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Ironically hypocritical and Comically tragic in every way
That's my family
I can truly say
If another was so lucky
To own this set of bodies
They would never move away
And visit everyday!
Because we're all so close
That when someone has an overdose
Of who-knows-what we get on a plane!
Or take a fast train!
Yes! No one will ever say my Aunt doesn't care!
For when grandma's sick she's always there!
Post haste without a care
My uncle,the closest, is a genius
Sometimes I think his brain's too tedious
He's oh so cleanly
And oh so friendly
But I must disdain
that from when I said
This was my family
I was being a bit vague and wrong
You see it was sarcasm all along
So you figured it out
My family is really ironically hypocritical and comically tragic in every sense of the way
And on most good days
I sit here and wonder
Am I really related to the others??
Darleen Click
Oh I know I’m going to get called names on this. But I’m not going to play that game anymore. Like the sign at one of the TEA parties that said “it doesn’t matter what this sign says, you going to call it racist anyway.” When even the lawsuits now being brought by 30 plus state AG’s is considered racist, it is time to stop playing that game.
I’m flipping outraged even more so by Obama’s “victory lap” where he pretends this crap-sandwich is what “The American People were begging for”. Not one bit of graciousness in his “victory” but that nose up arrogance as his Social Democrats were literally breaking out the champagne.
I expect this will also flush out the usual Stockholm-syndrome “conservatives” who wring their hands and say “oh you can’t say that! People will take offense!”
Heck, I want to shake them up. This is supposed to be a post-racial era? Then deal with the fact that the President of the United States is the head of a gang that just raped our American principles.
I made it a cartoon and not a photoshop and the “woman” is green. Deal, people.
MONA CALDA STREGHELLA (pussy hot) : Allegory of the wicked woman.
She does this:
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Monacalda is corrupt.
Monacalda is been bribing the Lords for years.
Monacalda is using new kinds of businesses like internet and she don't pay taxes.
Monacalda always lets someone else put their neck on the line.
Monacalda leaves a mark on men's skin.
Monacalda is protected from politicians.
Monacalda is protected by trade unionists.
60020 approaches March West Jn. with 6L73 Peak Forest - Ely Papworth Sidings loaded stone, running a little over two hours late.
Although once a pretty much daily class 60 working, by 2009 it was only running two or three times each week, and not always hauled by a 60. Several years later the contract transferred to GBRf. 60020 subsequently underwent overhaul and gained DB livery.
This is one from my first few months of digital photography, which coincided with me taking a break from full-time teaching. At the time I was very poor at recording what I'd photographed, realising that in most cases you could read the number from the image and relying on my memory as well as saved messages from the Yahoo! Groups gen lists. But the Yahoo! Groups archives are long gone, and the saved emails on a Blackberry which no longer works properly (but I can access if I try).
However, I easily found the details for this one as I sent it (and a load of others) to Freightmaster Publishing for use in their annual Loco Review book (in this case the 2010 edition, which looked back at 2009 - would it have made more sense for the edition to refer to the year being reviewed?). They used most of what I sent, although I was disappointed that not only was there no reproduction fee, but they didn't even send me a complimentary copy of the book (Marcus Dawson did, with his Trainspots series) and I had to buy a copy (£17.95), nor did they even acknowledge they'd used the images. And for an organisation which used to (still does?) complain about enthusiasts expecting to get gen over the internet for free, I thought this was rather hypocritical!
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I realized the other day that I finally, albeit unknowingly, collected all of the Jabba-related minifigs Lego has produced so far, with the exception of The Rancor. So, I thought it'd be cool to get em all together and look at em year by year, and give a few of my thoughts.
2003: Man, I love the classics.
-For some reason that original C-3PO kicks me into full nostalgia mode.
-I also think it's interesting that TLG released a Jabba's Skiff the year before, but only included Han and Luke. I would be fascinated to see what a skiff guard from the year 2002 would look like.
-EV-9D9 is a weird character to make in my opinion, but honestly it's such a strange figure that I kind of love it. Nowadays it would probably have a molded head and not be nearly as cool.
2007: Most of you are aware how I feel about the 2007 Sail Barge set, but I cannot stress it enough: I love this set.
-Bib and Chewie are there for padding
-It's cool to see the classic Boba fig make the jump from Light Stone Grey and brown to Light Bluish Grey, and reddish brown, with more defined accents on his helmet.
-It's also kind of cool to see the main heroes jump from Yellow to Light Flesh so seamlessly, while still retaining that classic "Lego Star Wars" look. Honestly they almost look cleaner this way in my opinion.
2012-2017: Yeah kinda got guys from a few years in here
-I know most people like Modern Jabba better, but he just doesn't feel as imposing to me. He's much smaller, and honestly it looks to me like he's melting.
-The rest of the figs though. Oh man. Look, I love the classics and always will, but these modern figs, all together, looks absolutely stunning.
-It's amazing how far the faces of Lego Minifigures have come, especially in the case of Han.
-C-3PO is from the 2017 Landspeeder set.
-Bib Fortuna's face is nightmare fuel
-It might be hypocritical to say, with my love of Skiff Guards, but Ree-Yees seems like a damn weird character to have made. Mostly because he doesn't participate in any of the major battles, or really has any memorable screen time to speak of. Maybe if a few other weird members of Jabba's entourage had been made? I dunno.
