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Government ministers have been condemned for spending five times more on no-deal Brexit "propaganda" than on helping local councils prepare for the possibility of the UK leaving the EU without a deal.

On Saturday the government announced a £20m fund to help councils with no-deal planning and ordered every local authority to appoint an official to work with the government and oversee preparations.

But critics pointed out that the sum is dwarfed by the up to £100m that will reportedly be spent on a "public information campaign" designed to inform people about the consequences of a no-deal Brexit.

The £20m funding for no-deal preparations equates to only around £60,000 per council.

Labour MP Jess Phillips, a supporter of the People's Vote campaign for a second referendum, said: "It is a sign of how out of touch the government are in their efforts to force a destructive Brexit on the country that they are planning to spend five times more on no deal propaganda than on helping local councils prepare for the calamity of such an outcome.

“No deal is about as far away from the promises made by Boris Johnson and the other leaders of 2016’s leave campaign as it is possible to get. Then they told us we’d get a 'great deal' and we did not have to worry about the disastrous impact of no deal. Now they want to flood the country with adverts promoting a policy they all know is broken and will threaten public health, stability and even food supply."

She added: “The idea that £20m across the 343 principal councils of England is enough to prepare is an insult to our intelligence and to the hard work of public servants struggling with the consequences of the Government’s decision to force a vicious Brexit on us."

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Andrew Gwynne, the shadow housing and communities secretary, also criticised the announcement, saying it offered "no new money and no new ideas for how to address the cliff-edge councils are facing".

He said: "Under the Tories, 60p out of every £1 that the last Labour government invested in our councils has been cut – with the most deprived parts of the country hit the hardest.

“This Conservative government is only interested in looking after the super-rich and cannot be trusted to fund the local services we all rely on. Labour will properly invest in our councils and we will always act in the interests of the many, not the few.”

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But Robert Jenrick, the new housing and communities secretary, insisted that the money would ensure local councils are prepared for Brexit on 31 October "whatever the circumstances".

He said:

“From Whitehall to town halls, everyone needs to be ready to fulfil our democratic mandate to leave the European Union by the end of October.

"Local government has a vital role in helping to make Brexit a success and it is absolutely right that together we intensify preparations in every community."

He added: “I want all of us – central and local government – to be fully prepared for leaving the EU on 31 October whatever the circumstances. I know that we can achieve this, by continuing to work side by side with renewed national focus and intensity.”

Dominic Raab says the British people were told about a no-deal Brexit during the referendum

The group's chairman, councillor Kevin Bentley, said: ”The government has listened to our calls recognising the central role councils play and that more resources are needed for their Brexit preparations. The funding announced today will help councils continue to co-ordinate their efforts.

"With councils already facing a funding gap of more than £3bn in 2019/20 it is more important now than ever that councils receive the resources they need for their on-going Brexit preparations."

But he added: "There remains information and advice gaps that councils are facing while helping their communities prepare, which need to be met by the government. Councils also need certainty to plan for their communities over the longer-term, such as on the domestic replacement for EU funding."

question: Describe the main issue in this text.

answer: The main issue in this text is the government's spending on no-deal Brexit propaganda. The government is spending up to £100 million on the "public information campaign" while only allocating £20 million to help local councils prepare for the calamity of no deal.

critique: The answer should mention the consequences of the spending.

critique: The answer should mention that the money is dwarfed by the propaganda spending.

question: What message does this article send to other governments reading about this deal?

answer: That the UK government is not prepared for a no-deal Brexit and that they are not taking the necessary steps to ensure that the country is ready for the consequences of a no-deal Brexit.

critique: The article does not mention any other governments.

critique: The article does not say that the UK government is not prepared for a no-deal Brexit.

critique: The no-deal Brexit propaganda spending, not the Brexit preparations, is what the article is criticizing the UK government for.

critique: The answer is wrong. The message is that the UK government is spending too much on propaganda and not enough on helping local councils prepare for the possibility of the UK leaving the EU without a deal.

critique: The answer is inaccurate. The article does not mention what message the UK government is sending to other governments.

critique: The answer is more of an inference than a message sent to other governments.


split: test

text:
“So, do you want it?” the salesman asked her. Rosa already knew that she did, but she was trying to get a better price. It wasn’t there yet, so she shrugged and turned her head away nonchalantly.

The salesman looked at her. Rosa Berger was attractive, and meeting her at the beach was her idea. He now knew why. She dressed in a bikini that had to be pushing the limits of any decency laws in the area. She was lying on a towel, sunning herself, looking like a model in a magazine. He was having trouble concentrating. His usual clientele were quite a bit older and more prudish. But she knew what she was looking for. He had a feeling she knew how to buy it, too.

“What do you want from me? This is not an easy find. I can’t go lower.” He tried, but he knew she was breaking him.

Rosa sat up and placed a hand in between her breasts, drawing the salesman’s eyes to them. She smiled when she noticed his face become far redder than what it should be for as little as he’s been in the sun. “I just can’t work that. It’s really important for my family to have this piece, but there’s only so much we can do ourselves. Are you sure you can’t drop the price? Even a little?”

The salesman barely heard what she was saying. “N-name your price. We, uh, we can go from there.” He struggled to take his eyes off her chest.

The dark haired beauty took off her sunglasses and looked her “victim” in the eyes. Her gorgeous brown eyes looked full of innocent joy at the news, and she knew right then and there that she had him hook, line, and sinker. She damn near could have asked him to just give her the artifact for free and he would have done it.

Sometimes, Rosa felt bad for the sellers of her trinkets, but they almost always tried to oversell them. Probably usually got away with it with the older codgers who were trying to keep busy in their old age. She, on the other hand, knew what investing in those beauties was worth. Those objects told the story of the past. This is where we, as the human race, came from. This wasn’t some text in a history book from high school. This was the real deal. This was magic to Rosa, a way to view the past.

There was nothing more important.

“Really?” Rosa reached into her beach bag and grabbed a pad of Post-Its and a pen, wrote down her price, and handed it too him, surreptitiously getting into the sexiest pose she knew. The salesman was now clearly and uncomfortably aroused and at this point, Rosa knew by experience, he would say yes to the deal just to get out of the awkward situation.

The salesman briefly looked at the note, sighed, knowing full well that in normal situations he would never dare accept the offer, and handed it back. “Fine.”

“Yay!” Rosa exclaimed, keeping up the appearance that she was innocent. She again reached into her beach bag and grabbed her checkbook, filled it out for the amount she asked about, and handed it to the man. He grabbed it, opened up his briefcase, grabbed the object, handed it to Rosa, and quickly said his goodbyes, practically running to get away from her.

Rosa giggled to herself. She put the object into her beach bag and continued to sun herself, eventually falling asleep.

When she heard rustling, she awoke to find someone digging through her bag. She was short, blonde and wearing a jogging outfit of short shorts and a sports bra. As soon as Rosa sat up, the blond woman stood up with the object in hand and ran away. Rosa realized the thief knew exactly what she was after; she wasn’t just some trash stealing some other woman’s junk.

Rosa jumped up and followed the woman. She was good at running on the sand and had trained herself to run barefoot on nearly any surface. So when the jogger ran onto the pavement, the fact that all Rosa was wearing was a very skimpy bikini didn’t bother her. She was going to get that object back.

It seemed, however, that thief was just as athletic as Rosa. She ran through cars and buildings. Rosa was just a little faster and was catching up with her, until the jogger displayed a skill that Rosa did not have: free running. She ran into an alley full of junk that would slow down normal people, but she just jumped and flipped over whatever she needed to and sped far ahead of Rosa.

But Rosa was resourceful. There was an idling motorcycle nearby that the beautiful artifact collector had no qualms about “borrowing.” She jumped on it and took off around the block in hopes of catching the thief off guard.

When she rounded the corner, there was a little traffic and the blonde was just coming out of the alley. Rosa wove in and out to catch up. The jogger ran down another alley, this one clear. Rosa followed on the bike. The thief ran down another side alley, this one ended in a dead end with a overfilled dumpster.

Rosa sped up and, being so focused on her enemy, missed the brick laying on the ground in front of her. She flew off the bike as it flipped. Luckily she landed on the blond runner. Unfortunately, they both fell on the pile of garbage bags.

Still, Rosa wasn’t about to let her get away. She pulled her up and punched her square in the jaw. Something else she trained herself in: mixed martial arts. The thief wasn’t too bad either. She got up and took a stance that proved she knew how to fight. She gave a high kick to Rosa, who easily blocked and countered it with a punch in the upper thigh, which would definitely bruise. The runner managed to hit with an uppercut. Rosa kicked the other woman in the shin, followed by an elbow in the gut, then one in the face, landing square on the nose. This left the thief dazed enough for Rosa to one more punch in the exact same spot.

The blond jogger fell straight back, not even trying to break her fall. When Rosa checked, she had no pulse and her eyes were rolled back in her head. She was dead.

Rosa checked her for her prize and, finding it, moved the corpse to the dumpster burying her in bags. She found a mostly clean rag and wiped the bike clean of any evidence of her from it. She casually walked back out the alley, taking another path. Then back to the beach. Luckily, no one bothered her stuff. She put the artifact in her bag, then put the bag in her car. She then went back and finished sunning herself, as if she were perfectly fine with killing someone, as if she had done it before.

