Let's acknowledge one thing up front and please don't bull crap around the fact; we all enjoy the role of 'armchair quarterback!! You bet your sweet ass! I spent 37-years as a varsity basketball coach. I had coaching stops at Mason City, Washington, Edwardsville, Jacksonville and Decatur; all Illinois communities and all damn good basketball communities. These coaching jobs came with high expectations...to WIN! Most of the local fans had strong opinions on 'how' to win but none of them bothered to become a coach.
I had a radio sports program in Jacksonville for nineteen years. It was a 30-minute Saturday morning show. The station manager wanted me to take telephone calls and questions. I told him that I was born at night in East St. Louis but IT WAS NOT LAST NIGHT! Who the hell in their right mind wishes to listen to wannabes (after the game) second guess your coaching moves mandated during the heat of the contest...you gotta be shitting me!
This brings me to this Syrian use of chemical weapons on its own countrymen during their civil war. I could give a rats ass if those people want to fight and kill over some domestic revolution; but whoa; the nerve-gassing of innocent children can never be ignored by civilized folks. Good people don't turn their heads on that behavior. But American President Obama is walking on eggshell because the well was poisoned by his predecessor with previous manipulated facts and blatant lies. Obama needs to take a page out of Harry S. Truman's play book and crank up the Enola Gay. Stop worrying about the so-called 50% of Americans who wish NOT to respond; ignore such polls. We have 317 million Americans. 107 million of those Americans (one-third) either cannot read or read below the fifth grade level. Many of these 'giant-thinkers' are polled when they leave the high school athletic contests.
Our government needs to address this chemical war-weapons 'over-there' before it is 'over-here.'
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Stop By, We Can Talk About It
I was sitting on the backyard swing yesterday afternoon and began thinking about how good and thoughtful are our three adult kids. Seldom a day passes that these grown children don't telephone us. Of course, there is a bit of a sinister motive on their parts; I think they gather information and when they stumble on a topic which they can giggle about together and make 'screw' of their parents they are all over IT! A few years back our kids laughed at our addiction to 'watching' 'Dancing with the Stars,' 'Family Feud' and 'The Big Bang Theory.' Of course, three years later word leaks out from the grandkids that those T.V. shows are now popular in those homes.
For several years, I wrote a couple of letters every week to my children but once I began posting my blog, I discontinued that letter writing habit. It is for the best, my kids were becoming weary and sometimes aggravated with my letter ramblings. Since substituting the 'blog,' my kids can now choose not to read my thoughts and for the most part, I understand that most do not. My son and one son-in law bother to read 'these' words. My wife would never take the time to check out the blog so, as with any over-bearing husband, I read the blog to her before posting. She always comments i.e., "That's good." "I don't agree with those comments." "You should not use those curse words." I seldom change anything predicated on her opinion but I nonetheless value her thoughts and "YES" you can do BOTH!
When my mother (Lucille) was still living, I would include her in my letter-to-the-children mailings. She would often comment saying, "You shouldn't use those curse words." More than once she took issue with my liberal views on political issues. Once when visiting my mother, a few years ago, I drove mother to visit her 94-year old sister Kate. I recall kibitzing with these wonderful loves of mine and after stating a political opinion, my Aunt Kate looked at my mother and dramatically proclaimed, "Lucille, you raised a DEMOCRAT!" "Holy CRAP" was my blurted response. "You all had a hand in 'raising' this Democrat because for the first sixty-years of YOUR lives, YOU ALSO WERE DEMOCRATS!" My Aunt stared at me as if my words were foreign to her; my mother knew better than to refute my claim.
And so it seems...most often in the American journey and struggles, folks embrace the 'liberal' thinking and once they no longer need to 'slay the dragon,' they sit back in their rocking chairs and mull over bank statements while watching Fox News.
I must stop now, Yodie, the Toy Poodle wishes to go for a walk. If you find yourself near Decatur, give a holler and I'll give you directions to the backyard swing...we can sit-a-spell and discuss my language use.
