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Hello all. Tempus fugit, eh? I thought I would put in some latin to boost my credentials as a non-xenophobe. I also anonymized this photo somewhat so as to not visit upon the residents here any politically-motivated ire.
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Two IRC spaceships, the exploratory vessel, Frigus Iustitia, and the military vessel, IRC Agatha Christie, move together at faster-than-light speed, united in a desperate mission to save a planet, and its people, from extinction!
In temporary, emergy command of the IRC Agatha Christie, Capt. Debris Jetsam orders the Quartemaster to open a communication link to her ship, Frigus Iustitia, which was stolen by an alien named, Koe Ghitatio, a self-described Tech Mentalist in service to Princess Bhonumm Durus, and who has taken control of her friend Major Scrumptious Sky.
Major Scrumptious Sky/Koe Ghitatio: (her holo image fills the forward screen) Yes, Captain?
Captain Debris Jetsam: How much longer until we reach Vhipernhal?
MSS-KG: Approximately eleven minutes.
CDJ: No wonder we haven't encountered your people before. We haven't explored this far out, in this area of space, yet.
MSS-KG: My people prefer a comfortable ... "distance" between ourselves and other species, to avoid contamination.
Quartermaster DeiPhi Ngravity: Xenophobes.
MSS-KG: Not specifically, Quartermaster. Germaphobes would be more accurate. We have refrained from in-person first contact since we inadvertently unleashed a plague on another planet. It decimated their population before our scientists found a cure. Our profound guilt has made us abundantly cautious regarding physical proximity.
CDJ: What about the scientists you kidnapped?
MSS-KG: They are being kept in strict quarantine.
Pilot: Quartermaster! Three alien ships approaching!
MSS-KG's holo-image suddenly shares the screen with the images of three ships, moving toward them, in formation.
MSS-KG: (rises from the captain's chair) Those are Royal Vhipernhal fighters, Pips! Let me try to talk to them!
CDJ doesn't correct the use of her nickname as MSS-KG begins to speak in a strangely flute-like sounding language that the crews' embedded comm links can't translate, since the language isn't in their databanks. When she pauses, reciprocal sounds come back to her, followed by a bright blast of energy from one of the fighters, and MSS-KG sways on her feet.
MSS-KG: They don't believe that I am who I say I am, Pips. King Durus has commanded the fleet to destroy any hostile alien ships that try to retrieve the scientists!
CDJ: Quartermaster! Weapons!
QDPN: Weapons! Aye!
MSS-KG: You're going to destroy them?
CDJ: Koe, you told me Major Sky is in there, with you?
MSS-KG: Yes, she is.
CDJ: Then have her tell you the story about the Vanishing Act, and be ready on my mark. Quartermaster?
QDPN: (with a grim smile) Ready to disappear on your orders, Captain.
MSS-KG: (looks alarmed) Pips, Captain Jetsam, are you absolutely sure about this? It seems, reckless?
CDJ: Oh, it's almost suicidal, which is why it's against regs. (the Agatha Christie is fired upon) Guess that's why I've never been given a military command. (gives QDPN a wink) Let's give them a show to remember.
QDPN: All hands! Vanish!
MSS-KG: All hands! Vanish! (she closes her eyes)
From the perspective of the Vhipernhal fighters, the two IRC ships break away from them, swiftly circling back, and firing repeatedly. Although several shots rock the three ships, a sudden miscalculation being the IRC ships into direct line of fire with each other!
There is a massive explosion of light -- and when visibility returns to the fighters, all that remains is minute debris of the two ships.
CDJ: Koe, you can open your eyes, now. Well, you can open Major Sky's eyes.
MSS-KG: (opens her eyes and looks surprised) We're alive!
CDJ: Although I'm sure your Royal fighters don't think so.
QDPN: There is no sign that the enemy fighters are pursuing.
CDJ: And how long until we reach Vhipernhal?
QDPN: Three minutes. We should be able to get a visual.
CDJ: Let's see it.
MSS-KG's image suddenly shares the screen with a simulation of Vhipernhal, and CDJ can't help gasping.
CDJ: What is that?
MSS-KG: That is what is killing us.
MSS-KG is sharing the forward screen with a distant image of Vhipernhal, and a rich, red miasma stretches through space, enveloping half of the rotating planet.
MSS-KG: Captain Jetsam, I will send your pilot the coordinates of a derelict space station orbiting my planet. We can conceal the presence of our ships there, and vee to the surface, near the palace.
CDJ: Quartermaster, take us in.
(Theme music)
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Major Scrumptious Sky/Koe Ghitatio: Bailey
Captain Debris Jetsam: Teddi
Frigus Iustitia Crewmember One: Arctic
Frigus Iustitia Crewmember Two: Teddi
photo google images
My ass like an atlas globe
Fears the racist and the xenophobe
Visible when I disrobe
Countries I have not visited
Mysteries I have yet to probe
My life unrevealed
Hidden in a microbe
Treated like shit
By a racist English poet
I could end up as an Anglophobe
Grange
South Australia
The title was suggested by my brother to describe this beached jellyfish lit by the setting sun in all of its alien beauty. Sometimes fascination and fear occur together and all things so alien, still elicit the xenophobe in me.
On a dreary, sopping-wet afternoon, CN/IC GP38-2 9568 leads CN L523, the Neenah-Kaukauna turn, across downtown Appleton, Wisconsin's main thoroughfare, College Avenue, with cars for industries in Little Chute and woodchips for the pulp mills in Kaukauna.
For what it's worth, Appleton is the hometown of more famous (or infamous) figures than its modest size might suggest- illusionist Harry Houdini, Brad Smith (of Microsoft fame), historical xenophobe asshole Joe McCarthy and prolific actor Willem Dafoe, among many others, including sports, political, and literary personalities.
xen·o·phobe /ˈzɛnəˌfoʊb, ˈzinə-/ Pronunciation[zen-uh-fohb, zee-nuh-] n
–noun a person who fears or hates foreigners, strange customs, etc
Taken for the Monthly Scavenger Hunt category xenophobe.
