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--Sam Keen
He was the son of Arthur Capell, 1st Baron Capell of Hadham (who was executed in 1649) and of Elizabeth Morrison, daughter and heir of Sir Charles Morrison of Cassiobury in Hertfordshire, and was baptized on 2 January 1632.
In June 1648, then a sickly boy of sixteen, he was taken by Lord Fairfax's soldiers from Hadham to Colchester, which his father was defending, and carried every day around the works with the hope of inducing Lord Capel to surrender the place.
At the Restoration he was created Viscount Malden and Earl of Essex (20 April 1661), the latter title having previously died out with Robert Devereux, 3rd Earl of Essex. It was granted with special remainder to the male issue of his father, and Capel was made lord-lieutenant of Hertfordshire and a few years later Lord Lieutenant of Wiltshire.
Early on, he showed himself antagonistic to the court, to Roman Catholicism, and to the extension of the royal prerogative, and was coupled by Charles II with Denzil Holles as "stiff and sullen men," who would not yield against their convictions to his solicitations. In 1669 he was sent as ambassador to King Christian V of Denmark, in which capacity he gained credit by refusing to strike his flag to the governor of Kronborg.
In 1672 he was made a privy councillor and lord-lieutenant of Ireland. He remained in office till 1677, and his administration was greatly commended by Burnet and Ormonde, the former describing it "as a pattern to all that come after him." He identified himself with Irish interests, and took immense pains to understand the constitution and the political necessities of the country, appointing men of real merit to office, and maintaining an exceptional independence from solicitation and influence.
The purity and patriotism of his administration were in strong contrast to the hopeless corruption prevalent in that at home and naturally aroused bitter opposition, as an obstacle to the unscrupulous employment of Irish revenues for the satisfaction of the court and the king's expenses. In particular he came into conflict with Lord Ranelagh, to whom had been assigned the Irish revenues on condition of his supplying the requirements of the crown, and whose accounts Essex refused to pass. He opposed strongly the lavish gifts of forfeited estates to court favourites and mistresses, prevented the grant of Phoenix Park to the duchess of Cleveland, and refused to encumber the administration by granting reversions. Finally the intrigues of his enemies at home, and Charles's continual demands for money, which Ranelagh undertook to satisfy, brought about his recall in April 1677.
He immediately joined the country party and the opposition to Lord Danby's government, and on the latter's fall in 1679 was appointed a commissioner of the treasury, and the same year a member of Sir William Temple's new-modelled council. He followed the lead of Lord Halifax, who advocated not the exclusion of James, but the limitation of his sovereign powers, and looked to the Prince of Orange rather than to the Duke of Monmouth as the leader of Protestantism, incurring thereby the hostility of Lord Shaftesbury, but at the same time gaining the confidence of Charles.
He was appointed by Charles together with Halifax to hear the charges against the Duke of Lauderdale. In July he wrote a wise and statesmanlike letter to the king, advising him to renounce his project of raising a new company of guards. Together with Halifax he urged Charles to summon the parliament, and after his refusal resigned the treasury in November, the real cause being, according to one account, a demand upon the treasury by the duchess of Cleveland for £25,000, according to another "the niceness of touching French money," "that makes my Lord Essex's squeasy stomach that it can no longer digest his employment."
Subsequently his political attitude underwent a change, the exact cause of which is not clear—probably a growing conviction of the dangers threatened by a Roman Catholic sovereign of the character of James. He now, in 1680, joined Shaftesbury's party and supported the Exclusion Bill, and on its rejection by the Lords carried a motion for an association to execute the scheme of expedients promoted by Halifax. On 25 January 1681 at the head of fifteen peers he presented a petition to the king, couched in exaggerated language, requesting the abandonment of the session of parliament at Oxford. He was a jealous prosecutor of the Roman Catholics in the popish plot, and voted for Lord Stafford's attainder, on the other hand interceding for Archbishop Plunkett, implicated in the pretended Irish plot. He, however, refused to follow Shaftesbury in his extreme courses, declined participation in the latter's design to seize the Tower in 1682, and on Shaftesbury's consequent departure from England became the leader of Monmouth's faction, in which were now included Lord Russell, Algernon Sidney, and Lord Howard of Escrick.
