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Ich hätte so gern Freundinnen - aber wie finden? ;_;

2020.08.17 10:15 CrispieAspie Ich hätte so gern Freundinnen - aber wie finden? ;_;

Eins vorweg: Wie meinem Benutzernamen zu entnehmen ist, bin ich am autistischen Spektrum, was ich erst neulich (im Alter von 29) erfahren habe, aber meine Situation und eigentlich mein ganzes Leben etwas erklärt.
Ich kam immer gut mit Jungs zurecht und hatte Probleme, in Mädchen-"Cliquen" teilzunehmen. Ursache dafür waren recht ausgeprägte "nerdige" Interessen und eine nicht zu brechende Zuordnung zur Gruppe der "Verrückten".
Dementsprechend glücklich war ich auf meiner IT-Schule, die praktisch rein aus den "Verrückten" Nerds bestand, da hatte ich jedoch bloß ein anderes Mädchen in der Klasse (und später war ich die einzige).
Irgendwann, als ich so 17, 18 war und meine ersten Connections ins Berufsleben hatte, sowie meinen jetzigen Ehemann kennenlernte, habe ich meine früheren Wege als "Special snowflake not like the other girls"-bullshit empfunden und "abgelegt". Im Zuge dessen habe ich Smalltalk und andere gesellschaftliche Navigation wie eine Besessene studiert und kann sie jetzt gut anwenden
Tja, um Freundinnen zu finden, reicht es noch immer nicht. So gut wie jedes Mal, wenn ich andere Frauen, die aus irgendeinem Grund in meinem Umfeld sind, auf eine Weise anspreche, die aus dem Smalltalk-Geplänkel heraustreten würde, ernte ich schiefe Blicke und höfliche Ablehnung.
Die einzige Erfahrung, in der ich aktiv weibliche Freunde gefunden habe, war, als ich erneut in themenspezifischen Online-Foren herumhing (in meiner Jugend war das so etwas wie DeviantArt und Animexx), die sich auch gelegentlich offline trafen - aber der Kontakt über die damaligen Messenger war schon eine Clique für sich :3.
Diese Szene hab ich in meinem Versuch der "Sozialisierung" vernachlässigt und dann passierte das Leben, ich war eine Weile lang zuhause mit meinen Kindern, und bis auf eine einzige Freundin mit Kindern (die mehr oder weniger unmissverständlich klar gemacht hat, dass sie sich mit uns trifft, weil sie unsere Kinder für guten Umgang für Ihre hält, und nicht etwa, weil sie mich persönlich als Freundin schätzen würde), kenne ich nun niemanden mehr, der an Freundschaft mit mir Interesse hätte.
Vermutlich wäre es möglich, wieder Leute kennenzulernen, wenn ich mich in ein Interesse triggern würde - aber für Online-Gaming mit Clans etc. fehlen mir schlichtweg die Ressourcen. Ich habe eine einzige Online-Freundin, ein mit-Aspie, der ich gelegentlich schreibe, shitposte und Memes schicke, aber auch sie lebt viel zu weit weg, um sich zB gelegentlich auf einen Kaffee zu treffen o.ä.
(Es scheint, als ist der Großteil der nicht-autistischen Bevölkerung zwar schon damit beschäftigt, seinen Freunden den Tag über Gedanken und Nachrichten auf schriftlichen Kanälen zu senden, möchte als Grundlage dafür aber Treffen im realen Leben erleben, was für mich ein Henne-Ei-Problem darstellt, weil auch keiner Lust hat, sich auf einen Kaffee mit jemandem zu treffen, den er überhaupt nicht kennt.)
"Geh in Clubs", ist die übliche Antwort, die nicht berücksichtigt, dass es mir in "geselligen" Situationen unmöglich ist, in Gruppengespräche einfach fröhlich einzusteigen und das irgendwie dorthin zu führen, mit Leuten, die mir nett erscheinen, persönlich ins Gespräch zu kommen.
Das ganze scheint mir noch komplizierter als diese ganze Dating - "Treffen wir uns mal auf nen Kaffee"-Geschichte, weil dort wenigstens die Intention klar und die beidseitige Bereitschaft offensichtlich ist...
Außerdem scheint es, dass in meinem Alter das prinzipielle Interesse daran, Freunde zu finden, eher schwach ist.
Müttergruppen kann ich eigentlich auch abschreiben, da erfahrungsgemäß die meisten frischgebackenen Eltern in Mutti-Freundschaften jemanden suchen, mit dem sie die aufregende Reise zusammen erleben können, und sich nicht mit unserer Crew von Kids und den damit einhergehenden Rahmenbedingungen befassen will.
Mein Mann, auch ein Introvert, hat Freunde in ziemlich spezifischen literarisch-philosophischen online-Gruppen - die werden aber wiederum von Männern dominiert und dort als Frau aufzutauchen ist einfach nicht dasselbe.
So oft hab ich auch schon gehört "Mach einfach dein Ding mit Überzeugung, dann findest du schon Anklang" - das hab ich mit einem Blog versucht und da tatsächlich Anklang gefunden, der sich aber ebenso rein auf den Inhalt bezogen hat und auch an persönlichem Kontakt kein Interesse hatte.
Ich muss wohl an meiner persönlichen Exzentrik im echten Leben arbeiten, obwohl mir dieses "Zur-Schau-stellen" eigentlich ziemlich peinlich ist.
Auch schon oft gehört, als ich um Rat fragte: "Du kommst ziemlich verzweifelt rüber, das ist nicht sehr attraktiv."
Womit die Katze sich wieder einmal in den Schwanz beißt. Tschuldigung, dass ich mich über Freunde freuen würde, wie jeder normale Mensch. Es sei gesagt, dass ich auch nicht bei der erstbesten Gelegenheit herausspringe und schreibe "Heyyyy gehen wir Kaffee trinken??? :)))" - ich habe ja die Gabe der Beobachtung - sondern wirklich jedes Mal einen neuen Ansatz verfolge und meine Haltung anpasse, ohne dabei jedoch andere Reaktionen zu erzielen. Sobald ich den Versuch mache, die Linie zur Freundschaft zu überschreiten, hagelt es kalte Schultern. Und wenn ich es nie versuche, ebbt die Interesse ebenso ab und ich kann mich entscheiden, weiter ins Nichts meine Nachrichten aus meinem unendlichen Born der Eigeninitiative zu schreiben, oder mein Versagen einfach zu akzeptieren.
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2020.07.22 04:59 bickid Ich (m, 34) weiß einfach nicht, wie ich andere Menschen davon überzeugen kann, dass "Das Leben ist sinnlos" für mich keine leere Phrase ist ... und ich bin derzeit verdammt einsam

Hi erstmal,
nachdem ich andere Threads hier gelesen habe, in denen es anderen teils ähnlich geht wie mir, hab ich den Mut und die Motivation gesammelt, hier auch mal zu schreiben. Mit welchem Zweck weiß ich nicht, vielleicht einfach, um es jemandem erzählen zu können, der es nicht als Spinnereien eines Versagers/Verrückten (psych. Krankheit = "verrückt" hier in der Familie ...) beiseite fegt, sondern tatsächlich zuhört bzw. liest. Dafür schon jetzt: Danke.
Probleme gibt es einige bei mir, ich will mich allerdings auf zwei beschränken: 1.) Die Sinnlosigkeit und 2.) meine akute Einsamkeit.
Nun leide ich an Depressionen (wer hätt's gedacht *guckt auf Namen dieses Subreddits*) und war auch schon längere Zeit in Therapie, zuletzt in einer Klinik für Adipositaspatienten (extremes Übergewicht ist auch eines meiner Themen ...). Es ist also nicht so, dass ich mich jeglicher Hilfe entziehen würde, im Gegenteil, im November findet der nächste Klinikbesuch statt, einem Intervallverfahren folgend. In Bezug auf mein Gewicht hilft das auch wirklich, ist man doch in einer kontrollierten Umgebung und hat lauter ähnlich motivierte Leute um sich. Leider ist meine Depression, so jedenfalls beschreibe ich es, zweifach-gestaffelt. Na klar, liegt ein Teil meiner Depression in meinem Übergewicht begrünndet. Mit 200kg geht einfach nichts mehr, da will ich einfach nur noch zuhause bleiben, um nicht gesehen zu werden; gleichzeitig ist das Verlangen nach Kontakten groß (dazu später), aber eben unmöglich - wer will schon mit einem Loser-Fettsack abhängen, von Dating ganz zu schweigen - alles unter der Prämisse, ich würde rausgehen, haha. Würde ich erfolgreich abnehmen, und ich bin dran, würde dieser Teil meiner Depression bestimmt verschwinden. Nicht sofort, vielleicht auch nicht permanent, aber doch größtenteils. Ich hatte schon mal 70kg abgenommen und mich gut gefühlt, ich weiß also, dass es besser werden kann. Der andere Teil meiner Depression ist aber in eiskalter Logik begründet, die ich schlichtweg nicht wegreden kann.
In meinen Augen gibt es drei Arten von Depressionen: 1.) traumatische Depression, die durch Erlebnisse ausgelöst wird; 2.) biochemische Depression, die durch Hormonstörungen oder andere körperliche Fehlfunktionen zustande kommt; und 3.) die logische Depression, die sich durch konsequentes Nachdenken ergibt. Was soll das heißen?
Ich sehe keinen Sinn im Leben. Klingt erstmal nach Mischung aus Plattitüde und "tu's nicht!", aber weder ist es Ersteres, noch muss man bei mir Zweiteres befürchten, würde ich nie tun. Aber nachdenken tu ich. Über den Tod. Und zwar jeden Tag.
Mein Gedankengang, der gar nicht so umfangreich und verschwurbelt ausfällt, ist Folgender: Wenn nach dem Tod nichts ist (und davon muss man ausgehen, wenn man nicht hoffnungsvollen Fantasien hinterher hängen möchte), dann ist alles sinnlos, was vorher geschieht. Denn egal wie toll mein Leben auch sein könnte, am Ende bin ich tot, weg, höre auf zu existieren. Und wenn ich, und es geht mir nachdrücklich um dieses "Ich", nicht mehr existiere, dann ist mir auch alles egal. Eben weil nichts mehr von mir da ist, dem irgendetwas nicht egal sein könnte.
Ich habe das durchaus schon ein paar Menschen erzählt, unter anderem meinem aktuellen Therapeuten, 2-3 "Freunden" (reine Online-Kontakte, mit denen ich hin und wieder chatte) und meiner Tante, die die einzige Person ist, mit der ich mich irl einmal im Monat zum Essen treffe. Gerade Letztere hat exemplarisch reagiert, wie ich finde, weil so wohl die meisten Menschen reagieren würden, wenn sie mich hören: Sie hat angefangen zu erzählen, dass sie für ihre Bestattung schon alles organisiert hat, alle Kosten gedeckt sind, und dass sie damit niemandem zur Last fallen möchte. Und Ende. Kurzum: Sie hat überhaupt nicht begriffen, dass es mir nicht um irgendwelche praktischen Umstände des Sterbens geht, sondern die Bedeutung der ureigensten Existenz. Auch mein Therapeut antwortet darauf ausweichend, fällt zurück auf typische "Was können sie tun, damit es besser wird?"-Formulierungen und stürzt sich auf jede Kleinigkeit, die positiv ausgelegt werden kann. Doch es geht mir ja gar nicht um positiv/negativ, sondern um den schnöden Fakt, dass das Leben sinnlos ist, wenn mit dem Tod alles aus und vorbei ist. Was freilich in meinen Augen negativ, vor allem aber eben Tatsache ist (es sei denn, da ist doch irgendwas danach, aber, naja, ...)
Sollte hier jemand eine Antwort parat haben, freue ich mich natürlich auf alles, was ich bekommen kann, dennoch verhält es sich für mich dergestalt, dass an meiner Logik alles durchdacht ist. Leider. Ich nehme zur Verdeutlichung meiner Logik gerne berühmte, historische Personen zu Hilfe, bspw. Albert Einstein. Einstein ist unvergessen dank seiner Lebensleistungen, noch lange nach seinem Tod, und man wird ihn noch in hunderten von Jahren kennen. Aber: Das ist Albert Einstein selbst, pardon, s***ßegal, denn der ist tot und existiert nicht mehr. Das ist symbolisch für uns Lebende vielleicht ein netter Gedanke, in der Erinnerung anderer Menschen unsterblich zu sein, eine greifbare Bedeutung für die eigene Existenz hat es jedoch nicht im Geringsten. Deshalb finde ich z.B. den beliebten Heldentod aus Filmen/Videospielen/Büchern nervig, weil diese Helden einfach nichts davon haben, sich zu opfern. Ob derjenige, den sie retten, weiterlebt oder doch noch getötet wird, spielt für den toten Held keine Rolle mehr, denn er existiert nicht länger. Für mich ist der Heldentod daher eher zu einer Art Suizid verkommen, a la "Ich kann nicht in einer Welt leben, in der derjenige, den ich retten könnte, tot ist, also bringe ich mich selbst um, indem ich mich in den Angriff des Bösewichts werfe - und vielleicht rettet es denjenigen, den ich so sehr wertschätze, nebenbei auch noch". Mehr ist es letztlich nicht.
Nun liegt euch beim Lesen des drüberen Textes vielleicht auf der Zunge, ich wäre akut gefährdet, mir etwas anzutun - doch weit gefehlt. Ich will am liebsten NIE sterben. Ich habe Angst vor dem Tod, vor dem Sterben, und der Sinnlosigkeit, die er mit sich bringt. Tatsächlich habe ich begonnen, ein kleines Buch zu verfassen, in dem ich versuche, logisch herzuleiten, wie denn der Sachverhalt aussehen müsste, sollte es gegen jede aktuellen wissenschaftlichen Erkenntnisse *doch* eine Seele geben ("Seele" als allgemein nachvollziehbarer Begriff für den "Rest", der weiterexistiert; ich bin absolut nicht religiös, wenngleich auch kein Atheist-Hardliner). Dabei bin ich mittlerweile soweit, dass ich mir über mittlere Zeiträume hinweg sogar einreden kann "Joa, vielleicht ist das ja wirklich so, dann ist doch nicht alles sinnlos". Aber das setzt nunmal voraus, *dass* da ein "Rest" verbleibt und nicht Nichts ist. Selbst im optimistischsten Szenario eine 50:50-Chance - nichts, worauf man seine, literally!, Existenz verwetten möchte.
