On the coming blood

Posted in Why So Serious? on November 12, 2016 by Misanthropic Mom's Group

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With blood coming out of my eyes
do I cry too much?
do I take it too personally?
don’t I look trustworthy?
am I too aggressive?
am I unprofessional?
am I not likable?

With blood coming out of my mouth
do I not SMILE?!
am I too angry?
do I Sound Shrill?
am I too motherfucking crude?
am I not Lady Like?

With blood coming from my breast
am I not strong enough?
do I have the “stamina?”
do I care too much?
or too little?
or just not in the right way?
am I not relatable?

With blood coming out of my wrists
with blood pooling in my hands
have I not used them well enough for you?
have I reached too high?
have I not carried enough children?
have I not carried enough water?
are they stained with the blood of innocents?
do you not believe?
that I bleed for them myself?
every damned day?
am I not responsible?

With blood coming from my… wherever…
from between my legs?
from betwixt my thighs?
from my dark, secret, terrifying, hysteria?
from my irrational womanhood?
bleeding from my lying, death dealing, bloody handed Cunt?
from my treacherous, uncontrollable VAGINA?
am I not WELCOMING enough?
do I wear the wrong clothes?
do I not wear enough clothes?
did it mean I askedforitwanteditlikedit? DESERVED. IT. i deserved it.
do I remind you of your mother?
or your daughter?
did I REFUSE to be a mother?
without permission?
did I REFUSE entry?
to your conservative christian Values?
to your cock
to your semen
to your TRANS…vaginal…ultra…SOUND?
to your idea of what it means to SOUND like a leader?
like a woman?
to BE a woman?
did I refuse to refuse?
refuse to be CLAIMED as property?
Broken. Property. Refuse.
a Fallen madonna who Stepped
QUITE deliberately, and with Malice Aforethought, STEPPED
off of her pedestal
OUT OF HER CAGE.
who didn’t Know Her Place?
does my power diminish you?
do you BELIEVE that it is illegitimate, illegal, ill-timed?
am I ILL CONCEIVED?
am I too old too fat too ugly too prudish too slutty too quiet too LOUD too ABRASIVE too pretty too damned much TOO Power Hungry? TOO HUNGRY.
am I just. too. god. damned. tired?
am I NOT FUCKING FUCKIBLE?

are my tears not enough?
are my words not enough?
is my love not enough?
is my work not enough?
is my blood not enough?
is my Life Not ENOUGH?

Well.
then Fuck You.
no really. Fuck You and the horse you rode in on.

I am your grandmother who loved you.
I am your mother who bled for you.
I am your lover who trusted you.
I am your daughter who deserves more from you.

and if you do not
if you Can Not
If you WILL NOT?

The answer is phrased in the form of a question.

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* For those of you who want to see the actual poem laid out in a way that WordPress won’t do and find the colors distracting.

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Trump’s America

Posted in Mostly Snarky on November 10, 2016 by Misanthropic Mom's Group

 

Trump’s America… Hmmm…

 

Weekly televised talks, “Address! The! Nation!” Claimed to be live, but actually carefully edited by his handlers to make some sort of sense. The cabinet runs the country in constant competition with the VP’s office. Every week or so one side leaks something damaging about the other, leading to an incredible rate of turn over. Julian Assange has grown bored with him, but a new site called LeakyLeaks springs up to release leaked details. Assange provides proof that it is owned by the Trump organization and run by Roger Ailles. No one cares.

 

At one point or another each of his adult children (except Tiffany of course) will fill the post of chief of staff. An infotainment show called “Scandal! in the White House!” premiers during the midseason break for cable shows. It is immensely popular, despite the fact that it is wholly owned by TrumpTV. The fans don’t care. It is somewhere between a NewsMag show and “The Osbournes.” This hour long show airs on Thursday nights at 8pm and combines about 7-10 minutes of commentary on who has been hired and fired interspersed with clips from Trump’s weekly Address! The! Nation! show and interviews with the crowd of women who have a semi-permanent encampment just outside of the White House.

 

Some of those women, “The Troupies!” as they have become known, become famous to the point that a spinoff show, “I Love Donald”, is devoted to documenting their rivalries. Every week the producers introduce some sort of competition, just to keep things fresh. The ratings hit their highpoint at the second season finale in which a cat fight between 50ish aging socialite Sukie and 24 year old, ex Vidalia Onion Queen, Amber causes three out of four breast implants to rupture.

