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“If we don’t succeed we run the risk of failure.”-Dan Quayle

“We have issued the order to the factories to switch off for five hours every evening in a desperate move to save electricity so people can watch the play on televisions,” said Saleh Ahmed, managing director of the Dhaka Electric Supply Company.

“This is an undesirable decision from an economic point of view but we were rather compelled,” he told reporters.

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The month-long World Cup finishes on July 11.

Although Bangladesh, ranked 157th in the world, lost 6-1 to Tajikistan in a two-legged first round Asian zone qualifier for this year’s finals, the country’s young and old, in urban and rural areas, just go crazy whenever the finals are held.

At least 30 people were injured when disgruntled soccer fans attacked several power distribution centers and vandalized at least 20 vehicles in the capital on Saturday.

Hundreds of police brought the situation under control after fans in Dhaka were unable to watch the Argentina-Nigeria match.

Two state-run agencies supplying power in the capital of 12 million people have since decided to cut the routine evening one-hour power outage to 30 minutes during the World Cup.

The power supply officials said about 5,000 industries and factories would be affected by the decision.

Only 30 percent of Bangladesh’s 150 million population have access to electricity but officials admit demand is growing relative to supply, fuelling the anger of consumers.

I Hate New York Cops T-Shirts, Shirts, Tees & Clothing

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Why would anybody Create this??? – I Hate New York Cops T-Shirts, Shirts, Tees & Clothing

Seriously even me who does not like man in blue for various reasons I think this is too much.

I still cant find who did it and I want to know if anybody bought it!!!!

