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2023.05.29 13:48 eliyah23rd A thought inspired by Monday’s Daf (page) in the Talmud, Gittin 13

A thought inspired by Monday’s Daf (page) in the Talmud, Gittin 13
Is the value of every life infinite?
This post presents a philosophical idea inspired by the text of today’s Daf. The Daf is one page in the Talmud that tens of thousands of people study each day. I explain the connection to the text in a comment below. My purpose is to show that there are underlying philosophical assumptions in the Talmud that can have great significance for anybody today trying to understand our complex reality.
The value of a single life is infinite. Is this saying true? Do we mean it when we say it? Or does the phrase mean something different than a simple reading might suggest?
Expected Value is an important equation in statistical decision making. It calculates the most rational way to choose from a number of options by multiplying the value that you would attach to a specific outcome by the probability that that outcome will indeed transpire. For example, if paying for a parking spot costs $5, a fine for not paying is $10, and your chances of getting caught are 1 in 3, then if you buy a parking ticket every day for 100 days, you will pay $500. If you do not buy a parking ticket, you will typically be fined 33 times and end up paying $330.
Applying Expected Value for simple, predictable outcomes whose value can be expressed in dollars is easy. But what about life?
Did you check your brakes this morning? And the day before? And the day before that? The chances that your brakes have become faulty since checking yesterday, and therefore dying in a car accident as a result, are ridiculously small. Let's say one in a million. However, what is the cost of doing the test? What value do you assign to your own life, as well as the lives of your loved ones sitting in the car with you? If the value of life is infinite, infinity divided by a million is still infinity.
The examples given so far may seem trivial or even farcical, but we must remember that we have just been through the terrible COVID-19 epidemic, which has killed six million people so far. In the US, 75% of deaths were people aged 65 or older. Nations throughout the world had to balance the value of allowing people to get on with their lives with controlling the disease. If we had all given up more of the quality of our lives, would more people have survived? Is it true that we attach infinite value to an individual’s life, even if they are old and will no longer be “useful”?
We hear many voices these days warning us that AI could destroy humanity. Even if the probability of current AI technology running out of control and trying to end human life, or even being able to do so, is very small, they argue that such a small probability must be multiplied by the negative value of existential risk. They would argue that AI must stay in the control of small, secret, and powerful hands, even if those hands might abuse this position to concentrate wealth and power even further.
During the Cold War, the West maintained that the value of their liberty was sufficient reason to refuse to capitulate to Soviet dictatorship – even though the probability of destroying humanity was significant. Was that decision rational, if human life has infinite value?
There are two ways to understand these contradictions in our observed behavior. The first is that we do not attach anywhere near infinite value to human life. It sounds good to say that we do, but saying such things is often just a form of paying lip service to positions that will impress people about the virtue of the speaker.
A second possibility that might explain these contradictions is that we are confusing two languages. The language of mathematics applies well to billiard balls and games of chess, but the language of human beings is meant to be applied to life. The language we use in our daily lives speaks of infinite values. We are enchanted by the success of the hard sciences and so we try and apply its methods to a scope that they might not apply to. Perhaps the mistake is trying to plug words like “infinity” into equations. The choices and values of human life are too messy, unpredictable, and full of secondary and tertiary effects that we know nothing about. Perhaps all we can do is look at what we value, as well as the outcomes we fear, and do our best to move gradually towards the first and away from the second.
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2023.05.29 13:48 Pieter_Rogge Me and my clan are going to try and boot up a few DoI servers this week. Tuesday evening (20PM BST) will be our first attempt at reviving the game. Come join us for a good fight!

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2023.05.29 13:48 Steveelectric907 32m good morning hope you are well looking for nice chats

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2023.05.29 13:47 Longjumping-Ad3983 I'm new and have a question about shutter speed, ISO and apperture, thanks!

Hello everyone! I'm shooting videos for youtube and have a couple of questions about the relation of shutter speed, frame rate, ISO and aperture.
Currently i'm using a Canon M200 with the kit lens. Those lens have a maximum aperture of f/3.5, that they're not particulary bright, I shoot at 25fps, so following the 180º rule i should put the shooter speed at 1/50. Then I correct the exposure with ISO and using the histogram, setting it around 640 and 800 ISO.
With that said, when revising the results, the exposition of the footage is inconsistent: me, the subject and half of the image is perfectly exposed and have almost or nothing of grain/noise, but some parts are not that well exposed have quite quantity of noise, what bothers me a lot. I know I can solve that with plugins like Neat Video but at the same time i want the best direct footage posible without going to post.
Now, the question, can i set the shooter speed to 1/30 to compensate for the narrower aperture of the kit lenses?
I tried that so i can set lower ISO and the noise is reduced without an exagerated/unnatural motion blur(at least i think that xD), but I dont know if is a good idea or not.

Sorry for the long post but i need some help xD
edit: i know that out there are some brigh and good lenses but right now I'm 6 months I want purchase a Sigma 16mm f/1.4, bot now, I'm stuck with the kit lenses.
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2023.05.29 13:44 NoobFromChina RIP YaphetS (YammerS/PIS)

