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Killing Us With Kindness:
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To be sure, [Heidegger’s] empty formula of “thoughtful remembrance” can also be filled in with a different attitudinal syndrome, for ex­ample with the anarchist demand for a subversive stance of refusal, which corresponds more to present moods than does blind submission to something superior. But the arbitrariness with which the same thought-figure can be given contemporary actualization remains irritating. 

— Jürgen Habermas, The Philosophical Discourse of Modernity

Here in Stars Hollow, the buses have been free for the past year — thanks, Covid. I suppose this is true in other places. But Stars Hollow also is the sort of place where people say “Thanks” to the bus driver when they get on or off the bus; young and old, every time, whether or not he makes a special stop for you or offers some other extra service. Just for doing his job! And the driver says “You’re welcome” or “Have a nice day” or something else, every time.

This was a nice, sunny day, but — again, thanks, Covid — I was the only passenger, so I got an extra helping of pleasant, “how’s your day” kind of conversation.

It was indeed pleasant, but given the current situation, I could not help but reflect on the fact that he would turn me in to the Stasi without a second thought. Actually, he would have a second thought: another job well done.

Perhaps my mind had strayed to this rather gloomy thought because the previous night I had re-watched the second episode of Better Call Saul. In this episode we are reintroduced to Tuco; from Breaking Bad, we are aware that Tuco is a sociopath, and this is established in the episode by the contrast between his kindly, loving treatment of his elderly grandmother, and his ultra-violent treatment of the men who, mistaking her for their real mark, he discovers are trying to extort money from her (kidnapping, threats of death or dismemberment, finally bargained down by Saul to simply breaking both their legs). [1]

This is Hollywood-standard for establishing such a character, often taken to outlandish heights, as when Hannibal Lecter only eats people who are rude. We are supposed to see an incongruity — aesthetic if not necessarily moral — between such polar deeds, establishing that the character is Not One of Us. [2]

But really, does it? Are We one of Them? As William Burroughs liked to ask, “Wouldn’t you?” if faced with a . . . virus? [3]

Stars Hollow is one of those places I have written about before, where liberals, Leftists, or outright hippies have moved in and remade the town in their image. It’s a nice image, relentlessly so.

Since Covid makes it impossible to meet or meet with people — other than essential service personnel like Mr. Friendly Bus Driver — I’ll concentrate on the building stock I see around town.

I suppose people of all income levels live around here, but the uniformity of their worldview imposes a sameness — a nice sameness — as strict as any building code or coop regulation. The housing stock is either classic Americana, lovingly if eccentrically preserved rather than torn down over the decades to build “more modern” ticky-tacky shitboxes; or else, if new, whether rich or poor, avant-garde or imitation tradition, in the finest of taste. [4]

If Jane Jacobs were reincarnated as a town, she would be Stars Hollow. It’s as if the whole town had received a visit from the This Old House crew. [5]

It’s a town where the housing is so consistently cute that one suspects it’s a stage set for some “ironic” putdown of small-town America before the New Deal. There are a handful — literally, you can count them on one hand — of eyesores, a couple ugly banks or local government annexes built in the 60s, it would appear. But even the cheaper banks or dental offices have a nostalgic, midcentury look to them, as if Rob and Laurie Petrie did their banking here.

It’s a town of San Francisco Victorians painted heliotrope, miniature Frank Lloyd Wright ranches with solar panels instead of leaky flat roofs; where tree houses (there are lots of them, and there are lots of trees) are handmade but from Bauhaus designs. And every one of them, rich or not so rich, has a “Black Lives Matter” sign; frequently, a handmade one, often suggesting a homeschooled child’s project. This despite the only black person I’ve seen being the fussy Creole gentleman employed as the concierge at the local inn; I’m sure the black population is vastly outnumbered by Asians and Native Americans, but there are no signs for them.