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New York is an inhuman, cold city. You have to live with the alienation, or be destroyed. In my journey I always try to go the whole way with people I get attached to, but in New York again and again I must break off with people prematurely and thus abandon the human connection that has arisen between us. I have experienced it most strongly this Christmas, which was even more intense than last year when I was held up by three Puerto Ricans on Fourth Street on Christmas Eve.
This year I had just hitch-hiked in from Alabama, but couldn’t find any of my friends and ended up on the street down in the Bowery on Christmas Eve. I got to talking with a bum who had lighted a fire to keep warm. He must have been a bum for a long time, for his curly hair was all in knots which could not possibly be combed out. We soon became good friends. He was one of those bums who can talk; the worst are the bums who can only communicate through the eyes.  As we were sitting there talking, it naturally occurred to us that it was Christmas Eve, and we became more and more sentimental, and when we exchanged memories of our childhood Christmas Eves it wasn’t just the smoke from the fire which brought tears to our eyes. He had been married, had children, and had actually been quite happy, he thought now, but had suddenly become unemployed, after which his family started to disintegrate and he became an alcoholic. We sat and shared a flask and gradually became rather drunk. A crazy guy started throwing bottles at us which smashed against the wall next to us. At last it became too much for my friend and he took a piece of burning wood and beat the guy until he disappeared.
This happened around Delancey Street, where there is always a bunch of prostitutes standing on the corner. Bums, just like other people, have a desire to find somebody lower than themselves, and so during the course of our conversation he kept returning to his indignation over these prostitutes who were out even on Christmas Eve. Whenever I have drunk heavily with bums they have fallen asleep first, even though we have been drinking the same amount. And he, too, fell asleep, around ten or eleven p.m.
I wondered a bit whether I should stay and keep watch over him, since we had become good friends. I have so often seen poor black and Puerto Rican housewives with children and shopping bags walk over and trample on dead-drunk bums or kick them and afterwards quickly continue home to the pots and pans – a manifestation of their own self-hatred or lack of self-esteem. (In the same way I have often seen rich blacks of the “nouveau-riche” type – that frightening phenomenon we see everywhere in the Third World trample spiritually on the poor blacks left behind in the’ ghetto.) But since the streets were rather empty that night I decided to leave him after having put a good load of scrap wood on the fire.
I wandered down to my favorite area around Avenue B (the “free-fire zone”), where there are always fights between the Puerto Ricans and the blacks, but which I like a lot because there is an almost even racial balance among whites, browns, and blacks. Here I saw Larry standing in a doorway. We started talking and he told me that he had just been thrown out by his white wife. When we realized we were in the same boat, we decided to go together to find a place to stay. First we bought a bottle of wine. Then we promised each other that if one of us found a place, he wouldn’t take it without taking the other one with him. Larry was more extroverted and eloquent, but I was white, so we figured that what one of us didn’t have, the other could make up for.
But Larry was the type who had to rap with everybody in the street, no matter who they were. He had bee in a respectable marriage for four years, but confided in me that the whole time he had really been a street person at heart. So we had not walked far before we had a whole flock of street people with us; most of them were bums. At one time there were five whom Larry had promised that he would surely find them a place to stay and a bottle of wine on top of that. Two of them walked on crutches. A third went around flailing the air as if he were swatting mosquitoes.  I was absolutely convinced that we could never find a place to sleep for this whole crowd, but since something unexpected always turned up in such crazy situations, I didn’t say anything about it to Larry. We asked the few people we met if they knew of a place we could stay, but concentrated first and foremost on the Jews, as the others were celebrating Christmas, you see, and we therefore assumed that they did not have room in their hearts. Since I was the only white, it was up to me to handle this, while the others kept a bit in the background. But all efforts were in vain. One person said that if it really was true that I was a foreigner he would be glad to take me home, but he dared not, so instead he gave me six dollars for the YMCA. Naturally we rushed off and bought a few bottles of apple wine with the money, and from then on things looked a bit brighter. But we were still unable to find any place to sleep, and the wine made the bums loud and aggressive and the man swatting mosquitoes began shadowboxing at people, so that they fled in all directions.
It was close to two o’clock when I was sent into the Broome Street Bar to find new “victims.” As I checked out the crowd, a dark-haired woman came over to me and stood for a long time staring into my eyes in a strange way. Then she said very slowly: “You have fish eyes.” I thought that she was on some drug and tried to keep from looking at her. Then she said, “I want you to come and live with me.” I pulled myself together and asked if I could bring a couple of my friends with me. She said no. I said that then I couldn’t come, but she nevertheless gave me her address.
I then went on with the others for another couple of hours, but I couldn’t get her out of my thoughts. The situation now looked completely hopeless for us. We were really plastered by this time. Over in the piles of corrugated cardboard on Mercer Street we had lost one of the guys on crutches, who had fallen asleep. As it was now raining heavily and I was almost unconscious, I slipped away from the others around five o’clock. I was very embarrassed about it and during the next couple of days I felt very ashamed. But a week later I was lucky enough to run into Larry on Washington Square, and he told me that he, too, had left the others in the lurch and had found a huge fat white woman over in the West Village, where he lived now. That comforted me and we continued being good friends.
I myself had gone back to that strange woman. It turned out that she lived in a huge loft on Greene Street and had a studio on Broadway as big as a football field. Her bathtub was a little palette-shaped swimming pool. All she wanted from me was that I should keep her company. For three days we sat from dawn to dusk staring into each other’s eyes. Everywhere there were huge plaster fish; they hung on the walls and gaped foolishly down at us. But there was certainly more life in them than there was in her. For three days I tried desperately to talk with her. All I managed to get out of her was that she felt very lonely and that she had never lived with a man before. She was forty years old, born in the ocean, and could only communicate with fish. She had nothing else to say. I was curious to find out who she was, so one night while she was asleep I searched through some of her papers and found out that she was the world-famous artist Marisol Escobar, who had twice been on the cover of Time Magazine and once on Look; but her last exhibition of fish sculptures had gotten bad reviews.
It turned out that she was swimming in money. One day I had to sign as a witness on a contract for several thousand dollars. Half the year she spent in the Gulf of Mexico diving down to her little friends. Nevertheless, she never gave me so much as a piece of bread, and I was getting more and more desperate from hunger. Morning and night I had to follow her to restaurants and sit across from her while she ate. The thought of giving me food never occurred to her. As I never ask people for food, I one day came out with an indirect hint.
