• https://www.foxnews.com/.../twitter-slams-aoc-she-says...

    "But Ocasio-Cortez argued that the "proposal" to ban gas stoves was a perfectly reasonable one. "The way we are handling it in NYC isn’t to force people to switch what they already have. Folks can keep their appliances, and new buildings in NYC will have gas-free stoves."

    TRANSLATION: The gas stoves are so deadly they MUST be banned. But it is perfectly OK for you to keep using the one you have!
    https://www.foxnews.com/.../twitter-slams-aoc-she-says... "But Ocasio-Cortez argued that the "proposal" to ban gas stoves was a perfectly reasonable one. "The way we are handling it in NYC isn’t to force people to switch what they already have. Folks can keep their appliances, and new buildings in NYC will have gas-free stoves." TRANSLATION: The gas stoves are so deadly they MUST be banned. But it is perfectly OK for you to keep using the one you have!
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  • In this 1890 picture, a woman is shown standing in a narrow cell, her arms affixed to the wall in a crucifixion pose. Though seemingly inhumane, at the time it was seen as a reasonable treatment for those with mental illness in Germany.
    In this 1890 picture, a woman is shown standing in a narrow cell, her arms affixed to the wall in a crucifixion pose. Though seemingly inhumane, at the time it was seen as a reasonable treatment for those with mental illness in Germany.
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  • Judy Mikovits Shocks The World: Most Damning Covid Evidence Bombshell The World Has Seen

    I would just like to say something here....
    If you LIE in a court (empowered by "We the People") it's #Perjury!
    And you GO TO PRISON FOR IT!

    Yet, #Corrupt Politicians LIE FOR A LIVING!
    And they are lying to "We the People" their EMPLOYERS!

    THIS is much more serious than lying in ANY #Court case!
    This is a LIE to the nation you supposedly "represent"

    THE PEOPLE authorize Courts! So lying to us is MUCH MORE SERIOUS than lying to those who we have authorized to run the courts!

    Those people WORK FOR US!
    If a politician LIES TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE IT SHOULD BE 5 YEARS IN PRISON! FOR EVERY INSTANCE! And it should disqualify them from EVER holding office again!

    If the LIE results in the DEATH OF AMERICANS (As did the lies about #Vaccines)
    the politician should recieve life in prison and / or EXECUTION!

    WHY do we send people to prison for DECADES for lying to ONE Judge, but politicians who LIE TO 330 MILLION AMERICANS go unpunished???
    This is unacceptable!

    It's time for REAL ACCOUNTABILITY!
    It's time to kick the "black robed priests" of the #BAR Association OUT of American courts...... And rebuild the system based on COMMON LAW where you MUST SHOW HARM TO ANOTHER PERSON TO BE CONVICTED OF A #Crime!

    And then we make our neighbors the "Judges"
    The judges we have now sold their soul to the BAR ASSOCIATION who controls them!

    THIS is why we never get #Justice!
    JUDGES are more corrupt than #Criminals!

    LIARS who lie to the entire nation need to receive an automatic 5 or 10 years!
    PERIOD! If I can be sent to prison for lying to ONE MAN, I think it;'s reasonable that politicians who LIE TO 330 MILLION AMERICANS should also go to PRISON

    And there's no logical argument against what I'm saying!
    Except "But I like lying, and I'm a politician"
    Tough Sh*t! Time for the politicians, #Police, and the rest of government to be held to the SAME EXACT STANDARDS AS THE PEOPLE ARE!

    https://rumble.com/v18oypk-judy-mikovits-shocks-the-world-most-damning-covid-evidence-bombshell-the-wo.html?mref=6zof&mrefc=7
    Judy Mikovits Shocks The World: Most Damning Covid Evidence Bombshell The World Has Seen I would just like to say something here.... If you LIE in a court (empowered by "We the People") it's #Perjury! And you GO TO PRISON FOR IT! Yet, #Corrupt Politicians LIE FOR A LIVING! And they are lying to "We the People" their EMPLOYERS! THIS is much more serious than lying in ANY #Court case! This is a LIE to the nation you supposedly "represent" THE PEOPLE authorize Courts! So lying to us is MUCH MORE SERIOUS than lying to those who we have authorized to run the courts! Those people WORK FOR US! If a politician LIES TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE IT SHOULD BE 5 YEARS IN PRISON! FOR EVERY INSTANCE! And it should disqualify them from EVER holding office again! If the LIE results in the DEATH OF AMERICANS (As did the lies about #Vaccines) the politician should recieve life in prison and / or EXECUTION! WHY do we send people to prison for DECADES for lying to ONE Judge, but politicians who LIE TO 330 MILLION AMERICANS go unpunished??? This is unacceptable! It's time for REAL ACCOUNTABILITY! It's time to kick the "black robed priests" of the #BAR Association OUT of American courts...... And rebuild the system based on COMMON LAW where you MUST SHOW HARM TO ANOTHER PERSON TO BE CONVICTED OF A #Crime! And then we make our neighbors the "Judges" The judges we have now sold their soul to the BAR ASSOCIATION who controls them! THIS is why we never get #Justice! JUDGES are more corrupt than #Criminals! LIARS who lie to the entire nation need to receive an automatic 5 or 10 years! PERIOD! If I can be sent to prison for lying to ONE MAN, I think it;'s reasonable that politicians who LIE TO 330 MILLION AMERICANS should also go to PRISON And there's no logical argument against what I'm saying! Except "But I like lying, and I'm a politician" Tough Sh*t! Time for the politicians, #Police, and the rest of government to be held to the SAME EXACT STANDARDS AS THE PEOPLE ARE! https://rumble.com/v18oypk-judy-mikovits-shocks-the-world-most-damning-covid-evidence-bombshell-the-wo.html?mref=6zof&mrefc=7
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  • Someone replied to a post I made and said
    "I NEVER CONSENTED TO ANY OF THIS"

    While true.... it don't matter legally!

    I'm sharing this to let you know that #Government "Assumes" that you Consent to whatever they do, UNLESS you OBJECT in a legal fashion!

    Here's the "Implied Consent" doctrine

    implied consent

    Implied consent, compared to express consent (where consent is directly and clearly given with explicit words), is the agreement given by a person’s action (even just a gesture) or inaction, or can be inferred from certain circumstances by any reasonable person. The person who gives consent can withdraw the consent anytime and should have the capacity to make valid consent. The actor who gets the consent is bound by the consent and cannot exceed its scope.

    In tort law, implied consent is a defense to an intentional tort. The plaintiff’s consent is implied when the plaintiff fails to object, or is silent in a situation in which a reasonable person would object to the defendant’s actions. Implied consent can arise from the actor’s reasonable interpretation of objective circumstances or from the consenter’s conduct. Consent can be implied by law, to save life, or protect property. For instance, under a medical emergency, when the person is unconscious and giving consent is impossible, but operating is necessary, consent is implied. Implied consent can also be inferred in custom; a person will be inferred to consent to an action when they participate in an activity in which certain action is necessary or customary. Especially when the activity with harmful or offensive contact can result in battery, the implied consent will be a defense of the actor (e.g., athletes have assumed the risk of violent contact within reasonable boundaries) unless the actor intentionally used force exceeding the consent or the consent was forced to submit.

    In contract law, the form of a contract requires mutual consent. When the offeror gives the offer, the offeree may give consent by performing on the contract. Such consent is implied by the offeree’s performance.

    When a person applies for a driving license or drives a car in a state that has an “implied consent” law (e.g., NY), they are considered to give implied consent to take a chemical test using blood, breath, or saliva to measure the blood alcohol content. If the person refuses to submit to testing, they will receive penalties, such as the suspension of their license.

