Ecuador Puts Out the Garbage

Julian Assange, notorious rapist and willing tool of Putin (formerly also known for being a co-founder of WikiLeaks) has the last seven years been squatting at the Ecuadorian Embassy in London to avoid being sent to Sweden to answer for charges in several cases of rape and sexual molestation.

On Thursday the Ecuadorian Embassy asked British Police to assist them in removing Assange from their premises after his political asylum had been revoked by the Ecuadorian President.

In the video below president Lenin Moreno, explains why the asylum was revoked.

Ecuador decidió soberanamente retirar el asilo diplomático a Julian Assange por violar reiteradamente convenciones internacionales y protocolo de convivencia. #EcuadorSoberano pic.twitter.com/V02pvvtPY0

— Lenín Moreno (@Lenin) April 11, 2019

President Moreno doesn't elaborate on some of the truly disgusting things Assange has done towards his hosts, I will follow his example and instead refer you to the Internet for further information. 

Introducing Ashdene Logistics

My husband Tomais has recently bought a new warehouse at a prime location in Bedstraw, close to the SecondLife Railroad (SLRR) and the main roads on the mainland. The location has been chosen to facilitate switching transport mode from railroad to road-borne and vice versa.

Yesterday the new premises were opened for business after Tomais having worked for days with the work requiring electro-technical skills, like installing fire security, logistical software and other niceties. Meanwhile, I was used as a menial laborer doing the heavy carrying and the cleaning.

As my Tomais says, "We are a team and share responsibilities depending on our skill-sets. This job does not require the ability to perform brain surgery or have an intimate knowledge of the fine lines of diplomacy, nor does it require historical insight into the Israel-Palestine conflict. You do what you can do, stop whining and get on with it!"

The opening of Ashdene Logistics at Bedstraw
Photo by Tomais Ashdene

The new warehouse also marks the introduction of Ashdene Logistics, a division of Ashdene Aviation, to the transport market of SecondLife.

Ashdene Logistics will transport anything from one place on the SecondLife grid to the other regardless of volume, weight, and size for a fair price. All your orders will be handled by the highly professional princesses and princes of Southern Charm, dating is optional.

On Terrorist Attack in Christchurch Friday, March 15, 2019

Every single word of this.

“The most dishonest thing I could say today is that I am shocked by this attack.”😓#NewZealandTerroristAttack pic.twitter.com/RBAjVLVxss

— Qasim Rashid, Esq. (@MuslimIQ) March 15, 2019

Powerful, moving and cannot be said better!

Travelling on the SecondLife Railroad

I may have told you before about my wonderful husband Tomais need to own every vehicle created in SecondLife from 2010 and forward.

Previously this urge was mainly centered on unicycles, bicycles, tricycles, cars, trucks, sailboats, motorboats, barges, blimps, balloons and airplanes of every size, shape, and type known to urbanized man. Well, now my sweet and lovely man has found a new kind of vehicle. Trains.

Yesterday we were traveling on the SecondLife railroad (SLRR) which covers a couple of hundred regions of SecondLife mainland, while Tomais was introducing Lee McMay to his new addiction. Connor Collins, one of Lee's friends from Steamworkz was with us.

We traveled from where Tomais and Lee have their "siding", I believe that's what the parking place for the train is called, all the way to our friend Petr's station at Burn.

I always thought that the mainland was rather ugly, but parts of the landscaping along our route was beautiful.

Ars In Memoriam 2019

Joseph Douglas Wilson Jr., in SecondLife known as Ars Northmead.

★ April 21, 1953 (First life)
★ October 25, 2006 (SecondLife)

† March 12, 2010

Ars Forever, Forever Ars!

It's My Twelfth Rezday!

Today is my 12^th rezday and I am taking the day off from SecondLife as I have a  terrible headache. I hope you are celebrating it all the same.

This is a picture to show y'all what I looked like on Saturday, December 8^th, 2007.  

Evander Milena, Ars Northmead (who was later to become my husband) and I
on the far right. I was a brunette those days because all blond hair was yellow.

The photo was taken at Ars' skybox, the pictures in the background are of him with his head shaved.   

When the Laird Was Snubbed by Catherine the Great

Yesterday The Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment with the Region of Monfort l'Amaury (self-governing) and Outer Territories, UN-appointed Protector of the Mount Whitney Region in SecondLife and, finally, pretender to the throne of Macedonia in first life, chose to attend a concert and ball at his dear cousins Ophiel's and Nathanael's palace to enjoy a Russian role play.

The laird much appreciated his cousin's having informed the doorman about his full titulature so he was correctly announced when entering the ballroom. He did however not appreciate the Tsarina did not, as would have been seemly, greet him at the door when he arrived.

The foolish woman remained seated on the balcony of the ballroom, displaying her total ignorance to the world.

It does happen from time to time that even those who should know better do not recognize the Lairds exalted status within the royal and noble ranks. The Laird could indeed have had the little tsarina stripped, flogged and thrown prostrate at his feet, but he was in a benevolent mood and as always patient.

Instead, the laird enjoyed the concert that had been arranged and danced the whole night afterward with the charming and witty Mademoiselle Florentine Rau-Offcourse.