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Cheshire Archives and Local Studies (ref: DLT/D463/6).
"Tabley House, Sept 13th 1819
My lord,
I regret extremely that unforseen circumstances have prevented me the honor of addressing your Lordship at an earlier period; and I should now think myself highly culpable was I to conceal from your Lordship the very unexpected & increased difficulties recently thrown in the way of Individuals coming forward as Volunteers from the Dread of even appearing loyal having so widely spread itself since the unfortunate occurences at Manchester, & which is daily kept up by anonymous threats & intimidation.
Your Lordship has no doubt been fully apprized of the deplorable state of that Town which every day gets worse & that not only those Tradesmen who served as special Constables have been obliged to shut up their shops, but those Gentm who came forward as Yeomen cannot appear without the most imminent danger of their lives.
A state of things that is most desperate & can only be remedied, & confidence restored by the immediate presence of a strong Military Force.
I beg my lord to add that my endeavour to accomplish the formation of a corps of Vol Infantry, has been aided by the kind & powerful assistance of Mr. Egerton of Tatton as well as by the unceasing exertions of Mr. Wright late Major in the Knutsford Corps, & that tho’ we have been far less successful than we wished, I still confidently look forward to be enabled in the course of the present week to offer for your Lordship’s approbation, thro’ the Lieutt of the County, a Corps of picked Men worthy your Lordship’s attention.
In the mean time allow me to assure your Lordship that no pains or trouble on my part shall be spared, being most desirous to meet your Lordship’s wishes & to promote the welfare of my Country.
I have the honor, My Lord
to remain your Lordship’s
Most obedient humble St
JL
A Gentleman this instant returned from Manchester assures me he saw two hundred persons at least waiting at one Shop for white Hats, which they glory in wearing openly, as Insignia of positive rebellion
Surely my Lord this calls for the strong hand of Government before it is too late."
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I've previously photographed an ancient Grey Mangrove at Shelly Beach at Red Head, commenting on its rare location and on its age and on my worst-case fears that an act of vandalism or a natural catastrophe could one day damage this rare tree.
This tree, one of a very small group, only one other of which has reached a reasonable size, had stood as a sentinel on the southern end of the Shelly Beach, having been in that location struggling for survival for possibly many hundreds of years.
If it could talk it would no doubt tell epic stories of indigenous people coming to this beach to catch fish and just enjoy its tranquility.
I found and photographed this tree after it had been cut down and the various bits removed by persons unknown 30 metres to a location near the entrance from the beach to the rainforest walking track on June 24th 2016.
How the tree was killed remains a mystery but I am led to believe it was blown over by a serious storm which hit the area in late June 2016 and I am hoping that the chainsaw cuts in it are from someone who simple attempted to drag it up the beach out of the way of beachgoers.
I spoke to a few members of the Landcare team who looked after Red Head Littoral Rainforest Reserve and no-one was able to tell me how the tree was damaged.
The worst-case scenario, which I hope wasn't the case, is that someone has shown culpable disrespect for this ancient sentinel and cut the tree down in an act of lunacy.
Any information on the circumstances of how this rare mangrove tree met its end is welcomed.
Note - This image was originally posted on my free Mypix4u2c Flickr account on July 16th 2016. It had been viewed 329 times up till on 2nd July 2024 when it was transferred to my Black Diamond Images account.
Pics taken at Salon Pueyrredon. Second day of Kustom Rock Festival. Niños Enfermos, Culpables Directos, Horror Vendetta & Burning Fingers
Marcha #NiUnaMenos 3-6-2015.
Marcha contra la violencia de género, el feminicidio y la legitimidad de derechos. Pedido de leyes para la prevención y contención como así también castigos de acorde a culpables.
"Thousands of people rallied in cities across Argentina on Wednesday to demand more robust action to prevent violence against women after a spate of murders". Jonathan Gilbert; The New York Times. June 3, 2015.
In Kosovo the US and NATO are heroes. In Serbia NATO and the US in particular are Devils incarnate. In Bosnia the UN and the Dutch especially are culpable.
If you look carefully at this image, you might notice a tiny cross on top of the girls dorm in the distance. Can you see it? I never had any idea why it was there. The boys dorm didn’t have one. But the cross on the girls dorm persisted for the entirety of my time on campus—except for a period of about 18 hours in the final months of the winter of 1984. A couple years after this photograph was taken, the same view led Tom Kock, Mike Naumann, and me to decide that this cross might look better on top of Marquette, the then-vacant dorm next to it. After some deliberation, we decided to take a per that evening and do something about it. How cool would it be for the campus to wake up and discover that the cross had mysteriously moved one building over?
