Dervish Sanders & The Ballad of Bijan The Brave

The Biographer: So, you're back. Do you wish to hear more of the adventures of Dervish Sanders and Ayla?

Dervish Sanders: Sure, why not.

The Biographer: OK. Here goes. This entry is called, "Dervish Sanders & The Ballad of Bijan the Brave". In the heart of an ancient forest, nestled between the Quercus libani and stone pines, lay the humble village of Abu Qilyub. Its adobe structures huddled together, smoke rising in lazy spirals toward the canopy. But this peaceful town was facing a dire threat -- the marauding goblins.

Khalil el-Moumni, an Imam of Abu Qilyub, sent word to Dervish Sanders by carrier pigeon. "Please, Abu Qilyub needs your help", the message read. A young slave boy approached Dervish Sanders and handed him a scroll as he was paging through a dusty tome in the Al-Qarawiyyin Library. Dervish accepted the scroll and the slave boy departed. This was not unusual. He had received other messages here in the past.

"What does it say?" his love Ayla inquired. She placed a bookmark in the manuscript she had been reading. Was this the beginning of another adventure? It turned out it was. Dervish and Ayla gathered supplies and departed that evening.

Camping overnight, they arrived at the mosque in the center of Abu Qilyub midday. Khalil el-Moumni greeted them.

"Greetings, I recognize you, Dervish Sanders. Peace be upon you. I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. I offer my gratitude for answering my call. Our village needs your help desperately".

The sun was rising in the sky. The temperature was rising as well.

"It is much cooler inside", el-Moumni said, ushering them into the mosque. The trio sat on some prayer mats. "Here, have some tea", Khalil said, pouring them each a cup.

Ayla accepted the tea and took a sip. "This is delicious", she remarked politely.

"Thank you", Khalil said. "Now", the cleric said nervously. "We don't have much in the way of dinars to pay you for your services...".

Dervish interrupted him, "no payment will be necessary".

The Imam smiled. "Thank the gods", he remarked with relief. "As my note said, marauding goblins are terrorizing our town. Killing livestock and raping our women. Several citizens have been killed. This must stop before it escalates further. These creatures cannot be reasoned with. My junior cleric Asim tried to negotiate with them, but was taken hostage. Please, he may be dead already, but if you could rescue him and put an end to the goblin threat, I will be forever in your debt".

Dervish Sanders, a seasoned warrior with a scar across his left eye, swore to protect Abu Qilyub. His scimitar, forged from enchanted steel, hung at his side. Ayla, his love, stood by his side -- a fierce archer with eyes like emeralds. Her arrows never missed their mark.

On that fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Dervish and Ayla sat (across from a local inn where they were to spend the night) in a dimly lit tea house, nursing mugs of frothy Arak. The air smelled of pine resin and hearth smoke. That's when Bijan stumbled in -- a lanky young man with wild hair and eyes wide as saucers.

"By the stars!" Bijan exclaimed, spotting Dervish. "It's the legendary Dervish Sanders! The Goblin Slayer! The one who single-handedly defeated the Ogre King of Jebel Yagour!"

Dervish scowled. "I am Dervish Sanders, but I am no goblin slayer. Not yet, at least. And I've never fought an ogre king".

"That's the word in town", Bijan retorted.

"What do you want, lad?" Dervish inquired.

Bijan's voice trembled with excitement. "I -- I want to join your quest! To fight goblins! To be part of your saga!"

Ayla stifled a laugh, her fingers tracing her bowstring. "And why should we let you tag along?"

Bijan leaned in, eyes shining. "Because I've memorized every ballad about you! I know the secret of your scar -- the one you got while battling the swamp witch! And I've even composed a poem in your honor!"

"Swamp witch? Huh. I've never heard that one", Dervish replied. Dervish's patience waned. "We don't need a bard. We need warriors. If anyone is to join us".

"But I can wield a khanjar!" Bijan protested. "And I've read the ancient texts. Goblins fear silver, right? I've got a silver locket my grandmother gave me. It's..."

"I have never heard that goblins fear silver. In fact, I can assure you that they do not", Dervish interrupted. "Goblins fear courage and strength".

"Please", Ayla said. "We don't want to be responsible for your death. I assure you, Dervish and I can take care of these goblins by ourselves".

And so, the unlikely trio set forth. Dervish led the way, his scarred eye scanning the forest for signs of trouble. Ayla followed, her bow ready, while Bijan skipped alongside, reciting epic verses about Dervish's heroics.

Ayla pleaded with Bijan to turn back, but he refused. In fact, he brought along another.

"This is Zahid" he said, introducing his friend. "He is a strong fighter who has trained with a scimitar. Take us along. We can help".

Dervish eyed Zahid. He did did look strong. And had the countenance of a warrior.

"I already killed several goblins", Zahid bragged. "When they attacked the town. Now I want to take the fight to them".

Dervish considered what Zahid said. "Very well", Dervish relented. "But, if Bijan is to come along -- you should look out for his safety".

Zahid agreed.

They found the goblin camp later that evening -- a cluster of crude huts surrounded by sharpened stakes. The goblins, green-skinned and snarling, emerged, their eyes filled with malice.

Dervish charged, his scimitar singing through the air. Ayla's arrows whistled, finding their targets.

And Bijan? Well, he tripped over a tree root, dropped his khanjar, and screamed like a frightened squirrel. But in that moment, something changed. His fear transformed into determination. He picked up his khanjar and lunged at a goblin, surprising everyone --including himself.

The battle raged. Dervish fought like a whirlwind. Ayla's arrows never missed. Zahid swung his scimitar, felling several of the foul creatures. And Bijan? Well, he didn't die. That was a start. When the last goblin fell, Bijan wiped sweat from his brow.

"Did you see that? I stabbed one! I'm a hero!"

Ayla grinned. "What about your poem? Do you have any ideas for a ballad commemorating our victory?"

Bijan blushed. "Not yet, but I will! What about The Ballad of Bijan the Brave!"

Then blood spurted from his mouth. After an arrow whizzed out of nowhere, striking him in the chest. Bijan fell to the ground and lay there, unmoving.

More arrows began flying, one striking Zahid in the arm. "I've been hit!" Zahid howled.

"Take cover!" Ayla cried.

The companions, dragging the limp body of Bijan, sought shelter from the barrage of arrows behind a towering Quercus libani.

"Who is firing on us!?" Zahid yelled, blood spurting from his wound.

"Over there", Ayla answered, pointing.

Dervish looked where his love had indicated. There he saw an armored goblin. Of the several dozen others they had slain, none wore such protection.

