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Thursday, June 4, 2020
Classic Rant #1,271 (August 18, 2014): Boring
This weekend was my "boring" weekend.
I simply kept up with everything "boring," and let it go as a two-day vacation from my heck at work.
That made it palatable.
After hearing more and more Robin Williams tributes and analyses--yes, he had the beginning of Parkinson's disease, but my God, the talk almost seemed to infer that all his ailments justified what he did, which it certainly did not--I tried to get into better things to do than to listen to this trash, but ultimately, it was boring this, boring that.
My wife worked the entire weekend, which makes things boring from the get go.
Yes, I had off, but when my wife works the weekend, it is like Saturday and Sunday is taken away from me.
We hardly see each other, and I really don't like it--and neither does she--but she has to work a lot of Saturdays and Sundays throughout the year.
Anyway, with her away, I did the usual mundane chores of food shopping and laundry, and I spared her having to come home and cook by going out twice to bring in dinner.
She is a great cook, and usually, she gets a break on just Saturday, but I was so fed up with her working that I went out not only Saturday, but Sunday this time too. No reason to come home from work and go to work on the weekend, if you know what I mean.
I was on the computer a bit, trying to move on with my "Bubbling Under" stuff that I described to you several posts back.
It is fun to do, and it really is a time killer.
But after a while, that gets to be same old, same old too.
I watched a lot of baseball.
The Yankees are awful this year, but they somehow managed to take two of three games from one of their divisional rivals, the Tampa Bay Rays.
They didn't play exciting baseball--I know that during the Sunday contest, I actually took a brief nap--but at least they won, paying me back for several hours of watching the two teams plod through nine innings on both Saturday and Sunday.
A win is a win as they say, so I am not complaining.
On Sunday night, my son was invited over to a friend's house to watch WWE's SummerSlam event. It is the WWE's second biggest event of the year--after Wrestlemania--and the card was a good one, highlighted by the Brock Lesnar vs. John Cena match.
So I took my son over to his friend, and later on, I watched SummerSlam too.
It was, actually, as good as it was billed, and I found myself really getting into it.
And Cena lost, which is always a bonus.
I picked my son up, went to bed, and here I am, awaiting another exciting week.
No, I should say, another BORING week.
How long until my vacation ... 50 some odd days.
Heck, I really can't wait, I really can't.
Once again, I feel like that rat that runs around the wheel in the cage endlessly.
I definitely need a break ...
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Rant #2,421: Someday We'll Be Together
Several weeks ago, when my son was still working and not on furlough due to the coronavirus pandemic, I drove him to work, and decided to fill up my tank with gas.
I stopped at the cheapest place I could find on the way back, and proceeded to fill up.
A car pulled into the gas station on my right, and parked in a corner of the station, probably 100 feet away for me or so.
A man gets out of the car, and yells at me, "Hey, do you have some money for gas that I could use? My daughter is in the car, and I need to fill up."
I yelled back, "No, I don't," and proceeded to fill up my car.
Upon my response, he yelled out the following: "You are a racist! You are a racist! You are a racist!" and he must have done this a dozen times at the top of his lungs.
He only stopped when he got back in his car and shot out of that station as if his car was a missile, not an automobile.
The man was black. I am white. The gas station is in a seedier part of a mainly black neighborhood.
Was I scared when he taunted me? You bet I was.
And all because I refused to give him some money, supposedly for gas, but probably for other things.
And could you imagine if this happened today? I don't want to think about what would have happened to me.
That is what is happening today with these protests, which have targeted white people--mainly males--and police officers as the enemy.
Whether these supposedly peaceful assemblages of almost all younger citizens--35 years of age and under, from what I can see via news footage, even though we are told by the press that the marchers are made up of all age levels--are peaceful or not, they have evolved--or should I say devolved--into nothing more than mobs.
Even the supposedly peaceful ones are attacking, with their mouths and placards, white males and police, lumping them all into one wretched basket, simply because of the actions of one rogue cop and his cohorts, all bad eggs, acknowledged by everyone as people who are guilty of taking away the life of a low-life thug, who didn't deserve the treatment he received from them.
I know white males and police are being targeted because of the venom coming out of the mouths of these petulant brats, egged on by a press corps that generally wants to make these babies into freedom riders of our generation.