Are there no “freaks”? Well, right in the middle of one block is a sort of blockhouse, painted a chipping grey and with the windows boarded over from the inside. Out back you can spot a motorcycle. Anywhere else it would be a notorious biker hangout, but here the owner is likely an older version of that sad sack James from Twin Peaks[6]

The whole town makes David Lynch’s Blue Velvet look like Eraserhead. It’s like The Prisoner’s Village if the inhabitants were draft dodgers, not spies, and their retirement was voluntary. [7]

But enough about the buildings; they are just an objective correlative for the people inside them. The town is what happens when a bunch of white people get together, although perhaps only or especially those of Northern European descent. Scandinavians, for example; the ones who didn’t leave on longboats for some rapin’ and robbin’ were the progenitors of what’s come to be known as Minnesota Nice. The Coen Bros brought it to the big screen, of course, in Fargo. But, there is a dark side to Niceness, which is perhaps why the Coens seem able to mix comedy and violence so well.

Wikipedia’s entry for Minnesota Nice is short but provides this interesting nugget:

Playwright and corporate communications consultant Syl Jones suggested that Minnesota nice is not so much about being “nice” but is more about keeping up appearances, maintaining the social order, and keeping people (including non-natives of the state) in their place. He relates these social norms to the literary work of Danish-Norwegian novelist Aksel Sandemose, the fictional Law of Jante, and more generally, Scandinavian culture. [8]

You can buy James O’Meara’s book Green Nazis in Space! here.

In Fargo, the Outsider is also the most phenotypically Scandinavian character, played by Peter Stormare, and is the deadliest sociopath (although it’s a close competition). [9] But he shares the DNA of the unfortunate trooper he disposes of so casually.

Interestingly, Wikipedia cross-references an oddly converse phenom that was unknown to me:

The term Seattle Freeze refers to a widely held belief that it is especially difficult to make new friends in the U.S. city of Seattle, Washington, particularly for transplants from other cities. 

Newcomers to the area have described Seattleites as being standoffish, cold, distant, and distrustful, while in settings such as bars and parties, people from Seattle tend to mainly interact with their particular clique. One author described the aversion to strangers as “people are very polite but not particularly friendly.” 

While some residents dispute the existence of the Seattle Freeze, a 2008 peer-reviewed study published in Perspectives on Psychological Science found that among all 50 states, Washington residents ranked 48th in the personality trait extraversion. In 2014 a similar report by the Seattle CityClub ranked the population 48th out of 50 similarly-sized cities in activities such as “talking with neighbors frequently.” The rapid growth of Amazon and its accompanying influx of largely young, male technology workers may have exacerbated the phenomenon. 

It has been speculated that the origin of the phenomenon could stem from the reserved personalities of the city’s early Nordic and Asian immigrants. Other reasons may include the emotional effects of the climate (such as Seasonal Affective Disorder), or the region’s history of independent-minded pioneers. 

During the COVID-19 pandemic, Seattle was the first major U.S. city affected and began implementing social distancing measures earlier than other regions. The Seattle Freeze was cited as a factor in the pandemic’s slowdown by late March. [10]

You’ll notice that two diametrically opposed social modes — over-friendliness and standoffishness — are attributed to Nordic roots. When in doubt, blame white people. But then “keeping people at a distance” is just another way of “keeping people in their place.” [11]

That place might be on the other side of the tracks, or waiting six feet apart at the cashier; or standing at the curb until the lights change: back in 1972, Hunter S. Thompson had an encounter with Niceness when covering the Presidential primary in neighboring Wisconsin:

Milwaukee is owned by old Germans who moved out to the suburbs about thirty years ago and hired Polaks to run the city for them. The German presence is very heavy here; the pace is very orderly. Even on totally empty downtown streets, nobody crosses against the Red Light. Yesterday I was grabbed for “jay-walking” outside the hotel. I was standing in a crowd on the corner of Second and Wisconsin — impatient to get across the street to my illegally parked Mustang and zip out to the South Side for a Wallace rally — and after two full minutes of standing on the curb and looking at the empty street I thought “fuck this,” and started to cross. Suddenly a whistle blew and a cop was yelling. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I kept moving, but glanced around me out of a general curiosity to see who was about to get busted — and I realized at once it was me. I was the only violator. . . so I shrugged and moved back to the curb, enduring the stares of about two dozen Responsible, Law-Abiding Citizens who clearly disapproved of my outburst. . . To first break the law, then to be screamed at in public by a trooper; this is not the sort of thing you want to call down on yourself in Milwaukee. There is no room in the good German mind for flashes of personal anarchy. . . [12]

“Flashes of personal anarchy” may just be a typically Gonzo way for Thompson to refer to individual freedom and choice; you know, Bill of Rights stuff. By contrast, the “anarchy” of Seattle’s CHAZ was a very compulsory anarchy — this is how it’s gonna be, got it? — a very no-questions-asked kind of anarchy; not the “personal anarchy” of Max Stirner, Ernst Junger, or even ol’ Massa Tom Jefferson.