 

Eight months later Sukie has written a tell all book which include some very salacious scenes involving Gary Busey, an eggplant, and seven bottles of Newman’s Own Red Wine Vinaigrette.

 

Amber is the star of her own show, “Amber Goes to College”, a reality show chronicling her time at Georgia State on a Trump Scholarship which includes fabulous accommodations, a personal car and driver, three separate tutors, a personal chef and $1,000 weekly spending money in addition to books and tuition. It is cancelled mid-season. Later Amber sues the Trump Foundation when she discovers that the “Scholarship” was actually a student loan and she now owes over $350,000 at 19.9%(variable) interest.

 

Oh. Yeah. Trade deals are made pitting India and China against one another to the point that relations are in a nuclear standoff. Indian troops have seized control of Nepal and frequent skirmishes break out with Chinese troops holding Tibet. White House Press Secretary Scott Baio (Oct. 2-19, 2018) refers to Nepal as “an African country?” during a live press conference.

 

All US troops leave Iraq, Afghanistan and Syria by March 1, 2017. On May 7, 2017 they are redeployed to hold the borders of the EU against ISIS. There is talk during July, 2017 of a deployment to northern Africa to hold the southern borders, but it is agreed behind closed doors that Africa is expendable. On July 22 leaked video of that conversation airs on LeakyLeaks. This not only debuts LeakyLeaks on the world stage, it is the first in a long series of power grabs by the Office of the Vice President. Over the four years of Trump’s presidency there will be 22 separate instances of these, but they all prove short lived. This is most likely due to the VP’s obsession with abortion, and failed attempts pushing through a nominee for what eventually total five empty seats on the Supreme Court. Polls showed most viewers thought this was “a downer”, “boring”, and “not as fun as Trump.”

 

The economy is uneven with some state’s unemployment as high as 9.3% while a few boast rates as low as 1.2%. HUD Director Ann Coulter institutes “Movin’ On Up To Happiness!” loans to help displaced workers relocate. The MOUTH and larger BIGMOUTH loans are structured like student debt and cannot be relieved. Initially the MOUTH program boasts huge successes, leading to the creation of the later BIGMOUTH program. The latter offered loans of up to $1million to help struggling families get back on their feet. Areas like California’s Silicon Valley react with panic at the influx of low skilled workers pouring into their already tight housing markets. Local laws are passed limiting how close to urban centers the Mouthers may settle and live. By the time these laws are declared unconstitutional by a rare 3-1 vote by the Supreme Court a halo of shanty towns surrounds nearly every metropolitan area with a (formerly) robust economy.

 

68% of MOUTH, and 85% of BIGMOUTH loans default leading to paired market bubbles and crashes. Defaulters are declared to be in breach of law, however there is no consensus on what will be done with them. A token number are imprisoned, but even with the huge construction projects to build new facilities, there is nowhere near room for all of them. Most states pass laws to allow defaulters to avoid prison so long as they keep up a modest repayment record. These people, mostly minorities, agree to the terms almost unanimously although doing so means that they are reclassified as “Resident Non-Alien Non-Citizens.” NANCies give up the right to vote, own property, take out loans, and in Arizona, the right to a driver’s license.

 

Every year tax rebate checks are sent to every (citizen) household. These are timed to coincide with Black Friday sales. Prices for Chinese made electronics hit record lows. Battery powered wifi enabled televisions hit stores at affordable rates. Even homes without access to electricity or running water can have televisions. Hefty batteries mean these TV’s only need charging once a week, even while serving as charging stations for phones, laptops, or other accessories. Walmart offers low cost charging stations in nearly every neighborhood, and since the Trump Administration signed off on the WiFi Lifeline act, free wifi is considered a basic human right.

 

ObamaCare is repealed in February 2017 and replaced GoodCents Health Savings plans. Individuals without employer sponsored healthcare are eligible to put away pre-tax money in an HSA, and depending on income the government will match between 2-9% annually. HSA Account money needs to be used within any calendar year or it reverts to the government with a 19% processing fee paid to the bank. Individuals are free to use this money to either purchase their own healthcare insurance on the new nationwide network of insurers, or to simply use it to pay their medical bills. People are now free to shop around, whether it be for an insurance plan or an MRI. They are now able to select their own team of surgeons, anesthesiologists, and nurses for their next bypass surgery.