-How great is that Salacious B Crumb fig though? Honestly, that's just delightful.
Anyways, not expecting heavy feedback on this one, I just wanted to see what they'd all look like compared, and it's pretty neat.
Let me know what you think!
Little girl what else I can do. I know you are little, u have big dreams, long way to go and um not sure how far u can go. Life is hard, tough and cruel. What could I do if u were my daughter. I am ashamed off for the comfort um enjoying. The society I belong is full with hypocrites. They talk lots of shit about child rights but they just ignore you. I have a strong intention to work on the condition of the boys and girls belongs to your commnity though um not sure whether my works would be recognized to anywhere. But at-least I can try and I will do it for u.
The little girl from a local fish-market who carry pot of water to sell to the fish-vendors.
Heidelberg 1968
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I am angry with God. But he makes such beautiful things that I can't hate him, even if he did take light away from me. I feel conflicted. There's so much beauty on flickr that I can't stand to be on it anymore. I am a hypocrite, and I can't stand it anymore.
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F4 is over. We all knew it would come to this.
I simply had to make this video to tell my side of the story.
Nick Page totally lied about the Netflix deal, Thomas Heaton refuses to ever work with me again. Adam Gibbs rejects all offers from big media to make Season 2 because of his hypocritical 'principals' and then accuses Nick of using AI editing in his photography.
That's it, we're done. You'd think that producing the most ambitious landscape photography course of all time would bring us closer together, but no.
When asked about where the money went from Season 1, Thomas Heaton becomes evasive and immediately changes the subject. Nick Page gets caught harassing a Netflix executive over the phone while trying to pass it off as his ''Uncle''. A restraining order ensues.
The lesson to be learned here is that you should NEVER attend a Christmas party with co-workers that get on each other's nerves.
Don't even bother to watch the videos on the other guy's channels, you'll only find the truth right here in THIS video.
Watch the full video at youtu.be/uc2o75wNJuk
Thanks for reading
Gavin
it seems to me that throughout the last weeks this sentence was used in my personal work way too much. well, not "way too much", but let's say, quite often. I don't know what it is about it, but apparently, this image is my idea of a good atmosphere. when every little detail of nature fills you up with such a joy and you just can't help it but smile. and I have to admit, as soon as I find myself in such situations, with the leaves fluttering, the sun shining on my skin, the birds flying over my head and the entire world seems to be at peace for this one flick of an eye ... it's just the same with french chansons, old coats and cups of tea. and when I told you yesterday that I actually feel good, I think that was one of these times that I really didn't care whether it could change soon, or not. and then, when I was listening to france gall this morning, I figured that it's really up to you deciding if you are feeling fine or not. in a way. I guess it's really hypocritical of me to say that. but maybe it'd be better to just listen to myself for a bit and don't put myself down again.
(day fifty-nine)
Unaware that someone was clicking away with a camera, oh that would be Hilt, oh and earlier I once said 'bolox to work in progress shots just paint! Hypocrite maybe? It's done and I'm sharing anyhow!!
- ¡ Eso no me lo dices a la cara !
- ¿ En cual de las dos ?
I do not like hypocritical people.
- You do not tell me that to my face!
- In which of the two?
Published in Y sin embargo #19, super#F issue: the conventional and the empty/emptied gesture. The effects of a centrifugal and hypocritical, forgetful and self-referential society, in permanent escape, where nobody raises a matter or questions anything anymore.
Many thanks to fernandoprats and YSE team.
Let them eat cake.
(Influenced by my dairy and its musings.)
As rejected by Global Photojournalism; Protest, Culture, and News . (No reason given).
To qualify this article l would like to go on the record that l have been instructed by some amazing teachers, all with academic titles. Furthermore, it must be said, that l have stated publicly, that l could not name, nor count, the number of exceptional teachers that have instructed me, because there where too many. This article is not about teachers, but a lack of exceptional ones. I personally find it distressing, because all children should be given the type of opportunity l had, and therefore a chance to defend themselves. This article is about a process, one that needs to be classified, and identified, with conscious critical thought. Critical thought involving observations. It involves observations that some of those with titles would or could be ignorant of. A situation, driven by those of systemic privileged, or those with ivory towers that render them unable to see.
All biological systems strive for survival, even small single cell organisms, like amoebas. They do it without seemingly thinking. But the difference between the amoebas, and the humans, is meant to be human thought, and human conciseness. Recently a new local high school was built in Shepparton Victoria Australia, and it was ironically named the super school. Already it has helped give the locals here an education, producing a lot of conscious contemplation among residents. It was the amalgamation of three out of three, or all the of the public high schools in the small city of Shepparton. Its construction left no options for some residents, and in the United States of America, criticism of schools like this new school, is commonplace. In the United States, the lack of choice as to where you can send your children in the public school system causes for some public debate. That debate now rages here, and for good reason. The results were highly predictable, with comparable results to that of America. The result has been that the police have been called repeatedly. There have been weapons, fights, and even the aspersion that a student suicide could be attributed to the new super school. Academic performance of the schools results are now unknown, as the education system now uses a sliding ruler, one that is remotely monitored by a now faceless group. It has resulted with any aspersion, that the school is a failure being foiled and deemed as a baseless slur. Some educated locals went into overdrive sighting personal responsibility of the individual and the lack there of, for some students and parents.
