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The Automobile Association was founded in 1905 to help motorists avoid police speed traps in response to the Motor Car Act 1903 which introduced new penalties for breaking the speed limit, for reckless driving with fines, endorsements and the possibility of jail for speeding and other driving offences.
The act also required drivers to hold a driving licence (which was obtained on payment of 5 shillings and did not require a driving test) and to display a registration plate on their vehicle.
AA patrols on bicycles warned motorists of police speed traps ahead. In 1910 in a legal test case ('Betts -v- Stevens') involving an AA patrolman and a potentially speeding motorist, the Chief Justice, Lord Alverston, ruled that where a patrolman signals to a speeding driver to slow down and thereby avoid a speed-trap, then that person would have committed the offence of 'obstructing an officer in the course of his duty' under the Prevention of Crimes Amendment Act 1885.
Subsequently the organisation developed a coded warning system, which was used until the 1960s, whereby a patrolman would always salute the driver of a passing car which showed a visible AA Badge unless there was a speed trap nearby, on the understanding that their officers could not be prosecuted for failing to salute.
This all sounds highly dubious behaviour of the AA by modern standards - the owners of the first cars on the roads would be very rich people afford such a luxury item. "How dare the government put such restrictions on them, we'll maim and kill who we jolly well like!".
Would someone be able to build the internal structure to my Enterprise and give me feedback on its strength/utter weakness? I have absolutely no bricks for this so I cannot do it myself.
Hello every,
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I have fixed this a dozen times but for some reason skin on hands and face keep changing color anyone what is a really good body , head and hands texture for unp body ? Will try any !!
In the late afternoon of March 13, 2024, the eastbound climbed the grade at Km 305.7 in Mandaguari. The three EMDs with a friendly engineer are on helper duty for the 9,000-ton train.
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No final da tarde de 13 de Março de 2024, o trem sentido leste sobe a rampa no Km 305.7 em Mandaguari. As três EMDs com um maquinista amigavel, fazem o serviço de helper para o trem com cerca de 9.000 toneladas.
TEXTO DO ERNANIB:
Há o tempo de plantar e o tempo de colher. Todos nós temos presa para viver, nunca de morrer. Temos tempo para a internet, para um amigo, para brincar, para trabalhar, mas nunca temos tempo para parar e ajudar. Temos tempo para ver TV, ler jornais, um bom livro, mas nunca tempo para ler um pedido de ajuda.
Mas há quem não tem mais tempo. Quem não teve tempo de plantar. Quem mal tem tempo para brincar. Quem mal vai ter tempo de dizer: “Eu te amo mamãe, papai!!!”. Porque em algum lugar alguém não teve tempo para parar e ler essa mensagem, para procurar saber do que se tratava, sobre quem se estava falando, de procurar saber como poderia ajudar; já que quem deveria ajudar não acha tempo para isso, porque não acha importante, porque é um investimento que não tem retorno no curto espaço de tempo ou porque acha que seu tempo é valioso demais para gastar com quem não tem tanto tempo de vida assim.
Pare um momento. Procure se informar, ler, ajudar. Quem já conta os segundos para a despedida final vai agradecer de coração por esses poucos instantes de tempo, que você dedicou a elas.
Não deixe que o relógio das vidas delas pare só porque você não queria perder tempo. Ajude!!! Divulge!!! Dê corda nesses pequenos relógios de vida.
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It has the planting season and the time of spoon. All we have hurry to live, never to die. We have time for the Internet, for a friend, to play, to work, but never we have time to stop and to help. We have time to see TV, to read periodicals, a good book, but never time to read an aid order. But there is who does not have more time. Who did not have planting season. Who badly has time to play. Who badly goes to have time to say: “I love you mom, dad”. Because in some place somebody did not have time to stop and to read this message, to look for to know of what it was treated, about whom if it was speaking, to look for to know as it could help; since who would have to help does not find time for this, because it does not find important, because it is an investment that does not have return in the short space of time or because it finds that its time is valuable excessively to spend with who does not have as much time of life thus.
Stop a moment. It looks for to inquire themselves, to read, to help. Who already counts the seconds for the final farewell goes to thank of heart for these few instants of time, that you dedicated they. It does not leave that the clock of the lives of them only stops because you did not want to lose time. Help! Divulge! It gives rope in these small clocks of life
HELP AIDS CHILDREN in Bahia,Brasil, HIV POSITIVE, need support or died
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Hello every,
Please help us to #provide food and milk for poor people and their children to relieve them from #hunger and to stop #starving #deaths of the poor people and their #children, and to fight against the #coronavirus.