 

Contrary to initial fears about civil liberties most Americans barely notice any changes as the Trump Administration goes on. We still have freedom of the Press. In fact, certain select journalists are given new, unfettered access to the various branches of government, and except for a single review for reasons of national security, are free to print or air whatever they like. Major newspapers are, of course, also required to submit to review before press, but that is considered a small price to pay for security from terrorism. This has the positive effect of creating an environment rife with opportunities for the up and coming citizen journalist. Every year Breitbart sponsors a contest to award the best new independent journalist. C-Span is taken off the air. No one notices.

 

Americans report that they feel better and more optimistic about the future free of the constant babble about the goings on in Washington. Most conservative voters feel plenty informed by the various weekly offerings from TrumpTVFoxNewsCo. Liberal voters continue to get their information from The Daily Show or Late Night with Stephen Colbert (which are still on the air, which proves Americans still have freedoms.) The sausage making of government is best left to the elected representatives, and on the increasingly rare occasion that a budget is passed or a bill is signed into law they have a press conference. “But really when you think about it,” says Debbie Clayton of Scranton, PA. “We’ve had over 200 years of laws passed. It makes sense that they would’ve covered most everything by now. We don’t need a lot of new laws. We were doing just fine the way we were. We probably shouldn’t even keep paying for that Congress anymore. We should just let the states take care of their own business and let the President run things like we elected him to.” Judging by the positive feedback in the comments section for “I Love Donald” after Ms. Clayton’s interview was aired, a majority of Americans feel the same.

 

Presidential approval ratings hit their highest point in early 2018, when during a Congressional Recess, president Trump signed an executive order legalizing marijuana for recreational use in all 50 states and Puerto Rico. Prisoners serving time in federal prisons for marijuana offenses were given the offer of release with the offense cleared from their record if they are able to pay back the government for costs incurred during incarceration. Special MOUTH loans were made available to family and friends at only 5% down.

 

President Trump is quoted as saying, “We’re covering the costs of the police, the trials, all of that. Because what they did, it’s okay now. Even though they knew they were illegal when they did it, but that’s all okay now. We just ask for the costs. Just like the rent and food they would have been paying for if, you know, they never got arrested for doing the illegal. It’s only fair that they should be paying their own way. The American people shouldn’t have to pay for these people’s, their rent. And the guards. We have fabulous people as guards. The best. But the best people, you know, you have to pay them. So it just seems fair that these people who were doing the, at the time, the illegals. They should pay for that.”

 

“This is why America, it’s the greatest country on earth. In the universe. Because we can always make a deal.”

Confirmation Bias

Posted in Um, Seriously Snarky? No. Snarkily Serious. on July 26, 2016 by Misanthropic Mom's Group

Posted the below on Jim Wright’s page. It ran a tad long. Some people seemed to like it. I thought I’d put it here as well.

If social media were the real world, Bernie Sanders would have won the primary election by so much that they would have simply called off the general and carried him into Washington by passing him from back to back, shoulder to shoulder. He would have literally crowd surfed into the capitol. And then his brown robed sparrows would have scourged Congress. After which they would make Hillary walk naked and barefoot through the country, while pelting her with dung.

If social media were the real world the two major parties would be the Greens and the Libertarians. But they would still only poll at about 4% each because 92% of the country are strong Independents with a capital I.

Then again if social media were the real world Donald Trump would simply co-opt the military, and with it at his back he would cross the Delaware to make his Triumphal March. The true believers would rise up from their chains in every crevice and holler and they would TAKE BACK their country! Take it back to when, I’m not sure. It looks like 1952, but 1852 might be more likely. The PureBlooded Americans would drive out the mud bloods to the furthest corners of the globe, and then build a wall! The best Wall! A wall forged of the elements, and as high as the truest believer’s heart flag will fly. The bad people would quail before our might and scuttle back where they belong. And if they still won’t behave? We’ll bomb them into the stone age. A stone age which is definitely no more than 6,000 years ago.