The defence of the hegemon, when the school had become a nightmare, for both the teachers and the Victorian Labour party, became a name and shame process directed at some locals, and their children. Some trying to defend the teacher’s union darling the Australian Labour party, which had help instigated the fiasco. A fiasco that was easily avoided if they had studied the American application of such schools. Was it ignorance? Was it Australian ego for the Victorian education board? Was it in the worst-case scenario, a deliberate act to produce a school that applied an American model? A model, that had historically repeatedly produced poor social outcomes. One that had already failed in the United States? If educated people, including some teachers where defending the super school, it raised the question, where were these teachers and educated people sending their children to be educated? Was it to the new super school? If it was, were they following the tried-and-true public-school scenario, of teachers and influential parents, making sure their children where in handpicked classes? Did they do as had been done before, making sure their children had handpicked teachers, and handpicked students for their children to study with, while the average people got the undesirables? Where they conscious of what they had given their children, or where they being deliberately ignorant? Because if it were found that they were guiding the lily for their children, what would be the public reaction?
How far some educated had shifted from sixties social liberal ideals; and it raises a lot of questions! Did they know what was happing? That it is happening? Where they unwittingly involved, blindsided by psychological drift? Psychological drift being a change so slow and gradual, that they were perceptually blindsided by ignorance, and or a lack of self-awareness. Did they not notice the change in their attitudes? Did they not critically look at what they were and are participating in? Or where they unwittingly led by mistaken ignorant logic? And in the worst-case scenario, was the new school planned? And where the resultant outcomes statistically inevitable, but desired?
This is an initial exploration of investigative journalism, on the outcomes of the worst-case scenario, and is based mostly on firsthand experience and observations. My apologies, for what may seem like a not so interesting picture. But the building in the picture resembles some of the prisons in which some of the students will go to serve sentences. It has been satirically joked, and it was not meant to be funny by some of the locals, that once they go to prison, they will be fully prepared. The building, and violence, will not be much different from the school, that they received their high school education in.
Most people are educated or warned of nepotism at high school, and or university. It is a self-serving process for those that teach it, as it helps classify hereditary royalty or Aristocracy as an exhausted, and or morally corrupt institution. But now this teaching, has become a matter of hypocrisy, for those that teach it. It helps define the institutionally educated as those that should control and distribute influence, because it is said, that they earned their positions via merit, and not via a process involving gross nepotism. Nepotism that is now openly practiced by the educated, when it comes to the education of their children, versus the education of the masses. Some openly fight, unquestioned, for causes that proactively push for their children, to be preferentially, and proactively treated like the children of people of aristocratic tittles were accused of. They even give themselves tittles at universities, letters before their names. It helps distinguish and make themselves distinct from ordinary people, or the new commoners. It even extends to those selected to represent them in the student bodies. But unlike the sixties student bodies that rallied against war, in the new higher education system student bodies, they actively participate in a new form of war.
It is now the new millennium, and there is a new form of warfare to avoid. It involves some people of title, but this is not an article on the aristocracy. It is no longer the song “The fortunate son,” sung by Creedence Clearwater Revival. A sixties song about the sons of the rich and influential not going to war. Now it is the fortune “academic,” the person who has a higher education. They and their children are mostly excluded, and do not have to go to war. I had previously reported that the new courthouse here in Shepparton Victoria Australia, was colloquially being called building B by some of the locals. It is B for Birkenau, and the name is partly why l write this. The other reason is that all the positions of power in building B, are held by people with academic titles. Titles involve in skewed eugenics and nepotism. The scenario faced is like “good cop, bad cop” tactics, but is applied by those with academic titles, not the police. It happens on multiple fronts. One such front is that large numbers of educated people openly promote or condone drug use, while others incarcerate as many as they can. Fifteen percent of all Australian prisoners are imprisoned on drug charges, out of approximately thirty thousand currently in jail, and many more are committed to psychiatric facilities because of it. If the objective of the educated was to reduce harm, they have abjectly failed, and the opposite has happened. Was it intentional? Where they trying to build a prison system as speculated by the band “The system of the down” in the “prison song.” And did The System of the down not see, or know, of the outcomes for those classified as ill, as they promoted in their song as an alternative? I once approached the subject on the Victorian Parliamentary Facebook page. In the description, l drew the analogy, that the incarceration, and medical treatment of individuals for drug use, was like Chinese re-education camps, and that they existed in Victoria, and they existed on an industrial scale.
Has this industrial scale of human processing, produced a form of unconscious time dependent opportunistic nepotism? Like amoebas, instead of critically thinking humans, had we all allowed it to happen? Had we all listened unquestioningly to the educated? And had it created a new form of nepotism. A form that helps the educated-on average, have their children precluded from a statistical death march. A process of prolonged involuntary distress, involving the battlefield of the court, the prison system, involuntary medical treatment and or classification. The result is, the children of the educated, on average get the better jobs, have better outcomes, have higher positions of power, and sway larger numbers of people behind their causes. The consideration of building B, and firsthand observations, raised the horrendous proposition of who needs a gas chamber, when you have statistics? The western world has in general shunned America for its seconded amendment, but a closer look at the west, even those countries without a second amendment of sorts, or an official death sentence, produced horrific observations. The realty is state sanctioned, systemic modern-day murder.
