The Jacked and Tan Neo-Romans

Well, I could be wrong, but I believe diversity is an old, old wooden ship that was used during the Civil War era.

It must be obvious that a God who creates twenty thousand different species of butterfly alone loves diversity. The Earth is unique and beautiful everywhere! Not only does it have mountains, hills, steppes, deserts, rivers, lakes, coral reefs, oceans, swamps, grasslands, seasonal forests, and rain forests, but hundreds of variations of each, with their own unique sets of bacteria, fungi, plants, and animals living in harmony. Human beings are part of nature, and over time environment, race, and culture all adapt to each other. Tibetans have thinner blood to breathe at high altitude, Africans have high melanin to protect them from the sun, Scandinavians can digest milk as adults, and Bajau have enlarged spleens that let them dive to 200 feet! The Chinese cultivate rice which does best in warm and humid climates, the Greeks eat figs and olives which thrive in the sunny, dry Mediterranean, and the Eskimos thrive on the blubber walruses produce to shield themselves from the cold. The Maasai jump three feet in the air to attract mates, while the Mongols ride horses and hunt with eagles.

Unfortunately all of this diversity is not free. We are always naturally curious about how other people live. What if they are doing it better than we are? The natural impulse is to try to get the best of both worlds. Soon the Italian chefs are making taco pizza while the Chinese are making tofu crepes and the many bright colors mix together into a single uniform gray.

Worse, we are naturally uncomfortable around people who think differently. In the best case, they will simply want to spend their time doing different things that we do not enjoy. In the worst case, we will offend each other and not know how to recover. Even when we can appreciate their qualities, we still feel more comfortable around people who are like us. Enjoyable diversity is therefore a problem of scale and boundaries, and God organizes the Angels in Heaven accordingly.

The angels of each heaven are not together in one place, but are divided into larger and smaller societies in accordance with the differences of good of love and of faith in which they are, those who are in like good forming a single society. Goods in the heavens are in infinite variety, and each angel is as it were his own good.

All this makes clear that all in the heavens are affiliated by good, and are distinguished according to the quality of the good. Nevertheless it is not the angels who thus affiliate themselves, but the Lord, from whom the good is. The Lord leads them, conjoins and separates them, and preserves them in freedom proportionate to their good. Thus he holds everyone in the life of his love and faith, of his intelligence and wisdom, and the resulting happiness.

Again, all who are in like good, even though they have never seen each other before, know each other, just as men in the world do their kinsmen, near relations, and friends; and for the reason that in the other life there are none but spiritual kinships, relationships, and friendships, thus such as spring from love and faith. This it has sometimes been granted me to see, when I have been in the spirit, and thus withdrawn from the body, and in the society of angels. Some of those I then saw seemed as if I had known them from childhood, but others as if not known at all. Those whom I seemed to have known from childhood were such as were in a state similar to that of my spirit; but those who seemed unknown were in a dissimilar state.

All the societies of heaven have communication with one another, though not by open conversation; for few go out of their own society into another, since going out of their own society is like going away from themselves or from their own life, and passing into another life which is less congenial. But all the societies communicate by an extension of the sphere that goes forth from the life of each. This sphere of the life is the sphere of the affections of love and faith. This sphere extends itself far and wide into the surrounding societies, and farther and wider in proportion as the affections are the more interior and perfect.

Industrial globalism has aggressively smashed racial, cultural, and religious barriers everywhere with disastrous results. Everyone has culturally appropriated each other until the entire developed world is now a planet of clones that watches the same movies, plays the same games, trades the same megacorp stocks, discusses the same problems on the same social media sites, eats at the same chain restaurants, and wears the same suits and t-shirts in a single endless suburban strip mall.

All of this forced diversity has also caused a corresponding amount of friction. Western megacorps, intelligence agencies, and 'aid' constantly exploit Africa's natural resources, while Pakistani Muslims rape British girls by the thousands. Efforts to integrate enslaved Blacks into American society have failed miserably for sixty years. Minneapolis is now an outpost of Somali day care pirates, while Canada is being swarmed by Indians who openly flaunt their plans to replace native Canadians.

