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You’re right on all of this, of course. It was a rather unserious idea. However, my comment stemmed from a “NATO expert’s” commentary in a television discussion. (I don’t recall who it was, but someone I’ve regarded as very knowledgeable. I know, great documentation I have here, isn’t it?) He did discuss putting pressure on Orban and Erdogan to accept it. Anyway, highly impractical.

Yep, used to go with a best friend back in the 80's.

It was ten years ago dude

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"Trust, but verify," has a funny and ironic history turns out. Often attributed to Regan, who popularized it, but was quoting a Russian proverb to the communists. [think before following links] https://www.rbth.com/lifestyle/330521-reagan-trust-but-verify-chernobyl And i found this usage of modicum that also turns out to be fun... and in keeping with the situation: Mod·i·cum /ˈmädəkəm/ noun 1.a small quantity of a particular thing, especially something considered desirable or valuable: "his statement had more than a modicum of truth" my take on MGT is she is republican through and through, and that she is also a politician angling for power. i think she's doing a pretty good job of appearing to be loyal to trump by blaming his advisors for things she disagrees with, so she can play both sides, and preserves support of her constituency. i attribute most of her 'trustworthiness' to her play to preserve and advance her own power. Kinda cynical of me, but i trust she is doing some of what's right because she wants to be in it for the long haul and knows trump and those who support his policies are going hurt a lot of her voters.

@hntnhole FYI: good article today from BBC on Trump admin's financial support to Argentina. Summary: work-in-progress despite their spin. And a fair question should be asked of Trump and Bessent, so TARP wasn't a "bailout" then? [think before following links] https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c4g3mdvle78o

I too am surprised by what appears to be a streak of courage running down her back. I wouldn't go so far as to use your choice of noun regarding her, but then you're a most generous guy. I like that old saying "trust, but verify", and while she's definitely on the right track lately, I haven't forgotten how she's been beating the wrong drum for so long. Question: just how small is a "modicum" ? If it could fit in a thimble, maaaybe I could say I "trust (but verify)" her ... depending on when she's up for re-election. Thanks for sharing that clip; I'd only seen bits and pieces in the major media so far.

First time with condom but had my first raw breeding with poppers and T with an older guy in his 40’s when I’m still in high school last time. It ended up getting me addicted with raw bareback breeding , tried couple few times with condoms on hook up after that but it’s just made me feel totally not enough to fulfill me. So I straight started going for raw bareback mostly after that l.

Great stories, and they have something in common: #1: It's not productive in any way for one guy in a committed, monogamous relationship to think he can simply ignore/forget/disavow his true nature. #2: That fact results in carrying guilt, shame, even embarrassment at his lack of willpower. #3: #'s 1 & 2 result in a fracture - even if the "cheated-on' partner remains unaware - which begins to gnaw at the foundation of the relationship - even if the unaware partner remains blissfully ignorant. The "cheater" feels guilty, becomes more distant, begins to withhold the fullness of his being, and the "cheated-on" partner will sense that. He may not understand why, and begin to withdraw emotionally as well. The act of taking anonymous loads in fuckjoints like the above-described is an act of self-affirmation, it's an act, a demonstration of who and what he really is. Who he simply needs to be. Thus, if the relationship was founded upon the sand of dishonesty (however well-meaning), eventually the relationship will be damaged, even if the cheated-on partner never finds out. It's the guilt that one guy feels for being the man he simply is. A raven cannot simply will himself to be a bluebird, when foundational human sexuality is in question. Cumdumps are to be upheld, reinforced, celebrated in celebrating their truth. It's simply not reasonable for a raven to be expected to turn himself into a bluebird or anything else. That's an act of denial of one's core of being; attempting to become that which he most certainly is not. We cannot simply change our very nature, we can only celebrate it with a life-partner who upholds his loved-one's thirst. Thus, having that conversation - however long it takes - prior to establishing the relationship - is crucial to the life and depth of the relationship. Avoiding our truth when considering a close relationship with a lover, partner, husband, whatever is planting a time-bomb with a loooong fuse into the bedrock of that relationship. For Heaven's Sake .... be open and honest about all the things you have to offer, all the things you want, including your sexual needs - desires - fantasies - requirements beFORE establishing a committed relationship. Even if that disclosure ends the prospect, that's better then hurting the prospective partner. Take all the precautions against disease if you need to. Delineate certain times or places or circumstances if you need to. Just share the wholeness of your life. At the very least, the prospective partner deserves to know them all - each guy deserves to know something that special. And, if it doesn't work out, at least ones integrity remains intact. There are tons of men who adore cumdumps, and one of them will fill all the shoes, including the big black boots.

