To successfully flirt online you need to be a sort of online playboy because it is a virtual world where you can neither use body language nor be physical in any other way. Nevertheless the connoisseurs of the love game do it on the Web as confidently as they do it in the real world.

Actually the art of flirting requires confidence everywhere the Internet not being excluded either. Because the same flesh and blood individuals with the same passion populate and drive the online world as well. Just remember not to be pushy, nor be so timid to earn the scorn of that sexy woman whom you are pursuing on the Web with such fervour. So how do you achieve the delicate balance between being pushy and timid by the online dating site girls? Here is how.            

Be playful and have as much fun as you can have while flirting. This is not a serious business for which you are here. With a light heart, approach your woman and be entertaining instead of making your intentions too obvious. Crack an intelligent joke or two to make her see that you appreciate her as a human being and not just a lay for a night. Get to know her intimately by sending her simple messages from time to time but do not show too much of curiosity.

If you want to be a flirt who is in high demand, try to instill optimism and the feel good vibe in your every move and you will soon see yourself being hotly pursued by highly desirable girls. This is no wonder because girls have always been known to fall in love head over heels with self-assured, sanguine men.                 

Be a good reader and listener while she e-mails or chats with you and you will come to know a lot about her. Since knowing is everything, it empowers you to understand beyond what is written or spoken and also to read the white space between the lines. Pay her a compliment or two whenever there is such an opportunity but take care that it sounds not like an outright flattery. Above all be sincere to her because nothing opens the door better than honesty and simplicity. 

Finally please remember to avoid going too fast or using sexual overtones that could shut you out for ever with just a click of the mouse.  Please Visit PureAdultDating

As the world of Adult dating is continuing to explode.  Many women often run into challenges trying to meet the right person online. In many cases they often run into frustration as they meet different men trying to find the one that is a good match. To be able effectively find the right man for you requires that you use certain techniques that will protect you, are subtle and effective.

In many instances when you are trying to meet singles for Online dating you want to appear available but not to available. Meaning that you don’t want to come across as desperate causing the person to become hesitant. Several proven techniques for meeting the right men on any adult dating web sites includes: one, don’t choose a nickname that has some sort of sexual overtone. While this may ultimately be your objective, you want to come across as someone who has class compared to someone who is easy. The more class that you portray, the higher the class of men that you will meet. As a general rule men; want to meet someone who has similar interests to them. By showing that sex is not the only thing that is on your mind you will spark his curiosity and desire for you. Two, don’t over email everyone you meet, a common mistake that both men and women make online is to constantly email and communicate with one another. While this is appropriate in some situations, most of the time it is not. What you want to do is communicate with them every other day. This will give the impression that you don’t need to be with them and at the same help increase the chances of them wanting you even more. Online dating can be very challenging at times. By following the above techniques will help improve your odds dramatically of finding the right man that you are looking for. Just remember good things take time. Please visit http://www.pureadultdating.com/.

10. The West Wing
“What Kind of Day Has It Been?”

The first season of the West Wing was a show full of spirit and good-hearted drama. Sure, it was somber at times and dealt withsome heavy themes, but it was also full of fast-paced energy and witty dialgue. Therefore, we were all surprised to see the season end in such a vilent and dramatic manner as a group of white supremecists opened fire on the president and his staff. We were left pondering all summer; who was hit? And who survived?

9. Friends
“The One With Ross’s Wedding”

The on-again, off-again love story between Ross and Rachel in the hit comedy Friends has become a legendary staple on network television. And just when audiences thought it way have died down and that the story arc may be over as Ross prepares to marry his new girlfriend Emily, they hit us with a bombshell: Ross says Rachel’s name instead of Emily’s during the wedding vows.

