Month: August 2013
BATS and Direct Edge to Merge, Taking On Older Rivals – NYTimes.com:
“Several weeks ago, William OâBrien, the chief executive of the trading platform Direct Edge, and several of his senior managers flew discreetly to Kansas City, Mo. Waiting for them at the Charles B. Wheeler Downtown Airport there were Joe Ratterman, head of the rival BATS Global Markets, and his team.”
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- Labels: awareness, expectation, eyes, perspective, philosophy, truth
The American approach to law enforcement was forged by the experience of revolution. Emerging as they did from the shadow of British rule, the countryâs founders would likely have viewed police, as they exist today, as a standing army, and therefore a threat to liberty. Even so, excessive force and disregard for the Bill of Rights have become epidemic in todayâs world. According to civil liberties reporter Radley Balko, these are all symptoms of a generation-long shift to increasingly aggressive, militaristic, and arguably unconstitutional policingâone that would have shocked the conscience of Americaâs founders.
Rise of the Warrior Cop traces the arc of U.S. law enforcement from the constables and private justice of colonial times to present-day SWAT teams and riot cops. Today, relentless âwar on drugsâ and âwar on terrorâ pronouncements from politicians, along with battle-clad police forces with tanks and machine guns have dangerously blurred the distinction between cop and soldier. Balkoâs fascinating, frightening narrative shows how martial rhetoric and reactionary policies have put modern law enforcement on a collision course with the values of a free society.
- Labels: control, fascism, fear, government, liberty, police state
I’ve been having some fun learning to use a free, open source 3D Animation program called Blender to make this test-gif animation. I find tutorials on Youtube related to the projects i have in mind and presto…
This book does not follow ANY religions, but instead leads all Spiritual Evolution and Understanding.
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- Labels: acceptance, belief, compassion, god, religion, spirituality
Angel of Death
Raymundo Velázquez; ¿quién sigue? – La Jornada Guerrero:
Acaba de ser asesinado el luchador social Raymundo Velázquez Flores, dirigente de la Liga Agraria Revolucionaria del Sur Emiliano Zapata (Larsez), fundada por Genaro Vázquez Rojas y Antonio Sotelo Pérez; asesinato que se suma al del compañero Arturo Hernández Carmona y de muchos otros luchadores sociales de quienes la justicia se vuelve sorda, muda y ciega; conducta que evidencia la responsabilidad del Estado en esos crÃmenes. Y ahora ¿quién sigue?
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Savannah ..! Finn ..! look.
It’s him. I finded him ..It’s Captain Walker.
-What’s his talk?
-He ain’t made any wordstuff.
-It’s a long track. Maybe he’s burned out.
-Maybe.
-Maybe he’s just listening.
Walker? Hello?
Maybe he’s talking, but we ain’t hearing.
You see ..his lips ain’t moving.
Not with wordstuff, but maybe with sonic.
This is Delta-Fox-X-Ray. Can you hear me? Delta-Fox-X-Ray. Come in. Is anybody out there? Can you read me, Walker? What’s up, Doc? Can you hear me,
Yeah, I can hear your ..who are you
-Quiet!
-Shut up!
-Enough!
Who are you?
We are the waiting ones.
Waiting for what?
Waiting for you.
And who am I?
I think he be testing us .. this a testing, Walker? â¦you reckon we been slack?
I don’t know ..maybe you’ve been slack.
We ain’t ..we kept it straight. It’s all there. Everything marked ..everything ‘membered. You wait, you’ll see. This you knows. I be First Tracker. Times past count I done the Tell. But it weren’t me that tumbled Walker. It was Savannah. So it’s only right that she tell the Tell.
This ain’t one body’s story. It’s the story of us all. We got it mouth-to-mouth. You got to listen it and ‘member. ‘Cause what you hears today ..you got to tell the birthed tomorrow.