When you have people holding placards stating in bold letters "Black Lives Matter," you just know that there are nefarious forces behind these marches, and yes, even the peaceful ones.
"Black Live Matter" is an anti-white, anti-Semitic, anarchic organization that is funded by outside-the-country forces that exist to tear down our democracy. And when, in particular, I see white men and women holding up placards with these three words on it ... well, they might as well be holding up "Heil Hitler!" signs.
Are they displaying those words with any understanding of what they actually represent?
I doubt it.
These marches are protected under our national laws, and if the marches were doing anything positive at this point, it is not clear to me.
They have had their time in the spotlight, and now it is time to go home. You have made your points, some of them are well taken, and now it is time to see what the aftermath will be.
But the continued protesting--yes, the supposedly peaceful protesting--is being used as a camouflage for the rioting faction of these mobs, people so bent on destruction that they don't care who they pillage and plunder, even if it is people of their own race and people doing business in their own communities.
The press and legislators claim that it is outside forces who are doing the destruction, but I think it is readily evident, as these protests turn into mobs, that there is an element even of the supposedly peaceful protestors that have joined in on the fun.
If it was just outsiders, the destruction would not have lasted night after night after night. But don't tell me that it is only outsiders ... sure, the initial rabble rousers were probably those whose sole ability in life is to plunder and destroy. But on the other hand, don't tell me that with the pickins so easy, others haven't joined these people in their pursuit of destruction.
And another reason I know this is that there is a rising tide on social media to back these felons. I have read "explanations" from a number of people justifying the looting, and these justifications are coming from both white and black people.
They claim that if peaceful protests don't do what they are intended to do, then these acts of violence are justified.
What they do not understand is that if it begins with retailers, how soon does it get into neighborhood residences? How soon do we have to sit at our windows, with anything we can muster up, to prevent looters from coming into our own homes?
Even the peaceful protests must stop, and stop right now.
I am not a lawyer, but there has to be some laws on the books about illegal and/or unlawful assemblages, and whatever laws there are, they must be used and enforced.
Citizens must retake their streets, their businesses and their communities, and these protests, or should I say mobs, should be done and over with, not escalating like they are.
Enough is enough.
Classic Rant #1,270 (August 15, 2014): Co-Star Pam
In the aftermath of the tragedy of Robin Williams, I am going to cover an eerie, unfortunate footnote to this episode.
It is really a non-story, just somewhat interesting, because I haven't seen it brought up elsewhere.
It involves actress Pam Dawber, who now, because of her work history and absolutely nothing else, is linked to two of Hollywood's worst tragedies.
Of course, she was Williams' co-star on "Mork and Mindy," the show that brought Williams to stardom.
They co-starred, but honestly, Williams was the real star of that show, and Dawber's character was there, but it was Williams' show.
Fast forward a few years, and Dawber co-starred with a young, very up and coming actress by the name of Rebecca Schaeffer in "My Sister Sam," a semi-successful sitcom that ran for a couple of seasons.
If the name Rebecca Schaeffer does not ring a bell, let me ring it for you.
I am sure you will remember the incident when I describe it to you.
If I remember correctly, "My Sister Sam" had been cancelled, but Schaeffer's star was rising anyway.
One day, someone came to call on her, she opened the door to her home, and she was blown away, murdered in cold blood by a stalker.
It made lots of headlines 25 years ago or so, but now is pretty much a forgotten, rotten piece of Hollywood history.
So the link between two unfortunate Hollywood tragedies is Dawber, and very unwittingly so.
Due to the tragic circumstances of her former co-stars, she has had to answer twice right after their deaths about what it was like to work with them.
Neither was family to Dawber, who is married to actor Mark Harmon, but each is forever linked to her through countless reruns of these two shows.
It is kind of strange, isn't it?
Nothing more, nothing less.
And before anybody gets crazy about this, I am NOT reading anything into this. It is just an unfortunate, no, make that a very unfortunate, coincidence.
I just thought I would bring it up because, quite frankly, I am surprised nobody else did.
Speak to you again on Monday.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Rant #2,420: Some Day We're Gonna Love Again
I said what I said yesterday, and in the previous days about what is going on in our world, and evidently, some people liked it, and some people didn't like it.
That is fine. I have no problem with that.
