Lake Charles Toyota & Scion Esports are proud to announce our CyPhaCon Mini e-sports convention!
Lake Charles Civic Center October 30-31, 2021
-7500 seat coliseum, 2000 seat Rosa Hart Theater, and 3 stories of convention hall & ballrooms. -Two top-tier quality production streams for your viewing pleasure. -The best competitors from Louisiana, Texas, and surrounding areas! -Live music both days.
Events at the con include tournaments for:
-Super Smash Bros Ultimate ($2500 Pot Bonus) -Call of Duty Warzone ($500 Pot Bonus) -Overwatch ($250 Pot Bonus) -League of Legends ($250 Pot Bonus) -Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl -Guilty Gear Strive -Tekken 7 -Dragonball FighterZ -Street Fighter V: Arcade Edition -StarCraft II
It's $10 Entry per tournament and weekend passes are only $25!
Featuring players like Cosmos, Larry Lurr, Muteace, Zie, Kirbykid, Epic_Gabriel, Goblin, Yosefu, Sem, Sonido, Doza, and many more, you don't want to miss this!
Registration is now live at https://smash.gg/tournament/cyphacon-mini-smash-ultimate-2021/details
Hype Video: https://youtu.be/caEQttJKr2s
Hotels & More Information: https://www.cyphacon.org/hotel/
(If you have any questions, comments, or concerns involving the event, convention, or any tournaments; feel free to DM me on here or on twitter @Senorpink__ or @CurlzCreations)
For reference, With 1,000 beds for coronavirus patients, Ernest N. Morial Convention Center is now a place to heal
Items up for auction
As previously posted, the station shut down weeks ago and the Convention Center wants to open up to hosting conventions again. There is a chance these supplies are unrelated to the field hospital but with the lack of events at the center that would be a weird happenstance, no?
What do you think about this?
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Joshua was a young man, barely twenty-one, yet he sat on death row awaiting the stroke of midnight, which was when he would meet his executioner. His crimes were heinous, and most all agreed that taking his life in exchange was just. He’d lain in wait in the chapel of the Benedictine Sisters of Louisiana Convent until two nuns, one older and one younger, had entered there to pray, whereupon he’d challenged their faith while they still lived and then taken his time sending them to death. It was gruesome, the police had said. Worst they’d ever seen.
Ironically, Joshua had asked for a priest to stay with him in his final hours—and not just any priest, but one in particular. He’d asked for Father Timothy C. from Lake Charles, which happened to be where Joshua had grown up. Being a devoted man of the cloth, Father Timothy assented to Joshua’s request.
“How was your meal?” Father Timothy asked. “Satisfactory, I hope.”
“Best goddamned fries I ever ate. The burger left a little to be desired, though. They overcooked it.”
“I could get them to bring another if you like.”
“Naw. Too late—I’m already full.”
Father Timothy nodded, smiled benevolently. “I’d like to talk to you about your immortal soul, if you’d allow.”
“Why come?”
“Because the hour draws nigh.”
“Because the hour draws nigh,” Joshua mocked. “Talk normal—I ain’t got much time.”
“All right.” Father Timothy agreed. “I’m worried for your soul.”
Joshua grinned and stared. Finally, he said, “You worried about your own soul, Father?”
“I worry for every man’s soul.”
“You don’t even know me, do you.” More smiling and staring. “I was just a little thang last you saw me.”
“I’m sorry, but—“
“How ‘bout Bethany McGuillory? You know her?”
Father Timothy paused—appeared thoughtful.
“Come on, Father, surely you remember Bethany. It was what—‘bout twenty-two years or so ago.”
“There’ve been many—“
“I’m sure there have. Bethany, though, she was real special, real pretty—pretty enough for you to seduce—over and over. In fact, Father, you gave her a baby.”
Father Timothy seemed flustered, suddenly antsy.
“’Course, you and the church shunned her, but I’ll give you three guesses who that baby was.” He didn’t wait for Father Timothy’s guesses. “ME! That baby was me.”
