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Saturday, November 21, 2015
Friends
email sent by Imelda Sayra - idesayrah@hotmail.com - ( A copy published sometime back - repeat)
WE DON'T HAVE
LOTS & LOTS OF FRIENDS... JUST GOOD FRIENDS.
Let's see if you send this back...
Let's see if you send this back...
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the
4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was
driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls.
He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for moment.Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.
Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid.Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that, the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so, he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.
Holding it carefully, he handed it to the little boy.
"How much?" asked the little boy... "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
As well as those who WERE!!!
If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
WHEN YOU
RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT
TO AT LEAST 4 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.
TO AT LEAST 4 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.
A Most Convenient Massacre
- By Dmitry Orlov
email forwarded by JKS Weerasekera
What a difference a single massacre can make!
Just a week ago the EU couldn't possibly figure out anything to do to stop the influx of “refugees” from all those countries the US and NATO had bombed into oblivion.
email forwarded by JKS Weerasekera
What a difference a single massacre can make!
Just a week ago the EU couldn't possibly figure out anything to do to stop the influx of “refugees” from all those countries the US and NATO had bombed into oblivion.
But now,
because “Paris changed everything,” EU's
borders are being locked down and refugees are being turned back.
• Just a week ago it seemed that the EU was going to be swamped by resurgent nationalism, with incumbent political parties poised to get voted out of power.
• Just a week ago the EU and the US couldn't possibly bring themselves admit that they are utterly incompetent when it comes to combating their own creation—ISIS, that is—and need Russian help.
• Just a week ago it seemed that the EU was going to be swamped by resurgent nationalism, with incumbent political parties poised to get voted out of power.
• Just a week ago the EU and the US couldn't possibly bring themselves admit that they are utterly incompetent when it comes to combating their own creation—ISIS, that is—and need Russian help.
But now, at the après-Paris G-20 summit, everybody is ready
to line up and let Putin take charge of the war against terrorism.
Look—the Americans finally found those convoys of tanker
trucks stretching beyond the horizon that ISIS has been using to smuggle out
stolen Syrian crude oil—
after Putin showed them the satellite photos!
Am I being crass and insensitive? Not at all—I deplore all the deaths from terrorist attacks in Iraq, in Syria, in Lebanon, and in all the other countries whose populations did absolutely nothing to deserve such treatment.
Am I being crass and insensitive? Not at all—I deplore all the deaths from terrorist attacks in Iraq, in Syria, in Lebanon, and in all the other countries whose populations did absolutely nothing to deserve such treatment.
I only feel half as bad about the French, who stood by quietly as
their military helped destroy Libya (which did nothing to deserve it).
Note that after the Russian jet crashed in the Sinai there weren't all that many Facebook avatars with the Russian flag pasted over them, and hardly any candlelight vigils or piles of wreaths and flowers in various Western capitals.
Note that after the Russian jet crashed in the Sinai there weren't all that many Facebook avatars with the Russian flag pasted over them, and hardly any candlelight vigils or piles of wreaths and flowers in various Western capitals.
I even detected a whiff of smug satisfaction that the
Russians got their comeuppance for stepping out of line in Syria. Why
the difference in action?
Simple: you were told to grieve for the French, so
you did.
You were not told to grieve for the Russians, and so you didn't.
Don't
feel bad; you are just following orders.
The reasoning
behind these orders is transparent:
the
French, along with the rest of the EU, are Washington's willing puppets;
therefore, they are innocent,
and when they
get killed, it's a tragedy.
But the Russians are not
Washington's willing puppet, and are
not innocent,
and so when
they get killed by terrorists, it's punishment.
And when
Iraqis, or Syrians, or Nigerians get killed by terrorists,
that's
not a tragedy either, for a different reason: they are too poor to matter.
In order to qualify as a victim of a tragedy, you have to be
each of these three things: 1. a US-puppet, 2. rich and 3. dead.
Also, you
probably believe that the terrorist attacks in Paris were the genuine
article—nobody knew it would happen, and it couldn't have been stopped, because
these terrorists are just too clever for the ubiquitous state surveillance to
detect.
Don't
feel bad about that either; you are just believing what you are told to
believe.
You
probably also believe that jet fuel can melt steel girders and that skyscrapers
collapse into their own footprints (whether they've been hit by airplanes or not).
