Featuring: Please Welcome Kindheart101

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Please welcome Kindheart101 to our house.

She is an excellent poet and I love poetry.

She introduces herself to us with this comment:

I am disabled, and spend late nights chatting with friends on HP, and by email about Trayvon. Depending on what is being discussed, I am asked frequently to post a poem. This is just one, of many, I have written over the last 9 months.

I think my personal favorite was about his birth:

What is this here, what can this be?
I do not know, I can not see.
I move around, and wonder why.
although I try, I can not cry.

It’s dark, yet I can hear the sound,
of muffled voices, all around.
A voice says push, and then I see,
a bright, white light, in front of me.

It’s cold, I cry, I gasp for air,
I hear a voice, proudly declare.
We have a son, we’ll call him Tray!
and thank the Lord, for him each day.

Trayvon Benjamin Martin was born February 5, 1995

Trayvon was murdered by George Zimmerman February 26, 2012 while walking home from the store.

Thank you, Kindheart.

I hope you choose to grace us with your presence and more of your poetry for a very long time.

Welcome to the blog.

Fred

87 Responses to Featuring: Please Welcome Kindheart101

  1. nancybenefiel says:

    I don’t care if Trayvon Martin was drunk as a lord, staggering down the street with a blunt in one hand and a bottle of JimBeam in the other singing “why don’t we do it in the road” at the top of his lungs, GZ still had no right to lay one finger on him

  2. doremus35 says:

    ‘There once was a young lady from Thebes,
    Whose visage was stolen by thieves.
    I want it back, the fair damsel did quack,
    And found it returned in a sack.’

    Rough transliteration from fragments of a cuneiform tablet purported to be a love sonnet by Rachel the second wife of Kafre known for her impeccable taste and collections of Tiffany lamps, slaves, and French presses.

    • Kindheart101 says:

      Very Interesting as “Visage” normally is attributed to ones facial features or appearance.

      I don’t know that I would desire mine to be “Returned in a Sack?” LOL

      • doremus35 says:

        Ah, therein be the rub my lovely,

        Is it not an uncommon sight in good old L.A.,

        To see fair damsels of various hues and physiognomies applying their faces while avoiding multiple vehicular unexpected meetings, talking while on their cell phones, and looking in the mirror to make sure they did not put their nose on the wrong side of their heads?*

        And thus, I ask the sage and scrupulously fair** members of the jury if it could not be concluded without reasonable doubt that she lifted her face from the interior of her bag, a hand bad in this case (see defenses exhibit labeled #35).

        And if such be agreed on by you, then it is surely a short leap from a bag to a sack, for I would ask, if not a bag and a sack are not birds of the same dictional feather? (what mix do you employ for your metaphors?)

        And therefore, in my concluding remarks to the jury, I must ask, how you would like you visage served up, if you found it missing one fine day, as did the lady in our little love sonnet?

        *Same with guys sorta (sic-but not the flu), but the fractured sonnet was about a fair lady.

        **Actually, the word fair has only one valid, universally agreed upon meaning, which is, if you will allow me: Fair, noun, 1. A place where members of the porcine herd are judged and awarded blue ribbons. 2. Noun. See prior def.

    • Nancy Benefiel says:

      I think you misread a couple of the wedges and mistook what was taken by the thieves. There was no getting it back not even back in Sumeria. Rachel the 2nd wife of Kafre was probably jealous of Ishtar the third much YOUNGER wife to be of Kafre, rumours have come down over the millenia that Rachel actually arranged the capture of Ishtar., who was after all just a Greek foreigner. She was one stuborn lady.. I’m not sure what she did with the lamps and French presses befoe electricity and coffee beans but I could sure use a few of the slaves. This house has turned into a pigsty

      • doremus35 says:

        Wow! By the powers that be (read that as Herr Professor Doctor Leatherman B.A, J.D., and G.B. (good buddy)), I can now say with absolute certainty, and impunity-this is a law site, that there is a fellow elliptical writing on ‘Fred the Fearless’ ruminations to the heavens. Why elliptical? Well, I have been labeled as eccentric by, yes, Fred, and decided that eccentric also suggests out of round and therefore an ellipse seems appropriate as a sobriquet.

