Hi,
This is my second 65 inch Samsung S95D in less than 3 weeks. The first one I purchased arrived with a loose/rattling bottom bezel and this is the replacement I received.
The replacement is now about a week old but last night I did notice some sort of vertical bands during dark scenes of a movie.
I had a closer look at the TV when it is off during daylight and have noticed what looks like vertical bands running down the screen. It is really hard to see in photos but here’s a short video showing the issue.
This is far less noticeable when the tv is on but I do manage to see in dark scenes, and find it annoying.
The Samsung support representative I spoke to said that he couldn’t see an issue with screen but after insisting, I eventually managed to request another replacement.
Could you please have a look at the video above and tell me what you see? I am surely not being picky here but would love to hear your thoughts.
Thanks

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I’m an Imaging Specialist working for one of the Major camera manufacturers and I support thousands of Pro photographers, including the AP, Washington Post, Gannet Group, National Geographic, the White House, etc… and I know that deleting photos for National Geographic is a big no-no. Photographers are supposed to deliver all photos on the SD card. Seeing her delete that photo almost made me yell out “wtf are you doing?!”, but I realize that this was the start of her change; she was done with the life, she didn’t care anymore about photojournalism and her job. She was tired. She gave Sammy respect and dignity. She cared about him so much to the point where she broke protocol. When Jessie asked if Lee would photograph her death and Lee said “what do you think?” She came off potentially heartless. I think there was still some humanity left in her and she was done with her life after all she’d seen. Amazing movie. Well fucking done, Garland. This photog is insanely obsessed with this love letter to photography and photojournalism.

Now, this one might get a bit complicated.
Alvina Andersson was a 71 year old woman who'd just been walking the local graveyard in Medåker with a friend. "When I die", she told her friend, "I want to be buried with my mother and father" and had pointed towards their grave.
She and her friend had departed after that. That was the 29th June 1953 and early next morning she had wanted to visit her nephew. She never had kids of her own, but her nieces and nephews had gotten to be more or less like her own.
There ended up being a miscommunication here unfortunately - Alvina was supposed to be at her niece in the day and then go to her nephew in the night time. She never arrived at either location; however both ended up assuming that since it was a hot day, she'd just be at the other person.
Her niece, Maja, did start to grow concerned towards the night and called Erik, Alvina's nephew. His daughter Sigrid answered and confirmed that Alvina had never gotten there. Concerned they joined up and started searching for her.
Unfortunately, by the side of the road they found her hat. Erik went into the woods and found the body of his beloved aunt.
She had been raped and murdered - in the quiet town of Medåker, just a bit away from Arboga where I grew up, tension started building up. Who had done this? Needless to say, this was an uncommon crime and police started swarming the place.
Eventually they narrowed it down to the suspect Hans Gustav Westin, born 1921. He was from Långsele - a city up in Norrland. His wife and child had said he had rage outbursts. His co-workers had said he was quiet, but had told them about depression issues and wanting to do "something big" and then disappearing.
The reason why Gustaf was suspected was because a 12 year old girl had seen whom is believed to be him. He had asked her where she was going - she was going to Flemingsberg and had panicked, wanting to get away from the big man with 1921 tattooed on his knuckles. Unfortunately - no pictures of Gustaf seems to exist, making him a bit of a mystery.
A bloody shirt, which looked like his, was found at the scene. The police hunt was on, but unfortunately, Gustaf was never found. There were reports of cows being milked at night, but the cops considered it paranoia in the little town of Arboga. Hans Gustaf Westin was eventually pronounced dead a decade later and the cops believed he had committed suicide by throwing himself in one of the many mine shafts in the area.
But did he?
Source:
https://www.hemtrevligt.se/hemmetsjournal/artiklabrott-mysterie20240602/medakersmordet-alvina-andersson-1953/
A Swedish forum: https://www.flashback.org/t3142424
Alvina's family tree: https://www.genvagar.nu/show.asp?PersonId=477015

People keep raging that filming was too short or that we’ll only get early era Michael. The first photo is from the dangerous era it’s a reason we didn’t see those leaked because it was all INDOORS or whatever outside location they had was closed off and kept hidden from the public. They did all of this under our nose people relax ! Those scenes were the hardest and longest because they include tons of makeup and heavy cgi and other things. When jaafar reaches the vitiligo point of the film, that’s hours of makeup compared to the leaks of him in just a wig with his skin darkened or brightened (that’s easy) compared to everything else we’re going to see