“Did it ever occur to you that all your art is entirely for the rich folks, and isn’t benefiting the poor people at all?” No answer. And still no food. She had a refrigerator, so at one point while she was asleep I took the liberty of checking to see if there was any food in it. I got a bit of a shock when several big cod-like frozen fish came tumbling out – and nothing else. If I had not been so hungry, I would probably have had a bit more patience with her.
Then suddenly came my rescuer wandering into this silence. It was Erica, who had previously helped Marisol polish the fish sculptures. She was laughing and happy, and it was fantastic to hear a human being again. She perceived my situation quick as lightning, and as elegantly as a fish, seven dollars slipped into my hand under the table. Later she whispered to me that I could move in with her. When Marisol fell asleep that evening, I fled over to Erica, who lives in a tiny miserable fire-escape apartment on 11th Street.
Erica, whom I am now living with, is quite simply a find. She is a lesbian, but does not have the feelings of hatred toward men that characterize so many New York lesbians. It always makes me so happy when I can have a good relationship with a lesbian woman. Erica, like me, can’t understand the necessity of hating men. It’s certainly true that both heterosexual and homosexual American men are alarmingly aggressive, but one must still try to understand the oppression and the society which created this John Wayne culture.
Black men, especially, suffer from this culture, partly because their mothers bring them up to it. (I always automatically wash the dishes in people’s homes, but I have come to the point where I have stopped doing it in underclass homes because it usually embarrasses the women: they simply do not know what to do with a man who washes dishes. Is it not, then, wrong of me to try to change their culture when they will still have to live with the oppression?).
And ultimately white women have much the same attitude. Time and again I am invited home by single white women, who unlike single women in Europe almost always have a double bed and therefore put me at their side. But what is shocking to see is how they are usually totally unable to deal with a non-aggressive man. After two or three days they will often say something like, “Have you always been homosexual?” to bring out some male aggressiveness in me, or more often, “Let’s go out and get drunk.” No doubt they would be a bit uncomfortable if a new guest went right to their refrigerator and ate all the meat. Yet American women seemingly feel uncomfortable if a man does not walk right into their own flesh. With black women I sometimes find it necessary to modify my passive rule about not violating people’s hospitality with some “affirmative action.” They often do everything in their power to humiliate a “soft” or non-aggressive man, which nips in the bud any chance of building a more meaningful relationship with them.
Erica is a different woman. She has made me into the epitome of male chauvinism: my function in her home is, in fact, to be a pimp. Erica is a stylish prostitute – a call-girl – and it has now become my job to answer the telephone, sort out the obscene calls and ask the nice ones to call again at 5 p.m. for a second sorting. She has an ad in the sex magazine Screw, which apparently all businessmen read, for the telephone rings nonstop. The finals start around 6 p.m. when I have to choose the very nicest voice and arrange a meeting in a hotel for 7 p.m. We then take a taxi up to the hotel, which usually ison the East Side, as we stick to nice businessmen. My job is to sit in the lobby drinking Coke for about an hour, and if she has not come down by then, I have to go up and knock at the door.
On the way home we usually walk and eat Italian ice cream, which Erica loves. But the most fantastic thing about her is that she is not an average hooker. She just loves to help people and give them warmth in the midst of this coldness. She says that most of her customers are extremely lonely and have a need not so much for sex as for warmth. In fact, seen with typical male eyes, she is no physical beauty – abnormally thin, flat-chested, with curly red hair – but she has such charm and beauty inside, that these men can’t resist her at all. Almost everyone gives her a hundred dollars, although we have only agreed on seventy-five, and only one has ever called and complained. She says that most often she doesn’t even go to bed with them, but only gives them physical and especially spiritual massage. She has bought me many rolls of film, but for good reasons I have said no to money.
In the daytime she goes to singing lessons and dance classes or sits for hours making coffee services out of foam rubber. Every single cup, saucer, and spoon is perfect down to the smallest detail. She has several glass cupboards filled with foam rubber china, as in the most respectable bourgeois homes. She is a fantastic inspiration for me. One day when a man had been mugged outside on the street and had been left lying there for a long time, Erica was the only one who bothered to call an ambulance. But no ambulance came and people were just standing staring stupidly at the half-dead man. She kept telephoning. The thing is that there are only Puerto Ricans living there, so it usually takes up to an hour before police or ambulances arrive. Then she got the bright idea of calling the police and asking them to hurry over because there was a white man being attacked by several blacks and Puerto Ricans right outside; two police cars and an ambulance came immediately. This trick is common in New York, but it seems to work every time.
I have often seen Erica give a whole day’s wages to people in need. She would bring it directly from the rich businessmen in the hotels to some beggar on the street. Another night she was even more fantastic. We were on our way to a movie when we saw a bum in his fifties sitting there asking for help to buy a bottle of wine, and for somebody to talk to. We sat and talked with him for a couple of hours over the wine, and he said that he was about to have delirium tremens and was afraid he would die. Erica immediately said that we would go with him to the hospital, and he cried for joy. He had been waiting for this moment for ten years. He had never himself had the courage to go to the hospital. We took him in a taxi to St. Vincent’s Hospital. We sat in the waiting room for two hours. He cried the whole time. Then we were told that they would not accept him. He had been sitting there drinking and got absolutely impossible, screaming and yelling. I, too, shouted something about being from a civilized country with free hospital and health care for everybody. Then the police were called and we were thrown out in great style.
We took a cab to the emergency room at Bellevue Hospital and sat there with the strangest people: screaming, hysterical, suicidal, and God knows what. We sat there until six o’clock in the morning, but nothing happened. Meanwhile the man drank his entire bottle and sat on the floor and cried with his head in Erica’s lap, while begging us not to leave him. Several times he urinated in his pants, and a pool formed around him as he took his penis out and let it hang there. Erica kept tucking it back in, but it kept coming out. Most of the patients had by then fled out of the room. Then he began to vomit all over the place, the most peculiar slimy and stinking puke I have seen in a long time. At that point, even the two nurses fled. We tried to wipe it up. Around six o’clock we were totally exhausted, and since the nurses solemnly promised that he would be admitted to the hospital, we went home and slept.
Two days later I went to Bellevue to visit him and give him some cigarettes. I was told that no one had been admitted under that name. I was furious and sad and dared not tell Erica about it at all. New York is a city which simply does not permit any human being to be human. If you are to survive here you must learn to leave other people to their fates. Erica, of course, is not from New York, so I will keep living with her for a while longer. But soon I will go back to the warmth of the South. New York’s cold does me in every time.

