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Much like the boy who murders his parents and then asks for alms because he's an orphan. ~~~~~~~~~~~` Iran demands US compensation for strike as precondition for nuclear talks Iran will not return to "business as usual" with Washington unless the US compensates it for damages incurred during last month's war, Iranian Foreign Minister Abbas Araghchi told the Financial Times, as Tehran hardens its stance and lays out new conditions for renewing nuclear negotiations with the Trump administration. [...] https://www.israelhayom.com/2025/07/31/iran-demands-us-compensation-for-strike-as-precondition-for-nuclear-talks/

Emily Damari says Starmer teaching Hamas 'violence earns legitimacy' Emily Damari, a hostage survivor who was abducted from Kfar Aza kibbutz and freed after 471 days, posted a social media message targeting British Prime Minister Keir Starmer over his decision to recognize Palestinian statehood. "As a Dual British-Israeli citizen who survived 471 days in Hamas captivity, I am deeply saddened by Prime Minister Starmer's decision to recognise Palestinian statehood. This move does not confirm the UK will advance peace – it risks rewarding terror. It sends a dangerous message: that violence earns legitimacy," Damari stated. [...] https://www.israelhayom.com/2025/07/30/emily-damari-says-starmer-teaching-hamas-violence-earns-legitimacy/

The Federal government has unlimited time and resources to make our lives miserable. Doesn't it make sense, per the above, to cut off the government before it can get started with this?

Terminology is important. The OP is in the 129F petition process. No K-1 visa application is involved yet.

Thrilling Wednesday-on-Thursday report, see man: HSM helped us zzz, but yet again we awoke long before alarm, man. We felt like garbage-warmed-over, gracias Shingrix man. We popped daytime HSM, pop we man. Fortunately, miu was undemanding and mellow, mellow miu man. Made donation drop, drop we man. In heavenly fashion, they wrote yesterday's date on the ticket, praised be the Great Sky-Chimp man. Found more boxes at hardware store, go out for boxing we man. Stopped at other donation place that didn't e-mail us a receipt, man. Helpful chica sneaked us an old paper receipt like they used to use, praised be the Great Sky-Chimp man. We will copy this and record future donations on it, relief for we man man. Reached Mama T-B.'s old casa in time for lunch, reach we man. We had a brainstorm, stormbrain we man. It costs $Many ($2x2x2 +2+2) to carry lunch out, si man. It costs $Many ($2x2x2 +2) to ingest in the dining room, $2 less man. We consumed lunch in the dining room, $1 deficit to $1 overage man. (Financially savvy and ingenious we man! Financially, FINANCIALLY savvy and ingenious SAVVY AND INGENIOUS we man we man!) Free lunch was baked catfish, beef noodle soup, wild rice, green beans, and sugar-free vanilla pudding, ingest-for-less we man. We are highly self-impressed with our financial acumen, impressed-with-self we man. Mama T-B. had been bugging us to question billed items and confirm when long-term care (LTC) benefits would start, aysheep senior she man man. We caucused in person with cute young Business Managerette (BM) at new Resisted Living place, si man. BM explained items on bill and asked others about things that she didn't know about, admit freely BM man. BM phoned highly capable LTC outfit and resolved all questions within a couple of minutes, resolve BM & LTC man. BM sent LTC outfit the one item outstanding, capable BM man. We were impressed and very well-pleased with the entire process/outcome, pleased we man. BM then went with us to caucus with Mama T-B., si man. Mama T-B. didn't yell at us, someone else present man. We think that Mama T-B. accepts what was said and done, si man. We are also impressed with BM's investment of time and diplomacy in regard to Mama T-B., si man. The entire process above took 2 hours, so much for vacating Mama T-B.'s unit man. As soon as BM left, Mama T-B. admonished us for falling behind, man. As we walked out the door, we got exceptionally sleepy, Our Kingdom for a Siesta man. However, we returned to Mama T-B.'s old casa, dedicated we man. We changed our approach, si man. We decided to concentrate on one room or area and not concerning ourself with item categories, si man. In this way, we out-cleared all of Closet #2 and all but one kitchen cabinet, efficient we man. We put pink stickers on each cabinet/drawer that had been cleared, remind ourself and formalize process we man. We did all that we could, fading we man. After compiling 2 donation bags and 1 of trash, we compiled Many (2+1) of hangers, all over the place man. One bag was plastic ones to recycle, lousy plastic man. One was plain wire, take to give to dry-cleaners man. One was for pants, take to give to dry-cleaners man. Floor is a lot cleaner now, easier to navigate and less mental stress man. Free din-din was carved meatloaf (?), green beans, and mac/cheese, ingest we man. CBJC (Cute Bistro Junior Chica) tried to make conversation with us, converse she man. We were so dead from fatigue/fever that we didn't respond well at all, man. Regardless, we have enough for Thursday's lunch and $1 left over, see if any side item costs that we man. Finally up-wrapped the day, too little but at least some accomplishment man. At the casa, encountered intense miu, Where's My Miu-Lunch and Where the Dickens Were You Daddy man. Ministered to intense miu, ministerial we man. Took shower, highly necessary man. Shivered like an illegitimate male child upon exiting shower, sure sign of fever man. Off-dried and got self into bed immediately, siesta we man. Praise the Great Sky-Chimp that our phone was in another room, planned man. During siesta, it rang twice and took a text, outsmart phone this time we man. We pretty much zzz'd but had a feverish nightmare, dream weirdly we man. We began shivering immediately after exiting bed, brrrrr man. Took more HSM, interim till real stuff overnight man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Progress needed at Mama T-B.'s old casa, please man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

