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2020.01.04 18:18 muser_777 An Anti-Consumerist Christmas story I wrote for a Redditor (nice to gift my writing for a change, not just do it for cash) PART 2

The thirty nine minutes it took for every one of the sixty eight presents to be unwrapped will forever stand in Tye’s mind as an act of inhuman restraint. A full twenty-one hours had passed since he ate the discarded third of a hamburger from a trashcan, and smiling through the heady smells from Francis’ culinary accompaniments in the adjoining kitchen would have been easier to take if they were mustard gas.
The one thing that helped him through the ordeal was the curioso that Jonathan proved to be during the unwrapping process. Every present he unveiled, he did so with limp wrists and dull eyes. The only time he so much as smiled was when he gave Tye a present, about which he proudly declared “I picked it myself.” It was a tent. “For two people—so you can sleep with a friend,” the kid said, and Tye had to blink three times in quick succession for risk of exposing a tear.
Even when he opened the largest gift of all, in a box that rivaled most coffins—a brushed aluminum sled so slickly beautiful that it had surely been swiped from the Museum of Modern Art—even then, that look of absolute apathy remained unchanged on little Jonathan's face.
“Who knew Porsche made sleds, huh?” declares Jeff as he hoists it up in his arms and runs a hand down its length like young love.
“Not me,” admits Tyson.
“What do you think, Johnnie? Quite the piece, huh?”
“Yes Dad. Thank you, Dad.” And Jonathan leans up to receive his father’s descending cheek where he plants a robotic kiss before walking around the table to do the same for his mother. “Thank you, Mom.”
“We’ll get you to the snow next week, kiddo. You can wait till then, right?”
“Yes, Dad.”
Tye shakes his head to himself. The kid has clearly been spoiled to the point where nothing in the world’s factories and design houses exists to excite him.
But all thoughts of others or anything vanish when Francis enters with the goose. The man nods to Tye—brother to brother—before depositing the enormous bird in the centre of the table, an act so exerting his biceps threaten to Incredible Hulk their way out of his chef’s coat.
It is quite possible his hosts spoke during the next twenty minutes. It is even possible they spoke to Tye. Indeed, he might have grunted a reply or two. But he could be sure of very little, so blissfully unaware of the world was he during the dream that was the conveyance of food from plate to mouth.
Moist slices of gooseflesh with orange-honeyed skin, potatoes armoured with rosemary and salted browning, vegetables steamed into heavenliness and more varieties of sauces—red, white, purple and plum—than he knew could coexist on one table. And no sooner had he finished his third portion of main was he delighted by the stodgy richness of the Christmas pudding and the liqueur-cream symphony of brandy butter.
He finally wakes from the spell to the feeling that an anvil has been deposited in the centre of his stomach and each breath into his lungs is a new hammerblow to that iron. Never has he been so full. Never so satisfied. And still, with coffee steam tickling his nose and a glass of armagnac to the side, he manages a nibble on a wafer-thin mint. The goose resembles a shipwreck in the middle of the table, while, beyond, Jonathan is gone from the table, presumably leaving at some point during the culinary carnage. Jeff and Persie idly scroll on their phones in silence.
Jeff pauses to glance up at the grandfather clock, which act Tye notices. No doubt to check when their guest would be leaving. Or perhaps Tye was imagining it. Regardless, the clock shows twenty-two minutes to go before the agreed time for his departure.
It is then that he realises the one thing he wants more than anything in this life of his just now is a cigarette. But his heart clonks against the anvil when he realises the one lone ciggie he had saved for just this occasion is still in the inside pocket of his old dirty coat. He strokes down his now better-fitting tweed suit and stands.
“Bathroom,” he offers before moving back towards the hall.
“There’s one by the kitchen if you prefer.”
“No—it’s fine. Just listen out for the bell on my hat if I get lost.”
An appreciative chuckle from his hosts. And, as he moves through the ancillary atrium, he hears Jeff whisper, “The guy has a sense of humour.”
“Shh. Don’t sound so surprised, dear.”
Or at least he thinks that’s what they said.
He takes the stairs in the hall when a voice comes from behind him.
“Sir?” He turns to find Natalie enter from another archway. “ I took these from your jacket pocket before washing.”
She holds out a hand to reveal a ball of string, three elastic bands, a pen knife, a lighter and, to his supreme happiness, a cigarette—crooked but unbroken. He takes the handful of knick-nacks with a smile and a wink.
“Thank you. Where might I smoke this?”
She points to the front door with an apologetic half-smile. “Would be best.” And then goes through the process of unlocking it for him. “You’ll be warm enough?”
“Yes, yes. Thanks. Meat-sweats.” And he steps outside into the grey winter light.
Lighting the cigarette, he trots down the steps and takes a deep draw, looking out across the sea of rooftops sloping off before him down the hill. This is the life.
A moment or two later, he hears a wet snuffle from somewhere above him and turns. On the roof of the porch, with legs hanging over its edge, is Jonathan, sat with a phone in limp, defeated hands, an open bedroom window behind him. The boy is crying—tears of the silent ‘I just want to do this alone’ kind which are all the more tragic to behold.
“I think you need to be higher up,” Tye calls to him. “You’ll be lucky to break a leg from there.”
A snort of laughter comes from Jonathan, which helps him steady his tears.
“What’s the matter, buddy?”
“Nothing. I am fine... Were you glad you came?” asks the boy, wiping wet from his eyes and trying to get himself together in a way people several times his age normally do.
“Are you kidding? I’d have come just for the socks. Thanks again, by the way.”
“Least we could do.”
Tye takes another draw before daring the question. “What’s the matter? I’ll be honest—I ain’t seen a whole lot to cry about since I got here.”
Jonathan looks at him with wide eyes—all tearfulness giving way suddenly to astonishment, mixed with a dash of little-man fury. “Really? You are seriously telling me nothing you have seen... none of this”—he sweeps both arms to reference the whole house and garden both—“gives you cause for concern?”
Tye doesn’t follow.
Exasperated, the boy holds up his phone as if by explanation. “I input every item bought and consumed this Christmas so far. Do you know how many planets we would need to sustain this level of living if everyone bought and consumed the same? Seven-point-nine! Nearly eight Earths! And I haven’t even included our flight for skiing tomorrow.”
Tears come again. Genuine tears.
Tye does not hide his surprise. “You are crying because your family is living the American Dream?”
The boy sputters with grief and anger both. “The American Dream? More like global nightmare! We can’t go on like this?! Fires, flooding, famine, drought… We are doing this! Us!”
Tye is impressed with the kid. Admiring even. But, more than anything, he’s sad for the littl’un—bearing the weight of the world’s woes on his little waistcoated shoulders like this.
He allows a little silence—and two draws of his ciggie. “You could talk to your parents…”
The boy veritably wails now. “Don’t you think I have tried? Platitudes! All I hear are platitudes! ‘Look, Johnnie—we’re offsetting our emissions by paying an extra five dollars for the flights. You happy now?’ or, by far the worst, ‘Keep thinking that way, Johnnie—admissions are going to love you.’”
More wracking sobs.
Tye’s sympathy at the little guy’s tears blots out his astonishment at the little guy’s brain.
“Hey. Look. It’s really great you are thinking about all this. Really great. Just… like… You are, well, nine.”
“So?” Jonathan sputters.
“So… shouldn’t you be, I don’t know… enjoying life a little? There’s plenty of time to get screwy later, believe me.”
This plugs the waterworks with another cork of fury—Jonathan’s eyes spark. “Yes? Why, of course! I could just play hopscotch with my pigtail-flapping friends while the whole world burns. I thought you at least would understand.”
This in turn triggers Tye. “Pal—it’s pretty hard to get emotional about bushfires in Australia when my own toes are about to fall off from the cold, alright? I’m not the enemy here.”
Jonathan’s reply is almost inaudible—apparently this view has met with some serious opposition to before. “We are all the enemy. Us humans.”
Tye flicks the cigarette over the fence and sighs out his last draw of smoke.
“Can you go get that and put it in the non-degradables?”
“Sure.” Tye goes and retrieves the cigarette butt, and knocking off the ember, tosses it in one of five trashcans beneath their own little porch. Just before he closes it again, something catches his eye – lying on the heap of non-degradables is an unwrapped Kinder egg.
A twitch, and then something occurs to him. An idea. Or, rather, an image.
Returning to his place beneath the dangly legs of Jonathan, he looks up—all seriousness and resolve now.
“Buddy. We’re going to kill two birds with one stone now, alright? Actually, three. How about a little Christmas sabotage?”
Jonathan’s face appears over his knees, his eyes alive with interest and a boyish grin of mischief on his lips. “I like that word.”
Tye reaches down and picks up a perfectly oval stone from the side of the pathway—one almost the size of a fist—and looks up at the little boy, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Duck.”
“What?”
And Tye throws the stone. The boy leans back and the rock sails over his head.
KER-RASH…
…TINKLE. TINKLE.
The rock passed straight through both panes of glass, doubled up in the top section of the window from where Jonathan opened it to come out. Immediately shouts of shock and panic emerge from inside.
“Johnnie!” shouts the father.
“Oh, my God!” gasps the mother.
And hurried footsteps charge up the stairs.
Tye calls up to Jonathan. “Whatever you do, don’t let them bring you back inside the house, alright? Just stay there. Back in a bit.”
For the first time since Tye met him, Jonathan’s face, as it peers back over his knees, is alive with excitement. And for the first time he speaks to Tye from kid to adult. “Ok.”
And with that, Tye opens the front door and disappears inside.
“Jonathan!” calls Jeff from inside the bedroom. “Be careful, dear. There’s glass everywhere,” he says to his wife as she joins him at the window.
“Johnnie!” calls Persie. All her Hepburnesque calm is quite gone now. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Mom. Everything’s fine.”
“Who threw the rock, Jonathan? Was it you?” growls Jeff.
Jonathan decides not to answer. His mother makes it easy, shrieking as she is without stop.
“Come back inside, Jonathan. Now! Oh, we should have got child locks on these.”
“Where’s that homeless guy? I knew this was a bad idea! You and your ridiculous schemes,” grouches Jeff as he leans out of the window offering a hand, which Jonathan just looks at.
“What? You said it was a sterling idea!” exclaims Persie.
“It was a sterling idea to pick a nice, humble and generally peaceful man or WOMAN to the house from the street. Not some rock-hurling maniac! Jonathan—come, take my hand now. Where is the man? Is he down there?”
“No,” Jonathan says—his lack of movement from the edge showing which of the two questions he is answering.
“What do you mean, 'no'? Come here right now. Or… or I’ll leave you behind tomorrow when we go skiing. Like the brat in that movie.”
“I don’t want to go anyway.”
And so continues the family’s swirling inability to deal with a situation far removed from the normal eventlessness of their lives; all the time, Jonathan refusing to return, and neither parent daring to put more than half a torso out of the window to get him.
“If I have to climb out there to get you, I swear I am going to give all your presents to charity.”
“Sounds like a plan,” comes Tye’s voice at last as he emerges from the front door, the bell on his Santa hat jingling like a button of glee as he drags a Porsche sled down the steps. It is stacked up with a mountain of Jonathan’s presents, tied down with glittery wrapping tape and tufts of tinsel. Jonathan’s face looks over his knees again from the edge of the porch—grinning like never before—and at that moment, any doubt Tye had in his mind that he wasn’t doing the right thing vanishes in a puff of jubbly from his mind.
He opens his arms. “Jump. I’ll catch you.”
The boy hesitates—casts a glance back to his father, who has at last got one foot out of the window—and leaps.
There is a moment when everything seems to stop. Persie screams. A boy falls. A tangle of arms and legs... And then nothing but actual stillness. Tye is holding Jonathan sideways on. “Death by falling still ain’t no thang, eh?”
Jonathan laughs and stands, eyes beaming up at Tye with more trust than Tye can remember anyone looking at him with. He hands the little guy a little jacket. “I took this. Guessing it’s yours.”
Jonathan pulls on the puffer as Tye drags the Porsche along the snowless but wet path towards the steep incline of 22nd Street.
“But there’s no snow,” Jonathan calls after him, running to keep step with Tye’s stomping strides.
Tye jumps onto the present-stacked sled and taps for Jonathan to sit in front of him. “Who needs snow when you’ve got San Francisco.”
With a horrified Persie behind him, Jeff now has two feet on the porch and shouts, red-faced, “Jonathan! Come back here! Tyson! I am going to call the police if you don’t stop right there! Tyyyssoooon!”
“You threw away the Kinder egg, Jeff. Not cool.”
And they’re off.
“Hold on tight!” says Tye, and Jonathan grips the trousers of both his knees. The last thing Tye sees as they accelerate down the hill is Natalie’s wide beam of a smile from the porch, hidden beneath the raging father on its top.
About three seconds too late, Tyson remembers the last time he went sledding—and the unfortunate inability one has to stop after reaching a certain velocity, a velocity he and Jonathan passed three seconds ago. The aluminum rails of the overloaded two-man sled whip across the wet tarmac like a greased bullet. He slams both well-heeled shoes down on the ground but their gripless leather soles add about as much friction as butter on a hot pan.
“Wahoooooo!!!” exclaims Jonathan as they bomb down the road.
“Grip the sled, not me!” shouts Tye.
“Why?”
They hit a hillock and soar into the air. Tye reaches up to pull a flailing Jonathan from the air and plonks him back down onto the sled as it clonks onto the surface of the road. “Because hills.”
The next section is even steeper. They race forward in a blur now, with Tye’s Santa hat jingling along with Jonathan’s unceasing laughter.
The houses zip by so fast they start to resemble Christmas-decorated barracks, and Tye is beginning to experience a return of the doubt that Jonathan’s excitement had previously managed to dispel.
“Lucky no cars,” he shouts over the Porsche-like skidding sound.
They pass an intersection. Loud honking horn from their right. Car.
FSHUM—they pass it in a flash.
“Yeah. Lucky,” shouts Jonathan with glee.
Another intersection. And another. They are passing blocks like a ball bearing down a town built out of lego.
“Faster! Faster!” shouts Jonathan.
And gravity only obliges.
Tye holds the reins with his hands up high up like a first time rider on a race horse. He grimaces more than a gargoyle on MDMA.
The “Toys for Haiti” stall is coming up fast ahead—it’s tinsel-twined sign towering—and, before it’s even occurred to Tye there is no way of stopping, they fly past it.
“HEEEeelppp…!” yelps Tye.
A picture of aghast hippy faces.
And they zip towards another road. But, unlike all previous, this one has traffic—some three cars cross in their path every second.
“Tye. I think we should stop now,” calls Jonathan. Laughter gone.
“Yeah. Erm.”
They get closer to the intersection.
“Tye!” Panic.
“Yesss… I know!” Wet-pants-panic.
And then suddenly out of the corner of Tye’s left eye appears a car bumper, then a car wheel. Then a San Francisco Police Department emblem. A police car driving alongside them.
WOO-WOO
“Hand.” Comes a voice. Authority and precision. Policeman.
Tye turns his grimace to see the same policeman he slapped on Christmas Eve offering a hand of his own from the police car window—also open, but this one helping. Tye grabs it without a thought.
The policeman brakes. The sled veers into the car, luckily just before the wheel so it aligns itself by bumping and scraping against the car’s side. The police car brakes harder.
And they stop.
FSHUM. A car flies past a metre in front of them at the intersection. Then another. And another.
“You got your Christmas wish, pal,” growls the policeman. “You’re under arrest. Anything you say will be used as...”
Tye vomits Hermitage wine and Christmas pudding down the side of the car.
*
Hands cuffed behind him, Tye looks at Jonathan’s forlorn face through the police car window, the tinsel-covered “Toys for Haiti” sign behind, as hippy hands offload an endless supply of gifts from the sled into boxes on and around the stall. And finally the sled itself.
Persie and Jeff finish their own offload to a policewoman—an angry pile of explanations—while the policeman sighs from the front seat and looks at his watch. He sticks his head out of the window. “Lisa—we’ve got to go. They can file it at the station.”
His partner obeys and returns to the car with some inaudible reassurances to the still-ranting parents.
He might be imagining it, but... no, he is sure—Tye sees Jonathan mouth through the glass of the window the words “Thank you.”
Tye gives him a half smile. “Na. Thank you.”
The policewoman gets back in and the door thuds shut. The car rolls forward down the hill—back to the city proper. Tye turns and looks back through the window. He sees Jonathan wave. This time it’s easy to wave back.
“Kid ain’t gonna forget this Christmas in a hurry,” says the policeman over his shoulder.
“No. He’s not.” And half smile becomes a full one as Tye leans back. He can almost smell Ma’s snickerdoodles and shortbreads.
THE END
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2020.01.04 17:57 muser_777 An Anti-Consumerist Christmas story I wrote for a Redditor (nice to gift my writing for a change, not just do it for cash) PART 2

The thirty nine minutes it took for every one of the sixty eight presents to be unwrapped will forever stand in Tye’s mind as an act of inhuman restraint. A full twenty-one hours had passed since he ate the discarded third of a hamburger from a trashcan, and smiling through the heady smells from Francis’ culinary accompaniments in the adjoining kitchen would have been easier to take if they were mustard gas.
The one thing that helped him through the ordeal was the curioso that Jonathan proved to be during the unwrapping process. Every present he unveiled, he did so with limp wrists and dull eyes. The only time he so much as smiled was when he gave Tye a present, about which he proudly declared “I picked it myself.” It was a tent. “For two people—so you can sleep with a friend,” the kid said, and Tye had to blink three times in quick succession for risk of exposing a tear.
Even when he opened the largest gift of all, in a box that rivaled most coffins—a brushed aluminum sled so slickly beautiful that it had surely been swiped from the Museum of Modern Art—even then, that look of absolute apathy remained unchanged on little Jonathan's face.
“Who knew Porsche made sleds, huh?” declares Jeff as he hoists it up in his arms and runs a hand down its length like young love.
“Not me,” admits Tyson.
“What do you think, Johnnie? Quite the piece, huh?”
“Yes Dad. Thank you, Dad.” And Jonathan leans up to receive his father’s descending cheek where he plants a robotic kiss before walking around the table to do the same for his mother. “Thank you, Mom.”
“We’ll get you to the snow next week, kiddo. You can wait till then, right?”
“Yes, Dad.”
Tye shakes his head to himself. The kid has clearly been spoiled to the point where nothing in the world’s factories and design houses exists to excite him.
But all thoughts of others or anything vanish when Francis enters with the goose. The man nods to Tye—brother to brother—before depositing the enormous bird in the centre of the table, an act so exerting his biceps threaten to Incredible Hulk their way out of his chef’s coat.
It is quite possible his hosts spoke during the next twenty minutes. It is even possible they spoke to Tye. Indeed, he might have grunted a reply or two. But he could be sure of very little, so blissfully unaware of the world was he during the dream that was the conveyance of food from plate to mouth.
Moist slices of gooseflesh with orange-honeyed skin, potatoes armoured with rosemary and salted browning, vegetables steamed into heavenliness and more varieties of sauces—red, white, purple and plum—than he knew could coexist on one table. And no sooner had he finished his third portion of main was he delighted by the stodgy richness of the Christmas pudding and the liqueur-cream symphony of brandy butter.
