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The sun has set already behind the mountain and the night is reaching out its hands to the forests of the Elbe Sandstone Mountains. Because of the rain during the last hours, a clearing on the hillside of mt. Winterberg has filled with fog, now meandering through the lines of trees. Like a cloud being seperated from the herd and fallen to the ground and now searching for orientation. If she's not here anymore in the morning one question will remain. Was she victimized my the night oder could she ascend from the ground to reunite with her kind ?
Die Sonne ist bereits hinter dem Berg untergegangen und die Nacht streckt ihre Hände nach den Wäldern des Elbsandsteingebirges aus. Durch den Regen der letzten Stunden hat sich eine Lichtung am Hang des Winterberges mit dichtem Nebel gefüllt, der jetzt durch die Baumreihen wandert. Wie eine Wolke die, von der Herde getrennt, zu Boden gestürzt ist und jetzt nach Orientierung sucht. Wenn sie am Morgen nicht mehr da ist bleibt eine Frage offen. Wurde sie ein Opfer der Nacht oder konnte sie sich aufschwingen um zurück zu ihresgleichen zu gelangen ?
That selfishness victimizes people, destroys love, and creates hatred!
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silence
source inward…
vastness depth…
no thought…
color void…
charcoal and light…
familiar form…
outward flow…
waking time…
encountering you…
-rc
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One of the early realizations of the life of stillness is that the opposite of the contemplative life is not the active life but the reactive life: highly habituated emotional styles and lifestyles that keep us constantly reacting to life like victimizing victims, ever more convinced that the videos that dominate and shape our awareness are in fact true. The life of stillness gradually heals this split and leads us into wide-open fields where buried treasure lies (Mt 13:45–46), fields where the soul can “bathe in its own space” and “make long swathes in meadow lengths of space.”35 The God we seek already shines through our eyes. May our seeking not blind us to what already lies “hidden in plain sight all around us.”
-A Sunlit Absence Silence, Awareness, and Contemplation; Martin Laird, O.S.A.
In a pure sense who isn't, but in a practical sense, nothing is farther from the truth, I've got support in excess, friends, allies, associates, human beings, family and on and on, real deal people and they are all outraged and answering the call never having even been asked. I alone was forced to throw myself onto the path, to be the victimi of this particular organized criminal operation, and truth be told, even if I wasn't so blessed with these beautiful human beings, ALONE I would still bring the fight, and ALONE I would still shut you scumbags down. I'm glad I'm not alone. Justice will be served, and you and the sleezy, subhuman cowards at the end of the day, will no longer menace or victimize the vulnerable or anyone else. The party is over for all of you.
Violence and silence
Sirens screaming out
Bodies shakin'
Dreams are for taking here
So run for your mothers
We victimize
Dehumanize
(I would bleed for you)
I fantasize it's just you and I
(I would bleed for you)
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Yeah, I am the Astro-Creep
A demolition style
Hell American freak, yeah
I am the crawling dead
A phantom in a box
Shadow in your head say
Acid, suicide freedom of the blast
Read the fucker lies, yeah
Scratch off the broken skin
Tear into my heart make
Me do it again
Yeah
More Human Than Human
Yeah, I am the jigsaw man
I turn the world around
With a skeleton hand say
I am electric head
A cannibal core
A television said, yeah
Do not victimize
Read the motherfucker
Psychoholic lies, yeah
Into a psychic war
I tear my soul apart and I
Eat it some more
Yeah
More Human Than Human
Yeah, I am the ripper man
A locomotion mind
Love American style, yeah
I am the nexus one
I want more life fucker
I ain't done
Yeah
More Human Than Human
A pair of former Chicago and North Western GP7s were spending the weekend parked in exotic Peoria, Illinois back in 1996.
Union Pacific had taken over the CNW in 1995 and not much had changed at the time.
If one were to choose the city in the United States most victimized in jokes and anecdotes by theatrical personalities, the selection of Peoria, Illinois, would be a popular, if not likely choice.
It is truly a shithole.
A couple of summers ago, I witnessed the most meaningful ceremony I've ever seen. My friend G married her longtime love. And before I go on... a word about their love.
It's something you can feel when you walk into their house. It emanates... not just from them, but from the house itself... the furniture... the animals... the garden... the bric a brac. Entering that house is like walking into some big yellow-warm sunshine embrace; it is nothing short of palpable. And seeing them together is even more powerful.
These are two people who just so clearly delight in each other's company. Like all of us, they have their share of less than stellar days, but they're strong for each other, they support one another, they complement each other... and, like I said, when you see them together, you can't help but share a little hiccup in your heart... a skip-step of giddiness. In short, if ever two people should be married, G and her love were those two people. And they're both from backgrounds that value marriage; that see it as the highest expression of togetherness.
But there was one more factor at play that made their wedding the specialest occasion. Until that year, they had not had the legal right to marry. Why? Because G and her One True Love are women. To which I say... So fucking what??
Marriage, as I understand it, is all about love and commitment. And no two people were ever more in love or more committed.
And to those who argue same-sex marriage somehow undermines the so-called sanctity of the so-called institution of marriage... I say heterosexual couples... with their soaring divorce rates, and rampant infidelity, and vicious child-custody disputes... are doing that themselves.
Besides. Why should anyone's choice of who to love... or who to marry... be anyone else's business? As long as no one's being victimized, what's the problem?
One of the arguments advanced here in Canada, where same-sex marriage is legal (for the time being, anyway)... is that, if THIS is okay, then what's next? Polygamy?
To which I say... what's the hairy issue with polygamy? If three people (or four or five or whatever) choose to form a legal bond and raise their family collectively... again, as long as no one's being victimized... what is the problem?
Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.
I've heard otherwise rational men say... I'd never go to a gay male doctor.
To which I say.... don't flatter yourself. Just because a man may be in a love with another man, that doesn't mean he's uncontrollably flinging himself at every damned man who walks through the door. I mean... I have a straight male doctor. That means... oooooohhhh.... gasp.... he has sex with women!!!! But that has absolutely nothing to do with him examining me in his professional capacity.
We have a polygamist sect here in British Columbia, and it's under near-constant scrutiny for child abuse. The allegation is that very young girls are married off to men, against their will.