I’m looking behind us now. ..across the count of time . .down the long haul, into history back. In the end what were the start. It’s Pox-Eclipse, full of pain! And out of it we were birthed ..from crackling dust and fearsome time. It were full-on winter ..and Mr. Dead chasing them all. But one he couldn’t catch. That were Captain Walker.
He gathers up a gang, takes to the air and flies to the sky! So they left their homes,said bidey-bye to the high-scrapers . .and what were left of the knowing, they left behind. Some say the wind just stoppered. Others reckon it were a gang called Turbulence. And after the wreck, some had been jumped by Mr. Dead . .but some had got the luck,and it leads them here.
One look and they’s got the hots for it. They word it “Planet Earth. ” “We don’t need the knowing.We can live here. “
Time counts and keeps counting.They gets missing what they had. They get so lonely for the high-scrapers and the video. And they does the pictures so they’d ‘member all the knowing that they lost.
‘Member this?
-Tomorrow-morrow Land!
‘Member this?
-The River of Light!
‘Member this?
-Skyraft!
‘Member this?
-Captain Walker!
‘Member this?
-Mrs. Walker!
Then Captain Walker picked them of an age and good for a long haul. They counted twenty, and that were them. The great leaving. The rescue party departed at first light ..led by Flight Captain. Walker. “May God have mercy on our souls. ” They said bidey-bye to them what they’d birthed.And from the nothing ..they looked back ..and Captain Walker hollered:
“Wait, one of us will come.”
“Wait, one of us will come.”
And somebody did come. .Walker! We’s heartful to you, Captain Walker. We’s ready now. Take us home. We kept it straight! Everything marked, everything ‘membered!
You kept it real good. You ain’t been slack.
Why are we waiting?
That ain’t me ..you got the wrong guy.
-Quit joshing!
-Catch the wind.
-We got to see Tomorrow-morrow Land!
-Home! Tomorrow-morrow Land!
There were places like these.Cities. They were called cities.They had lots of knowing. They had skyscrapers ..videos and they had the sonic.Then this happened. This Pox-Eclipse happened, and it’s finished. It isn’t there anymore. You got to understand that this is home.And there ainât no tomorrow Land ..and I ain’t Captain Walker.
This is it!We’s loaded and waiting, Captain. We got the wind up our arse, Captain. Let’s go!Who’s coming? We’s pulling a leaving.
There ain’t gonna be no leavings. All that’s just jerking time.We’s working it different. Ain’t you seen nothing? He couldn’t catch the wind. There weren’t no skyrafting. There won’t be no salvage-shun. This is our Tomorrow-morrow Land. He’s proof of that.
Programmed! All of you programmed. If he ain’t Captain Walker, who is he? He ain’t no different to us. He slogged it on foot. If he can get here, we can get back.He ain’t much bigger than us. Copilot did it. So why can’t we? That’s the trick of it. Who’s coming? Across the nothing? Don’t you ‘member? When you finded him, he were half jumped by Mr. Dead. Nobody’s saying it ain’t a hard slog. If we wants the knowing, it ain’t an easy ride.
Look ..! There ain’t no knowing! There ain’t no skyraft and no sonic. You slog out there to nothing! Worse than nothing. The first place you’ll find is a sleaze pit called Bartertown. If the earth doesn’t swallow you up,that place will.
Don’t listen to im ..! He’s got wordstuff out his ass! Whoever’s got the juice, track with us.
Now listen good! I’m not Captain Walker. I’m the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket. I say we’re gonna stay here. And we’ll live a long time and we’ll be thankful. Right?
Yeah right .. whoever’s got the juice, track with us.
- Labels: anarchy, apocalypse, atomic bomb, bill, Culture, government, myths, prophesy, religion, superstition
Death on a Pale Horse
Joseph Mallord William Turner
1825-1830
“The gun is good.
The penis is evil.
The penis shoots seeds,
and makes new life to poison
the Earth with a plague of men,
as once it was, but the gun shoots death,
and purifies the Earth of the filth of brutals.
Go forth . . . and kill!”