While the barge didn’t rock as much as the Churl’s Chore had, the walkway was perched directly atop the cargo, making it even less stable a duelling platform. Despite Lenz’s insistence we keep our skills up, my heart just wasn’t in it. I lost quite regularly, and the painful thump of a blunted blade against my torso became an all too familiar sensation. The wide ribbon of brown water had a current, but it was too sluggish to really notice. It was also far too slow for merchants trying to get their cargoes downstream to simply float with. There was a ready solution to the problem. It had not been hard for some enterprising soul to realize that rowing the river barges themselves meant the crew was left sitting idle while the cargoes were loaded and unloaded. So they used small tug-galleys to pull barges which were all but unmanned. The galleys could find a new barge to tow as soon as the rowers had rested, and the barges could be left at the docks for as long as the longshoremen needed. These galleys were essential for anyone wanting to go upstream, and needed to return downstream themselves, so the solution presented itself.
Our barge was not the most comfortable mode of transport, but it had been readily available, and made good time towards the Small Sea. Farms and forests rolled past to either side. By appearance, they were almost languidly lazing their way past us. Though we had the advantage of being able to drift at night, while those barges going upstream had to beach to avoid losing progress. We reached Zerhaltenberg in the pre-dawn gloom. I was jostled awake by the actions of the second tug that had come out to help guide us to the docks. Once the barge was secured, we unloaded our horses and luggage first.
“Is anything even open at this hour?” Johan asked.
“No place we’d want to patronize,” I grumbled.
“I’ll see if I can find us passage north,” Soren said.
“We don’t have passage?” I asked.
“It’s not hard to find.”
“If we can,” Lenz cut in, “Can we visit Gefrah on the way?”
“Why?”
“Because we’ll be passing it again, and we don’t have a tournament to get to this time.”
Soren and Johan looked my direction, ceding the decision to me.
“Doesn’t make much of a difference to me,” I said.
“What’s on Gefrah?” Ritter asked.
“Some farms, some temples, a knightly order,” I grumbled.
“Gefrah is home to some of the greatest temples in the Empire. And the Knights of Gefrah are regarded as some of the best cavalry-”
“We get it,” I snapped.
Lenz gave me a look and shook his head. “Would you two excuse us?” Lenz asked. Putting a hand on my shoulder, he turned me around and walked us a few paces away from Soren and Johan. He lowered his voice to reduce the chance they’d accidentally overhear us. “All right, Kord. What is bothering you?”
Seeing the sincere concern in my foster brother’s eyes, I let out a sigh. “Did you think I went to Zhalskrag to tour the sights, take in the waters and leave?”
“Well, yeah.”
“I went there to join the academy. They rejected me.”
“Well, they’re not allowed to take you. I mean heirs and holders of substantive titles are barred from joining academies of the arcane, or the priesthood, for that matter.”
“What?”
“The Temporal Lords Edict of Ernst the Second…” Lenz trailed off. “Kord, did you just stop paying attention to anything that happened in the past hundred years?”
With a snarl, I grabbed the front of his shirt and prepared to hit him. The look in his eye was not one of worry or fear, but sympathy, and a mote of pity. I dropped my fist unthrown, and released his shirt. I simply sagged where I stood, malaise seeping into the space left by the departing anger.
“I… I didn’t realize it meant that much to you.”
“Of course it does. Why would I cross half the Empire on a worthless rut of a pilgrim trail if it didn’t?”
“At least no one can take the Iron Diadem from you.”
“You just told me that piece of jewelry is standing between me and my dreams.”
Lenz frowned. “You know I’m not going to find the right words right now.”
I nodded.
“You also know that I don’t want you to be miserable.”
“Of course I know that, you’re my brother.”
“Lets go to Gefrah, see the knights, take in the temples, forget about Zhalskrag.”
“All right,” I said, with no conviction behind my words.