While in feverish pain today, we came up with a potential name for the next Rant thread, see man: Thru the Desert on a Rant with No Name (si man) This could be varied, shortened, etc., si man. Comments please, si man.

Welcome back, si and glee and whee Eh ma'am! Welcome to the group of those of us who wish to be reincarnated as invertebrates, si Eh ma'am.

Switch to weaker solutions of it, perhaps man? We were as sick as an illegitimate male child on this day after, man. Fever, shivering, injection-site soreness, et al., gag man. Hey look over there at the financially savvy investor finding what's essentially free money, see man! Number of missing beats precised, see and si and man.

It is Wednesday, and time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THE VERY BAD PARROTS A lady went to her parish priest one day and said, "Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, but they know how to say only one thing." "What do they say?" the priest inquired. "They say, 'Hi! We are prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?'" "That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed. "I can see why you are embarrassed." He thought for a minute and then said, "You know, I may have a solution. I have two male parrots whom I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we will put them in the cage with Francis and Job. My parrots can teach your parrots to pray and worship. I'm sure your parrots will stop saying that... that phrase in no time." The woman happily agreed. The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's house. As he ushered her in, she saw the two male parrots inside their cage, holding their rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After just a couple of seconds, the female parrots exclaimed in unison, "Hi! We are prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?" There was a stunned silence. Finally, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and said, "Put the beads away, Francis -- our prayers have been answered!"

How DEHHHHHH we!

Here is the only Naturalization study guide that anyone would ever need, SM ma'am: http://www.visajourney.com/forums/topic/382775-mrs-t-b-the-citizenship-test/

Thrilling Tuesday-on-Wednesday report, see man: Nothing about colonoscopies or wide excisions here, no man. We took HSM and actually zzz'd soundly until the phone rang at Many -- si man, Many -- a.m., groggy we man. Mama T-B. said, "I have a crisis, si man," si man. She had rung her "help" bracelet for 1 hour + half-of-half an hour with no response, unacceptable man. She needed someone to move her bed 2 inches from the wall so her outlet would work, bed-control plugged in man. She knew when the noosers changed shifts and waited to give them some time, considerate senior she man man. Still, no one came, no man. Mama T-B. had only the switchboard number of this Resisted Living place, sigh man. She called it and got nothing, no man. We called it and got "Welcome to the auto-attendant, si man. If you know your party's extension, enter it now, si man. Otherwise, press Many for a directory, si man," si man. We pressed Many and it returned us to the original message, man. We texted the facility's boss, good dude man. We apologized and explained, si man. Director notified Med Tech immediately, si man. Med Tech visited Mama T-B. & was a bit mad for having gotten into trouble, "helping other patients" he man man. Mama T-B. was ultimately helped, si man. However, our night was shortened and we never re-zzz'd, this absolutely cannot continue man. We arose and ineffectively caffeinated ourself, not a good sign man. We researched donation outlets that would accept furniture and climb stairs to do so, VERY few man. One was Salvation Army, SA man. We had 2 undonated bags from Monday, see Thrilling (?) Monday report man. We took them to SA, not a short trip at all man. We donated the bags and talked to those who knew about scheduling donation pickups, jawbone we man. We were given a number to call to learn about backlogs/wait times, must call it man. We were given a paper donation receipt, what a refreshing concept man. We never got a call back from Monday's place that was supposed to e-mail us a receipt, man. Apparently only SA and our favorite donation place give paper receipts now, boo to technology man. Made it to Mama T-B.'s old casa just in time for free lunch, goal of ours man. We consumed salad, cabbage*, black-eyed peas, the driest small slab of chicken breast ever, and sugar-free chocolate ice cream, ingest we man. *which amazingly did NOT gastrointestinalize us into misery, first time ever man We then resumed out-clearing Mama T-B.'s #2 closet, green-lighted on that at least man. Then a text from our latest NextDoor ad came in, desirous buyer man. He ended up taking $Many00 of stuff, including stuff we'd considered unsellable man. He promised to come back on Thursday, and his mother might want our old furniture, major boon if so man. Mama T-B. found the sales amount impressive but pointed out $ loss if we go into August, not-wrong she man. She again admonished us to "get moving," si and sigh and and man. While we were waiting for customer to show up, we dashed to Walgreens, dash we man. We got 2 ready Rx's and our second shingles shot, ow ow Ow OW OW man. Pharmacy tech shot so high in the arm that it was nearly in the AC joint, exaggerate not much we man. This was even worse than the first dose, that one not fun either man. But at least we can finally shut our doctor up, once recalcitrant now calcitrant we man. In bad news, our hip is again just about as bad as it was before it got shot, sigh and HSM tonight man. After the sale, we compiled Many donation bags, first item on Wednesday's agenda is delivery man. A Craigslist scammer tried to get our Venmo log-in, block-&-report we man man. Free din-din was carved ham, green beans, & mac/cheese, ingest we man. We charmed a(nother) cute Bistro chica into extra portions, gastronomically savvy we man. We have enough on Mama T-B.'s meal account for 2 free lunches, perfect man. We are $1 short of another free din-din, and man. Guess we'll have to buy colas or something, wa$te not want not man. Mama T-B.'s complex received newspaper inserts, root through recycle bins we man. There were Popeye's and Subway coupons, si and glee and whee man! Returned to our casa and thoroughly ministered to demanding miu, service miu we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. returned from Ecu, exhausted ex-she man and wee man man. We hope that ex-she man can help Mama T-B. locate/pick blouses on Wed., hope we man. On Wed., we hope for more sales, oh well if not man. Donation run first, donate we man. We must empty Mama T-B.'s #1 closet and #1 bathroom, man. We must find time to see Mini-B., probably taller than we man now wee man man. HSM and hopefully uninterrupted zzz overnight, hope/pray we man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