((This takes place in the aftermath of the Capture the Flag post, several months ago.)) ((You can find the first entry of Part 6 here!))
Seth’s intrigued gaze swapped between the surreal scene that had formed around him. From the nervous parchment-clutching rabbit in the tabard, to the terrifying bipedal canine warrior, to the mossy reptile that slumbered between them and the fancy boy perched atop it, and finally to the menacing magical menagerie. Bunnies, kittens, and beagles; Basset hounds, badgers and moles; if he squinted hard enough, Seth could have sworn that he saw a ferret caked in makeup gossiping with the dress-wearing gerbils, meeting his eyes every so often and giggling before hiding her face behind a paper fan in her shiny white paws. The crowd kept their voices low, attention drawn to the tiny monarch playing with his tarot deck and adjusting the oversized crown of liquid metal.
With every pair of eyes of the bestial gentry upon his kneeling and shackled form, the attention of the masses leaden with eager anticipation of punishment, and the freezing glare of the young prince, Seth knew that he would have to choose his next words carefully - and elected not to.
“Heya, Jacob!” Seth raised his hands, manacled at the wrists, and gave the familiar camper a goofy wiggly wave. The crowd gasped. Jacob’s idle hands stopped playing with the cards and quickly shrunk back to be held against his chest. His intense, inquisitive stare crumbled into a brief look of fear, and suddenly he turned his head away, becoming very interested in the braided vines of his dragon-throne.
The armored husky was the first to recover from the ripple of shock that Seth had sent out through the court. She marched down the marble steps, claymore practically dragging alongside her, until she stopped in front of him, raised a heavy black boot over his head, and stomped down on the manacles binding Seth’s wrists. Forcing him into a deep bow, a low growl escaped her throat.
“Silence, cur!” She barked. The whispers in the crowd had stopped now, hushed into silence by her outburst. Even the rabbit standing next to Jacob had quietly yelped into her closed fist, before quickly glancing around to make sure no one had seen her. Seth was given an intimate view of the ground as he listened to the husky’s command. “Hold your tongue. Only those who have been addressed by His Royal Majesty the Prince may speak in His divine presence. Especially so the poisonous words of a filthy thief and tramp, traitor and beggar, despoiler of His very name.”
The dog raised her foot and turned her gaze from Seth to the crowd. This gave the son of Hermes a brief reprieve to examine Jacob again, who now looked as though he wished he could sink into the moss on his dragon’s back and disappear. Had saying hello really flustered the prince that badly? From what Seth knew of Jacob - the real one, not the new and not-so-improved nightmare one - he had a nervous streak a mile wide, but he had courage where it counted, at least according to Meriwether. Following that line of reasoning, he began deciphering what else this version of the son of Hecate might share with the original, and what might be different. Magical aptitude: check. Animal friends: check. Fondness for magical playing cards: check. Easily exploitable weaknesses: maybe?? Heck, the bloke was tiny enough that a sufficiently powerful kick would probably send him flying. He was startled from his thoughts as the husky elaborated, who faced the gentry but glared at him out of the corner of her stern eyes. “It is only through His Majesty’s mercy that you retain the privilege of living. A privilege, I stress, that is easily revoked.”
She glanced back at the Prince, who had retreated into the comfort of his cards once more by summoning them out of wisps of energy circling his palms. For a split second Seth thought he saw her expression soften and brows furrow into something resembling concern, or perhaps sadness, before being replaced by steely resolve. “The Reading of the Sentence may now proceed,” she said, though with less ferocity than she had moments prior, before leveling her sword with the ground and assuming the same attentive stance as before.
At this point, the rabbit was shaking like a very well-dressed leaf in the vaguely vernal wind. She gingerly unfolded the parchment clutched in her paws, cleared her throat, and recited the words on the weathered document for all to hear: “Ahem. All be still and silent for the Reading of the Sentence!! The Accused is faced with the following crimes against the Kingdom: Conspiracy to pilfer the Prince’s prized Mana. Conspiracy to undermine or overthrow Her Most Arcane Majesty Christina and the Glorious Alabaster Line. Heresy against Her Most Arcane Majesty Christina and the Glorious Alabaster Line. Plotting to plunge the world into eternal darkness, madness and Chaos, which is against the interests of the Crown and country, and therefore considered conspiracy to undermine or overthrow Her Most Arcane Majesty Christina and the Glorious Alabaster Line. Dabbling in forbidden magicks. Evasion or underpayment of due taxes. Petty larceny. Resisting arrest. Attempting to escape due trial. On all charges has the Prince deemed the Accused guilty."
Shocker. So that’s what monarchies think a due trial looks like? He was ninety percent sure that he hasn’t done most of the illegal things! But fine, the dream needs to set the scene before the allegorical manifestation of his fellow demigod can dispense with the formalities and open up an arcane can of buttwhooping on Seth’s fragile behind. That was the general format of these encounters that he had observed so far, at least. He refrained from quipping back with something snarky in the middle of this obviously unfair trial. A comment along the lines of this being a “kangaroo court” probably would not go over well, on the slim but very real chance that there were actual kangaroos present in this court. Best not to take chances…
“Your Prodigal Majesty, the Prince, shall henceforth mete the appropriate punishment. May He have mercy on your tarnished soul,” recited the rabbit, “For your crimes are numerous, and their severity steep. Your Majesty?” She turned expectantly to Prince Jacob, who had returned to playing with his magic cards to keep himself calm. When that failed to cue him in, the hound knight cleared her throat gently, raising an armored paw to her snout while her glove gripped the claymore just a little tighter. “Prince Jacob,” she reminded the young royal. The son of Hecate started in his seat and took a terrified open-mouthed glance out at the swarm of animals waiting to hear his divine judgment. His jaw snapped shut with the swiftness of a bear trap. “Nnnh,” came his squeak of embarrassment. “Fffffuh…”
Seth hid a grin as Jacob’s notorious shyness got the better of him when faced with the insurmountable task of public speaking. For once, the Son of Hermes had a plan keeping him one step ahead of the nightmare. A key to his manacles, unseen by all, was clasped tightly in his right hand. For the badger warden hadn’t been too careful when setting him down in front of the grassy throne. Forget yoinking powers; sometimes a little classic thievery provided an elegant solution to his problems. The supernatural dream logic that granted him enhanced abilities whenever facing these nightmares. Just as Jacob struggled to dole out the sentence for these fakey fake crimes, Seth would spring into action and the fight would commence.
“F-for your c-crimes against… um… crimes against my mom… I hhhhuh. Hereby sent-t-.... Sentence you…” Jacob mumbled into his cards, pulling his legs up onto the throne to wrap one arm around them like a ball of condensed half-blood while Seth snuck the key into a better position. Both the attention of the rabbit and husky were trained on their taciturn master, giving him ample time to physically and mentally prepare. Anticipation coiled in his muscles, burning like gasoline. The key slipped into the locking mechanism. Gently, ever so gently, he began to twist. “Sentence you t-... you to..”
“To… To pet one hundred fuzzy animals in mmm… my c-court!” He declared triumphantly, flooding with relief when he realized he had reached the end of that arduous statement. All of the tension spilled from Seth’s body and he nearly dropped the key in surprise. Apparently he was the only one shocked by such an outcome; the gentry roared with approval, tossing hats, scarves and other garments into the air. One kangaroo (oh, hey, see? Good call, Seth) burst into joyful sobs and retrieved a kerchief to dab at her mascara, as though this was the best news she had heard in her entire life. The rabbit attendant clapped her hands in jubilation, and even the husky nodded gravely, as though Seth’s fate had just been sealed. The grassy dragon serving as Jacbo’s throne twitched its ears at the cacophony, before loosing a humid breath and lowering its neck back down for a snooze.
Seth had to fight himself not to double over laughing. Here he was expecting a sinister Hecate-themed showdown, but the only thing he would be fighting today was his urge to pet every animal in sight? “Wait,” he chuckled, sitting up from his kneeling position as an orderly line, policed by the armored husky, began to form to his side. In the front was the badger from before, paws shaking with excitement. “Wait, that’s it? You’re not seriously about to make me-”

