Archive for the ‘International’ Category
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.
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.
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.
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
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.