In addition to funding the World Health Organization (WHO) - Documents show Bill Gates has given $319 million to media outlets to promote his global agenda

2021.12.03 02:03 BBJackie In addition to funding the World Health Organization (WHO) - Documents show Bill Gates has given $319 million to media outlets to promote his global agenda

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2021.12.03 02:03 _Cu_Chulainn17 Books are no substitute for reality

My favorite cereal as a child was Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Like a lot of kids, I just really really liked sugar. I haven't eaten it in almost ten years. Maybe I don't want to revisit it. Some things that you liked as a kid age with you. Like Looney Tunes. I watch it today and feel bad for the coyote. As a kid I just thought it was funny, seeing him fall off a cliff over and over again. Lately I've been watching retrospectives on Saturday morning cartoons on YouTube. Those aren't a thing anymore. But for some curious reason, I found myself at the library one Friday afternoon reading old Goosebumps books. I was really into those for about two years in elementary school.
Footsteps approached as I sat at the table with a stack of books. I could see two blue sneakers in my periphery but did not look up right away. Whoever it was was clearly looking at me. "Hi friend," said an unfamiliar voice. I looked up and saw a man wearing black jeans that were a few inches too long for him and a black button down shirt. He was skinny and had disheveled hair. He pointed to my books. "They giving you, uh,, goosebumps?" He smiled as if that was a joke.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to keep my voice low. "Do I know you?" The library was not very full but there were still a few people in here. The way that librarians look at me disapprovingly when I make too much noise always makes me feel like a first grader who just wet himself in class.
Instead of answering, the man sat down across from me. He grabbed a book off the stack. "This is a good one," he said, holding its cover up to me. The book was Phantom of the Auditorium, which is one of the better ones. Before I could say anything, the man put Phantom down and grabbed another one. This one was How I Learned to Fly, which is really good, but not scary at all.
"I didn't like this one," he said and tossed it aside. He was not keeping his voice down, yet no one else seemed to notice him. I glanced at the librarian, who was typing something intently and not looking in our direction.
"What are you doing?" I said, my volume slightly higher. "I don't know--"
He grabbed my wrist and squeezed so hard I dropped the book I was holding. It was Monster Blood, which is not as good. "Ms. Phelps' physics class," he said in a whisper. "Senior year. I sat to your right. We had P.E. together, too. You were really good at dodgeball."
I tried to pull free from his grip, but he held on very tight. It was early afternoon and the sun was shining through windows that went from the floor to the ceiling. After this I was going to go get lunch at the Russian cafe down the street. I have high standards for all things Russian.
"What do you want?" I said. I tried to relax but pain makes it almost impossible to think about anything else. The intensity of his grip might have even been enough to cut off circulation to my hand.
"Do you remember me?" he asked. I did and I didn't. His name was Morgan Forrester. But I'm in my 20s. This guy looked exactly like the guy I went to high school with but was at least fifteen years too old. There was grey in his hair and a few wrinkles on his face. I guessed him to be in his 40s. Maybe he was Morgan's father. But how would Morgan's father know who his son sat next to in physics class nearly ten years ago?
Morgan or whoever he was let go of me. I rubbed my wrist and eyed him warily. "Yes, I remember you," I said. That was a lie. Or was it?
The man grabbed one of the books off the table, stood up, and turned around. He raised the book as if doing a magic trick with it. But instead of making it disappear, he tore the pages out by the fistful. Nobody looked up. I watched in astonishment. Could none of them see him? I've met people who are drunk on their own power before. Perhaps they could see him but knew that he did not want them to look up. How he compelled them to obey, I did not know.
The man who called himself Morgan threw the remains of that book aside and grabbed another one. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and barely managed to restrain him from holding it up and tearing it to pieces. He slapped me with his other hand so hard that I fell over. The librarian looked up. I stood up, my ears ringing. Morgan circled the table and stood in front of me. He grabbed me by both wrists and pulled me closer to him. I swore I'd seen that move in a TV show about domestic abuse once. "What is this about?" I asked. My volume was normal now. The librarian stood up and approached. "I never picked on you," I said.
"You didn't pick on anyone," he said. "You just sat there all day with your nose buried in some book."
He was right about that. I was a total bookworm in high school. In college I realized that reading books was my way of keeping people at arm's length. I could relate to the problems of fictional people but not real ones. These days, I read mostly philosophy and self-help. But I don't read as much anymore. I don't think I need to.
"Sir," said the librarian. "You need to keep your voice down. If you can't do that, I will have to ask you to leave." She was standing five feet away but never once looked at Morgan. Her eyes were focused on me. Even if she was only pretending to not be able to see him, she was doing an excellent job.
