A high school girl is dead. Chloe suspects foul play. Lucifer is in the wrong time, wrong place.
Words: 1452, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of What if the Devil is one of us?
Anna Merlan has an op-ed adding some valuable context to the Seth Rich Conspiracy Factory, including the prominent role of everyone’s favorite pro-Trump libertarian ratfucker:
But the Rich theories wouldn’t have gone beyond WhatDoesItMean.com and Reddit without the help of prominent backers. In August, Julian Assange insinuated that Mr. Rich could have been the source of the D.N.C. emails put out by WikiLeaks and offered a $20,000 reward for information on Mr. Rich’s death, despite the fact that a hacking persona going by Guccifer 2.0 claimed responsibility. Mr. Assange says that WikiLeaks doesn’t reveal its sources, but if Mr. Rich leaked the emails, he would be able to distance himself from accusations that he’d acted as a funnel for a Russian intelligence operation.
This is how the modern conspiracy ecosystem works. Theories are hijacked by the self-interested. Mr. Assange was trying to protect his reputation. For others, the motive is financial. Alex Jones, the founder of Infowars, claims fluoride is put in the water supply to control people — and then sells a Fluoride Shield supplement. Often the motives are partisan: Both Pizzagate and Spirit Cooking — wild theories that accused Democratic insiders of engaging in satanic rituals and child sex abuse — were shared by right-wing outlets like Drudge Report and The Washington Times to discredit Democrats.
Mr. Assange’s insinuations broke a dam: Before long, private “investigators” emerged, offering their dubious help to the Rich family. A Republican lobbyist named Jack Burkman offered more reward money, walking through Washington neighborhoods with posters reading, “Do you know who murdered Seth Rich?”
That pattern of attention-seekers attaching themselves to the case repeated itself again and again. Robbin Young, a former Playboy model who’s claimed to be in contact with Guccifer 2.0, has implied that she fears being killed as a result of her own “investigating.” Mike Cernovich, a far-right blogger, has also gotten involved. Even the Russian embassy in London tweeted “#WikiLeaks informer Seth Rich murdered in US but MSM was so busy accusing Russian hackers to take notice.”
The biggest fish in this foul pond, though, is Sean Hannity of Fox News, who recently latched onto the Rich story, promoting it on his popular prime-time show and on social media. Mr. Hannity, a fierce Trump partisan, seemed aware that his speculation about Mr. Rich’s death could deflect attention away from the multitude of disasters dogging the White House and at his own scandal-plagued network. And he surely knew that the story would play well with his audience, which was eager to see the news about the Trump team’s Russia connections as a mainstream media smoke screen and Mr. Rich’s murder as the real fire.
I’m looking forward to Merlan’s book on the subject — understanding what conspiracy theories gain traction and why seems pretty critical to understanding the 2016 election.
First buttercups seen, lilacs in full flower, horsetails up to the point I can see them from the bike. Rain knocked a lot of petals off the apple and cherry trees. Even the oaks are filling in.
No roadkill identified, unless you count the twin bed mattress in the middle of the road. Guy was on his way back to fetch it and reload it on the waiting pickup . . .
Temperature got up to about 60 F, light wind, sunny. Got out on the bike. Did not die.
24.03 miles, 2:00:05
The Guardian, in one of many rapturous reviews, says:
Suffice to say that the official one-line synopsis of The Red Turtle – "the milestones in the life of a human being" – rings entirely true; the cycle of birth, death and rebirth is expressed with piercing clarity.
... which is sort of accurate, but very telling about expected audiences, and reviewers, and... everyone involved in the thing.
( 'ware spoilers! )
To be clear, I'm glad that I saw it: I loved the animals and the textures and the ways in which one got to know the small island; I loved the atmosphere and the great sweeping shots of tiny people against a vast expanse of sea and sky; I loved the detail of the glass bottle that washed up on the shore, echoing a much earlier barrel.
I just really wish that it didn't, in framing itself as universal, once again write the experiences of anyone who's not a factory-default man completely out of the story.
Fingers crossed I am getting back into the knack of meta/reviewing. As before, I am sticking these up on AO3. If you're interested they are here: Knock Knock & Oxygen.
Comments are always welcome. Replies to those may also be a tad belated.
The yugioh fandom community is getting a reboot, just in time for the new series! Whether you're a fan of the original Duel Monsters, GX, 5D's, Zexal or the new VRAINS, all series and fanworks are welcome. Fanfic, art, icons, discussions, it's all good. There's also a new FRIENDING MEME posted for meeting other fans.
So, with content notes for transmisogyny and transmisogynist violence, here's the very brief summary of why -- regardless of party leadership's opinion on that matter -- that poster is Not Okay. (Yes, I have explained this in painstaking detail in reply to the e-mail from the party.)
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1. What is your current main mode of transportation? e.g. car, bike, subway, walking etc.
2. Are you satisfied with your current main mode of transportation (answer to question 1)? Why?
3. Do you think you'll change your means of transit soon? e.g. buy a car, get rid of your car, walk more etc.? If so why?
