All Buttoned-Up Was He In His Sunday Best.

"Burials Are For The Dead.

Funerals Are For The Living."

Uncle Monty (1944 - )

+St. Oswald, 2oo8.

+
+
I don't know what they did to his body,
but he looked like he was a cooked rabbit.
His ginger hair was all dishevelled. His
face looked like the inside of a fried spud.
His ears like sprouting kale or kail. His
eyes looked like dull bullbearings as I
pulled back his closed eyelids.
His mouth was open and he'd
swallowed his own tongue.
^^^
Half-striped naked, his unstitched stab
wounds showed gobs of coagulated blood
on his chest and on his belly. His skin
colour had now turned to that of dried
white coconut and his thin lips now
sealed for time immortal.
^^^
Young was he at just age 17 as I forensically
photographed him the day after Richard

Nixon was forced to resign his Republican
presidency.
^^^
His name was Robbie Adams. My task then as a
forensic photographer (and of which I became a
news photographer just weeks later) was to docu-
ment the lad's grim body on a mortuary slab and
to detail everything about Robbie's street death
from the visual evidence I could photograph
such as the stab wounds, the condition of the body,
the outer injuries so sustained by the knife attack
and whatever could tell the jury, if one was called,
about the impact of what had happened to Robbie,
who was a young wiry lad when he got in a street fight
at Carson City, Nevada, over his new girlfriend with
an ex-convict and parolee twice his age and size.
^^^
The parolee had previously been convicted in
Vermont of murder by stabbing. Robbie had no
idea of what he was getting himself into, that I
am sure. For that, he was to lose his life against
a vicious character who should never have
been let out on the streets ever again to
commit yet another dastardly murder.
^^^
As a forensic photographer, you "look" but you don't
"see." That may sound odd, but that's what I found
as I photographed and recorded homicide scenes,
suicide acts, fatal car accidents, and cases of sheer
butality and ugly abuse on children and the elderly
and what have you. One's mind learns to block out
the horror of what one is photographing in order to
produce the required images for legal purposes and
for police and coroner documentation of the crimes
of murder and/or severely injured and/or battery
by violent confrontations among other matters.
^^^
After I photographed Robbie Adams' dead body,
that took at least 90 minutes to complete accord-
ing to forensic standards, they then took his body
and drained all his blood from his body and then
embalmed him. He was then dressed and placed
in his casket of blue silk bedding and white satin
pillows for his upcoming family wake at the local
funeral director's parlor. There he was shown to
family and friends in an open casket until it was
time to be sealed for his graveside service,
and finally, his actual cemetery burial.
^^^
All bottoned-up was he in his Sunday best is
what I last saw of Robbie Adams as he was laid
to rest two days after I'd produced such death
images of him and ten days after his vile
murder on the streets of America.
^^^
Truly, Uncle Monty. +St. Leander, 2oo8.

:: For legal and privacy reasons, I have

changed the name of the actual lad in

question and also the location of his

American murder. Otherwise, the story

is true to the best of my memory ::

A Few Pictures Here of My Trip to Dead-End Belfast.

Catholic Hungerstriker Bobby Sands, MP.,

(1954-1981). He starved himself to death at

age 27 and was, and still is, an hero among

the working-class Republican community.

Myself at the Sinn Fein/Irish Republican Army's

"Garden of Remembrance" at Belfast's Falls Road.

Street Vendor Monika, 21, from Romania,
at University Road near Belfast Queen's
University. She sells "Ireland's Issues,"
published at Dublin and sold by street
people throughout the two Irelands. Many
of the women I saw selling "Issues" were
Romanian young women gypsies.
"The Provos" are seen here on one of many
wall murals scattered all over Belfast from the
Catholic Falls Road to Protestant Donegall Pass. A recent feature at Ulster has been the Belfast Wheel

set along side the old downtown Belfast City Hall. It's smaller

than the photo so deceptively makes it look alot bigger

than it really is ...

Stormont - The Northern Ireland National

Assemby - set in 365 acres of lush land on

the outskirts of Dead-End Belfast. That's

one acre of land for each day of the year ...

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:: ::

For my full story on my visit to Ulster, please see below ...