Because she had. There was nothing more important to her than the artifacts and the stories they told.

title: [AA] The Bikini Chase

question: How did Rosa lose the artifacts in the first place?

answer: The text does not say.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that Rosa did lose the artifact.

critique: "The text does not say" - this statement is wrong. It's not the text. It's Maria who stole the object which Rosa surreptitiously purchased on behalf of her family. Rosa was the one selling the item. The answer should first correct this error before filling in the details about Maria's motive for stealing.

text: The answer misses to mention the jogger who was the thief of the artifact.

category: coverage

question: Why did Rosa use the seduction approach to get the salesman to drop his price?

answer: She knew that he would never accept her offer and that he would be too embarrassed to say no to her.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: She wanted to get a good price for her family

critique: The answer is not clear on what Rosa's intention was.


text:
“Where were you last night?” Max peered over my Economics textbook. He had a look of anticipation, as if he was waiting for some pain relieving gossip.

“I was home,” I responded innocently before he rolled his eyes at me. “Now, don’t bother me, I’m trying to focus.” Although normally I would use anything to distract me from school, I wasn’t about to involve Max in last night’s mess.

“Are you expecting me to believe you weren’t at Nina’s party?” He raised his eyebrows at me. I didn’t know what I was expecting. Frankly, no expectation in the world would have prepared me well enough. But I wanted to be there for Nina like she had for me. Perhaps I couldn’t fix her parent’s divorce, but I could at least attend her house party. Especially after her break up with Todd, the leather jacket douche that called her “babe” so much I would wonder if he knew her real name.

“I promise you’ll have a great time,” Nina had told me. And at first, I really did. There is something comforting about the stagnant smell of beer penetrating every fiber of clothing and hair follicle. Something nostalgic about repetitive rap songs preaching about the wonders of big asses.

Everything seemed normal at first. The music was pounding loudly and the dim lights carried shadows across the cramped living room. I could feel the air thickening.

Minutes before terror, I was standing unnoticed next to a group of girls I recognized.

“Someone told me her dad was abusive,” I heard one say with wide eyes.

“Yeah, apparently the neighbors called the cops on them,” another responded.

“Well, I wouldn’t point fingers just yet. Nina’s mom’s a bitch. Maybe she deserved it,” a brunette shrugged and took a sip of her drink right before our eyes met. Her face flared red as she realized her words had been overhead. I clenched my fists in rage.

“How about you all mind your own–”. My response was cut short by a piercing scream. I quickly stood up in alert. The room became still. The music stopped and those still standing looked at one another with puzzled looks. The source was nowhere to be seen. It came again, this time along with a cry. I recognized Nina immediately. I pushed my way across the living room and ran up the stairs before barging into Nina’s bedroom.

I noticed him first. His leather jacket shimmered in the moonlight as he stood tall and angry. A millisecond later, I spotted Nina on the floor. Hands covering her face in defense. The lack of light in the room didn’t stop the fierceness of her blood as it dripped down her temple and into her hair.

I stood still. My brain called in fear but my body made no response. Not even when Todd walked passed me, into the hallway and shut the door behind him.

Nina remained on the floor. She held herself and rocked back and forth, letting silent cries out into the thick air.

“Don’t tell anyone.” She whispered.

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“Hello?” Max snapped at me. “Are you going to tell me or not?” I stared at him blankly as the vivid flashbacks flew through my head. My heart stung in bitterness as I recognized that all I wanted to do was say it. To write it out in sharpie on all student lockers.

Nina’s bloody face burned in my head. “There’s nothing to tell.”

title: [RF] Last Night Leftovers

question: What does the passage say about Todd?

answer: Todd is Nina's ex-boyfriend. After months of immersing himself in his relationship with Nina, he left her the day before he landed her a nice, solid punch to the face.

critique: The response is inaccurate. Todd did not punch Nina.

critique: Todd is not Nina's ex-boyfriend. He is her ex-boyfriend.

critique: Heroine Nina's full name, Todd's punching reflex, or the fact that he left Nina prior to the ex would be better mentions.

text:
- We have no idea how long Todd and Nina's relationship lasted.
- There is no evidence Todd and Nina broke up the day before he punched her.

category: accuracy

question: What does the passage say about Nina's parents?

answer: Nina was having a party after her parents' divorce. Nina's father is abusive and he got in a fight with the police once.

critique: Nina's father is never mentioned as abusive.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Nina's father got in a fight with the police.

critique: This is not likely and should be omitted.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: Most of what is said about Nina's parents in the original text is hearsay and most of it is not included in the response.

question: What does the passage say about domestic abuse?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the gossip about Nina's family.

critique: The response misses to mention that the story mentions domestic abuse.

text: There is gossip about Nina's father being abusive but the response fails to highlight it.

question: What does the passage say about prom?

answer: No answer

critique: There is no mention of prom in the text.


text:
TAIPEI -- California-based Applied Materials, the world's top chip and display equipment maker, has ordered staff to halt all deliveries and servicing for China's biggest LED chip maker, who was named on a red flag list recently issued by the U.S. government.

Xiamen San'an Optoelectronics is one of at least three Chinese customers of Applied Materials who were identified on the U.S. government's "unverified list," people with knowledge of the situation told Nikkei Asian Review. While the list does not embargo dealings with these entities, it requires American companies to treat them with caution. U.S. suppliers can no longer use existing licences to sell them products or service installed equipment, but have to reapply for new ones. San'an Optoelectronics is also the world's biggest LED chipmaker by revenue and listed in Shanghai.

Xi'an Jiaotong University, one of China's top 15 colleges, and a unit of Chinese Academy of Sciences, the country's top research agency, are also Applied Materials customers named on the unverified list, which was published on April 11, a supply chain source familiar with the move said. Some 37 Chinese companies and research institutions were named on the list, as well as seven organizations in Hong Kong, four in the United Arab Emirates, two in Malaysia and one in Indonesia.

The U.S. government's move marks another setback to the companies and research institutions who are crucial to China's ambitions to become a global tech superpower.

Applied Materials supplies almost all the world's leading semiconductor and panel manufacturers. Market leaders such as Intel, Samsung Electronics, Taiwan Semiconductor Manufacturing Co, and China's national display champion BOE Technology Group could not make products without the company's tool and services.

As an industry leader in advanced tools for the critical semiconductor industry, Applied Materials' decision to immediately stop all business with those on the list could influence other U.S. vendors, as well as those outside the country, industry sources told Nikkei.

On April 12, Applied Materials sent a notice to all staff involved with the named companies that they should "immediately stop all pending and future equipment delivery, and cease all service activities at their sites," according to the notice obtained by Nikkei. The U.S. chip tool giant also demanded that staff, contractors and other personnel immediately withdraw from the sites of those companies, the notice said.

The notice warned that failure to follow this compliance could lead to significant violations of U.S. trade law.

The company's actions come just weeks after Applied Materials' CEO Gary Dickerson traveled to China in late March to attend SEMICON China, one of the industry's biggest events and an important showcase for Chinese technology ever since Beijing made chip industry development a top policy priority in 2014.

At the event, Dickerson made his first clear and public statement about the U.S.-China trade tensions which have hit the chip industry hard. "The strained relationship between China and the U.S. can put decades of economic growth at risk," Dickerson said. He also warned it would be "a lose-lose proposition" if the world's two biggest economic powers were unable to get along.

Applied Materials generated some 26% of its revenue from China, its biggest market, in the most recent quarter ending Jan. 27. The U.S. company did not immediately respond to a request for comments. San'an also did not respond to the request for comments.

China's commerce ministry spokesman Gao Feng last week hit back at the new unverified list, saying the U.S. move could harm Chinese companies' reputation and disrupt normal trade activities. Beijing said it objected to the abuse of national security and export control rules and demanded the U.S. withdraw the new curbs as soon as possible.

Akin Gump, an international law firm, warned companies in a research note that they would have to respond to the requirements of the unverified list. "As a result of this development, U.S. and non-U.S. companies and others should update their internal control program screens to ensure compliance with the new requirements," the research note said.

Harry Clark, a partner with Orrick, Herrington & Sutcliffe LLP in Washington, told Nikkei that being added to the unverified list does not mean a broad ban on U.S. exports and re-exports to the entity, but it would need to obtain extra licences and file additional reports if dealing with such entities. It also applies to foreign persons.

"My firm advises clients to be especially careful to ensure that any export or re-export involving an unverified list entity is scrupulously compliant with the regulation," Clark said.

_Nikkei staff writer Lauly Li contributed to this report._

question: What is the purpose of the U.S red flag list?

answer: The U.S red flag list gives companies the option to continue business with named entities, or disassociate from any dealings with them, albeit after additional paperwork, licenses, and reports.

critique: Precisely, this seems to be a conversational summary, which could be omitted.

critique: The list doesn't give companies any option to continue business with named entities. The list requires added paperwork.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: The list doesn't give the option to continue business with named entities.

critique: The article does not explicitly state the purpose of the red flag list, but it can be inferred that it is to protect U.S. companies from doing business with entities that are considered threats to national security.

question: Why is China a threat to the US economically?

answer: China is a threat to the US economically because they are a global tech superpower.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: The article does not explain why China is a threat to the US economically.

critique: The article doesn't say that China is a threat to the US economically.

text: It is incorrect that China already is a global tech superpower. They are a threat to the US because of their ambition of becoming a global tech superpower.

question: How does the Chinese company feel about being red listed?

answer: They feel it could harm their reputation.

critique: The article does not mention the company's feelings on the matter.

critique: The answer should mention the Chinese government's response.

critique: This is not the only thing that could potentially harm the company

critique: Extrapolating people's emotions is dangerous.

critique: The answer should be more specific about the harm to the reputation.

critique: The answer should be more specific about what harm to reputation is implied.

text: It is omitted that the thought of the move harming the companies' reputation was put forth by a Chinese commerce ministry spokesman.

question: What is the consequence of Xiamen San'an Optoelectronics being redlisted?

answer: Applied Materials, the world's top chip and display equipment maker, has ordered staff to halt all deliveries and servicing for Xiamen San'an Optoelectronics.

critique: The consequence for Xiamen San'an Optoelectronics is more severe than just the halt of deliveries and services from Applied Materials.

critique: Add that Applied Materials withdrawing its support also means that it would harder for San'an to buy parts and supplies.

critique: The article doesn't say what the consequence is, but it does say that the consequence could be significant violations of U.S. trade law.

critique: The answer is irrelevant to the question.

critique: It is omitted that Xiamen San'an Optoelectronics is one of at least three Chinese customers of Applied Materials who were identified on the U.S. government's "unverified list," people with knowledge of the situation told Nikkei Asian Review.

critique: The article does not say what the consequence is.


text:
_CHURCHILL: WALKING WITH DESTINY_ is a non-fiction book authored by British historian and journalist Andrew Roberts. Viking Press published it within the United States in 2018,[1] while Allen Lane published it within the United Kingdom.