To which I say... if that's the case, it's child abuse, for sure. But it's an entirely separate issue from the marital status of the parents involved.
Sorry if I'm ranting here, but this whole issue gets my knickers in a major twist. I think it's because... as one of those kids who was teased and taunted for simply being who I was... I sort of understand what it must be like to face such senseless discrimination.
We have today, in too many parts of North America, a culture that says... while most other forms of organized hate and discrimination are frowned upon... it's okay to ostracize and mistreat people... solely on the basis of who they love.
It's insane. I mean... I remember when I first encountered boys. There was an instant ZING! From that time on, I pretty much always had a crush on some boy or other and... lucky me... I was part of a majority, so having those feelings was a-okay.
The gay and lesbian people I've talked to had similar experiences somewhere in their lives.... where they felt that overwhelming sense of attraction and excitement and curiosity. But... unlucky them, they were part of a minority, and made to think that what they felt was somehow bad or wrong.
I'm on this topic today because our federal government (recently elected and right wing) is threatening to undo the same-sex marriage law. This is just the latest in a string of reversals that's included:
- killing the nearly-enacted bill that would've decriminalized marijuana
- killing an agreement with aboriginal people that would've finally begun addressing the deplorable conditions many of them live in
- reversing the country's commitment to do its part to address climate change, and
- killing a multi-year agreement with the provinces that would've made child care somewhat more affordable and accessible.
In the government's eyes, child care is bad. I mean, everyone knows mommies should stay home with their babies while daddies work. Climate change is just a bunch of made-up garbage; after all, those scientists are all a bunch of liberals. Aboriginal people... notwithstanding the fact that white people stole their land, stuck them on reserves, legislated away their rights and tore a whole generation of children away from their families and communities... Notwithstanding that, "those people" are just lazy; they just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. As for marijuana... well, we all know it's FAR more harmful than booze, which government not only endorses but shamelessly profits from. I mean... just look at all the domestic strife, and public brawls, and armed standoffs, and traffic carnage caused by those crazed, violent potheads. And those humsexuals... well. We can't deport them 'cause they're from here (darnit anyway). But we sure as hell owe it to the citizenry to make sure they're denied the most fundamental of human rights... the right to freely love.
I'm sorry if this is a downer but I'm sick at heart for my country today. I fear where we're going and I feel so helpless... watching our common sense progress slip away.
I guess I should just be glad that G and her One True Love are already married... and no one... not even right wing governments... can take what they have away from them.
ᴮˡᵃˢᵖʰᵉᵐʸ, ʰᵉʳᵉˢʸ
ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ
ᴵ'ᵐ ᵛⁱᶜᵗⁱᵐⁱᶻᵉᵈ
ᴮˡᵃˢᵖʰᵉᵐʸ, ʰᵉʳᵉˢʸ
ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ, ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ
ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵃᵗᵃⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ
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I am being victimized online. Someone has hacked me and continues to plague my online life. My Flickr account has been a favorite target of the hacker. It has been difficult keeping up with your work, so if I normally leave comments or favorites and you have noticed a change in my activity, this is why.
Excerpt from temple.bongeunsa.org/public_html_en/intro/buddhist.asp:
Yeonggak
The statue of Jijang Bodhisattva Triad is enshrined on the alter in this building. The portraits of venerable seven monks who greatly affected the development of this temple are enshrined here, too. They are the Bongeunsa founder Master Yeonhoei, the reviver Master Bowoo, Master Seosan, Master Samy대ng, Master Yeonggi, Master Yeongam, and Master Seokju. Yeonggak also retains memorial tablets for 201 victimized Korean soldiers. Originally this seven pyung building was called Chungryunggak in 1967 and it was reconstructed to double-sized building Yeonggak in 1992.
Snowfall Furry Retreat
"I tried to be good enough for you but it didn't work out as I thought it would. Something must be wrong with me. Am I really that hard to love that it is easy to let me go?"
P.S. There comes a time when we all lose our balance, especially when you have stood firm for so long. You assumed you found a shoulder to help keep you steady for a while only to feel it leaning away and allowing you to lose your balance further. But the truth is, deep inside you know you are still standing and always will.
Fw: P.S. I am starting a series called "Abandoned" It will be slightly dramatic photos with little inner thoughts that seem to compliment it surrounding heart ache, solitude and more of those deeper emotions that sometimes the mind cannot comprehend and the heart cannot bear. It may be too dramatic or some may even call it 'victimizing', but lets be real here, sometimes we all cannot avoid feeling a certain way. Some share it with close ones and some keep it to themselves so this is for those who are silently suffering. I hear you, remain strong. You are amazing and it will be alright. ♥
The Cinco de Mayo bush was victimized by the bunnies when I first planted, but some short fencing has fended them off. Now I just have to worry about fungi and insects.
I'm sensing an a growing desire to take control of some aspect of life in a world that feels increasingly out of control. Amid the pandemic, creative pursuits have become vital to maintaining a positive state of mind. However my desire to go out with the camera has become inversely proportional to the opportunities. lately I find myself working very close to home. Not necessarily a bad thing. There's a lot to be said for re-discovering your neighborhood. This place caught my eye recently. Sort of a landmark house, at least for me. A century home, sadly victimized by a non-traditional residing rehab as so many are, and stopped of its gingerbread porch trim. Despite that, it still clearly shows the lines and proportions of the underlying historic architecture. The house has the added prominence of location high above road level and a bulwark of concrete work out front. A retaining wall with an impressive set of steps. That's the written description, but for me it's all about presence, the feeling the house exudes and the way I feel looking at it. This place just draws me in, while others push me away, or have no effect whatsoever. Anyway, back in the moment, this front yard was once shielded by an enormous old tree. The tree was taken down not long ago, and it changed the entire look and feel of the place. My mind is having difficulty adjusting to the change. Even now I get this weird feeling as I approach, that sense of openness where once there was none...the vague feeling of something missing. As I stood here I began to appreciate how the light had subtly changed without the massive tree looming overhead. And so a photo opportunity just materialized as if from thin air. There was a point before the pandemic where I would have knocked on the door and sought permission to photograph. Not only that but to maybe glean the backstory of the house and learn something of the current occupants. Nowadays, especially in cases that involve minimal incursion onto the property, I simply start shooting. I count on the fact that most people don't want to greet a stranger knocking at their door. And in the current scheme of things, seeing some idiot with a camera in their front yard is not a big deal. I am that idiot, and these are my stories.
