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 It seems quite clear to me, as the protests continue in Belarus against its dictator, that the future of this repuplic will be an alliance with Russia. Since the dictator himself will feel more and more of protests, so he will fear a coup de palace, he will suggest to his parliament that the wise thing to is a close alliance with Russia, where Belarus is signing with Russia as mutal partners in defense and stability. Thus Russian troops will be let into Belarus, when the dictator will claim that his country is under attack FROM ABROAD. Later, when the dictator grews older, he will settle in Rissia and let Belatus be run by a couple of handpickad men, half of the from Russia. So Belarus will be claimed by the aging Putin to be part of Russia. The dictator-man L. will claim that all this is done for the best of his country. He will then take a bath in the Caspian Sea.

  THE RED PILL.   CHAPTER ONE.   I have been the captain on many a ship and ferry, and I have enjoyed it nearly always. But it was not so when my shipping company had me take on “Sunland” on a cargo trip to Java. The ship was all painted black, the hull as well as all the houses on deck, and the masts. She was not an impressive ship, about 11000 deadweight tons, as far as I remember.       On this trip, I brought my new wife, Gwendoline, with me, because she wanted to experience the Indian Ocean. Gwen and I had married in June, at a chapel in Harlem. She said she would be so kind to me if I took her with me, and she would not present any problem of any sort. It was in September, and “Sunland” had in the afternoon just haply gotten underway from Amsterdam, varying lots of wheat, a couple of cars and some horses, when I felt it was something strange with the ship. Or me.      For a change, this ship also carried a few...