He finally wakes from the spell to the feeling that an anvil has been deposited in the centre of his stomach and each breath into his lungs is a new hammerblow to that iron. Never has he been so full. Never so satisfied. And still, with coffee steam tickling his nose and a glass of armagnac to the side, he manages a nibble on a wafer-thin mint. The goose resembles a shipwreck in the middle of the table, while, beyond, Jonathan is gone from the table, presumably leaving at some point during the culinary carnage. Jeff and Persie idly scroll on their phones in silence.
Jeff pauses to glance up at the grandfather clock, which act Tye notices. No doubt to check when their guest would be leaving. Or perhaps Tye was imagining it. Regardless, the clock shows twenty-two minutes to go before the agreed time for his departure.
It is then that he realises the one thing he wants more than anything in this life of his just now is a cigarette. But his heart clonks against the anvil when he realises the one lone ciggie he had saved for just this occasion is still in the inside pocket of his old dirty coat. He strokes down his now better-fitting tweed suit and stands.
“Bathroom,” he offers before moving back towards the hall.
“There’s one by the kitchen if you prefer.”
“No—it’s fine. Just listen out for the bell on my hat if I get lost.”
An appreciative chuckle from his hosts. And, as he moves through the ancillary atrium, he hears Jeff whisper, “The guy has a sense of humour.”
“Shh. Don’t sound so surprised, dear.”
Or at least he thinks that’s what they said.
He takes the stairs in the hall when a voice comes from behind him.
“Sir?” He turns to find Natalie enter from another archway. “ I took these from your jacket pocket before washing.”
She holds out a hand to reveal a ball of string, three elastic bands, a pen knife, a lighter and, to his supreme happiness, a cigarette—crooked but unbroken. He takes the handful of knick-nacks with a smile and a wink.
“Thank you. Where might I smoke this?”
She points to the front door with an apologetic half-smile. “Would be best.” And then goes through the process of unlocking it for him. “You’ll be warm enough?”
“Yes, yes. Thanks. Meat-sweats.” And he steps outside into the grey winter light.
Lighting the cigarette, he trots down the steps and takes a deep draw, looking out across the sea of rooftops sloping off before him down the hill. This is the life.
A moment or two later, he hears a wet snuffle from somewhere above him and turns. On the roof of the porch, with legs hanging over its edge, is Jonathan, sat with a phone in limp, defeated hands, an open bedroom window behind him. The boy is crying—tears of the silent ‘I just want to do this alone’ kind which are all the more tragic to behold.
“I think you need to be higher up,” Tye calls to him. “You’ll be lucky to break a leg from there.”
A snort of laughter comes from Jonathan, which helps him steady his tears.
“What’s the matter, buddy?”
“Nothing. I am fine... Were you glad you came?” asks the boy, wiping wet from his eyes and trying to get himself together in a way people several times his age normally do.
“Are you kidding? I’d have come just for the socks. Thanks again, by the way.”
“Least we could do.”
Tye takes another draw before daring the question. “What’s the matter? I’ll be honest—I ain’t seen a whole lot to cry about since I got here.”
Jonathan looks at him with wide eyes—all tearfulness giving way suddenly to astonishment, mixed with a dash of little-man fury. “Really? You are seriously telling me nothing you have seen... none of this”—he sweeps both arms to reference the whole house and garden both—“gives you cause for concern?”
Tye doesn’t follow.
Exasperated, the boy holds up his phone as if by explanation. “I input every item bought and consumed this Christmas so far. Do you know how many planets we would need to sustain this level of living if everyone bought and consumed the same? Seven-point-nine! Nearly eight Earths! And I haven’t even included our flight for skiing tomorrow.”
Tears come again. Genuine tears.
Tye does not hide his surprise. “You are crying because your family is living the American Dream?”
The boy sputters with grief and anger both. “The American Dream? More like global nightmare! We can’t go on like this?! Fires, flooding, famine, drought… We are doing this! Us!”
Tye is impressed with the kid. Admiring even. But, more than anything, he’s sad for the littl’un—bearing the weight of the world’s woes on his little waistcoated shoulders like this.
He allows a little silence—and two draws of his ciggie. “You could talk to your parents…”
The boy veritably wails now. “Don’t you think I have tried? Platitudes! All I hear are platitudes! ‘Look, Johnnie—we’re offsetting our emissions by paying an extra five dollars for the flights. You happy now?’ or, by far the worst, ‘Keep thinking that way, Johnnie—admissions are going to love you.’”
More wracking sobs.
Tye’s sympathy at the little guy’s tears blots out his astonishment at the little guy’s brain.
“Hey. Look. It’s really great you are thinking about all this. Really great. Just… like… You are, well, nine.”
“So?” Jonathan sputters.
“So… shouldn’t you be, I don’t know… enjoying life a little? There’s plenty of time to get screwy later, believe me.”
This plugs the waterworks with another cork of fury—Jonathan’s eyes spark. “Yes? Why, of course! I could just play hopscotch with my pigtail-flapping friends while the whole world burns. I thought you at least would understand.”
This in turn triggers Tye. “Pal—it’s pretty hard to get emotional about bushfires in Australia when my own toes are about to fall off from the cold, alright? I’m not the enemy here.”
Jonathan’s reply is almost inaudible—apparently this view has met with some serious opposition to before. “We are all the enemy. Us humans.”
Tye flicks the cigarette over the fence and sighs out his last draw of smoke.
“Can you go get that and put it in the non-degradables?”
“Sure.” Tye goes and retrieves the cigarette butt, and knocking off the ember, tosses it in one of five trashcans beneath their own little porch. Just before he closes it again, something catches his eye – lying on the heap of non-degradables is an unwrapped Kinder egg.
A twitch, and then something occurs to him. An idea. Or, rather, an image.
Returning to his place beneath the dangly legs of Jonathan, he looks up—all seriousness and resolve now.
“Buddy. We’re going to kill two birds with one stone now, alright? Actually, three. How about a little Christmas sabotage?”
Jonathan’s face appears over his knees, his eyes alive with interest and a boyish grin of mischief on his lips. “I like that word.”
Tye reaches down and picks up a perfectly oval stone from the side of the pathway—one almost the size of a fist—and looks up at the little boy, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Duck.”
“What?”
And Tye throws the stone. The boy leans back and the rock sails over his head.
KER-RASH…
…TINKLE. TINKLE.
The rock passed straight through both panes of glass, doubled up in the top section of the window from where Jonathan opened it to come out. Immediately shouts of shock and panic emerge from inside.
“Johnnie!” shouts the father.
“Oh, my God!” gasps the mother.
And hurried footsteps charge up the stairs.
Tye calls up to Jonathan. “Whatever you do, don’t let them bring you back inside the house, alright? Just stay there. Back in a bit.”
For the first time since Tye met him, Jonathan’s face, as it peers back over his knees, is alive with excitement. And for the first time he speaks to Tye from kid to adult. “Ok.”
And with that, Tye opens the front door and disappears inside.
“Jonathan!” calls Jeff from inside the bedroom. “Be careful, dear. There’s glass everywhere,” he says to his wife as she joins him at the window.
“Johnnie!” calls Persie. All her Hepburnesque calm is quite gone now. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Mom. Everything’s fine.”
“Who threw the rock, Jonathan? Was it you?” growls Jeff.
Jonathan decides not to answer. His mother makes it easy, shrieking as she is without stop.
“Come back inside, Jonathan. Now! Oh, we should have got child locks on these.”
“Where’s that homeless guy? I knew this was a bad idea! You and your ridiculous schemes,” grouches Jeff as he leans out of the window offering a hand, which Jonathan just looks at.
“What? You said it was a sterling idea!” exclaims Persie.
“It was a sterling idea to pick a nice, humble and generally peaceful man or WOMAN to the house from the street. Not some rock-hurling maniac! Jonathan—come, take my hand now. Where is the man? Is he down there?”
“No,” Jonathan says—his lack of movement from the edge showing which of the two questions he is answering.
“What do you mean, 'no'? Come here right now. Or… or I’ll leave you behind tomorrow when we go skiing. Like the brat in that movie.”
“I don’t want to go anyway.”
And so continues the family’s swirling inability to deal with a situation far removed from the normal eventlessness of their lives; all the time, Jonathan refusing to return, and neither parent daring to put more than half a torso out of the window to get him.
“If I have to climb out there to get you, I swear I am going to give all your presents to charity.”
“Sounds like a plan,” comes Tye’s voice at last as he emerges from the front door, the bell on his Santa hat jingling like a button of glee as he drags a Porsche sled down the steps. It is stacked up with a mountain of Jonathan’s presents, tied down with glittery wrapping tape and tufts of tinsel. Jonathan’s face looks over his knees again from the edge of the porch—grinning like never before—and at that moment, any doubt Tye had in his mind that he wasn’t doing the right thing vanishes in a puff of jubbly from his mind.
He opens his arms. “Jump. I’ll catch you.”
The boy hesitates—casts a glance back to his father, who has at last got one foot out of the window—and leaps.
There is a moment when everything seems to stop. Persie screams. A boy falls. A tangle of arms and legs... And then nothing but actual stillness. Tye is holding Jonathan sideways on. “Death by falling still ain’t no thang, eh?”
Jonathan laughs and stands, eyes beaming up at Tye with more trust than Tye can remember anyone looking at him with. He hands the little guy a little jacket. “I took this. Guessing it’s yours.”
Jonathan pulls on the puffer as Tye drags the Porsche along the snowless but wet path towards the steep incline of 22nd Street.
“But there’s no snow,” Jonathan calls after him, running to keep step with Tye’s stomping strides.
Tye jumps onto the present-stacked sled and taps for Jonathan to sit in front of him. “Who needs snow when you’ve got San Francisco.”
With a horrified Persie behind him, Jeff now has two feet on the porch and shouts, red-faced, “Jonathan! Come back here! Tyson! I am going to call the police if you don’t stop right there! Tyyyssoooon!”
“You threw away the Kinder egg, Jeff. Not cool.”
And they’re off.
“Hold on tight!” says Tye, and Jonathan grips the trousers of both his knees. The last thing Tye sees as they accelerate down the hill is Natalie’s wide beam of a smile from the porch, hidden beneath the raging father on its top.
About three seconds too late, Tyson remembers the last time he went sledding—and the unfortunate inability one has to stop after reaching a certain velocity, a velocity he and Jonathan passed three seconds ago. The aluminum rails of the overloaded two-man sled whip across the wet tarmac like a greased bullet. He slams both well-heeled shoes down on the ground but their gripless leather soles add about as much friction as butter on a hot pan.
“Wahoooooo!!!” exclaims Jonathan as they bomb down the road.
“Grip the sled, not me!” shouts Tye.
“Why?”
They hit a hillock and soar into the air. Tye reaches up to pull a flailing Jonathan from the air and plonks him back down onto the sled as it clonks onto the surface of the road. “Because hills.”
The next section is even steeper. They race forward in a blur now, with Tye’s Santa hat jingling along with Jonathan’s unceasing laughter.
The houses zip by so fast they start to resemble Christmas-decorated barracks, and Tye is beginning to experience a return of the doubt that Jonathan’s excitement had previously managed to dispel.
“Lucky no cars,” he shouts over the Porsche-like skidding sound.
They pass an intersection. Loud honking horn from their right. Car.
FSHUM—they pass it in a flash.
“Yeah. Lucky,” shouts Jonathan with glee.
Another intersection. And another. They are passing blocks like a ball bearing down a town built out of lego.
“Faster! Faster!” shouts Jonathan.
And gravity only obliges.
Tye holds the reins with his hands up high up like a first time rider on a race horse. He grimaces more than a gargoyle on MDMA.
The “Toys for Haiti” stall is coming up fast ahead—it’s tinsel-twined sign towering—and, before it’s even occurred to Tye there is no way of stopping, they fly past it.
“HEEEeelppp…!” yelps Tye.
A picture of aghast hippy faces.
And they zip towards another road. But, unlike all previous, this one has traffic—some three cars cross in their path every second.
“Tye. I think we should stop now,” calls Jonathan. Laughter gone.
“Yeah. Erm.”
They get closer to the intersection.
“Tye!” Panic.
“Yesss… I know!” Wet-pants-panic.
And then suddenly out of the corner of Tye’s left eye appears a car bumper, then a car wheel. Then a San Francisco Police Department emblem. A police car driving alongside them.
WOO-WOO
“Hand.” Comes a voice. Authority and precision. Policeman.
Tye turns his grimace to see the same policeman he slapped on Christmas Eve offering a hand of his own from the police car window—also open, but this one helping. Tye grabs it without a thought.
The policeman brakes. The sled veers into the car, luckily just before the wheel so it aligns itself by bumping and scraping against the car’s side. The police car brakes harder.
And they stop.
FSHUM. A car flies past a metre in front of them at the intersection. Then another. And another.
“You got your Christmas wish, pal,” growls the policeman. “You’re under arrest. Anything you say will be used as...”
Tye vomits Hermitage wine and Christmas pudding down the side of the car.
*
Hands cuffed behind him, Tye looks at Jonathan’s forlorn face through the police car window, the tinsel-covered “Toys for Haiti” sign behind, as hippy hands offload an endless supply of gifts from the sled into boxes on and around the stall. And finally the sled itself.
Persie and Jeff finish their own offload to a policewoman—an angry pile of explanations—while the policeman sighs from the front seat and looks at his watch. He sticks his head out of the window. “Lisa—we’ve got to go. They can file it at the station.”
His partner obeys and returns to the car with some inaudible reassurances to the still-ranting parents.
He might be imagining it, but... no, he is sure—Tye sees Jonathan mouth through the glass of the window the words “Thank you.”
Tye gives him a half smile. “Na. Thank you.”
The policewoman gets back in and the door thuds shut. The car rolls forward down the hill—back to the city proper. Tye turns and looks back through the window. He sees Jonathan wave. This time it’s easy to wave back.
“Kid ain’t gonna forget this Christmas in a hurry,” says the policeman over his shoulder.
“No. He’s not.” And half smile becomes a full one as Tye leans back. He can almost smell Ma’s snickerdoodles and shortbreads.
THE END
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2020.01.04 17:19 muser_777 An Anti-Consumerist Christmas story I wrote for a Redditor (nice to gift my writing for a change, not just do it for cash) PART 2

The thirty nine minutes it took for every one of the sixty eight presents to be unwrapped will forever stand in Tye’s mind as an act of inhuman restraint. A full twenty-one hours had passed since he ate the discarded third of a hamburger from a trashcan, and smiling through the heady smells from Francis’ culinary accompaniments in the adjoining kitchen would have been easier to take if they were mustard gas.
The one thing that helped him through the ordeal was the curioso that Jonathan proved to be during the unwrapping process. Every present he unveiled, he did so with limp wrists and dull eyes. The only time he so much as smiled was when he gave Tye a present, about which he proudly declared “I picked it myself.” It was a tent. “For two people—so you can sleep with a friend,” the kid said, and Tye had to blink three times in quick succession for risk of exposing a tear.
Even when he opened the largest gift of all, in a box that rivaled most coffins—a brushed aluminum sled so slickly beautiful that it had surely been swiped from the Museum of Modern Art—even then, that look of absolute apathy remained unchanged on little Jonathan's face.
“Who knew Porsche made sleds, huh?” declares Jeff as he hoists it up in his arms and runs a hand down its length like young love.
“Not me,” admits Tyson.
“What do you think, Johnnie? Quite the piece, huh?”
“Yes Dad. Thank you, Dad.” And Jonathan leans up to receive his father’s descending cheek where he plants a robotic kiss before walking around the table to do the same for his mother. “Thank you, Mom.”
“We’ll get you to the snow next week, kiddo. You can wait till then, right?”
“Yes, Dad.”
Tye shakes his head to himself. The kid has clearly been spoiled to the point where nothing in the world’s factories and design houses exists to excite him.
But all thoughts of others or anything vanish when Francis enters with the goose. The man nods to Tye—brother to brother—before depositing the enormous bird in the centre of the table, an act so exerting his biceps threaten to Incredible Hulk their way out of his chef’s coat.
It is quite possible his hosts spoke during the next twenty minutes. It is even possible they spoke to Tye. Indeed, he might have grunted a reply or two. But he could be sure of very little, so blissfully unaware of the world was he during the dream that was the conveyance of food from plate to mouth.
Moist slices of gooseflesh with orange-honeyed skin, potatoes armoured with rosemary and salted browning, vegetables steamed into heavenliness and more varieties of sauces—red, white, purple and plum—than he knew could coexist on one table. And no sooner had he finished his third portion of main was he delighted by the stodgy richness of the Christmas pudding and the liqueur-cream symphony of brandy butter.
He finally wakes from the spell to the feeling that an anvil has been deposited in the centre of his stomach and each breath into his lungs is a new hammerblow to that iron. Never has he been so full. Never so satisfied. And still, with coffee steam tickling his nose and a glass of armagnac to the side, he manages a nibble on a wafer-thin mint. The goose resembles a shipwreck in the middle of the table, while, beyond, Jonathan is gone from the table, presumably leaving at some point during the culinary carnage. Jeff and Persie idly scroll on their phones in silence.
Jeff pauses to glance up at the grandfather clock, which act Tye notices. No doubt to check when their guest would be leaving. Or perhaps Tye was imagining it. Regardless, the clock shows twenty-two minutes to go before the agreed time for his departure.
It is then that he realises the one thing he wants more than anything in this life of his just now is a cigarette. But his heart clonks against the anvil when he realises the one lone ciggie he had saved for just this occasion is still in the inside pocket of his old dirty coat. He strokes down his now better-fitting tweed suit and stands.
“Bathroom,” he offers before moving back towards the hall.
“There’s one by the kitchen if you prefer.”
“No—it’s fine. Just listen out for the bell on my hat if I get lost.”
An appreciative chuckle from his hosts. And, as he moves through the ancillary atrium, he hears Jeff whisper, “The guy has a sense of humour.”
“Shh. Don’t sound so surprised, dear.”
Or at least he thinks that’s what they said.
He takes the stairs in the hall when a voice comes from behind him.
“Sir?” He turns to find Natalie enter from another archway. “ I took these from your jacket pocket before washing.”
She holds out a hand to reveal a ball of string, three elastic bands, a pen knife, a lighter and, to his supreme happiness, a cigarette—crooked but unbroken. He takes the handful of knick-nacks with a smile and a wink.
“Thank you. Where might I smoke this?”
She points to the front door with an apologetic half-smile. “Would be best.” And then goes through the process of unlocking it for him. “You’ll be warm enough?”
“Yes, yes. Thanks. Meat-sweats.” And he steps outside into the grey winter light.
Lighting the cigarette, he trots down the steps and takes a deep draw, looking out across the sea of rooftops sloping off before him down the hill. This is the life.
