this I am still unaware of what my dream means. I believe that we are more than skin and bones. I believe that our bodies are nothing but vessels, and I believe that our souls are always yearning to escape them. I am unsure of the afterlife, and I wonder whether or not this life on earth is simply the afterlife to a previous one; that maybe every life is an afterlife and in each one we are promised something different for the next. I wonder how many times I have died before, I wonder how many times I will die again, and I wonder whether or not there is some end to this cycle. The only thing we can be sure of is death, for without death there is no life. There cannot be one without the other, but I do not believe that birth is the beginning and death the end. Until it is my time to become knowledgeable of what is next to come, I will just keep dreaming.

title: A Dream I Had About The Afterlife.

question: Summarize the narrator's expectations of death and the afterlife at the beginning of the passage.

answer: The narrator appears to anticipate a fairly standard version of a Judeo-Christian heaven: staircase in the clouds, golden gates and a heavenly chorus. The narrator also imagines some form of ascension following death. The narrator expects that at the point of death to experience fear and despair, emotions that plagued them throughout life.

question: Summarize the reaction of the narrator's family and friends to the narrator's death (in the dream).

answer: They were crying in grief, in the knowledge that the narrator is dying. Eventually, they slowly leave in the room in order, with the narrator's best friends first, followed by their siblings and in-laws, and their parents and grandmother. Some made small gestures before leaving, but otherwise left in a calm and controlled manner.

question: Summarize the narrator's knowledge or belief in death and the afterlife  after this dream.

answer: The narrator believes in the soul, as an entity trapped in a person's body. The narrator expresses uncertainty around the afterlife and if this current life is simply an afterlife to a previous life. At the same time, the narrator appears to believe in death as a certainty and key part of a birth/death cycle.

question: Summarize the narrator's reason for dreaming about their death.


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CLEVELAND, Ohio -- Two weeks after his mortgage company was sued by the federal government, Quicken Loans Chairman Dan Gilbert on Monday blasted the U.S. Department of Justice, saying he believes it's trying to score points with Americans by going after big players in the mortgage industry.

Gilbert, also majority owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers, said in a half-hour interview with The Plain Dealer that he is fighting a lawsuit from the government primarily out of principle. Quicken Loans has about 11,000 employees, a few hundred of them in Cleveland. Gilbert is also founder and chairman of Rock Ventures, which operates Cleveland's Horseshoe Casino.

The U.S. government last month sued Quicken Loans, alleging the Detroit-based company committed fraud just to close bad loans insured by the Federal Housing Administration -- a practice DOJ says cost taxpayers millions of dollars and hurt neighborhoods when the houses went into foreclosure.

Quicken Loans is the nation's largest FHA lender and a company that FHA itself often turns to for advice on improving the lending process, Gilbert said. Now, he said, the government tried to "coerce" him into paying a multi-million-dollar penalty and admitting his company committed fraud, or else it would file a suit that would become public.

Gilbert's message to the government: "We're not going to write a check and admit something because we fear you ...

"For us, the check would have been one thing," he said. "The worst part about it was them trying to tell us we have to make an admission of something that we weren't even remotely guilty of. You can't take people's reputations that they've built for 30 years and try to force you to say something that isn't true."

The government has gone after at least 15 large lenders in the country during the past few years, with similar claims that they fraudulently approved loans that ultimately defaulted and cost the FHA money. FHA, an 81-year-old program, can help consumers buy homes with lower down payments. As long as the borrower and home meet certain standards, the government will guarantee the loan and reimburse the lender if the loan goes bad.

Now, the Department of Justice is conducting investigations at various lenders, saying a certain percentage of loans violated standards and the lenders must admit wrongdoing and pay big fines, or else they'll be sued.

Quicken Loans last month called the developments "a witch-hunt."

"I don't think they're out for Quicken Loans," Gilbert said. "I think what happened was there was a decision made -- again, this is pure speculation, but it's hard to come to any other reasonable conclusion -- that somebody somewhere said, 'Let's go get the large lenders. Let's go make the large lenders either settle with us or we're going to sue them if they don't settle with us because we need to make a statement to America that we got the mortgage guys.'

"Well, if the mortgage guys did something wrong or fraudulent, you absolutely should go after the mortgage guys," he added. "But I think we got swept up in that ... We just happen to now be the largest FHA lender."

Gilbert is puzzled that, if the government was really trying to crack down on something, why wouldn't it go after some of the smaller FHA lenders whose default rates are much, much higher than the banks that have been targeted?

The issue for Gilbert comes down to the methodology the government used to point out possible problems. The company wrote about 250,000 FHA loans from 2007 to 2011.

Three years ago, Quicken Loans got an unexpected subpoena for files on 322 specific loans. "We were shocked," Gilbert said. "We thought maybe they were investigating whether there was discrimination in lending in some form. We didn't even know what it was. We said, 'OK, we'll send them. We've got nothing to hide.' So we sent them all."

