Nikki Collen, 39, begged officers for help after a thug kicked in her front door and punched her to the floor in her hallway. After her attacker fled, Nikki rang Warwickshire Police who promised to send an officer to her home in Kenilworth.
But an hour later she received a phone call from a woman police officer who told her it would be better if police did not attend because it might inflame the situation.
Ten days ago, I happened to be on a panel of 'talking heads' at the annual conference of the Police Superintendents' Association of England and Wales. Against a backdrop of concern about the impact of looming public expenditure cuts, the panel were asked to name one thing they thought the police might usefully stop doing.
I suggested they should drop their obsession with 'diversity' and, rather than pursuing people under 'hate crime' laws for giving offence to others, should concentrate on tackling the yobbery on housing estates where besieged residents felt the police had abandoned them.
It is fair to say my remarks were not greeted with widespread acclaim. Officers seemed stunned that I could challenge the sacred cow of 'diversity'.
‘The United States can no longer be confident of winning the battle for the air in the air,’ said the study by the RAND Corporation, profiling the military situation in the Taiwan Strait. ‘This represents a dramatic change from the first five-plus decades of the China-Taiwan confrontation.’
The piece, based on simulations of a Chinese invasion of Taiwan, assesses the relative balance of forces in the cross-strait standoff. And in a stark warning, the authors present a convincing argument that China’s large, modern missile and air forces are likely to pose a virtually insurmountable challenge to Taiwanese and American efforts to command the air over the Strait and the island.
I have a sneaking suspicion the headwaters are to be found in Vancouver.
A visionary new miniseries event from the bestselling fantasy novels by Philip José Farmer.
coming to Syfy in 2010
Matt, an American journalist, and his fiancée, Jessie, are killed in an explosion, but reawaken in a very unusual afterlife—a mysterious planet with an endless river terrain. Everyone who has ever lived on Earth has been resurrected simultaneously in this strange new world. Determined to find Jessie, Matt joins forces with an intrepid crew including a 13th century female warrior and Riverboat captain Mark Twain. Embarking upriver, their adventure begins, all the while tracked by the watchful eye of a mysterious alien force.
Rumours of a Philip K. Dick/Anne McCaffrey collaboration have been proven true with the discovery of the manuscript: Dragonvalis. Too good to be true, I suspect. But with McCaffrey's lawyers tooling up to prevent its publication by PKD's estate it may take a journey to some parallel universe if I want to read the thing.
Dick's book opens five centuries after the end of McCaffrey's series. The people of Pern had long before launched an expedition to the Red Star, the neighboring planet that periodically showered the Pernese with deadly spores called threads. The threat had been halted at the source, and Pernese society had, as a result, evolved far beyond the medieval system that had prevailed in the earlier stories. Suburban sprawl covers the planet, producing a society that strongly resembles that of Dick's beloved Southern California.
But with some differences. Dragonriders criss-cross the sky, mostly working as aerial cabbies. And on the streets and in the weyrs, a new recreational drug is taking hold: Substance T, made from threads farmed on the Red Star.
J.R.R. Tolkien. The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien. ed. Humphrey Carpenter (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1981), 63-4.
My political opinions lean more and more to Anarchy (philosophically understood, meaning the abolition of control not whiskered men with bombs) — or to ‘unconstitutional’ Monarchy. I would arrest anybody who uses the word State (in any sense other than the inaminate real of England and its inhabitants, a thing that has neither power, rights nor mind); and after a chance of recantation, execute them if they remained obstinate! If we could go back to personal names, it would do a lot of good. Government is an abstract noun meaning the art and process of governing and it should be an offence to write it with a capital G or so to refer to people. […] Anyway the proper study of Man is anything but Man; and the most improper job of any man, even saints (who at any rate were at least unwilling to take it on), is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity. At least it is done only to a small group of men who know who their master is. The mediaevals were only too right in taking nolo episcopari as the best reason a man could give to others for making him a bishop. Grant me a king whose chief interest in life is stamps, railways, or race-horses; and who has the power to sack his Vizier (or whatever you dare call him) if he does not like the cut of his trousers. And so on down the line. But, of course, the fatal weakness of all that — after all only the fatal weakness of all good natural things in a bad corrupt unnatural world — is that it works and has only worked when all the world is messing along in the same good old inefficient human way. […] There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamating factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
Excited by stories of the Second World War during school classes, Steven Cheek did what generations of young boys have done before him. Making an imaginary gun with his fingers, the nine-year-old pointed it at a classmate and said: 'We've got to shoot the German army.'
