Last night as I was sitting in a cafe with a couple of friends Britney Spears' "If You Seek Amy" came on and one of my friends noted how blatantly unmeaningful the chorus is. Especially the line

"All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy"

And it really does make no sence, or at least until you listen to the phonetic expretion of this line. Watch the video and listen carefully to the chorus of "If You Seek Amy" . What She actually says can be dissambigued into letters as follows:
"All of the boys and all the girls are begging to
if (F)
you (U)
see (C)
ka (K)
my (M(e)).

This reminded me of another song - Lady Gagas' "Poker Face" were she might actually be singing about oral sex. In the bridge Poker Face sounds alot like Poke Her Face. And what does she mean by "Russian Roulete is not the same without a gun"? OR:
"I wanna hold em' like they do in texas, please
Fold em' let em' hit me, raise it baby, stay with me"

I said it before and I shall say it again.You are being fed subliminal messages,so please:

there's a way..
we can survive
there's a way...
we can get close to flying
there's a way I know
there is no harm in trying
take a little love, and pass it on...

Paul Woodward, December 09. 2009 10:22AM

Comment:

So what does this basically mean. Nothing more than another example of the hypocracy of "democracy". The developed nations who are to blame for the greenhouse gas emitions want to have the power over major policy decisions, regarding greenhouse gases. In other words they would bythemselves be able to veto any proposed measure for reduction of polution if it is not up to their liking, as they will have 3 times the voting power of developing and economically insignificant nations. Mr.Obama I suggest you read the protocol of the Kyotto Convention.

Open up your eyes,and realise those lies!

Here's a 1924 telegram from then Chief of U.S. Naval Operations, Edward W. Eberle, instructing all Naval stations to monitor the airwaves for any unusual transmissions due to anticipated contact from Martians. August 22nd of that year was witness to the closest Mars opposition since 1804 (a mere 55,777,566 km), and as such provided desirable conditions in which to receive radio signals from the Red Planet. The man tasked with clearing the airwaves - a Professor David Todd - somehow managed to persuade both the Army and Navy to report any findings for a three day period, but failed to silence the country's private radio broadcasters for even two days. Needless to say, the three day exercise produced nothing but static.

Transcript

WASHINGTON-ALASKA MILITARY CABLE AND TELEGRAPH SYSTEM
TELEGRAM

RECEIVED AT 1308 1ST AVENUE, SEATTLE, WASH.

18RD B 78 GOVT DUPE

RD PUGETSOUND WN AUG 22 1924

GOVT COMDT 13 NAV DIST

SEATTLE WN

7021 ALNAVSTA EIGHT NAVY DESIRES COOPERATE ASTRONOMERS WHO BELIEVE POSSIBLE THAT MARS MAY ATTEMPT COMMUNICATION BY RADIO WAVES WITH THIS PLANET WHILE THEY ARE NEAR TOGETHER THIS END ALL SHORE RADIO STATIONS WILL ESPECIALLY NOTE AND REPORT ANY ELECTRICAL PHENOMENON UNUSUAL CHARACTER AND WILL COVER AS WIDE BAND FREQUENCIES AS POSSIBLE FROM 2400 AUGUST TWENTY FIRST TO 2400 AUGUST TWENTY FOURTH WITHOUT INTERFERRING WITH TRAFFIC 1800

SECNAV WASHN DC

257P

Time to wake up, It's the begining of your game.
The synthesis of good and evil and what lies inbetween.
Blazing on the surface,superficial deep ends.
People can be weird only if your weird with them.
Metamorphing words as a depiction of a man.
The goals of a free soul,animated in a frame.
I would like to know what is the ocean for a whale.
I dream to comprehend nature's everlasting plan.
Tell me,can a door exist without a wall put by man?
Can a life be worthy if you never make a change?
For the alternative perception,a transition to power,
and it;s prominent affection,
represent nothing more,than escalation of descend.
A silent war is raging on,for the loyalty of men.
Narrower the view becomes,the bigger is the plasma screen.
Individual perception leads to personal reactions,
So my vessel floats.
As I set a course for Avalon,
and challenge many more to tag along.

John Byrnes sent the following beautiful letter to his 2-year-old daughter in 1942, months after being called to New Guinea to fight the japanese forces during World War II. Realising that he may never return home, Byrnes wrote an extremely personal, heart-wrenching message in an effort to explain his current situation. Unfortunately - to me at least - the conclusion to this story is unknown, but hopefully this wasn't the last contact he made.

Transcript follows.













Transcript

Wednesday
Oct 21, 1942

My Dear Little Girl,

Last night was a beautiful moonlit night. Every star that studded the sky was sparkling like a jewel. The air was crisp, but faintly perfumed, with all the fragrances only a lovely spring night can devise. Today it is raining hard, the wind is fierce and cold. Yes! It is miserable, something you want to pass by quickly, so that the night will again be beautiful.

Life too, Anne, is like the weather. Some days are so lovely, the happenings of those days so enchanting, you never can forget them. Some are so unhappy, you wish they never happened but, alas, they must for your life, your Mother’s, mine, everyone’s is so mixed up with joy and sadness that you never have one or the other for long. One replaces the other with a speed that is amazing.

Thus it happened just two years ago. Your Mother knew and I knew that you were going to be born. Those days were anxious ones, Anne. As the days went by your Mother used to smile at me with those lovely brown eyes. Eyes that shone with courage and resolve. If she had anxiety in her mind she never showed it but it must have been there. In my heart and mind torments raged that no one will ever know. But through all the doubts all the worries and all the long, anxious hours an end came, bringing with it, you.

From that hour, it was early in the morning, the lives of two people were filled with inexplicable happiness. When I called to see your Mother that day I shall never forget the beauty, the happiness that shone up at me from her precious little face. Neither will I forget the pride and the joy that surged right through me when the nurse brought you along and I held you in my arms.