    [Last updated in April of 2022 by the Wex Definitions Team]

    https://www.law.cornell.edu/wex/implied_consent

    ALL OF YOU should subscribe to "EternallyAware" on YouTube!
    He has researched STANDING ON YOUR RIGHTS A lot!
    Someone replied to a post I made and said "I NEVER CONSENTED TO ANY OF THIS" While true.... it don't matter legally! I'm sharing this to let you know that #Government "Assumes" that you Consent to whatever they do, UNLESS you OBJECT in a legal fashion! Here's the "Implied Consent" doctrine implied consent Implied consent, compared to express consent (where consent is directly and clearly given with explicit words), is the agreement given by a person’s action (even just a gesture) or inaction, or can be inferred from certain circumstances by any reasonable person. The person who gives consent can withdraw the consent anytime and should have the capacity to make valid consent. The actor who gets the consent is bound by the consent and cannot exceed its scope. In tort law, implied consent is a defense to an intentional tort. The plaintiff’s consent is implied when the plaintiff fails to object, or is silent in a situation in which a reasonable person would object to the defendant’s actions. Implied consent can arise from the actor’s reasonable interpretation of objective circumstances or from the consenter’s conduct. Consent can be implied by law, to save life, or protect property. For instance, under a medical emergency, when the person is unconscious and giving consent is impossible, but operating is necessary, consent is implied. Implied consent can also be inferred in custom; a person will be inferred to consent to an action when they participate in an activity in which certain action is necessary or customary. Especially when the activity with harmful or offensive contact can result in battery, the implied consent will be a defense of the actor (e.g., athletes have assumed the risk of violent contact within reasonable boundaries) unless the actor intentionally used force exceeding the consent or the consent was forced to submit. In contract law, the form of a contract requires mutual consent. When the offeror gives the offer, the offeree may give consent by performing on the contract. Such consent is implied by the offeree’s performance. When a person applies for a driving license or drives a car in a state that has an “implied consent” law (e.g., NY), they are considered to give implied consent to take a chemical test using blood, breath, or saliva to measure the blood alcohol content. If the person refuses to submit to testing, they will receive penalties, such as the suspension of their license. [Last updated in April of 2022 by the Wex Definitions Team] https://www.law.cornell.edu/wex/implied_consent ALL OF YOU should subscribe to "EternallyAware" on YouTube! He has researched STANDING ON YOUR RIGHTS A lot!
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  • This is chapter Chapter One of my latest Novel. 'A Space Tale' Please read and give me your honest opinions. I will post other chapters as they are ready for comments. Thank you.

    Soon the Alliance, Empire, Federation, and the Free-ports will start an all-out shooting war with each other in earnest. I am a merchant; the powers that be called me a pirate when I was not serving their interests. I have many friends in all four factions of the war to come, and I am independent of them and dependent on all four of them simultaneously. I am Alexander Maximovich, Captain of the City of Lviv Freighter. My friends call me Sasha; my enemies call me much worse.
    One place is special to me; the space station in the Federation. My friend Susan is the first officer there. The space station is the largest in the Federation territories. Five hundred years ago, the four main powers in the galaxy built the station, starting from an asteroid made of iron and copper. They mined the metals from it and other nearby asteroids. They captured many comets as a water source. As time went on, the station grew. Its purpose was a weigh station and unofficial bargaining location for the four major powers and the lesser factions inside each. For a long time, the station was marginally safer than in many of the planets of the powers.
    With my fleet of ships, we could traverse the settled space and many wild areas outside without too many problems from the major governments. I have found many treasures gained and lost good crews and ships. Those tales will wait. Recently negotiations with another merchant went terribly; I lost my right arm to a laser blast and broke my left leg in three places. The ship's doctor/cook set my leg and placed a regrowth frame for my arm. I returned to the station to recover and refit two of my ships. The impending war had made travel more dangerous. It will take six months to regrow my arm; an advantage of this is the titanium-tungsten bones are virtually unbreakable—no more broken arms. The head of security for the station is always watching my crew and me. He is a real pain in the arse. His favorite activity when we are docked at the station is to follow my crew and me. My orders to the crew are simple to stay out of trouble. So far, my crew had stayed out of too much trouble. Once a few of my people were cheated in a casino. They convinced the owner to give them their money back and anything they would have won if he had not cheated them. Security was not happy about the condition of the casino when my people left. That was a minor thing in the grand scheme of life.
    It took me a week to be up and moving; it was time I went to the officer's dining lounge to meet Susan and the new Captain. He was a hero from the Telepath War; he was tough but fair, from what I had heard. They were eating a non-descript gruel that was supposed to be breakfast at a table.

    “Сьюзан, мой дорогой друг. Как дела? Что вы едите?” I asked.
    “It is breakfast.” Said one of the people at the table.
    “Что это?” I asked.
    “Sasha, you need to speak standard Intergalactic.” Susan reprimanded me gently. “The others don't speak Russian.”
    “I apologize; I did not mean to be rude,” I told them. “So, what are you eating?”
    Captain Blalock said, “It is a fully nutritious balanced protein ration.”
    “It looks terrible,” I said.
    “We have a section in our contract labeled SUAEI,” Susan told me.
    “What does that mean?” I asked.
    “Shut up and eat it,” Susan replied. We all laughed.

    The following day I had five real meals of bacon, eggs, toast, and real brewed coffee delivered to them for breakfast. The brew unit was sent with the meals so the coffee would be fresh. Even the head of security, Mr. Gerund, appreciated the gesture. He probably thought his meal was poisoned but ate it anyway. Later that day, I spoke with Lt Cmdr Susan Malochek in her office; we grew up in Sangar in Siberia, a small town on the Lena River.
    “Susan, you are in a good mood today,” I said.
    “Yes, I had a great breakfast; Thank you, Sasha,” she replied
    “You are welcome. How could you stand that gruel for so long?” I asked.
    “You learn to tolerate it,” she said.
    “I have a ship that needs a permanent safe place to sit. It is a hydroponic and traditional grow ship. It sits in Hyperspace near a UV source, but it is hard to transfer food and supplies. Long-term stays in Hyperspace are difficult for a ship, and EVAs are dangerous. I would like it to sit safely from the star this station orbits. We can provide food at a reasonable price. The ship will need to be defended on occasion. Some people think they can take from me without paying. I can also bring in other supplies the station needs. I am sure you have some needs with the hostilities and the increase in pirates.” I told her.
    “Yes, pirates like you have been an increasing problem in many sectors.” she pointedly said.
    “Susan, you wound me. I am a merchant.” I retorted.
    “You're a pirate that would sell anything to anyone for a profit.” She accused.
    “I do make the best deals I can,” I said defensively.
    “You lost your arm, and your leg is broken in three places.” She reminded me.
    “That was a lousy negotiation, but you should see the Nargolan. He will be in rehabilitation a lot longer than I will. But, on to important matters; what do you need for the station?” I asked her.
    “We are short on every type of material I can think of. Our mining equipment is down more than it's up. We are getting less usable ore out of the few asteroids we find on the system's outer rim. We should have ten wings each of Cobra' X' and Raven' Y' wing fighters; we have maybe two operational flights. We have been cannibalizing ships to keep other ships up and running. The lack of fighters puts us in a bad position. It is not like they can move the station on a whim. Our transports are next to useless. They seem to be down for maintenance after every flight, and the crews have to do makeshift repairs. Our fabrication shops are in desperate need of metals and minerals. Food and medical supplies are in short supply.” she said.
    I felt like she had practiced that little speech a few times for my benefit.
    “Why don't you requisition more fighters from the Federation? They should want to protect the station.” I said.
    “It is not that simple; the Federation has cut back on our station's allocations. The war will start soon. The Federation cannot afford to give us any new fighters, parts, or supplies to fix the ones we have. The station will be left to fend for itself when the war starts.” She said.
    “I fear you may be right. I have friends in different sectors that may be able to help supply the station. It will be expensive. Traveling through some sectors is more dangerous than flying into the Void.” I said.
    “I like having a place to rest and refit my ships; I think we can do business. Send my Load Master a list of what you have to trade and what you need. Barter is going to be the most reliable method to get supplies. I believe I can get you most of what you need. Part of the station is industrial; I need 'Ring Ten'. There is virtually no one there. My ships can bring in raw materials. I know many worlds where I can trade some base metals for exotics.” I told her.
    She said, “I will send you the list by the end of today.”
    Good, My ship's load-master, and I will see where we can trade up for things you need here. We will also see what we have that you need. My Grow-ship will be here in a few days. It is not the fastest ship I own, but it goes where we need her. I will station her close enough to the star to get the proper UV light. There are many animals and plants on her. Join me for lunch; my cook is making rabbit stew just like Baba made for us.” I offered.
    I can't, She said. I have back-to-back meetings with the guilds and unions. Maybe later. Okay.
    “I need to get back to my ship to see what we have to help here. Also, to see where we can trade for you.” I said as I turned to leave.
    “Sasha, be safe.” She said as I left.