Essex took no part in the wilder schemes of the party, but after the discovery of the Rye House Plot in June 1683, and the capture of the leaders, he was arrested at Cassiobury and imprisoned in the Tower.
His spirits and fortitude appear immediately to have abandoned him, and on July 13 he was discovered in his chamber with his throat cut. His death was attributed, quite groundlessly, to Charles and James, and the evidence points clearly if not conclusively to suicide, his motive being possibly to prevent an attainder and preserve his estate for his family. Lord Ailesbury wrote: "The Earl asked very coldly for a razor to cut his nails, and being accustomed so to do gave no manner of suspicion. He went into a small closet," where his servant afterward found him "dead and wallowing in blood"... the assumption being that the reason he "cutt his own throat with a knife" was because of his knowledge of the Rye House Plot. If not killed by them, he was, however, undoubtedly a victim of the Stuart administration, and the antagonism and tragic end of men like Essex, deserving men, naturally devoted to the throne, constitutes a severe indictment of the Stuart rule.
A Sikh devotee in total surrender in front of Golden Temple. This humility is a part of the religion.
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We're living in a world full of illusion
Everything is so unreal
My mind is in a state of confusion
But I can't deny the way I feel.
"Surrendering"
Photo: Reylia Slaby
Model: Betsie Slaby
When I first brought this picture into photoshop, I didn't think it would make it as an image. But then I brought it up a second time about a week later and tried again, this time I saw something. Thank you Betsie for rolling around the hills of Nara park to get the dress dirty. (Those same hills have deer crap all over them, I might add) Yay for Betsie!
When I first imagined the image, I saw a young girl, all beat up, bruised, and dirty, in the midst of a fight. But in my head, the person I was at war with was actually myself. In the end, she gave up. There would be no more fighting, just peace.
Please tell me what you see in the image I always love reading what you say.
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Always,
Reylia
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.. tribal family performing gangaur rituals on narmada-ji's bank.
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"The more you struggle to live, the less you live. Give up the notion that you must be sure of what you are doing. Instead, surrender to what is real within you, for that alone is sure." ~Baruch Spinoza
I was getting ready for a bike ride, and discovered this amazing flower in the front yard while I was bringing my bike out from the garage. Where did that come from? And how does a simple flower evoke such symbolic meaning and beautiful design?
I've learned my lesson... if opportunity knocks, you have to seize the moment. Tomorrow the flower may be eaten up or destroyed by a cat and be gone. So I delayed my bike ride and rushed into the house to get my camera and tripod.
I discovered there are many photo ops right in front of one's nose if you just keep an eye out for them!
At the moment of surrender
I'm falling to my knees
I did not notice the passers by
And they did not notice me
Third of Three Vic Vipers for Nnovvember 2010.
Also, per suggestions I did do some Nnenn-style modding, with tape on the windshield/hinge bricks and a cut/sanded 1x1 brick on the end of the gun to mirror the angle of the gun.
Named after General Grant's nickname the Unconditional Surrender was the Union's response to the Confederated Colonies' "Grey Ghost." Like the Ghost, the U.S. was armed with a weapon designed to pierce the armor on capitol ships.
Fun Fact: I grew up in Grant County, Oregon, named after the Civil War General. It seemed the logical counterpart to John "Grey Ghost" Mosby.
Surrender.
No.
Surrender.
I will not.
Surrender.
Never.
Surrender.
You too...
Surrender.
I will...
Surrender.
Me too.
to the One who never slumbers
to the One who protects and rescues
to the One who created the heavens and the earth
daily
surrounded by the invading armies of kung fu panda, my son had no choice but to surrender... albeit... willingly. =) this is one shot from about thirty i tortured him with. post processed on photoshop.
i'll be back tonight to view and comment on your streams... if hadn't already =) thanks for the views and have a great sunday!
"I surrender! You can rub my belly and underarms now!"
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Milky Way surrendering to the rising moon and moonlight reflecting off of the high altitude clouds. Used Puu Ula Ula to stop the brightness of the moon to try and capture the Milky Way.
Learning to let go and trust can be just as rewarding as it is scary. But what is love if you can’t try.