"That must be the top goblin fighter. And/or their leader", Zahid figured. Then he stumbled and passed out from shock.

"Looks like I'm going to need to break out some magicks", Ayla proclaimed, rubbing her hands together. A flame appeared hovering above her open palm. Then the ball of fire accelerated toward the armored goblin, growing in size as it did.

When the fireball found it's mark it exploded, incinerating the armored goblin.

Dervish approached the smoldering corpse. It was completely fried.

"Yeah, that's dead", Dervish said, kicking the extra-crispy body with his boot. The goblin's heated metal armor sizzled.

Dervish returned to find Ayla binding the wounds of Zahid and Bijan, whose injury looked deadly serious.

"Will Bijan live?" Dervish asked.

"I'm not sure", Ayla replied. "It looks grim".

Dervish quickly searched the crude huts, looking for any sign of the kidnapped junior cleric.

In the 3rd hut Dervish found a young man, his hands bound behind his back, a gag in his mouth. He was dressed in clerical robes. This was clearly the kidnapped holy man. Dervish freed him. The cleric thanked him, then they returned to where Ayla was tending to Bijan. Zahid was sitting on a log moaning quietly.

"Let me help", the cleric implored. He knelt down and laid hands on Bijan, praying for healing. Bijan's eyes fluttered open. "Praise the gods!" the young cleric exclaimed.

"Thank you for saving me, Mullah Asim. I thought I was a goner for sure".

"Yes, you were close to death. Saved only through divine intervention", Asim replied. "Now rest".

They made camp for the night, travelling back to Abu Qilyub the next day. It seemed the entire population of Abu Qilyub was awaiting their return. When the town folk saw the young cleric, Mullah Asim, and heard that the marauding goblins had been wiped out, everyone present loudly cheered.

And so, Abu Qilyub was saved, not only by the legendary Dervish Sanders and his skilled archer love, but also by the clumsy, enthusiastic farmboy who stumbled into their tale. As well as the heroic Zahid. Bijan and Zahid became hometown heroes, although Bijan decided a life of adventure was not for him.

"My first adventure. Also my last adventure", he declared.

And so, dear reader, remember this -- legends are forged not only by the mighty, but by those who stumble into greatness, armed with silver lockets and unwavering enthusiasm. And that, my friend, is the tale of Dervish Sanders, Ayla, Zahid and the unforgettable Bijan -- the Goblin Slayer's most ardent fan.

Dervish Sanders: I have a scar over my eye now? How did that happen? I don't recall any tale in which I was scared.

The Biographer: What I hear is that Dervish Sanders and Ayla, walking in the Le Jardin Secret Garden in Marrakech late one evening, on a whim decided to climb a Lebanese cedar. Feeling amorous, Ayla convinced Dervish that they should make love right there among the foliage. The bough gave way as Dervish thrusted and they fell to the terracotta below. The fall stunned the couple, and they lay on the ground for a while, completely nude. Dervish put his hand to his forehead and found that he was bleeding profusely, having been scratched by a branch in the fall.

A passing old woman wearing a hijab was startled. She started cursing and yelling at the couple. "I will notify the religious police!" the woman screeched.

"Hush, please", Dervish implored.

The elderly lady stopped yelling and her eyes grew wide. "La yusadiqu!" she exclaimed, staring at Dervish's manhood. "I've never seen one so large!"

Dervish and Ayla gathered their clothing and took off. Later, back at their room at the Riad Palais Sebban, Ayla stitched up Dervish's wound.

"That is going to leave a scar", she remarked.

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Dervish Sanders & The Enigma of the Whispering Oasis

Dervish Sanders: Previously you spun a yarn of Dervish Sanders and the celestial maiden Ayla. Can you tell me what happened after their encounter in the Dreamweaver's Labyrinth? I've been thinking about that story.

After you told it I looked up what a celestial maiden is. As per Wikipedia, a celestial maiden is also known as an Apsara. The entry says asperia are renowned for seducing rishis in order to prevent them from attaining divine powers. A rishi is an accomplished and enlightened person. Wikipedia also notes that "literally anyone will fall for them for their beauty".

I take it that Ayla seduced Dervish Sanders to prevent him from attaining divine powers? My impression (at the end of that tale) was that Dervish and Ayla fell in love. But now it definitely appears to be the case that I was tricked. Apparently the gods don't like it when a mortal attempts to join their ranks. And they seek to prevent this from happening.

The Biographer: Yeah. You got it. But that is what is called a spoiler. As you noted, "literally anyone will fall for them for their beauty". So, although Dervish Sanders possesses great knowledge, he still falls into the "literally anyone" category. In any case, let me tell you how this shakes out. That's the story.

After meeting in the Dreamweaver's labyrinth the love between Dervish Sanders and Ayla blossomed. Ayla convinced Dervish that he should quit the Dreamweaver gig and she would choose to fall. Her love for Dervish was so great that she would give up immortality for him. Dervish asked if she was certain.

Ayla replied, "yes, my love". And so the couple returned to Marrakech, a city where the scent of spices hung heavy in the air, looking for adventure.

Together they sought hidden treasures and forgotten legends. Their love deepened amidst the bustling bazaars and ancient riads. They shared stolen kisses in the shadow of the Koutoubia Mosque and whispered secrets beneath the orange trees in Jardin Majorelle. But it was the tale of the fabled Sands of Destiny that ignited their passion -- a tale whispered by old storytellers in dimly lit tea houses.

One moonlit night, as the desert winds whispered secrets, Dervish and Ayla sat by the ancient Almoravid Koubba. Its domed roof shimmered like a pearl against the star-studded sky. Ayla traced constellations with her finger, her eyes alight with curiosity. Dervish exposed himself and Ayla mounted him, cowgirl-style. Ayla rode Dervish with wild abandon until they both climaxed, simultaneously.

Afterward, they remained in each other's embrace. Ayla unbuttoned her top, and Dervish fondled her breasts and gently bit her nipples.

"Dervish", Ayla whispered into his ear, "have you heard of the Whispering Oasis?"

Dervish Sanders was intrigued. "Whispering Oasis? Tell me more, darling".

"It lies beyond the dunes", Ayla explained. "Legends say that at midnight, when the moon kisses the sands, the oasis speaks. It reveals forgotten truths and grants a single wish".

Dervish's adventurous spirit stirred. "Let's find it, Ayla. Let us unravel its secrets".