For several years, I wrote a couple of letters every week to my children but once I began posting my blog, I discontinued that letter writing habit. It is for the best, my kids were becoming weary and sometimes aggravated with my letter ramblings. Since substituting the 'blog,' my kids can now choose not to read my thoughts and for the most part, I understand that most do not. My son and one son-in law bother to read 'these' words. My wife would never take the time to check out the blog so, as with any over-bearing husband, I read the blog to her before posting. She always comments i.e., "That's good." "I don't agree with those comments." "You should not use those curse words." I seldom change anything predicated on her opinion but I nonetheless value her thoughts and "YES" you can do BOTH!
When my mother (Lucille) was still living, I would include her in my letter-to-the-children mailings. She would often comment saying, "You shouldn't use those curse words." More than once she took issue with my liberal views on political issues. Once when visiting my mother, a few years ago, I drove mother to visit her 94-year old sister Kate. I recall kibitzing with these wonderful loves of mine and after stating a political opinion, my Aunt Kate looked at my mother and dramatically proclaimed, "Lucille, you raised a DEMOCRAT!" "Holy CRAP" was my blurted response. "You all had a hand in 'raising' this Democrat because for the first sixty-years of YOUR lives, YOU ALSO WERE DEMOCRATS!" My Aunt stared at me as if my words were foreign to her; my mother knew better than to refute my claim.
And so it seems...most often in the American journey and struggles, folks embrace the 'liberal' thinking and once they no longer need to 'slay the dragon,' they sit back in their rocking chairs and mull over bank statements while watching Fox News.
I must stop now, Yodie, the Toy Poodle wishes to go for a walk. If you find yourself near Decatur, give a holler and I'll give you directions to the backyard swing...we can sit-a-spell and discuss my language use.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Dream a Little Dream with Me
Fifty years ago this week, civil rights leader, the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his iconic 'I Have a Dream' speech in Washington D.C. The words were powerful and poignant! Certainly, Dr. King would be pleased today with many aspects of racial equality advancements while still finding frustration in some quarters as it would relate to perceptions and tolerance. Unfortunately, most of us talk a good Bible-loving game but still have a difficult time truly 'loving others as HE loved us.'
I have listened to the 'Dream' speech several times and I can state unequivocally that I too have a Dream; perhaps not on the same level of social importance or significance but nonetheless it is my Dream; my wish list. I have a 'dream that someday motorcyclists will 'Start Looking Out for Themselves' by wearing helmets so I might be able to go back to 'looking' at billboards. I have a dream that politicians on both sides of the aisle will one day do what is good for constituents instead of lobby-interest groups.
I have a dream that one day 'The Today Show' will mute Willard Scott's microphone and just show the Smucker's jar photos of century-old folks. My dream envisions the day when television Evangelists 'sell' only the 'love of Jesus Christ' and once their Church publicly supports a political candidate, the Church loses its tax-exempt status. My other television-patron dream is that my cable television provider will one day share paid advertisement program monies with ME! I should not have to 'pay' for programs that are being 'paid' for by others...share the profits or show re-runs of 'The Tonight Show' with Johnny Carson.
I have a dream that one day, my wife and I shall attend a movie and not be subjected to 22-minutes of commercials and coming attractions. I dream of the day when my T-shirts will once again read, 'Made in America.' Speaking of our country, we Americans agree that, 'Shit Happens;' so I dream of a time when plumbers and trash haulers make more money than professional athletes.
Finally, I have a dream that one day little children, of all colors will be told 'no' more often and held accountable for bad behavior and poor choices. Actually, that last dream is predicated on waking from this nightmare where helicopter-parents live vicariously through children and worship the little 'turd-blossoms!!
I have listened to the 'Dream' speech several times and I can state unequivocally that I too have a Dream; perhaps not on the same level of social importance or significance but nonetheless it is my Dream; my wish list. I have a 'dream that someday motorcyclists will 'Start Looking Out for Themselves' by wearing helmets so I might be able to go back to 'looking' at billboards. I have a dream that politicians on both sides of the aisle will one day do what is good for constituents instead of lobby-interest groups.
I have a dream that one day 'The Today Show' will mute Willard Scott's microphone and just show the Smucker's jar photos of century-old folks. My dream envisions the day when television Evangelists 'sell' only the 'love of Jesus Christ' and once their Church publicly supports a political candidate, the Church loses its tax-exempt status. My other television-patron dream is that my cable television provider will one day share paid advertisement program monies with ME! I should not have to 'pay' for programs that are being 'paid' for by others...share the profits or show re-runs of 'The Tonight Show' with Johnny Carson.
