Crazy Jobpath Doesn’t Understand COVID-19 Lockdown

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Text sent to me today, during the Irish COVID-19 lockdown, about JobPath job activation interview

Whenever I’ve been unfortunate enough to have to do business with the dole office, to try to access payments I’m legally entitled to, I’ve had a bit of bother, as Frank Spencer would say. He wasn’t as good in the skills department as me, I imagine, and his CV wouldn’t have extended to one page, let alone the two and a half that the dour-faced and depressing-to-look-at pen pusher behind the interview desk frowned on, as being far too much longer than the one page she thought a tech job CV should be. She shared her top tip, keep it to under one page, when casting a look that could turn clients to stone, first at me, then my CV,  which she handled as though COVID-19 was already here, last time I was called for a “Job Activation” interview. Never mind that I had taught CV preparation myself, as part of my work, before, or had done a top-up module in CV skills, on a digital media journalism Diploma course. No. She knew best, Ms. dole office, or at least hoped I thought she did, as she struck me as a lot more grim-faced after she’d seen my CV, which I imagine had a lot more qualifications listed than hers would have (not that she would need to be producing hers for some sour wagon at a pointless dole interview, since she already had her pen-pushing gig) . It didn’t get me a job of course. In my mid fifties, in a job market dominated by imported workers from EU agencies, and a gap in my CV showing I was unemployed, I wasn’t terribly surprised. I’d even applied for jobs overseas, ‘though I baulked at the few that were advertised that I had some chance of getting, teaching jobs in Saudi Arabia and China. Nah. I thought. I’d just shake some guy’s  hand the first week, and it’d be downhill quite quickly from there. Even three hots and a cot wouldn’t be guaranteed, either, I’m thinking, in those sorts of regimes.

Mind you, our regime isn’t much better, if they insist you hike it out to attend a going nowhere that results in a job session, in the middle of a COVID-19 lockdown.  I had already been getting letters every couple of weeks from them, to attend meetings cited over 50kms away, with no public transport route to get me there. I don’t drive, of course. I’m unemployed, and was a zero-contract dispos-a-worker type, when I was getting the crumbs of work left over from what the foreign agency workers hadn’t time for. I was the first to go, and last to be respected, as many Irish employers seem to prefer agency workers, who provide the quick turnover needed, to Irish employees, who, let’s face it, answer back, ‘cos they speak English. They might also have a super CV, which could put you to shame if you hired them, and make you look like the complete thicko that you are, just there because you slept with the boss, and know where the tax money is hidden, or maybe your actual daddy’s the boss. Small companies like to keep things in the family, while larger ones like to keep things as impersonal as possible, preferably by not having anyone Irish working there at all. Hence the bewilderment of visitors to Irish shores who wonder why there are no Irish staff in hotels or restaurants. They’re probably busy completing a series of Job Activation interviews, for jobs they have no hope of getting, in which they are berated by being told they are just not trying hard enough to get one of those jobs there are so many of, according to the massaged figures, which  count the various work schemes the state runs as employment.

I’ve been shoved onto those as well, and if I don’t get a job, can be expected to bounce about from one type of work scheme to another, until I am an old age pensioner, as although each type has a maximum timelimit,  it’s easy to get around that by having lots of differently named ones. Usually, they involve picking up litter, sweeping roads, or freezing your behind off in the rain in a range of ways that seem designed to destroy the individuals dignity, and health, but keep an army of supervisors on a good wage, while the person on the scheme gets none of the training in skills suitable to their existing skills, which the schemes promise in the small print, nor the training grant that they are entitled too either. I know. I’ve asked, as I figured learning to drive might increase my ability to get work, but my question was brushed under the carpet, as I almost was too, when they put me on a scheme which said it was an office job, and turned out to be a janitor’s job. I had to go home that first day, to change out of smart office clothes into my oldest jeans, as no work wear was provided. I refused to go up on a roof to clean a gutter on that job, and kicked up a stink, arguing that I had never worked in the janitorial arena, so had no existing skills there I wished to build on. My teaching  and digital media qualifications, as well as my rather super, if I don’t mind saying so myself, communications skills, persuaded them to get me off the roof, and into an office, to teach web design. I learned nothing, and had few students, but it’s about keeping the little gulag going, as this cheap labour helps provide services for councils, and keep the unemployment figures looking healthier than they really are.