PIS committed suicide today and the information was confirmed by Haitao, a Chinese Dota commentator.
PIS was my hero since I started playing DotA when I was 17. His Shadow Fiend is the reason I started playing Mid.
He posted his suicide notes in Weibo and I translated them. However the images are highly compressed and I can't use image to text convertor. I have to type every single character down and translate them. I was bursted into tears when I was doing so. Please if anyone had suicidal thought, go and seek immediate help.
Australia (Beyond Blue): 1300 22 4636 (Lifeline Australia): 13 11 14
US (National Suicidal prevention lifeline): 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
Here is the translated notes:
In the main post:
This is a scheduled Weibo post. After all these years, I still can't let go of the hatred in my heart. I can't find reconciliation within myself either. I know I have wronged many people. It's all because of me, the beginning and the end. Let it end.
In the images:
I was born in a small city in Hebei in 1997, in a residential compound belonging to a typical working-class family. My father is a retired soldier who transitioned to work in China Railway (中铁), and our family settled here. My mother, originally from Hubei, came here with my sister and got married to my father through a mutual introduction. Both of them had previous failed marriages, and this one was also destined to fail. However, I was born in the second year of their marriage.
As far as I can remember, during my childhood, I mostly lived with my mother. Due to my father's work on construction sites, he was often away for long periods. This resulted in very little time spent with my father during my childhood and adolescence. Additionally, my father was introverted, had a peculiar temper, and didn't talk much with me. We would only meet once a year or sometimes every two years, so when I was very young, I kept asking my mother when my father would come back. I longed for my father's presence, but I hardly received any fatherly love or feedback.
Living in this residential compound with many children, one would expect my childhood playtime to be joyful. However, for me, it was all nightmares and pain. I distinctly remember how the adults in the compound looked at me differently when I was very young. Many parents didn't allow their children to play with me. Initially, I thought it was because our family had a poor financial condition or maybe I was a bit mischievous. It was later when I grew up that I found out the real reasons, which I will explain later. Despite the challenges, I eventually managed to integrate into the circle of children my age. Although I still faced bullying, it didn't bother me much. The most painful experiences were being bullied by the older kids, who were probably already in junior high school when I was still in kindergarten. One summer, I vividly remember coming out of my house, eating strawberries, and being noticed by the older kids. They lured me to the former staff building with their toy guns, saying they wanted me to play with them. Once there, they held me down and forced me to drink their urine while prying my mouth open. I ran back home crying and vomiting. Another time, three or four people cornered me in a corner of the compound and made me perform oral sex on them. I resisted that time and my cries attracted adults, so they let me go. Later, as I grew up, I realized that I was not the only one who was being bullied at that time. There was also a girl my age who went through unimaginable things. Moreover, many of these older kids were children of China Railway executives, born into powerful and influential families. But they were truly like beasts. I will never forget these memories.
As time passed, it was time for me to go to primary school. Due to my poor comprehension ability compared to children of the same age and my lack of concentration as a child (possibly due to attention deficit hyperactivity disorder), my first-grade exam results were very poor. I only remember having Chinese and mathematics as the earliest subjects. While many children achieved excellent scores, I barely passed in one subject and failed in another. When I returned home, I was scolded and beaten. That was the first time I started resisting learning from the bottom of my heart. I said I didn't understand... I hadn't learned... My mother believed that I wasn't paying attention in class. My parents themselves had a low level of education, especially my mother, who couldn't help me with my studies. Later, they spent money on tutoring, and my grades improved slightly in second and third grade..
In grades four, five, and six, there were changes in the homeroom teacher. During this time, some kids started demanding protection fees, and if you didn't pay, they would beat you up. As a result, I got into fights more frequently. I was called to the office and falsely accused of starting trouble. I was also bad at expressing myself and couldn't defend myself properly. The teacher didn't believe me, and in the end, I was the one who got beaten up and punished. The corporal punishment by teachers in the small city's school was really outrageous. They would actually hit you, slap your face, hit you with a soft pencil, or use a stick. It was during that time when my grades were already average, and I started hating studying. I didn't want to go to school anymore, I didn't want to attend classes. I started pretending to be sick and skipping classes. I completely lost interest in studying, and it was probably in sixth grade when something happened. The classroom door lock was broken, and coincidentally, I was cleaning after school. Some students were fooling around and broke the lock. Later, they went and told the teacher that I did it, and they even testified against me. The teacher didn't believe what I said, and in front of many teachers in the office, they kept hitting my palms with a soft pencil until they were all bruised, asking me to admit it quickly. It was then that I truly understood what it meant to be coerced into confession. In the end, I couldn't bear the pain anymore and admitted to it. I even bought a new lock to replace the broken one in the classroom. After that, I didn't want to go to school anymore. Some might ask why I didn't talk to my mother about it. It was because there was already a rift between us regarding my academic performance. In the eyes of my relatives and family members, I had already become a poor student and a bad child. I didn't study properly and started sneaking off to internet cafes. I didn't care anymore and didn't want to say anything to them.
After entering junior high school, in the first and second years, our physical education teacher served as the homeroom teacher. Since I hadn't laid a good foundation in elementary school, I continued to hate studying in junior high. I would disrupt classes, talk back, and get into fights. During the first two years, corporal punishment and long lectures at home accompanied my education. This period was also my rebellious phase. My father returned to work, and they would argue all day long at home, which was true. They would argue all the time, every moment of the day. The old-style building had poor sound insulation. The entire neighborhood could hear the sound of our arguments, and in addition to the school issues, I would have endless arguments with my family. On one hand, I didn't want to attend school and face punishment, and on the other hand, I didn't want to go back home. I was already feeling a bit depressed. During that time, I would skip classes, go online, play Dota, stay up all night, and sleep in school the next day. It was during this period that I learned a devastating truth, not to mention how I found out, but I discovered that I wasn't my parents' biological child. I was the illegitimate child of a relative, and to cover up their mistake, they brought in my father as a substitute and got married. I was born quickly in the second year of their marriage. That's also why, since I was young, the kids in the neighborhood would always bully me, and adults would look at me with strange eyes, including the children of many parents who initially didn't let their kids play with me. I truly broke down at that moment. It was also during that time that I developed depression, and I started hating myself and my family more and more. I really didn't want to live during that period. One day in the second semester of eighth grade, I bought sleeping pills. At that time, the control over sleeping pills wasn't as strict as it is now. I attempted suicide, but I didn't take enough, so I didn't die. Later, a teacher visited our home and conducted a home visit, asking me about the reasons. I didn't say anything. I just said I wasn't happy and that life had no meaning. The homeroom teacher was probably afraid of taking responsibility, so the attitudes of all the teachers toward me changed afterward. At the very least, they didn't bother me anymore when I slept in class. After moving up to ninth grade, aside from changing the homeroom teacher, the other subject teachers remained the same. During this time, I encountered the second great teacher in my life. The first one was Mr. Cai in the first three years of elementary school. This teacher's last name was Tian. He was our chemistry teacher, and maybe it was because of what happened in my eighth grade... As I write this, I'm finding it difficult to control my emotions. After taking over our class, he had individual conversations with each student. He was the first and only teacher who wanted to be friends with me. He always encouraged me, saying that I wasn't any worse than anyone else and that I should be confident. My depression improved a lot during my ninth grade year, and I studied diligently. However, because I had fallen so far behind before, I couldn't catch up. In the end, I didn't pass the high school entrance exam, and I left home to study in Shijiazhuang. I didn't want to continue living in that city or return to that home.
The three years of studying and living in Shijiazhuang were among the few happy times in my life. My depression rarely occurred during this period. With a completely new environment, new friends, and classmates, I actively engaged in my studies. I joined the student council and became a department head. I played basketball, exercised, and played Dota. Overall, I felt fulfilled. The only regret was that during the final stage of the semester, I had my first official romantic relationship, but it ended in betrayal. Afterward, I didn't date anyone for the next five years.
After graduation, I interned at a China Railway unit, which happened to be in Shijiazhuang. At that time, Shijiazhuang was constructing a subway, and since I studied surveying, I decided to stay. It was my first time entering the workforce, and many things shattered my preconceptions. There was hypocrisy and flattery in the workplace, colleagues engaging in office politics, data manipulation, construction companies cutting corners, and project managers having affairs behind their spouses' backs... The world turned out to be different from what I had imagined. In the first half of the year, I worked diligently, but in the latter half, I started contemplating what I really wanted to do, and my enthusiasm for work diminished. After the completion of the project I was involved in, I resigned directly. I left Shijiazhuang and became a commentator.
My depression completely erupted in mid-March 2019 when my father passed away due to illness. He had been tormented by the disease for several months and eventually succumbed to the pain. During his last few days, I stayed by his side, watching him and reflecting on his two failed marriages and the mistreatment he endured at his workplace, only to be plagued by the disease until his death. After the funeral, in April, I returned to my rented house in Shanghai. During that time, I would spend the entire night talking to myself in the house, painfully banging my head against the wall. Every day, when I looked into the mirror, I felt an intense disgust towards the person I saw. As I grew older, I resembled my biological father more and more, and I couldn't even count how many times I had hurt myself in front of the mirror. This state of mind persisted until recently, where I would only take a bite of food every two or three days, experiencing headaches and various sleep disturbances. Sometimes, I would even have uncontrollable fits of laughter and engage in self-talk. I'm really not doing well.
In recent years, I have started squandering money to fill the emptiness in my heart. I can't find meaning in life, and I can't reconcile with my past either. Many people have told me that it's not my fault, that I shouldn't blame myself for the mistakes of others, and that I should live my own life. You could also say that this is my way of escaping from reality, that I'm a weak and useless person. Well, so be it. Without me, this family that should never have existed wouldn't have come into being. There wouldn't have been so many things that should or shouldn't have happened. This family emerged because of me, and today I will end it by taking my own life. Everything from the beginning has been wrong, and I hope this mistake can be corrected now. My inner pain can finally come to an end. Today, when I leave, I will leave with a smile. Every second in this world, many people are born and die. Without me, the world won't be lacking anything. I don't want to come to this earthly realm again in my next life, and I hope that in the future, you won't create a tragic family for the sake of your own selfish desires or to cover up your own mistakes.
Please forgive my selfishness and cowardice, and please forgive my pain and struggles. Goodbye.
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2023.05.29 13:42 Brave_Ganache6000 21/F/UK-FR