I have a dream that one day, my wife and I shall attend a movie and not be subjected to 22-minutes of commercials and coming attractions. I dream of the day when my T-shirts will once again read, 'Made in America.' Speaking of our country, we Americans agree that, 'Shit Happens;' so I dream of a time when plumbers and trash haulers make more money than professional athletes.
Finally, I have a dream that one day little children, of all colors will be told 'no' more often and held accountable for bad behavior and poor choices. Actually, that last dream is predicated on waking from this nightmare where helicopter-parents live vicariously through children and worship the little 'turd-blossoms!!
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Show Me The #*?# Money
By now, I would believe that most Americans have seen the recent MTV video performance of Miley Cyrus, aka, Disney's Hannah Montana. During the song-dance performance, Cyrus, dressed in a costume similar to a one-piece swim suit, grabs her crotch, places a large foam finger-hand to a male singer's crotch, rubs the finger across her crotch and bends forward allowing her buttocks to back into the male singer's crotch while sticking her tongue out. The cameras periodically scan the celebrity laced audience noting 'shocked' expressions. The moment was an obviously contrived-orchestrated burlesque.
Of course, the immediate fallout-response from many quarters is appall and condemnation. Although, I find Ms. Cyrus' performance vulgar and offensive in a moral society, we Americans have evolved into 'amoral' society. We need to own our over-the-top sexual behavior displays and stop pointing condescending fingers towards other countries as if we are card-carrying members of the apostles holier-than-thou- club! True, the treatment of Muslim women, as reported, is horrific and unacceptable but the manner in which Americans sexually portray women as 'objects-of-male-satisfaction and delight' is equaling disturbing for this writer.
As for Miley Cyrus, she has marginal voice talent and thus feels a need to distance herself from the 'pure' Disney image offered through the character, Hannah Montana. However, most of today's young singers are not very good. You can easily conclude that the louder the back ground sound music/noise the greater is the attempt to 'cover-up' less than quality' vocal chords. When you cannot sing, you must sell the image; the easiest image to peddle in the 'one nation under God ' country is the image dripping with sexual innuendos. This approach is also used in the movie industry. We no longer trust the senses of the paying audience to 'get-it;' we must show some skin when depicting lovers, we must use vulgar dialogue and we must have chase scene with explosions; nothing can be inferred, hells-bells we have terrific movie-industry visual affects...show us some blood!
Our culture has inundated youth with destructive video games for decades. My question is why do we wonder about the motivation prompting three teen boys to shoot and kill a jogger because they were 'bored.' It follows that when a society insists on driving 10-miles per hour over the lawful speed limit, the society will change the limit. If a society presses against the moral norms, the moral compass changes and a new norm is born. Welcome to America...we are no longer Pilgrim/Puritans and we are a fast-fading Judea-Christian nation; so let's not be so damn judgmental of others and pompous with our self-inflated 'good-guys' perceptions, after all, we may have trouble properly 'seeing' others due the 'speck in our eye.'
Most of our changing behavior, which is initially perceived as 'bad' is the result of poor parenting or a lust for fame and fortune. However, in our country, we will eventually find some way to 'blame' public school educators.
Excuse me while I take leave of this typing machine and retire to my den. I think I will listen to some Carly Simon songs; gee, I have not heard the recording of Tony Bennett's, "Once Upon a Time" in a long time.
Of course, the immediate fallout-response from many quarters is appall and condemnation. Although, I find Ms. Cyrus' performance vulgar and offensive in a moral society, we Americans have evolved into 'amoral' society. We need to own our over-the-top sexual behavior displays and stop pointing condescending fingers towards other countries as if we are card-carrying members of the apostles holier-than-thou- club! True, the treatment of Muslim women, as reported, is horrific and unacceptable but the manner in which Americans sexually portray women as 'objects-of-male-satisfaction and delight' is equaling disturbing for this writer.