On a less exalted, but more personal level, for “jaywalking,” substitute something equally mundane: say, choosing to take one’s chances without a mask.

Rules are good. We’ve seen what happens to societies without them (actually, they aren’t even societies, which are defined by rules). But so is individual liberty; we must find the right balance. Hmm. . . perhaps that sounds too much like olde tyme Fourth of July picnic rhetoric, or even worse, a libertarian screed. Let’s just say that society needs individual centers of action and decision, otherwise the whole thing becomes too rigid and unworkable, both uncreative and unlivable, at least for a European. [13]

Duchesne’s thesis is that the West has always been different, more creative, than other civilizations. The source of this creativity is the “aristocratic egalitarianism” of Indo-European societies. This unique aristocratic egalitarianism was made possible by a political arrangement that provided “relative freedom and autonomy from centralised authority. [14]

And that’s what’s worrisome about living around the people of Stars Hollow. They’re very nice, and they’ve made a very nice community for themselves, but they have very specific ideas about what constitutes Niceness, and they are very concerned about whether you are With the Program or not.

Much of the Current Year is all about Niceness. You will have noticed that the hot spots of the Summer of George were centers of Niceness, and the election, and even going back to the last one, was largely an exercise in enforcing Niceness by rejecting or ejecting that consummate vulgarian Trump. Even his supporters often felt the need to first establish their credentials, with an “I don’t much like the man, but. . .” or “I wish we had a more presentable spokesman.” Given that he accomplished, or even tried to accomplish, barely any part of his “populist” agenda, and was, as he always had been, simply an 80s New York Democrat — remember the kerfluffle over his “New York Values”? — one might conclude that the sole rap against him was Lack of Niceness; and you see how major that is.

That’s the thing about “nice.” Unlike Duchesne’s Indo-European “relative autonomy,” it’s a style, not a content; it’s compatible with any kind of ethos. Say what you will about the tenets of National Socialism, it was an ethos. But Northern European Niceness is a lovely but empty vessel that can be filled with any sort of content.

And that’s what’s wrong with the Polite Sociopath trope: it’s what philosophers would call a category mistake, confusing container and contents. The polite psychiatrist might well eat your liver, the friendly bus driver might well turn you in to the authorities.

Theodor Adorno was apparently not a nice guy — Lotte Lenya described her fellow “refugee from Nazi terror,” as the media might say, as “a pale, inflamed asshole.” [15] Perhaps for that reason, Adorno was able to see through the vessel of Niceness in his critique of the more fashionable notion of “authenticity”:

Subjectivity, Dasein itself, is sought in the absolute disposal of the individual over himself, without regard to the fact that he is caught up in a determining objectivity. . . . This obligation is totally abstract and thus concretized itself according to the power structure of the moment. [16]

And we all know what “the power structure” of our moment is.

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[1] For more on Breaking Bad, though not on Tuco, see my “Breaking Badge: Touch of Evil through the Lens of Breaking Bad,” reprinted in my forthcoming collection Passing the Buck: Coleman Francis & Other Cinematic Metaphysicians (Manticore, 2021).

[2] Although seeing only an aesthetic, not a moral, difference already places us far down the slippery slope; see Søren Kierkegaard.

[3] For example: 

[ind]Junk yields a basic formula of ‘evil’ virus: The Algebra of Need. The face of ‘evil’ is always the face of total need. A dope fiend is a man in total need of dope. Beyond a certain frequency need knows absolutely no limit or control. In the words of total need: ‘Wouldn’t you?’ Yes you would. You would lie, cheat, inform on your friends, steal, do anything to satisfy total need. Because you would be in a state of total sickness, total possession, and not in a position to act in any other way. Dope fiends are sick people who cannot act other than they do. A rabid dog cannot choose but bite. Assuming a self-righteous position is nothing to the purpose unless your purpose be to keep the junk virus in operation. And junk is a big industry.