I could not imagine being xenophobic! Always looking in your rear view mirror, afraid of what other types of people are around, and what they are doing. I personally don't like this category! I feel like it has the potential to be racial.
a very beautiful species of rat-controlling snake sadly threatened with extermination by the conservation xenophobes whose black and white approach to introduced species would make a fascist blush. London, in situ. (Sadly I didn't have the d850 with me, so this isn't the best quality but the exquisite nature of the snake makes up for that.)
An Indian Doll seen in the Heard Museum, Phoenix, Arizona.
Xenophobe - One who has an unreasonable fear, distrust or hatred of strangers, foreigners or anything perceived to be foreign or different.
a very beautiful species of rat-controlling snake sadly threatened with extermination by the conservation xenophobes whose black and white approach to introduced species would make a fascist blush. London, in situ. (Sadly I didn't have the d850 with me, so this isn't the best quality but the exquisite nature of the snake makes up for that.)
on all bigots, homophobes, racists, anti-semites, fascists, tyrants, republicans, imperialists, oppressors, elitists, hypocrites, misogynists, xenophobes, extremists, and all other haters.
may you find *all the love* that you need!
© Danny B!
God was crying. A racist, fascist, xenophobe and 12 year-old Twitter troll took the highest office in the land.
Ça aucun rapport avec la photo mais ces jours ci au Québec, j'entends beaucoup de commentaires xénophobes et racistes, y compris dans ma famille, sur les musulmans et ça me dégoute.
No link with my new photo but these days in Québec, i hear a lot of racism and xenophobia, even in my family, about muslim people...and it makes me throw up.
Wait, wait... are those Trump's bad hair plugs exploding? Could be! Oh well, hair today, gone tomorrow. I think I see his scowling, hateful mug! The man is always pandering to the back country xenophobes. Among the string of Christmas light action shots I promised is this brand new obscene shot. I am not sure why we need another chump of the billionaire class driving a stake into the poor and middle class. I need to wrap up my Christmas lights and get ready for Christmas.
I found some of the better Christmas light spots on Fordham on a newspaper article. I hope that you will do experiments while the lights are still up. This is from the other night. It was a good night in Logtown at a couple of other spots. This Christmas zoom-spin is a good one. This had no lighted figures in the frame and was an easier edit.
I scanned my current lights directory and found over two hundred files but that is JPG and RAW files; of course, JPGs are not usable. I was looking for the very best of the snaps and immediately found this new one and worked on a fitting title. This take is another shaky spin-zoom that took 1.6 seconds on my tele 70-200 zoom. I wonder what a 3 second exposure would look like? The zoom was started at 200mm as I pressed the shutter. It's best to plan and practice any extraordinary action!
The zoom increases at the perimeter of the frame and the jiggles are usually interesting most of the time. The jiggles are mostly due to using the long lens without the viewfinder during the exposure. Jiggles are often the best effect when hand holding the exposure. The zoom begets unavoidable as well as intentional jiggles which really add to the action. These are just Christmas lights which usually prove to be the best and most controllable action subjects. I have abandoned trying action on tripod or even monopod views of the Christmas lights. Strap your seat belt on, reality is highly overrated. Right wing politician pollution is highly overrated.
Built in 1902, this Renaissance Revival-style building was constructed to house the First National Bank of Latonia, and was the longtime historical home of the Latonia Post Office during the early-to-mid 20th Century.
The building was also the home of Charles Bernard Schoborg’s cobbler shop in the early 20th Century, where a listening device was planted and private conversations between several native-born American citizens of German ancestry, Charles Bernard Schoborg, Matt Felton, Herman Rawe, Charles Wagner, J. C. Masten, Johannes H. Kruse, and Henry Feltman, were spied on by members of the Citizens Patriotic League in 1918, leading to the arrest of the innocent men on charges of sedition, and all seven were sent to prison on trumped-up charged and flimsy evidence, though were later pardoned once the anti-German hysteria had died down. The perpetrators of this injustice, including ringleaders Stephen Blakely and Harvey Myers, were never held accountable for their actions, even though it ruined the lives of all men accused of sedition, and the perpetrators, whom were involved in many criminal acts of violence, terror, and intimidation against innocent citizens of German ancestry during the time period, never had the community stand up against them. The community was too cowardly to stand up to this mob of thuggish ultra-nationalist xenophobes, despite the targeting of three prominent local German citizens, whom had helped build Latonia into a thriving early 20th Century commercial and residential community, and seemed to want to forget about the whole incident after the fact, even after the true colors and true character of these people had become known.
The building features a hipped roof, cornice with festoons, red brick exterior, flemish gables, gothic and roman arched window openings, replacement windows, quoin trim at the second-story windows, stone piers at the base with thin arches above, an octagonal corner turret with a convexly caved roof, flanked by two clocks dating to the period in which the building was a bank, hipped dormers, stone belt coursing at the sill line of the second-story windows, stone window trim, multiple commercial spaces on the first floor, and apartments on the second floor.
The building was modified with renovations in the 1950s, covering the original base cladding with aluminum siding, and then in the 1980s, with the restoration of the stone piers and creation of the present stucco arches above. The building was used as a bank was home to the First National Bank of Latonia until it merged with the First National Bank of Covington in 1963, after which it became a branch of the First National Bank of Covington, and operated as a bank branch location, becoming a branch of the People’s Liberty Bank during the 1980s, which eventually closed this branch in favor of a location with more parking and a drive-through teller window, and the bank itself being merged with a larger bank in the time since then.
The building is a contributing structure in the Ritte’s Corner Historic District, listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1987.
Donald: "Wheee, I'$e Da Man Now!
Donald donned the garb, now, he da man!!"
WATCH OUT: Y'all know about the de rigueur second part of this physical pantomime--where he projects his pelvis forward and says '"HERE TAKE THIS!!!"
Wow, the rigged electoral system worked, for him!!
Pssst, by the time he leaves(?) he will be the first trillionaire in the world.