Und das ist sie also, meine "logische Depression", die auch nach einem erfolgreichen Gewichtsverlust nicht verschwinden wird. So wie ich das sehe, machen sich die meisten Menschen etwas vor, indem sie sich dieser Tatsache entziehen, und geben sich einer Illusion hin. Der Illusion, dass das, was sie tun, Sinn hat. Und weil fast alle das tun, klappt es und jemand wie ich ist der spinnerte Außenseiter. Ich kann schon verstehen, dass man sich nicht mit dem Thema Tod beschäftigen möchte, weil es eben unangenehm ist, aber dadurch, dass es wirklich jeden von uns betrifft, sollte man sich dem vielleicht doch stellen, jeglicher Unannehmlichkeit zum Trotz. Zumindest soweit, dass man nachvollziehen kann, wenn jemand (so wie ich) nicht dazu in der Lage ist, sich selbst zu täuschen und auszutricksen mit all den üblichen Ablenkungen des Lebens (Job, Haus, Auto, Beziehung, Nachwuchs, etc). Einfach anerkennen, was Tatsache ist. Und mich nicht als wertlosen Versager abzustempeln, der von Hartz4 lebt und fett ist. Denn darauf reduziert mich (vor allem) mein familiäres Umfeld: Fett und arbeitlos, that's it, das ist meine Identität. Was ich sonst tue, was ich denke, was ich fühle, alles egal. Wie sehr sehne ich mich danach, dass einfach mal Leute sagen "hey, das klingt leider echt logisch, was du sagst. Ich kann mir das so gar nicht vorstellen, aber wenn du deshalb nicht arbeitest und mit Hartz4 zufrieden bist, dann ist das okay. Lass uns doch mal nächstes Wochenende was gemeinsam unternehmen!" - selbstverständlich wiederum unter der unrealistischen Annahme, ich würde derzeit meine Wohnung für soziale Treffen verlassen ;D
Das klingt im letzten Absatz jetzt so, als wäre meine Familie das Übel, aber darum geht es nicht. Es geht darum, dass andere Menschen wirklich zuhören und verstehen, was ich sage, und es nicht als dummes Gefasel abtun, denn wer fett und arbeitslos ist, der muss natürlich auch dumm sein. Sonnenklar, oder? :/
Puh. Uff.
Und damit ohne geschickte Überleitung zu Problem #2: Einsamkeit
So einsam wie derzeit war ich noch nie im Leben. Ich hatte schon immer (seit Schulende) nur wenige Freunde, weil ich aufgrund meines Übergewichts (seit der 4. Klasse) immer schüchtern, zurückhalten, verschämt war. In der Schule war ich immer mit den Strebern und Nerds zusammen, obwohl ich gar nicht deren 1er-Schnitte erreichen konnte. Latein fand ich toll und hatte dort immer etwas zwischen 1 und 2, in anderen Fächern hingegen war ich Durschnitt, habe mir durch meine Anhänglichkeit an einen damaligen Freund sogar mein Abitur versaut (3,2er Schnitt ... warum nur hab ich Physik-LK gewählt ...). Dann war die Schule vorbei, der erste Studienversuch begann, scheiterte am Übergewicht, der zweite Studienversuch scheiterte ebenso. Dann eine (wow, sogar erfolgreich beendete) Ausbildung zum Augenoptiker, ein Beruf, den ich nie wieder ausüben möchte nach drei Jahren Hölle, und anschließend ein dritter Studienversuch, derselbe Studiengang wie beim ersten Mal, ich hatte abgenommen, es es gab ihn als Bachelor statt Magisterstudiengang, was ich toll fand ... und dann habe ich in der WG in München massiv zugenommen, bis mir der Gang zur Uni so unangenehm war, dass ich schließlich, als das erste Referat anstand (ich habe seit Kindeszeit an extreme Angst vor Referaten, wohl wegen meines Übergewichts und der damit einhergehenden Scham. Nein, das ganze Gerede von wegen "mit der Zeit gewöhnt man sich an Referate, das wird besser" ist Unsinn ...), wieder abgebrochen habe. Zum Glück kam ich recht fix aus der WG raus und lebe seitdem wieder bei meinen Eltern, die immerhin ein sehr großes Haus haben, in dem ohnehin zig Räume leer stehen, weil sie nicht an Fremde vermieten wollen. Zumindest an der Stelle habe ich kein schlechtes Gewissen, weil meine derzeitige Wohnung einfach ungenutzt leer stünde, wenn ich nicht darin wohnen würde. Und hier bin ich also, das ist der aktuelle Stand.
An Freunde war bei alledem nie zu denken. An der Uni nicht, weil ich bei den ersten beiden Studienversuchen nicht in München wohnen konnte, sondern jeden Tag pendelte, mal mit dem Zug, mal als Mitfahrer meiner Mutter, die dort arbeitet. Für mich war jeder Tag purer Stress, der sich erstmal vor allem damit beschäftigt hat, wie ich am besten/effizientesten hin und wieder zurück komme. Aus Bequemlichkeit bin ich so oft es ging mit meiner Mutter gefahren, die um 6 Uhr früh losfuhr - ich durfte also regelmäßig dann 2-3h in der Uni warten, bis die Vorlesung losging. Abends zuhause war ich fix und fertig, einfach nur froh, zuhause zu sein, und habe dabei natürlich die Nachbereitung des Studiums vernachlässigt. Da ich (nach wie vor) begeisterter Gamer und Online-Forendiskutierer war, war ich dann wenigstens noch bis Mitternacht wach, was bedeutete, dass ich wenig mehr als 5 Stunden Schlaf hatte, über mehrere Semester hinweg.
Wie man sich nun denken kann: Zeit für Freunde blieb da nirgends. Wenn ich es denn überhaupt gewollt hätte wegen meines Übergewichts. Zumindest während meiner Ausbildung hatte ich endlich mal soziale Kontakte ... aber wenn man Arbeitskollegen zu Freunden macht, ist das halt auch irgendwie geschummelt. Wenigstens hatte ich zu dem Zeitpunkt sozialen Umgang und mich auch nicht einsam gefühlt, durchgehalten habe ich aber nur, weil für mich von Anfang an feststand, dass ich diese 3 Jahre Ausbildung nur für meine Eltern mache, damit die sehen, dass ich "was in der Hand habe". Ja, völlig bescheuert, aber wenn alle Welt (auch die damalige Therapeutin) einen dazu drängt, zu arbeiten, tut man sowas halt. Für mich war der Job die Hölle, einzig besser gemacht durch die Aussicht auf ein Ende und ein paar tolle Arbeitskollegen. Müsste ich jetzt jedoch wieder als Augenoptiker arbeiten ... ich würde mich wohl einfach in Fötalposition auf den Boden legen und hoffen, dass die Situation vergeht. So sehr widert mich die Vorstellung an, wieder Brillen verkaufen zu müssen und alles, was dazugehört. Danach also wieder Studium, sogar mit WG diesmal. Die WG-Bewohner waren okay, allerdings war auch hier mein Übergewicht wieder der ausschlaggebende Faktor, und so kam es, wie es immer gekommen war: Ich auf meinem Zimmer, die Welt da draußen, und irgendwann kam der dritte Studienabbruch. Hattrick!-oder so.
Zu "guter" Letzt gab es denn auch noch Zwist mit dem Chef einer Gaming-Website, für die ich über zehn Jahre schrieb, und ich verlor auch diesen letzten Halt, auf den ich immer stolz war. Es war zwar alles unbezahlt, aber die Website hatte damals deutschlandweite Relevanz, man bekam kostenlos Spiele, um sie zu testen, und, und, und. Und dann war das vorbei. Und jetzt habe ich noch 2-3 Leute von dort, mit denen ich hin und wieder in Whatsapp oder Discord chatte, aber ein gesundes Miteinander ist das in meinen Augen halt nicht. Alle wohnen weit weg, existieren also nur virtuell/digital, im realen Leben bin ich allein in einer konservativen, bayerischen Kleinstadt, umgeben von noch konservativeren "Machtmenschen", denen ich nichts entgegnen darf, weil sonst der Rauswurf droht, und wegziehen brächte andere Probleme mit sich, über die ich an dieser Stelle nicht auch noch schreiben will. Kurzum: Ich bin allein. Und das ist echt nicht so toll. Also eigentlich gar nicht.
Die Schwierigkeit dabei ist, dass ich überhaupt nicht weiß, wie ich etwas daran ändern könnte. Rausgehen trau ich mich nicht, da macht mich schon das Rausbringen das Mülls und das gelegentliche Einkaufen im Supermarkt via Fahrrad fertig. Mir würden "Online-Freunde" reichen, nur selbst das bekomm ich nicht mehr hin, seit die zuvor erwähnte Website aufgelöst wurde. Auf Twitter habe ich eine zeitlang aktiv mitgemacht, bis mein Account grundlos gesperrt wurde und auf Anfrage kam "war ein Versehen, sie werden demnächst entsperrt". Darauf warte ich seit zwei Monaten, auch weitere Nachfragen blieben unbeantwortet. Einen neuen Account möchte ich nicht mehr erstellen, denn welchen Sinn hat es, sich langsam eine eigene Community von Followern/Follos aufzubauen, wenn man durch Willkür schlagartig alles verlieren kann :/ Was also dann? Reddit wäre eine Möglichkeit, aber egal wohin ich mich wende, ich habe immer das Gefühl, Fremdkörper zu sein, wenn ich mich in fest etablierte Communitys einbringen würde. Wenn ich mal diskutiere, dann nämlich sehr selbstbewusst (absolut gegenteilig zu meinem irl-Auftreten), und das ziemt sich als Neuling natürlich nicht, bewirkt eher Ablehnung.
Deshalb bin ich weiterhin einsam. Ich wusste nicht, dass man überhaupt so einsam sein kann. Die Tage fliegen dahin, bedeutungslos und ohne Rhythmus, mal hier ein Wegwerf-Kommentar auf disqus, mal dort ein "shitpost" im Kommentarbereich einer Gaming- oder Anime-Website. Aber nichts Beständiges, kein Kontakt zu Leuten, mit denen langfristig diskutiert werden kann. In Verbindung mit Problem #1 (Sinnlosigkeit), ist das echt extra-doof. Und so liege ich oft im Bett (nachts oder tags, je nach dem, wann ich müde werde) und stelle mir vor, wie es wohl wäre, zu sterben. Wie ich mich auflöse, in irgendeine Art von Energie, und im Weltall davontreibe - Unsinn selbstverständlich, denn wie sollte sich jemand, der nicht länger existiert, irgendetwas vorstellen können.
Sorry, dass das jetzt so lang wurde, war nicht meine Absicht, aber das ist halt die Hoffnung, tatsächlich verstanden zu werden und zu vermeiden, dass irgendwelche Missverständnisse aufkommen. Wie eingangs erwähnt, weiß ich selbst nicht, was ich mit diesem Thread eigentlich will. Vermutlich hoffe ich entfernt, doch noch Kontakt zu Leuten zu finden. Zumindest aber hat jemand mal (halbwegs) alles gehört, was mir durch den Kopf geht. Danke für die Aufmerksamkeit ...
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2020.05.21 20:48 Passivist1 Möchte mir hier mal was von der Seele schreiben. Ihr vielleicht auch? (Gedanken zu Mobbing)

Das wird jetzt eine kleine Aneinanderreihung von Disclaimern:
  1. Ich bin männlich, Ende 20 und verfolge die Nachrichten, trotz Vollzeitjob, sehr aufmerksam. Politisch bin ich eher linksgrün, wie vermutlich die meisten in meinem Alter.
  2. Kleine Triggerwarnung, es geht um Mobbing usw.
  3. Ich habe heute morgen "Männerwelten" gesehen und schon lange vorher, da ich online viele Ami-Zeitungen lese (hauptsächlich NY Times/Washington Post/The Atlantic), verfolgt, was die #MeToo-Bewegung so umtreibt. Ich finde es grundsätzlich gut, dass sich da eine starke Lobby gegen Machtmissbrauch/sexuelle Belästigung/Sexismus usw. gebildet hat und dass speziell dieses Problem jetzt etwas mehr im Rampenlicht steht. Ich will das hier gar nicht runtermachen oder relativieren/davon ablenken. Aber ich habe oft das Gefühl, dass diese Debatte vor allem dank einem gewissen Celebrity-Voyeurismus- bzw. Sexismus-Faktor so medienpräsent ist (so von wegen "Haben Sie's schon gehört?! DIESE hyperattraktive Schauspielerinnen wurde von Weinstein belästigt!!"), die andere Themen eben einfach nicht haben und die dadurch noch unangenehmer sind.
  4. Ich will mich mit diesem Posting nicht wichtigmachen und gerne meine Anonymität wahren. Ich bitte das einfach zu respektieren, auch wenn das es vielleicht schwieriger macht, sich hiermit auseinanderzusetzen, da es keine Sympathiefigur gibt. Mir ist auch nicht daran gelegen, mich als Unschuldslamm darzustellen. Auf meiner Schule gab es mehrere ähnliche "Fälle" wie mich, von denen ich als Schüler Kenntnis hatte, und gegen die ich, weil ich mich einfach unterlegen gefühlt habe bzw. unterlegen war, nicht genug getan habe bzw. die betroffenen Personen selbst nicht gemocht und mich daher nicht mit ihnen solidarisiert habe.
So, das wäre das. Hier mal eine sehr, sehr kurze Zusammenfassung meiner Schulzeit:
Ich hatte als Schüler (und noch dazu Lehrerkind) nur wenige Freunde bzw. keine, die zur selben Schule gingen. Als Kind vom Dorf unter Stadtkindern, die sich schon von der Grundschule her kannten und befreundet waren, wurde ich generell isoliert. Ich war etwas vorlaut und altklug, manchmal arrogant und eigentlich eher (über-)mutig, außer eben bei Mädchen. Als ich mich das erste Mal dazu überwunden hatte, das Mädchen auf meiner Schule, in das ich verknallt war, anzusprechen, wurde ich erst ausgelacht und war kurze Zeit später für meine Mitschüler Staatsfeind Nr. 1.
