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Today's the day to "pre-register" for The National IQ Test 2002. But before you start wondering if "the biggest single IQ test ever conducted in Australia" is an additional part of the census (and involves a fine if you don't take part), we should immediately note that it is being organised by Channel 9 - and hosted by Eddie McGuire, author of the widely read dissertation, Footy Show Screamers.
Nine successfully linked the McGuire name to greed with Who Wants to be a Millionaire?. Linking it now with intelligence may not be the biggest challenge with the new show. Nine is walking into a minefield, and knows it, judging by the number of disclaimers on the teaser Web site (www.ninemsn.com.au/testaustralia).
Although most people can accept the judge's decision on the capital city of Indonesia or the year of the fall of the Berlin Wall, they will fight vigorously about what constitutes intelligence. What they tend to agree on, though, is that it's almost impossible to remove cultural factors from IQ tests. Most set by white, well-educated people of Western European origin will favour same. Indeed it has been argued that what an IQ test demonstrates more than anything is the similarity or dissimilarity between your experiences, education and culture and those of the person who set the test.
IQ tests were a favourite tool of the former ABC head Jonathan Shier. As long ago as early 2000 Shier announced that "psychometric tests" (with a component measuring mental ability) would be used whenever a new ABC position was to be filled. He argued it was important to gain, among other things, a basic measure of someone's intelligence.
The net affect was for the ABC to lose some people who had demonstrated they could do certain jobs competently, and gain others who soon left, were sacked or proved unsuitable - but were, presumably, very good at arranging coloured shapes.
Like Big Brother and several other recent television shows, IQ Test is based on a Dutch model, as filtered through Britain. More than 9 million people watched the British equivalent when it went to air in May and, perhaps equally notably, 520,000 paid to take the IQ test online.
Channel 9 is charging $2.95 (excluding GST) to take the test - unless you pre-register (from today) and take the test during the broadcast. Then you get it free. Which is smart. Except you had to miss part of the show which drew you to the test in the first place. Which is dumb.
The press release announces "people not connected to the Net can still measure their own IQ by participating with scorecards issued by Woman's Day". This suggests Nine is trying to make IQ sexy to people who think Tom Cruise is. The solution? The Web site includes a button stating: "Who had the higher IQ: Marilyn Monroe or Albert Einstein? Vote now."
On a positive note, an IQ-based game show has the potential to demonstrate the use of the brain as something other than a filing cabinet. Traditional quiz shows, from Mastermind to Who Wants to be a Millionaire have served to confuse memory with intelligence.
If not obvious enough, a mastermind is not someone who can reel off the US presidents in order of height. Some of the world's most stupid people have excellent memories or mathematical abilities. And there are autistic savants who can memorise pi to thousands of places or perform calendrical calculations back over hundreds of years - but who struggle with shoelaces.
Scoring highly in an IQ test won't make you a mastermind either. One person can score a low IQ but be happy, well balanced, creative and successful. Another can score in the genius class and be the Unabomber.
The scaling system of most IQ tests (including Nine's) means most people score between 90 and 110. In Nine's test the 130-150 range will put you in the top 2 per cent.
But IQ testing through the years has shown quirks which imply cultural slants that aren't supposed to be there. American blacks raised in middle-class white households score higher marks than other blacks; Catholics score lower than Protestants in Northern Ireland; likewise, Koreans in Japan score lower than Koreans in Korea.
Scientific American recently cited experimental findings showing an even stranger effect of environment: "Adopted and non-adopted siblings have highly correlated IQs while they share an environment but move apart with age toward the intelligence of their biological parents."
Then there's The Bell Curve, from 1994, in which authors Hernstein and Murray claim to prove an innate difference in intelligence between races. The early 20th-century notion of a single type of intelligence has generally given way to multiple intelligence, though there is plenty of debate about how broad this definition should be.
Harvard professor of cognition and education Howard Gardner suggests seven: logical (mathematical, scientific), linguistic, musical, spatial, kinetic (good control of the body, such as a dancer or athlete), interpersonal and intrapersonal.
The last two are what is known as "emotional intelligence". This is considered bunk by some, others believe the ability to read other people's emotions and control your own are as much a part of intelligence as any other brain skill.
When the show (and simultaneous Internet test) runs on August 6, Channel 9 promises to produce a "snapshot of the state of the nation", a "great broad picture of the state of the nation's brainpower" and to answer such questions as "are women smarter than men?".
But buried in the smallprint is the line: "The test is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not purport to definitively analyse an individual's IQ. This test measures brainpower not creativity, personality, ability to get on with people, beauty and sex appeal, your actual success in life and many other aspects of your talents and abilities."
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Last week, Republicans successfully recalled two sitting Democratic state legislators who supported gun control legislation, including one from a district that gave Obama almost 60 percent of the vote. In the aftermath of this surprising outcome, many Democrats blamed "voter suppression," arguing that an inability to vote by mail disenfranchised their base. Meanwhile, Republicans involved in the recall fight called it a victory for those who "will not tolerate an imposition of un-checked government over-reach on their lives." Moreover say those Republicans, Democratic Gov. John Hickenlooper, who signed the gun legislation into law, will be extremely vulnerable in 2014.
Both sides have valid points. However, their reasoning is incomplete. Here are the three takeaways from the recall elections:
1) Gun Rights Voters More Engaged Than Gun Control Voters
Democrats came into last week's election with a spending and campaign performance advantage. According to data from the pro-Democratic targeting group Atlas Project and the ad tracking firm CMAG, 94 percent of all broadcast ads run in these two races were pro-Democrat. The incumbents – Sens. John Morse and Angela Giron - also represented districts that had voted overwhelmingly Democratic in the 2008, 2010 and 2012 elections.
But, when it comes to guns, national data tell us that those who oppose gun control are more politically engaged than those who are in favor of gun control. A May Pew Research Center poll found that 45 percent of those who support gun rights had taken some sort of political activity on the issue (signed a petition; contributed money to a gun policy group, etc.). Meanwhile, just 26 percent of those who support gun control had taken similar actions.
Moreover, these recall elections took place not in liberal Denver or Boulder, but in the more politically moderate southeastern part of the state, where gun ownership is more prevalent and more accepted.
2) Low Turn-Out Benefits More Passionate Base
No one should be surprised about the fact that a special election held at an odd time in an odd-numbered year would see a drop off in voting. In a pre-election day memo, the pro-Democratic voter targeting group Atlas Project wrote "the enthusiasm gap and likely low turnout of the oddly timed election will probably help Republicans. According to Catalist, (a pro-Democratic voter and data vendor) the most reliable voters in these districts are more Republican than registered voters there as a whole."
That turned out to be right on target. In both senate districts, turn-out was down almost 10 points from 2010 and down 20 points from 2012. Democratic candidates easily carried both senate districts in 2010 and 2012. In 2011, when turn-out was even lower than this year, a ballot initiative raising sales and income taxes were soundly defeated in these districts.
In other words, in a "normal" election Democrats do well. In off-times they don't.
The Atlas Project notes that in the more competitive Colorado Springs-based district (held by Sen. Morse), Republican "super voters" - those who turned out to vote in every election since 2010 - outnumbered Democrats by five points.
However, that still doesn't totally explain what happened in the heavily Democratic Pueblo-based district where Democratic "super voters" make up 52 percent of the super-voting universe. In fact, it suggests, as some have argued, that Democrats did turn-out in Pueblo. But, they voted against the Democratic candidate.