More factions and stuff...
Also, I wrote up a backstory that combines a couple of ideas, you guys should check it out-
My basic idea for the backstory, if you have suggestions please elaborate-
In 2002 a routine signal sent out by NASA received a response....
The response was a request to land. Unbeknownst to earth, the were a number of ships in orbit, appearing to be no more technologically advanced then theirs. The “Urags”, a rough translation of what they introduced themselves by, were allowed clearance to land in the Atlantic Ocean around 100 miles east of D.C.
During the first encounter between Urags and humans, the humans were greeted with humanoid creatures, looking to be slightly reptilian. The ambassadors, clad in suits were hospitable and peaceful, and were welcomed into the United States. For the most part they were accepted, but a handful of xenophobes were strongly opposed to such measures.
Later, in a direct address to the President, the Urags explained their arrival. Due their dwindling gene-pool and sudden sterility, they had come to earth as a desperate plea for help. With the dawn off the Urags, (also respectfully called off-worlders), many conflicts around the world ceased on the recent circumstances. Approximately 2.1 million Urags were guaranteed asylum in the US, Russia, Britain, and other members of the UN.
15 years later (2017)-
Urag “half-breeds” or have begun appearing as early as 2005, and for an unknown reason, have accelerated growth. This sparks outrage in many, speifically human religious groups. However, earth itself has been going through a political revolution, with almost all standing armies being replaced by Military Contractors and mercenaries.
Skip forward 2 more years (2019)-
The Urag religion, and some of its principles anger many. The more radical sects of earth’s 3 monotheistic religions declare a “Holy War” against the Off-Worlders.
On January 1st 2020, Mercenaries from the corrupt megacorpation, ARMCORE, or just CORE, back Radicals in an all out assault of the Urags. They destroy places of worship and brutally murder much of the clergy. The uprising of intolerance causes the once-peaceful Urags to use violence. The Urags threaten to activate their destructive weaponry against the earth....
July 2020-
Despite Urag threats, ARMCORE declares all out war, and with its high-stake in the US government they are forced to join the fray. This prompts the Urags to activate their weapons and send much of the world into a nearly apocalyptic state....
So, with that, the factions I have come up with are so-
ARMCORE- A corrupt megacorpation which provides troops and weapons to anti-Urag opposition.
Urag Church- Encompasses approximately a third of all Urag forces, they dislike humans but will collaborate with some factions.
"The Glorious"- Facist Urag faction content with killing of the entire human race. They are brutal and effective, and have been nicknamed "Space Nazis".
(name pending)- A large mercenary army, trained in peacekeeping, contains both Urags and humans. They are trying to preserve earth, at the cost of having to fight both sides of the conflict...(AKA the good guys/the new USDF)
Oh, and for all you haters, this isn't USDF, im not trying to restart USDF, as much as I am attempting to create a new theme, with as good a story line and group input as possible.
Just a slice of a new world that has come upon us and especially the provincial state of Minnesota. Not all people are quite happy about the unstoppable change . . . and I venture to say that many of those xenophobes would say, "Let them eat lefse." What a horrible fate!
© All rights reserved. A low-res, flatbed scan of a 6x7 (2 1/4 x 2 3/4 inch) transparency
Yes, you are on the right photostream! You see: I am not actually that big of a xenophobe, after all.
Seriously, from a great shoot with MattyD90 and Cole, we came across these two sisters from back east thoroughly enjoying the sight of the low fog coming in through the Golden Gate and flirting with the bridge.
I've met, however briefly, people from all over the known world up on Conzelman Road and similar places. It is yet another unforeseen benefit of being obsessed with photography.
I thank these two for the shot and you for your interest and support!
If "dramatic" seascapes are more your thing, try one upload back. Thanks!
Week No: 24
Theme: Inspired by your own country
Category: Creative
I am labelled and Anglophone, despite not having any English heritage in my family tree, due my first language being English. As such, I relate most with being a Canadian. I live in Quebec, which is the only reason my linguistic predilection matters in relation to this topic, and here the vast majority of my neighbours are francophones. They relate most strongly to their linguistic group which is centered on their province and which they see as a distinct nation within Canada's Confederation. This coming weekend is the biggest holiday of the year for Francophones, Fête Nationale du Québec, as it is currently known, or Fête de la Saint-Jean-Baptiste, as it is more traditionally refereed to by most Quebecois. The difference between my national identity and that of most of my neighbours is that one is as likely to see the fleur de lys flying as a maple leaf in this province. It isn't always easy to be an anglo in Quebec but, my experience is that most people here are more cosmopolitan than my anglophone compatriots in the rest of Canada when considered proportionately. That is not to deny that Quebec has its fair share of xenophobes and red necks. Those people are small minded and possess big mouths making their effect seem disproportionately larger than it truly is on the society as a whole. Thankfully, the inverse seems to be true of the small minded and equally bigotted population of anglos in the rest of Canada. So, for this week's topic, I chose to identify with the flag of my region as a unique semi-autonomous nation within Canada. I believe Canada is stronger with Quebec fiscally, intellectually, culturally, and spiritually. Quebec tempers our Canadian identity and keeps us from becoming to much like our American neighbours or our Aussie cousins. We are far less overtly and blindly nationalistic. We are more compassionate and, maybe, more introspective due to our need to communicate as a nation with a dualistic cultural structure with one nation. So, while I would have loved to explore this topic with some sort of composite creation, time is run out for me and I will offer up this image for the theme. It is a flag given to our German exchange student by his classmates (all of whom attend English school due to historic, constitutionally guaranteed rights) as a going away present on the eve of his graduation ceremony. Each student wrote a small note to him on the flag as a memento of his time here among us.
For the record, I would note that I think nationalism is an vitriolic 19th century concept that really needs to be tossed out. It seems to only build walls, create tension, and justify ignorance or worse. With our world on the verge of a crisis that could decimate all of humanity, isn't it time we put nationalism aside in the best interest of all humanity? Isn't it time for a 21st century response to 19th century ills?