    Later that day:

    I asked, Ippolit, my Load-Master, “Did you get that list from Lt. Cmdr. Malochek?”
    “Yes, it came in about an hour ago. They have some base metals and a few hundred pounds of gold and platinum, nothing of much worth except on the outer planets. I was checking a survey of a nearby system; a giant asteroid with high carbon content could be worth something to the Alliance. The Empire has cut off the supply lines of raw carbon to them. If we bring in "The Lake Baikal," we could put it in her hold compartment. The factories on Lexix-10 would pay well for the carbon. There are a few good-sized comets we could capture for the water. No telling how many planets we could trade water on.” He said.
    “Make it happen. I am going to see when "The St. Petersburg" will arrive. We need to get her in position near the sun. She has been in Hyperspace too long,” I said.
    “You got the Captain to agree to protect her?” He asked.
    “Yes, we will sell food to the station, and they will provide added protection to our St. Petersburg,” I replied.

    When I got to my stateroom, Marina was waiting.
    “Yes, Marina?” I said in a weary voice.
    “I have been reviewing the list from Susan; It appears she is asking for a whole new station,” she told me.
    “That is our Susan; she will ask for ten thousand credits and settle for a thousand. Check her list of what they have against the list of needs to see where we can get the best trades.” I said.
    “I am doing that now; the computer should give us a list of possibilities soon. There is also the rim.” She added. “We could go a long way around the Free port-controlled space to the edge of the Alliance. Some isolated outposts need tech they usually don't get a chance at. Some of them will have the raw materials the station needs. Some younger star systems have plenty of asteroids and comets with minerals and metals we could trade for the parts she wants. We would make a decent profit to boot. There is a system with a dozen gas giants. I thought we could put an older freighter near a giant and siphon off some of the exotic gasses to trade near the rim.” she continued.
    “I looked at their fighter bay; their fighters are outdated and ready for the scrap heap. There are new versions of the cobra and raven, and we could find a few on the black market and station them in "The St. Petersburg." She will need protection. Hyperspace was safe, but now I wonder how safe she will be when coming here.” She said to me quietly. “The station could not pay for a new fighter, let alone the 90 Susan wants. We can get materials to make new parts, but new fighters are almost out of the question.” She finished.
    “You said "almost" what are you scheming at?” I asked dubiously.
    “Well, a few fighter wings are led by people with negotiable loyalties. I don't like negotiating with people their bosses cannot trust.” She said.
    “I agree, Marina; you can never trust the pilots or their commanders to stay and fight or not jump to the other side,” I said.
    “I know that. I was talking about getting the fighters, not their pilots,” she said in a snarky voice.
    “Marina, could you pull that off and get ten flight wings of "X" and "Y" fighters?” I asked.
    “I think I know a few units who would love early retirements on safe planets near the rim,” she said in a conspiratorial voice.
    “See if you can make it happen. I want a few extra fighters on our cargo ships. We could also use a good battleship or destroyer for protection and retribution. But I am dreaming; If someone stole a battleship, the original owners would be very pissed.” I said.
    “I'll see what I can do about the fighters.” She said.
    “Marina, let me know if you need any help negotiating,” I told her.
    “After the last negotiation, I will let you rest and take care of it myself. Besides, I like negotiating from a position of power. The station letting us live here is good for our business. Don't worry; I'll take care of everything.” She said.
    “That is what worries me,” I said as she left my stateroom.