3) No Vote By Mail Was A Factor, But Not The Whole Story
Earlier this summer, the Libertarian party filed a lawsuit arguing that the compressed time frame for signature gathering was unconstitutional. The judge ruled with the Libertarians, and lengthened the deadline for ballot access. However, that meant there was not enough time to print ballots and get them in the mail in time for the September election. Many Democrats point to the inability for voters to vote by mail as a big reason for the steep drop-off in voter turn-out. Some, including defeated Democratic Sen. Angela Giron, called the lack of vote-by-mail option "voter suppression."
To be sure, Democratic voters in Giron's district have been more adept at voting by mail. In 2012, 66 percent of Democrats in her district voted by mail compared to 58 percent of Republicans. One Colorado Democratic consultant explained her defeat to me as this: "Voters are used to getting mail ballots. They didn't. It's that simple."
But, Democrats knew that there would be no vote-by-mail in August. And they surely had the names of the 21,977 Democrats who voted by mail in 2012. So, why didn't they do a better job educating, targeting, and turning out those habitual mail-only voters to the ballot box?
Democrats I spoke with said that it was simply too difficult to get their voters to go to the polls instead of the mail-box. "The fact that so many Colorado Dems vote via a method that was almost completely unavailable to them for this election," was a serious barrier to Democratic GOTV efforts said one strategist. It also reinforces the earlier point that passionate and/or angry voters are the ones willing to make the time to physically go to a voting location.
So, what does this mean for Democrat Gov. Hickenlooper who is up in 2014? Polling taken over the summer by Quinnipiac showed the Democrat statistically tied with former GOP Rep. Tom Tancredo. While my colleagues at National Journal argue that the poll greatly overstates the population of blue-collar white voters (i.e., GOP voters), the fact remains that the state is much more competitive than Hickenlooper's 2010 race suggests. And, as my colleague Jennifer Duffy notes, Hickenlooper's potential vulnerability is not just about guns. In addition to gun control laws, Hickenlooper signed renewable energy mandates that fell disproportionately on rural Colorado and Medicaid expansion under health care reform, among others. Hickenlooper's most controversial action was one he took without the involvement of the state legislature. He granted a temporary reprieve to Nathan Dunlap, who was sentenced to death for murdering four employees at a Chuck E. Cheese.
However, like 2010, it looks as if Hickenlooper will once again be blessed with a weak challenger. In other words, Hickenlooper looks a lot stronger because the bench of Republicans in Colorado is so weak.
While it's dangerous to read too much into a low turn-out special election, it's also dangerous to rely too much into past election performance. Turn-out is driven not simply by allegiance to party, but also by interest in the issues and the candidates. Voters in purple states are also much less forgiving of politicians who stray too far from the ideological 50-yard line. Democrats may have a serious edge over Republicans in the technology of targeting. But, if the folks you are targeting aren't sufficiently enthusiastic or energized by your candidate, all the technology and money in the world can't make them cast a vote.
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The safety and efficacy of botulinum toxin for the treatment of focal hand and cranial dystonias are well-established. Studies of these adult-onset focal dystonias reveal both shared features, such as the dystonic phenotype of muscle hyperactivity and overflow muscle contraction and divergent features, such as task specificity in focal hand dystonia which is not a common feature of cranial dystonia. The physiologic effects of botulinum toxin in these 2 disorders also show both similarities and differences. This paper compares and contrasts the physiology of focal hand and cranial dystonias and of botulinum toxin in the management of these disorders.
Focal hand dystonia and cranial dystonia share the phenotypic features of uncontrolled involuntary muscle contraction leading to abnormal postures characteristic of all dystonias. They differ, however, not only in the anatomic distribution of focal dystonia symptoms, but also in age of onset, prevalence, gender predilection, and pathways implicated in their pathophysiology. Heterogeneity in the focal dystonias have led some to question whether they are etiologically related [
Focal hand dystonia is characterized by abnormal muscle contraction that leads to involuntary movements and postures and subsequently to hand dysfunction. When dystonia affects the hand, it can cause remarkable disability even if the symptoms of muscle tightness and observable postural changes appear mild. A notable feature of focal hand dystonia is "task specificity," in which the dystonia is only elicited by particular tasks while other actions, including those using the same muscles, are spared. The terms "writer's cramp" and "musician's cramp" reflect this task specificity. Another distinguishing feature of focal hand dystonia is its association with hand overuse. From its earliest descriptions in the 18th century, focal hand dystonia was reported as most likely to arise in those whose occupations or hobbies include repetitive fine motor tasks [
Focal hand dystonia usually first presents between the age of 30 and 50. Unlike other focal dystonias which are more common in women, writer's cramps affects men and women approximately equally and musician's cramp shows a male predominance [
Key studies of the physiology of dystonia have focused on focal hand dystonia as it offers several advantages over other forms of dystonia. First, hand cortical sensory and motor representations can be readily identified on brain imaging and selectively targeted for such techniques as transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS). The task specificity of focal hand dystonias permits separation of dystonic movements, hand movements that do not elicit dystonia and resting conditions. Finally, the frequently unilateral nature of focal hand dystonia provides an unaffected hand for comparison.
Multiple research methodologies have demonstrated a loss of various types of inhibition in focal hand dystonia, including impaired reciprocal, intracortical, surround and interhemispheric inhibition [
Cranial dystonia is characterized by abnormal movements of various combinations of the muscles of facial expression, muscles of mastication, lingual muscles and, at times, laryngeal and pharyngeal muscles. The most common cranial dystonia is blepharospasm, characterized by uncontrolled contraction of orbicularis oculi muscles bilaterally resulting in forced eye closure which, when severe, leads to functional blindness. Dystonia may be isolated to the lower cranial muscles (oromandibular dystonia) or lower cranial musculature dystonia may combine blepharospasm (Meige syndrome) [
Cranial dystonia shares with focal hand dystonia evidence of prolonged muscle contraction, antagonist cocontraction [
Similar to focal hand dystonia where increased activity is found in sensorimotor and premotor territories when the dystonia is active [
Sensory pathways are implicated in cranial dystonia as well as limb dystonia. Those with cranial dystonia often have pain or discomfort and may respond to a sensory trick ("geste antagoniste"), in which a simple touch or gesture temporarily relieves the dystonia. The efficacy of the geste may be mediated by transient trigeminal sensory gating [
Studies of the physiologic effects of botulinum toxin in treating dystonia have focused on patients receiving serotype A toxin. It is not known if the other clinically available botulinum toxin serotype, type B, has identical effects.