THIRTY-FOUR ADORABLE ANIMALS LATER

“Okay, who’s next?!” Seth called, after giving the cuddly anteater an affectionate pat on the back and sending him on his way. His eyes gleamed playfully at the fuzzy otter wearing a monocle next in line, who slinked on over when the power thief beckoned him over. “Afternoon. How may I help you today? Head scritches and a tummy rub? Your wish is my command!”
Under the watchful eye of His Glorious Majesty Jacob of the Royal Zoo or something like that, Seth was indeed sentenced to a grueling petting of one hundred friendly animals. Oh, the horror. The cruel and unusual nature of this punishment could only be endured by someone with godlike fortitude. Indomitable force of will. The strength to carry on after administering dozens of belly rubs and words of affirmation. The universal yearning that all human beings have to pet a bunch of exotic animals that in any other setting you are really not supposed to pet. Good qualities like that. Of course, he was still a prisoner - the guard had refused to remove the manacle from his wrists. Though Seth had expertly tucked the key away in case this abhorrent torture became too much to bear, or something.
The otter rolled onto its back as Seth tickled and brushed its fur. “Who’s a cuddly, friendly guy? You are. You are.” His train of thought was interrupted by the otter’s portly laugh. “Ohoho!” it chuckled, raising a tiny limb to readjust the monocle on its face. “Indeed I am, good sir, indeed I am a cuddly, friendly guy, just as you described!”
Seth forced a smile while his insides shriveled in discomfort. He waved as the otter picked itself back up, patted itself off, and whistled a merry tune while strutting away. Okay, the fact that the animals he was petting were fully sapient was maaaybe starting to creep him out, just a little. Alas. Such was the price to pay for a life on the wrong side of the law. A shadow descended over him. He turned his gaze upwards to see the armored knight glaring down upon him.
Seth glanced around. Had he done something wrong? “Did I… do something wrong?” he echoed the sentiment in his brain.
“Silence!” commanded the bipedal. Siberian husky, although a crack in her facade told him that circumstances were definitely awry. Her piercing blue eyes conveyed the roiling anger from before, but her tail was wagging uncontrollably behind her. “You are not to speak while you. Erm. That is to say, I.. listen carefully, cur! I order you to..”
Seth finished her sentence for her. “Let me guess. You order me to pet you.”
“No. Yes. No! I mean.” Growling in discomfort, she got down on one knee, her armor noisily clanking with the untrained movement. “Two strokes on the top of the head, several pats, followed by a soft scratching behind the ears, -first the left, then the right- and then a gentle, chaste kiss on the forehead. In that order.” Seth raised his hands, poised to strike. “Will that be all?” The husky turned her head. “For now.”
The gentry looked on in envy as the feared Head of the Royal Guard of the Alabaster Line, decorated Knight Orion, daughter of the fierce warrior from whom she received her name, received copious headpats and scratches, all while maintaining her same stoic expression. Although, to Seth’s amusement, occasionally she couldn’t help herself from additional instructions. “Too soft. Not soft enough. Lower. Now to the left. No, my left. No, my other left. Yes. Adequate. Yes. Now please administer the Mantra of Virtue.”
“I’m sorry, the what?” While the orders came in, Seth leaned to one side and noticed a new attendant speaking to Jacob while the rabbit fiddled with her cufflinks. His eyes narrowed at the mysterious stranger, who was the only other human he had seen besides Jacob and himself. They sported no animal features that he could see, and was currently hunched over, whispering something inaudible into the young mage’s ear. They wore a jester’s garb of purple and green from head to toe, though the torso was styled much more akin to a tuxedo. The telltale pointy hat was devoid of bells, and no jester Seth had ever heard of would wear boots, much less ones with spikes. Though what really drew his attention was the mask. They concealed their face with a mask similar to Mara Lyone’s nightmare that he faced so long ago: the ever-gleeful porcelain smile of Comedy, through which a sinister purple mist poured from the eyes and mouth. A mist that, to his alarm, was snaking through the air and drifting directly into Jacob’s ear. The mage’s hands clenched and unclenched under the trance.
“The Mantra of Virtue, you fool! Don’t make me say it out loud!” No one, not Orion, the rabbit, or any of the gathered animals, had noticed the new arrival. Seth had to return his attention to the dog before she got too angry, although she seemed more sheepish now than anything. “You know… Tell me I’m a very good dog!”
“I’ve changed mmh. My mind,” Jacob announced, cutting the awkward conversation short. The jester clasped their gloved hands together and began to sink. A jagged pink crack in reality opened up on the marble floor, swallowing them whole. Then the lights disappeared, leaving no trace that anyone had been there. Jacob slid off of his throne, waving his hands to dismiss the line of animals awaiting their turn. The knight rose to her feet, turning to address her Prince and shaking off the inglorious posture she had assumed a minute before. “What, ah, troubles you, My Lord? Is the Sentence not proceeding how you envisioned it?”
“I have a, a, a,.... A new sentence.” The little Prince’s irises had become tinged by a swirling purple, and wisps of a similar colored smoke trickled from the edge of his lips and nostrils. The clouds overhead began to darken, and a chill wind blew through the assembled animals. Seth gingerly tapped at the key hidden in his sleeve, making sure it was still there. Carefully he brought it to the manacle’s lock.
The rabbit attendant began to back away as all of the shadows in the vicinity seemed to grow and intensify, pulling in the surrounding natural light. Leaves scattered across the garden court, and Jacob’s tarot cards were carried by the vortex. Orion’s eyes widened both in realization, and trepidation. She hesitated briefly, but rose her claymore in a fighting stance, seemingly ready to defend against her renegade ruler. “My Lord..? My Lord! Prince Jacob! Come to your senses! I beseech you, tell me what ails you?”
Jacob flicked his wrist. An unseen force knocked Orion to the side with ease, much to the horrified gasps of the crowd. Animals of all sorts began to turn tail and flee from the scene, only to be stopped in their tracks. Large thorny hedges erupted from the soil, pushing apart the stones of the path leading to the palace and boxing the gentry in. They pushed through the leaves in desperation, leaving their garments behind and retreating into shadows as the floral labyrinth surrounded the palace, its leafy walls sprouting higher and higher.
“Changed my mmmh. My mind. New sentence. Seth. Seth’s nnnh. New sentence is… d-d-... death.” Seth sprung to his feet and cast off the manacle, ready to fight. Jacob’s eyes rolled back into his head. The tiny demigod crumpled into an unconscious heap. His crown tumbled off of his head and rattled to a stop.
Seth lowered his fists and cocked a brow. “Oh.”
Out from the shadow of Jacob’s form, an indistinct murky shape bled onto the palace steps.The stormclouds began striking the distant countryside with silver lightning as the shape began to bubble like acid. The scent of countless cadavers wafted from the blob. Suddenly an appendage burst out of the living shadow’s oily membrane, a wicked forelimb that only vaguely resembled a claw. It slammed into the ground, cracking it with the force of the blow, just as a second forelimb was birthed from the miasma and grasping for a hold. Instinctually backing away from the macabre metamorphosis, Seth found that his rapier and buckler had mysteriously appeared in his hands as if responding to their master’s silent pleas for assistance, and held them aloft.
Fur sloughed off of the shadow’s sinewy body in sullied white patches. Shadowy gunk was caught in its yellowed nails the size of textbooks. A massive rabbit’s skull writhed free of the prison, with two twisted and malformed antlers exploding from the top. The fangs of such a beast grew to exaggerated proportions, nearly puncturing its own jawbone as it gnashed them together. The monster lacked a lower body, its torso instead tapering into a coil of smoke as it floated into the air. Behind its empty sockets, a single rotting apple gave off a dull golden glow, roving back and forth and extending its light in a sickly cone of vision.
“Oh,” Seth chirped. This was one bunny he was not particularly enthused about petting. “Okay.”
“Death,” repeated the towering jackalope, its throat vibrating with the rumble of two voices; Jacob’s, and a raspy, nasty gurgle that overlaid it. Symbols and runes lit up along its matted bones. As the hedge maze parted behind Seth, encouraging the beast’s prey to begin running, Jacob’s Shadow tilted its head back and screeched into the sky, clenching its claws together and drawing blue fluid from its exposed veins.
”Death!” Pounding both fists into the ground, it lowered its head and surged forward with impossible speed.