    The rest of the day was spent reviewing Susan's lists and the list the computer spit out of where we could make the best trades. I was mentally exhausted and ready for a fight or a workout by dinner time, but my leg cast and right arm frame kept me in my chair. I had plotted the best routes to conserve fuel and time for three ships over four months. Next time I negotiate with Nargolans, I'll wear a phase suit. The Narg can shoot at the mirage.
    This is chapter Chapter One of my latest Novel. 'A Space Tale' Please read and give me your honest opinions. I will post other chapters as they are ready for comments. Thank you. Soon the Alliance, Empire, Federation, and the Free-ports will start an all-out shooting war with each other in earnest. I am a merchant; the powers that be called me a pirate when I was not serving their interests. I have many friends in all four factions of the war to come, and I am independent of them and dependent on all four of them simultaneously. I am Alexander Maximovich, Captain of the City of Lviv Freighter. My friends call me Sasha; my enemies call me much worse. One place is special to me; the space station in the Federation. My friend Susan is the first officer there. The space station is the largest in the Federation territories. Five hundred years ago, the four main powers in the galaxy built the station, starting from an asteroid made of iron and copper. They mined the metals from it and other nearby asteroids. They captured many comets as a water source. As time went on, the station grew. Its purpose was a weigh station and unofficial bargaining location for the four major powers and the lesser factions inside each. For a long time, the station was marginally safer than in many of the planets of the powers. With my fleet of ships, we could traverse the settled space and many wild areas outside without too many problems from the major governments. I have found many treasures gained and lost good crews and ships. Those tales will wait. Recently negotiations with another merchant went terribly; I lost my right arm to a laser blast and broke my left leg in three places. The ship's doctor/cook set my leg and placed a regrowth frame for my arm. I returned to the station to recover and refit two of my ships. The impending war had made travel more dangerous. It will take six months to regrow my arm; an advantage of this is the titanium-tungsten bones are virtually unbreakable—no more broken arms. The head of security for the station is always watching my crew and me. He is a real pain in the arse. His favorite activity when we are docked at the station is to follow my crew and me. My orders to the crew are simple to stay out of trouble. So far, my crew had stayed out of too much trouble. Once a few of my people were cheated in a casino. They convinced the owner to give them their money back and anything they would have won if he had not cheated them. Security was not happy about the condition of the casino when my people left. That was a minor thing in the grand scheme of life. It took me a week to be up and moving; it was time I went to the officer's dining lounge to meet Susan and the new Captain. He was a hero from the Telepath War; he was tough but fair, from what I had heard. They were eating a non-descript gruel that was supposed to be breakfast at a table. “Сьюзан, мой дорогой друг. Как дела? Что вы едите?” I asked. “It is breakfast.” Said one of the people at the table. “Что это?” I asked. “Sasha, you need to speak standard Intergalactic.” Susan reprimanded me gently. “The others don't speak Russian.” “I apologize; I did not mean to be rude,” I told them. “So, what are you eating?” Captain Blalock said, “It is a fully nutritious balanced protein ration.” “It looks terrible,” I said. “We have a section in our contract labeled SUAEI,” Susan told me. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Shut up and eat it,” Susan replied. We all laughed. The following day I had five real meals of bacon, eggs, toast, and real brewed coffee delivered to them for breakfast. The brew unit was sent with the meals so the coffee would be fresh. Even the head of security, Mr. Gerund, appreciated the gesture. He probably thought his meal was poisoned but ate it anyway. Later that day, I spoke with Lt Cmdr Susan Malochek in her office; we grew up in Sangar in Siberia, a small town on the Lena River. “Susan, you are in a good mood today,” I said. “Yes, I had a great breakfast; Thank you, Sasha,” she replied “You are welcome. How could you stand that gruel for so long?” I asked. “You learn to tolerate it,” she said. “I have a ship that needs a permanent safe place to sit. It is a hydroponic and traditional grow ship. It sits in Hyperspace near a UV source, but it is hard to transfer food and supplies. Long-term stays in Hyperspace are difficult for a ship, and EVAs are dangerous. I would like it to sit safely from the star this station orbits. We can provide food at a reasonable price. The ship will need to be defended on occasion. Some people think they can take from me without paying. I can also bring in other supplies the station needs. I am sure you have some needs with the hostilities and the increase in pirates.” I told her. “Yes, pirates like you have been an increasing problem in many sectors.” she pointedly said. “Susan, you wound me. I am a merchant.” I retorted. “You're a pirate that would sell anything to anyone for a profit.” She accused. “I do make the best deals I can,” I said defensively. “You lost your arm, and your leg is broken in three places.” She reminded me. “That was a lousy negotiation, but you should see the Nargolan. He will be in rehabilitation a lot longer than I will. But, on to important matters; what do you need for the station?” I asked her. “We are short on every type of material I can think of. Our mining equipment is down more than it's up. We are getting less usable ore out of the few asteroids we find on the system's outer rim. We should have ten wings each of Cobra' X' and Raven' Y' wing fighters; we have maybe two operational flights. We have been cannibalizing ships to keep other ships up and running. The lack of fighters puts us in a bad position. It is not like they can move the station on a whim. Our transports are next to useless. They seem to be down for maintenance after every flight, and the crews have to do makeshift repairs. Our fabrication shops are in desperate need of metals and minerals. Food and medical supplies are in short supply.” she said. I felt like she had practiced that little speech a few times for my benefit. “Why don't you requisition more fighters from the Federation? They should want to protect the station.” I said. “It is not that simple; the Federation has cut back on our station's allocations. The war will start soon. The Federation cannot afford to give us any new fighters, parts, or supplies to fix the ones we have. The station will be left to fend for itself when the war starts.” She said. “I fear you may be right. I have friends in different sectors that may be able to help supply the station. It will be expensive. Traveling through some sectors is more dangerous than flying into the Void.” I said. “I like having a place to rest and refit my ships; I think we can do business. Send my Load Master a list of what you have to trade and what you need. Barter is going to be the most reliable method to get supplies. I believe I can get you most of what you need. Part of the station is industrial; I need 'Ring Ten'. There is virtually no one there. My ships can bring in raw materials. I know many worlds where I can trade some base metals for exotics.” I told her. She said, “I will send you the list by the end of today.” Good, My ship's load-master, and I will see where we can trade up for things you need here. We will also see what we have that you need. My Grow-ship will be here in a few days. It is not the fastest ship I own, but it goes where we need her. I will station her close enough to the star to get the proper UV light. There are many animals and plants on her. Join me for lunch; my cook is making rabbit stew just like Baba made for us.” I offered. I can't, She said. I have back-to-back meetings with the guilds and unions. Maybe later. Okay. “I need to get back to my ship to see what we have to help here. Also, to see where we can trade for you.” I said as I turned to leave. “Sasha, be safe.” She said as I left. Later that day: I asked, Ippolit, my Load-Master, “Did you get that list from Lt. Cmdr. Malochek?” “Yes, it came in about an hour ago. They have some base metals and a few hundred pounds of gold and platinum, nothing of much worth except on the outer planets. I was checking a survey of a nearby system; a giant asteroid with high carbon content could be worth something to the Alliance. The Empire has cut off the supply lines of raw carbon to them. If we bring in "The Lake Baikal," we could put it in her hold compartment. The factories on Lexix-10 would pay well for the carbon. There are a few good-sized comets we could capture for the water. No telling how many planets we could trade water on.” He said. “Make it happen. I am going to see when "The St. Petersburg" will arrive. We need to get her in position near the sun. She has been in Hyperspace too long,” I said. “You got the Captain to agree to protect her?” He asked. “Yes, we will sell food to the station, and they will provide added protection to our St. Petersburg,” I replied. When I got to my stateroom, Marina was waiting. “Yes, Marina?” I said in a weary voice. “I have been reviewing the list from Susan; It appears she is asking for a whole new station,” she told me. “That is our Susan; she will ask for ten thousand credits and settle for a thousand. Check her list of what they have against the list of needs to see where we can get the best trades.” I said. “I am doing that now; the computer should give us a list of possibilities soon. There is also the rim.” She added. “We could go a long way around the Free port-controlled space to the edge of the Alliance. Some isolated outposts need tech they usually don't get a chance at. Some of them will have the raw materials the station needs. Some younger star systems have plenty of asteroids and comets with minerals and metals we could trade for the parts she wants. We would make a decent profit to boot. There is a system with a dozen gas giants. I thought we could put an older freighter near a giant and siphon off some of the exotic gasses to trade near the rim.” she continued. “I looked at their fighter bay; their fighters are outdated and ready for the scrap heap. There are new versions of the cobra and raven, and we could find a few on the black market and station them in "The St. Petersburg." She will need protection. Hyperspace was safe, but now I wonder how safe she will be when coming here.” She said to me quietly. “The station could not pay for a new fighter, let alone the 90 Susan wants. We can get materials to make new parts, but new fighters are almost out of the question.” She finished. “You said "almost" what are you scheming at?” I asked dubiously. “Well, a few fighter wings are led by people with negotiable loyalties. I don't like negotiating with people their bosses cannot trust.” She said. “I agree, Marina; you can never trust the pilots or their commanders to stay and fight or not jump to the other side,” I said. “I know that. I was talking about getting the fighters, not their pilots,” she said in a snarky voice. “Marina, could you pull that off and get ten flight wings of "X" and "Y" fighters?” I asked. “I think I know a few units who would love early retirements on safe planets near the rim,” she said in a conspiratorial voice. “See if you can make it happen. I want a few extra fighters on our cargo ships. We could also use a good battleship or destroyer for protection and retribution. But I am dreaming; If someone stole a battleship, the original owners would be very pissed.” I said. “I'll see what I can do about the fighters.” She said. “Marina, let me know if you need any help negotiating,” I told her. “After the last negotiation, I will let you rest and take care of it myself. Besides, I like negotiating from a position of power. The station letting us live here is good for our business. Don't worry; I'll take care of everything.” She said. “That is what worries me,” I said as she left my stateroom. The rest of the day was spent reviewing Susan's lists and the list the computer spit out of where we could make the best trades. I was mentally exhausted and ready for a fight or a workout by dinner time, but my leg cast and right arm frame kept me in my chair. I had plotted the best routes to conserve fuel and time for three ships over four months. Next time I negotiate with Nargolans, I'll wear a phase suit. The Narg can shoot at the mirage.
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  • Here is Chapter One of my latest novel Working Title 'A Space Tale.' Please read it and let me know your thought and feelings. It is a work in Progress.

    Soon the Alliance, Empire, Federation, and the Free-ports will start an all-out shooting war with each other in earnest. I am a merchant; the powers that be called me a pirate when I was not serving their interests. I have many friends in all four factions of the war to come, and I am independent of them and dependent on all four of them simultaneously. I am Alexander Maximovich, Captain of the City of Lviv Freighter. My friends call me Sasha; my enemies call me much worse.
    One place is special to me; the space station in the Federation. My friend Susan is the first officer there. The space station is the largest in the Federation territories. Five hundred years ago, the four main powers in the galaxy built the station, starting from an asteroid made of iron and copper. They mined the metals from it and other nearby asteroids. They captured many comets as a water source. As time went on, the station grew. Its purpose was a weigh station and unofficial bargaining location for the four major powers and the lesser factions inside each. For a long time, the station was marginally safer than in many of the planets of the powers.
    With my fleet of ships, we could traverse the settled space and many wild areas outside without too many problems from the major governments. I have found many treasures gained and lost good crews and ships. Those tales will wait. Recently negotiations with another merchant went terribly; I lost my right arm to a laser blast and broke my left leg in three places. The ship's doctor/cook set my leg and placed a regrowth frame for my arm. I returned to the station to recover and refit two of my ships. The impending war had made travel more dangerous. It will take six months to regrow my arm; an advantage of this is the titanium-tungsten bones are virtually unbreakable—no more broken arms. The head of security for the station is always watching my crew and me. He is a real pain in the arse. His favorite activity when we are docked at the station is to follow my crew and me. My orders to the crew are simple to stay out of trouble. So far, my crew had stayed out of too much trouble. Once a few of my people were cheated in a casino. They convinced the owner to give them their money back and anything they would have won if he had not cheated them. Security was not happy about the condition of the casino when my people left. That was a minor thing in the grand scheme of life.
    It took me a week to be up and moving; it was time I went to the officer's dining lounge to meet Susan and the new Captain. He was a hero from the Telepath War; he was tough but fair from what I had heard. They were eating a non-descript gruel that was supposed to be breakfast at a table.