Botulinum toxin is the current mainstay of treatment for both focal hand dystonia and cranial dystonias [
Blepharospasm was the first dystonia to be treated with botulinum toxin [
To treat dystonia, botulinum toxin is injected intramuscularly. Botulinum toxin acts at the molecular level at the neuromuscular junction, where it binds to and is internalized by the presynaptic neuron. In the cell, botulinum toxin cleaves SNARE complex proteins and prevents acetylcholine exocytosis, resulting in denervation and weakness in exposed muscles [
The efficacy of botulinum toxin in both limb and cranial dystonia may largely be due to its peripheral neuromuscular junction blockade and weakening of over-contracting muscles, however, there is also evidence of central effects. The mechanism by which botulinum toxin exerts influence on central motor control systems is uncertain. Animal models have shown that botulinum toxin undergoes retrograde and transynaptic transport so that direct effects on the spinal cord and brain are possible [
In limb dystonia, botulinum toxin injection can temporarily reverse some central physiologic abnormalities including those in reciprocal inhibition, cortical motor map distortion and intracortical inhibition [
Central effects of botulinum toxin have been more difficult to demonstrate in cranial dystonia. Several researchers have evaluated the effect of botulinum toxin on the decreased brainstem inhibition, as indicated by abnormal blink reflex recovery curves, in patients with blepharospasm and oromandibular dystonia. These studies show that botulinum toxin does not reverse the enhanced excitability of the blink reflex R2 recovery curve, suggesting that it has no effect on brainstem interneuron excitability even when the toxin is effectively treating the dystonic symptoms [
Botulinum toxin has similarly failed to show effects on abnormal cortical excitability and plasticity in patients with cranial dystonia. While a single study found that botulinum toxin reduced enhanced plasticity [
Botulinum toxin effects on spinal cord excitability in limb dystonia, as demonstrated by its effects on reciprocal inhibition, cannot play a role in response of facial muscles to injection since the spinal cord is not involved in facial muscle innervation. The role of spindle afferents in cranial dystonia and its response to botulinum toxin is uncertain: while early anatomy studies indicated that cranial muscles lack muscle spindles [
Focal hand dystonia and cranial dystonia share physiological features. Phenotypically, both show abnormal muscle activity with prolonged contraction and cocontraction of antagonist muscle. Loss of inhibition, found in both, is expressed as impaired reciprocal, intracortical, interhemispheric and surround inhibition in focal hand dystonia and as impaired brainstem and intracortical inhibition in cranial dystonia. Abnormalities of cortical activation, sensory processing and sensorimotor integration have also been implicated in both.
Botulinum toxin is effective in both focal hand dystonia and cranial dystonias. In focal hand dystonia, the response to botulinum toxin may be at least in part mediated through its effects on muscle spindle afferents, which in turn modulate central function. The role of peripheral afferent input in cranial dystonia and response to botulinum toxin is less uncertain. Further research is needed to understand the mechanism of efficacy of botulinum toxin in these disorders.
This work was supported by the Intramural Research Program of the National Institutes of Health.
The author declares no conflict of interest.


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The mass-execution by the Nazis of 15,000 Jews in the occupied town of Borisov, 75 miles west of Smolensk, was described here today by two commanders of Soviet guerilla detachments who, after long months of operating behind the Nazi lines, reached Moscow to report on what is going on in Nazi-held White Russia.
The two leaders of the Russian partisan fighters both stated that the policy of the German administration in the occupied Soviet territory is "to completely exterminate the Jews." Under the pretext that the Jews are helping the Russian guerillas, mass-executions of Jews are taking place in practically every town and village in occupied White Russia.
Emphasizing that their reports could be confirmed by at least 500 eye-witnesses, the two guerilla officers gave the following details:
"After capturing Borisov, the Germans ordered all Jews there to wear a special armband and to live in a ghetto for which they set aside one of the streets fenced with barbed wire. Then an announcement was suddenly posted stating that the Jews were helping the Soviet partisans and would be held responsible. This was a lie since none of us, partisans, could enter the ghetto, nor could the Jews leave it.
"The next day after the announcement appeared, a pogrom started in the ghetto. Jewish homes were plundered by German soldiers from five o'clock in the morning until several hours later. Then all the 7,000 Jews who remained in Borisov were marched off in groups to the outskirts of the city and ordered to dig their own graves. When the graves were dug, the victims were lined up and shot by Nazi firing squads. No difference was made between men and women. Only the children were not shot. The Nazi soldiers threw the children into the graves alive, occasionally knocking some of them unconscious with the butt ends of their rifles.
"The shooting of the adults was carried out carelessly, and many of the victims were only slightly wounded when thrown into the grave. As the graves were not deep and were filled with earth in a hurry, the non-Jewish population which was forced to witness the horrible scene actually saw the graves "breathing" for two hours during which many of the victims were apparently still alive.
"Several days later, after disposing of the local Jewish population, the Nazis brought some 8,000 more Jews to Borisov from the western part of occupied White Russia, and executed them in the same manner. This same fate was meted out to all Jews in the township of Shamkovo. The Jews of Shamkovo were harnessed to coaches in place of horses and were forced to haul their executioners to the place where the entire Jewish population of the township was shot by firing squads after being forced to dig their own graves.
"Following the two mass-executions in Borisov, all three Nazi newspapers published in White Russia – one in the Russian and two in the White Russian languages cynically reported that "the Jewish problem in White Russia is now solved, but there are still five million Jews left alive in the United States."


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witholding treatment, patient already about to die
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Traditional- heart dead & lungs dead
Whole Brain- cerebrum and cerebellum not functioning
Higher brain- higher brain dead yet cerebellum functioning
Personhood-what makes a person gone forever, without life abilities
Human, Viable, Person, Potential Person
James Rachels "Active and Passive Euthanasia"
What is his thesis?
1- Self determination is a right to VAE.
2- Rachel's argument on the fact that tere is no difference between killing someone and letting them die.
3-VAE being de-criminalized will bring more good than bad (Greatest Happiness Principle)
4- VAE is compatible with the ends of medicine.
1- respect for patient's self determination
2- VAE is already available to some illegally, VAE being legal would be safer.
3- Mercy and Suffering
1- The right to control one's body. S Cal- the right to control one's body should not be the right to end one's life.
2- Necessity of autonomy. S. Cal- autonomy=responsibility.
3- Fetal life is not absolute. S. Cal- all life is equally valuable.
4- Social equality. S. Cal- abortion is masculine. Full social equality will require feminization.
"Fetuses are persons, therefore all person's have a right to live. Abortion ends life, therefore violates its right to live."
Thompson replies: ppl dont always have a right to life, if abortion is wrong it isn't because fetuses are persons, it is wrong for other reasons.
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Critics were surprisingly kind to the animated adaptation of Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears A Who! (Fox), perhaps because the film's gentle tone represented a clean break from the calamitous live-action versions of How The Grinch Stole Christmas and The Cat In The Hat. But let's not go overboard here. While generally harmless, the film still suffers from the obvious Seuss roadblock: The economy, language, poetry, and themes in his children's books were only tarnished by the expansive necessities of adaptation. A 10-minute bedtime story does not a feature make
On the morning of August 7, 1974, French high-wire artist Philippe Petit did the unimaginable: He rigged a cable connecting the two towers of the yet-to-be-completed World Trade Center, and spent a full 45 minutes walking back and forth on it, to the astonishment of witnesses and the world. The superb documentary Man On Wire (Magnolia) recounts Petit's feat with the exhaustive detail of a well-calculated heist thriller, with testimony by the loveably energetic Petit and his full cast of conspirators
For many years, Olivier Assayas' unimpeachably cool 1996 movie-movie Irma Vep was only available on Fox Lorber, a DVD company notorious for ugly transfers of vital international fare. Now the fine indie label Zeitgeist has seized on its cult status and given the film the special edition it's long deserved. Starring Hong Kong glamour queen Maggie Cheung as herself, Irma Vep uses an ill-advised remake of the classic silent serial Les Vampires to pick apart the chaos and creative bankruptcy of the French film industry
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Setting out with a clear and simple vision from God
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1. The Great Commission - Mark 16:15
2. Caring for Orphans and Widows - James 1:27
3. Equipping Saints for the Work of Ministry - Matthew 28:20.
Angus had no formal higher education or theological training, yet he felt called to share his faith and preach the word of God. In November 1989 Angus felt the Lord call him to hire town halls and preach the Gospel, wherever He would lead. In 1990, the first campaign was held in Ladysmith, Kwa-Zulu Natal.
