#berman

Sadie sink x reader

You sat at a desk with your guitar, notepad, and pencil. You were strumming chords and writing them down along with lyrics that came to your mind whenever you thought of her.

Sadie is your girlfriend for almost a year. For your one year anniversary, you wanted to write a song for her. Except now you are kinda starting to regret making that decision because you are coming at a loss for words.

You got startled out of your focus by your phone ringing. You looked up and saw that Sadie wanted to FaceTime, so you answered.

“Hey baby, what’s up” Sadie said before you could say hi.

“The sky,” you snickered as she glared at you “no I’m just joshing ya. I’m writing a song.” You smiled at her.

“Oh. I thought you just finished your album though.” Sadie quirked and eyebrow. You nodded your head, half listening to her and half writing down more words in your notebook. “Ok. Well I have to go now. They’re calling me to film. Love you”

“Love you too, babes.” You kissed the camera on your phone. When Sadie hung up, you started to strum more chords that went along perfectly to the words.

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You were at the last concert of your tour. It was your anniversary today and you planned to sing the song now. Luckily this concert started at 9 pm, so you had the morning with Sadie and the afternoon preparing for the concert. Sadie was in the front row looking up at you.

(For the sake of the story pretend you made Stop the World I Wanna Get Off with You by Arctic Monkeys)

“Hey guys,” you were so desperately trying to catch you breath. “Uh, so we are at the end of the tour, and this is my last concert of it. So because of that I wanted to officially let you guys hear my new song that I made for my girlfriend and out one year anniversary.” The crowd cheered.

Open Sesame

(We've places to go)

We've people to see

(Let's put 'em on hold)

There's all sorts of shapes that I bet you can make

When you want to escape, say the word

Well, I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do

With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room

And I don't wanna lie, but I don't wanna tell you the truth

Get the sense that you're on the move

And you'll probably be leaving soon, so I'm telling you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Eyes the colour of

(Water left in mud)

Icing sugar dust

(Crazy green flashes)

It's a funny thing that I cannot explain

Don't you know the train keeps a-rolling?

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Well, I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do

And I don't wanna lie, and I don't wanna tell you the truth

And I know we got places to go, we got people to see

Think we both oughta put 'em on hold and I know you agree, yeah

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

You finished the song and the concert ended. As people started filing out, you jumped off the stage and Sadie ran to you. She engulfed you in a strong hug and squeezed you tight.

“Thank you so much for that..” she sniffled “you didn’t have to do that for me you know.” Sadie wiped her tears of joy. You patted her head and returned the hug twice as strong.

“I love you, Sadie”

For a solid month I tried to think of something new to say about rivers I called the newspaper to find out how many horses were left on earth, and numbly watched mosquitos swarm over a pile of high-heeled shoes while my colleagues hunted in the corners.

At least I was not in the line of work that had me spending most of my day avoiding God. My desk held painfully complicated sufaces filled with shadow cassettes, black bear theory and drinking water.

There was the sadness in a name like Jesse Winchester and the wind howling on the answering machine when I returned home from daydreaming in a margarita shop.

All the blessings and counter-blessings that move my mind like FM waves from a butter churn, and granted me the sight of parallel collies standing on a hilltop

And the rain falling on the United States while it wonders 'What is the United States?'

I used to sing a song that went 'No more Springs, no more Summers, no more Falls' I believed I was nearing the morning when nettles would pour from the shower head. When I would be ripped out of the world for re-casting of blues and plastic.

I believed that I would finally break where I had been bent, that I would lose the game inside the game But that has not happened, And now I don't expect it ever will.

Geoffrey Berman, in his role as U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York, has investigated a number of Donald Trump’s associates. Among other things, Berman was overseeing the investigation of Trump lawyer Rudy Giuliani’s business activities.

On June 19, Attorney General Bill Barr announced that Berman was “stepping down.” This came as something of a surprise to Berman, who wasn’t. Upon reading Barr’s announcement, Berman promptly released a statement that “I have not resigned, and have no intention of resigning, my position.”

On June 20, Barr retorted: “Because you have declared that you have no intention of resigning, I have asked the President to remove you as of today, and he has done so.” He thereby admitted lying about Berman’s resignation.

About an hour later, Trump denied having anything to do with firing Berman:

“Well, that’s all up to the Attorney General. Attorney General Barr is working on that. That’s his department not my department. But we have a very capable Attorney General. So that’s really up to him. I’m not involved.”

Trump’s statements indicated that Barr had lied about Berman again. Now, the Attorney General does not have the authority to fire Berman; only the president can fire a United States Attorney. Trump’s statements therefore also indicated that Berman wasn’t actually fired, and thus that Barr had been caught in yet another lie (in addition to abuse of authority).

Trump will surely discipline Barr for these falsehoods.

Commission for Berman!