The Girl Talk:
Is it hipster?
It is a half-pedor.
How do you distinguish them?? to

Eating as a killing. But it all happened
and.

#corn varieties "girls and girls"

>> Women are not at all shrinking. They have no such need at all.

Who is arguing? It remains to be explained for whom such a range of falsifiers is produced.

Fire is running, I call on the application, say, there is traffic, it worked for you or not. The guy says, say, what traffic, I have and the router turned off, since the evening access disappeared, I left the application, so I did not include (and the application for the upper TV). I gru: "You have cosmonauts 46/4?", he grit: "No", I say: "And though Lipetsk", he grit: "No, Smolensk". The KC for one digit was sealed in the phone, but the fucker, got into the man, who also left his provider an application!

I noticed that in iOS 11 on the iPhone you can still completely turn off Wi-Fi without opening the settings. I just have to ask Siri about it.
He told this to his wife and then the following dialogue took place:
Wife: Turn off the internet.
Siri: I don’t know how to do it.
I: I have to ask polently.
Wife: Siri, please turn off this fucking Wi-Fi.
Siri: Okay, Wi-Fi settings are turned off.

In the summer of this year, my girlfriend struck a cell phone in the cafe. Naturally, only turned to the side, looking - there is no phone. In principle, the cell phone was old, and she was only worried about one thing - with this device she went for more than five years, and there were preserved various important data - photos, contacts, various notes, well, and so on. The girl got a little hot, and bought an iPhone, which she is now walking with.

And just recently she needed to check something on her old mail, which was placed on that stolen cell phone. She went to the Gmail account - and cried out - he, as it turned out, continued to live his life all this time. The thief, who struck the phone, did not even delete the data on it, and continued to use the girl's account. It had his photo diary, a list of contacts, a lot of videos, etc. The girl who discovered all this was angry.

This is an amazing thing – human psychology. That mobile phone was hardly worth more than 3-4 thousand rubles taking into account his age, troublesome battery, etc., besides the girl is not greedy entirely... But the very fact that some scammer is using her thing, just made her angry. Her revenge was terrible.

It turned out that the thief - a guy twenty-five years old, a Moldavian named Yuri, worked in one of the Moscow shopping malls, carried out some finishing work, etc. At home in Chisinau (judging by GPS tags) he had a wife with a child, as well as a mistress. He also had fun in Moscow, and with all kinds of terrible grandmothers, judging by the photos. The girl chose the most sincere of these pictures, and began to send them to all the contacts in the list... In addition, the young man often photographed various documents - all sorts of estimates, shop checks, airline tickets, and so on. This was also sent to everyone on the contact list.

The effect was incredible. The next day, the guy started calling everyone who was on the girl's contact list (he wasn't stinging him, but just added his phones), asking - who could belong to the black galaxy s2? Finally, someone pointed to the girl. The Moldavian literally cried in the tube - it turned out that he was literally fired from work one night - the chief learned about some of his machinations, there were huge problems with his wife, he was attacked by some of his friend, with whose girl he was there something troubled. The most funny thing is that now he demanded compensation, something there in the amount of 500 thousand rubles :)

Of course, except for laughter, this proposal could not cause anything. The girl offered him to return to Russia, surrender to the police, get a sentence for theft of the phone, and after that to file a lawsuit against her in the court :) He cried in Moldovan and threw the telephone. This is karma, yes.

Service on the weekend. In a large office, only three people (rather than 40 as usual) work in a relaxed mode. Usually in such days no one objects to silent music. And here one employee (a girl aged 23-24) turned on something, another employee (a man aged about 30) liked it, quietly grumbled, danced with limbs, said - said, what a song, funny... So we accidentally found out that the man never heard Justin Bieber, whom he hated fiercely, and generally thought that he performed rap.

I woke up with my wife and wanted to have sex. And the cat next to meat, asking to eat. Wife - cat: "Wait, Semi, in a minute I will feed":(

to this:

At work, an employee passes by and talks to himself.
Employee, me :"What a nightmare, he talks to himself!"
The nightmare is not that he talks to himself, but that he disputes with himself.

Maybe the split of the personality, or maybe it is more convenient for him to weigh the pros and cons. Some by this method the paper is scratched and printed. Text is better perceived, some sound is better absorbed. There are no normal, there are no examined.

Discuss the list of signs that allow you to identify that your child is a drug addict
If you lived without problems for 10 years and suddenly noticed that you have a child who is studying in high schools - be sure to consult a drug doctor!
bbzhukov > And what, doctor? With hope, will it disappear?
elf_from_lorien > Remove his apartment and it will disappear.