If social media were the real world, then Welcome to Nightvale would be a documentary.

If social media were the real world, the loudest people would not merely represent a tenth of a percent. They would each and every one of them represent an army. A multitude. Every campaign event would mirror the general population, and not be a self selecting skewed sample, making the participants believe that they are more popular than they actually are. Opinions traded back and forth in tiny closed bubbles would actually be fact. Reading it on the internet would actually make it true.

On social media, the loudest people comment on every post. And then comment on every comment. They say the same things over and over, and then comment on how popular their opinion is. They either only talk to people who agree with them, or those diametrically opposed. They think it is a debate when they state their opinions as fact until someone questions them. Then they either keep yelling the same things, or disengage and walk away, only to pop up elsewhere to repeat the performance. If social media were the real world, we would all live in walled communities of common opinion. Like a Neil Stephenson novel, only with more ideology and less pizza delivery.

But here is the thing. In the world of social media, those who are silent do not exist. And those that are loud exist in outsized measure. In the real world, most people don’t bother to argue. Most people have problems that concern them far more than social media political purity. They don’t go to rallies. They don’t answer the phone when the polls call. If they follow Jim, they mostly keep quiet as a mouse and watch it all go by. The loudest voices often do not represent them at all.

In the real world they all have exactly one vote.

Gifted

Posted in Mostly Snarky, Um, Seriously Snarky? No. Snarkily Serious. on July 26, 2016 by Misanthropic Mom's Group

Thank you San Francisco, for giving me the gift of an experience today.

And thank you Mr. Junkie Man for unapologetically shooting up into his own leg, after casually pulling his pant leg up past his knee, all the while carrying on a conversation with someone who I can only assume was a friend or colleague. Thank you for doing it right on the sidewalk of Hyde, right between Turk and Eddy. Thank you for showing my kids a little unvarnished reality in the midst of their mostly privileged lives. I know that THEY didn’t find it a particularly pleasant experience, akin to watching a predator disembowel and eat prey. Only with more pathos. More like a one legged pigeon struggling with half of a buffalo wing. But I digress.

I myself am grateful to be able to check off another box on my life experience list.

Witness junkie shooting up: Check!

Spot trans hookers: Check!

Be mistaken for a hooker: Check! (Life Tip. Don’t stand on the corner of Capp and 18th for more than 10 minutes, even if you are waiting for a cab. Even at 2pm. Unless you want the bucket list item, in which case, different Life Tip.)

Buy drugs on the street in New York City. Just like the movies!: Check!

Having the police escort your 12 year old son home at 2:30 am: Check !  Which leads to…

Baby’s first police report: Check!  (His phone was stolen on the bus coming home from a movie. He did the right thing and went to the police.*)

Also it is nice to see that my city has not completely succumbed to gentrification, faux “dive bars”, and pre-distressed clothing. Definitely a Keeping it 100 moment. I wonder what gifts my city will bring me next?

 

* Not a viable option for black children.

The Cake is a lie.

Posted in Why So Serious? on July 26, 2016 by Misanthropic Mom's Group
I started to write a simple comment on someones Facebook post, but it grew outsized enough that it would have been a little embarrassing to post it there and hijack the comments section for my own theoretical musings. The topic of discussion was progressives who say they will vote for Trump so that we can just tear it all down and start over, and how practical those plans for starting over might be. My own husband was (is) a bitterly angry Bernie supporter. So I have had the last year to think about this. Rather than, you know, TALK about it. Because that leads to arguments. *sigh*

There is something about this revolution that seems to tap a deep seated vein of furious anger in white, middle class, progressive males. I know the revolution is legion and composed of a kaleidoscope of parts. It is just that the part that is of interest to me is the part that I have to live with: a forty-six year old male whose DNA harkens from northern European, melanin deprived regions. Born and raised in the suburbs of Silicon Valley, Bachelor’s degree at 22 from UC back when you could actually come out of there without a mountain of student loan debt. Has worked fairly steady over the years, but with a work history punctuated by layoffs and shuttered start-ups. (There is this particularly irritating ethos around Silicon Valley that anyone with an idea, a computer, and a copy of Coding for Dummies can have their own startup. And yes most of them fail, but those failures are really successes because of all you have learned! None of this takes into account the lives of the employees of these companies. The ones who now have no job. And no savings as they had been being paid a low salary with a promise of stock options. But the idea of Failure as a virtue is so prevalent that every year in San Francisco they hold FailCon, where presumably one can network with other energetic failures who feel light as a feather now that they don’t have payroll to worry about.)