I find I have to remind dole office workers, and the companies they liase with, of Irish law, regularly, as they have broken their own department’s rules several times already with me, e.g. insisting I work on a scheme while already having a real job . Now it seems, they’d like to again push the boat out, by ignoring Leo Varadkar, who’s going hoarse telling everyone to just stay at home, to observe the COVID-19 restrictions. The foreign contract workers must think we Irish are stupid, for paying them €350 for 12 weeks, to sit at home during the crisis, so the company they worked for will hire them back whenever the crisis is over, while the people like me, who were made unemployed before the virus sent the country into lockdown, get the old rate of jobseeker’s benefit, and told to risk infecting people by traveling to even-more-pointless-than-usual job activation interviews, for what, exactly? To work on a CV again (oooo, maybe we could shorten it even more, and leave out those three qualifications), and be asked why I think I haven’t gotten any replies this week from employers, I suppose. Em, because we’re on a feckin’ lockdown, you complete idiot.

Q – Trust The Plan

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Lift the Veil screenshot from this vid

The people that brought you Q are keeping the life support campaign going, and the patient seems to be still alive, and reviving from the recent coma, induced by the recent collision with reality. Q is up and about again, and getting legs it seems.

Voices of dissent are being heard, and a new conversation is starting, on issues that weren’t disscussed while the topic of Q was still the trendist thing around, and the only thing anyone could see. Some are rushing out to join the frey, like Annie Get Your Gun, singin’ ‘Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better’,  a few others are sitting by the patient’s bed, and some are chatting away to other folks in the hallways while the patient’s diapers and bedsheets are getting changed.

It’s a difficult conversation. Some folks in it aren’t sure what each other’s relationship to the patient actually is, and there is debate about whether Q will be the same person at all when he’s fully recovered; will he be a shadow of his former self, or a new man altogether? Only time will tell, and the time window for full recovery seems to be narrowing all the time. At least all Q’s friends and foes got to meet at last; even if it wasn’t pretty, it’s good to talk.

 

Get Off!

An interesting chat on Irish radio with Sean O’Rourke, about social media, and the growing campaign to persuade people to engage less online. Is it a good idea, or just another manipulation tactic, by a group with vested interests in shutting down discourse?

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Click here to listen to podcast

 

Call me the suspicious type, but I know in the business world leopards don’t stop being spotty overnight, even if they are living in a different habitat, or eating their prey off a different patch of ground. The protestations are as hard to swallow as when an antelope horn goes down one’s gullet sideways. This guy.

And this guy.

And, of course, this guy.

OK, lads. We hear you, and we’ll get back to you on it. Maybe stick a post up, tweet you, make a video, whatever. We won’t ring you though, ‘cos we know your phone is off.

That Crazy Moon

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They say that the full moon brings out the crazies. There might be something in that. I recently had a go at editing a video for upload on my YouTube channel, which has feck all subscribers, so if I made a mess of it I wouldn’t make to much of a fool of myself, or garner too many negative comments. How wrong can you be?

The video itself got very few views, so little in the way of negative comments, since it didn’t exactly take YouTube by storm. No, it was me, myself and I that got all the comments, from one quite harsh critic, called Stacey Ann Hightower. Except she’s not called that at the moment. It changes a lot more often than her mood, which usually stays in the angry zone, unsurprisingly, since she has been a satellite planet in the pull of the exploding supernova known as the Denise Matteau channel. While she’s been flung off course by the explosion of Denise Matteau‘s main channel, shut down by repeated strikes for bullying and harassment, she has decided to reinvent herself and attach herself to the orbit of what she sees as up-and-coming stars that were circling in the same orbits in YouTube. She’s pretty deluded if she thinks that’s me, but in the crazy light of the moon, the lunatics dance and the keyboard campaigns of hatred are launched like rockets (too heavy with the confused astral metaphors, you think?).

