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Shannonwatch have posted a review of military traffie passing through Shannon in 2015 over on their website –  the brilliant monitoring work that they do ensures that the Irish public is kept informed about what’s going on there; the Irish Government don’t like to tell us without a lot of prodding.

(Full article here)
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Features, International

by Jamison Maeda

For those who have never experienced an earthquake, let me describe what it’s like.

It’s loud. When the building you’re in, and everything inside of it moves, it is loud. There is no warning. No ominous clouds, no sirens. Suddenly the room you’re in begins to move. At first, your mind tries to understand the situation. What’s that noise? Is the desk shaking? Then you realize it’s an earthquake. Your instinct is to run out of the building. When the ground stops shaking, you wonder when the next one will hit. Next week? Next month? For the people of Oklahoma, the next one will be later that day.
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Foreign Affairs, Human Rights, International


by Daniel Kavanagh

Today, Chelsea Manning turns 28 years old.  Chelsea is an MTF trans woman who was born Bradley Manning in Oklahoma 28 years ago today, in 1987. On the 21st of August 2013, Chelsea was sentenced to 35 years in prison.

She was charged under 22 different charges, 10 of which she pleaded guilty to. The most serious of these charges was “aiding the enemy”, which is a capital offence, although the prosecutors did not wish to inflict the death penalty on her.
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Features, International

Premature Elegy for Hilary Benn

A chandelier accent

comes galloping to the aid

of things as they must remain.

A perfect bag of air, with a mouth

that can sound out the word

fascism.

 

He heroically picks up the test-tube

to pour out the blood of others.

He believes, passionately, in allies

the Prime Minister invented

while smoking a large herbal cigarette

Boris gave him the other morning;

perseveres, stoically, when those

who, in traditional times,

didn’t have telephones

call his office to tell his staff

what he is, or say the truth

about him on Twitbook.

 

Eventually, he’ll go upstairs

to not sit at the right hand

of his father, who’ll be too busy

trying to light his pipe,

or having a difference of emphasis

with the late Vladimir Lenin

over a ginormous mug of tea,

to be bothered with Junior’s excuses

 

for having spent

his final years on Earth

in a vast red robe

banging on the door

of the House of Lords,

shouting for someone to, please,

let him in.

 

KEVIN HIGGINS