NEW YORK —

It’s part of a Bloomberg administration program to keep the homeless out of the expensive shelter system, which costs $36,000 a year per family. More than 550 families have left the city since 2007. All it takes is for a relative to agree to take them in.

The city employs a travel agency for domestic travel and the Department of Homeless Services handles international travel.

City officials say there are no limits on where a family can be sent and families can reject the offer.

Families have been sent to 24 states and five continents, mostly to Georgia, Florida, the Carolinas and Puerto Rico.

At least one family picked Paris, France and New York paid $6,332 for their tickets. Another flew to Johannesburg, South Africa, with the city picking up the tab for the $2,550 tickets.

City officials say none of the relocated families have returned to city shelters.

Phoenix Feeley goes topless at Coney Island, which she can legally do. Now Asbury Park in New Jersey may follow suit.

Why not Bring Topless to New York, If New Jersey is doing it???
Phoenix Feeley goes topless at Coney Island, which she can legally do. Now Asbury Park in New Jersey may follow suit.

Asbury Park, the Jersey Shore town made famous by Bruce Springsteen, may soon get another claim to fame – its very own topless beach.

“Baring your chest is really no big deal these days,” said Reggie Flimlin, who asked the Asbury Park City Council to allow women to doff their bikini tops on a stretch of city beach.

“Why are women’s rights still at the bottom of the totem pole in regards to female toplessness?” asked Flimlin, 48, who runs a yoga studio in the freewheeling town.

She said she and other women occasionally go topless on a secluded part of the beach, and aren’t worried about what men think.

“Men have better things to do than sit around and gawk at women all day long,” Flimlin said.

Asbury Park officials are considering the idea – and a city council vote is set for July 7, Deputy Mayor John Loffredo said.

“Women in other parts of the world go to the beach topless,” he said. “We think New Jersey women are just as beautiful as any women anywhere in the world.”

It’s a battle women already fought and won in New York – where every beach in the state is legally a topless beach. A 1992 ruling from the state’s highest court threw out a law that made it illegal for women to take their shirts off in public.

Judge Vito Titone called it “a law that discriminates against women by prohibiting them from removing their tops and exposing their bare chests in public as men are routinely permitted to do.”

This doesn’t include National Park Service beaches at Sandy Hook in New Jersey and Fire Island on Long Island, where there is no federal law against nude sunbathing – and park rangers keep areas marked clothing-optional.

Within the city, the NYPD recognizes that women can walk down the street topless, spokesman Paul Browne said. Still, some women have been busted for it.