As for Miley Cyrus, she has marginal voice talent and thus feels a need to distance herself from the 'pure' Disney image offered through the character, Hannah Montana. However, most of today's young singers are not very good. You can easily conclude that the louder the back ground sound music/noise the greater is the attempt to 'cover-up' less than quality' vocal chords. When you cannot sing, you must sell the image; the easiest image to peddle in the 'one nation under God ' country is the image dripping with sexual innuendos. This approach is also used in the movie industry. We no longer trust the senses of the paying audience to 'get-it;' we must show some skin when depicting lovers, we must use vulgar dialogue and we must have chase scene with explosions; nothing can be inferred, hells-bells we have terrific movie-industry visual affects...show us some blood!
Our culture has inundated youth with destructive video games for decades. My question is why do we wonder about the motivation prompting three teen boys to shoot and kill a jogger because they were 'bored.' It follows that when a society insists on driving 10-miles per hour over the lawful speed limit, the society will change the limit. If a society presses against the moral norms, the moral compass changes and a new norm is born. Welcome to America...we are no longer Pilgrim/Puritans and we are a fast-fading Judea-Christian nation; so let's not be so damn judgmental of others and pompous with our self-inflated 'good-guys' perceptions, after all, we may have trouble properly 'seeing' others due the 'speck in our eye.'
Most of our changing behavior, which is initially perceived as 'bad' is the result of poor parenting or a lust for fame and fortune. However, in our country, we will eventually find some way to 'blame' public school educators.
Excuse me while I take leave of this typing machine and retire to my den. I think I will listen to some Carly Simon songs; gee, I have not heard the recording of Tony Bennett's, "Once Upon a Time" in a long time.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Eat & Read at Your Own Risk
Greetings to y'all from the Soy City...that's right; perhaps here in Decatur, Illinois more of that fermented sauce is produced than any other place in the world; thank you Jesus for corn and soy beans aplenty.
I just returned from grocery shopping, I always go very early mornings. I will not read another thing the rest of this day. My eyes are blurry from reading all those dad gum ingredient labels. Back in my younger days, I never looked at labels; never knew that ingredients were listed on products and didn't give two hoots' hell what I was eating...if it tasted good and I liked it, I ate it! I ate all kinds of stuff: fried ham, bacon, bologna, braunschweiger luncheon meat and I always mopped up thick gravy with a half-loaf of bread. I recall those wonderful days of yesteryear when I ate everything in sight.
My calculations look something like this: during my 74-years, I have eaten 88,727 meals and 32,526 snacks. This does not included 837 various candy bars and Twinkies devoured 'on-the-run.' Well, times change and so has my youthful attitude towards foods. Study after study and warnings a upon warnings cause me to 'read' those damn ingredient labels.
I will share one recent eating experience a few months ago. I was looking for the quintessential healthy snack. Someone told me about 'Smart Cakes;' after much searching I found 'Smart Cakes' and read the label: Listen up...)...fat 0, saturated fat 0, trans fat 0, cholesterol 0, and calories 0. I bought the Carmel covered Smart Cakes. After eating one Smart Cake, I thought I had just experienced eating a piece of Styrofoam coated with Carmel icing. I became fascinated with the consistency of the Smart Cake and placed one Smart Cake in a saucer of milk and placed it in the refrigerator over night. The next morning, I noticed the Smart Cake was still floating in the bowl of milk indicating that Smart Cakes absorb 'nothing!' IT tasted like a piece of Styrofoam, which had been left out in the rain.
It did take me awhile to find a bit of good 'eating news' to pass along to you, I found a study supporting the opinion that 'dark' chocolate is good for you...as soon as I read that in the study, I read no further so I cannot comment on any suggested daily amount of dark chocolate to eat....Use your own judgment as do I.
I just returned from grocery shopping, I always go very early mornings. I will not read another thing the rest of this day. My eyes are blurry from reading all those dad gum ingredient labels. Back in my younger days, I never looked at labels; never knew that ingredients were listed on products and didn't give two hoots' hell what I was eating...if it tasted good and I liked it, I ate it! I ate all kinds of stuff: fried ham, bacon, bologna, braunschweiger luncheon meat and I always mopped up thick gravy with a half-loaf of bread. I recall those wonderful days of yesteryear when I ate everything in sight.
My calculations look something like this: during my 74-years, I have eaten 88,727 meals and 32,526 snacks. This does not included 837 various candy bars and Twinkies devoured 'on-the-run.' Well, times change and so has my youthful attitude towards foods. Study after study and warnings a upon warnings cause me to 'read' those damn ingredient labels.