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Chapter 17: I Don’t Know Why the Caged Bird Screams Quarantine Camp. Building 4, Hot Labs. 13:18 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The air in the lab was sterile as the hum whine of filtration units in the mobile hot lab droned on, only broken up by the buzzing of fluorescent lights. Tex adjusted the focus of the electron microscope, bleary-eyed after looking at yet another sample before finally he let out a triumphant yell. On the screen, floating around in rapid speed was what he was looking for: a random, almost alien-looking virus particle, darting around with alarming speed, infecting each cell. “Gotcha, you slimy little bug,” he said, grinning, watching in almost awe at how fast it was moving and replicating. Behind him, several test tubes continued to spin in the centrifuge with a low whir. Getting up and stretching, he wished he wasn’t still in the safety suit, groaning as his spine let out several pops. The computer beside him let out a loud beep and he rushed over, reading the various red flags on the rapid sequencer, grabbing his laptop and beginning to type. Sample: Patient 1-B, Matrix: Plasma (EDTA) Interpretation: - Lentivirus backbone (HIV-1–like). Inserted polymerase gene and regulatory motifs resembling Marburg virus. No known reference match; highly unusual recombinant event. Phenotypic characteristics unknown; pathogenic potential unclear. Suggested Action: - Forward to BSL-4 reference laboratory? Restrict sample handling; trigger biohazard alert? Exhausted and ready for a break, he trudged over to the antechamber, quickly sterilizing and doffing his equipment, intent on getting some food in him. After several minutes, he was done and walked over to his makeshift workspace, looking through several of the printouts. As Tex further recorded his findings, an approaching commotion was heard. Turning around to see what it was, Tex silently stood as he watched a sick-looking man in a white labcoat and paper face mask being guided into the room, his hands gloved in sterile white latex. “Guided” wasn’t quite the word for it - it was more of an escorting by two armed military grunts as they walked behind him. “Take your damn guns off me,” the sick man spat. “I gave you my word I won’t attempt to escape.” “For the last time, Doctor Grant, it’s Krell’s orders,” one of the grunts said. “This is where you’ll be working. I suggest you make yourself comfortable.” “They fired my ass, I don’t need to be here. I don't know anything about this project!” The same grunt raised his weapon at the doctor. “Now. We won’t tell you again.” Dr. Grant just stared at them, silently resentful. “All right already,” he said quietly. “Just… please lower your guns, and leave a sick grieving man in peace.” The grunt lowered his firearm, and left with the other one, wordlessly. So this is Doctor Grant… Tex thought. I wonder what Eli was able to get out of him. Tex cheerfully closed the distance between himself and Dr. Grant, and extended his hand in greeting. “Howdy! So this is the famous Doctor Clark Grant I’ve been hearing so much about. Pleased to meet you, I’m Lieutenant Tobias Vahn,” he said, laying on the Texan accent in hopes of disarming Dr. Grant. “I’m a virologist and —” Dr. Grant gave a helpless stare at Tex’s outstretched hand, and finally raised his eyes to meet Tex’s. “Let me save you some trouble - I’m not here to make friends. Helixion fired me, and I don’t know anything about this project, and I’m not interested in meeting new people. I just want to go home and be sick.” Tex stood blinking in astonishment, and let his hand fall back to his side. “Well. It seems to me you're stuck here regardless of your personal feelings, and I could use another set of hands. At least let me show you what we’ve been working on and get you up to speed. Your insight as a doctor will be valuable to me.” Tex returned to his workspace, and with a light gesture, he motioned for Dr. Grant to follow. Dr. Grant gave him a flat look, but said nothing. “I went ahead and ran a fell cell culture and electron microscopy in the hot lab, as you can see here in my research. Personally, I have no idea what this could be. At first you can see that it vaguely resembles a lentivirus, but… when I ran it through the NGS, it… well, it doesn’t really make sense. It’s popping up all sorts of things, like SIVcpz, HIV-1 group M, but here’s the weird part. See the RNA polymerase? It’s more filovirus-like.” “This is quite the nasty bug,” Tex concluded. “All sorts of shit that I have never seen before in any labs or simulations. I thought you guys only ran a BSL-3 here tops?” “Yes, but we’re in the works for getting BSL-4 certification on one of our new labs,” Dr. Grant answered with disinterest, his eyes not really focused on one particular thing. “This is likely