FAR FROM FAINT ARE THE TROUBLES OF BELFAST

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Cheers, Uncle Monty. +St. Lawrence, 2oo8.

Far From Faint Are The Troubles of Belfast.

Sectarian violence, the

sinking of The Titanic,

and the annual parades

to King Charles of Orange,

seem to throb in the minds

and hearts of the Ulster

people at their dead-end

city of Belfast. The 30-year

conflict here in Northern

Ireland - called "The

Troubles" - between

Protestants and Catholics had

soon evolved into a political

and ideological confrontation

and not a religious one that the

world news media insisted was

the real problem at Ulster.

***

The Troubles have faded some-

what thesedays compared to

the mayhem and murder between

the various political fractions

like the Irish Republican Army (IRA)

and the Ulster Defense Force (UDF)

of the past years. What has emerged

now is a new sense of societal in-

security among many folks of Belfast

since the paramilitary groups have

given way to the regular legal and

civil authorities to handle matters

by disarming themselves in the name

of the brokered Good Friday Ageement

at Stormont, where the North Ireland

national assembly sends its elected

representatives. I hope to visit Stor-

mont before I return from Ulster.

***

With the decline of the para-

militiaries and its law and order

presence on the streets of Bel-

fast and elsewhere, there has

been a noticeable increase in

public disorder, criminal activity,

illicit drug selling and use, and

a fast breakdown of community val-

ues, so I am told by those I have

spent the past two days here in Bel-

fast informally talking to and of

several differing voices both in

the Protestant and Catholic en-

claves or "religious" ghettoes of

Belfast. All strangers here are

seen as an initial threat and

need to be watched very carefully

by an otherwise "friendly" people.

***

I've now spent some time at

Donegall Pass, the Protestant

stronghold of the city. There every-

thing about English Protestantism is

almost revered beyond words and the

flags of Northern Ireland and Great

Britain are fesstooned for all to

see. While at Falls Road at where

Catholicism and Republicism are

strongly stated and demanded. There

the language spoken is oftentimes

more in Irish Gealic than English

and to where the Union Jack finds

no safe haven or welcome salutes.

The flag of the Republic of Ireland

or Eire is what you otherwise see

and the headquarters of Sinn Fein

stands firmly on Falls Road, too.

***

No matter what, my feelings here

vibrated with a deadening sense of

Belfast being a dead-end place,

despite the recent political

and social atomsphere having

become alot calmer of late along

with a normalcy common to most

other UK communities. But when

I see the police stations barr-

icaded, and police vehicles

designed like armoured mini-

tanks still carreening down

the city streets, then such a

city to me is little more than

a dead-end one.

***

The Titanic was designed and

built at Belfast. And like

The Troubles many years

later, the sinking of The

Titantic was a human dis-

aster of which thousands

lost their lives due to the

perils of the sea and then

due later to the perils

of religious and political

conflict among the people

of Northern Ireland.

***

As for King Charles of Orange and

The Battle of the Boyne, I think

perhaps, and as a Englsh Protestant

myself, it is truly time to put

him and the ancient battle away

and back into the history books of

Ulster, instead of all those annual

Order of Orange parades that incite

more religious and political hate

for the sake of hatred. "Give peace

a chance," above all else ...

***

Belfast may look cheap, but it isn't.

Internet Cafes charge £3.00 to £5.00

per hour for web use while in London

it costs as little as 50p to a quid an

hour. At the Ten Square Luxury Hotel

they want $265.00 per night for the use

of their Bradley Suite. Or you can take

their "No Boy Package" available from

£350.00 for 2 rooms: "If you are in the

mood for some girlie indulgence,"

states the hotel's brochure, "can we

recommend you book yourself into Ten

Square, and take two Superior Guest-

rooms, choose two movies, champagne,

popcorn, chocolate truffles, and beauty

packs and revel in it." Otherwise, you

can stay there for around $110.00 in

their "cheap" bedrooms. A pint of milk

costs 39p in London but at Spur's in

Belfast they charge 59p for the same

thing. And, for a cuppa of tea £1.85.