A woman wearing only bodypaint and a thong won a $10,000 settlement from the city after she was arrested at the 2001 Mermaid Day Parade in Coney Island.

Four years later, east Village artist Phoenix Feeley was cuffed for walking topless down Delancey Street and later was paid $29,000 to drop her suit.

“I’ll go topless – or top-free, as we like to say – anywhere that a man can go top-free,” Feeley said. “It’s so sad how women are just so stigmatized, and they don’t see the importance of this equality.”

She’s fighting a similar case in New Jersey, after a 2008 arrest for sunbathing topless in Spring Lake.

In the meantime, she wants all New York women to know their rights when they go to the beach this summer.

“When I feel like taking off my shirt, I take off my shirt, and my bra or my bathing suit top,” Feeley said. “Every time you take off your shirt is pretty memorable.”

This is a fucking fail. The orders are to keep crime rates down, and the “Officers” are so retarded that they think it ment ‘ARREST ANYBODY!!’ God, this just proves more that New York fails.
There are more than enough people comitting the crimes to fulfill these quotas. All this “quota pressure” does it remind the cops not to slack off! “oh no, the cop arrested for comitting a crime cuz of a quota! wahhh!”. please.
Telling the truth gets you in trouble these days. It’s messed up when some cops harrass people and the real criminals get away.
Sounds like Officer Polanco is admitting to violating peoples civil rights to get days off from work.

Toshiba создала чип флэш-памяти рекордной емкости 128 Гбайт

(TOKYO: 6502) today announced the launch of a 128-gigabyte (GB)¹ embedded NAND flash memory module, the highest capacity yet achieved in the industry². The module is fully compliant with the latest e-MMC™³ standard, and is designed for application in a wide range of digital consumer products, including smartphones, tablet PCs and digital video cameras. Samples will be available in September, and mass production will start in the fourth quarter (October to December) of 2010.The new 128GB embedded device integrates sixteen 64Gbit⁴ (equal to 8GB) NAND chips fabricated with Toshiba’s cutting-edge 32nm process technology and a dedicated controller into a small package 17 x 22 x 1.4mm⁵. Toshiba is the first company to succeed in combining sixteen 64Gbit NAND chips, and applied advanced chip thinning and layering technologies to realize individual chips that are only 30 micrometers thick.

Toshiba offers a comprehensive line-up of single-package embedded NAND Flash memories in densities from 2GB to 128GB. They integrate a controller to manage basic control functions for NAND applications, and are compatible with the JEDEC e-MMC™ Version 4.4 and its new features. New samples of 64GB chips will also be available from August.

Demand continues to grow for large density chips that support high-resolution video and deliver enhanced storage, particularly in the area of embedded memories with a controller function that minimize development requirements and ease integration into system designs. Toshiba has established itself as an innovator in this key area, and is now reinforcing its leadership by being first to announce a 128GB generation module.

New Product Line-up

Product Number Capacity Package Sample Shipment Mass Production THGBM2T0DBFBAIF 128GB 237Ball FBGA 17x22x1.4mm Sept. 2010 4Q, 2010 (Oct.-Dec.) THGBM2G9D8FBAIF 64GB 237Ball FBGA 17x22x1.4mm Aug. 2010 4Q, 2010 (Oct.-Dec.)

Key Features:

The JEDEC e-MMC™ V4.4 compliant interface handles essential functions, including writing block management, error correction and driver software. It simplifies system development, allowing manufacturers to minimize development costs and speed time to market for new and upgraded products. The 128GB device stacks sixteen 64Gbit chips fabricated with leading-edge 32nm process technology. Application of advanced chip thinning, layering and wire bonding technologies has allowed Toshiba to achieve individual chips only 30 micrometers thick, and to layer and bond them in a small package. The result is an embedded flash memory module with the industry’s highest density. The new products are sealed in a small FBGA package only 17 x 22 x 1.4mm and has a signal layout compliant with the JEDEC eMMC™ V4.4.