Government auditors decided to look at 116 that had defaulted, and said 55 (47 percent) had "defects" or mistakes. The government then extrapolated that and determined that 47 percent of some large portion of Quicken Loans' portfolio contained fraud.

Quicken Loans' executives have no idea how the government arrived at that number. Gilbert said the sample the government used was unfair because, when you're looking at loans that went into default, there's a higher likelihood of finding a problem compared with a loan that didn't default. But, he argued, you can't reasonably say that just because these handful of defaulted loans had mistakes, then that means the same proportion of all of your loans also must have had mistakes too.

In reality, the 55 loans works out to 0.02 percent of Quicken Loans' portfolio, or one out of every 4,400 loans. Overall, the company generated $60 billion in loans in 2014, including all types of loans. It says that from the $40 billion in FHA volume that Quicken Loans generated from 2007-13, the government enjoyed $5.7 billion in net profits from insurance premiums collected.

In its suit, the government said Quicken Loans "knowingly submitted, or caused the submission of, claims for hundreds of improperly underwritten FHA-insured loans," and said the company has a process that encouraged employees to "disregard FHA rules and falsely certify compliance."

It's ironic that DOJ is targeting Quicken Loans, Gilbert said, because the company has the best loan quality score and lowest default rate among the 30 largest FHA lenders. In one case, the government claimed a person's monthly income was off by $2.10. In another case, it said Quicken Loans approved a loan for $26 too much on a $99,000 loan.

Gilbert isn't saying Quicken Loans is perfect. You can't generate 250,000 FHA loans without an occasional mistake, he said.

"When you have 11,000 employees out there, one or two people might do one wrong thing. We'll catch them because of our own quality control." But he said Quicken Loans has never been hit with anything more than the equivalent of a traffic ticket.

Gilbert said lenders, as a matter of business, often agree to take a loss on an FHA loan that defaults -- and not get reimbursed by FHA insurance -- if they find there was a mistake made in approving that loan. Quicken Loans has done that a few dozen times over the years, he said.

What he would have expected now: If the DOJ really thought there was a problem with 55 loans, perhaps Quicken Loans would have been willing to talk about taking the loss on those. But the DOJ never gave the company that option, Gilbert said.
Instead, the government promised to sue. So a week before the government suit was filed on April 23, Quicken Loans on April 17 sued the government. The company asked for a jury trial to prohibit the sampling it calls flawed. And it asked for attorneys' fees.

Quicken Loans had to take the dramatic action of its own lawsuit, Gilbert said. "They say, write a massive check to us and, by the way, put out a news release saying you violated the False Claims Act, which is tantamount to fraud ... for us, there's no other choice."

_Teresa Murray has covered mortgages and other banking issues for The Plain Dealer since 1999._

Note to readers: if you purchase something through one of our affiliate links we may earn a commission.

question: Who is Dan Gilbert?

answer: He is a Quicken Loans Chairman, majority owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers, and founder/chairman of Rock Ventures.

question: Who specifically is mentioned in this document?

answer: Only Dan Gilbert and Teresa Murray, who is implied to have written this document, are mentioned by name.

question: Why has the government gone after at least 15 large lenders in the country during the past few years?

answer: They are seemingly cracking down on fraudulently approved loans that defaulted and cost the FHA money.

question: Is Quicken Loans involved in a scandal?

answer: Yes, the U.S. government is trying to sue them for committing fraud just to close bad loans ensured by the Federal Housing Administration.

question: When was Quicken Loans founded?

answer: That information can't be found in the document.

question: What is the context of "when you have 11,000 employees out there, one or two people might do one wrong thing"?

answer: Gilberts says this in response to the government going after Quicken Loans. He says that you can't generate 250,0000 FHA loans without an occasional mistake.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The document discusses the reaction of Dan Gilbert, a chairman of Quicken Loans, to Quicken Loans being investigated by the U.S government for fraudulently approved loans that defaulted and cost the FHA money. At the time of this document, Quicken Loans sued the government for false claims as a response.


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grifting as a digital gangster will insure that you never become poor, so long as you lower your moral standards.

you will need:
a stolen paypal account that doesn't belong to me or a fellow dg
(stolen paypal accounts are fairly easy to come by - a lot of people use the same password for their email and their bank and their porn site, you fill in the blank on that one)
balls
sunglasses and a hat

first, find a thing you want on ebay being sold in a general locality you find yourself in that ends in a few days or is set buy it now by a private seller.

contact the seller and tell them that your brother's/sister's/cousin's/pastor's birthday is TOMORROW, and the thing that they have for sale is exactly what your brother/sister/cousin/pastor has been raving about and you can't find it anywhere. tell them you want to come over and check it out, and you will buy it immediately if they end the auction early for 20% above what the current bid is at (what do you care, it isn't your money) or if it is buy it now, just say you want to roll over and peep that lil whodi before you commit.

roll over to their crib in your "disguise" and check out the item. tell them you don't have the cash on you, but you have plenty of simoleans in your paypal account. ask to use their computer.