        So, from one elliptical to another, hello and feel free to be as elliptical as reason dictates. (don’t tell Kepler-he’s still working out the details).

        Hope to see you soon spinning your way through the day. Research project for you, since you appear to read books, fancy that: What is the significance of the following line of poetry: “Soothes my heart with monotonous languor.” And, for bonus points what about this one: “The long sobs of autumn’s violins.” You will be graded on timeliness and neatness is appreciated.

        Let the games begin.

        Regards, Doremus Jessup, editor of ‘The Vermont Vigilance’

        • nancybenefiel says:

          How can you do this to me?? I just woke up from a dream that I was taking my SATs and fell asleep. When I woke up (in the dream) the questions were all in Coptic and the exam book was a papyrus codex. I never could keep my periods straight
          OK radio France shortly before DDay relayed a poem by Paul Verlaine the first stanza of which contained your lovely quotes. The idea was to alert the French resistance that DDay was upon them. Radio France was broadcast in French from London and was full of coded nonsense which the German’s would go to great pains to decode only to find “Paul’s moustache is too long” or some such thing. So the Germans outlawed it. as anyone who remembers the popularity of Radio Caroline back in the 60’s, that is the surest way to encourage people to listen

  3. fauxmccoy says:

    kindheart – it is wonderful to see you here. i think you will enjoy this far more than fighting with trolls at the HP.

    your friend,
    faux

    • Kindheart101 says:

      @faux

      It is wonderful to see you. Although I am not online nearly as much as I used to be, I am still always drawn back to the threads on HP, just to let them know I will always stand firm for Justice for Trayvon. I just sent a response to LJP (Daddy Zimmerman) about a reply he sent to me.

      I replied: “Oh Daddy Zimmerman……….I know you are only trying to protect your chemically dependant son. Please, is it not beneath you to speak such foolishness?

      I don’t reply to you often, because I have trouble trying to reason with a closed mind.

      Maybe you should check your web site again as someone may have had enough pity to have sent you a dime or two.”

      I feel like a child in a candy store when I post on this Blog. To see so many of my friends I have grown to know over the last 9 months, make new friends, and be able to post…..conflict free…….is a true pleasure. 🙂

  4. Aunt Bea says:

    What lovely thoughts during the birth of any child.
    I prefer poetry set to music.
    Ironic that Trayvon arrived and departed during February.
    Black History Month.

    • Kindheart101 says:

      @Aunt Bea

      This ones for you!

      As Martin Luther King did say,
      “I have a Dream” I see this way.
      We need to care, we need to Love,
      all Hate we need to rise above!

      A gentle man, his heart was kind,
      Oh Zimmerman, why are you blind?
      You listened not, and now your fate,
      has turned in to a great debate.

      You took a life that fateful night,
      and now profess that you were right.
      Your past, your lies and pure deceit,
      will surely lead to your defeat!

      • @Kindheart:
        You have done it again Kindheart! What a beautiful poem about MLK and TM. I have to put on a frame and write your name to this beautiful, heartwarming poem. You have such a talent for writing poetry! How long have you been writing poetry? It is so wonderful to have you here to join our family. Everyone here is caring and so friendly. I feel so at home here myself. I will be here as long as this blog goes on. Have a great Sunday Kindheart! Much love!

      • Kindheart101 says:

        Deborah,

        When I was 10, my appendix burst, peritonitis set in, and I almost died. I was paralyzed, had several surgeries, and months of therapy. I remember my teachers coming to the house daily to bring my school work, yuck……….lol………and having a lot of free time on my hands.

        I started writing daily, with the encouragement of my Mother, who never left my side. As the years passed, I was asked by family and friends to write for them. I have been blessed to write for weddings, births, birthdays, eulogies, and just about any topic you can think of.

        To me? Words are words. But, words with meaning touch the soul. I have always believed even the most callous person can be touched through words of inspiration. I also believe the most callous were NOT born that way, but developed as such, due to their upbringing, or lack of.

        Much Love to you also.