And so, hand in hand, they journeyed. The desert stretched before them -- an ocean of shifting sands. They faced scorching days and freezing nights, guided by the moon's silver path. Ayla's laughter echoed through the dunes, and Dervish's heart beat in rhythm with the desert drums.

Finally, they reached the Whispering Oasis -- a pool of crystal-clear water surrounded by palm trees. The moon hung low, casting shadows on the sand. Ayla dipped her fingers into the water, and it rippled like forgotten memories.

"Speak your heart's desire", she whispered. "The oasis listens".

Dervish hesitated. What did he truly wish for? Riches? Fame? No, it was simpler than that. "I wish for our love to endure -- to be eternal as the desert sands".

Ayla smiled, her eyes reflecting starlight. "And so it shall be".

The oasis stirred -- a soft murmur, like distant voices. Dervish felt warmth envelop him, binding their souls. Ayla's laughter blended with the desert wind, and they enjoyed intercourse under the moon's benevolent gaze. From that moment, their love became a compass. They explored Marrakech's hidden passages, deciphering ancient symbols. They danced in moonlit squares, their laughter echoing through the riads. And when danger loomed -- a sandstorm, a treacherous path -- they faced it together, their bond unbreakable.

The oasis granted them glimpses of forgotten civilizations -- the laughter of lost poets, the whispers of nomadic tribes. But their greatest treasure was each other. They reveled in stolen moments -- a kiss beneath a date palm, a shared cup of mint tea. As dawn approached, Ayla leaned against Dervish's shoulder.

"Our love is our greatest adventure", she murmured. He kissed her on the lips as he stuck his hand down the front of her skirt.

"Our love will never fade", Dervish remarked as he placed his face between Ayla's bosoms and motorboated them while continuing to finger her down below.

Dervish Sanders and Ayla remained by the Whispering Oasis for a while, their love eternal. They listened to its secrets, whispered their dreams, and watched the sun rise -- a promise of countless tomorrows. The Whispering Oasis may be a legend, but the love between Dervish and Ayla is real.

Dervish Sanders: But the love between Dervish and Ayla isn't real. And their love isn't eternal. Right? I mean, this story takes place BEFORE the last one. The one in which Dervish hooked up with that Sapphire lady. So, obviously something happens and they don't remain a couple.

The Biographer: Obviously. Though Dervish and Ayla did remain together for a while longer. And they have intercourse many, many times.

Dervish Sanders: OK. I am determined to hear the end of this tale. I want to know about the bust up. After that I image that Dervish Sanders goes on to bang a not insignificant number of other gorgeous females. I'd like to hear about that as well. But I can wait.

The Biographer: There is a bit more to add before I wrap up this installment, which is that, while staying at the Whispering Oasis, Dervish and Ayla explore the ruins and discover some cryptic writings that promise either a great treasure or death for those who seek the Sun Palace. Though you will have to wait until a future installment to find out more about that.


Note: The translation from Arabic to English of the text in the image above is, "Those who seek the Sun Palace will discover a Great Treasure. Or Death".

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Dervish Sanders & The Sapphire of Serendipity

The Biographer: Welcome back, Dervish Sanders. I see you have returned to hear another of your adventures. As you recall, you acquired the wisdom of the universe at the completion of your quest for the Sapphire of Serendipity.

After obtaining the magical gem, Dervish's thirst for knowledge grew insatiable. He traveled to the City of Scholars, where the greatest minds of the age gathered. There, he engaged in debates that lasted from dusk till dawn, his arguments as sharp as the edge of his sharpened scimitar.

But Dervish's destiny was not to be confined within city walls. Whispers of a lost city hidden deep in the Jungle of Juxtapositions reached his ears. A place where reality and myth intertwined, and where the Tree of Truth bore fruits that revealed the secrets of existence. With the Sapphire's light as his guide, Dervish ventured into the jungle.

The foliage was dense, and the air hummed with the power of concealed wisdom. Eventually Dervish encountered the Guardian of the Grove. Initially the Guardian appeared as a being of pure energy, but when confronted with Dervish Sanders, he transformed into a stooped old man.

Leaning on his cane, the old man remarked, "I will challenge you. You must prove your worth". The Guardian posed three enigmatic questions, each more complex than the last.

Dervish pondered, drawing upon the Sapphire's wisdom and his own experiences. With eloquence and insight, he answered each question, satisfying the Guardian's demand for profundity.

As a reward, Dervish was granted access to the Tree of Truth. He plucked a single fruit, and as he bit into its flesh, his eyes were opened to the interconnectedness of all things. He saw the threads of fate and consequence that bound the universe together.

Armed with this ultimate understanding, Dervish Sanders became more than a sage; he became a beacon of enlightenment, his teachings spreading like wildfire across the lands. And though his journey was long and his trials many, it was the pursuit of truth that remained the most exhilarating chapter of his legend.

And so, the saga of Dervish Sanders continues, evermore entwined with the tapestry of tales that span the breadth of time and imagination.

Dervish Sanders: That adventure was certainly short. Is there nothing else to tell?

The Biographer: There is a bit more. Months later Dervish Sanders encountered the Guardian again. He was traveling down the Nile, hoping to locate the great river's source. One night, after making camp, the Guardian appeared, catching Dervish off guard.

"I've been looking for you", the Guardian snarled. He seemed angry. "You think you outwitted me, but I have a surprise for you".

Dervish drew his scimitar, causing The Guardian to explode in laughter. "That will do no good against me", the Guardian roared.

Then he revealed his true form.

Instead of a being of pure energy, or an old man stooped with age, The Guardian, throwing down the cane he had previously leaned on, transformed before Dervish's astonished eyes into a powerful demon.

"I intended to steal the Sapphire of Serendipity from you, but you snuck away before I could. Now hand it over", the towering demon demanded.

Tapping into his great knowledge, Dervish Sanders decided the best course of action would be to make a strategic retreat. So he turned and ran.

"You can't escape, Dervish Sanders", the demon growled angrily. While Dervish Sanders was fleet of foot, the enormous demon took long strides, easily keeping pace. Things certainly appeared hopeless.

"You can have the Sapphire", Dervish exclaimed, giving up.

"That is a very wise decision, Sanders", the demon growled. "I am a reasonable fellow. All I want is the Sapphire. Hand it over and you may go in peace".

"OK", a defeated Dervish Sanders relented. "Let me retrieve it for you", Dervish said, reaching into his pocket. The Guardian extended his demonic hand, ready to accept the Sapphire. Dervish saw his chance and took it. He leapt onto the Guardian's open palm, then launched himself toward the demon's chest.