an emerging disease, not from here. It could completely change the world if it got out of control.” “Just a boatload of things that shouldn’t ordinarily be in here, but there they are.” Tex peered again down at the screen to marvel at the sample one more time. After a few seconds, he said without looking up, “These buggers are admirably adapted to hijacking the human immune system. I mean look at this thing. It’s definitely spherical with an enveloped dense core, but it also has these filamentous parts here like Marburg or Ebola… I truly don’t know what to make of it. So I want to try something out of left field here. Let’s run an Elisa and Western Blot to be sure it's not a false positive for HIV in the sequencer. See if we have any antibodies we can look into.” Dr. Grant hesitated before answering. “That would be a waste of time. We didn’t work with HIV in this project.” Tex processed the declaration, and then turned to look into Dr. Grant’s face. “I thought you said you didn’t know anything about what was going on here.” Dr. Grant froze up, realizing he just got caught in a lie. He fumbled to respond and said, “I… I just don’t think that’s what this is. That’s so basic, and viruses just don’t work that way.” “I think you’re wrong,” Tex answered firmly. “This bug has been spread almost entirely by sexual contact with a patient, and it changes the body so rapidly and drastically. I think that classifies it as a sexually transmitted infection.” “Sexually … transmitted…” Dr. Grant let the words trail off feebly. How the fuck does he know that? “So how can you know what not to look for, Dr. Grant?” Tex removed his latex gloves with a loud snap. “Read my notes so far, and do a little observation for yourself, doctor. You’ll see I’m right. I’m going to go find something to eat. I’m starved. Can’t wage war on an empty stomach!” Dr. Grant could only scowl as he watched Tex pitch his gloves into a receptacle bin and exit the room. —---------- Meanwhile, in a containment room “Are all the seals in place?” “Yes, General.” “Good. Proceed.” While all four patients were sedated, General Krell had them removed from their individual containments and placed into the same space together. Jack and Beau had been placed on one side while Zero and the smiler were on the other. All were completely undressed and without the support of any machines or wires or tubes, and could freely move about the large chamber. But they were not free to leave - Krell had insisted that they all remain behind glass, and for the safety of all the medical staff and security, all the personnel would keep at a distance for observation behind their own protective glass. He had previously considered watching from the safety of a secure office on a monitor, but morbid curiosity made him want to see the action in person. Jack was the first to awaken. He sat up slowly, his head throbbing from too much medication and the exhaustion of the past week as well as being severely malnourished. His vision was unfocused, and he wiped his face several times before he realized he was still in a glass chamber. Only this wasn’t his own isolated space - he was now sharing one with three other bodies. His heart jumped in terror when he recognized the sleeping form of a smiler just on the other side of the chamber, along with a short muscular man who was also just coming out of his sedation. His face was familiar, but Jack couldn’t place where he’d seen it before. In the fluorescent light of the chamber, the features were likely to be distorted somewhat. It wasn’t the lighting that made Zero look so alien - his conversion had completed, and he now resembled the other smilers. Turning to his opposite side, Jack observed the guard from last night lying next to him; he was sweating profusely. Beau was in mid-transformation, but appeared to be stuck at one stage of the development as if his body was fighting what was happening to him. Jack recoiled in horror, and scurried backwards until he found a wall. A voice suddenly boomed in the chamber. “You’re finally awake,” Krell’s voice intoned. The sound caused the others to awaken and take in their new surroundings. “NO!” Jack screamed. “NO! You can’t make me one of them! Don’t do this to me! I can’t stand it! Please don’t slime me anymore!” He covered his face with his hands. — Zero sat up groggily. “Wwwwhere ammmm Iiiii…?” As his vision came into focus, he could see other bodies moving near him, and the intense vocaliziation of Jack grated on his ears. “Shut up already!” Zero yelled, his voice almost a growl as he covered his ears and shut his eyes. Then he realized he had been stripped down to nothing, and his whole body looked and felt different. The skin had turned to the sickly shade of grey, the muscles were greatly defined, and Zero could only imagine what his face looked like. He examined his right