This is my Honda buried after the blizzard of Christmas, 2022. To give you an idea of how much snow fell, I shovelled around and cleaned the car off at 2 PM on Dec. 23 and this photo was taken before noon on Dec. 24.
ENG: Fort Hahneberg, located on the western edge of Berlin (Spandau-Staaken), is considered one of the last Prussian-style fortifications in Germany. It was completed in 1888 after six years of construction and since the late 1990s can now be visited again partially restored. The visit is only possible with a guided tour, as the site is maintained and restored by an association. The price for the historical guided tour is relatively low per adult, however, for 7.50€ you get a lot offered in the approximately 90 minutes.
After its completion, the facility served until 1945, among other things, as barracks and central archive for military medicine, so it was mainly used for military purposes. During the Buchrucker Putsch on October 1, 1923, the fort, together with the Spandau Citadel, was briefly occupied by putschists who had to surrender to regular Reichswehr units. After the end of World War II, parts of the walls and structures built of bricks were broken out and taken away as building material for the reconstruction of Berlin. Until the fall of the Wall in 1989, the fort was located unused in the area of the barrier installations in the former East Berlin of the border crossing point Heerstrasse and has only been accessible to the public again since 1990 and was handed over to the association Arbeits- und Schutzgemeinschaft Fort Hahneberg e. V. in 1993.
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GER: Das Fort Hahneberg, am westlichen Rand Berlins (Spandau-Staaken) gelegen, gilt als einer der letzten Festungsbauten nach preußischer Manier in Deutschland. Es wurde im Jahr 1888 nach sechsjähriger Bauzeit fertiggestellt und kann seit den späten 1990er Jahren nun auch wieder teilweise restauriert besichtigt werden. Die Besichtigung ist nur mit einer Führung möglich, da das Gelände von einem Verein gepflegt und restauriert wird. Der Preis für die historische Führung ist aber relativ niedrig pro Erwachsenen, für 7,50€ bekommt man in den rund 90 Minuten viel geboten.
Nach seiner Fertigstellung diente die Anlage bis 1945 unter anderem als Kaserne und Zentralarchiv für Wehrmedizin, wurde also vorwiegend militärisch genutzt. Während des Buchrucker-Putsches am 1. Oktober 1923 ist das Fort zusammen mit der Spandauer Zitadelle für kurze Zeit von Putschisten besetzt worden, die sich regulären Reichswehreinheiten ergeben mussten. Nach dem Ende des Zweiten Weltkriegs wurden Teile der aus Ziegelsteinen errichteten Mauern und Bauwerke als Baumaterial für den Wiederaufbau Berlins herausgebrochen und abtransportiert. Bis zum Mauerfall im Jahr 1989 befand sich das Fort unbenutzt im Bereich der Sperranlagen im ehemaligen Ost-Berlin der Grenzübergangsstelle Heerstraße und ist erst seit 1990 der Öffentlichkeit wieder zugänglich und wurde 1993 an den Verein Arbeits- und Schutzgemeinschaft Fort Hahneberg e. V. übergeben.
"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart."
~Washington Irving
Brooklyn has many neighborhoods, and many of them are shaped along ethnic lines. On the extreme end of this spectrum of ethnic exlusivity is the sprawling and growing Chasidic neighborhood around Crown Heights. The ultra-ultra-orthodox community here has the honor of being the fastest growing Jewish group in America. For the vast majority of Americans, a drive through the neighborhood would be quite a shock. Most of the residents speak Yiddish, and all of them are dressed in ultra-orthodox fashion. The signs on streets and shops are all in Hebrew script. The women, in observance of ultra-orthodox religious law, walk separately, away from men, keep their heads covered and/or wear wigs. The men, without exception, dress in a distinctively archaic fashion , somewhat like the Amish. They wear identical black overcoats which go down to near the knee, white hose on their legs, and black shoes. White shirts and white prayer shawls on fridays and saturdays. All the men have long forelocks and beards, and wear either black hats or these enormous round fur hats which look almost exactly like an expensive cat bed. Young boys all have their heads shaved, wear a skullcap and have forelocks. Among the more distinctive features, and the surest sign that you have entred the ultra-orthodox area, is the omnipresence of barred windows. Every window, even if it is on the 20th floor, is covered with massive metal security grills. Even high balconies are enclosed in bars and metal plates. Many areas are surrounded by high fences, walls, and endless coils of razorwire.