Soon whole stadiums were filling to hear him. Doors opened for a ministry to African orphans, left parentless by the ravaging AIDS epidemic. Soon the Buchan farm would host an expanding number of homes for these homeless children, offering them love, spiritual nurture, education, housing, clothes, and fun. A ministry to encourage men followed: the "Mighty Men Conference." From the first meeting of 240 in 2003, it has grown to more than 200,000 men attending.
Now Angus receives invitations to preach in stadiums throughout Africa and the Word is going out worldwide through television outreach. And of those farmhands who thought him "mad?" Simeon, an African who has been with him from the beginning, is with him still, now a brother in Christ who supervises the Buchan farm.
The movie Faith Like Potatoes swept through South Africa in its initial release, becoming one of the nation's highest-grossing domestic films. It has won international awards and touches lives wherever it plays. It is now in 15 different languages across the worldwide market.
One of the most influential Christian men in South Africa never intended to go there in the first place. Turn the clock back to 1977. Angus Buchan was a hardheaded, hard-driving Scotsman struggling to make his fortune farming. His sudden conversion to Christianity startled friends, changed his life and destiny and impacted South Africa.
Originally from Zambia, in an era of upheaval and unrest, and after years of fighting against the tide, Angus, his wife, Jill (then six months pregnant), and their children moved to a piece of land in KwaZulu-Natal Midlands, South Africa, intending to farm crops and livestock, and which they later called SHALOM. Having sold his land in Zambia for a pittance, Angus couldn't afford a farm with a house on it. But he worked the land with such fervor that his farm hands laughed behind his back and called him "Nkosaan Italiaan," which meant "Mr Italian." Because they said he behaved like the mad Italian workers who spoke a lot and behaved in a funny way.
Yet other, even bigger changes were on the horizon. In 1979, attending a service at Greytown Methodist Church, Angus and Jill committed their lives fully to Jesus Christ. Everything that had been theirs was now His.
In his best-selling biography, Faith Like Potatoes, Angus recounts how he learned to trust that God was at work building something substantial even if he couldn't see it. Much in the way a potato grows underground, out of sight.
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you'll explore with Angus the impact of Romans 10: 14 (NKJV) where it says: "How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?" on his life and how that vision became a reality.
We are so convinced that now, like never before, the plain undiluted gospel message of Jesus Christ needs to be told. These days there are so many different opinions about what it means to become a Christian and this very concise and to-the-point DVD will explain in a simple way:
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How to grow in stature as a Christian in a world that has very few remaining moral and ethical standards.
How to share the wonderful good news with people who are confused, people who have been hurt, people who have been disillusioned and people who are looking for the eternal truth.
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Starting The Journey DVD by Angus Buchan was published by Authentic in November 2013 and is our 9462nd best seller. The ISBN for Starting The Journey DVD is 5060256821052.
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When we set aside time specifically to practice — at our altars, in ritual, with our covens, at our desks, or elsewhere — it's formal practice. For me, formal practice is where my spirituality sinks its roots into my life. But as far as I know, there are no Pagan monastic orders, and that means that most of us spend the vast majority of our time away from our altars, living our lives.One of the things I most love about Paganism is that it firmly asserts that this, too, is holy. Whatever fo … [Read more...]
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The Drudge Report linked to a Washington Examiner article under the headline, "Obama Inaugural Could Bankrupt DC," but in the article, the Examiner did not report that the inauguration "could bankrupt" the city.
On November 19, the Drudge Report linked to a Washington Examiner article [1] about possible inauguration costs for Washington, D.C., under the headline [2], "Obama Inaugural Could Bankrupt DC." However, the article to which Drudge linked did not report that the inauguration "could bankrupt" the city. The November 18 Examiner article reported: "Soaring costs expected to accompany huge crowds in town for the Jan. 20 inauguration of Barack Obama could stick cash-strapped Washington, D.C., with a record-breaking bill for services." The article also reported that Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton (D-DC) said security and capacity measures recommended by her and others for the inauguration "will almost certainly surpass the $15 million the federal government gives to the District each year to defray the cost of events." The Examiner did not report any estimates of how much the inauguration might cost the city in total.
The article also reported that President Bush's 2005 inauguration "cost the city more than $17 million, some of which was reimbursed with federal funds."
Drudge's headline as of 7:50 a.m. ET read:
By 8:55 a.m. ET on November 19, Drudge changed [4] the headline to say, "Obama Inaugural Could Break the Bank in DC..." which echoes the Examiner article headline: "Soaring costs for inauguration could break the bank for D.C."
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The Aliens
Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire
Copyright January 1999
What have you done to me? I tried to shout at the two strange women standing over me. I couldn't, though I moved my mouth and nothing filled it to prevent me from speaking. Nothing but the light sound of air moving between my lips and tongue could be heard. My second attempt was no more successful.
With slow, almost robotic, movement, one of the strange women reached her shiny gloved hand to my face. It was cold. Metal fingers gently closed my gapping jaw and passed over my lips to close them. Her hand was metal!
These two were strange in two ways. First they were strangers, I did not know them. They were strange too, in that they looked like no others I'd seen before. They definitely looked female, but with the same highly polished, reflective, metallic skin, covered all of it that was visible, as on the hand of the one who had touched me. The two looked identical from their bald, metallic skulls, to their breasts and long, shapely legs.
I had to be dreaming. Either I was dreaming or I was dead and had gone to heaven.
I'm Robert Myers, at least I was Robert Myers. You may have heard of me or, more likely, have seen my work. I'm what might be called a "fetish illustrator". If you don't know me, perhaps you have mistaken my work for Hajime Sorayama's, we both use the same style to illustrate gynoids or female androids and other lovelies.
I had been driving back to my studio home in Upstate New York alone, very late at night. I'd just spent three weeks with Kinetta, my favorite model. I'd filled one bag with the film I'd exposed of her as well as three pads of sketches to use for my next book.
Kinetta, after living together with me for almost two years, had decided that we'd too little in common to spend the rest of our lives with each other, so we split. We retained a great friendship and, quite important to my career, a great working relationship. Beyond our mutual love of kink, we'd as little in common as our height. Kinetta was short, at five foot, if she stretched. I'm six inches taller, at five-six.
Lying still, flat on my back, my waist, torso and crotch felt compressed, tightly compressed. My chest felt like huge weights were pressing on it. When I tried to move, the weights on my chest felt like two mounds of half-set Jell-O™ - sloshing about. Trying to sit, I discovered that I could not bend from the top of my legs to above the weights on my chest. One of the gynoids grasped my wrist in her metallic hand and pulled me up. As soon as I raised off my back those weights pulled down from my shoulders. I had breasts? Huge breasts! I do mean they were huge!
A glance down confirmed what I felt dragging down from my shoulders. They were the size of volley balls! Protruding in front and slightly upward, the dark aureoles were like someone had sliced a softball in half and implanted each half behind the thumb sized nipples that further stuck outward from their centers.
This was just too unreal! I had to be dead, but this wasn't Heaven, this was Hell!
