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The facility was founded following a 1908 report of The Maryland State Lunacy Commission which stated:
"It is with a feeling of shame and humiliation that the conditions which exist in the State among the negro insane are chronicled and known to the public. Righteous indignation cannot help being aroused when one sees or reads of the most horrible cruelties being practiced upon these unfortunates.... The most urgent need at this time is a hospital for the negro insane of Maryland..."
As early as 1899 the Maryland Lunacy Commission in its Annual Report stated
"At present there are no negro insane at the second hospital (Springfield) and the comparatively small number at Spring Grove is a distinct embarrassment to the institution."
Again in its 1900 report it stated:
"The condition of the negro insane at Montevue Hospital at Frederick is shameful and should at once be remedied. The beasts of the field are better cared for than the poor negroes at Montevue"
The first group of 12 patients arrived on 13 March 1911.
The facility was founded following a 1908 report of The Maryland State Lunacy Commission which stated:
"It is with a feeling of shame and humiliation that the conditions which exist in the State among the negro insane are chronicled and known to the public. Righteous indignation cannot help being aroused when one sees or reads of the most horrible cruelties being practiced upon these unfortunates.... The most urgent need at this time is a hospital for the negro insane of Maryland..."
As early as 1899 the Maryland Lunacy Commission in its Annual Report stated
"At present there are no negro insane at the second hospital (Springfield) and the comparatively small number at Spring Grove is a distinct embarrassment to the institution."
Again in its 1900 report it stated:
"The condition of the negro insane at Montevue Hospital at Frederick is shameful and should at once be remedied. The beasts of the field are better cared for than the poor negroes at Montevue"
The first group of 12 patients arrived on 13 March 1911.
I had to do it. Bodie barely endured this humiliation. Can you blame him? I apologized and gave him a treat for humoring me.
Sorry I've been absent. I took time off for Spring Break and have had a hard time with re-entry. I have got to pick my camera up more often.
Happy Easter!
Humiliation, in an inexplicable way, leads us above all to creation and preserves the grace of God in our lives. So, we have in mind a wise warning that says: The devil does not eat, he does not drink and this typically larger ascetic is no less a devil. Humiliation is the only weapon that defeats the devil, the necessary condition of salvation, the secret divine power that is encapsulated. Where humility sprouts, there overflows the glory of God, there the bud of the plant of the soul blooms in the flower of amaranth.
St. Isaac the Syrian
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
She was a really good sport, usually she doesn't tolerate anything as humiliating as this but today she really wanted that kibble.
She is purified by fire. He will be purified by his sacrifice and his suffering.
It was time for an offering to celebrate the birth of her children... and to feed them. One bit (and one bite) at a time.
He is bound and held tight while she strokes his cock and then quickly severs his manhood.
The blood piques her childrens interest and excites them. It brings on a ravenous hunger for their first feeding. They will start with his little sweet meat and testicles. They keep their food alive as long as possible to feed on living flesh, their favourite treat.
She enjoys watching them eat…
“I mean, she wrapped me in a feather boa, and I’m a cat! It's undignified! That must have been one big bird. I wonder what he tasted like”
I live alone in the country and we’ve had nasty winter weather this week, so I wasn’t about to get out and go looking for portrait subjects. That left me and the cats. I wasn’t in the mood for a selfie, so I decided I’d have to dress up a cat. The only cat who would tolerate such a thing and hold still long enough was Linus. So I waited until he was settled comfortably on the couch, and went to worrk. Remarkably he sat still long enough for me to get some good shots in. I wish I’d thought to throw a white backdrop over the couch first. I have a really hard time with paying attention to detail before I take the shot.
52 Weeks of 2015 - Week 9 - Theme: Dressing Up - Category: Portrait
Kitty would not look at me,,,,seriously,,,,, she did not want to be dressed for a Christmas Party!!
wishing everyone a good day,,thanks so much for your visits,,,,
2016/03/05(sat)
MALAYSIAS MILITARY DEATH METAL
HUMILIATION JAPAN INVASION 2016 OSAKA
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Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
Our old friend Ready Eddie (Re'ddy) being harassed as he has been so many times over the years by Red-winged Blackbirds. I first photographed this phenomenon in this area back in March 2016!
Here the RWB has pulled back from his attack after successfully sending the Redtail packing....
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Foto presa amb una Zeiss-Ikon Contax II fabricada el 1936; objectiu Carl Zeiss Sonnar f2/50mm; pel·licula Kodak Double-X (o Eastman 5222), revelada amb Bellini D96 sense diluir. És, per tant, la mateixa emulsió de cinema feta servir per a filmar La llista de Schindler en aquest punt exacte, el 1993.