8. The Office
“Casino Night”

But enough about Ross and Rachel. They’re old news. Lets get on to the new wave of will-they wont-they TV couples, Jim and Pam. In the original British The Office, Tim and Dawn went striaght to the bitter end with their sexual tension. We assumed that the Jim-Pam relationship would be much the same, until Jim took matters into his own hands. He kissed Pam outside and expressed his true feelings, shocking viewers everywhere. But the real cliffhanger would come a few minutes later when he kissed her again…

7. 24
“Day 1: 11:00 pm – 12:00am”

When 24 aired in 2001, it was stretching the barriers of TV, and so the ending of their first season was no different. In the last few mintes of the last hour, Jack Bauer finds that his wife has been murdered. At this point, fans of the show knew that the producers of the show, from taht moment on, would not be afraid to take bold chances. What would happen with Jack now? How is his wife’s death going to change the fabric of the show?

This shocking conclusion is a cliffhanger for these reasons,, yet it is also, strangely, a resolution to the season as a whole.

6. Lost
“Through the Looking Glass”

Lost has always used flashbacks as a way to tell its character’s stories, and in their third season finale, Lost used this staple storytelling device to give us the show’s best cliffhanger. DUring the two-hour seaon finale we follow the cahracters’ exploits to get off the island, while following Jack’s flashbacks intercut throughout the show. It isn’t until the very end, when Kate appears in Jack’s flashback, that we realize thatwe were never watching a flashback, but that it was in fact a flash forward. Jack and Kate had made it off the island! But how? When? What about everyone else? This revelation shocked Lost viewers and gave them a plethora of questions to ponder over the summer months.

5. The Simpsons
“Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part 1″

No one is better at homaging and spoofing great movie and televison moments better than The Simpsons. And so who better to do a spoof of the infamous “Who Shot JR” moment? This time, Mr. Burns was the gunshot victim, and everyone in town was a suspect. The producers also played up the mystery by giving clues throughout the summer and having cans write in their thoughts on who was the guilty culprit. This was the only time in the SImpsons twenty year run that theyended their season on a cliffhanger, and it was a good one. (even though it just turned out to be Maggie, but oh well)

4. Star Trek: The Next Generation
“The Best of Both Worlds: Part 1″

Usually the best cliffhangers are the ones that hit us with something completely unexpected. Something like the main characters becoming one of the enemy. That is what happened at the end of TNG’s third season, where Picard is not only captured by the Borg, but is made to be one of them. And when Picard turns toward his former crew and says “I am Locutus of the Borg”, geeks everywhere were on the edge of their seats.

3. Alias
“The Telling”

Alias was a show which seemed to end every episode with a cliffhanger. Therefore, when it came time for their season finales, they had to find ways to step up their game and bring those cliffhangers to the next level. The first season finale was okay; she was captured by who turned out to be her mother after years of believing she was dead. But the second season finale was when the producers of Alias really outdid themselves.

After all o fthe events of the final episode transpired, Sydney found herself exhausted after a fight with the agent who was doubling as her best friend, passing out onto the floor. When she awoke, however, she was in an entirely different city; Hong Kong. It was only until after she contacted the CIA and Vaughn that she, and we the audience, discover that she has been missing for two years.

2. The Sopranos
“Made in America”

Here we have a unique sort of cliffhanger; a cliff hanger in the final episode of a TV shows run (a purposeful cliffhanger, as opposed to a show which just got canceled. David Chase ended the Sopranos’ 6 season run with a scene where Tony and his family meet for dinner. Against the backdrop of an old Journey tune, a shady figure comes out of the bathroom, looking ready to make a hit. And just when we think something is about to happen, the screen cuts to black.

Fans were split on what they thought of this ending; any were angry while others thought it was a brilliant and original way to end the series. We don’t know what happens at the end, and we are never going to find out. It is a cliffhanger without a resolution, and a stroke of genius.

1. Dallas
“A House Divided”

Its hard not to put this one at number 1. Back in the days of Dallas, a season finale was simply the last episode of the airing season. There was nothing really special about them. But suddenly Dallas comes along and has their main character shot in the closing moments of the season, making TV audiences everywhere wait a whole summer to learn who the culprit was. “Who shot JR?” became a cultural phenomenon in 1980 and it built the trend of television cliffhangers which TV audiences now enjoy almost every May.

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Not In My Name

Like Gordon Brown, I am partially sighted. Like Gordon Brown, my handwriting is appalling and often indecipherable even to me. Unlike Gordon Brown, I would simply never consider hand writing professional correspondence of any kind. Period.

