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In August 2015, pediatric neurologists at public hospitals in Recife, Pernambuco State, Brazil, observed an increase in the number of disproportional microcephaly cases associated with other congenital anomalies. The fact caused social commotion and mobilization of the academic community and led the Brazilian Ministry of Health to declare a national public health emergency, followed by the declaration of a Public Health Emergency of International Concern by the World Health Organization. The hypothesis for the phenomenon was congenital Zika virus (ZIKV) infection, based on spatial-temporal correlation and the clinical-epidemiological characteristics of the two epidemics. Further evidence accumulated, and within the scope of epidemiologial reasoning fulfilled criteria that gave support to the hypothesis. The plausibility of the hypothesis is based on


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place in Virginia shows just how divided this nation is.”

A tale of two Staceys

As different as the Staceys are, the two have striking similarities.

Both grew up in poverty with stories that inspire awe, pushing themselves through college to earn law degrees, and their hardscrabble childhoods shaped their views of government.

Both were elected to the state House in their 30s, after Democrats had lost their generations-long grip on state government, and they were never encumbered by sometimes-stifling memories of the party’s glory days.

Both have had up-close views of the tragic toll of substance abuse on their families: Abrams’ brother Walter is serving a prison sentence stemming from a drug addiction and a long-undiagnosed mental illness. Evans’ brother Spencer has been in and out of jail and treatment for opiateabuse, and he has been clean for about a year now.

Both have cunning political instincts to back their ambition. The two entered the race for governor only days apart, each with a pledge to bolster the HOPE scholarship and make technical college tuition-free.

And both have carved out prominent profiles, although Abrams has received the lion’s share of national media attention.

‘We could resist’

Abrams grew up in Gulfport, Miss., raised by parents who instilled in her a desire for public service. She graduated from Spelman College, where she was student body president, and she later received her law degree from Yale University.

Before she was 30, she was a deputy attorney for the city of Atlanta who had growing political aspirations of her own. She ran for an open seat representing


of Georgia to earn her law degree.

A feeling of hopelessness as a young girl in an abusive household fueled her desire to run for office. When she was 12, she said, she called the police to report her mother was being abused by her boyfriend. When the authorities shrugged off her complaint, she said it taught her it matters whether politicians use their power “to protect the people in need.”

A campaign video that showed the 16 homes she lived in before she was 18 — and frankly discussed the abuse her mother experienced — elicited a wave of campaign donations and glowing reviews. Democratic strategist Paul Begala said “candidates like Stacey remind me why I’m a Democrat in the first place.”

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The group originated on May 27th, 1995. That day, about 30 people met in Galatasaray Square in Istanbul for half an hour, holding placards with the names and photographs of relatives abducted during some of the bleakest years for human rights in Turkey. They continued to do so every week until 1999 when significant state violence led participants to pause the demonstrations for several years.

Hanim Tosun, whose husband was abducted by state forces in 1995, described the attacks on demonstrators to Amnesty International in 1998. “I believe it was the 176th week of our action as Saturday Mothers when we were detained. This was the third time that I


significantly higher. The disappearances coincided with a concentrated campaign of village demolition in Kurdish provinces, attacks on critical media, arrests of opposition members of parliament, torture, and other serious human rights violations— all under the guise of “fighting terrorism.” Despite the efforts of the Saturday Mothers, as well as other peace and human rights activists, no official process of accountability has taken place, and no apology has been given.

The Saturday Mothers resumed their weekly demonstrations in 2009. In recent years, their mission has taken on a new urgency, as the state of emergency, the AKP government’s consolidation of power, and the breakdown of peace negotiations with the PKK led to a resurgence in human rights abuses conducted in the name of national security. A 2016 paper by theOwner must obtain the PHA's authorization for an eviction; accordingly, a copy of the notice shall be furnished simultaneously to the PHA, and the notice shall also state that the Family may, within the same period, present its objections to the PHA in writing or in person. The PHA shall forthwith examine the grounds for eviction and shall authorize the eviction unless it finds the grounds to be insufficient under the Lease. The PHA shall notify the Owner and the Family of its determination within 20 days of the date of the notice to the Family, whether or not the Family has presented objections to the PHA. If the Owner has not received a response from the PHA within 20 days, he shall telephone the PHA and shall


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Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama condemned former pastor Jeremiah Wright Tuesday for "profoundly distorted" views that include blaming Israel for the conflict in the Middle East, but did not repudiate his relationship with him.
In a speech on race in Philadelphia, the site of the next party primary on April 22, Obama tried to stamp out the controversy swirling over tapes of Wright making statements such as "God damn America" and accusing Israel of "state terrorism against the Palestinians."
The comments broke into the national political debate following an ABC News story last week, but much ofnot justify bigotry."
"I don't think he justified it," countered long-time Democratic and Jewish community activist Steve Rabinowitz. "There's a difference between explaining and justifying."
Rabinowitz, who supports Hillary Clinton, added, "He said everything he needed to say."
On Monday, Clinton also came under attack for her ties to her religious denomination, the Methodist Church, at an event held in Washington for young Jewish leaders in the United Jewish Communities system.
At a forum with campaign surrogates for the presidential candidates, Clinton advisor Ann Lewis was asked about the Methodist Church's efforts to divest from Israel.
"She disapproves of divestment, and she says that whenever she's asked," Lewis said.
The Clinton campaign was unable to produce any examples of the candidate herself speaking on the subject when asked Tuesday.
Rabinowitz rejected the assertion by some


that there has been a double standard in the Jewish community that hasn't subjected Clinton to as strict a scrutiny as Obama in terms of her associations.
"It's a legitimate question about divestment. I think she's made clear where she is," he said. "But it doesn't begin to compare to Jeremiah Wright's comments."
Former secretary of state Lawrence Eagleburger, a backer of presumptive Republican nominee John McCain, was also queried at Monday's forum about the endorsement the latter has received from former secretary of state Jim Baker and his ties to the religious Right.
Eagleburger noted that McCain was "less than enthusiastically received" by the hard Right, which he referred to as "a serious problem in the Republican Party."
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In prior research, which looked at Facebook users across wider swaths of the country, this same team of social scientists found that, yeah, your social network is shaped by physical distance. The closer someone is, the more likely they are to be your Facebook friend. But the researchers were surprised to find that, in New York at least, transportation ease was an even stronger predictor of Facebook friendship than distance. Upping the distance between neighborhoods by 10 percent correlates


Two companies steeped in Milwaukee history, Pabst Brewing (historic plant, left) and MillerCoors (Miller Valley location. right), are embroiled in a legal battle over MillerCoors' commitment to brewing Pabst brands. Credit: Journal Sentinel files

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Early last year, Pabst Brewing Co. was flirting with a return to its roots, exploring launching a microbrewery at the historic Pabst plant in 2016.

Instead, Pabst has come back to Milwaukee to wage a high-stakes legal battle against hometown heavy hitter MillerCoors LLC.

Pabst and its owner, Los Angeles-based Blue Ribbon Intermediate Holdings LLC, claim in a lawsuit filed in circuit court that MillerCoors has breached without warning a long-term agreement to brew Pabst products, after repeated assurances that MillerCoors had sufficient capacity to honor the deal into the next decade.

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In a one-of-its-kind case, Maharashtra chief minister Devendra Fadnavis initiated a trap that was laid by the anti-corruption bureau (ACB).

By involving himself in getting an officer from law and judiciary department - which is headed by him - arrested in a graft case on Wednesday and ensuring it is widely published in the media, the CM intended to send a message to the administration that corruption will not be tolerated.

The officer approached an advocate from Arvi in Wardha after he learnt that the licence to operate notary was being approved by the department. The advocate, who is said to be very close to the CM, informed him about this.

Fadnavis called the complainant to his office in Vidhan Bhavan and initiated a trap against


the officer. He monitored the four-hour operation with the help of ACB head Praveen Dixit. The officer was arrested at around 7.30pm, opposite a hotel at CST.

The officer, Milind Kadam, an undersecretary rank officer from the department, was appointed as nodal officer by the department with the responsibility of briefing the CM and minister of state Ranjit Patil. Fadnavis was miffed as the name was recommended by the department head and principal secretary MA Sayyed.

Kadam assured the complainant that he would have the order issued and demanded Rs 5 lakh but lowered it to Rs 3.5 lakh, said ACB sources. He was caught accepting of Rs 45, 000, the first instalment.

Patil said, “He (Kadam) was not appointed as my personal assistant or secretary but was appointed to briefCarlsbad, CA (July 15, 2009) – On June 25, 2009, the world was shocked to hear that Michael Jackson had suddenly passed away. In honor of one of the world’s most prolific performers, The Upper Deck Company is releasing a quartet of short-printed, illustrated insert cards honoring Michael Jackson’s legendary 1993 halftime performance at Football’s biggest game.

