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There Is No Alternative… à la nature. Poteaux, pierres et palétuviers : le laboratoire anti-érosion de Tina.
#Tina #nature
https://www.lesmotsontunsens.com/poteaux-pierres-et-paletuviers-le-laboratoire-anti-erosion-de-tina/

https://www.europesays.com/be-fr/241021/ Tina Arena, un show à Marseille et une tournée pour aller toujours plus haut #2026 #aller #arena #BE #BEFr #Belgique #Belgium #Culture #Divertissement #Entertainment #Marseille #Music #Musique #pour #show #Tina #toujours

Tina Arena, un show à Marseille et une tournée pour aller toujours plus haut

Il est 16h30 en Australie, d’où Tina Arena décroche son téléphone. Les dix heures de décalage horaire avec…
#Marseille #FR #France #Actu #News #Europe #EU #2026 #actu #Actualités #aller #arena #Culture #europe #pour #Provence-Alpes-Côted'Azur #Républiquefrançaise #show #Tina #toujours
https://www.europesays.com/fr/1169526/

https://www.europesays.com/fr/1169526/ Tina Arena, un show à Marseille et une tournée pour aller toujours plus haut #2026 #actu #Actualités #aller #arena #Culture #EU #europe #FR #France #Marseille #News #pour #ProvenceAlpesCôteD'Azur #RépubliqueFrançaise #show #Tina #toujours

TINA-Trams: Neue Radmodifikation senkt Erschütterungen teilweise

#Bahnindustrie #Darmstadt #Erschütterung #Fahrzeugtechnik #HEAGmobilo #Mobilität #Stadler #Straßenbahn #TINA #ÖPNV

https://bahnblogstelle.com/261609/tina-trams-neue-radmodifikation-senkt-erschuetterungen-teilweise/

The origin story of the proposed executive order is murky, but it appears to trace back to a network of pro-Trump activists who have spent years pushing conspiracy theories about the 2020 election.

One of them is
#Peter #Ticktin, a Florida lawyer who has known Trump since the two attended the New York Military Academy as teenagers.

Ticktin represented his former classmate in a 2022 civil suit accusing Hillary Clinton and others of conspiring to smear Trump with claims that his 2016 campaign colluded with Russia.

A federal judge later dismissed the suit and sanctioned Trump’s attorneys
—including Ticktin
—finding that the suit amounted to the “deliberate use of the judicial system to pursue a political agenda.”

Ticktin currently represents #Tina #Peters, the former Colorado elections clerk who was sentenced to nine years in prison for her role in a 2021 breach of her office’s voting machines.

In an interview, Ticktin told us he wrote what he described as a “precursor” to the 17-page draft executive order that has been circulating since April of last year.

“I'm not sure exactly who prepared this one,” he said of the version dated April 12,
which he provided to Democracy Docket last month.

But Ticktin said he believed the April 12 version of the draft order was “really well done”
—well done enough that he emailed it to the president.

Ticktin said his outreach to government officials about the draft executive order also extended to #Kurt #Olsen, the White House director of “election security and integrity.”

Olsen, an attorney, represented Texas in its unsuccessful post-2020 suit to overturn Trump’s loss.

He was later sanctioned by a federal judge for advancing “false, misleading and unsupported factual assertions” in Kari Lake’s failed bid to challenge her 2022 gubernatorial loss in Arizona.

Now, as a White House official, Olsen has reportedly been tasked with leading a probe to reexamine the 2020 race.

Last month, an unsealed FBI search warrant affidavit revealed that a criminal inquiry into election irregularities in Fulton County began with a referral from Olsen.

According to Ticktin, others involved with the effort surrounding the draft order include #Michael #Flynn, the former national security adviser who twice pleaded guilty to lying to the FBI before receiving a sweeping pardon from Trump in December 2020;

#Patrick #Byrne, the former Overstock.com CEO and prominent election skeptic;

and #Stefanie #Lambert, an attorney who is awaiting trial in Michigan over allegations that she illegally accessed voting tabulators in an attempt to prove that the 2020 election was stolen.

Both Flynn and Byrne have repeatedly and publicly advocated for Trump to declare a national emergency ahead of the upcoming election.