“Well—uh—“
“Momma OD’d on heroin awhile back, though, so there won’t be no reunion at my execution or anything. But I wanted you to know—I wanted you to know that when I call you Father, I really mean it. So—Father—I’m your
... keep reading on reddit ➡Theodore Roosevelt, 24th President of the United States of America
Administration:
Vice President: John R. Lynch
Secretary of State: Shelby M. Cullom
Secretary of the Treasury: George Walbridge Perkins
Secretary of War: John M. Parker
Attorney General: Charles J. Bonaparte
Secretary of the Navy: Albert J. Beveridge
Secretary of the Interior: Joseph M. Carey
Postmaster General: George L. Wellington
Secretary of Agriculture: Marion Butler
Secretary of Labor: Terence V. Powderly
Secretary of Science and Technology: George Westinghouse
80 years old, former Secretary of State Shelby M. Cullom maintained no desire for retirement and was reluctantly re-appointed to his former position after a volley of lobbying by friends to President Roosevelt. Nonetheless, James R. Garfield was appointed Assistant Secretary of State and in practice held roughly equivalent powers to those of the octogenarian Cullom. Louisiana Senator John M. Parker was selected to serve as Secretary of War, while 46 year old Progressive businessman George Walbridge Perkins was granted the Treasury portfolio. Joseph M. Carey of Wyoming was appointed Secretary of the Interior, reprising his role from the Houston Administration. Maryland's Charles Joseph Bonaparte was selected to serve as the Administration's Attorney General, while fellow Marylander George L. Wellington was appointed Postmaster General. Albert J. Beveridge, formerly Progressive leader in the United States Senate, was chosen as Secretary of the Navy and granted primary authority over the conflict in Moroland. Having remained loyal to Roosevelt despite overtures from the Watson campaign, Mary Elizabeth Lease had expected appointment as Secretary of State, lowering her expectations to that of Agriculture once Cullom was announced. Yet, while fellow pro-Roosevelt Farmer-Laborite Marion Butler would be given the post, Lease would find herself left without reward, eventually being appointed as Ambassador to Bolivia prior to having her appointment rescinded over concerns regarding her racist statements towards Latin Americans, with her job lowered to that of a Postmaster in Nebraska, which she declined. Terence V. Powderly was granted the post of Secretary of Labor, serving in his fifth Presidential cabinet. With a Department of Science and Technology proposed during the Hearst years, it
... keep reading on reddit ➡Luvmyvulvaxoxo said, " Puberty is singularly the WORST time in any woman’s life. Suddenly at 12 (sometimes earlier) all these GROWN ass men start leering at you and making you uncomfortable. It doesn’t stop for another 2 decades and then suddenly we’re invisible."
My story first, then I want to hear from FDS queens.
I had my first period when I was 9 years old. My mother barely explained what it was, due to her own body shame, which I unconsciously internalized, although I already had a fair bit going on from being an overweight girl. This didn't help. Having a period was in no way at all whatsoever celebrated, although my mother did do one very weird thing: she displayed my soiled panties for my father to see! I didn't see where she put them at first, another room we didn't use much, but as soon as I did, I swiped them and ran to put them in the dirty clothes hamper. Freaked me out. I should add too that I was raised Southern Baptist, which was all about denying the flesh, flesh is bad/sinful, develop your inner person, attend to your soul first and foremost. In some ways good, because it puts emphasis on developing one's mind and personality and being a truly good person, but really harmful in that it encourages people to care a lot less about the only body we have for this life.
The whole experience of puberty was a freak-out. I knew, as a middle schooler, that I could possibly get pregnant as a child. I had always known from single digits I very much wanted to be married and happy, and had never wanted kids, and getting my period in single digits went a long, long way toward cementing my childfree status forever. I've always had toxophobia, and knew down deep in my bones I had zero vocation, talent, desire for kids, and would be a bad mother. Just thinking of having kids filled me with dread, disgust, despair; I'd feel trapped just thinking of it. I grew up in rural north Louisiana, back in the 70s, so there were no school counselors or girls only groups to discuss issues with. I suffered in silence. I had no desire to date anyway, having grown up with the same group from kindergarten, so I waited til my dad was going to remarry, then started dating as a junior in high school in my new city. And I was ADAMANT and careful about birth control every single time even through the hormonal haze of late teens to late 20s.
Eventually what I did was pile on weight, in a childish way to avoid being too visible. I saw what prettier girls were going through, a
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