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Peter Vlaming, who taught French at Virginia's West Point High School, said he sought to accommodate the student by avoiding using pronouns at all, and referring to him by a new name.

But Vlaming said the student confronted him after hearing that Vlaming was still referring to him by female pronouns behind his back.

He said in the lawsuit he was reprimanded by school officials, suspended, and ultimately fired by the school board over ongoing conflicts about the student's pronouns.

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A former Virginia teacher who refused to use a transgender student's requested pronouns is suing his own school district for


firing him, and alleging that his freedom of speech was violated.

Peter Vlaming, who taught French at Virginia's West Point High School, said in a complaint that school board officials tried to force him to "express an objective biological falsehood" by urging him to use the student's male pronouns.

The lawsuit alleges the school board "punished Mr. Vlaming for not communicating a message about gender identity, a message that he does not hold, that he does not wish to communicate, and that conflicts with his religious beliefs and conscience."

The school board did not respond to Insider's request for comment, though it defended the termination last year by saying that Vlaming had violated its policy against discrimination on the basis of gender identity.

"Mr. Vlaming was asked repeatedly, over several weeks andby multiple administrators, to address a student by the pronouns with which this student identifies," the board said in a December 2018 statement. "The issue before us was not one mistaken slip of the tongue. Mr. Vlaming consistently refused to comply going forward — including in a statement made at the hearing — a willful violation of school board policy."

Multiple local LGBTQ and civil-rights groups declined or did not respond to Insider's request for comment.

The student confronted Vlaming after finding out the teacher was using the wrong pronouns behind his back

Peter Vlaming taught French at Virginia's West Point High School. YouTube/WAVY TV 10

Vlaming said in his complaint that he had tried to accommodate some of the student's requests last September when the student informed Vlaming that he was


transitioning. For instance, when the student told Vlaming he wanted to be called by a different name, Vlaming allowed his entire class to choose new French names for the semester, so as not to draw undue attention to the student.

Vlaming said he also avoided referring to the student by female pronouns while the student was present.

Though this strategy seemed to work well for the first few weeks of school, in late October the student confronted Vlaming and said he heard from others that Vlaming was still referring to him by female pronouns behind his back.

Read more: At least 18 transgender people have been killed this year in what experts are calling an 'epidemic'

From there, the situation escalated, the school's principal and assistant principal got involved, and Vlaming wasformally reprimanded.

The situation soon boiled over shortly afterward, when Vlaming organized a classroom activity where students divided into pairs, with one student wearing virtual reality goggles and the second giving directions in French.

When the transgender student appeared to nearly walk into a wall, unbeknownst to his partner, Vlaming shouted out, "Don't let her hit the wall!"

The student later confronted Vlaming, telling him, "You may have your religion, but you need to respect who I am."

Vlaming's firing divided the community, with many rallying to his defense and others supporting the school board's decision

Later that day, the student withdrew from Vlaming's class. Not long after that, Vlaming was suspended, and the school board ultimately voted unanimously to fire him.

The move divided the community, with roughly 100 students staging a walkout


in support of Vlaming shortly after he was fired. The school board chairman, Paul Diggs, told the Richmond Times-Dispatch that his inbox was deluged with hateful messages over the board's decision, and with emails from parents of transgender students who thanked the board.

Read more: HUD Secretary Ben Carson ridiculed transgender women as 'big, hairy men' trying to infiltrate women's shelters, leaving staffers horrified

But Vlaming has maintained that he was simply handling the situation the best way he could, in accordance with his religious beliefs, and should not have been forced by the school board to use pronouns he viewed as untruthful.

"Mr. Vlaming believes both as a matter of human anatomy and religious conviction that sex is biologically fixed in each person and cannot be changed regardless of aLeft-wing Israelis and Palestinian protestors on opposite sides of the Israel-Gaza fence get a rare chance to speak to one another face to face.

For a few short minutes last week, a group of Israeli activists managed to have a face-to-face conversation with Palestinian activists in Gaza, albeit through a militarized fence.

On Wednesday of last week, for the first time since the Great Return March began in March, a small group of Israeli activists approached the fence to speak with Palestinian demonstrators, standing just meters from them on the other side.

The Palestinians who approached the fence had been taking part in a cultural event near the village of Khuza’a in one of the nearby tent encampments, which was established as part of the Great Return March.

The rare meeting lasted


solidarity with Palestinians protesting on the other side. Along with waving Palestinian flags on the Israeli side of the border, the activists previously hung photos of Gazans killed by the Israeli army and organized parallel tea parties on both sides of the fence.

Palestinians have been marching weekly to the fence in order to highlight the impacts of the siege on Gaza, as well as to re-center the issue of Palestinian refugees. Since protests began on March 30, Israeli soldiers have killed at least 205 Palestinians, and wounded tens of thousands of others. Last Friday, Israeli soldiers shot dead seven Palestinians — including two teenage boys — during the protests, according to Gaza’s Health Ministry.

This article was first published in Hebrew on Local Call. Read it here.The San Bernadino shooting has just happened and the shooters are unknown, but in response to Robert Dear Jr.'s murder of three people at a Colorado Springs shopping mall last week, the New York Times exulted:

"Even as politicians and those in Congress pump up public fears at the supposed threat of refugees fleeing Syria, every day in America people – mostly white men – are walking into movie theaters, restaurants, churches, grade schools and health care centers armed to the teeth, determined to take as many people out as they can."

Mostly white men???

I know it didn't happen here, but is the Times really going to ignore the murder of 130 people in Paris two weeks ago?

Here at home, an Oregon community college was shot up in October –


by a mixed-race, half-black immigrant, Chris Harper-Mercer. Nine people were killed. It's hard to remember every sensational crime, but that was just two months ago.

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Last year, another mixed-race immigrant, Elliot Rodger, committed mass murder at a sunny college campus in Santa Barbara, killing twice as many people as Robert Dear did – in half the time! That seemed like a pretty big story to me, but the media passed over it pretty quickly. The Times has airbrushed it from history.

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In 2013, two Chechen immigrants –also allegedly fleeing persecution – blew up the Boston Marathon.

In 2012, Haitian immigrant Kesler Dufrene murdered as many people in Miami as Robert Dear did in Colorado Springs. One of Dufrene's victims was a 15-year-old girl. Dufrene had already been convicted of a felony in the United States, so he should have been deported, but our "Deporter in Chief" Obama had blocked his return to Haiti. As the murdered girl's mother said, "Because of immigration, my daughter is not alive."

Have you ever heard of Dufrene? I don't think his murders got as much press as the "Planned Parenthood" shooting.

I'm sure you've heard of Jared Loughner. But have you ever heard of Eduardo Sencion?

In 2011, nine months after Loughner's shooting spree in Tucson, Arizona, Sencion, a Mexican immigrant, shot


up a Carson City, Nevada, IHOP, killing four Americans, including three National Guardsmen and a 67-year old woman.

Eduardo was a Mexican immigrant. The Times ran two stories on his mass murder – on Pages 17 and 18. By contrast, Loughner's shooting got dozens of write-ups in the Times, including at least three front-page articles, three editorials and 10 op-eds.

The media are tickled pink whenever they have a white perpetrator because it happens so rarely in a country that is majority white.

In 2009 – the same year that model second-generation immigrant Nidal Malik Hasan murdered 13 soldiers at Fort Hood – model first-generation Vietnamese immigrant Jiverly Wong shot and killed 13 people in Binghamton, New York, because he was upset that people disrespected his English skills.

Who holds the recordfor the deadliest shooting by a single gunman in U.S. history, you ask? That would be Korean immigrant, Seung-Hui Cho, with 32 murders in a matter of hours at Virginia Tech in 2007.

The Times cheered anti-gun advocate Carolyn McCarthy's election to Congress, but today, the paper seems to have forgotten the event that propelled her there: the 1993 Long Island Railroad massacre that left six passengers dead, including McCarthy's husband.

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That mass shooting was committed by a Jamaican immigrant, Colin Ferguson.

It hasn't even been a week, and the Times has already run more than a dozen articles on the


shooting at a Colorado Springs shopping mall. Hey – everybody remember the wall-to-wall coverage of the mass shooting at a Salt Lake City shopping mall in 2007? Five people were killed.

Here's a clue: Two days after the attack, the Times ran an article titled, "Anti-Bosnian Backlash Is Feared in Utah." (The killer: Bosnian immigrant Sulejman Talovic.)