Soon we took you home. The months sped by, and you gradually took a hold in our hearts. You laughed so much at such silly things we did to claim your attention. We showed you off to so many people. Your eyes, so big and questioning never failed to win admiration. Your curly hair was indeed a special joy.

And as each month sped by you grew. First you sat up, then stood up, then crawled, then walked. As each stage passed funny little incidents occurred. Perhaps no one ever noticed them or remembered them. But your Mother and I did. Every night, when I came home from work, there were stories of your conduct through the day to be told. Some days you were good and others you were naughty. Like, for instance, the day when a little mischievous spirit seized onto you and strips of wall paper came from the wall, Other thoughts came crowding into my mind, memories of days gone by when we laughed at you, scolded you, and, some serious times when we worried over you.

The first year of your life passed away, quickly perhaps, but you grew so quickly every day was an adventure not only for yourself but for us. You had a party for your first birthday, and although you sat up like Jacky you probably will never remember it. But that day you got “Goog’ga” for a present. Poor “Goog-ga”. As each week passed he got dirtier and more worn. And the dirtier he got the more you loved him. Then at Xmas,”Teddy” came along. Dear old Teddy. So plump and with such a frizzy coat. In a few months he was still plump but his hair was not so frizzy. Then, you’d never go to sleep unless Teddy and “Goog-ga” were tucked in with you. You’ll never know how angelic, how like a cherub you looked, when after your bath you were popped into bed with your little playmates. Indeed God is good. How many times have your Mother and I crept in to see you sleeping. And how many times have I wiped away tears, gentle little tears of happiness from her eyes when we came out.

All those days were so beautiful, like the night I sat and watched yesterday evening. But soon came the rain. Your lovely country, so free and so proud, was fighting for its life. Those indeed were dark days. I had to leave Mother and you and become a soldier. Thousands of other Daddies went too, because we had to fight so that all the Mothers and little boys and girls could live happily. That was many months ago. I do not know how long it will be before we will be home again together. But rain my little darling does not last for ever.
Through the blackest clouds a little piece of blue appears. The wind blows, and soon the clouds go. So too will peace come and then we can be all happy again.

Because I’m a soldier now Anne I cannot attend your birthday this year. You are going to have a party and I wont be there. But while that party is on I’ll be thinking of you and your Mother. Thinking of the day you came along, and of the days that have gone by since. You are lovely now, like your Mother. Some day, when you grow up, some man is going to be lost in your loveliness, like I was when I fell in love with your Mother. But no matter. We cannot have you forever. While we do we’ll teach you all the lovely things of life, and there are so many beautiful things in life. There are, too, bad things and, these also we will tell you about so that you’ll know how to pass them by.

Maybe it will be years before you will be able to read this letter but when you can you’ll know at least how much we love you and how much you mean to us.

I am looking forward to seeing you soon and to seeing those big brown eyes of yours laugh back at me. Until then my little girl.

Goodbye and God bless you on your birthday.

From your adoring

“Dad-da”

You love to hate and you hate to love.
You only feel when you are involved.
You're so consumed with how much you get.
You fill your heart with pain and regret.

You're fading,when he keeps on taking.

You believe that we are by no mark the same.
You tie with others on the basis of hate.
You fill your pockets but you empty your soul.
You bow to idols that no not what is love.

You're fading,when he keeps on taking.

I fade with you,even though I can see
that which you bypass,that you hold the key.
We're hopeless,until our hearts are frozen.
We're sightless,and vision is priceless.

You're fadin,when he keeps on taking.

Revelation 13

And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.

And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion and the dragon gave him power, and his seat, and great authority…

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads,

And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom, Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast for it is the number of a man, and his number is Six hundred threescore and six….

The British College of Heraldry, using a system of guidelines over 500 years old, designed the Royal Coat of Arms.Here I present an analysis that finds links to the beast(antichrist) described in Joan's Revelation.Symbols can be analysed in numerous way but for the british coat of arms it is known that it has been designed with strict biblical symbolism.And as it has never been said where the symbols draw pictographical sense from a few more versions should be outlayed besides the commonly accepted one,perscribing the symbols to the old testimony and it's symbolism.

The symbols on the British’s Coat of Arms reveal written Hebrew origin. According to the bible the harp symbolises the Hebrew king david. The biblical roaring lion with the unicorn holding up a shield symbolise the nation of Israel. A model [?jun ending dwa?] means guarding my right indicating the divine right of the british monarch to the eternal throne. Now what makes this really interesting is that the full symbol contains all the biblic revelation and symbolism of the anti-christ himself.I took the time to make a pictogramm,that you can see below this text.And in the spirit of look the find,comprae them to the entity desribed in the above qutoted revelation.I ask you to do that,so as to not have this information handed to you in a one-way channel.In other words I want you to think and analise for yourself.

(c) Outspoken Poet

Wouldn't it be foolish to pretend that the world is fine?
That everyone is living good and noone sufers,
that free speach is appritiated,that the government ain't lying.
Wouldn't it be foolish not to notice what is going,
our homeland is being sold while we chase ephimeral happyness abroad.
And what is left is a country of the old,
thrown away and neglected,once a nations memory and gold.
And the young fade away in oblivion of conscience,
What was once a steady pillar,now is outdated morals.
Tell me wouldn't it be foolish to let yourself fade away,
in a meaningless existence,until your life turns grey.
Wouldn't it be foolish not rise above the filth,
not ever make a change.
Maybe your better standing still!


Wouldn't It be foolish (to) live the life of a fool?
Wouldn't it be foolish by the rules of the cool?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it be foolish going through as a slave?
Wouldn't it be foolish not to think of other slaves?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it be foolish still to keep my mouth shut,
when I cant hear my own thoughts from the screams.Am I nuts?
To let this shit slide for so many years,so many times.
But now I'm strapped with my own mind,rejecting lies.
Wouldn't it be foolish to watch our world spin out of control,
as we dig our on graves where we burry our souls.
Anothers' pain fades away,just as easy as our days,
our sins reinforce,the last thng that we would slay.
Wouldn't it be foolish not to act or speak,like you do?
Wouldn't it be even foolish (to) spread lies like you do?
Just a short glimpse into time,for what is not there
and for what will never be mine-
a mind at ease,soul at peace,ethernal shine.
Livin in this world is mad wrong.
From a boy who can't smile,comes his gift,a sad song.