Please any #help, your #contribution will help food and milk for the poor people and their children. No fees on this fundraiser of Indian GoFundMe (Ketto) see for more: bit.ly/394TU99 ❤️
#StandWithChildren #Help #ShareForSupport #GivingHope #SampathiFoundationCharity #HelpingHands #Children #Fundraising #Coronavirus #Hunger #DonateFoodForPoor #FightAgainstCorona #StopStarvingDeaths #SupportUs
Thought I’d pop up this one to compliment Ozzrods pic ;) Luckily I had the treats to get Jupey looking at the camera
Hello everyone,
Please help us to #provide food and milk for poor people and their children to relieve them from #hunger and to stop #starving #deaths of the poor people and their #children, and to fight against the #coronavirus.
Please any #help, your #contribution will help food and milk for the poor people and their children. No fees on this fundraiser of Indian GoFundMe (Ketto). See for more: bit.ly/394TU99
#StandWithChildren #Help #ShareForSupport #GivingHope #SampathiFoundationCharity #HelpingHands #Children #Fundraising #Coronavirus #Hunger #DonateFoodForPoor #FightAgainstCorona #StopStarvingDeaths #SupportUs
Does anybody know why my computer has gone wonky donky and tipped over to the left ?
Ive tried to reset the comp and restore but it just comes back on like this
MY comp is a samsung
Any advice would be gatfully accepted As my flamin neck is killing me viewing +reading at this angle - hee-hee
Sooo..... I have made a Lego version of him, but then I saw this pic, and thought, should I make the snowy/damage effect? I need your guys' help. Thanks!!!! :D
Rowan helped his Grandpa put up shelving in his office space. He got to use a level and a power drill. He loved helping Grandpa!
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I wrote this today. This is not a rant. This post is very long. If you have the patience I think you will like it. If you don't... I understand. I do this shit for me anyway. There will be swearing. Not to much, but a little.
10/17/2023 Pattio’s Birthday
The ballad of Light and Darkness... Written By open your eyes.
A man, an anonymous man, found himself deep, deep, deep in a hole. He had no idea how he had gotten there. He woke up and he was in a hole. There was no obvious way out. He tried climbing the sides… no luck. He could not jump high enough. There was nothing in the hole that would help him get out.
The anonymous man, consumed by his powerlessness, started yelling, hoping someone would hear and help him out of the deep, deep, deep hole of darkness he had found himself in. He yelled and he yelled. When he thought he had no voice he yelled some more.
When he he could yell no more, he blinked, a head could be seen in the light, at the top of the hole. Until that moment he did not know there was light. But there it was. He wanted that light, more than anything. But That light was out of his grasp.
The man, with the head, said he was a doctor and could help him find the light. He doctored and he doctored. No amount of doctorin got the man out of the hole. The doctor got tired and went home to his doctor family.
More yelling… more hopelessness and then another head pops out. This head told the anonymous man that he was a therapist. Therapists knew a lot and could help people out of holes, into the light. He therapized and he therapized until he had no more therapy in him. The anonymous man was still stuck in the darkness. The therapist got tired and went home to his therapist family.
More yelling… more hopelessness and then another head. Could this be the answer? Maybe this talking head had the answer. This feller was a preacherman. We all know that the preacherman help people out of the darkness and into the light every blessed day. He told the anonymous man all he had to do was listen. He would fix his problem and the only thing that would be left, when he was done, was sweet, sweet light. The preacherman prayed, danced, yelled. The preacherman mixed in a little fire and brimstone and petitioned to God to save this anonymous man. NOTHIN! The only thing that happened was that the preacherman told the anonymous man it must be his damn fault, his moral character, was why he was stuck in the hole. Frustrated and tired the preacherman went home to his preacherman family.
The anonymous man found that his hopelessness was unbearable. He did what he always did. There was no hope, only darkness. Some of us that have been in that hole know exactly what the anonymous man always did to get what he always got. Some may say it was insanity. But it was all the anonymous man could remember.
Heads would pop out of the darkness and try to save the anonymous man to no avail. Everyone failed. They all knew what the anonymous man should do except the anonymous man. They were all talking in a language that the anonymous man just could not understand no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to understand, he wanted to live in light but could not take that first step.The anonymous man finally stopped looking up and decided he would live in his darkness because it was comfortable and was all he deserved.
So much time passed that the anonymous man had no idea how long he lived in darkness, in that hole. Time passes fast and slow when you are in the dark. Time makes no sense when time is consumed by darkness. Time needs light to be effective. Hope had been given up a long time ago. The abyss was now familiar and the only home the anonymous man knew. The anonymous man lost all knowledge of light.
Sitting in the darkness, no hope, all alone, the anonymous man thought he might of heard a noise. HMM... It was not that familiar noise of someone offering their own solution to get him out of the hole. None of those solutions worked. Them thar people had good intentions but had no idea how to help the anonymous man out of his hole. They thought they knew better and judged the anonymous man for getting in the hole in the first place. They knew better than to jump in a hole of darkness. The anonymous man was doomed.