In our University Laboratory:

You are finally bored! How many times you talk, the oven warms up, not heats up. It is warm!! Which village did you come from? Remember, it warms, not heats up.
“Well, everyone, Igor Pavlovich, calm down, don’t get hot.
Thief, go out...

*Discuss the phone cover with AliExpress named "Avatar Kedavir Harry Potter Suga of the Eagle"*
In my opinion, the whole set sounds like Voldemort’s last words in Godric’s Scatter.

Now I understood why I had such success with girls while I was conditionally young and conditionally beautiful. First of all, I observed sexual hygiene, condoms there and all the things.
I thought it was not to hurt myself. And, it turns out, it looks like protected care and responsibility.
Wild people, even if such a simple thing...

Angelofnet> I am even afraid to imagine the power a country would have achieved if it had not been stolen so much.

Life is like a box of chocolate. We have it, but in Switzerland, they say, good.

You know, Serena
Our Turkish friends, together with our enemies, the Syrian Liberation Army, supported and supplied by our enemies, the Americans, will fight together with our enemy ISIS.
At the same time, our friend Assad stated that he would shoot down all the aircraft of our friend Erdogan, which our friend Turkey carried to Afrin, from where it previously expelled us, the missile installations that our enemies Americans supplied to them to shoot down our missiles from the S400 installations, on the territory where they are fighting with our friends Kurds, who are also supported by the US regime we hate and with whom we have signed oil fields and who are also hated by our friend Assad.
Russia, a friend of Turkey, will demand at the UN that its friend Turkey cease fighting against our friend of the Kurds, who are the enemies of our friend Assad and the enemies of our friend Erdogan.
This statement will be supported by the representative of our friend Assad.
Do you understand, Sergey?

The courier called me tonight. I opened the door.) Then the dialogue - (g - wife), (k - courier)

Good night, you have the delivery!

Great, but I did not order anything.

Q: Your neighbors ordered it.

Great, but is it all paid?

Q: No, you will have to pay.

Good evening to the student.)

I closed the door.)

This is the first such a tricky courier in my memory.)

Fantasy with fantasies.

Well, the board is anonymous, but the fantasy still needs to be moderated :) They read from 2 years old, handcuffs. They go to school from 5 years old. Nothing that this can be done, only by passing through a bunch of commissions... however, that this is me - crazy ovulations, shaking letters - developers over the baby, seven verses is not a circle.

She learned to read at the age of about three, in any orientation of the text (on the side, “up” with her legs), poems of the type “What is good and what is bad” and “Fedorino горе” with large fragments of one and a half – the father was so entertained. He wanted to send me to school at the age of five, but they didn’t accept it – as if it was physically hard. I think, in fact, for another reason - if you want and have a proper understanding, you can also teach a rabbit to smoke, but he will not become a underdog. What is confirmed by the fact that I never became Sophia Kovalevskaya or Marie Curie, and I have a average life (which, however, I am satisfied with). So I think all this phallometry is meaningless.

When they say “you have to try everything”, you have to start with “you have to try to think.”

And again about unusual trials, remarkable cases, and bright personalities in the United States. I warn you, there will be a lot of bugs.

The Prelude:

I think that all the teenagers in the USSR read the books of James Fenymore Cooper "On Indians". Per everyone knew about Nattie Bambo and Chingachuku. Beautiful descriptions of nature, fascinating adventures of the heroes, and of course, the battles between good mountaineers and bloodthirsty gurons captured the imagination and taken into the unknown world. The strong second place in "Indian" themes was undoubtedly occupied by Thomas Maine Reed. He is a very productive writer, but I think few will object, “The Rider Without the Head” and “Oceola, the Leader of Seminol” are his best works. If you didn’t read them with a sling instead of a sling of algebra or geography, and your parents didn’t catch you by reading in the light of a lamp under the blanket, then I’m really sorry for you.

Since then, a lot of water has leaked and nowadays quite other works are in fashion, and once favorite books have long been orphaned on the upper shelf. But I believe that most, despite the years that have passed, keep that spark that has made every day amazing. There are wonderful children’s books.

“Hukipi, the leader of the Seminols”

“Never give up, because even if you are eaten, you still have two options.”

The Seminols lived in Florida. They were so powerful and warrior that even the conquerors, who for profit were ready to drive the devil out of hell, facing them in battle preferred not to go further into the peninsula and limited themselves to settlements on the coast. For more than 300 years, the Seminols remained independent, but it could not continue forever. The interests of Spain, England, the United States and the Indians collided and the great war became inevitable.

