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Laudie-dog Surveillance Dog: Living a sheltered life or with the full view?

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Laudie-Dog, so very happy to be the Surveillance-Dog.

“The opiate of society” is what the Marxists / Communists / Socialists like to call religion, whereby, in that view, the Holy Family is a saccharine escape from the harsh realities of this world. In my travels to such countries that impose dialectical materialism on the peoples they oppress on purpose (with capitalistic narcissism wrought by the government being the goal), what I’ve noticed is that theirs (such governments) is an attempt to let greed drug the members of such governments into violence much worse than any opioids ever could. Opiods, by the way, always lead to violence. What I’ve noticed is that the only ones doing anything for anyone in any way in such places were and are believers, whose love and goodness and kindness and respect for others were the driving engine that drove them not right up into some pie in the sky, but rather into the most desperate of peripheries. For instance, pretty much every Catholic religious congregation in the world has a house opened up in Porte-au-Prince or Caracas or in the nearest ghetto near you. Laudie-dog the Surveillance-Dog is right to take up her post next to the Holy Family. That’s where the needs of all are seen and dealt with, of every man from Adam until the last man is conceived, the greatest need being our redemption and the grace by which we can let go of opioids and violence and live the love and goodness and kindness and respect for others that Jesus brings to us.

Isn’t it ironic, by the way, that the ones pushing drugs on the world are the Marxist guerrillas trying to make a few bucks by way of their violence?

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Going to Guadalupe? Pay the Mexican Military Cartel cash or die. It’s that bad.

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We had a wedding last Saturday in the parish. The couple went to Mexico for their honeymoon. They reported back that there are now military checkpoints everywhere in Mexico. They don’t ask for documents or other useless rubbish. They want money, only. If you refuse, they let you go, but they call ahead to inform the drug cartel in whatever area that you refuse to donate to their cause. The cartel stops you, and simply kills you as an example for others. This makes me upset inasmuch as my identity was used for arms transfers to the Sinaloa Cartel just when Joaquín “El Chapo” Archivaldo Guzmán Loera (now imprisoned along with his “godson”) started to terrorize innocent civilians, the government, the politicians, law enforcement and, finally, the Church.

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“Once upon a time” – drugs & druggies

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Starting off with “Once upon a time” means that it’s just a fairy tale. We all know that fairy tales only happen in fairy tale land in a time warp not belonging to our own. So, having said that:

Once upon a time a priest saw that the drug trafficking in the rural territory of his tiniest of all parishes was once upon a time skyrocketing. He knew that it wasn’t his responsibility to do anything about the drug problem other than to lead people to Jesus. He knew that others had a more direct pragmatic responsibility. But in that regard, there was once upon a time that he had to wonder about all the once upon a time incidents that were taking place once upon a time in fairy tale land:

  • Once upon a time not quite a couple dozen kids, many of them minors, all tripping out on cocaine, were under the supervision of a certain person in that certain person’s house, and the whole lot of them were caught. That particular person was transported nicely for questioning, at the end of which, within I think two hours, said person was let go. That’s it. Never happened. Once upon a time.
  • Once upon a time a certain person was caught with perhaps less than 150 kg of cocaine, or even more[!], but then enjoyed the “fact” that it never happened. That’s it. In my once upon a time opinion a thin red line was crossed with that one, you know, once upon a time.
  • Once upon a time it was made made known in fairy tale land that budget constraints (there are so many budgets in so many regions in fairy tale land) meant that there is no way that known once upon a time drug houses would ever be closed down, because, at any rate, such things all belong in the category of once upon a time.
  • Once upon a time, certain persons began to act as if they were above the law, thinking that they could get out of anything at any time for whatever reason, you know, things like recklessly endangering the lives of others, you know, once upon a time.