Wouldn't It be foolish (to) live the life of a fool?
Wouldn't it be foolish by the rules of the cool?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it be foolish going through as a slave?
Wouldn't it be foolish not to think of other slaves?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it make sence to be the one who makes a mend?

"This was decied on by European institutions in a midnight compromise for a reform of the telecom market. Brussels is triggered when France passed a law providing for the prohibition of Internet services for consumers, apprehended with illegally download content - like music and movies from the network.

Magistrate will now have to decide whether action against Internet pirates are necessary and whether the termination of the relationship is "appropriate and proportionate". According to the European institutions access to the Internet is part of human rights and to stop so it should be provided where appropriate. "

24chasa 05 November

Don't be quick to cheer.As pleasing as this law may seem to most of us,who now feel that existence without the web is impossible,there is another side to it.And this is control.The internet provides the easiest way for governments to spy on their people.So what if you do some piracy,it's still outweight by the benefits of knowing your every step.Thats why the law passed in France was vetoed within 24h - a precedent for the EU legal system.But what you dont know is that even if you want to terminate your connection,you would still have to go to court for it.Yes,Big brother is slowly but surely tightening the rope around our necks.

And since when is internet access a part of human rights?I don't recollect there being a convention recently.The point is that actions like these should serve us,the people, as a red light to hold our governments accountable.After all we live in democracy - a rule of the selected by the people and for the people.In the words of George Washington:

"It's the peoples responcibility to hold their governments accountable for everything they feel is in breach with their constitional right"

Democray is only yours if you can keep it,so open up your eyes and realise those lies!

Today I stroll down memory lane.
Across the path of my mistakes,
and under the arch of my triumphs,
where my pile of dissapointments lays.
It's a personal voyage that I've taken many times.
And every time at the end of the line
I shun and close my eyes.
They expand wide shut,
as I fall back into my state.
An abnormal normality.
Dreaming a reality,
whilst dreaming in reality.

I love formula one.You can call me a real fan.As a matter of fact I have watched every race since Suzuka in Oct 1998.Even if I couldn't watch the whole race I watched at least a couple of laps.It's really something that only those alike can understand.

So today was the last race of the 2009 season at the brand new Yas Marina track in Abu Dhabi,a unique track and the first race that would start at sunset and finish at night under artificial light,the more reason that I had to watch the race even after a heavy Haloween last night.So i packed my bag for a study stint at the library after the race and I left my apartment around 12:30(I don't have a TV at the moment).I had decided to watch the race at bar in my University Union.Upon my arrival I was stopped by the porter/security guard.A middle aged,slightly overweight man with a goate.He asked me for my student or union member card.I couldn't really tell wether he is being unfriendly or just nonchalant.But anyways I handed both cards to him nad after a quick glance I had clearance to enter the premises.

Little did I know that there is a football game at the same time and the F1 race will have to submerge to popular demand.Frustrated with the idea of having to quickly find another venue whilst walking in the rain I made my way out.At the doors was the porter who surprised at my quick departure asked me whats up.So I briefly described the situation and to my surprise he said "well look no further mate.You are a member,I'll find ya a TV room".Initially I tried to turn the offer down,humble as I am,but the man was insisting.By the vibrations of his voice and speech I could tell he ment well,so I just followed.Two minutes later and 3 floors up he unlocked a small confrence room with couches and a big size flat screen tv and gave me the proof tested "make your self comfortable lad.Of course you gonna watch the formula one race".And indeed I did,but what I really want to express is my surprise.A gesture not so big,but a differance all so great.It is so wonderfull but all so rare to experience spontanious kindness today that I just had to write it down.If not for anything else at least for the fact that it enforced my hope for our society.And I believe that we all have it in us to be a bit more altruistic.We just need to realise the joy we can draw from the joy we bring to others.

So PLEASE,open up your eyes.

By Naomi Wolf

Hearings are underway in the US Senate to assess what to do with the 240 detainees still behind bars at Guantanamo Bay, and what will become of the military tribunals and detention without trial that the administration of former US president George W. Bush and a compliant Congress put into place. The US Congress is also debating what will happen to the detention camp itself, which was established in 2002 to house men who were allegedly “the worst of the worst,” in a setting deliberately framed by Bush attorneys as “legal outer space.”
But are those Senate hearings actually window dressing on a new reality that is just as bad as the old one — and in some ways worse?

Military tribunals without due process are up and running again. While US President Barack Obama has released a few prisoners, notably Chinese Uighurs, and sent another for a real trial in New York City, he is now, chillingly, signaling that he is about to begin “preventive detention”(incarciration for crimes that suspects are yet to comit), which would empower him to hold forever an unspecified number of prisoners without charges or trials.

On a visit to Guantanamo, Department of Defense spokesman Joe DellaVedova told me that a series of panels were reviewing the detainees’ files, a process that will take until the end of this year. The review will sort the detainees into three categories: those who will be tried in criminal courts in the US; those who will be released and sent to other countries; and those who “can’t be released and can’t be tried and so have to be held indefinitely … what is being called ‘preventive detention.’”I was stunned. DellaVedova’s comment suggested that the review process was merely political theater. If there is to be a genuine review of the accusations against these detainees, how can it be known in advance that the third category will be required? Indefinite preventive detention is, of course, the foundation of a police state.Human rights organizations knew that Obama had prepared the way, in public-relations terms, for some criminal trials — talking up the “supermax” security of some US prisons, and noting that other terrorists have successfully been tried by the US’ justice system. (Other democracies, such as the UK and Spain, always try terrorism suspects, including alleged al-Qaeda members, in ordinary criminal trials.)