***
From the north, the island of Gefrah looked like a saddle. From the south, the comparison only held true if you regarded the fan of cultivated land and the irregular, lumpen peninsula as some sort of misshapen saddle blanket. From the sound of it, finding transport to Salzheim that didn’t stop on Gefrah would have been harder. A plethora of peddlers prowled the docks, trying to sell blessed baubles and lies. If they had been touched by the gods, it was unlikely some dockside swindler would be selling it. The venom in my gaze sent them scurrying to find other marks, and we were able to climb the road towards the citadel unmolested. The approach was a winding, narrow path between two redoubts linked to the central castle by imposing curtain walls. Tallying up the trebuchets, onagers and simple arrow slits, I began to boggle at the sheer volume of fire a fully manned defense of this castle would be able to put out.
“How did this place ever fall?” Johan asked.
“What?” I asked.
“The story Otto told at the tournament said Gefrah had fallen.”
“This castle was built after Jochen took the island,” I said. “Since then, no one has taken Gefrah by force of arms.”
“Little wonder,” he said.
At the gates proper, two squat, round towers glowered over the entrance to a tunnel that made an immediate switchback through a trio of portcullises and a pair of iron-shod gates, each positioned such that it would be impossible to bring a battering ram to bear upon them with full force. The passage would clog with corpses long before the barricades failed. A score of spearmen in red tabards bearing the severed ram’s head on tripod emblem of the Knights of Gefrah blocked the end of the passage. Their shields were idle at their sides, but they stood in perfect ranks, their formation presenting a wall of spear-points.
“State your business with the order,” the formation’s serjeant-at-arms called out.
Soren spoke first. “We seek the Grandmaster’s hospitality.”
“State your name.”
“I am Freiherr Soren Gost, adjutant to the Erbprinz Kord Grosz von Karststadt-Salzheim – him.” Soren gestured at me. The spears snapped up in near-unison, and the soldiers made an abrupt about-face. Marching into the courtyard, they formed a corridor of shields for us to proceed from the gatehouse. With a few sharp hand gestures, the Serjeant-at-arms dispatched a runner, who preceded us to the successive gates. Any one of the three concentric walls of the castle was a fortification to balk even the most determined attacker, though we rode in entirely unopposed. Indeed, the footmen guarding each gate stood at attention, silently greeting our arrival. The inner keep and chapterhouse of the Knights of Gefrah was little different from the outer precincts of the castle, save for the broad stair leading up to its gate. Men at arms in shining steel plate and red tabards waited for us. In the middle of their neat rank stood a solitary old man with neither arms nor armor. He leaned on an elaborately carved staff, and a gilded chain of office hung about his shoulders. His long, gray beard nearly touched the enameled plaque.
We stopped, and squires ran out to take the reins of our horses. Dismounting, I approached the old man. He almost audibly creaked as he lowered to one knee. Surprised, the only word that I could muster was, “Rise.”
“Prince Kord, I am Castellan Stuber. The Grandmaster will meet you in the main hall. I will show you to him.” The men at arms formed up as an honor guard around us as we ascended the stair. Hooded servants opened the gates before us as we passed into the gloom of lanternlight. Without a guide, the labyrinthine passages within the keep would have left me baffled. Which was the point, I suppose. After more than a few twists and turns through passages designed to bleed attackers, we passed through a double door. Tall, narrow, and terraced, the hall gave the impression of an amphitheater more than a meeting or dining space. Though there were tables on each terrace and seats behind each table, they were positioned such that no one had an obstructed view of the central aisle. A long, narrow stair led up from the aisle to the dais. Behind the throne-like chair at the center of the table there was a stained-glass panel. Showing a battle I did not immediately recognize, it was backlit by flickering fire, giving it a hellish appearance.
Rising from the throne was a solid, broad-shouldered man with silver hair and a neat beard. The cut of his attire was clean and simple, yet obviously well made. Red and black, it did not bear indicators of rank. His voice was powerful and commanding, though all he said was, “Welcome to Gefrah, Prince Kord.”
“I am pleased to be here,” I said, scrambling for a suitably polite response.
“I am Carolus Straub, Grandmaster of the Kights of Gefrah, and you are welcome to stay with us for as long as you require.”
Before I could say anything else, a loud voice behind me interrupted our conversation.