A giant bust of Lenin on a launch pad for nuclear medium-range missiles. Did you notice the metal ring embedded in the floor? The rocket launch table was attached to this.
A very rare find nowadays, since many of these rings have been victimized by the scrap thieves.
1. An Obvious Self Focus
2. Bragging
3. Jealous and Competitive
4. GAS LIGHTING (is a form of mental abuse in which information is twisted or spun, selectively omitted to favor the abuser)
5. Grandiose
6. Victimize themselves for attention.
7. Looking down their nose at everyone.
Do you know anyone like that? I sure do!
separation from you feels like abomination
of mine soul ... a journey away from salvation
how selfish of me to hold you back ... ah the temptation
forgive me for expressing my heart's translation
what is it i feel ? is this desperation ?
or is it a yearning to approach my destination ?
a lack of emotion you reckon ? or merely isolation?
no..? yes..? no..? insane is this fascination !!!
unlike ever felt before... tremendous dedication
composed of loyalty inspiring endless motivation
sometimes i wonder will i find an explanation ?
a revelation perhaps to fulfill this levitation ?
uncertainty encompasses the realm of this situation
truly it is from Allah a difficult tribulation
steer will i away from your eternal congregation?
or cling will i to this endeavour without hesitation?
harsh criticisms i have heard of my determination
shall not that deter me from my occupation
verily if that were even a slight consideration
would my world collapse ..... total annhilation
Oh Lord of the worlds i request some simplification
that removal of pain that divine recuperation
Thy knowledge i seek eagerly with anticipation
grant me my soul's obsession and avoid my victimization
I confirm oh Allah your magnificent predestination
rescue me from this devastation of separation
-MAK
She stands on the street corners,
because it's her home now.
Under the bright lamp, her eyes have lost their glow.
They have dimmed.
But she's alert.. on the inside, at least.
Her heart skips a beat everytime a car slows down near,
Because maybe.. just maybe, it'll mean she'll have dinner for that night.
and then it'll be a few hours,
maybe even a few more days,
until she has to do it again.
It fills her mind with such shame and disgust,
putting a price on her body,
just to keep going.
Immoral, wrong, shameful.
Jesus, surely, would never approve.
But does she follow Jesus,
Or quit Him,
simply to relish in his precious gift
of Life?
In the US, the average age of entry into prostitution is 13.
In September, Governor David Paterson signed into law the Safe Harbor for Exploited Youth Act, which is intended to stop the practice of charging sexually exploited children as criminals.
Problem is, the law doesn't go into effect until 2010.
Until then, New York will continue to charge child prostitutes under the age of 16 as criminals, rather than treating them as victims. Boys and girls as young as 12 who are charged with prostitution are often sent to juvenile detention centers.
Their entry in the profession is often running away from an abusive home or being kidnapped. The average age of entry into the commercial sex industry is now 11-12 years old. According to a 2007 report from the NY State Office of Children and Family Services, more than 2,200 children are victimized through commercial sexual exploitation in New York City.
These stats made me cry.
{ #2 in Destruction of Innocence series. YES, I am wearing heavy make-up, i.e. red lipstick, and I tried to achieve the streaks of mascara look }
Jean-Michel Basquiat (* 22 December 1960 in New York City; † 12 August 1988 ibid.)
Acrylic, oil and colored oilstick on canvas
From the exhibition BASQUIAT. THE RETROSPECTIVE at the Albertina Museum in Vienna
"Pater is the Latin word for father. Basquiat presents a generalized archetypal father image. This father can be a hero and role moderl, but also has an air of severity and authority about him. [...]" He is "both victimizer and victim, oppressor and oppressed, winner and loser. This polarity is not least expressed through the scribbly halo over the head and the cartoonishly overdrawn male genitals." (Information text in the museum)
"Virtually no other artist comes anywhere close to being as representative of the 1980s and that decade’s pulsating New York art scene as does the brilliantly exceptional artistic phenomenon that was Jean-Michel Basquiat." www.albertina.at/en/exhibitions/basquiat/
The community board meeting took place in order to discuss the proposed mosque to be built next to ground zero. While the project is usually referred to as the “mosque at ground zero”, the project’s official name is the Cordoba Initiative. The Imam and the developers were in attendance to present the project, and many politicians (or rather their representatives) were on hand, along with many of those in favor or opposed.
First spoke the elected officials, who—in the typical New York political elitist fashion— slandered and insulted their opposition. Councilwoman Margaret Chin spoke before a single opponent of the mosque ever came up to the microphone to state their position, but that didn’t stop her from accusing those against it of “bigotry”.
And while Margaret Chin chose to offend the opposition to the mosque (most of whom present were families of 9-11 victims and first responders) in person, other local figures sent their cronies. A representative of Scott Stringer, President of the Borough of Manhattan, handed out a letter to everyone prior to the meeting in which he refers to the mosque as a “multi-faith community and cultural center” and claims that this “center has been the subject of bigoted attacks that contain a strain of religious and racial hatred more extreme than anything we have seen in NYC for some time.” I guess an attempt to kill hundreds of New Yorkers and tourists at Times Square by an Islamist Faisal Shahzad less than a month prior was not extreme enough for Stringer and, instead of jihadism, Stringer seems to have identified the enemy as a TEA Party leader whom he rips apart throughout this unsolicited letter. While the TEA Party’s opposition is referred to as a “bigoted agenda”, the mosque itself is referred to as a “vibrant and world-class facility in NYC which will promote tolerance and pluralism”. Of course he fails to provide any example of mosques in NYC or in the world that have EVER promoted tolerance or pluralism, but perhaps he didn’t think that any attendee would dare question his superior judgment in the matter. Please be sure to read his disgusting letter
After the political cronies spoke, Feisal Abdul Rauf', the Imam in charge of this “community center” was given time to present his proposal. He started his speech with “for many years I’ve had a dream…” (I wonder what Dr. King would have thought of a ‘grand wizard’ proposing to build a “community center” at the site of the bombed 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama). The Imam also claimed that this “community center” would promote multi-culturalism; he was so sure of it that his speech was sprinkled throughout with that deceiving phrase. But his presentation brought with it an unexpected turning point. Not because of anything he planned to share with us in his carefully prepared PC jargoned speech, but because of a question by one of the board members who wanted to know if the proposed “community center” would hold prayer. The Imam said “yes”, to which the board member replied, “then it is a house of worship, not a community center”.