Backing out of fairy tale land, said priest, having a secret time-machine by which he travels back to reality (the Heart of Jesus) which uses a secret time-warp (the Hour in which Jesus draws all to Himself as He redeems us upon the Cross), said priest, I say, wonders again what to do about all this, and concludes that he should involve the very once upon a time perps in real evangelization of the once upon a time criminals. I have to wonder about that priest. Sounds like he’s a real donkey of a priest. Surely imprudent. It probably won’t work. But it reminds me of Jesus, who called twelve Apostles, all of whom, like all of us, crucified the Son of the Living God with their sin, original sin and their own, Jesus thus using the very criminals to evangelize. Hmmm. It still sounds imprudent to me. And all the Apostles ran away just at the time all the criminals were being helped out the most. It must be a fairy tale, once upon a time.

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Preparing the shot that can’t be taken: “Terrorism” hits my parish territory

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Recently I was at the hermitage for a quiet day, part of which was putting out a few rounds from the Glock into my homemade dot targets. The pattern was about the same as it had been previously at 27 feet, all 15 rounds in the space of the palm of a hand. But this time it is the same number North or South, East or West, which isn’t anything to be proud about, as there should be no directions, just 10-X every time, right? But at least the grip is as it should be with no predominance in any direction.

This was all done with what my practice had morphed into, that is, looking away from the target, spinning about at the screams of some imagined altercation while assessing the situation (type of threat, delivery system of the threat, opportunity), unholstering the gun, shouting some commands drawn from that assessment, drawing the gun up (it already being chambered) and pulling the trigger as soon as the front iron post comes into view IF that’s what the assessment still entails, what with circumstances changing even radically every nanosecond, including what’s next to or behind the target. These were all double taps.

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But then I added something, just to make the adrenaline flow a bit more freely as it would in the time of some always totally unexpected crisis. In the picture at the top, also 27 feet out, you’ll see two juice bottles side by side on the stump. That represents a hostage situation. When the guys train up for such things, as you can imagine, they are totally disqualified for one stray bullet, as that would defeat the purpose. One just has to be better than that. One has to be the best. I’m far from that. Obviously. But one has to start somewhere. So, up the juice bottles went. The idea is that under pressure at the maximum distance one might expect there to be while still being in the dynamic of such a situation, one hits only the one and not the other, and that the one one is hitting is actually hit. To miss both is just about as bad as hitting the hostage, as you’re not likely going to get a second chance unless the first one hits where it needs to hit. In the meantime, it’s all over for the hostage. Things to practice also include closing the distance if this won’t spook the hostage taker, all the while angling to gain a clear shot and a clear backstop.

The reason to train for such an eventuality that will pretty much never ever arise, it that in training for the more difficult one is training for the less difficult by default.

Any classroom training for such an event consists of 99.99% of the instruction being aimed at why never ever to shoot no matter what in such a situation, which is the same thing that is said also to law enforcement, the SWAT team crowd, et al. But then it is mentioned that it might just be the case that in the it-never-happens-anyway situation, you might just “have to take the shot” regardless of the safety of the actual hostage, though taking every precaution that the hostage not be hurt, which also includes putting oneself at risk. The idea, in that case, is that the perp must be neutralized, even if there are innocent bystanders round about the perp along with the hostage and also in back of the perp in the line of fire. In that case, the situation would be, for instance, that the perp is shooting quickly and with success at many people, killing as many as he can. But that’s the moment you wish you had practiced up for the more difficult case as a way to practice up for that which is easier. You don’t want to miss. You don’t want to have to take more than one shot. Anyway, that never happens. Anyway, I’ll practice for it.

As it is, the local Graham Star newspaper just put out a front page story on a possible budding terrorist in these most remote of back ridges of our national forests. It’s a bit of a joke, but at the same time it’s not. Here’s the evidence of a fevered but not lacking in reason mind of a terrorist:

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O.K. He’s an amateur, thinking he’s clever. This was at the dumpster site. This could be an attempt at terrorism, but I really doubt that. I think what’s happening is that a prescription druggie guy rooting around inside the many dumpsters at the site in search of discarded but still potent prescription opioids is sick of competition from other druggie guys rooting around the insides of the dumpsters. So, he’s created some sort of booby-trap meant to take out or at least hurt a fellow dumpster diver.