    • Nancy Benefiel says:

      I was 11 when my father took me to downtown Detroit to hear Dr King speak. He gave a preview of his beautiful I have a dream speech. I was about the only white child there and I thank God that my father had the integrity and the courage to take me to something I have remembered all my life

  5. ladystclaire says:

    @Kindheart101, I too would like to welcome you to this site as well. my screen name was Evita over at the HuffingtonTreehouse and, you were so kind as to give me some words of encouragement, when I was feeling down about the upcoming 7th year of my sister’s passing.

    I hope all is well with you and yours and, may you have a Happy and Blessed New Year. here’s to keeping the faith in our mission of getting justice for our Trayvon Benjamin Martin. may we also lift his family and friends up in prayer with the knowledge that GOD is in control now and always.

    To be absent from the body is to be present with THE LORD and, Trayvon is definitely in the arms of our LORD and SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST.

    • Kindheart101 says:

      Beautiful @ladystclaire!

      So touching, so true.

      I am so blessed to be able to talk to you again my friend. I wish every person had such warmth in their heart.

  6. Nefertari05 says:

    Hi Kindheart101! Good to *see* you. Hope you’ve been well. You’ve been missed!

  7. colin black says:

    No Kelly we all feel the same way
    Your not alone.

  8. seallison says:

    KindHeart101 – Welcome and Thank You for sharing with us. I clicked the like button, but it is not enough. I would have clicked a Loved button, if there was one.

    I am truly looking forward to your contributions

  9. Kelly Payne says:

    I must confess ,I’ve grown a little obsessed about this case.I guess because Trayvon reminds me a lot of myself when it was his age. trayvon didn’t like to fight but he would defend him self if he had to. i was the same way, i usually got my but handed to me. i hope Trayvon faired a little better than me,in a fair fight. back to the point of this post. Is it normal for me to be so obsessed about the murder of a kid i never met?

    • Kindheart101 says:

      Kelly, I honestly think many people are obsessed, for one of many reasons.

      I have a son that was attacked while walking to a friends house. He was 21, had a gun held to head, and was robbed. I am obsessed.

      People have children, think of themselves growing up, relate to the fear Trayvon felt, had an experience with crime……etc.

      We relate for our own reasons Kelly. There is NO normal or abnormal my friend. Feelings are Normal.

      • To all of you……I have never been so involved or obsessed with something (other than my stamps maybe)……..You can not imagine how much I loath fogen and to a lesser degree his supporters.

        I can’t say the things I would like to do to him….and take the punishment for it…..I will say that it wouldn’t involve guns.

        Life has not been very nice to me….or should I say mankind……And at times I have done some very not nice things myself….that I still live with.

        I digress…..lets just say I see in fogen everything I detest in mankind in general.

        Someone mentioned hunting…..if you look at my avatar….Deer right outside the cabin door…..One we take special care of as her and her fawn are the lowest of the pecking order in the herd…I digress again….anyway….one day while whiskey drunk I decide I’m gonna fill my Deer tag…BARE HANDED…..twice I had hold of that Bucks antlers….all the time my mate standing in the doorway yelling “Pat I don’t want to take you to the ER after being gored by a Deer”

        A Rednecks famous last words?….”Hey Ya’ll…watch this shit”

        And to think this wellreadneck is a world respected philatelist….
        I belong to more stamp organizations that gun orgs.

        Am I a racist?…..Approach me with “I’m Black” or “I’m Asian” “I’m a christian” or anything of the sort…..then I’ll be a cracker / peckerwood / honky / atheist etc.

        Approach me as a human being? then I’ll be the same with you.

        My stamp friends around the would…..one an Egyptian dentist, another a British Jew that is a maintenance man on a Kibbutz in Israel….to a retired Major in the Paki. Army to a young Indian software designer.

        Our friendships are based on what we share in common….not our differences.

        Another thing I believe? If one hammers their swords into ploughshares? They will find themselves ploughing someone elses field at the point of their sword.

        To quote Orwell

        “People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”

        fogen IS NOT one of these men.

        With that said….let it be known I despise fogen, his family, supporters and all they represent.