Without any objection to that by the Imam or speakers that followed, the term “community center” began to very gradually disappear. But don’t think that anyone’s opinion actually changed as a result. The supporters of the project “formerly” known as a “community center” still believed that it was somehow related to diversity and that it would in no way be an insult to those who died due to Islamist ideology, nor would it serve as a monument of jihadist victory.
But neither the councilwoman nor the Imam were the most offensive or distasteful of the proponents of the mosque. Daisy Khan of the American Society for Muslim Advancement, who also happens to be Imam’s wife, blew their insults and lies out of the water. (I don’t recall her being introduced as Rauf’s wife at the meeting, but I can’t be sure.) She lectured and she yelled – yes, yelled – at the families of victims, the first responders, and her fellow New Yorkers. She yelled that she is “tired of bearing the cross [and will do so] no longer” because apparently she and the Muslim community were the real victims of the 9-11 attacks—not the families who lost their loved ones, not the cities that lost their monuments, and not the country that lost its feeling of security.
Without a single mosque destroyed and with very few anti-Muslim incidents, hearing from this woman about her supposed victimization in that auditorium was absolutely sickening. It didn’t help when for weeks after (and prior) she dominated the time on television appearing calm and together and claiming among other nonsense – I kid you not – that the reason they chose the ground zero site to build a mosque is to provide a “blow to the extremists”. I’m sure radical Muslims would just hate it if New York built a mosque on the ground where American buildings were destroyed and thousands of Americans were murdered by jihadists … right? READ HER RIDICULOUS QUOTE AGAIN. Now listen to it for yourself from the horse’s mouth because I wouldn’t have believed it either. (starts at 1:10) www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7WbTv_gsx4&playnext_from=TL&...
Other supporters of the mosque included two priests and a rabbi (no, it isn’t a start to a joke – although I wish it was) of the leftist “co-exist” variety all of whom supported the mosque. And while there were some clergy present that (judging by applause and reactions) opposed the mosque, they did not come up to the microphone. The supporting clergy seemed to have gone to the same rhetoric school as the Imam, using terms like “multi-culturalism”, “tolerance”, “community relations and understanding”, and other jargon that had no actual relevance to the topic.
There was also a Caucasian woman with a baby who introduced herself as someone who had converted to Islam … in 2006, if I’m not mistaken. She lied about how difficult it is to find information and resources on Islam in NY. I say she lied not only because there are hundreds of mosques in the 5 boroughs, but also because as a recent convert she is a prime example of someone who was able to find and act on this information. Of course, she didn’t specify why ground zero is a better location than any other for this apparently “valuable to the city” information about the religion all 911 hijackers belonged to.
Now that I have gone on and on about the supporters of the mosque (aka “community center”) and the temple’s money changers, let me talk about the opponents of a mosque being build at ground zero ... Not a single one of them opposed a mosque being built; the prevailing request was simply “build it somewhere else”.
First opponent to speak was the celebrated publisher, editor, and columnist Pamela Geller. She was the one to point out what Cordoba means to the Muslim world. Cordoba is a city in Spain that was the first major city to fall to Muslim conquerors and become an Islamic caliphate and a symbol of Islamic conquest of the West. She also called the mosque “a shrine to the very ideology that inspired 9-11”. Sure seems a lot more plausible than Daisy’s explanation for why the mosque has to overlook ground zero.
A gentleman who lost his brother in WTC and represents the largest ‘families of victims of 9-11’ groups introduced some of those present who lost loved ones at ground zero. He protested the lectures and the labels that were bestowed on these families for their “legitimate, legal opposition to this Muslim ‘multi-cultural center’”. He pointed out that while there is proposed building of this mosque at ground zero, the committees have refused to allow monuments to the tragedy of 9-11, including the WTC sphere which was heavily damaged during the terrorist attack and has become an iconic symbol of the tragedy. At this time the sphere is temporarily housed at Battery Park. “If we should honor multi-culturalism and diversity at ground zero, we should honor and remember victims of 9-11,” he concluded.
Tim Brown, a former NYC firefighter who lost dozens of his friends and colleagues, fellow first responders, to the jihadist terrorist attack, has been a tireless voice for memories of victims and their loved ones. He questioned where the money for the mosque was coming from. He had received “5 different answers on 5 different occasions from them”, which included my favorite “we don’t have to tell you, talk to our lawyers”, as well as “three different organizations, but [the Imam] refused to name them” and “from American taxpayers”. Mr. Brown also pointed out that Cordoba Initiative has been very deceiving in other ways, such as removing the word “mosque” from their web site despite the fact that they explicitly wrote initially that there will be a mosque at the top of the building (overlooking ground zero).
Questions were also raised about the Imam Rauf, his public statements, and his pro-Sharia stance as described in his publications and interviews. His travels to countries that openly support terrorism and forced Islamization of the West were also questioned and may indicate where funding from the mosque could be coming from.
Follow up note: Listening to the Imam Rauf speak to various news organizations in the days following the meeting, he offered even more non-specific answers to where the money comes from, such as it comes from people who “want to see peace between Muslims and non-Muslims”. Again, nice politically savvy keywords… but no actual answer to a rather direct question he obviously knows the answer to. Trying to hide something, Faisal Abdul?
One of the many victim’s families present was a woman with a photo of her son who was murdered by the Islamic terrorists. She didn’t yell like Daisy, the Imam’s wife, and she did not dish out insults like Congresswoman Chin. Her voice trembled as she mentioned her son’s name and held his photo towards the committee, “this is my son”, she said, “this is firefighter George Kane.” She held back tears as she spoke. She said that “the location [of the mosque] is insensitive to families. It is also insensitive to the voiceless victims the possibility that anyone who supports Islamic extremism could walk on graves of the victims … [it is] an outrage.”