Deep rooted prejudices entertained by the whites; ten thousand recollections, by the blacks, of the injuries they have sustained; new provocations; the real distinctions which nature has made; and many other circumstances, will divide us into parties, and produce convulsions which will probably never end but in the extermination of the one or the other race.

If industrial globalism's garbage scale and boundaries are making everyone miserable and destroying real diversity, the obvious solution is to turn back the clock, unmelt the pot, and return everyone to their original lands. Unfortunately, the practical problems of remigration have always been beyond the abilities of even the greatest men. Washington gradually came to dislike slavery, but he could not legally free the slaves of his wife's estate, and freeing his own would break up many families.

A national level remigration would be extremely chaotic, and with so much at stake, no one will ever agree where to draw the racial lines. Europeans never thought of themselves as White: they were British, Dutch, French, Italian, German, Spanish, and more. Even within the modern United Kingdom, there are still significant racial tensions between the English, Scots, Welsh, and Irish. Fiercely ethnocentric Indians who return to India magically become Punjabis, Bengalis, and Tamils rather than Bharat patriots. On the other hand, we could divide humanity into only two races along roughly the 30th parallel (New Orleans / Cairo / Delhi / Shanghai), and refer to the lighter skinned, lower time preference Northerners, and the darker skinned, higher time preference, slightly more populous Southerners.

My first impulse would be to free all the slaves, and send them to Liberia — to their own native land. But a moment’s reflection would convince me that whatever of high hope (as I think there is) there may be in this, in the long run, its sudden execution is impossible.

The actual history of Liberia was eerily similar to the original colonization of America. The Kru and Grebo natives did not welcome former slaves as their long lost brothers; they refused to convert to Christianity and immediately began raiding the new settlements. The 'Black' settlers retained their western clothes and created an apartheid state that was not fully dissolved until 1980!

In fact the whole idea of letting your enemies live to raid you again merely because they look or cook differently is an utterly ludicrous affront to natural selection. Lions and hippos do not confine themselves to Africa out of concern for ecological diversity; they desperately exert every sinew to survive! Conscious diversity can only come from a place of overwhelming strength, and thus the conversation about diversity has always really been a conversation about White Supremacy and its implications. Are BIPOCs actually capable of civilization? If they are, how can they protest conquest and imperialism? They are merely the losers in the game of life. If they are not, how can they protest conquest and imperialism? They were unable to stand on their own anyway. And now that everyone agrees that European imperialism has failed miserably, what is the alternative to a bloody racial battle royale?

No one has principled answers, so the political conversation thus became a practical one between the Conservatives who wanted a colorblind meritocracy that would force former slaves to adapt or remain at the bottom of society and the Liberals who wanted programs to support them. In the Sixties the Liberals won and the Great Society began. Unfortunately, the Liberal strategy had a fatal flaw: were it ever successful, they would be out of power!

The white liberal differs from the white conservative only in one way: the liberal is more deceitful than the conservative. The liberal is more hypocritical than the conservative. Both want power, but the white liberal is the one who has perfected the art of posing as the Negro's friend and benefactor; and by winning the friendship, allegiance, and support of the Negro, the white liberal is able to use the Negro as a pawn or tool in this political "football game" that is constantly raging between the white liberals and white conservatives. Politically the American Negro is nothing but a football and the white liberals control this mentally dead ball through tricks of tokenism: false promises of integration and civil rights.

The result has been an endless flood of self-contradictory propaganda attempting to justify expanding the racist bureaucracy to rein in the racist bureaucracy. White and Jewish Liberals do not take this propaganda seriously because the Great Society can only be White Supremacist at its core, but BIPOCs are not happy with being labeled children whose only value is being eternally broken so that Liberals can enjoy high salaries to not fix their problems. From their perspective this flood of inflammatory rhetoric is actually true, and they are becoming increasingly enraged with their token gains.

In multiracial societies, you don't vote in accordance with your economic interests and social interests, you vote in accordance with race and religion.

Exploding racial tensions suit our elites just fine! Who wins when the average peasant does not vote according to their own economic interests? The bankers can continue looting undisturbed, the government has an even clearer reason for its social programs, and our elites can effectively collect war profits in peacetime. When so many people have an active financial interest in continuing the status quo, remigration moves from extraordinarily hard to outright impossible. So Blacks are enraged because they are not getting enough handouts, White Conservatives are enraged at constant Black violence, and White Liberals are enraged that Conservatives do not want to support their programs, but no one has any serious solutions, so the pressure has gradually built to a boil.