A little pack of six scones would

usually sell for less than 99p in

London, but here at Ulster they

price the same at £1.59. So Belfast

isn't cheap. Unlike London, it has

very few blacks or so-called Afro-

Europeans flooding the pavements

here. Cellphone users are thankfully

pretty thin, too. Although Eastern

Europeans from Romania and Poland have

appeared recently on the streets, I

am told. In fact, I photographed Monika

from Romania selling the street magazine

called "Ireland's Issues" that comes out

every 3 weeks and is published at Eire's

Dublin for street people to sell. They

sell it for 3 Euro in Southern Ireland and

2 quid in Northern Ireland. Many of the

items in "Issues" are regurgitated stories

from other street publications outside of

Eire and NI. A good example of that was the

story on Dame Anita Roddick's sudden death.

On the front cover of the issue 67, Vol 5,

that I bought from the vendor - a Romanian

gypsy girl called Monika aged 21 - it stated:

"A Hand Up, Not A Hand Out." At the bottom of

the cover it further stated: "50% of Cover

Price Goes Directly To The Seller. Thank

You. To Prevent Fraud: Please Buy From

Badged Sellers Only. Please Do Not Hand

Over Any Money Until The Magazine is in

your Possession." You'd think a crime

syndicate was behind the vendors from

such palaver on the front cover ...

And, I also saw no Big Issue sellers

no matter how hard I looked while

staying at Belfast ...

***

I stayed, by the way, at the comfy

Victorian guest house called The Botanic

Lodge at the heart of the student community

of Belfast Queen's University. And, lovely

Cathy Malone was my nice lodge host. Break-

fast at her's was an Irish treat and none of

that breakfast rubbish called "Continental"

did I see. Oh, and Greater Belfast now has

a population of almost 580.000 residents.

***

Travelling from Scotland's port of

Stranraer via the Stena Line ferry to

the grim Port of Belfast, I was con-

fronted with gale force winds that

almost knocked me overboard with it

being so strong and windy along with

it still being pitch dark and raining

like catz and dogz upon my first arri-

val in Northern Ireland of what will

be my almost 1,000 mile round trip

from and to London. It was a grim

start to this rather grim and dead-

end city of which now completes my

goal of visiting all the four capi-

tal cities of the United Kingdom

- London, Edinburgh, Cardiff and

now, fnally, Belfast.

***

I have taken an indepth set

of photographs of Belfast while

here and I will share those once

I can upload them next week for

you all to see ... Hopefully, I'll

present a true and not a negative

image per se of Belfast via my

photos, even though I still

think of it for now as a

dead-end city ...

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Greetings to you from Northern Ireland,

Uncle Monty. +19th Day of Lent, 2oo8.

Justice Is Little More Than A Seven-Letter Word.

Like caged cattle the prisoners arrived by Serco

white prison vans to face judgement or release or

further remand at Highbury Corner Magistrates

Court on a dreary and depressing morning at

old foggy London Town. I myself had arrived

to be an ordered witness at the court in the

case of rabid robbery against me from some

weeks ago while then travelling on the No. 25

"ghettoized" bendy bus in which two robbers

now stand accused of robbing me and getting

caught red-handed by four plainclothes cops

who, by sheer chance, happened to be there

on the same bendy at the same time as the

accused robbers and me ...

***

Courtrooms are scattered around the world.

They control and sentence millions of people

each year for every conceivable offense or

crime that humankind is constantly held to

task not to commit. And whether they like it

or not, the law is there to exact its power

over the rest of us. There is, of course, no

such thing as "justice" for it is doesn't exist,

except by perception or myth or belief that

it exists. The poorer you are, the poorer the

"justice" is. The richer you are, the oppose of

it tends to exist in the minds of the rich. But

no matter what, "justice" is little more than

a seven-letter word - period.

***

Courts cost billions of dollars each year to

operate at every corner of the globe. We

have every kind of courts imaginable:

Civil Courts, Sharia Courts, Bankrupt Courts,

Traffic Courts, Youth or Teen Courts, Divorce

Courts, Night Courts, Arbitration Courts, Tribal

Courts, District Courts, Secret Courts, Appeals

Courts, Ecclesiastic or Consistory Courts, Military

Courts, Police Courts, Magistrate Courts, and

above all, Kangaroo Courts, just to name a few.

***

I must leave now to attend the court hearing and

to present my testimony under oath regarding

the robbery against me ...

