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Kirk Douglas is getting 100 years old today.
Not bad for someone who got crucified over 50 years ago.
Apparently, there is still hope.
Yes, well, with nice supportive ropes
the only problem would be boredom, but Kirk had nice things to think about
Happy Birthday, Kirk!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
On December 15th 1916, the last attack of the Battle of Verdun took place. This date is often considered as the end of the battle, which had started at February 21st 1916.
The Battle of Verdun had cost about 263000 dead and 492000 wounded. At the end, the positions of the French and German armies were more or less the same as at the beginning, 10 months earlier.
The Battle of Verdun had cost about 263000 dead and 492000 wounded. At the end, the positions of the French and German armies were more or less the same as at the beginning, 10 months earlier.
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
It is still the longest continual battle ever fought.
Hello Gibbs!!! I hope you are well. You have been missed!!!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Having grown up as a kid, with the idea that 'In America everything is big!'
In America, they said, stood a tree, so big that there was a tunnel carved through its base, wide enough to let a car drive through.
'Pioneer Cabin Tree', the iconic giant Sequoia with the tunnel, in Calaveras Big Tree State Park (California), is no longer. It fell in a storm, yesterday.
Even big things are not eternal.
In America, they said, stood a tree, so big that there was a tunnel carved through its base, wide enough to let a car drive through.
'Pioneer Cabin Tree', the iconic giant Sequoia with the tunnel, in Calaveras Big Tree State Park (California), is no longer. It fell in a storm, yesterday.
Even big things are not eternal.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Attachments
windar
Teller of Tales
I've been there and driven through it. Walking through the redwoods away from the crowds was far more impressive.
And speaking of milestones, yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the iPhone. One of those inventions that has changed society to an incredible extent in a very short time. Whether for good or bad is up to each to decide.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. *We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only."* We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Martin Luther King Jr.
The US observes MLK's life today...
T
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. *We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only."* We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Martin Luther King Jr.
The US observes MLK's life today...
T
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
I am standing a little bit in the shadow of this great speech, which is a milestone in the history of the USA.
But hunderd years ago, an unnoticed incident would soon have large consequences for the US.
Germany intended to start unrestricted submarine warfare in February 1917, and considered the possibility that this would draw the US into the war.
On January 16th 1917, German Foreign Secretary Arthur Zimmerman, sent a telegram to the Mexican Government, wherein Germany proposed Mexico to fight along with Germany (and with Japan, the Germans hoped to get on their side too) against the US, in case the latter would get involved into the war. Germany promised Mexico financial help to invade the US, and it would support Mexico to take back the territories lost to the US during the 19th century.
The Zimmerman Telegram was intercepted by British intelligence and soon made public. It caused soo much outrage that, three months later, the US declared war on Germany.
But hunderd years ago, an unnoticed incident would soon have large consequences for the US.
Germany intended to start unrestricted submarine warfare in February 1917, and considered the possibility that this would draw the US into the war.
On January 16th 1917, German Foreign Secretary Arthur Zimmerman, sent a telegram to the Mexican Government, wherein Germany proposed Mexico to fight along with Germany (and with Japan, the Germans hoped to get on their side too) against the US, in case the latter would get involved into the war. Germany promised Mexico financial help to invade the US, and it would support Mexico to take back the territories lost to the US during the 19th century.
The Zimmerman Telegram was intercepted by British intelligence and soon made public. It caused soo much outrage that, three months later, the US declared war on Germany.
RacingRodent
Consul
Apparently the British have just had Blue Monday which according to this snappy formula
makes it the most depressing day of the year.
So the good news is that even if it not all plain sailing from here at least you'll feel better about it
makes it the most depressing day of the year.So the good news is that even if it not all plain sailing from here at least you'll feel better about it
Well, here we are. One reformed lurker.
I have been a member of Crux Forums since November 19th 2005, as Wragg, then Wragg2, and now Wragg134.
(I kept getting in a muddle with my passwords
)
From 2005 till 2009 I posted nothing, from 2009 until 2011 I posted one message and got two 'likes' for it, and now, since 2011, I have posted 10,000 messages and 42,338 likes.
Well, I didn't think I had anything to say!
But it was only by interacting that I have managed to work out what a thoroughly decent bunch of people you are. No, Gentle Reader, we are not all pervs, just ordinary people with a slightly 'extraordinary' interest.
I would like to use this, my 10,000th post, to thank you all for the support for my silly stories, the very real friendship in good times and in bad, and for far, far more laughter than I would have believed possible!
And now I'm going to post my favourite smileys, just for the sheer hell of it!
But I have to admit, I may have seen a few too many
The one I use most often
And my very favourite
I have been a member of Crux Forums since November 19th 2005, as Wragg, then Wragg2, and now Wragg134.
(I kept getting in a muddle with my passwords
)From 2005 till 2009 I posted nothing, from 2009 until 2011 I posted one message and got two 'likes' for it, and now, since 2011, I have posted 10,000 messages and 42,338 likes.
Well, I didn't think I had anything to say!
But it was only by interacting that I have managed to work out what a thoroughly decent bunch of people you are. No, Gentle Reader, we are not all pervs, just ordinary people with a slightly 'extraordinary' interest.
I would like to use this, my 10,000th post, to thank you all for the support for my silly stories, the very real friendship in good times and in bad, and for far, far more laughter than I would have believed possible!
And now I'm going to post my favourite smileys, just for the sheer hell of it!
But I have to admit, I may have seen a few too many
The one I use most often
And my very favourite
Well, here we are. One reformed lurker.
I have been a member of Crux Forums since November 19th 2005, as Wragg, then Wragg2, and now Wragg134.
(I kept getting in a muddle with my passwords
From 2005 till 2009 I posted nothing, from 2009 until 2011 I posted one message and got two 'likes' for it, and now, since 2011, I have posted 10,000 messages and 42,338 likes.
Well, I didn't think I had anything to say!
But it was only by interacting that I have managed to work out what a thoroughly decent bunch of people you are. No, Gentle Reader, we are not all pervs, just ordinary people with a slightly 'extraordinary' interest.
I would like to use this, my 10,000th post, to thank you all for the support for my silly stories, the very real friendship in good times and in bad, and for far, far more laughter than I would have believed possible!
And now I'm going to post my favourite smileys, just for the sheer hell of it!
But I have to admit, I may have seen a few too many
The one I use most often
And my very favourite
10K Wow!!!!
In celebration I hereby reduce (temporarily) your accumulated
s to zero. Don't expect that to last very long though.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Well, here we are. One reformed lurker.
I have been a member of Crux Forums since November 19th 2005, as Wragg, then Wragg2, and now Wragg134.
(I kept getting in a muddle with my passwords
From 2005 till 2009 I posted nothing, from 2009 until 2011 I posted one message and got two 'likes' for it, and now, since 2011, I have posted 10,000 messages and 42,338 likes.
Well, I didn't think I had anything to say!
But it was only by interacting that I have managed to work out what a thoroughly decent bunch of people you are. No, Gentle Reader, we are not all pervs, just ordinary people with a slightly 'extraordinary' interest.
I would like to use this, my 10,000th post, to thank you all for the support for my silly stories, the very real friendship in good times and in bad, and for far, far more laughter than I would have believed possible!
And now I'm going to post my favourite smileys, just for the sheer hell of it!
10.000 CONGRATULATIONS, WRAGG!