    “Сьюзан, мой дорогой друг. Как дела? Что вы едите?” I asked.
    “It is breakfast.” Said one of the people at the table.
    “Что это?” I asked.
    “Sasha, you need to speak standard Intergalactic.” Susan reprimanded me gently. “The others don't speak Russian.”
    “I apologize; I did not mean to be rude,” I told them. “So, what are you eating?”
    Captain Blalock said, “It is a fully nutritious balanced protein ration.”
    “It looks terrible,” I said.
    “We have a section in our contract labeled SUAEI,” Susan told me.
    “What does that mean?” I asked.
    “Shut up and eat it,” Susan replied. We all laughed.

    The following day I had five real meals of bacon, eggs, toast, and real brewed coffee delivered to them for breakfast. The brew unit was sent with the meals so the coffee would be fresh. Even the head of security, Mr. Gerund, appreciated the gesture. He probably thought his meal was poisoned but ate it anyway. Later that day, I spoke with Lt Cmdr Susan Malochek in her office; we grew up in Sangar in Siberia, a small town on the Lena River.
    “Susan, you are in a good mood today,” I said.
    “Yes, I had a great breakfast; Thank you, Sasha,” she replied
    “You are welcome. How could you stand that gruel for so long?” I asked.
    “You learn to tolerate it,” she said.
    “I have a ship that needs a permanent safe place to sit. It is a hydroponic and traditional grow ship. It sits in Hyperspace near a UV source, but it is hard to transfer food and supplies. Long-term stays in Hyperspace are difficult for a ship, and EVAs are dangerous. I would like it to sit safely from the star this station orbits. We can provide food at a reasonable price. The ship will need to be defended on occasion. Some people think they can take from me without paying. I can also bring in other supplies the station needs. I am sure you have some needs with the hostilities and the increase in pirates.” I told her.
    “Yes, pirates like you have been an increasing problem in many sectors.” she pointedly said.
    “Susan, you wound me. I am a merchant.” I retorted.
    “You're a pirate that would sell anything to anyone for a profit.” She accused.
    “I do make the best deals I can,” I said defensively.
    “You lost your arm, and your leg is broken in three places.” She reminded me.
    “That was a lousy negotiation, but you should see the Nargolan. He will be in rehabilitation a lot longer than I will. But, on to important matters; what do you need for the station?” I asked her.
    “We are short on every type of material I can think of. Our mining equipment is down more than it's up. We are getting less usable ore out of the few asteroids we find on the system's outer rim. We should have ten wings each of Cobra' X' and Raven' Y' wing fighters; we have maybe two operational flights. We have been cannibalizing ships to keep other ships up and running. The lack of fighters puts us in a bad position. It is not like they can move the station on a whim. Our transports are next to useless. It seems that they are down for maintenance after every flight, and the crews have to do makeshift repairs. Our fabrication shops are in desperate need of metals and minerals. Food and medical supplies are in short supply.” she said.
    I felt like she had practiced that little speech a few times for my benefit.
    “Why don't you requisition more fighters from the Federation? They should want to protect the station.” I said.
    “It is not that simple; the Federation has cut back on our station's allocations. The war will start soon. The Federation cannot afford to give us any new fighters, parts, or supplies to fix the ones we have. I think the station will be left to fend for itself when the war starts.” She said.
    “I fear you may be right. I have friends in different sectors that may be able to help supply the station. It will be expensive. Traveling through some sectors is more dangerous than flying into the Void.” I said.
    “I like having a place to rest and refit my ships; I think we can do business. Send my Load Master a list of what you have to trade and what you need. Barter is going to be the most reliable method to get supplies. I believe I can get you most of what you need. Part of the station is industrial; I need 'Ring Ten'. There is virtually no one there. My ships can bring in raw materials. I know many worlds where I can trade some base metals for exotics.” I told her.
    She said, “I will send you the list by the end of today.”
    Good, My ship's load-master, and I will see where we can trade up for things you need here. We will also see what we have that you need. My Grow-ship will be here in a few days. It is not the fastest ship I own, but it goes where we need her. I will station her close enough to the star to get the proper UV light. There are many animals and plants on her. Join me for lunch; my cook is making rabbit stew just like Baba made for us.” I offered.
    I can't, She said. I have back-to-back meetings with the guilds and unions. Maybe later. Okay.
    “I need to get back to my ship to see what we have to help here. Also, to see where we can trade for you.” I said as I turned to leave.
    “Sasha, be safe.” She said as I left.

    Later that day:

    I asked, Ippolit, my Load-Master, “Did you get that list from Lt. Cmdr. Malochek?”
    “Yes, it came in about an hour ago. They have some base metals and a few hundred pounds of gold and platinum, nothing of much worth except on the outer planets. I was checking a survey of a nearby system; a giant asteroid with high carbon content could be worth something to the Alliance. The Empire has cut off the supply lines of raw carbon to them. If we bring in "The Lake Baikal," we could put it in her hold compartment. The factories on Lexix-10 would pay well for the carbon. There are a few good-sized comets we could capture for the water. No telling how many planets we could trade water on.” He said.
    “Make it happen. I am going to see when "The St. Petersburg" will arrive. We need to get her in position near the sun. She has been in Hyperspace too long,” I said.
    “You got the Captain to agree to protect her?” He asked.
    “Yes, we will sell food to the station, and they will provide added protection to our St. Petersburg,” I replied.

    When I got to my stateroom, Marina was waiting.
    “Yes, Marina?” I said in a weary voice.
    “I have been reviewing the list from Susan; It appears she is asking for a whole new station,” she told me.
    “That is our Susan; she will ask for ten thousand credits and settle for a thousand. Check her list of what they have against the list of needs to see where we can get the best trades.” I said.
    “I am doing that now; the computer should give us a list of possibilities soon. There is also the rim.” She added. “We could go a long way around the Free port-controlled space to the edge of the Alliance. Some isolated outposts need tech they usually don't get a chance at. Some of them will have the raw materials the station needs. Some younger star systems have plenty of asteroids and comets with minerals and metals we could trade for the parts she wants. We would make a decent profit to boot. There is a system with a dozen gas giants. I thought we could put an older freighter near a giant and siphon off some of the exotic gasses to trade near the rim.” she continued.
    “I looked at their fighter bay; their fighters are outdated and ready for the scrap heap. There are new versions of the cobra and raven, and we could find a few on the black market and station them in "The St. Petersburg." She will need protection. Hyperspace was safe, but now I wonder how safe she will be when coming here.” She said to me quietly. “The station could not pay for a new fighter, let alone the 90 Susan wants. We can get materials to make new parts, but new fighters are almost out of the question.” She finished.
    “You said "almost" what are you scheming at?” I asked dubiously.
    “Well, a few fighter wings are led by people with negotiable loyalties. I don't like negotiating with people their bosses cannot trust.” She said.
    “I agree, Marina; you can never trust the pilots or their commanders to stay and fight or not jump to the other side,” I said.
    “I know that. I was talking about getting the fighters, not their pilots,” she said in a snarky voice.
    “Marina, could you pull that off and get ten flight wings of "X" and "Y" fighters?” I asked.
    “I think I know a few units who would love early retirements on safe planets near the rim,” she said in a conspiratorial voice.
    “See if you can make it happen. I want a few extra fighters on our cargo ships. We could also use a good battleship or destroyer for protection and retribution. But I am dreaming; If someone stole a battleship, the original owners would be very pissed.” I said.
    “I'll see what I can do about the fighters.” She said.
    “Marina, let me know if you need any help negotiating,” I told her.
    “After the last negotiation, I will let you rest and take care of it myself. Besides, I like negotiating from a position of power. The station letting us live here is good for our business. Don't worry; I'll take care of everything.” She said.
    “That is what worries me,” I said as she left my stateroom.