A moment or two later, he hears a wet snuffle from somewhere above him and turns. On the roof of the porch, with legs hanging over its edge, is Jonathan, sat with a phone in limp, defeated hands, an open bedroom window behind him. The boy is crying—tears of the silent ‘I just want to do this alone’ kind which are all the more tragic to behold.
“I think you need to be higher up,” Tye calls to him. “You’ll be lucky to break a leg from there.”
A snort of laughter comes from Jonathan, which helps him steady his tears.
“What’s the matter, buddy?”
“Nothing. I am fine... Were you glad you came?” asks the boy, wiping wet from his eyes and trying to get himself together in a way people several times his age normally do.
“Are you kidding? I’d have come just for the socks. Thanks again, by the way.”
“Least we could do.”
Tye takes another draw before daring the question. “What’s the matter? I’ll be honest—I ain’t seen a whole lot to cry about since I got here.”
Jonathan looks at him with wide eyes—all tearfulness giving way suddenly to astonishment, mixed with a dash of little-man fury. “Really? You are seriously telling me nothing you have seen... none of this”—he sweeps both arms to reference the whole house and garden both—“gives you cause for concern?”
Tye doesn’t follow.
Exasperated, the boy holds up his phone as if by explanation. “I input every item bought and consumed this Christmas so far. Do you know how many planets we would need to sustain this level of living if everyone bought and consumed the same? Seven-point-nine! Nearly eight Earths! And I haven’t even included our flight for skiing tomorrow.”
Tears come again. Genuine tears.
Tye does not hide his surprise. “You are crying because your family is living the American Dream?”
The boy sputters with grief and anger both. “The American Dream? More like global nightmare! We can’t go on like this?! Fires, flooding, famine, drought… We are doing this! Us!”
Tye is impressed with the kid. Admiring even. But, more than anything, he’s sad for the littl’un—bearing the weight of the world’s woes on his little waistcoated shoulders like this.
He allows a little silence—and two draws of his ciggie. “You could talk to your parents…”
The boy veritably wails now. “Don’t you think I have tried? Platitudes! All I hear are platitudes! ‘Look, Johnnie—we’re offsetting our emissions by paying an extra five dollars for the flights. You happy now?’ or, by far the worst, ‘Keep thinking that way, Johnnie—admissions are going to love you.’”
More wracking sobs.
Tye’s sympathy at the little guy’s tears blots out his astonishment at the little guy’s brain.
“Hey. Look. It’s really great you are thinking about all this. Really great. Just… like… You are, well, nine.”
“So?” Jonathan sputters.
“So… shouldn’t you be, I don’t know… enjoying life a little? There’s plenty of time to get screwy later, believe me.”
This plugs the waterworks with another cork of fury—Jonathan’s eyes spark. “Yes? Why, of course! I could just play hopscotch with my pigtail-flapping friends while the whole world burns. I thought you at least would understand.”
This in turn triggers Tye. “Pal—it’s pretty hard to get emotional about bushfires in Australia when my own toes are about to fall off from the cold, alright? I’m not the enemy here.”
Jonathan’s reply is almost inaudible—apparently this view has met with some serious opposition to before. “We are all the enemy. Us humans.”
Tye flicks the cigarette over the fence and sighs out his last draw of smoke.
“Can you go get that and put it in the non-degradables?”
“Sure.” Tye goes and retrieves the cigarette butt, and knocking off the ember, tosses it in one of five trashcans beneath their own little porch. Just before he closes it again, something catches his eye – lying on the heap of non-degradables is an unwrapped Kinder egg.
A twitch, and then something occurs to him. An idea. Or, rather, an image.
Returning to his place beneath the dangly legs of Jonathan, he looks up—all seriousness and resolve now.
“Buddy. We’re going to kill two birds with one stone now, alright? Actually, three. How about a little Christmas sabotage?”
Jonathan’s face appears over his knees, his eyes alive with interest and a boyish grin of mischief on his lips. “I like that word.”
Tye reaches down and picks up a perfectly oval stone from the side of the pathway—one almost the size of a fist—and looks up at the little boy, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Duck.”
“What?”
And Tye throws the stone. The boy leans back and the rock sails over his head.
KER-RASH…
…TINKLE. TINKLE.
The rock passed straight through both panes of glass, doubled up in the top section of the window from where Jonathan opened it to come out. Immediately shouts of shock and panic emerge from inside.
“Johnnie!” shouts the father.
“Oh, my God!” gasps the mother.
And hurried footsteps charge up the stairs.
Tye calls up to Jonathan. “Whatever you do, don’t let them bring you back inside the house, alright? Just stay there. Back in a bit.”
For the first time since Tye met him, Jonathan’s face, as it peers back over his knees, is alive with excitement. And for the first time he speaks to Tye from kid to adult. “Ok.”
And with that, Tye opens the front door and disappears inside.
“Jonathan!” calls Jeff from inside the bedroom. “Be careful, dear. There’s glass everywhere,” he says to his wife as she joins him at the window.
“Johnnie!” calls Persie. All her Hepburnesque calm is quite gone now. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Mom. Everything’s fine.”
“Who threw the rock, Jonathan? Was it you?” growls Jeff.
Jonathan decides not to answer. His mother makes it easy, shrieking as she is without stop.
“Come back inside, Jonathan. Now! Oh, we should have got child locks on these.”
“Where’s that homeless guy? I knew this was a bad idea! You and your ridiculous schemes,” grouches Jeff as he leans out of the window offering a hand, which Jonathan just looks at.
“What? You said it was a sterling idea!” exclaims Persie.
“It was a sterling idea to pick a nice, humble and generally peaceful man or WOMAN to the house from the street. Not some rock-hurling maniac! Jonathan—come, take my hand now. Where is the man? Is he down there?”
“No,” Jonathan says—his lack of movement from the edge showing which of the two questions he is answering.
“What do you mean, 'no'? Come here right now. Or… or I’ll leave you behind tomorrow when we go skiing. Like the brat in that movie.”
“I don’t want to go anyway.”
And so continues the family’s swirling inability to deal with a situation far removed from the normal eventlessness of their lives; all the time, Jonathan refusing to return, and neither parent daring to put more than half a torso out of the window to get him.
“If I have to climb out there to get you, I swear I am going to give all your presents to charity.”
“Sounds like a plan,” comes Tye’s voice at last as he emerges from the front door, the bell on his Santa hat jingling like a button of glee as he drags a Porsche sled down the steps. It is stacked up with a mountain of Jonathan’s presents, tied down with glittery wrapping tape and tufts of tinsel. Jonathan’s face looks over his knees again from the edge of the porch—grinning like never before—and at that moment, any doubt Tye had in his mind that he wasn’t doing the right thing vanishes in a puff of jubbly from his mind.
He opens his arms. “Jump. I’ll catch you.”
The boy hesitates—casts a glance back to his father, who has at last got one foot out of the window—and leaps.
There is a moment when everything seems to stop. Persie screams. A boy falls. A tangle of arms and legs... And then nothing but actual stillness. Tye is holding Jonathan sideways on. “Death by falling still ain’t no thang, eh?”
Jonathan laughs and stands, eyes beaming up at Tye with more trust than Tye can remember anyone looking at him with. He hands the little guy a little jacket. “I took this. Guessing it’s yours.”
Jonathan pulls on the puffer as Tye drags the Porsche along the snowless but wet path towards the steep incline of 22nd Street.
“But there’s no snow,” Jonathan calls after him, running to keep step with Tye’s stomping strides.
Tye jumps onto the present-stacked sled and taps for Jonathan to sit in front of him. “Who needs snow when you’ve got San Francisco.”
With a horrified Persie behind him, Jeff now has two feet on the porch and shouts, red-faced, “Jonathan! Come back here! Tyson! I am going to call the police if you don’t stop right there! Tyyyssoooon!”
“You threw away the Kinder egg, Jeff. Not cool.”
And they’re off.
“Hold on tight!” says Tye, and Jonathan grips the trousers of both his knees. The last thing Tye sees as they accelerate down the hill is Natalie’s wide beam of a smile from the porch, hidden beneath the raging father on its top.
About three seconds too late, Tyson remembers the last time he went sledding—and the unfortunate inability one has to stop after reaching a certain velocity, a velocity he and Jonathan passed three seconds ago. The aluminum rails of the overloaded two-man sled whip across the wet tarmac like a greased bullet. He slams both well-heeled shoes down on the ground but their gripless leather soles add about as much friction as butter on a hot pan.
“Wahoooooo!!!” exclaims Jonathan as they bomb down the road.
“Grip the sled, not me!” shouts Tye.
“Why?”
They hit a hillock and soar into the air. Tye reaches up to pull a flailing Jonathan from the air and plonks him back down onto the sled as it clonks onto the surface of the road. “Because hills.”
The next section is even steeper. They race forward in a blur now, with Tye’s Santa hat jingling along with Jonathan’s unceasing laughter.
The houses zip by so fast they start to resemble Christmas-decorated barracks, and Tye is beginning to experience a return of the doubt that Jonathan’s excitement had previously managed to dispel.
“Lucky no cars,” he shouts over the Porsche-like skidding sound.
They pass an intersection. Loud honking horn from their right. Car.
FSHUM—they pass it in a flash.
“Yeah. Lucky,” shouts Jonathan with glee.
Another intersection. And another. They are passing blocks like a ball bearing down a town built out of lego.
“Faster! Faster!” shouts Jonathan.
And gravity only obliges.
Tye holds the reins with his hands up high up like a first time rider on a race horse. He grimaces more than a gargoyle on MDMA.
The “Toys for Haiti” stall is coming up fast ahead—it’s tinsel-twined sign towering—and, before it’s even occurred to Tye there is no way of stopping, they fly past it.
“HEEEeelppp…!” yelps Tye.
A picture of aghast hippy faces.
And they zip towards another road. But, unlike all previous, this one has traffic—some three cars cross in their path every second.
“Tye. I think we should stop now,” calls Jonathan. Laughter gone.
“Yeah. Erm.”
They get closer to the intersection.
“Tye!” Panic.
“Yesss… I know!” Wet-pants-panic.
And then suddenly out of the corner of Tye’s left eye appears a car bumper, then a car wheel. Then a San Francisco Police Department emblem. A police car driving alongside them.
WOO-WOO
“Hand.” Comes a voice. Authority and precision. Policeman.
Tye turns his grimace to see the same policeman he slapped on Christmas Eve offering a hand of his own from the police car window—also open, but this one helping. Tye grabs it without a thought.
The policeman brakes. The sled veers into the car, luckily just before the wheel so it aligns itself by bumping and scraping against the car’s side. The police car brakes harder.
And they stop.
FSHUM. A car flies past a metre in front of them at the intersection. Then another. And another.
“You got your Christmas wish, pal,” growls the policeman. “You’re under arrest. Anything you say will be used as...”
Tye vomits Hermitage wine and Christmas pudding down the side of the car.
*
Hands cuffed behind him, Tye looks at Jonathan’s forlorn face through the police car window, the tinsel-covered “Toys for Haiti” sign behind, as hippy hands offload an endless supply of gifts from the sled into boxes on and around the stall. And finally the sled itself.
Persie and Jeff finish their own offload to a policewoman—an angry pile of explanations—while the policeman sighs from the front seat and looks at his watch. He sticks his head out of the window. “Lisa—we’ve got to go. They can file it at the station.”
His partner obeys and returns to the car with some inaudible reassurances to the still-ranting parents.
He might be imagining it, but... no, he is sure—Tye sees Jonathan mouth through the glass of the window the words “Thank you.”
Tye gives him a half smile. “Na. Thank you.”
The policewoman gets back in and the door thuds shut. The car rolls forward down the hill—back to the city proper. Tye turns and looks back through the window. He sees Jonathan wave. This time it’s easy to wave back.
“Kid ain’t gonna forget this Christmas in a hurry,” says the policeman over his shoulder.
“No. He’s not.” And half smile becomes a full one as Tye leans back. He can almost smell Ma’s snickerdoodles and shortbreads.
THE END
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2020.01.04 06:38 muser_777 Am a pro writer and just finished a Christmas story for a Redditor who asked for one (part 2)

(PART 2)
The thirty nine minutes it took for every one of the sixty eight presents to be unwrapped will forever stand in Tye’s mind as an act of inhuman restraint. A full twenty-one hours had passed since he ate the discarded third of a hamburger from a trashcan, and smiling through the heady smells from Francis’ culinary accompaniments in the adjoining kitchen would have been easier to take if they were mustard gas.
The one thing that helped him through the ordeal was the curioso that Jonathan proved to be during the unwrapping process. Every present he unveiled, he did so with limp wrists and dull eyes. The only time he so much as smiled was when he gave Tye a present, about which he proudly declared “I picked it myself.” It was a tent. “For two people—so you can sleep with a friend,” the kid said, and Tye had to blink three times in quick succession for risk of exposing a tear.
Even when he opened the largest gift of all, in a box that rivaled most coffins—a brushed aluminum sled so slickly beautiful that it had surely been swiped from the Museum of Modern Art—even then, that look of absolute apathy remained unchanged on little Jonathan's face.
“Who knew Porsche made sleds, huh?” declares Jeff as he hoists it up in his arms and runs a hand down its length like young love.
“Not me,” admits Tyson.
“What do you think, Johnnie? Quite the piece, huh?”
“Yes Dad. Thank you, Dad.” And Jonathan leans up to receive his father’s descending cheek where he plants a robotic kiss before walking around the table to do the same for his mother. “Thank you, Mom.”
“We’ll get you to the snow next week, kiddo. You can wait till then, right?”
“Yes, Dad.”
Tye shakes his head to himself. The kid has clearly been spoiled to the point where nothing in the world’s factories and design houses exists to excite him.
But all thoughts of others or anything vanish when Francis enters with the goose. The man nods to Tye—brother to brother—before depositing the enormous bird in the centre of the table, an act so exerting his biceps threaten to Incredible Hulk their way out of his chef’s coat.
It is quite possible his hosts spoke during the next twenty minutes. It is even possible they spoke to Tye. Indeed, he might have grunted a reply or two. But he could be sure of very little, so blissfully unaware of the world was he during the dream that was the conveyance of food from plate to mouth.
Moist slices of gooseflesh with orange-honeyed skin, potatoes armoured with rosemary and salted browning, vegetables steamed into heavenliness and more varieties of sauces—red, white, purple and plum—than he knew could coexist on one table. And no sooner had he finished his third portion of main was he delighted by the stodgy richness of the Christmas pudding and the liqueur-cream symphony of brandy butter.
He finally wakes from the spell to the feeling that an anvil has been deposited in the centre of his stomach and each breath into his lungs is a new hammerblow to that iron. Never has he been so full. Never so satisfied. And still, with coffee steam tickling his nose and a glass of armagnac to the side, he manages a nibble on a wafer-thin mint. The goose resembles a shipwreck in the middle of the table, while, beyond, Jonathan is gone from the table, presumably leaving at some point during the culinary carnage. Jeff and Persie idly scroll on their phones in silence.
Jeff pauses to glance up at the grandfather clock, which act Tye notices. No doubt to check when their guest would be leaving. Or perhaps Tye was imagining it. Regardless, the clock shows twenty-two minutes to go before the agreed time for his departure.
It is then that he realises the one thing he wants more than anything in this life of his just now is a cigarette. But his heart clonks against the anvil when he realises the one lone ciggie he had saved for just this occasion is still in the inside pocket of his old dirty coat. He strokes down his now better-fitting tweed suit and stands.
“Bathroom,” he offers before moving back towards the hall.
“There’s one by the kitchen if you prefer.”
“No—it’s fine. Just listen out for the bell on my hat if I get lost.”
An appreciative chuckle from his hosts. And, as he moves through the ancillary atrium, he hears Jeff whisper, “The guy has a sense of humour.”
“Shh. Don’t sound so surprised, dear.”
Or at least he thinks that’s what they said.
He takes the stairs in the hall when a voice comes from behind him.
“Sir?” He turns to find Natalie enter from another archway. “ I took these from your jacket pocket before washing.”
She holds out a hand to reveal a ball of string, three elastic bands, a pen knife, a lighter and, to his supreme happiness, a cigarette—crooked but unbroken. He takes the handful of knick-nacks with a smile and a wink.
“Thank you. Where might I smoke this?”
She points to the front door with an apologetic half-smile. “Would be best.” And then goes through the process of unlocking it for him. “You’ll be warm enough?”
“Yes, yes. Thanks. Meat-sweats.” And he steps outside into the grey winter light.
Lighting the cigarette, he trots down the steps and takes a deep draw, looking out across the sea of rooftops sloping off before him down the hill. This is the life.
A moment or two later, he hears a wet snuffle from somewhere above him and turns. On the roof of the porch, with legs hanging over its edge, is Jonathan, sat with a phone in limp, defeated hands, an open bedroom window behind him. The boy is crying—tears of the silent ‘I just want to do this alone’ kind which are all the more tragic to behold.
“I think you need to be higher up,” Tye calls to him. “You’ll be lucky to break a leg from there.”
A snort of laughter comes from Jonathan, which helps him steady his tears.
“What’s the matter, buddy?”
“Nothing. I am fine... Were you glad you came?” asks the boy, wiping wet from his eyes and trying to get himself together in a way people several times his age normally do.
“Are you kidding? I’d have come just for the socks. Thanks again, by the way.”
“Least we could do.”
Tye takes another draw before daring the question. “What’s the matter? I’ll be honest—I ain’t seen a whole lot to cry about since I got here.”
Jonathan looks at him with wide eyes—all tearfulness giving way suddenly to astonishment, mixed with a dash of little-man fury. “Really? You are seriously telling me nothing you have seen... none of this”—he sweeps both arms to reference the whole house and garden both—“gives you cause for concern?”
Tye doesn’t follow.
Exasperated, the boy holds up his phone as if by explanation. “I input every item bought and consumed this Christmas so far. Do you know how many planets we would need to sustain this level of living if everyone bought and consumed the same? Seven-point-nine! Nearly eight Earths! And I haven’t even included our flight for skiing tomorrow.”
Tears come again. Genuine tears.
Tye does not hide his surprise. “You are crying because your family is living the American Dream?”
The boy sputters with grief and anger both. “The American Dream? More like global nightmare! We can’t go on like this?! Fires, flooding, famine, drought… We are doing this! Us!”
Tye is impressed with the kid. Admiring even. But, more than anything, he’s sad for the littl’un—bearing the weight of the world’s woes on his little waistcoated shoulders like this.
He allows a little silence—and two draws of his ciggie. “You could talk to your parents…”
The boy veritably wails now. “Don’t you think I have tried? Platitudes! All I hear are platitudes! ‘Look, Johnnie—we’re offsetting our emissions by paying an extra five dollars for the flights. You happy now?’ or, by far the worst, ‘Keep thinking that way, Johnnie—admissions are going to love you.’”
More wracking sobs.
Tye’s sympathy at the little guy’s tears blots out his astonishment at the little guy’s brain.
“Hey. Look. It’s really great you are thinking about all this. Really great. Just… like… You are, well, nine.”
“So?” Jonathan sputters.
“So… shouldn’t you be, I don’t know… enjoying life a little? There’s plenty of time to get screwy later, believe me.”