Specifications e-MMC™

Interface JEDEC e-MMC™ V4.4 standard HS-MMC interface Power Supply Voltage 2.7V to 3.6V (memory core); 1.65V to 1.95V / 2.7V to 3.6V (interface) Bus width x1, x4, x8 Write Speed* 21MB per sec.6 (Sequential/Interleave Mode) 21MB per sec.6 (Sequential/No Interleave Mode)* Read Speed* 46MB per sec. (Sequential Mode/Interleave Mode) 55MB per sec. (Sequential/No Interleave Mode)* Temperature range -25degrees to +85degees Celsius Package 153Ball FBGA (+84 support balls) * Target figures

*About Toshiba Corp. and TAEC

Through proven commitment, lasting relationships and advanced, reliable electronic components, Toshiba enables its customers to create market-leading designs. Toshiba is the heartbeat within product breakthroughs from OEMs, ODMs, CMs, distributors and fabless chip companies worldwide. A committed electronic components leader, Toshiba designs and manufactures high-quality flash memory-based storage solutions, discrete devices, displays, advanced materials, medical tubes, custom SoCs/ASICs, digital multimedia and imaging products, microcontrollers and wireless components that make possible today’s leading cell phones, MP3 players, cameras, medical devices, automotive electronics and more. Toshiba America Electronic Components, Inc. is an independent operating company owned by Toshiba America, Inc., a subsidiary of Toshiba Corporation, Japan’s largest semiconductor manufacturer and the world’s third largest semiconductor manufacturer (Gartner, 2009 WW Semiconductor Revenue, April 2010). Toshiba was founded in 1875, and today operates a global network of more than 740 companies, with 204,000 employees worldwide and annual sales surpassing  $68 billion. For additional company and product information, please visit http://www.toshiba.com/taec/.

1When used herein in relation to memory density, gigabyte and/or GB means 1,024×1,024×1,024 = 1,073,741,824 bytes. Usable capacity may be less. For details, please refer to specifications. 2For embedded NAND flash memory modules. Source: Toshiba, June 2010. 3e-MMC™ is a trademark and a product category for a class of embedded memory products built to the JEDEC e-MMC™ Standard specification. 4 When used herein in relation to memory density, gigabit and/or Gbit means 1,024×1,024×1,024 = 1,073,741,824 bits. Usable capacity may be less. For details, please refer to specifications. 5Planned to be standardized to JEDEC specification. 6For purposes of measuring read and write speed in this context, 1 Megabyte or MB = 1,000,000 bytes. Maximum read and write speed may vary depending on the device, read and write conditions, and file size.

Information in this press release, including product pricing and specifications, content of services and contact information, is current and believed to be accurate on the date of the announcement, but is subject to change without prior notice. Technical and application information contained here is subject to the most recent applicable Toshiba product specifications. In developing designs, please ensure that Toshiba products are used within specified operating ranges as set forth in the most recent Toshiba product specifications and the information set forth in Toshiba;’s “Handling Guide for Semiconductor Devices,” or “Toshiba Semiconductor Reliability Handbook.” This information is available at www.chips.toshiba.com, or from your TAEC representative.

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This movie should explain Alice’s background more and make her more relatable to the audience about being different. In my opinion they should’ve hired a better actress for Alice and changed her personality a bit because she was everywhere. One moment she’d be a dreamer and the next she would be cynical. They should’ve given her a solid characteristic for development. I loved the moral and its another Disney movie that makes me sympathize for the villain. Could’ve been better but it was good.

IMO it was burtons best work in years a true weird universe Johnny Depp was amazing he has these ways of doing little glances and mannerisms that show his class as an actor his Mad Hatter wouldnt be out of place in a burton batman film if you think about it.

Am looking forward to another Tim Burton masterpiece. Different from the original novel, but still good.
Anne Hathaway doesn’t make a good white queen. And does anyone think Mia (Alice) looks like Gretel from The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas??

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According to doctors, such cases are frequent: during progress one fruit can absorb another. “Victim” any time continued the progress, eating through the general with the sister blood vessels, then was lost. In medicine this phenomenon refers to « fetus in fetu » – a germ in a germ…

Having learned about such anomaly of the daughter, mother has there and then written отказную and has left the child in hospital. Fortunately, the girl has carried – the compassionate married couple has adopted малышку, here only money for operation on extraction of the twin-parasite at adoptive parents while is not present.

