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Thirty years after the Church of England took the historic step of allowing women to become priests, equality campaigners say female clergy still face “institutionalised discrimination”.
Fewer than one in three paid clergy are female, according to 2020 data – the most recent published – although the same source showed more women (55%) than men had begun training for the priesthood.
Individual churches can refuse to accept women as priests or vicars, and the Church of England also permits churches to reject the authority of a female bishop.
How can we be the national church is still discriminating against women, who represent about two-thirds of their congregations and half the population?”
Any other employer would be dealing with a sex discrimination claim. The real power is where it has always been - with the rich - and the church is and always has been very rich.
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These are hands weighing 30 kg, the bracelets are all welded carbonised steel, they cannot be removed , and on his feet another 35 kg, also welded, the only buffer on his feet is a cloth bandadge so as not to peel the skin of his feet .
He has aged , his penance in memory of the fourth Shia Imam Zainul Abedin Sayyede Sajjad the surviving son of Hazrat Imam Hussain.Did he really survive Karbala - yes he did.
It was Sham - Damscus where the womanhood of Islam was betrayed, that prematurely killed the fourth Imam from within and without.
He aged his hair turned white overnight , he could do nothing weak , bedridden and await deliverance from the evil deeds of Yazid his captor.
And being the Imam of his time see his sister 3 year old Sakina cry and ultimately die languishing in a cell. Even Zainab the indomitable Sister of Hussain took her strength from her nephew and her Imam.. Sayyade Sajjad.
His penance and his devotion to Allah was what kept him alive.
Now please do not ask me why this Sunni born asectic whom I call Zanjirwale Bawa has taken this penance of walking life with chains, following a Shia Imam?
I was meeting him after Haji Malang pictures I have not posted as yet.
He has stopped wearing his chest armour that weighs another 45 kg, he says it tires him out, he is human and humble enough to tell me this.
We know each other for more than 5 years he was being humiliated at Chancawalli Shrine by one of the important hoodlum type person there , and its a story that saddens me the corosion in mans soul.
The man offered Rs 35 to Zanjirwale Bawa placing the money on his face and told me to take his picture I refused.
Rs 35 is an insult to both the ascetic and the memory of the Fourth Imam.
He had me thrown out of Chancawalli Dargah, this gangster man.
But while leaving the Dargah, I turned back and saw the Bawa limping behind me seeking forgiveness , I put my hand in my pocket and you wont believe it the exact amount of Rs 35 came out of my pocket .
I handed it over to the Bawa.
This is our bond and we meet at crossroads of life.
While I was going to Pune last Sunday I got a call from the Bawa that he was at Abdul Rehman Dargah at Dongri for 3 days.But I could not meet him.
On my return from Pune I completely forgot about him ,and was going to Khar with my wife , I got a call on my phone and he was trying some other persons number but he connected to me.
This time he was staying for a few hours at Shastri Nagar Santa Cruz , the following morning he was leaving for Haji Pir Dargah in Kutch.
He wished if I could see him.
I left my wife to do her work for which she had come and I set out to meet Zanjirwale Bawa towards Santa Cruz which was on my route.
He was on the 6 th floor the lift had broken down so I walked up the steps , and its here that I shot his hands.
Though today was supposed to be all about the new Giselle, I couldn't help but steal her outfit and try it on Eden. So enjoying this girl!
Doll: Public Adoration Eden
Outfit: from Optic Illusion Giselle
The castle was originally built by French aristocrats fleeing the revolution. During and after World War II, Miranda Castle was used as an orphanage. It was abandoned in 1980, with the family refusing to allow authorities to care for the structure.
Landing at RAF Mildenhall have just been refused entry into French air space whilst enroute to the Middle east.
1-yard Front Load Dumpster
Royal Refuse Service
Eugene, OR
June 2017
©Bryn Erdman. All Rights Reserved.
It snowed this morning and we are expecting more to come. I refuse to accept winter and so did my new camera. This is what I saw of the snow crystals on the grass this morning at Lake Potawatomi.