Naked Lunch: “Introduction: deposition: testimony concerning a sickness.”

[4] Woody Guthrie mocked suburban developments in “Little Boxes”:

Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same. 

There’s a green one,
then a pink one,
and a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
and they all look just the same.

Guthrie himself lived for a time in a perfectly nice house rented from Fred Trump, but so loathed his “racist” landlord he wrote (but never recorded) a protest song, “Old Man Trump.”

[5] For more reflections on the preservation of housing and neighborhoods, see my “This Old Gay House” reprinted in The Homo & the Negro: Masculinist Meditations on Politics & Popular Culture; 2nd, Embiggened Edition; edited by Greg Johnson (San Francisco: Counter-Currents, 2017), on sale here.

[6] See Trevor Lynch, “Twin Peaks.”

[7] See Collin Cleary’s “Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner,” reprinted in his Summoning the Gods: Essays on Paganism in a God-Forsaken World, ed. Greg Johnson (San Francisco: Counter-Currents, 2011). 

[8] Wikipedia, quoting from Syl Jones, “The unwritten rules that tell Minnesotans how to be nice,” MPR, December 14, 2009.

[9] He also manifests that other Upper Midwestern trait, taciturnity, to an extent so extreme as to drive his unfortunate partner, Steve Buscemi, to hysteria:

Carl Showalter: You ever been to Minneapolis?

Gaear Grimsrud: Nope.

Carl Showalter: Would it. . . kill you to say something?

Gaear Grimsrud: I did.

Carl Showalter: “No.” That’s the first thing you’ve said in the last four hours. That’s, a fountain of conversation there, buddy. That’s a geyser.

It’s interesting to contrast him with some other characters, like Mr. Mohra, the local bartender who tells the cops about their hideout, who closely rival him. As Showalter says to Lundegaard in the first scene, “I’m not gonna sit here and debate.” (Although he does say it twice. “Say something once, Why say it again?” — David Byrne, “Psycho Killer.”)

[10] This may refer to a “slowdown” in the disease, giving the impression the “thanks to being okay with social isolation they beat the plague,” but there has not been a corresponding “slowdown” in the lockdown measures; on the contrary, they have been continued and recently dialed up to full strength (essentially no indoor business at all). I guess everyone seems OK with that.

[11] I’m reminded of Tom Wolfe’s remark that Southerners (like himself) had great fun in Manhattan because they could insult New Yorkers to their faces, in their own eyes, but their targets would never notice.

[12] Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 1972 (San Francisco: Straight Arrow, 1973), pp. 125-26.

[13] One of the most effective tactics of the labor movement was “work to rule,” pioneered by the anarcho-syndicalists. The insight was that actual work on the job was facilitated by all kinds of subtle accommodations between workers, and to actually work “by the book,” using rules dreamed up by the bosses (or today, “consultants”) would gum things up and bring things to a screeching halt. This is also Saul Alinsky’s Rule 4: “Make the enemy live up to its own book of rules.” The great British anarchist Colin Ward generalized this point to society as a whole: there was no need to “figure out” how an anarchist society could work, it was actually working now, underneath social and governmental rigamarole. As the Situationists graffitied, “Under the pavement, the beach.” As for our subject, Wikipedia says Ward believed that “anarchism in all its guises is an assertion of human dignity and responsibility. It is not a programme for political change but an act of social self-determination” [quoting his Anarchism as a Theory of Organization, Freedom Press, London, 1988, p. 143], and that he “particularly admired the Swiss system of direct democracy and cantons whereby each canton is run by its members who have control on the laws placed upon them, although he disapproved of many the policies this system enacted.” I guess he thought they were too “conservative,” but admired the system nonetheless; how very white of him, unlike our current political class that judges only by results. Also interesting is that John Kenneth Galbraith, when working for the New Deal, wrote a postwar assessment of NS Germany which concluded that, contrary to stereotype and propaganda, the NS state was not monolithic but rather a chaos of competing and adversarial fiefs and interest groups, which led to great inefficiencies. That’s right, the man who became the spokesman for managerial liberalism (their Buckley, only smarter) though NS Germany was too disorganized.