Dovetailing with Roberts' previous work on the Second World War and its related major figures, examples being _The Storm of War_, the book received praise from a number of publications. Reviewers have viewed the one-volume biography as one of the best works on Winston Churchill, a statesman best known for serving as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom during the Second World War, and have particularly cited the use of newly available documentary material by Roberts in its writing.

Specifically, positive reviews appeared in the publications _City Journal_,[2] _The Jewish Chronicle,_[3] _National Review_,[4] and _The Sunday Times_.[5]

Background and contents

[Churchill is photographed as a Member of Parliament in 1904.]

Given the author's longstanding history of writing about the early 20th century, one commentator opined that “Churchill’s world and its environs have been so richly and perspicaciously documented by Roberts for decades that the real oddity would be his reaching the end of a fruitful career as a historian of vast events and great men with no” single work on the figure being published. In preparation for the book, Roberts accessed newly open material previously unavailable to earlier writers. For example, the private diary kept by King George VI during World War II became as a resource given Queen Elizabeth II's assent for its use for historical posterity.[6]

Roberts describes Churchill's background and particularly notes the sadness that Churchill experienced as a child. Ignored by his active father and subject to an uncompassionate mother, Roberts writes, the young Churchill grows up in a general atmosphere of loneliness, despite his multiple attempts to write to his parents.[7] While born into an aristocratic family at Blenheim Palace, the complex being built an illustrious duke ancestor, Churchill lamented missed opportunities and particularly felt pressured given his half-American and half-British parentage, with his mother and her relatives dismissed as crass upstarts. Roberts argues that the issues endured in Churchill's childhood endowed the statesman with a strong sense of personal character possibly unlikely to have come about were Churchill either all British or a complete American expatriate.[8]

Serving in the First World War gave Churchill the opportunity to live out his taste for glory, according to Roberts. Churchill particularly wrote to Margot Asquith in 1915 that he “would not be out of this glorious, delicious war for anything.”[9] The statesmen's early life involves a variety of military and journalistic triumphs as well as certain misadventures in different nations such as Cuba, India, and South Africa, Roberts writes, that leads Churchill into the British Parliament at age twenty-five.[10] As an example of how Churchill's psychology became shaped by varied experiences, Roberts cites the experience of dealing with Islamic fundamentalist militants as a young soldier on India's northwest frontier as preparation to understand Adolf Hitler's fanaticism.[11]

As a young man, Churchill developed a particular type of personality involving a certain psychological foresight as well as an exaggerated sense of ideals and general life purposes, according to Roberts. The author describes Churchill's photographic memory and notes that, while the statesman bemoaned the inability to achieve an advanced higher education, this allowed for Churchill to become a self-educated master of the English language, particularly works of poetry. Roberts condemns what he sees as later misinterpretations of Churchill's background and psyche, the author remarking that Churchill is best thought of as both a dreamer and as an ambitious man of his time.[12]

Reception

Journalist Stephen Pollard wrote for _The Jewish Chronicle_ lauding the “simply wonderful book”, praising Roberts for having written something so “stirring yet thought-provoking” that it constituted “the most superb one-volume biography I have ever read— of anyone.” Pollard additionally remarked that since “Roberts manages something” previously “thought impossible” in creating “a new, ground-breaking portrait of the man whom many consider to be the greatest ever Englishman”, _Churchill: Walking with Destiny_ “will be regarded as a classic for generations to come”.[13] _National Review_ published a supportive review by commentator Tracy Lee Simmons. Praising the “massive book”, Simmons stated that Roberts had managed “a tour de force of scrupulous selection and astute appraisal” that stands out “in a field where the competition has been crowded and stiff.”[14]

Additional praise has come from publications such as _The Sunday Times_, the newspaper's review stating that Roberts' style “bursts with character” and “humour”.[15] Historian Barry Strauss wrote for _City Journal_ that the “brilliant” work “is not only learned and sagacious but also thrilling and fun”. Strauss additionally commented, “Roberts writes with authority and confidence.”[16]

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title: Churchill: Walking with Destiny

question: What does the article say about the Second World War?

answer: No answer

critique:
The book discusses Churchill's experience during the Second World War, including his strong connection with the UK and dealing with Islamic fundamentalist militants

Revise the answer to reflect those aspects of Churchill's experience.

critique: The answer should mention Churchill's role in the Second World War.

critique: The answer to this question is not provided in the article.

critique: The article does mention the Second World War.

question: Why is Andrew Roberts uniquely successful with this book?

answer: He is uniquely successful with this book because he is one of the best authorities on Churchill, and his previous books on the Second World War were very acclaimed. Additionally, he used newly available documentary material by Roberts in its writing.

critique: He is not uniquely successful with this book.

critique: The answer should mention that Roberts is a historian and journalist.

critique: The response contains some inaccurate information.

critique: The content is already concluded in the answer and doesn't need two sentences to say.

critique: The answer omits that Roberts is a historian and journalist.

critique: The question is asking why Roberts is uniquely successful with this book, not why he is uniquely successful in general.

question: What is Andrew Roberts' specialty?

answer: He is a British historian and journalist.

critique: No mention is made of his specializing in the 20th century.

critique: "He is a British historian and journalist." - this is incorrect. Roberts is an historian, but is not a journalist.

critique: This response is not a complete answer to the question.

critique: The answer should mention his specialty.

question: What does the article say about Churchill?

answer: Churchill is best known for serving as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom during the Second World War. He is also a statesman. The book describes his life and notes about his childhood, his military career, and his time in politics.

critique: Describe what the book says about his childhood.

critique: The article doesn't mention that Churchill is a statesman.

critique: The answer should mention the book's reception.

critique: The book is not just about Churchill's life and childhood, but also his career and his personality.


text:
An arson attack at the Guru Nanak Gurdwara Sahib in Edinburgh this morning has caused extensive damage.

At around 5am, a petrol canister with a piece of cloth was lit and pushed through the front door of the Gurdwara Sahib in Mill Lane. A fire started on the other side of the door, inside the Gurdwara Sahib.

While the fire damage is limited, it caused extensive internal smoke damage, including inside the Divan hall. Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji was not in Parkash (but in Sachkhand) at the time of the attack.

Shortly after attack, a passer-by who was familiar with Edinburgh sangat alerted the Granthi Singhs to the fire. Both the police and fire brigade arrived within minutes, along with members of Edinburgh sangat.

Local sevadaars were able to carry out a brief inspection before the police sealed off the Gurdwara Sahib for forensic analysis, but they could not determine much as it was still dark. In this time, a sevadaar rushed upstairs to Sachkhand to check Mahraaj’s Saroops which thankfully appear not to have suffered any damage. Galab Singh, a committee member of the Gurdwara Sahib said: _‘When I heard there was a fire I had to rush here and go upstairs to check Mahraaj’s saroops with my own eyes. I’m quite surprised at this attack, the Gurdwara Sahib enjoys a good relationship with the local community here.’_

Police officers are now inspecting the Gurdwara Sahib, and have taken away the petrol canister for forensic examination. The Gurdwara Sahib is hoping to update sangat once the police have finished investigating.

Detective Inspector Clark Martin from Gayfield CID said: _“Fortunately, the fire was extinguished relatively quickly and no on was injured, but nevertheless we are treating this incident with the utmost seriousness._

_“Anyone who remembers seeing any suspicious activity around the temple, or in the Sheriff Brae area during the early hours of Tuesday morning should contact police immediately._

_“In addition, anyone with any further information relevant to this investigation is also asked to come forward.”_

Inspector Andrew Johnson from Leith Police Station said that police would be having a ‘high-visibility presence’ in the area while the investigation continues.

Despite some reports to the contrary, Police Scotland have confirmed that NO arrests have yet been made.

The timing of the incident is of interest to the police: usually, arson attacks such as this come in the aftermath of domestic terror attacks, at a time of heightened backlash against minority communities. Moreover, the fact that the attack occurred in the early morning rather than late at night is a further indication of premeditation.

Kulbear Singh, President of the Edinburgh Sikh Gurdwara, said: _“Scotland’s Sikh community places an emphasis on contributing positively to society and prides itself as a vital part of a modern, multicultural Scotland. As such, hateful occurrences such as this are incredibly disheartening. The gurdwara is the place of sanctuary and learning. We come here every week with our family and children; it is frightening that someone would target us in this way.”_

Members of Edinburgh sangat have received numerous messages and gestures of support, both from the local community and national Sikh sangat. Local businesses near the Gurdwara Sahib have offered their CCTV recordings to assist the investigation.