When Vice President Mike Pence refused to cooperate with the scheme to overturn the will of American voters Donald Trump told him "You're too honest."
www.npr.org/2023/08/05/1192309965/opinion-trump-said-penc...
This little lamb was one of three and it’s mother didn’t have enough milk and so, had been left to the side. We were there as he was getting fed, but refused to take it. Hang on in there wee guy!
Ah she smiled knowingly she didn't manage to cut out you heart then, she was more vicious armed with knife this time, I said show me the scar jack,,,,ooo nasty lay down upon my bed and let me apply some of this magic balm to your wound, and it will disappear leaving no trace, she smiled, don't worry she has left for the snowy lands and cries for you from the pine laden evergreen trees,,,,,,,She laughed Oh darling Jack, you must learn to leave towards my home early where we can watch over you she stoked my hair and the perfumed air filled my being, I closed my eyes and was asleep, I felt her body snuggle close to mine, warm and contented I drifted off to sleep.
Peterbilt / Amrep
Many thanks to the office of the San Diego City Clerk and to Andy Patriquin for these photos.
(265841) Moreno Valley, CA
9/1/17
(265842) Chino, CA
12/30/17
I'm excited to announce, brand new Waste Management Curotto Can's are back in SoCal. Waste Management has officially bought 2 brand new Curotto Can's on 2 great looking McNeilus front loaders with dual side mounted CNG tanks.
Over Christmas break, WMmaster626 heard the Chino yard temporarily borrowed a McNeilus Curotto Can from the Moreno Valley yard who recently purchased 2 McNeilus Curotto Can's. I went to Chino and found Rodrigo who is a ASL driver, driving Curotto Can 265842. Chino is known for fast lid flipping ASL's and Rodrigo was incredibly fast in a Curotto Can. He was faster than any of the ASL drivers I saw that day and he does not even drive a Curotto Can regularly which makes you wonder how fast he would be in a Curotto Can if it was his normal truck.
At the end you will see Brenda driving another McNeilus Curotto Can 265841. I found the Route Manager, Brenda, leaving the Moreno Valley yard in the afternoon to help another driver and test out the new Curotto Can. When I filmed 265841, it was its second day on route and it looked amazing. A few weeks after I filmed 265841, it was hit by a car that ran a red light traveling at a high speed and it damaged a CNG tank and as of the first week of January 2018 it is still down but should be working soon.
In 1999 John Curotto and Waste Management did an extensive 3 1/2 month demo of The Curotto Can out of this same Moreno Valley Yard. The demo was successful and for many years after that, WM only bought Curotto Cans for residential in Moreno Valley so it is only fitting that Moreno Valley tries out Curotto Can's again. Moreno Valley is the same yard that has the Superlight Curotto Can Heil Freedom.
This is also the third generation WM McNeilus Autocar Curotto Can in SoCal. In the late 1990's, WM bought diesel Volvo WXLL McNeilus Century Front Loaders and would attach a Heil Autocan, STS Autobucket or original Curotto Can to it. In the mid 2000's WM bought LNG Autocar WXLL McNeilus Curotto Cans. And now WM purchased 2 side mounted CNG Autocar ACX McNeilus Curotto Can's. I like how the new McNeilus has dual side mounted CNG tanks on each side of the truck. It makes the McNeilus look more like its SoCal predecessors and the green CNG tanks look great.
Hopefully with the recent ASL problems, Waste Management is satisfied with the brand new Curotto Can's and purchases fleets of Curotto Can's like in the early 2000's.
Big thank you to the awesome drivers, Rodrigo and Brenda.
I hope everyone enjoys the video and thank you for watching!