[14] Nelson Rosit, “Essays in Political Culture: A Review of Alexander Jacob’s European Perspectives.

[15] Hannah Arendt described Adorno to Karl Jaspers as “one of the most repulsive human beings I know;” and this was a woman willing to have sex with Heidegger. For these and more samples of Adorno hate, see “Hating Adorno (A Brief Compendium of Nasty Comments).”

[16] Theodore Adorno, The Jargon of Authenticity (London: Routledge, 2003), p. 105.



  1. Stephen Phillips
    Posted February 19, 2021 at 4:00 pm | Permalink

    I only lived in Seattle for about a year, but used to take the Sounder train from Edmonds to King Street Station during the week. In that time, I didn’t really experience the Seattle Freeze, but there was a definite change of atmosphere from when the train arrived in Seattle proper. It was almost as if people stopped chatting and became more aware of their surroundings at King Street. The opposite was true on the return journey. Passengers (majority White) would almost breathe a sigh of relief as the train departed north.

    • Alexandra O.
      Posted February 21, 2021 at 11:23 am | Permalink

      I moved to Seattle from Los Angeles in Summer of 1984, after visiting friends there and seeing how ‘nice’ it was. I got a job right away since I presented the ‘nice’ appearance they were looking for and a proper resume of doing ‘nice work’ as a secretary. My first day on the bus into downtown Seattle from a nice suburb, was eye-opening, for me, who had been riding buses for 20 years in L.A., full of all sorts from the lesser ‘nice’ parts of town. In Seattle, nearly everyone was White, dressed nicely for work, sitting up straight, and I was shocked that people were reading books and news papers such as the Wall Street Journal on that bus. I felt I had landed on a foreign planet. But it took me weeks to figure out another element that was missing — and I finally put my finger on it — there were no Jews. I was used to their nervous noisiness everywhere, since I had lived in Hollywood for 7 years, and nearby another 5 years. I was also to learn about 5 years later, when I got a job at Boeing, that their factory-floors and offices were nearly all White as well, and mostly ‘nice’. Then, I moved back to L.A. for a marriage in 1985. So, imagine my surprise in 2020, when I saw the riots and the ‘Summer of Love’ insanity in downtown Seattle. How on earth did that happen, I asked myself. But — in this essay, you have giving me the answer — overwhelming ‘niceness’ leads to lack of critical thinking on everyone’s part, and the total acceptance of ‘anything goes’. And further, I find the quiet blandness on the Right, which seems speechless at the insanity spewing out of the White House now, to be quite alarming for our future. Heads Up, Folks!

      • James O'Meara
        Posted February 21, 2021 at 4:48 pm | Permalink

        The nice Minneapolis boys are flummoxed by Seattle, 1964. “Aren’t you glad there’s only White people?” “The Leni Riefenstahl exhibit.” “The Fuhrer will be pleased.”

  2. BjornThorsonn
    Posted February 20, 2021 at 12:02 am | Permalink

    Thank you for refreshing view upon a sentiment that for some of us seems unassailable: Niceness. It has always been a double-edged sword.

    You state:
    But Northern European Niceness is a lovely but empty vessel that can be filled with any sort of content.

    Is it empty because their spiritual mind is empty? As they have been forced upon themselves a semitic religion that does not appeal to them at all? They unconsciously disregard it and it leaves a void. But Yahve is all love, is he not? The nice love? And this concept of niceness seems to stick.

    If you, on the other hand, look into the allegories of North Mythology, or the Iliad/Odyssey, niceness is not a core value.

    • Minnie Nice
      Posted February 20, 2021 at 6:24 am | Permalink

      I don’t think “niceness” has anything to do with Christianity.

      “Niceness” in this context is just a kind of formality. As the posts points out, it’s a kind of formality that keeps people “in their place.”

      It is not “niceness” in the sense of “kindness” and it has nothing to do with that Right bugaboo, “egalitarianism.”

  3. Captain John Charity Spring MA
    Posted February 21, 2021 at 6:29 am | Permalink

    No one in my village died of Covid19. The population is older and richer than almost anywhere else in the UK. No more than 5 cases a week the entire winter spike. Covid19 really is a bit of a mystery.