For more than 40 years, the Seminols fought for their freedom in countless clashes and three bloody wars. But the forces were unequal and in 1858, after the Third Seminol War, virtually the entire tribe was expelled from their native lands to the distant Oklahoma. Only about 200 Indians escaped a common sad fate and fled into the endless Everglades, eternal tropical swamps. There, under the protection of panthers, alligators, and malaria, they felt comparatively safe. Occasionally they were visited by escaped slaves or white people who did not comply with the law, but in general there was little contact with foreigners.

The Indian Wars in the United States lasted until 1924. As a result, the red people reconciled, grabbed tomahawks, hanged guns on the wall, and signed surrender and peace treaties. Some were integrated into a new life where the white man ruled, but most were in reservations allocated by the government. Different tribes survived. Those who had arable land, they farmed. Others engaged in traditional crafts, living selling crafts to tourists. A little helped periodic grants from the federal and state. Within the tribes there was a great difference in income, the leaders usually lived better, and the ordinary Indians were miserable. The Seminols in Florida engaged in livestock farming somehow, bringing ends to ends, because the pastures were few, more swamp.

In early 1944, in Florida, Agnes Billy of the Birds clan had a boy born outside of marriage. His father was an Irish student at the Naval Aviation School, which was based next to the reserve. In 1943, he went to war without even knowing about his girlfriend's pregnancy. The mother named her son Khukipi, which means “the one who was taken away.” After the birth, the shamans of the tribe came to her cottage and declared, "The pale faces are our enemies. Your bastard is not ours and will never become ours in spirit. It would be much better if we follow the tradition and leave it in the bay, and the panthers, alligators, or red wolves will do their job. Give it to us.” Agnes resisted as she could, but the force was on the side of the shamans.

The baby was saved by a miracle, Agnes was visited by a friend of the Snake clan (a lot of years later she was chosen as the leader of the Seminols, and to this day she is the only woman worthy of this honor). The guest perfectly understood what was going on, because she herself was half-blooded, the mother of the seedling and the father of the French. At one time, her and her younger brother, the elders, too, wanted to leave near the swamp for sure destruction, but their mother sold and gave all her flock to ease the angry shamans and fled with the children from the reserve. The women raised a terrible scream, the neighbors fled, and Potaki publicly vowed that she would bring to the police if someone touched the baby with a finger.

The boy grew up and his mother gave him his name and the name for the pale, Jim. Afraid of shamans, Agnessa settled on the border of the reservation, on a farm where chimpanzees were bred. Tourists often came there to see monkeys and... Indians. Jim and his mother lived very poorly, and when he was 9 years old she died. The orphan was initially sheltered by his mother's parents, but they were also not delighted with his half-blooded grandson. The main educational methods were tumaks and rogan. Soon they were gone, and Houkipi was left without a roof.

He was occasionally helped by other members of the clan and friends of his mother, but they had little to share. No one needed an extra mouth and the boy’s home became a street. Poor among the poor, he survived as he could. He slept in abandoned buildings and on car landfills. He begged, cheated, stealed, but the police couldn’t catch him because Hukipi studied the swamp like his five fingers and always hid. When he grew up a little, he worked as a boy on trees, as a cleaner, as a craftsman on a rack, and... fought with alligators for the pleasure of tourists. Half-blood turned out to be a rare strong little, without fear, and with excellent reaction.

But the study did not work. The school was out of reserve, white children brutally irritated him, and pure Indians did not give a drop. He struggled constantly and walked lessons whenever possible. A few times, Huqiqi even threw his shoes into the canal in order to have a reason not to go to class. But his rescuer Potaki, who felt responsible for the teenager, bought him a new one, searched for him in the swamps, and drove him to school. Over time, it became difficult to cope with the boy and he was sent to the Haskell Internat in Kansas, a special school where they tried to teach Indians how to become more white (now it is a university, but until 1965, there were high school students).

A few years later, with grief in half, Jim got his school diploma and returned. He did not know what to do, there was no work on the reservation, outside of it he was not needed by anyone. The young man came to tribal rallies where long conversations were held about past times, about how bad things are now, and complained about the lack of subsidies from the government. There were many words, but no things, and he understood - now there is nothing to catch here. There is only one way out, the army.