1988 on the old Delaware & Hudson was an was a exciting time, as Guilford declared the D&H bankrupt and NYSW was appointed directed operator until the arrival of CP Rail. The NYSW had the support of both NS and CSX, and with 20 new B40's, both railroads supplied additional motive power. During the summer of 1988, my Dad and I did several trips to the Binghamton area to see the variety show. On a steamy Saturday afternoon after returning from chasing a northbound, we spotted this set on the ready tracks at East Binghamton. The hostler told us this set was to go on a PYRP after 3pm. We figured this would be great with CSX GP30 4265 leading, until the crew climbed on board and flatly refused the engine due to the chemical cleaning smell they used to sanitize the toilet. They subbed another former GTI GP39-2, for a solid ex GTI set. My notes say we chased a BT-2 south with 2 green SD45's, as we lost interest in the GTI set. Thankfully, we got a few good ones before it was placed in the shop for additional cleaning. August 28, 1988
37351 has just coupled onto the empty refuse container train at Oxwellmains, ready for the run back to Powderhall refuse loading plant in central Edinburgh. The signal box is long gone and the refuse trains ceased running in 2016.
The two tracks on the right are the East Coast Main Line. Another historic image.
Afraid of all the things they do or the words that they say
Let's live the way we want to live and hope they go away
I really hope they go away
I really hope they find a nice place
I hope they find it somewhere
I hope they go away"
Everclear - White Men in Black Suits
One texture byLes Brumes
As I walked by with my camera in hand, this hydrangea seemed to shout, "Look at me! I may be old, but I refuse to fade away. Old can be beautiful, too. Just look at me!"
taken in union square park at the time of the WTC was hit september 11th 2002, the one year anniversary/
to support no more hate and refuse to hate,
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I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music
I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the
Please don't stop the music
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من ورششه نور الحيآة =)
Rashaida tribe woman in Massawa, Eritrea. For centuries this tribe allowed women not to cover their hair, but not the nose, a very erotic area... Now it seems that once the men come back from Mecca (opposite on the red sea), they ask them to cover their hair and also to refuse the pictures they loved so much 10 years ago when i met them.
Rashaidas are involved in human trafficking of Eritrean and Sudanese refugees who try to reach Europe...
It refuses to stick with any name I am trying to give it, so "Yigg" is yet another attempt.
It also refused to stay part of Anagnorisis, as planned. It just decided it wants to do its own thing... whatever that is. At least it still features blacks, reds and tentacles, though I have to say, these colours surprise me.
But, this is how it wanted to be, and so me, humble creator, obliged.
Loving these organicly-built things, though clarity of shape suffers a bit due to, well - lack of any plan.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
America has now drowned Lady Liberty
Honolulu, HI
6/22/15
Ex Amrep demo/KNG Group at Amrep www.flickr.com/photos/35079443@N04/3843959743/in/photolis...
While I was on a vacation in Hawaii, I decided to take a trip to Rolloffs Hawaii on my last night in the Aloha state. At the time Rolloffs was the second largest Solid Waste company in Oahu behind Honolulu Disposal. While at the yard I saw equipment from The KNG Group, including a ex Amrep demo ASL still in KNG colors. In 2010 Rolloffs acquired The KNG Group which at the time was the third largest Solid Waste company in Oahu. I knew KNG had the residential contact for the Military bases in Oahu so I asked Doug from Rolloffs about that and he informed me Rolloffs runs Curotto Cans there. Unfortunately I had to be at the airport the next morning or else I would have filmed a video of Rolloffs Curotto Cans on route.
Big Thank you to Doug for letting me take pictures of Rolloffs awesome fleet, I had a great time at the yard.
As of January 2017 West Oahu Aggregate “WOA” acquired Rolloffs Hawaii. www.bizjournals.com/pacific/news/2017/01/05/bankruptcy-sa...
~A. W. Tozer~
Would like to dedicate this big love to my amazing friend miss Alice! Thank you for your lovely testimonial sweetie! XOXO
Happy pretty pink Tuesday guys ... oh yes, this is geometric pink! :D I have triangles and squares and hearts and I can see circles too! :D But oh well, I'm still a bit sleepy!
Wish you guys a wonderful day! *smoochies*
Refuse normalcy. Beauty is everywhere, love is endless, and joy bleeds from our everyday existence. Embrace it.
― Dominic Owen Mallary
My last few shots in the last few minutes of a long day, as the sun was setting. Much can be learned in a few minutes...