        Ya’ll have a good night & a better tomorrow.

        Patrick

      • Judy75201 says:

        @Patrick, nice post.

      • Nancy Benefiel says:

        My son was hit by an elderly woman driving home from her church.She has 1000 yards f clear visibiity He was walking by the side of the school having just finished part 1 of his ACTs. One of the reason’s this case obsesses me is that in my son’s case the police totally ignored much of the evidence. The old woman had a friend driving in front of her who claimed my son “just stepped out in front of the car” She claims she saw this through her rear view or side view mirror, she can’t remember. She described my son as “dressed all in black with his pants down arund his knees smoking who knows what” My son was wearing light khaki cargo pants and a brown linen shirt over an off white Tshirt. There was no sign of a cigarette anywhere at the scene. several people who saw my sons just a few seconds before the accident came into the police office when they heard, and said that my son was walking well away from the fog line (no sidewalks of course) The police recorded their names but not their testimony.To make things really good the old lady had done the same thing 6 months earlier (just drifted out of her lane), only that time she hit a truck. There are laws in this state that elderly people who are in accidents are supposed to take certain tests. The cops waived them for her (she used to teach their sunday school) So I really was not surprised that the SPD was going around the night of the shooting trying to convince all the witnesses that they saw what the SPD wanted them to see

        • Kindheart101 says:

          Oh Nancy, I am so sorry.

          One thing I learned while working in Hospice was never to say: “I know how you feel.” But I am going to break that golden rule. When it comes to our children being hurt, there is in ache, deep in the gut, that only a parent knows. The two men that mugged my son 13 years ago should be very thankful the police found them, and not me! Even though they are still in prison, that feeling returns whenever I think about that night.

    • Rachael says:

      What is normal? We all, those of us who are anyway, are “obsessed” with this case for whatever reasons we are, and I don’t know who decides what is normal or not.

      For me, and I know it sounds so cliche and trite, but Trayvon could have been my son. My son was 17 just 3 short years ago. I worried all the time that what happened to Trayvon could have happened to my son.

      However, it didn’t and my son now has a good job, a wife and 2 beautiful little girls.

      Trayvon will never know these things and it breaks my heart.

      • nancybenefiel says:

        I think we all have one big thing in common. It’s beyond race. There is something terribly wrong about an adult shooting and killing an unarmed child. I don’t care if Trayvon got a few licks in there (although the forensic info says he didn’t), He was a normal happy kid walking home fromthe store flirting with his girlfriend on the phone. All was right in his world at that moment, when a sick, overly suspicious man felt he had a right to leave his car, chase this boy down and shoot him. I think we all agree that is WRONG. GZ doesn’t even pretend that he saw TM doing something suspicious. “Looking around” is pretty normal” GZ was ticked off before he ever made the NEN call. Probably a fight with Shellie. He sees Trayvon walking by, almost dancing (as his mom put it) and it simply ticked him off. GZ was behind on his rent (although his dad gave him the money for it), he was flunking out of school and his car was about to be reposessed. What right did this kid have to walk around in HIS neighbourhood looking happy?

  10. colin black says:

    Loved your poems kind heart your avitar name says it all.

  11. colin black says:

    Thank you for shareing Id like to share a favourate of mine If I may by a Scotish Poet .

    No one you will have heard of just an old lady whom died in Hospital in DundeeAs the nurse went through her belongings they noticed an envelope addressed to …The Nurses whom cared for me…..

    Curious they opened it up an read this……

    What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
    A crabby old woman, not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

    Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
    When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try!”
    Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
    And forever is losing a stocking or shoe…..

    Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
    With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill….
    Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
    Then open your eyes, nurse; you’re not looking at me.

    I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
    As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
    I’m a small child of ten …with a father and mother,
    Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

    A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
    Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet.
    A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap,
    Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

    At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
    Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
    A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
    Bound to each other with ties that should last.

    At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
    But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn.
    At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
    Again we know children, my loved one and me.

    Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
    I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
    For my young are all rearing young of their own,
    And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.

    I’m now an old woman…and nature is cruel;
    ‘Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
    The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
    There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

    But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
    And now and again my battered heart swells.
    I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
    And I’m loving and living life over again.