While at university l helped challenge the central dogma of biochemistry with prions, or the protein that causes mad cow disease. A bold effort, but l was young and idealistic. Amusingly it should also be noted that the lecturer l told it too, asked my permission to use it. He later taught me about a story of the two scientists Watson and Crick. As far as my memory servs me, he said, they had plied a French scientist’s son with alcohol, the result was his tongue loosened, and he talked about his father’s research. They subsequently wrote down what he divulged on a bar napkin. It was for the base pair arrangement of DNA (deoxyribose nucleic acid). And from it came the logical deduction for the final double helix model of DNA. Latter l would go on to joke, that Watson and Crick had won a noble prize in biochemistry. Not for the structure of DNA, but for the judicious application of a biochemical agent, or a neuron toxin, ethanol. I was being facetious. Despite some successes at university, it was hard for many reasons. Part of the experience of university was trying to theorise Protein specific proteases to combat the AIDS epidemic. Another was for the construction of proteins to treat the disease. As a result, l gained an appreciation of the complexities of medical treatment when it comes to who dies and who survives, and what role academics play in that process. The conclusion gained was that life and reality are quite brutal.
Academics already openly argue behavioural eugenics with psychiatric history, via genetic predisposition of psychiatric illness. Medical professionals in hospitals and criminal systems, universally practice it throughout Australia. A process that has been publicly shunned for occurring during the second world war, is practiced here in Australia, and the practise is commonplace. As a result, victims, and those suffering psychiatric illness are dosed with poison, and lives are ended prematurely. Slowly, chemically, euthanising thousands, with statistical outcomes. The statistics are, that many psychiatric medications cause on average premature death. Additionally, it is statistically observed that those taking most psychiatric medications are highly discouraged from conceiving, and or nurturing, an in-utero baby while taking their medication. Paradoxically psychiatric professionals discourage most people from stopping their medication; thus, a person is neutered with logic gates. On one hand, it is presumed that a person cannot stop taking their medication for their own safety, and or the safety of the public. And on the other hand, due to the birth defects or abnormalities associated with such medication, and for the sake of your baby, they say those classified, should not have children while being administered their medication. This process occurs for not adhering to the party line, not a political party line, but the new scientific line, one that involves a new group with titles. It is not ironic, that the rules of this process, are not in general being taught to the new commoners.…
Some of the new people with titles are the emperor with no cloths, and they cannot be questioned. l presume criminal history will be next here in Australia for the classification of genetic predisposition, after psychiatric predisposition has been fully fledged. A reborn process, for people of titles. One adopting the Chinese model of re-education camps, like those already here in the state of Victoria. An extension of the current medical model, of psychiatric treatment. A model for social conduct and classification involving social reward. A model that involves if you will have children or not. A process that relies on obeying the edicts of the new people of title.
Do these new people of title, wield absolute rule, as Justin Trudeau a high school teacher, and Canadian prime minister applied to his people for a brief time? It is a rhetorical question. He applied his title, like European aristocracy where stereotypically and historically accused of. By self-edict of law, he made his words unquestionable, and the words of new common people’s (those predominantly without academic titles) decent outlawed. Is this the new party line or the academic line, of pseudo pacifist proper gander? Is this what the new Aristocracy, or people of title do? Is this where you rely on the fallacy of lack of personal responsibility? An assumption involving privy knowledge, before socially engineering incidents via carefully worded classifications, and or, build a school that is most certainly bound to fail, and with it, classify whole blood lines educated in it, as inferior? Classifications using peer reviewed definitions. Peer reviewed definitions written ironically and hypocritically by those with new age titles. Articles which cannot be questioned by the new age commoner, but only by their academic peers. Once again it is rhetorical. All the while, they exclude their own children from the process, with their systemic peer derived privilege. It all sounds historically and remarkably familiar. And it happens while relying on the medical industry complex, and criminal industrial complex, for statistically predetermined social outcomes. It enables people to slowly but surely exterminate their undesirables. It is a proposition that has already happened and is currently happening.
The result is that via spurious association of genetic predisposition for behaviour, some families are being genetically classified, and weeded out via the behaviour of individuals in their families. Part of psychiatric dogma is to look for a family history of psychiatric illness then argue it is genetic. And that that genetic trait is no longer beneficial or needed. If one member of a family has had anything that could be classified as an incident, it is then argued that there is an increased chance of a genetically induced psychiatric incident or incidents happening in other family members. The result of such logic is the application of drugs, such as anti-psychotics, which on average drastically reduce the life span of the patient or victim. The medications, can, and are, forcefully administered, by people of new age titles. The additional subsequent logic gating, weight gain, and body odour causes the person to be seen as undesirable, or substandard, and lowers their chance of having children. The result is a death sentence for the patient, and a reduced chance of them having offspring. In the very least it is murder, if the diagnosis is wrong, and causes a slow, but sure reduction in the size of the victim’s family. As the application of this scientific dogma becomes more prevalent, or prolonged, the result is near genocide.
Personal statistical analysis of public psychiatric facilities is that they are full of people of lower education levels. But full of people that do not lack intellect. Why are the educated mostly excluded and deemed as being above it? They can afford both preferential systemic sympathetic medical representation, and systemic sympathetic legal representation, thus, avoiding the classification of being genetically substandard. Furthermore, those responsible for the classification and criminal punitive punishment of both criminal and psychiatric failings, are associated to those in academic institutions. It is a family operation, no different from the stereotype of aristocracy. When one of their own is brought before the court system, either in the medical or criminal court, it is raised that they are above average, and given on average, lower sentences, or even no sentences at all. They are deemed, as being inherently better than the average human, due to the letters or tittle before their name. It is a repeat of the stereotype of the old aristocratic system, of human classification. The current stereotype of those below the educated, is that they are being incarcerated, and medically treated, for both their good, and the safety of the public. So why are the educated spared more on average from this process, despite in cases committing the same crimes? I can identify no reason, other than their self-appointed peerage.