Only God has the overwhelming power and wisdom necessary to select and enforce effective scale and boundaries for joyful human diversity. Ecological diversity is the divine solution; killing and enslaving your enemies before they can do the same to you is the human solution. The great question is therefore what the hell was God thinking when He created this mess? And as soon as we ask this question we faceplant directly into White Supremacy again, because inferiority is not diversity. The natural world is so incredible because all of the different ecosystems have their own beauty and wonder, but when your neighbor builds a junkyard next to your house, you do not praise its diversity! You tell him to clean that shit up.

But anyone who agrees to sail under God's flag faceplants into a massive problem: He wants war, suffering, failure, and death! And in particular, God wants everyone to be strong, not be carried by a few Heroes or Bodhisattvas. It is very difficult for kings and priests to demand that the people overcome their own life challenges because their primary job is to help the people! Understanding problems is objective and theoretical, but fixing them is subjective and practical, which makes it very difficult to acquire the confidence required to demand a fair level of suffering from everyone, especially when your political opponents are simply lying through their teeth and promising easy solutions.

God wants an intense athletic training camp interspersed with massive natural disasters and recessions so that we can learn how to handle all of these difficult cases. We cannot lift your weights for you; all we can do is show you how we lift our own. And when you refuse to handle your own problems, He will demand that we flog you with a rod of iron - which will actually be lifting our weights, because the justice required is so delicate!

No one is particularly enthusiastic about any of this, so God has begun the Iron Age by casting down His chosen rulers entirely and showing people the alternative to His training program: being ruled by the Dark Lords and feuding Houses and handling the resulting friction entirely on our own. This grueling period is now almost over, and God is once again gathering His mighty Priest-Kings, heroic Captains, fearless Knights, and stout Soldiers under His banner - but not for peace on Earth. The Iron Age will continue! It must be obvious that the average person is nowhere near able to handle the sacrifices required for eternal life with God in Heaven.

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said: "Who is this who darkens counsel by words without knowledge? Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me. "Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell Me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements? Surely you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? To what were its foundations fastened? Or who laid its cornerstone, when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy? "Or who shut in the sea with doors, when it burst forth and issued from the womb; when I made the clouds its garment, and thick darkness its swaddling band; when I fixed My limit for it, and set bars and doors; when I said, 'This far you may come, but no farther, and here your proud waves must stop!'

The warrior said nothing, for his mouth was full. Then he swallowed... and then he spoke! Enough talk, let's fight! Shakapui! He was so deadly in fact that his enemies would go blind from over exposure to pure awesomeness!

They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war I shall forge them. They shall be of iron will and steely sinew. In great armour I shall clad them and with the mightiest weapons shall they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe will best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity. They are my Space Marines...and they shall know no fear.

I had been glamorizing that memory, I realized, dwelling only on the joy of His presence. But when I recalled it honestly, there had been much in that 'other realm' that was frankly hideous, scenes of agony worse than anything even in the train wreck of St.-Valery. I had told myself that I wanted to leave this earth because I had seen a better place. But that wasn't true I began to realize: the afterworld I had glimpsed was both infinitely brighter than this one, and infinitely more savage and terrible. Why hadn't the evil side of that world crushed my spirit - as the negatives of this world had done?

I had started reading the Bible, back in my tent, and one day I came to a Psalm that seemed to help. "If I ascend to Heaven," I read in Psalm 139, "thou art there. If I make my bed in Sheol, thou art there!" Of course, that was the answer: Jesus had been there, in those scenes of Sheol. It was His light, His compassion in which I was seeing the awfulness, and that shed a ray of hope, even in hell.