After Mexican immigrant Salvador Tapia slaughtered six employees at the Windy City Core Supply warehouse in Chicago in 2003, the Times plastered the story all over – one article on Page 14 of the late edition. The Washington Post also ran one.

The media use their own lack of coverage as proof that mass murder by non-whites almost never happens. It's exactly what they're doing to Donald Trump over his claim that a lotAirshow Moment 2018 5 – Heritage Flights

A long established act in the United States, “Heritage” or “Legacy” flights see historic aircraft join their modern day counterpart for a sequence of formation passes before breaking up into solo displays.

This idea of pairing past with present is certainly not unique to the US and there have been plenty of great RAF offerings over the years, with a notable memory being the recent Typhoon/Spitfire Syncrho pair in 2015.

Across the 2018 season both in the UK and abroad there have been a wide array of unique formations that have seen warbirds take centre stage alongside modern day counterparts.

The first example of such a flight for the 2018 season was at La Ferté in May. The French show actually saw three unique heritage


flights take place. The first saw the Memorial Flight’s SPAD XIII join up with the modern day Rafale for a single pass across the airfield. This must be approaching a record for number of years between two types in one formation and made for a poignant sight to mark the end of the First World War.

Staying with French history, later in the show the newly restored Corsair led four Rafales in a Naval heritage flight formation before moving into its own wonderful solo routine which left a lasting impression.

Bringing the continental element of this post to a close was a Swiss take on the Heritage Flight idea, pairing the F-18 Hornet with the Morane MS406.

A few weeks later at Cosford in June, Anglia Aircraft Restoration’s Hawker Hurricane wasjoined by a Polish Air Force MIG-29 in an important tribute to those brave Polish airmen who provided such great support in the Battle of Britain.

Flying Legends at Duxford in July saw the only UK appearance from an official Heritage Flight. This display featured the USAF F-35A joined by P-51D Mustang “Hun Hunter/Texas” and for the first time in Heritage Flight history, a non-American design in the shape of Spitfire JG891.

The F-35A wasn’t the only example of the new type to take part in a multi-generational flypast. At both Fairford in July and Duxford in September a fitting tribute was paid to 617 Squadron, with the Lancaster being joined by an F-35B and, for the last time at an airshow, an RAF Tornado GR4.


News from around the world

Mali extremists vow to attack French over calls to oust militants

October 15, 2012 | 1:45
pm

Religious extremists who hold the northern stretches of Mali in their grip promised
revenge attacks against the French this weekend after the European country pushed for
regional military action to eject them.

“They are the kind of people with whom nothing works except
blood and destruction," one extremist wrote Saturday in an online forum
used by Islamists, according to SITE Monitoring Service.

The online messages urged militants to attack French companies, factories and
citizens in Africa, encouraging them to
model themselves on Mohamed Merah, who French authorities say confessed to a
string of deadly shootings of soldiers and schoolchildren in France last March before
dying in a shootout with police. No authorization was needed to kill
the French, one of theunder a harsh and brutal interpretation of
religious law. The French president has argued that the armed groups threaten not just
Mali, but the rest of Africa and Europe as well.

A coalition of West African nations is to meet
Friday with representatives of the African Union and the United Nations in Bamako, Mali's capital, to discuss their next steps.

Mali has been thrown into turmoil this year by a rebellion by ethnic Tuareg in the north and a military coup in the south. Though the military
seized power in frustration over the Tuareg advances, the chaos after the coup
only helped the rebellion spread. Islamists later piggybacked on the rebels’
gains.

The military has since officially handed off power, but experts
say it still holds sway over the government, and it has been accused of abducting
coup opponents.


Beijing: Hong Kong's embattled Chief Executive Carrie Lam has condemned protesters for increasingly violent clashes between police and activists and said she will continue in her role in the wake of a report she offered to resign.

The Financial Times, citing two unnamed sources, said Lam had made several offers to resign as the leader as protest marches brought up to 2 million people onto Hong Kong streets, but the offer was rejected by Beijing.

Protesters have been calling for Lam to resign, and the revelation she has been unable to do so because she answers first to the Chinese leadership in Beijing and not the voters of Hong Kong, is likely to deepen their disillusionment with Hong Kong's political system.

But on Monday, Lam's office denied the resignation report, andAmerica.

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Charles F. Wheatley, Jr., Washington, D.C., entered an appearance for intervenor American Public Gas Assn.

5
Before WRIGHT and MacKINNON, Circuit Judges, and JAMESON,* Senior District Judge.

J. SKELLY WRIGHT, Circuit Judge:

6
Petitioner congressmen challenge orders of the Federal Power Commission1 permitting a natural gas producer, George Mitchell & Associates, to increase its rates for gas sold pursuant to a 1954 contract in interstate commerce to a level about 65 per cent above that which other producers in Mitchell's production area may charge under the Commission's recently established Other Southwest Area rates.2  Since the Commission justified its grant of 'special relief' to Mitchell from the area rate by Mitchell's commitment to invest a certain level of funds in further gas exploration and production, this case requires us to exercise again our


than a year after the Other Southwest Area decision.  Under the established area rates Mitchell could sell gas produced from its Wise County region wells pursuant to a 1954 contract with Natural Gas Pipeline Company at 18.859cents per Mcf.18  It requested permission to sell this gas at 30.25cents per Mcf.  In support of its request Mitchell did not argue that the costs of its Wise County area operations are significantly greater than the average costs of gas production in its district of the Other Southwest Area.19  Indeed it did not offer any evidence on its costs, or on the profitableness of its wells at the rates it was then charging.20  Rather Mitchell requested the sharply above ceiling rate in return for its promiseto undertake additional exploration in the Wise County area.

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After a prehearing conference had been commenced and testimony had been placed on the record, a settlement proposal agreed to by the Commission staff and by Natural was submitted by Mitchell to the Commission for its consideration.  Two months later the Commission approved the settlement by a two to one vote, there being at the time two vacancies on the five-member Commission.21

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The settlement reflected closely Mitchell's request for special relief.  Mitchell was permitted to charge 30.25cents per Mcf both for its old flowing gas and for new gas which it had not yet discovered and committed to interstate commerce.  Mitchell agreed to drill at least 125 additional wells in the Wise County region covered in the contract


cited studies which predicted that if no increase in drilling occurred in this region there would be in the years from 1973 to 1977 significant decreases in the gas which could be delivered to Natural from the region.  The Commission reasoned that if Natural were forced to obtain its gas elsewhere its ultimate consumers would suffer because of the high price of alternative sources of gas.  The Commission explained the hesitancy of Mitchell to locate and produce in the Wise County region by Mitchell's inability in five years to recoup at the rate it could charge under the area ceiling the money it would have to expend in such location and production efforts.  The Commission asserted that the 30.25cents per Mcf rate requested by Mitchellregion on the 125 new wells.26

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The Commission, however, had no evidence before it on how Mitchell's past costs and profit margins at the rates it had theretofore been charging compared with those of other producers in the Other Southwest Area.  There was thus no way in which the Commission could determine from the record of this case what Mitchell's overall profit margin in the Wise County region would be under the 30.25cents per Mcf rate.  The disputed $3 million figure represents only an incremental profit which will derive from the settlement agreement.  Furthermore, as stressed by dissenting Chairman Nassikas, in computing even this incremental profit the Commission failed to consider any revenues Mitchell can expect to obtain beyond the five-year period in which it is


Corp. v. FPC, supra, constrains us to approve the Commission's grant of special relief to Mitchell on the evidentiary record before it.  The Commission's action in the instant case goes a significant step beyond that which was given approval in Mobil Oil.  As explained above at pages 358-359, the Commission has attempted to address the gas shortage by developing area rates which include not only an average area cost base, but also noncost incentives for new gas exploration and production.  Mobil Oil was an affirmance of the Commission's development of such area rates in the Southern Louisiana Area.  Wise County is part of the Other Southwest Area, the rate structure for which was set by the Commission to provide adequate incentives for production inNatural's consumers under a 30.25cents per Mcf rate.  The Commission's discussion of the estimate of the excess of 1973 through 1977 revenues from its rate increase over the costs of the new Wise County drilling surely did not constitute such consideration.  As stressed by Chairman Nassikas in his dissent, the new wells drilled in the Wise County region are expected to produce gas for many years beyond 1977 and the revenues, as well as any costs, from the late years of production need to be taken into account on a discounted basis in order to calculate the incremental profit which Mitchell will obtain from the settlement agreement.34  In addition, the Commission should have obtained past cost data from Mitchell in order to compute the profits


full evidentiary record on Mitchell's costs of production in the Wise County contract region and the profits which it can expect to obtain over the life of its new and old wells in this region.  Inasmuch as Mitchell is now in its second year of drilling toward its 125-well Wise County region commitment and the success ratio of this drilling can be determined, the Commission can make accurate estimates of the amount of gas Mitchell will be able to sell as a result of its exploratory investments.38