A strong, clever, agile, tough, innate leader, he was created to become an Army Ranger. The war broke out in Vietnam and it was his place there. The jungle resembled the native Everglades, only without alligators, and the war was like the usual hunting. Jim was distinguished very soon, he was made a sergeant, appointed a commander of the branch, and began to give tasks more and more complex. The capture of languages, raids in the enemy's rear, reconnaissance, and other entertainment of the Rangers he liked very much. His group often walked on the edge, but always grew without losses. The blood of the brave ancestors played their part, Jim the Skin felt seizures, traps, mines, and poisonous snakes. It seemed fortune would never leave him and comrades were ready to follow him into fire and water.

Having served a full term in the very hell, he had the full right to leave back, but signed up for another term. Ranger did not want to leave the combat comrades, but loved the risk. And again, raid after raid, task after task, and success after success. Soon Jim became the master sergeant and castle of the squadron. He would also be sent to officer courses, but he himself did not show the desire. After another successful raid in 1968, he was awarded the highest prize of a soldier, a vacation home. Returning Jim learned the terrible news, without him the fortune of the squad ended. The friends went to the next task, but with them there was no "one who was taken," and no one was in time to feel the danger. The squadron fell into the siege and only a name remained from it.

Inside something broke, in the death of comrades Jim blamed himself. “What am I fighting for?” He thought and found no answer for himself. War was abruptly disappointed, depression began, and dark thoughts flooded in the head. After serving his term he left the army.

“Where am I now?” Jim asked when he was fired.
“Where you want.” The officer replied indifferently. “In gratitude for your service, the government is willing to pay for your education.”
“Who would you recommend me to study?” Asked the former officer.
“People will always be shaved. Go to the barber.” The chinese smiled.
“It is an idea. “I like it,” Jim decided.

Jim finished the course and decided to return to the reservation. The whole world was open to him, but something incomprehensible drew him into his native swamps. The boy Khukipi was upset, squeezed, and as an adult not by years he felt pain for his tribe, which he had already looked at with a new eye. The poor, descended from hopelessness and alcohol, living on subsidies, without prospects and hopes and yet... such relatives. “You have to do something, because you can’t live that way. They only talk about the past, about the former greatness, and weep each other’s vests. You have to take things into your own hands. I will not be the Hookip if I do not make the Seminols a great tribe again. But you have to start with yourself.” He decided.

Husky settled on the reserve and married. The career of the hairdresser did not go wrong, because fellow tribes, both men and women, preferred long hair, and there were no fans of high fashion on the reservation. He also learned to play the guitar well, write songs, and worked a little while performing in his own "black rock" style at surrounding bars and clubs (by the way as a singer and guitarist Jim was nominated for a Grammy in 1999 for his song "Big Alligator").

But the money still lacked for the family. Then he remembered his skills as a builder and began to build chiki, traditional Seminol houses. Hollywood did its job and the Indian theme became popular and Huqipi decided to play it saying, "A real chiki can only be built by a real Indian. Everything else is just fake.” Without tiredness, he wore around the districts and offered his houses cheaply. Very soon his chicks, as part of the local colour, appeared in parks, private clubs, and in the courts of the rich. The business grew rapidly and he became one of the most successful members of the tribe (although the entire tribe was less than 1.5 thousand people).

We could also do public affairs. The problem was obvious, the reservation was liked by drug couriers as a transfer point. Hydroplanes loaded with cocaine from Central America were regularly planted in the swamps and the poison spread further from there. Some Seminols, seduced by easy money, even began to trade drugs. Of course, police and the FBI regularly organized raids and often the regular presence of law enforcement officials provoked conflicts. Husky hadn’t liked police since childhood, but drug dealers he didn’t like even more. The former special forces officer decided so "We need to eliminate the root cause. Our youth will not have a bad example. They will neither use nor trade this ugliness. And two, if there are no drug couriers, then the police here will have nothing to do and the reservations will be quieter." He took a plywood with a propeller, lubricated a faithful winchester, charged a revolver, and convinced a couple of friends, also veterans of the Vietnam War.

“Where are you?” His wife was crying. You will leave me a widow and my children orphans. Let the police solve these issues. Why do you go into their clashes?”
“Dura” sharply besieged her by Houki. “Police officers are just puddles. They will not be able to take away the prostitute in the port border, even if it is shown to them and they have a bunch of hundreds in their hands. They don’t care about me, you, and all the seminols together. They work for a salary, come and go. As you do not understand, this is our home, our land, our mud, and we live here. We are raising children here. We have to clean the frost ourselves.”