sign on to the stolen paypal from their computer and pay the seller some stolen money from their computer, giving them a firm handshake as you exit the premises.

ride off into the sunset like a boss. optional: if you bought a go-kart, ride off in that.

when the seller finally catches wind that he/she has been scammed, they will tell the police that some guy came over to their house, used their computer, and paid for their item using a stolen paypal.

likely story.

the officers take this statement from the seller but they aren't exactly buying the story. one policeman turns to his partner and gives him a slight nod, and the seller (let's assume the seller is male) gets arrested and rides in the squad car to the county jail.

in county, he has a couple visitors from family and friends, but no one wants to bail him out. you see, he had a history of alcoholism and generally treated his kids like shit, and most everyone in the neighborhood knew it. his wife is glad she is finally away from his verbal and physical abuse, and while she secretly believes his story is genuine, welcomes the fact that finally, some karmic balance has been restored to the world.

while awaiting trial, his wife (with the help of a local attorney) files divorce papers to dissolve their marriage of six years. he paces his jail cell and the common area, clutching his divorce papers, weeping softly, wondering if he had just been a slightly more attentive husband and went to his AA meetings regularly, if this whole mess ever would have happened.

at his trial, the judge reads aloud what he has been charged with, and if he has anything to say for himself.

"NO," he exclaims to the judge. "I AM NOT GUILTY!"

fighting back tears, he scans the courtroom - his friends and family are nowhere to be seen. the jury continues staring the defendant down with obvious contempt as the prosecution mounts their case. the prosecutor, a young, handsome hotshot, makes eye contact with the dumbfounded ebay seller. if there is one thing he learned in law school, it is that the face of this seller in particular is clearly showing no remorse for his actions.

following the conclusion of the defense's unconvincing, public-defender-esque argument, the judge bangs his gavel and the jury convenes to deliberate the case. no character witness has come forward to attest that deep down, our seller truly is a nice person, just misguided and damaged. his youth was marked with abuse, and he knew no better than to follow the same example in adulthood.

in no less than fifteen minutes, the jury returns. slowly, the dejected seller rises to his feet, fidgeting nervously.

"...we find the defendant guilty, " the jury foreman states with a hint of disdain in his voice.

sentenced to one year in prison, the seller begins writing a memoir detailing his experience as a child and the subsequent problems that followed. collect call after collect call, letter after letter, he continues to profess his innocence to his estranged ex-wife and children. after going through a series of substandard boyfriends, his ex-wife finally realizes that perhaps the seller is not such a bad guy after all, and the experience of jail has changed him for the better; she decides to contact a better lawyer and begin to mount an appeal to set her ex-husband free.

one day in the common area, a fight breaks out between the seller and a former gang member (who was incarcerated for a drug distribution charge) over a pair of stolen slippers. amidst the confusion, the seller accidentally stabs a correctional officer, severely wounding him. this effectively erased ALL of the good time the seller had accumulated (3 months) and he was sent to administrative segregation for his crime.

a judge finds the seller guilty of assault with a deadly weapon against a correctional officer and extends his prison sentence seven years. it would have been longer but his ex-wife, in a show of newfound love and respect, asked the judge for leniency in his case. she truly believed her former lover had turned over a new leaf, and had begun marking a calendar, counting the days until she could be with her husband again.

after fulfilling his debt to society (which actually began as your debt to society), the seller is released from prison, his memoirs now 800 pages thick. his children, once bright-eyed elementary school students, were now in high school. even though their father was in jail, it seems they turned out to be responsible young adults, making the honor roll and abstaining from drugs and alcohol use.

watching the news on a lazy sunday afternoon, you recognize your victim's mugshot as they tell his story and discuss his memoirs. realizing the error of your ways, you drive to his house in your stolen go-kart and ring the doorbell. the seller answers the door.

"hello seller," you quietly mumble. "you probably don't remember me, but i am the reason you went to jail many years ago."

after a few seconds of uneasy silence, the man replies.

"yes, i remember. for the longest time, i thought about nothing but getting revenge on you. you took my family away from me. you took my youth. you took my go-kart..."

a lump forms in your throat as his eyes well up with tears. he continues:

"if it wasn't for you, though, i never would have faced my past demons. since i've been out of jail, i have a boundless appreciation for life, my kids and my wife love me unconditionally, and i have been clean and sober for a long time. i owe it all to you."

"come on, " you say, putting your hand on the man's shoulder. "let's take a ride."

turn to page 127 if you drive the man to the bar and get him piss drunk, breaking his pledge of sobriety.
turn to page 120 if you email oprah to consider making him into a best-selling author with his memoirs.