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It is for the Commission to determine that rate level which is necessary to induce Mitchell to complete its drilling in the Wise County region, and it is for the Commission to determine whether the overall profits which Mitchell would obtainwould be limited by the lower 19.7cents and 18.2cents ceilings.  See JA Vol.  I at 20

19
 The Other Southwest Area is subdivided into several districts or sub-areas.  This subdivision is necessary because the Other Southwest Area, unlike the other major production areas, is not homogeneous in its geology and markets.  See 46 FPC 900, 907 (1971)

20
 Before its request to increase its rates to 30.25cents per Mcf Mitchell was charging less under its contract with Natural than the area ceilings.  Mitchell's pre-request charge was 17.625cents per Mcf

21
 We are not influenced by Natural's acquiescence in the settlement agreement.  As stated by Chairman Nassikas in dissenting from the Commission's order below:
Natural has neither the incentive to bargain for the lowest reasonable price to


Censorship as defined by the the suppression of words, images, or ideas that are "offensive". as defined by the American Civil Liberties Union is

Censorship happens whenever a group of people succeed in imposing their personal political or moral values on others. Censorship can be carried out by the government, as well as private pressure groups, however Censorship by the government is unconstitutional.

Video game localization, refers to the process of transforming video game software and hardware for preparation to be imported and sold in a new region, usually a different country. Although translating the text assets is a large part of localization, the process includes any changes made to a game, including altering art assets, creating new packaging and manuals, recording new audio, transforming hardware, and even cutting outto remove those maid and swimsuit outfits which are purely optional to wear.

It's quite easy to place the blame on Nintendo of America. The company has a vast history of censoring the content of games to the point of absurdity. To be fair, NoA has also taken out content that that may be culturally insensitive like Bowser's win taunt where he flips the camera the bird in Super Mario RPG, but then again you also have the bizarre case of Mortal Kombat being neutered in 1992. A move which ultimately saved their bacon during the 1993 senate hearings, but was a total commercial failure for the company, and pushed a number of teenage and adult gamers into Sega's camp. While it's easy to make the case that this


is merely history repeating, I'm going to leave that for you to decide on your own. (I also have included It's quite easy to place the blame on Nintendo of America. The company has a vast history of censoring the content of games to the point of absurdity. To be fair, NoA has also taken out content that that may be culturally insensitive like Bowser's win taunt where he flips the camera the bird in Super Mario RPG, but then again you also have the bizarre case of Mortal Kombat being neutered in 1992. A move which ultimately saved their bacon during the 1993 senate hearings, but was a total commercial failure for the company, and pushed a number of teenage and adult gamers into Sega's camp. Whiletactics being used when discussing DOA Extreme 3 being left in Japan and the censorship of Street Fighter V . In the latter, R. Mika's buttslap taunt and Some frames of Cammy were altered in their ultras combo animations. The excuse as to why was explained as The ACLU website states that Sex in art and entertainment is the most frequent target of censorship crusades. Which is no surprise considering there are people out there that share the bizarre belief thatWith that being said, one must understand that when having debates like these about questionable content being removed, the first thing you often see is people virtue signaling and throwing out their puritanical sentiments in order to shame others into submission.These are tactics being used when discussing DOA


of course , this won't effect the overall playtime of the campaign mind you, but think about all the extra hours and time that people put into Pokemon X and Y's Pokemon amie mini game, as well as the Super training mini games. To the layman those games may have seemed to be quite useless when it comes to finishing the main campaign of the game, however they provided countless hours of stat building and bonding , both ensuring that your pokemon would be stronger faster and willing to cooperate with you in your fight against other trainers. This was very useful in the metagame aspect of the series, and is part of what helped the game to sell 12 million copies world wide in the first fiveeyes pouring over the address, though she really didn't have to. She'd memorized it already. Frowning, she cast a side-long glance at the white paper bag sitting beside her. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, but she wondered if the gesture may be a bit…much. As if a cheap pastry was going to help make this reunion any easier.

"You gonna get out or what?" the cabbie scoffed, narrowing his eyes at her in the rearview mirror.

"Sorry," Iris muttered, swiping her purse from the seat next to her. She hastily tossed the wad of cash, crisp and clean and fresh from the airport ATM, into the front seat. The cabbie muttered something to her, but she was outside before it could reach her ears. She


had to keep moving before she changed her mind.

Her heels made frantic clicks against the pavement as she moved towards the block of apartments. A structure that looked like it had seen better days. She had to admit, her ensemble may have been a bit pristine for this part of town. She probably stood out in the worst way possible, years away from this city taking out every ounce of the native in her.

"Oh, hell," she muttered, trying to at least appear like she half-way knew what she was doing as she finally found the courage to enter the building. To rip off the Band-Aid, to propel herself into the turmoil, the tension and betrayal, the emotional shit-show this reunion was about to be. Before she could changeher mind, she clicked the buzzer.

"Yeah," the gruff voice from the little box at the door. Iris tossed her weight from foot to foot.

"Um, here to visit a resident," her voice cracked. "He's, um…not expecting me. Murdock. Matthew Murdock."

There was an irate sigh, which Iris guessed she wasn't supposed to hear, before the door clicked open. No going back now, she thought.

The lift was sketchy as anything, and so she braved the stairs. Gave her more time to think this through, at least. Each creak in the ancient steps a tiny whisper, asking her if she really wanted to do this. He'd hate her. Probably did hate her. She hated her for it, the selfish decisions she'd made. He'd have no reason to want to see her again.

She


flinched a little at her own choice on language. She'd been good about it, before, when they were younger. When things were simpler. But….years away had made her sloppy, thoughtless.

The door loomed before her, her heart quickening a little as she stood….staring. Her eyes traced the apartment number, her hand shakily raising to meet the wood. She barely registered that she was knocking. A quick, loud wrap with shaking hands.

There was only silence at first, and Iris was about to scamper away, half-relieved in defeat, when the voice sounded. "Yeah. Yeah. Wait."

Iris's chest squeezed, her stomach dropping to her feet. She crumbled the paper bag in her hands, her breathing quickening. The door flew open and she was staring right into tinted lenses. Old sweats, a hoodie, messybrown hair. He leaned lazily against the doorframe. Had she woken him up?

"Matty," the name tumbled from her mouth before she could even begin to think about it. He shifted, straightening up. She wasn't sure if he recognized her voice. Time and a new location had morphed her proud New-York dialect into something vaguely Southern. There was more Charlotte than Hell's Kitchen in her vernacular now.

"Iris."

Or maybe she should give him more credit….

She couldn't tell if he was angry. The way he said her name was more numb shock than anything. Even so, just hearing her name in his voice sent a stab of guilt shooting up her spine.

"I…" she started lamely, crinkling the bag in her hands again. "I brought éclairs from Ethan's. That place where we


used to go with D…"

"I know what Ethan's is," he cut her off. Yep, there was the anger…

She didn't know what to say, but she didn't have to come up with anything. He pinched the bridge of his nose, whole body heaving with a sigh, and stepped aside, opening the door wider. "Come in."

She hesitated for a moment before taking the invitation, drinking in the apartment. The only light was that which filtered through the windows. And there wasn't much in way of decorations either. But it seemed nice enough. Especially by Hell's Kitchen standards.

"What are you doing here?" he accused, door slamming behind him. He moved slowly, carefully, as if his muscles were screaming beneath his skin.

"Matty, I know you're mad at me. I…."

"Mad?" he scoffed. "I'mnot mad, Iris. I'm apathetic. As apathetic as you were when you up and left and never came back."

Iris's breath hitched. The comment was like an uppercut to the jaw, no matter how much she'd prepared for it.

"Foggy. Foggy. Foggy."

The automated voice startled Iris, cutting through the tension like a knife. Matty's head titled in the direction of the sound and he shuffled away, gesturing in Iris's direction, silently telling her to wait.

"Yeah," his voice floated from the other room.

"Good morning sunshine," the voice of "Foggy" rang from the other line on speaker.

"What time is it?" Matty sighed, trying and failing to keep the strain from his voice. Iris took a step forward toward the doorway. He was perched on the edge of his bed, shifting in response


of women: real estate agent. So not your type. Very homely. Might be genetic. No need to be charming. And she kind of told me she thinks blind people are 'God's mistake'."

Iris, in spite of herself, rolled her eyes.

"That's a horrible thing to say, Foggy," Matt sighed, echoing Iris's thoughts, but with a tiny smile on his face.