And at the expense of business, sleep, family, and risking himself day after day, evening after evening, and night after night, more often alone, less often with friends, he went out to patrol the marshes. The former ranger remembered service in Vietnam, fell friends, and past successes. But now he did not fight against some incomprehensible communists and it is unknown for what. Now he had a goal, he went on the path of war to clean his house from the dirt, and no one in the world could stop him.

Per Khukipi really possessed an extraordinary oratory art, and maybe Winchester was a convincing argument. Sometimes shots and explosions were heard from the swamp, but he always came out of the swamp unharmed. No trace has ever been found because the eternal swamps of Florida guard their secrets well and do not like to reveal them. Surprisingly, the local sheriff liked the veteran's self-activity and he even made the Indian his official assistant (deputy) for a while, though without a salary. Very soon, drug trafficking through the reservation sharply decreased, and then disappeared entirely. And those fellow tribes who were involved in drug trafficking after meeting one-on-one with Jim either left the reserve forever or changed their activities abruptly.

Hukipi was respected, began to be afraid, and his voice in the tribal council became very heavy. When he proposed the creation of his own police (Indian Police) so that the state or FBI representatives would visit them less, the idea was accepted with enthusiasm. Very soon on the territory of the reserve became much less fighting, theft, drunkard, and life became much quieter and more pleasant. When the time came for the election of a new leader in 1979, the leader Howard Tommy decided not to run again and proposed Hookipy to become the leader. The candidate announced, “It is time for change. We are Seminols, we are a great tribe, and it is time for us to regain our greatness.” And with an overwhelming majority of votes he was elected supreme leader.

The leader received the tribe in a deplorable condition. Most of the income came from government grants, land lease, and a little from tourism. The most lucrative business on the reserve was the trade in cigarettes, and the entire budget of the tribe was less than $400 per person per year. But Huquipi had a clear plan on how to pull the tribe out of poverty "We need to open a bingo room in the reserve, where people can play big. If things go well, we will open a casino.”

Actually, the idea was not new, it was still carried out by the former leader, but it did not go further than beautiful speeches. But there was no money to build the building, staff, and advertising. He had no idea how to run a gambling business. And most importantly, in Florida, gambling business was banned with a few exceptions. He knocked on different doors, but no investor or bank even thought of giving him a loan. "To give money to a poor tribe who has nothing but swamp and a piece of land to open an illegal casino is madness. We will not give a penny and no one will give it.” They all answered unanimously. But Husky did not fall into disappointment, he again had a clear goal. He remembered his squadron in Vietnam who died during his vacation. “Now this won’t happen again, I’m Huki, the leader of the Seminols, and my tribe is hoping for me.”

He thought about the situation for a long time and realized that he could not cope with himself, he needed serious help. A friend told him about one person who might be able to help. For an empty glance, it was a quiet, small, reckless old man who loves to walk on the beach with his dog. On appearance, he seemed to be the harmless, humble retiree, of whom there were so many in Maya. The only thing that distinguished this man was his tight eye and the feeling of an incomprehensible force coming from him. But Jim knew he was not just a retired man, he was a man who could do the impossible. The old man was called Meyer Lansky.

About Mayer Lansky hundreds of articles have been written, and dozens of films have been made. Without exaggeration, it can be said that he was the brain of a huge underground empire that was ruled by the Jewish and Italian Mafia. Starting his career as a small crook on the streets of southeastern Manhattan in the 1910s, a boy from Grodno grew up to incredible heights. For more than 50 years, this little man has held in reverence and fear all the crime of the United States, Canada, and the Caribbean.

Buttling, blackmailing of politicians and judges, ordered murders, real control of trade unions, prostitution, roofing of street lobbies and Hollywood film studios, money laundering, gambling business, and much, much, much more were under Meyer’s control. The seas of whiskey overwhelmed the United States in the 1920s, the beer wars in Manhattan, the Conference in Atlantic City and in the Appalachian Islands, the victory in the Castellamarese War, the founding of Murder Inc. and the Commission, the upsurge of the US fascist party, the creation of Las Vegas and a tourist paradise in Cuba and the Bahamas, everywhere in the shadow stood Meyer Lansky. The newspapers featured the names of Baggy Siegel, Mickey Kogan, Luis Accountant, Laki Luciano, Joe Adonis, Joe Profaci, Joe Bonano, Vito Genovese, Frank Costello, but the informing people knew, none of them would make a serious decision without consulting Lansky. Dozens of times the FBI and police have accused Meyer of hundreds of crimes, and all the time they have been able to prove only the organization of a gambling house in the state of New York, for which he was sentenced for 3 months. No one has ever been able to prove Lansky’s involvement in any crime. And to such a man was forced to turn Houki.