Another woman spoke with a similar shaking voice about her 23-year-old son who “was murdered on September 11th”. She also wasn’t a bigot, but wanted to know “why are you suggesting that it be two blocks from ground zero?”
Mrs. Kane and the others who spoke through tears and with photos of their murdered children in their trembling hands, made me think of what they were being asked to do. Nine years later, they were being asked to “move on” or “heal”, as mosque supporters were suggesting. I can’t even begin to imagine what that ignorant request could do to an eternally grieving mother.
A sweet elderly couple’s last conversation with their son was via cell phone while he was on a hijacked plane… just before he was murdered. They mentioned that there were 20 mosques that located around the area where they lived, and that they would be ok with another one being built close to them, but they also asked for “understanding and sensitivity” when it comes to building one near ground zero.
Yet from the comments of NYC politicians and supporters of the mosque, we know that understanding and sensitivity will not be shown to the victims’ families nor reflect the wishes of voting New Yorkers. They will instead be shown to others who are apparently deemed more – not even equally but more – crucial to the future of NYC and the memories of those who perished in the terrorist attacks.
Here are a few youtube links on regarding this meeting:
Pamela Geller's full 2 minute speech from the meeting
a firefighter and first responder Tim Brown speaks A MUST SEE
Maiti Nepal was born out of a crusade to protect Nepali girls and women from crimes like domestic violence, trafficking for flesh trade, child prostitution, child labor and various forms of exploitation and torture. A group of socially committed professionals like teachers, journalists and social workers together formed Maiti Nepal in 1993 to fight against all the social evils inflicted upon our female populace. Most of all, its special focus has always been on preventing trafficking for forced prostitution, rescuing flesh trade victims and rehabilitating them. This social organisation also actively works to find justice for the victimized lot of girls and women by engaging in criminal investigation and waging legal battles against the criminals. It has highlighted the trafficking issue with its strong advocacy from the local to national and international levels.
Maiti has no literal translation but it denotes a girl's real family, where she was born into. The word has a sentimental value especially for a married Nepali woman who has no longer any right towards her parents or their property. She then becomes an outsider belonging solely to her husband and her family forever. The famous song, Maiti ghar timro haina paryi ghar jao--meaning "this is not your home, you belong to an outsider (husband)" says it all.
Maiti Nepal however is home to all women and girls—whether married or not—who are exploited, their rights grossly violated and neglected by family and society likewise. It was a crusade to find such victims a home for their protection from social evils that gave birth to this NGO in November 1993.
It was started by a handful of conscious professionals like teachers, journalists, and social workers committed towards combating the social crimes like domestic violence, girl trafficking, child prostitution, child labour and various forms of female exploitation.
Maiti's focus has always been on prevention of girl trafficking, a burning issue for Nepal. Rescuing girls forced into prostitution and helping to find economic alternatives have been our key struggle. Rehabilitation, although not literally possible especially with former prostitutes, is one major challenge we have accepted in our work. The practical steps would be to counsel them and provide non-formal education on health, laws, basic reading and writing. They are also trained to develop income-generation skills and provided Maiti's shelter until they are ready to stand on their feet. The sexually abused girls, abandoned children, potential victims of trafficking, destitute women, prisoner's children, returnees from Indian brothels, girls and children infected with HIV and Hepatitis B, intercepted girls are the major target groups or say, beneficiaries of our programs.
• Maiti Nepal’s Facebook page
Day 341
A cloud of mosquitos inhabited this tree. Needless to say, I was victimized :P
Have a great weekend :)
I've been a few busy these days, and with some personal problems... but I think the worst I can do is to victimize myself, so I hear new music, and I create things the best I can. That relax me a lot.
Also, books and videogames =D
Hope you like it!
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He estado bastante ocupado estos días, y con algunos problemas personales... pero creo que lo peor que puedo hacer es hacer de mí una víctima, así que escucho nueva música, y creo imágenes lo mejor que sé. Eso me relaja un montón.
Además de los libros y los videojuegos =D
¡Espero que os guste!
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but im so warm inside..
I pray for better days to come
I pray that I would see the sun
Cuz life is so burdensome
When everyday's a rainy one
But suddenly there's no more clouds
I believe without a doubt
That heaven sent an angel down
And then she turned my life around
You know and I know
Friends come and friends go
Storms rise and winds blow
But one thing I know for sure
When it's cold outside
There's no need to worry cuz
I'm so warm inside
You give me peace
When the storm's outside
Cuz we're in love I know
It'll be alright
Alright it's alright
Now peace is so hard to find
We're terrorized and victimized
But that's when I close my eyes
And think of you to ease my mind
You take me to another place
There's no more war (no more war)
Just love and grace
Baby you restore my faith
I know the struggle's not in vain
You know and I know
Through all the battles
Baghdad to Israel
There's one thing I know for sure
When it's cold outside
There's no need to worry cuz
I'm so warm inside
You give me peace
When the storm's outside
Cuz we're in love I know
It'll be alright
Alright it's alright
Alright it's alright
Alright it's alright
Alright it's alright
When it's cold outside
There's no need to worry cuz
I'm so warm inside
You give me peace
When the storm's outside
Cuz we're in love I know
It'll be alright
Alright it's alright
Oh it's gonna be alright
Cuz you give me peace
In the middle of the storm
When it's cold you're keeping me warm
It's alright
It's alright
I'm never gonna leave
You give me what I need
It's alright, alright
Artist/maker: George Nelson
Culture: Kwakwaka'wakw
Materials: Cedar wood. Paint, Iron metal. Adhesive
Subjects:
Slaves, Killer whales
Date Made: c. 1906
Date Acquired: 1956
How Acquired: Transferred
Measurements: Part d: 4 m x 1.1 m
Place made: Canada: British Columbia, Quatsino; Xwatis
Location: Great Hall / Crossroads
Object Number: A50009 d
Museum of Anthropology
University of British Columbia
About this object
History of use
The beams and figures stood as part of a house frame, and acted as structural supports. Figures represented on house frames were supernatural beings which the family living in the house had the right, through their history and origins, to represent.