Dervish Sanders, using the Sapphire as a dagger, plunged it into the demon's bosom. The Sapphire shattered, completely destroyed. The demon staggered.

"You have killed me!" the surprised Guardian exclaimed. The demon shifted form, becoming an old man once again. Then he shriveled up and turned into dust.

"I did not believe for one second that you would have let me leave in peace", Dervish retorted, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Though I'm not sure how I knew that the Sapphire could kill a demon".

A beautiful woman appeared suddenly out of nowhere.

"I subconsciously imparted the knowledge to you", the woman whispered. "Oh, and you are correct, the demon would not have let you leave in peace. He wished to consume you, thus transferring to him the ability to see the threads of fate".

"Who are you?" an astonished Dervish Sanders implored.

"I am the Sapphire Lady", the woman in flowing purple robes replied. "I have been trapped within the Sapphire for many eons. You have lost the wisdom of the universe, but I have gained my freedom".

Dervish Sanders and Sapphire Lady returned to Dervish's camp. As they sat beside the fire, warming their bodies, the Lady expressed her gratitude.

"I thank thee for freeing me", she said, removing her robes, then unbuttoning her blouse. Soon she was shimming out of her dress and panties. She removed her bra and stood nude before Dervish Sanders. The Lady was astonishingly beautiful. Dervish found himself breathless.

The Lady's full breasts swayed ever so slightly as she crouched before Dervish Sanders. Then she started to undo his belt buckle.

"No, my Lady, that is not necessary", Dervish Sanders demurred, removing the Lady's hands from his belt.

"I insist", the Lady replied. "I desire very much to give you oral pleasure".

And so Dervish Sanders allowed the Lady to fellate his manhood.

Dervish Sanders returned the favor, smashing his face in between her legs as they 69ed. The lady squealed in euphoric elation as she climaxed. They also did it missionary, doggy style, and in the butt.

The Biographer: Thus ends the tale of Dervish Sanders and the Sapphire of Serendipity. I hope you enjoyed this one. There are many more tales to tell, but I will leave those for another day. If you are interested in hearing any more, that is.


Belial Shaytan assumes his demonic form.

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Dervish Sanders Attains The Wisdom Of The Universe

Dervish Sanders: So far you've told me three tales of Dervish Sanders, all of which I found enjoyable. Do you have any more to tell? I appreciated the last one in which Dervish Sanders took the innocence of a sex-starved lass. With her permission, of course. Can you relate to me any adventures in which Dervish Sanders bangs wenches?

The Biographer: I'm glad you enjoyed the 3 tales of Dervish Sanders I have so far related. Here's another one for you.

In the land of whispers and shifting sands, Dervish Sanders embarked on a quest unlike any other. With a heart full of courage and a mind as sharp as the scimitar at his side, he sought the legendary Sapphire of Serendipity, a gem said to grant its holder the wisdom of the universe.

The journey was fraught with peril, through treacherous ravines and over mountains that scraped the belly of the sky. Dervish faced challenges that tested his resolve -- puzzles that twisted the mind, creatures that defied the laws of nature, and illusions that threatened to lead him astray.

Yet, with every step, Dervish's legend grew. He outwitted the Sphinx of Syllogisms, whose riddles could turn a man's thoughts to knots. He tamed the Chimera of Chaos, a beast with the roar of thunder and a heart of turmoil. And he navigated the Labyrinth of Lore, a maze so intricate it was said to be the very thoughts of the gods made manifest.

At last, he stood before the Sapphire of Serendipity, its azure glow illuminating the cavern's heart. As he reached out, the gem's light surged, and Dervish was filled with visions of worlds beyond his own, of knowledge ancient and vast. The Sapphire had deemed him worthy, and from that day forth, Dervish Sanders was not just a wanderer, but a sage whose insights would guide generations to come.

And so, the tale of Dervish Sanders continues, a story woven into the fabric of the cosmos, reminding us that the pursuit of knowledge is the noblest adventure of all.

Dervish Sanders: OK. But I asked for a tale in which Dervish Sanders bangs wenches. The story you just told didn't mention anything about how many women Dervish Sanders has given sexual pleasure to.

The Biographer: That's quite a risqué request. But if you insist on hearing about the sexual exploits of Dervish Sanders, I can tell you he railed many beautiful females. Also some average looking ones. All with their consent, of course.

After attaining the wisdom of the universe, Dervish Sanders was in need of some rest and relaxation. Sultan Quillen Qasim Fiallo, ruler of the Royal City of Nasaf, invited Dervish Sanders to his palace. In return for imparting some of his great wisdom, the Sultan offered Dervish Sanders access to his harem. Dervish Sanders agreed, but on the condition he would have sexual intercourse only with women who consented.

Sultan Fiallo smiled. "You are a very noble man. Also very respectful of the fairer sex. I assure you, that will not be a problem. My harem is very large. There are many women who have not been with a man for months, if ever. I know there are dozens who will be very eager to be ravished by such a renowned adventurer as Dervish Sanders".

And so it was agreed. Dervish Sanders shared some of his vast wisdom with Sultan Fiallo by day. During the evenings he engaged in wild orgies with women from the Sultan's harem. And, yes, they eagerly consented to extended hours of carnal delights with Dervish Sanders. This continued for many weeks until Dervish Sanders decided it was time to move on.

"The road calls to me", Dervish Sanders explained, his heart filled with wanderlust. The maidens he had given sexual pleasure to begged him not to leave.

"I have never known such ecstasy prior to lying with you, Dervish Sanders", one fair beauty lamented, tears in her eyes. A number of the women similarly appeared to be on the verge of tears.

And so Dervish Sanders relented, eventually staying at the Sultan's palace for many months.

The Biographer: Did those additional details satisfy your request?

Dervish Sanders: Sure. Although I don't think any of the women in that tale could be called a wench.

The Biographer: I apologize. As per the Merriam Webster dictionary, a wench is "either a female servant or a tavern wench". A wench could also be "a girl or woman of a socially low class".

Perhaps I can relate to you another tale of Dervish Sanders in which the adventurer and sage bangs some bar wenches? I am certain he has encountered many such women (all craving to be banged by the legendary Dervish Sanders) during his many exploits.

Dervish Sanders: OK. But I think we can stick a pin in that for now.

The Biographer: Certainly! Get back to me when you're ready to delve deeper into the adventures of Dervish Sanders.



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The Enigmatic Journey of Dervish Sanders

Dervish Sanders: As my biographer, I assume you have many more tales you can tell concerning my adventures? May I hear another?