But I have found that in the dislikes is at least a scent of racism, racism towards white people and a hatred of police--all police--that I cannot believe even exists in today's volatile environment.
And that hatred is not only coming from some blacks, but also from some whites.
I have seen on Facebook such horrid comments coming from some people about the violence that is happening that I had to block a few people, in particular, who pretty much justified the violence as sort of "the icing on the cake" of the protests.
They said that groups like Black Lives Matter and Antifa are peaceful organizations, looking to right wrongs, and nothing else.
One person even quoted me what she said was "an old African proverb" pretty much stating that once you see the flames, you get some type of personal satisfaction, because the glow of the flames signify that they intended job has been accomplished.
These people are black.
And another person came to the defense of these people, stating that I had no right to voice an opposite opinion, because I am white.
And this person told me that he was white.
And honestly, I would not have blocked any of them, but the discussion veered over the other subjects, and their views were so repulsive--in particular against Jews--that well, I had had enough.
In another instance, on one of my Facebook groups related to my old neighborhood, I had to take down a video--which was put up at the wrong angle, making it difficult to watch--which was filled with one four-letter word after another about the situation, and was clearly anti-cop and anti-white.
It went against my site rules, which does not permit vulgarity, and its inner ugliness made it a real no-brainer for me to take down.
Happily, the general consensus between most of my friends of all stripes and colors on Facebook is the same: yes, the situation which caused the death of George Floyd was heinous, and that the police officer responsible for this act should get the book thrown at him for his horrid behavior.
We also pretty much agree that the protests are an American right, but we also agree on the fact that the looting and violence is completely uncalled for, and is taking away the focus of the protests from the victim to the wanton destruction of property and the looting, and the American dream permanently quashed for so many righteous and innocent people.
How anyone can defend the behavior of rioters--they are not protestors--looking to destroy things is beyond my comprehension. It not only takes away the focus from the victim, but it demonstrates that some people will do anything if the situation arises, even pillage and destroy their own communities.
And the narrative continues to be that these rioters are outsiders looking to make all protestors look bad, that they are actually organized groups fortified with weapons, directions and money to do what they do.
But until the actual protestors do something to thwart these rioters, I have to think that perhaps outsiders set this plan in motion, but once the cat was out of the bag, others joined these looters in their fury.
I was actually happy to see some footage of marchers actually trying to stop people who were doing things that they should not have been doing, with one video showing a group of marchers in New York literally jumping upon one person, and literally delivering him to police.
That is the right thing to do, but going back to other protests in other years and eras, you are always going to have an element which believes that the way to get back at authority is to steal, attack, rob and pillage, and when they see an opening, they jump right through it.
And then, we have our elected officials, who sit in their own ivory towers and have no clue about what they are doing and what they are saying and how they are handling these protests and the violence that has pervaded them.
Some say that some officials are coddling the protestors, because they feel that by doing so, they are creating potential votes in future elections from them.
I am sure that there is an element of truth to that, and certainly in New York, amidst the cries against the violence, you do get the idea that certain politicians are seizing this as an opportunity to influence participants in these marches.
You have others who are basically saying "shoot to kill," and let me tell you, if my place of business was being ransacked by looters, and if I had a gun permit and a legal gun, what recourse would I have to protecting my investment?
Happily or unhappily, we have not seen that happen, because it would only make things worse, but you can understand this thought when you see the destruction that has been caused by looters, who don't know George Floyd from Pink Floyd, and what's worse, don't seem to care.
And then, you have the truly clueless, people elected to public office who really don't have a handle on anything happening around them.
Leading that pack, as usual, is Mayor Bill deBlasio of New York.
Yesterday was perhaps the penultimate moment of his mayoralty, as he beat around the bush talking about his 25-year-old daughter, who was arrested during one of the protests in New York.
He constantly beat around the bush and never clearly spoke about the arrest when reporters questioned him about it, alluding to the fact that she was an adult now, could do what she felt was right without his guidance, and that he was proud of her for her stand that got her arrested.
This, in a city where blocks of storefronts have been destroyed and dreams gone up in smoke.
And you could literally see the pain and perspiration come out of the mayor's pores as he tried to punch his way out of this paper bag that his daughter had put him in.