Although it is also an expression of God's bliss and creativity, Earth is ultimately a school where His children learn to overcome friction and negative energy, and its diverse ecological and cultural environments are perfect for developing different strengths, just like a gym contains weight machines, treadmills, swimming pools, and more. The long, cold, dark European winters emphasize collective discipline, compassion, planning, and general group harmony, while fertile but unpredictably dangerous Africa emphasizes great physical strength, virility, and savage individual indifference to losses. God wants His children to have both! With trillions of Angels involved in the construction and maintenance of the Earth, He expects us to be able to work together, but also to work period, and sometimes to fight, and to patiently endure inevitable setbacks.

The curse of every ancient civilization was that its men in the end became unable to fight. Materialism, luxury, safety, even sometimes an almost modern sentimentality, weakened the fibre of each civilized race in turn; each became in the end a nation of pacifists, and then each was trodden under foot by some ruder people that had kept that virile fighting power the lack of which makes all other virtues useless and sometimes even harmful.

And as we prayed, suddenly there appeared two men [Moses and Elijah] standing before the Lord towards the East, on whom we were not able to look, for there came forth from their countenance a ray as of the sun, and their raiment was shining, such as eye of man never saw; for no mouth is able to express or heart to conceive the glory with which they were endued, and the beauty of their appearance. And as we looked upon them, we were astounded; for their bodies were whiter than any snow and ruddier than any rose, and the red thereof was mingled with the white, and I am utterly unable to express their beauty, for their hair was curly and bright and seemly both on their face and shoulders, as it were a wreath woven of spikenard and divers-coloured flowers, or like a rainbow in the sky, such was their seemliness.

Seeing therefore their beauty we became astounded at them, since they appeared suddenly. And I approached the Lord and said: Who are these? He saith to me: These are your brethren the righteous, whose forms ye desired to see. And I said to him: And where are all the righteous ones and what is the aeon in which they are and have this glory? And the Lord showed me a very great country outside of this world, exceeding bright with light, and the air there lighted with the rays of the sun, and the earth itself blooming with unfading flowers and full of spices and plants, fair-flowering and incorruptible and bearing blessed fruit. And so great was the perfume that it was borne thence even unto us. And the dwellers in that place were clad in the raiment of shining angels and their raiment was like unto their country; and angels hovered about them there. And the glory of the dwellers there was equal, and with one voice they sang praises alternately to the Lord God, rejoicing in that place. The Lord saith to us: This is the place of your high-priests, the righteous men.

Having stood there a long time in much dread, not knowing what to do, which way to turn, or what end I might expect, on a sudden I heard behind me the noise of a most hideous and wretched lamentation, and at the same time a loud laughing, as of a rude multitude insulting captured enemies. When that noise, growing plainer, came up to me, I observed a gang of evil spirits dragging the howling and lamenting souls of men into the midst of the darkness, whilst they themselves laughed and rejoiced. Among those men, as I could discern, there was one shorn like a clergyman, a layman, and a woman. The evil spirits that dragged them went down into the midst of the burning pit; and as they went down deeper, I could no longer distinguish between the lamentation of the men and the laughing of the devils, yet I still had a confused sound in my ears. In the meantime, some of the dark spirits ascended from that flaming abyss, and running forward, beset me on all sides, and much perplexed me with their glaring eyes and the stinking fire which proceeded from their mouths and nostrils; and threatened to lay hold on me with burning tongs, which they had in their hands, yet they durst not touch me, though they frightened me. Being thus on all sides enclosed with enemies and darkness, and looking about on every side for assistance, there appeared behind me, on the way that I came, as it were, the brightness of a star shining amidst the darkness; which increased by degrees, and came rapidly towards me: when it drew near, all those evil spirits, that sought to carry me away with their tongs, dispersed and fled. He, whose approach put them to flight, was the same that led me before; who, then turning towards the right began to lead me, as it were, towards the south-east, and having soon brought me out of the darkness, conducted me into an atmosphere of clear light.

The second problem is that after decades of intense propaganda White Nationalism can no longer be conceptually separated from White Supremacy, Manifest Destiny, European Imperialism, Nazism, and Evil. The British or Germans can reasonably demand their countries back, but Americans can't, since we conquered ours from the Natives a mere two centuries ago. If we assert our right to do so, where does it stop? Worse, European Imperialism was so effective precisely because it was the most gentle form of bloody world conquest one could imagine, with many economic advantages for the colonized people that partially compensated them for their loss of sovereignty. But now that it has failed so miserably, what is the alternative? If Europeans cannot civilize Africans and Asians, and we do not want to fight them forever, we must eradicate and replace them. Obviously brown people are very unenthusiastic about this! But Whites are almost as unhappy; at best it means wading in an unfathomable amount of blood for centuries, and without the huge technological advantages of the Age of Discovery it is quite likely we would lose anyway.