*written by ytcracker*

title: How to get away with PayPal fraud in a few easy steps

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: A grifter with low moral standards who victimizes eBay sellers using stolen PayPal accounts.

question: What scam or type of fraud is he talking about?

answer: PayPal and eBay fraud.

question: Who is are the victims of this type of fraud?

answer: PayPal account holders and eBay sellers.

question: Why didn't the police believe the eBay seller?

answer: Because the eBay seller is a known alcoholic who beats his wife and treats his kids like shit.

question: Write a ~9 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is a fraudster with low moral standards who explains how to get away with PayPal fraud, victimizing eBay sellers using stolen PayPal accounts. He details how the scam works and what someone needs to pull it off. The narrator proceeds to tell the story (from a reader's perspective if they are the scammer) of what happens to the eBay seller after the scam. The seller calls the police to report the crime, but since he is an alcoholic and wife beater, they do not believe him and throw him in jail. His wife filed for divorce while he is incarcerated, and no one visits him when he is found guilty. His sentence gets increased when he accidentally stabs a correction officer. When the eBay seller gets out of jail, he is a changed man who treats his family well and abstains from alcohol. The scammer learns about this and visits the eBay seller and reveals himself. The seller says he wanted revenge, but has the fraudster to thank for the change in his life.


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Black and M
Part 1 Black

josh was an ordinary boy Just like you or me or... so it seemed, on the outside he was just a boy who for some reason , Hated life. In other words he was just a fifteen year old boy who showed no emotion, no feeling, no compassion. He appeared as if he WANTED to be hated in public, wearing clothes no other would DARE to wear at fancy party's he wore jeans a novelty shirt such as a video game character and he always held a cane for NO reason when asked the question "josh what has happened to you" he would reply, "that name serves no purpose to me ... and what did i TELL YOU! i am the same GUY" but he wasn't he had changed... he had not always been like this with jet black hair the dyed red tip scraping his chin. people around him would know, he would only talk sorrow and death after that day... he spoke to M for the very ... last...time M a woman who no one dared mention the full name of in front of black was a fifteen year old girl who had no confidence in herself whatsoever yet black rather... josh, taught her to have some but that is one of his many regrets josh found resolution in M as she was a quite attractive young woman who could no nothing but worry and that... was just what set her over the top. Her wavy pink hair gave her all the power to men in the world and black had power over that he never used it... he wished he did.

Black didnt have many people he concidered friends but he had many people who was TRYING to be his friend  he knew it... but did not want it he was happy with the friends he already had there names all changed when he changed to blackdare... well atleased to him he had his best friends Linkkirby, grayslimer and M--- wait  black thaught to himself why did i "OH NO" he shouted outloud as his mind jumped back in time... this was no "flashback" he could controll himself but... things always had the same outcome that night when M leaned in and said ... it was to painfull to say but ha always, he always said the same thing "no I...I DONT WANT TO HURT YOU" he regains control but the part that really pains me, you , black its hard too tell 1st,2nd or 3rd person who am i the world just pushes us and when we push back the world cries.

GAH black awoke with a freight he told the only erson he could tell
"kirby it happend again DONT CALL ME MAD ITS NOT A DREAM or a flashback"
kirby replied five minutes later
"JOSH its 3AM my name is not kirby pull yourself together your father already said family curse"
"KIRBY i am NOT josh and do NOT mention my father you have NO right"
the skype call ended there with the same words every covosation ends with"you have alot of people who want to help you they were friends with josh ... not blackdare and i am starting to see why"
I did not cry ... she had my tears and she misused themi got up and had asoden thaught that i was afraid of so i forgot about it it would drag me back there but perhaps...this time.

Part 2 Kirby

"OMG josh is soo annoying right now slimer"
"what do you mean NOW kirby he has been like this ever since he said the UNUSABLE PHRASE to m kirby god how long have we known eachother and we dont even know eachothers names"
"oh no daniel i know your name im robbie so TTYL AFK and all that"
I shut my laptop and thaught how good black had it his folks were rich and he acts like he is POOR his mother loves him and his father is "cursed" but he acts like he is homeless
after M left kirby was blacks one outlet in life he used daniel as a way te escape the VR as kirby lived far away but little did he know he was the key to niagras heart he did not know what that ment he just heard black mention it beforeway back then when they broke up
kirbys memory spiraled "dont worry kirby she may have left me but you haha are niagras heart" that one scentence stuck with him... it was the last time black was truly happy

Kirby was a young boy 13 years old had the whole world goin for him brown surf swept hair a clam necklas and the whole 5,0 but the only problem is after blacks big "phrase utter with M" his confidence was knocked too he was a profestional in sword fighting and sometimes took black 1 on 1 but the one thing he would never try was to even talk to M as last time he god a warning but NEXT TIME the sword will do more than toutch his neck

kirby got up and walked to his old secret creek just down the road from niagra falls as kirby and blackdare used to live there thats where they met M but after the break up black moved too canada kirby now being the only one who new the location of the creek had a old picture pinned up he looked for a good thirty seconds at what it used to be... the days of playing zelda with our feet in the water the days of yaunder gone  by

title: Black and M (WIP)

question: What is Josh also known as?

answer: He is also known as Black.

question: Who are Black's best friends?

answer: Linkkirby, Grayslimer, and M.

question: What time does Black wake up?

answer: 3AM

question: How does Kirby feel about Black?

answer: He feels like Black is privileged and becomes annoyed with Black.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Josh, also known as Black, is a fifteen year old boy. He does not have many friends except for Linkkirby, Grayslimer, and M. Josh deals with some kind of curse from his father and wakes Linkkirby in the  middle of the night. Kirby is annoyed because he thinks Josh has it easy.