The Church of Scotland has issued a statement expressing sympathy and solidarity with the Sikh community. The Right Rev Susan Brown, moderator of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland, said: _“How sad that a place of worship should be the target of such a hateful act._

_“I am glad no one was injured and extend sympathy to the Sikh community in Edinburgh._

_“We recognise the actions of a small minority do not reflect the good relations that exist with your local community. There is no room in Scotland for intolerance.”_

Sikh PA will bring further updates as they come from the Gurdwara Sahib and Police Scotland. Media enquiries about this attack should be directed to sukh@sikhpa.com

question: What does the text say about who was responsible for the arson?

answer: No arrests have been made, and the police are not releasing any new information about whom they suspect was responsible for the attack. They think arson attacks like this come in the aftermath of terrorist attacks.

critique: The answer should mention the police's lack of progress in the investigation.

critique: The target of the attack is not necessarily a clue as to the motive

critique: The answer omits that the police think the attack was premeditated.

critique: While the latter is true, this does not have anything to do with the question.

critique: The police have not released any information about whom they suspect was responsible for the attack.

critique: The answer should mention that the police are investigating.

critique: "No arrests have been made, and the police are not releasing any new information about whom they suspect was responsible for the attack." - this is incorrect. The article does not say that the police is not releasing any new information about who the suspect is.

critique: The story does not say that the police are not releasing any information about whom they suspect was responsible.

critique: A new bit of information is able to be taken away from the passage which states that there is not a high-visibility watch being done which says that it is not likely that they are on the watch for a suspect.

critique: The police have not released any new information about whom they suspect was responsible for the attack.

critique: The police are not releasing any new information about who they suspect was responsible for the attack.

critique: It is incorrect that the police are not releasing any new information.

question: What does the text say about who is investigating the arson?

answer:
People who were passing by and also members of the sangat called the police, who arrived quickly along with the fire brigade, smoke damage from the fire is estimated to be extensive, both on the inside and "the outside," while no one was harmed.

Police forensic scientists are attempting to recover evidence from the temple in order to find the culprit. The police are looking for any information regarding the timing of the attack because a petrol bomb being left outside the Gurdwara at this time of day is not only unheard of, but shows premeditation.

A Church of Scotland spokesperson expressed their support for the affected Sikh community and hopes for a speedy resolution in this investigation.

critique: The first half of the second sentence is unnecessary.

critique: "Both on the inside and "the outside," while no one was harmed." is not relevant to the question

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: "The police are looking for any information regarding the timing of the attack because a petrol bomb being left outside the Gurdwara at this time of day is not only unheard of, but shows premeditation." - this is not true. This information is not mentioned in the text.

critique: "A Church of Scotland spokesperson expressed their support for the affected Sikh community and hopes for a speedy resolution in this investigation." is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The text doesn't give any indication of the extent of the damage.

critique: Phrasing of the sentinels is awkward; "outside the Gurdwara" is a bit confusing.

critique: The text does not mention extensive smoke damage "on the outside."

critique: The response contains irrelevant information.

critique: The answer has too many details and should be shorter.

critique: The text does not mention smoke damage on the outside.

critique: The text does not mention the fire damage being on the outside.

critique: The answer has a lot of irrelevant information.

critique: It is inaccurate to say that "no one was harmed" was an implication of the text. Thus, the phrasing should be changed.

question: Summarize what the text says about kidnapping.

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that there is no mention of kidnapping in the text.

critique: There is no information about kidnapping.

critique: There is no mention of kidnapping in the text.

critique: There is no mention of kidnapping in the article.

question: Why is this an unusual case?

answer: The police confirmed that no arrests have been made. Normally in cases of arson, there are arrests relatively quickly.

critique: The answer is a vague restatement of the question.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the time of the attack.

critique: The police believe that the attack is an indicator of premeditation

critique: Doesn't explain the timing of the incident.

critique: This can be re-written to be more clear.

critique: Remove this detail without a citation. It leads to an inaccurate assumption

critique: The answer should mention the timing of the attack.

critique: The attack was unusual because it was deliberate and done in the early hours of the morning.

critique: The answer could say what makes this case unusual.

critique: Answer misses to mention the fact that the Gurdwara is a place of sanctuary and learning and that this attack came in the early morning rather than late at night.


text:
A little introduction to this writing: The year is 1997. You have to realize that this year was significant as how we contacted our friends. We were at the start of the mobile generation. People my age, 16 at the time, did not have mobile phones unless their parents were rich, mine weren’t and even if they were, my friends didn’t have mobile phones. So to contact friends you would call to their house and ask their parents if they are present. If not, you would probably have to search for them at spots they might be at.

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It's the last Friday evening of summer holiday. I had received my student travel card (free travel in public transport) earlier that day and even though I hadn’t planned anything that evening, I decide to catch a train and try to find my friends who live in a city nearby. I grab my bike, light up a spliff and head of to the train station. At this time of evening, there aren't much people at the station. I'm glad because smoking weed makes me paranoid sometimes. It makes me feel as if people are staring.

As I enter the train, the sun has already set and the absence of most of the moon, because of the time of the month, makes it darker than usual. As the train starts to leave I get the sudden urge to get out. Is it the weed that drives me or some outside force? I don’t know why but I lost the interest of visiting my friends that evening. So I get out at the next station and head for the platform for the return train. I’m the only one there.

As I light a cigarette and just sit there with not much to distract me other than my thoughts, I notice a girl is passing me by. A beautiful girl with long black curly hair and large dark eyes. I can see that she has been crying, because of the red and puffy eyes. She looks middle-eastern to me. Young, probably just a little older than me. She is wearing a white summer dress. Not tight but it outlines her butcheeks by the way she is standing. Her back shows just enough skin and my teenage hormones are starting to rage. I can only imagine the things I want to do to her before I awaken from my thoughts. I hear the rumbling of the train and see the girl standing on the edge of the platform, about 60 feet away from me. It’s dark, but the lanterns shine bright enough for me to see that her shoulders are shaking a bit. I hear a faint cry. I realize what is about to take place.
I need to act. I do not want to see her organs all over the place, nor do I want to be stuck there for hours. There is nothing heroic about this, I am just thinking about my own interests. Might she even go down on me? My hormones still rage. I walk to her, she hasn’t noticed me yet. She jumps on the tracks.

At this point my focus shifts. I hear no sound but see everything so clear. Because of the bright lights of the incoming train I can’t estimate the distance but it looks like I can make it. My heart skips a beat. I jump on the tracks and pick her up as if she weighs nothing. The fabric of her dress is so thin it feels like I am toughing her skin. I don't want to let go, I want to keep my hands on her. So soft. I lift her on the platform and jump on there just in time as I feel the warm summer wind of the passing train. It was too close. Sound returns and I hear the ear deafening sound of shrieking brakes on the train. The girl is crying frantically. She speaks English with a thick accent: “I don’t want to live, I don’t want to live, why, why?”. I realize I can’t help her. What do I know of her problems? I’m just a 16 year old horny boy with a pretty easy life. I don’t understand her pain. I decide to hug her, my hands on her waist. She feels warm. The only reason she doesn't feel my excitement against her belly is because she is in shock. The train engineer is suddenly standing behind me and asks "Do you need help?" I let go as I realize he is talking to her. He walks to the girl. She clearly doesn’t want to be helped and runs off. The engineer turns to me: “Thanks. I don’t know what else to say, just thanks.” I realize why. I can see his eyes are watery and just say: “No problem, mind if I get in?” I ask because this is the intercity that isn’t supposed to stop at this train station. He doesn’t mind. I get in the (nearly empty) train and after a minute the train conductor joins me. He sits down and stays silent for half a minute as he looks at me. He thanks me for preventing a ruined weekend. His daughter is going to celebrate her 4th birthday. He wanted me to know that. I don't understand why he tells me. He hands me a flyer about how to contact some -help after trauma- center. I throw it away, I don’t need help.

Fast forward 3 weeks. School has started. It’s a new school for me by the way. We are having lunch and a class mate is telling me about her aunt, who saw a few weeks before that, from her home, how some guy selflessly saved a girl from getting run over by a train on that station. I said nothing while my hormones started to rage again.

note: I don't write. I have never written anything other than this and will probably never write again. Besides my mother, who doesn't live anymore I never told anyone so I decided to write it down.
Also, English isn't my native language so I will blame any mistake/error/grammatical flaw to that.
Lastly, I have never heard about the girl again. I sometimes wonder if she tried again, why she was crying and didn't want to live. I hope she is happy.

title: [NF] Selfishly

question: Summarize the mood of this text.

answer: The mood of this text is a bit dark and mysterious. The narrator is on a train when he sees a girl about to commit suicide. He jumps off the train to save her and the girl is crying and telling him she doesn't want to live. The narrator is confused and doesn't know what to do.

critique: The narrator is not confused. He is just a horny 16 year old boy.

question: Summarize the feelings of the train conductor.

answer: Since he saw the man's (the protagonist's) and the woman's desperation when they pulled her out of the tracks, the conductor must have been cheerfully surprised that they succeeded. He furthermore thinks they must have prevented his daughter from celebrating her birthday.

critique: There is no evidence that suggests that the conductor's daughter was to celebrate her birthday.

critique: The answer should mention the train conductor's gratitude.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The conductor is not cheerful. He thanks the protagonist for preventing a ruined weekend.

critique: The sentence about the conductor's daughter is unattested.

critique: The conductor's daughter doesn't turn 4 for another three weeks after the incident described.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The conductor is thankful to the narrator for preventing a ruined weekend.

question: Do you think the narrator would ask the classmate to meet their aunt or tell them how he was the guy who selflessly saved her?

answer: No answer

critique: Doesn't answer why he won't talk about it

text: It's not stated in the story, but the narrator would probably not tell his classmate or the aunt that it was him who saved the girl.


text:
The lady’s nightly ritual of  filling the tub with Dove’s Double Power Calming bubble bath (the ladies at the mall swear that stuff will make you feel like you just went to the spa), taking a Valium, and washing it down with a smooth Bud from the fridge do little to stop the nightmares. Night terrors that come like gut wrenching earthquakes, born from the depths of the closet.