    I think of the years….all too few, gone too fast,
    And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
    So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
    Not a crabby old woman; look closer…see Me.

    • Kindheart101 says:

      Colin…….that is the most beautiful, heart felt, emotional poem I have ever read in my long life.

      We all need to learn from this, respect our elders, and understand that as people age, they are still inside…..alive……caring……….loving……and most of all, still feel!

      Thank you for sharing that!

    • Nancy Benefiel says:

      I love that. It reminds me of an old saying, Inside”every old woman who looks in the mirror is a small voice screaming, ‘What the F@#K happened!!”

  12. Valerie says:

    Hello and welcome Kindheart…beautiful poem. I also know you from HP !!

  13. Kelly Payne says:

    I’m not a big fan of poems but that was nice.

    • Kindheart101 says:

      Trayvons birthday is in a few weeks. Thank you Kelly, that means a lot. Let’s just all try to remember Trayvon, his parents, family and friends on February 5th. I’m sure that will be a very hard day for them.

  14. Welcome Kindheart….

    I enjoy poetry myself…and write a bit of it.

    My favorite poet? Robert Service.

    • Kindheart101 says:

      WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!! My Freshman year of High School, we were all given a poem to evaluate, and explain. I was assigned the Poem, “A Grain Of Sand”, by Robert Service!

      I looked it up. Here ya go. 🙂

      A Grain Of Sand

      If starry space no limit knows
      And sun succeeds to sun,
      There is no reason to suppose
      Our earth the only one.
      ‘Mid countless constellations cast
      A million worlds may be,
      With each a God to bless or blast
      And steer to destiny.

      Just think! A million gods or so
      To guide each vital stream,
      With over all to boss the show
      A Deity supreme.
      Such magnitudes oppress my mind;
      From cosmic space it swings;
      So ultimately glad to find
      Relief in little things.

      For look! Within my hollow hand,
      While round the earth careens,
      I hold a single grain of sand
      And wonder what it means.
      Ah! If I had the eyes to see,
      And brain to understand,
      I think Life’s mystery might be
      Solved in this grain of sand.

      Robert William Service

      • GREAT 🙂

        Have you ever read “The Junior God”

        The Junior God looked from his place
        In the conning towers of heaven,
        And he saw the world through the span of space
        Like a giant golf-ball driven.
        And because he was bored, as some gods are,
        With high celestial mirth,
        He clutched the reins of a shooting star,
        And he steered it down to earth.

        The Junior God, ‘mid leaf and bud,
        Passed on with a weary air,
        Till lo! he came to a pool of mud,
        And some hogs were rolling there.
        Then in he plunged with gleeful cries,
        And down he lay supine;
        For they had no mud in paradise,
        And they likewise had no swine.

        The Junior God forgot himself;
        He squelched mud through his toes;
        With the careless joy of a wanton boy
        His reckless laughter rose.
        Till, tired at last, in a brook close by,
        He washed off every stain;
        Then softly up to the radiant sky
        He rose, a god again.

        The Junior God now heads the roll
        In the list of heaven’s peers;
        He sits in the House of High Control,
        And he regulates the spheres.
        Yet does he wonder, do you suppose,
        If, even in gods divine,
        The best and wisest may not be those
        Who have wallowed awhile with the swine?

        Robert W. Service

        • Kindheart101 says:

          I’m familiar with many of his poems, but had not read that one. Thank you Mountainmanpat. I found that deep, and inspiring.

      • Nancy Benefiel says:

        I write poetry too. This is one I wrote one cheery night when I was watching too much new

        Unbecoming

        The centre is not holding
        unspinning, unravelling
        Mad Hatter’s Tea Party rips apart the tablecloth
        while Alice, shrinking, drowns in her own tears
        curriouser and curiouser

        We are not starving
        not somali mothers trudging miles bearing starving babies
        with no room even for burial
        Not my problem
        yet

        Europe is afire
        But not with hope
        We are scared, scarred
        IS Paris burning?
        Listen Please!
        The end of the world is not a good thing

        Any beast rough or smooth
        slouching towards Bethlehem
        will be shot on sight
        Nothing is being born
        Not here, not now

        • Kindheart101 says:

          That is AWESOME Nancy!