This plugs the waterworks with another cork of fury—Jonathan’s eyes spark. “Yes? Why, of course! I could just play hopscotch with my pigtail-flapping friends while the whole world burns. I thought you at least would understand.”
This in turn triggers Tye. “Pal—it’s pretty hard to get emotional about bushfires in Australia when my own toes are about to fall off from the cold, alright? I’m not the enemy here.”
Jonathan’s reply is almost inaudible—apparently this view has met with some serious opposition to before. “We are all the enemy. Us humans.”
Tye flicks the cigarette over the fence and sighs out his last draw of smoke.
“Can you go get that and put it in the non-degradables?”
“Sure.” Tye goes and retrieves the cigarette butt, and knocking off the ember, tosses it in one of five trashcans beneath their own little porch. Just before he closes it again, something catches his eye – lying on the heap of non-degradables is an unwrapped Kinder egg.
A twitch, and then something occurs to him. An idea. Or, rather, an image.
Returning to his place beneath the dangly legs of Jonathan, he looks up—all seriousness and resolve now.
“Buddy. We’re going to kill two birds with one stone now, alright? Actually, three. How about a little Christmas sabotage?”
Jonathan’s face appears over his knees, his eyes alive with interest and a boyish grin of mischief on his lips. “I like that word.”
Tye reaches down and picks up a perfectly oval stone from the side of the pathway—one almost the size of a fist—and looks up at the little boy, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Duck.”
“What?”
And Tye throws the stone. The boy leans back and the rock sails over his head.
KER-RASH…
…TINKLE. TINKLE.
The rock passed straight through both panes of glass, doubled up in the top section of the window from where Jonathan opened it to come out. Immediately shouts of shock and panic emerge from inside.
“Johnnie!” shouts the father.
“Oh, my God!” gasps the mother.
And hurried footsteps charge up the stairs.
Tye calls up to Jonathan. “Whatever you do, don’t let them bring you back inside the house, alright? Just stay there. Back in a bit.”
For the first time since Tye met him, Jonathan’s face, as it peers back over his knees, is alive with excitement. And for the first time he speaks to Tye from kid to adult. “Ok.”
And with that, Tye opens the front door and disappears inside.
“Jonathan!” calls Jeff from inside the bedroom. “Be careful, dear. There’s glass everywhere,” he says to his wife as she joins him at the window.
“Johnnie!” calls Persie. All her Hepburnesque calm is quite gone now. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Mom. Everything’s fine.”
“Who threw the rock, Jonathan? Was it you?” growls Jeff.
Jonathan decides not to answer. His mother makes it easy, shrieking as she is without stop.
“Come back inside, Jonathan. Now! Oh, we should have got child locks on these.”
“Where’s that homeless guy? I knew this was a bad idea! You and your ridiculous schemes,” grouches Jeff as he leans out of the window offering a hand, which Jonathan just looks at.
“What? You said it was a sterling idea!” exclaims Persie.
“It was a sterling idea to pick a nice, humble and generally peaceful man or WOMAN to the house from the street. Not some rock-hurling maniac! Jonathan—come, take my hand now. Where is the man? Is he down there?”
“No,” Jonathan says—his lack of movement from the edge showing which of the two questions he is answering.
“What do you mean, 'no'? Come here right now. Or… or I’ll leave you behind tomorrow when we go skiing. Like the brat in that movie.”
“I don’t want to go anyway.”
And so continues the family’s swirling inability to deal with a situation far removed from the normal eventlessness of their lives; all the time, Jonathan refusing to return, and neither parent daring to put more than half a torso out of the window to get him.
“If I have to climb out there to get you, I swear I am going to give all your presents to charity.”
“Sounds like a plan,” comes Tye’s voice at last as he emerges from the front door, the bell on his Santa hat jingling like a button of glee as he drags a Porsche sled down the steps. It is stacked up with a mountain of Jonathan’s presents, tied down with glittery wrapping tape and tufts of tinsel. Jonathan’s face looks over his knees again from the edge of the porch—grinning like never before—and at that moment, any doubt Tye had in his mind that he wasn’t doing the right thing vanishes in a puff of jubbly from his mind.
He opens his arms. “Jump. I’ll catch you.”
The boy hesitates—casts a glance back to his father, who has at last got one foot out of the window—and leaps.
There is a moment when everything seems to stop. Persie screams. A boy falls. A tangle of arms and legs... And then nothing but actual stillness. Tye is holding Jonathan sideways on. “Death by falling still ain’t no thang, eh?”
Jonathan laughs and stands, eyes beaming up at Tye with more trust than Tye can remember anyone looking at him with. He hands the little guy a little jacket. “I took this. Guessing it’s yours.”
Jonathan pulls on the puffer as Tye drags the Porsche along the snowless but wet path towards the steep incline of 22nd Street.
“But there’s no snow,” Jonathan calls after him, running to keep step with Tye’s stomping strides.
Tye jumps onto the present-stacked sled and taps for Jonathan to sit in front of him. “Who needs snow when you’ve got San Francisco.”
With a horrified Persie behind him, Jeff now has two feet on the porch and shouts, red-faced, “Jonathan! Come back here! Tyson! I am going to call the police if you don’t stop right there! Tyyyssoooon!”
“You threw away the Kinder egg, Jeff. Not cool.”
And they’re off.
“Hold on tight!” says Tye, and Jonathan grips the trousers of both his knees. The last thing Tye sees as they accelerate down the hill is Natalie’s wide beam of a smile from the porch, hidden beneath the raging father on its top.
About three seconds too late, Tyson remembers the last time he went sledding—and the unfortunate inability one has to stop after reaching a certain velocity, a velocity he and Jonathan passed three seconds ago. The aluminum rails of the overloaded two-man sled whip across the wet tarmac like a greased bullet. He slams both well-heeled shoes down on the ground but their gripless leather soles add about as much friction as butter on a hot pan.
“Wahoooooo!!!” exclaims Jonathan as they bomb down the road.
“Grip the sled, not me!” shouts Tye.
“Why?”
They hit a hillock and soar into the air. Tye reaches up to pull a flailing Jonathan from the air and plonks him back down onto the sled as it clonks onto the surface of the road. “Because hills.”
The next section is even steeper. They race forward in a blur now, with Tye’s Santa hat jingling along with Jonathan’s unceasing laughter.
The houses zip by so fast they start to resemble Christmas-decorated barracks, and Tye is beginning to experience a return of the doubt that Jonathan’s excitement had previously managed to dispel.
“Lucky no cars,” he shouts over the Porsche-like skidding sound.
They pass an intersection. Loud honking horn from their right. Car.
FSHUM—they pass it in a flash.
“Yeah. Lucky,” shouts Jonathan with glee.
Another intersection. And another. They are passing blocks like a ball bearing down a town built out of lego.
“Faster! Faster!” shouts Jonathan.
And gravity only obliges.
Tye holds the reins with his hands up high up like a first time rider on a race horse. He grimaces more than a gargoyle on MDMA.
The “Toys for Haiti” stall is coming up fast ahead—it’s tinsel-twined sign towering—and, before it’s even occurred to Tye there is no way of stopping, they fly past it.
“HEEEeelppp…!” yelps Tye.
A picture of aghast hippy faces.
And they zip towards another road. But, unlike all previous, this one has traffic—some three cars cross in their path every second.
“Tye. I think we should stop now,” calls Jonathan. Laughter gone.
“Yeah. Erm.”
They get closer to the intersection.
“Tye!” Panic.
“Yesss… I know!” Wet-pants-panic.
And then suddenly out of the corner of Tye’s left eye appears a car bumper, then a car wheel. Then a San Francisco Police Department emblem. A police car driving alongside them.
WOO-WOO
“Hand.” Comes a voice. Authority and precision. Policeman.
Tye turns his grimace to see the same policeman he slapped on Christmas Eve offering a hand of his own from the police car window—also open, but this one helping. Tye grabs it without a thought.
The policeman brakes. The sled veers into the car, luckily just before the wheel so it aligns itself by bumping and scraping against the car’s side. The police car brakes harder.
And they stop.
FSHUM. A car flies past a metre in front of them at the intersection. Then another. And another.
“You got your Christmas wish, pal,” growls the policeman. “You’re under arrest. Anything you say will be used as...”
Tye vomits Hermitage wine and Christmas pudding down the side of the car.
*
Hands cuffed behind him, Tye looks at Jonathan’s forlorn face through the police car window, the tinsel-covered “Toys for Haiti” sign behind, as hippy hands offload an endless supply of gifts from the sled into boxes on and around the stall. And finally the sled itself.
Persie and Jeff finish their own offload to a policewoman—an angry pile of explanations—while the policeman sighs from the front seat and looks at his watch. He sticks his head out of the window. “Lisa—we’ve got to go. They can file it at the station.”
His partner obeys and returns to the car with some inaudible reassurances to the still-ranting parents.
He might be imagining it, but... no, he is sure—Tye sees Jonathan mouth through the glass of the window the words “Thank you.”
Tye gives him a half smile. “Na. Thank you.”
The policewoman gets back in and the door thuds shut. The car rolls forward down the hill—back to the city proper. Tye turns and looks back through the window. He sees Jonathan wave. This time it’s easy to wave back.
“Kid ain’t gonna forget this Christmas in a hurry,” says the policeman over his shoulder.
“No. He’s not.” And half smile becomes a full one as Tye leans back. He can almost smell Ma’s snickerdoodles and shortbreads.
THE END
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2018.03.03 06:15 Donkey_of_Balaam The Quotable Zionist Conspirator: “There are so many people who believe one can be an authentic observant Noachide while continuing to observe/practice some other religion.”

Part VII of a Series
The Zionist Conspirator is one of America's great Southern writers. Literary talent pools disproportionately in the bottom half of our country. Meet the Gentile Joshua, a Noachide for 30 years, AKA The Redneck Rastafarian. These are selections from his posts on Free Republic. Many stand alone as aphorisms.
As you probably know, I too am a Southerner (though from the Upper rather than the Deep South), though my own ancestors (like many Southerners in every Confederate state except South Carolina) fought for the Union. I too love the South (while disagreeing with certain aspects of traditional Southern culture like jim crow and slavish adherence to the Democrat party), but the most important thing to me is that it is the Bible Belt. I may no longer be a chrstian, but I am the Bible-bangin'est son of a gun you will ever meet. And that means One G-d and One Truth that applies universally.
I admit to not liking "palaeoconservatives." "Palaeos" are not Fundamentalists at all. They are utilitarian "civilizationist" intellectuals to whom Abstract Universal Truth is "subversive;" it undercuts traditional local norms. But that's the whole point: "traditional local norms" are pagan! The whole point of chrstianity was (theoretically) to destroy the "old 'gxds'" ("traditional local norms") and replace them with the One True G-d (which it's done a lousy job of doing, btw). This failure is easily seen by the mutual hatred between chrstians of different ethnicities (Black and white Americans being the most obvious, but far from the only, example). It is obvious that each ethnicity has created a "gxd" in its own image and put its racial identity over and above its religious identity (and please recall before you have an aneurism that I am one of the most caustic critics of contemporary "Black culture" and politics on this forum!). If Black and white chrstians really put their religious identities first, then a Black and white Baptist marriage wouldn't be considered a "mixed marriage;" a white Baptist and white bddhist marriage would be! In short, "palaeoconservative" civilizationism is really no different from the attitude of Communist "national liberation" terrorists: "Deze are de wayz of our pipplez!"
In closing: anyone who worships his ancestors, his culture, his civilization, his "way of life," etc., is an idolator, and idolatry is the greatest sin of all. If your loyalty to G-d is based on loyalty to your ancestors (rather than vice versa), then you may be very disappointed at your day of judgment. (Free Republic 2013)
It's unbelievable how much misinformation there is on this topic. There are so many people who believe one can be an authentic observant Noachide while continuing to observe/practice some other religion (Xianity, islam, etc.). Apparently there are "authorities" out there who teach that these days! Many people are being led astray. (Free Republic 2013)
The thing that always gets me with these atheist "ethicists" is why they think the environment has any more meaning than does human life. If the entire universe is a meaningless coincidence, then why does the earth or the environment or "nature" suddenly become so "sacred" that humanity must be destroyed in order to save it?
Why save a meaningless coincidence? (Free republic 2013)
There is no "religious liberty" in classical Judaism (read the Book of Joshua). Jews who exercise their "freedom of religion" to worship a false "gxd" are subject to the death penalty. Judaism is not really a "religious denomination" but a Theocratic Nation. And while I'm unaware of any writings on the subject from the church fathers, the fact is from the moment chrstianity came into power it forbade other religions. Read the works of the nineteenth century Popes to see what they had to say about the subject.
"Religious liberty" comes from the "enlightenment," which was an enemy of G-d. Even early Protestantism rejected "freedom of religion."
The only true religious freedom is the freedom to obey G-d. No one has the "right" to disobey Him. The free will and ability to do so, yes . . . but not the "right." (Free Republic 2013)
Zionist Conspirator has stated he was once Catholic. I get the distinct impression that since becoming a Zionist, Zionist Conspirator has rejected Jesus Christ and follows some modern sect or cult based solely on the Old Testament. Zionist Conspirator can correct me if I'm wrong.
I didn't suddenly "become a Zionist." I'm a simple Bible Belter, and Bible Belters are pro-Israel and pro-Jewish because of Biblical sentimentalism. Try it some time.
I became a Noachide, which isn't a cult or sect but the Halakhic designation for non-Jews -- all non-Jews, regardless of their religious beliefs. That means technically, you are a Noachide. One can only be a Noachide or a Jew. There is no middle ground. My defection from chrstianity would never have been possible without first defecting to Catholicism, a religion as radically opposed to the Bible Belt mentality as it is possible to be. Growing up, to me being a Catholic was like being a Communist. I overcame that prejudice. And while it didn't work out, it made my other prejudices easier to overcome as I carried the logic of my historical investigations to its conclusion. For now I'll just say that as I went from Protestantism to Catholicism to Orthodoxy, I noticed that the defects of human nature were becoming less severe and human responsibility was becoming greater. Why stop somewhere half-way?
We don't have time to discuss this now and you wouldn't listen to anything I had to say anyway, but if I could give advice to the Catholic catechumenal committees (I won't say missionaries because American Catholics think missionizing is a "Protestant thing") I would tell them that they are missing the big picture. They are defending individual Catholic doctrines without transmitting the Catholic worldview. They are expecting people whose only understanding of chrstianity is Protestant to just add purgatory and confession to what they already believe. This doesn't work because no matter how accurate Catholic claims of authenticity are, neither purgatory nor confession make any sense from the uncorrected Protestant perspective.
No Protestant has ever been told that Adam and Eve in the Garden were in a probationary state waiting to be "translated" to the "beatific vision." They think Adam and Eve were placed in a static paradise that was an end in itself with nothing to prove. Once Jsus "saves" them they are restored to status quo ante. What's this business about the "door to heaven being open again" and now it's up to each "redeemed" person to "cooperate" lest they "lose their salvation?" It's merely a loophole anyway. Adam was not headed for any other "heaven" than the one he was already living in and to which each "saved" person is now sure to return, so what is there to "merit?" Why this need for "purgation" before entering heaven? That makes as much sense as saying Adam couldn't have been created until he was first purified. Try pushing purgatory onto that worldview. It doesn't work!
As for confession, what Catholics fail to realize is that even if its authenticity is proved beyond the shadow of a doubt chrstianity as Protestants have always understood it simply cannot assimilate it. Protestants are not damned for individual sins, but for the propensity to sin in the first place. A "totally depraved" person confessing individual sins makes as much sense as trying to cure smallpox by picking off scabs. It is what Catholics call "concupiscence," not the symptoms known as "sins" that damn the Protestant. You wanna here a Protestant confession? Here it is. "Bless me father for I have sinned. I have a monster inside me. I was born with it. It will be there when I die." Now, what penance would you assign for that, hmmm? And no Protestant that I am aware of has ever learned how to count every single mortal sin, even after an absence from the confessional for forty years, and then accurately report it. You cradle Catholics must be "rain men." Maybe you should all be working on getting us all free energy.
Why would someone who was meant to live forever in the Garden of Eden have to do anything once the loophole brilliantly preserves G-d's holiness while letting the sinner go free? Who ever said Adam had a journey to make in the Garden? I certainly never heard this. And why is confession or art or saints or rituals or anything necessary once one has taken advantage of the loophole? Why did Jsus come here in the first place if not to be vicariously damned in our place? And since he was, what is the rationale for thinking one has to do anything???
A Catholic FReeper once sneeringly referred to Protestants' "get out of hell free card" as if that were supposed to be ironic. Isn't that the whole purpose of the chrstian religion? It's not? Then how does one justify its existence? What's it for? That's something no one raised a Protestant can ever figure out. I have read many Catholic apologetic books and articles (I own a good number, having once been a member). All Catholic apologetics make the same mistake: they take individual "Catholic things," justify them with history, and then think their job is done. William James was right. Catholics' and Protestants' centers of emotional energy are too different. "They will never understand one another."
And as one moves from Catholicism to even more ancient and "authentic" versions of chrstianity it only gets worse. Eastern Orthodoxy is "semi-pelagian" and professes that one must participate with G-d to achieve "deification" (they are very up front about this and call it "synergy"). They don't believe in original sin at all and think all Catholics are merely Calvinists who are too dumb to notice. Augustine is the "arch-heretic" who introduced the alien, pagan Greek idea of "original sin." I once asked an Orthodox priest if all this is true what was the difference between Adam in the Garden of Eden and me sitting right there talking with him. He said there wasn't any! (How he justified his job I have no idea!) And most of all, I have even read Eastern Orthodox writers (not liberal ecumenists, mind you, but the genuine article) who insist that the Talmud teaches the true, original, Biblical doctrine of human nature which all "western chrstendom" (Catholics as much as those "poor deluded Protestants") twisted and corrupted. Now . . . you wanna tell me what's wrong with the Talmud since its conception of human nature is true and trumps that of Luther, Calvin, or Catholicism?
All this was headed to one place. I saw it. I embraced it.
And finally, though this will probably get no response, whatever else may be said about the ancient churches, they have all embraced evolution and higher criticism as a way to "prove" their not inbred American Protestants. No matter what they may be right on, any religion that says that G-d is (chas vechalilah!) guilty of errors, mistakes, or (G-d forbid!) falsehood is simply evil. But I notice most of the more "conservative" Catholics on this forum won't touch that issue. After all, who wants to be asked what "trailer park" one is from? But anyone who believes in either evolution or "higher criticism" while claiming his religious beliefs are identical in every way to those of Jerome or Athanasius (who never heard of either) is either very, very confused or something worse. (Free Republic 2013)
It's about time Clinton and others in the US and the West stopped pressuring Israel on this Palestinian state business.
It's also high time the Israelis stopped listening to anyone else, stopped trying to be an "enlightened" western liberal state, and returned to HaShem and the Torah. Unfortunately, the "enlightenment" seems to have caused everyone to forget that at one time not so long ago "religion" was neither subjective nor private.