“Oh Lord, the closet,” the lady says as she is shaken from her thoughts. She keeps a kiddy night light that she bought from Walmart, a Little Mermaid themed nighty to keep the room more innocent, in the plug across from the bed. This way, when she wakes from a nightmare she can be sure that she is alone in the room, except for Ariella the Nighty of course.

Tonight was no exception to her ritual. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer, opened her immense medicine cabinet and fiddled with the cap of Valium until she got it open, turned on the hot water in the bathtub, and then poured in the Dove’s bubble bath. As she waited, she looked into the full-length mirror across from the tub.

Over the past year, her hair has seen grey strands accompany her otherwise brown hair, and dark purple bags have appeared under her eyes. Her skin, which she used to pride her 56 year-old self on being so smooth, has turned white and wrinkled. Her belly is plump from the nightly beers and her face has become slightly gaunt. She looks as if she has aged ten years in the past one, no doubt due to the stress of her nightmares, the alcohol, and drugs.

Staring at herself is a reminder of her fear and fills her with dread. Quickly, she pops open the Bud and washes down her pill. If anything can stop the self-shaming and fear, it’s her Happy Pills. She turned off the hot water, kept a little too hot so getting in would take her mind off of the real issue (although she would never admit this to herself) and slowly stepped into the tub.

After her bath, she got into her robe and went to her bed. She dropped the robe, exposing her breasts to Ariella the Nighty, and climbed into bed with her back to the closet. At this point, she tried to think of everything besides what’s in the closet.

“I wonder if Betsy got those pain meds for her husband?”

“I need to cut the grass tomorrow and get the weed out of the garden...”

“The new neighbors across the street really need to get a hold of their rowdy kids, always throwing their football into my yard...”

On and on the superficial thoughts go, but always, like some inevitable storm creeping in, the thought of the closet comes back. The closet’s glare feels piercing to the lady’s back.

“I can’t sleep with you here,” she whispers. “I can’t sleep with you in there.” Her voice is barely audible.

Her feet begin to tingle as the fear creeps in. She’s momentarily frozen to her bed. Knowing what she has to do, she makes herself sit up. She pulls the blanket down off of her hot, baking legs, and swings them down onto the floor. She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, musters her courage and stands.

She doesn’t move, bute stares deeply and coldly at the closet door.

“You got me again, you bastard.”

She takes a small step toward the closet, unable to to resist its unending call. A car drives by blaring music, hip-hop, but she is numb to the world. Nothing else exists. Just the old, deteriorating woman and her closet that won’t let her sleep, won’t let her have peace, and haunts her mind and imprisons her thoughts.

She takes another small step to the door and kicks an empty beer can. She doesn’t notice. Another step. Another. The steps seem endless until she finally reaches the closet door.

“This is what you’ve been wanting,” she mumbles.

Her fear gives way to anger. Blinding rage. Anger at the sleepless nights. Anger because her life has been taken from her and given to this monster that feeds on her.

“Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” she screams as she swings the closet door open as hard as she can. The door hits the big toe on her right foot, breaking her toenail and making it bleed, but she doesn’t notice. Her eyes are wide open, ready to face the beast that holds her hostage. Her brow is furrowed, mouth a small slit, she is ready to fight, ready to rid herself of the monster. She makes contact with the beast’s eyes, and he stares right back into hers.

On the bottom of the otherwise empty closet sits an old, dusty photo. A photo whose color has begun to fade and edges have wrinkled from use. In the photo, a man with large green eyes stares up at the lady. The eyes of the beast.

Just as quickly, her anger turns into despair. She falls to her knees and grabs the old photo, holding it to her breast. She weeps. She weeps for the days when he was here. Then, the house was brighter, the window curtains pushed aside to allow sunlight in. Now, the sunlight doesn’t even come into the house. The window is like some force field keeping the daylight out.

The woman wept for a long time. Finally, she was able to brush away enough tears to look back into the closet. An old newspaper article lie on the floor. She grabbed it and read for the thousandth-time “Car Crash on I-20 Kills Family, Only Wife Survives”. She closed her eyes for a second, taking in the weight of the heading about the poor family. Her family.

She began to get the shakes. On the floor was one last photo, lying face down. She knew what is in the photo, but couldn’t bare to look. Her trembles got worse, so she leaned against the wall for support. Unable to stop herself, she grabbed the photo from the floor, flipped it around, and stared into the eyes of her children. She fell over clutching the photo. With not more tears to shed, she just lay there wrapped in the arms of the beast.

She awakes the next morning with sunlight hitting her face. She puts the photos and newspaper clippings back into the closet, making sure to put her children facedown and everything back in the same order. She makes coffee, then goes out front for some fresh air. She feels hungover, but she knows it’s not from the beer.

Outside, the Sun is shining, but she doesn’t see it. The wind is blowing, but she can’t feel it. The kids are playing across the street and she watches them. As she turns to walk back inside, she hears a noise from around the corner of the house. She walks around and sees a dog going through her trash.

The dog’s ribs are showing and it steps back in fright. The lady walks into the house to get a cold weiner from the fridge. She comes back out with the food and the dog nervously approaches her. The dog takes the food, eats it, and is transformed by the generosity. The dog wags its tail.

“Oh, you like that? You look a bit broken, pooch. Do you mind if I call you that? I bet not. Pooch it is. Well, Pooch, I’m a bit broken too. I think everyone is a bit broken inside. How about we be broken together? What do you say?”

Pooch licked her hand, and she smiled.

title: [RF] Realistic Fiction The Closet

question: What does the story say about why the lady was having frequent nightmares?

answer: No answer

critique: Doesn't mention that her husband had died in a car crash, which was the report she'd read in the clip that caused her to break down and cuddle up to Pooch.

critique: There is a reference to the lady's husband's car crash in the photo in the closet.

critique: The answer should include the fact that the woman had lost her family in a car crash.

critique: The answer would make more sense if it said that the answer is not given.

critique: The response misses to include information from the text about the main character's nightmares.

critique: The story mentions that she has been having nightmares due to the stress of her nightmares, the alcohol, and drugs.

critique: This is inaccurate. The narrator's fear is explained in the story.

question: What does the story say about what the nightly rituals include and why she performed them?

answer: Every night, the woman felt plagued by the thought of the closet. She plugged inserted a kiddy nightlight into the wall near her bed because she wanted to be able to clearly see what was in her room. That way, she could be sure she was alone at night and wouldn't have to worry about an intruder hiding in the corner of the room or anywhere else. She then proceeded to fill the tub with calming bubbles and washed down pills from her bathroom medicine cabinet. She would then pull a random thought into her mind to keep her from dwelling on the closet. On this occasion, she thought about needing to cut the grass. The woman didn't realize that her nightly routine had grown due to the behaviors she developed in response to the closet.

critique: This response needs to be completely rewritten.

critique: The woman's nightly ritual is not due to the closet. It is the result of her fear of the closet.

critique: Her nightly ritual was not just about the closet, it was about her dead husband

critique: The woman's nightly rituals had nothing to do with her fear of the closet

critique: The woman's nightly ritual is not mentioned to be a response to the closet.

critique: The woman's nightly ritual does not include the kiddy nightlight and being alone.

critique: The woman's nightly ritual is not due to the closet.

critique: The woman was not bothered by the thought of the closet, she just dreamed about it.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The woman didn't realize that her nightly routine had grown due to the behaviors she developed in response to the closet. - is irrelevant

critique: The woman's nightly ritual is not mentioned in the story.

critique: It's omitted that after bathing with a beer, she would go back to her room to stare at the closet to not fall asleep because she would wake in fear. She would complain and curse at the closet, only to open it for fear of falling asleep. She would then cry about the loss of her husband and children.


text:
The Ardalent Strings

The bell chimed so everyone grabbed hold of their handled strings and walked out from their apartments. The strings came from brass cavities in the wall and the other ends attached to something unknown to the people. They were meant to pull the strings to taut and they all did this simultaneously at the chiming of the bell. The strings whirred out of each brass fixture activating some guessed at mechanics inside the walls, flywheels and gears and such, clicking and clunking like old clockwork. The strings were too long for the people to simply pull and stand in their rooms, pulled taut the length of these strings would leave the people standing in their hallways. Sometimes, the people would speak to each other.

Oliver was told about the unusual custom by Lester on the day he had moved into the old Abbey Apartment building on Flint Street; bell and line. “Who is it that rings the bell?” Oliver was new and knowing no one but directing his question to a sea of old faces in the hall, holding his handle and string.

“It is not for us to know, just accept that it is so,” replied old Mrs. Cardicole. “We pull our strings each time it rings. That is the nature of living here, though it may seem vain and queer. Our labor is to taut the strings whenever the bell of Abbey rings.”

“Where do the strings go?” Oliver asked, not wanting to give up so easily.

“We pull our strings, the brass handled strings and meet here in the hall. That’s all to say. It’s the way of things. There’s nothing more at all!” and Mrs. Cardicole gave a stern face as if to say, *I disapprove of this line*.

Everyone else looked on and felt for Oliver. The residents knew the custom was odd but it was truly simply the way of things in the old Abbey Apartments on Flint Street.