The third problem is that White Nationalism is actually Black-coded. The physical strength, virility, manual labor, and savage indifference they seek is trained most naturally in dangerous but fertile Africa, and directly opposes the understanding, compassion, and harmony needed to collectively survive cold and dark Europe. It is not easy to blend the two, because the entire point of intelligence and harmony is to avoid things that are painful and dangerous! Just look at professional basketball. The 80s and 90s NBA was great precisely because it was so Black. Games were decided by strong men imposing their will. The modern league is far more technically skilled in every area, but it isn't as fun to watch because it doesn't have the same savagery. Even worse, most historical examples of European vitality lead directly back into White Supremacy.

But anyone who agrees to sail under God's flag faceplants into a massive problem: He wants war, suffering, failure, and death! And in particular, God wants everyone to be strong, not be carried by a few Heroes or Bodhisattvas. It is very difficult for kings and priests to demand that the people overcome their own life challenges because their primary job is to help the people! Understanding problems is objective and theoretical, but fixing them is subjective and practical, which makes it very difficult to acquire the confidence required to demand a fair level of suffering from everyone, especially when your political opponents are simply lying through their teeth and promising easy solutions.

God wants an intense athletic training camp interspersed with massive natural disasters and recessions so that we can learn how to handle all of these difficult cases. We cannot lift your weights for you; all we can do is show you how we lift our own. And when you refuse to handle your own problems, He will demand that we flog you with a rod of iron - which will actually be lifting our weights, because the justice required is so delicate!

No one is particularly enthusiastic about any of this, so God has begun the Iron Age by casting down His chosen rulers entirely and showing people the alternative to His training program: being ruled by the Dark Lords and feuding Houses and handling the resulting friction entirely on our own. This grueling period is now almost over, and God is once again gathering His mighty Priest-Kings, heroic Captains, fearless Knights, and stout Soldiers under His banner - but not for peace on Earth. The Iron Age will continue! It must be obvious that the average person is nowhere near able to handle the sacrifices required for eternal life with God in Heaven.

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.

The error here is lying under the word 'only'. War is inextricably linked with beauty and pleasure, without which there would be nothing worth fighting for, and the creation of which immediately immediately results in friction. If Earth is not also beautiful and pleasant, boot camp is impossible, and this means it must also be diverse - but with well designed scale and boundaries.

Here in America, God's mighty Priest-Kings and heroic Captains will demand universal Ploinkism and the final and supreme flower of Christianity, the religion of intelligent sacrifice. Religious freedom was the Founding Fathers' greatest mistake; it is simply too painful to be tolerated. This was not immediately apparent because when Alice is a Anglican, Bob is a Presbyterian, Cathy is a Methodist, and Dave is a Quaker, they can manage to get along. But when Alice believes she is a member of God's Chosen People, Bob believes God revoked His covenant with Alice, Cathy thinks they are both wrong and worshipping idols, Dave is sure all three are members of a bizarre, genital mutilating desert cult, Eleanor demands that everyone stop burning fossil fuels to preserve the planet, and Fred believes that everyone must stand six feet apart to guarantee his personal safety, peaceful coexistence is impossible. No one will opt in to boot camp unless they understand how and why it works.

Racial diversity is also quite painful, especially after years of forced multiculturalism and racial tensions, and only an idiot would deliberately build a team from people who hate each other. But these racial decisions will not be black and white! God's heroic Captains will not check family trees for generations; they will be looking for strong, intelligent, hard-working, virtuous people who basically look like each other, and He will intervene where necessary to get the teams He wants. This process will gradually forge the new American Jacked and Tan Neo-Roman race. It is hardly surprising that race mixing, which combines solutions from two different local maximums, frequently produces inferior outcomes. The elite crime families, obsessed with the purity of their bloodlines, would obviously attempt to pollute the bloodlines of others. ‘One drop of wine in mud is still mud. One drop of mud in wine ruins the wine.’ But evolution is the great refiner! There are already some successes, and thousands of years in a competitive environment will find a new local maximum. The Jacked and Tan Neo-Romans will probably be around 90% European, but somewhat darker to handle America's lower latitudes, more athletic, and more savage.