***

Once I've finished my eye witness testimony, I'll

then add more about what occurred inside the

British courtroom at Highbury Corner.

Sincerely, Uncle Monty. +Daffadilly Day, 2oo8.

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:: UPDATE ::

Got back to the court and

shortly afterwards the fire

alarms went off and hundreds

of people were evacuted and

ordered out on the street.

After an hour and half, we

were let back inside the court

building only to find out that

most of the cases had been ad-

jorned completely. It seems all

the prisoners in the court cells

were evacuted and shipped back

to the prisons from where they

came from first thing this morn-

ing and so witnesses like me were

of no use with the prisoners and

the accused having already left

the building for the day ...

So one whole day was wasted

for nothing as I left some

seven hours after waiting to

testify before the court. I

just knew the day was bloody

jinxed ...

***

Electrocardiographicalisticulite ... Nice word, yep?

Whether or not I've correctly spelled the

word "Electrocardiographicalisticulite"

-- some 32 words making it perhaps one

of the longest or elongated words I've

ever seen -- is not the point here.

Rather, it's to do with me being sub-

jected to such during my appointment

at Old Thomas Guy's at the Southwark

Wing. What in heaven's name does such

a word mean? Yes, it's medical for sure

in meaning, but I'm still at a loss

to understand not only what the word

means but why such a word needs to be so

looooooooooooooong. Is there a doctor out

there who can figure out the real meaning

of "electocardographicalisticulite" in

simple layman's terms? If so, please post

here your response for me and us all ...

Kudos, Monty. +2nd Sunday in Lent, 2oo8.

:: UPDATE ::

Patti Patterson writes:

Monty dear, you've missed the 'i'

in the 'cardo' part of the word.

You'll find 32 letters in the word.

What it means exactly I do not know,

dear, but I think it is some fancy

jargon in hospitals for heart matters.

Thanx Patti. I have now corrected

the word and added the "i." Guess

you're right about the meaning, too.

Your's Monty. +Vigil of St. Wulfric, 2oo8.

Scruples So Soulfully Shrift ...

SCRUPLES:

(Lat. scrupulus 'small sharp stone').

"In moral theology unfounded fears

that there is sin where there is none.

Scrupulosity may be the result of much

ascetic reading of rigorist tendency,

but more often is the outcome of

nervous distrubances. It usually

manifests itself in the fear of having

consented to sinful imaginations and

desires, of having made incomplete

confessions, and of being unworthy

of the reception of the sacraments.

It may also err with regard to duties

which it is prone to see where they do

not exist. Scrupulosity, which often in-

clines the penitent to refuse submission

to the judgement of his (or her) con-

fessor, may lead to sins of obstinacy

and despair, or, conversely, to self-

indulgence. The scrupulous, who are

discouraged from making minute

confessions, are usually counselled to

disregard their scruples and to act

in obedience to the advice of a

prudent spiritual director."

The Oxford Dictionary of the Christian

Church. Edited by Lady Margaret Profesor

of Divinity F. L. Cross. 1958. pp. 1234.
(Periodically, I shall post here other religious

definitions that take my fancy and to which

I shall "scrupulously" share with you all ...)

In French: "Scrupuleux."

In German: "Gewissenshaft."

Truly, Monty. +12th Day of Lent, 2oo8.

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It's Profits From The Poverty of Others, My Dear John Bird.

This is the first image I took of John Bird in 2oo5
The UK Big Issue's London HQ at Vauxhall

Bunch of Eastern European "Homeless" or
"Dehomed Foreigners" outside the kitchen
at London's Mother Theresa Mens Hostel.
+++
In his two-page spread in his own magazine,

The Big Issue's editor John Bird presented his
own semantic 1,700-word opinion on the burning

issue of the continuing influx of foreigners, most

notably those coming from Eastern Europe, to Eng-

land and who then, in so many cases, soon land up

here as so-called "homeless." What he had to say

was headed by his dizzy 12-word caption: "WE

WILL WORK WITH THE POOR AND HOMELESS

WHEREVER THEY COME FROM." Such appeared

in the colourful Janet Jackson edition, No. 782.