Recordeu la carretera del camp de concentració de Plaszow que Amon Göth feu pavimentar amb les làpides del cementiri jueu, com es pot veure a La llista de Schindler? Doncs encara son a lloc. Però no us alarmeu, es tracta de les làpides falses creades per a filmar la pel·licula (tot i que estan en pitjor estat que fa uns anys, per les fotos que he vist). Per cert, al autentic camp de Plaszow, just a un km. d'aquí, encara hi ha el cementiri jueu SENSE làpides, que realment foren emprades per a les carreteres del camp. I per cert, aquesta pràctica humiliant fou utilitzada pels nazis per tot Polonia:
notesfrompoland.com/2020/08/08/over-150-jewish-tombstones...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-0K6_mdolA&t=324s
A la pedrera de Livada, situada al nord del autentic camp de concentració de Plaszow, Steven Spielberg hi feu construir una copia parcial del camp com a escenaris per bona part de La llista de Schindler. Per respecte, no filmaren als terrenys del propi Plaszow, tot i que són un descampat sense quasi cap resta del camp. Amb tot, la pedrera es troba a només uns 500 metres al nord i també formà part del entorn de treballs forçats del camp.
Avui en dia, el lloc està completament abandonat, tot i que queden restes reconeixibles dels escenaris de la pel·licula. Però el que ha canviat increiblement és l'entorn natural, ara convertit en una barreja de bosc i aiguamoll, 30 anys després. La solitud (arribar-hi no es facil) i la significació li donen un encant especial, al lloc.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_llista_de_Schindler
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Photo taken with a Zeiss-Ikon Contax II manufactured in 1936; Carl Zeiss Sonnar f2/50mm lens; Kodak Double-X (or Eastman 5222) film, developed with undiluted Bellini D96. It's the same film stock used to film Schindler's List at this exact point in 1993.
Remember the Plaszow concentration camp road that Amon Göth had paved with the gravestones of the Jewish cemetery, as seen in Schindler's List? Well, they are still in place. But don't be alarmed, these are the fake tombstones created for the filming of the movie (although they are in worse shape than they were a few years ago, from the photos I've seen). By the way, in the authentic countryside of Plaszow, just one km away. hence, there is still the Jewish cemetery WITHOUT headstones, which were actually used for country roads. And by the way, this humiliating practice was used by the Nazis all over Poland:
notesfrompoland.com/2020/08/08/over-150-jewish-tombstones...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-0K6_mdolA&t=324s
In the Livada quarry, located north of the authentic Plaszow concentration camp, Steven Spielberg built a partial copy of the camp as the setting for much of Schindler's List. Out of respect, they did not film on the grounds of Plaszow itself, even though they are a wasteland with almost no remnants of the countryside. However, the quarry is only about 500 meters to the north and is also part of the camp's forced labor environment.
Today, the site is completely abandoned, although recognizable remnants of the film's sets remain. But what has changed incredibly is the natural environment, now turned into a mixture of forest and swamp, 30 years later. The solitude (it's not easy to get there) and the significance give the place a special charm.
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
The facility was founded following a 1908 report of The Maryland State Lunacy Commission which stated:
"It is with a feeling of shame and humiliation that the conditions which exist in the State among the negro insane are chronicled and known to the public. Righteous indignation cannot help being aroused when one sees or reads of the most horrible cruelties being practiced upon these unfortunates.... The most urgent need at this time is a hospital for the negro insane of Maryland..."
As early as 1899 the Maryland Lunacy Commission in its Annual Report stated
"At present there are no negro insane at the second hospital (Springfield) and the comparatively small number at Spring Grove is a distinct embarrassment to the institution."
Again in its 1900 report it stated:
"The condition of the negro insane at Montevue Hospital at Frederick is shameful and should at once be remedied. The beasts of the field are better cared for than the poor negroes at Montevue"
The first group of 12 patients arrived on 13 March 1911.
Brawny, powerful, wickedly quick, Carroll Shelby’s legendary 427 Cobra tops most enthusiasts’ wish lists as the one sports car they’d choose if they could only have one. Instantly recognizable, rare and highly desirable, the massive 427 was created to humiliate anything in its path. These are not cars for the faint of heart. And they began with a vengeance.
One year after Chevy’s big-block Gran Sport coupes humiliated Carroll Shelby’s Cobras at Nassau, Ken Miles’ experimental 427 Cobra, CSX2196, turned the tables. Although it DNF’ed, the new direction was clear. Shelby had reworked the Cobra to accept Ford’s NASCAR-inspired, big-block 427-cid “semi-hemi” V-8. With 425-bhp and 475 lbs-ft of ground-pounding torque in street tune, and 480-bhp+ in race setup, 0-to-60 times fell to 4.2 seconds.
