Everyone keeps referring to the Hamas terrorists. What about the state
terrorism of Israel, below is a video that was made by an intelligent
honest Jewish person. It shows that the Zionists in Israel, are doing
exactly what the Fascists in Europe did, more than 50 years ago. Israel
with Nuclear weapons and billions of US tax dollars have been trying to
bully Palestinians for more than 50 years. I am Irish and I do not take
sides, in distant wars, neither am I particularly fond of the Islamic
religion, in fact I detest all religions, I also understand there are
some very fine Jewish people. Two wrongs however, do not make a right
and what Israel is doing is very very wrong, its barbaric, and
inhumane. Its just as bad as what Hitler did and Israel is committing
war crimes, every day it uses warplanes to bomb totally civilian areas.
This latest chapter, using collective punishment of a whole people, by
imprisoning them, starving them, letting them die in hospitals without
electricity, is an en exact copy of what Hitler did in Warsaw to the
Jews. Concentration Camp Gaza is an Israeli war crime without any
shadow of a doubt.
Israel
has created Concentration Camp Gaza and killed international pacifists
including, Irish volunteers who wanted to settle this peacefully. You
cannot discuss this matter with Zionists because they are blinded with
racial hatred, of logic and fact. I do not support the indiscriminate
use of Islamic suicide bombers to resolve this either. If Israel keeps
attacking the Palestinian people you cannot blame them, for defending
their families and property with sticks , stones and firecrackers.
The
solution to all of this is very, very simple, every dog on the street
knows the answer. Israel should return to the Pre - 1967 borders in
their entirety and withdraw from all Palestinian land, including
east-Jerusalem totally and unequivocally. Israel should also give up
all its nuclear weapons with Iran also showing compliance. The UN
should ensure compliance, even if it has to disarm Israel itself and
remove them from the occupied terrortries. The Arab governments should
ensure that these International Jihadists are brought to heel and cease
their activities worldwide, immediately. The USA should withdraw
themselves totally from the middle-east, mind their own business, stop
aggravating the situation and stay out of it.
The alternative to all of this, is imminent World War 3, with Israel as the prime culprit using its illegal Nuclear Weapons..
I
am sick and tired of this whole problem, it has occupied the News
headline now for more than 50 years and all of my friends are sick of
it.
George Bush is not part of the solution he is part of the
problem. He is not a peace maker, he is a warmonger, guilty of invasion
and war crimes, he should be taken out and shot, for the murder of more
than1,168,058 Arab people. The culture in the US is creating millions
of blood thirsty individuals, who can only make war and cannot make
love.
Gazans have been returning with everything from fuel to camels
The US has urged the Egyptian government to secure its border with Gaza after thousands of people crossed from the Israeli-blockaded territory.
Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice said she understood it was "difficult" but the border "needs to be protected".
Militants destroyed parts of the fence on Wednesday, sparking an exodus.
Hundreds of Egyptian security personnel have moved into the area but have not yet tried to stop the traffic, BBC correspondent Ian Pannell said.
Ms Rice, arriving for talks in Colombia, said she understood Egypt's position, but said: "It is an international border, it needs to be protected and I believe that the Egyptians understand the importance of doing that."
EGYPT-GAZA BORDER
12km (7.4 miles) long
Egyptian side patrolled by 750 soldiers under 2005 agreement with Israel
Border crossing terminal south of town of Rafah
PA control of terminal under EU supervision collapsed after Hamas takeover of Gaza in June 2007. Border closed almost continuously since.
'Wartime' on Israeli border
The United Nations has calculated that as much as half of the 1.5 million population of the territory has crossed the border, according to the AFP news agency.
Our correspondent says there are so many Palestinians in Rafah that it is almost as if the town has been annexed by Gaza.
The main street has become an enormous open-air market, selling all kinds of goods, including fuel, goats and other livestock, and cigarettes.
A Peter Sellers classic recording from 1958. No pop videos were made in those days but one probably wouldn't have survived from this session anyway. Black & White film from Uist and Ireland.Sellers moved to ireland for a year for tax reasons...peter sellers pink panther goons
The Original is from Cat Stevens now The Cat is known as Yusuf Islam becaus 1979 he deceided to convert to the Islam, because he thanked God for beeing saved from drowning.
The Maimin Cajun Band from Conamara, fronted by Sean Monaghan sings An Dreoilin, accompanied by zany slides of Ireland... There are 2 other versions of this very popular song on TG4gaeilge, with Sean himself in the video (although the sound track is best on this version). The song concerns a wren, the king of all birds, and a frequent topic in Irish folklore. This wren has some troubles with a cat.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead.
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse --
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
The loneliness of the long-distance islet
Inside the head of the world's remotest outcrop. The following is an extract of the so-called "Rockall Diary", chronicling highs and lows of life as the world's remotest islet. It includes the innermost thoughts of the North Atlantic outcrop, as well as some profound philosophical revelations which attempt to answer the question surrounding the very nature of being: What the bloody hell am I doing here?
Diary
17 July 2003: Jesus H. Christ I am so fuc*king bored. Three years since the last ship crossed my path and just the same old shit from the albatrosses giving it all that about having spent the last six months in the Pacific. Out here we have 170 different words for "grey", but trust me once you've been watching the Atlantic from horizon to horizon for millions of years, one grey looks pretty much the same as any other.