Through acquainted friends of neighbors of relatives, the leader of the red-skinned man achieved a meeting with an old gangster who claimed that he was forever bound with the underground life and now he is only an old sick retired. They met as if by chance, away from curious ears.

The old Mayer was sitting at the table. He looked tired, impatient, and in his eyes was December.
“A beautiful day sir. How is your health?” The leader spoke from far away.
“The Son.” Lancey quietly interrupted him, “Before you go on, I’ll tell you a story. Long ago, almost 50 years ago, a famous Rabbi from Poland by the name of Shapiro came to New York. He needed funds to build a new synagogue and gave lectures. Once he was performing in Manhattan, the hall was crowded, people were even standing in the passages. I was there too, sitting in the front row. Rebe hardly knew English and spoke in Polish and Idish, but those present knew these languages. As he said. You won’t believe, people were crying and I wiped my tears. And in front of the stage was a little boy cleaning, and he also cried out. Rabbi Shapiro spoke to him in the idis, "boy, why are you crying?“But he did not answer, he did not know the idis. Then the rabbi asked him in Polish, but the boy did not know Polish. Rebe was surprised and then asked him in broken English, "Boys, why are you crying, did you understand what I said?" “No.” The boy answered. “I did not understand any of your words. But one thing I understood – you want money.” I know why you came to me. Why do you need money?
“I want to open the case.” Starting with Hookie.
“You want to start a business and become rich.” The pensioner smiled.

The Indian understood that it was necessary to be completely honest with Meyer. There was something in his chest and he spoke, turning to a quiet cry.
“Yes, I want to be rich, I will not deny it. Everyone wants that. But even more I want to finally pull my tribe out of that shit where we have been living for more than 120 years. Do you know what it means to live on a reservation? Living outside of the line like animals? When are they looking at you from the top down? I grew up on a farm where chimpanzees were bred, and I remember tourists looking at monkeys and me as a stranger. We live in cattle, the poor sit in poverty and chase the poor, and everyone tries to eat somehow. They took our land, our freedom, our pride, and in exchange they gave us alcohol. We are almost losing our language and we are losing faith. From day to day, from year to year, from decade to decade is the same thing. We will soon be ourselves. You won’t believe it, but many of us hardly know how to read and write. I am not the prophet Moses who brought you out of Egypt, but I love my little people. And I really want to make it flourish. I will do it, whatever it costs me. Of course I could succeed for myself personally by going somewhere, but is it worthy of men? If I am not for myself, then who is for me? If I am only for myself, then why am I? If not now, then then? “Do you understand me, Mr. Lansky?”