I will share one recent eating experience a few months ago. I was looking for the quintessential healthy snack. Someone told me about 'Smart Cakes;' after much searching I found 'Smart Cakes' and read the label: Listen up...)...fat 0, saturated fat 0, trans fat 0, cholesterol 0, and calories 0. I bought the Carmel covered Smart Cakes. After eating one Smart Cake, I thought I had just experienced eating a piece of Styrofoam coated with Carmel icing. I became fascinated with the consistency of the Smart Cake and placed one Smart Cake in a saucer of milk and placed it in the refrigerator over night. The next morning, I noticed the Smart Cake was still floating in the bowl of milk indicating that Smart Cakes absorb 'nothing!' IT tasted like a piece of Styrofoam, which had been left out in the rain.
It did take me awhile to find a bit of good 'eating news' to pass along to you, I found a study supporting the opinion that 'dark' chocolate is good for you...as soon as I read that in the study, I read no further so I cannot comment on any suggested daily amount of dark chocolate to eat....Use your own judgment as do I.
Monday, August 26, 2013
For The Good of Order
It's that time when we will soon note the seasonal change as the summer sun loses its power giving way to the fall color collages. Those carefree summer school-vacation days now give way to the regimentation of school activities and the dependence upon bells and buses. Even the sport seasons shift bleacher arrangements. The baseball season reaches a playoff crescendo with the crocodile-tears from those lovable Cubs Fans singing that familiar song entitled, "Wait Till Next Year.'
I suppose my lifetime of attending school and then a thirty-nine year teaching career caused me to not only become comfortable with regimentation but embrace a predictable routine. If you tell me the event is scheduled at eight o'clock, I will not arrive at 8:01; I expect such attitude/behavior reciprocation. Just a few days ago, I was discussing this with my son and he suggested that life works better for him when he does not hold expectations of people; he is a much better man than his old-man embracing such a relationship approach. However, I grew up feeling all kinds of expectations and I busted my ass trying to meet every expectation as if it was a competitive challenge. Speaking of competitive situations, I never had an endless list of expectations of the players that I coached; actually, I had just three expectations: (1) be on time, (2) pay attention and (3) work hard. I would bet that every employer of my players had the same expectations...you're welcome guys!
I recall vividly that my father 'expected' me to respect my mother. Once I sassed her and he smacked me across the mouth; never disrespected his sweetheart again. At age 13, I was expected to work as a delivery-boy at my aunt's grocery store every Saturday from 8A.M. until 4P.M.; I made $$4.00 for the day. During my dating teen-years when I was playing high school basketball and baseball, I had no work opportunities. My mother did not give me date money but said, "You can earn $5.00 waxing the hardwood floors. Our entire home had hardwood floors in every room. If the floors did not need waxing, she could always find dirty windows inside/outside. The expectations had clear guidelines.
My father always maintained that the hours after midnight were 'shallow-hours.' and he said once and only once, "Don't let me have to come looking for you during shallow hours!" A curfew-expectation! My parents had great work ethic and looked upon a college education with some skepticism; it was uncommon in their respective families for an 18-year old boy to pass by the industrial/chemical plants, which offered a paycheck and 'go' to college. In fact, I was the first in both families to receive a college degree. I shall always remember the words my father left me with as he drove off from Illinois State University after dropping me off for that freshman year, "Boy, he said, I expect you to have a job in four years."
If not having expectations of other people works for you then hooray for you. I on the other hand have expectations of everyone in my life and I expect them to feel the same about me; I'll meet your expectations so dammit, you all meet mine!
I suppose my lifetime of attending school and then a thirty-nine year teaching career caused me to not only become comfortable with regimentation but embrace a predictable routine. If you tell me the event is scheduled at eight o'clock, I will not arrive at 8:01; I expect such attitude/behavior reciprocation. Just a few days ago, I was discussing this with my son and he suggested that life works better for him when he does not hold expectations of people; he is a much better man than his old-man embracing such a relationship approach. However, I grew up feeling all kinds of expectations and I busted my ass trying to meet every expectation as if it was a competitive challenge. Speaking of competitive situations, I never had an endless list of expectations of the players that I coached; actually, I had just three expectations: (1) be on time, (2) pay attention and (3) work hard. I would bet that every employer of my players had the same expectations...you're welcome guys!