Moments later he found himself in front of the deputy head who accused him of racism because his 'victim' had been a Polish boy.
On Saturday night she had the sympathy of the nation as she broke down in tears after messing up her X Factor audition.
But Amie Buck, who was comforted by Cheryl Cole on stage after nerves got the better of her, doesn't usually have a problem with confidence. She has been exposed as a £500-a-week lap dancer.
The 22-year-old hid her less than wholesome profession from the show's bosses, telling them she was a personal trainer.
Next they will tell me they staged the whole thing. Like the part where Amy Buck starts singing "Stand By You" by Girls Aloud and Cheryl Cole (coincindentally from Girls Aloud) stands by her to help her through it. But you know me. Doom and gloom. Conspiracies everywhere. Wheels within wheels.
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth
India discovers water on the moon, an accomplishment for which a less forgetful civilization might otherwise thank them.
A manned moon base could become a reality within 20 years after scientists revealed today there are large quantities of water on the Moon's surface. The scientific discovery made by the Indian lunar mission Chandrayaan-1 is due to be announced by Nasa today. Amazingly the data also suggests that water is still being formed on the Moon.
In related news: Comment section discovers the UK is still sending aid to India.
So when in Britain going to do something in space again? Silly question, I guess.
It is, actually. Delete the word "again" and try that new sentence out for size.
Locklear, 47, will reprise her role as scheming ad vixen Amanda Woodward on the new CW version of the show. She will make her debut appearance Nov. 17.
"We're ecstatic to have the chance to bring Amanda Woodward back to 'Melrose Place,'" executive producers Todd Slavkin & Darren Swimmer said in a statement. "Heather's involvement in the show is something we've been working on for some time as we couldn't imagine creating and producing this show without the iconic character's inclusion."
For those whose memory of the early 90s is a bit sketchy.
On some objective level, Morda Hehol may be a fool. But who is more foolish? The guy wearing robes because he liked Star Wars when he was a kid or the guy wearing robes because an angel told some Dark Ages bedouin having a psychotic break to take slaves, rape children and conquer the world.
So not an academic question.
That said, our civilization could do with a great deal more sniggering and a great deal less feigned respect for nonsense expressions of nonsense religion.
The founder of a religion inspired by the Star Wars films was thrown out of a supermarket for refusing to remove his hood, AOL reported on Tuesday.
Daniel Jones, head of the 500,000-strong International Church of Jediism, was asked to leave the Tesco supermarket in Bangor, North Wales as his attire was deemed to be in violation of Tesco's rules, which forbid the wearing of 'hoodies' while in the supermarket.
Mr Jones, who also goes by the Jedi name Morda Hehol, claimed he was 'victimised over his beliefs' and left 'emotionally humiliated' when staff deemed him a security risk and told him to leave.
He told The Daily Telegraph: 'I told them it was a requirement of my religion but they just sniggered and ordered me to leave.'
According to the rules of the Jedi church, members should wear a hood in public places. 'It states in our Jedi doctrination that I can wear headwear. It just covers the back of my head,' Mr Jones said. 'You have a choice of wearing headwear in your home or at work, but you have to wear a cover for your head when you are in public.'
The fine print they leave out about the dark glamour of vampirism is what your get will resemble once you have inbred with blood kin since the dawn of civilization. This is pure speculation on my part but it doesn't make you talented like a sparkle fairy.
Foolishly, perhaps, I used to take freedom for granted. But now thanks to ultra-tolerant, self-hating, multicultural lemmings like you, I don't. Politically, I always used to be on the liberal left because I used to believe in things like social justice, tolerance, respect... you know, the good things in life. I still believe those things. Which is why I am no longer on the liberal left.
