Wednesday, December 31, 2014

man's failure



All war


is a symptom


of man's failure


as a thinking animal.



Friday, December 26, 2014

american torture



The truth


won't change


just because


you got offended !

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Sunday, December 21, 2014

snippy the horse


On Sept. 7, 1967 - Snippy the horse, a 3-year-old Appaloosa, who’s actual name was Lady, failed to show up for her usual morning drink in a pasture on the Harry King ranch 20 miles northeast of Alamosa, at the foot of Mount Blanca. Two days later, Snippy's body was found in the pasture, her death cloaked in mystery. The skin and flesh had been cleanly cut away from the shoulders to the ears.

There were no tracks near the body and no blood on the ground, but strange markings were found on the ground around Snippy's body. The horse's owner, Nellie Lewis, said she was positive that extraterrestrials were responsible for Snippy’s death.

The marks on the ground included six indentations which formed a circle three feet in diameter. It was generally agreed that these were the sort of marks a flying saucer might make and it was said that Snippy's tracks ended 100 or so feet from where she was found.

The heart and brain were missing from the carcass, and a formaldehyde-like odor was emitted from the animal for several days after discovery. The bones of Snippy’s neck and skull were a stark-white discoloration, as if they had been bleached.

The horse's owner, Nellie Lewis, accompanied by Harry King, visited the spot where Snippy had been found. She reported finding a flattened bush and what seemed to be exhaust marks. She also said she smelled a strange, sweet odor, "like incense."

She picked up a piece of the horse's mane and felt it burn her hands. Later she reported her boots were found to be radioactive. She remained convinced that extraterrestrials had done this to her horse.

Mrs. Lewis contacted the United States Forest Service, and Ranger Duane Martin was sent to investigate. Martin checked the area with a civil defense Geiger counter and reported finding a considerable increase in radioactivity about two city blocks from the body of Snippy.

Mrs. Agnes King, Harry's 87-year-old mother, said that even though her eyesight was poor, she had seen something pass over the ranch house the day Snippy disappeared.

After trying to interest other authorities with little success, Mrs. Lewis turned to her professional connections - she wrote occasionally for the Pueblo Chieftain. Her account of Snippy’s strange death was published in that newspaper, and was picked up by the Associated Press on October 5, 1967. Soon, much of the United States knew the tale of Snippy’s death, and reports of UFO’s were made from others in Colorado.

Published that same day as Snippy’s death was an account by Superior Court Judge Charles E. Bennett of Denver, Colorado. Bennett and his wife claimed they had witnessed three reddish-orange rings in the sky that maintained a triangular formation, moved at a high speed, and made a humming sound.

NICAP, a civilian UFO research group, became involved in the case as more and more people were speculating that UFOs were somehow involved in the death of Snippy.

Shortly thereafter, an anonymous Denver pathologist’s published an autopsy that claimed Snippy’s brain and abdominal organs were missing. He also said that there was no material in the spinal column. The pathologist insisted on anonymity due to fear of damaging his reputation with involvement in such a high-profile case.

Supposedly another Denver pathologist also preformed a belated autopsy on the horse and found the brain and stomach cavities to be empty. The doctor sawed into the brain cavity and found 'absolutely nothing' and opened the stomach expecting to find remains of digestive organs, but found only a 'little powdery residue'.

As long as 24 months after Snippy's death, area residents said that no grass would grow where the dead horse had been found.

The story caught on quickly in the San Luis Valley, where sightings of objects believed to be flying saucers had become frequent that year. Within a month, the story of Snippy's death made the news all over the world.



Friday, December 19, 2014

any day



 Any day 


above ground 


is a good day.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

"ET Mirage"


Helena Christensen, Italian Vogue

by Peter Lindbergh 1990

three aliens
 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Monday, December 15, 2014

Koch Group On The EPA: 'At Least The CIA Isn't Torturing Americans' | ThinkProgress





The American Energy Alliance is testing out a new tactic for fighting the Environmental Protection Agency: comparing the agency’s proposed regulations to torture tactics committed against terror suspects at Guantanamo Bay.

In a short blog post and comic posted Friday, the pro-fossil fuel non-profit said the EPA’s proposed limits on smog-forming pollutants and carbon dioxide were comparable to tactics outlined in the Senate Intelligence Committee’s recently released report investigating the CIA’s use of “enhanced interrogation techniques” in the aftermath of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. In one instance, the group implied the EPA’s attempts to reduce pollution were even worse than torture, claiming the regulations would kill American jobs, raise energy costs, and “crush” small businesses.