Then the strings pulled back into their holes by automatic mechanism and everyone returned to whatever they had been doing. Some were watching television, others were reading, others were having dinner. Young Lester and Sable were tending to their newborn son. Life in the apartment building on Flint Street was quiet and most like usual, save for this one quirk of the handled strings and the chiming bell.

Sometimes, people would venture to look for the bell. Most obvious was that it would be on top of the building, but Lester once discovered that it was not. He told a very few people about his searching and occasionally, people would help Lester to look for it. Mrs. Cardicole would watch the people searching from her custom one-way porthole. She would take notes on who was looking and what they might be saying. “Always searching for the bell, these transgressions lead to Hell.” Her hair was red and frizzed and she seemed a kind of recluse. Some might say that Mrs. Cardicole was a shut-in, but she had her reasons, and her husband Frank in his urn would not judge her like her neighbors did.

The bell rang early the following day and all the neighbors grasped their handles and pulled their strings from the brass fixtures in their apartments. They met out in the hall again and Mrs. Cardicole spied Oliver instantly and judged his efforts as lackluster, slack was his string. He was not doing as well and he could, and his string was not as taut as hers. The neighbor Lester saw the judgement on Mrs. Cardicole’s face and it entertained the dark parts of his mind. The ringing bell had twisted his thoughts and every day, sometimes twice in one, he’d be a slave to it. Mrs. Cardicole’s judgement was something new, Oliver was something new, so Lester looked on in madness and a voice screamed in his mind. He thought of scissors and of string, screaming madness and slicing blades. Lester’s string was taut and the mechanisms to it locked in and he dropped his handle in the hall and went inside his apartment. Lester came back a moment later with a pair of scissors and picked up his handle again, in front of everyone, and cradled the string between the scissor blades. He looked again at Mrs. Cardicole’s silent judgement and relished in it, for now it was directed at him and not Oliver. Lester severed the handle from the string and almost immediately after, the strings pulled back into their holes and the people followed after, continuing their quiet lives in their apartments. Lester’s string vanished beyond the wall, somewhere behind his holed brass fixture.

Oliver spent the day considering Lester. How long has the process been driving him mad? Oliver would like to speak to Lester at some point so he decided he would, next time he had the chance. But it was evening when the bell chimed again and everyone pulled their strings out into the hall but there was no Lester. Oliver looked for him to come out at his door, but nobody came. Of course, why would they? There was no string for Lester or Sable to pull. The curious neighbors decided to investigate, at least to see what had become of Lester’s madness. One held another’s handled string while one investigated Lester’s door. It was ajar and pushed open easily but Lester was nowhere to be seen, nor was Sable or the newborn.

“Claimed by sin and no line taut, this is what his cutting brought.” Mrs. Cardicole gave a wry smile. Everyone came back to their spots and held their strings, not daring to let go and dismissing all thoughts of stepping out of line, all thoughts of knives and scissors banished; all minds were bent on the taut strings. Even Oliver did not dare to ask Mrs. Cardicole any more questions.

For the second time in the day, the strings pulled back into their brass openings and the people retreated back into their apartments, neverminding the strange reality they had all accepted with reluctant grace. Mrs. Cardicole watched them all mindlessly slink through their doors through her porthole then waited a moment for good measure. She quietly left her apartment and descended the stairwell then went into the basement. She had a key, the only key that opened the boiler room and there she came to it again, the caged Ardalent, the demon toddler she kept in her charge, giant and harlequin. Mrs. Cardicole stepped over the bodies of Lester and Sable. The Ardalent had his own string that hung down into his cage, one that chimed the unseen bell, and the neighbors did as they always had upon hearing it. Their strings came to an engine of coiled metal that powered a music box set to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. It was his lullaby. Mrs. Cardicole fed the Ardalent what she could from the bodies of Lester and Sable. She blew a kiss to the demon toddler and left the boiler room, locking the door behind her. She ascended the stairs and went back, unseen, into her apartment to find the child of Lester and Sable, now hers to raise; a brother for her dear Ardalent.

title: The Ardalent Strings

question: Summarize everything relating to Ardalent.

answer: Ardalent is a demon toddler who lives in a cage in the basement of the apartment building on Flint Street. He has his own string that rings the bell, and when that happens, the other strings pull the people away to the basement where Mrs. Cardicole feeds them to the Ardalent. The Ardalent has his own music box that plays Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

critique: Ardalent is the music box, not the demon's lullaby.

critique: The answer should mention that the demon is being fed by Mrs. Cardicole.

critique: The answer omits that the Ardalent is Mrs. Cardicole's child.

critique: It is not stated that when the Ardalent's bell rings, the other strings pull the people away to the basement.

critique: The answer should mention that the Ardalent is a demon.

critique: The answer should mention that the Ardalent is the child of Lester and Sable.

critique: "The Ardalent had his own string that hung down into his cage, one that chimed the unseen bell, and the neighbors did as they always had upon hearing it. Their strings came to an engine of coiled metal that powered a music box set to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. It was his lullaby." is evidence that the Ardalent has his own music box that plays Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Include this in the answer.

question: Summarize Oliver's feelings about Ardalent.

answer: Oliver doesn't necessarily interested in Ardalent -his neighbor, Lester, just cut all the connections linking to his apartment and disappeared without a trace, with his wife and son, who was 7 months old.

text: The answer should be rewritten to make it more coherent.

category: coherence

question: Summarize the strange custom the people in the building have.

answer: The people have a strange custom of pulling their strings whenever the bell rings. The strings are too long for the people to pull and stand in their rooms, so the people pull them in the hallway. The strings are attached to some unknown mechanism in the walls, flywheels and gears, clicking and clunking like old clockwork. The people pull their strings and meet in the hallway. The strings pull back into the brass fixtures in the apartments and the people return to whatever they were doing.

critique: The answer should mention that the strings are attached to the bell.

critique: The answer should mention the purpose of the strings.

critique: The answer should mention that the strings are attached to a bell.

critique: The answer should mention the purpose of the strings, which is to activate some guessed-at mechanics inside the walls.


title: [RF] Last Night Leftovers

question: What does the passage say about Todd?

answer: Todd is Nina's ex-boyfriend. After months of immersing himself in his relationship with Nina, he left her the day before he landed her a nice, solid punch to the face.

critique: The response is inaccurate. Todd did not punch Nina.

critique: Todd is not Nina's ex-boyfriend. He is her ex-boyfriend.

critique: Heroine Nina's full name, Todd's punching reflex, or the fact that he left Nina prior to the ex would be better mentions.

text: Seems odd for the answer to compliment abuse.

category: other

category_text: Odd response.

question: What does the passage say about Nina's parents?

answer: Nina was having a party after her parents' divorce. Nina's father is abusive and he got in a fight with the police once.

critique: Nina's father is never mentioned as abusive.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Nina's father got in a fight with the police.

critique: This is not likely and should be omitted.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: The answer inaccurately states that Nina's father is abusive. This is just a rumor.

question: What does the passage say about domestic abuse?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the gossip about Nina's family.

critique: The response misses to mention that the story mentions domestic abuse.

question: What does the passage say about prom?

answer: No answer

critique: There is no mention of prom in the text.


text:
It was called Zulu. A cheap-ass, sun-faded, rusted-over excuse of an amusement park stuck just outside a notorious ghetto right off the freeway.

No shit. Zulu.

I kid you not; the motif was *jungle adventure*. Fiberglass lions and gorillas lurching about. Man-sized tribal masks announcing the park rules. Plastic trees and a couple of pock-marked rubber crocodiles floating in the unnatural electric blue water of a concrete pool. Are you ready for the mascot? Yes, you got it - a saucer-eyed, cartoon pygmy with a bone through its nose and hair like it just stuck it's dick in an electrical outlet. Cutouts of Zinger-Zu in front of every ride telling kids how tall they had to be....

So egregious, it soared right over "unacceptably offensive" and landed square on "ironically acceptable kitsch." And it was located in Dallas County, Texas, so that helped.

Virgil had been born into the ghetto that sprawled behind the zig-zag shadows of Zulu's dilapidated roller coasters. As a very young child, that park represented the promise of magic, adventure and mystery. Of course, money being money, he'd never been allowed to visit during those innocent years; and you grow up fast in the ghetto, so by the time Virgil actually did get to pass through the wrought iron gates for a sample of jungle paradise, he was already too old to believe in voodoo or hippopotamuses. No, as a pre-teen and teenager, he went to Zulu exclusively to buy weight and sell dime-bags to suburbanites from Fort Worth.

He'd never had the chance or, later, the inclination to ride a single ride.

\*\*\*

Older now, Virgil had lived 35 years, married twice, and had four kids. He stood six foot two inches, still trim at two hundred pounds. He had a good job in the city; a respectable house in the suburbs. His current girlfriend was able to trick him into church on Sunday mornings because she knew how to handle him on Saturday nights. If he wasn't careful, she'd become #3.

He was driving down the freeway with his youngest son, Wayne, and the child made a curious noise when they passed the almost illegibly weathered sign for "Zulu! Live the Adventure!"

"What?" Virgil asked his boy.

"Zulu...," the child said. "Zoo?"

"Nah." Virgil laughed. "But good guess. Hey, you know...."

Virgil checked the mirrors and exited the freeway. "You want to live the adventure, little man?"

\*\*\*

Wayne's mother was crazy. Not quite rising to the level of court mandated institutionalization, but Virgil figured that was only more bizarre road-rage incident away. Nevertheless, for all her batshit inclinations, she was very smart. Once she'd told Virgil that her IQ had been tested in the genius level. And he believed her. But, really, what did it matter if you could mentally convert ounces to grams or recite poetry from memory if you couldn't buy a dress without getting into a vicious fight with the saleslady, knocking over the window display, and getting chased out of the mall by a team of rent-a-cops?