Some readers might recognize Mike Nauman’s name from the essay I published about my return to campus in 2024. He was the one who retrieved the Campion cafeteria trays out of Campion Hall back in the day. Of all my friends, no one had a more unique skill set than Mike. Ask yourself how you would get into this fully secured building? On at least one occasion, Mike got in through the domed white cupola perched at the very top, after which he gave a few friends and I a nighttime tour. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mike knew Campion Hall and the tunnel system that ran beneath the campus better than the maintenance staff.
Once everyone returned to their respective dorms for study hall that evening, Tom, Mike, and I made our way to the south end of the girls dorm with a random collection of tools we had scavenged that day in anticipation of our mission. Needless to say, Mike Naumann was the lynchpin to the plan. The only way we had to access the rooftop of the girls dorm was to scale the exterior of the building. In a matter of minutes, Mike made his way up a drainpipe and onto the roof. He would have made it even faster had he not stopped to enjoy the view. The drainpipe ran next to a series of windows that allowed him to peer into the dorm and observe the proceedings. You can see the rooftop cross and drainpipe Mike used in the background of this image.
By the time Mike was standing on the roof, it had become clear that there were parts of the plan which had not been fully considered. First, the cross turned out to be huge. And second, we weren't the only ones on a per that night. It was freezing outside. We knew why we were standing around in the cold. Why were they? This was going to slow us down.
After freeing the cross from the guy wires that held it in place, Mike used a rope to lower it down to Tom and me, whose role to this point had been to stand around in the shadows and try to look inconspicuous while Mike did all the work. Once Mike was safely back at ground level, it seemed like a simple matter to get the cross up to the top of Marquette. The building was old enough that it had an external fire escape which provided easy access to the roof. But the process was not simple. The plan was conceived with a much smaller cross in mind. Inconspicuously hauling the giant cross up the narrow set of stairs and switchbacks turned out to be a lot of work. By the time we had maneuvered it up to the rooftop, we had no time left to do anything but lean it up against an exterior wall and head back to the boys dorm.
We woke up the next day eager to see the morning light illuminate our handiwork. It was not the magnificent exchange we had originally pictured. It looked like an unfinished project—which it was. After both students and faculty began to notice our small change to the campus landscape, I tried to write a story about it for the school newspaper. Prof. King killed it, just as he killed my other independent story ideas, like the one promoting a small business in the boys dorm in which some enterprising classmates sought to sell Coke products out of their room to those who preferred The Real Thing over the Pepsi products stocked in the vending machines. (After King killed my story, school administrators killed the small business. Sorry about that, guys.)
By the end of the day, the three of us found ourselves walking out of the dean's office dormed (i.e., confined to the boys dorm) for two weeks. The last thing Dean Hayes asked us as we were leaving was, "Is this more or less of a punishment than you expected?" In the moment, none of us knew why he was asking. We just shrugged, unwilling to commit one way or the other. The truth was that we didn't even consider the possibility of getting caught, but two weeks definitely seemed excessive for what we viewed as a harmless prank. It eventually occurred to me that Dean Hayes was asking because he had no idea what was appropriate. He was trying to choose a punishment that wasn't excessively harsh but would still serve as a deterrent. While the three of us agreed he had overshot, I don't doubt that the maintenance crew tasked with getting the cross down from Marquette and back up to the top of the girls dorm would have voted for more severe consequences.
We never tried to deny our culpability in the events of the previous evening nor did we ask how we were identified as the culprits, but years later the answer to this question seems obvious. All they had to do was look at the sign-out sheet to see who took pers that night. Tim Linn, Mike Naumann, Tom Kock. Bingo, bingo, bingo. (Or rather, bingo, bingo, Little Bingo.) We probably should have thought of that. Not the first plan nor the last to go pear-shaped.
Months later at the senior class dinner, the tutors handed out a series of joke “fines” to classmates who had come to their attention for various reasons over the course of the school year. Mike Naumann’s fine was by far the largest because, as one tutor put it, “We could never relax, even on our days off. In the back of our minds we were always wondering, ‘Where is Mike Naumann and what is he doing?’” They didn’t know the half of it.
MLPS was Martin Luther Prep School, a conservative Lutheran high school located in Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin, that operated in the 1980s and early 90s. Some Catholics may remember its prior incarnation as Campion Jesuit High School. I write more about its history here: new.express.adobe.com/webpage/9IEe38JdMS0gW
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Usted lleno mi vida de dulces inquietudes y amargos decencantos su amor es como un grito qe llevo aqui en mi alma y aqui en mi corazón y soy esclavo de su amor, no juegue con mis venas ni con mis sentimientos es lo unico que tengo usted es mi esperanza mi ultima esperanza comprenda de una vez usted me decespera me mataa me enloquesee, que hasta la vida diera...