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
Ford / Leach
Many thanks to the office of the San Diego City Clerk and to Andy Patriquin for these photos.
Be bold. Be risky. Innovate. Refuse to be trapped within your mundane concepts. Grab what’s potential and make it a possibility. Take those fluttering ideas and dwell in their greatness. Never underestimate the value of an idea. Seek, find, imagine and create. Do not be discouraged by rejections. It takes time and patience and hard work and endless internal debate for an innovation to be accepted. Work around your doubts. Take the challenge head on.
my mom has had an old Volkswagen for years and years that just refuses to die. we affectionately named her "Heidi" way back when. despite years of neglect and missed oil changes, Heidi starts every time you want her to, has ice cold A/C and hot heated seats and still does 100 on the highway as if it were the Autobahn. unfortunately, she looks like hell these days, with a bubbled clearcoat, a half-dozen unfixed dents and some gnarly peeling tint. of course, every time I come to town, I have to drive her, since she was long ago demoted to 'extra car' status – i.e. the old wreck you pawn off on visitors who need to get around. I love driving around Albuquerque taking photos, even though it's lost so much of its charm to demolition and entropy over the past decade, but my view through Heidi's peeling tint becomes more abstract every time... still grateful she gets me where I'm going around here – keep on keepin' on, Heidi!
Happiness, a word whose meaning I don't realize with a human being who knows and has only violence and tyranny, without mention Intellectual retardation.
My father has nothing for me except hatred, I mean nothing to him, even though I live with him under the same roof. His three daughters which belongs to his second wife have all his love, attention and good treatment. Providing them with all their needs with all grace as for his faithful wife that looks like an angel in his eye, he doesn't refuse her demands. Caressing her in the darkness of the night, and playing the role of the victim in the sunny day to blame her for her often intentional mistakes. She puts on the mask of innocence, but her heart is black and greedy. And she has nothing to do with respect except the title.
As a child, I was a queen in a respectable and conservative family. My father was satisfied with me, caressed me and provides me with all my needs. I do not feel the lack of motherhood in the presence of a tender and kind grandmother, I speak of a warm embrace and an ideal mother that she didn't leave me an instant until she passed away, unlike my biological mother, She left me and fled the maternal nest to live free and unencumbered without responsibility. I didn't know what unknown fate awaited me ...
When I reached the age of six, the first part of sufferance began with my father's marriage. I danced to the rhythms of the chaabi and I didn't realize what was happening because of my young age, then my father's mood changed, and he became strange.
My grandmother was "severe" who blamed him from time to time for his constant ignorance, and was not satisfied with the situation because she noticed his discrimination and not treating us in the same way as before.
A year later, my loving grandmother, died of a heart attack, I was in my second year of school. That day, I panicked a lot, cried and screamed... I couldn't believe that she died. I remember what happened after that, but all I remember is that my life ended there.
I have become a body without a soul, not only that, I was sure at the time that she was the source of my hope and the essence of my happiness. I failed in my studies and the hatred of my father and his inhumane treatment increased until I decided to end my suffering and catch up with her who felt my feelings, but even the suicide attempt was a failure.
The glass of my heart was broken, my eyes bled with tears, and I was still suffering from nightmares and loneliness in total darkness. I thought relationships would even compensate me a little for the deficiencies I suffered from, but unfortunately. I decided not to engage or build dreams on a fragile wall that could collapse, Until I got to know a young man, who had a distinguished personality, good ethics, and now I share with him the bitterness of life and complain to him about my constant obstruction despite the distance.
Today, at the age of nineteen, I am studying in vocational training, the Corporate Accounting Division. I have friends that we spent funny time, we'd like to graduate despite my devastated psyche. The cup is full. I am no longer able to receive insult and criticize.
Another day of my life passes like every other day, and sadness overwhelms me. I take pleasure in my weeping pencil and my book of complaints.
Happy Women's Day.
السعادة، كلمة لا أدرك معناها مع بشر لا يعرف و لا يملك سوى العنف و الإستبداد، فما بالك بالتخلف.