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So anyhow, Stacey Ann Hightower, who used to be Neon Flux, and has again changed her name, this time to Donna Syko Emerald, for posting slander about me in various comment sections where nobody really gives a d*mn about either of us, or has any idea who we even are, has been wearing herself ragged trying to persuade people in the ‘Truther Community’ on YouTube that myself and another guy called Aaron have been stalking herself and Denise Matteau, and are out to kill herself and her family. Crazy stuff, and there’s more; we are convicted pedophiles as well, it seems.

Not quite sure where her evidence is for any of the outrageous allegations, but that’s the kind of thing crazies get up to with their keyboards when the moon shines in their window. Or when they’re not busy doing another beer run at the local off-license or issuing their own death threats.

Part of what triggered her was the fact that when she used to be the YouTuber known as Neon Flux I wrote a post here which included her, and also featured her friend and ours, Denise Matteau. I was never a member of what Denise liked to think of as her little ‘Family’, but she and Neon were good buddies. Used to Email each other everyday, with all sorts of schemes and dreams constantly on the boil. Neon still uses Denise’s name as her own at times, she’s that big a fan.

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Stacey Ann Hightower/ No Name/Denise Matteau Here commenting on ‘Donna’s Moon Story’ video

Shame Denise went off her, when she realised that Neon might be more of an liability to the survival of her channel than an asset, and when the pot threatened to boil over, Denise spilled the beans on Neon, and burned her rather badly, divulging her personal details in videos, and reading out Emails Neon had sent her. Here’s a reposting of a video of a special reading Denise did from Neon’s Emails, that’s now gone the way of Denise’s main channel.

After Denise jettisoned Neon publicly, Neon threatened to sue her, and Denise then put around the story that Neon was working with me, Donna the professional killer (long story), and Aaron Cross, AKA Montagraph, ‘the pedophile’, and child killer, according to herself, as we had been public enemies for quite a while, me, for having dared to do a blog post about Denise’s life, which she had already splashed all over the internet herself, and Aaron, because she thought he was Montagraph, who can’t stand her either, since that time she said he was a pedo, and whipped her subscribers into a frenzy of hatred against him (whew, that sentence was longer than Proust, though it didn’t have as much literary style, I gotta admit). Wild stuff, but there were other thoroughly nutty people in Denise’s orbit who still believe this version of The Truth, and are rumbling out their convoy of lies around the various channels, trying to drum up a ‘crew’ to harass the so-called ‘trolls’.

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Aww. De poa hurty wurty feewings when yo fweend wont twoll foa yo.

NeedAHugThe whole thread on this video became funny when Delphi wanted to have a beauty contest with me, in an attempt to get me to ‘out’ my real-life identity.  Wanted me to slug it out back on her horse channel. I posted a picture of myself looking my very best, since I just couldn’t get her off my back any other way. She hasn’t a chance against this fine thing.

ComputerSaysNoInterestingly enough, just the week before she posted on the thread Delphi had been back on her own channel telling people she was being ‘stocked’, and was back in Denise’s good graces, working with her to resolve the Aaron problem. She told her friend she would Email. She’s good at staying in touch with people.Despite the fact that she avoids the internet like the plague.

Seems Delphi was creating her story and making sure it stuck long before she arrived on the YouTubeStory2Chinada3 video to cause trouble. She is currently telling her subscribers that she will be offline, and they are all getting concerned, and asking if she is OK. The finger will be no doubt pointed in Aaron and myself’s direction when she makes her next video. Maybe she is hoping she will impress Denise with her stocking skillz.

As for our old friend Neon, she’s had a rough time over at my Donna’s Moon Story video. Click the video above, and select View on YouTube, if you want to see the comments, but believe me, you are going to learn some new phrases that I hope you will never need to use yourself in your daily life. Be sure to expand the Comments Button To Sort By Newest first, as shown here.

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ExpandShe’s currently sleeping it off, though I seriously doubt she will rethink her attitudes when the sun comes up on a new day.