          You were able to transition from one intolerable, unimaginable, circumstance and area to another, with such feeling.

          I have always thought of poetry like “The Blessing Behind the Words”. Every writing and style are different, and will be welcomed by the reader on a different level of feeling and interpretation.

          I love it! Thank you so much for sharing.

  15. Xena says:

    Prof. thank you for featuring Kindheart’s poetry. It’s powerful.

  16. Mary Davis says:

    @ Kindheart. I forgot to welcome you to the blog. Again, thank you so much for sharing your gift.

  17. MichelleO says:

    Well, maybe Kindheart01 will finally say something to me! I have been emailing her and inviting her to my blog,(which I have been absent from of late) but she never responds. We used to both post on Huffpost, so I am quite familiar with her. Welcome aboard, Kindheart01!

    • Kindheart101 says:

      Michelle? I would NEVER not respond to you. We have been through thick and thin on HP……..Hell…….I even lost my account for posting a picture of Zimmerman that I doctored to look like a devil! LOL Remember that? Are you sure you have my correct email address and not trying to contact me on twitter? (I am a Twitter idiot…..I leave tweeting for the birds!) Give me the link to your blog and I will be there my friend.

      I’m not online that much anymore, but I would always love to talk to you.

    • theanotherandy says:

      Hi, Michelle. I’ve missed you on HP too. Good to see you still on Team Trayvon.

  18. Rachael says:

    Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

    Tears.

  19. Mary Davis says:

    @ kindheart. Your poem is so touching, it made me cry. Your gift is definitely from God. Thank you for sharing it with us. I wish you could send it to Treyvon’s Mother.

    • You all have thoughtful comments says:

      You are so right, dear Mary………Kindheart has truly been blessed with the gift of empathic poetry. She reaches out to people’s hearts.

    • Kindheart101 says:

      I do not doubt for a minute that Sybrina and Tracy know how many people mourn the loss of Trayvon. February 5 will be a very hard day for them. I posted this in hopes that we will all mark our calendars, and pray for Trayvon, and his family.

  20. You all have thoughtful comments says:

    Kindheart……I am so glad you have shared this touching poem with us just in time for Trayvon’s birthday

  21. Kindheart101 says:

    Such kindness is truly overwhelming.

    Thank you.

  22. @ Hi Kindheart:

    I know you as well from HP! My screen-name over their is Beverly149 and I usually post over there just to be annoying to the Z family! LOL! I am so glad to see you posting here! Your poetry is so beautiful. It brings me to tears. You are amongst friends here! WELCOME my friend!

  23. Judy75201 says:

    Kindheart, I know you well from HP. So glad you are here!!

    • Kindheart101 says:

      awwwwwwwwwwww…….I’m in tears. Good to see you Judy. 🙂

      • looneydoone says:

        Kindheart,
        So happy you’ve joined us here ! You’re a sweetheart

      • looneydoone says:

        Kindheart,
        “Leading double lives”?
        I get a perverse pleasure sticking my thumb in the eyes of fogen groupies on huffingtontreehouse 😉
        But this is my go-to site for serious discussion
        Again, so happy you’ve joined us here
        besos y abrasos (hugs & kisses) to you,
        Doone…I despise the nickname “cookie”, makes me looney 😉

        • Kindheart101 says:

          LOL……….you crack me up! “Not a cookie”…..a bio I would never forget.

          Someone mentioned this site the other night, so I googled it. What a gold mine! I have been looking up articles, links and reports for months. Not only is it civil………but informative and supportive. I’m not on that much anymore, and I will still go to HP, (to torment Zimmernuts), but now will come here for the real deal.

          Thank you for the warm welcome my friend. 🙂

      • Judy75201 says:

        I weep at your beautiful poem. Thanks.

      • theanotherandy says:

        Hugs, and good to see you, my friend.
        I’m using the sock thirtyfive2life on HP these days, since they banned me for 72 hours a few weeks ago.

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