Meyer was no longer sitting down. He strained like a stretched tendon, his hands compressed into his fists, his eyes glowed, and the gallows floated on his face. It seemed that the old bandit remembered something, something long forgotten, but painfully native. Husky was silent, and Lansky looked at him with a heavy breath.
“I have heard you. I understood you.” The old man slowly fell. “Someday I myself... we’re not going to talk about it,” Lancey breathed hard. “How will you do this miracle?”
“I want to open a bingo room where people can play big things. If you do, open a casino. I think there will be a lot of demand.” The leader answered.
“My boy, how I understand you. Casino in Florida. It was an unrealistic dream of my whole life. Your parents were probably not yet born when I and my teacher, Arnold Rothstein, called Brain, planned to do so. There are thousands of problems and traps, but the main two. The first is this Catholic Church and Archbishop McCarthy himself (head of the Catholic Church in Florida in the late 1970s). Pops firmly hold the “bingo for charity” market in their chain pins. These Hanji seem so holy, but in fact much worse than the Gangsters of East Side, I know. They fill their pockets, buy real estate and valuables, and if they allocated at least one percent of what they have for good deeds, they could feed all the hungry in the world for 10 years. The second difficulty is that the Chinuchi will never allow a casino to open in Florida. It is easier to deal with the wall. If you knew how much money, time, and energy I and our friends have spent on these dumb and stubborn donkeys in Talakhasi, the capital of Florida. These fools can’t see beyond their noses. Oh, if you could open a casino in Florida, do you think I would open a casino in Las Vegas, Cuba, and the Bahamas? No son, I sincerely want to help you, but it’s not possible.” Meyer said sadly.
“Mr. Lansky, I know what you are capable of. If there is a wizard in the world, it is you. I understand you didn’t, and yet I’ll open a bingo and casino room.”
“My dear, as soon as you open the door, the police will immediately appear and cover the bench. You will lose in court.”
“You see, I have two goats that you and your friends didn’t have. Listen to.” And looking closely around if anyone is listening, Hukipi whispered something almost into Lansky’s ear. Hearing this, the old Meyer opened his mouth of amazement.
“That cannot be. My son, are you sure? Is it really so?” He asked again.
“Of course. Otherwise, why would I come to you? However, your lawyers will be able to check my words.” Confirmed by the leader.
“It is fun. This is Gash, this is ours. It’s a pity we didn’t meet before when I was full of strength. What we would do, what heights we would reach. Of course, the odds are still small, it's probably like putting everything on zero in roulette, and yet... In my time I played a lot with fewer odds and won. Yes... it’ll be a glorious thing, we’ll wipe the nose of these chinches.” Lancey had a smile on his face, and April was in his eyes.
“Do you give money?” I asked Hookie.
“Where do I get my money? I live on a modest pension. But I have a good friend, Jack Cooper, and I think if I ask him very much, he won’t refuse. Per I can persuade some of my friends to polite ask the Archbishop not to interfere with us. But you will still have to meet him, so to speak, to show respect. I also know a couple or three lawyers who will probably agree to help us for a symbolic sum. You will need a good advisor on a regular basis. I would recommend my old friend, Stephen Wilde. He is a reliable man, he also served two terms in Vietnam.” He almost accidentally showed his awareness of the gangster. “And to run the casino myself, I have a guy from a very good family, his name is James Weissman. A very literate young man, and his brother, Eugene, can also help with various minor difficulties. You won’t mind if the order is monitored by very responsible and decent people?” Half asked, half ordered Lansky and looked closely at Hookipy.
“We have agreed. I am very happy.” The leader answered and they shrugged their hands.

It may be a coincidence, but Cooper indeed gave the loan to the Indians without even looking at the tribe’s sad financial reports. Wilden began to engage less in his hippodrome and spent surprisingly much time on reservations. And the Weisman brothers generally abandoned all their business and began to engage exclusively in almost selfless assistance to the seminols. And very soon a new building with a big bingo game opened for reservation. Most surprisingly, Archbishop McCarthy did not object to the bingo on the reservation and even wished him good luck.

As Lancey predicted, the police appeared on the first day and arrested officials and managers. And of course, the Seminols filed a lawsuit claiming that they have the full right to do anything on their land.
“It is unacceptable. What kind of self-government? Everybody will do what they want. Your honor, you should close this place of wickedness and sin.” Officials were murdered.
“Really indeed. The only place where gambling is allowed in the United States is Nevada. For everything else there are prescribed exceptions. For example, in Florida, the game can’t be in one place more than twice a week and the bet cannot be more than $100. You are making disgrace. Do you have any arguments in your favor?”
“We have two, your honor.” Jim Billy and his lawyers said. First, look at the precedent. Recently, Russell and Elena Bryana, from the Chippeva tribe, lived peacefully in a reserve in Minnesota. And suddenly, the state sends them a property tax bill they have never paid before. They challenged it in court, although the local and state court took the side of the authorities. But the Indians did not despair and brought the case to the Supreme Court, and he decided that a) the state has no right to levy taxes on business or property on reservations, and b) the state has no right to regulate the business of the Indians on their land. And the bingo hall is just business on our earth. And second and most importantly, your honor, we are not part of the United States at all. All Indian tribes surrendered to the U.S. government. Who before, who later, but all signed peace treaties and in fact admitted defeat. Everyone except us. We are the only tribe that has never surrendered. Our ancestors went to Everglades, but did not give up. We are still at war with you. Since when does anyone have the right to dictate conditions and indicate what to do to an unbeaten opponent on his land?

After hearing such arguments, the judge was forced to make the only true decision. “Seminolists should be left alone. Let them do what they want on their land, even if they play bingo, even if they open a casino. And neither the state nor the federal have the right to take a penny from the income.”

The money went to the reservation. Soon Jim opened a casino and the flow of money increased. The tribe paid off its debts to Cooper prematurely, though all the people recommended by Lansky remained in charge of managing the business. However, it is a pity that 47% of the profits are for good and honest people, especially if they do so well to help the development. Especially because they advised how to properly open other casinos.