“Thank the gods, a familiar face at last.”
“Your Majesty,” Straub said, “You were not summoned.”
I turned to see a wall of knights blocking the doorway. I moved to look past the barricade of steel and muscle. Hengist III bristled in the passage, unaccustomed to having his way barred. Behind him I spotted Lothar and Andrei Banik, along with a man I didn’t recognize. The lack of livery on the last figure made him stand out even more. Smoothing his surcoat, Hengist turned to me.
“Please tell these men to stand aside.”
“What are you doing in Gefrah?” I asked. Annoyed at having to talk over the shoulders of the men at arms, I pushed past. They parted for me without protest. “I thought you had a war with Iokathra to attend to.”
“I did. And either Stefak is a genius, or he has more spies than we thought.”
“What do you mean?”
“Instead of marching south, he marched west. He caught my army spread out along the road. We were scattered to the four winds, and he hounded me into the sea. He’s put Bartel on the throne as a puppet king. I can’t rally the houses to me without Stefak dismantling my would-be army piecemeal.”
“Bartel?”
“My- My brother. You met him when he handed you the sword at Otto’s exhibition match.” I tried to remember anything about the kid who’d presented the overwrought longblade. Beyond being in the wrong livery, I drew a blank.
“And why is the Grandmaster annoyed with you?”
“I only arrived the day before yesterday. It was the first place I stopped since being driven from my lands.” Hengist took a deep breath. “I may have been a little undiplomatic with the Grandmaster.” Composing himself, he turned to face the far end of the hall. “Grandmaster Straub, I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies for my previous ill-decorum. I was under great strain and forgot myself. It was inappropriate for a guest to speak in such a manner.”
Straub glanced at me, then gave a curt nod. “I will forgive that particular transgression, given the circumstances.” He motioned for the men at arms to step aside.
“Thank you,” Hengist said, tipping his head and spreading his hands slightly. His tone and expression showed none of the resentment I’d expect of a king forced to swallow his pride.
“Now, I have met Baron Banik and his son,” I said, “But I am unfamiliar with your other companion.”
“Vogel is…” Hengist trailed off, as if lost for an adequate description.
“I am a man of many occupations,” he said, his accent sibilant and unfamiliar,[36] “Most recently, smuggling a king out of his own kingdom.” Vogel was a lean, compact man. He wore a dark oilskin coat over an odd pattern of leather lamellar armor. Cold, blue eyes stared out from under a neat crop of black hair. Something about him made me want to avoid turning my back and strike first.
“I believe lunch is nearly served,” Straub said.
Though the room was nearly empty, we still got split into three groups for seating. Lenz, Soren and Johan got seated at a table to one side of the aisle, facing the Baniks and Vogel across the gap. I was surprised when Straub motioned for me to take the middle seat at the dais.
“I should not displace a Grandmaster in his own hall,” I said.
“I insist,” he said. His tone was inscrutable, but the placement would put me between Hengist and Straub. I wasn’t sure what had transpired previously, but keeping some distance between the two was probably prudent. I found myself no more able to fully take the seat than I had in Freinmarkt and took up as little of the space as practical.
“Ever since I received word of what is happening in the North, we have been preparing to sail,” Straub said, “Should you wish us to march upon the Slagveld.”
I blinked. I’d pushed the mess with the Goblins so far from the forefront of my mind that I hadn’t even thought of asking the Grandmaster for aid. And here he was, preemptively offering it.
“I’ve been on the wrong end of the Volkmund. What have you heard?” I asked.
“Ritterblume and Salzheim are heavily invested, but nothing has been heard from Kirchner – by anybody. It’s as if the Margrave of Slagveld has vanished from the face of the Empire.”
“Are they doing well?”
“Impossible to tell, Goblins dig in like ticks. It may be years before the extent of the incursion is even known, let alone reversed.”
“The karstlands do not play to the strengths of a cavalry force,” I said.
“They do not. There will be no pitched battles where the weight of our lances can be brought to bear. But my knights will not shrink from such a challenge.”