I know there have been lots of wars over religion, but secularization has not reduced the amount of warfare in the world. At least when people were "fighting over religion" they realized how important the subject was. Now G-d has been reduced to folklore and even a Jewish State with its capital in Yerushalayim can't invoke Him on its behalf. (Free Republic 2013)
Unfortunately, both Catholics/Orthodox and Protestants get total inerrancy and total sufficiency mixed up. Protestants think a rejection of total sufficiency is an attack on total inerrancy (which it often is, though it does not need to be), and Protestants assume that if the scriptures are totally inerrant, they must therefore be totally sufficient. Then the two sides argue back and forth based on their own mistaken assumptions.
The Bible in its original Hebrew form consists of nothing but a string of 300,000+ consonants -- no vowels, no punctuation. All that comes from the Oral Tradition. Chrstianity's bible, on the other hand, already has the Jewish Oral tradition incorporated into it (vial the vowels and punctuation), so the only way Catholics and Orthodox know to defend their tradition is to try to discredit the bible. What a pity. (Free Republic 2013)
Isn’t it strange....I have never in my life known a Christian turned Jew except one Catholic who did so for marriage.....divorced....she’s now Pentecostal
But this forum has a couple dozen Christians turned Jew or wish they were Jewish....or whatever this in between thing is
And dare criticize liberal Jewish vanguard attacks on traditional culture or any minor misstep by Israel and they pounce with zeal hurling anti Semite smear 100 times quicker than our known natural Jews
And I've never attacked "liberal Jewish vanguard attacks on traditional culture?" That's what you're saying? Really? Where the blazes have you been for the past fourteen years where I have defending rural American Fundamentalist Protestants time after time after time after time after time? Huh? Or maybe you are unaware that I have been accused of anti-Semitism because I have dared to criticize the two-hundred-plus-year-old tactic of identifying Judaism with the promotion of "religious freedom" rather than the promotion of G-d? As a matter of fact, where are you when I'm defending the total inerrancy of Scripture? Or do you even care? Maybe you're an evolutionist yourself? Maybe you're one of those "palaeos" who worship the contemptible H.L. Mencken?
And what do you mean by "traditional culture?" Is that some sort of euphemism for the Laws of G-d because you're afraid to say "the laws of G-d?" Or maybe you don't believe there's an objective G-d with objective Laws? Maybe you think "truth" evolves over billions and jillions and zillions of eons through trial and error and slowly encodes itself in our instincts. Maybe you don't even believe there is a single objectively true cultural tradition at all? You one of those "planet of peoples" loonie toons who think there's a separate but equal "truth" for every culture and ethnic group on the planet? Maybe Judaism "subverts" all these wonderful "traditional cultures" because it is based on G-d and not on utilitarian social traditionalism?
And my, my, my . . . what have those awful Israelis been up to now? Did they fluoridate your drinking water? Confiscate your apricot pits? Try to take your brandy and cigars away from you? Or did they recite a magical phrase from the Talmud and magically cause your skin to get a little bit too dark? Goodness knows all the troubles in the world would disappear immediately if only there were no Israel. Why, before 5/14/'48 there was no evil in existence was there? How dare I not personally drop a hydrogen bomb on Jerusalem because those awful Israelis are causing good upstanding Northwestern European Man to disappear by "creating money out of nothing?" That's how they do it, right? I mean, here you are being all Super Traditional and Organic and all, and along come the ISRAELIS and all of a sudden some left wing intellectual from a cotton field in the Mississippi Delta is defiling your daughter with COMMUNISM! And it's all because Jews are living in Israel!
You want to know my position on Israel? Well here it is, so pay attention: I fully support the Benei Yisra'el in 'Eretz Yisra'el. But the western, democratic, liberal "State of Israel" and its institutions are all alien. And I mean the president, the prime ministership, legislature, and the "supreme court." G-d ordained a king, a high priest, and the Sanhedrin, and that's it. That is the genuine Jewish Theocratic government that has existed continuously since Sinai and now buried beneath tons of copies of the Bill of Rights. Any alien western structure added to this Divinely-authorized government should be dismantled.
I’m not disparaging their faith but rather the behavior of some....
Well thank you all to blazes. Here I am as depressed as I can remember ever being over the world situation, unable to sleep at night, a nervous wreck, unable to properly daven this morning, and while I'm excoriating the guilty parties for everything they've done and here you come along jumping on my last nerve because I'm a liberal who defends "Jewish subversion" of all that is good and pure and adorable in the world and don't sufficiently blame the Israelis for "personally ordering" the Supreme Court to legalize "gay marriage!" Well, I no longer have that nerve. I have had it. I've had it with having to be worried, depressed, scared, and everything else in the world about all this and then be jumped on by the likes of you, a non-theistic "palaeoconservative" along the lines of Sam Francis or Jared Taylor, jumping on me and accusing me of being a liberal working to destroy your precious "western civilization."
Understand this: I don't give a hoot for anybody's "civilization." Only one thing matters in this world or any other, and that is G-d. Not the "western gxd," not the "American gxd," but the True G-d. And you and anyone else in the world who doesn't understand this is a utilitarian ancestor-worshiper and idolator. There is only the True G-d and His Laws, not the eons of gradual evolution of anybody's stupid "civilization."
And just how useful has this vaunted "civilization" been in preventing all of this? It's been useless. You think there isn't some deep flaw in your civilization that made all this possible? You think that the Big Bad Jews did all of this by corroding belief in the "incarnation?" You don't see the deep implication of the "incarnation" in this universal leftist ethnolatry that's taken over the world? And just how has this universal "inculturation" of G-d into each and every ethnic group on the planet worked out for you? You think the One, Invisible, Unincarnate G-d Who created the universe will turn this world into a sewer? Well guess what . . . it's a sewer already! And the only objective standard in existence as to what is good and what is bad are the Laws of that awful alien Jewish G-d. But then, don't even consider that. You just go right back to trying the same things over and over and over that have never worked. And even if they did, they'd just put us back with Thomas Jefferson and Tom Paine and the whole thing would start all over again!
And denying Christ existence....our actual Jews here...to their credit...never do that.
When did I ever deny Chrst's existence? What has his existence or non-existence got to do with the fact that G-d had already spoken and this so-called "new testament" doesn't meet any criteria and contradicts the universally acknowledged prior Revelation of G-d? And I note that you apparently have no trouble whatsoever with Catholics attacking the founders of Protestantism, but the Catholic Martin Luther who paved the way fifteen hundred years earlier is beyond discussion. So Catholics can point out where's Luther's teachings ultimately lead but I can't do the same for his predecessor?
And just which Jsus (there's one for every ethnic group!) are we talking about here? Are we talking about the "good" one worshiped by the ridgerunners in the hills of West Virginia or the "bad" one worshiped by the left wing Ph.D.'s in the swamps of Louisiana?
Is Messianic and Noahide related.
No.
Now I know I've ranted like a madman because I've been a maelstrom of emotion since this awful week started. You probably haven't read this far, but anyone who has please before this post gets yanked please listen to one final explanation for why I have reacted like this.
Yesterday I took a short road trip to the place I worked my first job. On the way back I drove through a little rural community and turned around on the parking lot between the Baptist and Methodist churches. While I was there I saw something on the marquee of that Baptist church that racked me to my very soul. There at the bottom, was this simple plea: "Please G-d, please continue to bless the United States of America." Here was this pitiful plea from the heart to G-d to continue to bless us even after what had just happened at the Supreme Court -- a plea for Him to recognize that [gay marriage] was being forced on us against our will and please not to hold it against the innocent who were unimplicated. And I thought of all those smug, satisfied perverts and the enablers who would have eaten this up. This is just what they wanted! To see decent people begging G-d not to punish the innocent along with the guilty. And the thought of their smirking satisfaction did something to me and I have not yet recovered and maybe I never will. And on top of all that, the realization that many "good chrstian" FReepers here would think it was just as funny because whoever left that message was a simpleton who didn't realize that Genesis is mythology when the truth is that they aren't worthy to carry the dirty sock of someone like this. (Free Republic 2013)
One of the barometric indicators of how low this world has sunk is that "celebrities" are "powerful" and have the responsibility to "change the world" (another is the idea that politicians can solve any problem in existence by passing a law against it).
Historically, entertainers' traditional place was the very bottom of society, which is where they belong. (Free Republic 2013)
I have no desire to convert others to my religious beliefs. Jews don’t do that sort of thing.
Ahem . . . Jews are not conventionally proselytary. They do not have a mission to make Jews of all mankind. They do, however, have a mission to "compel" the nations of the earth to accept the Noachide Laws. This mission was largely forgotten for most of the past two millennia for the simple reason that if any Jew had caused a chrstian to defect, whole Jewish communities would have been exterminated.
Rabbi Sacks' unfortunate attitude about the validity of all religions has been the cause of opposition within the Torah world.
His dismissal of the Torah's account of the origin of the rainbow, the symbol of Noachism, is most disappointing. While there are Orthodox Jews (including among Charedim) who accept evolution, Orthodox Jews, almost unbrokenly, tend to accept the historical nature of everything recorded in the Torah after the conclusion of creation: Cain and Abel, the Flood, the Tower of Babel, and the 26 generations that span the historical distance between Adam and Moses. Even Rabbi Sacks in the source cited above invokes the covenant with Noach as a historical reality (though unfortunately he seems to be among those who believe that non-Jewish religions are legitimate partners in the Noachide covenant). Disappointing. (Free Republic 2013)
You Europeans don't understand the concept of objective religious truth; all you know is "blood and soil" and the ancestral "gxds." We Americans are much more Biblically oriented (though we have our own "blood and soilers" as well), which is why we are pro-Jewish and pro-Israel. This represents the Objective G-d rather than the local and subjective "gxds" of the ancestors. To many Europeans the Bible means nothing and the Jews are merely enemies who are blamed for everything bad that has ever happened.
Kosher slaughter is a commandment of G-d A-mighty, the Creator of Heaven and Earth. But I'm sure that not only is this of no interest to you, the very concept is probably one you can't wrap your mind around. (Free Republic 2013)
The ADL will probably editorialize against Mashiach for "mixing religion with politics."
Ironically, Judaism is actually a Theocratic religion. It is so Theocratic that there is no word for "religion" as a separate aspect of life. Jewish law regulates everything in life. To present the position of Voltaire as though it were the immemorial Jewish position is disgusting.
BTW -- since the ADL opposes civil law based on religion, I suppose they are also opposed to laws against murder? Can't have those Theocratic laws burdening "free men," now, can we? (Free Republic 2013)
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2017.09.27 01:30 WilliamMoreland3 My view on why ROH cant get to the next level. **Contains TV Spoilers**

I really want ROH to break through in the US. But after another disappoint PPV and TV taping, Ive decided to write out what I am feeling.
I figured it would be easy to look at this past weekends Death Before Dishonor PPV and TV, put together a path from what the PPV was telling us and how it plays out to TV.
PPV Results
Number One Contender’s Match The Kingdom (Matt Taven, Vinny Marseglia & TK O’Ryan) vs. Bully Ray & The Briscoes Winners: The Briscoes & Bully Ray
Projection: Kingdom is dead. They cant buy wins, won the six man titles and even with TK’s injury, they are still a joke.
Bubba makes himself the focus of an angle as they do the Briscoe’s heel turn 2 years too late.
Chuck Taylor vs. Marty Scurll Winner: Marty Scurll
Projection: Marty never got a rematch for the TV title, should logically get a rematch coming out of this.
Chuck is supposed to be a tag team wrestler here, so losing doesn’t really hurt him. A chance to establish him as a singles threat was missed.
Las Vegas Street Fight: Jay White vs. Punishment Martinez Winner: Punishment Martinez
Projection: Punishment gets his first big win in ROH, on PPV. His push has been up and down, booked inconsistently, but now he should get on track. He has 7 singles wins and 10 singles loses in ROH in 2017. Its time to shit or get off the pot with him.
Jay White needs to buy a ticket back to Japan asap. ROH booking dropped the ball big time on one of the better prospects they’ve had historically. White has the look, talent and ability to be a main event talent in ROH. He had a half ass “feud” with Jay Briscoe and a feud with Punishment Martinez. Imn sure he is begging Gedo to bring him back to Japan.
ROH World Six Man Tag Team Championship Match Bully Ray & The Briscoes vs. The Hung Bucks ( Matt,Nick Jackson, and Hangman Page) Winners: The Hung Bucks
Projection: Bucks do what they want, end of story. ROH doesn’t bother to explain their angles from “Being The Elite” but use them for PPV. Yet another example of how ROH cant use something simple to their advantage in hopes of appealing to a mass audience.
Last Man Standing Match: Jay Lethal vs. Silas Young Winner: Silas Young
Projection: Silas should be ready to challenge seriously for a title. He came out stronger from a program with Bobby Fish, now he beats Lethal. He should get a serious push to a championship.
Lethal is Lethal. He is one of the best today, but has done everything he can in ROH and his only use now is for him to put over others who need it. Maybe putting him in a program with Punishment Martinez will help get Martinez ready for a main event position.
ROH World Tag Team Championship Match The Young Bucks (Matt & Nick Johnson) (c) vs. Motor City Machine Guns ( Chris Sabin & Alex Shelley) Winners: The Motor City Machine Guns
Projections: Other than moves, no one really talks about MCMG. They aren’t personalities who can sell tickets. Involving Daniels & Kazarian felt like more of the same booking. ROH just blew off a 3 way program last September with the Young Bucks & MCMG in a Ladder War. MCMG need a fresh direction.
The Bucks deliver a great match, which is expected every time out. They should focus on really making the 6 man titles mean something. No real contenders for the 6 man title are visible, as ROH doesn’t use it in a serious manner. They could change it
ROH World Championship Cody vs. Minoru Suzuki Winner: Cody
Logic Gap: Minoru Suzuki comes in, having never wrestled in ROH and gets a title shot? Who did he beat to get a World Title shot?
Projection: Cody gets a win in another ok match, Dalton Castle should be on the horizon and a fun fresh direction
Suzuki will be back in October, maybe Suzuki choking out Hangman page in a vignette will set up Hung Bucks vs Suzuki Gun 6 man title match for the big Chicago show.
Lets see the TV direction!!!!
Show one --
Logic gap: Silas put in all this work to get a big win over Jay Lethal, to AGAIN chase the ROH 6 man titles? Silas just defeated the most decorated champion in ROH history, wouldn’t he want an ROH World title shot or at the very least, an ROH TV Title shot? Silas, BCB & Minoru have never teamed, but they deserve a title shot?
This is one example of how ROH cannot capitalize on momentum. Suzuki teaming with anyone outside of Suzuki Gun shows a lack of NJPW product knowledge and lack of forward thinking to how these TV shows can help carry business to the October house shows with Suzuki Gun featured.
No one will be talking about Silas, BCB & Minoru Suzuki as a team, nor does it make sense for them to be together, no will anyone go out of their way to watch that on TV. Major missed opportunity here.
Idea to keep momentum: What if Silas wanted Suzuki as a partner? Suzuki says no and Silas got offended. Silas challenges Suzuki and Silas gets a win on TV over Suzuki in a holy shit moment.
ROH World Television Champion Kenny King defeated Josh Woods to retain his title
After the match, King said that it was important to win the TV title in front of family. He's a fighting champion and will defend the title in every city. That led to Shane Taylor, Chuck Taylor, Punishment Martinez, and Mark Briscoe coming out separately. King would try to address them as they came out, but another guy would enter before he could.
King said he would wrestle any of them, noting that "this is my golden throne, and if you want some of this you'll have to bend the knee."
Logic gap: Why didn’t KUSHIDA get a rematch? Why didn’t Marty Scurll get a title match? He still hasn’t received a singles rematch from his loss to Kushida back in May.
Suggestion: Maybe you have Scurll challenge Kenny for the title. Kenny is about to beat Marty and Cody shows up to help, Kushida charges out for the save. Kushida and Kenny shake hands.
Kushida co-signs Kenny as a babyface, Kenny & Marty can go into a program and post promo, Cody will challenge Kushida to a match later in the taping.
KUSHIDA and Scorpio Sky went to a no contest
KUSHIDA was over huge. After some early back and forth, Christopher Daniels came out with an air horn and Frankie Kazarian low blowed KUSHIDA from behind. The Addiction beat down both until Jay Lethal made the save.
Lethal told The Addiction that if they have a problem with ROH, they have a problem with him. He won't stand by while the company is disrespected. He called ROH the best company in the world and said he's not like guys who think the grass is greener elsewhere. He then challenged The Addiction to a tag match against him and KUSHIDA.
Logic Gap: Why would the Addiction attack Kushida? They interfered in the tag title match night before, indicating they are obsessed with the ROH Tag Titles. Attacking doesn’t bring them closer to a Tag Title match, attacking him doesn’t affect MCMG. Suggestion: Jay Lethal wrestles Scorpio Sky, goes over clean. Gives Lethal a win coming off a pretty big loss. Maybe have Lethal question himself, he is hurting after a brutal PPV match, he barely squeaks by Sky who he would beat easily otherwise.
Matt Jackson started the promo off, asking the crowd if they're here to see ROH or a taping of Being the Elite. Cody announced that he's signing the "most lucrative contract in ROH history" before then signing it. Cody said he'll defend the title tonight while he's in a suit. He made people think Dalton Castle would be his opponent, but they soon realized it would be Cheeseburger.
Logic Gap on promo: If Cody was a heel and used the most lucrative contract line to develop heat with other long term baby faces who aren’t getting paid that well like Jay Briscoe, Mark Briscoe, Jay Lethal etc, then it would make sense. But that isn’t the case. It feels like this was done for ROH to pat themselves on the back and for more Being The Elite content (Since BTE has already aired the promo, weeks before ROH will).
Cheeseburger got a good pop as Cody introduced him as his opponent. The story of the match was Cody being cocky and almost losing, but he won by submission with the American Nightmare leg lock (an inverted figure four). He tried to get Cheeseburger to kiss his ring after, but Cheeseburger went for a handshake instead and Cody slapped him.
Taylor gave Cody his ring after the match, then Taylor carried Cheeseburger to the back.
Logic Gap: In what universe does Cheeseburger deserve an ROH Title shot? I guess in the case of being the bookers friend and head trainer of the ROH dojo.
Cheeseburger is 1-7 in 2017 in singles matches, but he is challenging for the ROH World title? How? Again I ask, what are the requirements for someone to get a title shot in ROH? It certainly isn’t winning matches and beating credible contenders.
Suggestion: Let Cheeseburger be a special appearance guy. His last appearance on TV was losing to Will Ferrara. Keep him in the ROH Dojo and have him make occasional appearances almost as a mascot.
Having Cody in a non-title match set up earlier with KUSHIDA, KUSHIDA vs Cody would have been much more appealing here, much more buzzworthy. It would have been a first time one on one match. Instead you waste your highest paid attraction against a guy 1/2 the size of most fans.
The crowd loved some of the big spots towards the end, but the finish came when Chris Sabin was rolled up by Matt Taven after being distracted and being hit with The Kingdom's staff.