    The rest of the day was spent reviewing Susan's lists and the list the computer spit out of where we could make the best trades. I was mentally exhausted and ready for a fight or a workout by dinner time, but my leg cast and right arm frame kept me in my chair. I had plotted the best routes to conserve fuel and time for three ships over four months. Next time I negotiate with Nargolans, I'll wear a phase suit. The Narg can shoot at the mirage.
    Here is Chapter One of my latest novel Working Title 'A Space Tale.' Please read it and let me know your thought and feelings. It is a work in Progress. Soon the Alliance, Empire, Federation, and the Free-ports will start an all-out shooting war with each other in earnest. I am a merchant; the powers that be called me a pirate when I was not serving their interests. I have many friends in all four factions of the war to come, and I am independent of them and dependent on all four of them simultaneously. I am Alexander Maximovich, Captain of the City of Lviv Freighter. My friends call me Sasha; my enemies call me much worse. One place is special to me; the space station in the Federation. My friend Susan is the first officer there. The space station is the largest in the Federation territories. Five hundred years ago, the four main powers in the galaxy built the station, starting from an asteroid made of iron and copper. They mined the metals from it and other nearby asteroids. They captured many comets as a water source. As time went on, the station grew. Its purpose was a weigh station and unofficial bargaining location for the four major powers and the lesser factions inside each. For a long time, the station was marginally safer than in many of the planets of the powers. With my fleet of ships, we could traverse the settled space and many wild areas outside without too many problems from the major governments. I have found many treasures gained and lost good crews and ships. Those tales will wait. Recently negotiations with another merchant went terribly; I lost my right arm to a laser blast and broke my left leg in three places. The ship's doctor/cook set my leg and placed a regrowth frame for my arm. I returned to the station to recover and refit two of my ships. The impending war had made travel more dangerous. It will take six months to regrow my arm; an advantage of this is the titanium-tungsten bones are virtually unbreakable—no more broken arms. The head of security for the station is always watching my crew and me. He is a real pain in the arse. His favorite activity when we are docked at the station is to follow my crew and me. My orders to the crew are simple to stay out of trouble. So far, my crew had stayed out of too much trouble. Once a few of my people were cheated in a casino. They convinced the owner to give them their money back and anything they would have won if he had not cheated them. Security was not happy about the condition of the casino when my people left. That was a minor thing in the grand scheme of life. It took me a week to be up and moving; it was time I went to the officer's dining lounge to meet Susan and the new Captain. He was a hero from the Telepath War; he was tough but fair from what I had heard. They were eating a non-descript gruel that was supposed to be breakfast at a table. “Сьюзан, мой дорогой друг. Как дела? Что вы едите?” I asked. “It is breakfast.” Said one of the people at the table. “Что это?” I asked. “Sasha, you need to speak standard Intergalactic.” Susan reprimanded me gently. “The others don't speak Russian.” “I apologize; I did not mean to be rude,” I told them. “So, what are you eating?” Captain Blalock said, “It is a fully nutritious balanced protein ration.” “It looks terrible,” I said. “We have a section in our contract labeled SUAEI,” Susan told me. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Shut up and eat it,” Susan replied. We all laughed. The following day I had five real meals of bacon, eggs, toast, and real brewed coffee delivered to them for breakfast. The brew unit was sent with the meals so the coffee would be fresh. Even the head of security, Mr. Gerund, appreciated the gesture. He probably thought his meal was poisoned but ate it anyway. Later that day, I spoke with Lt Cmdr Susan Malochek in her office; we grew up in Sangar in Siberia, a small town on the Lena River. “Susan, you are in a good mood today,” I said. “Yes, I had a great breakfast; Thank you, Sasha,” she replied “You are welcome. How could you stand that gruel for so long?” I asked. “You learn to tolerate it,” she said. “I have a ship that needs a permanent safe place to sit. It is a hydroponic and traditional grow ship. It sits in Hyperspace near a UV source, but it is hard to transfer food and supplies. Long-term stays in Hyperspace are difficult for a ship, and EVAs are dangerous. I would like it to sit safely from the star this station orbits. We can provide food at a reasonable price. The ship will need to be defended on occasion. Some people think they can take from me without paying. I can also bring in other supplies the station needs. I am sure you have some needs with the hostilities and the increase in pirates.” I told her. “Yes, pirates like you have been an increasing problem in many sectors.” she pointedly said. “Susan, you wound me. I am a merchant.” I retorted. “You're a pirate that would sell anything to anyone for a profit.” She accused. “I do make the best deals I can,” I said defensively. “You lost your arm, and your leg is broken in three places.” She reminded me. “That was a lousy negotiation, but you should see the Nargolan. He will be in rehabilitation a lot longer than I will. But, on to important matters; what do you need for the station?” I asked her. “We are short on every type of material I can think of. Our mining equipment is down more than it's up. We are getting less usable ore out of the few asteroids we find on the system's outer rim. We should have ten wings each of Cobra' X' and Raven' Y' wing fighters; we have maybe two operational flights. We have been cannibalizing ships to keep other ships up and running. The lack of fighters puts us in a bad position. It is not like they can move the station on a whim. Our transports are next to useless. It seems that they are down for maintenance after every flight, and the crews have to do makeshift repairs. Our fabrication shops are in desperate need of metals and minerals. Food and medical supplies are in short supply.” she said. I felt like she had practiced that little speech a few times for my benefit. “Why don't you requisition more fighters from the Federation? They should want to protect the station.” I said. “It is not that simple; the Federation has cut back on our station's allocations. The war will start soon. The Federation cannot afford to give us any new fighters, parts, or supplies to fix the ones we have. I think the station will be left to fend for itself when the war starts.” She said. “I fear you may be right. I have friends in different sectors that may be able to help supply the station. It will be expensive. Traveling through some sectors is more dangerous than flying into the Void.” I said. “I like having a place to rest and refit my ships; I think we can do business. Send my Load Master a list of what you have to trade and what you need. Barter is going to be the most reliable method to get supplies. I believe I can get you most of what you need. Part of the station is industrial; I need 'Ring Ten'. There is virtually no one there. My ships can bring in raw materials. I know many worlds where I can trade some base metals for exotics.” I told her. She said, “I will send you the list by the end of today.” Good, My ship's load-master, and I will see where we can trade up for things you need here. We will also see what we have that you need. My Grow-ship will be here in a few days. It is not the fastest ship I own, but it goes where we need her. I will station her close enough to the star to get the proper UV light. There are many animals and plants on her. Join me for lunch; my cook is making rabbit stew just like Baba made for us.” I offered. I can't, She said. I have back-to-back meetings with the guilds and unions. Maybe later. Okay. “I need to get back to my ship to see what we have to help here. Also, to see where we can trade for you.” I said as I turned to leave. “Sasha, be safe.” She said as I left. Later that day: I asked, Ippolit, my Load-Master, “Did you get that list from Lt. Cmdr. Malochek?” “Yes, it came in about an hour ago. They have some base metals and a few hundred pounds of gold and platinum, nothing of much worth except on the outer planets. I was checking a survey of a nearby system; a giant asteroid with high carbon content could be worth something to the Alliance. The Empire has cut off the supply lines of raw carbon to them. If we bring in "The Lake Baikal," we could put it in her hold compartment. The factories on Lexix-10 would pay well for the carbon. There are a few good-sized comets we could capture for the water. No telling how many planets we could trade water on.” He said. “Make it happen. I am going to see when "The St. Petersburg" will arrive. We need to get her in position near the sun. She has been in Hyperspace too long,” I said. “You got the Captain to agree to protect her?” He asked. “Yes, we will sell food to the station, and they will provide added protection to our St. Petersburg,” I replied. When I got to my stateroom, Marina was waiting. “Yes, Marina?” I said in a weary voice. “I have been reviewing the list from Susan; It appears she is asking for a whole new station,” she told me. “That is our Susan; she will ask for ten thousand credits and settle for a thousand. Check her list of what they have against the list of needs to see where we can get the best trades.” I said. “I am doing that now; the computer should give us a list of possibilities soon. There is also the rim.” She added. “We could go a long way around the Free port-controlled space to the edge of the Alliance. Some isolated outposts need tech they usually don't get a chance at. Some of them will have the raw materials the station needs. Some younger star systems have plenty of asteroids and comets with minerals and metals we could trade for the parts she wants. We would make a decent profit to boot. There is a system with a dozen gas giants. I thought we could put an older freighter near a giant and siphon off some of the exotic gasses to trade near the rim.” she continued. “I looked at their fighter bay; their fighters are outdated and ready for the scrap heap. There are new versions of the cobra and raven, and we could find a few on the black market and station them in "The St. Petersburg." She will need protection. Hyperspace was safe, but now I wonder how safe she will be when coming here.” She said to me quietly. “The station could not pay for a new fighter, let alone the 90 Susan wants. We can get materials to make new parts, but new fighters are almost out of the question.” She finished. “You said "almost" what are you scheming at?” I asked dubiously. “Well, a few fighter wings are led by people with negotiable loyalties. I don't like negotiating with people their bosses cannot trust.” She said. “I agree, Marina; you can never trust the pilots or their commanders to stay and fight or not jump to the other side,” I said. “I know that. I was talking about getting the fighters, not their pilots,” she said in a snarky voice. “Marina, could you pull that off and get ten flight wings of "X" and "Y" fighters?” I asked. “I think I know a few units who would love early retirements on safe planets near the rim,” she said in a conspiratorial voice. “See if you can make it happen. I want a few extra fighters on our cargo ships. We could also use a good battleship or destroyer for protection and retribution. But I am dreaming; If someone stole a battleship, the original owners would be very pissed.” I said. “I'll see what I can do about the fighters.” She said. “Marina, let me know if you need any help negotiating,” I told her. “After the last negotiation, I will let you rest and take care of it myself. Besides, I like negotiating from a position of power. The station letting us live here is good for our business. Don't worry; I'll take care of everything.” She said. “That is what worries me,” I said as she left my stateroom. The rest of the day was spent reviewing Susan's lists and the list the computer spit out of where we could make the best trades. I was mentally exhausted and ready for a fight or a workout by dinner time, but my leg cast and right arm frame kept me in my chair. I had plotted the best routes to conserve fuel and time for three ships over four months. Next time I negotiate with Nargolans, I'll wear a phase suit. The Narg can shoot at the mirage.
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    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/any-republican-candidate-who-made-these-promises-would-be-elected-president/