Off to my left, Hengist spoke, dejection creeping into his tone. “I understand you have to take care of your own problems first. Might I ask for transport for my men so that I might join up with Freinmarkt-Ziegeberg?”
“Have you not the coin to pay your own passage?” Straub asked.
“If Stefak has not looted it, my coin is in my treasury back in Zesrin. Few shipmasters will take promissory notes from a king with neither a throne nor an army.” I looked at the resignation in Hengist’s eyes. I did not know him well. He struck me as loud, boisterous, and somewhat inconsiderate, but not an inherently bad man. Whether he was a good king, I could not say. Removing a pouch from my belt, I dropped it on the table. Gold coins bearing Hengist’s face spilled from it.
“I will pay your passage,” I said. After a pause, I made up my mind. “And I will accompany you. I have a… decent sword arm and an ornery, half-feral destrier to contribute to this fight.”
The hall was deathly silent. Everyone was staring at me. Except maybe Vogel. He might have been staring at my gold. A weak, half-smile cracked Hengist’s features.
“Thank you,” Hengist said.
“If you sail east,” Straub said, “Then the Knights of Gefrah sail east as well. We will have more of an impact upon the battles there. And if Freinmarkt-Ziegeberg is still a friend of Karststadt, then he will be able to send aid to Slagveld when we free him from his obligations.”
“What are you going to tell my father?” Lenz called from his table.
“The truth.”
[36] Based upon Prince Kord’s descriptions and those from Eugen Sulzbach, I strongly suspect that this ‘Vogel’ was a Byzeri who travelled west. I would still like to find him and get his story.
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On break at work.
This makes for a nice little escape from reality.
I like the imagery of Goblins burrowing in like ticks. Those little bastards.
I was looking for imagery of a foe difficult to remove.
Goblins. Kobolds. They’re like an infestation of cockroaches.
Are they inherently Evil?
Not if you don’t want them to be. They’re just so much fun when they’re evil.
Not evil. Malevolent.
Wasn’t there an urkobold at the old place? Not sure if they came over or swapped handles. Always read it as Urkle-bold.
I’ve gone with a middle road – Part cultural, part biological. They’re not ‘always evil’, but have a culture and biology that make that the easy route for them.
Once again, Kord gets surprised by the way others apparently consider him a Big Deal. Not that this is any comfort under the circumstances. (Something something greatness thrust upon ’em…)
Swapped my rental since I’m still stuck in Norfolk waiting on paperwork. Rental still says “Compact”, but I’m going from a Kia Soul to a Jeep Gladiator….
On the upside I won’t need to drive off base too often the next couple of weeks.
I do enjoy your writing, UnCiv, but I’m just not a fan of the serialized format (sorry, Animal/Mojo – its why I don’t comment on your fiction). I just like to read as much as I want when I want.
I bought this one, so I’ll be reading it in due course.
It’s a fun ride – I inhaled it a while back (which is why I, too, don’t comment on the installments).
Ditto
Me too, siting on nightstand now.
I’m not either, but you know, SOMETHING had to go into the Friday night slot.
I love the format.
/someone had to say it
Swissy asked me to throw up the pirate novel next, but I said, “That’s way more sexually explicit and gory than 1520.” He said, “Yes, please.”
I just don’t want to wear out my welcome with you all.
Not possible, Mo.
+1
THE POWER OF THE FIRST COMPELS YOU!
THE POWER OF THE FIRST COMPELS YOU!
THE POWER OF THE FIRST COMPELS YOU!
To what?
To be First. I mean, do you even?
Auroras are finally popping off
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpaqR1d_K0g
Popping around streaming services looking for Halloween content. I came across Freebie TV. It has brought back a great evil from cable days – pop up ad overlays during programming.
The local affiliate has those during Jeopardy! all the time. Annoying as all heck.
Movies! Channel both streaming and over the air has almost non-stop Halloween movies. I would be surprised if Pluto didn’t have a pop-up channel. As usual Tubi has almost everything. And Svengoolie has big plans on Saturdays.
Good news: the Ravens pulled off an unlikely comeback.