Kinetta, as I stated, was my favorite model. My first book using her was entitled, Cynetta Becomes a Slavegirl. The planned book, a sequel, had a working title of, Slavegirl Cynetta Becomes Ponygirl Cynetta! Many of the illustrations filling my three pads depicted Kinetta as the ponygirl in my planned book. The film I'd exposed in thousands of poses, contained poses to provide me with references for the finished illustrations for the upcoming book.
I raised my right hand to move the huge melons on my chest out of the way so I could see past them and see why I felt so compressed and was so rigid. If I could have screamed, I was doing it with all my power, no sound came from my lungs despite the force I put into emitting it. I no longer had a hand! In its place at the end of my arm, I had a hoof! It was a black hoof, just like the ones I'd drawn on Kinetta's arms. It was black, hard and almost insensitive to feeling and touch, much like fingernails.
Still, I used it to nudge my huge breasts apart. I had to raise my left forehoof also, to finally part them. My eyes felt strange when I raised them to look at the two gynoids. I know - it was my imagination playing tricks, but I imagined satisfied grins on their expressionless, metallic faces.
I was encased in what appeared to be the same, polished metal that formed their skins from the tiny cups, lifting the huge breasts I now had, to my hips. There, it narrowed to form a front shield that narrowed and passed through my crotch. I could feel, as I sat, that a rigid strap pressed my cheeks wide apart over my anus and followed the crack between them to rejoin the metal corset that had been placed about my torso. What else had they done to me?
My gaze returned to my breasts. Kinetta had her nipples pierced and wore thin, one inch silver rings through them. I had always exaggerated these to a larger diameter of thicker rod and added rings, nearly three inches across and a quarter inch thick, through the protruding aureoles when I drew her while enlarging and exaggerating her breasts. Thankfully, they hadn't ringed me. The illustrations also showed the character to have a pierced septum, double pierced tongue and multiply ringed, ponygirl ears.
My ears! They, like my eyes, felt different! Moving the small hooves to the sides of my head confirmed my fear. They were higher and probably upright, pony ears from what I could tell. My examination turned to my feet. My fears were confirmed there too! They were also hooves now.
When I placed these on the metal floor, the gynoids pulled me to stand, holding my arms until I gained my balance on my hooves. The hooves arched my feet to the extreme, like I was standing on just my toes, as if I were wearing ballet boots, en-pointe, forcing me to bend my knees. The stretching of my calf muscles caused too much pain if I tried to straighten them. I felt something else on the back of my legs. A tickling sensation, as if hair was brushing my skin with my slightest movements. They couldn't have?
I had a long tail!
Just standing between the gynoids, I tried to remember what had happened.
As I said, it was late, maybe one o'clock in the morning as I drove home. I'd left Kinetta's place a half hour before and still had an hour's drive ahead of me before I could get some much needed rest.
No, I had not fallen asleep behind the wheel. There had been an unusual light - green, almost neon chartreuse, that had appeared ahead in the sky.
This was moving and seemed to match my speed. I remember staring up, straining for a better view whenever the trees along the road parted enough. The rough jouncing when the tires left the pavement snapped my attention back where it should have been. It was too late to do anything about the large tree, perhaps thirty feet ahead, that was rushing at fifty miles an hour toward my van. One of the gynoids touching my forearm brought me back to the present.
She was beckoning me to move toward the other one. Very unsteadily I started to, despite how difficult just standing upright was for me. They took hold of my arms, not forcing or hurrying me, but just to aide in maintaining some semblance of upright - without falling. A section of the glowing wall parted to reveal a dark tube that began to glow with that same green light as I had seen before the crash.
It was not that long of a distance that I had to walk before another section parted, opening the way to a chamber. The walls inside glowed with a more customary, soft white light. Inside was a table, stools surrounding it and three who appeared almost human. Humanoid is more descriptive, as they were bilaterally asymmetrical, with two of all of the things you expect. One appeared male and the other two female. They rose from their stools as I approached.
"Vould you care to sit, Cynetta?" Strange, he spoke halting English with a strong Northern European accent. Sitting, would be far preferable to the pain in the back of my legs. "I must to you apologize. Ve meant no harm to creature of this sphere, still you have suffered mostly."
Trying to speak yielded the same results as my initial attempts, nothing. I looked at what lay on the table separating us. A very thick stack of photographs, the top one was Kinetta fully decked out in ponygirl tack, including her latex hood with ears, forelocks and a cream mane to the top of her corset harness in back and full makeup. My sketch pads were there, some seemed singed from fire. Next to these, was all her tack. Some of the stainless hardware was damaged, twisted and fused, the leather of it was charred and burned completely away in places. The female on my left spoke with the same accent.
"Prime Giver Jarone hast told you, ve intend no harm to you un your sphere. Ve have tried to correct from your collision damage to your body, Cynetta." She opened one of my pads and turned to a fantasy picture I had intended as possibly the cover illustration for my book. It was much more developed and in full color. Most of the others were just graphite sketches.
"Dis ist how you vould be to look. Ve have done best making dis zo, for you, Cynetta." They couldn't have! Still, the preliminary examination I had made told me that they had done exactly that!
"Vorkers are making new, the jewelry an garments for you. Vhen time it, ve vill fit to you. To make you comfortable." The male smiled, obviously quite pleased with himself and their accomplishments. He reached under the robe he wore, smiling more. "Dis ve have finish. Marka make you most happy, fit you to now."
I shook my head 'no'! What he passed to the other female was the steel collar that Kinetta wore through the weeks we had just spent together working on this project. I silently cursed. Trying to prolong the high experienced from working with my beautiful ex-lover, I had been wearing that collar at the time of my accident.
"I am please dis make you happy so, Cynetta." Yes, damn him! He certainly was pleased. I was not!
I was also too weak to stop the female behind me from encircling my neck. As the over two inch wide band of metal closed, I tried to push her hands away, but it was too late. The new collar closed too tightly about my neck. I did not feel or sense the edges come together. Desperately I raised my hooves to the collar, feeling the four large swivel rings. There was nothing I could do then, to remove it.
"Ve have ability to return time. When ve finish repair wrong, our study of your sphere be cause, ve vill place you vhere found you at your transport. I apologize, ve can not to make that so as vas before, Cynetta."
The early morning air was very cold and I had nothing to wrap about me for warmth. Just as he had promised, I was now standing next to the ton of mangled and charred steel that had once been my van. I was fully fitted out as Cynetta the Ponygirl, duplicating, in the flesh, the illustration of her that I had made. I could no more change my situation than I could cause that glowing light that had vanished in the sky to reappear.
I had no concept of how long I had been on their space craft. It had been long enough to gain the strength and ability to stand and walk easily without the pain I had first experienced. The pain through my torso from the extreme compression of the metal corset and chastity belt they had placed on me would not begin to subside for quite sometime. The intense sensations in my breasts and the sex they had created under the metal covering my crotch, I'd learn would only intensify, never subside.
From what I could feel and figure out, the inner surface of the crotch piece was contoured just like it's outer one. My inner and outer labia were separated and spread open a couple of inches with a hollow, oval shaped tube inserted at least seven inches up into my orifice. What they had created for my ultra sensitive clitoris, was surrounded in a cavity, but did not touch its surfaces. I cursed my fantasy for making several very detailed sketches of what I was fitted with now.