"I know! In this day and age! Alright, shake it. Gonna go bribe a cop."

"Foggy," Matt said, a ghost of a laugh hidden in the word.

"Kidding, NSA, if you're listening," Foggy snorted. "But seriously, yeah. Gotta go bribe a cop. See you in forty five."

The line went dead, the absence of Foggy—strange name—a sealing of the airlock that had been temporarily venting the tension in the room. Matt stayed on thebed, pretending to ignore Iris for a whole minute. His fingers grabbing bunches of his sheets.

"Who was that?" Iris asked, deciding to end the pretense. She kept herself in the doorway, not daring to cross into his bedroom. A million memories of a different life—Iris walking past his open door, checking on him to make sure he was doing his homework like he was supposed to—stirred just at the back of her mind. She squashed them down.

Matt stood up, rigid and slow, and moved toward his closet. "You don't get to just wedge yourself back in my life, Iris." He disappeared, his clipped tone accompanied by the sound of rustling hangers.

She folded her arms, tears threatening to spill. She knew this wasn't exactly going to be an easy


reunion. Knew he was going to be pissed at her. But thinking about it, preparing for it, was different than living it.

"Matty, we were kids…"

His head reappeared, fingers skillfully working up the buttons of his cheap dress shirt. "Iris, you and I both know the leaving wasn't the issue. It was the never coming back. Not for graduations. Holidays. Anything. You were a ghost, Iris. All I got were letters. Letters the sisters had to read to me." Every word is blunt and cutting. Pushing Iris closer and closer to the tears she was desperate not to shed.

If he'd seen me preparing letters in Braille, Dr. Manson would have known who I was sending it to, Iris screamed in her head. In her mind, she pulled Matty intoan embrace and explained everything. How the only contact Dr. Manson had let her keep was with their old church. Despite everything, Dr. Manson claimed himself to be a devout catholic. He always brought Iris along to masses. He'd even let her have on connection to her old life. Her family's old parish. Anything she'd manageable to smuggle to Matty had been through their priest, Father Lantom. A rare bright spot. He'd been unable to strip her of her faith.

Iris looked down at her feet—at her stupid, impractical shoes. Her throat was impossibly dry. A lump formed from pent-up tears. She'd been desperate to do more, but….

In her mind's eye, all she could see were stern grey eyes, a hand ripping her cell phone out of her hands.


his mouth set into a thin line. A little twitch in his jaw. She could feel the scrutiny. She was very conscious of her heart, hammering against her ribs.

"Iris, dad was lying. About having enough for rent this month," nine-year-old Matty's voice echoed in the back of her mind. "People's hearts beat differently when they lie. Their hearts always beat louder than their voices, if I listen hard enough. Did you know that?"

A time when he'd been comfortable enough with her to share his secrets, ones he'd kept even from their dad. A time of togetherness, of solidarity. A time long-gone. A time Dr. Manson had wanted to erase.

Silence followed. Uncomfortable, heavy. Iris's self-loathing eating away at her.

"I really should go," Matt finally said. They both knew he'dher stomach. She was ready to get out of the apartment, to get herself out of his life again, like he so clearly wanted.

"Iris."

She stopped on a dime, whirling around.

"Coffee? Tomorrow morning? Ethan's?"

The question hit her in tidal waves. A simple request, a baby step in the direction of healing, and yet….

Her whole body relaxed, overtaken with a shudder of relief. "Yes," she managed. She crossed to the coffee table, dropping the Ethan's bag. "Eight?"

"Right."

"I'll….see you tomorrow then," she adjusted her purse on her shoulder. Certainly not the tear-filled hug-fest forgiveness of a Hallmark movie, but coffee was better than nothing. "Give me your phone, I'll put my number in."

He held out his smartphone, unlocked and ready for input, and she quickly punched in her number.

"I….missed you," he


muttered, and she finally allowed herself a tiny, sad smile as she handed him back his cell.

"Same, Baby Brother."

Iris had to give herself a minute before she entered her new apartment, not quite ready to face her new roommate again. Josephine Zhou, a cellist also employed by Iris's new boss, was nice enough, but she was a little….present for Iris's taste. She'd spent most of last night prying into questions that Iris wasn't ready to answer. At least not to a stranger. Thankfully, Josephine, like Iris, had a second job at nights, so at least Iris got a few hours of quiet.

"You're back!" Josephine grinned as soon as Iris walked for the door. The cellist was in a posture chair, her instrument out. Her pink robe and pajamapants were still on, black hair up in a messy bun, her glasses sliding down the brim of her nose. Almond shaped brown eyes alive and alert and shimmering, zeroed in on her music. "How were your errands?"

"Fine," Iris said, wiggling her finger, balancing her key ring. It made a satisfying little jingle. "I was actually going to grab my oboe and head into the conservatory for awhile, get used to my studio. Gotta be ready for my first lesson on Monday. Practice a little."

"Someone's dedicated," Josephine shrugged, already focusing back on her music. The cello started up again as Iris went to her bedroom, kicking off her heels and throwing herself onto the old twin. The mattress shuddered and creaked under her weight.

She'd had a queen, a


comfortable one, in Dr. Manson's apartment. A soundproof room for practicing, where Iris spent most of her time. Manson had never practiced in the living room in his pajamas, never greeted her with an off-kilter little grin, welcoming her back. Though her apartment here was far tinier than anything she was used to, she'd never felt so free.

She'd never lived with someone else before. Doctor Manson made her commute to her college, insisted on her living with him even through her grad school. It had been a long time since she'd lived in tight quarters, but she'd never felt more free.

Iris decided to get out of her bed before her reflection could turn to self-pity. Replacing her heels with more conservative flats, she grabbed her oboe and musicbag—the only things besides clothes she had bothered to use since arriving—and heading for the front door. Josephine tossed a half-wave to Iris on the way out.

The Aldridge Youth Conservatory—Iris's place of employment—was just a block down the street, so she didn't even have to hail a cab. She still wasn't used to seeing the tall brick structure again, at least not without getting hit by an in tense wave of nostalgia.

She had so many memories of late nights, doing her homework in the "recital hall" (she'd barely call it that now, given that she'd gotten to play in a lot more places since) after her lesson while she waited for the others in her carpool group to finish theirs. Mrs. Aldridge, the owner/operator's well-meaning but stern mother,


always watched after the "carpool kids," the group of students enrolled in the conservatory that needed after lesson care and rides home. She was adamant on students doing their homework as soon as possible, something Iris's father was always happy about.

When Mrs. Aldridge finally stepped out, naively trusting the children to do their work as they were told, Iris always snuck up the employee's lounge, turning the TV to watch her dad's fights. She'd always kept the volume low, sitting in front of the old set on high alert, expecting Mrs. Aldridge to come back in at any minute.

Her fingers moved on autopilot as she typed in the entry code she'd kept locked in her memory.

The doors made a satisfying echo as Iris let herself in, the soundsof Saturday lessons bouncing through the halls. An alto sax, running smoothly through scales. A piano hectically producing a sonata. Fragments of melodies behind each door. Iris took a deep breath. Home.

Her studio was the third door on the left, second floor. It overlooked an alleyway, but she didn't really care all that much. The previous teacher's name had been hastily scratched off the door, Iris's name now in fresh, bold text.

Iris Murdock, Oboe and Clarinet. Her last name—her real one, the one Manson had made her change, the first thing she'd taken back after he'd died—looked so satisfying.

The small space had been scrubbed clean of its last inhabitant, nothing more than plain walls, an old piano, and a couple of music stands stashed in the corner. A


desk, the wood worn out and stained, nestled right under the window. A bare corkboard, freckled with tiny microscopic punctures from pushpins. A half-emptied bookshelf with yellowing scores. It wasn't much, but it was enough. A permanent space and a stream of income that only required one extra job to support her. She tentatively tested the piano, pleased to find it satisfactorily in tune. Yes, this would do nicely.

Glaring at the blank wall, Iris fell into her desk chair, the old thing squeaking under her weight but holding steady. She had one piece of decoration so far, but she'd never hung up, an old laminated newspaper clipping she'd morbidly kept all these years, a token of her past she'd never parted with. She'd hid it under her bedback when she lived with Dr. Manson, who would have made her throw it away if he knew she still had it. "You shouldn't dwell on it, Iris. It's a part of your life you should move on from."

His raspy baritone of a voice. The smell of expensive cigars and wine. All of it came back in that memory.

Well, old man, she unclasped her leather music bag, carefully removing the old clipping. I've come running right back to the past you wanted me to forget. How do you like that?