Bad news: I came down to Baltimore because Mom took a turn for the worse this week. I got here, she was sedated, I spoke to her, she opened her eyes and looked startled. Dead within minutes. She did hold out until I got here, a minor blessing.
Funeral tomorrow, then back home.
My condolences.
In some ways, Dad and I were lucky that Mom suffered a massive heart attack after only two months in the nursing home.
Condolences
So very sorry, OM. As a son who was unable to be with his mom at the end, consider it a major blessing.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
-Mary Elizabeth Frye
OM, I kind of thought that when you said Baltimore a couple days ago.
It’s always sad. I can only echo what the others have said. Were there any other family members there?
Always tough when it takes a death to have a family reunion. Remember the good times…
I blame Hype for my threading fail
Its’ Ted’s fault’ s ‘
Were there any other family members there?
Yes, my sister, who lives nearby.
So sorry to hear that.
My condolences, OMWC.
Glad you got to say goodbye.
Wow, very sorry for your loss.
Sorry for your loss OMWC.
Very sorry for your loss, OMWC.
Condolences.
SO very sorry OMWC
“To be rich is to have the chance to say farewell”
Sorry for your loss.
Sorry OM.
I’m really sorry. I’ve enjoyed reading about Mom. Publix chicken, wasn’t it?
You are both in my prayers,
Yes, that was one of her great loves. 91 years old, so she had a good run.
Sorry to hear that, OM.
Mater and Pater Dean are both in their mid-80s. They both seem pretty realistic about their remaining runtime. I’ll be visiting for Thanksgiving, and I hope to nut up enough to review their paperwork and plans for their last lap.
Sorry, Old Man.
Sorry, OM.
My sincerest condolences.
I’m sorry for your loss.
I’m sorry OM. Condolences and at least you were able to be there.
My sincere condolences to you.
Oh fuck man. I am so sorry, especially after dealing with my (((mother))) all weekend.
Glad you were able to see her before she passed. Condolences.
My condolences OMWC. I’m glad you got to see her before she passed.
May the memory of your Mom be a blessing.
It occurred to me your absence could be that, and I was hoping not.
My condolences.
Condolences as well. Being able to be there at the end was good, I was able to for both my parents.
My condolences, Old Man. A good run indeed. I’m glad you had a chance for a final goodbye.
My condolences as well Old Man. I am adding nothing new but I am glad you had a chance for a goodbye.
Be careful on your return trip if you drove.
“Hey honey, you know how you don’t wear slippers inside the house and the ones you had are put away due to the hell hound we got? Well, I got you three pairs of styles you don’t wear! Wait, why aren’t you totally over excited in an unnatural for you way? It’s because you don’t like them, isn’t it? You ungrateful asshole.”
So… the dog is putting some strain on your marriage?
It hasn’t helped.
Been there… and I loved my dog.
Another great chapter. Thanks UnCivil!
You’re Welcome
I’d say she’s tone deaf, but I think it’s just the massive arrogance of team D. They can hate the little people and rub their noses in it, and half the country will still pull the lever for them while the media will run cover.
She sent out some Tweet bragging about giving extra funds to Lebanon. Some $50 million to support them in their time of need to bring the total the US has spent to some $350 million this year.
Who the fuck wants to see that right now? Politicians used to at least have to keep this shit on the downlow. Now, it’s all right out in the open.
And I’ll go back to what I said the other day. FEMA claiming that the funds given to migrants has nothing to do with support for hurricane victims is like Planned Parenthood claiming that no tax money goes to abortions. It’s fucking ludicrous.
It’s incredibly tone deaf.
I’m guessing it’s a “wink-wink-nudge-nudge” to the Squad. A little token of her future position.
But why brag about it publicly? Right now?
So the loony left can say to their useful idiots, “See, she’s with us. She has to act like an ally of Israel, but this is a sign she will back our cause. We just need to get her elected.”
And no “serious” lefties are going to call her out on it. The press will remain silent. If any D congress critters other than Lump criticize her I’d be shocked. To the little criticism she actually has to face, she can just spout some word salad about empathy for civilians. I don’t see her paying any price whatsoever for it.