Barbary, Cartea Negra, Tsunami, Enola Gay, Kamikaze, Valkiries, Fatwah, Globalization, Police brutality, Death row, Guernica, Dolly clone, Snuff films, Cannibalism, Les Racines du Mal, Shoah, Big Brother, BZ, Tchernobyl, Anthrax, Hooligans, Apartheid, Klu Klux Klan, Taliban, Mafia, Land mines, Pollution, Famine, Torture, Xenophobe, Pandemonium, Oil Spills, Electric chair, Alcatraz, Attila, Mercenaries, Radioactivity, Collateral loss, Universal, Cut throats, War, Murder, Jezabel, Bethlehem, Apocalypse, Madness, Rape
Cataclysm, Samsary, BSE, Barbary, Bombs, Torpedos, Nuclear, Traffic jams, Schizophrenic, Donald Trump, Concentration camps, Heartless, Prestige, Zyklon B, Napalm, Vicious, Debris
Lullaby, Fairy Tales, Spiritual, Harmonies, Maternal, Honey, Poetry, Feathers, Meditation, Avalokiteshvara, Peace, Caress, Honesty, Muse, Martin Luther King, Relief
Gardian Angel / G20 / Cain and Abel, Birth / Death, Essence / Camouflage, Natural / Clonage, Aphrodite / Attila, Gandhi / Generals, Tenderness /
Versus
Combat, Paramilitary, Clonee, Refugee Camps, Chains and Guns, Whips and pain, Identifies, Immolation, Attacks, Carpet Bombs, Biological, Chemical, Genocide, Amputees, Catastrophes, Crualty, Dictator, Insane, Victims, Poverty, Heartbreak, Factories, OGM, Handcuffs, Horrid traps, Massacres, Lapidation, Four Quarters, Hell on Earth, Homeless, Fire Blaze, Jezabel
Barbary, Destroy, Futile, Despair, Cataclysm, NRA, Uranium, BSE, Bombs, Tropedos, Nuclear, Traffic Jams, Schizophrenic, Concentration Camps, Heartless, Prestige, Zyklon B, Napalm, Vicious, White Hate
Tea Branch of Grand Old Party's choice, @#&*~%###*!!!!
Very seriously folks: Every nation has the government it deserves. AND YOU ARE GOING TO GET THEM!
(But remember: Every invocation of a “real America” always includes this subtext: that there are other Americans who are not real, who count for less and deserve less.)
Him: "I told you you can't take my photo without my permission!"
Me: "I'm in public! On a public sidewalk!"
Him: "Well, (if you) publish my photo, I'll sue you!"
Well then, the ball's in your court...
What I find fascinating about the whole incident is that this person works for a production company and as we were having this "discussion" his crew were busy filming people, on a public sidewalk. The irony was lost on Mr. "you can't take my photo without my permission" and apparently also lost on the officer (SDPD Badge # 6398) who thought that I needed a permit to shoot photos on the street, and when I pointed out to him the seriousness of the issue and the fact that we are talking about my first amendment rights and the fact that I can shoot anything I see in public, the officer kept on laughing in my face. When I asked him if he finds this matter "funny", he told me he "smiles a lot..." and forced me on the sidewalk away from him because "you can't be here" just to invite the entire filming crew to stand in the exact spot. I hope the seargent I spoke to about the incident helped wiped that idiotic smile off the officer's face and explained to him that despite being paid by the production crew he has the same right to protect MY rights, as the production crew's rights.
The jerk on the right works for One Potato Two Potato, Gordon Ramsey's production company. I find it funny that someone that works for a foreign led productions staff (British) and a renowned British chef, could be such a homophobe and xenophobe, yelling "you're not from here, fag!" (after hearing my accent) as if it has anything to do with anything.
Well, like I said earlier, I PUBLISHED your photo (taken on a public sidewalk, in public view). Now what?!
Ring, Ring!
- Hello Bluebird on Krrr´s communicator, he is kind of not able to take your call, can he call you back later?
- Hello college it is me Gray, his girlfriend and better half why have you got Krrr´s phone? what is all the noise? sound like you are at a concert! Hey are you two doing naughty stuff behind my back, I thought I could trust you and your wife, how is she gonna take it?
- Calm Down Dear Miss Gray! there is nothing going on between us‚ I love my wife and you know it...
- But-but, why, how, I don´t understand, tell me? is that a champagne cork going off or am I imagining things? don´t let Krrr drink any champagne he is pregnant it my harm his egg!
- Oh really, are you expecting, congratulations!
...I will explain, Krrr Came by your work today, you where still out on a mission and he said that he could´t wait, since he had just been the years recipient of The filthy rich Bones annual reward for artist of a non-human nature he couldn´t wait for you so He asked me to tag along... Really cool, I like it here at the club, you should see it from the inside, most of the lodge or palace is underground, filled with marble satin and luxury you feel like you are in the old courts of 20 century Europe!
- Hey Wait isn´t that the Club Mr. Krrr just called: "the inbreed white human male club of inbreed rich human who think they are nobility" the other week...
- He, He yeah he might have said that, but as a prize laureate will be a free member for life and he gets 50.000 credits once a year as a form of artist support...
- But those people are not allowing Aliens, women and droids to be members they are sexist xenophobe pigs rolling around in gold!
- Well actually they allowed Aliens and females to be members years ago, droids are still prohibited from joining even if their income is above 6 quintillions a year... they are allowed as servants though!
But really Krrr have had a great time here talking about his background with JPM junior, Donald Ace and all the exiled royals, they loved to hear him talk about his upbringing "down Under" the maze, most of these guys don´t ever get down there in a lifetime...
- But they will laugh at him behind his back, he will make a fool out of himself... they a filthy rich and as nasty as they are rich... Take him away from there!
- Too late he is up there right now receiving the price right now... gotta hang up, I need my hands now, we are expected to applause him now, come over the Cords are G344,45 J882.65
Ciao!
Moscow, Russia, 27/05/2007.