The observation is that behavioural eugenics, has turned to a practice of statistical genocide over an extended period, and it is a practice being mostly applied by the educated, and in favour of themselves. It is a statistical death march for some families. A prolonged process that involves the application of self-serving statistics, and a classification that ends in the lower chance of reproduction for selected individuals, and the increased chance of a family’s genetics being branded as dangerous or substandard. Thus, it negates any responsibility of having enabled the elimination of that family’s or group’s blood line, or in the very least, part of it, because it was, and is said, to be for the greater good. It is for the “uber alles,” but has nothing to do with German nationalism, and as it stands, it is predominantly males in the groups of families. Leaving the females on average in those families as breeders for those deemed as genetically worthy. Genetically worthy for the last 20 years has been those that had drugs, or those that had an education and there for had money. Those that had drugs, and there for a higher chance for reported psychiatric and criminal incidents, could break the nuclear family rule, but they walked a fine line. In breaking the law, they put their families or the males in their families on lists for slow, undetectable state sanctioned extermination. On the other hand, those with cash and an education, could break the nuclear family rule, having more than two children in an already overpopulated world. Both scenarios being state encouraged with government subsidies.
As an Australian, l found, and find, this scenario highly ironic. If the scenario were not real, it would be satire. It is shocking in its irony because the Australian colony was originally populated with predominantly criminals. According to the new eugenics line of thought, all Australian families, other than new arrivals carry as per the eugenics line of thought, a predisposition, of genetically predetermined behaviour, one that is now being openly classified, as a genetic trait. Doubly ironic, is the historical fact, that they even sent unwilling females from England, who were upon arrival, to be bred with no choice in the matter like cattle, and to service those men deemed as worthy. Nothing in the Australian colony, a previous penal colony, seems to have changed too much, just the family names of the families with titles or letters before their names now differ. And instead of hanging you, they now classify you, and your family, as a genetic medical issue, or defect. A medical issue to be slowly euthanised for the benefit, and protection of society, and the greater good.
The only consideration that this worst-case scenario leaves me with, is have the educated hit the philosophical slippery slope, or have they just thrown the new commoners down it? Creating a caste system via an education system. An education system, skewed in the favour of those with new age titles. An education system, giving systemic preferential treatment too those with new age titles, and their children. Is the new commoner’s child starved of an education? A quality education? One which is now harder for my geographical neighbours to find. An education, which helps prevent their public-school child or children, and their family, from a statistically higher chance, of a state sanctioned, and a state sponsored statistical death march. A march, that begins, and ends, in a trip to building B. A trip, with a higher chance of genocide at the end. And as it stands, my neighbours are being told,” let them eat cake!”
A different lens and a different location that still shows Skyline Silhouette Sleeping Figure. The figure reclines making a striking image, if it is not a figure rather fortuitous geology then still it is still there. The sun having set lights one cloud. If you see a cloud structure at the centre that look like a Goose that has just eaten the Sun then the glowing cloud can be imagined as the after Sun snort from the star devouring Goose.
Nature gives us an amazing amount of wonders and within her bounty we find similarities upon which we decide to have reflections and those can lead us on to further investigation with wondrous revelations. The figure created by the silhouette of The Pentland Hills is an amazing sight and she can transform her image from different positions even appearing as if she is pregnant from one vantage. Here the Sleep Skyline Figure that may have been seen as a Goddess, as Geology in steady transition and also held in so many regards that have been given and lost even as she is found in the landscape, is shown with her central navel locked features given at a greater scale. The uncorrected 16mm view from Minolta give a new perspective on this figure that I have been sharing for many years and also in several, maybe too many pictures recently.
The Pentland Hills are magnificent and here is a share of their beauty.
I have been mentioning the weather lore of, “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight,” and now the mention is still reaching into the links below.
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Pentland Hills Regional Park
Red sky at night and other weather lore
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Matthew 16:2-3, King James Version
2 He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red.
3 And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowering. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?
Gospel of Matthew 16:2-3, King James Version.
Conflicting street signs are visible near Interstate 35 in Oklahoma City, Okla. (The Journal Record, Jennifer Pitts)
La MAGRANA és d’aquells productes naturals que donen crèdit al vell consell hipocràtic de fer de l’aliment la nostra medicina.
I és que en els darrers anys s’han realitzat investigacions gràcies a les quals se sap que entre altres propietats, ajuda a neutralitzar els efectes nocius dels radicals lliures preveient l’oxidació, purifica la sang, evita la formació de plaques d’ateroma, alleuja la acidesa estomacal, ajuda a fer la digestió, regula la pressió sanguínia, tonifica l’organisme, reforça el sistema immune i ajuda a prevenir l’aparició de nombroses malalties, inclòs el càncer.
Especialment ingerida com suc.
puntdesabor.com/la-magrana-rica-en-vitamines-i-propietats/
Els fruits de les Magranes de l'hort de casa. Salt (Gironès) CAT.
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Health and Vitamins.
