There I stood, observing this madness
“Where is the tipping point in our mind?”
I asked myself.
“When do we reach the transition point to switch of humanity, to transform a living creature with consciousness into a death plastic toy? “
Don’t talk just start the film “A day old chick”
Don’t talk just watch.
Thousands of living chicks on the assembly line.
Transformed by machines into products, material and even trash
Hundreds of Zombies behind the line.
Chicks are running on the catwalk
Watched and controlled by a jury of (Human) Operators
The audition, to become product or trash
I was looking and scanning the environment, to find a good actor,
and here he was..
The chicks were running scared into the wrong direction of the assembly line.
Trying to escape and looking for a place to hide.
“This one looks funny” some one said. His big hands grabbed the dick and without any expression he squeezed it to death. ” Hey.. Look! , It looks like a tennis-ball” the guy said to his workmate. Continue reading
It’s that time again. We’re on the move — feasting, sharing, shopping, giving thanks. And we are being tracked every step of the way. So here’s a quick guide to the state of the unblinking electronic eye, 2014 Holiday Edition.
Flying home? Every passenger on every flight is recorded on digital manifests. Every plane is tracked. And even before you board, airports are among the most intensively surveilled public spaces, full of cameras and other monitoring devices. Some airports even use tiny sensors hidden in lighting fixtures that, according to the New York Times, can spot long lines, read license plates and report “suspicious activity” to authorities.
Taking the train? All aboard for monitoring. Ticket transactions happen with computers – or online – typically with credit cards, making it easy to follow any passenger or all of them. Train stations, meanwhile, are nearly as camera-laden as airports.
Uber or Lyft? Smartphone-based car services collect massive amounts of precise data, including your name, cell number, starting point, ending point, pickup time, drop-off time and exact route. Plus, that same data is collected on every other rider as well, making it easy for those with access to the databases to analyze who is seeing whom, when, where and, with a bit of imagination, why.
Driving yourself? The web of surveillance is a bit looser here, but there arecountless license plates readers on our highways, both fixed and mounted on government vehicles. Databases collect such information for easy sharing. Those handy electronic toll payment systems, such as EZ Pass, are tracking you too. Highway rest areas are heavy on the video monitoring. And likely coming soon: facial recognition systems.
Along with Malik, her husband, the owner of Geo TV, and the anchor of the show against which the claim was made have also been sentenced to jail time and a fine of 1.3 million Pakistani rupees each.
A Pakistani anti-terrorism court presented the sentence, accusing the media organisation of airing “blasphemous content” on one of its programmes.
DNA reported that the charges, subsequent arrest, and sentencing occurred as Mir Shakil-ur-Rahman was accused of allowing the telecast of a staged mock marriage between Malik and her husband Asad Bashir, while a religious song was played in the background.
As reported by CNN-IBN, along with Malik, Bashir, and Mir Shakil-ur-Rahman, TV host Shaista Wahidi was also convicted of the crime and given a 26-year prison sentence.
By: Kidman J. Williams
I was startled awake by that damned nightmare again! The last time I had it was about ten years ago; I was living in sin, an hour north of Tampa, Florida with my cheating skank, ex-girlfriend. I am standing in a beautiful park area next to a river at night. I hear Bobby Darin’s “Beyond the Sea” in the background. The sky has a deep purple tone, the grass is vibrant and green and the people are genuine and happy. The children are dressed in Christening Gowns running around in a circle with sparklers over their innocent little heads. The scene can only be described as pure and tranquil.
Then the whole scene turns ugly with the ring of a piercing whistle! Troops dressed in armor come sweeping through the peace of the evening beating people down with their phallic black sticks. I yell out to the people to run, but we are getting closed in from every side. I turn my head to catch a full shot of a little blonde girl with tears rolling down her face; she is surrounded by her fallen friends lying in the grass with blood pooled around the bodies.
I try to run for her and I see the nightstick coming towards my face and I woke up in a cold sweat, shaking nervously.
It is 5 AM here in the Chicagoland area. I passed-out right after hearing the ill-fated verdict of the Michael Brown case in Ferguson. It was a compelling case that should have seen a conclusion long before late November’s wintery winds carried the death blow to the Nation. A little transparency in the case could have avoided months of civil unrest in Ferguson. Even a little better reasoning than the “No probable cause for murder” could have helped. Instead we’ve seen nothing but bedlam in Missouri since August 9th. Continue reading