arm, and found the puncture spot where Krell had injected him hours earlier. I’ve been made one of them, he realized. Krell did this. That unimaginable bastard. The smiler next to him awoke, and began moving its limbs. It appeared to be disoriented, as if it had suffered a great injury recently, and quickly checked itself for signs of damage to the physical body. It was then he turned to his left, and saw Zero - he recognized a new brother and grinned evilly. Then it turned its attention to Jack. There. One who isn’t afflicted. Wait, that’s…! The smiler turned back to Zero, who was looking to him for guidance. “No. Do not go to him. That one is off limits.” Zero cocked his head to the side, wondering greatly what the smiler meant, and why he should keep distance from Jack. Meanwhile, Jack was keeping his back as close to the wall as possible, and curled himself up into a ball as much as he could, quaking with fear and dreadful anticipation. Beau remained almost paralyzed on the hard floor of the chamber. The harsh lights hurt his eyes, and he felt like he could retch any second. Breathing had become labored, and the most he could do was watch as Zero and the smiler came ever closer to him in a hazy vision. The unnamed smiler came to one side of Beau, and Zero on the other, both on their knees as they moved toward him. The smiler took one look at Beau, and recognized him as the man he tried to convert last night. But the transformation hadn’t taken hold completely - Beau’s system was fighting it, and it looked like it was quite a fight. His body was covered from head to toe in sweat, and his eyes were dilated. “Please don’t kill me,” Beau managed to squeak out. “Want to live. See… my family.” Zero looked into Beau’s face, and then to his companion with alarm. “You won’t die,” the smiler whispered to him. “It hurts at first, but once you give in, it will all be worth it.” The unnamed smiler, being the more experienced in the chamber, took charge. “You, newbie. Spit in his face.” “Huh?” Zero didn’t understand the instruction. “We have to sedate him so he doesn’t fight us.” Zero didn’t fully understand, but hocked back, and spat an impressive loogie on Beau’s face. It landed on his right cheek, and wasn’t quite what he anticipated. Instinctively, Zero raised his hand, and gently smeared it around Beau’s face. Beau resisted, but in his weakened state, the resistance was over before it began. Already his face was flushed, and the toxins from Zero’s spit began their processes. “Hit him again.” Zero raised his hand again, misunderstanding the order, and made to smack Beau in the face with his fist, but the smiler stopped his hand. “No. More spit. You didn’t use enough.” Zero lowered his hand slowly. This time, Zero positioned his head over Beau, and drooled a thin sheet of saliva over him, completely coating his head. “Very good. Now… where were we?” Krell’s voice rang again in the chamber. “No! One of you on each man!” Zero and the smiler both looked at Jack, who was still curled up in the fetal position, and trying to protect himself. Then Zero returned to look at the smiler companion, puzzled. “Why can’t we touch him?” “Boss’s orders,” the smiler answered. “Besides, he smells off. And we have unfinished business with this one here.” Slowly the two began to strip Beau as naked as they were, Zero’s heart pounding with dread and excitement. His now much larger cock plumped and the veins took on a more blacking appearance as the smiler egged him on verbally to start sucking Beau’s quickly hardening cock. The smiler straddled himself atop Beau. In one solid motion, the smiler buried his black-skinned cock deep into the man’s ass, making Beau groan in pain and pleasure, immediately slamming hard and fast into the warm wet hole, his cock leaking brackish black cum into their victim. Zero could taste the cum on his tongue, hungrily sucking the leaking cock at first with dread and then earnest, getting a close up view of the smiler’s cock slamming hard and fast into the man’s ass. Zero could swear he could see as the skin around the man’s lower half continued to take on a grey pallor, spreading fast first to his lower abdomen and to the tips of his fingers as cum began to drip out of the ruined hole. Suddenly, the smiler grunted, the flow of cum being too much for the man’s now completely wrecked hole, thick black laced cum squirting out with each hard slam. Satisfied, the smiler slowly pulled out as several more drops splattered on the floor. “Your turn now,” it said happily, wrapping its clawed hand on Zero’s head and pulling him away, the taste of cum still on his lips. Now excited, Zero slowly positioned himself so his cock pointed at the man’s hole as well, plunging deep in the warm, soaking wet hole and followed suit. The feeling was divine to Zero, each thrust making his entire body shudder with