Carl Crusher Creel vs. Battlin' Jack Murdock. The worlds glared at her, their solemn simplicity, the bitter tale they wove, making Iris shiver. She opened her desk drawer, gently lowering the article inside.

A phantom memory of her father in


the front row at one of her recitals, his eye blackened and swollen. Dressed in a cheap suit, looking so strange and disjointed with nice clothes and a screwed up face. Matty, squirming around in his own "fancy" clothes. Iris, proud and smiling, curtseying in her frilly hand-me-down dress. That had been all she needed in the world. Her dad, her brother, and her first clarinet.

Her dad had been so proud of them, Matty and Iris.

She let out a shuddering breath, slamming the drawer shut. She only hoped she could fix at least some of what she'd ruined.

Ethan's Diner smelled like bacon grease and perfectly brewed coffee at all hours of the day. The little bell on the door always jangled merrily when a new customer walked in.The whole place always looked like a garage sale vomited all over the walls. Novelty decor—proudly displaying everything from framed vintage Captain America comic books, to signed Star Trek posters, to local celebrities enjoying a meal in the red plastic booths.

"Your shift doesn't start 'til well into tonight, Sweetie."

Iris smiled as she approached the counter, settling into one of the stools. "Actually here to meet my brother for breakfast, Andy."

Andy took a coffee cup from behind the counter, setting it before Iris and pouring from the steaming pot she was carrying. Iris silently watched the older woman scolding Matty and Iris for the bubble blowing contests they had with their chocolate milk, all with a smile on her deeply tanned face.

Iris had been thankful for her connection with


Andy when she'd been searching for another job. Hell, she wouldn't be here without her connections at Aldridge. Dr. Manson would be livid at the bridges he'd wanted her to burn led her right back to the city he'd never wanted her to return to.

"Matthew comes in every now and again. Brings his friend. Nice young men, both of them."

"Foggy, right?" Iris grabbed the sugar container, sprinkling a generous amount into the thick black liquid.

"You've met him?" Andy leaned across the counter.

Iris thought back to yesterday morning, of the good-natured voice on the other line. "In a manner a speaking…."

"Waitress!" a man from the nearest booth called, holding up his coffee cup. "More please."

"When you get here tonight, I'm pawning all the difficult ones off to you," Andywinked.

"Fair enough," Iris took a slow sip of coffee. "You really helped me out giving me a job, it's the least I could do."

As Andy scurried off, the bell above the door let out its little jingle. Matt was there, cane leading his steps. Iris stiffened, suddenly a flustered mess. The next reaction was childhood instinct. She hoped off the chair, calling his name. He paused mid-step. The back of her hand touched his. He found her elbow, though he was hesitant to reach for her. He ultimately decided to accept the gesture, the familiar whole thing making her eleven years old again. At least for a moment.

"I'm glad you came," she managed, as they began walking towards the counter.

"Yeah," was all she got. It was better than


nothing.

Iris almost preferred the tense air of his apartment. The rash emotions of earlier were far preferable to the sheer...awkwardness of their current silence.

"Matthew," Andy came right up to the siblings as soon as they were seated. "Good to see you again."

Bless you, Andy, Iris inwardly breathed. Like she could read Iris's mind, the older woman kept talking.

"How're things with Murdock and Nelson? Word's been floating around the neighborhood about it."

"Nelson and Murdock," Matty gently corrected, endearing smile on his face as his fingers searched for the cup Andy had set before him. "And, we're slowly but surely finding our footing. We have a client now."

"You found your first client?" Iris inserted herself.

For a half second, Matty's whole body rippled at her voice, posture guarded and wary. Thehand not holding his coffee cup was balled into a fist. But one breath and he relaxed into his reply, "Yes."

"Jack would be proud of the two of you. Matty with his own firm, and Iris returning to Aldridge to teach. You little ones aren't so little anymore," Andy smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes sharpening. She grabbed the pencil stuck into her grey-streak bun, scribbling down something on her order pad. "Tell you what, you two. I'll put in a ticket for your old usuals. For old time's sake."

"Usual..." Iris started, but she was asking the question to Andy's retreating back.

"You're teaching at Aldridge now?" Matt's question stunned her. She drummed her fingers on the counter, careful with her next words. There was so much she wanted


of his pocket. "Fog?" There was a beat, Matt's expression twisting beneath his glasses. "She was what?" More talking, the few words Iris could make out frantic and breathless. Iris stared into the depths of her coffee, doing her best not to listen. "Okay, okay. Yeah, I'll head over."

He hung up, already standing. "That call was about our client. I need to get to the precinct." He started digging around in his suit jacket, presumably looking for money.

"Matt, I got it," Iris said. "Do what you gotta do."

"No, I can..." It was half of an argument, one he wasn't really willing to fight. Abandoning the other half of the sentence, he presented his wallet, fingers deftly running over his stash of bills. The two fives he presented werefolded differently than the three ones he tossed in with them. His own way of differentiating. He was headed for the door before Iris could get a word in. All she could do was stare at the money.

Andy eventually brought out the orders, surprised by Matt's absence. The two plates piled with raisin toast, oatmeal, and bacon and the two tall glasses of chocolate milk were a little too much. Those two little kids, sitting on their knees in the bar stools and blowing bubbles in their milk, were long gone.

Iris tapped her finger on the side of her cool glass of milk, absently stirring it with the straw. Dr. Manson had succeeded in erasing that child. And, as Iris played over every agonizingly awkward second her "reunion"


with Matty, she wondered if the old man had actually managed to destroy the girl Iris Murdock had been beyond repair.

Most of Iris's shift that night involved her and Andy watching the heavy rain trickle down the windows of Ethan's, only really having to deal with handfuls of patrons at a time. A set of twenty-something's—on the tail end of their "night on the town"—were currently in Iris's care. They weren't hard to deal with, just wanting a steady stream of coffee and, of course, Ethan's twenty-four-hour breakfast menu.

"….been given a month's leave. For counseling and all that." Iris expected the conversation to stop when she got to the table, but the speaker kept going as Iris topped off the group's drinks. "Said it was some man inso the table couldn't here. She kept her eyes on the counter, the circular motion of the rag she was using to clean it.

"What have you heard about him?" Iris asked.

Andy paused her work, batting away a loose strand of greying hair. "Just that if he's as tough as they say he is, let's hope he's actually the good Samaritan some people want to make him. A man like that with the wrong agenda…."

The bell jingled, making Iris jump. Andy offered her a sympathetic smile. "Go take care of them, Honey. You'll be alright."

At the end of the night, after lock up, Andy offered a ride home. Iris took her up on the offer.

At first, she thought it was her alarm, telling her to get up for her


first lesson at Aldridge. The one she'd set as a precaution. Just in case she was so tired from her first night at the diner that she didn't get up for a two-thirty after-school lesson. But it wasn't her alarm. It was her ringtone. Gustav Holst's "Jupiter" paired with an incessant vibration that didn't quite line up with the song's meter.

"Yeah. Hi," Iris slurred into the receiver, not fully roused yet.

"Iris."

Matt's voice on the other line finished the job of bringing her to consciousness. She sat up in bed, springs squealing beneath her sudden shift of weight. "Matt. Hey," she found herself over analyzing her voice. Too excited? Too eager? Maybe he'd take it as forced….

"Do you have lunch plans?"

She instantly thought of her empty fridge. Of thethe kitchen, shuffling around the piles of sheet music, mail, and newspapers to try and find her notepad. She eventually found a blank sheet of paper right under the morning's copy of the New York Bulletin. She made slight note of the headline, Union Allied Corruption Scandal, making a mental note to read it later, before she started scribbling down Matt's business address.

Nelson and Murdock was located in a fairly-standard brownstone office building a short cab ride from Iris's apartment. It was right next to a financial office, the door decorated with a paper sign. Sharpie spelled out the firm's name, the open door revealing fold-out chairs and table set for four. Unpacked boxes and un-placed furniture crowed the whole room. Despite the wide-open, wholly unfinished nature of


the space, Iris found herself unable to just waltz in, so she gently wrapped her hand on the back of the door. "Hello?"

A stranger emerged from one of the offices, and Iris instantly guessed this was Foggy. If anyone could pull off the Moniker, it was this guy. Shorter and fuller than the Murdock half of the outfit, Nelson had an open and honest face. He was baby faced, with rounder features and fuller lips, but there was a sharpness to his blue eyes Iris couldn't miss.

"Hi," Iris adjusted the strap of her purse, searching for just what to say. She briefly wondered if Matt had said anything to Foggy about her. Or, if he had talked about her, what he would say. "Matt invited me. I…"

"Hey, Iris.I see you've already met Foggy Nelson." She turned around to find mind in the doorway of the other office. "Glad you found us."