But, six months after he ordered an end to torture and CIA “black sites,” and promised to close Guantanamo within a year, Obama seems to be re-branding Bush’s worst excesses.He has brought in planeloads of journalists to Guantanamo Bay to show them a “safe, transparent and humane” facility that now offers fresh baklava and video viewing from a shackled loveseat.But the roughly 240 detainees remain incarcerated without having been charged with any crime, and will still not get a fair trial, even under Obama’s proposed military commissions. After all, the prosecutor, the judge and the “panel” are all to be US government employees.Furthermore, Obama’s Justice Department has invoked Bush’s argument that the State Secrets Act bars evidence about torture from being disclosed, which means that anyone who was tortured can never appear in court. Moreover, Obama has sought to suppress hundreds of photographs depicting sexual assault in US-run prisons, and has done nothing to roll back the Patriot Act.

Why should Obama, who has carefully studied the Constitution, be backtracking this way?First, he does not dare appear to be “soft on terror.” Second, perhaps he needs to be able to try the Guantanamo detainees in a rigged setting, or even keep them from trial forever: Lawyers claim that torture, including sexual torture, was so endemic in the CIA and the military that Obama could be holding scores, if not hundreds, of prisoners whose bodies are crime scenes.

Wells Dixon, a lawyer at the Center for Constitutional Rights who represents some of the detainees, said the Obama administration cannot risk calling the torture practices crimes, so it calls them “classified sources and methods” that cannot be revealed in court.
“I can’t even tell you about the way my clients were tortured or I will be prosecuted,” he says.
In fact, even the explanation of why this material is classified cannot be reproduced, because the explanation itself is privileged.Nor has the access of lawyers to their Guantanamo clients improved under Obama. “We are subject in all detainee cases to a protective order,” Dixon says.

“Under this order, everything the detainee says is classified,” unless the Department of Defense “Privilege Team” decides otherwise, he says.

Dixon then told me a revealing story of one of his clients, Majid Khan, a so-called “high-value detainee” who was held for three years in CIA “black sites.” Khan was tortured, Dixon said, though “the government would say that what happened to him is an ‘intelligence source or method.’”Because Dixon has a security clearance, he cannot discuss those classified “sources and methods.”On the other hand, Dixon continued: “When the government does something to [Khan] that they say is classified, they have disclosed to him classified information. But since he doesn’t have a security clearance, there is nothing that prevents him, unlike me, from saying to the outside world: ‘This is what they did to me.’ Nothing prevents that — except for the fact that he is physically in custody.”’

The “logical conclusion,” Dixon says, is that Khan “must be detained for the rest of his life — regardless of whether he is ever charged with a crime — because if he was ever released, nothing would prevent him from disclosing this information.

Majid Khan — and there are many more like him — is a classic product of the Bush administration’s disregard for the fundamental principles of the rule of law. Unfortunately, Obama’s administration, for all its lofty rhetoric, appears too willing to perpetuate it.

COPYRIGHT: PROJECT SYNDICATE

Daily Telegraph
By James Slack
Last updated at 8:44 AM on 21st October 2009

An astonishing £380 a minute will be spent on surveillance in a massive expansion of the Big Brother state.The £200million-a-year sum will give officials access to details of every internet click made by every citizen - on top of the email and telephone records already available.

It is a 1,700 per cent increase on the cost of the current surveillance regime.

Last night LibDem home affairs spokesman Chris Huhne described the sum as 'eye-watering'."There is already enough concern at the level of Government snooping,' he said.The increase in money spent on tapping phones and emails is all the more baffling when Britain is still one of the few countries not to allow intercept evidence in court, even in terrorist cases.'

State bodies including councils are already making one request every minute to spy on the phone records and email accounts of members of the public.The number of snooping missions carried out by police, town halls and other government departments has rocketed by 44 per cent in two years to a rate of 1,381 new cases every day.

Ministers say the five-year cost of the existing regime is £55.61million, an average of £11million a year.

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Open up your eyes,realise those lies!

I didn't have a blog back then, so I post it now.

In A Secret Paris Cavern,
The Real Underground Cinema

By Jon Henley in Paris
The Guardian - UK
9-8-4

Police in Paris have discovered a fully equipped cinema-cum-restaurant in a large and previously uncharted cavern underneath the capital's chic 16th arrondissement. Officers admit they are at a loss to know who built or used one of Paris's most intriguing recent discoveries. "We have no idea whatsoever," a police spokesman said. "There were two swastikas painted on the ceiling, but also celtic crosses and several stars of David, so we don't think it's extremists. Some sect or secret society, maybe. There are any number of possibilities." Members of the force's sports squad, responsible - among other tasks - for policing the 170 miles of tunnels, caves, galleries and catacombs that underlie large parts of Paris, stumbled on the complex while on a training exercise beneath the Palais de Chaillot, across the Seine from the Eiffel Tower. After entering the network through a drain next to the Trocadero, the officers came across a tarpaulin marked: Building site, No access. Behind that, a tunnel held a desk and a closed-circuit TV camera set to automatically record images of anyone passing. The mechanism also triggered a tape of dogs barking, "clearly designed to frighten people off," the spokesman said. Further along, the tunnel opened into a vast 400 sq metre cave some 18m underground, "like an underground amphitheatre, with terraces cut into the rock and chairs". There the police found a full-sized cinema screen, projection equipment, and tapes of a wide variety of films, including 1950s film noir classics and more recent thrillers. None of the films were banned or even offensive, the spokesman said. A smaller cave next door had been turned into an informal restaurant and bar. "There were bottles of whisky and other spirits behind a bar, tables and chairs, a pressure-cooker for making couscous," the spokesman said. "The whole thing ran off a professionally installed electricity system and there were at least three phone lines down there." Three days later, when the police returned accompanied by experts from the French electricity board to see where the power was coming from, the phone and electricity lines had been cut and a note was lying in the middle of the floor: "Do not," it said, "try to find us." The miles of tunnels and catacombs underlying Paris are essentially former quarries, dating from Roman times, from which much of the stone was dug to build the city. Today, visitors can take guided tours around a tightly restricted section, Les Catacombes, where the remains of up to six million Parisians were transferred from overcrowded cemeteries in the late 1700s. But since 1955, for security reasons, it has been an offence to "penetrate into or circulate within" the rest of the network. There exist, however, several secretive bands of so-called cataphiles, who gain access to the tunnels mainly after dark, through drains and ventilation shafts, and hold what in the popular imagination have become drunken orgies but are, by all accounts, innocent underground picnics. The recent discovery of three newly enlarged tunnels underneath the capital's high-security La SantÈ prison was put down to the activities of one such group, and another, identifying itself as the Perforating Mexicans, last night told French radio the subterranean cinema was its work. Patrick Alk, a photographer who has published a book on the urban underground exploration movement and claims to be close to the group, told RTL radio the cavern's discovery was "a shame, but not the end of the world". There were "a dozen more where that one came from," he said. "You guys have no idea what's down there." Guardian Unlimited © Guardian Newspapers Limited 2004

