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Tower of London! I love this place steeped in history. I remember visiting a long time ago and loving the stories told by the Beefeaters, tales of intrigue, imprisonment, execution & torture.
Behold the prison mugshot of disgraced, twice-impeached former president Donny tRump — arrested for conspiracy to overthrow the Constitution of the United States of America — taken when tRump surrendered to authorities at the Fulton County Jail, in Atlanta, Georgia, USA.
Soon thereafter, tRump was released, pending trial.
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Treasonous “Strategery” At Play As Trump & Traitors Assault American Democracy - IMRAN™
It is possible that the whole failed coup d’état by Trump, traitors , and other enemies of American democracy also has a treasonous “strategery” (a “word” uttered by George W. Bush!) behind it. This failed attempt can have a followup element. Otherwise shameless lapdog VP Mike Pence may be in cahoots with Trump based on a plan created while traitor William Barr was still Attorney General. He could use these events and do a pre-planned execution of the 25th Amendment, and remove Donald Trump from power.
He would become (acting )President until the inauguration of President Joseph Biden. He would then use the remaining days of this terrible administration to issue pardons to Donald Trump and his family & fellow criminals.
If they really want to set the stage for Trump’s wishes, Pence could install Trump’s daughter-wife Ivanka Trump as Vice-President. That short time would still practically make her the “first woman Vice President“ before rightfully elected Kamala Harris takes office.
It would also set up Trump to try for elections (even claiming a right to have two future terms since he wouldn’t have “completed” this term). Additionally, failing that happening, it would give Ivanka Trump a faux “legitimacy” of being a viable future candidate.
This may not happen, but I’m glad I wasn’t a member of the team of traitors in Team Trump to have given them these ideas!
Imran Anwar
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A line drawn in the sand,
and we both know
I'm not about to bury myself.
Sinking in my footsteps,
but not coming up for air.
A firm foundation of beating hearts
is blistering enough on the surface.
Closing in and holding out my breath
hoping to mend the wounds
opened by years of digging out.
We fight fire with fire
and you'll run back to your
circle of friends.
They won't help you now.
We drew a line in the sand
and this time it's now or never.
Go ahead, burn your bridges
but only if you can swim
deep in the sea of disbelief.
This time your screams won't be heard.
You will fight this battle
but we'll take you out so quickly
that you and your so-called army
couldn't see us coming.
Fight this battle.
We'll tear you down to the ground.
We can't stop now.
We were born for battle,
without vision we will die.
We were born for battle,
against the tide of compromise.
There is life in this.
The places so close can take you so far.
We won't trust our eyes to keep us there.
-Death to Traitors, Beloved.
Not sure if anyone here knows who Beloved was, they were one of my dad's favorite bands a few years back. When they broke up he was so sad. And boy do I mean sad. I don't think he's ever been so sad about a band breaking up. lol. Anyway, while I was editing this I thought about the ong and him, so here it is. First time doing this kind of thing. Hope you guys like it. If you want to View On Black.
I'm dedicating this little number to Jeff
The infamous gate leads to the more than 250-year-old palace of Mir Jafar, where betrayal and treachery took place on July 2, 1757. Mir Jafar and his son Mir Miran killed the then king of Bengal, Nawab Siraj ud Daulah to become king himself in collusion with the British East India Company. This was followed by the great Battle of Plassey (Palashi in Bengali) in which the East India Company forces defeated the Nawab"s forces leading to the annexation of east India.
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No Honor Among Thieves, Traitors, & Trump - IMRAN™
Department of Big Surprises. NOT! Trump Trying To Screw Giuliani On Legal Bill Payments. Awww! Who could’ve imagined that! 😂
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At the far left the Traitors' Gate.
civilians turned in two of the deserters this morning... they were found guilty and sentenced to death... the sentence was carried out at 5pm this evening...
“For conspiracy against the Prince, the spreading of misinformation, and attempted murder, Tyrel Escavar is sentenced to death!”
The crowd roared as the frantic young man was brought forward, his hands bound behind his back. The executioner forced him to his knees, then pressed his face to the chopping block.
“No please, there’s been a mistake!” The man cried as he struggled.
Trenton clenched his teeth. There was no mistake, he knew that, the investigation had revealed Tyrel’s guilt and implicated half a dozen others who were being held on suspicion. As the Governor of Port Valiant it was his duty to be present for the executions although he hated it. He had killed his fair share of men in combat, but somehow the execution of dangerous criminals turned his stomach.
The executioner’s sword fell cutting off Tyrel’s desperate pleas. The crowd roared as his head fell into the empty basket, it would not be alone for long.
“For multiple accounts of armed robbery, theft, and assault, Gregor Kartright is sentenced to death!”
And so it continued. Trenton stood firm and watched each execution. One by one they came, struggling or resigned, begging or cursing, until the basket was full and the crowd’s bloodlust sated. Then the Vice Councilor sent them back to their mundane lives and Trenton entered the Hall of Justice, on whom’s steps still flowed the blood of traitors and thieves.