Authorship of the April 12 draft is difficult to pin down,
but several figures connected to the election-denial movement say they had a hand in shaping it.

A key figure is "#Juan O. #Savin",
the nom de plume of #Wayne #Willott, a private investigator turned QAnon influencer who has cultivated a significant following in far-right conspiracy circles.

Savin is perhaps best known among QAnon followers as the subject of a theory that he is actually John F. Kennedy Jr.
—who died in a plane crash in 1999
—living under an assumed identity.

Beyond his QAnon celebrity, however, Savin has formed notable political connections:

In 2021, he co-founded the "America First Secretary of State Coalition", which worked to place election-denying candidates in charge of state elections in key swing states.

The coalition received significant funding from "The America Project",
the organization co-founded by Flynn and Byrne.

In a recent appearance on the right-wing program "Nino’s Corner", Savin said he reviewed an early version of the executive order during Trump’s re-election campaign in the summer of 2024.

Finding that version “inadequate,” he assembled a coalition of “legal minds” and “election experts”
to formulate a new version of the proposed order.

According to Savin, the group met for several days in Washington, D.C. shortly after the inauguration.

Over the following months, he said, the coalition produced approximately 13 drafts before arriving at the 17-page version circulated that spring.

The page count may not be coincidental:
Within QAnon lore, the number 17 carries symbolic meaning,
because “Q” is the 17th letter of the alphabet,
and believers often treat the number as a coded signal.

[Archive — 2016] En marche (ou crève)

Il n'était encore qu'un ministre lambda de Hollande, mais perso, quand Macron a lancé son mouvement, j'ai immédiatement senti venir la douille…

▶️ Lire cet article : https://grisebouille.net/en-marche-ou-creve/
📗 Le livre best of : https://editions.ptilouk.net/gb10ans
❤️ Soutien : https://ptilouk.net/#soutien

#archive #GriseBouille #Macron #EmmanuelMacron #EnMarche #TINA

The Donner Party

“What do you do around here for fun?” Rivi asks.

“Sitting on the porch in Adirondacks during a snowstorm isn’t your idea of fun?” I say.

“I mean, it’s nice,” she says, “but it’s not really exciting.”

“You don’t move here for excitement,” Tina says. “You move here for the quiet.”

“And the coyotes,” Hunter adds.

“And the stars,” Boone says. “I noticed that last night.”

I nod. “Yeah, you haven’t seen a night sky until you live where there are no streetlights. You should have been here during some of the auroras. That was some pretty impressive nature, I have to say.”

Rivi kicks her shoe through an inch of snow on the porch. “Sure, nature is great and all, but what do you do when you don’t want to look at it anymore?”

I take a sip from my coffee. “Well, we go to the library.”

“Boring,” she says.

“We like to go to the swap shop at the dump,” Hunter says. “Get a lot of free dishes and furniture.”

“They’re only open two days a week,” I say. “So you can’t go today.”

Rivi groans and slides lower in her chair. “Lame. So lame.”

“We can do a puzzle or something,” I say.

“Or make some bread,” Hunter offers.

“You’re killing me, Smalls,” Rivi says. “Even if we had anywhere to go, we can’t. Look at all that snow. We’d never make it.”

I set my cup on the small table between Hunter and me. “It’s two inches, Rivi. We aren’t the Donner Party up in here.”

“White death,” she says. “Winter murder.”

“I think it’s kind of nice,” Tina says. She is wearing one of Hunter’s coats and a pair of her gloves, because none of our friends brought or own any clothing that is appropriate for a winter that’s not in San Francisco.

“I could get used to this.”

“Sure, if you want to be bored.” Rivi slouches even lower, which I wouldn’t have thought possible.

“You wouldn’t be bored here,” I say. “You’d just have to figure out new ways to keep yourself occupied. Or, you know, learn to drive and get a license.”

“I would never,” Rivi says. “Cars are bad for the planet, you know.”

“Obviously,” I say. “But that never stopped you for asking for rides when you wanted to go somewhere.”

“Don’t bog me down with details, Sebastian.”

“I was going to go into town and have a look around,” Boone says. “You can come with me, Rivi.”

“I’ll come,” says Tina. “I’m not house happy like some of us, but I’d like to get the lay of the land.”