The MAGRANA is one of those natural products that give credit to the old hypocritical advice of making our food our medicine.
And in recent years, research has been carried out, which is known as among other properties, it helps to neutralize the harmful effects of free radicals preventing oxidation, purifying blood, preventing the formation of atheroma plates, It relieves stomach acidity, helps digestion, regulates blood pressure, tones the body, strengthens the immune system and helps prevent numerous diseases, including cancer.
Especially ingested as juice.
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The fruits of the grenades in the house garden. Salt (Gironès) CAT.
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Ai je besoin d' écrire le nom de ce village accroché aux rochers de la vallée de l' Alzou ? Célèbre et pittoresque, fascinant, saisissant, grandiose et admirable , n' en jetez plus !
Rocamadour est un incontournable . Lieu de pèlerinage à la Vierge noire depuis le 11e siècle ,c 'est aujourd'hui devenu un des refuges , parmi d' autres , des marchands du Temple chassés par Jésus ! Tout se monnaye : parking, ascenseurs, promenade le long des remparts ( 2 euros ) ; multiples troncs attendant vos oboles , et pour un euro vous pourrez enfoncez un clou d' argent dans un tronc , un acte certainement religieux dont je ne me souviens même plus de la signification . C 'est le règne de la pensée magique . Ici même les amateurs de rugby ont leur propre chapelle , dite " de l' ovalie" !
Je voulais voir la Vierge noire , celle pour qui , les pélerins , dans un autre siècle, gravissaient les rampes d' accès à genoux . Je voulais voir celle pour qui Francis Poulenc composa les émouvantes Litanies pour la Vierge noire . En fin de compte je n' ai rien vu .L' entrée du sanctuaire étant réservé à la prière , le simple fait de faire la queue parmi une foule de touristes se découvrant hypocritement un appétit de mysticisme a eu raison de mon ( petit) retour de foi .
Je suis venu , j' ai vu , et je suis retourné très vite aux solitudes du Causse de Gramat où l' on tr
ouve probablement plus de ferveur religieuse dans une rustique église de village que dans la foire du "plus beau village de France" .
Do I need to write the name of this village clinging to the rocks of the Alzou valley? Famous and picturesque, fascinating, striking, grandiose and admirable, don't miss it!
Rocamadour is a must-see. A place of pilgrimage to the Black Madonna since the 11th century, it has now become one of the refuges, among others, of the merchants of the Temple driven out by Jesus! Everything is paid for: parking, lifts, walks along the ramparts (2 euros); multiple trunks waiting for your obols, and for one euro you can drive a silver nail into a trunk, an act that is certainly religious and whose meaning I don't even remember. This is the reign of magical thinking. Here even the rugby fans have their own chapel, called "of ovalie" !
I wanted to see the Black Madonna, the one for whom the pilgrims in another century climbed the ramps on their knees. I wanted to see the one for whom Francis Poulenc composed the moving Litanies for the Black Madonna. In the end I saw nothing, the entrance to the sanctuary being reserved for prayer, the simple fact of queuing among a crowd of tourists hypocritically discovering an appetite for mysticism got the better of my (small) return of faith.
I came, I saw, and I returned very quickly to the solitudes of the Causse de Gramat where one probably finds more religious fervour.
I came, I saw, and I returned very quickly to the solitudes of the Causse de Gramat where one probably finds more religious fervour in a rustic village church than in the fair of the "most beautiful village in France".
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Series: "Heroes, Villains and other Fantasies"
None of my photos are HDR or blended images, they are taken from just one shot
Sony A900 + Carl Zeiss 24-70mm + 1 flash with white umbrella + 1 flash with window + Lee filter GND8
Strobist info: A full power flash with white umbrella from right (60º) and another one with window from left (45º)
Un flash a toda potencia con paraguas blanco desde la derecha (60º) y otro con ventana desde la izquierda (45º)
Model: Erwan Le Potier
Lugar: llac de Cabanasorda, Vall d´Inclés (Soldeu - Andorra)
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MONA CALDA (pussy hot) : Allegory of the wicked woman.
She does this:
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Melbourne: This guy was protesting about the people protesting about an environmental issue - plastics and oil I think. I am not sure because the original protesting group had packed up and were leaving. He was calling the original group "a pack of hypocrites" because they were riding bicycles that used or were made from plastic and petrochemical products.
What better use for cutting down redwoods in the late 1800's than to build a fine shed to store your stuff -- gotta admit 130 plus years later it's still going strong.
And since our home, built in 1961, has an all-redwood exterior who am I to be hypocritical........
This is from the Fabing - Spanne house over on Walnut St which houses our historical society.
Santa Monica, California
Matthew 6:2
“So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full.
Green Island with Inner & Outer Islands, and the northern-most Hypocrite Island on the horizon - Captured from Ocean Point, East Boothbay, Maine
Yet several more of the hundreds of small islands visible from mainland Maine.
Note: I could have shot this with one capture at 28mm, but decided to go for max detail with a 13 (vertical) capture, 135mm composite.
1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.
6"Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.
-Matthew 7
Pro-choice and pro-life, it's all just politics. Meanwhile, I don't wish to anyone to go through abortion. It's a horrible experience. And you may - like me - never get over it. If there is a hope for you, if there is another option, please take it. I'm not a hypocrite who has no idea what she's talking about. Nor a man who will never get pregnant. No, I know. Time goes by, and it's been almost 6 years, but time doesn't cure the pain.