I am an ordinary 21y/o adult who has a favourite cooking pot (I’d be happy to share pictures and to tell you why this pot is awesome if you are interested haha).
I study law with no intention to practice it whatsoever. I simply enjoy learning about it but would like to keep it as a hobby as to avoid the effects of routine transforming passion into stressful boredom over time. In my free time, I enjoy spending time helping out different charities, I notably spend hours in animal rescues. When I am not there grooming horses and walking goats, you can usually find me either in my room aimlessly writing lines that will rarely be read, or at the local rink, softly gliding around the ice.
I would describe myself as someone spontaneous, clumsy, and kind. I find a lot of joy in the small things of life and love to write endless lines about them.
I am looking for a penpal with whom I can exchange email/snailmail full of little trivial things. I would love to be this stranger with whom you feel you can share anything, knowing that you won’t be judged but appreciated for it. Tell me about the drama going on at your workplace (I’m a sucker for drama, but only when I am not involved), about how your holiday went (tell me about the warmth of the sand, the smoothness of the snow, the way your friend Clara fell head down into a puddle, ...), about how pretty are the flowers boarding the path of your morning walks, or how you found yourself a new obsession for cabbages (naturally, as there is hardly anything as beautiful as a person talking about something with great passion, regardless of what said interest is).
So if this is something you would like to share with me, feel free to send me a message. I would like to exchange emails at first, but I do also greatly appreciate the depth and authenticity of a good old letter.
Hoping to make a genuine connection,
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2023.05.29 13:40 Drone2Address #drone #droneimages Good Morning - Sunrise from Roanoke, Virginia. Mini 3 Pro.

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2023.05.29 13:39 Johnny_Boy398 Africa Rework: The Leopard of the Congo Mobutu Sese Seko