Unknown to most of the world and even to most car fans, a small English auto-company called Lister, by the surname of its founder, Lister Cars Ltd. Produced one of the most-outstanding pieces of auto art-work only to see it’s creations’ premature end. In this article I want to present to you the Lister Storm and its story.

Originally Lister started out tuning Jaguars such as the JSX. The common upgrade was a displacement increase on the V12 from 5.3 to a full 7 litres. In 1991 the company wanted to move up the evolution chain and create there own super car. After 2 years in development the Lister Storm was unveiled in 1993. With its slick yet sharp design and massive looks the Lister Storm was the centre of attention. A four-seated bullet, holding in itself a luxury interior, with extras such as letter, air conditioning and 2 air bags it was way ahead of other super sport coupes, striving to cater to all the needs of the affluent lovers of speed. The car was equipped with a 7.0 Litre V12 engine capable of producing 546 hp. Weighing at 1,664 kg it took the 0-100 km sprint in 4.1 sec. only to reach its limit at 335 km/h making it the fastest four-seated vehicle at the time - a title it held until very recently. It seemed like Lister had the perfect weapon to enter the elite world of GT sports cars as well as GT racing.

Four months had now passed since the car was unveiled and only 4 orders have been made. Over the next years those were produced but it was announced that in the future Lister will focus solely on GT racing and develop the racing versions of the storm , effectively putting an end to the road version’s production. And from the stand point of time it is now clear that this was a result of bad PR and the inactivity on Lister’s part to ensure maximum exposure to the car as in the years to come it popularity would only rise. By today the Lister Storm has a classical status among collectors and friends. With only 4 vehicles produced, only 2 are currently “on the market” as one is in the Lister museum and another one had simply disappeared from sight.

The Lister Storm did not die in 1993 though. The company focused on their programme in GT racing and through the years produced the very successful GTS, GTL and GT version with the works team even claiming the FIA GT World Championship title in 2000 with a factory programme run by Labre Competition and the impeccable Jamie Campbell-Walter behind the wheel alongside Julian Baily. More on the Lister Storm in sports coming soon.

This is a review of an album you almost never got to hear.

In 2001, riding off the success of the 1999 single "Vibrant Thing" and subsequent album Amplified, former A Tribe Called Quest member Q-Tip began work on his followup, a jazz-influenced album in the style of Miles Davis.

Initially Reid supported the album, but upon hearing the work, believed it lacked commercial appeal and droped the release. In 2006, Q-Tip began negotiations with Arista to release control of the album to him. Meanwhile, he began work on another album, The Renaissance, eventually released on Universal Motown in 2008. Due to The Renaissance's success, Q-Tip finally decided to release the long-delayed, now fully remixed and remastered Kamaal the Abstract on Battery Records. So does this album live up to the hype?

In a word, yes.The Album is a piece of art.

From the opening chord of the first track, "Feelin'," Q-Tip announces that Kamaal the Abstract will not be a typical hip hop album. Scatting over a scratchy guitar riff and funky organ solo, the song melds rock, jazz, and rap into an irresistible mix. In a further nod to musical originality, one of the backup singers on the track is none other than Aisha Morris, daughter of legend Stevie Wonder. Feedback of various sorts accents Q-Tip's vocals — yes, he sings on multiple tracks, and does so extremely well.

Many of Kamaal the Abstract's tracks feature extended jazz solos, such as the flute breaks on "Do You Dig U" and keyboard runs on "A Million Times." Another standout track, "Heels" recalls Prince's funkiest songs, yet transitions into jazzy chord changes in the chorus. The driving guitar and bass relentlessly thump as the piano softens the tone in the chorus. In addition, the song showcases Q-Tip's considerable MC skills and songwriting talent — only he could use a shoe metaphor to comment on a lady's character. "Abstractionisms" lives up to its title, with Q-Tip spitting his particular brand of funky yet smart hip-hop poetry from his tribe days.

"Even If It Is So" also brings on the funk, but the complicated bass line (which Q-Tip mimics in his rapid fire rapping style) and trumpet solo reveals more jazz leanings. His scatting emphasizes the thumping bass, which defies the listener to sit still while hearing this track. "Make It Work" even provides commentary on Kamaal the Abstract's theme, that he's "introducing to you a brand new sound," which is certainly the case with this ambitious album.

Only "Caring" is the somewhat weak track on the album, including surprisingly clichéd lyrics and limited vocal ability on Q-Tip's part. His voice better suits up tempo funk and rock tracks.