I don't even have the sonogram pictures. How I wish I had that at least.
It is hypocritical to tell a counselee to trust God while you lean on your own skills, effort, and rehearsed Bible knowledge. Sometimes more Bible knowledge only beads up on a hard heart, and prayer is often the only way to furrow the soil so the Word can take root. (Garrett Higbee)
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L-R: Wildog, Thea, Black Canary, Green Arrow, Spartan, Felicity, Mr.Terrific
So this season of Arrow was very good, I really liked it. So much better than season 4. The finale is possibly my favorite episode of the Arrow ever and it was definitely the best finale out of the DC shows. So anyone that gave up on this show, this season is worth the wait.
**SPOILERS**
As for the ending this whole plot was just really great. Prometheus is so smart, and this was just such a great revenge plot and very character driven. This wasn't a star city exploding finale this was about the characters we have grown with over the show. Now what I'm guessing is that not everybody is dead obviously. Malcolm is supposedly confirmed dead, captain boomerang too? (Which is upsetting cuz he hasn't ever really fought the flash or been with rouges yet) I think William's mother is dead and then we will get to see a new story that involves Oliver taking care of his son. I think a main cast memeber will have died too. I'm thinking Quentin but I honestly have no idea if they would kill another lance so quick.
Wildog: at first i was really not a fan, but I like him a lot more now. His storyline with his daughter is really compelling Andy the episode that showed his backstory was one of my favorites. His and Quentins relationship as well as Curtis's is great. He can't die yet because he hasn't connected with us enough yet. And if Quentin does die that would be a great story for him in the next season.
The fig isn't the best, his hat is inaccurate but he looked weird without it, mask was hard to do but it's growing on me the more I look at it.
Fig formula:CMF baseball torso, CMF Dino hunter lady legs, CMF trick or treater head.
Thea: She really didn't have much to do this season, she left for a while and she just has gone down hill. One of my favorite parts of season 4 was Thea and her bloodlust storyline, but that was not continued. But I am excited to see where her story goes after the "confirmed"??? Death of Malcolm. But I could see her being a death but I feel like she didn't have a big enough presence this season to have an emotional punch.
Fig formula: Scarlet witch torso, friends hair, black widow head. Superboy legs.
Black Canary: I have really liked her so far, despite not having blonde hair which really bothers me. I like that she's an actual meta human and I look forward to some greater storylines with her. She won't die, they won't kill another's black Canary after they just got a new one.
Fig Formula: Agent 13 torso, WW hair, catwoman head, black widow legs.
Green Arrow: Man I love Oliver, Stephen Amell does such a great job and his performance in the final scene was so good. I'm excited to see how he deals with taking care of William if his mother is dead. I also love the temporary team he built for the finale.
Fig Formula: Green Arrow head, torso, bootleg Artemis legs.
Spartan: Diggle hasn't really done much for me the past I'd say 2 seasons, his and lyla's relationship is always interesting but I feel like he is very hypocritical with Lyla. I really like his and Dinah's friendship. He's not dead.
Fig Formula: city torso, cyborg head, nexo Knights helmet, Ronan legs.
Felicity: Olicity is back? Idk how I feel about that. I really enjoyed her dark storyline this season with helix and I loved the episode where she worked with them against Team Arrow. There's no way she's dead.
Fig Formula: Big Bang head and torso, superboy arms
Me.Terrific: Curtis is a funny character but I feel like he is just for comic relief now, I like his t-spheres. He could die? But I doubt it.
Fig Formula: batman legs, luke cage head, cmf mad scientist arm, Harley Quinn arm, Finn hair
I have another pic coming of arrow that involves mostly villains.
But ya great season and finale.
P.S. whatever happened to Ragman? Lmao
Nature gives us an amazing amount of wonders and within her bounty we find similarities upon which we decide to have reflections and those can lead us on to further investigation with wondrous revelations. The figure created by the silhouette of The Pentland Hills is an amazing sight and she can transform her image from different positions even appearing as if she is pregnant from one vantage. Here Mono and Colour are used to give a further insight into the Sleep Skyline Figure that may have been seen as a Goddess, as Geology in transition and also held so many regards that have been given and lost even as she is found in the landscape today and will with weathering and other developments over many, many years be seen as something vastly different than she appears today.
The Pentland Hills are magnificent and here is a share of their beauty.
I have been mentioning the weather lore of, “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight,” and now the mention is still reaching into the links below.
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phhsykes@gmail.com
Pentland Hills Regional Park
Red sky at night and other weather lore
www.metoffice.gov.uk/weather/learn-about/weather/how-weat...
Matthew 16:2-3, King James Version
2 He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red.
3 And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowering. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?
Gospel of Matthew 16:2-3, King James Version.
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Nature gives us an amazing amount of wonders and within her bounty we find similarities upon which we decide to have reflections and those can lead us on to further investigation with wondrous revelations. The figure created by the silhouette of The Pentland Hills is an amazing sight and she can transform her image from different positions even appearing as if she is pregnant from one vantage. Here Mono and Colour are used to give a further insight into the Sleep Skyline Figure that may have been seen as a Goddess, as Geology in transition and also held so many regards that have been given and lost even as she is found in the landscape today and will with weathering and other developments over many, many years be seen as something vastly different than she appears today.