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WILLIE E. MAY is an American chemist who was director of the United States' National Institute of Standards and Technology (NIST) and the U.S. Under Secretary of Commerce for Standards and Technology. He has been active in international organizations, collaborating with others in Brazil, China, and the European Union.[1]

May has made important contributions to measurement science, with application to national and global problems including global warming and food security. He was involved in assessing baseline hydrocarbon levels in Prince William Sound prior to the building of the Trans-Alaska Pipeline System. He has developed protocols for the collection of environmental samples suitable for trace organic analysis, including techniques in liquid chromatography.[2]

Early life and education

Willie May was born in Birmingham, Alabama and received a bachelor of science degree in chemistry from Knoxville College in 1968. He went on to earn a Ph.D. in analytical chemistry from the University of Maryland in 1977.[3][4][5]

Career

May began working at NIST in 1971, when it was known as the National Bureau of Standards, and spent the next four decades at the agency.[6]

In 2014 May was named Acting Director of NIST and Acting Under Secretary of Commerce for Standards and Technology. He was permanently appointed to both positions in 2015 and confirmed by the United States Senate in May of that year.[7][8] In January 2017 he resigned at the end of the Obama administration.[9]

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title: Willie E. May

question: Where was Willie May born?

answer: Willie May was born in Birmingham, Alabama.

question: What does the acronym NIST stand for?

answer: The acronym NIST stands for the National Institute of Standards and Technology.

question: What was NIST known as when Willie May began working there?

answer: When Willie May starting working there, NIST was known as the National Bureau of Standards.

question: When did Willie May resign from his position at NIST?

answer: Willie May resigned from NIST in January of 2017.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Willie May is an American chemist, focusing on measurement science. In 2014 he was appointed as Acting Director for the branch of government he had been working for, NIST, and was later permanently appointed. He resigned in January of 2017 at the end of the Obama administration.


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Donald Trump has brought his plans to visit the UK forward to the day before the EU referendum.

The presumptive Republican nominee will travel to Scotland on 22 June to celebrate the reopening of his Trump Turnberry hotel.

Mr Trump had originally announced he would visit the UK on 24 June, the same day as the result of the EU referendum is announced.

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The news will prompt speculation the outspoken businessman-turned-politician may seek to make a last-minute intervention in the debate ahead of the vote, which is seen as Britain's most important in a generation.

He has previously said he supports Brexit, because immigration has been "a horrible thing for Europe".

He told _Fox News_ in May: “I know Great Britain very well. I know, you know, the country very well. I have a lot of investments there.

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“I would say that they're better off without it, but I want them to make their own decision."

Although initially appearing unfamiliar with the term "Brexit," he recently told the _Hollywood Reporter_: "Oh yeah, I think they should leave."

David Cameron has previously said Mr Trump "deserves our respect" for winning the nomination, but declined to withdraw his previous criticism of a call for a ban on Muslims entering the US as "divisive, stupid and wrong".

After visiting his Turnberry resort, he will travel to Aberdeen and then his Doonbeg golf resort in Co Clare, Ireland.

The visit will coincide with US Vice President Joe Biden's trip to Ireland and the result of the EU referendum.

Mr Trump is expected to be officially confirmed as the Republican nominee for the White House at the party's national convention in in July.

question: What year was this written?

answer: A year isn't explicitly stated but it's implied that it was during Joe Biden's second term as vice president.

question: Who is Donald Trump?

answer: According to the article, he is a businessman-turned-politician who is running for U.S. president.

question: What is Brexit?

answer: The article implies it is a term used to name the UK's potential exit from the EU.

question: What is the source of this article?

answer: No source named.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This news article documents Donald Trump's visit to the UK before and during an EU referendum. It includes some of Trump's comments about Brexit and anticipates his confirmation as the Republican nominee for president of the U.S.