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Update: You know my remarks about how to access Stacy/Neon’s nasty remarks on my video comment section? Well, ignore them, because she has removed them. I know you are probably driven mad with curiosity to see what was said before she passed out from emotional overload, or overload of something or other anyway, so I will post them here below. I’m putting them below the following book quote, in case you want to think over whether you want to look at something this yukky, so be warned.

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A History of Madness in Sixteenth-century Germany
By H. C. Erik Midelfort Stanford University Press.

Stacey thought if she just kept repeating the allegations somebody would believe them, and she could drag as many personal enemies and allegations into the stalker ring conspiracy as possible by going big on the lie. She had seen that this technique often worked for Denise, because they got the idea about our being stalkers and all the other horrible things from Denise, and believed them. Or just wanted everyone else to believe them, because they hated us for what they saw as a group of people working together to try to break up their Family cult, sorry, emmmm….cosy fellowship, of them against the world. And as if we didn’t get the message that she wanted us to know that she was still bestest buds with Denise, this comment was next.

It’s a bit confused, and the plot isn’t consistent, but confusion just adds to the whole conspiracy, dontcha think? Kindof a ‘Well, you must be over the target, because people seem to be getting annoyed’ school of logic, that so many deluded, what are now colloquially known as ‘Qtards‘ seem to use to make decisions when arriving at ‘The Truth‘. Stacey was determined to carry on with whatever bs she was trying to sell despite anything I said to the contrary. My version wasn’t as exciting, of course. It was just a standard response one makes when they’ve been threatened with a throat slitting (see comment above my drunk video at top of this page).

It went on and on. I got bored. I won’t bore you further. It was more of the same, with several name changes along the way. Currently, she’s Donna Psycho Emerald on this channel, where she carries on with inept trolling by making playlists, and Photoshopping a hat on my profile picture. Oh well, keeps her off the streets, I suppose. And her 10 subscribers, which I suspect are all her. Until she has to go out for more beer. She’s bound to be thirsty after all that hard work. Still, hard work never killed anyone, as they say, and it’s done wonders for her creativity, as she’s coming up with cute playlist names like ‘Donna Emerald the truth of her t3rror1sm‘ and ‘Aaron Cross stalker of women, offender of children‘. I like the hat, too.

Oh well, let’s leave them to their astral madness; seems that people will go on believing what they want to believe and turn their faces from the light of intelligence, to continue bathing in moon madness.

Encylopedia Dramaticus

Dear Sir/Madam,

I have long been an admirer of your fine publication, which I believe to be an indispensible aide to introducing drama in my life, on the occasional moments when my own imagination fails me. I submit for your consideration the following items, which I’m sure you will be riveted by, as my numerous subscribers are. I believe these will create quite a stir in your dramatic community, just as they have in my own corner of the internet, which I like to think of as Youtubia.

Let’s kick off, shall we, with one of my latest videos, which pretty much sums up the whole drama that has unfolded in my life. I have bullet-pointed here some of the more pertinent and salient  points for your further elucidation. I know it’s hard to follow, but I make many, many videos, and it will eventually begin to sink in to your understanding, after a while, and you will come to the same conclusions about the gang that have been stalking me for years, once you watch everything, and, like me, learn to discern what’s real, in the dramatic tale that unfolds nightly on my channel.

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My comment on the professional troll Donna Emerald, from my ‘And so it begins...’ video 2nd May.

The main dramatic points I would like draw your attention to are as follows:

  1. Donna Emerald, who may well be the historical stalker known as Brian Birmingham, and her video filmed from my original work, which I can’t remove from her channel because of the YouTube cult’s strange shenanigans effecting the Submit button’s efficaciousness. I predicted his arrest way back in 2010, and the police will be no doubt catching up with him any day now, along with the many, many people I have found, mostly on YouTube, who are operating in the SAME HUGE INTERNATIONAL GANG, all wanting my important informations, all wanting to SHUT ME UP!