Africa Rework: The Leopard of the Congo Mobutu Sese Seko
(This is part of an ongoing series, links to which will be posted in the comments below)
The Nationalists of the “Mouvement Authenticité de la Révolution” (MAR)
Who is Mobutu Sese Seko? Just another warlord who got a lucky break? A champion of the nation willing to do what is necessary for unity and freedom? A traitor to the people who was happy to crack congolese heads until his pay got cut? A revolutionary Father-Marshal or a reactionary kleptocrat? No one can say for sure, but when the Congo war begins in 1966 it will become clear what he wishes himself to be: the great liberator, unifyer, and undisputed master of the great Congo nation. And with Japanese help he may just pull it off. But no man is born great, and even the Fuhrer does not rule alone. So let us discover how Mobutu came to be, and what his victory will mean for the Congo and Africa at large.
For the Japanese, who will become his greatest supporters and headaches, he is the African Oda Nobunaga: a martial and cruel man whose vision for unity and glory far outweighs whatever sins he may have committed. Always one for the cameras and adept at winning over an audience, Mobutu will successfully win over the Japanese public by playing the role of the justly tyrannical “Great Man”, even while he personally prefers western delicacies.
Joseph-Désiré Mobutu lived an unremarkable life before being thrust into greatness. He was only 16 when the Congo was violently transferred from Belgian to German hands, and like many rebellious students he joined in the 1949 protests against the construction of the Congo dam, stowing away from boarding school to do so. In the aftermath of the MNC repression Mobutu was assigned to the still technically Belgian controlled Force Publique as punishment. Unlike many of his fellows however Mobutu immediately took to military life, embracing the strength, discipline and martial values it provided. In part because of this he served without noticeable disobedience, and was even bribed to be an informant on clandestine communist cells within the force, ratting out a few of his “comrades”. From the point of view of the Belgians he was a model soldier. But this was an act: in truth Mobutu never ceased holding resentment for his arrogant Belgian commanders or the priests who had “educated” him. Behind their back he was a contributor to the native underground press, writing under assumed names and attacking the Belgian presence. It came as quite a shock then when in 1955, as his mandated time in the force was drawing to a close, Mobutu did not accept demobilization quietly but instead went into revolt. It is still a matter of debate about what pushed him into this. He claims that this had been the plan all along, while cynics say the impending annexation of the belgian Congo by Zentralafrika forced him into it. Some think that his double life was about to be exposed, while the more conspiratorial leftists say that he never went into rebellion at all, and that his “revolt” was ordered by the Belgians as a way to counter the APL insurgency. But whatever the case it was here that the public figure was born.
After killing several belgian officers and stealing as many weapons and valuables as they could Mobutu and his co-conspirators quickly fled east. This was not entirely unusual: the sudden annexation of the colony led to many sporadic demonstrations and revolts. But it immediately became clear that Mobutu had larger ambitions than these local disturbances. His strategy at this time was one of survival: he would only accept those who could move fast and hit hard, with his armed band always staying on the move as they fled to the east. But unlike other petty warlords he understood the importance of a political and social message for his long term survival, as well as local alliances. For this he essentially copied the platform of the now underground MNC while adhering to none of its tenants in reality: he would tell the people whatever they wanted to hear so long as it got him what he wanted. More practically he made tight alliances with local eastern notables as well as Tutsi refugees which had fled reprisals to the east. In this he was successful, forging for himself a loose alliance in the north east which permitted him to slip the noose where so many others were eventually caught.
One of his most important lieutenants in these early days was Victor Nendaka Bika, his de facto “foreign minister” and torturer who would make initial contact with those Mobutu saw the need to coerce or charm. Unlike many warlords Mobutu never gave into the temptation to rule by fear alone, instead seeking to co-opt useful men into his own organization. But he was just as happy to let loose his jackal to show the consequences of disloyalty.
These early years from 1956-1962 were defined at first by mere survival: banditry, illegal trade and bribery were the only ways to stay alive. But slowly, with plenty of self promotion to help it, Mobutu’s reputation as a survivor and a winner grew locally, and then regionally. As the remnants of failed rebels and warlords drifted into his growing camp Mobutu was able to step beyond being a bandit king and into becoming a local powerbroker. He had already made himself the allied protector of the Tutsi refugees, and soon after the APL’s protracted people's war in the north began he sought to become the patron of his own native Ngbandi people as well. Where he had the most power in the eastern fringes the pan-Africanist APL held the north, with the Ngbandi in the middle still “up for grabs” between the APL, Mobutu and the German administration. It is here that he first developed his own separate political platform: unwilling or unable to come to an agreement with either of the other two factions Mobutu began developing his own ideology of an “authentic” congolese nationalism which was opposed to both pan-african and communist radicalism, “self defeating” regionalism and demanded the full liberation of the congo from european imperialism. But most importantly to those who heard his call was for unity under Mobutu: if the African people remained divided and timid they would be slaves forever, and only a great leader like Mobutu could bring them true liberty. As one may expect, this call for subordination won him very few new friends.
The see-saw of influence in the Congo north and east is set to be radically upended in 1962, as kommissar Krogmann finally thinks he has enough stability in the west to launch a pacification campaign. In this he will be superficially successful: all anti-German factions will be forced to retreat and large swaths of land will be returned to German control. But it will not accomplish its primary objective of capturing and killing the leadership: Mobutu will once again avoid the hangman and will return when the Zentralafrika army goes marching south to the SAW. And when he does it will be with a new purpose. Much of his army was scattered or deserted by the German offensive, with many of the local allies he thought were in his hands all but begging to come to terms with the Germans after he was forced out. He had survived yes, but only by the skin of his teeth: this time he would do things differently. Taking lessons from the APL he will return in 1964 as a popular revolutionary rather than as a mere warlord with a printing press. Though still not fully developed it is here that “Joseph-Désiré” would become “Sese Seko Kuku Ngbendu wa za Banga” or “The all-powerful warrior who, because of his endurance and inflexible will to win, goes from conquest to conquest, leaving fire in his wake”. A new ideology of “Authentic” nationalism came with this new name, seeking to truly win over the hearts of the people as well as the loyalty of their leaders. It was a threat and a promise, as he would go about tearing down symbols of westernism in his wake and giving personal “gifts” to people or organizations which he wished to win over. He also sought to portray himself as an avenging angel, throwing “bad actors” such as denounced priests and hated collaborators against the wall.
This new ideology, disseminated through the “Manifesto of Goma” is long in emotion and short in concrete policy. As such it was quickly denounced by the intellectuals of the Pan-Africanists and Liberals as not a “real” ideology and merely a cheap populism. But it is taken deadly seriously by the newly declared Mouvement Authenticité de la Révolution: for its supporters it promises a true rebirth of the congolese people from within rather than without. The Congo would be purged of malignant western influence by remaking the congolese individual in body, mind and spirit. This was the way to true freedom and dignity, far more than mere “material conditions” or to ape their constitutions.