Matt still carried with him a cloud of tension, but she was beginning to notice every time they met it was a thinner and thinner tension. She could work with that. "Yeah. It's actually not too far from my place."

She looked around, trying to find a compliment hidden somewhere in the unpacked boxes, sharpie door sign, and fold out table. It was honestly a sort of endearing effort, the whole thing clearly a labor of love, but she wasn't sure if "charmingly disorganized" was the way Nelson or Murdock would want to hear their place described. Thankfully, she didn't have to worry about that for


in secret. A solid alibi. She'd been in the crowd, ready to find him, ready to thank him for this last-ditch effort to reach her, for the small bit of evidence he hadn't given up on reconciliation. But then Dr. Manson's hand on her arm, leading her out of the crowd while the proctor was still in the 'C' surnames. She hadn't even gotten a glimpse of Matty that day. And as far as he knew, his last attempt had gone ignored. She'd failed him one last time.

She'd spent so many sleepless nice since then, thinking of ways she could have been more careful, hidden her plans from Manson.

"Here we are! I…oh, hi."

The new voice was female, and Iris relished the interruption. A petite blonde, simply but eleganta new life….

Iris's improved mood carried through her first afternoon and evening of teaching. She had mostly beginner clarinet students, all of whom showed enthusiasm for their instruments, and two promising intermediate oboists. Most of her first lessons involved assessing skills and learning styles and selecting rep. A whirlwind blew her work quickly by, landing her right at the end of her last lesson.

By the time Iris dismissed her final student, one of the oboists, the sun was long gone and the carpool children, now watched over by a younger woman Iris didn't recognize, were all lining up to head home. Her new pupils all offered their own versions of, "Goodbye, Ms. Murdock!" as she walked past the group, letting herself out into the night.

Another graveyard at Ethan's


awaited her. Cab fare wasn't worth it, not when walk was short kept her head down and her pace steady, one hand in her purse with fingers curled around the tiny pocket-knife she carried. She figured she could handle the trek without incident. She was wrong.

Iris registered the commotion only a fraction of a second before she was grabbed from behind, a hand wrenching hers free from her purse. Something cold landed against her throat. A blade. "Drop the knife. Use it on me or scream, and I slit your throat. Keep still, and you live to never talk about this. Ever. Deal?" Horrible breath, voice laden with a Russian accent. Her knife clattered to the pavement. Iris let out a shuddering breath in response as she finallyregistered the scene she'd stumbled on.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Two vans parked right on the curb just a block from Ethan's, two blocks beyond her apartment building.

A group of men had wrestled someone to the ground, repeatedly kicking their victim's prone form. Groans, pleas for mercy, went up pathetically into the night. Then Iris saw someone break from the pack. A tall, sneering man who leered into the back window of the victim's vehicle. The foreboding stranger threw open the back door of the van, plucking a struggling little boy from inside.

"No," Iris gasped.

Her fists wanted to fly. All she could think about was how good it would feel to land a punch to this guys throat. But…there was the matter of the blade digging into her skin. Of


the fact that she wasn't sure she could handle all these guys at once. Secret nights when she told Doctor Manson she was practicing, coached by a friend in a local gym, couldn't really prep her for all this.

The knife pressed itself a bit deeper into the skin. "I remember telling you to shut it."

"Daddy!" the kid wailed, struggling against his captor's grip.

The man on the ground registered it, his frantic please devolving into cries of, "Not my son!"

Iris wanted to throw up. A shuddering breath, the beginning of a pent up sob, wracked through her body.

"This is bigger than you, girl," her captor said into her ear. "Try to be the hero, say anything, and we will find you." The hilt of his dagger found her headand the world went fuzzy for a terrifying moment. Her knees hit the pavement, unforgiving asphalt tearing through the tights she was wearing.

Shouts and the squealing of tires rattled on the edge of her perception. Then silence, the city snapping back into focus around her, and the soft moans of the poor man on the ground just a few feet away. Iris braced against vertigo, swiping up her pocket knife and hopping to her feet. The contents of her purse were spilled all over the street, but she spotted her wallet among the wreckage. "This is bigger than you girl."

"You're bleeding."

"Shit!" Iris swore, pure instinct kicking in. Instinct that hadn't been able to awake when she'd been ambushed. Her fist found a jaw in a satisfying uppercut.

A startled


yelp, flailing limbs, and Iris found herself face to face with a black mask. No eye holes, just a cowl covering the entire upper half of the man's face. Her knuckles were screaming from their contact with his jaw, but he was staring dead-on, the only evidence of Iris's defense a tiny bit of trickling blood.

"If he's as good as they say he is, let's hope he's actually the good Samaritan some people want to make him. A man like that with the wrong agenda…"

Bluff, Iris told herself, bluff like hell.

"My dad was a boxer," Iris warned, very proud of the bite in her voice. She sounded delightfully ballsy. Despite her heart straining against her ribs to free itself from her chest. "And my adopted father was angot a access to a med kit?"

He shuffled back another step from her. Iris shivered, hands balling into fists.

"Holy shit," she gasped, the fragmented puzzle slipping into place.

"Iris, dad popped his stiches. I can…smell it," a nine-year-old Matty whispered to her, yawning loudly as she tucked him in. "You should go check on him."

Iris shivered, still not used to this new development. Ever since that innocent, "Iris, can I tell you a secret?" the little things Matty would tell her, the things that wandered into his perception, had gotten progressively….stranger.

"Go to sleep, Matty. I'll go check on him."

She felt something warm just above her eyebrow. She raised her fingers, a wicked sting exploding under her touch. She drew her hand away specked in her own blood. Just like


A 28-year-old man was found dead inside his Harlem apartment with a black bag over his head and his hands bound behind his back — days after his landlord said he found him rolling naked on the floor, law enforcement sources said.

The victim’s landlord called police around 8:20 a.m., to report finding the man dead inside a first-floor apartment on St. Nicholas Avenue, sources added. The landlord told cops he hadn’t seen the victim since Friday, when he was naked on the floor, inside the five-story brownstone, sources said.

A neighbor said the man, who worked in a nursing home Uptown, seemed depressed and may have been on medication. He had also recently lost a lot of weight and was suffering from skin problems, neighbors said. Police found 10For two days next week, Gov. Chris Christie is scheduled to sit in as a guest host on sports-talk radio station WFAN 660-AM New York, an appearance a station spokeswoman called an audition.

Christie is slated to be heard on Monday and Tuesday instead of afternoon host Mike Francesa, the radio station posted on its website. The two days will be audition days, Jaime Saberito, a station spokesperson, said Friday, as Francesa is set to leave the station once his contract ends later this year.

Christie will host the 2 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. show along with Evan Roberts, a WFAN host. He isn't the only one slotted to audition next week. Mike Valenti from WXYT-FM 97.1 in Detroit, former National Football League quarterback Chris Simms, SNY's Brian Custer and


NFL Network and WFAN contributor Kim Jones will also audition next week, the station said. Roberts and his midmorning co-host, Joe Benigno, are also scheduled to audition in the afternoon slot, the station said.

Mark Chernoff, the station's program director and vice president of its parent company, CBS Radio New York, previously told The Record he would consider the governor, whose term ends in January 2018.

"If he's interested and we're interested, it's worth pursuing," Chernoff said in February.

TRAVEL COSTS:Chris Christie a frequent flyer on taxpayer-owned helicopters

RADIO READY?: Could Christie make it as a sports talk show host?

CANDIDATES: Christie one of many being considered to replace Mike Francesa

Chernoff has reportedly said he would like to have a plan in place for Francesa's replacement by Labor Day.

Christie has previously said hehas an interest in sports broadcasting. But the governor is prohibited from seriously seeking or considering job prospects while in office.

Mike DuHaime, Christie's longtime strategist, said Friday that the governor has not precluded any job opportunities that may come his way, but that he is still focused on finishing his remaining six months in office.

"He's going to have a ton of opportunities before him. Only time will tell on that front," DuHaime said. "He is much more patient about that than everybody else who's watching it."

Christie regularly fills in as a co-host on the station’s morning program “Boomer and Carton.” Chernoff told The Record earlier in the year that he had planned to rotate Christie into the afternoon slot during the summer if the governor was willing.

Christie often


faced criticism for spending so much time out of state when he was running for president, but he responded by saying that he could juggle duties, or “walk and chew gum at the same time.” And he is often with aides and his cellphone if anything should arise in New Jersey that needs his attention.