That? That was just getting warmed up. He's right too; the word "racism" deserves an apology (via The Steynian).
Dunch is a late afternoon meal between lunch and dinner. Dunch is a North American innovation, as is brunch.
A dunch (the term is a portmanteu of lunch and dinner) can be served after an afternoon event or prior to an evening one in order to accomodate busy time schedules. It usually replaces both lunch and dinner and thus has a tendency to be the only meal of the day.
The term "dunch" has enjoyed a wider usage, especially among college students, than its equivalent "linner", which has died out.
He is glorified not in one, but in countless suns; not in a single earth, a single world, but in a thousand thousand, I say in an infinity of worlds
GigaGalaxy Zoom has released the first of three images meant to allow internet users to observe the night sky as if from excellent viewing sites in Chile; an 800-million-pixel monster panorama including the entire sky.
Working in the dark, dry highlands of Chile with a Nikon D3 digital camera (50 mm lens open at f5.6), Serge Brunier and Frédéric Tapissier patched together 1,200 photos of the night sky ...
“I wanted to show a sky that everyone can relate to — with its constellations, its thousands of stars, with names familiar since childhood, its myths shared by all civilizations since Homo became Sapiens,” Brunier said in a release. “The image was therefore made as man sees it, with a regular digital camera under the dark skies in the Atacama Desert and on La Palma.”
Each exposure was six minutes long, and the project extended over several months.
Researchers at Canterbury Museum in Christchurch and the University of New South Wales in Australia have identified the culprit behind Maori legends of a giant man-eating bird. Te Hokioki is now thought to have been Haast's eagle, extinct for 500 years.
With a wingspan of up to three metres and weighing 18kg, the female was twice as big as the largest living eagle, the Steller's sea eagle. And the bird's talons were as big as a tiger's claws. "It was certainly capable of swooping down and taking a child," said Paul Scofield, the curator of vertebrate zoology at the Canterbury Museum. "They had the ability to not only strike with their talons but to close the talons and put them through quite solid objects such as a pelvis. It was designed as a killing machine."
Its main prey would have been moa, flightless birds which grew to as much as 250kg and 2.5 metres tall. "In some fossil sites, moa bones have been found with signs of eagle predation," Dr Scofield said.
However, Anthony Layden, Britain's former ambassador to Libya, has said that he signed an agreement with the Libyan government in 2006, when Jack Straw was the foreign secretary and Britain was in the midst of negotiating trade deals with Libya worth hundreds of millions of pounds.
That poem begins (and is entitled) For All We Have and Are. It was quite frankly a call to arms, such that the line immediately preceding the passage I quoted reads: “The Hun is at the gate.” It tells Englishmen they are now at war, that they must stand and fight, and that even if everything dear to them is lost, the old Commandments stand. “In courage keep your heart, / In strength lift up your hand.”
So far so “war-mongering,” and I am perfectly aware that far fewer of my own contemporaries have the stomach for this kind of instruction, than had Kipling’s. Part of the reason is our taught memory of that First World War. It has been presented in our schoolbooks as a great waste of lives.
It was not, says Warren. RTWT for the real lesson of Versailles and precisely what made the Hitler phenomenon possible in Germany.
Connecting Lagrange points between plantary bodies produces a map of gravitational corridors in the solar system and, with them, a means of cutting the costs of space travel.
Professor Shane Ross, from Virginia Tech in the US, said: 'Basically the idea is there are low energy pathways winding between planets and moons that would slash the amount of fuel needed to explore the solar system.
'These are freefall pathways in space around and between gravitational bodies. Instead of falling down, like you do on Earth, you fall along these tubes.
'I like to think of them as being similar to ocean currents, but they are gravitational currents. If you're in a parking orbit round the Earth, and one of them intersects your trajectory, you just need enough fuel to change your velocity and now you're on a new trajectory that is free.'
Mohammed is now the third most popular British boys' name. For some reason (racism!), the British government does not want you to know.