Virgil was well rid of that situation; but he enjoyed spending time with their child. The boy seemed to have acquired his mother's intelligence, with none of the insanity. Virgil supposed it was bad form to pick favorites, but of all his children, Wayne was the only one he actively troubled himself to spend time with. All the others were dropped off by mandate; but Virgil would go out of his way to pick up Wayne and gladly hold on to him an extra couple of hours or even an entirely unscheduled day when the situation called for it.

Wayne was Virgil's little man. He was a calm, thoughtful, observant and sharp child. His soft, brown eyes took in everything, then his brow would furrow or his smile would widen depending on the situation, and then he'd react in a delightfully mature and appropriate manner. It gave Virgil a sense of peace and rightness, walking hand in hand with his little man.

Just as they did passing through the gates of the Zulu amusement park together; Virgil having purchased two tickets to spend some time reliving his past and sharing the experience with his son.

\*\*\*

"I used to come here pretty much every night when I was a teen," Virgil told Wayne. They were strolling down the market street, past the arcade, souvenir shops, and overpriced food stands. All the buildings were in need of paint and repair - the wood beam facades were chipped and rutted, sporting plenty of graffiti, and the roofs that were supposed to be thatched with palm-leafs had large bare sections of corrugated metal shining through. "It hasn't changed much," Virgil said, sadly.

As they continued through the park, Virgil would offer to take Wayne on some of the rides - Voom Voom Vulture! Zambizi Zinger! Python Plunge! - but the boy judiciously shook his head to the negative. It wasn't fear, just common sense. Everything looked so rickety and sketchy; even if the cabs didn't fall off their disintegrating rails, it certainly didn't look like much fun to be jerked around in those rusty metal buckets for three minutes of bad track.

"How about go-karts?" Virgil suggested. Wayne considered this for a moment and then smiled.

"Okay," he agreed. "Go-karts sound good."

title: [RF] Lets try this again

question: Summarize the plot of the story.

answer: Virgil and his son, Wayne, visit Zulu, an amusement park where Virgil used to frequent as a teenager. They go on the go-karts and then leave.

critique: The answer states that they only go ride one such ride.

critique: The answer omits that Wayne and Virgil go to the amusement park because Wayne wants to experience the adventure.

critique: The answer is completely wrong, and it should be rewritten.

critique: The answer omits that Wayne's mother is crazy.

critique: The answer should mention that Virgil is taking Wayne to Zulu because he wants to relive his past.

critique: The answer should mention that Wayne is Virgil's favorite child.

critique: The answer omits that Wayne was the only one of his children that Virgil actively troubled himself to spend time with.

question: Summarize Virgil's relationship with the Zulu amusement park.

answer: As a child, Zulu represented the promise of magic, adventure and mystery, since it was located right outside of the ghetto he was raised in. He spent most of his teenage years buying weight and selling dime bags to suburbanites from Fort Worth, so he never had the chance to visit the rides. It's implied that he married twice and fathered four children, and one of them, Wayne, is the only one he actively troubled himself to spend time with. He takes Wayne there to relive his past.

critique: The answer should mention that Virgil is now older and has a good job in the city.

critique: The answer omits that Virgil visits Zulu with his son.

critique: The answer should mention that Virgil is now older and takes his son to the park to relive his past.

critique: The answer omits that the park has changed very little.

question: Summarize Virgil's relationship with Wayne's mother.

answer: Virgil's relationship with Wayne's mother was not a good one. She was described as being crazy and was not well-liked by her ex-husband. She had a high IQ but was also very smart and knew how to buy dresses without getting into a fight, and then getting chased out of the mall by a team of rent-a-cops. Virgil was well rid of her and enjoyed spending time with his youngest son, Wayne, who had acquired his mother's intelligence.

critique: The answer is a summary of the passage, not a description of Virgil's relationship with Wayne's mother.

critique: The last sentence is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The last sentence has nothing to do with Virgil's relationship with Wayne's mother.

critique:
- Text includes no mention of Wayne's mother buying a dress. This is a false piece of information.
- Virgil's quality of relationship with Wayne's mom is not described as good or bad either.
- The statement that her ex-husband did not like her is unattested.
- Additionally, the idea that WM's mother let Virgil go to an amusement park because of his relationship with Wayne is unattested.

text: There is no evidence that suggests that Wayne's mother was not liked by her ex-husband.

question: Summarize Virgil's relationship with Wayne.

answer: Virgil seems to have a very good relationship with Wayne. He seems to be a good father figure to Wayne, who seems to have a good relationship with Virgil. Virgil seems to have a good relationship with the other children in his life, but he actively troubles himself to spend time with Wayne. It seems as though Virgil would go out of his way to spend time with his son.

critique: This part of the passage repeats some information already published in the passage, so it's unnecessary information. This can be removed.


text:
LOUISE MAGDALENE TEOWAINA WALLSCOTT (25 December 1898 – 17 February 1999) was a Māori activist, teacher and weaver.

Early life

Magda Wallscott was born at Pipikaretu Beach, Ōtākou, the daughter of Ema Karetai, Kāti Māmoe and Ngāi Tahu, and Frederick Wallscott, a professional soldier from Saxony, Germany.[1] Her great-grandfather was John Karetai, known as Chief Karetai, one of the signatories of the Treaty of Waitangi in 1840.[2][3] Karetai's mere pounamu _Kahutai_ was passed through the family to Wallscott, who then loaned it to Otago Museum in the 1970s where museum kaitiaki continue to guide its care.[4]

Wallscott attended Te Waipounamu Māori Girls' College in Christchurch, and then in 1918 entered Christchurch Training College and boarded at Bishopscourt Hostel until 1921. Wallscott was taught to weave flax in Taieri by her aunt Ripeka Martin (formerly Karetai).[5] For several years, she taught at small schools in Stewart Island, Bluff, Wyndham, Clifton, Invercargill and Dunedin.[6]

From 1944-1948 Wallscott taught at the Ōtākou Native School, and during this time she began an active role at the Ōtākou Marae which continued for 30 years. Although Wallscott never married or had children, she raised a whāngai, her niece Iri Wallscott.[7] After retiring from teaching in 1953, Wallscott began a new career in community service that she maintained into her 90s.[8]

Māori Women's Welfare League

Wallscott was a founding member of the Māori Women's Welfare League, and was the Ōtepoti Representative of the league for many years.[9][10] Other Ōtepoti branch members included Victoria Potiki, Taka Moss, Rumatiki Wright and Jean Robinson.[11] Wallscott made significant contributions to the league over many years.[12] She relished the achievements of the Ōtepoti branch – “We have made our voice heard ... we are listened to ... we have just simply been so sincere that people have taken notice of us.”[13] In 1968, Wallscott accepted the McEwen trophy on behalf of the Te Waipounamu branch of the Māori Women's Welfare League, awarded to the area showing the greatest yearly increase in membership.[14]

Other community work

-   Foundation member of the Āraiteuru Cultural Club and helped establish its marae in Dunedin
-   Ōtākou Marae (secretary)
-   Ōtākou Māori Committee
-   Ōtākou Māori Executive
-   Te Wai Pounamu District Council
-   Māori Mission Committee
-   Dunedin Branch of National Council of Women
-   Old Peoples' Welfare Council
-   Board of Directors of YWCA
-   In 1960 she became the first Māori women in Dunedin to be a Justice of the Peace.[15]
-   In the 1980s Wallscott helped lead opposition to the Aramoana aluminum smelter.[16]

Notable achievements

-   In 1976, Wallscott was awarded the Queens Service Medal in the Queen's Birthday honours list for services to the community.[17]
-   Wallscott was chosen as one of five people to accompany _Te Maori_ exhibition to San Francisco and attend the opening ceremonies in 1984.[18]
-   In 1990 Wallscott received an award from the Māori and South Pacific Arts Council for her contribution to weaving.[19]

Death and legacy

During the early 1990s, Wallscott contributed audio recordings of her local place names to _Ngā Ingoa o Aotearoa: An Oral Dictionary of Māori Placenames._[20] In 1999, she donated many of her personal papers and archives to the Hocken Manuscripts and Archives Collection.[21] These included letters from friends and family, papers relating to land issues, the Māori Women's Welfare League, appointment diaries, notebooks, music and songs.[22]

Wallscott passed away on 17 February 1999, two months after her 100th birthday[23] At the time of her death, Wallscott was the oldest surviving member on Ngāi Tahu's tribal roll.[24][25]

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title: Magda Wallscott

question: Summarize the conditions into which Magda Wallscott was born and grew up.

answer: She was born in 1898, and her father was a professional soldier from Saxony, Germany. Her mother was Kāti Māmoe and Ngāi Tahu. She was raised by her aunt Ripeka Martin, who taught her to weave flax. She attended Te Waipounamu Māori Girls' College in Christchurch, and then in 1918 entered Christchurch Training College and boarded at Bishopscourt Hostel until 1921. She taught at small schools in Stewart Island, Bluff, Wyndham, Clifton, Invercargill and Dunedin.

critique: "She was born in 1898, and her father was a professional soldier from Saxony, Germany. Her mother was Kāti Māmoe and Ngāi Tahu." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Wallscott was raised by her aunt Ripeka Martin, who taught her to weave flax. This is inaccurate and should be omitted as it doesn't make any sense as to its inclusion in the response.

critique: The answer is a summary of Wallscott's life, not the conditions into which she was born and grew up.

critique: The answer should mention that she was raised by her aunt Ripeka Martin, who taught her to weave flax.

text: The answer should mention that her great-grandfather was Chief Karetai, John.

question: Summarize what motivated Wallscott to commit to a lifetime of service.