Alle Arten von verbalen Beleidigungen waren noch das harmloseste. Mir wurde ständig der Stuhl weggezogen, ich wurde wiederholt die große Treppe der Schule runtergeschubst, verprügelt und dabei fotografiert (und die Fotos geteilt), man hat mir alle Arten von absurden Drohungen geschickt und ich konnte mich absolut niemandem anvertrauen, man hat im Internet eine Gruppe gegründet, deren erklärte Absicht es war, dass ich mich umbringe und ich habe mich einfach nur dafür geschämt, dass ich überhaupt existiere. Ich habe nicht mehr nachgedacht darüber, was ich gesagt habe, es war ja eh egal, ich wurde so oder so gehasst. Selbst, als ich mit anderen aus unserer Klasse im Bus zu meinem besten (und einzigen) Freund gefahren bin, war ich die ganze Zeit nur am Heulen - nicht einfach so, sondern weil gefühlt alle mich unaufhörlich beleidigt haben.
Nach und nach habe ich mich immer ungesunder ernährt und leichte Zwangsneurosen entwickelt (einen gewissen Waschzwang und dieses klassische LichtschalteTürenschließ-Ding). Ich weiß nicht, inwieweit das Mobbing oder ich selber da verantwortlich für waren, aber heute vermute ich, unterbewusst hat mir das zumindest "Ersatz-Kontrolle" über ein paar unwichtigere Aspekte meines Lebens gegeben (wie sich der Lichtschalter richtig anfühlt/anhört, hahaha), weil ich über den Rest gefühlt gar keine Kontrolle hatte.
Als der Abistress noch dazu kam und auch meine Eltern mir wegen meiner eher mittelmäßigen Noten noch zusätzlich Druck gemacht haben, hab ich ne chronische Krankheit bekommen. Meine Eltern sitzen wie in einem bekannten Ärzte-Hit am Tisch und fragen, warum ich nicht wie das und das erfolgreiche Arschloch aus meiner Klasse bin, das mich in der täglich Schule mobbt, oder schon arbeite oder eine Freundin habe, warum das andere Arschloch Spenden für irgendein Dritte-Welt-Land gesammelt hat und jetzt ein großes Foto von ihm der Zeitung ist und nicht von mir, sie sagen, dass aus mir nie etwas wird und dass ich eine Strafe Gottes bin.
Zeitgleich habe ich immer wieder von anderen Kindern auf Schulen in meiner Stadt gelesen, die sich nach solchen Vorfällen umgebracht haben, aber hab mich selber für psychisch stabiler gehalten als die. Bis heute rede ich kaum über das alles, es fragt ja auch keiner, auch wenn ich jetzt, nach meiner Unizeit, langsam wieder etwas extrovertierter werde wie früher. Männliche und weibliche Schüler, die in dieser Situation sind, unfreiwillig, nun mal Einzelgänger und haben, meiner Wahrnehmung nach, keine sonderlich große Lobby. Wahrscheinlich gehöre ich so zur ersten Generation, die Cyber-Mobbing über sich ergehen hat lassen. Ich habe nachmittags sehr viel Zeit in der Stadtbücherei oder mit Computerspielen verbracht, um diesem ganzen Elend irgendwie zu entfliehen oder zumindest ein Refugium zu finden. Wahrscheinlich gibt es produktivere Wege, mit sowas klarzukommen, aber das war halt, was ich gemacht habe.
Und jetzt sind halt vermutlich viele so Leute wie ich schon mehr als ein Jahrzehnt erwachsen und werden zwar nicht mehr ständig öffentlich so ausgelacht, psychisch fertiggemacht und physisch angegriffen, aber laufen, mit oder ohne Corona, meistens noch ziemlich alleine und paranoid (ich denke immer noch manchmal, alle anderen hassen mich zumindest hinter meinem Rücken und wollen mich am Liebsten tot sehen, auch wenn sie keine Gruppe auf einem sozialen Netzwerk mehr gründen oder es laut mir gegenüber aussprechen) durch die Welt und versuchen, irgendwie auf die Beine zu kommen, Liebe und einen guten Job zu finden und irgendwie ihre Vergangenheit auszublenden. Leute wundern sich manchmal, dass ich erst mal nuschle oder bei Vielem immer vorsichtig nachfrage oder "verhuscht" bin und mich übermäßig entschuldige, dass ich Leuten manchmal nicht lange in die Augen sehen kann (früher, vor dem Mobbing, wurde ich sogar dafür gelobt, wie gut ich das täte), dass ich ja so belesen sei, aber noch an meinem Selbstbewusstsein arbeiten müsse (wo ich dann am liebsten antworten will, dass ich genug davon gesehen habe, wozu die selbstbewussten Menschen fähig sind und was es braucht, damit sich dieses Selbstbewusstsein richtig entwickeln kann und mich ihre Wertvorstellungen eh grundsätzlich ankotzen) und dass mein Humor manchmal sehr verstörend sei bzw. dass ich bei manchen Dingen sehr "unsensibel"/"kalt" bin.
Erst nach ca. 10 Jahren habe ich mich wieder getraut, eine Frau anzusprechen. Und wieder einen Korb kassiert. Und dann auf der Uni fast jeden Tag einen. Öfters auch drei. An einem Tag acht. Seit Corona keine mehr. Inzwischen hatte ich zumindest eine recht hohe Anzahl erfolgloser Dates und meinen ersten Kuss, allerdings ist es dabei auch bisher geblieben.
Und dann sehe ich halt diese ganzen #MeToo-Artikel und Erfahrungsberichte, oder dieses "Männerwelten" und denke natürlich darüber nach, wie ich mich in der Vergangenheit gegenüber Frauen verhalten habe. Eigentlich immer respektvoll, auch wenn ich ein paar davon etwas plump, aber vollkommen "keusch", angemacht habe. Anderen habe ich ellenlange Liebesbriefe/Gedichte geschrieben, Bilder von ihnen gemalt, oder zumindest aufwendiger angeschrieben. Wäre ich jetzt angeklagt für sexuelle Belästigung, würde ich das Mobbing meiner Schulzeit auch nicht ernsthaft als "Entschuldigung"/strafmildernd anführen; da ist mir meine Eigenverantwortung/mein Erwachsensein bewusst genug. Ich glaube auch nicht, dass irgendwelche Hollywood-Figuren Absolution für solche Vorwürfe erhalten sollten, wenn sich diese zwar erhärten, sie jedoch eine nachweislich schwere Kindheit hatten oder eine Anzahl an Zurückweisungen verarbeiten mussten/nicht so ganz verarbeiten konnten.
Ich würde mir nur mal wünschen, dass man auch mal eine nuanciertere Diskussion über das System führen würde, das diese vielen unterschiedlichen Arten von Leid/Macht und Ohnmacht begünstigt und wie man es ändert, dass man mehr über Schönheitsstandards und Klassen-/Herkunfts-/Religionsunterschiede (damit meine ich jetzt nicht nur Christentum/Islam oder so sondern auch religiös geprägte Landbevölkerung/eher säkuläre Stadtbewohner o. ä.) usw. diskutiert und wie sie zu sowas führen, weil da meiner Meinung nach so viel mehr drinsteckt als dieser "Antagonismus" zwischen zwei leicht zu definierenden Gruppen (bei MeToo sind es ja meist "Junge Frauen, die am Anfang ihrer Karriere stehen" gegen "ältere Männer in Machtpositionen"). Deswegen dieser Thread.
Habt ihr ähnliche Erfahrungen gemacht? Was meint ihr?
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2019.11.13 16:47 el_greco6 Tirade über mein geniales Jahr

Keine Ahnung, ob das wirklich einer Tirade entspricht, aber ich musste mir das einfach von der Seele schreiben.
Ich bin Akademiker. Zwei Titel. Und arbeitslos. Ich fühle mich wie ein Versager. Jeden Morgen stehe ich auf und weiß: mehr Action als das Abklappern der Jobsuch-Portale gibt es nicht. Seit 210 Tagen verharre ich jetzt in diesem Zustand. Im Studium zeigten sie uns, wie wir mit Instrumenten Trends prognostizieren können. Aber wie man mit Misserfolgen umgeht wurde uns nicht verraten.
Das Jahr startete wirklich gut: Abgabe der Masterarbeit. Ich konnte mich voll und ganz auf mein Werkstudentenjob konzentrieren. Topunternehmen, großartige Unternehmenskultur, motiviert bis zu den Haarspitzen, alles gegeben. Anfang dieses Jahres dann der Spruch aller Sprüche: „Man, das was du machst ist richtig gut! Aber so einen wie dich brauchen wir gerade einfach nicht.“ Herrlich, klasse, wirklich. Hat mir die letzte Dame auch gesagt, als sie mich nach dem siebten Date ge-friendzoned hat, nachdem sie mir mit emotionalen Sprüchen Honig ums Maul geschmiert hat und ich ihr verfallen war. Das Gefühl kam mir also bekannt vor: Du hast gehofft, aber am Ende bist du nicht mehr als was Temporäres. Der BWLer in mir sagt: KLAR, SIE HANDELN IM SINNE DES UNTERNEHMENS. Mein Ego sagt: HAB GERNE FÜR EUCH DIE AUSPRESSBARE STUDENTEN-NUTTEN GESPIELT! UND JETZT WÜNSCHE ICH EUCH DIE SCHLIMMSTE VERSTOPFUNG DER WELT. Aber übrig bleibt dann doch nur dieses merkwürdige Gefühl in der Seele: „SCHON WIEDER ABLEHNUNG…“
Das Selbstbewusstsein schwindet.
Aber egal ob beruflich oder privates Versagen: man darf nicht aufgeben (sagte man mir). Ich suche weiter. Es gibt noch Stellen, die ich online finde und ich meine „Ah, geil, passt ja wie die Faust aufs Auge!“. Anfang des Jahres kam dieser Gedanke öfters, nun aber immer seltener. Die Wirtschaft ist am struggeln wird dauernd berichtet. Aber ich mach mir nichts daraus, denn während und abseits des Studiums wurde mir ja immer gesagt: „Durch deine Noten und deine Fähigkeiten gehörst du zu den High Potentials!“. Witzig, dass dies nach 75 Bewerbungen nur eine Hand voll Unternehmen auch so sahen und mich einluden. Und es stellt sich auch heraus: ich bin einer von extrem vielen guten Bewerbern. Man meldet sich in ein paar Wochen wieder. Doch wieder Ablehnungen.
Das Selbstbewusstsein ist weg, die Kraft schwindet.
Zuhause geht das Thema natürlich nicht spurlos an meine Eltern vorbei. Ganz vergessen zu erwähnen: Da mittellos auch wieder unterkunftslos, also zurück zu den Eltern. Natürlich macht es alles andere als Spaß mit Ende 20 wieder zu den Eltern zu ziehen. Eltern sind immer so ein Thema: Es gibt Momente, wo man sie liebt. Und dann gibt es eben noch die anderen Momente. Doch Eltern meinen es am Ende immer nur gut. Sie geben ihr Bestes. Deshalb will man auch nur für sie das Beste.
Aber es kommt doch immer anderes. Jetzt wurde mein Vater nicht verlängert. Von Vertrag zu Vertrag gehangelt, Ü50, Ausländer, Sprachbarriere, wär hätte es gedacht. Zum Schluss meinten sie er soll sich in drei Monaten nach Ablauf der Sperrfrist über eine Zeitarbeitsfirma bei ihnen melden, weil: So einen wie ihn brauchen sie immer. Der BWLler in mir sagt: KLAR, SO MACHT MAN BUSINESS. Mein soziales Ich sagt mir: PISSER, DIE ERLEBEN NOCH WAS. Doch egal was man sagt und denkt, am Ende fühlt sich das Herz gebrochen an: Nach all den Jahren der finanziellen Hilfe meiner Eltern, sollte es doch an der Zeit gekommen sein, dass ich ihnen helfen kann. Aber nein. Stattdessen fühle ich mich als Last. Und dann dieser Gedanke: Zwei Arbeitslose in einer Familie. Eigentlich die Überschrift einer RTL2-Doku-Soap, aber ich lebe sie. Eltern am struggeln, ich am struggeln.
Die Kraft schwindet.
Um mich herum Leute, die mir sagen „Bro, das wird schon! Wir alle mussten da durch.“ Und im nächsten Satz wird darüber diskutiert, wie sie ihre 500k Wohnung für die nächsten 30 Jahre finanzieren können, während ich nicht mal weiß, wie ich in zwei Monaten TÜV plus Versicherung für meine Karre zusammenkratze. Ich frage mich, wann ich einmal an den Punkt komme über sowas zu diskutieren. Der Wille ist ja da: ich will mir etwas erarbeiten, etwas erbauen, etwas erreichen, aber die Hoffnung schwindet. Denn die Realität ist: Nicht alle können es schaffen.
Die Kraft schwindet.
Highlight des letzten Monats: Vorstellungsgespräch. Runde 2. Klassisches Good Cop - Bad Cop Rollenspiel. Ich spiel das Spielchen mit. Frage mich nur: Warum dieser Quark? Wegen einer Einstiegsstelle?! Wäre wenigstens die Vergütung angemessen…naja, was soll‘s, ich spiel trotzdem mit. Was macht man nicht alles um im Strom mitzuschwimmen, am besten ganz weit vorne. Sie meinten sie melden sich in zwei Wochen. Nein, tun sie nicht. Natürlich nicht. Ich werde ignoriert, sie vertrösten mich am Telefon. „Wir halten mit der Fachabteilung Rücksprache und melden uns.“ Sagt doch einfach ihr spielt auf Zeit, weil euer Kandidat Nr.1 auf sich warten lässt, und gut is! Stattdessen sitze ich da und bin fertig. Meine Psyche spielt wieder mit mir ihre Spielchen: „Wer weiß: vielleicht bekommst du ja noch den Job? Die Tür ist ja noch nicht ganz zu.“
Aber ich habe keine Kraft mehr.