Although he would not comment further on her arrest, it later came out that she and the group she was with was told to move, they refused, and they were arrested.
And by the way, the arresting officers had no idea that she was the mayor's daughter, and although she gave her residence as the area Gracie Mansion sits in, she is part of the problem--she is an outsider who has lived 3,000 miles away for the past couple of years, as her actual residence is in California, where she goes to school.
How the mayor has the least bit of credibility with anybody at this point is beyond me.
And none of this political posturing has the least bit to do with George Floyd, and that is a crime in itself.
Classic Rant #1,269 (August 14, 2014): And the Rains Came
Yesterday morning, in my neck of the woods, it rained ...
And rained ...
And rained some more.
In fact, I heard on the news last night that it rained so much that it was the biggest recorded one day rain in theses parts in decades, with some saying that the 10-15 inches of rain we got actually set the record.
It was teeming at 4 a.m. yesterday morning, but I have seen worse.
When I left for work just before 6:30, it was still coming down pretty hard, but like I said, I have seen worse.
I turned onto the major road here for me to get to the highway, which is Merrick Road, and it was closed to a certain early point in my departure.
So I had to turn around, double back to get to another major artery I can use, Sunrise Highway.
I went through the back streets, and saw people going through stop signs, driving 70 miles an hour on residential streets, and doing generally crazy things.
Anyway, I reached Sunrise Highway, and it was pretty clear, so I drove it to the highway I use to get to work, Wantagh Parkway, a generally two-lane highway which connects me with Old Country Road, where my work is located.
As I came onto the highway entrance, I could see that literally hundreds of cars were stuck on the other side of the Parkway, and I could see that the water buildup was probably two feet. Some cars were literally buried in the water.
My side appeared to be clear, so I drove right onto it. It was still raining, but again, I have seen worse.
Let me backpedal a bit.
Every day, before I leave for work, I watch the local CBS News. I like it, I like the reporters--I admit it, most of the female reporters are real eye candy, and very talented to boot--and I watch the traffic reports.
Yesterday, I heard that the other major arteries on Long Island--the Long Island Expressway, the Northern State, and even parts of Sunrise Highway--were closed due to flooding.
But nothing on the Wantagh Parkway.
So, I figured I was free and clear.
Well, let's move forward.
I am in my car, turned on the Wantagh Parkway, and I think I am OK.
At this part of the Parkway, it is three lanes, later turning into two for the rest of the length of the Parkway.
Well, about a quarter mile down the road, I drive into water that had to be a foot deep, if not more.
The depth of the water took my car and literally shoved it over to the far right lane.
I thought I was in a boat, not a car.
If there had been another car there, I don't want to think about what might have happened, but I literally cascaded from the far left lane to the far right lane.
This proved to be a blessing in disguise.
The water was less steep on the right side, probably because there is grass on that side of the road, and the grass soaked up much of the rain on that side of the road.
I got my bearings, waded through the natural lake that had formed, and was on my merry way.
No sooner do I get out of this mess, and once again move over to the left lane, I nearly have an encounter with a pickup truck that bolted over three lanes when entering the Parkway, never seeing me and nearly smashing right into me.
It is never a dull morning, is it?
I got to work maybe just 10 minutes later than I normally do, the rain stopped, and I had my usual merry day at work.
In the interim, the rains fully stopped, the sun came out, and it looked like a decent day as everything quickly got back to normal--
Or so I thought.
I took the Wantagh Parkway home as I always do, and it was clear sailing most of the way home. Evidently, a lot of people just gave up yesterday, so the bumper to bumper traffic I usually encounter on the way home wasn't there, so I moved quickly down the Parkway--
Until about a mile away from my exit.
The traffic stopped dead, as what was normally three lanes of traffic was being pared down to one.
Myself and probably hundreds of other cars just sat there, inching our way along a stretch of road that is normally free of such delays at this point.
There were such problems on the road earlier in the day that there were numerous trucks all over the roadway, so even though the weather was fine, work had been done on the road hours earlier to rid it of water and cars, so much of the road was closed off.
I had to get off at an exit that was before the one I normally get off on, and it put me in the wrong direction, so again, I basically had to double back and proceed the right way.
This more than doubled my return to home time, and when I finally got back home, I was happy, happy that I was there and happy that my car passed its first real weather test.