It should be noted that Kamaal the Abstract is not the first rap work to flirt with jazz. The early 90s spawned two such fusions: "Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia)" by Us3, and "Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)" by Digable Planets. Q-Tip builds on these initial experiments and forges a new, sophisticated blend of hip hop, rock, funk, and jazz. While Kamaal the Abstract may have seemed avant-garde back in 2001, it deserves more appreciation in today's music landscape. Run, don't walk to pick up Q-Tip's latest masterpiece.It shall only thrive in value as time goes by.

(c) OutSpoken Poet

The Nerd Who Saw Too Much

The Guardian - UK
7-15-5

Terrified Gary McKinnon says his forays into secret Pentagon networks were never politically motivated.

A computer geek faces 70 years in jail for hacking into the top levels of US defence. He tells Jon Ronson how, hooked and stoned, he landed himself in such hot water.

In 1983, when Gary McKinnon was 17, he went to see the movie WarGames. In the film, a geeky computer whiz-kid hacks into a secret Pentagon network and, inadvertently, almost instigates World War III. Sitting in the cinema, the teenage McKinnon wondered if he, too, could be a hacker. "Really," I say to him now, "WarGames should have put you off hacking for life."

"Well," he replies, "I didn't mean it to actually come true."

Last month he attended extradition proceedings at Bow Street Magistrates Court in London. He had, the US prosecutors said, perpetrated the "biggest military computer hack of all time". He "caused damage and impaired the integrity of information. The US military district of Washington became inoperable and the cost of repairing the shutdown was $700,000 US." These hacking attacks occurred immediately after September 11, 2001, they said.

This is McKinnon's first interview. He called me out of the blue last week, just as I was screaming at my child to stop knocking on people's doors and running away.

The sentence the US Justice Department is seeking - should McKinnon be extradited - is up to 70 years. What McKinnon was hunting for, as he snooped around NASA, and the Pentagon's network, was evidence of a UFO cover-up.

McKINNON was born in Glasgow in 1966. His parents separated when he was six and he moved to London with his mother and stepfather, a bit of a UFO buff. "He comes from Falkirk," McKinnon says, "and just outside Falkirk there's a place called Bonnybridge, which is the UFO capital of the world. When he lived there, he had a dream that he was walking around Bonnybridge seeing huge ships. He told me this and it inflamed my curiosity. He was a great science-fiction reader. So, him being my second father, I started reading science-fiction, too, and doing everything he did."

Then he saw WarGames, and he thought: "Can you really do it? Can you really gain unauthorised access to incredibly interesting places? Surely it can't be that easy." And so, in 1995, he gave it a try.

He sat in his girlfriend, Tamsin's, aunt's house in Crouch End, and he began to hack. McKinnon was looking for - and found time and again - network administrators in high levels of the US government and military establishments who hadn't bothered to give themselves passwords. That's how he got in.

He did a few trial runs, hacking into Oxford University's network, for example, and he found the whole business "incredibly exciting. And then it got more exciting when I started going to places where I really shouldn't be."

"Like where?" I ask.

"The US Space Command," he says.

And so, for the next seven years, on and off, McKinnon sat in that aunt's house, a joint in the ashtray and a can of Foster's next to the mouse pad, and he snooped. From time to time, some NASA scientist sitting at his desk somewhere would see his cursor move for no apparent reason. On those occasions, McKinnon's connection would be cut. This would never fail to freak out the then-stoned McKinnon.

When I ask if he is brilliant, he says no. He's just an ordinary, self-taught techie. And, he says, he was never alone. "Once you're on the network, you can do a command called NetStat - Network Status - and it lists all the connections to that machine. There were hackers from Denmark, Italy, Germany, Turkey, Thailand."

"All on at once?" I ask. "You could see hackers from all over the world, snooping around, without the spaceniks or the military realising?"

"What was the most exciting thing you saw?"

"I found a list of officers' names," he says, "under the heading 'Non-Terrestrial Officers'. It doesn't mean little green men. What I think it means is not Earth-based. I found a list of 'fleet-to-fleet transfers', and a list of ship names. I looked them up. They weren't US Navy ships. What I saw made me believe they have some kind of spaceship, off-planet."

"The Americans have a secret spaceship?" I ask.

"That's what this trickle of evidence has led me to believe."

"What were the ship names?"

"I can't remember,"

Did you find anything in your search for evidence of UFOs?

Certainly did. There is The Disclosure Project. This is a book with 400 testimonials from everyone from air traffic controllers to those responsible for launching nuclear missiles. Very credible witnesses. They talk about reverse-(engineered) technology taken from captured or destroyed alien craft.A NASA photographic expert said that there was a Building 8 at Johnson Space Center where they regularly airbrushed out images of UFOs from the high-resolution satellite imaging. I logged on to NASA and was able to access this department. They had huge, high-resolution images stored in their picture files. They had filtered and unfiltered, or processed and unprocessed, files.

This was November 2000. By now, McKinnon was hooked. He quit his job as a systems administrator for a small business, "which hugely pissed off my girlfriend, Tamsin".

"It was the last straw," he says. "She dumped me and started seeing this other bloke because I was such a selfish waste of space. Poor Tamsin.

So, while Tamsin was trying to get on with her new relationship, McKinnon was in the living room of her aunt's house, hacking. He snooped around all the forts - Fort Meade, Fort Benning, and others - reading internal court-martial reports of soldiers getting imprisoned for rape and murder and drug abuse.

"You end up lusting after more and more complex security measures," he says. "It was like a game. I loved computer games. I still do. It was like a real game. It was addictive. Hugely addictive." It was never really politically motivated.

Yes, he was hacking immediately after September 11, 2001, but only because he wanted to see if there was a conspiracy. "Why did the building fall like a controlled series of explosions?" he asks. "I hate conspiracy theories, so I thought I'd find out for myself."

He strenuously denies the Justice Department's charge that he caused the "US military district of Washington" to become "inoperable". Well, once, he admits - but only once - he inadvertently pressed the wrong button and may have deleted some government files.

"I thought, 'Ooh, bloody hell.' And that's when I stopped for a while. And then my friend told me about DARPA. And so I started again."