However, that kind of meanness, paranoid about everyone coming into the dumpster site, thinking that any of them could be there to steal “his” opioids in the dumpsters, might just accost those who are there to recycle and dump their trash: “Gimme your meds, or else!” That kind of thing instantly turns into a hostage situation if the wife is taken and he then notices that the husband is there. Dumpster sites are not lonely sites. They are pretty heavily trafficked. This is actually not an unlikely scenario, especially since the perps will be extra nervous what with talk of upping the penalties for dumpster diving (which usually results in all the contents of all the dumpsters being spread out over the lot so as to more easily comb through the rubbish for the drugs.

And we might be thinking, what a bad guy that terrorist druggie bad guy is. But did not our Lord allow himself to be taken hostage by our sins? Did He not lay down His life for us? Thank you, dear Lord. Thank you for saving us bad guys, us really bad guys.

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The druggie girl strikes again: fried

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A while back I wrote about the lady who almost T-boned me as she raced out onto the road without looking, how she then drove to a known alleged drug house, all without a licence plate on her car. Well, just yesterday, she was parked on the road outside the rectory (about 20 yards away), straddled across both lanes, moving a few inches when she saw me coming, but then staying there as if defiantly. I had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting her. But, of course, I realize that she was totally wasted on drugs. She finally moved after a stare down inasmuch as that is possible: her vacuous blank stare really made me feel so sorry for her. I should have reported her but we don’t have a drug dog anymore in town and she would probably register no alcohol on a breathalyzer. I suppose our LEOs would easily see she was totally wasted, and could haul her in for a blood test after an easily made traffic stop, what with her being all over the road hardly knowing where she is. I really should call that kind of thing in…

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Hillbilly heroin in my parish. What to do for evangelization? Ideas?

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There are 8,600 total residents in Graham County. Subtract a thousand or so for the tiny tots, another few thousand for the 1/2 year cabin dwellers paying tax on their properties, another few thousand for those who are clean from drugs altogether, another thousand or so who have legitimate paliative needs, leaving us with, say, 4,300 or so. How’s my math? Now, divide that into 885,800 opioids prescribed for Graham County last year. That’s prescribed, mind you. The drug industry, besides the meth labs and heroin dealers (we’re behind the times here), is all about people taking prescription meds WITHOUT a prescription, buying the pills on the street, you know, cut with fentanyl, maybe a bit of heroin. Besides the open and protected moonshining (“dry county” laws protect the industry), the economy is all about drugs. We get needles in our church parking lot. Few use needles (its relatively more difficult). The irony is, people come here to get away from the drugs. Some pain relief is legitimate of course, even life saving, necessary. I know that.

If you look up a graph of this kind of drug use, you’ll see it absolutely skyrocketed after 2008, when people fell for the absolute entitlement brainwashing and subsequent depression and low self-esteem. It doesn’t help when a percentage of the backwater churches scream out that everybody is going to hell no matter what because that’s what’s in the Bible. But it’s not. That’s blasphemy. Jesus didn’t die for nothing. Sometimes I think that some “ministers” are simply political operatives who dumb people down and turn them away from religion as if this were their only purpose in life. They’re not political operatives, but, wow, you’d be tempted to think ole George Soros had a mountain retreat here. Oh wait! (I don’t know). It’s just that, I mean, can anyone be that mean and that ignorant of what’s in the Bible? I feel so sorry for them. They are truly sheep without a shepherd. But they are all my parish in a way, right? I’m to want to share with them the greatest love of my life, the Lord Jesus, right?