Heaven knows what the winter will bring, but at least I know that my car can take it. It did what it was supposed to do, getting me there and back without much trouble.
I think the people on Long Island are looking forward to sunny days hereon in. I know that I certainly am.
I have driven in worse, though.
A few years ago, driving home from my family's vacation in Florida on I-95, we encountered the worst storm I have ever been in.
It happened in North Carolina, I believe, or at least South Carolina moving into North Carolina.
It rained cats and dogs and other animals during that rain.
You could not see an inch in front of you, forget about a mile.
The rain was so intense that I basically followed a pickup truck for miles and miles in the distance, because it was the only thing I could see.
It lasted for about an hour, and then we were free and clear, but that rain was scary.
Yesterday's rain was more of a nuisance, but it was a nuisance that I can live without.
Let the Sunshine In! as the old song goes, and boy, after yesterday, I hope it shines for a long, long time.
Monday, June 1, 2020
Rant #2,419: What's Going On
No, my family and I do not have the coronavirus, thank goodness.
All of our test results came back negative this weekend, so we are healthy and ready to go.
What is not healthy and ready to go appears to be our society, which is not only being torn apart by this disease, but it is once again being torn apart by racial insanity.
The death of George Floyd has sparked massive protests and massive attacks on our police force and on businesses where the protests are happening.
From New York to Los Angeles, peaceful protests are being turned into cop- and business lynches, and some people are forgetting that the protests are about how Floyd was treated by a rogue cop, and not about plundering and pilfering and destroying people and storefronts.
Based on the video that we have all seen, and other audio that has surfaced, this rogue cop did something indescribable, something so heinous that we, as a society, have become outraged.
Whether it was racially motivated, or simply a rogue cop, a bad cop, a cop that was an insult to his brothers and sisters in the force, versus a common criminal, remains to be seen, but some have taken this as another notch in the supposed long history of cops taking advantage of African Americans when enforcing the law.
I am sure this cop will get his due, but what I am not sure about is why every confrontation between whites and blacks is based on race.
Couldn't this episode simply have been a terrible cop doing an incomprehensible thing to another person, rather than a WHITE cop murdering a BLACK felon? Why does it always have to be racially motivated?
Beyond that, thousands of Americans--and people in other countries, who should stick to their own problems in their own countries--have stood together against what happened in Minneapolis, and I, personally, have no problem with that.
Americans have the absolute right to protest, and such gatherings are taking place across out land.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.
But the byproduct of these protests is that many of them have morphed from non-violent showing of outrage to absolute anarchistic meetings producing terror, with cops being attacked by rocks, bottles and explosives, innocent people attacked, and stores and businesses in the surrounding areas destroyed.
This has nothing to do with the death of Floyd at all. This has to do with people seeing their chance to pillage and destroy, and simply acting out their aggressions.
One of the most telling images I have seen--beyond the horror of seeing the video where Floyd was pinned to the ground and died--was a shop owner in Minneapolis cowering in his store while looters destroyed it.
The owner was a former firefighter who pooled his life savings into a sports bar, and in a flash, the bar was destroyed by looters who were there not to memorialize Floyd, but to cause nothing but havoc.
A reporter was interviewing the shop owner in his bar, and while being interviewed, the camera veered over to looters trying to drag the store's safe out the door, amidst fire, smoke and total destruction.
The owner was the same skin color as those destroying his store. The owner has no insurance on the store, so it stands today as rubble, never to be rebuilt again.
What does all of this have to do with the memory of Floyd?
Our leaders are telling us that the destruction is solely being caused by outsiders, many from radical groups such as Antifa, an anarchic, anti-Semitic group of rebellious brats whose only known cause is taking advantage of such situations to spread their scourge.
Well, I personally don't believe it is simply outsiders. Once these mobs infest the crowd, the crowd becomes a mob, and the mob creates havoc.
And once I see any signs highlighting Black Lives Matter, a similar anarchic organization, I know that outsiders might light the flame, but many of those in the community are pouring gasoline on that flame.
People have every right to be angry, but their anger cannot carry over to destroying innocent businesses and people who believe in these communities enough to do business in them.
And the violence against the police has also been mob-like, it has been heinous, and it is totally uncalled for.
