POOHEAD189

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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I love Robert E. Lee as a historical figure, but he was a lot more complicated than that. He also believed that blacks shouldn’t have the vote, were inferior to white men and women, and by some accounts was ruthless with how he treated his father’s slaves for a time. He was also a spiteful and petty man, just not in regards to the victory of the Union over the Confederacy. While I agree that the near-sighted perspective of history by the ignorant and uneducated is an issue you cannot just hand-waive all of Lee's problematic issues because he was against confederate statues and the few positive views he had on blacks.

@Inkarnate

He believed they shouldn't vote because they were uneducated, not because they were black, which is why he sought for them to have an education. And I have seen no hard evidence to suggest he was anymore near-sighted when it came to race than anyone else (granted, even most Northerners back then were very racist. There was a reason why the civil rights movement had to happen a century later), especially since those slaves whom he freed seem to hold complete loyalty for him afterwards. Though yes, he could definitely be petty from some of his quotes.

I never claimed he was a perfect man, but there was a reason for former Slaves such as Mack Lee held him in awe, and there were also reasons he wasn't hung as a traitor when the war ended, but was allowed to live in peace, and even had a voice in politics. I'm just against people making him synonymous with a mustache twirling villain when he very much was not.

The Sunday Group

I have to be in bed early tonight because I start classes up again tomorrow.

@FantasyChic

Good luck!

Fresh Meat

Welcome to the Guild!

Between the hammer and the anvil

Kayden let out a sigh as he mounted the horse, very much used to one after having been trained as a boy by his father's Master-At-Arms. This was a fine steed, he could tell. Broken in and with a very smooth coat, strong and healthy. He idly ran his hand over the horse's mane as Wren walked up to join him in admiring the steed. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought she'd been admiring him as well but a few moments ago.

"More or less," he said with a grin, dark eyes meeting hers after a few moments. "I've been on horseback for much of my life. It always pays to have a fine horse to help you in a dangerous situation." The Prince glanced toward Sigmar, and nodded his agreement at the Orcish one's statement. As long as he had his bearings, getting there would be no problem. "Aye, we should be fine." Once that was concluded, he turned back to Wren.

"This is a good horse. If you'd like I could find another, or perhaps we could spare Dulcena a horse and you could ride with me." He said, offering her a hand. He had an attractive look on his face, as if what he offered was their little secret.
@Kelewen

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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That's an indictment of Trump as a poor President (dont hurt me mdk) though, not of anything else

@Andreyich

As a history major who's taken multiple courses and written essays on the civil war, I can tell you now I know that a lot of leftists are into the mob mentality and don't deign to look up facts. Like how Robert E. Lee freed his slaves, petitioned for african americans to gain a good education after the war, and the south would have abolished slavery due to industrialization in 20 years anyway. But instead you have people with no historical studies commenting on the civil war as if they've got a degree.

However, because of that huge mentality that as long as there's millions of them they'll think they're right, it's just hard to talk to them about much of anything until stuff has calmed down. At least we can agree that Trump could have handled that better.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Except that is incomparable, they were pointing out that the left group violence was overlooked by media as a separate matter, even if pertinent. Your friend or this woman deserves your condolences as a victim of beo-nazisn but the cops hut by the left groups somehow don't deserve mention???

@Andreyich

Believe it or not I agree with you. There are BLM peeps who call for the death of policeman. However if Trump wanted to be effective, he should have waited a week or two and provided evidence of radical leftists, rather than pretty much doing what I posted.

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

@POOHEAD189 Your signature picture makes me very happy! Spike is the best.

@Indy Cooper

Thank you! He totes is.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I think it's because, if I walked in and insulted your friend and then punched him. Would you go "hey, Poohead is bad. But so are the leftists."

You'd probably just say "stop it."

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

Present.

The Sunday Group

Manny gave Ellie a wink. "Way ahead of you," he said, giving the others a casual salute as he back stepped out of the meeting room. His long legs moving smoothly over the sleek floor, he practically slid into his office, landing gracefully in his rolling chair. His momentum brought him to his desk, outfitted with a disheveled pile of books, a shitty laptop, a sheathed USMC combat knife, and a mini-fan he often enjoyed in the summer time.

He turned his computer on, but not to do research. He turned on an audio file he had downloaded months ago, a post grunge song by TDG and their new singer called 'The Real You.' Songs that brought a harsh rhythm he enjoyed. It was how the real world actually was. Rough and terrible, but with a certain melodic feeling and pattern. Of course Manny wouldn't describe it in such a way himself. Rather he'd have used far more casual language. 'Hard and rough, but you can dig it."

He let out a breath, and scratched his neck, before he began to pick apart his book stack with a methodical but practiced examination. "Ok," he said under his breath. "What kind of magic would influence some chick like that?" Placing both feet on the table and reclining, he reviewed the tomes he had.

He slipped past the basic tomes of Paracelsus, outlining the basic functions of mystical theory. It helped any journeyman magician to conjure up a small spell, but it was taxing to the very spirit. Either way, it wouldn't tell him what he needed to know. There was no enchanting in the book, at any rate.

The Edda Mystic would do no good. Norse magic didn't apply here, neither did the Anthology of Divinations. He tossed the rejected books back onto the desk, each tome landing roughly in a stack as they had been when he'd first entered the room. No wonder they're such a mess, he could hear Kennedy say in his mind. He snorted, and continued the search.

De Occulta Philosophia was next, and Manny flipped it open. Agrippa Von Nettesheim was an eccentric madman, but undoubtedly brilliant. If it wasn't for his pacts with the underworld and his intense curiosity, he might have actually found immortality. The book Manny thumbed through held secrets that still needed to be researched and formed into concrete spells. As effective of a mystic as Agrippa was, his writings were vague and lacking real forethought in diction. More like random scribbles that provided half insights and fantastical sigils of mystic power that had long since been snuffed out.

He sighed, and tossed it onto the growing pile.

The detective sipped the last bit of his coffee as he eyed the next book, and something in his head clicked. Grimoire of the Order of the Golden Dawn, the system of magic perfected from Levi's Laws of of Magic. Every Greek, Egyptian, and Norse God, along with every spirit name in The Key of Solomon, along with many other medieval Grimoires piled into the collection to create the system of the more modern view of the occult.

He turned to the rituals of enchanting. He realized it could have easily been a practiced sorcerer who had influenced Cassandra by a willed spell, but much more likely they had killed her via a ritual. Particularly if it was her supposedly average boyfriend.

He placed his finger on the page as he read aloud. "An octagon of orange yellow chalk, lamps burning at each corner, boiling snake fat...Incense of mercury smoldering in the censure...accept of us these magical sacrifices, and bestow upon our will those of another and place our spirit upon their head until thy deed is done..."

He bit his tongue as he pondered.

"Well shit, could be it."