Koch Group On The EPA: 'At Least The CIA Isn't Torturing Americans' | ThinkProgress


"Whether it’s the costliest regulation in history or the coal-killing power plant rules (that Obama’s law professor says raise “constitutional questions”), it’s clear that the CIA isn’t the only government agency engaged in torture. At least the CIA isn’t torturing Americans."
- The American Energy Alliance
Founded in May, 2008, The American Energy Alliance (“AEA”) is a not-for-profit organization that engages in grassroots public policy advocacy and debate concerning energy and environmental policies.

massive attack




Sunday, December 14, 2014

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Symposium: The Dynamics of Possible Nuclear Extinction l February 28-March 1, 2015 at The New York Academy of Medicine



▶ Helen's War: Portrait of a Dissident - YouTube


Symposium: The Dynamics of Possible Nuclear Extinction l February 28-March 1, 2015 at The New York Academy of Medicine

    A unique, two-day symposium at which an international panel of leading experts in disarmament, political science, existential risk, anthropology, medicine, nuclear weapons and other nuclear issues will be held at The New York Academy of Medicine on Feb 28- March 1, 2015. The public is welcome.
    A project of The Helen Caldicott Foundation
      
    Watch this space for information on how to register in advance. Registering in advance will include complimentary lunch.

      
    The Symposium: The Dynamics of Possible Nuclear Extinction. 
    Russia and the U.S. possess 94% of the 16,400 nuclear weapons in the global nuclear arsenal. The U.S. maintains its first strike winnable nuclear war policy, and both countries have raised their nuclear arsenals to a higher state of alert because of the situation in the Ukraine. Furthermore it has just been announced that the administration has plans to replace every nuclear warhead and their delivery systems via ship, submarine, missile and plane, at a cost of one trillion dollars over the next thirty years.

    This symposium to be held by The Helen Caldicott Foundation will address the following issues: 
    1. What are the human and technological factors that could precipitate a nuclear war between Russia and the U.S., how many times have we come close to nuclear war and how long will our luck hold?
    2.  What are the ongoing technological and financial developments relevant to the nuclear weapons arsenals of the US and Russia?
    3. What problems are associated with lateral proliferation of nuclear weapons via strenuous corporate marketing of nuclear technology?
    4. What are the medical and environmental consequences of either a small or large scale nuclear war?
    5. What are the underlying philosophical, political, and ideological dynamics that have brought life on earth to the brink of extinction?
    6. How can we assess this situation from an anthropological perspective?
    7. What is the pathology within the present political situation that could lead us to extinction?
    8. How can this nuclear pathology be cured? 


    MORE: Symposium: The Dynamics of Possible Nuclear Extinction l February 28-March 1, 2015 at The New York Academy of Medicine


    Friday, December 12, 2014

    no idea



    What is the difference between


    an "asshole" and a "REAL ASSHOLE" ?


    The "asshole" knows he's an "asshole",


    the "REAL ASSHOLE" has no idea !

    Wednesday, December 10, 2014

    Tuesday, December 9, 2014

    Monday, December 8, 2014

    the creator's glory


    Should guilty seek asylum here, 

    Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin. 

    Should a sinner make his way to this mansion, 

    All his past sins are to be washed away. 

    The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs; 

    And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes. 

    In this world this edifice has been made; 

    To display thereby the creator's glory.

    Sunday, December 7, 2014

    Saturday, December 6, 2014

    Passport to Magonia


    Leroy Kansas, April 19, 1897. Alexander Hamilton was awakened at 1030 P.M. by a noise among the cattle and went out with his son and his tenant. They saw an elongated cigar shaped object, about 100 meters long with a transparent cabin underneath showing narrow reddish bands, hovering 10 meters above ground. They approached within 50 meters of it. It was illuminated and equipped with a searchlight. Inside it were "six of the strangest beings" the witness had seen, also described as "hideous." They spoke a language no witness could understand. A cow was dragged away by the object with the help of a strong red cable, it was found butchered in a field the next day. (passport to magonia) (a strange harvest) (ufo cow abduction)

    Thursday, December 4, 2014

    Sunday, November 30, 2014

    alone



    we are born alone...


    we live alone...


    and we die alone...


    what have we if not each other ?