A gay activist waves a banner in front of riot police just before being arrested at Moscow's second attempted Gay Pride parade. The parade had already been banned by Moscow Mayor Yuri Luzhkov on the grounds that it would provoke violence, but gay activists attempted to demonstrate in defiance of the ban, and many were beaten by counter demonstrators and arrested by police.
I had to break my snow series and regroup. I have been spending a lot of time on another project but had to sideline everything for a Trump break after his spectacular week in the lowlight. Wait, wait... don't tell me! I KNEW Trump's mouth would get him into big trouble as he galloped his mouth into the sunset! Could it be! Didn't even need bait. Don't you dare pactice catch and release when you could up your family's DHA fish oil fat content, big time on one swelled dope. Watch all your fingers when this one is eating.
I thought we just got rid of one orange man; one down, one to go! I remember him yelping about Rubio being an anchor baby. Fair enough. If Rubio is just that, The Donald is certainly the premier US anchor husband. Imported wives, imported dirt cheap undocumented labor. Just look at this scowling, hateful mug! The man is always pandering to the back country xenophobes drumming up the hate vote.
I scanned Trump pix and could not let this big .JPG lie. Boy can ever contort himself into being even uglier without saying any thing. I wonder where the transplant surgeons ever found the bad orange hair plugs. No wonder the folks in his mom's UK home town apologized for that export!
Whoo boy, this series happened rapidly and who would disagree with TRump's goals for the US of A. There seems no end of fodder coming from this fop. If you see the T-Rump with this ball cap stuffing away his plugged, bad orange hair and you are a woman, stand back. He is about to grope everything in sight! Watch those little bitty appendages when you see this look in TRump's eyes. I understand that he can regenerate appendages like his tail should you cut them off. Snakes don't have tails, they ARE tails. This is the REAL Jabba the Hutt! Stand back, we don't know what this thing is gonna do next. If you decided to grope him back, would you need tweezers?
What's his - is his to grope. What's yours - is his to grope. He just tweeted, "They just took my shackles off!" Free at last! Free at last! God-a-mighty free at last to push the TRump brand! I suspect the righties simply cut him loose. Better back away from this thing - the bed bug that groped Cincinnati. What if he gropes the nukes? Could he hit the button? That's right, a gropester in every home and one in every garage. I had to break my aspen series and regroup to document this never ending saga. I have been spending a lot of time on other projects but had to sideline everything for a Trump break after his spectacular week. I always wonder what would happen if someone groped his daughter, Tiffany. Hell hath no fury like an orange man scorned.
You KNEW Trump's would continually get himself into big trouble but did you think that he could actually get everyone in a campaign rally groped! This guys gonna explode. If he can't have this country, will he take his toys and rip into another nation?
I thought we just got rid of one orange man; one down, one to go! I remember him yelping about Rubio being an anchor baby. Fair enough. If Rubio is just that, The Donald is certainly the premier US anchor husband. Imported wives, imported dirt cheap undocumented labor. Imported Chinese junk. Just look at this mug! The man is always pandering to the back country xenophobes and drumming up the hate vote. This is nothing but repeated history from 8 decades ago.
I scanned Trump pix and could not let this wonderful JPG alone when this concept hit me like a brick magnet. This guy is a tomato magnet! Everyone is doing it. Boy can he ever contort himself into being ugly without saying a thing. I wonder where the transplant surgeons ever found those bad orange hair plugs. Were they grown in their labs? No wonder the folks in his mom's UK home town apologized to the US for that export! Few people still believe what they see... TRump and disPence, otherwise.
Humbles mais heureuses demeures des pêcheurs de Claddagh. Galway, Irlande 1903.
Titre à vomir ! C'est vrai que personnellement moi cela me donne envie d’être humble et heureux en voyant cette cour d'habitations de pécheurs emplis de détritus, même des pierres !
La tâche des mômes est elle d'y mettre de l'ordre. Du tissu, des vêtements et pleins de choses non identifiées ! Ramené avant trie avec la charrette en arrière-plans ? Trouvé sur la plage ? Aucun animal, reniflant le butin. À vomir je vous dis ! Et je reste effectivement humble devant cette horrible ( typique ? ) stereviews....
« L’Irlande a été marquée, comme l’Europe en général, par une très forte
émigration. Le point de départ n’est pas la Grande Famine de 1845-1849.
Puisque entre 1815 et 1845 déjà, presque un million de personnes quittent
l’Irlande. Le développement d’un champignon, responsable du pourrissement des
récoltes de pommes de terre (principale ressource alimentaire de la population)
pendant trois années consécutives, contribue à l'intensification de ces flux.
L’émigration est pour beaucoup d’Irlandais la seule alternative à la malnutrition
et aux épidémies qu’il entraîne. Si les migrations irlandaises sont plus précoces que celles de leurs homologues
européens, la destination privilégiée apparaît la même : les États-Unis (80 %
contre 20 % pour la Grande-Bretagne, l’Australie et les colonies britanniques).
Les facteurs d'émigration sont tout autant caractéristiques : au-delà de la
pénurie alimentaire, la forte fécondité a renforcé un mouvement causé par le
retard industriel des villes irlandaises : l’exode rural se transforme en émigration
vers des villes étrangères en plein essor.
Après un voyage éprouvant, la plupart s’installent dans les grandes villes de la
côte Est et constituent un prolétariat employé aux tâches les plus pénibles et les
moins rémunérées. Pays de tous les espoirs, les États-Unis sont loin de
constituer un Eldorado pour les immigrés tant l’intégration des Irlandais aux
États-Unis suscite des réactions xénophobes de la part des natifs (en raison de
différences culturelles, notamment religieuses). Si certains peuvent même revendiquer une belle réussite sociale, le lien entre la diaspora irlando-américaine et le pays d’origine reste fort. »
S:
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Humble but happy homes of the Claddagh fisher-folk. Galway, Ireland 1903
Title to vomit! Humble and happy; happy to be humble or humble even with their happiness? It is true that personally it makes me want to be humble and happy by seeing this course of dwellings of sinners filled with rubbish even of stones!