18 July: To my absolute amazement and delight, a group of men approached this morning in a 40-ft yacht, manually inflated a tiny rubber raft and attempted a landing on my near-vertical shores. After several hilarious attempts to land the silly sods gave up and returned to whatever godforsaken place they came from. Shame, I was hoping we could do lunch and catch up on some gossip which did not come from a fuc*king albatross.
19 July: Spotted a distant whisky bottle bobbing gently on the swell. Thought immediately of yesterday's visitors but on closer inspection it turned out to contain nothing more than an "SOS to the World", apparently written by someone called "Sting". Bloody awful name.
3 September: Got shat on by three thousand migrating sea birds. Enjoyed that thoroughly. Really. Better than Wash'n'Go.
7 October: Did some solid work of eroding in today's tradewinds. I used to be 3000 metres tall, you know, and I can remember when it was all fields round here. Now there's just 25 metres of me left above the relentless monotony of the Atlantic. Each passing gust of wind and each wave carries a little bit more of me into oblivion. I calculate I will only have to put up with this view for another 3.2 million years before sinking heroically beneath the waves, which cheers me up immensely.
13 November: Tried to spot one of the outer Hebrides through a light drizzle. Then remembered I haven't laid eyes on another piece of land for millennia. Thought I saw the lights of St Kilda through the darkness, which got me musing on the terrible price one must pay to live on the edge of the world. Reminded of some Vikings who sailed by around 1,000 years back, heading West. Saw them again two years later, complaining about a "New World" and its crap food and shocking levels of gun crime.
19 November: Watched a sealion start a punch-up with a pack of belligerent orca over a herring. Sometimes the struggle for survival is an uneven one. And sometimes sealions — who aren't the sharpest chisel in the mammalian toolbox at the best of times — surpass even my world-weary expectations of stupidity. While they were going at it hammer-and-tongs, the herring made good its escape, eventually taunting the whole enraged group of belligerents from a safe distance with the most appalling language. God alone knows what Darwin would have made of it all.
24 December: Spent Christmas Eve playing spot-the-illegal-oil-exploration-vessel with a drifting iceberg. I won 27 to 24. Afterwards, the majestic floating ice castle asked me if I'd like to join him on a trip to the Equator. I said no, and strongly advised him against the plan. Of course, he ignored me. Ah, the impetuousness of youth.
7 January: Getting paranoid and lonely. Miss the old days. Even that lot from Greenpeace who came and gave me a big hug a few years back. I vaguely remember the British Navy visiting once. It was less of the hugging in those days — the buggers dynamited my top off and attached plaque claiming me for "Britain". God alone knows where that might be.
19 January: I'm old and tired and I need something to see me thorugh my retirement. So, finally signed a contract giving a bunch of drunks the rights to exploit my name for humorous purposes in perpetuity. In return I'll be the centre of world attention yet again. They also asked me if I happened to have a working Content Management System lying about, whatever that is. Said no, would could a gannet do the job instead?
9 February: It's good to be back in the public eye. Of course, there's a downside: boatloads of tourists coming for a nose with their digital camcorders and whining children. Worst still, got a call from Ryanair asking if I'd like to offer a €10m "incentive" for the airline to operate low-cost flights out to the North Atlantic. Politely declined. Clouds are gathering to the West, promising rain.
Coming soon Diary: My wild, wild youth as volcanic pre-Cambrian hot-head
Rockall was yesterday gripped by polemic fever as bewildered locals struggled to make sense of the latest nominations for the foremost conceptual art prize which will see a shed, a video of someone's granny, a room full of junk and some paintings battle it out or the top spot.
"It's not about whether it's art or not, it's designed to provoke debate about the very nature of art".
"So what do you think of this year's nominations" "I hear one of 'em's a bloody painting."
"Total arse," replied Leveret. "The whole lot of it's total arse except for the arse by that Gillian Carnegie. No-one minds a nice bit of arse hanging over the mantlepiece after a long day at the EU subsidy forms."
"Can't argue with that" enthused one young man taking a moment from pumping the Hirst's Helter-Skelter fruit machine. "The western art tradition is all for plenty of arse. Nothing like a rounded rump bent over the coal-effect fire to welcome you home after a hard day at the guano workings. Proper arse, like that Rubens bloke. He had a handle on arse, make no mistake."
"Who wants to come home to a conceptual German shed over the one-bar electric fire when you can sink yourself into a proper pair of buttocks while savouring your Pot Noodle?"
Dave's analysis met with a general roar of approval from the entire establishment which immediately prompted a reproduction of Carnegie's Turner-nominated backside from the Mail on Sunday.
"Doesn't look much like a sow's arse to me," commented the local vicar, supping a well-earned sherry following a demanding day attempting to convert cockle-pickers to Christianity "in the sure hope of resurrection in the hereafter, ie, about ten minutes after high tide".
"Jesus H. Christ he's right," spluttered our frutie-playing friend. "It's a fuc*king bloke's arse."
"A fuc*king bloke's arse you say?" thundered Leveret. "And they call that fuc*king art?"
...a picture of Rockall as photographed from space by the crew of Columbia during its last mission can be seen above. The second Blessed Isle is clearly visible in this stunning photograph and has an underground connection with Ireland, about halfway between that little bumpy protrusion of continental shelf and those weird disconnected islandy bits off to the upper left of Ireland. Good to know that NASA, is doing something useful but one wishes they'd used a somewhat longer lens.
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