I hope like hell I’m wrong, but do you really think I am?
No, half the country is apathetic or demoralized. The other half is apathetic or owning the libs.
I don’t see Brooks on this thread, so I have no idea what your referring to. Assuming something America’s Wine Mom™ said.
The D’s are panicking about Michigan right now, and thisis a suck up to the Musclemen of that province.
Highly recommended: Sir David Starkey on Triggernometry recently. Interesting to hear a monarchist make anarchist arguments, seemingly witttingly.
Based on listening to this with her today, I think the wife has completed her journey from squishy NDP voter to full on anarchist (despite being a FedGov worker).
Expect her to be posting here next week. Still need to prepare her for SugarFree material.
Does she First?
It would be nice if someone other than me would.
You son-of-a-bitch.
Hi-yo!
Now You’re Messing with a Son of a Bitch – Nazareth
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RFeIj-xwEM
It’s possible that the Padres’ unis are worse than yesterday’s. Seriously, brown as a primary colour? The orange and purple ones of years past were far superior as baseball unis.
They were primarily brown for decades. It’s cool to see them connect back to that.
I get the connection to their past, and the robes of the Franciscan monks, and the colours of the surrounding hills, but I might go with grey with brown and gold accents for roadies. White with brown pinstripes for homes.
I just saw a Trump ad. Or, more accurately, an anti-Kamala ad. In California
What is going on?
Helping in specific congressional districts?
Yeah, I see both Trump and Harris ads in upstate NY this year. It is… odd.
Never saw a presidential ad in NYC in 25 years, ever.
I was thinking about that CP but it seems too disconnected.
Campaign consultants raking in their kickbacks on ad placements?
That’s as good an explanation as any.
I’ve been seeing a handful of Kamala ads in California during football games. I’m guessing it’s a national ad buy.
I’ve seen those too. I guess you’re right because she doesn’t need to advertise in CA.
In a very circuitous route, husband managed to get free VIP tickets and VIP parking passes to see Loverboy and Foreigner last night. It was fine. Bunch of old GenX fat, balding white people a little less enthusiastic than they would have been 40 years ago, but still having fun with the music of our youth.
Anyway, so Loverboy’s set wasn’t long, but it was a magic carpet ride of nostalgia. Foreigner was good, but the lead singer spoke, and I vaguely wondered why he didn’t have a British accent. The show got done and my husband said, “Well, Loverboy opened for a decent cover band, I guess.” ???? “There are no original members of Foreigner here. This is a cover band. Glad these tickets were free because I’d be pissed if we’d paid for them.”
The Band of Theseus.
And right now, this is as serious as I can get about anything because everything else is just too fucking depressing.
Lou Grammy, the original singer, is American. But he hasn’t fronted the band for decades. Why were you expecting a British accent?
Well, obviously I’ve been smoking something untoward. I thought he was British.
She was expecting a foreigner.
Lou Gramm is from my hometown, Rah-cha-cha.
Nearly all bands become the band of Theseus.
Screw you autocorrect. Grammy = Gramm.
Completely unexpected.
https://dailycaller.com/2024/10/04/fenix-fc-transgender-soccer-team-spain/
Real neutral headline here. https://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/bay-area-college-endures-transphobic-forfeits-19811785.php
“Anti-trans activists” 🤢
So even handed.
in protest of SJSU allegedly having a trans athlete on the team
“Only her hairdresser knows for sure.”
Dorthy Parker – “All movements go to far.”
I would say ‘All movements go awry’ as the notion that all individuals have equal inherent value does not mean equal outcomes for all. That is the non-sequitur being inserted into the notion of all men created equal for the purpose of derailing it. I still do not agree that the lunacy we are seeing today is the inevitable outcome of the enlightenment. I think this logical inconsistency is put forward deliberately to sabotage the enlightenment.
We have always had those that want to turn the clock back.