DARPA is the Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency, an intriguing collection of brilliant military scientists, funded by the Pentagon. DARPA has been widely credited with inventing, among other things, the internet, the global positioning system, the computer mouse, and - somewhat more boneheadedly - FutureMAP, an online futures market designed to predict assassinations and bombings by encouraging investor speculation in such crimes. The US Senate once described FutureMAP as "an unbelievably stupid idea". DARPA has long been of interest to conspiracy theorists because it is semi-secretive, bizarre and occupies that murky world that lies between science and war.

McKinnon was caught in November 2002. He says it was inevitable because he was "getting a bit sloppy". He pauses. "I'd never have envisaged this happening to myself, but I did get a bit megalomaniacal, as well. It got a bit silly. I ended up talking to people I hacked into - I'd instant-message them, using WordPad, with a bit of a political diatribe. You know, I'd leave a message on their desktop that read, 'Secret government is blah blah blah."'

McKinnon was tracked down because he'd used his email address to download a hacking program called Remotely Anywhere. "God knows why I used my real email address," he says. "I suppose it means I'm not a secretive, sophisticated checking myself every-step-of-the-way type of hacker."

On the night before his arrest, McKinnon had been up playing games. "Maybe I'd been doing a bit of weak, fun hacking, too," he says. "I'd had one hour's sleep, and I woke up completely muddled, and suddenly at the bottom of my bed there was this voice: 'Hello, my name's Jeff Donson from the National High Tech Crime Unit. Gary McKinnon, you're under arrest.'

"They put Tamsin and me in the meat wagon. They took my PC, Tamsin's PC, three other computers I was fixing for friends. They went upstairs and took my girlfriend's aunty's daughter's computer."

McKinnon was kept in a police station overnight. Then the Americans offered him a deal, via his British solicitor. "They said, 'If you incur the cost of the whole extradition process, be a good boy, come over here, we'll give you three or four years, rather than the whole sentence.'"I said, 'OK, give me that in writing.' They said, 'Oh, no, we can't do that.' So they were offering a secret trial, no right of appeal on the outcome, no comment to the newspapers, and nothing in writing. My solicitor, doing her job, advised me to take it, and when I said no, she was very 'Ooh, they're going to come down heavy'."In return, McKinnon offered a somewhat harebrained counter deal, via a Virginia public defender. "I made a sort of veiled threat to them. I said, 'You know the places I've been, so you know the stuff I've seen,

"You know, the, uh, Non-Terrestrial Officers. The spaceships. 'The whole world thinks it's co-operating in building the International Space Station, but you've already got a space-based army that you refer to as Non-Terrestrial Officers."' There is a silence. "I had very little evidence. It's not a very good bargaining chip at all, really, is it?"

Nothing much happened in the years since his arrest in 2002 under the Computer Misuse Act - no charges were brought against him in Britain. Then, on June 8, he found himself in front of Bow Street magistrates, the target of extradition proceedings. That's when the panic attacks kicked in again, the horror visions of life in a US jail. He had poked around, he says, but he hadn't broken anything, besides that one mistake. He thought he was going to get a year, max. Now they're talking about 70 years.On 31 July 2009, McKinnon lost his application for judicial review of the Home Secretary's decision not to block the extradition, and also of the Director Of Public Prosecutions ' decision not to bring proceedings in the English courts.

The Guardian :
"Computer hacker Gary McKinnon lost his long battle to stand trial in the UK today(9 Oct 2009) when he was refused permission to appeal to the supreme court against extradition to the US on charges of breaking into the Pentagon's military networks.The court decided the case did not raise "points of law of general public importance", which are neccessary if a case is to be pursued at the higher level."

Edit (c) Outspoken Poet

I don't remember you,you faid away somehow.
I still feel touching you,so why is it that now,
whatever I do,whatever I say,I know deep down inside.
I'll forever be lonely.
But what could I do,what could I have said.
Now that you shadow's erased,I can't just stay.
I will never be anything other than lonely.

You don't remember me,I've faded from your mind.
I couldn't be all that wonder for what is loosing cover.
Can I feel what I felt,but not harm what I find?
After you,I'll forever be lonely and I
wonder what I could have made,
wonder where my image fades.
No need for another though,I'm lonely
Without you,I'm lonely,without you.
Ain't no day like the one before,I'm burning,without you,
I'm burning,efervescent,without you.

An Article From Nationalgeographic.com

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

~

Where there is love there is life.

~

"A coward dies a thousnad deaths,

A real man dies,but ones"

Tupac Amaru Shakur

~

"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains,
at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars,
and yet they pass by themselves without wondering."

St. Augustine,

Let us accept the inner life, the spiritual life. Mistakes in our journey are inevitable. Success without endeavour is impossibility itself. No work, no progress. Experience we must welcome, for we can learn nothing without experience. The experience may be either encouraging or discouraging. But it is experience that makes us a real being, that shows us the true meaning of our very existence.

- Sri Chinmoy

~

Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.

Faith is taking the first step,even though you dont see the whole staircase.

Martin Luther King Jr.

~

"There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is."

Albert Einstein

~

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life
that count. It's the life in your years.”

~

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Into his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

~

It Takes A Nation of Millions To Hold Us Back

1995

Rap didn't come any heavier, harder or angrier in '88 than Public Enemy's second Molotov cocktail of nuclear scratching, gnarly minimalist electronics and revolution rhyme. Where a lot of rap vinyl is still mostly beats and bluster "Nation" features abrupt sequencing and violent sonic compression of rapid-fire samples, slamming-jail-door percussion, DJ Terminator X's tornado turntable work and Chuck D's outraged oratory; listening to it is like having your brain hot-wired into emergency TV broadcasts, with the apocalypse playing on every channel. That Public Enemy can step into your face so fiercely, challenging your courage with its conviction, makes the band's lapses into sexism and advocacy of Black Muslim demagogue Louis Farrakhan all the more troublesome. Chuck D slams a sister for clotting her brain with TV sop in "She Watch Channel Zero?!" only to have comouth Flavor Flav grouse, "Baby, you gotta cut that garbage off, yo, I wanna watch the game." If the revolution is televised, will Public Enemy be glued to Monday Night Football? As for Farrakhan, the band's salutes to him cloud the real issues of strength through pride, of war on apathy, that fuel the PE noise. "Remember," Chuck D says in "Don't Believe the Hype," there's a need to get alarmed." In other words, Human Rights Now! Or else.