text: A long time ago there was a wizard who lived above a small village. We was rarely seen, and only summoned when there was no other solution. The village people below told stories of his once-powerful abilities. He could move mountains, change the flow of a river, and even part clouds whenever he wanted to. However it had been a long time since any of the villagers had seen any fantastical work done by the wizard, and so, they lost hope. One day, a few of the young village children wandered up the road in search of the old Wizard's home. They were curious to see if the wizard would show them some of his magic. When they arrived at the small cottage they noticed that it looked as though no one had lived there in years. They peered through the dusty windows and attempted to see inside, but all that could be seen was darkness. When they turned around an old man was smiling at them. "What are you youngins doing up here?" the old man asked them. "We were hoping to see some of your magic!" one of the children exclaimed excitedly. "Magic? Why would want to see something like that?" the old man asked them. "Because we have heard the stories! They say you can do things no other person can!" another one said, almost shouting. "They say that, but has anyone in the village ever seen it?" the man asked with a grin. "Well no, but thats why we were hoping you could show us!" said the oldest of the children. "Well Im sorry, I've lost my magic abilities. But, if you care to stay, I can give you some advice on any problems you may be having" the man offered them, hoping to not be left so quickly. "Advice? We came to see magic, and if you dont have any, we are leaving" one of the kids exclaimed as he started walking back down towards the village. The other children followed closely on his heels and the old man was left outside his cottage, watching them as they left. When the children returned to the village they told their friends about what had happened. They began to call him the Dumb Wizard since we did not possess any magic. The name caught on quickly in the village and soon it was his identity. As the name changed for the Dumb Wizard, so did his stories. They no longer involved cloud parting, river changing, mountain moving fantasies, but instead told of his advice he would give to the young. As the generations began to come and go and long after the old Wizard had died, his stories remained as just the advice he gave. The village called this advice Wizdumb. The word, along with the advice associated with it, soon evolved in their language and spread around the land. If only I could have met that old man, and ask him of his wisdom.

title: The Old Wizard

question: Does the author think that the old wizard is dumb?

answer: It is implied that he thinks that the wizard is wise.

question: Can the wizard move mountains?

answer: It is implied that he cannot move mountains anymore.

question: Why don't the kids want to hear the wizard's advice?

answer: They are interested in seeing magic, not in hearing advice.

question: Summarize all relating to the wizard's nickname.

answer: The wizard gets the nickname 'Dumb Wizard' when he lost his magic abilities.


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I work Property Maintenance for a track housing community and it's a pretty lonely job, that is and is not the reason why I am posting this.  I am posting this for a few reasons: A. I really have no one to talk to except for my fiance and apparently I am exhausting to listen to.  So for her sake I have decided to start writing down my rants.  B. I will forever remember today as the day that I spent eight hours, hunched over twenty gallons of sewage with a bucket.

I kind of left the story unfinished, but I think all of the details are there.  At least now, instead of mulling it over in my head, at least now it's on paper.

So the utility box was full of sewage when I found it this morning.  And when I say sewage, I’m not talking about the stuff that has already mixed together in some pipe farther down the line, I’m talking a single households sewage.  The reason why I make a point to convey this particular detail of said vat of human excrement is because when the solid shit, corn and magnum condoms come floating atop this morning frosted utility box, there was nothing left to the imagination.
I have never known to two complete strangers solely by their clogged sewage line.  I stood over this utility box hating my tragic realization that all of my senses were to be violated all day, because of this seemingly pleasant older couple, in their late sixties or early seventies.
But wait!  We have the tools and a plan to fix this problem! Wait, no not really.  The tools available for this particular job are as follows:  A hose with de-blocker attachments, a hand trowel, three pairs of size small latex gloves, a five gallon bucket and a two gallon bucket.  If you add in the six inch diameter pipe sticking out of the ground that I’m supposed to dump the sewage into from the buckets fifty feet away and that it was about thirty-nine degrees out, you forgot the most important aspect of this job: the shit pissing, ass fucking, sulfur-infused smell that was ever present and ever threatening to test my gag reflex.  Think Mexican food and ass, locked in a closet for a couple days and you might get the scope of this obscenity.

title: "I Was Born on a Pirate Ship" Hold Your Tounge Though

question: Is the story a true one?

answer: It seems that it is. The writer says that it is a true story describing his work day that day.

question: What does the writer do?

answer: He works for Property Maintenance.

question: What does he have to do in the story?

answer: He has to deal with a household's clogged sewage line on a very cold day.

question: Does he have the right tools for this work?

answer: He has some tools, but from the text, it seems that they are not nearly effective enough for this job.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The story is a true short story about a property maintenance man fixing a clogged sewage line.


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You talked, we listened... The world of IT and enterprise development and your needs are rapidly changing. In a cloud first, mobile first world you need:

-   The broadest range of learning opportunities across the breadth of Microsoft's technologies and solutions
-   Technical education, product evaluation and deep hands-on learning to plan, architect, deploy, manage, and secure a connected enterprise
-   More access to senior technology leaders and engineers doing coding every day to get your questions answered
-   A greater understanding of future technology vision and roadmap to help you be successful
-   Greater community interaction with technology professionals and your industry peers in structured and informal settings
-   Epic after hour gatherings where you can unwind and turn on the fun with your peers!

We're excited to announce the inaugural unified Microsoft commercial technology event the week of May 4, 2015.

If you've attended TechEd or Microsoft Management Summit, this is THE place for you to be. It's everything you've come to know and love and more. You'll find what you're familiar with and you'll learn more about Lync, Microsoft Azure, Microsoft Exchange, Office 365, Project, SharePoint, SQL Server, System Center, Visio, Visual Studio, Windows, Windows Intune, Windows Server and lots more.