The task of the kids is to put in order . Fabric, clothes and many unidentified things! Brought back before sorts with the wagon in the background? Found on the beach? No animals, sniffing the loot. To vomit I tell you! And I actually remain humble before this horrible ( typical? ) stereviews....
« Ireland, like Europe in general, was marked by a very strong
emigration. The starting point is not the Great Famine of 1845-1849.
Since between 1815 and 1845 already, almost one million people leave
Ireland. The development of a fungus, responsible for the decay of
potato harvests (the main food resource of the population)
for three consecutive years, contributes to the intensification of these flows.
Emigration is for many Irish the only alternative to malnutrition
and the epidemics it causes. If Irish migration is earlier than that of their counterparts
The preferred destination appears to be the same: the United States (80%)
against 20% for Great Britain, Australia and the British colonies).
The factors of emigration are equally characteristic: beyond the
food shortage, high fertility has reinforced a movement caused by the
industrial backwardness of Irish cities: rural exodus turns into emigration
towards booming foreign cities.
After a difficult journey, most of them settled in the big cities of the
East coast and constitute a proletariat employed to the most painful tasks and the
countries of all hopes, the United States is far from
the integration of the Irish into the
The United States provokes xenophobic reactions on the part of the natives (due to
cultural differences, including religious differences). If some may even
to claim a great social success, the link between the Irish diaspora-
America and the country of origin remains strong. »
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Before jumping into a discussion of the architecture seen here, it's worth pointing out the old bilingual street signs in the lower right of the photo.
Some people in the US believe incorrectly that we are or should be a homogenous society, and so become quite distressed when that idea is challenged. Language is so fundamental to identity that some Americans have limited tolerance for languages other than English in the public sphere. That's not unique to the US; consider Quebec's protracted fight to keep its French signage free from contamination by the English language.
In any case, the name on the top gives the street's name in Finnish:
A L E K S A N T E R I N K A T U.
Below that , the name appears in Swedish:
A L E X A N D E R S G A T A N
One of the interesting things about this phenomenon is that "From the late 13th century, Finland gradually became an integral part of Sweden through the crusades and the Swedish part-colonisation of coastal Finland, a legacy reflected in the prevalence of the Swedish language and its official status." That ended formally in long-ago 1808, when Finland became a Grand Duchy within the Russian Empire.
Here we are, 210 years later, yet Sweden still occupies part of Finland, at least linguistically.
In contrast, some Americans are terribly put out that there are Latinos in the so-called American Southwest. I say "so-called," because another name for this vast area, other than Aztlán, is Northern Mexico. That's what those sun-filled lands were until 170 years ago.
Thus,some linguistic forbearance is in order in the Southwest, at the very least. However, intolerance of "racial," ethnic, and linguistic differences led the xenophobes in the Arizona legislature to ban a Mexican-American studies program in public schools, if you can imagine such a thing.
Fortunately, a federal judge couldn't, recognized it for the grotesquerie it was, and in 2017 ruled that:
"[T[he state violated the constitutional rights of Mexican American students by eliminating a successful Mexican American studies program, saying officials 'were motivated by racial animus' and were pushing 'discriminatory ends in order to make political gains.' "
www.washingtonpost.com/news/answer-sheet/wp/2017/08/23/ar...
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Getting back to this photo, the botanical motifs on either side of our grotesque tell us the building's design is influenced by a new trend in Finnish architecture, the National Romantic style.
There are touches of Jugenstil (Art Nouveau) but the style also "expressed progressive social and political ideals, through reformed domestic architecture. Designers turned to early medieval architecture and even prehistoric precedents to construct a style appropriate to the perceived character of a people."
"The style can be seen as a reaction to industrialism and an expression of the same 'Dream of the North' nationalism that gave impetus to renewed interest in the eddas and sagas."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Romantic_style
It's sheer luck that lets me say this is the "facade of the Pohjola Insurance Building, Helsinki by Gesellius, Lindgren, and Saarinen, [1901]"
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Architecture_of_Finland#Late_Grand_...
Depuis 1794, l'atelier de moulage de la Réunion des Musées Nationaux fabrique des reproductions d'oeuvres d'art pour les musées.
Il peut ainsi réaliser des copies de sculptures trop usées pour être exposées. Ses copies permettent également de montrer dans d'autres pays des sculptures qui ne quittent jamais leur musée d'origine.
L'atelier réalise aussi les bustes de Marianne qui trônent dans les mairies. Il est le seul habilité à les fabriquer.
www2.assemblee-nationale.fr/decouvrir-l-assemblee/patrimo...
culturebox.francetvinfo.fr/sites/default/files/assets/ima...
Moscow, Russia, 27/05/2007.
Richard Fairbrass, of British pop group Right Said Fred, is attacked and beaten by Russian nationalists before being arrested by police at Moscow's second attempted Gay Pride parade. The parade had already been banned by Moscow Mayor Yuri Luzhkov on the grounds that it would provoke violence, but gay activists attempted to demonstrate in defiance of the ban, and many were beaten by counter demonstrators and arrested by police.
If you see T-Rump, alias The Mouth, look like this, stand back or you could easily get spit upon as he spews... or worse, get groped. He has good range even with his little appendages. I know of the various reports of his small appendages but apparently, he can reach some of them with his lips. Whew, auto-eroticism! This was captured at the very moment when he told the fat Miss Universe to put on the girdle. He had already barged into the contestants' dressing room unannounced. Whoa - too many witnesses! I think that I see a bespangled costume in the distance. Hell, I was never invited into the dressing room but I was getting paid to cover the life of the gropester. Unfortunately, I got stuffed when I presented my bill. When, if ever, he retrieves another breath, he is very likely to vacuum up everything in the room! Chairs, "rugs," hanging costumes, bikinis, et all. Implants. Watch your fingers when you see this. Jabba the Hutt hath met his match with TRump! That lower lip could swallow his entire face!