Narrative
Klix’ken Gukwdzi, or Sea-Lion House, was built sometime around 1906. Like other houses in the village it had a modern exterior with milled-lumber front and windows. Yet it also featured carved sea-lion posts supporting the boardwalk, and inside, a monumental post-and-beam structure with carved and painted house posts, beams, and other symbols of the family’s history. Klix’ken House was the last old-style dwelling erected in Xwatis as a home for an extended family or lineage—and probably one of the last built on the entire coast.
Cultural context
Status
Iconographic meaning
Slaves were captured members of other Northwest Coast groups.
Physical description
Part of interior house frame (also see records a-c and g-h). The large wooden human figure (part d) is carved in high relief in a seated position. It is painted with a killer whale on its chest and broken coppers on both arms. In between his hands and below the killer whale is a small white face. The head is large, has a protruding nose and mouth, large carved eyes and is heavily decorated with yellow, white and black Northwest Coast stylized designs. Before the figure stands a wooden platform or seat supported by two kneeling slave figures (parts e-f), with unusual grimacing faces. Both figures have their outside arm rested on the ground while the other is turned backwards as if to support the seat that rests on their backs. Their eyes and bared teeth are carved in shallow relief while the rest of their face is carved in high relief. Their arms and upper body are painted green with black rings around the wrist and forearm. Their faces are painted green, white and black with Northwest Coast stylized designs.
Museum photos: collection-online.moa.ubc.ca/search/item?keywords=a50009&...
Slavery
This monumental house post was part of the internal frame of Sea-Lion House, the last traditional-style lineage dwelling built in the village of Xwatis, around 1906. The central seated figure—painted with crest imagery including a killer whale and broken coppers—rests above a platform supported by two crouching slave figures. Their exaggerated grimaces, twisted limbs, and burdened posture reflect the brutal social reality of hereditary slavery on the Northwest Coast. This is not symbolic—it is literal social commentary carved in wood.
Slavery in Kwakwaka’wakw and neighboring Indigenous societies—Tlingit, Haida, Tsimshian, Nuu-chah-nulth—was an ancient, normalized institution. It dates back at least 2,500 years, likely much earlier, and was interwoven into kinship, economy, and status systems. The boundaries of the tradition extended along the entire Northwest Coast from the Columbia River to Southeast Alaska, including the coastlines and islands of British Columbia and parts of Washington State.
Slaves were captives taken during warfare or raiding, often from rival groups farther inland or up and down the coast. Over time, their status became hereditary: the children of slaves were born into bondage. Estimates vary, but 10–25% of the population in some Northwest Coast societies may have been enslaved—a figure comparable to or even exceeding that of classical Greece or the American South before emancipation.
Slaves were traded among high-ranking families, given as gifts, or redistributed in potlatch ceremonies, where public displays of wealth and hierarchy were enacted. Though not the primary economic engine, slave labor was integral to building houses, gathering food, processing materials, and assisting in ceremonial life.
There is evidence of ritual human sacrifice, particularly during high-ranking funerals and potlatches, where slaves might be killed to accompany a chief to the spirit world, or as offerings to supernatural beings. Such acts, though rare, reinforced the sacred and absolute authority of lineage heads. A notable recorded case describes the slow killing of a slave during the carving of a canoe, to transfer spiritual power to the object.
This post, made in the early 20th century, reflects a moment of cultural persistence under increasing colonial pressure. Though slavery had been outlawed by British and later Canadian authorities in the mid-19th century, the memory and meaning of the institution endured in ceremonial and artistic contexts. The figures here are not satirical. They are assertions of hereditary status and power, preserved in wood even as the old social order began to erode.
The reality of slavery among Indigenous societies—especially in the Pacific Northwest—poses a significant challenge to the sentimental or romanticized myth of pre-contact North America as a peaceful, egalitarian Eden undone solely by European colonialism.
This myth—promoted most often by well-meaning non-Indigenous individuals in settler or progressive circles—paints Indigenous peoples as spiritually superior, ecologically harmonious, and socially just in all respects. While this impulse may stem from guilt, admiration, or a desire to offer reparative narrative space, it too often flattens the complexities of Indigenous cultures and replaces one form of distortion with another.
🌿 The Problem with the "Noble Savage" Redux
This myth echoes the old "noble savage" trope, just updated for modern political sensibilities. In this version:
European colonists bring hierarchy, violence, gender inequality, greed, and ecological destruction;
Indigenous societies are cast as egalitarian, peaceful, and wise stewards of the land, free from coercion, patriarchy, or internal violence;
The existence of practices like slavery, ritual killing, raiding, and class stratification complicate or outright contradict that image.
In the Pacific Northwest, many Indigenous groups—particularly the Kwakwaka’wakw, Haida, Tlingit, and Tsimshian—developed complex, hierarchical, and materially affluent societies long before contact. These societies included:
Hereditary slavery on a large scale;
Social classes (nobility, commoners, slaves);
Warfare and raiding for captives and territory;
Ritual violence, including human sacrifice in some elite funerary and potlatch contexts;
Accumulation and symbolic destruction of wealth (e.g., coppers, blankets) as forms of status display and social competition.
None of this diminishes the brilliance or richness of these cultures—it simply acknowledges that power, exploitation, and inequality are human universals, not colonial inventions.
⚖️ The Danger of Utopianism
Romanticizing Indigenous societies erases:
The real ethical complexity of their histories;
The agency Indigenous people have always exercised—even when that included perpetuating internal systems of dominance;
The lived reality of Indigenous descendants of slaves, who still exist and whose identities complicate claims of cultural unity or purity.
It also distorts the moral landscape: if Indigenous cultures are idealized as perfect, then their suffering at colonial hands is treated not as a tragedy affecting real societies, but as the shattering of a fantasy. That is its own form of erasure.
What the House Post Tells Us
The 1906 house post you shared is not just an artwork—it’s a memory structure. It remembers lineage power, supernatural legitimacy, and a society where enslavement was normalized and ritually inscribed.
To take that seriously is not to diminish the culture—it’s to respect it enough not to lie about it.
🔎 1. Are descendants of slaves aware of their status?