The Biographer: Surely. Let's return to the tale of Dervish Sanders. This one is called "The Enigmatic Journey of Dervish Sanders".

Dervish Sanders was an enigma -- a man of paradoxes. His existence straddled the realms of the ordinary and the extraordinary. In the bustling markets of Cairo, he haggled over spices and silks, his eyes sharp as falcon's talons. Yet, when the moon hung low, he would slip away, disappearing into the desert like a mirage.

His cloak, a patchwork quilt of memories, whispered secrets. Each tear held a story -- a stolen kiss in Marrakech, a duel at dawn in Baghdad, a whispered prophecy in Timbuktu. The townspeople spoke of him in hushed tones, their gazes shifting from reverence to fear.

Dervish Sanders had no fixed abode. He wandered, a nomad of the soul, seeking answers to questions unasked. His staff, gnarled and weathered, bore witness to countless miles -- the dust of forgotten cities clinging to its grain.

One moonless night, beneath the ancient olive tree near the oasis, a weary traveler approached Dervish Sanders.

"Tell me", the traveler implored, "what lies beyond the horizon? Is there a map to the stars?"

Dervish Sanders smiled, revealing teeth like polished pebbles. "The map", he said, "is etched in the lines of your palm, the constellations of your heart. But beware -- the path is treacherous".

He traced a finger across the traveler's palm, deciphering fate's code. "You seek love", he murmured. "A love that transcends borders, defies logic. Follow the scent of jasmine to the hidden garden, where time dances backward".

And so, the traveler set forth, guided by Dervish Sanders's cryptic words. Through shifting dunes and forgotten ruins, across rivers that whispered forgotten names, The Seeker journeyed. At the garden's heart, beneath a weeping willow, they found her -- a young lass with beautiful round bosoms and a pert derrière.

But love, as Dervish Sanders knew, was a riddle. The Seeker's heart swayed like a compass needle, torn between earthly desires and cosmic longing. And so, they sat with the maiden, listening to the rustle of leaves, the ancient murmur of the willow.

At her invitation, Dervish Sanders and The Seeker proceeded to tag team the maiden, satisfying her fleshly desires. The sex-starved lass moaned in ecstasy as Dervish and The Seeker took turns pleasuring her for many hours.

As the sun descended in the sky, Dervish Sanders departed, his cloak blending with the shadows. "Choose wisely", he told The Seeker. "For love, like the desert sands, shifts with the wind".

As The Seeker's heart wove its own tale, Dervish Sanders vanished once more, leaving behind only footprints in the sand -- a map to the stars, a legacy of whispers.

There you have it -- the tale of Dervish Sanders, a wanderer who danced on the edge of reality. And participated in many 3-ways, though most of them with 2 women. If you seek more stories or have other inquiries, feel free to ask!

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Dervish Sanders Enters The Dreamweaver's Labyrinth

Dervish Sanders: I am intrigued by the concept of a Biographer telling stories about the famed adventurer, Dervish Sanders, one of my counterparts. Do you have any more stories to tell about this Dervish Sanders?

The Biographer: Certainly! Let me share another captivating tale of Dervish Sanders, a wanderer whose footsteps echoed through both reality and dreams. The Dreamweaver's Labyrinth is another tale about the renowned adventurer, Dervish Sanders.

In the heart of Marrakech, where the scent of saffron mingled with the call to prayer, Dervish Sanders found himself drawn to an ancient bazaar. The stalls overflowed with spices, carpets, and secrets whispered by the wind. One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Dervish Sanders encountered an old carpet merchant named Hasan. Hasan's eyes held the wisdom of centuries, and his hands bore the stains of countless dyes. He beckoned Dervish Sanders to sit on a threadbare rug.

"Listen", Hasan implored, "for I weave more than carpets. I weave dreams".

Dervish Sanders leaned in, intrigued. "Dreams?"

Hasan nodded. "Each thread", he explained, "is a fragment of a dream -- a memory, a longing, a forgotten promise. When the moon graces the sky, I enter the Dreamweaver's Labyrinth".

"The Labyrinth?" Dervish Sanders asked.

"It lies beyond the veil", Hasan replied. "A place where reality and imagination entwine. There, I unravel the threads, seeking lost souls and untold stories".

Dervish Sanders's curiosity burned. "Can I enter this Labyrinth?"

Hasan's eyes twinkled. "Only those who carry both hope and sorrow may pass. And beware -- the Labyrinth tests your resolve".

That night, guided by moonlight and the echo of distant flutes, Dervish Sanders stepped into the Dreamweaver's Labyrinth. The air shimmered with iridescent threads, each leading to a different dream. He followed a silver strand that whispered of forgotten love. It led him to a courtyard where jasmine bloomed. There, a veiled woman danced -- a celestial maiden with eyes like galaxies. Her laughter wove constellations.

"Who are you?" Dervish Sanders asked.

She twirled, her gown trailing stardust. "I am Ayla", she answered. "A dream forgotten by time. Seek the lost verses of the nightingale, and you'll find me".

Dervish Sanders journeyed deeper, encountering dreams of lost cities, forbidden libraries, and forgotten oaths. He collected fragments -- a tear shed by a poet, a sigh from a fallen king. Finally, he reached the heart of the Labyrinth -- a chamber of mirrors. Each reflected a different version of himself -- past, present, and future. In one mirror, he saw Ayla, waiting.

"Choose", whispered the mirrors. "Dream or reality?"

Dervish Sanders hesitated. Could he leave the Labyrinth with Ayla, forsaking the waking world? But then he remembered Hasan's words, "hope and sorrow".

He stepped back, choosing both. The mirrors shattered, merging dream and reality. Ayla stepped through, her hand in his. Together, they wove a new tapestry -- one that spanned realms. Dervish Sanders became a Dreamweaver, stitching together stories, love, and longing.

And so, in the heart of Marrakech, the old carpet merchant smiled. "You've found your thread", Hasan said. "Now weave". And Dervish Sanders did -- dreams into reality, and reality into dreams. May the threads of your own journey lead you to wondrous places, dear traveler.

Dervish Sanders: Is that story copyrighted, or can I have it?

The Biographer: The story I provided is an original creation based on your life and not copyrighted. You are welcome to use it freely! If you have any other requests or need further assistance, feel free to ask.



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Dervish Sanders & The Whispering Grove

The Biographer: In another world, Dervish Sanders is an enigmatic wanderer who roams through mystical landscapes, seeking hidden truths and unraveling ancient secrets. With a cloak of shifting colors and eyes that hold the wisdom of ages, Dervish embodies curiosity, wonder, and the eternal quest for knowledge. Dervish's adventures are whispered in forgotten taverns and etched into the bark of ancient trees, captivating the hearts of those who dare to dream beyond the ordinary.