We hate, and want to strangle the genius(es) who recommended, 2-stage prep, man. But good shepherding of Mr. Y ma'am through the process, si Y ma'am. Ask the Procto if you can save your poo in order to fling it, man. At least it wasn't one of the even-worse kinds, si and sigh and sincere best wishes Bro G man. LPoP and unread, no see we or anyone man.

This irks us to no end, si and grrrRRRRR man. Graphers (Graphites?) should use the most distinct colors possible, si and see man. And keep in mind that there is no such thing as "lavender" or "purple," all blue man. And for the Great Sky-Chimp's sake, do not highlight editorial changes in red, use blue or green or yellow man. *, si and grrrRRRRR man. *next, we shall tell you how we really feel, si man Length of training precised, si and see and mam ma'am. Number of brothers/uncles precised, si and see and mam ma'am. Maybe one reason we're so irritated by this process is that we realize that she'll realistically never wear any of these things again, sigh man. And she's also yelling at us that we'll miss the July Many'st deadline for vacating (true) when part of it is her fault... but how can we fault her for agonizing over which crumbs of her life she wants to hang onto, huh man? But gracias, si mam ma'am.

Brave of them to probe the nest. What if it had been hornets?

Thread from 2015 is now closed to further comment.

Thrilling (?) Monday-on-Tuesday report, see man: Began zzz-ing after Many a.m. and still awoke early, and we man. We were up creating a new Nextdoor post that drew zero interest, man. Groggy as Hades all day, no caffeination helped man. Made it to Mama T-B.'s old casa in time for chicas to get their furniture, bye comfortable seating man. Nothing else happened after that, no man. Free lunch was chicken cheese broccoli, chicken noodle soup, yams, and cooked baby carrots, ingest we and We Yam What We Yam What's Up Doc man. We up-cleaned most of a floor, little worthless stuff for donation man. We also bagged 2 more bags from Mama T-B.'s #2 closet, really packed man. Deposited Mama T-B.'s recent proceeds into bank, deposit we man. Made first donation-drop, no receipt received by e-mail man. Went to second donation site, forgot they're closed on Mondays we man. This will hose our daily donation schedule, don't want to active IRS Form Many2ManyMany man. Went to hardware store for more boxes, no boxes man. On drive back to casa, Mama T-B. called, call senior she man we man man. She wanted to pick clothes to save from #1 closet, inevitable man. It took over an hour to never find one blouse that she wanted in a one-foot target space, man. We ended up taking yet more fotos of "left side, top, first Many'rd/second Many'rd...," fruitless man. Mama T-B. complains that she can't see anything, everything too crowded together man. We see no solution to that except to take out Many blouses at a time to fotograph, fruitless man. We around-puttered with more cleaning, dabble we man. No comfortable place to sit, folding chairs only man. Our back and hip were yelling at us, oh great man. Free din-din was a chicken breast/wing, green beans, and mac/cheese, ingest we man. If we were designing the Universe, chickens would have no bones, ridiculous to fight them man. Finally up-gave and headed to see Mama T-B., request senior she man man. We increased storage/performance on her phone, empty caches we man. We fell asleep Many (2+1) -- si man, Many (2+1) -- times during this process, drop phone we man. Mama T-B. kept us long enough to make a real siesta uncertain, figure thus we man. At our casa, fed/treated/kibbled needy miu, mandatory service for miu man. Headed directly for siesta, no shower man. Coughing, outside noise, and back/hip precluded siesta for second consecutive night, man. Read Mama T-B. various important mail pieces, more work for us man. Used A.I. to create last-ditch Nextdoor post, try to sell all that garbage man. Got one request for fotos but no follow-up, si and no man. We'll have to donate stuff or sell it from our casa, sigh man. We haven't arranged for movers yet, might need as many as Many of them man. We're getting mighty sick of all of this, never get Mama T-B.'s old casa vacated we man. No party with the rubias, no cavort we man. Might try HSM tonight, gave us opposite effect of intended last time man. And that was/is our thrilling dud-day Monday, report we man.