The Don is clearly unshackled! Free at last! Free at last! Better back away from this maw - the herrlipp that swallowed Cinncinati. What if he swallowed all the nukes; would he blow? I set my camera on rapid fire to catch this shot of him spewing the venom from his plastic face. I had to break my autumn series and regroup to document this never-ending spectacle. This Don is the gift that keeps on grifting... and groping. I have been spending a lot of time on other projects but had to sideline everything for a Trump break after another of his spectacular weeks in the lowlife. The T-Rump even enjoyed a lot more of his gropes. One thing that is certain about Herr Lipp is his folder of lawyers. I'll probably get sued along with all his gropees. He should have studied the Cosby technique: the DRUGS go into the TARGET!
You KNEW Trump would continually get himself into big trouble but did you think of what he actually stuffs in that mouth, a truly gaping maw, and how it got him in so much trouble at the Trough n' Brew! One little bit for me and everything else for the Trumpetster. This guy's gonna explode. A lot of people believe what he says. Many more people believe someone when they reveal who they actually are. After all, what did the blacks "have to lose" when applying for a lease from TRump and his pops. At least Woody Guthrie was white and allowed into his apartment before the big rip. The TRump decisions to lease were made depending upon the "C" box on the form. What isn't a lie when this jackass brays?
I thought we just got rid of one orange man; one down, one to go! I remember him yelping about Rubio being an anchor baby. Fair enough. If Rubio is just that, The Donald is certainly the premier US anchor husband. Imported Chinese sales junk, imported wives, imported dirt cheap undocumented labor. Just look at this mug on his toot buzz! The man is always pandering to the back country xenophobes and drumming up the hate vote. This is nothing but repeated history from 8 decades ago.
I scanned though all the Trump pix and could not let this JPG alone. Everyone is doing it. Boy can he ever contort himself into being ever uglier without saying a thing or getting edited. I wonder where the transplant sturgeons ever found those bad orange Herr plugs. Were they growing bad orange hair plugs in their lab? No wonder the folks in his mom's UK home town apologized to the US for that export! Few people still believe what they see... TRump and disPence, otherwise. I understand that Indianians are among the most greatful.
... Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?
All the wants you waste
All the things you've chased
And it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger, but there's no one around
Just want one thing, just to play the king
But the castle crumbled and you're left with just a name
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
Where's your crown?
...
Lyrics by Ulrich/Hetfield/Hammett
God = good vs. Devil = evil
I know, the words are not related and it's just a neat coincidence that they are so similar, with only one letter difference on each side. But this dichotomy summarises a certain world view nicely.
Many people think the difference between religious people and atheists is that the former believe in God and the latter don't. Although this is true I don't think it is the point. If the question about the existence of God were that important there would be much less conflict between the different religious groups. But there is much more disagreement between and within the religions than between believers and atheists. And whereas the former conflicts are often violent the latter is mostly just a theoretical argument. Militant Muslims, Christians, Jews and Buddhists mostly kill, torture and maim other religious people, rarely atheists. Most victims of jihad are themselves Muslims.
If there were a scientific proof of the existence of God it would not change a thing, even for atheists. It's a bit like knowing that the answer to the meaning of life is 42, it doesn't say anything. In the 1980s famous German playboy Gunter Sachs published a scientific proof that the zodiac circle has a statistically significant impact on human life. But even though I couldn't find any mistake in his methodology I didn't start reading my horoscope. It changed nothing. Kurt Gödel apparently produced a proof of the existence of God towards the end of his career but it didn't even change the mind of the few people who understood it. These proofs say nothing about God but only show the powers and limitations of scientific (Sachs) and logical (Gödel) reasoning. It's like saying "42".
Whether someone believes in God or not doesn't depend on rigorous reasoning or logical conclusions. Religious people believe in God because they were educated to do so and feel obliged. Or they feel at home in a religious community. Or they can't bear the thought of death being the end of everything. Or they find consolation in the idea of a higher being that cares for them and hears their prayers. It's not that a systematic proof of the existence of God convinced them. Likewise, when I decided to reject the beliefs of my parents and to become an atheist it was not because I read Russell or Dawkins - that came much later. It was because I felt uncomfortable with the thought of someone watching and judging me permanently and wanting to be honoured and praised all the time. It reminded me of totalitarianism.
Coming back to where I started I think the belief in a personified evil (devil) is what really sets religious people and atheists apart, much more than the belief in God (good). I don't believe in evil. Of course there are things like earthquakes, pollution and cancer - they are bad, but not the result of an intentional evil force. One may argue that IS and Al-Qaeda are evil but they are in fact pious religious people with good intentions. They are convinced they're implementing God's will. They are holier than I. They sacrifice a life of comfort for the holy war, some of them give their life away for their cause. And there are plenty of bad people out there who are not considerate and don't mind hurting others. But these are individuals, not part of a bigger evil movement. They do bad things but they don't achieve much beyond their immediate environment.
The belief in evil is the main source of superstition, racism, prejudice, hatred, violence and war. It was behind the burning of witches, the gassing of Jews and 9/11.
I find it easier to believe in good than in evil. I see many consistently and persistently good things around me: The universe, evolution, beautiful nature, good food, happiness, music, progress in the search for truth. The reason why I perceive them as good does not result from a universal definition of "good" (I don't think there is one) or from a divine arrangement. It's because my body perceives them with delight. That's a result of evolution, experience and emotions. And because all humans happen to belong to the same species of animal many people have similar feelings and there has been a lot of persistent cooperation in the creation of good things over the centuries. With setbacks and false starts, I admit, but overall not so bad.
The history of the universe, evolution, the creativity unfolding in the movements of art and advances in science and technology: These are long storylines that lead to outcomes which I perceive as good. Whereas the bad developments usually don't survive long because they become victims of their own destructive forces. Naturally, there is not much international cooperation of movements against foreigners because that would require xenophobes to work with their enemies. Bad people are bad to other people, including other bad people, so there's not much productive long-term collaboration between them.
