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The self-protection that seems necessary is suffocating, impairing and isolating…working to gently hold this truth, to heal and recover.
In the intricate tapestry of human emotion, our guarded hearts stand tall and resolute, like a high tide wall that shields the fragile shores of our inner world. Like the profound verses sung by Simon and Garfunkel, our souls often echo "I am a rock, I am an island," as we fashion our emotional ramparts to fend off the tempestuous sea of vulnerability. These walls, much like the granite bastions along the shore, bear the weight of countless tides and storms, safeguarding our solitude. Yet, beneath their austere façade, they bear the scars of isolation, for, in protecting ourselves from hurt, we often unwittingly imprison our capacity for connection and the richness of human connection. Just as the sea ceaselessly tugs at the foundations of the high tide wall, so too do our hearts yearn for the chance to lower their defenses and allow the flood of emotions to touch us in the core of who we are.
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Simon & Garfunkel - I Am A Rock
For selfprotection, the Terma Modular Aircraft Survivability Equipment (MASE) Pod is carried on dedicated NH90 Pod carrier.
I know it's heartbreaking..I threw them lots of crumbs and biscuits but could not gain their trust.Hope they have found some afterwards.
Sorry the photo is not very clear as it was taken through the window. Still,anyone who can identify them ?
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What do you want to compress,
you must let the really expand.
What do you want to weaken,
you must make the first really strong.
What do you want to destroy,
that you have really to blossom out
Who do you want to take,
you must give the right first
That is clear about the unseen.
The soft conquers the hard.
The weak conquers the strong.
Was du zusammendrücken willst,
das mußt du erst richtig sich ausdehnen lassen.
Was du schwächen willst,
das mußt du erst richtig stark werden lassen.
Was du vernichten willst,
das mußt du erst richtig aufblühen lassen.
Wem du nehmen willst,
dem mußt du erst richtig geben.
Das heißt Klarheit über das Unsichtbare.
Das Weiche siegt über das Harte.
Das Schwache siegt über das Starke.
Tao Te King - Laotse
"There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds."
(Laurell K. Hamilton)
Thanks in part to their Second Amendment rights, some Americans survive the zombie apocalypse. Changed, but survivors.
The four of them arrive at the bunker. Before going in, Tim grabs Ken's arm. He nodds at Lori and Micah and the two of them already enter the bunker while Robin and Ken wait outside.
Tim: "How are you sure they're legit? This could be a trap. Didn't she just mentioned she was a part of the League of Assassins?"
Ken: "Robin, chill. Don't worry. I know Lori better than anyone else. It's been so long, I need to come clear with her."
Tim: "Hm. Fine, but if anything goes south, we'll take them out. We did it before, we can do it again."
The two of them enter the bunker and they see it's rather empty.
Ken: "This is a solid bunker. Not a lot, but solid.
Micah: "Thanks. My dad build it in case of need. He did a pretty good job, so I decided to make it my own."
Tim: "Where's your dad now?"
Micah: "Arkham, after he couldn't deal with the death of my brother."
Ken walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
Ken: "I'm sorry to hear that man." And Micah softly smiles.
Ken: "So what's your story, Micah? We've spoken to each other once or twice when we were at school, but we never really got to know each other."
Micah: "Well, there isn't much to tell. I started fighting crime on my own after Batboy, so you, disappeared and I realised this city needed more heroes. Especially after I discovered my brother was part of a gang, and got ultimately killed in the crossfire. My father couldn't cope with it and he was send to Arkham for the friendlier treatment, for people with depression issues. I decided to remodel the bunker and it's sorta my Batcave."
Ken: "How did the two of you started working together?"
Micah: "She actually saved me from a couple of thugs."
Ken: "Really?" Ken turns to Lori with a worried look on his face. "And how did you get the skills to save him?"
Lori: "Well after my father... you know, I went to live on the streets. I couldn't deal with anything anymore. I actually had to kill someone in selfprotection, and after that I knew where to go to find you. I traveled to Nanda Parbat. I got my training, and left to search for you. I returned to Gotham and that's how Micah and I got acquanted."
Tim: "So the League just let you go? Just like that?"
Lori: "You don't know where I had to go through, to make sure I wasn't a part anymore."
Tim: "Enlighten me."
Ken: "Robin!"
Lori: "No. It's fine. We were chased by Lady Shiva herself. She was the one who gave me my freedom back."
Ken: "Shiva did?"
Lori: "Surprisingly. Now enough about me. Tell me everything what happened."
Ken: "From when do you want to know?"
Lori: "That day. The day you were 'killed' by Killer Moth."
Ken: "Well, I made the decision beforehand. Just had to wait for the right opportunity. After that I became Batboy full-time for a year, then I got killed for real. Well 'killed', I was paralysed, but someone healed me, at the cost of my memories. I was used as a weapon, as a toy. Batman saved me however, and managed to recollect my memories, aaand now we're here."
Lori looks at him in silence with tears in her eyes. They embrace and she starts to cry.