Dervish Sanders: You're talking about me?

The Biographer: No, not at all. Except yes. I am talking about you. Or, rather an alternate version of you from a parallel universe.

Dervish Sanders: Another one? OK, I'm game. Can you tell me a tale of this alternate version of myself?

The Biographer: Certainly! Let me weave a tale of Dervish Sanders for you. I call this story The Whispering Grove.

In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, where moonlight danced upon dew-kissed leaves, Dervish Sanders embarked on an extraordinary quest. His map, drawn by a cryptic seer, led him to the Whispering Grove -- a place where secrets whispered through ancient oaks and forgotten spells lingered in the mist.

Dervish stepped cautiously, his cloak blending with shadows. The air hummed with magick, and the trees leaned in, eager to share their stories. Each step revealed a riddle: "To find the lost key, seek the moon's reflection in the silver pool".

The silver pool lay hidden behind a waterfall, its surface rippling like liquid moonlight. Dervish dipped his hand, and the water shimmered, revealing a moon-shaped key. But the key was incomplete -- a crescent missing.

Guided by moonbeams, Dervish climbed the tallest oak, where a nest cradled a wounded owl. Its eyes held ancient wisdom. "To mend the key", it hooted, "you must find the lost melody".

Dervish journeyed to the Misty Caves, where echoes sang forgotten tunes. Dervish played a lute carved from moonstone, and the cave walls trembled. The melody emerged -- a haunting refrain that spoke of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.

The owl perched nearby, feathers glowing. "Sing it to the moon", it urged. Dervish stood atop a moss-covered rock, lute in hand, and sang. The moon wept silver tears, and the key glowed whole.

Unlocking the Whispering Grove's heart, Dervish discovered a mirror -- a portal to memories. He glimpsed lost lovers, ancient battles, and whispered promises. But the mirror hungered for a sacrifice: a cherished memory.

Dervish hesitated. Should he give up the memory of his first kiss or the laughter of childhood friends? In the end, Dervish chose the scent of blooming jasmine and his mother's embrace.

The mirror quivered, absorbing the memory. Its surface rippled, revealing a hidden path. Dervish stepped through, leaving behind whispers and moonlight.

And so, Dervish Sanders vanished into legend -- the wanderer who danced with shadows, sang forgotten songs, and unlocked the heart of the Whispering Grove.

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Michael Moore On Hillary Clinton's Continuing Attacks On Bernie Sanders

Nobody likes him, nobody wants to work with him, he got nothing done. He was a career politician. It's all just baloney and I feel so bad that people got sucked into it -- Hillary Clinton. Hillary Clinton tears open wound with her attack on Sanders. The Hill, 1/22/20.

I'm talking about the attacks from Hillary Clinton (which are in her book) that concern Bernie Sanders not endorsing her quickly enough in 2016. In addition to recent ridiculous remarks from the 2016 Democratic nominee and popular vote winner (as quoted above). Michael Moore addresses these comments on the 2/1/2019 airing of NBC Live hosted by David Gura.

Michael Moore: Hillary's comments about Bernie -- "nobody likes him", "can't win" -- those only exist to help Donald Trump. Maybe Hillary doesn't know that. But it was divisive, it was cruel. And it was a lie. Just watch the news here... He's number one in California. He's number one in New Hampshire. He's number one in Iowa. He's number one with young people. He is so beloved across this country. By working people, by the Middle Class, by young people. He's been number one with Latinos in every poll for 4-5 months. He is beloved.

For Hillary Clinton to say that, it just reminds us that we have our own 1 percent. He have our corporate Democrats. He have the Democrats who are beholden to Goldman Sachs. They are the corporate Democrats -- and if they are here in Iowa to try and ruin this so that Trump stays in office for 4 more years, they should stop. I've been in Iowa with Bernie on the campaign trail for the last two weeks and he has never said a negative word about Hillary Clinton.

In fact, in 2016 he did 39 rallies on his own for Hillary. When Hillary lost to Barack Obama in the primaries of 08, she did 12 rallies with Obama. For her to make this middle school comment, it's like, really? I voted for Hillary Clinton in the general election 3 years ago. It's very sad and disappointing.

David Gura: Michael... a lot of people focus on the silence back in 2016 and that interregnum of 36 days -- he saw the writing on the way, he wasn't going to be the nominee and he took a lot of time before he fulsomely backed Hillary Clinton in the election. Can you understand and sympathize with that at all. That this wasn't an immediate endorsement of Hillary Clinton by Senator Bernie Sanders back in 2016.

Michael Moore: No. First of all, lets be clear -- in 08, after it was very clear that Hillary Clinton had lost to Barack Obama, she would not endorse him until June. So, that's not unusual. And the reason Bernie did not endorse until the summer was because he wanted to go to the [Democratic] convention and make sure that the party platform represented the people in the 22 states that voted for him in the primary. He was holding out for the party to come out in favor of a $15 [an hour] wage. To come out in favor of these things that the party still wouldn't do in 2016. He... was fighting for those things, not against Hillary. ...

I don't want to hear anymore about this madness. ... I want to go and tell her ... quit trying to help Trump get another 4 years with the divisive bullying statements you made.

 [ End MSNBC Live 2/1/2020 Excerpt ] 

I don't know what the deal with Hillary Clinton is. As Michael Moore pointed out, she took her time endorsing Barack Obama. And that, I think, was due to her disappointment. She needed some time to come to terms with losing the primary. I can understand that. Yet, knowing this (I assume she must, even if she acts as if she does not) she criticizes Bernie for not endorsing her quickly enough.

And she has implied that (Bernie not endorsing quickly enough) is a reason she lost to Dotard. Like Mr. Moore, I've had enough of it. Shut up, Hillary. Bernie took the leverage he had (his endorsement) and used it to get positive changes in the Democratic Platform. Yet Hillary makes it all about her. And is obviously holding a grudge. GET OVER IT.

What is important is defeating Dotard in the upcoming election and not the constant drudging up of the bad blood between Hillary and Bernie supporters in 2016. Hopefully, if Bernie is the nominee, Hillary will endorse him. And she has no reason NOT to do it quickly. Except for sour grapes.