Logic Gap: New World Tag Team Champions come out of the PPV and lose their first match. Kingdom pins MCMG, ROH’s predictable way of building contenders without building contenders.
Show two --
Logic Gap: None if this is used to build towards something. Marty should be chasing the TV Championship
Ferrara and Titus entered with outfits similar to the main characters from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. They did a solid impression of the characters while walking around.
The match was good and fast-paced. Ferrara and Titus won when Titus lifted Sho Tanaka into vertical suplex position and Ferrara came off the top as Titus brought Sho down in a face crusher.
Logic Gap: None really, Ferrara & Titus should be called The “New” Ring Crew Express, as they drive cross country with the ring truck.
Tanaka & Komatsu are in the same boat as Jay White, another missed opportunity for young boys sent to the US by NJPW and Delirious chose not to use them consistently.
Logic Gap: Punishment Martinez the night before knocked off Jay White on PPV, he has a losing record for 2017(7 wins -10 loses in singles), Shane Taylor has never had a singles TV match and his overall record for 2017 in singles matches is 1 win 6 losses. Chuckie T is 0-1 in singles matches in ROH (Losing to Marty Scurll the night before), Mark Briscoe is 2-0 in singles in 2017 but just lost the 6 man tag titles the night before, shouldn’t he be focused on getting those back? Of course guys with these records should want a title shot, but do they deserve one?
Again I ask what are the requirements for someone to get a title shot in ROH?
Women of Honor -- - Kelly Klein defeated Stella Grey Klein won with a guillotine.
Logic Gap: These matches seem to just be place holders & content. They never build to anything, no angles on TV, no title tournament, no angles, no character development. So why bother if you have no intention of moving forward?
Show three -- - Jonathan Gresham defeated TK O'Ryan by DQ
Cody came out to do commentary for this. The Kingdom had conspiracy signs during their entrance, and Motor City Machine Guns came out to stop them from attacking Gresham during the match. MCMG and The Kingdom were in the ring until MCMG were thrown out by the ref. He threw The Kingdom out after when they started celebrating, but they argued their ejection and never left. Gresham used a series of pin attempts and appeared to have the match won, but Vinny Marseglia pulled the ref out before three. The Kingdom eventually beat down Gresham for the DQ, causing MCMG to come back out and chase them off.
Logic Gap: None, at least the booking is trying to get the Kingdom over. But why against the Champions? Attacking them gets you a tag title shot? The Kingdoms last tag team win was in May of 2017 vs The Boys. Since then, they have lost pretty consistently. But this is how ROH builds title contenders.
Cody asked Sky to kiss the ring. He did it, but then went for a schoolboy when Cody turned to celebrate. Sky ran wild early, but Cody was able to get the advantage. He used the Yes Lock at one point, leading the crowd in "Yes" chants. Cody reacted to a "Stardust" chant from a fan and eventually gave them the middle finger.
Sky hit a German suplex into corner, but Cody pulled the referee in between them and then raked Sky's eyes after pushing the ref away. He then locked in the American Nightmare to retain.
Logic Gap: Another guy given a title shot without earning it. Can anyone receive a title shot? Why do they have a championship committee if anyone can challenge and the champion can give it to anyone?
Near the end, Kazarian hit his finisher on KUSHIDA, with Lethal then hitting the Lethal Injection on Kazarian. Daniels hit the Fallen Angel on Lethal, but KUSHIDA was able to use a reversal into the hoverboard lock to tap out Daniels. Great finishing sequence.
Logic gap: Your heel fulltime tag team that attacked the tag team champions on PPV, loses to a makeshift team that just came together? Why?
Show four --
They had a great match with a million spots. It ended when Page hit the Rite of Passage on Bruiser to retain. That came after they had Young in a Meltzer Driver position, with Page hitting the shooting star from the apron to finish it.
Suzuki, Young, and Bruiser yelled at each other after. Suzuki decked Bruiser before the ring crew came out, then he beat the ring crew up and got on the mic to tell the crowd that he would be back. That got a huge pop.
Logic Gap: See opening promo notes.
Closing notes:
Minoru Suzuki comes in, loses clean night one, on the losing side of night 2. Do you really want to see him again? Does ROH have anyone who you’d consider a “Dream Match” for Suzuki?
Silas Young comes out of a PPV with his biggest win and loses in an unearned, meaningless six man title match.
Motor City Machine Guns finally win the ROH World Tag Titles and their next match is a TV loss in a 6 man match. Cody has no contenders built up. Jay Lethal just lost. Jay Briscoe lost his smile. Dalton Castle is nowhere to be seen and not referenced.
Bubba is milking a fake retirement angle using the topical CTE stuff, involving HOH’s Tommy Dreamer. This is just so dreamer can help push the HOH brand on TV which was shot down as a potential partnership by Joe Koff. So Koff got worked. At least Dreamer will cut some of those overdone sappy “Please don’t give up promos”
Marty Scurll is in no better position. He is no higher on the card than he was, but heres hoping that the Bucks book him better in BTE so ROH can run those angles without explaining them.
Punishment Martinez, Shane Taylor, Chuckie T are just moveable pieces with no real position of strength.
Mark Briscoe is just a putz who is Jay Briscoe’s little brother. He is one of the best athletes on the roster, one of the most intelligent and yet he is just used as the little brother.
Jay Lethal, Daniels & Kazarian are all stuck in the mud. They are all great talents who need a fresh coat of paint. Unfortunately ROH doesn’t have the paint brushes to do that.
KUSHIDA, Jay White & The Tempura Boyz are all lucky they have the option to go back to Japan.
Other than Kenny Omega coming next month, what buzz does ROH have? What momentum? I see none, this is a company slowly ticking backwards.
ROH is not big on continuity. They do not build up contenders. Guys win “Proving Ground” matches or pin champions in tags. There is minimal to no character build, nothing compels me to attach to any specific character.
There is no continuity. The ROH booking team could learn from Being The Elite. As corny as it is, at least they build to something, layer it and give you a payoff. ROH seems to be living off of ROH bringing in New Japan Stars.
I’d love an open discussion with an opposing view.
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2017.06.16 13:04 feedreddit N.Y. DAILY NEWS: Trump’s new NY HUD director planned Eric Trump’s wedding, has no housing experience -- DEMS drub GOP at baseball game -- A RECORD 24,959 tickets sold -- PENCE hires McGuireWoods’ Cullen -- B’DAY: Bres

N.Y. DAILY NEWS: Trump’s new NY HUD director planned Eric Trump’s wedding, has no housing experience -- DEMS drub GOP at baseball game -- A RECORD 24,959 tickets sold -- PENCE hires McGuireWoods’ Cullen -- B’DAY: Bres
by [email protected] (Daniel Lippman) via POLITICO - TOP Stories
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Good Friday morning. THE NEW YORK DAILY NEWS: “President Trump chooses inexperienced woman who planned his son Eric’s wedding to run N.Y. federal housing programs,” by Greg Smith: “She’s arranged tournaments at Trump golf courses, served as the liaison to the Trump family during his presidential campaign, and even arranged Eric Trump’s wedding. Now President Trump has appointed longtime loyalist Lynne Patton -- who has zero housing experience and claims a law degree the school says she never earned -- to run the office that oversees federal housing programs in New York.
“Patton was appointed Wednesday to head up the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development’s Region II, which includes New York and New Jersey, where she’ll oversee distribution of billions of taxpayer dollars. Patton’s tight relationship with the Trump clan dates back to 2009, when she began serving as the family’s ‘event planner.’ … She also claims on her LinkedIn page to have obtained a juris doctorate degree in 2000 from Quinnipiac University School of Law in Connecticut. Next to the J.D. notation is written (N/A) without explanation. On Thursday school registrar Jim Benson said Patton attended for two semesters but did not graduate. She also listed Yale University but HUD officials couldn’t explain why that was there. Patton, who begins her Region II job July 5, did not return calls seeking comment.
“As head of the biggest HUD regional office in the U.S., Patton will oversee distribution of billions in cash to public housing authorities -- including NYCHA -- as well as tens of thousands of rental vouchers and block grants that fund housing inspections and senior citizen programs.” http://nydn.us/2sikxU8
-- N.Y. DAILY NEWS COVER: “She planned Eric Trump’s nups & falsely touts law degree. Now Prez has decided new housing boss in N.Y. is ... THE WEDDING SCAMMER” http://nydn.us/2turnp6
-- LYNNE’S LinkedIn page says she has the following specialties: “Public Engagement, Community Outreach & Revitalization, Strategic Networking, High-Net Worth Fundraising, Client Ambassador, Celebrity Talent Acquisition, Event Planning, Promotions, Social Media Strategy, Philanthropic Auctions & Tournaments, Public & Media Relations.” http://bit.ly/2ryfdiE
THE U.S. is sending 4,000 more troops to Afghanistan, per the AP. http://apne.ws/2s88SsE Donald Trump ran for president saying he’d end foreign entanglements. PRESIDENT TRUMP is going to Miami today to announce changes to the U.S. policy toward Cuba.
FLASH -- AP at 5:09 a.m.: “Russia claims it has killed IS leader al-Baghdadi,” by Bassem Mroue in Beirut and Vladimir Isachenkov in Moscow: “The Russian Defense Ministry said Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi was killed in a Russian strike in late May along with other senior group commanders. There had been previous reports of al-Baghdadi being killed but they did not turn out to be true. The IS leader last released an audio on Nov. 3, urging his followers to keep up the fight for Mosul as they defend the city against a major offensive that began weeks earlier. The spokesman for the U.S.-led anti-IS coalition said in a statement Friday he could not confirm the Russian claim.” http://apne.ws/2rCXIJ5
THE CONGRESSIONAL BASEBALL SCORE -- 11-2, DEMOCRATS WIN.
RACHAEL BADE and KYLE CHENEY bring us the scene from the Congressional Baseball Game at Nationals Park: “Rodney Davis stood in the shadow of the Nationals Park scoreboard and wiped away a tear. Just a day earlier, the Republican congressman from Illinois — and catcher for the Republican congressional baseball team -- watched his colleague Steve Scalise, the House majority whip, get shot on a practice baseball field in Virginia, while other lawmakers and aides scrambled for cover. …
“‘This is what our country needs after such a tragic act,’ said Davis, his arm still scabbed and scraped from diving away from the gunman’s bullets on Wednesday….Florida Democrat Charlie Crist was spotted walking around in a suit, a young staffer trailing him carrying his suit jacket.” http://politi.co/2ttQWGH
-- COLD WATER ALERT. This is a kumbaya moment -- and we’d emphasize moment. It is, of course, impossible to predict the future. Remember: a gunman shot then-Arizona Rep. Gabby Giffords in the head. Nothing changed. We’re skeptical much will change this time. Speaker Paul Ryan told Jake Tapper on CNN that “we can have different ideas without being vitriolic.” Yes, they can. But there is no evidence to show they will. We hope we’re wrong.
TAPPER had a joint interview with Ryan and Nancy Pelosi, and Anderson Cooper had Mitch McConnell and Chuck Schumer. A good night for CNN.
-- COOPER got this gem of an interaction. Classic line from McConnell when asked about Trump calling the investigation a witch hunt: COOPER: "President Trump made a statement last night with Congressman Scalise. It was getting bipartisan praise for his tone. Today tweeting about -- calling this a witch hunt against him, just talking about the people leading it being disturbed, I think was his term, or conflicted. Is that appropriate? MCCONNELL: "I typically don't comment on the president's tweeting habits." COOPER: "Do you think it is a witch hunt?" MCCONNELL: "I don't have any observations about that. We had here an example of a horrendous event that we all condemn, and we're here together tonight to make the point to the American people that there's a whole lot of cooperation in the Congress, even though it may not be covered, on a daily basis."
THE WHITE HOUSE SHOWED UP! -- “At congressional baseball game, newfound unity has its limits,” by Yahoo’s Hunter Walker: “As she talked to Yahoo News, [Kellyanne] Conway spotted top White House adviser Gary Cohn, who was in a dark suit. She called Cohn over. ‘Look how Gary Cohn dresses for a baseball game. He dresses like Gary Cohn! Gary come here!’ Conway beckoned. ‘He came out of the womb looking like that,’ quipped Mulvaney as Cohn strolled over. ‘This is New York chic,’ said Cohn, a former Goldman Sachs banker. As Cohn posed for photos with Conway, Mulvaney reached over and put an LSU hat on his head. Cohn couldn’t see the cap. ‘Does it make me a hillbilly?’ Cohn asked. ‘We couldn’t make you a hillbilly if we tried,’ Mulvaney said.” https://yhoo.it/2ttWtNu
NYT NATIONAL BASEBALL WRITER TYLER KEPNER on the game. Good nugget: “A record 24,959 tickets were sold for the charity exhibition -- a higher attendance than Thursday’s major league games in Chicago, Cleveland, Detroit, Minnesota and Oakland.” http://nyti.ms/2rmUQAK
CLICKERS -- “Prayers and pitches: Scenes from the congressional baseball game” -- 33 pixhttp://politi.co/2rCV4Tz … 27 PHOTOS by the Washington Post http://wapo.st/2rCXhhC
SPOTTED at the Anheuser-Busch and Buffalo Wild Wings game watch party in the PNC Diamond Club: Sean and Rebecca Spicer, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Labor Secretary Alexander Acosta, Sen. John Boozman (R-Ark.), Reps. Bill Shuster (R-Pa.), Lacy Clay (D-Mo.), Ted Yoho (R-Fla.), Dave Joyce (R-Ohio), Darrell Issa (R-Calif.), Ann Wagner (R-Mo.), Barbara Comstock (R-Va.), Debbie Wasserman Schultz (D-Fla.), John Delaney (R-Md.), Virginia Foxx (R-N.C.) and Eliot Engel (D-N.Y.), Carl Hulse, Cate Martel, Naomi Jagoda, Allison Brennan, Roland Foster, Kate Pointer.
-- Photo of Tyson’s lobbyist Matt Mika’s friends and colleagues http://bit.ly/2t9fXI4
THE LATEST ON SCALISE -- RACHAEL BADE: “House Majority Whip Steve Scalise, the Louisiana Republican shot during a congressional baseball practice Wednesday, is doing better but remains in critical condition and will be hospitalized for an extended period of time, according to a statement from his doctors. MedStar Washington Hospital Center said in a statement Thursday evening that Scalise underwent another surgery ‘related to his internal injuries and a broken bone in his leg.’ ‘He remains in critical condition, but has improved in the last 24 hours,’ the statement said. ‘The Congressman will require additional operations, and will be in the hospital for some time. At the request of the family, we will continue to provide periodic updates.’” Bade on the emotional times on the Hillhttp://politi.co/2swDk15
-- KEY LINE HERE: Scalise will be hospitalized for an “extended period of time.” This will be a long recovery.
THE NEXT FRONTIER -- “Rattled by shooting, lawmakers want more personal protection,” by Seung Min Kim and Rachael Bade: “Lawmakers are debating a range of heightened security measures following Wednesday’s shooting that critically injured House Majority Whip Steve Scalise, with a growing number of Republicans even seeking to carry their own guns into the Capitol for personal safety. Rattled by the mass shooting by a gunman with an apparent political agenda, lawmakers are struggling with how to balance ensuring security for members of Congress while keeping themselves accessible to voters.
“The gamut of options includes new rules ramping up the law enforcement presence at big group events with lawmakers, equipping Capitol Police with more advanced weapons, and allowing individual members to spend taxpayer or campaign dollars on personal security measures. And several GOP lawmakers want the green light to bring their personal firearms onto Capitol grounds, a move that immediately alarmed Democrats who favor tougher gun restrictions.” http://politi.co/2ry7KQy
-- MANY LAWMAKERS have mused about each getting their own Capitol Police officer. But that would be a hugely pricey government expense.
ON THE ALLEGED GUNMAN -- “Scalise Gunman Dodged 2006 Charge That Would Bar Gun Purchases,” by Bloomberg’s Ari Natter: “James Hodgkinson, 66, was arrested after a 2006 incident in which he was accused of beating his foster daughter, according to court records. The case crumbled after the victim decided not to testify ... Under federal law, someone found guilty of domestic battery of a family member can be barred from legally owning a firearm.” https://bloom.bg/2ttKeR1
WAPO’S ASHLEY PARKER, the pride of Montgomery County, scooped that Vice President Mike Pence has hired Richard Cullen, the chairman of McGuireWoods, to represent him. http://wapo.st/2s7VoNEMATT NUSSBAUM reminds us that McGuireWoods also once employed Jim Comey! And the firm also currently represents former Rep. Aaron Schock, who is facing 24 counts of criminal charges related to alleged crimes during his time in office.
SCOOP -- “Trump transition officials ordered to save Russia documents,” by Josh Dawsey: “Aides and volunteers on Donald Trump’s presidential transition were instructed Thursday to save any records related to ‘several pending investigations into potential attempts by Russia interests to influence the 2016 election,’ according to a memo provided to POLITICO. In the memo from a transition lawyer, campaign officials were told to preserve all documents related to the Russian Federation, Ukraine and a number of campaign advisers and officials, including former campaign manager Paul Manafort, advisers Carter Page, Rick Gates and Roger Stone, and former national security adviser Gen. Michael Flynn.” http://politi.co/2sFQA36
-- GOLDEN BOY ALERT: “Special counsel is investigating Jared Kushner’s business dealings,” by WaPo’s Sari Horowitz, Matt Zapotosky and Adam Entous: “FBI agents and federal prosecutors have also been examining the financial dealings of other Trump associates, including former national security adviser Michael Flynn, former campaign chairman Paul Manafort and Carter Page, who was listed as a foreign-policy adviser for the campaign.” http://wapo.st/2shPVCa
THE PUSHBACK --“Rosenstein prods media for ‘anonymous allegations’ on Russia probe,” by Darren Samuelsohn: “A top Trump Justice Department official issued an unusual, vague statement Thursday night, casting doubt on a series of recent media reports detailing Special Counsel Robert Mueller's growing probe into the Trump campaign for potential collusion with Russia in the 2016 campaign. Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein appeared to be taking issue with recent Washington Post and New York Times stories that President Donald Trump himself is now the subject of an obstruction of justice probe, as well as a separate new report from the Post that Mueller is looking into White House senior adviser and Trump son-in-law Jared Kushner’s finances. ...
"’Americans should exercise caution before accepting as true any stories attributed to anonymous ‘officials,’ particularly when they do not identify the country - let alone the branch or agency of government - with which the alleged sources supposedly are affiliated,’ Rosenstein said. ‘Americans should be skeptical about anonymous allegations. The Department of Justice has a long-established policy to neither confirm nor deny such allegations.’
“Rosenstein’s statement caught many in Washington off guard, in part because it was so generic and didn't actually specify which news reports it was addressing. It’s also notable because of who issued it: With Attorney General Jeff Sessions recused from all things related to the Russia probe, Rosenstein as the No. 2 DOJ official has the reins over the Mueller probe. He’ll get Mueller’s budget and he also has the power to block major investigative steps -- with the caveat he must report to Congress if that happens.” http://politi.co/2ttUBEo
[email protected]: “The Washington Post has updated the Kushner story to reflect the officials cited are indeed U.S. officials.”