pleasure as his felt his cock slowly dribble cum out as well while he fucked the man’s ass, each thrust making Beau gasp wantonly. After several minutes, Zero could no longer hold back, adding his own tainted cum to the mix with a satisfied groan, watching as Beau finally shot his load across the metal floor, the smiler licking it up like it was a pool of spilled ice cream. “Good. My turn again.” the smiler growled, switching positions with Zero and beginning the process again. — As the infected specimens shared their DNA with Beau, Krell’s impatience was mounting. He slammed his fist into his open palm, frustrated. “Damn it, why won’t they go near him?” He continued to watch Beau get pummeled and pounded by the smiler and Zero with a strange fascination. He knew what he was seeing was wrong and unholy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the action. Krell scowled, and pursed his lips tightly. He also looked back at Jack from time to time, and Jack had hurriedly moved himself to the farthest corner from the debauchery that his chambermates were revelling in. Krell turned to a nearby guard. “Soldier, go in there, and extract Blaine. Leave the others alone.” “Sir? Are you sure that’s wise? I mean… uh… this is pretty fucked up sir…” “Don’t question me. Just do it. You're authorized to use lethal force if necessary to protect yourself, soldier. You’ll be fine with the hazmat suit on.” The guard hesitated, and made every attempt to keep his gaze on Jack. He didn’t want the images of men and monsters copulating to be burned into his memory. Then, he made the snap decision to approach the chamber as quickly as possible. Get in, grab the subject, and get out. Easy peasy. You can do it. Just don’t look over there. A buzzer sounded, and the guard pulled the chamber door open enough to get inside. He rushed instantly to Jack, and pulled him to his feet. “Come on, I’ve got you. We’re gonna take you away from this,” he said in a whisper only Jack could hear. Jack didn’t fight him, but nodded rapidly. The guard held Jack in two hands, and swiftly guided him out of the chamber. Please please please don’t let them see us, the guard silently prayed. As soon as they were through the door, he heard it shut behind him with a loud woosh sound, and the sinful three-way fucking didn’t miss a beat. They never even noticed the extraction. “Take him back to holding,” Krell’s voice said from somewhere. The guard escorted the sobbing, grateful Jack from the room as the unnamed smiler shot a volley of corrupted spunk into Beau’s rectum. Another man in plainclothes approached Krell. “Sir? We’ve found the server inside Building 3.” Krell inhaled slowly. “What did you find out?” “Nothing, sir. It’s been completely destroyed. We can’t get anything off it.” Krell grunted, his frustration mounting. “God fucking dammit. Let’s go to my office. Rios?” A young nearby guard snapped to attention. “General?” “Let the specimens continue their mating. I want a full report within the hour.” —------ Quarantine Camp. Mess Hall. 15:06 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. Tex stuffed the last forkful of the catered chicken/potato casserole into his mouth, and chewed greedily. Army rations had never been as good as this meal, and Tex was sorry to see it end. He let out a satisfying sigh, placed the plastic spork on the tray, and wiped his mouth with the paper napkin. Damn, I must have been starving! Breakfast didn’t stick with me one bit. Gulping the last of the water from the paper cup, Tex stood up from his seat, and picked up his tray. After disposing of his refuse, Tex wiped his hands against each other, and proceeded to return to the hot labs. He suddenly remembered the phone in his pocket, and took it out to read Elias’s message from earlier in the day. They took Dr. Grant. Got out before they arrived. They’re coming back now. I’m going back home. Tex let out a silent sigh of relief. Then he started a new message to Elias. Found Zero. He’s alive, but in quarantine. Jack and another guy are in separate isolation. Grant has arrived, and he’s completely ignorant of the whole affair. I don’t like him. You didn’t say he was sick. What did you learn from him? After hitting send, he remembered the video. He started another message, and attached his earlier recording. Given the quality of the phone, it could be a while before it uploads and sends, so we’ll just… Tex thought. He hit send, and replaced it in his labcoat pocket, hoping it would do its thing while he kept working. As he strode back to the hot labs, he heard Dr. Grant yelling at someone, but the voice wasn’t coming from the labs. “I don’t give a damn what you appreciate, Mr. Blaine! You caused his death, treated me like shit, and then you had the gall to steal my research and fired me after you got the recognition for your stupid projects! You’re