Police organizations and unions have come out en masse to decry what one of their own did to Floyd, yet there are some who believe that it is now payback time, and any cop is their enemy.
They have not only been pelted by words, but by bottles, bricks and explosives. Police cars have been set on fire, police cars have not been given the right of way when trying to proceed, and police have had to run for their lives as some people have tried to murder them with explosives being thrown at them.
And where are our leaders in all of this? As usual, late to the table.
Sure, they have all decried what happened to Floyd, they have all said that violence is not the way to solve this latest situation, but it took them long enough to say these things that their voices are falling on deaf ears.
You would think that the most violent of the rioters--they are not protestors, they are rioters--might listen to leaders of the black community, such as the Revs. Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson and former President Barack Obama if they said anything about what was happening, but other than the voices of local black leaders, I have not heard one peep out of these national leaders about what is happening.
Their silence is deafening, but their silence also speaks volumes.
We will never, and I do mean never, be on the same page if we resort to violence and destruction during these types of horrid situations.
And people justify the violence, which makes it even more heinous.
The violence is not remembering the victim, the violence serves as an attack on our way of life.
When a violent protestor carries out a large screen TV he has just pilfered from the local Target department store that has been destroyed, how is that remembering what happened to the victim? How is that honoring his loss of life?
What is happening to our country?
We are all Americans. We are Americans first. I cannot stand that we are labeled as African Americans, Asian Americans, White Americans.
When I fill out a form, it always asks me for my ethnicity and my racial background. When I can, I simply don't answer. I am an American, and an American first.
Such unnecessary procedures serve to divide us further, and you just know that that is exactly what factions desire when they ask such questions.
And until we get on the same page about that, we are going to continue to be a land divided by people who want to destroy it, all in the name of the dead.
I see the videos, the unfortunate one showing the death of the victim, and I then see the unfortunate one of the former firefighter who poured his life savings into a store that will never rise again.
How sad, how very sad, how very, very sad.
"Rioting, looting, and burning is not the way. Organize. Demonstrate. Sit-in. Stand-up. Vote. Be constructive, not destructive. History has proven time and again that non-violent, peaceful protest is the way to achieve the justice and equality that we all deserve."
--Rep. John Lewis (D-Ga.)
Classic Rant #1,268 (August 13, 2014): Snail Mail, Part 2
Remember last week I told you the story of a wedding invitation that was somehow delayed more than five months in reaching its destination, namely, my home?
Well, there is a part 2 to this.
I went to the post office over the weekend, and asked why the letter was delivered so tardily.
I really didn't expect a definitive answer, and I didn't get one.
"It might have been stuck in the machinery. When we get a letter, we deliver the letter," was basically the line that I got.
I told them that this was a time-sensitive parcel that needed to be to its destination as quickly as possible.
They told me, "Things happen that are out of our control."
They asked me if I wanted to speak to the postmaster, and since I had absolutely nothing to lose, I said, "OK."
The postmaster called my place of work on Monday.
I explained the situation to her, and she said to me, "It might have been stuck in the machinery. When we get a letter, we deliver the letter."
I said, "How can the letter have gotten stuck in the machine for more than five months, and nobody sees it?"
She said, "Things happen. Perhaps another machine was used during this time," which basically castigated her entire claim, because if that was true, doesn't a postal employee check a machine to make sure nothing is stuck in it?
Anyway, she said that they don't sort the mail there, it is sorted elsewhere, and she reiterated, "When we get a piece of mail, it gets delivered."
We have had some problems with the mail before, with letters (bills) not being delivered on time. We were also one of the areas that made national headlines some months ago when a deliverer was arrested for not delivering tons of mail on their route.
Anyway, that was basically the conversation, and I ended it by saying, "You know, if there are further problems with the mail, you are going to hear from me," and she basically said fine, apologized for the problem I had with this particular piece of mail, and that was that.
Yes, she had sort of a nonchalant attitude about the entire thing, but I guess there really wasn't much more that she could do or say to me.
Perhaps when I got off the phone, she made it her business to tell her staff that all machines must be checked for stuck mail.
I don't know if she did anything.
My problem is that the Postal Service always cries poverty, and you want to sympathize with their plight, and then something like this happens, and you can only find one word to describe it:
And that word is "incompetency."
Plain and simple.
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