JOSH DAWSEY, “White House aides fret over Trump’s Russia probe obsession”: “The greatest threat to Trump and his presidency, say administration officials and outside advisers, comes from his own conduct and obsessive behavior after he took office. While congressional and FBI investigations may prove Trump or his team broke laws before he took office, his advisers say they’re more worried that the things he’s done since the inauguration may have left him exposed to obstruction of justice or other charges. Trump, for months, has bristled almost daily about the ongoing probes. He has sometimes, without prompting, injected. ‘I’m not under investigation’ into conversations with associates and allies. He has watched hours of TV coverage every day -- sometimes even storing morning news shows on his TiVo to watch in the evening -- and complained nonstop.” http://politi.co/2sFWm4N
THE COUNSEL -- “Mueller, Known for Being Above the Fray, Is Now in the Thick of It,” by NYT’s Scott Shane and Charlie Savage: “Veterans of past Washington battles on the borders of law and politics said that the president’s pushback was to be expected, but that its ferocity and timing were unusual. Just one month into the job, Mr. Mueller has not yet finished hiring staff members or installing a computer network -- deliberately segregated from the main Justice Department -- in the Patrick Henry Building in downtown Washington.
“‘It’s early in the game to begin to impugn the prosecutors,’ said Philip Allen Lacovara, a Watergate prosecutor and a Republican. ‘It’s a pre-emptive nuclear strike. If you’re afraid of what the prosecutors are going to find out, you try to debunk anything they might come up with in advance by attacking them.’” http://nyti.ms/2shLOX2
JUST POSTED -- POLITICO MAGAZINE'S TIM ALBERTA: "Man on a Wire: Mike Pence’s Tightrope Act... He might be the most consequential vice president ever. He could well be the next commander in chief. And the one person in America he can’t have thinking about that is his boss." http://politi.co/2tunArX
SHOCKING! -- “Senate likely to miss its Obamacare repeal deadline,” by Jen Haberkorn: “Senate Republicans are getting dangerously close to missing their deadline to hold a Senate health care vote by month’s end, potentially derailing fulfillment of their seven-year-old campaign promise to repeal Obamacare. The Senate left Washington on Thursday with a seemingly insurmountable health care to-do list: When they return on Monday, Republicans will have just two weeks before the Fourth of July recess to overcome the remaining big divides on policy – including what year to roll back Medicaid expansion and how deeply to cut the program that covers health care for low-income people. They also must settle on how to bring down health insurance premiums and when to cut the taxes that paid for Obamacare -- not to mention the vexing issue of whether to defund Planned Parenthood.” http://politi.co/2rDiWGu
ALEX ISENSTADT, “GOP sirens blaze over Georgia special election”: “The GOP is bracing for the prospect of a loss in Tuesday’s Georgia’s special election that could have far-reaching implications for President Donald Trump and his party’s fortunes in 2018. As grim confidential polling data circulates among GOP strategists, interviews with nearly two dozen Republican operatives and officials reveal that they are preparing for the possibility of an unnerving defeat that could spur lawmakers to distance themselves from Trump and his already-troubled legislative agenda, and potentially encourage a wave of retirements. ...
“While Republicans privately lampoon Ossoff’s campaign skills -- deriding him as an inexperienced, talking-point driven candidate -- they acknowledge his cash advantage has made him a lethal opponent. ‘We’re going to find out if a monkey banging cymbals together spending $25 million can get elected,’ the NRCC’s executive director John Rogers told a group of Capitol Hill chiefs of staff this week, said one person present for the meeting. His meaning was clear to those in attendance: Ossoff might seem like a mechanical candidate, but he had to be taken seriously.” http://politi.co/2rxCDoc
SORRY MEGYN! Alex Jones says he will release a tape of his entire day with Megyn Kelly tonight. http://bit.ly/2swg9mM Her interview is slated to run Sunday.
-- PAGE SIX: “Megyn Kelly interview completely overhauled after backlash”http://pge.sx/2ry1R5Q
FASCINATING LOOK BEHIND THE SCENES -- “At Last, Jeff Bezos Offers a Hint of His Philanthropic Plans,” by NYT’s Robert Frank: Jeff Bezos, the founder and chief executive of Amazon, is well on his way to becoming the richest person in the world, with a net worth of more than $80 billion. What’s less certain is what he plans to do with his fortune, and how he could reinvent philanthropy.
“On Thursday, after questions from The New York Times about the level of his giving, Mr. Bezos posted on Twitter a ‘request for ideas’ for philanthropy. ‘I’m thinking about a philanthropy strategy that is the opposite of how I mostly spend my time -- working on the long term,’ he wrote. ‘For philanthropy, I find I’m drawn to the other end of the spectrum: the right now.’” http://nyti.ms/2rncunL
TRUMP INC. -- “With shift on Cuba, Trump could undercut his company’s hotel-industry rivals,” by WaPo’s Drew Harwell and Jonathan O'Connell: “[A]s the owner of a real estate company with a big stake in hotels and resorts, Trump brings an added element to an issue that is unique to his presidency — the ability, through his official actions, to undermine a growth area for his industry rivals who have raced in recent years to establish a foothold in a lucrative new market. Starwood Hotels and Resorts, which merged with Marriott International to form the world’s largest hotel chain, last year debuted the first Cuban hotel managed by a U.S. company in nearly 60 years, taking advantage of President Barack Obama’s 2014 move to normalize relations with Cuba and lighten regulations enforcing the U.S. embargo on the island.” http://wapo.st/2sFYZUg
K-STREET FILES -- “Sudan Ramps Up Washington Lobbying as Sanctions Deadline Looms,” by Bloomberg’s Jen Jacobs and Nick Wadhams: “Sudan is on the cusp of ending its long status as a pariah in Washington, and the African nation is bolstering its stable of lobbyists to ensure that it happens soon. The government of President Umar al-Bashir -- which is listed by the U.S. as a state sponsor of terrorism -- has hired Washington law firm Squire Patton Boggs LLP at a cost of $40,000 a month to lobby on its behalf as part of its accelerating campaign to ensure that President Donald Trump permanently lifts sanctions against the country ahead of a deadline next month, according to a filing with the Justice Department.” https://bloom.bg/2t8WIhP
BREAKING LATE LAST NIGHT -- “Trump won’t alter status of current Dreamers,” by Josh Gerstein: “President Donald Trump’s administration has issued its most explicit promise to date that so-called Dreamers can keep their permission to work legally in the U.S. ‘No work permits will be terminated prior to their current expiration dates,’ the Department of Homeland Security said in guidance posted on its website Thursday night. Homeland Security Secretary John Kelly has said recently that the administration is not seeking to deport those who received quasi-legal status under a policy President Barack Obama adopted in 2012. However, the new statement from DHS seems to be a forward-looking promise not to take action against those in the program known as Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals or DACA, an initiative for undocumented immigrants who entered the country as children.” http://politi.co/2shGwLc
LISTEN IN -- The Pollsters -- Kristen Soltis Anderson and Margie Omero -- had Anna on their podcast to talk all things Playbook. The bipartisan duo is @thepollsters on Twitter and Facebook. Listen and subscribehttp://apple.co/2jJaEKU
HOW A STREET IN BROOKLYN IS CHANGING THE ENERGY GRID: The shared economy is flourishing, with companies like Airbnb and Lyft capitalizing on the growing popularity of shared services. Can their success be replicated in the energy industry? In the latest installment of POLITICO Magazine’s “What Works” series, we look at Brooklyn-based LO3 that devised a micro grid system that uses a phone app and smart meters to enable neighbors with solar panels to strike deals amongst themselves on the amount of electricity they buy from each other and at what price. We also look at the revitalization of Tampa, Florida – a broken down deep water port revitalized after 40 years of public and private investment. Read more on Tampa’s revitalizationhttp://politi.co/2tsAvuq … about Brooklyn’s energy gridhttp://politi.co/2rwOymb … Photo galleryhttp://politi.co/2szxlsj
SUNDAY SO FAR – “Fox News Sunday”: Sen. Amy Klobuchar (D-Minn.) ... Rep. Rodney Davis (R-Ill.) ... Jay Sekulow ... Robert Scheer. Panel: Brit Hume, Julie Pace, Lisa Boothe, Juan Williams
-- CBS’ “Face the Nation”: Sen. Marco Rubio (R-Fla.) ... Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-VT). Political panel: Ramesh Ponnuru, Phil Rucker, Nancy Cordes, and Jamelle Bouie
-- NBC’s “Meet the Press”: panel: David Brooks, Danielle Pletka, Amy Walters and Eugene Robinson
-- CNN’s “State of the Union”: Sen. Marco Rubio (R-Fla.) ... Jay Sekulow ... Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-VT)
-- CNN’s “Inside Politics”: Karoun Demirjian, Abby Phillip, Jeff Zeleny, Phil Mattingly
SPOTTED: Georgetown coach and NBA legend Patrick Ewing stopping by Wolf Blitzer’s table at Cafe Milano last night to pay his respects ... Carly Fiorina at the American/JetBlue terminal at DCA yesterday.
OUT AND ABOUT --- POOL REPORT: “President Donald J. Trump and First Lady Melania Trump attended the official investiture ceremony for Justice Neil Gorsuch Thursday afternoon at the Supreme Court. After the other eight justices took their seats on the dais, Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein presented the Justice’s commission, which was read by the court’s clerk. Chief Justice Roberts then administered the judicial oath to Justice Gorsuch. The courtroom was filled with friends and family of the Justice, as well as his devoted clerks Mike Davis, Jameel Jaffer, Janie Nitze, Matt Owen, and David Feder.”
-- SPOTTED: retired Justice John Paul Stevens, Maureen Scalia, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, Sens. Orrin Hatch (R-Utah), Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.), Ted Cruz (R-Texas), Cory Gardner (R-Colo.), Mike Crapo (R-Idaho), Jeff Flake (R-Ariz.) and Michael Bennet (D-Colo.), (who voted against Justice Gorsuch’s confirmation), Rep. Darrell Issa (R-Calif.), Don McGahn (whose birthday is today) and wife Shannon, Mark Paoletta, Marc Short, Makan Delrahim, James Burnham, Mike McGinley, Chris Grieco, Lucas Walker, Leonard Leo, Jonathan Bunch, Rob Collins, Ann Donaldson, Ed Whelan, Michael Keneally, Liz Horning, Gustav Eyler, Ryan Newman, Brett Talley, Patrick Bumatay, Wan Kim, Eric Tung, Tobi and Evan Young, Colorado Attorney General Cynthia Coffman, Kenneth Starr, Liz Johnson, Mary Elizabeth Taylor, Michael Bopp, Rachel Brand, Greg Katsas, Ted Lehman, Theresa Wardon, Nicole Gustafson, Greg Garre, Megan Lacey.
-- Last night, the Picnic Theatre Company staged its second sold-out performance of Noel Coward’s “Hay Fever” at Dumbarton House gardens, directed by Steve Rochlin and featuring Christina Sevilla, Emily Lenzner, Nova Daly, Charles Kovatch, Fran Holuba, Daniela Kelley, Antonio Olivo, Kevin Rooney and Bob Gerber. Picshttp://bit.ly/2sifLpLhttp://bit.ly/2s8bZ3OSPOTTED: Peter Cherukuri, Jay Newton-Small, Anu Rangappa, Matea Gold, Jon Lenzner, Debbie Berger, Courtney Carlson, Amb. Abdulwahab Al-Hajjri, Amb. Tatiana Gfoeller, Sanna Kangasharju, David Van Ongevalle, Andreas Ledergerber and Andy Oros.
-- Collective SuperPAC, a national PAC dedicated to building black political power, kicked off the first ever Black Campaign School with a special reception last night at the Blackburn Center at Howard University. The event was co-sponsored by Priorities USA, EMILY’s List, Planned Parenthood Action Fund, and ActBlue. SPOTTED: Quentin and Stefanie Brown James, Stacey Abrams, Shavonda Sumter, Tishaura Jones, Guy Cecil, Donna Brazile, Symone Sanders, Jamal Simmons, Leah Daughtry, Dan McNally and Tim Lim.
-- Longtime friends and colleagues of Carolyn Brehm gathered at Jones Day last night to celebrate her retirement and welcome Selina Jackson into her position as VP of global government affairs for Proctor & Gamble. SPOTTED: Amb. Richard Boucher, Jay Timmons, Joel Johnson, Poppy McDonald, William Lane, Sean Mulvaney, Mike Prentiss, Richard Goodstein, Ira Shapiro, Sean Broderick, DJ Peterson.
TRANSITIONS – KIKI BURGER has started at PR firm Sunshine Sachs, where she’s helping manage political and non-profit clients out of their LA office. She is an alum of Rock the Vote and Susan G. Komen. … Linda Chavez, the president of the Becoming American Institute and a syndicated columnist, has joined the Niskanen Center as a senior fellow.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD -- POLITICO night editor Craig Howie (who helps edit Playbook on the weekend), and wife, Niki, a landscape designer at Through the Garden, early this morning welcomed Leif Diño Howie, born 2:52 a.m. in Winchester, Va., to 7lb 14oz. “Everyone happy and healthy hooray!” Pichttp://bit.ly/2si1VUo
-- Joanne Denyeau, planning producer at MSNBC’s “The Last Word with Lawrence O’Donnell,” and Mike Kramer, SVP at Westchester Chubb company, recently welcomed Ruth Anne Kramer. “We lovingly call her Ruthie. Ruthie has a big brother, Joey Kramer. He turns 2 in August.” Pichttp://bit.ly/2rCZKZx
BIRTHDAY OF THE DAY: Phil Singer, CEO and founder of Marathon Strategies. How he’s celebrating: “Israel. Kim and I are taking the kids on their first big overseas trip.” How he thinks the Trump presidency is going: “Amazing if you work at the Kremlin.” Read his Playbook Plus Q&A:http://politi.co/2sGn8db
BIRTHDAYS: Don McGahn is 49 ... Politico’s John Bresnahan and Zach Stanton ... Brandi Hoffine, associate VP for comms and strategy at UC ... NPR’s Steve Inskeep, the pride of Carmel, Indiana … Marcus Brauchli, co-founder and managing partner of North Base Media and a WSJ and WaPo alum ... Phil Cox, founding partner at 50-State and former RGA exec. director, is 43 … former Rep. Robert Hurt (R-Va.) is 48 ... Adam Talbot, director at West Wing Writers ... Rep. Jason Smith (R-Mo.) is 37 ... Jim Dau is 41 ... Indira Lakshmanan, journalism ethics chair at Poynter and columnist for the Boston Globe, celebrating with her husband at Fiola Mare (h/t Nihal Krishan) ... Caity Rogowski (h/t Jon Haber) ... Jenna Galper (h/ts Alexandra De Luca and Helen Brosnan) ... PBS NewsHour politics producer Rachel Wellford (h/ts Nick Massella and Simone Pathe) ... Reid Wilson, national correspondent at The Hill … Liz Bourgeois, executive comms manager at Facebook ... Jessica Boulanger, SVP of comms. at Business Roundtable ... former Amb. Daniel C. Kurtzer is 68 ... Israeli investigative journalist Ronen Bergman is 45 (h/ts Jewish Insider) … Brett Bethune, intern for Sen. Claire McCaskill (R-Mo), is 2-1 (h/t mom Anne) ...
... Aaron McLear, director of public affairs for the West at Uber, is 4-0, celebrating at The Battery in SF (h/t Niki Christoff) ... Matt Vari, a digital strategist at Mothership Strategies, email aficionado and Diet Coke enthusiast, is 25 (h/t Jonas Murphy) ... Angie Kelley, VP for immigration policy at CAP ... Reid Wilson, former Clinton EPA ... Sarah Schoeffel ... Matthew Bartlett … WTOP alum Bob Madigan … John Leo ... Snap’s Kara Rivers ... Nicole Luna ... Mark Tapscott … Francisco “Frank” Sanchez, chairman of CNS Global Advisors ... Jill McNaughton … Pat Roth of Phoenix ... Pedro Moreno ... Katie Nelson Thomson ... NPR’s Jessica Taylor ... Joel R. Maliniak ... Jeffrey Block ... Don Harris ... Peter O’Toole, alum of Burson-Marsteller, GE and Pfizer ... David J. Jones ... Jon Kevin Lauck ... Traci Nobles ... John Shaw ... David Eades … Jill McNaughton ... Steve Welchert, star of the 1977-1981 University of Iowa Football team ... Caryl Terrell ... Troy Perry (h/ts Teresa Vilmain) ... author Joyce Carol Oates is 79 ... golfer Phil Mickelson is 47 (h/ts AP)
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2017.05.23 06:39 autotldr Bresha Meadows Case: Teen Who Killed Father Gets Deal That Spares Jail Time

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Bresha Meadows, the 15-year-old girl Ohio jailed for killing her allegedly abusive dad, finalized a plea deal Monday with Trumbull County prosecutors that will soon move her from behind bars to a treatment center.
Meadows entered a plea of "True," essentially a guilty plea, in accordance with the deal.
In Ohio, children above the age of 14 can be tried as adults, and for several months after the July 2016 shooting, it was unclear whether prosecutors would continue the case in juvenile court or whether Meadows would become the youngest inmate in the Ohio penitentiary system.
Last August, mother Brandi Meadows told reporters that her daughter's action saved her life and that her husband, Jonathan Meadows, had been physically abusing her for years.
In the email, Cooper questioned why Brandi would have stayed with Jonathan Meadows if she was being abused, and asked, "Why would grown children stay home and move their partners in if their mother was being beaten everyday?".
According to Jasmine Monroe, a reporter with Cleveland NBC affiliate WKYC, prosecutors in the case told the judge Monday that it's important for Meadows to receive appropriate treatment.