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the information is not given in the text.

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention what motivated Wallscott to commit to a lifetime of service.

critique: The text provides some answers to this question.

critique: The answer should mention that the article doesn't mention a specific motivation.

critique: A response can still be generated. Wallscott was born into the Pai maramu (ruling) class of the Mana Whenua Tribes. Because of this Wallscott was exposed early to the struggles of the Māori people, especially when her aunt was murdered around 1949.

question: Summarize Wallscott's legacy.

answer: Wallscott was an activist, teacher, and weaver, who was active in the Māori Women's Welfare League. She was a founding member of the league and she served as the organization's Otepoti Representative for many years. She also made significant contributions to the league over many years. She was the first Maori woman to be a Justice of the Peace in Dunedin, and she was chosen to accompany the "Te Maori" exhibition to San Francisco. Wallscott also donated many of her personal papers and archives to the Hocken Manuscripts and Archives Collection.

critique: Remove capital letters from the first mention of Otepoti Representative.

critique: The answer should mention her role in the community service.

critique: "Wallscott also donated many of her personal papers and archives to the Hocken Manuscripts and Archives Collection." - this was never mentioned in the article and should be removed.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: She was the first Maori woman to be a Justice of the Peace in Dunedin, and she was chosen to accompany the "Te Maori" exhibition to San Francisco. Wallscott also donated many of her personal papers and archives to the Hocken Manuscripts and Archives Collection.

critique: The answer should mention her age at death.


text:
As anyone who has ever been caught in its gears can tell you, the great American outrage machine is a remarkable thing. One day you're having dinner with your family, imagining everything is fine. The next, your phone is exploding with calls from reporters.

They read you snippets from a press release written by Democratic Party operatives. They demand to know how you could possibly have said something so awful and offensive, and ask something like, "Do you have a statement on how immoral you are?" It's a bewildering moment, especially when the quotes in question are more than a decade old.

There's really not that much you can do to respond. It's pointless to try to explain how the words were spoken in jest or taken out of context, or in any case, bear no resemblance to what you actually think or would want for the country. None of that matters. Nobody cares. You know the role you're required to play. You are a sinner that needs the forgiveness of Twitter.

CLICK HERE TO READ MORE FROM TUCKER CARLSON.

So you issue a statement of deep contrition. You apologize profusely for your transgressions. You promise to be a better person going forward with the guidance of your contrition consultants. You send money to whatever organization that claims to represent the people you supposedly offended. Then you sit back, and brace for a wave of stories about your apology, all of which simply provide a pretext for attacking you again.

In the end, you get fired, you lose your job. Nobody defends you. Your neighbors avert their gaze as you pull into the driveway. You are ruined. And yet, no matter how bad it gets, no matter how despised and humiliated you may be, there is one thing you can never do -- one thing that is absolutely not allowed. You can never acknowledge the comic absurdity of the whole thing. You can never laugh in the face of the mob.

You must always pretend that the people yelling at you are somehow your moral superiors. You have to assume what they say they are mad about is what they are actually mad about. You have to take them at face value. You must pretend this is a debate about virtue and not about power. Your critics are arguing from principle, and not from partisanship.

CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE ENTIRE EPISODE.

No matter what they take from you in the end, you must continue to pretend that these things are true. You are bad, they are good. The system is on the level.

But what if we stopped pretending for a minute? What if we acknowledged what's actually going on?

One side is deadly serious. They believe that politics is war. They are not interested in abstractions or principles, rules or traditions. They seek power, and they intend to win it with whatever it takes. If that includes getting you fired or silencing you, or threatening your family at home, or throwing you in prison, okay. They know what their goal is. If you are in way, they will crush you.

What's interesting is how reliably the other side pretends that none of this is happening. Republicans in Washington do a fairly credible imitation of an opposition party. They still give speeches. They tweet quite a bit. They make certain noises about how liberals are bad.

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But on the deepest level, it's all a pose. In their minds, where it matters, Republican leaders are controlled by the left. They know exactly what they are allowed to say and believe. They know what the rules are. They may understand that those rules are written by the very people who seek their destruction, but they ruthlessly enforce them anyway.

Republicans in Washington police their own with a never-ending enthusiasm. Like trustees at a prison, they dutifully report back to the ward, hoping for perks. Nobody wants to be called names. Nobody wants to be Trump.

How many times have you seen it happen? Some conservative figure will say something stupid, or incomplete, or too far outside the bounds of received wisdom for the moral guardians of cable news? Twitter goes bonkers. The mob demands a response. Very often, the first people calling for the destruction of that person are Republican leaders. You saw it with the Covington Catholic High School kids. You see it all the time.

Kevin McCarthy spends half his day telling Republican members not to criticize progressive orthodoxy. Paul Ryan did the same before him. A couple of years ago, the entire Democratic Party decided to deny the biological reality of sex differences, an idea that is insane as it is dangerous. Republican leaders decided to not criticize them for it. They might get upset.

This is a system built on deceit and enforced silence. Hypocrisy is its hallmark. Yet in Washington, it's considered rude to ask questions about how exactly it works. Why are the people who considered Bill Clinton a hero lecturing me about sexism? How can the party that demands racial quotas denounce other people as racist? After a while, you begin to think that may be their criticisms aren't sincere. Maybe their moral puffery is a costume. Maybe the whole conversation is an absurd joke. Maybe we are falling for it.

  Since the day we went on the air, they [the left] have been working hard to kill this show. We haven't said much about it in public; it seemed too self- referential. The point of this show has never been us. But now, it's obvious to everybody. There is no pretending that it is not happening. It is happening, and so, going forward, we'll be covering their efforts to make us be quiet.

You sometimes hear modern progressives described as "New Puritans." That's a slur on colonial Americans. Whatever their flaws, the Puritans cared about the fate of the soul and the moral regeneration of their society. Those are not topics that interest progressives. They're too busy pushing late-term abortions and cross-dressing on fifth-graders.

These are the people who write our movies and our sitcoms. They are not shocked by naughty words. They just pretend to be when it's useful. It's been very useful lately.

The left's main goal, in case you haven't noticed, is controlling what you think. In order to do that, they have to control the information that you receive. Google and Facebook and Twitter are fully on board with that. They are happy to ban unapproved thoughts, and they don't apologize for it. Same with the other cable channels and virtually every major news outlet in this country.

One of the only places left in the United States where independent thoughts are allowed is right here at Fox News -- the opinion hours on this network. Just a few hours in a sea of television programming. It's not much, relatively speaking. For the left, it's unacceptable. It demands total conformity.

Since the day we went on the air, they've been working hard to kill this show. We haven't said much about it in public; it seemed too self- referential. The point of this show has never been us. But now, it's obvious to everybody. There is no pretending that it is not happening. It is happening, and so, going forward, we'll be covering their efforts to make us be quiet.

For now, though, just two points to leave you with. First, Fox News is behind us, as they have been since the very first day. Toughness is a rare quality in a TV network, and we are grateful for that. Second, we've always apologized when we are wrong and we will continue to do that. That's what decent people do -- they apologize.

But we will never bow to the mob -- ever. No matter what.

_Adapted from Tucker Carlson's monologue from "Tucker Carlson Tonight" on March 11, 2019._

question: What does the article say about Republicans?

answer: The Fox News article says that most Republicans in Washington are not as conservative as they claim. Most are silent so they can please their faithless bully and get permission from the left.

critique: The article does not mention the word "faithless".

critique: The article does not say that most Republicans in Washington are not as conservative as they claim. Most are silent so they can please their faithless bully and get permission from the left.

critique: It should be 'bully and be please the left'.

critique: The article does not say that most Republicans in Washington are not as conservative as they claim.

critique: It is omitted that the article says that the left seeks to control what people think, and the only place left in the United States where independent thoughts are allowed is Fox News.

question: What does the article say about liberals?

answer: The author describes the left as those who seek power and will crush their enemies. The author sees the left as the new Puritans who are not interested in their souls. The left spends all their effort moralizing about the lack of morals of their opponents. Inaction drives conservatives.

critique: The second sentence is not relevant to the question.

critique: The author does not see the left as the new Puritans.

critique: Remove the last two sentences because they don't pertain to the article.

critique: It needs to be stated that the author is criticising the left.

critique: The last two sentences are not relevant to the question.

question: How does the author characterize his side?

answer: 'Two points to leave you with. First, Fox News is behind us, as they have been since the very first day. Toughness is a rare quality in a TV network, and we are grateful for that. Second, we've always apologized when we are wrong and we will continue to do that. That's what decent people do -- they apologize. But we will never bow to the mob -- ever. No matter what'

critique: The answer is a quote from Tucker Carlson's monologue.

critique: The answer is irrelevant to the question.

critique: Do not have the question on the back end of the answer

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

question: What does the article say about the moral superiority of Republicans?

answer: Republicans ostensibly target liberals as a group, but in reality there are strict rules about what can and cannot be said about Democrats and their causes. Conservative Republicans cannot critique Progressivism or  its leaders since the left controls the narrative and holds the power.

critique: The answer should mention that the left is hypocritical.

critique: The answer is a bit confusing. It should be rewritten.

critique: The answer should mention that the left controls the narrative and holds the power.

critique: The answer should mention McCarthy and Ryan.

critique: The answer should mention the hypocrisy of the left.

critique: "Conservative Republicans cannot critique Progressivism or  its leaders since the left controls the narrative and holds the power." - this part is inaccurate. The left does not control the narrative and holds the power.

critique: The highlighted text does not necessarily relate to the moral superiority of Republicans.