So funny story: my particular middle aged white male actually worked for several years laying out books for IDG Books, the people who used to publish the “For Dummies” books. I say “used to” because the publishing arm of IDG Corp was sold off to east coast based John Wiley and Sons. And that is when the layoffs started. I’m guessing a few employees were willing to move to Hoboken, where the new offices would be, but not many. Just saying “New Jersey” to a native Californian has been known to lead to fainting and/or catatonia. So that was one layoff. There were many. People who voluntarily change jobs tend to trade up. People who are laid off are likely to land in the midst of a weak economy. The weak economy that was the reason for the layoffs in the first place. People who were laid off tend to trade down. Managing to break even is often the best you can hope for.  And the long periods between jobs, trying to eke out a living on Unemployment, tend to preclude the ability to save for retirement. Once you’ve been through three or four or five layoffs, the very idea of a savings account that hasn’t been raided for living expenses is laughable. We are both working now, and making almost as much as we made when we moved into our apartment in 2010. We are both in our 40’s. We both have college degrees. And we still need to ask our parents for money periodically. This does not boost self esteem.

So what is it about the current talk of revolution that feeds a particular spark of anger in men like my husband? I think it might have something to do with feeling like they were promised a better future at the same time as being told that they could do anything if they worked hard enough. Now they feel helpless and that their world is out of their control. And they were raised to believe that they are responsible for their own destiny. This happens to the conservative males too, but it pushes them toward Libertarianism and seizing rare bird sanctuaries. I think the progressive male is more apt to turn bitterly on the idea of the American Dream itself. It seems like the idea that you have to have control, faced with the idea that the American Dream was never really attainable for most people, and getting less likely by the day; this idea warps into an “Everything is a Lie!” mindset. Because if it is all a setup, and everything is rigged, and we are being deliberately fed into the maw of giant, hungry corporations which will drain every last drop of productivity out of us before flinging us to live or die by our own devices… If all that is true then the only logical thing to do, really our only hope at all is to rise up and fight back. And it is THAT sense of taking action which allays the need for control.

Raising the red flag and idealizing Scandinavia makes them feel like they might be at the forefront of colossal global change, and not being sucked down in its undertow. But when the peaceful revolution is thwarted, those hopes are dashed, and unfortunately when hope is given and then snatched away, it is tempting to feel that nothing could be worse than the status quo. Suddenly the thought of life just going on as it has been is nearly unbearable. It is next to impossible to see that bearing the yoke of a boring job that barely pays the bills and a boss who obviously has no clue what they are doing… that yoke is hardly comparable to living shoeless in the streets of Calcutta. Suddenly it feels as if the revolution HAS to come soon because everything is so unbearable that global collapse and rebuilding just HAS to be better than this. I swear, sometimes I think that my husband would prefer to live in the world of Mad Max than have to deal with yet ANOTHER improperly formatted GIF. At one point I found myself yelling at him, “This revolution you want so much? What on earth makes you think that our side would win? THEY have all the guns. What are we supposed to do? Look smart at them? Explain rationally why a Scandinavian form of Socialism would make life so much better for everyone? Douse them in Kambucha so they’ll be temporarily disabled by the smell, and then pull your carefully ordered bookcases down on them?”

Myself, I am used to feeling that life is like floating down a river without a paddle. You can try really hard to paddle with your hands. You can get out and swim, and try towing the boat, but you are still going to have to go with the current. And most of the time you float through the bad parts, smack your head on some rocks, get scared half to death in the rapids, but then its done. It works out and you end up floating through the good parts. If you are lucky some of the REALLY good parts have rapids too. I’m gonna just float along on my raft of antidepressants and streaming video and the we will just see what happens next.

Ma Joad:

“Well, Pa, woman can change bettern a man. Man lives – well, in jerks. Baby born or somebody dies, that’s a jerk. With a woman, it’s all one flow, like a stream – little eddies, little waterfalls – but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at it that way.”