For example, in Tampere, they decided to build a large parking lot, but it turned out that there was an old cemetery of seminols.
“I will not allow the pale faces to spoil the graves of our ancestors. Or have you forgotten that we are still officially fighting? If so, I will remind you. We will organize the Fourth Seminol War for you. We have already swallowed the fighting fires and are beating the tamats,” Khukipi shouted outraged.
“Oh well. We did not even know. Forgive us. What do you want?” The mayor asked confusedly.
“Well, build your own parking.” He changed his anger for the mercy of Houki. “Give us a piece of land so we can dignifiedly bury our ancestors elsewhere, but not far from the city.”
“The Ufff. Just anyway. Please please. Here is a great spot, right next to the highway, and not far from the city. Just do everything culturally and organize the museum. We will study you.” Officials were joyful.
“It is great. have agreed.” The leader smiled and the Seminols built a second casino.
“We didn’t agree like that.” They picked up chinches.
“So we didn’t agree on peace, and we didn’t bury the tomahawk,” Huquipi answered wisely.
Where is the museum??? Where is he? Do I have to keep the word?”
“How where? Inside the casino. Come in and see if you want to.” The leader laughed.

And the stream of money turned into a full-water river. The money became so much that the Seminols even acquired a stake in a casino in St. Martin and began to build more casinos in Florida. True, there were dirty rumors that almost selfless assistants of seminols carried cash in hundreds of boxes in private planes to different offshores, but all the curious were shown documents where it was clearly said - carrying food for the needy, and ridiculous rumors are shameful to believe.

The leader gained strength and developed a stormy activity. Electric companies that laid their networks, gas companies that stretched their pipes, garbage processing companies that buried waste, and other companies that rented land from seminols for pennies received an unpleasant surprise.
“All, the hole is over.” said Hookie. “Now you will pay a fair rent. Otherwise you’ll all go out.” Jim understood perfectly that the companies that had sealed pipes and networks worth tens of millions would not go anywhere and would accept all of his terms. And the river of money became even greater.

For almost 22 years, Huquipi ruled his small tribe with his iron hand. He became the highest paid employee in Florida. He was invited by presidents to the White House, he was sought by Trump trying to build a casino and hotel on his land, he was invited to symposiums, awarded prizes and awards. In fact, his vision changed the entire gambling market in the United States. Following his example, other tribes began to open casinos on reservations and now it’s a $30 billion industry that employs about 700,000 people.

Khukipi established a system of dividends for each seminol, established a special fund that provided any absolutely free medical care to all members of the tribe, and founded schools on reservations where the learning of the mother tongue and traditions was mandatory. Moreover, every Indian can now get an education at any university in the United States and do not have to pay a penny for it.

The money was invested in real estate, energy, tourism, securities, and of course... in new casinos. Money brought money and the tribe became rich in sight. Like smoke disappeared the bars and broken trandulets. The Indians had beautiful new houses and expensive cars. But sooner or later everything ends, the leader noticed that a lot of money the council of leaders began to spend on themselves. Each of the leaders spent countless millions and did not even think of answering to the tribe. And when Huqiqi was outraged and decided to investigate, he was removed from the position of supreme leader.

As is accepted, the official reason was accusations of sexual harassment of the subordinate. He was also accused of corruption and abuse of power. But the former leader filed a lawsuit and... won. As a result, the tribe paid him more than $600,000. He retired from business, built his chics again, and lived singing. But the tribe is stuck in corruption and scandals, because big money brings big problems. And in 2011, Khukipi was re-elected as leader.

Huqiqi dispersed the corrupt, stopped the vicious practice of paying the money of minors to parents that they could waste, brought order in accountability, invested in new projects. Surprisingly, without corruption, there was a surplus of money that turned into additional dividends for the Indians. Nowadays, each completed seminol, in addition to free medicine and education, receives $128,000 per year. And the money of minors now goes to a special trust so that every member of the tribe at the age of 18 is already a multi-millionaire.

In 2016, the Council of Chiefs once again decided to remove Houki. He seemed to have greatly interfered with life. Now the former sergeant-ranger, veteran, builder, leader, and businessman is in deserved rest. He is only 73 years old and still full of strength and energy. As you know, maybe the Seminol will again need a strong hand and wise advice and then "the one who was taken" will again become the leader and lead his tribe to new heights. There is a popular saying that “the herd of lambs under the leadership of a lion is much stronger than the herd of lions under the leadership of a lamb.”

Maybe that is all. Now you know the story of a poor half-blooded boy who made his tribe prosperous. The story of Huqipi, the leader of the Seminols.