With his newfound identity and strategy Mobutu will of course be a prime target for Huttig’s retribution, but as is always the case too few men and not enough supplies will stop Huttig from ever putting him down for good. Plus Mobutu had found a new friend: the Japanese. In the immediate aftermath of Huttig’s takeover the Japanese will support the APL, but will quickly grow disenchanted: the naked radicalism and distrustful nature of the APL will lead to the Japanese looking for a more reliable partner, and Mobutu will aggressively angle to become just that. After having been rejected by the Americans in favor of the MNC Mobutu is the only big game left in the Congo for Japan to back, and was always a master at co-option and personal magnetism. He will charm the Japanese mission to sing his praises in Tokyo, even if there is little they can do for him at the moment. This will change when Huttig dies: taking a gamble Mobutu will strike at Stanleyville, successfully forcing the retreating garrison to leave behind most of their weapons and capturing an airport through which he will finally have solid connections with the outside world. The bad blood between him and the MNC and APL will mean that there is no choice but to fight it out as the Congo war begins in 1966, this time with Japan backing him to the hilt.
Mobutu now seeks to become a legend. Already having gained a personal mythos after having been declared dead by the Germans several times, his wartime strategy will be to force the mass mobilization of the population. Under his personal name and with the backing of Japan he will force every man who comes under his control into his army, seeking to form a tidal wave of men which will overwhelm his enemies and make up for his lack of supply. If an enemy cannot be rooted out with simple force of numbers, it will be the job of his all Ngbandi “Leopard Division” or even better of Japanese “volunteers” to root them out. The success of this strategy is heavily dependent on momentum, and will rely on Japanese backing to arm itself. But if it is successful Zentralafrika will be no more, and neither will the Congo: The Republic of Zaire will rise as the newest power in Africa under the leadership of the nation's great guide: Mobutu Sese Seko. After a partial demobilization and a reconfirming of his alliance with “internal allies” such as the Tutsi under François Rukeba and the Bakongo under Holden Roberto he will initiate a grand campaign of national revolution and self aggrandizement: Zairianization.
Asian inspired architecture of the newly built Presidential Palace. Among those celebrating the creation of Zaire will be the Japanese. All sides have poured a great deal of resources into the conflict, and the victory of Mobutu will doubtless be a strategic boon for Japanese influence on the continent. Mobutu for his part recognizes the usefulness of his new “friends”, but neither side is blinded by the propaganda: the dangers and opportunities of Nationalism are all too familiar.
As mentioned in my previous post there are several common issues which any native unifyer must account for. The first among these is The Looming Famine: in the aftermath of years of war and mismanagement the supply of food to urban areas is critically unstable. And it is in this issue that the weaknesses of Mobutu’s regime will first be seen. Mobutu’s agricultural reform centers mostly on seizing land owned by the whites and his political enemies, and then redistributing it to himself, his political allies, and occasionally to the people. As everything with the Zairean revolution the purpose is twofold: to meet the needs of the people and to entrench Mobutu's personal political power. But often the second goal far outstrips the first: many of the people who gain this land do not know how to use the land productively, or if they do, are more interested in producing cash crops than they are in food staples. This is certainly the case for the massive amounts of land brought under Mobutu’s personal ownership, which will most often continue to grow the same way as the colonial plantations they were before. This reckless reorganization and focus on exports ensure that hunger will be an early and acute crisis for Zaire. The issue will be solved slowly, as roads are repaired and the rhythm of agricultural life is no longer disrupted by war, but the people need food now and more than anything else it is cassava and rice which the people demand from their leaders.
It is by meeting this need that Japanese influence first becomes a powerful thing. Though motivated in part by genuine charity from well off Asians, the provision of food and aid is also cynically used by the Japanese state to buy the support of the people and the local power brokers away from Mobutu, and towards themselves. This aid, plus the government's own subsidies of food imports, plus the natural healing from war, will lead to the crisis fading away but leaving all sides on notice that the future of Zaire is still being made, and that the Japanese are a major player in it.
The Mutilated Independence: The inability of Mobutu to take Leopoldville during the independence war is a blow to Mobutu’s prestige, not to mention Zaire as a whole. However he is pragmatic enough and has enough friends in Japan to hash out a deal with Nigeria and Gabon: the loss of the major port will not strangle Congolese exports or imports, only make them more expensive. But for both political and economic reasons the retaking of Leopoldville and the Kabinda port remain absolutely vital to the continued reign of Mobutu. To this end Mobutu’s solution to retaking Leopoldville is direct conquest, not because he can think of no other option but because it will give him the greatest personal prestige as a great conqueror. As such along with his policy of “Zairianization” and economic consolidation he will also invest a great deal into the army.
This army will see its strength tested as Mobutu tries to expand his influence beyond the Zaireian borders. Gabon may be protected by America, but unleashing blitz style attacks on Angola and Rwanda is fair game. In Angola he will seek to set up Holden Roberto as a fellow autocratic “Authenticité” leader by supporting his meager army against the warring angolan factions in an attempted knockout blow. In Rwanda he will need to be somewhat more cautious (unless something very bad happens) but ultimately seeks to return Kigeli V to the throne on the backs of his long time exile allies. In this way he will both expand his influence as well as surround Leopoldville with friendly regimes. When the oil crisis hits Mobutu will leap at the opportunity to crush the Germans by launching an all out assault on “Festung Leopoldville”, and if successful will greatly increase his prestige, as well as rehabilitate his image in the eyes of other revolutionary leaders as a “true revolutionary”. If he fails in these wars however he will decline, and need to lean ever more heavily on Japan to prop himself up. This is somewhat awkward for Japan itself: having previously backed leftist movements as their best options they must now choose between their old allies and the new anti-leftist gambles taken by Mobutu. But despite the heartburn Zaire is simply too valuable in the african chaos for Japan to not continue supporting it, and so the rising sun shall backstab their allies in the name of pragmatism to the benefit of Mobutu. And besides, these new factions typically promess a better deal than the socialists did.
Mobutu walks a fine line in African politics: though he has denounced the APL’s brand of pan-africanism he also wishes to be seen as a great revolutionary. Surrounded as he is by pan-african or otherwise revolutionary movements it is only good sense to say you are one of them. And to many Mobutu is just that: a liberating revolutionary who both freed and united great swaths of africa from pernicious white influence. But for the wider Marxist inspired world of African liberation his clear anti-communist is difficult to accept, no matter how well he speaks the language of pan-african pride.
Lingering Regionalism: In this question Mobutu is the most radical, and his policy is what you may know him for OTL. While all revolutionaries desire to establish a united identity, and some of them will do so by autocratic centralization, Mobutu makes the establishment of a “true” Zaireian nation a core part of his rule. As established in the Manifesto of Goma Mobutu promesses a national revolution in which regionalism will be swept away by a new, authentic program of nation building which will decolonize the Congolese mind as well as their hands. In practical terms this means the creation of a totalitarian state which will regulate and make “african” all aspects of life. Western influence will be attacked via the banning of christian names and nationalizing catholic church property. A citizen dress code will be implemented as well as a “traditional” family code which will favor male-dominated polygamy and property laws. Though his own praetorian guard of the leopard division is tribally biased the army as a whole will have a new organization forbidding any unit to be more than 20% uniform in tribal origin. This campaign is carried out with special zeal against the influence of Catholicism. Seeing it as both a challenge to his own power and as a malignant foreign influence Mobutu will make a great show of putting priests on trial and instructing his followers to declare that Mubutu is like Jesus and the MAR like the church. Schools, previously run almost exclusively by religious organizations, will be nationalized and their curriculum no longer permitted to teach Christianity but instead to teach “Mobutuism”. Though he will not have the strength needed to wipe out the church entirely during the 60s or early 70s Mobutu will be able to effectively cow this institution and dare any priest to say “sacrilege”.