Part 1 - Seth Westley, the Nobody

• Davenport Devil Chapter 1 - Brandon Davenport, Hephaestus - 7 Offerings to Phlegethon
• Maestra Chapter 2 - Mara Lyones, Athena - 1 Concert disrupted
• Ragnarok Chapter 3 - Helena Masters, Boreas - 64 Winters endured
• Pop Quiz Chapter 4 - Andre Delgado, Alastor - 6 Family bonds unchained
• Melting Pot Chapter 5 - Lucien Michaeux, Circe - 1 Father realized (END OF PART 1)

Part 2 - The Dark Jester's Corruption

• Prince's Court - Chapter 6 - Jacob Alabaster, Hecate - A maze yet conquered
• Sandman - Chapter 7 - ??? - An outlaw yet apprehended
• Undying - Chapter 8 - ??? - A beach yet escaped
• Tower of Midas - Chapter 9 - ??? - An oath yet sworn
• sLaughter - Chapter 10 - ??? A corruption yet cleansed (END OF PART 2)

It’s kind of hard to explain, but it stared in like a group viewing event of like a comet or eclipse or something at night, but also Eleven from stranger things was there. I remember she said something about cicadas because I accidentally killed a bug, so i ran away on my bike. Cut to a couple days later, I then got roped into a crime family of basically children (im a teenager so it's not creepy), and I helped them break into a house to find their brother, who had been kidnapped. Then out of nowhere, police show up and we have a huge chase scene where objects are flying everywhere and the kids who I had become decent friends with got captured by the police, but I kept running. And running. I ran for a very long time and basically outran the police. Finally, I was just walking through a city and saw a group of teens. Apparantky they were a DND (Dungeons and Dragons) group, and they saw me and asked me to play the campaign with them. After a couple hours I had the realisation that the things happening in their campaign were real, so I quickly left. They then gave me their phone numbers and said to call them back when I was free so we could play DND again. That creeped me out a bit so I stuffed the paper into my backpack (which I had now, apparently, dream stuff) and got on my bike (which I have now, dream stuff) and that's when I woke up.
So that was my mildly interesting dream, just thought that'd be cool to share