“I’m still on the clock,” Hunter says. She works remotely, which is helpful out here in the woods. “Have to sit this one out.”

“I’ll stay with you,” I say to her. “You guys go on out. Need directions?”

“Nah,” Boone says. “I’ll GPS it.”

“Well, ignore the first turn it tells you to make out of the driveway,” I say. “It says it’s a shorter trip if you go left, but the GPS lies.”

“It’ll take you twice as much time,” Hunter says, “and it’s two miles of dirt and potholes the entire way. No matter what it says, take a right out of here and you’ll be much happier.”

“That’s what the guide said to the Donner Party,” Rivi mumbles.

“We’ll bring snacks,” Tina says. “Just in case.”

“Good idea,” Rivi says. “Boone’s too stringy to provide much nutrition, and I’m not going to eat you, Tina. Girl code.”

“Girl code,” Tina says, nodding.

“Us against the patriarchy,” Hunter says.

“I’m staying out of this,” I say. “I know which side of my bread is buttered here.”

“Mmm…” Rivi hums. “Boone with butter. That might make him better to gnosh.”

“A road trip is starting to sound like a bad idea,” Boone says.

Rivi scoots up in her chair and punches him in the arm. “Too late to back out now, tasty boy. Get your keys and let’s get moving.”

“You started it,” Tina says. “No backing out now.”

“That’s what the girlfriends in the Donner Party said,” Boone points out. “And look what happened to them.”

“All I know is they didn’t get eaten first,” Rivi says. She stands up and heads down the stairs off the porch.

“I’ll meet you in the car, trail mix man.”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” Boone asks Tina.

“Don’t you always regret car rides with Rivi?” she says.

“Good luck,” I tell them. “Don’t let Rivi start gnawing on you before you get there. Once she starts, she won’t stop until she hits bone.”

“Just like the Donner Party,” Boone says.

“Yup,” I say. “Just like the Donner Party.”

Onward ho.

#Boone #Hunter #Rivi #Sebastian #Tina

A Feral Princess

I am supposed to not know that Rivi, Boone, and Tina are coming to pay us a visit in our house in the woods, and so when I open the front door to them after they knock and the dog barks the arrival of someone at the porch, I make sure that I am wearing my most authentic surprised face.

“That’s a bullshit look if I ever saw one,” Rivi says. “Somebody told you we were coming.”

“Shut up and hug me,” I say, wrapping her in an embrace.

“It’s still bullshit,” she says. “It was Tina, wasn’t it? Boone is too afraid of me to go behind my back.”

“I’m not copping to anything,” Tina says. She pushes Rivi out of the way and hugs me. “I’m glad to see you, Bastian. Where’s your lovely wife?”

“In a Zoom meeting in her office. She’ll pop out once that’s over.”

Boone steps into the hallway and gives me a quick man-hug. “I’m completely afraid of Rivi,” he says. “She’s gotten worse since you’ve been gone.”

Rivi elbows him in the stomach. “Shut your filthy lying mouth. I am an angel and shining beam of sunlight, so don’t make me have to cut you.”

“A delicate princess,” I say. “So say we all.”

“Damn right,” she says. “Much too much of a princess for that dirt road coming in here. What the hell is that about?”

“Don’t blame me. If I’d have officially known you were coming, I could have told you to ignore the GPS and which way to actually drive in. The GPS lies.”

Rivi throws a glare at Tina. “If you had officially known, obviously.”

“Give us a tour?” Tina says, ignoring Rivi’s look. “Or you want to wait for Hunter to get out of her meeting?”

“May as well wait. She wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to show off the stately manor. Follow me though and I’ll point out the bathroom and the living room. We don’t have to stand in the hallway like barbarians.”

“I’m a feral princess,” Rivi says, “but I wouldn’t mind sitting on something that isn’t an airline seat for a while. Or the backseat of that rental car. Your road is bumpier than the turbulence over the midwest.”

“Should have told me you were coming,” I say, leading them deeper into the house. “Could have saved you some butt bruises if I’d have known.”

Rivi growls. Feral princess, after all.