    -- Problem is ‘Sexual Revolution’: Schumer’s Labor Shortage Plan Insults Reasonable People’s Intelligence …
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    Daily Surge Steve Pauwels/Managing Editor 12-8-22 dailysurge.com -- Suspicions Confirmed: What We’ve Learned about Censorship and Suppression of Speech in ‘Free’ America https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/suspicions-confirmed-what-weve-learned-about-censorship-and-suppression-of-speech-in-free-america/ "By a “dangerous pattern,” I’m referring to the pattern of censoring and/or suppressing conservative Christian speech on social media platforms. Those who have been on the front lines of the culture wars have experienced this for years. We have watched our pages shut down, our channels removed, and our posts blocked all because we affirmed what the Bible said about marriage, sexuality, and LGBTQ+ related themes." -- Have Yourself a Chill Christmas: 10 Tips to Reduce Stress and Really Enjoy Your Holidays https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/have-yourself-a-chill-christmas-10-tips-to-reduce-stress-and-really-enjoy-your-holidays/ -- Playoff Scenario Taking Shape: Pigskin Pundit’s Picks, Week 14 https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/playoff-scenario-taking-shape-pigskin-pundits-picks-week-14/ -- Hybrid Vehicles Make Sense Nowadays … Oversized Mansions for Tiny Families? Not So Much https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/hybrid-vehicles-make-sense-nowadays-oversized-mansions-for-tiny-families-not-so-much/ -- Agenda of Sexual Left: 10 Ways America Being Groomed to Normalize Pedophilia https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/agenda-of-sexual-left10-ways-america-being-groomed-to-normalize-pedophilia/ -- Leftists’ Decades Long Strategy: Playing the Long Game Against Faith, Family and Freedom https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leftists-decades-long-strategy-playing-the-long-game-against-faith-family-and-freedom/ -- Yeah, It’s a Real Thing: The Political Seduction of the Christian Left https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/yeah-its-a-real-thing-the-political-seduction-of-the-christian-left/ -- Any Republican Candidate — Not Just Donald Trump –Would Be Elected President … If He Made These Promises https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/any-republican-candidate-who-made-these-promises-would-be-elected-president/ -- Problem is ‘Sexual Revolution’: Schumer’s Labor Shortage Plan Insults Reasonable People’s Intelligence … https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/problem-is-sexual-revolution-schumers-labor-shortage-plan-insults-reasonable-peoples-intelligence/ Jump on over and check us out! dailysurge.com
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    Steve Pauwels/Managing Editor
    12-7-22
    dailysurge.com
    -- Hybrid Vehicles Make Sense Nowadays … Oversized Mansions for Tiny Families? Not So Much
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/hybrid-vehicles-make-sense-nowadays-oversized-mansions-for-tiny-families-not-so-much/

    “Hybrid gasoline/electric vehicles make the most sense. A small, highly efficient gasoline-powered engine/generator set can keep a vehicle's battery-pack properly charged on an as-needed basis. Of course, household power could also be used for charging purposes when an EV vehicle is inoperative.”

    -- Agenda of Sexual Left: 10 Ways America Being Groomed to Normalize Pedophilia
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/agenda-of-sexual-left10-ways-america-being-groomed-to-normalize-pedophilia/

    -- Leftists’ Decades Long Strategy: Playing the Long Game Against Faith, Family and Freedom
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leftists-decades-long-strategy-playing-the-long-game-against-faith-family-and-freedom/

    -- Yeah, It’s a Real Thing: The Political Seduction of the Christian Left
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/yeah-its-a-real-thing-the-political-seduction-of-the-christian-left/

    -- Any Republican Candidate — Not Just Donald Trump –Would Be Elected President … If He Made These Promises
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/any-republican-candidate-who-made-these-promises-would-be-elected-president/

    -- Problem is ‘Sexual Revolution’: Schumer’s Labor Shortage Plan Insults Reasonable People’s Intelligence …
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/problem-is-sexual-revolution-schumers-labor-shortage-plan-insults-reasonable-peoples-intelligence/

    -- You Can’t ‘Cancel’ Christmas … or the Most Important Thing That Ever Happened
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/you-cant-cancel-christmas-or-the-most-important-thing-that-ever-happened/

    -- Trump, Barr, et al: Leaders with ‘Feet of Clay’ and the Shriveling of the ‘Red Wave’
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leaders-with-feet-of-clay-and-the-shriveling-of-the-red-wave/

    -- Hey, Elon Musk … If You Really Wanna Confront Child Exploitation on Twitter, Do This …
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/hey-elon-musk-wanna-confront-child-exploitation-on-twitter-shut-down-any-notion-of-an-onlyfans-competitor/

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    Daily Surge Steve Pauwels/Managing Editor 12-7-22 dailysurge.com -- Hybrid Vehicles Make Sense Nowadays … Oversized Mansions for Tiny Families? Not So Much https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/hybrid-vehicles-make-sense-nowadays-oversized-mansions-for-tiny-families-not-so-much/ “Hybrid gasoline/electric vehicles make the most sense. A small, highly efficient gasoline-powered engine/generator set can keep a vehicle's battery-pack properly charged on an as-needed basis. Of course, household power could also be used for charging purposes when an EV vehicle is inoperative.” -- Agenda of Sexual Left: 10 Ways America Being Groomed to Normalize Pedophilia https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/agenda-of-sexual-left10-ways-america-being-groomed-to-normalize-pedophilia/ -- Leftists’ Decades Long Strategy: Playing the Long Game Against Faith, Family and Freedom https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leftists-decades-long-strategy-playing-the-long-game-against-faith-family-and-freedom/ -- Yeah, It’s a Real Thing: The Political Seduction of the Christian Left https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/yeah-its-a-real-thing-the-political-seduction-of-the-christian-left/ -- Any Republican Candidate — Not Just Donald Trump –Would Be Elected President … If He Made These Promises https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/any-republican-candidate-who-made-these-promises-would-be-elected-president/ -- Problem is ‘Sexual Revolution’: Schumer’s Labor Shortage Plan Insults Reasonable People’s Intelligence … https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/problem-is-sexual-revolution-schumers-labor-shortage-plan-insults-reasonable-peoples-intelligence/ -- You Can’t ‘Cancel’ Christmas … or the Most Important Thing That Ever Happened https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/you-cant-cancel-christmas-or-the-most-important-thing-that-ever-happened/ -- Trump, Barr, et al: Leaders with ‘Feet of Clay’ and the Shriveling of the ‘Red Wave’ https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leaders-with-feet-of-clay-and-the-shriveling-of-the-red-wave/ -- Hey, Elon Musk … If You Really Wanna Confront Child Exploitation on Twitter, Do This … https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/hey-elon-musk-wanna-confront-child-exploitation-on-twitter-shut-down-any-notion-of-an-onlyfans-competitor/ Jump on over and check us out! dailysurge.com
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    Steve Pauwels/Managing Editor
    12-6-22
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    -- Leftists’ Decades Long Strategy: Playing the Long Game Against Faith, Family and Freedom
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leftists-decades-long-strategy-playing-the-long-game-against-faith-family-and-freedom/

    “Lyndon Johnson launched the anti-marriage Great Society, whose welfare policies shattered the urban family and sentenced a major constituency to perpetual dependency. As President Biden says, ‘you ain’t black’ if you don’t vote Democrat. By destroying marriage and exiling black fathers, the party created an underclass that could be exploited indefinitely.”