    They were all in on it! The international gang that stalks me, and KILLS!!!!
  2. A defense of the character and ethics of The Jesus Christians, the ‘kidney cult’, and a brief but effective endorsement of Brother Dave’s new cult, the ‘End Time Survivors’ and a plug for his book, available from reputable online retailers.
  3. The long but interesting saga of my important family has been hardly covered at all here (I can send you links to many other fascinating videos, some of which include Hillary Clinton and a paint factory – the things I know about that woman would amaze you!), but I do cover the Friday night that one of my brothers disowned me, refusing to help me remove some my personal informations from the interwebs; also, my dramatic retelling of the ‘Brenham Pond’ dumping charge, and how I ended up doing time for my crime, all because of this brother of mine.

Need more background? Why certainly; I can see how difficult it might be to follow along with the storms, tribulations, and hurricanes that have blown through my life. My autobiography, which I am planning to publish soon, will expose such trolls as Donna Emerald and UNIROCK, and the whole world will be red-pilled. No doubt investigations which have been closed long ago will again reopen as a result of my dramatic efforts, and I will be proved right about everything.

I enclose some background on Donna Emerald, and that goddam blog, which is untakedownable (see also most of my videos for updates about her evil doings with the international stalker gang, but ignore the first 2 mins or so of each video, where I bullsh♥t about my grapes and melons; that’s to fool the bot army watching me).

Excuse the language in the next one, but I know we’re all adults here, so we can handle the drama, and w♣nker seemed to be the correct word to describe the shill known as UNIROCK.

His handling of the ‘Corsi Email affaire’ was way beyond gauche in my opinion, and his Gaytaxi pal helped him to try to make me look foolish, an impossible task which they both failed miserably at, despite having help from such big names as Alex Jones. He blocked me from the live chat on this one too. How very dare he! I called him out on his lies of course. I can’t stand liars.

Now I know you specialize in documenting some of the best flare-ups, flounce-offs and fruit-cakes in existence in Youtubia, but I feel the dramatic nature of the information my news channel provides easily knocks everyone else’s content out of the ballpark, and I am willing to let you publicize my content so you can share in the spoils and bathe in the reflected glory, that is, at bottom, the work I feel The Lord is calling me to as a warrior for justice. You have 48 hours to respond. If I do not hear back from you I will be suing you for loss of earnings, naturally, as I have wasted the best part of an afternoon, when I could have been sewing quilts. As it is, I have already spent too much time trying to fill out the bΨstard complaint about that professional stalker Donna Emerald’s video. I can see I will need to write to my special friends as well, if I want to get her dealt with, and the rest of the gang who have been after me for many years now, trying to ruin my quilt making business, and then blaming the whole thing on a few little Palmetto bugs, as if a bug snug on a rug mattered.

 

Yours faithfully,

D. S. Matteau

p.s. Here are some further links for your consideration.

  1. A link to the goddam post that goddam troll Donna put up, that I can’t get removed.
  2. A link to another d®mn video I got removed, but the troll bots at Youtubia got put back up.
  3. The full f@%king video by the kill squad mercenary, Donna Emerald, which I found out I can’t get taken down, despite finally getting the Submit button to submit to me, because the c you next Tuesday filmed it on her own camera.

Authors note: The above post is intended for comedic/dramatic/entertainment purposes only and was written by myself, under the pen-name Donna Emerald. None of the information included in the post regarding Denise Matteau can be interpreted as being factual. Some of the videos are Ms. Matteau’s intellectual property, and I have respected this by linking the videos to her YouTube channel(s). Who knows what the truth is? All of reality could be one giant LARP. One thing’s for certain, people are like onions; there’s a lot going on under the skin, and it’s part of the wonderful drama we call life. Have fun with it. Don’t take it too seriously, because therein lies the way to madness.

Postscript: Shortly after this letter was penned, Denise went missing from YouTube. If you know where she is, don’t approach her, as she is armed with a sharp tongue, from which you may get a lashing  if you startle her.Booking mugshots of Denise

Denise’s Conspiracy TheoriesArticle on Beforeitsnews.com, by Wynter Moon

The “real” Encyclopedia Dramatica site, not for the faint-hearted, but definitely for those with a sense of humour, here.

Oooh. The drama. I’m sure they’ll give her an entry, yet.