This week, the Office of National Statistics published a list of the most popular boys' names in Britain: Jack, Oliver, Thomas, Harry, Joshua, Alfie, Charlie, Daniel. They reflect a cultural tradition as old as the nation's history, and would provoke approving nods from Jack the Ripper, Oliver Cromwell, Thomas Becket and Harry Hotspur.
There is just one small problem: the list is deceitful. In reality, the third most popular choice for boy children born last year in England and Wales was not Thomas, but Mohammed. The ONS explains blithely that it had no intent to deceive. Its normal practice is to catalogue different spellings separately, as in Mohammed, Muhammed and so on.
Because British parents are eager to name their sons after Jack the Ripper, apparently. So that's a woman hating serial killer, a theocratic tyrant and a couple guys named Jack and Oliver for the top three.
Sources say at least 400 cadre of a Manipuri insurgent group, the People's Liberation Army (PLA), have been undergoing arms training in China's Yunnan province for the last year. Ronie, alias Robindro, a self-styled major of the Manipur PLA, brags "16 platoon went to China recently, some of them have come back."
Liang Pengju, a soldier who will be taking part in the parade, said he had received very little formation drill training before entering the village for the intensive practice. He said soldiers from the special forces are accustomed to being very flexible and to walking with their toes pointing outwards, to minimize the sound of their footsteps.
"A special forces soldier's body is usually in the shape of a bow," Liang said. "That's why, in formation drills, we always have problems with our heads, feet and upper bodies."
That is some insanely awesome pre-recorded guitar tone. And more power to them, live music always sux.
It's actually live vocals over a backing track of the studio recording. Goofy, I know, but true. John does the scream in the studio version, but Paul does it here because there's no way John would be able to scream and then recover fast enough to start the first verse. So: not a lip synch, but not live.
Spengler discusses decline as a guest on Shire Network News, "very popular with those of us with a fairly gloomy view of where the West is going at the moment" (via Five Feet of Fury).
He recently outed himself as actually being David Goldman, who is a harpsichordist of some note, an economist, writer, history buff and general Renaissance man. I didn't ask him to rub his belly and pat his head at the same time, but I'm pretty confident he would be perfectly capable of doing so, while simultaneously chiding me for my sloppy comparison of the modern European Union with the Plains Indians in the 1890s. Warning - don't even think of trying to out-clever this man.
I think my IQ shot up by ten points just by being in the same room.
Revealed: The reason David Goldman chose to publish as Spengler.
Also featured: The Decline of the East. So it's not all bad news then.
The Gods of the Copybook Headings takes issue with Michael Coren's "myths" about the Second World War, stopping along the way to cite a salient lesson lost on our enemy and lost to ourselves (via Binky).
We are not only fighting armies, but a hostile people, and must make old and young, rich and poor, feel the hard hand of war, as well as their organized armies. I know that this recent movement of mine through Georgia has had a wonderful effect in this respect. Thousands who had been deceived by their lying papers into the belief that we were being whipped all the time, realized the truth, and have no appetite for a repetition of the same experience.
—Letter, Sherman to Henry W. Halleck, December 24, 1864.
Today's enemy has a demonic appetite for torture and slaughter, his war materiel is provided for by every trip we make to the gas station and he fights in the knowledge of an unholy promise of sex slaves for booty in this world and as eternal reward in the next. He is no more likely to call it a day than an SS officer would be were he also threatened with internment at a Caribbean beach resort.
Twenty years ago, Douglas Coupland was at work when he sneezed. It was December, he recalls, and snowing hard, and it was the biggest sneeze he'd ever had in his life. "And there was this thing, like an entity, in my hand – the size, colour and shape of a really big green grape. And I freaked – what the fuck is that? It had veins on it, like it was an evil alien." He went to his doctor, who had a look inside Coupland's nose and said, "Oh well, it's not inside of you any more. It seems all clear up there now."
Dalrymple is surely a modern master of declinology, a discipline of which this book is a relentless performance. It takes a certain kind of genius for unverifiable generalisation, for example, to write: "The British are no longer sturdily independent as individuals."
And it takes a Guardian writer not to have noticed.
