Two incendiary devices planted by animal rights extremists were found at an Oxford college yesterday.
More than 100 staff and students at Templeton College were evacuated as Army bomb disposal experts dealt with the firebombs. They were found under a Portakabin following claims on an animal rights website that activists had planted them more than a week ago. They had not detonated. BiteBack, an American-based group which details the activities of protesters, stated: “On the night of Sunday February 18 the ALF [Animal Liberation Front] carried out an arson attack on the Portakabin offices of Templeton College at Kennington, on the outskirts of Oxford. “This latest action is part of an ongoing fight against the University of Oxford and its continued reign of terror over the unseen victims inside its animal labs.”BiteBack, an American-based group which details the activities of protesters, stated: “On the night of Sunday February 18 the ALF [Animal Liberation Front] carried out an arson attack on the Portakabin offices of Templeton College at Kennington, on the outskirts of Oxford.
… The bombs were described as small, but police would not speculate on whether they would have caused loss of life or substantial damage, had they detonated.
Whilst it’s a great pity the devices did not detonate, at least some fun was had with these scum. Tony — For I am become Death, The Destroyer of Worlds * — Blair will undoubtedly label the actors as terrorists, and probably urge the British Security Forces to devote more and more resources to countering Animal Liberationists, as so often before…
Yet who so fond of real terrorists as this vain immoral poseur, who, having a history as an incontinent warmonger, surpassed his previous efforts by abetting Amerika in creating the most futile war of modern times in order to follow the precedent of the worst Prime Minister Great Britain ever had, and make money by touring the USA during his retirement lecturing and building up a Foundation ?
( Lady Thatcher herself is apparently now devoting herself to her hobbies of sitting in a chair and dribbling, and forgetting what anyone said ten minutes earlier. No matter, for recalling her years in office, if reinstalled in power, there would be little difference perceptible between her handling of issues then or now. )
As part of his desire to go into history as The Man Who Ended the Northern Ireland Problem, not only has he cozied up to the sickly depraved scum whose weak-minded desire for a united Ireland led them to such heroic acts as the murder of Jean McConville, and given them a free hand in the areas those ganglords control ( in conjunction with their ex-opposites on the protestant gangs in their areas ), but…
Prosecutions of IRA fugitives and members of the security forces accused of collusion are to be dropped in the ‘public interest’, it was claimed last night.
The UK’s Director of Public Prosecutions and the Attorney General are to be asked to shelve cases against on-the-run republicans as part of a final deal between Sinn Fein and Downing Street.
The only decent action of the Thatch’s entire, otherwise futile, premiership was not to give in to the demands of a piece of human waste ( ie: an member of the PIRA ) Bobby Sands, through the blackmail of hunger-strike: unfortunately she blew even that by later signing the Act which gave joint sovereignty over Northern Ireland to the poor old Irish Republic, which rules it’s own country with the same ineptitude as do the British their own, only with extra-added depression…
As to the misfortunate lack of positive action directe at Oxford, with it’s centuries old history of animal torture now with the addition of the New Primate Laboratory, unless some strong action is taken, vital research for saving human life such as this will continue…
According to the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s website, POM made a commitment through June 2007 to an experiment that involves forcing elderly rats to balance on a spinning rod and find a hidden platform in a water maze in order to try not to drown.
They think I’m going mad. Mad ! Mad ! Do you hear me ? Me, the Vicar !
Can you imagine anything less likely than that I, of all people, should go off his rocker !
Me, the most successful vicar in the history of Christendom, the Saviour of the World, the man who abolished slavery, who discovered America and invented the internet ?
Me, the first British Time Lord ever to rule over the Galaxy !
Me, the seventh Avatar of the great God Zurg, in whom all things are made new !
Me, brighter than a thousand suns, from whom Kali cringes. I who have become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds !
Wednesday, 21 February 2007 at 4:20 am
(Generalia)
Is your nonprofit’s Web site running off a server in your 15-year-old nephew’s closet? Does your Web designer charge you $150 a month for hosting when you’ve heard that $15 a month will get you everything you need? Would you like to use a particular software package that your hosting provider just won’t let you install ?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, you may want to consider looking for a new Web hosting provider.
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While it’s technically possible to host a Web site on any computer with a permanent connection to the Internet, it’s rarely a good idea. Letting one of your IT staff, a board member, or an acquaintance host your site from his or her closet or garage may seem like a good way to save money, but it’s seldom worth the risk. Power outages, crashes, hackers, and even well-meaning staff can all take your site offline for hours — or even days.
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Occasionally, the person or company who built your Web site will offer to host it for you. While this may sound convenient, consider the option carefully.
To start, ask your designer where the actual server that hosts your site will reside. Any reputable designer will outsource the actual Web hosting to a professional provider; under this reseller’s agreement, your designer will rent a chunk of hosting space, manage the relationship with the vendor, and bill costs to you.
Having recently discovered one Royalist society I belong to handed their minute website over to a design group and is paying nearly $2000 a year for the privilege…
I think I did it again
I made you believe we’re more than just friends
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn’t mean that I’m serious
‘Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me.