And so it was with considerable surprise that I emerged blinking into the pale winter light yesterday to discover ‘Lettergate’ romping all over the news agenda.

Unlike many other people, my surprise stems not from the fact that this has become a controversy but from the fact that anyone sane could step up to defend Gordon Brown for what I believe to be an inexcusable insult to the grieving mother of a fallen soldier.

I can think of no piece of correspondence that one should take more seriously than a letter of condolence, and that goes in spades if you happen to be the Prime Minister of the government who sent the deceased to fight and die. And it goes in the kind of spades one finds attached to the front of a JCB if your government is widely regarded as being further culpable for that death due to an inability to properly equip your combat troops.

So I was astonished to discover that our prime minister had sent such a letter that was practically illegible and appeared to contain 25 spelling errors, including the family name of the deceased soldier.

What happened next, of course, was not a surprise at all. What happened next was the PC by proxy brigade crawled out of their foetid holes and began a mass whine, the gist of which was that we should let him off because he has a disability. That mocking him for this was picking on him, bullying him for his disability. Bullshit.

Bum Gravy

A Downing Street spokesmen : “The suggestion that he would have or does write these letters in a way that is anything other than with the dignity of the office he holds is completely inappropriate.”

A typically vexing piece of Newspeak, that. Let’s imagine for a moment that I don’t give a flying simian sex act for what some Borg drone thinks is ‘appropriate’, and unpick the tastier bits.

What does it suggest about the ‘dignity’ of the office of the Prime Minister that its holder and his small army of staff would allow such a missive to hit the mailbag without anyone having checked it for errors or legibility ? That no one, at any point, applied even the most basic standard of proofreading that an average piece of business correspondence would be subject to ?

What does it suggest about the ‘dignity’ of the office that its holder would believe that a letter which looks like it was written by a two year old ADHD sufferer is in any way an acceptable way to pass on the condolences of that office ?

The same spokesman points out that Brown spends “a great deal of time” writing these letters. Maybe so. But it doesn’t come across that way. It certainly didn’t to Jacqui Janes who called the letter a

“hastily scrawled insult”

Oh, The Poor Dear

But we should forgive him, right ? Because he’s got a disability innit ? It’s against his human rights or something. Fuck off. Gordon knows his writing is practically illegible, everyone in his office knows it. No one even bothered to proof read it. You can’t hide that behind a shield of PC outrage.

Every single piece of written correspondence I ever send – aside from greetings cards and post cards – is word processed, spell checked, and proof read to within an inch of its life to prevent me from sending out stuff that makes me look like a spaz. If I were to hand write something important, I would give it to a sighted person to make sure they could read it. Then I would probably reconsider and type it.

“Ah, but” say the apologists, “then you’d be complaining that it wasn’t personal, that Gordon was just mass producing these letters”.

“Fuck off, apologists” I would reply, pointing out that were someone to attempt to make political capital out of such an accusation, it would be exceedingly easily refuted by noting that because Gordon knows his writing is difficult to read, and because he knows that such letters are so very important, and because he takes them so seriously he has taken the time to make sure that his heartfelt words are legible. That each letter is unique to some extent is, of course, easily verifiable by collecting a few together and comparing them. Easy peasy, see ?

Why Is This Even News ?

“Well, look ” continue the apologists, “all that may be true, but hey, it was one letter, surely there are more important things to worry about”, this being the second plank of their now tiresomely familiar “lets just move on” strategy.

But let’s not move on, let’s dwell a while and continue to pick the scab. This is news, and important news. It is important because of what it says about the office of the Prime Minister. Would that it were not so, but in our particular political structure, this is the most important office in the land. It is the nexus of our national decision making process.

Surely then, we should scrutinise the holder. This incident, like so many others, demonstrates that the holder is a man utterly incapable of admitting his own failings, to the extent that he even denies having made the spelling mistakes. A man so arrogant that despite knowing his writing is practically unreadable does not arrange for his correspondence to be proof read. A man so bad at political management that he hasn’t been able to hire anyone who can (or who dares to) back stop him.