    Saturday, November 29, 2014

    Friday, November 28, 2014

    Nuclear power's dark future | The Japan Times





    Nuclear power constitutes the world’s most subsidy-fattened energy industry, yet it faces an increasingly uncertain future. The global nuclear power industry has enjoyed growing state subsidies over the years, even as it generates the most dangerous wastes whose safe disposal saddles future generations.

    Despite the fat subsidies, new developments are highlighting the nuclear power industry’s growing travails. For example, France — the “poster child” of atomic power — is rethinking its love affair with nuclear energy. Its parliament voted last month to cut the country’s nuclear-generating capacity by a third by 2025 and focus instead on renewable sources by emulating neighboring countries like Germany and Spain.

    As nuclear power becomes increasingly uneconomical at home because of skyrocketing costs, the U.S. and France are aggressively pushing exports, not just to India and China, but also to “nuclear newcomers,” such as the cash-laden oil sheikhdoms in the Persian Gulf. Such exports raise new challenges related to freshwater resources, nuclear safety and nuclear-weapons proliferation.
    Still, the bulk of the reactors under construction or planned worldwide are in just four countries — China, Russia, South Korea and India...





    radio wave

    What's the environmental impact of modern war? | Environment | The Guardian





    Ban Ki-moon has called on nations to do more to protect the environment from the destruction of war, but even in times of peace our militaries have a huge impact on natural resources



    all the way

    Thursday, November 27, 2014

    Happy Thanksgiving Day


    Some 21,000 children die every day around the world.

    The silent killers are poverty, hunger, easily

    preventable diseases and illnesses, and other related causes

    Wednesday, November 26, 2014

    Tuesday, November 25, 2014

    Federal Judge Blocks Review Of Alaska Mine's Impact On Salmon | ThinkProgress


    ‘King Salmon’, United States, Alaska, Naknek, Bristol Bay, 2013. 
    CREDIT: FLICKR/ CHRIS FORD


    A federal judge has dealt a procedural blow to the EPA’s efforts to protect a remote part of Alaska from the impacts of what could be the largest copper and cold mine in North America. On Monday, Judge H. Russel Holland of the U.S. District Court of Alaska issued a preliminary injunction in favor the Pebble Mine’s efforts to block the EPA, thus preventing the EPA from taking further steps in its Clean Water Act (CWA) review process. Under section 404(c) of the CWA, the EPA has the authority to veto projects in the interest of protecting important rivers and wetlands. Alaska’s Bristol Bay watershed, where the mine would be located is the most productive wild sockeye salmon fishery in the world, and native tribes and environmentalists want the mine halted.
    The EPA initiated the 404(c) process to stop the mine earlier this year, alleging the Pebble Mine would have significant and irreversible negative impacts on the Bristol Bay watershed. According to the EPA, it has used this authority sparingly, and typically with major projects that could have “significant impacts on some of America’s most ecologically valuable waters...”



    Wednesday, November 12, 2014

    Sunday, November 9, 2014

    Politics Today And My Vote - These are The Seats for the Senate



                                              © Cristina Homem de Melo

    Friday, November 7, 2014

    people



    "You don't hate people...


    you hate what they DO !...


    GOD didn't make any bad people."

    Wednesday, November 5, 2014

    The Revolutionary Speech


    "I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

    There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?

    Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.

    How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.

    Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives.

    So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot."

    STOP !


    Monday, November 3, 2014

    Sunday, November 2, 2014

    androcles and the lion


    The earliest form of the story is found in the fifth book of Aulus Gellius's 2nd century Attic Nights. The author relates there a story told by Apion in his lost work Aegyptiacorum ("Wonders of Egypt"), the events of which Apion claimed to have personally witnessed in Rome. In this version, Androcles is given the Latin name of Androclus, a runaway slave of a former Roman consul administering a part of Africa. He takes shelter in a cave, which turns out to be the den of a wounded lion. He removes a large thorn from the animal's foot pad, forces pus from the infected wound, and bandages it. As a result, the lion recovers and becomes tame toward him, acting like a domesticated dog, including wagging its tail and bringing home game that it shares with the slave.

    After several years, the slave eventually craves a return to civilization, resulting in his imprisonment as a fugitive slave and condemnation to be devoured by wild animals in the Circus Maximus of Rome. In the presence of an unnamed emperor, presumably either Caligula or Claudius, the most imposing of these beasts turns out to be the same lion, which again displays its affection toward the slave. The emperor pardons the slave on the spot, in recognition of this testimony to the power of friendship, and he is left in possession of the lion. Apion then continues:

    "Afterwards we used to see Androclus with the lion attached to a slender leash, making the rounds of the tabernae throughout the city; Androclus was given money, the lion was sprinkled with flowers, and everyone who met them anywhere exclaimed, This is the lion, a man's friend; this is the man, a lion's doctor." (read more)


    Friday, October 31, 2014

    Wednesday, October 29, 2014

    Break Time


    Last night I dreamed I was abducted by aliens – little old grays, in fact. 