Morgan squeezed my wrists so hard I thought they would break. I cried out, then stifled it. The librarian watched, impassive. "Apologize to her," said Morgan. For a second I imagined him breaking my wrists. My girlfriend would have to wipe my butt for weeks. As a trauma nurse, she's probably had to deal with stuff way worse than that.
"I'm sorry," I said, then realized that I didn't mean it. "It's just that, you see, well, I fucking hate books." I headbutted Morgan. He let go of me, probably more out of surprise than pain. I turned to the librarian. "Can you see him?" I asked. She didn't look at me or say anything at all. I waved a hand in front of her face. She blinked but still did not say anything. I looked at Morgan, who was blinking like someone had thrown sand in his eyes. I must have hit his nose. My head throbbed. Headbutting is a little like punching someone in the face, in that it hurts you almost as much as it hurts them.
"I never left," said Morgan. "I didn't graduate. I got older but never left. I was a janitor. Then I was a teacher. Last week, they fired me. I went out to see if it's happened to anyone else. But here you are, living your life like normal. You aged at the right speed. Why did the school do that to me? I couldn't leave. Some people, they graduate but can't move on. I couldn't leave. I try to go somewhere and then I'm right back in the teacher's lounge. I slept in the basement like a homeless person. Everyone forgot about me, my family and friends. What the fuck?"
"It's because you didn't really want to leave until now," said the librarian. She was looking at Morgan. She could see him after all. "Your friend liked books but not like you did. You spent all your time in the library. But you kept rereading the same books over and over even when it got boring. Not to learn anything, just to escape."
Morgan stared at her. "You worked there?" he said. "I don't remember you."
"I work at a lot of libraries," said the librarian. "Nobody ever pays attention to me except when they need something." Now that I thought about it, she seemed generic. Everything about her, from the oversized glasses to the mom jeans and shoulder-length, sandy blonde hair looked like exactly what I picture when I hear the word "librarian". There was nothing distinctive about her at all. Her face had wrinkles in it, but they seemed painted on by a makeup artist. She advanced on Morgan. He looked younger now. His wrinkles had disappeared but there was still gray in his hair.
"I watch everyone," said the librarian. "I know who's here to learn something and who's here just because they hate the outside world. You thought your life was bad because your mom died and your dad treated you like shit. So you wrote in your journal that everyone was mean to you and you were going to kill everyone. You were never going to actually do it but you fantasized that somebody would find that journal and try to talk you out of doing it. Because that way you could feel persecuted without having to actually do something bad. You suck, Morgan. You can't even fail right."
Morgan looked young. The gray in his hair had disappeared. He looked younger than I did now, like he was back in high school. My parents got divorced when I was sixteen. It fucked me up but I don't know if it's what caused me to withdraw into books. Maybe I'd been looking for an excuse to shut myself off from people and having divorced parents was upsetting but not exactly traumatic. Morgan, though, I barely remembered him. He had seemed nice enough, more confident around girls than I was. I guess he had a dark side, just one buried so deep that even he didn't know about it.
The librarian grabbed Morgan's wrists and pulled him close just like he had done with me. She was very strong for a middle-aged woman. He looked terrified. "What are you going to do to me?" he said.
She let go of his wrists. Though she was not facing me I could swear that she was smiling. She grabbed his ear. "I'm going to tell your mother about you," she said. She marched away, dragging him behind her. Nobody in the library looked up. Maybe they were just really engrossed in their own books.
Morgan and the librarian left out the emergency exit. No alarm sounded, at least, not that I could hear. A few minutes later the librarian reentered through the emergency exit. She approached the table where I had been sitting and looked at the torn book on the ground. "What happened here?" she said.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'll pay for it."
"I asked what happened," she said, her tone a bit colder.
"I guess I wanted to see if something that I liked as a kid was still good," I said.
"And is it?"
"Not really," I said.
"It's always like that, isn't it?" she said, and walked away. I threw the remnants of the book away, put the rest back on the shelf, and left. Since then I have not felt the need to revisit Goosebumps. Maybe I'll try another author who I liked at that age. Maybe not.
I visited my school's website when I got home just to see if Morgan was mentioned there. The staff page said that he had been teaching algebra there for just a few years now. In his photo, he looked like a man in his 20s. Was it just me, or was there something dead in his eyes and forced about his smile? He was the correct age again, yet something told me he was just as trapped as someone who literally could not leave school. I wondered if I should try to find him on social media. Ultimately, I decided against it.
I'm not the person I was in high school. But some things never change. I thought of that while eating at the Russian cafe. For some reason, food always helps me understand.
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2021.12.03 02:03 ICE-Ghost- Worked on OC and now will work on other OCs