Collectively, the Downing Street team have demonstrated a level of political awareness more appropriate to a solipsist in a coma. This was predictable, preventable, and should have been easily managed when it blew up in Brown’s face.

And as a final insult, this is a man, and a team, who having placed themselves in a position of having such an appalling lack of judgement exposed, rather than simply fess up and apologise for the whole thing unreservedly, are so incapable of admitting their culpability that they are – quietly and subtly – about to play the disability card.

And that is the card that you save for the very last hand.

Gordon Is A Moron

None of this, make no mistake, has come about because Gordon has a disability. This has come about because Gordon is massive twat. All the PC by proxy idiots who were out in force yesterday saying “oh go on, leave him alone, he can’t help it” are aiding and abetting him in remaining a massive twat.

Sending a letter to a grieving mother and spelling her son’s name wrong is simply indefensible. Insisting that it is excused by a disability is insulting to those of us who share that disability and recognise this as nothing more than an egregious error of judgement.

Who has the best tennis return of serve of all time?

Agassi, Connors, Borg, Andy Murray?

Well it’s simply one of the most important shots in the game and you need to get it right.

Why is it important?

Simple, if you can’t return well then you can’t break serve.

If you can’t return serve, you can’t break serve and therefore you can’t win.

And don’t forget you don’t need to hit screaming winners to have a great return you often just need to get the ball back in play – give your opponent a chance to miss/make a mistake.

Remember to win a point in tennis you just have to be the last person to have hit the ball in the tennis court!!

If you want to learn how to hit an attacking return of serve though, just check out the video below.

The good folks over at Gamespot have a 1 minute video from Cryptic Studios featuring more space combat showing some Borg action, can these guys (borg) be stopped without bringing your whole fleet I think not, and we have our first shots of a Hope or Horizon Class research science vassal which is a Tier 3 ship, these ships will be your buff specialists dealing in EW and counter EW very important if you have a cloaked ship out there lets say, and of course planet exploration the enemy fleet will want to take these guys out as soon as possible, an example of a sister class was Captain Crusher’s ship the “Pasteur“ seen in the  TNG series finale which was an Olympic Class but looks very similar the primary hull  is a sphere. All this being speculation of course until the game comes out. There is also a good amount of ground footage more than we have seen so far ant it looks good, the red shirt appears to be holding his own but we all know what happens to him/her in the end and what’s with the girl that is  glowing blue is she being hit by some sort of weapon

I have often wondered about the DNA of the sports fan. Especially in the Indian context. In a country that is starved of a serious sporting culture, being a fan of any sport or sportsman is the closest to attaining sporting nirvana. Notwithstanding the sporadic successes of Indians of late, this is, unfortunately, still the case.

The advent of satellite television has changed things, especially in urban and suburban India. The ability to identify with sporting icons, be it in team or individual sport, has outgrown the narrow confines of national boundaries. Whilst this was always the case, their prevalence and pervasiveness, thanks to the explosion in the media industry, particularly television, is wider and deeper now. In India, with its predominantly young population yearning for sporting success stories to identify and associate with, the absence of national sporting icons worthy of “loyalty allocation”, means that we are a nation of the “undiluted television sporting fan”. I would define a UTSF as anyone with access to view the best of sporting action happening anywhere in the world but who, for a variety of reasons, not the least being his unwillingness to distance himself from the comforts of his arm chair, has precious little working knowledge of the sport that his icon, be it a team or individual is engaged in. Typically, children grow to like a sport by playing it. And they play it by watching older people play in the neighbourhood. This is how I learnt to play cricket and soccer. Physical accessibility to the sport was crucial in defining my interests. My first love was playing cricket and once my eyes were opened to the joys of television, over a very short period of time, Sunil Gavaskar became my favorite cricketer. At least in my case it was not a case of the tail wagging the dog. However irreverent it may sound, and ignoring the perverseness of the underlying logic in the statement, I idolised Gavaskar because I thought he played like I would or I did. And to this day, Gavaskar remains my favorite sportsman, cutting across all sports and generations. Once cricket won my heart over, soccer became the casualty. Much as I would like to say that cricket’s gain was soccer’s loss, subsequent events would belie that statement. But this has never come in the way of my contention that with a little more encouragement (and a lot more ability, which I refuse to disclose), I would have been the Indian Paul Collingwood. However, in my case, what this translated into was an abiding love for these two sports, as opposed to the purveyors of the sport, much more ingrained and a lot less fickle than my allegiance to other sports. Inevitably, in the intervening period cricketers and footballers have come and gone. At various points I had to choose between Zico and Maradona, Socrates and Rummenigge, Rush and Rossi, Sachin and Lara, Mark and Steve Waugh, Warne and Kumble and so on. But the overarching allegiance was to the sport. However cliched it may sound to the rest of the world.