===
How the Poles, Romanians, Bulgarians,

Estonians and Latvians, who have been flocking

to and flooding England, can suddenly be called

"homeless" is beyond me. Especially, since they

are primarily economic migrants first and foremost

and who oftentimes arrive deliberately with insuffi-

cient funds and skills to contribute to their own

welfare upon arriving at poruous border Britain. I

call them "dehomed foreigners" -- meaning they

freely gave up their home and/or left their country

voluntarily from whence they came -- and are thus

not homeless in the vanacular or sense to which

John Bird peppers his bloated opinion on those who

are "suffering" from poverty of their own making in

all too many instances ...

===

With so many jobless and unskilled Eastern Europeans

now embedded in England, such has provided a new

and plentiful and unexpected reseviour and flow of

so-called "new homeless" for The Big Issue to freely
recruit and badge to further flog its weekly publication

on the cold streets of Albion. Such is a growing threat to

the "homeland homeless" who are now confronted with
such "dehomed foreigners" and to which The Big Issue

and John Bird himself seems to be totally oblivious to ...

It seems they don't give a damn as long as they can

get to sell more copies of The Big Issue to make more

profit from wherever the pool of street vendors can be

replenished by foreigners at the expense of the

"homeland homeless." The more I read John Bird's

article, the more it sounded to me like some kind of

New Labour or Internationale Manifesto. God forbid ...

===

A few years ago I was hostelled at Mother Theresa's

"Home of Love." At that time, there was about 55%

Eastern Europeans staying there under the eye of

Mother Superior Sister Innocentia and Sister Timothy.

Another 15% were Africans and/or Asians; 20% were

Irish, Spanish, Italians, I guess; while the rest of us,

like me, were white British citizens of perhaps 10%.

Today, Mother Theresa's now houses 90% Eastern

Europeans ... I mention this example to demonstrate

how the local homeless have been displaced and taken

over by the unending influx of Eastern Europeans to the

UK. So great are the number of Poles now claiming

"homelessness" since they left Poland that they now

have their own Polish street paper all for themselves.

===

In reading John Bird's opinion, he says: "Let's help

the displaced (like all those Eastern Europeans now at

Mother Theresa's and elsewhere in England, I assume)

to become placed. They can therefore start supporting

themselves. Let's get them into the workforce. Let's

get them started on doing the jobs that are always

on offer, so that they can educate themselves and

they can educate their children." It sounds grand,

but why not pay for them to go back home instead

of them taking up all of our resources and expenses

to do what should have already been done for

them back home in their country of origin? Why

must we educate and feed their childen, too? It's

their problem, not our's. Nor is it the task that The

Big Issue is capable of taking on no matter what

John Bird's says about how it was first set up to

work with the poor and homeless. Locally, yes.

Globally, no. It wasn't set up to do that. It was

set up to make a profit, despite all the talk of

its so-called "benevolence" for the poor and

homeless ... Over the years, the poor and destitute

have brought in millions of pounds for The Big Issue

that is now tantamount to "corporate welfare" as

thousands of its street vendors make only peanuts

at best for most of them ...

===

So the reality of The Big Issue is first to make a
profit above all else. It's profits from the poverty of

others who happen to be homeless people. No

people of poverty, no profits. It is those

kind of people who The Big Issue depends

on to sell its weekly to the buying public.

And thus "dehomed foreigners" help propel

greater profits for The Big Issue with no labour

costs to pay for such street vendors who must

then sell the magazine in order for such a foreigner

or native vendor to even buy his or her own cuppa tea.

And thus, they're then left to the elements to survive

or not. Most do not ...

And, of course, if there's no homeless then there's

no street vendors and so no profits for John and

his Vauxhall clique and fat catz at The Big Issue.

===

England cannot afford to be the Nanny of the world's

poor and destitute, ad infinitum ... Many of the

so-called "poor" are social and economic failures

before they even stepped foot in Limeyland. They

come to England for one reason only -- to get

freebies galore and to get something for nothing.

They came to take, not to give ... What some of

them get once raw reality sinks in is a sobering

stint at being a Big Issue street vendor that's a far

cry from the rosy stories back home of how Great

Britain is a "soft touch" and is paved with free gold.

"Go West, Young Man," means go west to England

thesedays from Eastern Europe, unlike what it once

meant in America by going West to California during

the Gold Rush.