"The governor enjoys the opportunity to talk about sports on WFAN and is happy to have the chance to do that with Evan Roberts for eight hours next week over two shows. Despite those eight hours, as always, he will be on the job as governor," Christie spokesman Brian Murray said in a statement. "As for the governor's future, he appreciates the interest and concern about his next employment from his friends in theNotes:

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Anonymous hackers suspected of attacking Israel's defence websites as Shin Bet and Mossad sites crash

Israel's defence websites - including those of the domestic intelligence agency Shin Bet and the international Mossad spy agency - crashed yesterday, in a suspected cyber attack by 'hacktivists' Anonymous.

The crash came two days after a warning, posted on Youtube in the name of the hacker group, said Anonymous would retaliate after Israel stopped two vessels carrying activists and journalists to Gaza.

A spokeswoman for Shin Bet said: 'We can confirm that the website has been down for several hours and an investigation is ongoing. Initial investigations conducted by Tehila, the Internet company, indicate problems with the website servers.'

Suspected: The disruption to Israeli defence websites yesterday comes just two days after Anonymous promised retaliation forthe blockade of Palestine

The websites for Israel Defence Forces and Mossad were also affected.

While there was no confirmation that the outages were a result of hacking, or that Anonymous was responsible, the timing of disruption and the Youtube warning seem more than a coincidence.

Anonymous's warning was referring to a November 4 incident, when two boats - carrying 27 activists, crew and journalists - were stopped by Israeli vessels in international water near Israel's blockade of Palestine.

It was the second time activists have tried to run the blockade since May 2010, when Israeli commandos raided a Turkish-led group of ships, killing nine Turkish activists on board.

Bound for Gaza: The Irish Saoirse, left, and Canadian-registered Tahrir are seen in international water before being boarded by Israeli forces on Friday

Boarding party:


An image released by Israel Defence Forces show soldiers boarding the Saoirse. Anonymous branded the incident 'piracy on the high seas'

The Youtube posting, titled An Open Letter From Anonymous To The Government Of Israel', outlined the most recent incident and branded the Israeli interception as 'piracy on the high seas'.

It warned Israel: 'If you continue blocking humanitarian vessels to Gaza or repeat the dreadful actions of May 31st, 2010 against any Gaza Freedom Flotillas then you will leave us no choice but to strike back.'

Anonymous has claimed responsibility for a variety of hacking incidents, including the defacing of a website of Syria's defence ministry, and attacks on companies it felt were enemies of whistleblowing website WikiLeaks.

Last week, a day after the Palestinians won full membership of UNESCO, hackersTunbridge Wells estate agent appointed as an ellenor Ambassador

Tunbridge Wells-based estate agent, Deborah Richards of Maddisons Residential, has been appointed as an Ambassador for ellenor – the charity that provides hospice care for children in their own homes in South West Kent.

Deborah joins a very dedicated and supportive group of Ambassadors in South West Kent, which includes Victoria Sampson, President of West Kent Chamber of Commerce and a corporate lawyer at CooperBurnett – who introduced Deborah to the work which ellenor does for families facing terminal illness.Ambassadors fulfil a vital role, raising the profile of ellenor and representing the charity at a variety of events.

Deborah was previously involved with the Parents’ Association at her children’s school, serving as Chair for a number of years.

“Having stepped back from this


Christofascism in America

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CHRISTOFASCISM: an arrogant, totalitarian, imperialistic attitude, characteristic of the church in Germany under Nazism. - definition by Dorothy Solle, entry in wikipedia.

"Advancing Faith, Family Freedom" has never looked so ... sinister.

Jeremy Hooper of Good As You was privy to the latest fundraising request of the Family Research Council. As with all their fundraising screeds, it emphasizes just how important its work is in battling the so-called "homosexual agenda" and religious freedom. And while not quite as damning as the National Organization for Marriage's "Drive-a-Wedge" memo, it is frightening in its strategies: very little reading between the lines is necessary.

Counter to all its self deprecation as a "small organization" with limited resources, the Family Research Council is instrumental in rallying churches andelecting politicians: it's Values Voters Summit is a must-attend event for all Republican candidates, Right Wing pundits, 38 "socially conservative" organizations, think tanks, and 2000 attendees. It's "straw poll" and endorsements are considered more important than the Republican National Convention and the accompanying conferences attack subjects like "Overcoming The Homosexual Agenda." It is during the summit that elements of Christofascism are clearly met by people such as Phyllis Schlafly, Mike Huckabee and uber-bigot Bryan Fischer of The American Family Association (also listed as a hate group by the Southern Poverty Law Center).

Besides the extreme homophobic element of the FRC, the group opposes all things liberal on the grounds of being "pro life" and defending "religious freedom": pro-choice, feminist, non-Christian groups are excoriated to the nth degree. It is


perhaps the most religiously intolerant of Christian Right organizations in the country and has backed the screeds of people like Michele Bachmann and Frank Gaffney in furthering Islamophobia.

The key strategy elements are: the spread of faulty research and false propaganda, indoctrination of youth, election of socially conservative politicians, and expanding its base of hate groups and churches. And if all that sounds fascist... An OpEdNews article titled: The Elephant In The Room: Christofascism Defined points out just how close organizations like the Family research Council are in the definition.

And this latest list of strategies places the FRC squarely in the center of it:

ON THE ATTACK

Amplifying The Conservative Christian Voice In The Public Arena - $13 million

RC has consistently played great defense. But at this "moment of critical mass"history of visual memory loss. Examination revealed that the patient had agraphia as well as left-right agnosia. Her insights into her cognitive dysfunction, however, were relatively well-preserved. She showed no signs of parkinsonism. Magnetic resonance imaging and single- photon emission computed tomography of the head revealed bilaterally symmetric atrophy of the occipitoparietal lobes and decreased blood flow to the same areas. She was clinically diagnosed as having posterior cortical atrophy, a visual variant of early-onset Alzheimer's disease.

She was prescribed donepezil at the dose of 3 mg per day, which was later increased to 10 mg per day, in the absence of any side effects. Her visuospatial function gradually deteriorated during the treatment. In the following year, she presented with dressing apraxia. At the age of 60, she had difficulty in


positioning herself to sit on a chair; her attempts to take a seat often resulted in her missing the chair and she found herself trying to sit on air instead. She was unable to find her way out of our examination room. She became dependent for her activities of daily living. She also became so impulsive and agitated that she was always talking to herself, without daily fluctuations in cognitive functions. Donepezil was discontinued in view of her agitation. Instead, she was started on augmentation therapy with the combination of galantamine and memantine to improve her psychiatric symptoms and maintain her cognitive function status. However, two weeks after the treatment switch from donepezil to galantamine plus memantine, she was admitted to the neuropsychiatric unit of our hospital, becausevon Mises. Professor Mises was not only the twentieth century's greatest creative force in economics, he was also a radiant champion of liberty.

There is a Japanese custom naming great achievers as living national treasures. Scott Stanley of Conservative Digest asked me to name our three living national treasures in economics. I told him that three men stand out as great economists in the Misesian tradition: Henry Hazlitt, W.H. Hutt, and Murray N. Rothbard.

Henry Hazlitt

Henry Hazlitt's career as an economist and journalist spans more than seven decades. An outstanding teacher of the economics of freedom, he did pathbreaking theoretical work, and made the ideas of Austrian, free-market economics accessible to everyone. One of the most quotable economists of all time, his writing sparkles. And his clear and sprightly style


career in a university. He was a working journalist of whom H.L. Mencken once said, "He is one of the few economists in human history who could really write." Born in 1894, Hazlitt went to work in 1913 as a reporter for the Wall Street Journal. He was also an editorial writer for the New York Times and a columnist for Newsweek.

As a very young man, Hazlitt read the Austrian economists Carl Menger, Eugen von Böhm-Bawerk, and Philip Wicksteed. But the main influence on him was Ludwig von Mises. And in 1940 Hazlitt helped — with the late Lawrence Fertig — to raise funds for a job for Mises at New York University. At a time when every second-rate European Marxist and historicist was getting a professorship atHarvard or Princeton, Mises was blackballed by US universities as "dogmatic," "intransigent," and "right-wing." Eventually Hazlitt and Fertig were able to persuade NYU — where Fertig was a trustee — to allow Mises to teach as an unpaid visiting professor.

Mises and Hazlitt became close friends and he later arranged the publication of Mises's Omnipotent Government, Theory and History, Bureaucracy, and the monumental Human Action by Yale University Press.

During Hazlitt's years at the New York Times he wrote about the troubles that would flow from the Keynes-designed Bretton Woods monetary agreements. (His insightful editorials are collected in From Bretton Woods to World Inflation [1983].) Bretton Woods, which Supply-Siders wrongly look back on with nostalgia, guaranteed — as Hazlitt predicted — a world of paper money inflation. It also gave