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Dotard tRump's Position On Trade (In Part) Won Him The Presidency. Why Sanders Or Warren Must Be The Democratic potus Nominee

For decades, the leaders of both parties preached the gospel that free trade was a rising tide that would lift all boats. Great rhetoric -- except that the trade deals they negotiated mainly lifted the yachts — and threw millions of working Americans overboard to drown -- Elizabeth Warren (Elizabeth Warren Goes After Free Trade Agreements in First Speech as 2020 Contender. 11/29/2018).

The following is excerpted from a 7/12/2019 conversation on the Thom Hartmann Program (a Progressive Political talk radio program that airs on Free Speech TV). Thom and Lori Wallach (the Executive Director Public Citizen's Global Trade Watch) discuss Trump's renegotiation of NAFTA (The USMCA) and where Congressional Democrats and the Democratic presidential candidates stand on the issue - the USMCA and the corporate benefiting "free trade" policies bought into by New Democrats Clinton and Obama.

Thom Hartmann: You and I agree that the neoliberal trade policies that really came in with the Reagan Administration in a big way - they negotiated NAFTA - George Herbert Walker Bush's Administration finalized those negotiations - this has always been republican trade policy. There has always been large chunks of the Democratic Party that have opposed this. In the modern era, it's the Sherrod Brown's... and yet, the guy who has successfully pushed back against it is Donald Trump.

It helped get him elected. Running on a Democratic position. Which is - yes, we need tariffs. Yes, we need protectionist policies. And yes, these so-called trade agreements actually suck. They're destroying American jobs. So, it puts us in this very awkward position of saying, thank God Trump is having a conversation about this. Because we've had two Democratic presidents (Clinton & Obama) who have been unwilling to. And a lot of Democratic members of Congress won't. Although some of them are out there screaming into the wind. From Bernie Sanders to Sherod Brown.

But, on the other hand, Trump is doing it completely wrong. He's demagoging this issue. So... how is the whole trade thing going? ... where are the Democrats on all this?

Lori Wallach: Obviously NAFTA has to be replaced. Almost a million jobs have been certified to the government to be lost to NAFTA. It's probably [more like] 4-5 million... Trump repeated what Democrats have said for a long time. Democrats in Congress tried to stop NAFTA. However, the deal Trump signed to replace NAFTA wouldn't stop the job outsourcing. Because the labor and environmental improvements and their enforcements are not strong enough. But he let Pharma put protections in there. So it [the USMCA] would raise medicine prices. It won't fix the existing problem, and it would lock in high prices here.

In that regard it's worse than the status quo. On the other hand he got rid of the outrageous corporate tribunals that have taken hundreds of millions of tax dollars, attacking environmental laws, etc. So, where are the Democrats? Miraculously, the Democrats are 100 percent united. Pelosi is being tough in saying to Trump - either you renegotiate your renegotiated agreement -- fix the labor and environmental standards so it means something. To stop the outsourcing and to raise wages in Mexico so the draw of jobs [away from the US] is stopped. And you have to take out that Pharma garbage. Or no vote. And she's holding firm. Now the showdown is -- what will the administration do?

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Thom Hartmann: When Bill Clinton first embraced NAFTA in 1992, he was in the minority among Democrats. He was loudly attacked by a lot of Democrats. Many Democratic voters -- apparently half of Ross Perot voters were actually Democrats - but, over time, the Democratic Party moved in that Direction. At least, much of it. ... These so-called free trade deals -- managed trade deals for the benefit of corporations -- have always been deeply embraced by Republicans [before and during the Trump administration -- explaining why his only option is to go it alone and apply tariffs by executive fiat]. Where is the Democratic party as a whole -- at the Federal level on this now? How does this break down in the House and Senate.

Lori Wallach: Right now, in respect to this NAFTA deal, the House Democrats are remarkably unified with the Speaker. Even the corporate Democrats -- the New Democrats -- the ones who have been for TPP - they say the environmental and labor standards need better enforcement and the Pharma crap has to come out. They sent a letter to the president that said - don't make the mistake of putting in this agreement... Congressional Democrats have always been better than the presidential wing [Clinton, Obama and many currently running to unseat Trump].

The candidates running for president have all signed a pledge that they would oppose any NAFTA renegotiation that included the Pharma goodies and didn't have strong labor and environmental standards in it. Including Beto O'Rourke and Joe Biden. But the truth is Beto O'Rourke, Joe Biden, Pete Buttigieg, Kamala Harris -- those guys are basically in the same place that Clinton and Obama were on trade. They're not good on trade.

You have Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sanders, and Tim Ryan [who] have been real champions on trade. ... If you have another Democrat, like Biden, who Trump can run against in Wisconsin and Michigan the way he did Clinton - "oh, you're for having more jobs outsourced. You're so sad TPP didn't pass"... We're going to lose again in those states. We have to have someone to the Left of him on trade. We have to have Sanders or Warren.

[End Thom Hartmann Program 7/12/2019 Excerpt]

Prior to New Democrats Clinton and Obama opposing free trade was the Democratic position. And on the side of the corporations (and against the workers) were the Republicans. That changed with Clinton. Then President Obama pushed the TPP and Hillary Clinton called it the "gold standard". Although she later (under pressure from Sanders) backtracked and vowed that, if elected, she would not sign the TPP. But many voters did not believe her. One reason was that her VP choice, Tim Kaine, also supported (then renounced) the TPP.

This (in part) explains tRump's win. Blue collar Democrats who voted for Obama decided to vote for tRump because of his views on trade. Many of them were for Bernie Sanders because of his opposition to job-killing free trade agreements. When Sanders didn't become the nominee they switched to Trump. A mistake because Trump does not know WTF he's doing. The United States needs a Trade Policy and NOT a president imposing tariffs by presidential fiat.

Me, I'd rather Bernie Sanders had been the nominee in 2016. It is my belief that he could have beat tRump. Because Blue collar Democrats who were swayed by the con man tRump would have voted for Bernie Sanders. And Bernie Sanders would have had the Progressive caucus on his side and thus been able (or better positioned to) change US trade policy through Congress. tRump can't do this because Congressional republicans oppose protectionism and protecting American jobs from outsourcing.

This is why we must not nominate a Democrat with the wrong position on trade. The nominee must be either Bernie Sanders or Elizabeth Warren. Either of these two candidates would have the best chance of beating tRump in 2020. If the nominee isn't Sanders or Warren - tRump will quite likely "win" a second term (with, as before, help from Putin). Even though tRump's tariffs have not succeeded in their goal of bringing back American jobs. And his attempts to renegotiate our crappy trade deals have been a failure (and driven many soy bean farmers into bankruptcy).