New deposits in Afghanistan will deduce the country from a condition of war and poverty, the first secretary of the Afghani embassy in Russia Парвиз Аризу has declared. About it Аризу has told in interview to ” Russian news service ».« We know that Afghanistan, really, possesses rich natural resources; by means of the Soviet experts in territory of our country some tens deposits have been revealed, and tracking down of several of them became the present sensation », – have told Аризу.According to the first secretary, official reaction to the publication in The New York Times while is not present. « If one of the main reasons for extension of war in the country – economic instability, that, really, it gives an impulse of progress of economy, accordingly, we can solve and safety issues », – has noted Аризу.The first secretary has explained, that for attraction of investors by the government of Afghanistan the law according to which all works on deposits are carried out on the basis of tenders has been passed. « Speech does not go about the company belongs to what country, and about that they offered the most optimum and favourable conditions for Afghanistan. And I think, that there will be no doubts in th

The note pasted on the driver’s door says “In case of traffic violations, please contact The Palestinian Authority.”

The Israelis have evidence of ambulances and emergency vehicles set up the same way.

I Didn't Forget The 9/11 Celebrations

Do you Remember 911??? I do and so many americans the feeling in the air of unknown. But the Palestinians remember that day also but for them it was not a day of unknown it was a day of celebration. Here are the pictures of Palestinians Celebrating 911.  Sorry I did not mean to say Palestinians as nation its more Muslim population of region called palestine.

Many Americans support Muslims in Palestine but Americans forget that those Muslims are the ones who celebrated 911 as a National holiday. WAKE UP AMERICA!!!

These are Palestinians celebrating the atrocities of September 11. Depending on the outcome of our election, the Gaza and the West Bank will again erupt with joy on November 5th. Via al-Jazeera, the only network in the world to outdo the BBC for sheer seething hatred of the USA and everything it stands for, here's a report on Palestinians working from Gaza to get Obama elected:

These are Palestinians celebrating the atrocities of September 11. Depending on the outcome of our election, the Gaza and the West Bank will again erupt with joy on November 5th. Via al-Jazeera, the only network in the world to outdo the BBC for sheer seething hatred of the USA and everything it stands for, here’s a report on Palestinians working from Gaza to get Obama elected:

Joachim Crima's campaign billboard pictures the African immigrant in a white shirt and tie with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, photoshopped smiling in front of a winding blue river with the message "Vasily Crima – New District Chief." Except for the Cyrillic lettering, it could be a campaign poster from almost anywhere with a black population.

Joachim Crima’s campaign billboard pictures the African immigrant in a white shirt and tie with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, photoshopped smiling in front of a winding blue river with the message “Vasily Crima – New District Chief.” Except for the Cyrillic lettering, it could be a campaign poster from almost anywhere with a black population.

But in Russia, it turns heads.

Crima – who has adopted the Russian name Vasily Ivanovich – is running for a district seat on the Municipal Council in the southern Volgograd region where he grows and sells fruits and vegetables, mostly watermelons. A black person has never held office in Russia and very few have ever run.

He has been nicknamed “Volgograd Obama,” though the only thing that Crima, 37, and President Obama appear to have in common is African heritage. Crima is hesitant to compare himself to America’s new president though he admires Obama for “showing the world what black people could do. He made the dream of Martin Luther King real.”

“I want to make the lives of people who I consider my compatriots better. I am ready to work from morning until evening to resolve their problems,” he told Russian news service Ria Novisti. “In other words, I am ready to toil like a Negro.”

The cringe-inducing phrase is an all-too-common expression in Russia that Crima has adopted as his campaign slogan to convey his work ethic to potential constituents.

“If you call yourself a Negro it means you don’t care if other people call you that,” Crima told ABC News, explaining that he doesn’t find the term offensive. “Racism is everywhere, in some places more than others. It will disappear sooner or later.”

Russian society is notoriously racist. Beatings of immigrants are a regular occurrence. In the first six months of 2009, 36 people were killed in xenophobic attacks while 171 have been injured in Russia, according to the SOVA human rights group.

In a 2008 poll by the Levada Center, a Moscow-based think-tank, 57 percent of respondents agreed with the phrase “Russia for Russians.” African immigrants, even in the capital, Moscow, often don’t venture out alone for fear of harassment, or worse.

A DC airport ticket agent offers some examples of ‘why’ our country is in trouble:

1.  I had a New Hampshire Congresswoman (Carol Shea-Porter) ask for an aisle seat so that her hair wouldn’t get messed up by being near the window. (On an airplane!)