Ich hoffe dieses Jahr geht endlich schnell zu Ende. Doch aus diesem Wunsch wird wohl nix. Genauso, wie aus dem Wunsch, endlich nen tollen Job angeboten zu bekommen. Oder den Wunsch, endlich von einem vom Himmel herabfallenden Amboss getroffen zu werden. So aus dem Nichts, wie aus den Looney Tunes Comic. Auf diese eine witzige Pointe in meinem Leben warte ich noch. Damit es wenigstens einen Lacher gibt zum Ende dieses ach-so-genialen Jahres.
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2019.11.13 11:30 HBrenesL14 For Better or for Worse - The effects Technology has on the Youth


For Better or for Worse
“New technology is not good or evil in and of itself. It’s all about how people choose to use it.” - David Wong. Everyone has their opinion on technology, positive or negative, we can’t choose a side. Specifically the topic of the effect technology has on child development. Is it wrong for a child to use technology at a young age? Is it okay? Some people believe that technology hinders a child’s development, while others believe technology allows children to grow mentally at a faster rate.
Some find that technology can negatively affect a child’s development. They can obtain an addiction to technology. In the article “Is “Digital Addiction” a Real Threat to Kids?” by Perri Klass, she writes about a commentary by Dr. Christakis. It talks about how a high exposure to tech can be associated with poor mental health for children when they’re older. A child may isolate themselves from the real world, sticking to a screen instead.
The addiction may lead the child to become depressed. From the creation of technology came social media. With social media we are able to post about every second of our lives. In the article “ Increases in Depressive Symptoms, Suicide-Related Outcomes, and Suicide Rates Among U.S. Adolescents After 2010 and Links to Increased New Media Screen Time” by Jean M. Twenge, a study conducted showed that depressive symptoms and suicude rates increased in children and teens who spent more time on social media. The article “ Does Social Media Cause Depression?” by Caroline Miller, she talks about how experts connect the rise of depression to heavy social media users. It says,” The connections social media users form electronically are less emotionally satisfying, leaving them feeling socially isolated.” These users may feel as if they can’t connect with their peers in person and don’t feel accepted. This causes them to rely on social media to feed their needs, but they isolate themselves from the real world. They aren’t able to escape the facade they’ve created online.
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Furthermore, technology affects a child’s or teen’s relationships and social skills. By spending most of their time looking at a screen, kids aren’t interacting with family or friends. They mostly connect with their friends online instead of meeting in person. In the article “Protect Social Skills from Technology” by Sophia Ruan Gushee, it talks about how technology negatively impacts kids’ social skills. “While the advantages to texting and other technology use is obvious, too much time with socially interactive technologies (SITs) can increase teens' social anxiety and decrease their comfort and confidence during in-person interactions.” This increased social anxiety can hurt the way they interact with others or they may not interact at all. Also, in the article it is mentioned that text messages can also be misinterpreted causing miscommunication and a feeling of rejection. Overall, technology damages how kids and teens interact with each other.
Alternatively, others see technology as a way to allow children to advance faster. Technology allows children to improve certain skills in unique ways. In the article “Benefits of Technology and the Right Kind of Screen Time for Children” by Ryan of ID Tech, it gives an example of how the video game “Minecraft” helps players enhance their problem solving skills. “ They are dropped into new and different environments, and must immediately build shelter, and collect items like weapons and food in order to survive.” The players must act quick as a day in “Minecraft” is only 10 minutes in the real world. The player has to make quick and smart decisions in order to survive in the game. The players can apply this skill to the real world by viewing the different outcomes of choices they are given. They are able to assess the situation quicker and with ease as they can predict how their choice might possibly affect the event. 📷
Technology also helps increase the speed at which children learn. Google is right at their fingertips, able to answer a question as fast as you can think about it. Nothing is out of their reach anymore, they don’t have to spend hours in a library looking for one specific piece of evidence they need online. Games have been created to make learning fun as well. Kids don’t have to listen through a boring lecture but instead they can be immersed into an interactive lecture. Kids no longer have an excuse to fall asleep in class anymore. And if a student wants to learn more about a topic outside of class, they can easily do so. This helps boost their researching skills since they’re going to be doing plenty of that as they get older.
Students don’t have to depend on a teacher if they are not understanding a topic. They can search for videos explaining it and going through it step by step. Students can complete their work on the go. They can access assignments from anywhere and complete them at their own pace. Students can receive feedback quicker as well, allowing them to fix their mistakes and improve their work.
On the subject of technology, one must discuss how video games help children learn or develop new skills. “Video games such as Age of Mythology, Civilization, and Age of Empires may spark a child's interest in world history, geography, ancient cultures and international relations.” says Cheryl Olson from the article “9 Benefits of Video Games for Your Child”. These games allow children to learn about different time periods while having fun. Another game that touches on the subject of history is the franchise Assassin’s Creed. Though this game is generally for an older audience, it is packed with important figures of history and events that took place. As a child who played this game in elementary school, I always felt like the coolest kid in the room when I knew something no one else did. 📷
In conclusion, there will always be those who believe that technology prevents a child from developing while others believe that technology allows children to develop at a quicker pace. Technology has allowed us to advance in ways we have not been able to before. But this advancement also comes with cons such as affecting children’s social skills and altering their learning abilities. Parents will always be on the fence on the subject of technology. Is it time for you to decide where you stand or switch sides?
Cited Sources
Miller, Caroline, and Child Mind Institute. “Does Social Media Cause Depression?” Child Mind Institute, childmind.org/article/is-social-media-use-causing-depression/.
Olson, Cheryl.“8 Reasons Video Games Can Improve Your Child.” Parents, www.parents.com/kids/development/benefits-of-video-games/.
Ryan, et al. “Positive Effects & Benefits of Technology for Children: Pros & Cons in Early Development.” ID Tech, Ryan Ryan Manages Blog Content at ID Tech, Starting with the Company in 2008. He Earned His MBA from Santa Clara University after Obtaining His Bachelor's Degree from Arizona State. Connect on LinkedIn!, www.idtech.com/blog/benefits-of-technology-for-children.
Twenge, Jean M., et al. “Increases in Depressive Symptoms, Suicide-Related Outcomes, and Suicide Rates Among U.S. Adolescents After 2010 and Links to Increased New Media Screen Time - Jean M. Twenge, Thomas E. Joiner, Megan L. Rogers, Gabrielle N. Martin, 2018.” SAGE Journals, journals.sagepub.com/doi/full/10.1177/2167702617723376.
Whiteside, Ragan. “How Technology Can Help Improve Education.” TechLearningMagazine, Tech & Learning, 21 Oct. 2011, www.techlearning.com/tl-advisor-blog/261.
Annotated Bibliography
Class, Perri. “ Is “Digital Addiction” a Real Threat to Kids?” The New York Times, May 20, 2019. Perri Class brings to light studies conducted by professionals on the effects technology has on children/teen’s mental health. One study mentioned is by Dr. Christakis, in this study it is said that a high exposure to technology could lead to poor mental health. Another study by Dr. Ellen Selkie talks about how kids develop a need for media kind of like how we need food to survive. But that a lack of using media or avoidance can also be a sign that the child needs help. The article also touches on how calling it an ‘addiction” can also be harmful as well.
Ruan Gushee, Sophia. “Protect Social Skills from Technology”. Non Toxic Living, October 3, 2018. In this article Sophia Ruan Gushee discusses how technology negatively impacts children’s social skills. Children aren’t as exposed to personal interaction that teaches them to read visual and vocal clues that allow them to understand what the person they are speaking to is feeling. These cues can be facial expressions to maintaining eye contact and there are many others. But by sticking to a screen they won’t be able to learn how to pick on those. The article also talks about how texting can lead to social anxiety and not being able to interact with others. Texting can also be misinterpreted and the wrong type of feeling can be conveyed instead of the one you were actually going for. Which leads to a negative reaction and social rejection.
Miller, Caroline. “Does Social Media Cause Depression?”. Child Mind Institute, no date listed. Miller talks about the effects social media has on the youth. The rise of depression is mentioned with the advancement of technology and that it’s mostly affecting children. Plenty of evidence is given in regards to whether or not it is true. This article catches your attention quickly if you are a parent.
Olson, Cheryl. “9 Benefits of Video Games for Your Child”. Parents, no date listed. This article discusses the benefits of gaming for children. I had only known about how video games can help improve your hand/eye coordination. I learned about the different ways video games can benefit children and what it can teach them.
Sood, Shruti. “How Technology has Changed the World?”. Community, February 7, 2019. This whole article was the basis of my commentary essay. Shruti Sood talks about her opinions regarding technology. She leans more towards the negatives of technology but never clearly states her side. While she does not include much evidence, her words captivate your mind and leaves you thinking, wanting to learn more.
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2018.03.01 23:44 fringly Batman #22 - Red Sky In The Morning

Batman #22: Red Sky In The Morning

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Author: fringly
Book: Batman
Set: 22
Advised reading - Superman #22
Previously on Batman DCFU:
While Batman cleaned up the streets, roughly two years ago Bruce Wayne started Wayne Enterprises, a computer chip company whose rudimentary quantum chipsets proved a game changer to the electronics industry.
Almost overnight Wayne Enterprises became a billion dollar business, but Bruce didn’t forget his roots, setting up the main manufacturing in the old industrial area of Gotham and bringing in brilliant scientist and Gotham native Edward Nygma, to oversee the scientific research of Wayne Enterprises.
For Edward, Bruce was irresistible, he had never met a man who was able to match him intellectually and in Bruce he found someone who was not only on his level, but surpassed him. Indeed, Bruce barely seemed to have to try to solve issues that Edward was stuck on and the concepts he developed were clearly the best projects to work on… leaving Edward completing the work that he was set, rather than being the driving force for discovery he had always been.
Still, Edward was moving science forward faster than he had dreamed possible and whatever resentment was pushed to one side. After all, he had always dreamed of finding a kinship with another person and here, at last, he had it.
Taking a break from the labs one day he walked through the surrounding areas to Wayne Enterprises manufacturing, but he was not alone. Attacked by thugs seemingly for no reason, Edward was left near dead, but not quite. Rushed to hospital, Edward awoke, one thought, one question burned into his mind, the very last thing that the thugs had asked him. “What’s the point of keeping you alive?”
What was the point? What was the point of his work, his existence, anything? Leaving that puzzle at the scene, he fled, his mind ablaze and his personality shattered.
But now he has come home again.
Some weeks ago, the Joker attacked Harvey Dent in the middle of a campaign to replace the corrupt mayor, Nygma reappeared the next day, claiming that Bruce had agreed to endorse him as the new candidate, replacing Harvey Dent.
Nygma agreed to meet Bruce and was happy, open and quite unlike the shy man who Bruce had known. Indeed, Nygma had changed in many ways and had learned many things, including Bruce’s secret, but that riddle was too easy, too boring.
After giving Bruce the chance to guess Nygma’s secret, he revealed a part of his plan pinning Bruce down with superhuman strength and letting him know that he had come back to become Mayor, “because he could be”.
Nygma believes that he can“solve” Gotham and become its master, but even after this confrontation there was much left still unsolved and it had become clear that Nygma was not working alone.
Bruce was forced to give his endorsement and now, after a short and brutal campaign, the results are in and the new Mayor will be… Edward Nygma.
Prologue
A dark alleyway. A shot rings out, then another and another. Thomas and Martha Wayne lie dead on the street and their son, Bruce, runs into the night. But this is not the world you know - there are no Wayne billions and no butler to raise young Bruce Wayne. Surviving the streets, Bruce travels the world, learning and growing, forging himself into a weapon, before returning to Gotham and destroying the crime families that had crippled his city. To do this, he became the Batman.
Crime doesn’t sleep, doesn’t rest and always adapts, always changes. Today powerful individuals with terrifying abilities need to be countered, but at least Bruce is not alone. While there are new criminals, there are new friends too.
Part One - Sailor's Warning.
“Coffee, Sir?” Alfred loomed behind me, holding a pot of his infamous black tar, a plate of his strange tasteless cookies in his other hand.
I scrabbled around the desk, lifting papers until I found the cup that was buried underneath the piles and peered into its depths. I could have sworn that it had just been this morning I had used it last, but a green furry interior said differently.
“Uh, I need…” Alfred lifted both his eyebrows and the plate in his hand a little higher, and I could see a fresh cup hooked around his pinkie. It was hard to beat his anticipation. “Thank you, do I also have to eat some of those… uh…”
Rich Tea biscuits sir and no, they’re simply there if you’d like a treat to have with your drink.”
My hand wavered over the plate, it was hard to remember when I had last eaten, but Alfred only seemed to enjoy the driest, most English biscuits known to mankind and these particular ones looked drier and less flavoursome than most.
“That’s okay Alfred,” I glanced at the clock on the wall, it showed it was nearly seven. “I’ll join the children for dinner before patrol.” His slight hesitation made me look up. “What?”
“Sir, it’s the morning, you’ve worked up here all night, the last I saw of you was nearly seventeen hours ago.” Alfred poured the coffee and placed it down in front of me.
I reached out and curled my hand around the cup, only now aware of how stiff and hunched over I had become. Lifting it to drink, I felt the tension across my shoulders and stood to stretch, knocking down yet another a swathe of paper down as I did so.
Alfred, as always the master juggler, stopped one pile from falling with the plate of biscuits, while lifting his foot to stop a different ream from dropping off the desk. He cast his eyes down as he quickly reorganised them back into place. “Anything sir?”
I hesitated, then shook my head. Seven am; just nine hours to go and I had nothing. Pulling out a win at the last minute had always been something of a trademark move of mine, but in this situation it was looking like I had lost this round. Barbara, Tim and even Chloe had done their best over the last week or two, but conceded victory yesterday, leaving my final desperate research, which I had apparently worked at without successes for nearly twenty four hours straight.
It was my fault. The endorsement I had been forced to give Nygma had bumped him five points in the polls and from there it had been easy for him to control the media narrative. He was the Gotham-boy-made-good, returning home after working abroad with stories of success overseas. If it wasn’t so similar to the story I had spun on my return to Gotham I would have been almost impressed if it wasn’t so annoying.
