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FAKE TERROR – THE ROAD TO WAR AND DICTATORSHIP | WHAT REALLY HAPPENED
http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/ARTICLE5/
Historically inaccurate – consume a pinch of salt before reading.
I agree with http://andyfox.stumbleupon.com/ “anyone who has read Cicero knows that he would not appreciate his words being twisted this way.”
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Postage stamps from the Republic of China (1911 – 1949)
Top row President Yuan Shikai who declared himself emperor in 1915 and then died mysteriously.
Bottom row Sun Yat-sen the ‘Father of Modern China’ who was a principled nationalist who said that his “three Principles of the People” was inspired by Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysberg Address.
Also Chiang Kai-shek who infamously lost China and fled into exile in Taiwan in 1949.
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“Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom.
It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.”
William Pitt
春节快乐！Chun jie kuai le
春节好！Chun jie hao
Eclectic Thinkers: Intervowen
An old North Oxfordshire saying about our local churches…
Adderbury for strength,
Bloxham for length,
Kings Sutton for beauty.
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CGTalk – The War Machine, Ted Terranova (3D)
http://forums.cgsociety.org/showthread.php?t=301692
From the page: “Title: The War Machine
Name: Ted Terranova
Country: USA
Software: 3ds max
Here is the story which describes the image…
While searching through the archives of the Royal British Navy I made a Spectacular discovery. I had uncovered the long forgotten field reports for a prototype war machine developed by the Yorkshire Iron Works.
Apparently the British navy was concerned with the widespread use of railways and motorcars to transport goods and military material. The admiralty feared that with a lessening importance in naval commerce the British navy’s role in future conflicts would be reduced so they decided to develop a land ship! I found no plans for this war ship but there was a single rendition of the great machine quelling a rebellion in one of Britain’s Far East colonies. One can see its massive arms smashing through the walls of the local stronghold; the rebelling forces cringing before it%u2019s might. Designed in the tradition of great British warships, the captain and officers rode high atop the vehicle, directing the combat from ornately decorated balconies befitting their status. Lower down the machine was built of simple riveted iron armor. Huge pipes twisted together to harness the massive steam pressures generated by the monstrous boilers that moved the great machine. The crew in these lower levels was not as lucky as the officers above. Here they either shoveled coal into the great furnaces or manned the gigantic long-range cannons. It must have been a fearsome sight on the battlefield.”
All a little bit fanciful but the Union Jack caught my eye.
Germans give chimney sweeps the brush-off
From the Daily Telegraph…
Germans give chimney sweeps the brush-off
By Kate Connolly in Berlin
(Filed: 26/12/2005)
In his top hat, white tie and brass-buttoned uniform, and dangling a brush on a chain over his shoulder, Erhard Feller might have walked off the set of a film about Victorian England.
But the 51-year-old chimney sweep is a vibrant part of working life in modern Berlin and the uniform is standard for him and his 8,000 colleagues across Germany.
Even though most German chimneys are too thin for Santa Claus to squeeze into, Christmas is still the busiest time of year for Mr Feller, who travels on a motorbike between the 310 properties he is responsible for.
The few remaining households with fireplaces and wood ovens are keen to ensure they are in working order during the winter break.
The chimney sweep has a reputation as a bringer of luck. But an increasing number of Germans are angry that the sweeps have a monopoly and they are forced to pay for their services, whether they have a chimney or not.
Cute Overload :D
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Hongcun Village, Huizhou Region, China（中国徽州宏村）
http://www.glasgowmuseums.com/onemilliondaysinchina/exhibition/
The Eight Taoist Immortals
Although the One Million Days in China exhibition which ran at the Glasgow Museum is now finished, the online exhibition remains. One Million Days in China ran at The Burrell Collection from July 2004 to February 2005, and explored and celebrated 4000 years of Chinese history and culture through Sir William Burrell’s world-class collection of Chinese art.
Deer Mouse Christmas Card
http://www.yodaboys.com/deermouse.html
Twas the Night before Christmas Poem by Clement Moore
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her `kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, `ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Microsoft To Mac Users: Ditch Internet Explorer Now — InformationWeek
http://www.informationweek.com/news/showArticle.jhtml?articleID=175006737
I never used it anyway…
From the page: “Microsoft To Mac Users: Ditch Internet Explorer Now
Microsoft told users to switch to another browser, as support for IE on Mac will end this month. “
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“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.”
There are places I’ll remember all my life
Though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I’ll love you more
Given today’s date I thought this was appropriate, my old family home, gone forever, changed and not for better.
Incidently, I have heard that ‘In My Life’ was Paul Mc Cartney’s favourite ‘John Lennon’ song.
The Yorkshire Dales, beautiful any time of the year.
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Today I has mostly been….
Storming the Krasnyi Oktyabr Railway yards in Stalingrad with my mates in the 62nd Army Battle-Group of the Red Army.
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Ozymandias
a sonnet by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1817)
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
see also:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozymandias
Indian Yoga vs Irish Yoga
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In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
The picture above is a screenshot of the Remembrance Field in Grindlewald, Second Life created and owned by Garnet Psaltery.
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It’s like Deadwood, only with less swearing.
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Hmmmmm, le monde du chocolate.
Aussi en anglais…
http://www.favarger.com/en/
Song of Solomon 2
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
My stumbling will be taking a back seat for the next fortnight as I shall be getting married on Saturday October 22nd and will be on honeymoon in Switzerland for a week.
While I am away I can strongly recommend that you visit anyone from my list of stumbeupon friends whose kind comments and support have lifted my spirits since I started stumbling back in July ’04.
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The Eastern Front, I spend a lot of time here.
RONNIE BARKER 1929 – 2005
My favourite sketch from the ‘Two Ronnies’ can be found here:
http://www.angelfire.com/me/tvcomedy/fourcandles.html