Or typically Max Raabe in rendering the masterwork…
Sunday, 18 February 2007 at 2:45 am
(Other, Poetry)
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.
Barge, it is feared, was actuated more by kindly affection for Hatchjaw than for any concern for historical accuracy when he says that the latter was ‘almost unarmed’. Probably no private traveller has ever gone abroad accompanied by a more formidable armoury and nowhere outside a museum has there been assembled a more varied or deadly collection of lethal engines. Apart from explosive chemicals and the unassembled components of several bombs, grenades and landmines, he had four army-pattern revolvers, two rook-rifles, angler’s landing gear ( ! ), a small machine-gun, several minor firing-irons and an unusual instrument resembling at once a pistol and a shotgun, evidently made to order by a skilled gunsmith and designed to take elephant ball. Wherever he hoped to corner the shadowy Kraus, it is clear that he intended that the ‘cataclysm’ should be widespread.
Medal, n. A small metal disk given as a reward for virtues, attainments or services more or less authentic.
It is related of Bismark, who had been awarded a medal for gallantly rescuing a drowning person, that, being asked the meaning of the medal, he replied: “I save lives sometimes.” And sometimes he didn’t.
The King, in his answer, declined to surrender himself, his country and his friends. When his answer was ready it was sent to Denbigh and the other Commissioners sealed up. This they objected to, saying it was not fit for them to receive an answer without being acquainted with the contents.
The King replied, “What is that to you, who are but to carry what I send ? and if I will send the song of Robin Hood and Little John you must carry it.”
It seemed to me that to have been a German tank commander on that first morning, waiting on the fragrant turf, with the larks singing, for the order to advance into the blue distances of Russia, would have been to experience true military glory, perhaps for the last time in the history of the world.
Michael Wharton ( ‘Peter Simple’ ) :The Missing Will
For the INTP, love has three distinct phases: falling in, staying in, and getting out. These phases relate to their thinking preference and its need for order and sequence. An INTP characterized falling in love as a stage of complete loss of rationality that may last a year or less. When an INTP falls in love, he or she falls hard - an all or nothing phenomenon. At this stage, INTPs are likely to be very lively, almost giddy, in their new love. The experience rushes over them and carries them along. They do not structure or control it but simply enjoy and experience it. They do many loving things and they are curious about their loved one and are able to overlook his or her flaws. They may bravely ignore the realities of distance, weather, and time to be with the loved one. As relationships progress to the staying-in-love phase, INTPs begin to evaluate their structure and form. They may withdraw at this point because they are moving toward their more customary inward style. Outward demonstrations of affection lessen, and the giddy state changes. Interactions are more matter of fact, perhaps even impersonal. INTPs take their commitments to their partner seriously; however, they may not discuss these commitments at any length with their partner or with other people, because their commitments seem so obvious to them. Falling out of love, which may not always occur, results from an analysis of the real expectations and needs of the relationship. Often an undefined line is crossed that neither partner knows about ahead of time. However, the INTP knows after the line has been crossed, and then the relationship deteriorates or ends.
INTP - The Wizard by Sandra Krebs Hirsch and Jean Kummerow
Thursday, 15 February 2007 at 8:26 pm
(Animals, Other)
Thus, because Christian morality leaves animals out of account …, they are at once outlawed in philosophical morals; they are mere “things”, mere means to any ends whatsoever. They can therefore be used for vivisection, hunting, coursing, bullfights and horse racing, and can be whipped to death as they struggle along with heavy carts of stone. Shame on such a morality that is worthy of pariahs, chandalas and mlechchhas, and that fails to recognize the eternal essence that exists in every living thing, and shines forth with inscrutable significance from all eyes that see the sun !
Thursday, 15 February 2007 at 7:29 pm
(Other, Poetry)
HE REPROVES THE CURLEW
O CURLEW, cry no more in the air,
Or only to the water in the West;
Because your crying brings to my mind
passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
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THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED
One that is ever kind said yesterday:
“Your well-beloved’s hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise,
Though now it’s hard, till trouble is at an end;
And so be patient, be wise and patient, friend.”
But, heart, there is no comfort, not a grain;
Time can but make her beauty over again,
Because of that great nobleness of hers;
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways,
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.
O heart ! O heart ! If she’d but turn her head,
You’d know the folly of being comforted.
Thursday, 15 February 2007 at 5:10 pm
(Generalia, Other)
We stand on a mountain pass in the midst of whirling snow and blinding mist, through which we get glimpses now and then of paths which may be deceptive. If we stand still, we shall be frozen to death. If we take the wrong road, we shall be dashed to pieces. We do not certainly know whether there is any right one. What must we do ? Be strong and of a good courage. Act for the best, hope for the best, and take what comes. Above all, let us dream no dreams, and tell no lies, but go our way, wherever it may lead, with our eyes open and our heads erect. If death ends all, we cannot meet it better. If not, let us enter whatever maybe the next scene like honest men, with no sophistry in our mouths and no masks on our faces.
James Fitzjames Stephen : Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