This campaign will provide a degree of unity, pride and self confidence to the shattered nation beyond what any other program could do, but it is all provided through the image of Mobutu as the great sun king of the new nation. Mobutu will seek to become the center of a pseudo-religious cult of personality with mass public celebrations of his figure following him wherever he goes and an entourage singing songs in his praise.
A consequence of the personalism in this campaign is than any embarrassing failures will not only reflect poorly on the nation but on Mobutu himself. As such he will often get worked up by seemingly trivial matters: if the football team should be lucky enough to participate in the world cup they will do so under the threat that if they do not perform well enough it will see retribution on them at home.
But as part of building this cult he must never let any other person, even his own children, get a moment in the spotlight. Below him is transient chaos, while above him is none: he alone is the rock on which Zaire can be built. This policy is most clearly seen in his handling of the Warlord Plague. Here Mobutu has a two sided policy: All those military figures which he believes could pose a threat to his rule will at first be executed publicly and brutally. In the opening months of his reign he will institute a mini reign of terror to make an example of many warlords and political enemies. However, once the example has been made he will move on to a policy of co-opting these same men. Often through direct bribery, or through positions of prestige and other perks, local strongmen who will accept his rule are brought into the state machine by promising the opportunity to profit in exchange for loyalty. This opportunity is often revoked without notice or reason and personal rivalry at the top is encouraged: in this way no other individual is able to form a stable powerbase. But at the same time individuals previously kicked out of power may be rehabilitated just as quickly, rising once again to wealth and prestige on the auspices of Mobutu’s favor. In this way no elite is a permanent outsider, and the best move for many will seem to be “wait and see”. This of course makes the internal administration of the nation hell, but it does keep Mobutu in undisputed power without even the glimmer of a rival.
This policy of personal co-option extends even to The Belgian Question. The Europeans remaining property will be nationalized and they will be deported, but it will not come with the punitive brutality of the pan-africanists. Mobutu has no love for the Belgians, and will not tolerate their continued dominance, but he also has no special hatred for them, seeing them mostly as political liabilities and rivals rather than ideology defining enemies: that distinction goes to the Germans. But after this show of nationalistic force the door will be left open to their return: many of the nationalized properties are redistributed to those without the knowledge, skill or desire to maintain their productivity. As such when those same Europeans are offered the chance to buy back their property or even return to the Congo Mobutu will not get in their way: so long as they avoid getting lynched along the way by Mobutu’s notoriously brutal and poorly disciplined soldiers he will let them have their piece too so long as they accept that it is by his grace alone that they keep it.
Part of this leniency is out of a calculated mercy to Europeans: Mobutu is smart enough to know that making himself solely reliant on Japan is a poor strategy, and will seek to make connections with America, Italy and Brazil. Having mercy on the Belgians and keeping the door open to cooperation with the Euros is an easy way to mollify western opinion and thus maintain his own independence on the world stage. Of course even this policy has limits: Germany and those under her will see the door slammed shut.
Which brings us neatly into the great struggle which defines the early Mobutu regime: addressing the Economic Devastation. In keeping with his Authenticité program Mobutu wishes to nationalize all previously foreign owned industry, which is the vast majority of all industry, under the one-party state. These national corporations, modeled off of the Japanese Zaibatsu and Italian corporatism, will be either controlled directly by Mobutu, by his close political allies, or (to his own displeasure) by East Asians, most often the Japanese. Mobutu’s Japanese backers are willing to prop up his regime, to allow whatever social and political organization he wishes, but they have come to the Congo for a reason. That reason is money and resources, and with Authenticité pushing for the cartelization of all money in the Congo the Japanese demand to be let in. Mobutu cannot simply dismiss them: it is Japanese credit and weapons which ensure he stays secure and on top. But he is also unwilling to simply roll over for them: he is a nationalist and a deeply ambitious man, and will not be satisfied with anything less than personal ownership of the Zaire economy. As such the 60s and early 70s will be a contest between true Mobutu loyalists and pro-Japanese opportunists for who will gain a majority share of the new nation's economic resources. Japan offers cash, guns, food, technical advisors and diplomatic support (all of which Zaire really needs) in return for shares in the national corporations and local extractions. They will also play dirty by employing bribes, intimidation tactics, organized crime and even clandestine support of anti-mobutu civil resistance to put pressure on the regime to open up more space for the Japanese. To counter this Mobutu has all the tools of the state at his disposal, as well as the mobilization of his own hard core group of supporters for intimidation or political pressure on local leaders.
“Kazi ndjo baba, ndjo mama” (work, it is my father, it is my mother), is a common phrase in Katanga which alludes to the paternalist role played by large companies such as the Union Minière, which would provide housing, education, and sometimes even wives to their workers in exchange for productive loyalty. Even after the full German takeover “company work” maintained a facade of this relationship. Japan is well positioned to take up the old Union Minière paternalism tactics, offering workers higher and more regular pay than what native organizations sometimes can, while also reinforcing a culture of dependency which Mobutu is trying to break (or bend to his own ends).
It is this contest for the hard cash and rare metals provided by the Congo which will determine the final form the Authenticité regime takes. If Mobutu is victorious and secures the lion's share of the economy for himself and a large enough share for his allies the Zairean Revolution will be complete with major bonuses to stability and political power, and even more importantly to Mobutu’s personal fortune. Though never giving public access to his personal books Mobutu will be plausibly rumored to be worth billions, with he and his family being some of the foremost african business people in the world and minor celebrities in the co-prosperity sphere. However the economy will suffer greatly from this as all economic efficiency and business skill has been sacrificed in the name of Mobutu’s personal power: though he is the undisputed master of Zaire it will be a deeply dysfunctional country economically, and if commodity prices were to fall he may need to go crawling back to the outside world to bail him out. On the other hand if Japan wins Zaire will become a neo-colonial strip, with its most lucrative industries owned in part or in full by the Japanese and the state unable to do anything about it without critically undermining its own elite support. This will make Mobutu into only a multi-millionaire rather than a billionaire, as well as undermine his public image of all powerful invincibility. With the Japanese ambassador keeping a hawkish eye on him and his party Mobutu will be left to stew in his unhappy lot knowing that if he ceases to play the part assigned to him the Japanese can always find someone else. This will also be the end of the Authentice campaign as even uneducated workers can see that their bread comes not from “Father Marshal” but from their places of work, owned by foreigners once again. But it is arguably better economically, as the extractive industries are at least run competently and its workers will be paid in full and on time more often. In all cases Zaire will be a sphere observer, but in this case it will be a part of the Japanese economic sphere as well. The later 70s and 80s will be difficult times for either end as prices crash and the cumulative effects of bad government and foreign domination come to the fore. But that is a story for another day.
Japan or Mobutu, success or failure, unity or farce, one thing remains constant: the Zairean military officers are the new nobility of the new nation. Corruption is an endemic and potentially crippling issue in Zaire, and this is seen most clearly in the military, where officers will steal wages and army units will act close to bandits in the more remote regions, creating an atmosphere of fear. But the best position is that of an Air Force officer, with prominent families often paying through the nose for their sons to be educated in Japanese military academies to earn their wings.
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2023.05.29 13:38 Jido_Feles Decent Sunday after a slow Friday and Saturday.