Shelby factory driver, Ken Miles, tested a new 427 Cobra, S/C (for Semi-Competition), and Sports Car Graphic’s Jerry Titus confirmed it would sprint from zero to 100-mph and back to zero in just 13.2 seconds -- a truly uncanny feat for a street car. Miles’ stunt became a benchmark for seriously fast sports cars from that time onward. The 427’s heavier V-8 required a stronger, five-inch wider chassis with upgraded suspension, coil springs, and bigger brakes. The body shell was redesigned, most noticeably, with widened and flared fenders to accommodate the larger engine and fatter tires.
In theory, this nose-heavy beast shouldn’t have performed well. In reality, it ran away and hid from everything in the Sports Car Club of America A Production class. The 427 was only about 250 lbs heavier than a 289, but with 138-cid more and an extra 100-to-150-bhp, there was nothing like it. Under FIA competition rules, Shelby American had to sell at least 100 examples to qualify it as a production car. But when only 51 427’s had been sold, official homologation was denied. Undaunted, Shelby began production of 427’s for street use. Typically, a 427 side-oiler was equipped with a single 4-bbl carburetor, but special manifolds, aluminum heads, and a long list of racing options were available.
A 289 version was also produced with the new wide chassis. Production 427 S/C’s, just short of a competition Cobra, but with many racing features, were offered. By 1967, demand slackened, Ford was losing money on the cars and production ceased. Genuine 427’s, especially competition models and S/C’s, remain extremely valuable. Only 312 427’s were built before production ceased in 1967.
This car, CSX3102 is the real thing. The second street 427, with many competition features, it’s documented in detail on pages 523/524 of the World Registry of Cobras and GT40s 4th ed. Its first purchaser was a Minnesota buyer whose name remains unknown. Sadly, on a rainy afternoon, he rolled the Cobra, and damaged some of its body panels. Dennis Henningsen, CSX3102’s second owner, had the chassis magnafluxed and found no damage. He contacted Shelby American to purchase replacement alloy body panels. Instead, Carroll Shelby sold him the complete body from CSX3005, (the fourth 427 built), which had been bought just as a chassis, by a Japanese man named George Fujimoto. Dennis Henningsen sold CSX3102 in 1966, before its rebuild was finished. The buyer was Richard J. Schopf, from Louisiana. Schopf completed its reassembly in late 1968, and occasionally raced the 427 at drag strips in the New Orleans area.
In 1970, Ed Gunther of San Jose, CA, bought CSX3102 from Schopf. When he wrote to Shelby American about the car’s history, he learned that CSX3005, the original chassis for this car’s body, was to have been raced at Le Mans as a Cobra Team effort, by Bob Johnson of Columbus, Ohio. Johnson’s mechanic, Tom Greatorex, who later worked at Shelby American, made a number of modifications to the car, at Johnson’s request, to improve high-speed aerodynamics. This work was done at Bob Schro’s body shop in Los Angeles, and included wider front and rear fender flares to accommodate bigger tires, special ducts atop the rear fenders for better brake cooling, and quick-release trunk klik pins. The standard 427 oil cooler scoop was removed and twin oil coolers were fitted, resulting in a smaller nose opening that resembles a 289 Cobra’s, Johnson was apparently a large, burly man, so the top of the driver’s side door was reshaped for more elbow room.
But Shelby American had begun to focus on the Ford GT40’s development. It had a much higher top speed than an open 427 roadster. The Le Mans project was discontinued. Bob Johnson never raced CSX3005, and he could not afford to buy it. So when Mr. Fujimoto inquired about the availability of a Cobra chassis, with the intent of installing his own special body, Shelby American sold him chassis CSX3005, along with a 289-cid engine, and retained its specially-modified roadster body, until it was purchased by Henningsen.
In 1971, two Roanoke, VA, brothers, Bill and Bud Jones, bought CSX3102 because “we wanted a car where we could pull up to a light, anywhere, and not lose a drag race.” They’d just started a formal wear rental business, and they both had kids in diapers. But Bud’s subscription to Cars and Parts was expiring, and the renewal incentive was a free ad in the magazine. Without even thinking where the money would come from, they impulsively decided to place an ad stating that they were looking for a 427 Cobra.
Their ad was answered by Ed Gunther, of San Jose, CA, who offered to sell CSX3102. He wanted a classic Cadillac V-16, and couldn’t afford both cars. He told them he had a letter from Carroll Shelby stating this was the only factory-modified 427 racer. After looking at photos Gunther sent, the Jones Brothers persuaded their bank manager to advance them a loan for the entire purchase price. With interest and shipping, the total cost of the car was $9,527.22 -- a considerable sum nearly 40 years ago. Of course, their wives (and their parents) thought they’d lost their minds.
Bill and Bud have owned and carefully maintained the 427 ever since. Generously, they’ve taken many people for rides in CSX3102. Bill Jones has said many times: “You must share it. Very few people in life ever get a chance to make a lasting impression on someone. Giving (them) a ride in a real Cobra is something no one ever forgets. Ask anyone who has had a ride in one: They can tell you where and when they took that ride.”