  4. Alexandra O.
    Posted February 21, 2021 at 10:36 am | Permalink

    Lefties have made “niceness” into their sword and whip by which they herd Whites into a psychic cattle-car to take us off to dungeons for our supposed horrid treatments of minorities and their ‘poor, starving children’ found worldwide in greasy ghettos, steaming jungles and blazing deserts — which we are expected to rescue and bring home to treat and assimilate. It’s all our fault for not being ‘decent’ and ‘nice’ to the immigrants overflowing into our lands — and we are not being ‘kind’ or ‘welcoming’, as we should be, for we created all their misery somehow in the past. The other label for their thought patterns is ‘Pathological Altruism’, which engulfs Christians as well, under the label of ‘Liberation Theology’. Thus we have the hysterical Christians as well as do-gooder atheists at our throats as well.

    How has our ‘niceness’ gene overwhelmed our common sense, and our cohesive community outlook which holds us together as a civilization? How can our ‘decency’ submerge our alarm at the possibility that we can be exterminated by this flood of migrants in the future? I think we have to seriously consider rekindling our ‘fight for survival’ mindset, and fast!

    • Tony Carlyle
      Posted February 21, 2021 at 5:54 pm | Permalink

      Hi Alexandra,

      I can’t say that there is one thing that has made us lose our common sense but much of it I believe has to do with the fact our quality of life is still high. And, many younger white people have grown up in diversity, since it has been the norm for decades now. People generally don’t rebel against the norm, especially when they are comfortable.

      Plus, the degradation of our sensible tribal instincts has been exacerbated by the institutionally enforced religion of equality (and now equity), white guilt, leftist educational brainwashing, cultural relativism, loss of faith, global Americanism, corrupt media, rootless capitalism, a disloyal elite, the overrepresentation of Jews in high places, etc.

      There are multiple causes of our current decline, so I generally don’t provide simplistic explanations such as, “Cultural Marxism has subverted us!” It’s not true and it makes white advocates look insane. I’m not saying that you’ve done this thing but I’ve seen people who do.

      Finally, I find it’s not a lack of common sense but a lack of education on things like black crime, demographic change and other ills that are threatening white civilization.

      Instead of alarming people with alarming rhetoric and hyperbole, I calmly state that we live in an anti-white climate. Incredulous, they ask how. Then, I explain to them the plethora of ills that are destroying our societies.

      I try as best as I can to be stoic when I present this information to them. The truth itself is often enough to shock them. I’ve converted friends, family, and now my fiancee from liberalism and casual conservatism to pro-white leanings of some variety.

      All of these arguments I’ve made while speaking as politely as possible. Generally speaking, you catch more flies with honey.

      Anyways, thank you for asking these questions. It’s been a joy to respond.

      Not all nice people are naive.


  5. Aldaföðr
    Posted February 21, 2021 at 7:13 pm | Permalink

    Cassius Dio describes how the first Etruscan king, Tarquin the Elder, usurped the throne in the early years of Rome after having won the confidence of leading men and the king, who gave him custody of his own sons after his death:
    “And after assuming control of affairs he so disposed the Romans that they should never wish to choose the children in preference to him: the lads he accustomed to indolence and ruined their souls and bodies by a kind of kindness.”

  6. James J. O'Meara
    Posted February 24, 2021 at 7:13 pm | Permalink

    ATLANTA (AP) — A British historian was knocked down and arrested for jaywalking while in the city for a convention.

    Felipe Fernandez-Armesto was attending the American Historical Association’s convention in Atlanta last week when he was stopped by a plainclothes police officer after crossing a street in downtown Atlanta.

    “Where I come from, jaywalking is not a crime,” Fernandez-Armesto said. “It did not occur to me that there was anything wrong with what I was doing.”

    And the former Oxford professor, who has written 19 books, said the situation grew more tense when he did not immediately realize it was a police officer who was questioning him.

    “When I questioned who he was he said something to the effect of ’When I give you an order, you obey it,”’ Fernandez-Armesto said. “I asked him what his authority was because I didn’t see a badge. Where I’m from, you don’t associate young gentlemen in bomber jackets with the police. But he was extremely upset I had questioned his bona fides.”

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