Eh, shaddap Bro G man, silence man. She'd/she'll inevitably find a way to out-flake sooner or later, convinced in advance we man.

Really happy for you!

You gave the initial information in good faith. You're correcting it in similar fashion. USCIS, NVC, and the consulates thrive on the truth. When asked, explain just as you've explained it to us; even better, be proactive about volunteering the clarification.

Sorry to hear of this misfortune. Prayers for both of you. Since 2007 on VisaJourney, I've never heard of a K-1 being expedited for the stated reasons. I've never heard of the in-person meeting requirement's being waived, for ANY reason. If he hasn't even filed the I-129F, I regret to report that you can forget both of these. The chances are zero. As to what I would do in your shoes: Provide love and support from afar until the pancreatic cancer or the chemotherapy take their inevitable toll. Prayers for both of you.

Thrilling Sunday-on-Monday report, see man: We zzz'd inadequately and poorly yet again, need zzz we man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man. Remembered to hang Mama T-B.'s selected clothing in Mini-B.'s former closet, well-hung we man. Met Ecu handyman (EH) at Mama T-B.'s old casa. EH moved 2 furniture items to purchasers elsewhere in building, helpful EH man. EH took down curtains and fixed lamps in Mama T-B.'s place, helpful EH man. EH went with us to our casa and moved heavy boxes upstairs, helpful EH man. It was opportune that we returned to our casa, si and see why man. We heard distress miuing from Mini-B.'s former closet, hear miuing we man. Miu had somehow dashed into closet unnoticed during its brief open time, opportune miu man. Had we stayed out till dark as usual, miu would have been in big trouble, troubled miu man. We discussed this issue with miu with uncertain results, discuss uncertainly we man. We paid EH and lunched with him at Popeye's*, ingest we and EH man. *WUOC, financially savvy we man Updated online listings, sales man. Returned to Mama T-B.'s place, return like MacArthur we man. Sold 2 furnitures, big relief man. Sold promised item plus many extras, fair 2-way deal man. Din-din was Tuna Glop, ingest we man. Started our sole LL, Thread Laundress we man. We left out one sock, we man but we warshed it in the sink and got it baked with everything else, si man. We attempted a siesta but it was disastrous, not even close man. Our back & hip were screaming at us, disjointed we man. We gave up in disgust when the alarm rang, disgusted we man. Conquered the LL and dished/de-dished the warsher, domestic we man. Spent much time updating online listings and actually posting descriptions of remaining items in Nextdoor chat, hope for results we man. Someone will certainly text us at only Many a.m., and fit only for Walmarting time man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. phoned us from Guayaquil, got there from Cuenca ex-she & wee man man. She wants us to go with her to sell some land north of town on July Many'st, no way man. She threatened not to bring us our requested Ecu purchases if we did not, call ex-she man's bluff we man. She seems to be re-gravitating toward us now that she is minus the Rojo, expected by we man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no man. Hopefully some zzz tonight despite Many-a.m. bedtime and heartless NextDoor respondents, man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Well, maybe he's merely a garden-variety nut-job. There are always those, too.

Not giving legal advice here, but a couple of years ago I asked an estate/probate lawyer, "Do you make more money when people are intestate (= have no will) or when they try to do it themselves off the Internet?" She laughed and said, "When they do it themselves, by a mile! The Internet programs leave out crucial language and often aren't state-specific, so people end up in real trouble."

It's OK if you have no conflict of interest. Can do it via PM. Lots of them, indeed. See which languages they specialize in.