Running against Gotham’s corrupt incumbent mayor had proven easier than he could have expected. Once the tide had turned against Mayor Klass, the stories had begun to leak. First a few and then a torrent. Everyone had a Mayor Klass “story” to tell of sleazy behaviour, corrupt practice or just plain old criminal actions.
A dozen criminal corruption charges were pending and now that his political cover had deserted him, Klass was suddenly looking very vulnerable and the Commissioner was just waiting to pounce. The evidence I had gathered over the years would play no small part in putting him behind bars.
A small sick feeling in my stomach told me that I would somehow miss Klass. His corruption was the old fashioned kind; bribes, drugs, gambling, the sort of thing I could track, counter and disrupt. Nygma - he was something new.
I still didn’t know who Nygma’s backer was, only that someone had funnelled millions into political adverts and was able to open doors at every level. Even before that, someone had looked after him, brought him back to health, changed his personality and then sent him back here to target me, with a perfect cover story in place of where he had been.
There was no trail to unravel, Nygma had documents backing up his every move and even though I knew them to be false, I couldn’t prove it. I was Eliot Ness chasing Al Capone and finding no way through his protection, although he had at least managed to…
“Al Capone!” I grasped Alfred’s wrist and he jumped, spilling the biscuits onto the table where I assumed they would function perfectly well as coasters.
He reached over and gently removed my hand. “No sir, Alfred,” he deadpanned. “Perhaps you should get a little sleep?”
Biscuits and papers alike were knocked down as I swept my arm across the table, clearing away the files closest to me and pulling some from the back. Could I be right? On my return to Gotham I had to ensure that my cover story was perfect. The most difficult part had been retrospectively ensuring that I had always paid tax for everything I claimed to have done.
It had taken a mixture of hacking, bureaucratic wrangling, bribing officials and going on a date with a woman called Helga who worked in the tax records office, to slip back dated files into all the right places and there had still been a few loose ends that I hadn’t fixed until recently. Nygma had friends, but how far did they go?
There, sixteen months ago he claimed to have been in France, working as a consultant for an energy company, seeking renewable energy options, but if that was the case, then he would have needed to register the pay with the IRS. He hadn’t given the company name, but there were only so many and that meant a findable trail.
My mind was moving quickly now and I kicked back from the table, feeling my back ache from long hours of sitting hunched over. Alfred stepped back, all humour gone, the coffee things discarded, reading my mood and moving to a new console to one side of the room.
On the main screen I quickly kicked through several programmes and began cycling through encrypted backdoors. Alfred’s actions flickered in a window in the corner, he was firing out messages, calling for help, lighting the beacons.
Barbara came online first, then the small green avatar of Watchtower and a moment later Tim’s groggy face appeared in a window, lips silently moving as he asked what was going on, but I left him on mute until he’d seen what we had open and his eyes widened.
Comms opened to all of them at once, but they were silent, waiting. “You all see, you all understand what we’re looking for?” I didn’t wait for confirmation. “We have nine hours.Chloe, Babs, find it. Tim, suit up.”
Part Two - Go Time.
Tim was restless in the car; there had been no time to explain to him what we’d found and as soon as he had arrived, we had left. He hated feeling out of the loop and fidgeted as we cut through the traffic, waiting impatiently until I had a moment to fill him in.
On the dashboard a reminder buzzed and I looked down at the small Justice League icon that shone on the screen. I cursed under my breath, the lack of sleep was throwing off my days and I had forgotten we had been due to meet, but this took precedence. I flipped open the message pad and typed quickly. “Meeting is cancelled.” They’d understand. Or not. It didn’t matter right now.
As we shot through the streets, the cars ahead of me slowed and many moved to one side as they saw the distinctive black form of my car. That was new, they treated us more like the police now, or perhaps I had to reluctantly admit, like one of the Justice League. Perhaps it did have some advantages I mused with a grim smile.
At last Tim’s patience was worn out. “C’mon Bruce, what did you find?”
I checked the central console of the car, the building plans from city hall had downloaded and I noted three points of entry, then turned my attention back to Tim. It had taken nearly two hours to unpick the tangled web of information we had for Nygma, but in the end we’d found what we needed, a break. His trail had been covered exceptionally well, but his backers hadn’t the time or expertise to cover everything.
I glanced at Tim, who was visibly frustrated. “Nygma claimed he worked in France as a consultant, but he would still be liable for taxes in the USA if he earned a salary. So, to avoid that they declared Nygma had been a non-paid volunteer consultant.
Tim nodded. “Okay…” I continued. “If that had been directly to a French company, then they would still have been liable for payment of the minimum rate of tax in the US, so they registered an American subsidiary company instead and employed him through that. Nygma got cute with the name though and I knew we had him - Troisième Eîné Résolutions.”
Tim’s brow furrowed, he was learning French along with Spanish and Chinese, but it took him a moment to find the right words. “Third Elder Resolutions?”
I smiled “Rearrange Third Elder to…”
He thought for a moment. “Holy shit, that’s…”
I nodded. “And that shell company has a real address, which is where we’re heading now.”
Tim’s mouth hung open while his brain filled in the gaps, until at last it snapped shut. “Man, you don’t want to mess with the IRS.”
I nodded. “Even Joker pays his taxes I bet.” I pulled the car to a halt and pointed down the street to what seemed to be an abandoned building. “There.”
Drone and satellite surveillance showed no obvious cameras or traps, but an active power supply going to the second floor. We grappled up and slipped in through a window and quickly gained entrance to what appeared to be a standard reception area, a small brass sign on the wall confirmed it as Troisième Eîné Résolutions, but the room was dark and no receptionist sat behind the desk.
We pushed through the door into a corridor behind and at once I was struck by a smell, familiar and unpleasant. This was no office, but a glance through the doorways into the side rooms showed that it was someone’s home, with empty food packets thrown on the floor and, in one, a sleeping bag and ground mat.
A noise from the end of the corridor froze us and I gestured Tim forward, moving quickly to either side of the door where the noise had come from. Placing my fingers on the door I flipped down eye coverings and activated the sonar in my gloves, letting the noise build a picture of the room and indicate exactly where the person inside was.
After a last gesture, I slammed the door back, going in before Tim and seizing the man within, kicking him to his knees and slipping restraints on before he was able to react. Only then did my mind register who I was seeing and connect the smell to memories from my distant past. I knew this man.
“Rat King.” The words hissed from my lips and Tim looked up sharply. He knew the file well and that I had been seeking this man for years, decades. The Rat King was the man who had taken me into his child thief ring as a boy, forced me to fight other children for his pleasure and damn near killed me. On returning to Gotham he had always evaded me, but today he was in my hands at last.
He looked up at me and for a moment and all I could see was the cruel man who had forced children to beat each other nearly to death, but he was far from that man now. A white vest and underpants were stained with orange fingerprints, BBQ sauce and sweat marks, while the rest of the room was in much the same condition.
The floor was strewn with empty food packets, cans and dropped cigarettes and lit only by a dim emergency exit sign and the light from a laptop that was propped up on some cushions. I gestured to Tim and he moved to the computer as I dragged the Rat King to his feet.
My voice modulator kicked in with a growl and he cowered as I spat the words at him. “Where is he?”
His eyes wavered, but then set in resolution. “Who? I’ve no idea what you mean, Batman.”
I dragged him closer, trying to ignore the stink of sweat and stale cigarettes. “Nygma.”
The Rat King was a cowardly piece of trash, but he was recovering from the surprise and, as always, he was taking a sick thrill in being difficult. “I just get to stay here, no idea where the mayor is.”
He was taunting me. “Not mayor for another four and a half hours, scum.” A call from Tim and I dropped him, letting him land heavily. “Stay here.”
Tim handed me the computer. “He’s been using it for porn and trolling internet boards, but I don’t think it’s his computer. There is a whole file system that can be accessed through here, but it needs to be physically connected to a network for the files to open.”
Tim was right, this was part of something larger, but before we did anything we had a process to follow. I clipped a stick into the USB port and began making a mirror of the drives - whatever else we found, we’d have this to work on. As soon as that was done I walked back to Rat King and stepped on his neck. “Where did you get this?”
He whimpered and tried to talk, but I pushed harder until he made a gurgling noise. Perhaps he was trying to tell me, or perhaps not, but he could deal with a little discomfort first. I enjoyed watching it, but a touch on my arm from Tim made me ease off.
“Uh, maybe let’s try this.” He leaned down and pulled a small capsule from his belt, as the Rat King gasped for air, he broke it under his nose and the blue gas was inhaled. He stayed crouched and lightly slapped the heaving man until he looked up. “Where’d you get the computer?”
His eyes were flashing, angry, but his mouth moved, seemingly by itself. “Down the corridor on the right, metal door.”
Tim smiled and stood. “See, that wasn’t hard.”
I dragged him with us until we reached the door and threw him at the code pad. “What’s the number?”
Raising a fist, he flipped the bird, but his mouth moved again to answer. “Six, four, eight, nine, seven, six, three.” Tim typed as he spoke and at the last number the door swung open. I tied the Rat King to a pipe and then, with Tim in trail, we took the computer and pushed in, finding what looked like a panic room, but with a desk and a docking station.
The computer clicked into place and after a second a green light lit on the station and the previously inaccessible files opened on the screen, but the victory only lasted a moment as the door behind us crashed closed and the laptop screen flickered and changed. Nygma!
Part Three - Playing by Someone Else’s Rules
Nygma’s smiling face filled the screen and he jigged up and down in pleasure. “Hello Bruce and, oh look, you brought a little friend with you. How nice.”
I said nothing, but scanned the room. Metal, built like a panic room, a stupid trap to fall into. There was nowhere for a camera, except in the laptop, and so I moved closer, blocking its field of view and gesturing low for Tim to start working on the door.
I kept my voice level and calm. “Hello Edward, all ready for your big day?”
He laughed. “Oh yes and it’s all thanks to you really, so I must make sure to give you a shout out in the speech. It’ll play well tomorrow when I am on all the news shows, giving sad soundbites to the morning shows about how tragic it is that my good friend Bruce Wayne died. But I bet it gives me a nice approval bump for my first week as mayor!”
“Kill me?” I chuckled. “You were sloppy enough that I found this place, you’ll have made a mistake somewhere else too, it’s just a matter of time before you go down, Nygma.”
His mouth twitched in irritation. “I can be the bigger man, Bruce, and admit that I am a little surprised that you found that hideout, I don’t suppose you’d like to share what led you there?”
A slight flash from behind me signalled Tim trying to cut his way through the door and I spoke slightly louder to hide any noise. “You’ll riddle it out eventually Edward.”
For a moment Nygma closed his eyes and rocked backwards, angry. “Always have to be the smartest man in the room, huh Bruce? Well…” He paused and his eyes moved up and to the right as he thought. “Well, uh, what did one leaf say to the other in September?”
The answer came to me and without answering I darted back, Tim was hunched at the door, using a small cutter to try to break the lock, but I knew what was coming. I grabbed his arm just as the floor gave way beneath us, Nygma’s voice screaming the answer.
“DON’T YOU JUST LOVE FALL?!”
Instinct kicked in and my hand flew to my waist, grabbing the grappling gun and firing it up, while pulling Tim to me with my other arm. It was no use, the grapple got no purchase and fell back; we’d been given the shaft by Nygma and it was smooth and metal, offering no purchase to grip to, no way to stop our fall.
In seconds we’d have passed beyond street level, but nowhere in Gotham was so deep that we could be falling for long. Tim was screaming, but I was calm, there was one option, but it was unproven under real world testing, but this seemed as good as any to start.
Three seconds, we’d impact soon and it was hard to find the right pouch, but at last my fingers clipped it open and pulled free the three containers within. I threw all three down below me as hard as I could and hoped it was soon enough.
The noise of their impact was just a split second before we hit and the wind was knocked from me, but it was not followed by the searing pain of broken legs. It had worked! A rapidly expanding layer of highly shock absorbing bubbles had exploded underneath us, slowing our descent at the last possible moment from deadly, to merely extremely painful. I made a mental note that field testing was successfully completed.
Somewhere beside me Tim had started to laugh, and for a moment I felt like joining him, but we needed to move. We’d fallen a long way and landed in what looked to be a section of the original Gotham sewers that had been long abandoned.
Tunnels stretched away on either side, but there was one thing that was not old, a small camera that followed our movement as I stood and walked towards it. Before I could climb the wall to reach it, there was a click and a familiar voice echoed into the darkness.
“Well, well, color me impressed, Bruce. It looks like another of your little toys managed to save your life again...for now. Unfortunately I’ve got a Mayoral Inauguration to attend, but you have fun down there and I’ll send someone to collect your corpses later tonight!”
His laughter echoed for a moment, but I had scaled the wall as he talked and with care, pulled the camera loose and dropped it into an evidence bag, for later analysis. Dropping to the floor I found that Tim had recovered from the fall and held two fly sized drones which he held against the pad on his arm for a moment and then released.
They streaked off in either direction, emitting a series of clicks and transmitting back a rudimentary 3D map to the screen. One met a dead end after just a moment, while the other streaked on until it found signs of upwards passages, but then suddenly disappeared.
We headed that way and the passage was rough underfoot, but easy enough until we reached an area where it widened out into an open area. Perhaps this had once been a sluice and a thick layer of mud still lay on the ground. Tim walked on, leaving footsteps in his wake, but something bothered me, something seemed… wrong.
“Off the ground, now!” Tim reacted perfectly, letting instinct guide his actions to immediately react, leaping up, one fluid motion pulling a grapple from his belt and attaching to the ceiling. Beneath him the mud had moved and I backed away towards the wall, hoping that what I was seeing was wrong, but knowing it was not.
I’d seen this before: a creature slaved to Cobblepot, made from mud and sand, but that creature was still in my posession, trapped in drums in one of the deeper areas of the base, could this be another one?
As if in answer to my question, the centre of the muddy pool began to rise, forming itself into a shape, somewhat humanoid, but dripping and vile. Tim flipped down, avoiding its touch and raced to my side.
“What the hell is it?” I was pleased to not hear fear in his words.
I pulled him back a little further. “It’s a creature with a body made from a kind of... clay; malleable, able to completely disassemble and reform. Don’t let it touch you.”