"I don't think they have any other choice, practically, other than to continue this strategy of denial and propaganda and censorship to try to avoid culpability. It's up to the world."
The State Has No Business Pushing Jabs on the Children - Dr. Robert Malone
"We absolutely should not do these practices of coercion or enticement like ice cream for a jab, or this playing tricks like, 'Well, if you send your child to school, you've implicitly approved of them to be vaccinated.' That's just sneaky."
The Denigration and Displacement of Ivermectin - Dr. Robert Malone
"There's this growing awareness that there is T cell damage from the vaccine, so that it may be that if you're naturally immune and you take the vaccine, you actually have a less effective immune response than you did before you took the vaccine."
Dr. Malone: "The Largest Experiment on Human Beings Ever Performed in the History of the World"
" has been done in a way that has waived norms and standards that have been developed over decades. So this question of: Robert, why are you speaking out? I'm seeing my profession destroyed."
Watch Full Documentary: Dr. Robert Malone Documentary - Headwind - Scientists Whose Voices Have Been Censored
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No hay cirujano que pueda arrancarme de este corazón lo que por ti yo siento ni diccionario que tenga palabras para expresar todo este sufrimiento..
Esque la culpa es del tiempo de la distancia de mi estilo de vida nuestra ignorancia culpable es el mundo culpable son todos exepto tu y yo..
Soy artesano de la impresion mi mi mision estriba en poner pensamiento en cancion no tengo horarios no tengo reglas pero es por eso doble que es doble la entrega si no tengo tiempo pa compartir solo hay que fluir no nos dejemos dejar confundir por los medios las novenas sabes que yo estóy pa ti mi negra ...
Y hoy se mi negra que ni tu ni yo nos damos cuenta que ya la distancia nos ponia pruebas pero nadie está hecho para aguantar tanta dosis de presion y te llenas de frustración tanta desepcion pensamiento de traición que se que hoy no valen ni pesan como este tanto dolor..
Mamita esto no es un cuento
todo este sufrimiento... ♪♪
LETRA DE LA CANCION KIKO & SHARA - UNA DE DOS (UNA DE DOS)
Llenas mi soledad, de algo dulce tan especial algo místico y sensual es tu forma de mirar,
siento que eres real te tengo cerca y no sé que hablar tú me anulas sin pensar y no sé
como decir que daría media vida por tenerte aquí sentirte junto a mí.
No hay culpable ni culpa, ni respuesta ni pregunta, a ver que ha de venir..
Una de dos, o me voy contigo o muero de dolor no sé que me pasa ¿qué tendrá tu amor?
que roba cada instante de mi atención..
Una de dos, o me das tus ganas o te cedo mi adiós, que la vida es corta para andar así,
entrégate un momento y yo, me entregaré hasta el fin..
Almas en libertad, luz en mi día barco en mi mar, noto magia, despertar cada día junto a tí..
Siento que eres real, sigo tus pasos sin preguntar y me ciegas tu verdad y me sobra el decir
que daría media vida por tenerte aquí sentirte junto a mí no hay culpable ni culpa,
ni respuesta ni pregunta, a ver que ha de venir..
Una de dos, o me voy contigo o muero de dolor no sé que me pasa ¿qué tendrá tu amor?
que roba cada instante de mi atención..
Una de dos, o me das tus ganas o te cedo mi adiós, que la vida es corta para andar así,
entrégate un momento y yo..
..Una de dos..muero de dolor..¿qué tendrá tu amor?..¿qué tendrá tu amor?..
Una de dos, o me voy contigo o muero de dolor no sé que me pasa ¿qué tendrá tu amor?
que roba cada instante de mi atención..
Una de dos, o me das tus ganas o te cedo mi adiós, que la vida es corta para andar así,
entrégate un momento y yo, me entregaré hasta el fin..
..Uuuuh..
-Sos el culpable de este amor escandaloso, tanto como que aveces este tan feliz como para estirarme y alcanzar una porcion de la locura, como tan debil como un caracol. Sos el espejo de mis vanidades y mi droga favorita, teniendote a vos...¿Drogas para que?. Sos quièn me hace delirar y sentirme una yegua, quien me hace flotar sobre la hierba. No pertenecès a esta moral, sos del mas allà; sos hermoso!. Es imposible olvidar tu talismàn, irresistible remar contra tu atracciòn. Sos mi romance y suspenso y yo.. ¿y yo?, yo enamorada y tuya.
Babasonicos ♥
Yeni hermosos tus 15 amoR !