True to my drawings, my clitoris was pierced horizontally and a ring two inches in diameter inserted. This passed through a hole on each side of the cavity. Though it could never be pulled, the heavy ring was free to pivot in these holes and move up and down with my movements. By itself, the ring would have been enough to create maddening sensations, but never enough to push me over the top. It was not enough. Attached to the ring was a loud bell on two links.
The sheer size of the breasts I'd illustrated and the disproportionate aureoles and nipples on them had not been enough for my over active fantasies either. These fantasizes had made me quite rich, they sold my work, now I was living them and they were no longer any fun. My aureoles each bore a quarter inch thick, three inch ring fitted with a bell identical to the one that bumped the tops of my thighs. My thumb sized nipples were not exempted from fantasy fulfillment either.
My nipples had been fitted with truncated cones of thin metal rods. A thin ring at the base passed through the base of my nipple and held the cone's base to my aureole. The four rods supported a much smaller, circular top and a ring on its under side passed through my nipple there, stretching the nipple out. The tops of these cones were small enough to constrict the flesh that had been forced through them so that it formed into three quarter inch balls beyond the cones. Hanging from the outer rings, was a bell on each, smaller than the others.
True to my artistic creations, I had a ring through my septum that hung to the middle of my now exaggerated, black, upper lip. At least that ring did not have a bell, but the uppermost of the ten rings in each ear did and the one through the center of the cavity in my left pony ear, had a two inch, metal disk engraved "Ponygirl Cynetta" in black filled, ornate letters. The right front of my collar, between the front and side ring was inscribed the same with larger letters.
For some time, I just stared at what used to be my van. Even if it were in one piece again, I'd never be able to drive it. Even if I still had hands and feet, I could not drive. I bore metal cuffs about my wrists and ankles now. Those on my wrists were locked together with my forehoofs pointing up and the short chain from that lock connected to the back of the collar so they stayed there in reversed prayer position.
From a ring, just below the base of my tail, a chain with a ring on its end, hung to below my knees and a chain from one anklecuff passed through that ring to the other cuff. At least the keys to these locks hung from my left breast ring on a simple snap clip.
I was cold. I needed to do something. The only thought I had was to somehow make my way the twenty miles, or so, to Kinetta's. If there was any other option, I did not know it. I was determined to cover as much of the distance before it grew light and then hide until it got dark again. I needed to do something else - find water. I was terribly thirsty.
I trotted on the road, scurrying into the brush and crouching to hide whenever I saw the lights or heard a car approaching. One thing I had very quickly discovered, even on the space craft, was how very loud I was with the slightest of movements. Before they had chained my hooves up behind, true to my sketches and many of the photographs of Kinetta, I had discovered there was no way to silence all the bells on my body. I could hold one hoof to quiet the bell now bumping my thighs and the bell on one nipple, or one ear. I could quiet only two of them at once, but never the other three at the same time.
Even standing perfectly still, just the rapid breathing forced by the metal corset caused my breasts to jiggle and quiver and the bells there to tinkle. The chain links fastening them were long enough so they hung to freely swing about in any direction they chose to. None of my bells are what you think of a harness bells, sleigh or jingle bells, but real, bell, bells. Were the bells not fitted to my rings, I still made noise. There was the tinkling of the anklechain as it bounced and slid through the back chain then there was the noise my metal shod hooves made as they contacted the pavement of the road. Yes, following my ideas, I had been shod with thick, steel ponyshoes nailed to each of my four hoofs.
Even before these had been nailed on, my bare hooves were loud. They sounded hollow - I could not tell. They resonated like a musical instrument when contacting a hard surface.
Forced to keep my mouth open because of heavy bit that was strapped to my bridle soon dried my parched mouth further. Until I came upon water, I still hadn't determined how I was going to drink it when I did, I would just have to endure. My bridle was of straps that looked like bright, red leather. It was snug, with large cupped blinders that robbed all side vision. A check rein from beside the base of each of my ears to fittings on the top back of the metal corset, held my head erect, not allowing me to lower it or turn it to the side. Further restricting my vision was a soft, fleece-like, shadow roll across the bridge of my nose that obscured any downward view.
They had pierced the bridge of my nose too - inserting another ring there.
My thirst, by far was the worst. The painful constriction of the corset would be the second worst sensation I felt, but not to be denied were the clear, sexual stimulations in both of my breasts and in my crotch. These demanded my attention and further demanded satisfaction, a satisfaction that I could not achieve. Yes, I had been turned into a real life manifestation of my ultimate of ultimate fantasies.
As the sky grew brighter and there were many more cars on the road, I carefully made my way through the brush then into the wooded patch beside the roadway. Very luckily, I came upon a tiny stream. The water looked clear and when I knelt then laid down, it smelled OK. If it was tainted, what difference would there be? I'd die of thirst if I did not have water.
I did manage some degree of comfort lying on one side, but did not sleep more than a few hours. Having driven that road, it was well traveled during the day and I could hear many cars along with a few heavy trucks pass along it. What I did not need was for some trucker to find me in my near naked and helpless condition. I stayed right where I was, drinking my fill and resting, hidden from the road.
Though hungry, I had little choice, even if I found something to eat, I saw no way I could eat. My bit has a cross bar. That, in a deep U-shape, fit inside of my teeth with a spoon shape piece extending forward from the center. My tongue had been pierced and the rod they had placed through it, had the top ball unscrewed to pass the rod through this piece than reattached when I was bitted. Even if I could still speak, and I could not, this arrangement would have prevented it, that was my intention when I had designed the damned thing!
At least they had not fastened the ring through the tip of my tongue anywhere, though one rough sketch I'd made showed it to be. I had been pierced through the middle of each of my cheeks. Placing the rod with a ring in the center, inside my mouth, the ends of this were passed through the holes in my cheeks and the disk shaped ends fitted on the rod, so they decorated the outsides of my cheeks. My sketch had the ring through the tip of my tongue, clipped to the ring in the middle of this rod.
Long past dark, the traffic subsided enough for me to feel safe in traveling again. I drank my fill from the stream first.
One thing that I had soon discovered after being returned to earth was that I no longer had any control over my bladder or my bowels. When my body decided that it was going to empty, it voided. I could not stop it and I could not control it.
I knew exactly where I was as dawn approached, just two miles from Kinetta's. I desperately wanted, no, I needed her, but I was wise enough to spend the day in a field of rye and not risk being discovered by anyone.
"What's that?" Donna, Kinetta's older sister by two years, sat up on the couch. Her hand found the remote and muted the TV. "Sis, do you hear bells?"
Kinetta, drying her hands, entered from the kitchen. "Yes, I have the dishwasher going, but I definitely heard bells." She cocked her head. "Sounds like they are right outside."
Both jumped and froze when they heard two thumps on the back door of Kinetta's house. Glancing at the VCR, it said nine, eleven. They both stared at each other.
"Who in the hell?" Kinetta picked up the cordless phone and passed it to her sister. "You stay here and dial nine-one-one if I scream. I'll see who it is, Donna." Kinetta sounded braver than she felt. Heart pounding and her stomach in her throat, she entered the kitchen.
Why hadn't Brutus, referring to her rottweiller, barked? Kinetta paused to take a nine inch knife from its rack. Not that it would have made any real defense if she were seriously threatened. Gripping the handle of the knife behind her back gave her a bit more courage to approach the door.