4. If time distance and money were not factors how do you prefer to get from point A to point B?
5. What was your worst transit experience?
Not that I can see any particular way to *tell* mind you, except by context, given it’s the same pronunciation and character. Context was that Lin Xie was also in the field, which would lead me to think that this particular Xiao Shuai comes out to Lieutenant Marshal, but then there’s the fact that Lin Xie was apparently Commander General (Da Tong Ling, 大 统 领) at the time, so maybe Lin Shu really was Marshal of the whole Chiyan army and the xiao was (also pretty contextually suitable) the diminutive endearment.
Which, admittedly, /everyone/ seems to use for Lin Shu.
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Yesterday lunchtime I thought I'd finished editing and processing all of my photos, but then I sat down in the afternoon to read my journal and realised that I was missing a few days. It was only a couple of hundred photos though, and most of them are disappointingly blurry pictures of birds, so it won't be too long before I really have finished the task. Then I'll just have to merge my phone pics with my Real Camera pics, type up my journal notes, and find explanatory links, before I'm ready to share. *eyeroll*
It was delightful reading my journal yesterday. I loved being reminded of all the little details, and I'm so glad that I took the trouble to write as much as I could in full, rather than just jotting notes. Reading it is like discovering a book written by someone who is very much - but not exactly - like me. There are jokes and everything; I did an actual LOL. A+++ would read again.
I must make more work for myself by photographing the journal - it's one that I made myself and now that it's full of words and mementos it's a really lovely object that makes me very happy.
My sleep "routine" is even worse than usual lately. I think deadline stress is affecting it. I'm not even particularly behind on deadlines or anything, but I'm stressed anyway, which means my focus is shot... It's a nasty cycle.
It's still cooler than I like for the end of May, so we're not planting this weekend, but scruloose is outside digging the flowerbed-to-be. Hero!
Meanwhile, the potted clematis in the spare room are reaching through the air, groping for the window. It's kinda amazing.
Reminder that nanodownunder starts up in a few days! I'll quote china_shop:
Want to kick-start your writing?
Set your own goals -- this doesn't have to be a full 50K-word endeavour, just whatever you want to aim for. Pick a WIP to finish, or set a daily time- or wordcount-goal. Or just wing it, if you prefer.
Daily check-in posts. Locked comm so we can chat/cheer/commiserate in semi-privacy (ie, you have to join to play, but membership isn't moderated). Come one, come all...
EddieMcClintock tweeted a "Mini #WAREHOUSE13 reunion!" pic of himself, Scags, Aaron Ashmore, and (executive producer) Jack Kenny, and my heart melted all over the place.
Cordelia and I are both feeling terrible, but... Family obligations. Scott is cranky and snarling at everything. Great fun.
I keep thinking there has to be a good day this weekend, and life keeps saying no.
2. I'm attempting to read the new trilogy of Fool/Fitz books. I can't read them. I feel everything all at once and have to look away. I'm twenty pages in. I'm sure I'll calm down. (I won't calm down, but i will try not to document my every emotion. Fitz is 47. I don't know how the Fool is going to cope with that but I'm not coping at all. He's also still amazing, and he's sort of mature and sort of normal and happy, and he hasn't killed anyone in nearly ten years. But at the same time someone vaguely told him he didn't seem happy and he immediately went 'YES I AM FUCK OFF HOW DARE YOU? I'M FINE WITH MY NO WOLF AND MY NOT HAVING SEEN THE FOOL IN TEN YEARS THIS IS FINE I AM VERY HAPPY STOP LOOKING AT ME'. It was amazing.)
3. We've got air conditioning at work, it's like heaven.
On the first day I realised I'd made the mistake of not taking a PPI first thing, and digging up nettles plus acid reflux is a miserable combination. On the second day I sensibly did not take a shower before starting the gardening, and even more sensibly did take a PPI, but then I went and nettled my boobs, which was pretty much the opposite of sensible. On day three I nettled everything but my boobs. I'm not sure whether that made it a better day or not.
This morning I just couldn't be arsed to get up and dig nettles, but that was okay, because abrinksy decided he'd do some instead. Orwell supervised.
But I'd spent months trying to consider the consequences, of which there were two: Cassie and my kid brother, aged 15 and 5. The consequences of leaving them behind, alone to be abused, without me there to try and tell them how wrong what was happening was.
By the time I made that final pause, though, there was only one thing I could do. I could save myself and hope that someday, five years from then, ten years, twenty years later, I could save them, too.
Twenty years later, I am still considering the consequences of leaving home. I have not saved anyone, as eventually I realized we can only save ourselves. And leaving them at home did have consequences - with one kid gone, my mother and stepfather could laser focus on abusing the other two children remaining.
And abuse them they did. So much worse than what they did to me.
I know I made the right call for myself. But the survivor's guilt still has the ability to leap up and begin tearing at my throat. It's rare that it crosses my eyes, that I can see it at all anymore. But it still does run through my blood. I suppose on some level, it always will.
I'm still not - and likely never will be - convinced that I made the right move for them.
And what I'm feeling this morning, 35 years old paused in a doorway at 17 years old, is that it was not fair to have to consider those sorts of consequences. To save myself or try and stay and save everyone else...and now being old enough to where my siblings can tell me what happened to them after I left....things that I could have directed at myself instead of being inflicted on my siblings...
Survivor's guilt is an absolutely normal thing to feel in these circumstances. But it was certainly not fair that I had to make that decision.
No one ever should, let alone a 17 year old girl.