There are some things we don’t need to see. A beheading is one of them. We don’t need to see a knife up against a throat in order to sensationalize a horrific act. We don’t need a video on the internet. I think we can not only imagine the act and the emotion we can take the criminals word for it that it really happened and the victim is indeed, dead.
The only thing that video served to do is EXCACTLY what the CRIMINALS that filmed it intended it to do. I don’t think we should play into their schemes by showing the images over and over again. Maybe if we just report on the crime and what our government intends to do about it the CRIMINALS will not feel that beheading journalists is worth the efforts and the risks involved in the capture and the captivity involved. This execution, as with the others that were filmed was propaganda meant to inflame and to provoke. It has worked in the past. I say, “No more”. We don’t want it. We should shame the media that shows it. This has NOTHING to do with freedom of the press. We know what was done. It wasn’t hidden from us. We just don’t need to see what is, really a snuff film to understand the fact.
Posted at;http://leaksource.info/ – In video footage captured Tuesday night at the protests in Ferguson, citizen journalistRebelutionary Z using live streaming website Ustream to document the protests in real-time walks with a crowd of protesters and other media when a police officer approaches with his gun raised.
“My hands are up bro, my hands are up,” Rebelutionary Z says.
“I will fucking kill you,” the officer replies. “Get back! Get back!”
Someone in the group asks, “You’re going to kill him? What’s your name, sir?” The officer replies: “Go fuck yourself.”
A second police officer then approaches him and pushes his gun away from the crowd while escorting him away.
In a second video recorded during the first incident, journalist Caleb-Michael Files tells the officer to “put the fucking gun down.” He refuses.
Wednesday afternoon the Internet went to work investigating who #OfficerGoFuckYourself is, and was able to identify him as Ray Albers: Read more…
by Joseph Robertson/Posted at;challengernewspaper.org -
Since the first settlements of Euro-colonial North America, there have been large countercultural movements who adopt the nomadic lifestyle. Although America has not maintained any single “wander culture” for more than a few decades, a comparatively large percentage of the population trade in their nine-to-five for odd jobs, their suburban home for a tent – forming distinct cultures that inspire new generations of travelers.
The first significant one of these countercultures was a wild, rowdy bunch of migrant trappers who made their livings and fortunes from beaver pelts which they took on extensive trips into largely unexplored tracts of wilderness, far west of the coastal colonial establishments of the time. It was typical for a lone trapper or group to spend months, even years, exploring new mountain ranges – hunting and trading with friendly tribes of Native Americans to sustain their rations. Their culture was discernibly separate from the other colonists; they had their own phrases, slang, dress, traditions. They didn’t subscribe to the prudent conduct of the time – instead valuing self-sufficiency, physical ability, and the very wildness that earned them mixed sentiments of respect and disdain from more civil Easterners, who depended on them for furs to sustain their fashion statements. With the advent of Western use of silk for fine clothing, the Mountain Men went out of fashion with beaverskin hats.
The next great American wandering culture followed shortly thereafter: the Old West cowboy. Although the cowboys inhabited the low plains of the South where cattle could be herded on horseback from ranch to market, they shared a similar lifestyle with the Mountain Men; living outdoors, dependent on the weather and terrain. With the development of the railroad, cattle could be carried efficiently in specialized cars, and the cowboys were phased out in the area as soon as the rail came in. The same rail that killed one wanderculture, however, would be the transportation for the next wave to come.
At the end of the Civil War, thousands of soldiers returning from both sides of the conflict got off the troop train only to realize that their homes, families and jobs had been destroyed by the war. Many of these displaced warriors took back to the rails, this time as migrant workers; working odd jobs for the railroad, and in construction and agriculture. These workers became known as “hobos,” perhaps because they were “Homeward Bound” after the war, or “Hoe Boys” because they worked in farmers’ fields. Hobos developed a distinct culture for decades which affected mainstream culture. The common use of hobo slang words such as “main drag,” and “punk” in American English are evi-dence of this. The movement boomed in the thirties with the Great Depression but fell off in the forties due to the WWII drafts and birth of welfare programs.
The next culture to champion the road were the beat generation, the intellectual precursor to the hippie movement – fathered by a small group of intellectual, adventurous Columbia University students including Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady. This was the first major wanderculture who wandered for purely idealistic reasons rather than an alternative way of self-sustenance. The beat generation inspired a wave of wanderers called “beatniks,” and increasing media attention popularized the culture, bringing large masses of young people to the scene. In the early 60s Bob Dylan’s new rock style became the rage; the culture shifted and the hippie was born from the ashes of the forgotten beat generation.