Ken: "I'm so sorry. I was selfish, extremely selfish. I should've been here for you. I shouldn't have gotten this stupid idea. I never should've given you all this trauma to deal with, and I'm so sorry."
Lori: "I- I know you're sorry. I know that you were selfish, and you can't imagine how angry I am right now. I'm just... I'm just so extremely happy that you're back."
Ken: "Technically I'm still dead, but I'm going to make it right."
Micah: "How so?"
Ken: "My uncle Bruce knows I'm alive as well-"
Micah: "Yeah no shit, he's Batman."
Ken: "How-?"
Lori: "It was easy to figure out, dumbass. You showed up as Batboy, Batman visited the crime scene personally. Two plus two is four."
Tim: "Shit..."
Lori: "Easy, your secret is safe with us. No way we're going to reveal who Batman really is. We wouldn't like it if anyone would figure out our identities and made it public. But that's not important right now. You were gonna say something?"
Ken: "Y- yeah. Eehm, so. My uncle Bruce is going to hold a pressconference tomorrow about some new technology that is being developed at Wayne Tech, and I'm going to reveal that I'm alive."
Lori: "That's great! Are you sure about it though?"
Ken: "There are lots of things I need to make up for, so that's what I'm going to do. Speaking of making up for things. Where's Mel?"
Micah and Lori take a look at each other.
Ken: "I know he went to travel the world to look for me. Don't worry, I've already gotten that mental breakdown. I'm just wondering if you guys know where he is?"
Micah: "No, sadly not... I'm sorry, but he has gone completely off the grid."
Lori: "Sucks when that happens to you, doesn't it?"
Ken: "Lori..."
Lori: "I'm sorry... It's just so much to take in."
Tim: "How about we all just go home. Let things process. It will be better for all of you."
Micah: "I agree with Robin. Let everything sink in, and we can meet back up tomorrow."
Lori: "I guess that would be the best for all of us."
Ken: "Yeah. Do I see you two at the conference tomorrow?"
Micah: "Yes, of course."
Lori and Ken give each other a hug and she goes to her room as he heads out with Tim.
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(where are the children I was corrupting?)
I was out volunteering my photographic services to help support the Rally for Grace Islet - a blatant example of the terrible treatment and poor respect Canada provides the indigenous population.
The video I made;
The odd and strong police presence at the protest was talked about among the protesters long before some Reefer Madness Pig from the Victoria Police Department decided to save the City of Victoria from marijuana.
The officer semi-stealthily "snuck up" behind me - as though it was going to be the bust of the year, instead of just politely approaching me like a mature adult. I took a photograph of us, to remember the moment.
Stupidly unaware of the law and the current status of Medical Marijuana in Canada, she demanded my documentation. I suggested to her that the VicPD should only get to stop me so many times to ask the same question.
I've been stopped and questioned about my prescribed Medical Marijuana by the VicPD too many times for them to play stupid. Enough is enough. My home has even been entered illegally by the police.
So the Reefer Madness Pig took my ID and went back to consult with the other police and called in for further info. She kept me detained for an extended period of time, preventing me from carrying on with my activity.
Let's not forget that I was trying to smoke a joint because I'm in pain, and now I have this angry stubborn cop who is ignorant of the law, picking a fight with a gimp, in pain.
So I get tired of waiting and I walked over to the police Medical Marijuana Eradication and Reefer Madness team and asked if I can have my ID back.
No such luck. The Pig wanted to lecture me and threaten me with arrest, and so I finally put my hands up in the air and said, "Bring it on. Lets get this show on the road." No such luck.
The Pigs partner couldn't believe me, because he was also ignorant of the law, that it was impossible to get documentation from the federal government to prove my legal federal status. "So you're expecting me to believe that there's no government office that can issue you a document to prove you are legal?"
Police need to keep up on current events and the law.
It seemed pretty obvious that I was not going to be STUPIDLY arrested for taking my medication because I was in pain - but it was clear that the Pig wanted to give me shit, and so she did.
She and her partner exclaimed that, "You don't want to be jacked up by the VicPD..." No shit, Sherlock, but it was happening.
Not one ounce of compassion for the fact that I was in pain, and now I was being stressed out by some bitchy Pig.
She kept bringing up that I was smoking weed near a 5 year old. There was no kid, other than some kid up in the parking lot who wandered over to get some chips out of his moms bag that was on the edge of the parking lot up above and upwind of me. I had purposely chosen this spot to medicate because it was downwind and away from the protest.
The pig was hung-up on some notion that I was to be ashamed for medicating, in spite of me having a barrier of tobacco smokers between me and the protest, as I wasn't the only person who was smoking in the area.
She even mocked me about my ability to walk, and mocked my use of my mobility aid. I guess I don't look like I'm in pain, or that I've had 20 surgeries, so far.
The Pig kept going on, shaming me, lying to me, interrupting me, not allowing me to answer her questions. At one point she lunged towards me, talking over me, and got right in my face as though she wanted to compare the length of each of our cocks, or maybe tackle me. It was insane. She was insane, with power. All because of her Reefer Madness. All because of harmless and healthy marijuana.