I recall vividly that my father 'expected' me to respect my mother. Once I sassed her and he smacked me across the mouth; never disrespected his sweetheart again. At age 13, I was expected to work as a delivery-boy at my aunt's grocery store every Saturday from 8A.M. until 4P.M.; I made $$4.00 for the day. During my dating teen-years when I was playing high school basketball and baseball, I had no work opportunities. My mother did not give me date money but said, "You can earn $5.00 waxing the hardwood floors. Our entire home had hardwood floors in every room. If the floors did not need waxing, she could always find dirty windows inside/outside. The expectations had clear guidelines.
My father always maintained that the hours after midnight were 'shallow-hours.' and he said once and only once, "Don't let me have to come looking for you during shallow hours!" A curfew-expectation! My parents had great work ethic and looked upon a college education with some skepticism; it was uncommon in their respective families for an 18-year old boy to pass by the industrial/chemical plants, which offered a paycheck and 'go' to college. In fact, I was the first in both families to receive a college degree. I shall always remember the words my father left me with as he drove off from Illinois State University after dropping me off for that freshman year, "Boy, he said, I expect you to have a job in four years."
If not having expectations of other people works for you then hooray for you. I on the other hand have expectations of everyone in my life and I expect them to feel the same about me; I'll meet your expectations so dammit, you all meet mine!
Friday, August 23, 2013
We All Have Frustration Issues
Okay, I was out of pocket for a couple of days due to conflicts with my Internet provider, AT&T. Actually, I was not fusing with AT&T but with their various representatives, Annie who is located in the Philippines and George who is sitting on his ass in India. Please note, I don't think those are real first names but it makes all us dumb ass Americans feel akin to these 'outsourced scabs.'
I had a computer issue two months ago and after two days of 'online' service testing and multiple difficult to understand conversations with AT&T reps, they finally sent a technician to my house and discovered the problem was at their 'substation.' Having the similar problem again five days ago, I called AT&T (this is when I spent hours with Annie and George) and both insisted that I needed a new modem. I bought the new modem and that proved NOT to be the problem. I canceled my AT&T Internet provider service when George 'hung-up' on me. My new email is: coachmel20@comcast.net
Away from the Internet a few days, I have had additional time to read the newspaper and follow television news and I am intrigued with the top secret military 'leaks' released by Bradley Manning. Manning was found guilty of 'leaking' over 700 top classified military documents. Subsequently, Manning was tried in a military court, found guilty and sentenced to 35 years in prison. He began serving that time yesterday at Leavenworth, Kansas. Lo' and behold, Bradley Manning appears to have a gender identity issue; he wishes to become a 'she' and stated publicly that folks should immediately start calling him, Chelsea. He also wants to begin hormone therapy to prepare his body for a sex change surgery. The United States military says that it will not spend tax monies on hormone therapy.
Chelsea, aka, Bradley will none-the-less continue some options to change his male-plug into a female receptacle, therefore all future 'leaks' from Manning 'will occur 'sitting down!'
I had a computer issue two months ago and after two days of 'online' service testing and multiple difficult to understand conversations with AT&T reps, they finally sent a technician to my house and discovered the problem was at their 'substation.' Having the similar problem again five days ago, I called AT&T (this is when I spent hours with Annie and George) and both insisted that I needed a new modem. I bought the new modem and that proved NOT to be the problem. I canceled my AT&T Internet provider service when George 'hung-up' on me. My new email is: coachmel20@comcast.net
Away from the Internet a few days, I have had additional time to read the newspaper and follow television news and I am intrigued with the top secret military 'leaks' released by Bradley Manning. Manning was found guilty of 'leaking' over 700 top classified military documents. Subsequently, Manning was tried in a military court, found guilty and sentenced to 35 years in prison. He began serving that time yesterday at Leavenworth, Kansas. Lo' and behold, Bradley Manning appears to have a gender identity issue; he wishes to become a 'she' and stated publicly that folks should immediately start calling him, Chelsea. He also wants to begin hormone therapy to prepare his body for a sex change surgery. The United States military says that it will not spend tax monies on hormone therapy.
Chelsea, aka, Bradley will none-the-less continue some options to change his male-plug into a female receptacle, therefore all future 'leaks' from Manning 'will occur 'sitting down!'
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