    -- Yeah, It’s a Real Thing: The Political Seduction of the Christian Left
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/yeah-its-a-real-thing-the-political-seduction-of-the-christian-left/

    -- Any Republican Candidate — Not Just Donald Trump –Would Be Elected President … If He Made These Promises
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/any-republican-candidate-who-made-these-promises-would-be-elected-president/

    -- Problem is ‘Sexual Revolution’: Schumer’s Labor Shortage Plan Insults Reasonable People’s Intelligence …
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/problem-is-sexual-revolution-schumers-labor-shortage-plan-insults-reasonable-peoples-intelligence/

    -- You Can’t ‘Cancel’ Christmas … or the Most Important Thing That Ever Happened
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/you-cant-cancel-christmas-or-the-most-important-thing-that-ever-happened/

    -- Trump, Barr, et al: Leaders with ‘Feet of Clay’ and the Shriveling of the ‘Red Wave’
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leaders-with-feet-of-clay-and-the-shriveling-of-the-red-wave/

    -- Hey, Elon Musk … If You Really Wanna Confront Child Exploitation on Twitter, Do This …
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/hey-elon-musk-wanna-confront-child-exploitation-on-twitter-shut-down-any-notion-of-an-onlyfans-competitor/

    -- More Terrible Refereeing This Weekend? Pigskin Pundit’s Picks, Week 13
    https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/more-terrible-reffing-this-weekend-pigskin-pundits-picks-week-13/

    -- Falsehood! Kanye (“Ye”), Kyrie, and Black Hebrew Israelite Elephant in the Room
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    Daily Surge Steve Pauwels/Managing Editor 12-6-22 dailysurge.com -- Leftists’ Decades Long Strategy: Playing the Long Game Against Faith, Family and Freedom https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leftists-decades-long-strategy-playing-the-long-game-against-faith-family-and-freedom/ “Lyndon Johnson launched the anti-marriage Great Society, whose welfare policies shattered the urban family and sentenced a major constituency to perpetual dependency. As President Biden says, ‘you ain’t black’ if you don’t vote Democrat. By destroying marriage and exiling black fathers, the party created an underclass that could be exploited indefinitely.” -- Yeah, It’s a Real Thing: The Political Seduction of the Christian Left https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/yeah-its-a-real-thing-the-political-seduction-of-the-christian-left/ -- Any Republican Candidate — Not Just Donald Trump –Would Be Elected President … If He Made These Promises https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/any-republican-candidate-who-made-these-promises-would-be-elected-president/ -- Problem is ‘Sexual Revolution’: Schumer’s Labor Shortage Plan Insults Reasonable People’s Intelligence … https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/problem-is-sexual-revolution-schumers-labor-shortage-plan-insults-reasonable-peoples-intelligence/ -- You Can’t ‘Cancel’ Christmas … or the Most Important Thing That Ever Happened https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/you-cant-cancel-christmas-or-the-most-important-thing-that-ever-happened/ -- Trump, Barr, et al: Leaders with ‘Feet of Clay’ and the Shriveling of the ‘Red Wave’ https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/leaders-with-feet-of-clay-and-the-shriveling-of-the-red-wave/ -- Hey, Elon Musk … If You Really Wanna Confront Child Exploitation on Twitter, Do This … https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/hey-elon-musk-wanna-confront-child-exploitation-on-twitter-shut-down-any-notion-of-an-onlyfans-competitor/ -- More Terrible Refereeing This Weekend? Pigskin Pundit’s Picks, Week 13 https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/more-terrible-reffing-this-weekend-pigskin-pundits-picks-week-13/ -- Falsehood! Kanye (“Ye”), Kyrie, and Black Hebrew Israelite Elephant in the Room https://dailysurge.com/2022/12/falsehood-kanye-ye-kyrie-and-black-hebrew-israelite-elephant-in-the-room/ Jump on over and check us out! dailysurge.com
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  • Ahhhhhh The "Order Followers"

    YOU KNOW who they are! The #Police and the #Military....
    Like the Stazi and NaziSS!

    If YOU happen to possess a "Badge" you likely THINK YOURSELF A "HERO" Well..... YOU ARE NOT!

    The "Order Follower" has been responsible for EVERY #CrimeAgainstHumanity that has occurred since the beginning of time!

    Because the "Order Giver" is NOT going into the streets using FORCE & #Violence to coerce others to bend to their will, he uses YOU to do that!

    Nor are the "Order Givers" tazing mothers at ball games for not wearing masks"

    EVERY PERSON ON EARTH HAS INALIENABLE HUMAN RIGHTS!
    And neither YOU or any other "Order Follower" has the right to violate those people's rights FOR ANY REASON....... But you seem to THINK that you can!

    It may be time to open up "Order Follower Season" here in America!
    Because the order follower is the worst type of #Evil!

    He WON'T enforce unreasonable rules and regulations on HIS OWN FAMILY!

    He WON'T Tazer and Torture HIS OWN CHILDREN, But will gladly abuse YOURS!

    And the ENTIRE TIME he'll claim "I'm just Doing my Job"

    NO! What you are doing is instigating FORCE & VIOLENCE against the people that you are supposed to "Serve and Protect." Matter of fact, you are using FORCE & VIOLENCE AGAINST YOUR EMPLOYERS on behalf of "Other Employees"

    (Politicians are NOT the Boss! THE PEOPLE ARE)

    That is what you are doing Mr. Order Follower!
    Like I said, He WON'T "Just do his job" when it's HIS FAMILY!

    But he WILL when that family is YOURS!
    The "Order Follower" is the most dangerous person on Earth!
    And he is EVIL to the core!

    He is the tool of Tyrants, madmen, and Satan himself!
    And his time is OVER!!
    Ahhhhhh The "Order Followers" YOU KNOW who they are! The #Police and the #Military.... Like the Stazi and NaziSS! If YOU happen to possess a "Badge" you likely THINK YOURSELF A "HERO" Well..... YOU ARE NOT! The "Order Follower" has been responsible for EVERY #CrimeAgainstHumanity that has occurred since the beginning of time! Because the "Order Giver" is NOT going into the streets using FORCE & #Violence to coerce others to bend to their will, he uses YOU to do that! Nor are the "Order Givers" tazing mothers at ball games for not wearing masks" EVERY PERSON ON EARTH HAS INALIENABLE HUMAN RIGHTS! And neither YOU or any other "Order Follower" has the right to violate those people's rights FOR ANY REASON....... But you seem to THINK that you can! It may be time to open up "Order Follower Season" here in America! Because the order follower is the worst type of #Evil! He WON'T enforce unreasonable rules and regulations on HIS OWN FAMILY! He WON'T Tazer and Torture HIS OWN CHILDREN, But will gladly abuse YOURS! And the ENTIRE TIME he'll claim "I'm just Doing my Job" NO! What you are doing is instigating FORCE & VIOLENCE against the people that you are supposed to "Serve and Protect." Matter of fact, you are using FORCE & VIOLENCE AGAINST YOUR EMPLOYERS on behalf of "Other Employees" (Politicians are NOT the Boss! THE PEOPLE ARE) That is what you are doing Mr. Order Follower! Like I said, He WON'T "Just do his job" when it's HIS FAMILY! But he WILL when that family is YOURS! The "Order Follower" is the most dangerous person on Earth! And he is EVIL to the core! He is the tool of Tyrants, madmen, and Satan himself! And his time is OVER!!
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