By Radoslav Penchev
(c) Outspoken Poet

A little puzzle and a little game we can play.
I give you anagrams you tell me how you solved tehm ;)

So the anagram of today is:

Thick Hit Fuss


This expresses how I feel today.So tell me,how do I feel today?

I write , therefore I am.

I've written , so a chance exist that I might have been.

And if so a trace I must have left , so I remember.

What I felt , not what I've seen.

And what I've seen is beatifull yet grimm.

The goal is not to think , but to exist.

I eat , therefore I am does not the trick.

So I write , for a chance to be.


(c) Outspoken Poet

2pac - Better Dayz
2pac ressurection movie trailer

13.09.2009 - Thirteen years since the unfortunate demise of Tupac Amaru Shakur-undoutably one of the great poets of our time.And thirteen years after his voice and his message echo louder than ever.And it seems now more people open their eye to the true mission of his music as he put it himself: "It's time for us as people to start making some changes.Let's change the way we live,let's change the way we eat.And let's change the way we treat each other.See,the old way isn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do.To survive!"

Who was Tupac Amaru Shakur?Was he the man who shouted thug life and gave the middle finger after being vindicated of false rape charges?Or was he the man that on his way to the Grammy's in 1995 stoped by a himeless man,talked to him for 30 minutes and gave him 2000 dollars?Was he the man who sang "Fuck the police!",or the man who said "Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live"?Deiced for yourself.

But I will tell you who he was for sure.Tupac Amaru Shakur was the voice of a generation,a man who took hip-hop as the weapon against injustice that it is instead of a tool for bragging, and tried to brick his part of a better world.He was the man who organized free concerts in schools and the only way to get in was to have at least average in class. He was the reciepient of a dying kid's final wish letter to meet him.And he was the man who replied instantly,cancelled all his business and flew right over.He followed the kid until his death and afterwards created a publishing house called "Joshua's Dream" in homage to him.Tupac was the man who on a Thanksgiving one year gave away 400,000 dollars worth of Turkey to poor and homeless people.Anonymosly!Once in his early teens he danced for four hours with an old lady that no one seemed to care about.2pac was going to take his flight in JFK when he heard on radio that a young girl had been attacked by a dog. He decided to give up his flight and go see the girl in a local hospital. He kept contact with her until his death.He was the artist who sold more records posthumously than when he was alive totaling his sales to around 75 million albums to death making him one of the highest selling musicioans of all time.Tupac's poetry is being studied at US universities for 6-7 years now.

And Tupac Amaru Shakur was the man who said "Don't cry for me,I wasn't happy here!"

The world needs more people like Tupac!

(c) Outspoken Poet

It is more difficult for an adult to learn a foreign language than it is for a child because the adult mind is already "structured" in may ways. Adults already seem know the limits of their capabilities and potential, and most NEVER strive to be anything more that what the parameters of the society in which they belong to and have grow up in bind to them. Take for example inner city blacks, most truly believe that they will never escape the grasp of the getto, so most accept this as a fact and don't even try to escape through some other avenue. Such as trying to do well in high school and trying somehow to get into college, or by learning a trade or high paying skill, or by some other "legal" avenue. They simply enter into a gang where the odds of then being shot and killed is vastly higher that anywhere else. They do this because they TRULY BELIEVE this is their fate. If you ask the average 40 or 50 year old adult if they have achieved their goals in life and what they dreamed of becoming as a child, 95 percent would say "no". And then you ask them "why not?? What's stopping you?" Most would give some economic reason or they would say "I'm too old".. or "I missed my chance!" "WHY CAN'T YOU GO AFTER YOUR DREAM!.. WHO SAYS.. THAT YOU CANNOT DO IT! YOU ARE NEVER TOO OLD AND IT IS NEVER TOO LATE!" I say and I believe. Life all boil's down to fear, and whether or not you really have the courage to find out what you are really made of! That's why most adults find themselves in a job they really aren't happy with and yet they don't diverse into anything else, or they stay in an unhappy marriage for years and years. Why? Because of fear! The fear of being alone, fear of making changes, fear of taking risks, fear of failing. Earlier in my life,my coaches told me that I couldnt run as fast as the times indicated, and after a while I started to believe them, and as a result I unconsciously slowed down. This is what I mean. By the time someone becomes an adult they have already stated to "slow down". Society has already set up the parameters of their fate, and they have mentally accepted it. But as children, none of these restrictive parameters apply. A young mind is like a damp sponge ready to absorb any information you drop on it.Impossible is only a word thought up by humans,for humans.Bypassing it is the first step to achieving anything.Just remember that what you can't is what you don't believe you can do.

(c) Outspoken Poet

And then she whispers "love come along".
Use me,abuse me, it ain't that wrong.
I can see the start of a beatifull relation.
I can ease youre pain, I can be your salvation.
Just close your eyes to my bad reputation.
If you be with me,you will feel no pain,
buletproof to hurt,you would be a superman.
A fabulos world,not a care exist in my frame,
what I can do is more than simple pleasure.
I will love you like no other lover,whispering your name.
I would never let you go till the very end.
We would be together,even in the worst weather,
when they tell you let me go,I'll hide you in my grasp,stronger than ever.
And we gonna run,run far away,we gonna run forever.
Or until the day that we can't be together,
closing our eyes,forsaking this world only to come back never!


(c) Outspoken Poet