He looked up at me. “You’ve fought it before? What the hell is it?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes, but not this one, another… it’s not magical per-se, but my best hypothesis is that it’s some kind of golem formed from clay.”
Tim held my gaze. “Ooookay, so you’re serious, we’re fighting a Clayface.”
A thick trunk of clay slammed between us and we both jumped back. “Sure, if that helps you remember it.”
Tim flipped backwards, letting the probing clay pass by him on all sides as he spun to its other side. “Yeah, you know, I don’t think I’ll forget this one. So how do we stop it?”
Again, I reached for my belt. “Like this.”
The last time we had fought it had taken a canister of liquid nitrogen to stop it, prompting me to research endothermic reactions and produce tiny, yet powerful capsules that I had christened ‘endomite’. I swept a handful of them across the creature and each popped and immediately froze a chunk of the creature and dropped it to the ground.
Instead of stopping it though, it seemed to break apart further, enveloping the frozen parts and breaking them down, then splitting itself further into distinct chunks. “Robin, compartment four, full sweep.” I saw Tim’s hand move to his belt to pull his own complement of endomite, but Clayface had begun to merge into the ground, splitting into separate sections and disappearing.
We needed to be ready, he could come at us from any direction. I prepared my own endomite and stepped forward towards Robin, only to stumble on a kerb and fall to my knees, blinking in the sunshine as a red cape wrapped around my sides in the breeze.
Part Four - This Way Insanity
Robin, the underground attack, Clayface, all gone. The sun was high above, reflecting off the tall mirrored buildings that had to be Metropolis, but how?
“Oh boy, no need to bow to me.” I looked up and found a small humanoid creature floating in mid air a few feet above my head. Pushing from my knees I saw the boots first, red, then the tights, cape and… oh god, I was dressed as Superman.
Something moved in the corner of my eye and I dodged, letting a stream of pink material fly over my head, followed by a gout of flame. I spun to look and found myself directly in the path of… something.
A bizarre elongated creature was waddling along the pavement on strange webbed feet, others following behind it, walking up buildings and along them, sticking to walls easily like giant geckos.
Their odd snake-like bodies were topped at either end by heads, one similar to a lion, but with what appeared to be kazoos in place of the mane and the other resembling duck-billed platypuses which snorted small amounts of fire and candyfloss. The street was becoming simultaneously sticky and dangerously on fire as the sugar burned.
Whatever this was, I didn’t have time, I had my own monsters to fight. I looked back to the little creature and crossed my arms. "Who the hell are you and why are you doing this?"
"Candy-fire-billed-snake-a-lionzoos" the little creature smirked. "What, you've never seen one before?"
I darted back as some incendiary sugar was shot past at high speed, sticking to the side of a car like napalm. "So, let me guess, Superman got himself mixed up in some magic?"
"Myxed?" The imp collapsed into fits of giggles. “Well, I suppose that's fitting, but no, I'm not a cheap magician.” He pulled himself up several feet by his lapels. “I am am Mr. Mxyzptlk, a Fifth Dimensional Imp, and these are my playthings. It’s your job to wrangle them into that pen." He pointed towards an area of the sky which was bending and warping the buildings around it. "Only a black hole pen is good enough for my babies."
I looked to the creatures, then back to the Imp. "No."
"Wh... what?" Mr Mxyzptlk did a double take. "You've got to try, you always come up with some crazy way of doing whatever Superman can do." He leaned his chin against his chest and scowled down at me. "Admittedly this is a little harder than normal, but Superman wouldn't play, so I figured that you might be more fun."
I watched as one of the creatures browsed on a nearby newsstand, its body rippling with orange polka dots in pleasure as it consumed the corrugated iron frontage. "Magic, cross dimensional being, it's all the same. Send me back to where I was before. My friend is in danger and I have my own fight to be seeing to, I have no interest in yours.”
Mr. Mxyzptlk frowned and floated down towards me. He leaned in conspiratorially. “No, you see, I swapped you and Superman and he’s fighting your fight right now and you have to do his. It’s what we do and you always do well.”
I felt some small relief that Superman was with Tim, but I didn’t have time for this. Somewhere behind me there was a scream, but Mr Mxyzptlk didn’t look and so I ignored it. “No. I won't play for your entertainment. Swap us back now. I have better things to do with my time than entertain some silly little magician."
Mr. Mxyzptlk flushed red. “I will not be told that I am *the same as some charlatan who pulls squids from hats!"
I paused. “Squids? Squids? You mean rabbits?"
“Rabbits?" the Imp cried in confusion. "What kind of a backward dimension is it where you pull rabbits from a hat, the trick is a squid! What challenge is it to hide a rabbit in a hat, anyone could do that?"
“Batman?” Lois Lane barged into view, pushing the Imp to one side. “What’s going on? Where’s Superman?”
I turned to her, putting my back to Mr. Mxyzptlk. “If you trust this Imp, then right now he’s somewhere under Gotham.”
From somewhere in the distance there were screams, Lois looked up. “People are in trouble, aren’t you going to help?”
The Imp floated into view. “Yeah, see, Lois gets it! Go help!”
I moved slightly to keep my back to him and addressed Lois. “There’s no point. This creature is obviously playing with Superman and I, but he controls the game, so all we do by playing it is to give him what he wants.”
Lois looked behind her, as one of the creatures cocooned a bus in cotton candy. “You aren’t going to help?”
I pause for a moment, then sat down on a low wall nearby. “Mr. Mxyzptlk, whatever your game, I won’t play, I can’t play. You make up the rules and I bet you’ll change them if you want to. I don’t have time for this, so until you send me back, I am sitting right here.”
Mxyzptlk floated down, eye to eye and held my gaze. A minute passed, then two and at last he stamped his foot in the air. “You actually mean it.” He pulled a book from nothing and flipped through. On the spine I saw the title Bruce Wayne: A Life. “I guess you’re not like most of the rest…” He paused and snapped the book shut. “Least favourite Batman ever.”
I smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
For a moment he looked angry, then the world dissolved. Faintly I heard him muttering to himself as the scene changed in front of me “Bat-Mite it going to hate this.” Then Robin loomed into view.
“Bruce?” I was back, Robin was smiling and Clayface was frozen even more solidly than I had imagined the endomite would manage.
I reached out to touch him, to reassure myself I was back. “You okay?”
Tim beamed. “Oh man, it was the coolest!”
Part Five - At The End Of The Day.
Clark looked at plate of biscuits with suspicion. “And you say they’re considered treats in England?”
I shrugged. “So Alfred tells me.”
He cautiously bit one and chewed. “Why are they so dry? WHat happened to the ones he gave me before?” I shrugged, not wanting to admit that Alfred only brought those out for guests. He took a sip of coffee and carefully laid down the rest of the biscuit on the plate. “So how did it all end?”
“It’s…” I hesitated. “In containment.”
He smiled and then moved closer and sat near me. “Okay then. Look Bruce, I know you’ve always worked with your own team, but a threat like… ‘Clayface’, if I hadn’t had Robin to help then who knows what might have happened. Maybe it’s time we shared more than just the Justice League Mission Details?”
I paused, thinking of how I had kept the information even from Tim. “Perhaps. A League database could contain common threats, ensure we all know how to combat them.”
Clark beamed. “That’s the spirit, see, I knew you’d be on board.” He stood and walked towards the window. “Say, Clayface, that wasn’t part of something bigger was it? Everything else okay?”
The late edition of the Gotham Gazette sat on my desk, it had covered the Mayoral swearing in across the front page, Nygma’s face taking up the page, above a headline “FRESH START FOR GOTHAM”.
I shook my head. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
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2017.06.11 17:11 feedreddit BREAKING: TRUMP to delay UK trip -- FIRST IN PLAYBOOK: Aug. recess in jeopardy -- ISENSTADT: MITT shows signs of political revival -- SPOTTED at Mike Shields/Katie Walsh engagement party -- B’DAY: Greta van Susteren

BREAKING: TRUMP to delay UK trip -- FIRST IN PLAYBOOK: Aug. recess in jeopardy -- ISENSTADT: MITT shows signs of political revival -- SPOTTED at Mike Shields/Katie Walsh engagement party -- B’DAY: Greta van Susteren
by [email protected] (Daniel Lippman) via POLITICO - TOP Stories
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FIRST IN PLAYBOOK -- WE HEAR … There is a chance Congress will stay in session for part of August. There has been political pressure from some members of the House and Senate to stay in town and try to get some things done instead of take a five-week recess. The pressure will only increase if the Obamacare repeal and replace isn’t done in the next few weeks. Congress has just 27 days in session until the summer break. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise: many lawmakers have had to face angry constituents on trips home.
STATEMENTS FROM PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP from Trump National Golf Club in Bedminster, New Jersey -- at 8:22 a.m.: “The #FakeNews MSM doesn’t report the great economic news since Election Day. #DOW up 16%. #NASDAQ up 19.5%. Drilling & energy sector......way up. Regulations way down. 600,000+ new jobs added. Unemployment down to 4.3%. Business and economic enthusiasm way up- record levels!” … at 8:29 a.m.: “I believe the James Comey leaks will be far more prevalent than anyone ever thought possible. Totally illegal? Very ‘cowardly!’” … at 8:49 a.m.: “The Democrats have no message, not on economics, not on taxes, not on jobs, not on failing #Obamacare. They are only OBSTRUCTIONISTS!”
-- TWO QUICK THINGS: Many Democrats will privately agree with Trump that they oftentimes lack a coherent message. But Trump’s presidency has unified Democrats for the first time in a long time … Trump has majorities in the House and Senate, and he’s blaming Democrats for obstructing him.
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BREAKING OVERSEAS -- TRUMP PUTS OFF U.K. VISIT -- THE GUARDIAN: “Donald Trump’s state visit to Britain put on hold: U.S. president told Theresa May he did not want trip to go ahead if there were large-scale public protests”: “Donald Trump has told Theresa May in a phone call he does not want to go ahead with a state visit to Britain until the British public supports him coming. The U.S. president said he did not want to come if there were large-scale protests and his remarks in effect put the visit on hold for some time. The call was made in recent weeks, according to a Downing Street adviser who was in the room. The statement surprised May, according to those present.” http://bit.ly/2reskVQ
Good Sunday morning. Jake will be on Steve Hilton’s new Fox News show “The Next Revolution” live from Los Angeles tonight at 9 p.m. East Coast time.
TRUMP stopped by a wedding at his country club in New Jersey last night. http://bit.ly/2t98Uhy
YOU’LL HEAR THIS QUOTE A LOT -- Donald Trump Jr. on Fox News, via the Washington Post: “‘When he tells you to do something, guess what? There’s no ambiguity in it, there’s no, ‘Hey, I’m hoping,'’ Trump said. ‘You and I are friends: ‘Hey, I hope this happens, but you’ve got to do your job.’ That’s what he told Comey. And for this guy as a politician to then go back and write a memo: ‘Oh, I felt threatened.’ He felt so threatened -- but he didn’t do anything.’ Trump also said that Comey’s testimony ‘vindicated’ the president and that everything in it was ‘basically ridiculous.’” http://wapo.st/2t9eJf5
ALEX ISENSTADT in DEER VALLEY, UTAH -- “Romney stokes speculation he’s weighing another political run: The 2012 GOP nominee is plotting how to help Republicans in the midterms, and he’s being coy about his own political future”: “Mitt Romney is once again testing his political power — critiquing President Donald Trump, raising money and campaigning for fellow Republicans, and not ruling out another run for office for himself. The 2012 GOP nominee is returning to the spotlight, six months after Trump -- the man Romney once savaged as unfit for the presidency -- nearly picked him to be secretary of state. …
“Spencer Zwick, a longtime Romney adviser and political gatekeeper, said he’d been inundated with appeals from Republican candidates asking the former GOP nominee to help them. Last week, Romney held his first fundraiser for a 2018 hopeful, an event benefiting Arizona Sen. Jeff Flake, a Republican who has been fiercely critical of the president. Over the coming days, Romney is also expected to release a robo-call boosting Georgia Republican Karen Handel, who has been losing ground in a high-stakes June 20 special House election she had once been favored to win.
“‘All I can tell you is that the number of requests that Mitt has gotten in the last month to come to a district or to come to a state for a sitting senator — it’s like he’s a presidential candidate again, which I was surprised by,’ said Zwick, who doubles as a top political aide to House Speaker Paul Ryan. ‘There are only so many people in the party that can headline these things.’” http://politi.co/2rZkZ9X
-- THERE IS A BIG DIFFERENCE between Republicans wanting to take advantage of Romney’s fundraising prowess, and his running for office and garnering the support he needs to win.
SUNDAY BEST -- JOHN DICKERSON speaks with SEN. JAMES LANKFORD (R-OKLA.) on CBS’S “FACE THE NATION” -- DICKERSON: “On the question of influencing the investigation, again, thinking about the scale, on the one hand the president might have done something that was a little bit crossing a line but he’s a new guy to the job all the way to this question of obstruction of justice. Where do you put, knowing what you know about the president’s behavior, where do you put what he did on that scale?” LANKFORD: “I would say it’s very inappropriate. As Jim Comey said, it’s awkward to be able to have the president of the United States sitting down with someone in the F.B.I., the leadership of the F.B.I., to be able to have direct questions. And for the issue to come up about the Michael Flynn investigations, inappropriate. But the way that it was handled, with no follow-up, with no other press, with no other return to that topic, it looks like what I called a pretty light touch. If this is trying to interfere in a process of any investigation, it doesn’t seem like it was number one, very effective, and number two, came up more than once in a conversation. So this looks more like an inappropriate conversation than obstruction.”
-- SEN. JACK REED (D-R.I.) tells CHRIS WALLACE on “FOX NEWS SUNDAY” that Trump needs to be deposed on all Russia-related questions -- “[T]he deposition is not just about his conversations with Mr. Comey. There are issues with respect to his conversation with director of national intelligence Dan Coats, Admiral Rogers, the NSA director, his relationships with Manafort. By the time the special prosecutor Mr. Mueller is ready to depose or ask the president to speak under oath, there are a myriad of questions. So what I don’t want to see is simply, we’ll I just said I talk about Comey, I’m not talking about anything else. To resolve this situation he has to be prepared to speak on all these matters.”