She turned on all the lights, flooding the yard and peered through the curtains. Very strange? Brutus was kneeling near the porch, his tail wagging and his tongue licking his fore paw? Brutus was a guard dog, he guarded well and there was no stranger that could be within a hundred feet of Kinetta's house that could make him act as he was, only someone he knew very well could approach her house. Another pair of thumps confirmed that, indeed, whoever, was still on the other side of the door.
Shaking, Kinetta peered out and could see no one. She still heard the light tinkling of the bells. Flexing her fingers, debating if she should have the large knife in front, she moved it there, then opened her door, slowly.
"Who's there?" No response. With the door part way open, the tinkling of bells, quite regular, was perfectly clear.
"Brutus! Attack!" Kinetta slammed the door and locked it.
"You OK? Should I call, Kinetta?" Donna sounded urgent.
"Wait. Just stay there." She parted the curtains to see the huge, hundred fifty pound dog, walk back where he had been and get down. As before, his tail wagging happily.
Brutus was faithful, no doubt in her mind. If Kinetta was ever threatened, even felt it, her dog moved to protect her. Damn him! She clearly felt threatened, but the dog acted like - like he did only with her and only with one other. Even when Donna visited, as she was that night, Brutus barked up an angry storm, not even letting her out of her car until Kinetta told him to heel.
Kinetta opened her door enough to stick her head out and look. The shock of what she saw, back pressed to the house, just two feet to the side of the door, caused her to drop the knife on the porch. Brutus' actions and knowing he was there, calmed her some.
"Brutus! Here." Her dog causally got up and walked beside his mistress. Feeling him press her leg, gave Kinetta the confidence to crouch and retrieve the knife. Holding it before her, the tiny girl stepped out to face the helpless ponygirl, shaking much more than she had been.
Dog pressed against her, Kinetta was more confident. Though kinky to the core, Kinetta was extremely intelligent. She quickly determined that the ponygirl was more afraid than she was, absolutely terrified, no doubt in her mind. She also determined the complete helplessness enforced by all the bondage. Decision time.
Kinetta reached and grabbed the bell hanging from Cynetta's nipple ring while hooking two fingers through her breast ring. Having much smaller rings through her own nipples, Kinetta knew exactly the degree of control that she had with her hand over the defenseless ponygirl.
"Come inside." Cynetta's body decided that it was going to empty its bladder at that time. When Cynetta squatted and spread her knees, the pent up tension released from Kinetta like the flood on her porch, she started to laugh hard.
"All clear, " she shouted to Donna. "Come here, you have to see this, Sis!
"Brutus, Guard!" Leading the ponygirl by her breast rings, Kinetta brought her into the lighted kitchen.
Letting go of the bell and breast ring, Kinetta hooked one finger through the nose ring, knowing the degree of control that too offered. With her eyes and free hand, Kinetta began a careful examination of what she held.
"Oh, my God!" Donna's jaw dropped when she saw what was standing in her sister's kitchen. "Who is it and what's been done to her?" Donna was nowhere near the kink her little sister was, but she did know about it and knew all about Kinetta's predilections, even knowing, fully, what she had recently been up to.
"Do you know her?"
"I've a very crazy guess. Nothing is for sure. One thing that is sure, Brutus knows her."
"Yeah, right! Brutus knows me too! Unless you come out and call him off, I can't even get out of my car."
"Precisely. Only one other person can, or could, Bob!"
"You are joking. Surly, you are not suggesting that is Bob. Your, Bob?"
"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm telling you what I think Brutus knows. Tell you this too, Sis. The look, the way she is all decked out, especially these." Kinetta touched the engraved letters on the collar and then turned the engraved disk fastened on her left ear. "These all scream, Bob!
"Cynetta is the name of my character in his books!"
At the base of Cynetta's corset, above her tail was a stiff case made from the same red, leather-like stuff as her bridle and the coiled pair of reins clipped on her right hip. Kinetta removed the reins and clipped these to the bit in Cynetta's mouth then removed her finger from the nose ring.
"Better, Cynetta?" Not needing any answer, she removed the pouch and walked with it to sit on the couch
"Who or whatever, Donna, she's no threat, not with what whoever did to her. So, sit and relax while I look through this." Not paying the least attention to Cynetta at the other end of the reins she had wrapped about her hand, Kinetta opened the case and looked through its contents. Thumbing through the thick group of photographs, she pulled them out and set the lot on Donna's lap. "If you don't recognize, those are pictures of me, taken in the past few weeks. It is part of what I do to pay my mortgage on this place." Kinetta extracted the drawing pads. Before opening one, she got up and removed Robert's book from the bookcase and set it on top of the photos on Donna's lap. "Volume One." then resat to look at the drawings on the pads.
Donna was upset, she knew her sister was a kink, but not to the depth of what she was looking at in first the book then in the recent pictures. She stopped at one. Reaching out Donna grabbed the reins and tugged.
"Turn around!" Her fingers ran over 'Slave' tattooed, permanently, below the curve of Cynetta's right cheek.
"Are you tattooed there too, Sis?"
"Nope. We used MagikMarker™ for my pictures."
"I'm surprised you aren't branded too. Or - are you, Kinetta?" Kinetta just let it pass without an answer. Finished looking through the three pads and passing these too, to Donna, Kinetta looked at Cynetta.
"Best you can, ponygirl. Tell me, were you Robert? My Robert?" Best she could, Cynetta bobbed 'Yes' from the top of her legs, as she could not move much of her above there. Donna did not miss the affirmation.
"It's getting late. Let's see what we can fix up in the garage for tonight, Donna, for my ponygirl. Plenty of time to sort out a stall tomorrow and just what we'll do with her." Kinetta stood, pulling the reins.
"You know, you said you think that's Robert, but already you are acting like he's a girl, Sis?"
"Look at those tits! Look at the metal cunt between her legs! I can stick my hand all the way in there, Donna! After you check that, you tell me that this is a guy!"
In the attached garage, Kinetta spread out newspapers in a thick layer next to the center column.
"You going to feed or water her?"
"I'll get Brutus' bowl from the kitchen so she can drink. In the morning, I'll figure out what to feed her. For tonight, Cynetta will just have to be content with where she is, tethered in my garage and not in a thousand worse places for a ponygirl like her!" Kinetta wrapped the reins about the central lolly column then cinched them securely about its base. Donna just watched her sister. From the kitchen, Kinetta, set down two bowls, one water the other, dry dog kibble.
"I'll figure out what I'm supposed to feed you tomorrow. Open up and I'll see if I can get the bit out of your mouth." Discovering the rod through Cynetta's tongue and the ring, caused her to laugh. "Quite a fix you got yourself into." Though she tried to get the disks off the ends of the rod through Cynetta's cheeks, all her efforts were totally unsuccessful, despite the two pair of large Channel-Lok™ pliers she used. "I'll deal with that in the morning." Cynetta was thankful when his former girlfriend used the key to unlock the chain to her collar, but frustrated when she left the cuffs still connected together behind her back.
"Love your tail. Cute." She lifted it then let it just fall back. Turning her attention to the bridle, the reins were moved to the ring on the front of the collar and she removed it. "No, ponygirl crap or I'll fasten them to the ring in your tongue." With that she motioned to Donna. They left, turning out the lights after the door closed.
On the hard concrete floor, Cynetta knelt, drank water from the bowl and managed to get down about a cup of the dog food. After not eating for nearly two days, it actually wasn't that bad.