“If all men are created equal, that is final. If they are endowed with inalienable rights, that is final. If governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed, that is final. No advance, no progress can be made beyond these propositions. If anyone wishes to deny their truth or their soundness, the only direction in which he can proceed historically is not forward, but backward toward the time when there was no equality, no rights of the individual, no rule of the people. Those who wish to proceed in that direction can not lay claim to progress. They are reactionary. Their ideas are not more modern, but more ancient, than those of the Revolutionary fathers.” – Calvin Coolidge, my favoritest President.
In my humble opinion these are some of the most powerful words spoken in defense of Liberty. What we are seeing today is a diabolical rhetorical sleight of hand that attempts to use the notion of equal rights to justify some being more equal than others.
We will always have these people with us. How did we let them get so far?
Amen, to all of the above
Anyone know anything about this guy?
Cop seed his fellow officers lying and framing people. Quits and becomes an activist.
Woman is framed by police who have an informant plant drugs in her truck.
Despite obvious signs of a frame job, the judge sentences her to 8 years.
Activist sets up a fake grow house to trap police, saying they will usually lie on a warrant application and say an informant witnessed drugs on the premises or made a drug buy….
When the police raid and find an empty house growing 2 pine tree seedlings, they are confronted by a TV crew. They make the news and the framed lady is released.
And then….
The police raid his home. They have a search warrant for the videos.
They arrest him several times on misdemeanor charges that are dropped.
Then they have his kids taken away because they dangerously teach them that the government is out to get them.
Gotta love the irony.
He flees the country with his family and seeks asylum.
https://youtu.be/kSOkmOqnteU
One would think that this would be national news if true…
Judge Napolitano was on the case
Only if black people are the victims.
And the judge the signed the warrant for the videos?
Cops were getting something out of it…that means everyone facilitating this was getting something out of it.
Hey peeps! Get up and get cracking!
😎🍳🎸
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=w1yq_NVIeok
🎶🎶
I’m up but I’m not sure how to “cracking”
Sounds kinda racist TBH..
“Get crackin'” is short for Show Your White Privilege.
Morning, Glibs.
Good morning, U, Teh Hype, Sean, Suthen, Ted’S., Beau, and maybe cyto. (Up late or early?)
I have to get to work half an hour early today for a Zoom meeting about open enrollment. 😒
…and you, too, Roat!
(I mean good morning to you, Roat. As far as I know, you don’t have to get to work early for a meeting.)
How rudely early. (The Zoom Meeting, I mean)
Hrmm… 🤔 My calendar is empty today.
Why do I have to come into the office? I’ll just be sitting around bored all day.
Well, it has to finish before the branches open. And I guess one day this week I can leave half an hour early.
Well, there is that upside.
And you get next Monday off too….
I DO get next Monday off, and I’m taking the opportunity to take my required full week off work. I haven’t taken a full week off since Honey Harvest last year.
Zwak, coming at you from East Tennessee. My brothers compound outside Knoxville, to be precise. He and his long term girlfriend moved here from Reno, where he had been for 30-35 years, and bought a fixer-upper for cash out here, so I decided to come and visit, a five day drive. But, whatever. That is what retirement is for, no?
I do not understand how you east coasters, for that is the time zone here, get anything done! Glibs doesn’t get it’s morning edition until 9AM, RCP doesn’t update until the same time, it is dark (bro has an acre surrounded by trees, so no neighbors lights) with no ambient light right now. On the plus side, I am staying in his motorhome, so it is like a small apartment, which is nice as I will wake up in the middle of the night a lot and I don’t want to bother them with my issues. So…
Zwak update complete.
No, it’s the left coast that is impossible. Eastern time is the easiest.
That’s because you’re far west in the time zone.
I was out for one last mountain climb on Friday and sunrise was before 7, with dawn breaking 15 minutes before.
Besides, everyone knows the proper time zone is UTC.
No, Ted, only you think that.
Morning links drop at 8 Eastern, so not quite so bad.
I couldn’t cope with the bizarre left coast schedule for Glibs.
But if Zwak is getting the Mourning Lynx at 9am… Where is he actually?
suh’ fam
whats goody
We have a major hurricane coming to destroy our way of life, so bottled water and propane might as well be unobtainium
Does that count as goody?