On the other end of the spectrum, I enjoyed watching tennis on television primarily because I enjoyed watching McEnroe. For me, at an impressionable age, tennis WAS McEnroe. I, inexplicably, chose to favor McEnroe over Borg (curious isn’t it, given that Borg was more in the Gavaskar mould). To me, tennis stopped with the retirement of Mac. I did flirt occasionally with the Agassis, Ivanisevics and Brugueras, but it was just not the same. To some extent, Federer, thanks to his pervasiveness, has come to occupy a special place. But to usurp Mac’s place in my pantheon, not even close. To this days, I have not set foot inside a tennis court. Maybe that partially explains the obsession with the players as opposed to the sport itself. Similar was the fate of F1 motorpsort. Being part of a generation that grew up reading (not viewing) Senna’s exploits at the wheel and his legendary rivalry with Prost, the idol equated to the sport. Again, Hakkinen threatened momentarily, especially the way in which he stood up to Schumacher, but it was altogether much too brief to leave any lasting impression.

To put things in perspective, I have to explain the case of my father-in-law’s obsession with, of all things, Indian football. True Goan that he is, he has a genetic predisposition towards soccer. This is understandable. But what makes it weird is his obsession with Indian football. In my own case, once having tasted the elixir of world football, thanks to Brain Glanville and the Sportstar, the affair with Indian soccer was terminated abruptly and decisively. In his case, the affliction with Indian soccer is chronic. To the extent that he refuses to have a Tata Sky connection in his house because they do not offer Z Sports in their bouquet. To this day, he follows the fortunes of Salgaocar, Vasco and Dempo. Although he has never explicitly mentioned this to me, I have a feeling that he considers Churchill Bros to be some kind of upstarts, given their lack of tradition and history. He tries his best to catch live action on the ground whenever possible. No one in the family would have held a grudge against him for that, but for his insistence in analysing ad nauseum the relative performance of the team for the benefit of the few unfortunate enough to be around him on his return from the ground. The unintended consequence of this has been my mother-in-law developing an intense loathing for Indian soccer. Not for my father-in-law, the glitz and glamor of the EPL or the Serie A. The concept of sport as a spectacle does not move him. At best, he may condescend to watch the World Cup Soccer Semi-Finals and Finals.

Is it any wonder that I am left wondering about the DNA of the Sports Fan.

Fredrik Reinfeldt, Anders Borg och Littorin hur känns det idag ? Sverige Närnings liv sågade idag alliansregeringens politik i en helsides annons i Göteborgs-Posten. Med rubriker som. Konkurserna inom industrin har i år ökat med 180 %. En tredjedel av börsbolagen gick med förlust under årets sex första månader. 260 000 fler svenskar blir arbetslösa under 2009-2011.

Q: How many ears does Captain Kirk have?
A: Three. The left ear, the right ear, and the final frontier.

On Saturday evening, Jed and I went to MarkJ’s house, where his brother supplied the latest Star Trek movie. It was an amusing, entertaining film, and if you think I’m only saying that because I don’t know MarkJ’s brother well enough to slag off his taste in movies, I appreciate your dilemma. You’ll have to use your discretion. Sorry.

Star Trek 2009 is a reboot of the Star Trek franchise, telling the back-story of the crew and the series of flukes via which James Tiberius Kirk comes to be captain of the Starship Enterprise.