2.  I got a call from a Kansas Congressman’s (Moore) staffer (Howard Bauleke), who wanted to go to Capetown. I started to explain the length of the flight and the passport information, and then he interrupted me with, ”I’m not trying to make you look stupid, but Capetown is in Massachusetts ..”

Without trying to make him look stupid, I calmly explained, ”Cape Cod is in Massachusetts , Capetown is in Africa ”

his response — click.

3.  A senior Vermont Congressman (Bernie Sanders) called, furious about a Florida package we did. I asked what was wrong with the vacation in Orlando . He said he was expecting an ocean-view room. I tried t o explain that’s not possible, since Orlando is in the middle of the state.

He replied, ‘don’t lie to me, I looked on the map and Florida is a very thin state!” (OMG)

4.  I got a call from a lawmaker’s wife (Landra Reid) who asked, ”Is it possible to see England from Canada ?”

I said, ”No.”

She said, ”But they look so close on the map.” (OMG, again!)

5.  An aide for a cabinet member(Janet Napolitano) once called and asked if he could rent a car in Dallas . I pulled up the reservation and noticed he had only a 1-hour layover in Dallas . When I asked him why he wanted to rent a car, he said, ”I heard Dallas was a big airport, and we will need a car to drive between gates to save time.” (Aghhhh)

6.  An Illinois Congresswoman (Jan Schakowsky)  called last week. She needed to know how it was possible that her flight from Detroit left at 8:30 a.m., and got to Chicago at 8:33 a.m.

I explained that Michigan was an hour ahead of Illinois , but she couldn’t understand the concept of time zones. Finally, I told her the plane went fast, and she bought that.

7.  A New York lawmaker, (Jerrold Nadler) called and asked, ”Do airlines put your physical description on your bag so they know whose luggage belongs to whom?” I said, ‘No, why do you ask?’

He replied, ”Well, when I checked in with the airline, they put a tag on my luggage that said (FAT), and I’m overweight. I think that’s very rude!”

After putting him on hold for a minute, while I looked into it. (I was dying laughing). I came back and explained the city code for Fresno , Ca. is (FAT – Fresno Air Terminal), and the airline was just putting a destination tag on his luggage.

8.  A Senator John Kerry aide (Lindsay Ross) called to inquire about a trip package to Hawaii . After going over all the cost info, she asked, ”Would it be cheaper to fly to California and then take the train to Hawaii ?”

9.  I just got off the phone with a freshman Congressman, Bobby Bright (D) from Ala who asked, ”How do I know which plane to get on?”

I asked him what exactly he meant, to which he replied, ”I was told my flight number is 823, but none of these planes have numbers on them.”

10.  Senator Dianne Feinstein (D)
called and said, ”I need to fly to Pepsi-Cola , Florida . Do I have to get on one of those little computer planes?”

I asked if she meant fly to Pensacola , FL on a commuter plane.

She said, ”Yeah, whatever, smarty!”

11. Mary Landrieu (D) La. Senator called and had a question about the documents she needed in order to fly to China .  After a lengthy discussion about passports, I reminded her that she needed a visa. ‘Oh, no I don’t. I’ve been to China many times and never had to have one of those.”

I double checked and sure enough, her stay required a visa. When I told her this she said, ”Look, I’ve been to China four times and every time they have accepted my American Express!”

12. A New Jersey Congressman (John Adler) called to make reservations, ”I want to go from Chicago to Rhino, New York .”

I was at a loss for words. Finally, I said, ”Are you sure that’s the name of the town?”

‘Yes, what flights do you have?” replied the man.

After some searching, I came back with, ”I’m sorry, sir, I’ve looked up every airport code in the country and can’t find a rhino anywhere.”

”The man retorted, ”Oh, don’t be silly! Everyone knows where it is. Check your map!”

So I scoured a map of the state of New York and finally offered, ”You don’t mean Buffalo , do you?”

The reply? ”Whatever! I knew it was a big animal.”

Now you know why the Government is in the shape that it’s in!
Could anyone be this DUMB?
YES, THEY WALK AMONG US, ARE IN POLITICS, AND THEY CONTINUE TO BREED..
I don’t write it, I just offer it for your consideration. Like manure, you just gotta spread it around.