The Pentland Hills are magnificent and here is a share of their beauty.
I have been mentioning the weather lore of, “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight,” and now the mention is still reaching into the links below.
© PHH Sykes 2024
phhsykes@gmail.com
Pentland Hills Regional Park
Red sky at night and other weather lore
www.metoffice.gov.uk/weather/learn-about/weather/how-weat...
Matthew 16:2-3, King James Version
2 He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red.
3 And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowering. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?
Gospel of Matthew 16:2-3, King James Version.
"Beware of the risen people, ye that have harried and held,
Ye that have bullied and bribed"
This inscription is found on a wall in Kilmainham Gaol, a notorious place where the British held criminals and political prisoners. The inscription is paraphrased from Patrick Pearse's poem, "The Rebel." The full verse is:
And I say to my people's masters: Beware,
Beware of the thing that is coming,
beware of the risen people,
who shall take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people,
Or that Law is stronger than life and than men's desire to be free?
We will try it out with you, ye that have harried and held,
Ye that have bullied and bribed, tyrants, hypocrites, liars!
Patrick Pearse was held at Kilmainham Gaol for his leadership role in the Easter Rising in 1916. He was executed by firing squad in the yard of Kilmainham Gaol on May 3, 1916.
I love Flickr but trying hide my pains and really do care was think Flickr better people but I am wrong and was wrong some here just bad as Facebook but see learning disabilities not like other guy here but guess judge me, I was think we’re better than that’s guess not because like photos judge and block me guess show me like hurting other’s feeling but before condemn me open eyes and see who’s you are hurting. come here was born with love, but not come here to hates you. but like hurting think about other’s feeling just hates me with reason and sorry guess sensitive. towards me feeling like just don’t care about anyone but self and hates because just like photos. Only aim at the haters one rejected m, no matters can’t change cold hearts. I always prayers for all, so never saying was perfect but lease don’t rejected you or block liking my photos but block me liking photos block me guess out hates and a hypocrites judge me without no reason, who’s care if I hurts inside and do cry anyone don’t they lies but not lies to you?
This is an experiment. I'm interested to know what happens ...
I posted Week 84 yesterday as a reaction to my own reliance on flashes and self-portraits in general.
I said that using flashes made me a lazy photographer and that had to change. And it does, but the whole time I wasn't entirely happy with the photo so I set up something else and got this photo.
Using a flash, obviously.
So I'm being a bit of a hypocrite posting this. But I'm not posting it to replace the other photo, I'm posting it for ... an experiment. But I might replace it if I feel so inclined.
If you're interested the initial idea for this photo comes from those B-movie style clips where there's a cinema full of people with 3D glasses on.
Strobist info: Umm ... trying to remember ... SB600 centre(ish) bounced off the ceiling. I might have snooted or goboed it ... I tried with and without. There are some versions with a reflector to kill the heavy shadow but I don't think is one of them ... flash power was ... umm ... around 1/2 power I think. I know I fired it by CLS.
Aperture: f4.5 // Shutter Speed: 1/200 // ISO: 100
"i'm not a hypocrite
i'm just a piece of shit
but i can fuck around and love you if it leads to it
and i don't trust nobody
she said she wonders why she my luv bug
cause when I see her there be butterflies."
Here Paola appears in a old shed carrying a pair of baby booties with a hydraulic cart, in a metaphor about the weight - even if composed of love - of the responsibility of raising a child.
On the same diagonal line of life appears very discreetly the Darwin´s book "The Origin of Species" which reflects our dialectical-materialist view of motherhood.
The mother-to-be is heading toward the light, which is her naturally way.
She is also naked, but not completely because of boots, which also metaphorically ironizes the hypocritical view of pregnant woman.
The main focus is on the wall in the background, representing the aridity of the pregnant woman's walk.
The picture has no colors, because gestation is not a colorful phase for women, despite the male vision preaching the opposite; it is a complicated time in a woman's life, with difficulty walking, nausea, hormonal changes, medical monitoring and anxiety - both in relation to childbirth and the health of her child.
Taken early in the morning. Maybe they went out to do some fishing, but to be honest, it was actually cold and windy.
Have a great day, everyone!!
“Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.” – Hypocrites
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I wish I could just let go
Of all the memories ya know
But they're still stuck in my brain
...
I never wanted to cry
I always thought I would make it right
But now I'm stuck inside this shame instead
"Pontificating hypocrite" is what you said
When my heart breaks just a little bit I wanna drop dead
I didn't wanna concede
Or call my fantasies make-believe
Holding tightly to the task at hand
When I really should be focusing to learn and understand
But I bury all the tragedy with sand
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' to my car
I can't fucking cry in front of her
When I said forever, I meant forever, now
For the Happy Caturday group theme "Poem or book".
When we adopted Jeffrey, he already had his name.
A British friend told us about this famous poem by Christopher Smart (1722-71):
"For I will consider my Cat Jeffrey.
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having considered God and himself he will consider his neighbor.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness
he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction if he is well-fed, neither will he spit
without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of
the Children of Israel from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the dexterity of his defense is an instance of the love of God
to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord's poor, and so indeed is he called by benevolence
perpetually —Poor Jeffrey! poor Jeffrey! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeffrey is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn certain things.
For he can sit up with gravity, which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick, which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Icneumon rat, very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the electrical fire is the spiritual substance which God sends from heaven
to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, though he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.