Mankind is perhaps 20 years from being able to clone a hybrid woolly mammoth so we had better start talking about whether or not mammoth ribs are halal. Also, about condiments. Cucumber mint sauce?
a team from Penn State University sequenced almost the entire genome of a mammoth using the same technology and a few months ago, the Max Planck Institute in Germany sequenced the complete copy of the Neanderthal nuclear genome. This has spurred genome-scale projects on extinct animals everywhere -- among many others, international teams are now at work on many of the iconic denizens of the pre-modern world, including the dodo, marsupial wolf, moa, and mastodon, with more efforts being reported every few months.
Marsupial wolf is a different story most probably calling for something hotter. Toronto foodies are best advised to try Mados' pumpkin and pawpaw pepper sauce.
Stargate Universe follows the adventures of a present-day, multinational exploration team on board the Ancient spaceship Destiny. Transported to Destiny in a distant corner of the universe and unable to return to Earth, members of the team are forced to remain on the vessel and fend for themselves.
It's not firepower but endurance that is needed to prevail over pirates. Ships can survey only a tiny swath of the sea, and previous ship-launched drones and land-based manned aircraft lack the Reaper's capacity to remain aloft for up to 14 hours. The drone's 66-ft. (20 m) wingspan can launch the 5-ton aircraft on missions covering more than 3,000 miles (about 4,800 km). "This makes it an ideal platform for observing the vast ocean and maritime corridors in the Indian Ocean region and assisting in counterpiracy efforts," Crawley says.
For Autumn/Winter 2009, Gareth Pugh decided to show a video rather than send models down the runway.
This collection, he said, was something of a 180-degree twist: turning that inverted triangle silhouette he has been working since Fashion East in 2005 (the self-same one everyone else seems to be cottoning onto) right-way up again. In place of leggings, we had billowing, aggressive gypsy skirts - think Romany Matrix and you'd be halfway there - and on top, body-cleaving stretch sweaters and anatomically shredded leather. Moving away from his earlier puffed-up and pumped-out abstraction, Pugh's latest collections seem to have a new affinity with the body and nature as a whole - soft, slipstream silk chiffons billowed, bubbled and melted across the screen like a sinister (but beautiful) Rorschach inkblot.
For those who feel this has all got too haute luxe for the master of high concept, a series of simple separates studded with Hellraiser-style nails were a perfect example of the short, sharp shock treatments Pugh so loves.
Naturally we’d assumed that someone whose work is filled with references ranging from literary to mythological would have a fairly extensive library but even so, we were a bit unprepared for the scope of what he sent us. In the basement of his house of secrets we find a room that’s wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling with books (along with a scattering of awards, gargoyles and felines).
Found guilty as a participant in a bomb plot targeting the Toronto Stock Exchange, the downtown offices of CSIS (what passes for a Canadian CIA) and a military base near Highway 401, a bomb plot that would have "dwarfed London's 2005 subway bombings", Saad Khalid could serve as little as five and a half years behind bars and be out on parole in 28 months.
The judge said he wanted to send a strong message with his sentencing.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the problem in a nutshell. Small wonder they have such contempt for Canada, Canadians, democracy and Canadian values; we set such little store by them ourselves.
Excellent news for Cheryl Cole and a welcome relief to Flea-readers who have mentioned (purely as an observation, you understand) an absence of totty for all the pissing and moaning about the end of the world. I might even manage to throw some archaeology at you this week.
Also good news, a bump in traffic for August; unexpected as my traffic normally trends down over the summer.
Update: Kathy Shaidle has published her latest traffic statistics. Note to advertisers... between the two of us we should have upwards of 2 million unique readers this year. Not bad for a couple of Canadian blogs written in Canada. I should confess an oblique happiness Townhall.com only gets twenty times my traffic (but I suspect with a far superior business model).
Britain faces the first widespread power blackouts since the 1970s because of looming energy shortages, Government documents reveal. For the first time, ministers are expecting that the supply of electricity will fail to meet demand at peak times.
The Government is forecasting that by 2017 there will be power cuts of around 3,000 megawatt hours per year - the equivalent of the whole of Nottingham being without electricity for a day.