-- PREET BHARARA speaks to GEORGE STEPHANOPOULOS on ABC’S “THIS WEEK” -- STEPHANOPOULOS: “The president’s defenders, like Alan Dershowitz, say there’s no grounds for obstruction. You talked about that. And he, in fact, says that presidents have the constitutional right to fire FBI directors and investigations as much as they want. One of the president’s attorneys, Jay Sekulow, is coming up next. He says there’s no there there, no basis for obstruction. You’re a former prosecutor. Are -- is there evidence there ... to begin a case for obstruction?” BHARARA: “I think there’s absolutely evidence to begin a case. I think it’s very important for all sorts of armchair speculators in the law to be clear that no one knows right now whether there is a provable case of obstruction. It’s also true I think from based on what I see as a third party and out of government that there’s no basis to say there’s no obstruction.”
-- SEN. SUSAN COLLINS (R-Maine) talks to BRIANNA KEILAR on CNN’s “STATE OF THE UNION” -- KEILAR: “I want to ask you about something the president has been cagey about, and that is these tapes, of course. So, I wonder if you would support issuing a subpoena to the White House. Right now, it’s just a request coming from Congress. Would you support issuing a subpoena for the recordings or any documents that might come from that?” COLLINS: “This is an issue that the president should have cleared up in his press conference. He should give a straight yes or no to the answer -- to the question of whether or not the tapes exist. And he should voluntarily turn them over not only to the Senate Intelligence Committee, but to the special counsel. So, I don’t think a subpoena should be necessary. And I don’t understand why the president just doesn’t clear this matter up once and for all.”
THE NEXT MAIN EVENT -- “Sessions will testify before Senate in Russia investigation,” by Kyle Cheney and John Bresnahan: “In a letter to his former colleagues in the House and Senate, Sessions canceled a planned appearance before Congress’ appropriations committees. Sessions said he instead plans to appear on Tuesday before the Intelligence panel to respond to questions stemming from FBI director James Comey’s bombshell testimony last Thursday. …
“If this is an open session ... Sessions will likely face a barrage of questions over his role in Comey’s dismissal, his independence from President Donald Trump, and allegations of additional unreported meetings with Russian Ambassador Sergey Kislyak. Sessions has already recused himself from the Russia probe after failing to tell the Senate Judiciary Committee during his confirmation of two meetings with Kislyak, and there have been reports of additional sessions.” http://politi.co/2rOVc5P
-- SEN. DIANNE FEINSTEIN (D-CALIF.) told Brianna Keilar on “State of the Union” that she didn’t know if the hearing will be open.
INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW -- “What’s next for Comey? Maybe law, corporate work, politics,” by AP’s Eric Tucker: “So what’s next for James Comey? The former FBI director boldly challenged the president who fired him, accused the Trump administration of lying and supplied material that could be used to build a case against President Donald Trump. But after stepping away from the Capitol Hill spotlight, where he’s always seemed comfortable, the 56-year-old veteran lawman now confronts the same question long faced by Washington officials after their government service.
“His dry quip at a riveting Senate hearing that he was ‘between opportunities’ vastly understates the career prospects now available to him — not to mention potential benefits from the public’s fascination with a man who has commanded respect while drawing outrage from both political parties.” http://apne.ws/2sQlkMb
EYE-POPPING NUMBERS FROM WAPO’S KAREN TUMULTY in SANDY SPRINGS, GEORGIA -- “Trump looms over Georgia special election, a proxy battle for 2018”: “It is an arms race of money and organization. The latest fundraising report, filed Thursday, showed Ossoff raising an additional $15 million in the past two months, nearly quadruple what Handel brought in. With outside groups weighing in, the race has thus far cost more than $40 million -- far outpacing the previous record for a congressional race of nearly $30 million for a Florida contest in 2012.
“Polls indicate there are few voters still undecided. ‘The next 10 days are about turning out the base. There are more of us than them in the district. The more people who vote, the better,’ said Corry Bliss, who heads the Congressional Leadership Fund, a super PAC affiliated with House Speaker Paul D. Ryan (R-Wis.). That organization alone plans to spend about $7 million in the race.” http://wapo.st/2rjhPM4
FASCINATING READ -- “Palantir goes from Pentagon outsider to Mattis’ inner circle,” by Jacqueline Klimas and Bryan Bender: “The Trump era has brought a change of fortune for a Silicon Valley software company founded by presidential adviser Peter Thiel — turning it from a Pentagon outcast to a player with three allies in Defense Secretary Jim Mattis' inner circle. At least three Pentagon officials close to Mattis, including his deputy chief of staff and a longtime confidante, either worked, lobbied or consulted for Palantir Technologies, according to ethics disclosures obtained by POLITICO. That’s an unusually high number of people from one company to have such daily contact with the Pentagon leader, some analysts say.
“It also represents a sharp rise in prominence for the company, which just months ago could barely get a meeting in the Pentagon. Last year, Palantir even had to go to court to force its way into a competition for a lucrative Army contract. Thiel was one of the only Silicon Valley titans to openly support Trump during the campaign, a role that gave him a prime speaking slot at last summer’s Republican convention. He has since acted as a key adviser arranging meetings among the president and other tech executives. While there's no evidence he had a direct hand in these specific Pentagon hires, analysts say they absolutely show his growing influence in the administration, where he holds no formal role.” http://politi.co/2sqMdbS
DEMOCRATS’ NEW PLAYBOOK -- “Democrats bet on Trump in Virginia governor’s race,” by Kevin Robillard: “Virginia’s Democratic primary on Tuesday is shaping up to be the first real test of liberalism in the Trump era, with both candidates lurching for increasingly leftward policies to position themselves in contrast with President Donald Trump. …
“Virginia’s gubernatorial elections often develop into contrasts with a new president, but there’s a stark difference between now and how Republican candidate Bob McDonnell handled then-President Barack Obama in 2009. While critical of the Obama's economic record, the future governor also regularly praised Obama for supporting school choice, straddling the partisan divide. The Democrats have felt no need to do the same with the less popular Trump, whose approval rating was at 36 percent in a recent Washington Post-George Mason University poll of Virginia.” http://politi.co/2rjHzYJ
THE LATEST ON HEALTH CARE -- “Fate of Planned Parenthood funding tied to Senate moderates,” by Jen Haberkorn: “Two female Senate Republicans could stop the anti-abortion movement from achieving its most significant win against Planned Parenthood in decades. Most Republicans want to eliminate the group’s $555 million in federal funding as part of their bill to repeal Obamacare. But as Majority Leader Mitch McConnell tries to solve the legislative Rubik’s Cube of finding 50 votes for repeal, he may have to drop the Planned Parenthood cut to win the support of the two Republican moderates, Sens. Susan Collins of Maine and Lisa Murkowski of Alaska.” http://politi.co/2sbbpTf
WHAT SILICON VALLEY IS READING -- “Uber Board to Discuss CEO Travis Kalanick’s Possible Leave of Absence: Board also set to vote on recommendations from a report of an investigation into workplace issues,” by WSJ’s Greg Bensinger: “Uber Technologies Inc. Chief Executive Travis Kalanick will discuss taking a possible leave of absence when the board of directors of the embattled ride-hailing company meets Sunday morning, according to a person familiar with the matter.
“Also on the agenda when the seven-person board convenes is a vote on a series of recommendations from a report prepared by former U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder regarding its workplace. It was uncertain whether Mr. Kalanick would ultimately take the leave or whether the board would approve of such a measure, which would require finding a temporary replacement in short order.” http://on.wsj.com/2r7Ram8
THE JUICE …
-- SPOTTED at Mitt Romney’s E2 Summit in Deer Valley, Utah: New Hampshire Gov. Chris Sununu, Spencer Zwick, Matt Waldrip, Corry Bliss, Speaker Paul Ryan, Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.), Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.), Kristen Soltis Anderson, Ron Kaufman, Rep. Jason Chaffetz (R-Utah), Anthony Scaramucci, Bianna Golodryga, Will Ritter, Mary Bono Mack, Lanhee Chen, Leah Malone and Andrew Liveris.
RIP -- @SecondLady: “Rest in peace Oreo. You touched a lot of hearts in your little life. Our family will miss you very much.” http://bit.ly/2sgQOxR
‘WORKFORCE DEVELOPMENT WEEK’ AT THE WHITE HOUSE -- “Donald and Ivanka Trump head to Wisconsin for jobs push,” by ABC News’ Jordyn Phelps: “President Donald Trump and his daughter Ivanka Trump are set to travel to Wisconsin Tuesday to join Gov. Scott Walker to tour a technical college, as the administration puts a renewed focus on its goal of job creation. The trip is just one event in a week full of activities built around promoting technical skills training and apprenticeships. [They are d]ubbing it ‘workforce development week’ ...
“The president is expected to make what the administration is billing as a ‘major policy speech’ at the Department of Labor on Wednesday, in which he’ll lay out steps the administration will take to encourage workforce development and also call for Congressional action. Ivanka Trump will also lead a roundtable with some 15 CEOs. On Thursday, the president will also host a roundtable discussion, where he will welcome eight governors from states with successful workforce development programs to the White House.” http://abcn.ws/2r7tOwT
THE NEW U.K. POLITICAL REALITY -- “For Britain, Political Stability Is a Quaint Relic,” by NYT’s Steven Erlanger in London: “In a little more than two years, Britain has had two general elections and a nationwide referendum. Each time, the politicians, pollsters, betting markets, political scientists and commentators have got it wrong.
“Once considered one of the most politically stable countries in the world, regularly turning out majority governments, Britain is increasingly confusing and unpredictable, both to its allies and itself. Far from settling the fierce divisions exposed by last year’s referendum on Britain’s exit from the European Union, or Brexit, the election on Thursday only made them worse.” http://nyti.ms/2shhy1i
-- THE POLITICO EUROPE TICK TOCK: “How Theresa May lost it: A reluctance to delegate, hubris and campaigning ineptitude ruined British prime minister’s grand plan to secure a mandate,” by Tom McTague, Charlie Cooper and Annabelle Dickson in London: “Halfway through Britain’s seven-week snap election campaign, some in Theresa May’s team came to the conclusion that they had a problem — the candidate. At a gathering of senior staff in Conservative campaign headquarters in central London, one of May’s top operatives told the sitting prime minister that she risked crashing and burning like Sarah Palin did in 2008. ... To the operative, May was overly controlling and her inexperience would tell during a short, intense campaign. May listened with good grace ... [but] changed nothing.” http://politi.co/2t8VuSG
ACTUAL FAKE NEWS – NYT A22, “A Pro-Trump Conspiracy Theorist, a False Tweet and a Runaway Story,” by Jeremy Peters: “A pro-Trump activist notorious for his amateur sleuthing into red herrings like the ‘Pizzagate’ hoax and a conspiracy theory involving the murder of a Democratic aide, Mr. Posobiec wrote on May 17 that Mr. Comey, the recently ousted F.B.I. director, had ‘said under oath that Trump did not ask him to halt any investigation.’ …
“But as the journey of that one tweet shows, misinformed, distorted and false stories are gaining traction far beyond the fringes of the internet. Just 14 words from Mr. Posobiec’s Twitter account would spread far enough to provide grist for a prime-time Fox News commentary and a Rush Limbaugh monologue that reached millions of listeners, forging an alternative first draft of history in corners of the conservative media where President Trump’s troubles are often explained away as fabrications by his journalist enemies.