No idea what the plot is about. It involves a fleet of Romulans. I’m not sure why the producers didn’t choose more compelling intergalactic villains for the franchise premiere – for example, the horny-headed Klingons; or the terrifyingly ridiculous-looking and inalienly strong Gorn. But there you go.

Anyhoo, the Romulans pootle around the universe applying impressive special effects to planets. Apart from that, even Eric Bana’s freakishly small head fails to make the Romulans look the least bit threatening. They have no exoskeletal anomalies, no surplus proboscises, no multiple recessed jaws; they are even a standard Caucasian colour. Although their blood is greenish-yellow, there isn’t half enough of it splattering about the set.

I suppose they do have impressive cranial tattoos – but then so do lots of people – I mean, it’s hardly chillingly blood-crawling.

Q: How many Star Trek landing party members does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Only one, but the extra red-shirt will die in the attempt

The movie introduces Kirk as a foetus, and unfortunately the character does not appear to mature in any measurable way throughout the course of the movie apart from a rudimentary mastery of his motor functions. Impossible as it may seem, Chris Pine’s incarnation of Kirk made me wistfully yearn for William Shatner.

Even Uhura, embarking on her mission to boldly sleep her way to the top, keeps Kirk firmly at bargepole’s length. Which tells you all you REALLY need to know.

But since you asked nicely, I will of course tell you more.

Kirk is so whiny and boisterously annoying, you want to ground him until he reaches adulthood – about 20 years. The only new life forms he is interested in seeking out are the female variety (demonstrating a disturbing fetish for bottle-green redheads).

Q: Does Kirk become the first cadet in the history of the Academy to outwit the Kobayashi Maru Simulation with his blistering intelligence and encyclopaedic knowledge of Klingon war strategy?
A: No, Kirk CHEATS.

Q: Following his suspension from the Academy, does Kirk unexpectedly disguise himself as the First Officer and blag his way on board the USS Enterprise?
A: No, he is smuggled aboard by his friend.

Q: Does Kirk detect a Romulan trap using his powers of deduction and encyclopaedic knowledge of Romulan war tactics?
A: No; by pure chance, he overhears Uhura talking about it in her underwear (although the fact that he recalls the information at all with Uhura clad only in her underwear is undeniably admirable).

Even worse, Kirk’s bravery does not translate to skilled combat.

Q: When a Romulan is stamping on Kirk’s fingers as the rest of him hangs from the edge of a drilling platform, does Kirk lunge for his assailant’s ankle and pull himself back onto the platform while simultaneously hurling the Romulan to his death?
A: No, Sulu saves Kirk’s dangling ass with a timely sword thrust.

Q: When another Romulan is in the process spanking Kirk with nothing more than his fists and a big sneer, does Kirk distract him with a talking newt before bludgeoning the Romulan’s head to a fine paste with his thumbs?
A: No, he pulls the Romulan’s own gun on him.

And this is the permanently pubescent person chosen to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations and boldly pilot the USS Enterprise where no man has gone before.

In fact, the only positive character attribute exhibited by Kirk is a totally unfounded bravery.

Well, Kirk might be brave, but so is Rambo, and I wouldn’t hand the reins of the Starship Enterprise over to him.

Although I would if the only alternative was Kirk.

The vaunted friendship between Kirk and Spock is made possible only by virtue of Spock’s paucity of emotion.

For some reason, the story features two Spocks. Obviously, this is a good thing – but replacing Kirk with Spock altogether would have been better still.

Spock’s ears appear to have been ‘modernised’ into immobile wax sculptures on either side of his head. Why? WHY? What was wrong with Spock’s original aural devices? I’ll tell you what: NOTHING. Spock’s ears used to be sublime perfection: those delicate pinnacles of silicon pointiness that looked like they might fly off into the control console at the slightest hint of turbulence; that, when you flicked them with your index finger, made a satisfying thwippety thwippety sound that resulted in a cochleal orgasm.

Q: How can you improve on that?
A: You can’t.

Terrific movie; well worth a watch.