You can
certainly believe whatever you like, but here are a couple of easy-to-understand tips on telling
what's real from what's fake:
1. If it's fake, the perpetrators are known immediately (and sometimes beforehand). ( Reminds us of Lee Oswald who got caught within 70 minutes of John Kennedy’s murder, and in a short few days before any trial, is killed by a gangster called Jack Ruby, right on on public TV 1963-jksw)
1. If it's fake, the perpetrators are known immediately (and sometimes beforehand). ( Reminds us of Lee Oswald who got caught within 70 minutes of John Kennedy’s murder, and in a short few days before any trial, is killed by a gangster called Jack Ruby, right on on public TV 1963-jksw)
If it's real, then the truth is
uncovered as a result of a thorough investigation.
So, for
instance, on 9/11 the guilty party were a bunch of Saudis armed with box
cutters (some of whom are, paradoxically, still alive).
And
in Paris we knew right away that this was done by ISIS—even before we knew who the perpetrators were!
And when
that Malaysian jet got shot down over Ukraine, we knew right away that it was
the Russians' fault (never mind that on that day the Ukrainians deployed an air
defense system, and also scrambled a couple of jets armed with air-to-air
missiles— against an enemy that doesn't have an air force).
Note,
however, how we still don't know what happened with the Russian jet over Sinai. That case is still under
investigation—as it should be.
If it's
real, officials stall for time and urge caution while scrambling to find out
what happened.
When
it's fake, the officials are ready to go with the Big Lie, and then do everything they can to
make it stick, suppressing what shreds of evidence can be independently
gathered.
2. If it's fake, than you should also expect cute little touches: designer logos for publicity campaigns ready to launch at a moment's notice, be it “Je suis Charlie” or that cute little Eiffel Tower inscribed in a peace symbol.
2. If it's fake, than you should also expect cute little touches: designer logos for publicity campaigns ready to launch at a moment's notice, be it “Je suis Charlie” or that cute little Eiffel Tower inscribed in a peace symbol.
There
weren't any props to go with the Russian jet disaster—unless you count that
tasteful Charlie Hebdo cartoon of a jihadi rocket having anal sex with an
airliner.
There might
also be a few traditional titbits designed to feed a media frenzy, such as a fake
passport found lying next to one of the perpetrators—because when terrorists go on suicide missions they
always take their fake passports with them.
The people
who are charged with designing these events lack imagination and usually just
go with whatever worked before.
We should certainly expect there to be more fake massacres of this sort—whenever the political situation becomes sufficiently fraught to call for one—because at this point ready-to-go jihadi terrorist cells are something of a sunk cost and can be deployed very cheaply and effectively.
We should certainly expect there to be more fake massacres of this sort—whenever the political situation becomes sufficiently fraught to call for one—because at this point ready-to-go jihadi terrorist cells are something of a sunk cost and can be deployed very cheaply and effectively.
Of course we
should grieve for the victims, but there is something far more important at
stake than mere human lives, which are, deplorably, becoming cheaper with each
passing year.
We
should grieve for the truth!
Dmitry Orlov is a Russian-American engineer and a writer on subjects related to "potential economic, ecological and political decline and collapse in the United States," something he has called “permanent crisis” - http://cluborlov.blogspot.co.uk
Dmitry Orlov is a Russian-American engineer and a writer on subjects related to "potential economic, ecological and political decline and collapse in the United States," something he has called “permanent crisis” - http://cluborlov.blogspot.co.uk
See also -
Syrian Passport
by Stadium Stolen or Fake, A.F.P. Reports: Agence France-Presse is reporting, citing a source close to the
investigation, that the passport bore the name of Ahmad al-Mohammad, a soldier
in the Syrian Army who was born in 1990 and died months ago.
Paris Attacks: Another False Flag?
Sifting through the Evidence
http://flip.it/rJlkC
Scientists Reveal The Secret To Creating Permanent Memories
Have
you ever struggled with a missing memory you’d like to recall but can’t seem
to–the title of a book or name of an actor, for example? Memory lapses can be
scary and frustrating. However, …
http://flip.it/_P1cX
Your Brain and Your Body Are One and the Same
Most
people’s views of the brain-body divide go something like this: Our bodies
gather information, through sight, touch, and sounds. That information gets
sent to our brain, our “mind,” where we …
http://flip.it/jBnJu
Friday, November 20, 2015
The best of Billy Vaughn
SAIL ALONG SILVERY MOON
Tennessee Waltz [HQ stereo]
Red River Valley
Fascination
Sukiyaki
SOMEWHERE MY LOVE
Billy
Vaughn - La Paloma (DotRecordsLPS75,074) LP.wmv
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