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2021.12.03 02:03 Momsterwerewolf-5324 I love my human

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2021.12.03 02:03 bouncybare Players 8 slider on console is pretty trash.

I was pretty stoked to hear they undid the error that was removing the players8 function from console, only to find out it resets back to players1 every single game.
In a game where long monotonous sessions of grinding and restarting is the norm for many, why would they make this decision do you think? I don't want to open my options every single game to change the slider.
I don't need to be wrapped in bubble wrap to ensure I don't accidentally forget to change it and wander out and die, let me set and forget pls, damn..
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2021.12.03 02:03 CandyStrict7152 ITAP of a house

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2021.12.03 02:03 Nusrathjahan Tunefmofficial is a global music marketplace and local community that enables artists

Tunefmofficial is a global music marketplace and local community that enables artists to showcase and sell their music directly to fans on their own social music store. $JAM $HBAR #NFTs #Crypto #TUNEFM
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2021.12.03 02:03 Rmon_34 This is the way

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2021.12.03 02:03 mailrameshnarayan Namrita Malla (New)

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2021.12.03 02:03 Leather_Ad3336 The Daily Check-In for Friday, December 3rd: Just for today, I am NOT drinking!

*We may be anonymous strangers on the internet, but we have one thing in common. We may be a world apart, but we're here together!*

**Welcome to the 24 hour pledge!**

I'm pledging myself to not drinking today, and invite you to do the same.

Maybe you're new to /stopdrinking and have a hard time deciding what to do next. Maybe you're like me and feel you need a daily commitment or maybe you've been sober for a long time and want to inspire others.

It doesn't matter if you're still hung over from a three day bender or been sober for years, if you just woke up or have already completed a sober day. For the next 24 hours, lets not drink alcohol!

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**This pledge is a statement of intent.** Today we don't set out *trying* not to drink, we make a conscious decision *not to drink*. It sounds simple, but all of us know it can be hard and sometimes impossible. The group can support and inspire us, yet only one person can decide if we drink today. Give that person the right mindset!

What happens if we can't keep to our pledge? We give up or try again. And since we're here in /stopdrinking, we're not ready to give up.

**What this is:** A simple thread where we commit to not drinking alcohol for the next 24 hours, posting to show others that they're not alone and making a pledge to ourselves. Anybody can join and participate at any time, you do not have to be a regular at /stopdrinking or have followed the pledges from the beginning.

**What this isn't:** A good place for a detailed introduction of yourself, directly seek advice or share lengthy stories. You'll get a more personal response in your own thread.

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This post goes up at:

- US - Night/Early Morning
- Europe - Morning
- Asia and Australia - Evening/Night

A link to the current Daily Check-In post can always be found near the top of the sidebar.

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"I have always felt that laughter in the face of reality is probably the finest sound there is and will last until the day when the game is called on account of darkness. In this world, a good time to laugh is any time you can."
-Linda Ellerbee
Hello to Friday and everyone checking in! Today, Iโ€™m interested in your experience with a sense of humor in sobriety. Laughter can be a pivotal part of recovery, helping us cope and move forward in situations that challenge us, or just find more joy in the everyday. In a stressful moment, what a gift it is when something makes us laugh out loud. Okay, except maybe in a situation where you shouldn't laugh, and the effort not to makes you want to laugh even harder. Laughter can redeem a depressing situation by providing a break and a new perspective. The mood of a room can suddenly change when all sides in a conflict dissolve into shared laughter. Humor can create new connections; you can see the human being in a stranger when you share a laugh.
Getting and staying sober is not always fun or funny. It's a difficult process practicing new habits, and deciding on other actions I need to do to support my sobriety. With that, Iโ€™m learning to take myself less seriously and look forward to more joy in the funny moments.
Switching topics for a moment, if you have at least 30 days sober and would like to host the DCI, please reach out to u/SaintHomer to express your interest and get on the schedule. Hosting is a very positive experience. I encourage you to do it! Setting a daily intention is one of the best ways to begin the day.
Thanks for checking in, and IWNDWYT
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2021.12.03 02:03 Druintyr What does Ash Legion say?

Was looking all over trying to find the Ash equivalent of "Rely on iron, not false gods". The Blood legion has "Rely on strength, not false gods". So does anyone know Ash Legion's version of it?
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2021.12.03 02:03 pmni '"GOD cares"' for you.

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2021.12.03 02:03 wiggleypancake Who here has employers that do employee of the month?

Not sure if this is the right place to post but don't know where else it could go.
Today I won employee of the month and got a $1k bonus. I'm absolutely over the moon and very happy to know how much my employer appreciates my hard work. I now see why they do employee of the month. It seems that these days there are very few employers who do employee of the month so I want to know how many of your employers do it.
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2021.12.03 02:03 HibikiSS Iranian condensate cargo expected to discharge in Venezuela's port.

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2021.12.03 02:03 Tharknight Peter's inner reaction when some random guy tells he's just a kid

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2021.12.03 02:03 Thememer1924 Do any of you have girls in any of your classes that constantly talk?

I do and itโ€™s so annoying when Iโ€™m trying to listen to the teacher and I hear whispering. Or even when the teacher has kindly asked them to be quiet they still feel the need talk. Like please save your tea spilling or telling your friends what you did on the weekend for later.
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2021.12.03 02:03 CrescentGaming Best Christmas Ever : Irony of Nightmare

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2021.12.03 02:03 OneTrueMercyMain Has anyone else ever had a candle seal shut?

I went to burn my crushed candy cane tonight and it was sealed shut after just 2 burns. Customer support has been amazing but she was like "oh that's a new one" when I told her what happened.
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2021.12.03 02:03 Symmetrix8530 Landing of sparrows

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