Yes—in many cases, they are. Within some families and communities, ancestry linked to slavery is remembered, sometimes as oral history, sometimes as an open secret, and occasionally as a source of intra-community stigma that lingers to this day.
Slavery on the Northwest Coast was hereditary, and although it was officially abolished in the 19th century under colonial law, its social residues persisted, including in marriage eligibility, ceremonial roles, and internal status hierarchies.
In the words of several Indigenous scholars and community members, some descendants of enslaved people were, and sometimes still are, considered "lesser" or outside full hereditary status, particularly in contexts where lineage and clan descent remain important.
This creates a difficult legacy: some descendants of slaves are aware of that heritage, but there is also silence and discomfort, both due to shame and due to the fact that this internal history challenges the dominant narrative of Indigenous solidarity and external victimization.
2. Is there a movement to atone for or reckon with slavery?
There is no widespread, organized movement for atonement within Pacific Northwest Indigenous communities on the scale of, say, post-apartheid truth commissions or American university reckonings with slavery. However, there are pockets of discussion and acknowledgment emerging, especially among:
Younger Indigenous scholars, artists, and historians who are asking questions about internal power structures, the legacy of hereditary hierarchy, and the place of descendants of slaves within modern tribal identity;
Cultural revitalization movements, particularly those tied to potlatch, crest rights, and clan inheritance, where these histories must be confronted in order to authentically revive ceremonial practices;
Anthropological and museum settings, where Indigenous curators and collaborators are being forthright about what carvings (like the house post you showed) actually depict and how they should be interpreted.
That said, this is still a difficult conversation. In many communities, talking openly about historical slavery is seen as divisive, and in some cases, as airing internal matters to settler audiences, which carries a risk of misunderstanding or co-option.
️Indigenous Voices on the Topic
A few Indigenous scholars and thinkers who have touched on or addressed this history include:
Dr. Sarah Hunt (Tłaliłila’ogwa, Kwagu’ł) – who has written about Indigenous belonging, hierarchy, and the limits of unity narratives.
Marianne Ignace and Ronald Ignace – whose ethnohistorical work includes accounts of social hierarchy and enslaved peoples among the Secwépemc and other Interior and coastal nations.
Chief Robert Joseph (Kwakwaka’wakw) – while not focused on slavery per se, has spoken of the importance of truth-telling and internal healing in reconciliation.
⚖️ Final Thought
There’s no denying the power and beauty of Northwest Coast Indigenous cultures, but part of respecting them is recognizing that they, like all human cultures, contain contradictions, hierarchies, and histories of internal injustice. The story of slavery—its memory, its erasure, and its unresolved legacies—is one of those.
So while no formal atonement movement exists, the conversation has begun—and will likely deepen as Indigenous communities continue the work of cultural truth-telling on their own terms.
While slavery in the PNW and in the American South involved human bondage, PNW slavery was status-based, limited in scale, and embedded in kinship and prestige economies, whereas Southern slavery was racialized, industrialized, and ideologically justified for economic exploitation. The psychological, economic, and political aftershocks of American chattel slavery have been far more profound and enduring.
This text is a collaboration with Chat GPT.
Because of the weather we've been having here lately, I thought that I will never see the moon for this month. But, I was about to leave the park the last night, I looked up and saw a glow from the clouds! I grabbed my camera and in a few seconds, there it was! the Wolf Moon in full view! A beautiful sight!
Have a wonderful day, everyone! Thank you so much for stopping by and for the kind comments and favs. They are very much appreciated!
Thank you so much for your concerns and prayers. Thank God, we are OK where we are, though I saw a huge tree down the other night near where we live. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people who were victimized by these past storms and I heard in the news last night that we have more to come! I just hope and pray that these people will get the help they need.
Army Capt. Humayun Khan became a household name when his Gold Star parents spoke at the Democratic National Convention earlier this year, just to be attacked by then presidential candidate Donald Trump.
A lawyer and a reserve officer, Captain Khan died a hero's death for his elected homeland, saving the lives of those under his command.
But had it not been for the misguided decision to invade Iraq, he would probably still lead a happy life back home with his family.
Let's hope that SOMEthing good comes out of this horrible election: no more lives sacrificed on foreign battlegrounds for no reason. Under hawkish Clinton, tens of thousands might have been deployed to Syria to guarantee a no-fly zone.
And common acknowledgment that Muslims, just like any other ethnic, racial, religious group are making a valuable contribution to protect our freedoms and making this country a better place.
Victimizing a group is fascist behavior, and should be met with immediate resistance from all others.
Says the German. We have some experience with this.
Taken during my January-February (2020) trip to the Southwest.
I'd never heard of this place, located in the southeast corner of Arizona, until a short time before leaving home. I arrived here late--perhaps an hour or 90 minutes before sunset and only managed a few hurried shots before the light was gone. I came back the next morning, but those shots are lost as my camera was stolen that night. I virtually always download the day's photos to my computer each night, but for whatever reason, I failed to do so. Of course, I also bring my camera equipment into my room each night as well--but not this night, and so my camera was taken from my car. As many times as I've been victimized by theft, you would think . . . oh well, water under the bridge now. I found the loss of my camera rather devastating, but I ordered another the next day and two days later it was in my possession. I hardly gave the loss a thought the rest of my trip.
The Polish government began planning a museum and memorial at Auschwitz almost immediately after the war ended. The Polish parliament passed an act creating the Auschwitz-Birkenau State Museum on July, 2, 1947. The first exhibition opened in that same year in Auschwitz I. The initial exhibit was expanded in 1950, and a new exhibition was installed in 1955. This latter exhibition is still on display today, though it has been modified and revised. The museum has undergone many changes marking sites in the camp to better illustrate the complexities of the victimization of Jews and others at Auschwitz.
The Auschwitz-Birkenau memorial, located today on the site of the former Birkenau death camp, was a difficult project.
The unveiling of the International Monument to the Victims of Fascism in Birkenau, as the memorial was originally called, occurred in 1967 with approximately 200,000 people in attendance. Polish state officials, prisoners' organizations from many countries, the Israeli welfare minister, the East German and Italian foreign ministers, and numerous ambassadors and journalists were present. The memorial, too, has changed throughout the years. The plaques indicating that "4 million people" were killed at Auschwitz were removed in 1990. They were replaced with plaques stating the more accurate figure of “one and a half million.”