This is a build for both the Loreos LC XXIV and the Colonization Global Challenge for Lands of Roawia.
Taken by Drew D. Drakul-Blackheart, Owner of Drakul-Blackheart Imagery Studios. Taken at Traitors Wood: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunset%20Shore/239/180/1701
Utata is doing a project (when isn't Utata doing a project, really?) called "Utata Speaks" which will get participants to create a photo essay about... whatever they want to, I suppose. I've never created a photo essay before, but I figured that I might as well give it a shot, and set about thinking up an idea. My father is an immigrant from Yemen, and I've never been there, don't speak the language, am such an outsider yet I've been fascinated by the culture created by the immigrants since I was a young girl stepping in and out of that world. When I saw my father on Father's Day, I spoke to him about my idea about taking some photographs to document the immigrant culture in the city where he lives and asked whether it would be okay and if he'd talk to some people about it for me and he said okay. And that was how we left it.
I went to visit him today and brought my camera along thinking that I might as well get at least some of my pictures taken today. We got in the car and I asked "Remember that project I talked to you about?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Well..."
"Why are you doing this?"
I explained the project to him again as I drove toward my first location. He said, "They think you're going to sell their pictures to the FBI."
"Um. I'm not."
"I know."
"Um."
So, photo essay scrapped, we went to a drive-in for some root beer, because root beer is good on a hot summer day when all of your well-intentioned creative plans are hit head-on by post-9/11 paranoia within your ethnic group. That's just a tip from me to you. You know, in case you ever find yourself in that sort of situation.
Anyway.
Driving home, I felt my level of insane pissed-off-ness rising to near-dangerous levels. But I couldn't decide who I was mad at. I wasn't angry with my dad, and I wasn't even particularly angry with the people who had refused to let me photograph them -- they were totally within their rights. But what the fuck, hey? It's not that any of these people are terrorists, but since the autumn of 2001, they're automatically seen as criminals in the eyes of so many that I imagine it's hard to trust people from outside the immediate community. I get it. It's not like the FBI hasn't been there. It's a large community of Arab immigrants, so they've gotta know something, right?
Am I angry that anyone would think that I would sell them out? Yes. I mean, I've got a white mother and was raised as an English-speaking Christian, so I don't fit in. I was always awkward in my Arab skin, but it's gotten harder in the past few years as the community's gotten tighter and more insular. But there's more to it. I'm angrier that there's even a need to worry about being sold out. I'm angry that the fear exists. These are people like my dad who come here and do backbreaking work and send money home to their families and hope they can bring their children to this country so they can have better opportunities. (You know, the good old-fashioned American Dream.)
At this point, I'm just rambling, which means that I should stop typing. Honestly, I don't even know what my point is, except fucking hell, it sucks to be denied access to your own ethnic group because you're not ethnic enough to be trustworthy, and it sucks even more to have to learn this way that the present state of the world has made these lines necessary.
- Hey what have we here, a traitor captured alive, did you loose your sword to fall up on or where you just a coward?
- I am no Coward, give me a sword and I will fight everyone of you, be prepared to meet your creator, I am fighting for the Holy Emperor Franz memory, I know my history, I have my pride, honor and valor!
- But my dear slavic friend, Franz is dead, why are you fighting for a dead man, do you want to join him down below in the eternal hell-flames tormenting him for ever....
- I fight for his memory and for the right his bloodline has to the throne, I don´t believe in that usurper Queen named Esmeralda, I fight for what I see as truth...
- Truth how do you know what is true, have you just swallowed the propaganda you demagog leader have been feeding you, right, you fight truth and some kind of feeling of what is right, I will tell you a truth: what is right is what the stronger one says to the weaker and meeker...
I am strong, I lead my horde, we are stronger and you are weak, the barbarian law is so simple and so right, we don´t believe in honor, we believe in Power!!!
- So kill me now, then according to your so called law, make it swift and fast so I can join my Emperors court in heaven... I am ready!
- Oh My dear friend, it wont be swift and fast, actually when we are done you are gonna welcome the burning eternal flames in hell as you best friend!
Traitors From Within.
Intuisjoner anelser ubehagelig spenning økt grusom ringing alarmer,
forferdelige opplevelser gruble kurs fryktelige planer onde triks devils brennende sjeler,
anesmwyth plith rhuglo llythyrau ffansïo gwybodaeth gwrthsefyll rhyfedd arweinwyr grim gweision darnau drensio,
تصرخ الحجج نظموا فهم الانتقادات المهووسين التعاون بجنون العظمة التحديات الحالات المنطوقة,
дискография тайные тщательные технологии изменили взаимодействия мятежные спуски с плавающей направлениях культивируемые раз,
υπόγεια μαύρη παράγοντες μοναδική ανησυχητική ατμόσφαιρα επιθετική μυαλά καρτουνίστικη χαμόγελα πνευματικής ελιτιστές,
confessant fond confusion violente stimulation de fausser les apparences de numérotation réalité vécue des résultats anticipés,
リトリート接続エラーを示唆している巨大なミスを反映し、反対に興奮ポイントは説明が語った、変更されました.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Many prisoners of the Tudors entered the Tower of London through the Traitors' Gate. The gate was built by Edward I, to provide a water gate entrance to the Tower, part of St. Thomas's Tower, which was designed to provide additional accommodation for the royal family.