I'm so sick of TV news. It’s maybe the most soul-crushing job I’ve ever worked.
I’ve been a photographer for 10 years in a top 10 market but now I'm done. I plan to spend the next few months traveling, spending time with my family, and searching for a new career. Yes... I’d rather journey into the unknown and be unemployed than work another day there.
I used to think this was a cool job. I took a lot of pride in it. I've had a LOT of success. But the pay, the schedule, and the overall nature of TV News have broke me.
I refuse to work a shitty/sleep-depriving schedule anymore.
I do not want to be at another crime scene, see another dead body, or interview vulnerable friends and family and take advantage of their pain.
Management is atrocious. No structure, no mentorship, no initiative to do anything but the absolute minimum.
Somedays I sit and do nothing for 8 hours. I hate that. Other days I am on the go CONSTANTLY. I hate that too. There is no balance. I feel like I’m being exploited.
Do you think these news personalities are good people too? Maybe some. But most are assholes and vain as hell. I think of all the times I was sexually harassed… jeez. I'm too nice to say anything about it and will take it as a joke and in stride…but I could have destroyed this company's on-air presence in a second.
Toxic job in a toxic newsroom. Toxic industry. Everyone complains. I can’t even look at the news without feeling a deep sense of anxiety and disgust. Sure there are good stories out there, and important ones too. But I no longer want to be a part of an industry that I feel is contributing so much negativity to the world.
Thanks for reading. Good luck to everyone else out there.

For those interested in reading more about their Mayor Woo discussion.
https://jrmccarthy-law.com/2024/05/31/🤡🌎-bostons-mayor-supports-do-not-prosecute-list-of-15-common-crimes/
You would still get arrested, and then, if appropriate, it would be treated as a civil infraction, payable through restitution, rehabilitation, etc. and only charged with a criminal offense if a prosecutor determines it is necessary.
It’s not about letting people “get away” with crimes. It’s not like you get to steal an iPod from RadioShack (to make this relatable to olds) and walk out with a high five.
The proposed sentencing reductions seem to be happening because prisons are overcrowded and it costs taxpayers an insane amount of money to keep people imprisoned.
Boston Bobby’s home state of Mass. spends 307k per year per prisoner. New York State spends $116k per year.
https://www.reddit.com/dataisbeautiful/comments/1cn8ngb/perprisoner_spending_by_state_oc/
Christine cited “breaking and entering” as one of the offenses. But the actual text citation from this lawyer (who calls the proposal 🤡 🌍 “clown world”)cites , “breaking and entering, into vacant property, where it is for the purpose of sleeping or seeking refuge from the cold and there is no actual damage to the property.”
As always, take your world news with a grain of salt when the source is a high school dropout who engaged in larceny and criminal mayhem and then turned into a mediocre “alpha” comedian who shouts marshmellios and looks like a fatter Jabba the hut.
Jay almost got stabbed to death for driving without a license. Maybe he would realize that it shouldn’t be a criminal offense that keeps you on a terrorist watch list.

Cicadas sang into the night, serenading under the super moon. The reeds swayed peacefully. At that time, there was no certainty of the horrors to come.
Four men, four very bad men who Lorenzo had hired, were unloading the crates stolen off the shipment for the museum. They dropped them into the mud, laughing about how fine art ended up. It was all for insurance, but the old furnishings had to go.
"You idiots, it has to look like it fell off the truck. Smash it up." Lorenzo ordered his thugs.
They grabbed sledgehammers and crowbars and began tearing into the crates, trying to stage it to look all smashed up. It wasn't going well. They were just opening crates and breaking the urns in the straw on the road.
Suddenly there was a low growl from the marsh. The cicadas went silent, an eerie unnatural silence. There was a muffled groan from inside the last crate.
"I suppose we have a stowaway. I bet it is our intrepid reporter, Miss June." Lorenzo bet, pulling out a heavy revolver and aiming it at the muffled thumps inside the old crate.
He fired away, the bullets going in one side and blasting out the other. As the shots echoed something in the marshes splashed and was gone, darting into the trees beyond. Some kind of animal.
The cicadas returned and things went back to normal. The men piled into the car they brought and Lorenzo drove the truck into the marsh and climbed out, jumping off the back of it onto the road. He looked at the shot-up crate with a look of pity.
He thought about the last two months, as she'd tried to investigate and infiltrate the artifact boy's crime ring. June was the good guy, which made Lorenzo the bad guy. He hated that, without her interference, he was just doing business. She was trying to expose his dirty deeds, making him look bad. Lorenzo felt a little disappointed, now that she was gone.
"She was pretty." He said, and left her there for dead. Then he got into the car and left with his thugs.
June let out a loud sigh of relief, from behind where she'd hidden behind an old stump. She got up, trembling, holding her camera in nightvision mode. She had to keep adjusting it under the bright moonlight.
As she went to go start documenting the museum's criminal activity, she heard a low growl from the trees beyond the marsh, or thought she did. She shivered, and started taking pictures.
She got photos of the opened crates, but nothing compared to the shots she had of them unloading the truck, opening the crates and smashing the urns.
June stopped and stared at one of them, some kind of canoptic jar of white marble with an ornate carved statue for a lid, the head of a cat with a pharoah crown. She was glad they didn't smash it.
Something thumped inside the crate that Lorenzo had shot up. June jumped, frightened by the sudden noise.
"Is someone in there?" She asked.
There was no sound. June worried someone was in there and injured. She found a crowbar and opened the last crate.
Then she screamed and dropped her camera, breaking it. The arms of the dried cadaver reached for her, getting her blouse and tearing it slightly. June got away as it ambulated after her.
The mummy stood under the moonlight, grasping at the fleeing girl. It let out a rasping moan of hatred and rage. Then it began chanting an evil prayer to long-dead gods of the desert underworld. To awaken such evils would give it great powers, and it sought vengeance on its enemies.
The sound of a mirror being ripped off and chewed loudly on the crashed truck in the marsh caught the mummy's attention. It looked with empty eye sockets, somehow seeing with no eyes. It let out a dry cloud of its breath as it bellowed furiously at the crouched thing on the truck.
The crouched thing on the truck growled, the same growl from the darkness before. As it stood it struck the truck's cab with a furious blow, shattering the windows and spider webbing the windshield. The creature stood tall, a fur covered, humanoid canine of some kind. It had long arms and massive muscles. It tore a tire off the truck with some effort, but ripped it free and hurled into the trees and then roared at the mummy.
June was hiding behind another tree stump, covering her ears and crying, terrified of the two monsters circling on the road.
The dogman got a bumper torn off in its jaw and started banging it all along the truck, smashing the truck to bits. When it was done it moved towards the crates and started smashing those to smithereens. With the bumper bent out of shape the dogman's grip began slipping and the crude club was discarded. Instead, the dogman just started chewing on the crates.
The mummy saw the crate with the canoptic jars in danger and threw a darkness like a jet of water from a firehose. The shadowy sands of the underworld tore at the dogman, causing abrasions and making the dogman mad.
The mummy kept chanting, the intensity of its powers increasing. The dogman was just getting more and more angry at the embalmed sorcerer. With an angry scream between a howl and worse, the dogman faced the mummy, its eyes filled with raw fury.
June flinched as the dogman charged the mummy, and tore it limb from limb, scattering the parts all over the roadway. The dogman then crushed the mummy's skull in its jaws, picked a choice legbone to gnaw on and retreated into the marshes as the moon began to set and the sun began to rise.
As the morning chill cooled her and the sound of cicadas was reassuring, June slowly got up and looked around. The mummy was scattered everywhere and the dogman was long gone. She looked at her broken camera, and despite her trembling hands, she got out her phone, got back to work -taking pictures.