Considerably more comfortable without her forehooves chained to the collar and her bit and bridle removed, sleep came rapidly to Cynetta, despite the concrete beneath her. She was no longer concerned about some strangers finding her. With Kinetta, even not knowing what might happen, the ponygirl felt safe.
"Will you, please stop referring to Cynetta as 'it' Donna? Clearly you can see she's female!"
"All right, already! So what are you going to do with her, then?" The sisters were drinking their morning coffee, seated at the kitchen table.
"I've not got it figured out. You were there, even with that horrid bit out, it was pretty clear to me that she can't talk. I'll call my doctor and try and convince her to come out here and see if she can determine why."
"I'd call a good vet first. Didn't look to me like you are going to change her back very easily."
"Funny! Besides, I'm not sure that I want to change her back, Donna, not that I could." Kinetta set down her empty cup and went to get the pot to refill it.
"Bob and I had great times together. It just wasn't meant for us to get married," Kinetta refilled Donna's cup than resat. "that's all. We were together these past weeks and it was like old times again. Just don't push. OK, Donna?"
"Whatever. But, Sis, look, it's, excuse me, she's a girl now?"
"So what? I'm bi! OK? I'm not ashamed to tell you, we're old enough, that I've had some better sex with a girl then I ever had or imagined with a guy, Bob included!" For a few moments, neither spoke.
"You want to keep her as a ponygirl then? Seems with whatever she's wearing, you ain't gonna' be having much sex?"
"I had a close look at all Cynetta has on, last night. You saw I did. Well, there is not even a trace of any seam, anywhere. None on that corset thing, her collar or the cuffs. Did you see the hooves? They aren't just boots or gloves that can be taken off, you know?"
Reluctantly, Donna had to admit that she had seen that too. They were a real part of the ponygirl in the garage. The hooves were not coming off of her limbs.
"So what are you going to do, keep her as a pet?"
"Despite our differences, Bob never hurt me, nor did he do one single thing to ever, intentionally cause me real pain, physical or mental, Donna." Their eyes met. Donna sensed that her sister was dead serious and kept silent.
"Look, I'm as kinky as we come, no denying that. I've been tied up, I've been spanked, I've even been whipped," Kinetta paused and giggled. "Maybe hard to understand, but being whipped can be a real turn on. I don't expect you to understand."
"Surprise, as it may be, I know what a crop feels like on my bare ass little sister.
"So, tell me, what are your thoughts for the ponygirl in your garage, Kinetta?"
"Years before I owned this place, horses were stabled in the barn. I haven't looked recently, but I think I can keep my ponygirl there. Should be adequate."
"I'll help, you."
It was hours later that the sisters entered the garage in the early afternoon. Kinetta wore a pair of beige, latex, riding britches and a white latex blouse. With these she'd on a pair of short, black leather gloves and her front laced black, knee boots with six inch heels. She approached Cynetta. Donna had gone home and changed into a pair of ultra tight, blue jeans, a red Western blouse and her red Western, four inch heeled boots with red leather gloves. Donna carried her sister's favorite crop and Kinetta, a five foot, loaded quirt. She snapped her wrist, causing the whip to crack loudly.
"Up, ponygirl!" Not even giving Cynetta a chance or the time, the lash raised a painful welt on her naked cheek. "I said up!" The whip bit again.
Tears in her eyes, Cynetta held still for her bridle to be strapped about her head, then opened for her bit. Kinetta did it just as it had been, complete with her tongue rod through the plate on the bit. Reins now on the bit's arms, Kinetta led her ponygirl to the barn, enjoying the music of her bells, chains and hooves on the path.
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Lincoln's Words About Jesuit Infiltration And Papal Power Still Ring True Today
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"No serious scholar accepts the authenticity of statements attributed to Lincoln by the renegade Catholic priest Charles Chiniquy to the effect that the Jesuits caused the Civil War and were plotting his (Lincoln's) assassination."
Recollected Works of Abraham Lincoln, compiled and edited by Don E. Fehrenbacher and Virginia Fehrenbacher.
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The Catholic Church booted the priest Charles Chiniquy from the diocese of Quebec in 1846 because he was involved in a sex scandal.
He went to the parish at Bourbonnais in 1852. The church was burned to the ground. The Bourbonnais citizens believed Chiniquy set the fire as all the chalices and other valuables had been transferred to the priest's
residence before the fire broke out.
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How did Lincoln meet Father Chiniquy?
Abraham Lincoln as an attorney, before running for the presidency represented a Catholic priest, who was Charles Chiniquy.
Peter Spink brought suit against the Catholic priest Chiniquy for slander, for in his church sermon, Father Chiniquy said that Spink committed perjury because Spink accused Chiniquy of immoral behavior.
Fr. Chiniquy hired Lincoln as one of his attorneys, and there were two mistrials. When the case came up the third time, Lincoln negotiated an out-of-court settlement.
In that settlement, written by Lincoln, Fr. Chiniquy swore that he had never accused Spink of perjury, except by repeating a secondhand story that he personally did not believe; furthermore, he said that he believed Spink had never committed perjury. Spink and Fr. Chiniquy then split the court costs.
From the Abraham Lincoln Association:
"Despite this legal finding, the village priest, Father Chiniquy continued to allege publicly that Spink was a perjurer, that is, he lied.
....Incensed by this double jeopardy after having been found innocent, Spink sued for $10,000 in damages caused by this slanderous attack against his integrity.
The trial ran for three days in Urbana in late May of 1856 with Lincoln defending Father Chiniquy, and a friend of Lincoln's, Oliver Davis, acting as counsel for Peter Spink.
The jury was unable to reach a decision after eleven hours of deliberation, and the judge declared a "hung jury."
The case was carried over to the fall term.It was then, in October, that Lincoln reached his own verdict that
this was not a viable argument.
Somehow he was able to convince his own disputatious client ( Father Chinquy) as well as the offended plaintiff to abandon the case, pay their own costs, and go back to
L'Erable. The order for dismissal still exists, drafted in Lincoln's own hand, reflecting his effective, yet direct and terse style, to wit:
Peter Spink
Charles Chiniquy
This day came the parties and the defendant denies that he has ever charged, or believed the plaintiff to be
guilty of Perjury; that whatever he has said from which such a charge could be inferred, he said on the information
of others, protesting his own disbelief in the charge; and that he now disclaims any belief in the truth of said
charge against said plaintiff. It is therefore, by agreement of the parties,ordered that the suit be dismissed,
each party paying his own cost—the defendant to pay his part of the cost heretofore ordered to be paid by said
Chiniquy became an unfrocked priest, (and was excommunicated by the Catholic Church) probably by the hand of the bishop of the diocese. Later, he found he was
predestined to serve as a Presbyterian minister.
Twenty year's after Lincoln's martyrdom, Chiniquy published a concocted tale of how he had visited Lincoln in
the Executive Mansion where Lincoln made him privy to "a Jesuit plot" to assassinate him in Baltimore, and the
Roman Catholic plotters would try again.
In the anti-Catholic temper of the times, his fictitious allegations found many responsive listeners. Later
scholarship (Joseph George, Jr.,Journal of the Illinois State Historical Society, February 1976) makes clear
the perfidious nature of Chiniquy's claims. Spink v. Chiniquy, in contrast, did actually happen and is available to be read in hundreds of libraries forthose who wish to explore it further.
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