أبي لا يكن لي سوى الكراهية، فرغم أنني أعيش معه تحت سقف واحد، إلا أنني لا أعني له شيء بالبثة، لكن نباته الثلاث اللواتي هن من زوجة الثانية يكن لها المهبة و الإهتمام ا لمعاملة الجيدة، مع توفيره لهن كل الحتياجات بكل هداوة أما الزوجة النصونة في نضره كالملاك، لا يرفظ لها طلب. ىداعبها في سهون الليل تم يمثل دور الضحية في النهار المشمس ليعاتبها على أخطائها المقصودة غالبا. تضع قناع البراءة لكن الفؤاد أسود و جشع. و لا تملك من الإحترام إلا اللقب.
في الصغر كنت ملكة بين عائلة محترمة، محافظة. أبي راضي عني ، يداعبني و يوفر لي كل احتياجاتي. لا أحس بنقصان الأمومة ب وجود جدة حنونة و طيبة، أتكلم عن حضن دافئ و أم مثالية. لم تفارقني ولو للحظة حتى فارقة الحياة، عكس أمي البيولوجية. تركتني و غادرت هاربة من عش الأمومة لتعيش طليقة حرة بدون مسؤولية. كنت لا أدرك ماينتظرني من مصير مجهول...
عند بلوغي سن السادسة، بدأ الجزء الأول من المعنات بزواج أبي ، رقصت على أنغام الشعبي ولم أكن أدرك ما يحصل نظرا لصغر سني ثم تغير ميزاج أبي و أصبح دا طابع غريب.
كانت جدتي "حادة" تعاتبه من حين لأخر لتجاهله المستمر ولم تكن راضية عن الوضع لملاحظتها التمييز و عدم تعامله بنفس الطريقة كسابق عهدنا.
بعد مرور سنة، توفيت جدتي الحنينة إتر جلطة قلبية كنت في السنة الثانية بكلوريا. دلك اليوم ذعرت كثيرا و بكيت ، صرخت ... لم أصدق حقيقة أنها فارقت الحياة. أتكر ما حصل ب عد دلك لكن كل ما أدكر أن حياتي إنتهت عند دلك.
تم أكملت مسيرتي بجسد بلا روح، و تأكدت حينها أنها كانت نصدر أملي وجوهر سعادتي، تم رسبت في دراستي و زاد كره أبي ومعاملته العير الإنسانية حتى قررت وضع حد لمعاناتي و اللحاق بمن كانت تحس بمشاعري لكن وحتى محاولة الإنتحار عمت بالفشل.
إنكسر زجاج قلبي، نزفت عيني بالدموع وبقيت أعاني من الكوابيس و الوحدة في الظلام الدامس، كنت أظن أن العلاقات الغرامية ستعوضني ولو قليلا عن النقصان الذي أعاني منه لكن للأسف لم تجدي نفعا، قررت عدم الإرتباط أو بناء الأحلام على جدار هش قابل للإنهيار، لحين تعرفي على شاب، له شخصية مميزة ق أخلاق حميدة و الآن أتشارك معه مرارة الحياة و أشكي له عن عراقلي المستمرة بالرغم من بعد المسافة.
اليوم و أنا في التاسعة عشرة أدرس بالتكوين المهني شعبة محاسبة المقاولات. لي أصدقاء و صديقات نمضي وقتا شيقا ، نود الحصول على الدبلوم رغم نفسيتي المدمرة، و الكأس قد امتلأ فما عدت قادرة على الإهانة و الإنتقادات.
والأن ينقضي يوم أخر من حياتي، يمر كباقي الأيام و الحسرة تغمرني. أستأنس بقلمي و دفتر شكاياتي المنقط بالدموع.
عيد مرأة سعيد.
Imagine Dragons - Believer 🎵🎧❤️
I always had the power of seeing something different in people. I had the idea of creating this project in 2014 when I realize I’m shooting a lot of portraits for my friends, clients, people on the street… So I transformed this passion into an artistic project where my goal wasn’t take just average pictures of strangers, but make portraits of them that reveals something.
It’s an on-going project which I want to take 100 portraits stories.