For years, decades really, I’ve been ruminating about evangelization in just such a place as this. I got a call just the other day which may coincide with this rumination, indeed, with what I see as the great need in this area. Anyway, do you have any ideas? Don’t think that the Legion of Mary hasn’t already bloodied their knuckles knocking on EVERY single door in the county! Jesus is working on people. And they are chomping at the bit wanting to know more. But we have to make it easy for them to learn. To be Catholic in this area is not at all politically correct. Prison ministry is one way. Visiting the sick and shut-ins another. O.K. But… Also, I’ve got swaths of two other counties.

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Violence everywhere? Tell Jesus!

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A reader sent this in from EWTN/CNA:

A priest’s stunning theory on why Juarez is less dangerous now

by Bárbara Bustamante  — Juarez, Mexico, Jan 26, 2017 / 04:59 am

Juarez, located in the state of Chihuahua in northern Mexico, was considered from 2008 to 2010 to be one of the the most dangerous cities in the world, due to drug trafficking violence and the constant struggles for power and territory between the cartels.

However, the city of 1.3 million inhabitants dropped off this list thanks to a significant decrease in the number of homicides: from 3,766 in 2010 to 256 in 2015.

Although this drop can be credited to an improvement in the work of local authorities, for Fr. Patrico Hileman – a priest responsible for establishing Perpetual Adoration chapels in Latin America – there is a much deeper reason: Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.

“When a parish adores God day and night, the city is transformed,” Fr. Hileman said.

The priest told Radio María Argentina that in 2013 the missionaries opened the first Perpetual Adoration Chapel in Juarez. At that time “40 people a day were dying because two drug gangs were fighting over the city to move drugs into the United States.”

It was the Juarez and Sinaloa cartels, whose former leader Joaquín “el Chapo” Guzmán Loera was recently extradited from Mexico to the United States.

Fr. Hileman recalled that “the parishes were saying that the war wasn’t ending because a group of soldiers were with one gang and the police were with the other one. They were killing people, burning houses down so they would leave, fighting over the city.”

One of the parishes that was “desperate” asked the missionaries to open a Perpetual Adoration chapel because they assured that “only Jesus is going to save us from this, only Jesus can give us security.”

The missionaries only took three days to establish the first Perpetual Adoration chapel in Juarez.

Fr. Hileman told how one day, when the city was under a state of siege, a lady was on her way to the chapel to do her Holy Hour at 3:00 in the morning, when she was intercepted by six soldiers who asked her where she was heading.

When the woman told them that she was going to “the little chapel” the uniformed men asked her what place, because everything was closed at that hour. Then the woman proposed they accompany her to see for themselves.

When they got to the chapel, the soldiers found “six women making the Holy Hour at the 3:00 in the morning,” Fr. Hileman said.

At that moment the lady said to the soldiers: “Do you think you’re protecting us? We’re praying for you 24 hours a day.”

One of the uniformed men fell down holding his weapon,“crying in front of the Blessed Sacrament. The next day at 3:00 in the morning they saw him in civilian clothes doing a Holy Hour, crying oceans of tears,” he said.

Two months after the chapel was opened, the pastor “calls us and says to us: Father, since the chapel was opened there has not been one death in Juarez, it’s been two months since anyone has died.”

“We put up ten little chapels in a year,” Fr. Hileman said.

As if that were not enough, “at that time they were going to close the seminary because there were only eight seminarians and now there are 88. The bishop told me me that these seminarians had participated in the Holy Hours.”

Fr. Hileman pointed out that “that is what Jesus does in a parish” when people understand that “we find security in Christ.”

He also noted that “the greatest miracles occur in the early hours of the morning. “

The early morning “is when you’re most at peace, when you hear God better, your mind, your heart is more tranquil, you’re there alone for God. If you are generous with Jesus, he is a thousand times more generous with you,” Fr. Hileman said.