Then Ilúvatar spoke, and he said: ‘Mighty are the Ainur, and mightiest among them is Melkor; but that he may know, and all the Ainur, that I am Ilúvatar, those things that ye have sung, I will show them forth, that ye may see what ye have done. And thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.’

The division of America into smaller, less economically dependent Cities will allow everyone to enjoy diversity without concern for negative consequences, so over time America will become more like Europe, with many diverse subraces and cultures all living in harmony with our different landscapes. Since this is what God wants, the Jacked and Tan Neo-Romans will claim America via direct Divine Right rather than Manifest Destiny cope, and God will take personal responsibility for drawing the racial lines according to His wisdom. The result will be American Exceptionalism rather than European Imperialism. Americans will be focused on their own gains; rent seeking only makes you weak. The result will be a sort of unintentional genocide. Those who join God's boot camp, train hard, and support each other, will soon tower over those who do not, who will find themselves utterly unable to compete, and either reverse immigrate or die.

A substantial fraction of Africans and African-Americans have simply jumped the shark historically.

A substantial fraction of African-Americans, maybe even most, are going to die. Many are devout Christians, and God will never abandon them - but they will abandon Him, because He will demand forgiveness for slavery. Even if the Civil Rights movement was hijacked by virtue-signaling liberals in its infancy, the average American made a tremendous effort to move on from slavery for a solid half a century. Over the past decade it has become clear that nothing will ever be good enough for American Blacks. Things go wrong in Heaven, just as they do on Earth, and God will not accept anyone clinging to ancient grudges when He is trying to clean up. Nor will He accept their resentment of Him for allowing slavery in the first place. The Jacked and Tan Neo-Romans will represent a return to Southern Cavalier vitalism. We are going to ruthlessly exclude niggers from our communities, and if they show up to cause trouble, they will be shown the way home with as much violence as is necessary, until they are forced to understand that they were never the engine of America's growth, but a weight around its neck, and that resentment is a weapon that kills its wielder, not its intended target.

He who is free from the chains of selfishness, and whose mind is free from any ill will, even if he kills all these warriors he kills them not and he is free.

Nevertheless, I expect the ultimate legacy of slavery to be very positive, because those who do forgive are going to bring American Exceptionalism back to Africa (and perhaps Brazil) with them. If the Jacked and Tan Neo-Romans will be mostly Europeans attempting to assimilate African virtues, the Refined and Relentless Afro-Titans (perhaps they will choose a better name!) will be mostly Africans attempting to assimilate European virtues. Northern Africa has always been dominated by Europeans, so no one knows what a truly African civilization actually looks like. But we are going to find out, because the Western megacorps and intelligence agencies and 'aid' will all be withdrawn, and Africans will have to stand on their own. I imagine it as a very passionate place, with a strong honor culture that ruthlessly punishes physical weakness, effortless connection to nature, intense peacocking sexuality, a strict theocracy, and limited but durable technology. It probably won't have running water, but neither did Versailles, and Louis the XIV still went down in history as the Sun King.

Obviously there is considerable overlap between White Nationalism and Jacked and Tan Neo-Roman Nationalism - but there are also very important differences. I have only one message for the incontinent resentful goblins of the Fake News: Respect my prounouns, faggots! One of my side quests is to become the first person to fund a trillion dollars of Händel concerts entirely through defamation lawsuits. Nazi words like racist are always inherently and intentionally false; they are both a motte and bailey fallacy and a slippery slope fallacy, and their only purpose is intimidation. We cannot have a serious conversation about race until we abandon the n-words.

If the races were a DND party, the Black man would be the Warrior, the White the Cleric, the Oriental the Wizard, and the Indian carries their provisions. Just kidding! They do not realize that the Indian is really the Rogue who plans on stripping them of their valuables and then selling them out to the nearest goblin warlord as soon as they rest!

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