The Fine Art Of Being Handy

This is a podcast from Irish Radio 1’s 2nd May programme, featuring Sean O’Rourke’s Guest Dr. Harry Barry, on the importance of developing emotional resilience in childhood. Click on the book cover image to hear the 13 minute interview. The author makes a compelling argument that kids need to develop social skills by playing, socialising, and doing things with their hands. He points out something which is starting to be a conversation which the whole of Ireland is currently having about the future of their children.

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Harry Barry’s book from https://www.drharrybarry.com/

When we were kids, it was still possible to play in the streets without getting creamed by a passing car or lorry. When it was raining fun was still had, with card or board games in the house.

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Image from architectureireland.ie

Felt pens and drawing pictures and cutting out things to put in scrap books, or hobbies like bird-watching or reading passed the free time. At the weekend the family, if they were lucky enough to have a car, could head out into the countryside and the parents could admire nature while the kids walked about hitting things with sticks (if you were a boy, or catching butterflies to look at or collecting flowers to press (if you were a girl). At school there were sports and activities. I learned Irish dancing and gymnastics when I was at primary school; sports and exercise are now avoided almost entirely in schools because of insurance costs being prohibitive, and sport coming last on the school spending list as a result. Now, by the time children reach secondary school, sports are discouraged in deference to the perception that passing exams should be the main focus of all a child’s energies.

 

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Ireland was still, even in the 1960s, a largely rural and agricultural society, which set great store on being able to do things with your hands, as being handy was a necessary skill whether you wanted to tie a knot which would hold properly in something in the farmyard, or just wanted to recycle your own shoelace for the umpteenth time.

There was still a lot of poverty around in the cities, although the grinding poverty experienced  by the lower classes in Victorian Dublin had been largely eradicated, and persisted largely in the inner city.

Consumer goods were expensive,  and many mothers chose to make as much clothing for the family as was practical because it was cheaper than buying off the rack, and meals were made from scratch, as fast food wasn’t even a thing back then. Interestingly, nowadays, some problems are resurfacing that had been fixed, we thought, many years ago in Irish society, such as, it is being discovered, malnourishment, which is again a health issue for kids, though this time around, it is accompanied by obesity. The fast food so widely available and popular with mums for its time-saving qualities, and beloved by kids because of advertising and cheap plastic toys that come with the cheap plastic meal, is having huge health consequences for children that will last throughout their lives. They might live longer than earlier generations, but they will have more chronic conditions, many directly connected to modern lifestyles, which they will have to take more drugs for, and spend more time going in and out of hospitals than earlier generations.

As for illegal drug use, that seems to be growing in popularity as a pastime as children progress to adulthood, and there is a huge epidemic of drugs in Irish cities, with drug deaths estimated at three times the rate of the rest of Europe. The clip shown above is a short documentary from 2013, and gives some background. The situation is much worse than that by now, and a walk down Dublin’s main street, O’Connell Street, is like walking through a take of a zombie movie.

Desperate measures are being taken by some to address some of the issues, before the next generation goes down the tubes in the way the earlier one has; the signs are already bad, but where there are signs of problems, there may also lie the seeds of the answers. One school in Tralee has made national headlines by getting together with parents to ban smartphones for their primary school age (5-12 year old) children. The campaign is picking up speed, as there has in recent months been a national debate raging about the malevolent influences of social media platforms on the mental health of Irish children.

As for development of inter-personal skills, as most of us know on an intellectual level, but perhaps don’t really get on an emotional level, online and offline are quite a different kettle of fish. One involves the tactile and sensory (perhaps the distinction will be blurred radically when virtual reality technology goes more mainstream), and the other is mainly about virtual hugs, or hate.

Our sense of self-worth is vital to our development as a human being, and to our happiness as individuals, and contributors to a harmonious society. Self-worth, as Dr. Harry Barry points out, can be taught, and there are a range of skills, some of which we discussed here, which are vital to pass on to subsequent generations, if we are to give them the tools to live well, and not just live like rats in a cage. Or at least, we might be crowded together like rats, but we can still care.