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Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman, American puppet[?] treated like royalty

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Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman is in federal lockup, up on the tenth floor of Manhattan’s Metropolitan Correctional Center, second in security only to the ultra-super-max in Colorado. There are more than forty witnesses ready to testify against him. I’d like to add one more name to that list…

From prison, Guzman will continue to head up the world’s largest drug cartel (concentrating on cocaine, heroin and meth), which is, as expected, also by far the most violent. His Sinaloa thugs have killed more than 30,000 people, a third of the more than 100,000 people assassinated in the Mexican drug war. That’s not counting the millions whose lives were destroyed by his drugs right around the world, and millions more for succeeding generations. He is largely responsible for the rampant drug use in these USA, and is indirectly responsible for all the crime and murder and family sorrow related to the presence of drugs. Anyone who has ever helped him now has a debt of honor to work against him…

I would have some questions for our own government about all this, you know, why it seems that he was simply our puppet, someone who would destabilize a neighboring country so that it couldn’t possibly prosper. Remember how he was the hero assisting the U.S. government in the investigation of the assassination of Cardinal Ocampo? Remember how we supplied him weapons? Is he here in the USA because he won’t be able to talk much to the outside world about our partnership with him?

I would have some questions for the Mexican government along these lines, such as why Mexico, which wants to see Guzman convicted and imprisoned about 100,000 times more than these USA… why did they give him up to these USA?

Guzman enjoys 240 square feet of floor space. Multiply that by air space up to the ceiling and that’s 2,400 square feet. That’s one hundred times as much space as American prisoners in, say, the New Hampshire State Prison for Men, where inmates get a total of 24 square feet, that is, a coffin sized bunk two feet high, two feet wide and six feet long. That’s it. These USA treat Guzman like royalty. Why is that?

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Home security, you know, during the transition to make USA great again

img_20170120_091414Here’s something I did today in just sixty seconds. Replace the tiny deadbolt plate screws with long screws because, here’s the deal:

Money, Food Stamps and Welfare Checks might be in short supply for some people who can get a job but wont take a job, that is, until they wrap their minds around getting a job, and that means that home invasions may sharply spike until the entitlement mentality of some is replaced with a perspective emphasizing initiative. Admittedly, it’s difficult for druggies to get jobs because many of them look terribly wasted. The trick is to get them to get some self-esteem. I never thought that worked for anyone ever, unless that self-esteem comes from getting to know that our heavenly Father loved each one of us so much as to send his Son among us to die for us.

img_20170120_091528Meanwhile, there is an exercise in prudence and, quite frankly, deescalation of possible confrontations which takes just a minute. Deescalation is always good. This involves exterior doors to your house / apartment. Take out the tiny screws that come with a dead bolt plate (whose tininess makes it easy to kick in a door), and replace them with, say, 3″ screws, making it really difficult to kick in a door, as the longer screws go beyond the frame of the door and into the supporting structure of the house. Seeing that you’ve done this can put off a potential home-invader altogether. They can see you’ve done your homework.

We just now had another bit of violence in the parish territory, this time down in Marble. The sheriff is calling the scene of violence suspicious. Personally, I doubt if the fellow who died could beat his own brains out with a baseball bat / crowbar. So, just my humble opinion, it wasn’t a suicide. The suspected purveyor of the violence had already, it seems, been in prison for providing extreme and deadly violence to another. Drugs may be involved in the life of the alleged provider of the violence.

Things happen, and they happen quickly, and we should assist in deescalation by taking precautions with that which costs pretty much nothing in time and treasure.

And no, what I say in this post isn’t a microaggression against druggies. Being helpful and doing things that will deescalate situations is always helpful.

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Meth-heads gift my parish a hacked up donkey. Such violence! My response.

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This is what I saw when I drove up to the church parking lot this morning. So, this happened just last night, perhaps very early on January 13.