Cicadas sang into the night, serenading under the super moon. The reeds swayed peacefully. At that time, there was no certainty of the horrors to come.
Four men, four very bad men who Lorenzo had hired, were unloading the crates stolen off the shipment for the museum. They dropped them into the mud, laughing about how fine art ended up. It was all for insurance, but the old furnishings had to go.
"You idiots, it has to look like it fell off the truck. Smash it up." Lorenzo ordered his thugs.
They grabbed sledgehammers and crowbars and began tearing into the crates, trying to stage it to look all smashed up. It wasn't going well. They were just opening crates and breaking the urns in the straw on the road.
Suddenly there was a low growl from the marsh. The cicadas went silent, an eerie unnatural silence. There was a muffled groan from inside the last crate.
"I suppose we have a stowaway. I bet it is our intrepid reporter, Miss June." Lorenzo bet, pulling out a heavy revolver and aiming it at the muffled thumps inside the old crate.
He fired away, the bullets going in one side and blasting out the other. As the shots echoed something in the marshes splashed and was gone, darting into the trees beyond. Some kind of animal.
The cicadas returned and things went back to normal. The men piled into the car they brought and Lorenzo drove the truck into the marsh and climbed out, jumping off the back of it onto the road. He looked at the shot-up crate with a look of pity.
He thought about the last two months, as she'd tried to investigate and infiltrate the artifact boy's crime ring. June was the good guy, which made Lorenzo the bad guy. He hated that, without her interference, he was just doing business. She was trying to expose his dirty deeds, making him look bad. Lorenzo felt a little disappointed, now that she was gone.
"She was pretty." He said, and left her there for dead. Then he got into the car and left with his thugs.
June let out a loud sigh of relief, from behind where she'd hidden behind an old stump. She got up, trembling, holding her camera in nightvision mode. She had to keep adjusting it under the bright moonlight.
As she went to go start documenting the museum's criminal activity, she heard a low growl from the trees beyond the marsh, or thought she did. She shivered, and started taking pictures.
She got photos of the opened crates, but nothing compared to the shots she had of them unloading the truck, opening the crates and smashing the urns.
June stopped and stared at one of them, some kind of canoptic jar of white marble with an ornate carved statue for a lid, the head of a cat with a pharoah crown. She was glad they didn't smash it.
Something thumped inside the crate that Lorenzo had shot up. June jumped, frightened by the sudden noise.
"Is someone in there?" She asked.
There was no sound. June worried someone was in there and injured. She found a crowbar and opened the last crate.
Then she screamed and dropped her camera, breaking it. The arms of the dried cadaver reached for her, getting her blouse and tearing it slightly. June got away as it ambulated after her.
The mummy stood under the moonlight, grasping at the fleeing girl. It let out a rasping moan of hatred and rage. Then it began chanting an evil prayer to long-dead gods of the desert underworld. To awaken such evils would give it great powers, and it sought vengeance on its enemies.
The sound of a mirror being ripped off and chewed loudly on the crashed truck in the marsh caught the mummy's attention. It looked with empty eye sockets, somehow seeing with no eyes. It let out a dry cloud of its breath as it bellowed furiously at the crouched thing on the truck.
The crouched thing on the truck growled, the same growl from the darkness before. As it stood it struck the truck's cab with a furious blow, shattering the windows and spider webbing the windshield. The creature stood tall, a fur covered, humanoid canine of some kind. It had long arms and massive muscles. It tore a tire off the truck with some effort, but ripped it free and hurled into the trees and then roared at the mummy.
June was hiding behind another tree stump, covering her ears and crying, terrified of the two monsters circling on the road.
The dogman got a bumper torn off in its jaw and started banging it all along the truck, smashing the truck to bits. When it was done it moved towards the crates and started smashing those to smithereens. With the bumper bent out of shape the dogman's grip began slipping and the crude club was discarded. Instead, the dogman just started chewing on the crates.
The mummy saw the crate with the canoptic jars in danger and threw a darkness like a jet of water from a firehose. The shadowy sands of the underworld tore at the dogman, causing abrasions and making the dogman mad.
The mummy kept chanting, the intensity of its powers increasing. The dogman was just getting more and more angry at the embalmed sorcerer. With an angry scream between a howl and worse, the dogman faced the mummy, its eyes filled with raw fury.
June flinched as the dogman charged the mummy, and tore it limb from limb, scattering the parts all over the roadway. The dogman then crushed the mummy's skull in its jaws, picked a choice legbone to gnaw on and retreated into the marshes as the moon began to set and the sun began to rise.
As the morning chill cooled her and the sound of cicadas was reassuring, June slowly got up and looked around. The mummy was scattered everywhere and the dogman was long gone. She looked at her broken camera, and despite her trembling hands, she got out her phone, got back to work -taking pictures.