Decent Sunday after a slow Friday and Saturday.
Picked up a few good late nite/early morning surges here in LA. At least it was a bit of redemption after a shitty Friday and Saturday.
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2023.05.29 13:32 abbywitxoxo only happy when I’m starving myself with a flat stomach

so for some background knowledge I’ve been bulimic since literally 2020 the start of covid, started off with me eating a lot because of boredom then freaking out and trying to get it out of me by puking and/or laxatives. I realize the only reason I purge is because I binge and if I could stop the binges I could stop the purges but the reason why I can’t stop bingeing is because I’m addicted to the way I look when I starve myself and when my stomach is empty and flat, it’s the only time I feel somewhat good about my body. I hate this stupid eating disorder and I wanna eat like a normal human being but I can’t because I look so disgusting when I eat even the tiniest amount of food and I get bloated and feel shitty about myself and just wanna sleep for the rest of the day because I can’t stand anyone to see me like that. I know the only way to stop bingeing is to stop starving myself but how can I do that when food quite literally ruins my day and I love the look and feeling of being empty? I know that bloating isn’t actually fat but it makes me look pregnant and makes my waist wider and it distorts my body image :(
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2023.05.29 13:30 Janee333 If you are reading this - Your dreams are manifesting NOW!

Everyone reading this is living their absolute best life, right now in this moment. You may not be fully seeing or experiencing this and so it may sound not real, but this is the truth. Manifesting is about merging with this truth right now, it's not about improving anything.
When I read the lists of what people are trying to manifest on here, I want to tell each and every one that what they want they have already got. They are already everything they want to be. I know this is hard for the mind to understand - it took me a long time to get this new way of seeing things.
Manifesting to me is about claiming the best of life right here and right now. Where else would I claim it? Only this moment truly exists.
It takes work to get into the present moment. I meditate and use the Confidence Evoke every morning, to merge into this reality in the moment. These practices keep it all in the Now - and have opened the way to some amazing and immediate manifestations on the subject of money, relationships and body image (being more beautiful) and more. Rather than making things up with my mind or trying to be someone or somewhere else, I listen within and become who I really am in each moment until I merge with my dream life right now.
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2023.05.29 13:29 owlish-bean NA Morning Aram (EST)

Good morning, looking for some chill people to play aram with, probably without vc atm as I'm a bit introverted and quiet.
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2023.05.29 13:29 naenaex korean breakfast restaurant

hi! i was wondering if there are any restaurants in Korea that serve traditional Korean breakfast? like what parents may prepare for their children at home?
I’m not sure if a “korean breakfast restaurant” is really a thing but anywhere that sells porridge, steamed egg, gaeran tostu, rice porridge, fish etcetc altogether (if possible) would be good (:
or if you have a recommendation of a restaurant to eat at in the morning please let me know too x
thank youuu
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2023.05.29 13:28 naenaex korean breakfast restaurant

hi! i was wondering if there are any restaurants in Korea that serve traditional Korean breakfast? like what parents may prepare for their children at home?
I’m not sure if a “korean breakfast restaurant” is really a thing but anywhere that sells porridge, steamed egg, gaeran tostu, rice porridge, fish etcetc altogether (if possible) would be good (:
or if you have a recommendation of a restaurant to eat at in the morning please let me know too x
thank youuu
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2023.05.29 13:28 aar550 Need some advice for BTF Rolex Daytona 116500

Need some advice for BTF Rolex Daytona 116500
  1. Dealer name: Trusty
  2. Factory name: BTF
  3. Model name (& version number): Daytona 116500 with diamonds with 4130 clone caliber
  4. Price paid: $798.00
  5. Album Links:
  6. Index alignment: looks a little off. 3 and 9 is off in alignment. Can I do better?
  7. Dial Printing: looks good
  8. Date Wheel alignment/printing: Looks good to me
  9. Hand Alignment: looks good
  10. Bezel: nothing looks bad
  11. Solid End Links (SELs): small gaps
  12. Timegrapher numbers: looks good
This is my most expensive rep, but the diamond markers on 3 9 and 6 are a little off. Is this demanding too much or passable?
Also TD did not provide video of the watch working and chrono functions. Isn't this supposed to be standard practice. I also did not receive any image of the 4130 movement inside. This clone movement has a very big upcharge. I don't why TD did not provide these in the first place.
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2023.05.29 13:28 BlurpBlurpE …what?

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2023.05.29 13:28 naenaex korean breakfast restaurant

hi! i was wondering if there are any restaurants in Korea that serve traditional Korean breakfast? like what parents may prepare for their children at home?
I’m not sure if a “korean breakfast restaurant” is really a thing but anywhere that sells porridge, steamed egg, gaeran tostu, rice porridge, fish etcetc altogether (if possible) would be good (:
or if you have a recommendation of a restaurant to eat at in the morning please let me know too x
thank youuu
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2023.05.29 13:25 Designer_Ad7425 I just found the most snappy way to use hand-written notes and drawings from your iOS/Android tablet live!