These chunks of carcass, two back-ends and a back-strap, look like they come from a donkey (in which case I would take great personal offence), but are most likely from a field dressed deer, with the hunter using a chainsaw or ax in order to hack it to pieces. It’s not a pig as pig meat is very light in color. A few things…

  • The pieces of carcass are posed nicely, placed, not simply dumped, which is pretty insane, kind of like someone whose brain is fried by heavy-metal meth.
  • The pieces of carcass were situated in the exact center-center of the lower parking lot even though there is everywhere else (right there) to throw these into the woods or a ditch, so this is also pretty insane, kind of like someone whose brain is fried by heavy-metal meth.
  • I’ve run across this phenomenon before here in Andrews, NC, when we were looking for a rectory. One family seemed to be living in a meth-lab and there was a stench coming from the kitchen. Someone opened the fridge door and the rotten-meat smell went right through the house. Kind of insane, like someone whose brain is fried by heavy-metal meth.
  • The most logical explanation for this insanity is that a local meth lab has started up using our parking lot again at night. This will be the third one. Someone who wanted drugs but had no money was bringing payment in kind, hacking up their donkey (or a deer) for this end. But the meth-lab owner rejected the offering, which was already rotting as happens for meth-heads (see above). It really was pretty rank, with the smell staying in my nostrils for hours and Laudie-dog smelling this on me many hours later. Anyway, when asked what to do with the rejected carcass, the customer was told to place the remains in the parking lot as a gift for the church, thinking that this was a nice gesture on their part – no, really! – hence the pieces being placed nicely and not at all just thrown down or thrown away.

But what do I know? Nothing. And because of that, I was instantly reminded of this horse head scene from the original “Godfather” movie! If you have a weak constitution, don’t watch this 90 second clip, as it’s rather like the picture above…

Perhaps there are some readers who think Laudie-dog would have loved to eat that dead donkey (or deer), but I won’t give it to her, the reason being that I’m quite sure this is all meth-head related, and could be from the meth-lab itself, meaning that the meat is saturated with heavy metals, all very unhealthy. No, it was all tossed away appropriately.

All this brings back questions of evangelization. It’s all for Jesus. This donkey says: It’s all for Jesus.

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Laudie-dog Drug-dog

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I’ve dealt with a lot of druggies in my day, and I must say that I never came across a druggie who was using drugs for “recreational use” or whom drugs made more mellow or laid back or just giggly and nothing more. Instead, there’s always anger, depression, escapism, and conformism and thus a pretending to be “cool” by way of subservience to the tyranny of relativism of the lowest common denominator of self-loathing (and therefore loathing of everything and everyone else). And, by the way, no… Laudie dog was not given any drugs for these pictures. She was yawning and stretching after a nap:

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Laudie-dog is always happy to be Laudie-dog. And we should be happy to be Temples of the Holy Spirit with the peace and joy and gentleness and goodness and kindness and self-control that are given in abundance by the Holy Spirit. Trying to have all those things by our own determination would lead to a frustration that would put anyone on drugs. Receiving the same from the Holy Spirit is altogether different. Humble thanksgiving is where it’s at, always, without exception. Humble. Thanksgiving. Humble. Thanksgiving.

Speaking of drugs, the little towns of my parish are mired in them. There were drug houses on both sides of one of our churches. I just kept taking all the licence plate tag numbers of the customers continuously and obnoxiously, flashing my high-beams, all that, making it obvious what I was doing. That takes about a month or two if you’re on-site for the whole operation to move away. But I did it, meth-lab after meth-lab. They were really unhappy. Not very smart on my part, I suppose, but I have no time for for that kind of aggressive abuse of humanity. I’ve dealt with it all way too close to home for way too long a time. Am I willing to accompany druggies? Of course, but first, put the guns down and toss the drugs. While I don’t think that guns make anyone more violent, I do think that drugs open up that possibility. Drugs and guns don’t mix.

Laudie-dog’s teeth are her “guns” but they don’t make her more violent even when she’s finishing up taking the ol’ yawning drug (even though she looks a heck of a lot meaner):

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