Save the week of May 4, 2015.  We'll be back in September with more details. See you in Chicago for this unparalleled event.

Follow TechEd on Facebook, Twitter and subscribe to the TechEd Insiders Newsletter for event updates.

This change only affects events scheduled in calendar year 2015. This year, TechEd Europe in Barcelona 28-31 October, will proceed as planned.

To be clear, TECHED LIVES ON. This event will be a part of and an enhancement of TechEd, co locating with that event to ensure the world of IT gets optimal access to all of the best resources in one place.

question: What is the Microsoft commercial technology event week about?

answer: It is for those interested in technical education as well as those interested in understanding future technology roadmap, among other things.

question: When is the event taking place?

answer: Fourth of May, 2015.

question: How does this new Microsoft event affect future TechEd events?

answer: No, it does not. There will still be future TechEd events held in various locations around the world.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The new Microsoft commercial technology event week will focus on future technological roadmap, community interactions with leading technology professionals and more access to software engineers. This new event does not replace or affect any other events hosted by Microsoft.


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Published: 9:41 AM August 23, 2017

Updated: 7:39 PM October 9, 2020

The European Commission has launched an in-depth probe into Bayer's $66bn (£51bn) takeover of Monsanto, saying the two agro-chemical giants failed to address the watchdog's antitrust concerns.

EU authorities worry that the deal – which would create the world's largest seeds and pesticides company – could reduce competition and result in 'higher prices, lower quality, less choice and less innovation'.

Bayer and Monsanto both submitted plans to address those concerns at the end of July, but the Commission said those commitments were 'insufficient to clearly dismiss its serious doubts as to the transaction's compatibility with the EU Merger Regulation'.

Brussels will now launch an in-depth investigation into whether competitors will find it more difficult to access distributors and farmers once Bayer and Monsanto bundle together their pesticide and seeds businesses.

Authorities said access was particularly worrying given the rise of 'digital agriculture', which sees companies collect information about farms in order to deliver tailored advice or aggregated data to farmers – a business that both Bayer and Monstanto have been exploring.

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It comes amid a series of global deals that have effectively shrunk the agribusiness market, including ChemChina's $44bn (£34bn) takeover of Syngenta and the $130bn (£101bn) merger of Dow Chemicals and Du Pont.

The EU's competition commissioner Margrethe Vestager said: 'Seeds and pesticide products are essential for farmers and ultimately consumers.

'We need to ensure effective competition so that farmers can have access to innovative products, better quality and also purchase products at competitive prices.

'And at the same time maintain an environment where companies can innovate and invest in improved products.'

It throws a spanner in the works for German pharma giant Bayer, which had been courting the US crops and seeds specialist for months before reaching a deal with Monsanto last September.

Bayer said at the time that sales in the combined agriculture business would be worth as much as 23bn euros (£21bn), based on 2015 figures, adding that its annual research and development budget could total 2.5bn euros (£2.2bn).

The EU Commission said it is now cooperating closely with antitrust watchdogs in other markets where Bayer and Monsanto operate, including the US, Australia, Brazil, Canada and South Africa, to conduct its probe.

A decision is expected after January 8 2018.

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question: When was the article written?

answer: August 2017

question: How much is Bayer paying to acquire Monsanto?

answer: 66 billion USD

question: What organization if probing the Bayer-Monsanto merger?

answer: The European Commission

question: Who is the EU's competition commissioner?

answer: Margrethe Vestager

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The European Commission is probing into Bayer's takeover of Monsanto due to antitrust concerns. The EU Commission is working with similar antitrust watchdogs in other markets and a decision is expected in January 2018.


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He sat alone in his cell. Same thing he did every day. He would sit, sleep, think, and masturbate the days away. He did nothing. And that's what they punished him to. Nothing.

That's what death row is. First you do nothing, then you die. But his day was coming. The day that shoved some toxic chemicals in him and kill him. But that's not what he was waiting for.

He was waiting for his last meal. The last chance to have one last piece of the outside world. He'd been waiting years. He dreamed of this last meal. An 18" Italian sub from Fontane's Deli. Fontane's was a small deli in his hometown. He's wanted it for so long and finally it was coming to him.

An 18" Italian, lettuce, tomatoes, oil, vinegar, oregano, and no onions. He hated onions.

He paced around his cell counting down the days, the hours the minutes. Finally a knock came to his door. A man in a guard uniform announced almost as if the cowering man in the cell had no idea the day it was, "Time's up. Come get your last meal and get ready."

He flinched at the thought of death, but smiled at the thought of that delicious sandwich waiting for him.

He sat down, two guards to either side of him. He smiled as the sandwich was presented to him. His drink was a bottle of root beer. Glass bottle. The other stuff just didn't compare.

He sipped at his root beer and smiled at the sweet taste he hasn't enjoyed in years.

He picked up his sandwich. He bit down. He chewed. He smiled.