Same old, same old. I’ve been watching the news ever since my earliest memories. From black and white to high def, it’s all the same. Cycles of time when it seems as if we’ve finally got our act together and then something or someone comes along to allow us to embrace the petty and the mean in ourselves. Two steps forward, one back and its getting not only tiring but it’s downright embarrassing at this point in our history.
I get tired or saying this but I do still believe in this;
We are better than this. We are.
We know what is right and what is wrong. We know that sooner or later in every life there comes a time when we have no choice but to stand for what is right for everyone as human beings. Oh, we have some handy excuses not to, Religion, Race, Country, Economics…
But we as humans have been around too long now not to know in our hearts that these are nothing BUT excuses.
We can admit our past mistakes and face them and our cruelties and learn how to rise up as better or we can let those same old excuses keep us back, drag us backwards, make us look and act as uncivilized as if we were still hunting wooly mammoths. Hell, they may have had a better society back then than we have now. I wouldn’t be surprised. Suits and briefcases do not automatically make us a better one, just better dressed.
Here are two quotes that pretty much sum up how I feel:
“We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness.”
“I always liked the idea that America is a big facade. We are all insects crawling across on the shiny hood of a Cadillac. We’re all looking at the wrapping. But we won’t tear the wrapping to see what lies beneath.”
Can we try to be better than insects? Can we figure out what it takes to truly understand how to ALL be members of the HUMAN race?
Posted at; http://baltuska.com - Do you notice you feel better when you walk barefoot on the Earth? Long walks on the beach may have more to offer than romance and peace of mind. Research indicates that electrons from the Earth have antioxidant effects that can protect your body from inflammation and its many well-documented health consequences. For most of our evolutionary history, humans have had continuous contact with the Earth.
It is only recently that building materials like asphalt, wood and rugs, in our homes have separated us from this contact. Only in the past 100 years have we begun to design shoes with plastics and rubbers that act as electric insulators that prevent the Earth’s natural flow of energy from reaching the human body. Think to yourself: “When is the last time I spent physically touching the earth?” For some people, this may be years!
It is known that the Earth maintains a negative electrical potential on its surface. When you are in direct contact with the ground when standing, walking, sitting, or laying down, the earth’s electrons are conducted to your body, bringing it to the same electrical potential as the earth. Living in direct contact with the earth grounds your body, inducing favorable physiological and electrophysiological changes that promote optimum health.
There is emerging science documenting how conductive contact with the Earth, which has is also known as Earthing or grounding, is highly beneficial to your health and completely safe. Earthing appears to minimize the consequences of exposure to potentially disruptive fields like “electromagnetic pollution” or “dirty electricity.” Some of the recent evidence supporting this approach involves multiple studies documenting Earthing’s improvement in immune system function, blood viscosity, heart rate variability, inflammation, cortisol dynamics, sleep, autonomic nervous system balance, and stress reduction. – See more at: http://baltuska.com/grounding-or-earthing/#sthash.4JQGDVEI.dpuf
By Damian Corless/Posted independent.ie - Forty-five years ago, Dublin, Belfast and Mayo were the sites of strange scenes involving big stars. Damian Corless rewinds the crazy clock .
Peter Sellers was born in Dublin 80 years ago in 1924, and again in Portsmouth the following year. It sounds like a line from The Goon Show, the zany radio showcase that made him a star, but it’s true. Sort of.
Sellers’ English parents, variety actors, were touring a show in Ireland when the first Peter was stillborn. The one who would find global stardom was born a year later and registered as Richard Henry, but named Peter after his older brother. It was a fitting start for a man described as a chameleon, a cypher and a mimic, whose entire life was a mish-mash of characters to the exclusion of any personality of his own.
He ran through a dazzling array of comic characters when he appeared on The Late Late Show in 1971. He was a gas guest, until Gay Byrne asked, for a second time, why Sellers had recently moved to Ireland. His playfulness evaporated and he shot back: “I’m not going to answer that. You’re trying to get me on the tax dodge.”
In fact, he was one of the first to avail of CJ Haughey’s 1969 Artist’s Tax Exemption, arriving after a send-off party attended by Princess Margaret, Warren Beatty and a host of other stars. Sellers and his new wife Miranda settled into Carlton House in Maynooth behind five miles of high walls. read more…