WTF… WAS THAT NOISE? This was a new noise. The anonymous man decided that he may want to look up. He tilted his head, it had been years since he looked up. He saw eyes peaking out of light.… He forgot there was light up at the top of his hole. Was this the eyes of a man or a women? What did these eyes want? They seemed kind. It really did not matter anymore. Talking heads were talking heads. The hole was his home.
The person in the light yelled down at the anonymous man in the hole… “For Fucks sake… What are you doing down in that hole”? The anonymous man was positive he had never heard that question before and before the anonymous man could think he heard himself yelling… “I don’t know, I woke up here in darkness and I can’t get out!!!! This is my home. I have tried everything. No one seems to be able to help.”
Then the anonymous man heard a commotion, lots of noise, then blackness for a moment, then the anonymous man was drowning in beautiful light. Light like he had never seen before. The hole had lit up. The anonymous man could see his surroundings. The anonymous man realized next to him there was a shuffling. There in the shadows a person stood up and dusted themselves off. The anonymous man could see a face, a kind face, a face full of empathy. The anonymous man was dazed and confused, having no idea what was happening. All this time no one had come in the hole to join him in the darkness. This was madness.
The anonymous man yelled at this new empathetic person… “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NOW WE ARE BOTH STUCK IN THIS damn hole!!!!”
The empathetic person looked at him and said “Don’t worry I have been in this hole… I know this darkness. This was my darkness a long time ago. I have been looking for another living in this darkness. I know the way, the way out. I can help you help yourself out of this darkness and into your own personal light. It is your choice. “
Tears streaked the anonymous man’s face… What is happening he thought? Saying to the empathetic person… ”Really? I gave up hope so long ago. I thought I would be here in darkness all my days. Light was something I only remember in old stories. You seem to have brought the light with you?
“Naah… That is my light light. Now it is our light. Together we will find your light. Use my light till you have found your own personal light. My light is hope. Your light is life" the empathetic person responded.
"It is not as hard as it looks. It ain’t easy but it is simple. Do what I do, Put one foot in front of the other and take one step at a time.” Together, The anonymous man and the empathetic person climbed out of darkness.
As a light team these two traveled. They found countless others in the same holes of their own making, the same darkness. They thought at first, they were alone. But four eyes can see much better than two. Together, these two light beings, helped others find their personal light. More and more walked in light and these light beings spent the rest of their days helping others find their own light out of the darkness until everybody consumed by the darkness knew there was a way out, into the light, if they so choose.
To find light you have to choose. Everyone has advice to help you out of your darkness. You will find lots and lots of advice to find a way out from people that are stuck in their own darkness. These well-intentioned individuals believe they know what is best for you. They don’t… They may know what is best for them but not you. They may find their answers through their experiences and then believing they know what is best for you.. Their answers are most likely not your answer out of darkness unless they have had the same experiences you have that gotcha in the darkness in the first place. What works for one is not a blanket answer for all. We are all individuals.
Find someone with experience, experience with your particular form of darkness that now live in the light. They live in the light due to experience and their actions, not the actions or experience of others that have not been there. They know the way out because they have been in the same hole you are in. Advice is cheap with no power that can find true light. Experience, real knowledge is everything.
Thank you, peoples that have helped me, out of my darkness. I love this time of year. At Halloween we remember the darkness. We don’t live there anymore, we live in light. We have a new address. We laugh at the darkness. We stand hand in hand, and We look at the darkness without fear. We spit at the darkness… We say to the darkness never again…. NEVER AGAIN!!!! The monsters only have power when we give it to them. Face the fear and most of the time you are looking at yourself.
In the words of my friend Gandalf… “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!.
Simon Billenness, The Buddhist Channel, Sept 26, 2007
As you no doubt have seen, Burma is making world headlines because of
the courageous protests of hundreds of thousands of monks and civilians
in at least 26 cities in Burma over the past few weeks. These are the
biggest protests against the abuses of the authoritarian regime in two
decades.
For those of us who care deeply about Burma, these are exhilarating times, but terrifying too. The military junta has threatened to take action if protests continue, and reports from inside Burma already indicate that the military is getting ready to flex its muscle and
begin attacks on protesters.
From the sidelines, the best that we can do is to keep the momentum of this movement alive. There is a real chance for change in Burma, but we need to keep the pressure on.
I know Burma might not be your issue, but today, please make it yours. There are several easy things you can do. If possible, do them right away.
Please extend your support by joining here and upload Red pics to create awareness
This pic was taken at Chinese garden and i had no intetion of uploading this till i stumbled upon this community trhough my flicker friend Lotte Hjorth's photo titled: barred