And slowly his smile turned to disgust and his face twisted into a fearful look of despair.

He whispered to himself, "...fucking onions..."

title: Fucking Onions

question: Who are the main characters of the story?

answer: The death row prisoner.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: Inside a prison, on death row.

question: Why did the prisoner get the death penalty?

answer: It might be implied that he's innocent (he did nothing).

question: What is the prisoner's request for his last meal?

answer: An 18" Italian, lettuce, tomatoes, oil, vinegar, oregano, and no onions.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: A man sitting alone in his cell on death row eagerly waits for his last meal before his execution. His request is an 18" Italian, lettuce, tomatoes, oil, vinegar, oregano, and no onions from Fontane's Deli, the small deli in his hometown. He's wanted it for so long and finally, it was coming to him. He specifically said no onions because hated onions. When the day of his execution arrives, he gets his last meal. He bites down and smiles, but as he chews, his smile turns into disgust when he realizes that the sub has onions.


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[Portrait of Lady Mackintosh] '''Lady Mackintosh (née Anne Farquharson) ''' (1723–1784) was a Scottish Jacobite of the Clan Farquharson, a Scottish clan of the Scottish Highlands and also the wife of Angus Mackintosh, chief of the Clan Mackintosh.

Early life

Born in 1723 to John Farquharson of Invercauld, chief of the Clan Farquharson who was a staunch Jacobite, she was married to Angus Mackintosh, chief of the Clan Mackintosh.

Jacobite rising of 1745

Early in 1744 Angus Mackintosh was offered one of three new Independent Companies being raised by John Campbell, 4th Earl of Loudoun to support the British-Hanoverian Government. Anne, dressed in male attire, rode around the glens and, in a very short time, enlisted 97 of the 100 men required for the captaincy. During the Jacobite rising of 1745, Angus' company fought for Lord Loudon's Government forces, aka. the Black Watch, in the Highlands.

When the Jacobite _Prince_ Charles Edward Stuart landed in Scotland in 1745, Anne, then 22 years old, forcefully raised between 200 and 400 men from Clan Mackintosh and the confederation of Clan Chattan for the Prince. As women could not command in the field, the regiment was placed under the command of the chief of the Clan MacGillivray, a member of the confederation. 'Colonel' Anne's regiment joined the Prince's army at Bannockburn, near Stirling Castle, in January 1746, 12 days before the Battle of Falkirk Muir.

A month later the Prince was staying at Moy Hall, Lady Anne's home. She received a message from her mother-in-law that 1,500 of Lord Loudon's men, including her husband's company stationed 8–12 miles away at Inverness, were planning a night raid on Moy Hall to snatch the Prince (and claim the £30,000 bounty). Anne sent five of her staff out with guns to crash about and shout clan battle cries to trick the Government forces into thinking they were about to face the entire Jacobite army. The ploy worked and the Government force fled. The event became known as THE ROUT OF MOY.

The next month her husband, who supported the Government and 300 of Loudon's men were captured north of Inverness by the Jacobites. The Prince paroled Captain Mackintosh into the custody of his wife, Lady MacKintosh, commenting “he could not be in better security, or more honourably treated”. She famously greeted him with the words, “Your servant, captain” to which he replied, “your servant, colonel” thereby giving her the nickname “Colonel Anne”. She was also called _La Belle Rebelle_ (the beautiful rebel) by the Prince himself.

After the Jacobite defeat at the Battle of Culloden in April 1746, Lady M was arrested and turned over to the care of her mother-in-law for a time. Lady Anne stepped in to stop Anne McKay, a local Inverness woman who helped Jacobite officer Robert Nairn escape, being whipped through the streets of Inverness.[1] Lady Anne later met Prince William, Duke of Cumberland at a social event in London with her husband. He asked her to dance to a pro-Government tune and she returned the favour by asking him to dance to a Jacobite tune.

She died on 2 Mar 1787 at Leith. She is buried in North Leith Graveyard on Coburg Street. Her grave is marked by a white Jacobite rose and a commemorative plaque.

Historical Fiction

-   Scottish author Janet Paisley has written a novel based on Lady MacKintosh's exploits, “White Rose Rebel”, published 2007.
-   Author Marsha Canham has also written an historical romance novel based on Lady MacKintosh's exploits, “Midnight Honor”; book three of a trilogy regarding the Jacobite rising preceded by “The Blood of Roses” and “The Pride of Lions”.
-   Portuguese author Hélia Correia has written the historical novel “Lillias Fraser”, set in Scotland and Portugal between 1746 and 1762, in which Lady MacKintosh is a secondary character.

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title: Lady Anne Mackintosh

question: Why was Lady Mackintosh addressed with the rank of Colonel despite women not being  allowed to have command in the field?

answer: She does not have the rank of a colonel, but this is a nickname attributed to her for her contributions to the Jacobites and also for the time when her husband was paroled to her; as Angus addressed her with the words "your servant, colonel".