Birkenau was the largest of the more than 40 camps and sub-camps that made up the Auschwitz complex. During its three years of operation, it had a range of functions. When construction began in October 1941, it was supposed to be a camp for 125 thousand prisoners of war. It opened as a branch of Auschwitz in March 1942, and served at the same time as a center for the extermination of the Jews. In its final phase, from 1944, it also became a place where prisoners were concentrated before being transferred to labor in German industry in the depths of the Third Reich.
The majority—probably about 90%—of the victims of Auschwitz Concentration Camp died in Birkenau. This means approximately a million people. The majority, more than nine out of every ten, were Jews. A large proportion of the more than 70 thousand Poles who died or were killed in the Auschwitz complex perished in Birkenau. So did approximately 20 thousand Roma and Sinti, in addition to Soviet POWs and prisoners of other nationalities.
Ryan Miller #30 of the Buffalo Sabres lays on the ice after being victimized by yet another goal from the Philadelphia Flyers on October 26, 2010 at the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, PA. The Flyers defeated the Sabres 6-3.
(Inside Hockey/Bob Fina)
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The Polish government began planning a museum and memorial at Auschwitz almost immediately after the war ended. The Polish parliament passed an act creating the Auschwitz-Birkenau State Museum on July, 2, 1947. The first exhibition opened in that same year in Auschwitz I. The initial exhibit was expanded in 1950, and a new exhibition was installed in 1955. This latter exhibition is still on display today, though it has been modified and revised. The museum has undergone many changes marking sites in the camp to better illustrate the complexities of the victimization of Jews and others at Auschwitz.
The Auschwitz-Birkenau memorial, located today on the site of the former Birkenau death camp, was a difficult project.
The unveiling of the International Monument to the Victims of Fascism in Birkenau, as the memorial was originally called, occurred in 1967 with approximately 200,000 people in attendance. Polish state officials, prisoners' organizations from many countries, the Israeli welfare minister, the East German and Italian foreign ministers, and numerous ambassadors and journalists were present. The memorial, too, has changed throughout the years. The plaques indicating that "4 million people" were killed at Auschwitz were removed in 1990. They were replaced with plaques stating the more accurate figure of “one and a half million.”
Birkenau was the largest of the more than 40 camps and sub-camps that made up the Auschwitz complex. During its three years of operation, it had a range of functions. When construction began in October 1941, it was supposed to be a camp for 125 thousand prisoners of war. It opened as a branch of Auschwitz in March 1942, and served at the same time as a center for the extermination of the Jews. In its final phase, from 1944, it also became a place where prisoners were concentrated before being transferred to labor in German industry in the depths of the Third Reich.
The majority—probably about 90%—of the victims of Auschwitz Concentration Camp died in Birkenau. This means approximately a million people. The majority, more than nine out of every ten, were Jews. A large proportion of the more than 70 thousand Poles who died or were killed in the Auschwitz complex perished in Birkenau. So did approximately 20 thousand Roma and Sinti, in addition to Soviet POWs and prisoners of other nationalities.
The Polish government began planning a museum and memorial at Auschwitz almost immediately after the war ended. The Polish parliament passed an act creating the Auschwitz-Birkenau State Museum on July, 2, 1947. The first exhibition opened in that same year in Auschwitz I. The initial exhibit was expanded in 1950, and a new exhibition was installed in 1955. This latter exhibition is still on display today, though it has been modified and revised. The museum has undergone many changes marking sites in the camp to better illustrate the complexities of the victimization of Jews and others at Auschwitz.
The Auschwitz-Birkenau memorial, located today on the site of the former Birkenau death camp, was a difficult project.
The unveiling of the International Monument to the Victims of Fascism in Birkenau, as the memorial was originally called, occurred in 1967 with approximately 200,000 people in attendance. Polish state officials, prisoners' organizations from many countries, the Israeli welfare minister, the East German and Italian foreign ministers, and numerous ambassadors and journalists were present. The memorial, too, has changed throughout the years. The plaques indicating that "4 million people" were killed at Auschwitz were removed in 1990. They were replaced with plaques stating the more accurate figure of “one and a half million.”
Birkenau was the largest of the more than 40 camps and sub-camps that made up the Auschwitz complex. During its three years of operation, it had a range of functions. When construction began in October 1941, it was supposed to be a camp for 125 thousand prisoners of war. It opened as a branch of Auschwitz in March 1942, and served at the same time as a center for the extermination of the Jews. In its final phase, from 1944, it also became a place where prisoners were concentrated before being transferred to labor in German industry in the depths of the Third Reich.
The majority—probably about 90%—of the victims of Auschwitz Concentration Camp died in Birkenau. This means approximately a million people. The majority, more than nine out of every ten, were Jews. A large proportion of the more than 70 thousand Poles who died or were killed in the Auschwitz complex perished in Birkenau. So did approximately 20 thousand Roma and Sinti, in addition to Soviet POWs and prisoners of other nationalities.
Zygiella x-notata vs Ectropis crepuscularia
Sector orb weaver vs The engrailed moth
Venstersectorspin vs Gewone spikkelspanner
Canon 5D Mark IV + Sigma 180mm 1:2.8 APO macro DG HSM
I told them all, that I would stop.
But that's impossible. Not until I drop. Will I be unstoppable?
I won't let them figure me out. I'll put on a fake smile.
But inside, I'm going to shout. That will hold me awhile.
Inside he's hurting, more than I.
He says he wants his knife back, and that he might cry.
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I can't handle it any longer.
With the complex layering of housing, industrial grounds and shopping alleys, it's easy to get lost out there. The road network simply outgrew itself during the years. No wonder the streets of District 18 are seen by many as a maze. No simple thing city council will fix any day soon. Lately, several rebel factions on the rise have been using this to their advantage. It's obvious the justice system is barely holding up with the quantity of theft, kidnapping and vandalism happening. Tourists as well as local businesses are victimized around the clock. Tequilatron recently invested in a new fleet of speeders to outrun these raiders. Delivery sure isn't made easy these days!
My 'Abide' entry for the Battle for District 18