So I study for pre-med and need to take a ton of notes. Most of what I take note of is text based but there are several times I need to draw something inside my notes. People who have a separate laptop/PC and tablet (not a touch screen PC is my point) have a few options in these situations.
  1. take all your notes inside your tablet, downside is it will be freakin SLOW, and the argument that you can connect a keyboard to your tablet stands but would you really want to work inside a mobile OS? It's not comfortable enough for me.
  2. Use mouse to draw inside your laptop, again, slow.
  3. screen mirroring: I tried every bloody thing out there to mirror my laptop to my ipad and had the most success with an open source program called Weylus. But it was, you guessed it, a bit slow. The lag was too frustrating for me.
  4. use a surface or touchscreen laptop! Slow! (let's leave it at that so you don't realize I'm too poor to buy a surface or touchscreen :D)
So if this problem looks familiar to you, let me introduce to you the magic of Vector images and SVGs!
SVGs are a format for vector images, you can read up on the details of their format but why am I talking about SVGs all of a sudden? 2 reasons:
  1. having gorgeous quality while taking stupidly too little storage (it's related to the fact that these kind of images do not use a group of pixels to represent a shape). Size is important for me coz I backup all my notes using git. I want the drawings included with my plain text notes in one place.
  2. You can copy these images as a text basically. so what? remember KDE Connect has a 'sync clipboard' function?
You can open whatever app that is natively running on your tablet that supports drawing in SVG format (Obsidian's Excalidraw plugin is great+ its opensource) then simply copy it inside your tablet and paste it inside whatever note taking app you use on your PC (I use Obsidian there as well) using the sync clipboard function in KDE connect (which works on iPads too).
You can also have a keyboard shortcut for 'pull clipboard' so that when you copy your drawings, you don't even have to have kde connect open side by side on your tablet to click 'push clipboard'.
The main challenge here was that I wanted to type text in a desktop environment while being able to draw in my tablet and paste whatever drawing or equation I had instantly without going through the hell of screen mirroring and shit like that which made my workflow significantly slower in one way or another.
It's working mind-blowingly good for me right now, thought it was too good not to share it coz I know there are some of you out there looking for a solution to this problem :)
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2023.05.29 13:25 Nervous-Bite-1020 I don't know what I did wrong

Ex (22M) and I (22F) were best friends for a long time before we dated. We had a good relationship for two years but had to end it because things weren't working out towards the end. We broke up a little over a month ago. He wanted to try again later after a few months when things are a bit more stable. But ended up finding someone new and is dating her, though they haven't made it official yet. She's really nice, and sweet, innocent, caring and puts in a lot of effort and does little things to make him happy. He still wanted to be best friends with me and said it would be petty to end the friendship.
I had a hard time hearing about his new relationship but eventually accepted it and told him I'm happy for him, and she really does seem great for him.
I told him I made a new friend online, and he got the impression that I was seeing someone new, although I told him I'm nowhere near ready to date anyone right now. He said the new guy seems really compatible with me, and that I sound happy. He's known me for 4+ years and if i like someone he can know it in my voice. And he messaged me in the morning saying goodbye I'm ending our friendship, don't ask me more.
I don't know how to feel after this.
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2023.05.29 13:23 Jade_Harper007 Good Morning Everyone....

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2023.05.29 13:20 paracosim How did your insurance billing work? (USA)

So my surgery is June 8th, and I’m beginning to get a little freaked out.
I paid my surgery off in full through my surgeon’s office, half of it while scheduling the date back in April, and the other half this past Friday. The anesthesiologist will bill me separately which is what I was expecting, but I’ve been sent an entirely new and different bill from…not my surgeon’s office.
(And of course they sent it Saturday night and neither this new place or my surgeon are open until Tuesday morning, so I can’t even call and ask for clarification.)
I’ve been billed a brand new $1,888 — a different cost entirely from my original payment — and it’s for a breast cancer specific mastectomy followed by a full breast reconstruction. I thought I was paying to have the things removed, not replaced with brand spanking new ones. And I’ve joked in the past about my chest having tumors on it but this is a bit much. I don’t have breast cancer.
I’m honestly freaking out because the bill states I have to at least set up a payment plan and pay a large portion upfront or the surgery will either be rescheduled or cancelled entirely. I can’t afford to pay this new bill and I’m really confused. I feel like I’ve been scammed somehow. The surgeon is well-known (Dr. Okada in Columbus, Ohio) and I know she’s legit.
Is it common for both the surgeon and the place where the surgery is happening to bill you for the same or, in this case, separate procedures? I think I’ve screwed up and brought this on myself by letting myself get excited about the surgery. Maybe I misunderstood what I was originally paying for and it was just the initial facility fee? But it was billed through my insurance and I don’t think initial fees pre-insurance cost seven grand.
Has anyone else had this happen? I’m in Ohio so I’m unsure if this is common or state-specific.
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2023.05.29 13:20 Manfred1816 If you have a wild, rambunctious pup, there is hope. Huge milestone

I got Toast the day she turned 8 weeks old. Loved her the day I took her home. She loved to cuddle, took to our other dog, and she did fine with our cats.
She’s never done anything where I’d call her a bad dog, but hole-e-shit her attitude was growing right with her body. She was very needy, started to cry and whine a little bit, and was just being a very sassy pup.
I have a very large yard and try to do as much mentally stimulating things with her to make sure her brain is getting used + I like to get her out of the house of walks to show her new places.
Within the last week, she’s a totally different dog. She hasn’t been crying at anything or just acting moody for no reason. She’s been realizing vibes, and if it’s chill time, she’ll gladly lay and get some head scratches, and she’s even gotten so independent, she’s been choosing to nap on her dog mat or on her little bed inside the kennel.
She’s about 4 months old and lost her last baby tooth. Her adult ones are not fully grown in, but I’m convinced that last baby tooth was gone and she was like well time to be mature.
Next milestone is being able to trust her enough to free roam the house while I’m at work.
Here’s some puppy tax pictures. I took her skiing for the first time. She did so good! It’s the biggest hike she’s done yet. We skinned up a really tame mountain to test her out there. She liked to run ahead, but without needing to call her, she never went so far I felt uncomfortable. I did call her a few times to make sure she would come at command, and she did awesome (girl knows I got her favorite dried liver treats when she comes back to me and she’s off leash). I skied down the main face a little fast and waited for her at a section it flatted out. She put her little nose to work, and she had me found and was right back to me. I could tell she had a blast out there!
I have no idea if it’s my Reddit app or Imgur, but it’s not adding pictures to this. Will post as separate image post.
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