===

There is no gold rush in England only a gold

drain ... The majority of foreigners and natives

will not even see a bar of pure gold in their own

lifetime, except for those high-powered city traders

at The Square MIle and even there the gold is

losing its lustre of late for some traders due to

the global economic turndown ... Yet ironically,

performance bonuses for some company exec-

utives and upper managers are bigger this year

than last despite the economic forcasts of doom

and gloom ... It's like the sub-prime crisis never

happened in America or property prices went

wobblely as they grab bonuses running into the

billions ...

===

Aside from John Bird's rhetoric and posturing on

immigration, what is The Big Issue really getting out

of all of the non-ending influx of "dehomed" Eastern

Europeans or foreigners? They're getting a supply of

new alien faces on the city and town streets across

the whole face of the UK. Many of the aliens are only

physically here in Britain, while emotionally and men-

tally they're still back in Krakow or from wherever they

came from. All too many are simply "lost" - period.

Most have not adjusted or acclimatized to England

socially, economically, and culturally. And, most

never will. They're suffering from cultural lag and

linguistic inability and the disease of unprepared

poverty. They turn to The Big Issue oftentimes for

"employment" out of desperation of nothing else

to turn to to get money ... Jobwise or otherwise

they've few place to turn to ... But John Bird's

publication doesn't employ street vendors, so

such "dehomed foreigners" are still at a loose

end for a real job come at the end of the day,

even if they have a few quid in their pockets

after hours and hours on the streets trying to

sell the latest Big Issue. Yes, it does have

its bigjob offers on the internet, but nothing is

there for its street vendors even for the most

talented ones. College kidz love to work for

TBI. It's the "in" thing to "care" about the

homeless yet never having been homeless

themselves. How cute?

===

Language is the greatest barrier for the dehomers, aside

from the resentment against them by many local English

because they're seen as unwelcomed foreigners in a

land that is already choking to death on such vexing

people and useless Third World immigrants that have

brought with them all of their crime, all of their diseases,

all of their bad attitude, all of their tribal violence, all of

their anti-White mindset, all of their drug habits, all of

their cultural mishmash, and all of their abuse of the

immigration laws that New Labour seems mindlessly

content to let them further abuse at any time.

Ex-Labour minister Lord Turner has now called

for "no more immigration and babies" for fear of a

racist (the proper word is "racial") backlash in Britain

due to the straggering and overwhelming numbers of Third

Worlders still crowding out our country. If there is a racial

backlash -- and I think it's only a matter of time for such --

then this past Anthony Blair and present Gordon Brown

Labour Government should be put in the criminal dock

and indicted forthwith ... And if the two "B's" -- Blair and

Brown -- are found guilty, then send them to Belmarsh to

get a taste of England's top security jailhouse for awhile.

===

In other points regarding John Bird's 1,700-word opinion

on the role that he believes The Big Issue can and should

play in the present growing crisis of masses of EU citizens

invading Little Britain, I will take some of his points and state

what I believe are fallacious ones and some of those that

I think may have some merit. Of course, such is my own

personal opinion and is not intended in anyway to speak for

John or his Big Issue businesses. And make no mistake,

I like John Bird to bits. But I state what I believe without

fear or favour to anybody or to anything, even if I like

them to bits or not.

===

I will perhaps have more to say, if I have the time,

about John's article and his Internationalist rationale

to aid and abet all the newcomers from foreign parts

now polluting England like street garbage ... As

promised earlier, I have now uploaded three images

of mine as shown at the top of the page to go with

my observations.

===

I think John Bird's comment that has solid

merit is what he stated as follows:

"There is no need to deny that immigration

has moved from the concerns of the extreme

right to centre stage for otherwise liberal-

minded people." But what doesn't have merit to

my mind is when he goes from that arguement

to then declaring: "Surely there is something

even more important in the background. Is this

(in other words "his") magazine that you are

reading worth buying? Is it good value for

money? Is it the kind of magazine that you

want to read?" Whether The Big Issue is a very

good, or good, not so good, or bad, or very bad

magazine is totallly irrelevant, in my candid opinion,

to the rageing issue of immigration and/or de-

homed foreigners flogging the magazine on

the streets of modern day UK.

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