“In this fragmented media environment, the spread of false information is accelerated and amplified by a web of allied activist-journalists with large online followings, a White House that grants them access and, occasionally, a president who validates their work. The right-wing media machine that President Bill Clinton’s aides once referred to as ‘conspiracy commerce’ is now far more mature, extensive and, in the internet age, tough to counter.” http://nyti.ms/2sbduPm
DEEP DIVES -- NYT A1, “Opioid Dealers Embrace the Dark Web to Send Deadly Drugs by Mail: Anonymous online sales are surging, and people are dying. Despite dozens of arrests, new merchants — many based in Asia — quickly pop up,” by Nathaniel Popper (print headline: “Drug Trade Rises in Dark Corners of the Internet”): “As the nation’s opioid crisis worsens, the authorities are confronting a resurgent, unruly player in the illicit trade of the deadly drugs, one that threatens to be even more formidable than the cartels. The internet. In a growing number of arrests and overdoses, law enforcement officials say, the drugs are being bought online. Internet sales have allowed powerful synthetic opioids such as fentanyl — the fastest-growing cause of overdoses nationwide — to reach living rooms in nearly every region of the country, as they arrive in small packages in the mail.” http://nyti.ms/2t91CdL
--“China’s New Bridges: Rising High, but Buried in Debt: China has built hundreds of dazzling new bridges, including the longest and highest, but many have fostered debt and corruption,” by NYT’s Chris Buckley: “The eye-popping structures have slashed travel times in some areas, made business easier and generated a sizable slice of the country’s economy, laying a foundation, in theory at least, for decades of future growth. But as the bridges and the expressways they span keep rising, critics say construction has become an end unto itself. Fueled by government-backed loans and urged on by the big construction companies and officials who profit from them, many of the projects are piling up debt and breeding corruption while producing questionable transportation benefits.” http://nyti.ms/2t9er7I
BONUS GREAT WEEKEND READS, curated by Daniel Lippman:
--“Bob Dylan’s Nobel Lecture”: “Some of these same things have happened to you. You too have had drugs dropped into your wine. You too have shared a bed with the wrong woman. You too have been spellbound by sweet voices with strange melodies. You too have come so far and have been so far blown back.” http://bit.ly/2rULMnO
--“How the D-Day Invasion Was Planned” – in the August 1944 issue of Popular Mechanics: “Every one of the thousands of men landed in France required about 10 ship tons of overall equipment, and an additional ship ton every 30 days. The number of separate items needed was about a million. Some of these million items had to be accumulated in millions, resulting in astronomical totals.” http://bit.ly/2smaY97
--“Eternal Champions,” by Sam Borden in ESPN: “Seven months ago, Brazilian underdogs Chapecoense boarded a plane to play in the game of their lives. Instead, their biggest moment turned into a tragedy no one can forget.” http://es.pn/2r9Y3aB (h/t Longform.org)
--“Inside Trump’s secretive immigration court: far from scrutiny and legal aid,” by The Guardian’s Oliver Laughland in Jena, Louisiana: “[T]he remote LaSalle detention facility is part of Trump’s attempt to fast-track deportations. A visit reveals a hastily arranged setup beset by flaws.” http://bit.ly/2scNvHQ
--“Rolling Stone at 50: How Hunter S. Thompson Became a Legend,” by Patrick Doyle in Rolling Stone – per The Browser’s description: “Sports Illustrated asked Hunter S. Thompson for 250 words about a Las Vegas motorbike race. He gave them 2,500 words — and when they spiked the piece he took it to Rolling Stone, which wanted more. The result was Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, published in 1971. Thompson’s coverage of the 1972 presidential campaign ‘reshaped what it meant to write about politics’. But ‘getting work out of him was becoming difficult”. Editing him ‘was a bit like being a cornerman for Ali.’” http://rol.st/2smiHEk
--“Weddings of the 0.01 Percent,” by Julia Rubin in Racked: “Cristal! Caviar! Chris Martin! How the rich (and sometimes famous) get married.” http://bit.ly/2smtvCz
--“The truth about tarot,” by James McConnachie in Aeon Magazine: “Whether divining ancient wisdoms or elevating the art of cold reading, tarot is a form of therapy, much like psychoanalysis.” http://bit.ly/2sL1XDY (h/t ALDaily.com)
--“The Worst Ever First Day on the Job -- Punching In: My Life as a Long Haul Trucker,” by Finn Murphy in Literary Hub: “Moving companies perform four categories of moving work: local, commercial, long-distance, and international. Callahan’s work was mostly local moving, loading up someone’s house in the morning and then unloading in the afternoon at the new house. It takes the greatest toll on the body because you are handling stuff every working day. It’s the local stuff that eventually kills you or drives you to drink; more commonly, both.” http://bit.ly/2s4Nuoy
--“There Were Once Jews Here,” by Lucette Lagnado, author of “The Man in the White Sharkskin Suit: A Jewish Family’s Exodus from Old Cairo to the New World,” in Tablet Magazine: “During the Six-Day War, some of the Arab countries at war with Israel -- Egypt, Tunisia, Libya -- treated their Jewish populations terribly, causing them to leave en masse.” http://bit.ly/2t92OOk ... $10.01 on Amazonhttp://amzn.to/2sbmAeT
--“Dear Brazilian Government, Thanks for the Contracts,” by Michael Smith, Sabrina Valle, and Blake Schmidt on the cover of Bloomberg Businessweek: “There’s graft, and then there’s the graft machine perfected by Odebrecht, one of the world's biggest construction companies.” https://bloom.bg/2rOEHqr … The coverhttp://bit.ly/2rjKL6H
--“‘Kill them, kill them, kill them’: the volunteer army plotting to wipe out Britain’s grey squirrels,” by Patrick Barkham in The Guardian: “The red squirrel is under threat of extinction across Britain. Their supporters believe the only way to save them is to exterminate their enemy: the greys. But are they just prejudiced against non-native species?” http://bit.ly/2re8OE6
--“This County Switched From Backing Obama to Trump. Here’s What Happened,” by Josh Siegel in The Daily Signal: “In 1980, manufacturing jobs comprised 38 percent of all jobs in Coos [New Hampshire]. In 2014, only 7 percent of jobs in the county were in manufacturing. Payroll wages from manufacturing have dropped from 49 percent to 9 percent since the mid-1980s.” http://bit.ly/2sL2A0v
SPOTTED: Secretary of Homeland Security John Kelly enjoying “DHS Night” Friday night at the Nats game along with members of DHS’ workforce – pic http://bit.ly/2rjyfUM... Anson Kaye, partner at GMMB, in New Orleans last night, accepting a Gold ADDY award (and also a Mosaic Award) for the ad “Mirrors” (http://bit.ly/2sbAIEM) he created for Hillary for America
SPOTTED at State Department senior White House adviser Matt Mowers’ birthday party at Wet Dog Tavern last night (which coincidentally also hosted RNC alum Anna Epstein’s birthday party at the same time): Cassie Spodak, Ryan Williams, Zeke Miller, Ben Sparks, Jill Barclay, Phil Elliott, Ethan Zorfas, Ben DeMarzo, Maren Kasper, Michael Kratsios, Kailani Koenig, Tom Dickens, Elise Dietsch Dickens, Eric Jones, Alan He, Andy Polesovsky, Corey Ershow, Kelly Klass, Britt Carter.
SHIELDS/WALSH ENGAGEMENT PARTY -- THE BRITISH EMBASSY hosted an engagement party last night for Mike Shields, former RNC chief of staff and founder and partner at Convergence Media and Katie Walsh, former WH deputy chief of staff and former RNC chief of staff who is now senior advisor at America First Policies. Amb. Kim Darroch toasted the pair and called them the “ultimate political couple” and told the crowd how the couple got engaged in the Cabinet Room at 10 Downing Street, where the prime minister has met with his or her cabinet every week for 250 years. He also needled Mike, who has a British mother and is a big soccer fan, for supporting Ipswich, who he cast as much inferior to Chelsea in the Premier League. The food at the party included: herb-crusted fillet of lamb, goat’s cheese and beetroot, terrine of pork, and chili shrimp while desserts included mini Bakewell tart, strawberry tartlet and passion fruit mousse. Pics of the couplehttp://bit.ly/2sbk3Bphttp://bit.ly/2saWbhk … Reince Priebus taking a pic of the couple as they thanked friends for coming http://bit.ly/2rOGmfz … The crowdhttp://bit.ly/2rOzjDs
SPOTTED: Reince and Sally Priebus, Sean and Rebecca Spicer, Steven Mnuchin and his chief of staff Eli Miller chatting on a walk around the gardens of the embassy, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Rob and Cindy Simms, Cara Mason, Jessica Ditto, Sarah and Dave Armstrong, Tim Pataki, Richard Walters, Rob Jesmer chatting with Sean Cairncross (Sean and Rob have been friends since they were 5 years old growing up in Minnesota), Brian O. Walsh, Josh Pitcock, Mike’s 15-year-old son Aidan Shields-Eads, Molly Donlin, Steven Law, Sam Feist, Mike Allen, Andrew Bremberg, Lew Eisenberg, Madeleine Westerhout, Johnny DeStefano, Renee Hudson, Michael Hoare, Lindsay Walters, Vanessa Morrone and Mike Ambrosini, Zach and Mallory Hunter.
ENGAGED --Andrew Feldman, principal of the progressive communications firm Feldman Strategies, proposed to his longtime girlfriend Megan Salzman Saturday night during Country Music Fest in Nashville. Megan is a communications manager at the early education advocacy group The First Five Years Fund. “Andrew and Megan met on OKCupid nearly four and a half years ago. Andrew points out that the ring has extra significant because the center stone was Megan’s mother’s engagement stone and she is no longer with us.” Pics http://bit.ly/2r7KrIZ ... http://bit.ly/2rOFJTb … The ringhttp://bit.ly/2rjzLGh
-- Jessica Huff, social media director for McClatchy in Dallas and a Politico alum, and Spenser Walters, an area sales rep for Duvel USA, got engaged on Friday night in Austin, Texas. She emails us: “We met in college at UT-Austin after he came back from Afghanistan. He was serving in the Marines. We had the same group of friends but I hadn’t met him yet since he was overseas. Once he was back, one of our first dates was at a restaurant in the hill country in Texas overlooking the lake, and so while visiting Austin he took me back there and proposed during sunset. It’s a very special place to us so it was perfect!” Picshttp://bit.ly/2shqCmX … The ringhttp://bit.ly/2t9rnKO
WEEKEND WEDDINGS -- Travis Considine, communications manager at Uber Texas and a John McCain and Rick Perry alum, married Morgan Smith, a reporter with The Texas Tribune, on Saturday evening at the San Antonio Museum of Art. Guests enjoyed a bluegrass band and flawless weather at the outdoor ceremony and reception. Pichttp://bit.ly/2t9jc1c … Travis’ speechhttp://bit.ly/2sQLqi2
SPOTTED: Tucker and Alexia Bounds, Brittany Bramell, Trevor Theunissen, Chris Miller, Allie Brandenburger and Ryan Mahoney, Kevin Benacci, Emily Ramshaw, Matt and Jen Hirsch, Evan Smith, Perrylanders Rob Johnson, Mark Miner, and Andy Hemming.
OBAMA ALUMNI – Meredith Carden, head of partnerships at Sidewire, got married this weekend to Micah Fergenson, law clerk at U.S. Court of Appeals for the Second Circuit, in a small ceremony at Four Follies Farm in Tiverton, Rhode Island. The couple first met in 2009 when they were working for President Obama. Micah worked in the WH Counsel’s Office, and Meredith worked for FLOTUS in the East Wing. They lost touch, but were reintroduced by a mutual friend in 2015. Pichttp://bit.ly/2sb3PIq
--“Lily Rothman, Elihu Dietz” – N.Y. Times: “Ms. Rothman, 31, is the history and archives editor at Time magazine, overseeing its history coverage, Life.com and the magazine’s digital archive. She also wrote ‘Everything You Need to Ace American History in One Big Fat Notebook.’ She graduated magna cum laude from Yale and received a master’s degree in journalism from the City University of New York. ... Mr. Dietz, 32, is a candidate for a master’s degree in environmental management at the Nicholas School of the Environment at Duke, where he studies the integration of renewable energy into the grid. He graduated from St. John’s College in Santa Fe, N.M. ... The groom is a great-great-grandson and a namesake of Elihu Root, who was President Theodore Roosevelt’s secretary of state and the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1912. He is also a direct descendant of President Ulysses S. Grant. The couple met on a blind date arranged by friends in Brooklyn in 2011.” With pic http://nyti.ms/2rZpO2N
--“Alison Kenworthy, Michael Koenigs”: “The bride and groom work at ABC News in New York, where they met. She is a news producer for ‘Good Morning America.’ He is a senior coordinating producer, creating content that is used on-air and on the website. He was also the host of ‘Election Cycle,’ a series in 2016 that featured him bicycling through swing states and interviewing voters along the way. The bride, 33, graduated from Rutgers. ... Mr. Koenigs, 30, graduated cum laude from Harvard.” With pichttp://nyti.ms/2t8GB2L
--“Julia Pudlin, David Wishnick”: “Ms. Pudlin, 32, worked until earlier this year at the United States Treasury Department as a deputy executive secretary in the chief of staff’s office and a senior adviser to the general counsel. On July 10 she is to begin working as the assistant deputy general counsel for government investigations at Comcast in Philadelphia. She graduated summa cum laude from Yale, and received a law degree magna cum laude from the University of Pennsylvania. ... Mr. Wishnick, also 32, was until recently an associate in the Washington office of Jenner & Block, a Chicago law firm. On July 12 he is to begin a fellowship, conducting research in contract law, at the University of Pennsylvania Law School. He graduated magna cum laude from Brown, and received a law degree from Yale. ... The couple met in April 2013 through the dating app Hinge.” With pichttp://nyti.ms/2rOZSIV
--“Victoria St. Martin, Richard G. Jones”: “The bride, 36, is a general assignment reporter on the local desk of The Washington Post. She graduated from Rutgers and received a master’s degree in journalism from American University. ... The groom, 46, is to become the director of the journalism program at Notre Dame. Until recently, he was an associate editor in news administration for The New York Times, as well as the director of the newspaper’s Student Journalism Institute. He graduated from the University of Delaware and has a master’s degree in journalism from Columbia. ... The couple were introduced in 2006 by a mutual friend in Yardley, Pa.” With pichttp://nyti.ms/2rOtYMA
BIRTHDAYS: Greta Van Susteren, the pride of Appleton, Wisconsin (hat tip: Tammy Haddad) ... Tad Devine, the pride of Providence who lives on Block Island, is 62 ... Kim Oates of the House Radio/TV gallery … Carrie Budoff Brown’s older sister, Jennifer Budoff, budget director for the D.C. City Council ... former Rep. Charles Rangel (D-N.Y.) is 87 … Lindsey Williams Drath ... Jennifer Rubin ... Michael Timmeny, SVP for government and community relations at Cisco ... Jeremy Ben-Ami, president at J Street (h/ts Jon Haber) ... POLITICO’s Reid Pillifant, Emily Dobler and Juliette Medina ... South Dakota Gov. Dennis Daugaard is 64 ... Treasury alum David Cohen ... TJ Adams-Falconer, associate director of external affairs at Axios ... Rep. Mike Conaway (R-Tex.) is 69 ... Cesar Gonzalez, COS for Rep. Mario Diaz-Balart ... former Rep. Rick Renzi (R-Ariz.) is 59 ... DNC comms staffer and former HRC campaign media booker Lucas Acosta (h/t Crystal Carson) ...
... Will Rahn, managing editor for politics at CBS News digital, is 3-0 ... Jessica Franks, gov’t affairs representative for Halliburton ... Politico Europe’s Tanit Parada Tur ... Chris Campbell, Republican staff director at Senate Finance ... Kristina Edmunson ... Rachel Ruskin ... Obama alum Jonathan McBride, now a managing director at BlackRock … Mike Schoenfeld, the Blue Devils’ master of public affairs/Duke’s other Mike … Betsy Gotbaum, former NYC public advocate, is 79 ... Matt Chaban, policy director at Center for an Urban Future ... Mary Kate Cunningham ... Salesforce’s Tom Gavin, an Obama WH OMB alum … Michael Froehlich ... Caroline Barker ... Matthew Campbell ... Vanessa Chan, corporate comms. at Facebook ... Kelly Danielka Peirson ... Google’s Ramya Raghavan ... Tom Alexander, COO at 1871 Chicago and a Rahm alum ... Jacque Vilmain, the pride of Eagle Grove, Iowa(h/t Teresa) ... animal rights activist Ingrid Newkirk is 68 ... Power Playbooker Dr. Oz is 57 ... actor Hugh Laurie is 58 ... Shia LaBeouf is 31 (h/ts AP)
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