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2016.01.20 01:33 JazzFestFreak Text Version of the complete day by day line up

This is good for a quick search of an artist name to see what day they play
Friday, April 22
Steely Dan •Janelle Monáe •Gov’t Mule •Michael McDonald •Grace Potter The Subdudes •Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings •Kermit Ruffins & the Barbeque Swingers Buckwheat Zydeco •Donald Harrison Jr. •Geri Allen: The Erroll Garner Jazz Project Cowboy Mouth •Christian Scott •The Black Lillies •Walter Trout Steve Riley & the Mamou Playboys New Orleans Classic Recording Divas featuring The Dixie Cups, Wanda Rouzan, and Jean Knight Hot 8 Brass Band •Flow Tribe •The Anointed Jackson Sisters •Jason Marsalis Dwayne Dopsie & the Zydeco Hellraisers •Bria Skonberg Talla Walla Vibrations of Belize •Eric Lindell •Alvin “Youngblood” Hart’s Muscle Theory Shannon Powell presents a Tribute to Smokey Johnson Matt Lemmler presents “The Music of Stevie Wonder” featuring Brian Blade Chubby Carrier & the Bayou Swamp Band •Shades of Praise Zulu Gospel Male Ensemble •The Deslondes •Baby Bee •The Topcats Orange Kellin’s New Orleans Deluxe Orchestra •Doreen’s Jazz New Orleans Goldman Thibodeaux & the Lawtell Playboys •New Wave Brass Band Panorama Jazz Band •Betty Winn & One A-Chord •Real Untouchable Brass Band We Are One Social Aid & Pleasure Club •New Generation Social Aid & Pleasure Club The Perfect Gentlemen Social Aid & Pleasure Club •The Caesar Brothers Funkbox La Tran-K Band •Semolian Warriors Mardi Gras Indians Guitar Masters featuring John Rankin, Jimmy Robinson, and Cranston Clements Clive Wilson’s New Orleans Serenaders with Butch Thompson Golden Sioux Mardi Gras Indians •Wild Apaches Mardi Gras Indians Black Seminoles Mardi Gras Indians •Driskill Mountain Boys •Vishtèn of Canada Native Nations Intertribal •Patrice Fisher & Arpa with guest Javier Cabrera of Mexico New Orleans Gospel Soul Children •Aya Takazawa of Japan Keep N It Real Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Ladies of Unity Social Aid & Pleasure Club Go Getters Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Big Nine Social Aid & Pleasure Club Sarah Quintana & the Miss River Band •Andrew Hall’s Society Brass Band Black Mohawk Mardi Gras Indians •Black Foot Hunters Mardi Gras Indians Connie & Dwight Fitch with the St. Raymond & St. Leo the Great Gospel Choir Lady Tambourine •Alexis Spight •Harold Holloway & Co. •Uptown Music Theatre Chosen Vessels Band & Performing Arts •Chris Clifton & His Allstars •UNO Jazz Allstars Gray Hawk presents Native American Lore •Rosa Metoyer Young Audiences Brass Band Throwdown
Saturday, April 23
Pearl Jam •Van Morrison •Maxwell •Boz Scaggs •Galactic Alpha Blondy & The Solar System •Brothers Osborne •Mystikal Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats •Big Sam’s Funky Nation •Anders Osborne Tab Benoit •Leo Nocentelli •Naturally 7 •John Hammond •DeJohnette·Coltrane·Garrison The Garifuna Collective of Belize Joe Krown Trio featuring Walter “Wolfman” Washington and Russell Batiste, Jr. Bobby Cure Band & the New Orleans R&B Revue featuring Clarence “Frogman” Henry, Al “Carnival Time” Johnson, Robert Parker, Sammy Ridgley, and Jo “Cool” Davis Tribute to Jelly Roll Morton featuring Henry Butler, Butch Thompson, and Dr. Michael White Anthony Brown & group therAPy •Jarekus Singleton James Andrews & the Crescent City Allstars •Victor Goines •Leah Chase •Tim Laughlin Alexey Marti & Urban Mind •Gregg Stafford & His Young Tuxedo Brass Band New Orleans Experience ft. S - 8ighty, Partners-N-Crime, DJ Jubilee, Denisia, Kevin Stylez, Dobama, and Govenor Reiss New Orleans Jazz Vipers •Pocket Aces Brass Band •Talla Walla Vibrations of Belize Cha Wa featuring Papa Mali •Glen David Andrews and the Treme Choir The Johnson Extension •Blodie’s Jazz Jam •Rosie Ledet & the Zydeco Playboys Gal Holiday and the Honky Tonk Revue •Warren Storm Willie Tee & Cypress with special guest Tommy McLain •Willie Sugarcapps New Orleans Swamp Donkeys •Jambalaya Cajun Band with special guest D.L. Menard Johnny Sansone •Rumba Buena •Motel Radio •Darcy Malone and the Tangle Morning Star Missionary Baptist Church Mass Choir Dr. Brice Miller & Mahogany Brass Band •Lady Jetsetters Social Aid & Pleasure Club Single Ladies Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Single Men Social Aid & Pleasure Club Nine Times Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Keith Frank & the Soileau Zydeco Band Big Chief Walter Cook & the Creole Wild West Mardi Gras Indians Archdiocese of New Orleans Gospel Choir •Connie Jones & the Crescent City Jazz Band Brian Quezergue •Cameron Dupuy & The Cajun Troubadours Louis Ford & his New Orleans Flairs •Washitaw Nation Mardi Gras Indians Capoeira New Orleans •Square Dance with Lost in the Holler •Confetti Park Players Kim Che’re •Native Nations Intertribal •The Wimberly Family Gospel Singers DJ Rq Away •Rising Dragon Lion Dance Team Stephen Foster’s Foster Family Music Program •Smitty Dee’s Brass Band Divine Ladies Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Dumaine St. Gang Social Aid & Pleasure Club Family Ties Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Xavier University Jazz Ensemble Sylvia Yancy Davis •Seminoles Mardi Gras Indians •Flaming Arrows Mardi Gras Indians Ashe Cultural Arts Center Kuumba Institute •Arthur and Friends Community Choir
Sunday, April 24
Red Hot Chili Peppers •Nick Jonas •J.Cole •Herbie Hancock & Wayne Shorter Duo Julio Iglesias •Jonny Lang •Better Than Ezra •Elle King •Rhiannon Giddens CeCe Winans •Voice of the Wetlands All Stars •Taj Mahal & The Trio Big Chief Monk Boudreaux & the Golden Eagles Mardi Gras Indians •Amanda Shaw Dédé Saint-Prix Band of Martinique •Henry Butler & Jambalaya Terence Blanchard featuring the E-Collective •Imagination Movers Glen David Andrews Band •Royal Teeth •BeauSoleil avec Michael Doucet The Garifuna Collective of Belize •Leyla Mccalla •Ed Volker’s Quintet Narcosis The New Orleans Suspects •Little Freddie King Blues Band •Herlin Riley Quintet The Iguanas •Dr. Michael White & the Original Liberty Jazz Band with Thais Clark The Zion Harmonizers •Talla Walla Vibrations of Belize Ms. Ruby Wilson’s Tribute to Bessie Smith featuring Brian “Breeze” Cayolle Preston Shannon •Don Vappie & the Creole Jazz Serenaders Larry Sieberth presents Estrella Banda •New Breed Brass Band •Mister G The Revealers •Kevin Gordon •The Kid Carsons •St. Joseph the Worker Music Ministry Big Chief Keke & The Comanche Hunters Mardi Gras Indians •Los Po-Boy-Citos Young Pinstripe Brass Band •The Furious Five Social Aid & Pleasure Club Big Stepper Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Untouchables Social Aid & Pleasure Club Leroy Jones & New Orleans’ Finest •Corey Ledet & His Zydeco Band Belton Richard & the Musical Aces •Steve Pistorius and the Southern Syncopators The Electrifying Crown Seekers •The Rocks of Harmony Watson Memorial Teaching Ministries Choir Woodshed: Trombones featuring Stephen Walker and Michael Watson Ninth Ward Hunters Mardi Gras Indians •Monogram Hunters Mardi Gras Indians Shining Star Hunters Mardi Gras Indians •ManzaNota/Rock en Espanol Curley Taylor & Zydeco Trouble •Jonté Landrum Kid Simmons’ Local International Allstars •Deak Harp •NOCCA Jazz Ensemble Native Nations Intertribal •Tyronne Foster & the Arc Singers •Young Band Nation Tornado Brass Band •Young Men Olympia Aid Social Aid & Pleasure Clubs First Division Social Aid & Pleasure Clubs •New Look Social Aid & Pleasure Clubs Pelican212 •The Royal Boys Choir •Robert Jardell & Pure Cajun Sundays in Congo Square •New Orleans Dance Collective Young Seminole Mardi Gras Indians •Young Magnolias Mardi Gras Indians
Thursday, April 28
Tedeschi Trucks Band & Friends •Elvis Costello & The Imposters •Gary Clark Jr. Flo Rida •Brandi Carlile •Buffy Sainte-Marie •Cyril Neville & SwampFunk •Snarky Puppy Sonny Landreth •Bernard Allison Group •Corey Harris Band Lost Bayou Ramblers with special guest Spider Stacy •Pine Leaf Boys George Porter Jr. & Runnin’ Pardners •Meschiya Lake and The Little Big Horns Bruce Daigrepont Cajun Band •Jonathan McReynolds •Wageirale Drummers of Belize The Suffers •Helen Gillet •New Birth Brass Band •Stephanie Jordan Big Band The Whitfield Family Band •Savoy Family Cajun Band Lil’ Nathan & the Zydeco Big Timers •Geno Delafose & French Rockin’ Boogie Gerald French & the Original Tuxedo Jazz Band •New Orleans Nightcrawlers Brass Band The Roots of Music Marching Crusaders •Fi Yi Yi & the Mandingo Warriors The Breton Sound •Mia Borders •Marlon Jordan plays the music of Miles, Trane, and Bird Javier Gutierrez & Vivaz! •Spencer Bohren & the Whippersnappers Mark Braud’s New Orleans Jazz Giants •The Nayo Jones Experience •Banu Gibson Tuba Skinny •Lars Edegran & the New Orleans Ragtime Orchestra •Colin Lake Lynn Drury •Free Agents Brass Band Big Chief Bird and the Young Hunters Mardi Gras Indians Red Boys Production Native American Dance Troupe •Dave Jordan & the NIA North Penn High School Navy Jazz Band •The Doghill Stompers The GRÏD featuring Nesby Phips •Bill Summers & Jazalsa •Da Knockaz Brass Band VIP Ladies Social Aid & Pleasure Club •The Sudan Social Aid & Pleasure Club Men of Class Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Micaela y Fiesta Flamenca Dillard University’s VisionQuest Gospel Chorale •Spirit of the Orisha 7th Ward Creole Hunters Mardi Gras Indians •The Jones Sisters McDonogh #35 High School Gospel Choir •T’Monde •Original Dixieland Jazz Band Sons of Jazz Brass Band •Revolution Social Aid & Pleasure Club Men Buckjumpers Social Aid & Pleasure Club •The Robert Pate Project Eleanor McMain “Singing Mustangs” •KIDsmART Student Showcase Southern University Jazzy Jags •Delgado Community College Jazz Ensemble Owl Glass Puppets Southwest •Kat Walker Band: Scat with Miss Kat The Hawkins Family •Landry Walker Charter High School Choir The Lycée Français de la Nouvelle-Orléans Music Project •ISL Circus Arts Kids
Friday, April 29
Paul Simon •My Morning Jacket •Ms. Lauryn Hill •Irma Thomas •Elvin Bishop Los Lobos perform La Pistola Y El Corazon •Jazmine Sullivan •Honey Island Swamp Band Bonerama •Dirty Dozen Brass Band •The Revivalists •John Boutté •Wayne Toups John Mooney & Bluesiana •Cash Box Kings •Terrance Simien & the Zydeco Experience Sweet Pain featuring Chico Ramos and Supa G of Belize Irvin Mayfield & the New Orleans Jazz Orchestra Creole String Beans with special guest T.K. Hulin •Joe Lovano Us Five C.J. Chenier & the Red Hot Louisiana Band •Mississippi Mass Choir Nicholas Payton & Afro-Caribbean Mixtape •Shamarr Allen & the Underdawgs Raw Oyster Cult •Astral Project •Jonathon “Boogie” Long Lillian Boutté and Gumbo Z’herbes •The PresHall Brass Wendell Brunious & the New Orleans Gentlemen of Jazz present Louie Louie •Feufollet Wageirale Drummers of Belize •Tom McDermott & Friends •Paulin Brothers Brass Band Secondline Jammers •Original Four Social Aid & Pleasure Club Scene Boosters Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Leo Jackson & the Melody Clouds Kenny Bill Stinson & the ARK-LA-Mystics •High Steppers Brass Band Lady & Men Rollers Social Aid & Pleasure Club Original Big Seven Social Aid & Pleasure Club Mount Hermon Baptist Church Praise Delegation Choir •Mississippi Rail Company Herbert McCarver & The Pin Stripe Brass Band •The Bester Gospel Singers The Dynamic Smooth Family Gospel Singers of Slidell White Cloud Hunters Mardi Gras Indians •101 Runners •Jesse McBride Big Band The Pfister Sisters •Mariachi Jalisco US •Aurora Nealand & The Royal Roses Cary Hudson & the Piney Wood Players •Tony Hall’s New Orleans Soul Stars Derek Douget •Pastor Tyrone Jefferson •Quiana Lynell and the Lush Life Band T-Ray The Violinist featuring Dreams2Reality •Sean Bruce Jeffery Broussard & the Creole Cowboys •Josh Kagler & Praise Delegation Chorale Red Boys Production Native American Dance Troupe J. Monque’D Blues Band with Lil’ Creole Wild West •AsheSon •Cole Williams Band The Gospel Inspirations of Boutte •The Swing Setters •LeBlanc Family Cajun Band David & Roselyn •21st Century Brass Band •Golden Comanche Mardi Gras Indians Algiers Warriors Mardi Gras Indians •Pastor Jai Reed •Lake Forest Charter Jazz Band Lady Tambourine •Loyola University Jazz Ensemble •Adella Adella the Storyteller Young Audiences Performing Arts Showcase •Young Cherokee Mardi Gras Indians
Saturday, April 30
Stevie Wonder •Snoop Dogg •Beck •Buddy Guy •Dr. John & The Nite Trippers Preservation Hall Jazz Band •Jon Batiste and Stay Human •Hurray for the Riff Raff The Lone Bellow •Gregory Porter •Rebirth Brass Band •Big Freedia •Arturo Sandoval Kermit Ruffins’ Tribute to Louis Armstrong •The Soul Rebels Nathan & the Zydeco Cha Chas •Ricky Dillard & New G Jon Cleary and the Absolute Monster Gentlemen •Roy Rogers & the Delta Rhythm Kings Deacon John's Jump Blues •Cyril Neville’s Royal Southern Brotherhood •Sweet Crude Kristin Diable •Paul Sanchez & the Rolling Road Show •New Orleans Klezmer Allstars Bredda David & Tribal Vibes of Belize •Jeremy Davenport •Lil’ Buck Sinegal Blues Band Henry Gray •Midnite Disturbers Sunpie & the Louisiana Sunspots with guest Pascal Danae Big Chief Bo Dollis, Jr. & The Wild Magnolias •Treme Brass Band •Andrew Duhon Luke Winslow King •Tonya Boyd-Cannon •Wageirale Drummers of Belize Germaine Bazzle •James Rivers Movement •Original Pinettes Brass Band Kim Carson Band •Yvette Landry •Cedric Watson & Bijou Creole The Palm Court Jazz Band featuring Sammy Rimington Sweet Pain featuring Chico Ramos and Supa G of Belize •Kinfolk Brass Band Tonia Scott & the Anointed Voices •Bamboula 2000 •King James & The Special Men First Emanuel Baptist Church Mass Choir •Voices of Peter Claver The Speakerbox Experiment Jermaine Bossier & Romeo Bougere & 79rs Gang Mardi Gras Indians E’dana & Divinely Destin •Andrew Baham and 4am Red Boys Production Native American Dance Troupe •Topsy Chapman & Solid Harmony Jamil Sharif •Da Truth Brass Band •Nine Times Ladies Social Aid & Pleasure Club Westbank Steppers Social Aid & Pleasure Club Valley of Silent Men Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Louisiana Repertory Jazz Ensemble Jermaine Landrum & the Abundant Praise Revival Choir •Julio y Cesar Band Wild Red Flame Mardi Gras Indians •First Baptist Church of Vacherie Mass Choir OperaCreole •Curtis Pierre & the Samba Kids •Versailles Lion Dance Team The Showers •Teatro Los Claveles Puppets •Undefeated Divas & Gents Original Pigeon Town Steppers Social Aid & Pleasure Club Uptown Swingers Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Kai Knight’s Silhouette Dance Ensemble The RRAAMS •Mohawk Hunters Mardi Gras Indians
Sunday, May 1
Neil Young + Promise of the Real •Trombone Shorty and Orleans Avenue •Bonnie Raitt Arlo Guthrie - Alice’s Restaurant 50th Anniversary •Mavis Staples The Isley Brothers featuring Ronald and Ernie Isley •Aaron Neville Maze Featuring Frankie Beverly •Chris Botti Ivan Neville’s Dumpstaphunk with special guest Art Neville •Punch Brothers Tribute to B.B. King hosted by the B.B. King Blues Band with special guests Tribute to Allen Toussaint hosted by the Allen Toussaint Band with special guests Ellis Marsalis •Davell Crawford •The Gospel Soul of Irma Thomas Walter “Wolfman” Washington & the Roadmasters •Zigaboo Modeliste’s Funk Revue Marcia Ball •Heads of State featuring Gary Bartz, Larry Willis, Al Foster, and George Mraz Rockin’ Dopsie & the Zydeco Twisters The Band Courtbouillon featuring Wayne Toups, Steve Riley, and Wilson Savoy Swamp Pop Revue featuring Gregg Martinez & The Delta Kings with special guests GG Shinn and Parker James Roddie Romero & the Hub City All Stars •Charmaine Neville Band George French & the New Orleans Storyville Jazz Band •Stooges Brass Band Luther Kent & Trickbag •New Orleans Spiritualettes Lena Prima and The Lena Prima Band •Tin Men •The Revelers Bredda David & Tribal Vibes of Belize •Brother Tyrone & the Mindbenders The Mashup featuring Ike Stubblefield, Terence Higgins, and Grant Green, Jr. Storyville Stompers Brass Band •Wild Tchoupitoulas Mardi Gras Indians Original New Orleans Lady Buckjumpers Social Aid & Pleasure Club Prince of Wales Social Aid & Pleasure Club •Bobby Lounge •Trumpet Mafia Hardhead Hunters Mardi Gras Indians •Tommy Sancton’s New Orleans Legacy Band Gregg Stafford’s Jazz Hounds •TBC Brass Band •Tom Saunders & the TOMCATS Chris Severin •The City of Love Music & Worship Arts Choir •DJ Captain Charles Wageirale Drummers of Belize •Big Chief Juan & Jockimo’s Groove •The Rayo Brothers Kerry Grombacher •Cynthia Girtley “New Orleans Gospel Diva” Lyle Henderson & Emmanu-EL •New Leviathan Oriental Fox-Trot Orchestra Young Fellaz Brass Band •Buffalo Hunters Mardi Gras Indians Apache Hunter Mardi Gras Indians •Val & Love Alive Mass Choir Johnette Downing and Scott Billington •Audrey Ferguson and The Voices of Distinction Kumbuka African Dance & Drum Collective •Hot Club of New Orleans Red Boys Production Native American Dance Troupe Don “Moose” Jamison Heritage School of Music •Baby Boyz Brass Band Ole & Nu Style Fellas Social Aid & Pleasure Club Original C.T.C. Steppers Social Aid & Pleasure Club Craig Adams & Higher Dimensions of Praise Young Guardians of the Flame Mardi Gras Indians Erik McAllister and the NOCCA Mime Troupe •Hobgoblin Hill Puppets Crescent City Lights Youth Theater Culu Children’s Traditional African Dance Company with Stilt Walkers
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