In the pool behind Traitors' Gate was an engine that was used for raising water to a cistern on the roof of the White Tower. The engine worked originally by the force of the tide or by horsepower and eventually by steam. In 1724–6, it was adapted to drive machinery for boring gun barrels. It was removed in the 1860s.[citation needed]
The name Traitors' Gate has been used since before 1544, when that name is used on Anthonis van den Wyngaerde's panorama of London.[1] Prisoners were brought by barge along the Thames, passing under London Bridge, where the heads of recently executed prisoners were displayed on pikes. Queen Anne Boleyn and Sir Thomas More entered the Tower by Traitors' Gate.
This is the infamous entrance to the Tower of London where certain prisoners were delivered under cover of darkness by water so as to avoid the angry mobs. This is where Anne Boleyn made her final entrance, along with a number of other high profile prisoners.
A view of the Tower of London and the traitor's gate on the Thames River through which many prisoners entered the Tower by boat
Special Traitor Project, betraying the very foundation of Lego. All bricks are hanging, and it's terrible.
Sponsored by the demon from the left shoulder.
An entrance to the Tower built by Edward I. Queen Anne Boleyn and Sir Thomas More entered through the Traitor's Gate.
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Chapter 6 – traitor
“Anna.”- I gasped. Anna’s eyes found mine as I loosened my hold of her.
“Hello, traitor.” – She said with a bitter look on her face.
“You know…”,she stood up not breaking eye contact, her eyes as cold as ever. She could make the devil blush.
“…when they hired me to eliminate you, I almost turned them down. You know how much I hate working with people.”
That’s true. If there’s anything she hates more than me, it’s working with other people. She even gave up a great life as a lawyer because of it and went full on Bonnie and Clyde with me a long time ago. That is, until I took the money and left her.
“However, when I found out that you’re the target, I gladly accepted the job. You didn’t expect a reunion, did you?”
“Who wants me dead now?”
A wide grin curved her pale lips as she picked up the knife and approached me. She swung the knife at me, I ducked, dodging the attack. The knife ripped through the thin fabric of my shirt and scratched the surface of my body before I punched her.
I fell on the ground, growling in pain. Anna took out her phone and the flash went off a couple of times.
“Smile for the camera.” – She continued to take pictures of me.
I smirked, took the knife out of the wound and threw it at her.
Jacob Kane
This can’t be true, Kate doesn’t kill. She’s been following the Batman rule ever since I became her sidekick. But, what if she snapped?
What if that’s why she’s been acting so weird lately? What if that’s what she’s been doing for a while now? What if she’s a killer?
I need to find out if she really killed Bellome Sinclair’s daughter. The only proof I have is the dagger and it might not even be the same one Sylvia was stabbed with. If I ask some of my friends at the autopsy, I can compare the stab wound to the dagger and solve the case.
I met up with Bellome, who wants me to investigate his daughter’s death. He believes it was murder and I didn’t deny. I couldn’t. If it turns out that Kate didn’t kill Sylvia, and I pray to God that she didn’t, I will try to make up with her.
And if she did…
I will tell Bellome the clues lead nowhere or something.
I know one thing, my daughter will not end up in a prison cell. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.
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Bellome agreed to meet me in his office, to talk to me about the case.
Because of our busy schedules we decided to meet up at night.
“ Colonel Kane. ”, he cleared his throat, “You are the best in the business, correct?”
“ Yes.”, I said.
“ I believe that you will find the killer and make sure he gets what he deserves.”, he looked at me as if he demanded the answers to a question he didn’t ask.
I nodded firmly.
“ I want you to update me whenever you find out something new, no matter how relevant it is to the case. You will tell me everything?” , Bellome Synclaire stood up from his desk like a king stands up from a throne.
“ I will.”
“ Even if it turns out the killer is your daughter?”
His eyes went dark as he got closer to me.
“ What?”, My voice came out deeper than I expected.
The reflection of a ninja behind me in the glass window appeared . I ran from the ninja and smashed Bellome’s head against the desk and punched him twice before I attacked the ninja.
The ninja dodged my attack, grabbed my arm and twisted it. The hollow pain in my back stopped me from defending myself. My bones felt like tree branches that are about to break.
The ninja planted his hand on my face, covering my mouth and nose.
I started feeling nauceous and soon ran out of breath, as I fell on the ground.
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3 valiants clones troopers of the Grand Army of the Old Republic have been arrested for plot and high treason against the Galactic Empire after their dismiss and escape of the army. Today, aboard the Death Star, these three soldiers come back as prisoners of the Empire that they defended and fought for. Their enter within execution and short detention area make think that their life might come to an end in the next few days...