the lowest, and you have no idea what you are messing with! You’ve seen, firsthand, what you’ve sown.” Tex kept as quiet as possible as he listened to their argument with his ear pressed to the door. “I made a mistake, all right? Please get me out of here!” Jack pleaded. “I swear I’ll be good. I can’t take the monsters anymore. They’re out of control.” “Because you unleashed them. You brought this on yourself.” “They don’t like me very much,” Jack cried. “All they do is spit on me, and chase me around, and fuck each other like a bunch of dirty homo sickos. It has to stop!” “You call us gays that, and expect me to help you? Do you not have a heart! Do you not have a soul!!”” Dr. Grant roared by the end of his speech. “I’ll do anything, I just don’t want to be in that glass room again —” “I don’t care what you want,” Dr. Grant interrupted. “Can you bring him back? Did you approve the trials that could save his life? Nope, didn’t think so! You danced with the devil, and now you’re paying the price. Everything here is your doing. You set all this in motion, and these people here – some of whom are “dirty homos” as you so kindly refer to us – are stuck cleaning it up.” Jack processed this realization, and then began furiously beating on the glass, producing only dull thuds as it held against his blows. “Let me out, you sick faggot bastard! Let me out NOOOOOOWWWWW!” Jack screamed. “Don’t you DARE call me that! You are the one who is a sick fucking bastard, and if you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll come in there, and shut it for you. Not even your clueless dad can save you from my wrath, you bigoted piece of shit!” Tex heard a loud hacking cough, presumably from Dr. Grant. Then a pause, and Tex heard nothing more for a minute that seemed like an eternity. A roll of thunder suddenly rumbled out of nowhere. “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Blaine,” Dr. Grant continued quietly, “you may have got all the credit, and a nice bonus, and your super soldiers, but you still don’t get it. I’m not letting you out of a prison of your own design. You don’t deserve to be among decent people.” The voices stopped completely, and Tex could hear footsteps approaching his position, so he bolted in the direction he came from, hoping he wouldn’t be observed in his flight. Dr. Grant emerged from the room alone, and looked down both corridors of the hall to see if anyone was nearby. Seeing no one, he ran one hand over his hair, snorted loudly through his nostrils, and silently moved through the corridor with angry footsteps. —----- Quarantine Camp. Containment Room. 15:20 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Slow, careful footsteps approached the glass chamber holding Beau, Zero, and the third smiler. Their activities had ceased; all three lay on the floor, panting for air. Zero and Beau had fully converted, and they were just now lying comatose, sprawled out on the floor in the afterglow of wild sex. The lights were low, and all the soldiers and Krell had abandoned the space. A gloved hand went to the numerical keypad, and after the correct sequence had been entered, the device beeped cheerfully. The door made a familiar woosh sound as it opened, and sterilized air escaped. Zero and the other smiler were on their feet and at the door in an instant. “Go rejoin the others. No stops on the way, not even for recruitment. It’s going to rain, so you’ll be safe from the sun’s rays. But move fast, and stick to cover. Kill anyone who gets in your way.” Their liberator stepped away from the door as Zero and the smiler roused Beau from his blissful state. As they made to exit the chamber, the voice came again. “Wait. We have one more thing to do before leaving.” —--- Quarantine Camp. Krell’s office. 16:02 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “What do you MEAN “they escaped”?! They were in a secure holding cell!”, Krell screamed at the top of his lungs. “We found blood at the scene, sir.” “Whose is it?” “Tests show it came from Jack Blaine.” “Bring him to me.” “He’s missing, too, General. And his guard.”

Wow 🚀what a nice story. Please continue 💦

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@tallslenderguy Pete gives a good and dense interview. I don't know if he really commits to anything, which shouldn't be a problem as he's "not running." 😀 I heard him do it here, and another person from the left... like a tactic Reps use, he said / deflected, "leave it to municipalities, etc" or something similar. This is like Reps saying, "leave it to the states" or "states' rights." I think this is a Dem tactic as they run so many of the our cities. But, like states' rights w Reps, they never say what they will do if those smaller geographies do something they don't like or don't do something they want.

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