Among American ethnic groups, the ultra-orthodox community is uniquely insular, and almost completely closed to outsiders. Non-orthodox people who pass through, even in cars, are constantly observed, and with extreme suspicion and hostility. There is a very palpable air of hyper-vigilance, as if everyone is constantly on the look-out for threats. Unless you were a sort of undercover photographer, with a stealth camera, I would say it is impossible to get permission from anyone for portaits. If you try to stop to take pictures of signs or architecture, people will approach you and demand to know what you are doing, or make gestures telling you to leave. To insiders, there is undoubtedly a great deal of comfort and a sense of security in this posture, but to outsiders the neighborhood feels like a sort of hysterically nervous neon sign that says "GO AWAY!"
In its extreme isolation, the neighborhood has crystallized along different rabbinical lines, with at least eight major ultra-orthodox sects, each with their own rabbis and their own inter-sect feuds. (Interestingly, one such sect, the Satmar, is intensely anti-Zionist and advocates the dismantling of Israel). Each sect has begun to develop its own unique religious customs and mannerisms, some of which have led to conflict with local authorities. Among the biggest and wierdest political issues of the last Mayoral election involved an ancient form of ritualistic circumsision that is observed only among this community, in which the ritual circumsicion specialist - the mohel - sucks the blood from the infant's penis. After some local infants died and suffered brain damage from contracting Herpes through this procedure, the Mayor made the fatal mistake of recommending that the practice be stopped as a public health risk. In response, Chasidic leaders sent busloads of Jews into the city to protest wearing Yellow stars - like those the Nazis forced Jews to wear - at Bloombergs capmpaign appearances. A politically powerful Ultra-Orthodox rabbi issued a statement declaring "There is no compromise on this issue." Christopher Hitchens hacked "I'll trade him his stupid [smoking] ban if he states clearly that it is the government's business to protect children from religious fanatics." In the end, quite predictably, the Mayor - a secular Jew - was forced to back down, after which he recieved endless glowing praise for his great religious sensitivity.
The untouchability of the Chasidic community has grown exponentially since 1978, when 2000 rioting ultra-orthodox Jews besieged the New York Police Department's 66th precinct headquarters, injuring more than 60 NYPD cops. The Precintct has been jokingly known as "Fort Surrender" ever since, based on the common understanding that the Ultra-Orthodox Community can fix any problem with a phone call. Still, furious Chasids attacked NY cops in 1999 after one of their officers shot an ultra-orthodox man who attacked several officers with a hammer. More Chasidic rioting took place this week - hundreds of chanting ultra-orthodox jews surrounded the precinct, set fires in the streets, and a police car was torched after an NYPD cop dared to issue a traffic summons to an ultra-orthodox man.
Obviously this community is diverse and not well-represented by these violently retarded prima donnas. I just mention some of these things because they illustrate the peculiarly untouchable status enjoyed by the Chasidic community in NYC.
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Last thursday morning, driving through the neighborhood, there were mobs of people gathered on every streetcorner around big fires. Barrciades were erected around them, with signs like these, which say "no aerosol cans, no glass bottles."
As an outsider it was very odd. Every streetcorner, one after another for miles, barricaded areas mobbed with ultra-orthodox men and boys around open fires. Overhead, air-raid sirens were going off. Later in the day, when all the pyromania was over and i was taking this photo, two orthodox girls stopped me to demand to know who i worked for, what magazine, why was I taking these pictures, what is my connection to the Jewish faith, am I a journalist, what am I doing in this neighborhood? I told them that I had seen all the fires that morning and wanted to take a picture of one of the signs. They explained that religious custom requires burning everything in your kitchen before Passover (Pesach). I asked about the air raid sirens. They said that the local Fire Marshall, in conjunction with religious authorities, turns on the city's air defense emeregency sirens to announce when it is time to put the fires out.
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By way of explanation, the creepy treatment of this photo arose in response to two images: the streets full of cordoned off burning areas, mobbed with Jews, under the drone of air raid sirens; and the second, the same neighborhood, later in the day, streets empty of people.
Urbex Session : Abandoned Manor
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