Author Ken Gross can attest to that.
Thanks to the Jones Brothers, he had a chance to drive CSX3102 on Tom Cotter’s Annual Cobra Tour in Virginia and North Carolina. On the Blue Ridge Parkway, rumbling out of the Peaks of Otter Lodge, not far from Bedford, VA, the heavy rain let up just in time for Ken to switch to Bill and Bud’s 427. “With its monstrous side exhausts, flared fenders, ‘paper clip’ roll bar and huge, gumball rubber, the massive red beast has an intimidating initial presence, but it’s eminently drivable. Respecting the car’s value, and getting to know the brakes and steering, I’ll admit I drove gently for the first few minutes.”
“Go ahead,” Bill said. “Punch it. You know you want to.”
“After a few miles of second and third gear gearshift play, just to hear the big-block’s rogue elephantine bellow, we slowed for a stop sign, the road was clear and I just flat hammered it,” Ken says. “There was a little sashay sideways, the big-block Cobra squatted, accelerated really hard, and I threw one of the best shifts of my life from second to third. Backing off at 100-mph plus, grinning like a fool, I slowed just as a Virginia State trooper passed in the opposite lane.”
“The brawny 427 not only feels fast,” Gross continues, “it is fast. Remember, this a twin of the model in which Ken Miles did that famous 13.2-second, 0-to-100-to-0 stunt. The ‘bro’s’ healthy big-block could probably still manage that feat.” This particular car was memorialized in a long since sold-out poster for “Mr. Formal Wear,” the Jones Brothers’ shop, showing a leggy, petulant-looking blonde, nestling up to the big 427, wearing just a white tuxedo shirt and high heels, while two astonished guys in the background just stare. CSX3102 was photographed for six other classic Cobra posters over the years.
Currently, the Cobra has just over 17,300 miles on its odometer, and less than 500 miles on a new set of Goodyear Eagles on original Halibrand racing wheels. The engine is a genuine 427 side-oiler with twin Holley 4-bbl carburetors and low-riser heads. There’s a 3.70:1 limited slip rear end (a rare ratio), a competition 36-gallon fuel tank and the car will be sold with its original top, tonneau cover and side curtains. Body number 3005, on chassis 3102 is the only known Cobra body modified for a Cobra Team effort at Le Mans. Recent repairs to a minor bump in the nose, became a high-quality refinishing when it was felt the original aged, faded finish couldn’t be matched.
At Shelby American Automobile Club (SAAC) events, it’s won many awards including 1st place in the Popular Vote Comp Cobra Class (SAAC-2); a 3rd at SAAC-8, and 2nd place at SAAC-10, 3rd place at SAAC-11, and 2nd’s at SAAC-14 and SAAC-18. It’s been featured in numerous books and articles, most recently in AW, (formerly AutoWeek) in October 19, 2009, in an article called “Snakes Uncaged.”
Opportunities to purchase authentic Shelby 427 Cobras are rare. This fully-documented, one-of-a-kind example, a street car with many competition features, has a unique appearance, great history, and continuously careful ownership for 39 years.
After a series of humiliating questions, and even worse answers I got to pick one of charming prince Charmings to be my date. I picked contestant number 3 because out of all the contestants I felt I had the most chemistry with number 3. Turns contestant number 3 is Noccio! Alice whacked contestant number 3 on the head with a wine bottle and Cupid was forced to ask Noccio to fill in the empty spot. I’ve never thought about it, but I have to admit, he is kind of cute… After saying no to Cupids arrows, we went to the White Witch’s dressing room. She said we could call her Abatha. We explained her what we had been doing so far and that we really could use her help. The second last crystal was in possession of her sister, my nemesis, Maleficent. We asked her for a few pointers on how to steal her crystal. Abatha laughed and said we’d just have to ask her kindly. We all looked at her in utter disbelief. So she said she would accompany us to her sisters house and help us retrieve the second last crystal. With the touch of her magic wand she zapped us to her sisters house. And for the first time I stood face to face with the woman who cursed me to death. All I felt was rage. Abatha told Maleficent what we were up to and then said to her that we had a question we’d like to ask her. I couldn’t bring myself to asking the woman something in a kind matter. Luckily Alice, now back to her original size, didn’t have any trouble asking Maleficent for her magic staff. After hearing Alice’s question a smirk crossed her face and Maleficent handed her staff to Alice saying that of course we were allowed to use her staff to break the curse. As long as we returned it to her in one piece. Alice took the staff and Abatha zapped us back to the studio where our loyal cow awaited us. Our next stop: Home!
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
Well, we were playing and things got silly and the next thing we knew Jasper was radioing back to the home planet asking to be reassigned to less humiliating humans. Too bad fella, you're stuck with us ;)