From: The Grapes of Wrath (1940) 20th Century Fox Films, Directed by John Ford, Based on the novel by John Steinbeck

Stand by me

Posted in Um, Seriously Snarky? No. Snarkily Serious. on July 25, 2016 by Misanthropic Mom's Group

On somebody’s page the topic of reading Stephen King at a young age came up, and it reminded me of how I got started on Stephen King. If this had happened today, I imagine multiple firings and scandal would have been the result.

You see, back before the invention of fire, when all we had for illumination was the reflected light off of disco balls and Osmond teeth, our public school classrooms actually had a main teacher and an aide. The aide was somewhere between a real teacher and a parent volunteer. They were paid, but weren’t credentialed. Anyhow, the aide in our 6th grade class was a very odd lady. I can’t recall her name just now. Perhaps Mrs. Cooper? It any event she was generally considered a battle axe, but occasionally she would be excited about something, and the year I was in her room that something was Stephen King’s The Stand.

I can’t imagine she actually read us the whole thing, but I distinctly remember her reading large passages, with some catching up explanations in between. Presumably this was so she could edit out the really graphic parts, but I can’t actually remember much editing. Also I think it must have been during the last couple of months of the school year when no one actually gave more than half a fuck, because she never got to the end of the book. Most of us who were actual readers had our own copies long before then, so it didn’t really matter much to us, but I can imagine some of the poorer or less literate kids never knowing what happened to Stu or Nick or Tom. Or at least until the mini-series came out, and then it wasn’t quite the same.

But I honestly can’t imagine any 6th grade teacher or teacher-like entity reading The Stand out loud to a class for weeks on end without being sacked. And those responsible for them being sacked. And a llama once bit my seester. There are times when I’m really grateful to belong to a generation of kids that nobody really cared much about. Because that aide was never LESS scary than when she was reading us stuff that scared the crap out of us. Some of the stuff we got to do because no one was really paying attention was awesome!

At least I know when the milk goes bad. Probably.

Posted in Snarky Pride?, Teh Cuteness on September 4, 2015 by Misanthropic Mom's Group

My cat is a total dick.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore his fuzzy butt, and he is an wonderful, good natured, fluffy ball of purrs. It is just that he is also kind of an asshole.

Case in point. For some obscure feline reason he feels the need to inspect dairy products. If he sees dairy, he needs to sniff at it. He doesn’t actually lick it, and once it is sniffed he is basically done, but that sniffing must occur. (Except that he has developed a taste for ice cream. Specifically my ice cream. Whenever I get it out of the freezer he immediately teleports to directly underfoot, and I am obliged to share. He doesn’t do this with anyone else in the house, so it is uncertain whether he just knows that I am the only one who will share with him, or if he just really likes coffee toffee ice cream in particular. But I digress.)

His most regular dairy inspector job is my morning coffee. (I don’t care what time it is, if it is the first thing consumed after waking up, it is morning coffee.) I drink my coffee heavily latte, so I generally pour milk into the cup about a third of the way up before adding coffee. He has gotten so that when the cup is set down and I am still opening the refrigerator he has himself in position. When I do this in the kitchen he almost never misses a cup. But if I am upstairs at the mini-fridge he sometimes isn’t there.

The other day was a day when he missed it. I had just filled the cup with coffee when Mark said, “You didn’t let Momo inspect the milk!” I mumbled something about how Momo would adjust and went off to heat up the coffee-milk. A minute later Mark was standing in the doorway looking stern.

“Go LOOK at what you have done!”

I go look, and lo and behold Momo is sitting on top of the mini-fridge just staring at me. Unblinking. With that cat look that is somewhere between disappointment and condemnation.

Well, there was really nothing else I could do at that point but get another cup and go pour a token amount of milk in it so he could sniff it.

He sniffed it.
He dipped his paw in the cup. (Okay, so much for that milk.)
He put his head down, as if to rub the side of his face appreciatively against the cup. For a microsecond I thought to myself, “Look! I’ve made him happy and he is grateful.”

That was the moment when he started to push the cup off the mini-fridge. Luckily I KNOW HOW HE IS, so I caught it in time. But yeah, my cat is a total, unrepentant dick.

I still can’t figure out why that fact is so damn cute.

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