Yet, despite going bankrupt, these farmers continue to support tRump (for some reason). I guess they think that some pain must be endured before tRump is eventually victorious. But that won't happen. Their Chinese customers have gone elsewhere to buy their soybeans, etc. These farmer are screwed. They just don't realize how screwed they are yet.

In any case, before the New Democrat movement, it was the Democratic Party that represented Blue Collar workers and opposed the so-called "free trade" deals that outsourced their jobs. Clinton and Obama betrayed them, costing the Democratic party (and the entire nation) dearly. Their betrayal allowed a con-man like Dotard tRump the opportunity to take up the anti-globalism, pro-American worker mantle (even though he lied and is actually 100 percent for the plutocrats).

Democrats need to reclaim by nominating Sanders (my first choice) or Warren. Either Sanders or Warren could get the job done and fix our broken trade policies, IMO. Unlike tRump, who lies, does a bad job, and failed to do what he promised. The only thing the Orange Turd has "achomlished" is to make things worse.

BTW, I'm starting to think Warren might be a better choice than Sanders. Due to the bad rap "socialism" has among low information voters. And, even though Warren's positions are very similar (where they are not identical) to those of Sanders, he calls himself a "socialist" while she does not. A fact that could make the difference. Given the fact that demonizing "socialism" is going to be a bigly tactic of the Orange Turd campaign in 2020.

Video: Lori Wallach Exposes How Trump Got Trade Wrong. Published 7/12/2019. 9:10.


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tRump Administration Holding Kids In Concentration Camps Is Child Abuse !

Child abuse or child maltreatment is physical, sexual, and/or psychological maltreatment or neglect of a child or children, especially by a parent or a caregiver. Child abuse may include any act or failure to act by a parent or a caregiver that results in actual or potential harm to a child... (Wikipedia).

The following is an excerpt from the 7/3/2019 airing of the Thom Hartmann Program. Thom and former Republican congressman Bob Ney (in his capacity as a correspondent for Talk Media News) discuss the tRump administration concentration camps that are holding (and abusing) Christian refugees from South of the border.

Thom Hartmann: Let's check in with Talk Media News ... on the line with us is Bob Ney, the author of Sideswiped, former congressman from Ohio. Bob, what's going on in the world?

Bob Ney: Good afternoon Thom. Well, we're looking at the federal judge who has blocked the Trump Administration policy denying bond hearings. That's the federal judge in Seattle.

Thom Hartmann: This is bond hearings for refugees on the southern border.

Bob Ney: Yes, sir. For the refugees on the southern border. He [the judge] blocked the policy. This came up because Attorney General William Barr, in April, issued that order, which would prevent immigration judges from granting bail to asylum seakers. And that was the vow by president Trump to end "catch and release". In the sense that they'd be released [into the United States] and later come back for their hearing.

Thom Hartmann: Right. And over 96 or 97 percent of these folks come back for their hearings. Which Trump and the Republicans were lying through their teeth about. Saying these people would just go away and never come back. And that's absolutely not true. They want to have their hearing. They believe they have a case.

Bob Ney: Yes. They do come back. Attorney General Barr (in April) issued this order because - you know how word gets back through communities -- and, if people thought they'd have to sit in a detention camp for a year or two - then the Trump Administration hoped they wouldn't come in the first place.

That was the objective. The judge said this is unconstitutional. This will, most likely, continue to the Supreme Court.

Thom Hartmann: Does that mean that, in the meantime, refugees who are in these facilities can have bail posted for them and they can get out?

Bob Ney: They should be able to. Except the Trump Administration may file an emergency appeal. That I don't know. You asked the right question. The Attorney General can, however, make another rule. Not the same rule, but some other rule that they could devise to legally to [keep refugees in detention].

Thom Hartmann: In the meantime we're continuing to pay $750 prt child per day to private companies to keep child [and adult] refugees in, essentially, dog kennels.

Bob Ney: Exactly. Just because the Administration has lost temporarily doesn't mean it's over with. New rules can be put on immediately.

Thom Hartmann: And, if they deny them bail, then these for-profit corporations continue to get their $750 per person per day fee. So they've got to be lobbying the Trump Administration to say, don't give them bail. You guys keep paying us. It's an abomination. This should not be happening in the United States of America.

Bob Ney: It is.

[End Thom Hartmann Program 7/3/2019 Excerpt]

So, here we have a former republican congressperson AGREEING that holding refugees (and their children) in concentration camps in deplorable conditions is "an abomination". An assessment that we should all agree with. All of us except hate-filled trumpers, of course. That the tRump administration is abusing children in an effort curtail illegal immigration should be a prosecutable crime, IMO.

For the record, I do not believe in "open borders". But these are people fleeing poverty, oppressive governments, crime and drought. They should be treated with compassion and not cruelty. But cruelty is the point. The administration thinks that by CREATING a crisis on the border they can blackmail the Democratically-controlled House into funding the Orange Turd's idiotic wall. It's despicable, but it's (at least partially) working.

I refer to the funding bill recently passed by the House. Money that the tRump administration most assuredly will NOT use to improve conditions in it's concentration camps. Because (like I said) cruelty is the point. And really, $750 per person per day isn't enough? Yikes! Yet trumpers defend this obvious corruption. As they defend ALL the tRump administration corruption. How ridiculous.

What follows is a 2nd excerpt from the 7/3/2019 airing of the THP in which Thom shares his thoughts on the tRump administration's treatment of refugee children.

Thom Hartmann: The president of the American Academy of Pediatrics, Doctor Sarah Goza - and what she had to say is just devastating. Quote, "when they opened the door, the first thing that hit us was a smell. It was the smell of sweat, urine and feces. And I heard crinkling to my left, and I looked over there and there was a sea of silver. There were young children in there. Unaccompanied boys. And they had no expressions on their faces. It was a room full of silent children. There was no laughing, there was no joking. There was no talking. All I could hear was the rustling of the silver Mylar blankets. ... the silence was hard to watch. Hard to see".

We have broken these children. The way you break a prisoner of war. Kids who don't laugh? Kids who don't talk?

Footnote
Poltifact reports that "a 2000 U.S. government-commissioned study that found an 83 percent rate of compliance with court proceedings among asylum seekers who were found to have a credible fear in the expedited removal process. It also showed an 84 percent compliance rate among asylees under minimal supervision, and 78 percent among those who were unsupervised". A program under the Obama Administration program [ended by tRump], the Family Case Management Program, had 630 enrolled families and a "100 percent attendance record at court hearings".

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