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Hello! I am OceanGunfish. I am a Hoosier and a Hoosier. My interests include environmentalism, American football, fantasy football, Pokémon, and movies by Christopher Nolan or from the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

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For your work on the NFL Project. Hey, you beat me to the Grover Stewart extension — Go Colts! Welcome to Wikipedia! If you ever need any help with anything (or if you want collaborate on working on the Colts) just say the word. —tim //// Carrite (talk) 16:57, 12 March 2024 (UTC)
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Much appreciate your effort in the World Destubathon! ♦ Dr. Blofeld 12:58, 20 July 2025 (UTC)

There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works everyday in his life at the same tasks, and his fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

The decay spreads over the State, and the sweet smell is a great sorrow on the land. Men who can graft the trees and make the seed fertile and big can find no way to let the hungry people eat their produce. Men who have created new fruits in the world cannot create a system whereby their fruits may be eaten. And the failure hangs over the State like a great sorrow.

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up?

And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains.

And the smell of rot fills the country.

Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate—died of malnutrition—because the food must rot, must be forced to rot.

The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

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  1. ^ Media mention: "That's not all—as her lengthy Wikipedia page outlines, her brother Matty was a four-year player at Robert Morris, while aunt Suzie McConnell Serio was a Women's Basketball Hall of Fame guard and coach in college and the WNBA. Yet another aunt, Kathy McConnell-Miller, was a conference women's coach of the year at Tulsa in 2000. An uncle, Tom McConnell, coached Saint Francis's men in Pennsylvania." Andres, Patrick. Mercury Waive Megan McConnell, Sister of Indiana Pacers' T.J. McConnell. Sports Illustrated. June 26, 2025. https://www.si.com/wnba/mercury-waive-megan-mcconnell-sister-indiana-pacers-tj-mcconnell