Few people nowadays imagine God as an old man with long beard sitting on a cloud and watching what we're doing down here on earth. Even the most conservative religious people have a more abstract concept of God today. Depending to what level of abstraction you are ready to go there may be a point somewhere where a very abstract belief in God is not too different from my belief in the "good". This is why I say that the belief in a personified evil is a much more significant difference between religious people and atheists than the belief in God.
The whole story about good and evil doesn’t hold water anyway. Christians, for example, tell me that God is the force of good and the Devil is the force of evil and they are fighting each other. And on Judgement Day the good souls will join God in heaven but he will send the bad ones down to hell where the devil rules. So in that instance God and the devil cooperate, violating their own principles. God supports the evil things that are going on in hell and the devil punishes the evil souls although they have worked for his side. It doesn’t make sense.
Moscow, Russia, 27/05/2007.
Richard Fairbrass, of British pop group Right Said Fred, is attacked and beaten by Russian nationalists before being arrested by police at Moscow's second attempted Gay Pride parade. The parade had already been banned by Moscow Mayor Yuri Luzhkov on the grounds that it would provoke violence, but gay activists attempted to demonstrate in defiance of the ban, and many were beaten by counter demonstrators and arrested by police.
Felice Beato, “Executioner of Kanagawa”, hand colored albument print, Japan, ca. 1864
A grotesque and macabre reconstitution of a beheading in the Tokugawa shogunate of Japan’s feudal Edo period. This was set up in the Yokohama studio of the famous english photojournalist from Corfou, Felice Beato. He was taking this kind of pictures with an « exotic » painted background of Mount Fuji as souvenirs for the foreign tourists and residents in Japan, who was still at this time a violent and dangerous place.
In the late days of shogunate, just before the Meiji restoration, the social agitation was great and even if Yokohama, in the province of Kanagawa, was an harbour with extraterritoriality status, foreigners were murdered by xenophobes samurais supporting the Emperor.
If the murderer was found, he was sentenced to death and beheaded in a public place. Even if this composition if fairly inaccurate, it refers to the actual execution of Shimizu Seiji, one of the supposed murderers of two friends of Beato himself, Major Baldwin and Lt. Bird near Kamakura on the 21th november 1864.
KORN-
KINKS
DELICIOUS MALTED FLAKES
READY TO SERVE
"YOU SMASH DEM KINKS
I'LL SPOIL YOU'FACE CHILE"""
Date: Circa 1910
Source Type: Postcard
Printer, Publisher, Photographer: H-O Company
Postmark: Postal Permit No. 83, Buffalo, New York
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Remark: A malted corn flake cereal served hot or cold, Korn Kinks was produced and distributed by the H-O Company of Buffalo, New York, from circa 1890 to 1910. The cereal was advertised in such magazines as Ladies Home Journal, The Cosmopolitan, The American Magazine, and Good Housekeeping.
H-O Company's advertising campaign, by today's cultural standards, was very racist. The mascot of Korn Kinks cereal was a character named Kornelia Kinks, the young black girl seen here on wooden stilts. Members of Kornelia's family are featured on other Korn Kinks postcards, all caricatured with enlarged lips, bare feet, and bulging eyes.
A set of six souvenir postcards called "Jocular Jinks of Kornelia Jinks" were produced starting in 1906. These postcards depict Kornelia attempting to steal a box of Korn Kinks, but somehow incurring a mishap that foils her plan.
One early magazine advertisement for Korn Kinks states:
"DOES yo' know how easy it is to get my six postal cards? Yo' just cut out of the Korn - Kinks boxes two ob de man and boy pickchures and send 'em to me, care of Mr. H-O Company, with four cents in stamps. I'll send yo' six o' de funniest postal cards yo' ever saw, all erbout me. Dey is suttenly worth twenty-five cents, an' dey would cost you dat anyway if it wasn't for me making it this easy for yo' to get dem. Dere ain't a particle of advertising on dem." -- Kornelia Kinks
Text on reverse --
Cut out from 2 packages of "Korn Kinks" the man and boy picture -- then mail to us with 4c. postage and receive 6 extra funny darkey cards (in 5 colors) which regularly sell for 15c.
Copyright 2010. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.
KORN
KINKS
DELICIOUS MALTED FLAKES
READY TO SERVE
"You smash dem Kinks
I'll spoil you'face chile"
Date: Circa 1910
Source Type: Postcard
Printer, Publisher, Photographer: H-O Company
Postmark: Postal Permit No. 83, Buffalo, New York
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Remark: An alternative version of this postcard exists that does not include the 5¢ price on the side of the cabin.
A malted corn flake cereal served hot or cold, Korn Kinks was produced and distributed by the H-O Company of Buffalo, New York, from circa 1890 to 1910. The cereal was advertised in such magazines as Ladies Home Journal, The Cosmopolitan, The American Magazine, and Good Housekeeping.
H-O Company's advertising campaign, by today's cultural standards, was very racist. The mascot of Korn Kinks cereal was a character named Kornelia Kinks, the young black girl seen here on wooden stilts. Members of Kornelia's family are featured on other Korn Kinks postcards, all caricatured with enlarged lips, bare feet, and bulging eyes.
A set of six souvenir postcards called "Jocular Jinks of Kornelia Kinks" were produced starting in 1906. These postcards depict Kornelia and her high jinks.
One early magazine advertisement for Korn Kinks states:
"DOES yo' know how easy it is to get my six postal cards? Yo' just cut out of the Korn - Kinks boxes two ob de man and boy pickchures and send 'em to me, care of Mr. H-O Company, with four cents in stamps. I'll send yo' six o' de funniest postal cards yo' ever saw, all erbout me. Dey is suttenly worth twenty-five cents, an' dey would cost you dat anyway if it wasn't for me making it this easy for yo' to get dem. Dere ain't a particle of advertising on dem." -- Kornelia Kinks
Text on reverse --
Cut out from 2 packages of "Korn Kinks" the man and boy picture -- then mail to us with 4c. postage and receive 6 extra funny darkey cards (in 5 colors) which regularly sell for 15c.
Copyright 2010. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.