Timeline

• 14:31 – Patrolman Barros of Dighton PD is called by Trooper Proctor and asked to assist in impounding a vehicle. (source)
  
• 14:32 – SERT commander O'Hara receives a courtesy call from Trooper Tully notifying him a search would be requested. (source)
  
• 14:53 – An alert is sent to SERT members asking for their availability. (source)
  
• 15:02 – Proctor informs Barros he is approaching Dighton; Barros calls the Diamond Towing company. (source)
  
• 15:12 – Proctor and Bukhenik arrive at the Read residence in Dighton and meet up with Barros; the two state troopers enter the house to interview Read, while Barros arranges to have the driveway plowed. (source)
  
• 15:30 – Tow truck arrives in Dighton around this time. (source)
  
• 15:38 – SERT members are notified a search has been authorized. (source)
  
• 16:10 – O'Hara receives the 34 Fairview Road address from Tully. (source)
  
• 16:12 – Read's Lexus is loaded onto the tow truck. (source)
  
• 16:17 – Proctor and Bukhenik follow behind the tow truck to Canton PD; Barros reports the dispatch as cleared. Barros would later write in his report that the Lexus "had damage to the right rear tail light". (source 1, source 2)
  
• 16:55 – Sunset.
  
• 16:56 – Dispatcher Beaudoin closes the Digthon PD "assist other agency" call. (source)
  
• 16:56 – O'Hara arrives at Fairview, and finds Trooper Beausoleil already there. (source)
  
• 17:08 – Sallyport camera footage cuts out. (source)
  
• 17:21 – Other SERT members begin arriving at Fairview. (source)
  
• 17:31 – Lexus is filmed approaching the sallyport. (source)
  
• 17:36 – Lexus pings it is inside the sallyport. (source)
  
• 17:41 – All seven SERT members have arrived at Fairview; search begins a little before this point. (source)
  
• Unspecified – Five other officers arrive to aid in the search, two of whom O'Hara recognises as MSP troopers. (source)
  
• 17:50 – Sallyport footage resumes.
  
• 18:15 – SERT concludes the search after consulting with Tully, who is satisfied they have found all that could be found that day. (source)
  

Proctor's timeline

• 11:30 – Proctor and Bukhenik interview Matthew McCabe. (source)
  
• 12:15 – Proctor and Bukhenik interview Jennifer McCabe. (source)
  
• 16:30 – The two troopers arrive at the residence of Read's parents in Dighton and interview Read. They look at her Lexus outside, and observe the rear right taillight to be "shattered". (source)
  
• 17:30 – Approximately around this time, Proctor and Bukhenik seize the Lexus and have it towed to the Canton PD sallyport. (source)
  

Discussion

1. If pieces of taillight were taken from the Lexus while it was inside the sallyport, they could likely not have been transferred onto the crime scene prior to the first SERT members arriving.
   
2. Pieces of taillight could have been transferred from Canton PD to Fairview prior to the actual search starting.
   
3. In case pieces of taillight were collected at the Dighton residence, they could conceivably have been taken to Fairview prior to SERT arriving on the scene.
   
4. If Proctor and Bukhenik were among the anonymous non-SERT officers aiding in the search, this could be thought of as another avenue for the transfer to take place. Defense counsel alleges that Berkowitz and Higgins spent an unusually long time with the Lexus in the sallyport – this would leave Proctor's and Bukhenik's activities unaccounted for during this timeframe.
   
5. Patrolman Barros and dispatcher Beaudoin are both listed as witnesses for the defense.
   
6. The timeline sketched by Proctor in his probable cause affidavit is contradicted by Alarm.com footage, Barros' report, and the Dighton PD call log. Especially the deviation from the actual arrival time at Read's residence – in a document drafted mere days after the event – would seem too great to simply be called a scrivener's error, and could lead one to believe it was part of an intentional effort to make sequential events appear to overlap.
   
7. If the defense's allegations concerning Berkowitz and Higgins can be substantiated, one could imagine the taillight being tampered with in two phases: in the first, Bukhenik and Proctor collect seven comparatively loose pieces from the cracked taillight and insert it into SERT's present or future search area; while in the second, Berkowitz and Higgins dismantle it to a fuller extent in the sallyport while the SERT search is taking place.
   