We walk through the house and settle onto the pair of sofas in the living room. Boone and Tina sit together and immediately hold hands, which is nice to see. It was a long time with them in the Before Times when they were trying so hard to just be friends, for whatever reasons people do things like that. If anything good came from the pandemic, it was that it drew them closer together instead of driving them apart.

“This is the part where I’m supposed to ask how your flight was,” I say.

“Nightmarish,” Rivi says. “Screaming babies. Filthy toilets. Monsters on the wing of the plane.”

“I didn’t see any monster,” Tina says. “No matter how many times you made me look.”

“It was a smart monster. It always waited until you went back to your book before it looked in the window at me.”

“That’s why I didn’t want to give her the window seat,” Boone says. “You know how she gets on planes.”

“I am familiar,” I say. “Last time I flew with her, I had to put three packages of Double Stuff Oreos in my carry-on so she could have something to snack on that wasn’t airplane food.”

“I didn’t want to get hungry,” Rivi says, crossing her arms.

“It was a flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles, Rivi. It was an hour in the air.”

“We could have crashed,” she says. “You would have been glad I had cookies if it was a choice between eating them to survive or eating you.”

“We would have crashed in Fresno, not the Andes.”

“Pays to plan ahead, Sebastian.”

“Says the queen of spontaneity,” I say, poking her in the leg with my finger.

She slaps at my hand. “Feral princess of planning. Make a note of it before I put you in the dungeon. You do have a dungeon here, don’t you? I figure all old farmhouses have them. Somewhere to keep all the inbred relatives that got a little too inbred back in the olden times.”

“We have a basement, if that counts.”

“I’ll make it work,” she says. “I’m a feral princess of improvisation.”

“See what I mean?” Boone says. “This is what we have to put up with, now that you’re gone. She’s gone up to eleven.”

“I agree,” Rivi says. “Ten was never high enough to encapsulate the totality of my hotness. Eleven might not even be able to hold it, honestly. Might have to go up to fifteen, to allow for a margin of safety.” She pauses and looks at me, her head tilted at a slight angle. “Sebastian, why are you looking at me like that? Are you having a stroke?”

“I’m not having a stroke,” I say. “I’m just happy to see you. To see all of you. I’ve missed you freaks. It feels really good to have you here.”

“Same,” Boone says.

“It’s been weird without you,” Tina says. “The dynamic has been completely thrown off.”

“I’ve had to pick up your slack,” Rivi says. “It’s a lot of work. It’s very exhausting being you when you’re not actually around.”

Tina leans in toward me and stage-whispers, “We’re about to have Rivi put in a home. She’s gone full Sunset Boulevard since you’ve been gone.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Rivi says, “but I should probably be insulted, right?”

“Possibly,” Tina says. To me, she says, “We’ll talk later, when Rivi’s asleep. Figure out your share of the expenses. She doesn’t need top care. Some gruel and a hosing down every week or so should do it.”

“You’re going in the basement dungeon, too,” Rivi says. “Boone is the only one not on my feral princess list.”

“I always knew I was the favorite,” Boone says.

“Only until you do something stupid,” Rivi says. “Shouldn’t take very long, really.”

“You’re talking about the man I love,” Tina interrupts.

“Thank you,” Boone says.

“He’ll be in the dungeon in about an hour,” Tina continues.

If there are words that can convey just how pleased I am to be seeing these people in my home, I don’t know what they are. The smile on my face hasn’t gone away since they walked in.

“He’s having another stroke,” Rivi says, looking at me. “Fetch my feral doctor. He’ll have to bring the leeches. Unless you have some in the fridge, Sebastian? You do live in the woods, after all.”

“It’s good to see you guys,” I say. “Like, really good.”

“You say that now,” Rivi says. “Wait until the leeches are done sucking and see what you think.” She leans in close to my face and puckers her lips, making a wet ssssssstttthp sound.

Some things never change.

#Boone #Hunter #Rivi #Sebastian #Tina

[16:25] Venue of Satchwell murder trial moved to Dublin

Richard Satchwell, whose wife Tina's remains were discovered underneath a stairwell in their home, will be tried in Dublin next year after his lawyers successfully applied for the case to be moved out of Co Cork.

https://www.rte.ie/news/2024/1216/1486810-satchwell-trial-court/

#RichardSatchwell #Tina #Dublin #nextyear #CoCork