The police priorities are all fucked up.
I was hoping the new police chief had a better handle on things, and wouldn't condone bully headcase pigs like this.
I was told that if I smoke my legal marijuana in public, as I am legally entitled to do, I should expect to be questioned by the police.
Serve & Protect?
I was out volunteering my photographic services to help support the Rally for Grace Islet - a blatant example of the terrible treatment and poor respect Canada provides the indigenous population.
The video I made;
The odd and strong police presence at the protest was talked about among the protesters long before some Reefer Madness Pig from the Victoria Police Department decided to save the City of Victoria from marijuana.
The officer semi-stealthily "snuck up" behind me - as though it was going to be the bust of the year, instead of just politely approaching me like a mature adult. I took a photograph of us, to remember the moment.
Stupidly unaware of the law and the current status of Medical Marijuana in Canada, she demanded my documentation. I suggested to her that the VicPD should only get to stop me so many times to ask the same question.
I've been stopped and questioned about my prescribed Medical Marijuana by the VicPD too many times for them to play stupid. Enough is enough. My home has even been entered illegally by the police.
So the Reefer Madness Pig took my ID and went back to consult with the other police and called in for further info. She kept me detained for an extended period of time, preventing me from carrying on with my activity.
Let's not forget that I was trying to smoke a joint because I'm in pain, and now I have this angry stubborn cop who is ignorant of the law, picking a fight with a gimp, in pain.
So I get tired of waiting and I walked over to the police Medical Marijuana Eradication and Reefer Madness team and asked if I can have my ID back.
No such luck. The Pig wanted to lecture me and threaten me with arrest, and so I finally put my hands up in the air and said, "Bring it on. Lets get this show on the road." No such luck.
The Pigs partner couldn't believe me, because he was also ignorant of the law, that it was impossible to get documentation from the federal government to prove my legal federal status. "So you're expecting me to believe that there's no government office that can issue you a document to prove you are legal?"
Police need to keep up on current events and the law.
It seemed pretty obvious that I was not going to be STUPIDLY arrested for taking my medication because I was in pain - but it was clear that the Pig wanted to give me shit, and so she did.
She and her partner exclaimed that, "You don't want to be jacked up by the VicPD..." No shit, Sherlock, but it was happening.
Not one ounce of compassion for the fact that I was in pain, and now I was being stressed out by some bitchy Pig.
She kept bringing up that I was smoking weed near a 5 year old. There was no kid, other than some kid up in the parking lot who wandered over to get some chips out of his moms bag that was on the edge of the parking lot up above and upwind of me. I had purposely chosen this spot to medicate because it was downwind and away from the protest.
The pig was hung-up on some notion that I was to be ashamed for medicating, in spite of me having a barrier of tobacco smokers between me and the protest, as I wasn't the only person who was smoking in the area.
She even mocked me about my ability to walk, and mocked my use of my mobility aid. I guess I don't look like I'm in pain, or that I've had 20 surgeries, so far.
The Pig kept going on, shaming me, lying to me, interrupting me, not allowing me to answer her questions. At one point she lunged towards me, talking over me, and got right in my face as though she wanted to compare the length of each of our cocks, or maybe tackle me. It was insane. She was insane, with power. All because of her Reefer Madness. All because of harmless and healthy marijuana.
The police priorities are all fucked up.
I was hoping the new police chief had a better handle on things, and wouldn't condone bully headcase pigs like this.
I was told that if I smoke my legal marijuana in public, as I am legally entitled to do, I should expect to be questioned by the police.
Serve & Protect?
Keeping on the toilet theme here's an installation in the White City tube station, by guerrilla artist Itsol Boolshedt.
Kathy Marlor demonstrates a lower shin kick to the groin as taught in FAST Defense classes. Kathy teaches FAST Defense in St. Petersburg, FL for both adults and kids.
Saab ESTL Gripen MAW Flares Chaff EW Countermeassures Saab ESTL EW MAW BOL Chaff Flares BOL Countermeassures Gripen Gripen C 'Copyright Saab AB', creator is Peter Liander
Swedish AF Gripen C of the Swedish Air Force, with Recce pod, at Sigonella air base, Sicily, Italy, ready for a mission over Libya. August 2011. The Gripen nearest in the picture is equipped with the SPK39 photo recce pod, BOP and BOL electronic warfare systems.. The author is Peter Liander
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Hi there (:
i usually like the cropped version of the photo, cuz i personally find this a fairly awkward pose.
i just had a swim meet at puxi yesterday and us girls (pudong) got first place! It's this meet called SISAC and it was by far my best meet of the year (:
i PB'ed (personal best) 10 seconds in my 100 back!!! and i won 2 heats aswell! it was an exciting day, and at night, our team went to Super Diner and we watched a few guys eat a supersized burger lol
It's said that if you eat the whole burger within 15 minutes, you get it for free!
okay enough about swimming, i've got work to do!! as;ldkfjg