Documents

Application & Probable Cause Affidavit for Arrest
Dighton Police Department - Full Roll Call Log
Dighton Police Department - Incident Report
Dighton Police Department - Narrative for Patrolman Nicholas A. Barros

With how much of a rotten bastard Voldemort is portrayed in stories, in what is supposed to be a great Wizarding War in Britain. I don't really think people cover the fact that he does or even explain to everyone the extent of his crimes beyond general supervillain activities. Which has had me wondering, what exactly constitutes as war crimes in the Wizarding World? Because, with there being heavy-hitter Dark Wizards out there it does have me wondering especially in Dark Harry stories why we don't see Harry commit them if he decides to go full Dark Wizard, which is a shame because we could get genuinely terrifying scenes of Harry pretty much being the reason a Wizard Geneva Convention gets written....That alone would be awesome to see as a plot line of Harry going so deep into being a 'Grey Indy' Wizard that it goes full circle into his being Lord Potter and causing so many crimes against wizardry to happen in that sense.

No fleeing the country/bribing to get out of a crime. If you did something, you have to take the full consequences.
Also throw in the rule that you can't tell anyone about the challenge. So no calling a journalist with a "business proposal."
Also also, *you* have to be featured. A tiny cameo in the background of an article unrelated to you doesn't count (no photo bombing celebreties)

I’ve noticed that the police have had the underpass of the bridge (south side) cordoned off over the past few days. There’s very little info available online but my findings suggest a body was found and it’s a crime scene. I happen to smoke late at night at this exact spot and have definitely come across strange people lurking down there in the darkness and had already recently stopped going there for this reason. Anyone know anything more about what happened?

So I made a couple of posts a few months ago and it lead to making a cool casual friend on discord! So with renewed hopes, I'm trying again to hopefully this time find a closer platonic partner-in-crime, a best friend, or at least some more friends who will stick around to fill the long silences 😅 The only thing I ask of you is to be loosely around my age.. 24/25+ at minimum :)
I'm just looking for someone to share in daily chats, whether it be memes, jokes, ranting, venting, sharing secrets, passionate explanations about why your hobby/opinion is better than mine! (Prove it) Or just daily life snippets, pets, food you've cooked, things you're doing (I will send photos of my 2 rescue dogs on request)
A quick about me: I'm married - but that doesn't mean I don't need my own friends! I'm a gamer - will play almost anything An avid reader - let's talk favourite books Anime watcher - when I have nothing else to do Music enjoyer - fairly polyjamorous at this point but I am a rocker 🤘 I'm sarcastic, blunt and always speak my mind but also kind and caring Like to think I'm funny and quick witted but you can be the judge of that
So if you're looking for a new best friend and want to chat everyday and sometimes game, share books and songs/playlists, watch party or introduce me to any of your hobbies, (im not creative but will happily make a fool of myself attempting new stuff) send me a message! Happy to communicate in most formats on most platforms (text, voice, maybe video if we get to that point) If this post is still up, I'm still looking for more friends!
Hope to hear from you soon!

So I made a couple of posts a few months ago and it lead to making a cool casual friend on discord! So with renewed hopes, I'm trying again to hopefully this time find a closer platonic partner-in-crime, a best friend, or at least some more friends who will stick around to fill the long silences 😅 The only thing I ask of you is to be loosely around my age.. 24/25+ at minimum :)
I'm just looking for someone to share in daily chats, whether it be memes, jokes, ranting, venting, sharing secrets, passionate explanations about why your hobby/opinion is better than mine! (Prove it) Or just daily life snippets, pets, food you've cooked, things you're doing (I will send photos of my 2 rescue dogs on request)
A quick about me: I'm married - but that doesn't mean I don't need my own friends! I'm a gamer - will play almost anything An avid reader - let's talk favourite books Anime watcher - when I have nothing else to do Music enjoyer - fairly polyjamorous at this point but I am a rocker 🤘 I'm sarcastic, blunt and always speak my mind but also kind and caring Like to think I'm funny and quick witted but you can be the judge of that
So if you're looking for a new best friend and want to chat everyday and sometimes game, share books and songs/playlists, watch party or introduce me to any of your hobbies, (im not creative but will happily make a fool of myself attempting new stuff) send me a message! Happy to communicate in most formats on most platforms (text, voice, maybe video if we get to that point) If this post is still up, I'm still looking for more friends!
Hope to hear from you soon!

So I made a couple of posts a few months ago and it lead to making a cool casual friend on discord! So with renewed hopes, I'm trying again to hopefully this time find a closer platonic partner-in-crime, a best friend, or at least some more friends who will stick around to fill the long silences 😅 The only thing I ask of you is to be loosely around my age.. 24/25+ at minimum :)
I'm just looking for someone to share in daily chats, whether it be memes, jokes, ranting, venting, sharing secrets, passionate explanations about why your hobby/opinion is better than mine! (Prove it) Or just daily life snippets, pets, food you've cooked, things you're doing (I will send photos of my 2 rescue dogs on request)
A quick about me: I'm married - but that doesn't mean I don't need my own friends! I'm a gamer - will play almost anything An avid reader - let's talk favourite books Anime watcher - when I have nothing else to do Music enjoyer - fairly polyjamorous at this point but I am a rocker 🤘 I'm sarcastic, blunt and always speak my mind but also kind and caring Like to think I'm funny and quick witted but you can be the judge of that
So if you're looking for a new best friend and want to chat everyday and sometimes game, share books and songs/playlists, watch party or introduce me to any of your hobbies, (im not creative but will happily make a fool of myself attempting new stuff) send me a message! Happy to communicate in most formats on most platforms (text, voice, maybe video if we get to that point) If this post is still up, I'm still looking for more friends!
Hope to hear from you soon!