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There was once a young Hunter who went boldly into the forest. He had a merry and light heart, and as he was whistling along there came an ugly old woman who said to him, "Good day, dear hunter! You are very merry and contented, but I suffer hunger and thirst, so give me a trifle."

The hunter felt sorry for the poor old woman, and he felt in his pocket and gave her all he could spare. He was going on, then, but the old woman stopped him and said, "Listen, dear hunter, to what I say. Because of your kind heart I will make you a present. Go on your way, and in a short time you will come to a tree on which sit nine birds who have a cloak in their claws and are quarrelling over it. Then take aim with your gun and shoot in the middle of them; they will let the cloak fall, but one of the birds will be hit and will drop down dead. Take the cloak with you; it is a wishing-cloak, and when you throw it on your shoulders you have only to wish yourself at a certain place, and in the twinkling of an eye you are there. Take the heart out of the dead bird and swallow it whole, and early every morning when you get up you will find a gold piece under your pillow."

The hunter thanked the wise woman, and thought to himself. "These are splendid things she has promised me, if only they come to pass!" So he walked on about a hundred yards, and then he heard above him in the branches such a screaming and chirping that he looked up, and there he saw a heap of birds tearing a cloth with their beaks and feet, shrieking, tugging, and fighting, as if each wanted it for himself.

"Well," said the Hunter, "This is wonderful! It is just as the old woman said." and he took his gun on his shoulder, pulled the trigger, and shot into the midst of them, so that their feathers flew about.

Давным-давно жил-был молодой охотник, кто в лес жирнно [find the proper adverbial form] пошёл. У его было сердце весёлое и лёгкое, и за [something. verb in progressive?] пошла уродливая бабушка, которая ему сказала

-Добрый день, дорогой охотник. Вы очень весёлый и доволный, но я испываю голод и жажду, поэтому давай мне капельку.

Охотнику бедную бабушку жалко, и обшарил свои кармани и давал все лишние вещи. Он продолжался идти, а бабушка его останавила и сказала...

-Выслушай меня, дорогой охотник. Из-за твоего любезное сердце я даю подарок. Идти по свое дороге, и через краткое время ты приходишь к дереву на котором девять птицы сидят, у них коготи мантия и они ссорятся из-за неё. Прицелься и стреляй серди них. Они будут ронять мантию, но которая-то из птицы будет ударена и падать мёртвая. Бери мантию с тобой. Ето мантия желания и когда набросишь на твои плечи, надо только поежлать себя в некоторый где-то и в мгновение ока, ты там. Сними сердце на мёртвую птицу и проглоти залпом, и каждое утро* когда вставаeшь ты найдешь одну золотую монету под твоей подушкой.

Охотник выразил благодарность бабушку (or благодарил бабушку), у себя думал - Эти замечательные события они мне обещала, если случают. Потому он похил через девяноста метра, когда он слышал наверху в ветках такых крикы и щебетания, что он посмотрел ввреху и тогда увидел стая птиц разорвали тряпку/ткани c кловами и ступнями, кричали (?), дёргали и драли (?), будто каждый хотел тряпку на собою.

Сказал охотник --Ну (?), это хорошо. Ето точно как бабушка сказала. И посадил оружьё на плечо, спустил курок и стрелял серди них.

Either I'm getting the hang of that or I screwed up all over the place. I can't tell which.

Ah yes, Election Day. The day in which I hide away from everything social media and news related on the internet for the most part, barring a few glances at news sites to scan over headlines and ignore anything related to elections. I vote early almost entirely because when Election Day comes, I don't want to have to swing wildly back and forth between ... well, these days it's pretty much between "yay, that fucker will never hold high political office!" and "Oh crap, we're screwed." Warren Ellis best sums up my attitude towards voting in Transmetropolitan. I just wish my copies weren't packed.

But Jag, you may ask. Why are you all up in arms about preserving democracy if you hate elections and voting? Or you may not, because you know me well enough to know why, but for those of you just joining us, I'm a cynical bitch when it comes to human beings on a large scale. We're not smarter than anything else on the planet. We can be dumb, dangerous, panicky animals as much as the next creature. We just invent more complex ways of being stupid and panicking. Like systems of government. On the other hand, as far as I can tell having studied various texts and manifestations of politics and philosophy throughout hysteria, er, history, a democracy in which everyone casts a vote and everyone gets a say in who runs what (and since consensus is pretty much logarithmically more difficult in any group larger than, say, two or three) is about the best option. You could make an argument for inherited rule, be it monarchy or however, because then you have someone raised to be responsible and know the duties and expectations of leadership, but then you still get a crapshoot that the next person in line is both physically and temperamentally suited to be responsible for X number of people. And that's just a little too risky for me. Technically we're not even a true democracy, we're... what, a democratic republic? The specific form of democracy doesn't matter too much to me at the moment, if someone explained it in more depth I might have an opinion. But everyone gets to cast their vote, and in theory, we get to pick from the options available to us (don't get me started on two-party system) as to who we want to run the country for the next four years. And at the end of those four years, someone else gets a turn.

I like democracy. I like how no one gets to run the country for any length of time, I like how the running of this country is split between people who preserve a theoretically fair system of laws, people who do the administrative, and people who poke the laws and taxes to make them more fair. I like how there's some consistency to things because laws and because people's terms run out at different times, so you have people who have been here for a couple of years and people who are just getting in. I like how everyone gets a fair say. I'm one of those I may think you're an uneducated bigoted jackhole but I will defend to the death your right to have your uneducated bigoted jackhole opinions type people. As to where having opinions stops and shoving those opinions in people's faces until they do themselves or someone else harm, well, that's a troubling gray area for me, but generally, opinions and arseholes.

Anyway. Oh for fucksake, now the boy's either arguing with his parents on the phone about Romney, or arguing with his brother via his parents about Romney. His brother's too damned poor to vote for Romney. Then again, so is everyone in my family and the boy's except for maybe my Grandpa.

Better things! Today, if work isn't busy, Nano and then Yuletide and then J3 and then other fic as it occurs to me, which will probably be that Bane Wayne AU thing. My brain is a strange, strange place. Waiting on a phone call from the contractor to let me know when he can meet, I feel like we're scheduling some clandestine government secret handoff. Heee. And, you know. Things and stuff.