    Lately, I've been been thinking a lot about how I sort of want to meet some aliens, and maybe talk with them about a diplomatic, friendly, and productive way to introduce them to the world. I think we could work out a way to live together, harmoniously and with respect for everyone’s free will, here on earth.  I think I'm the kind of person who should be involved in that movement, helping shape that type of partnership.  My mind was sort of whirling when I fell asleep.

    It started with an impression, rather than an image. 

    In the dark, perhaps somewhere in my house, I stand across from three aliens.  They look strange but feel familiar. I've seen this type of person before:  slightly shorter than me, wrinkled gray skin and big, imploring eyes.  They're grays.  The scientists.  I'm a little scared, but feel only an invitation and a warm welcome. I am relatively prepared for this.

    In the next instant, I’m on a spaceship wearing a silver and white uniform. I sit at a long, comfortable, silver table in a classroom with a bunch of other humans. I don’t know any of them, but we’re all pleased to be there together. I feel like maybe we’re friends.  If not, I would like to become friends with them.  Each exude confidence, compassion, and a sense of leadership.

    It’s break time. I head to the restroom, just for a chance to wander around. Instead, I reach a machine at the end of a hallway. It seamlessly protrudes from the wall over a neat little table. I peer into it and then become distracted: there’s a popcorn machine to my right! I love popcorn!

    That’s going to make me thirsty. 

    Oh! Here’s a strange fountain machine. Little screens demonstrate colors and hint at flavors I don’t recognize. Green . . . Gatorade thing?  The liquids all look like they come from plastic squeeze-bags, which grosses me out.

    I want to taste them all before I decide. A squirt abruptly plops into a small cup, which is suddenly in my hand – why does this not startle me? and find that I don’t like any of the flavors. Finally, the word water appears, written in a barely legible black script. Perfect!

    But there, on my left, is a coffee machine. Man, this is just what I want! There are two choices. One of the buttons actually has my name on it! Could it be that they somehow replicated exactly how I make my favorite cup of coffee? I have to try it. Dark and fragrant, it pours into my cup at a perfectly drinkable temperature. Fresh brewed. Mmm…

    I look around for cream and sugar, but all I can see is a transparent square tube with a faintly blue button underneath. There is nothing printed on the button. I push it, and out plops a little brown bug! Right into my coffee cup! Ick!

    On my left is a box of sugar. I think I glimpse heavy cream in the corner of my eye. 

    I would like to remember this! I wonder what happens next! What were we talking about in that room? Everything is fuzzy, confusing, and sleepy. 

    Late into the morning, I wake, slightly groggy. I stretch, feeling sore and tired. I close my eyes, breathing deeply and trying to remember my dreams.  Identifying symbols and interpreting them is habit I picked up years ago.   

    My cat meows, sticks her fluffy little paw into my water glass, and splashes water onto my face.  It's time to get up. I head to the kitchen to ponder and plan how I will spend my day.

    After drinking a glass of water, I open the cupboard and grab a bag of my favorite freshly ground organic coffee.

    Only then do I remember my dream about aliens.

    Saturday, October 25, 2014

    die well



    Then out spake brave Horatius,


    The Captain of the gate:


    "To every man upon this earth


    Death cometh soon or late.


    And how can man die better


    Than facing fearful odds


    For the ashes of his fathers


    And the temples of his gods."


    Monday, October 20, 2014

    Zond 3: Frame 25


    This is frame 25 from Zond 3 on a lunar flyby in 1964. It is one of the first photographs taken of the far side of the moon. Frame 25 captured this image of a 22 mile high structure on the limb of the moon.
    (see more) (zond 3)

    stranger at the pentagon

    Sunday, October 19, 2014

    Thursday, October 16, 2014

    haiku




    Worker bees can leave


    Even drones can fly away


    The queen is their slave

    Wednesday, October 15, 2014

    war on peace



    the "war on drugs" got us more drugs


    the "war on poverty" brings us more poverty


    the "war on terror" brought us more terror


    maybe we should have a "war on peace" !

    ...