It has long been mooted that the Home Office is something of a poisoned chalice, and the last twelve years have done nothing to dispel this impression with a succession of frothing at the mouth nutters being broken upon it’s wheel.

Latest corpse on the pile is due to be the career of current Home Sec Alan Johnson. The interview linked below appears to be – so far – the only TV face time on the issue that Johnson has given, even News24 are rolling the Sky footage, and according to Krishnan Guru-Murthy of C4 news fame

krishgm : Home Office still refusing to come on C4 News about drugs policy, for third day in a row.

It’s quite easy to see why. In the Adam Boulton interview AJ shows his true colours, incandescently angry dribbling trot mentalist without a clue.

Dribbling Trot Mentalist

I can think of better ways to destroy your political credibility than losing your rag like that on a Sunday morning interview, but not many.

Yesterday Charlotte Gore opined

I did think the reason Gordon gave Alan the Home Secretary job was to basically destroy his popularity forever.1:28 PM Oct 31st from Tweetie

In which case, job done.

Johnson does neither himself or his office (or indeed his party) any favours by acting like this, he clearly isn’t handling this well at all, and as the day continues I imagine he will continue to be made to look petty and stupid.

And there was once a rumour that this man would try and knock Gordon off the top spot ? Dream on, Alan.

Med anledning utav Jimmie Åkessons debattartikel om muslimer så redovisar jag nu Mahmoud Aldebes, alltså ordföranden för Sveriges muslimska förbund, krav på muslimska lagar i Sverige i form av ett kravbrev som han har skickat till samtliga riksdagspartier. Han tänker nu bli medlem i Centerpartiet och kandidera för dem, frågan är om han inte redan ÄR medlem där.

I så fall säger det nog mer om Centerpartiet än om honom själv, eftersom de låter en sådan som han bli medlem.

Här följer nu Mahmoud Aldebes krav:

• En moské i varje stad eller kommun.
• Moskébyggen borde finansieras med räntefria lån som alternativ till villkorat bidrag från utlandet. Kommunerna borde ta på sig ansvaret att gå i borg för räntefria lånen eller låna ut pengar räntefritt till moskébyggen för kommunens muslimska invånare.
• Att integrera islam i svenska skolor.
• Det innebär att man lyfter hemspråket och religionen i schemat som ett vanligt ämne, där muslimska barn får möjlighet till undervisning i homogena grupper i eget hemspråk och egen religion i de kommunala skolorna. Imamer och hemspråkslärare borde få status som ordinarie lärare i ämnet hemspråk och religion.
• Det innebär att man lyfter hemspråket och religionen i schemat som ett vanligt ämne, där muslimska barn får möjlighet till undervisning i homogena grupper i eget hemspråk och egen religion i de kommunala skolorna. Imamer och hemspråkslärare borde få status som ordinarie lärare i ämnet hemspråk och religion.
• Alla kommuner borde ordna en kväll i veckan som ska vara en kvinnokväll respektive männens kväll i gym och simhallen.
• Att riksdagen stiftar en lag som ger svenska muslimer rätt att vara lediga under de islamiska högtiderna Eid al fitr och Eid al Adha är krav från alla muslimer. För nuvarande är det omöjligt att ta ledigt från arbeten för att fira högtiden tillsammans med familjen.
• Muslimer kräver att regeringen ska undersöka möjligheten till en särlagstiftning är möjlig och hur detta i fall ska motiveras utifrån existerande lagstiftning i religionsfrihetslagen.
• Muslimer kräver alltså en lagstiftad positiv särbehandling av i detta fall en religiös minoritet för att befrämja dess status och skydda den mot majoritetssamhället.
• Två timmars ledighet för fredagsbön, mellan kl.12- kl.14 under vintertiden och mellan kl.13-kl.15´sommartiden. Fredagsbönen är en obligatorisk bön som måste utföras kollektivt i moskén.
• Att bidraga till att muslimerna och judarna får dispens eller särlagstiftning för att utföra den islamiska och judiska slakten.
• Muslimer kräver att församlingsförbundet i svenska kyrkan i samarbete med landets kommuner ska reservera begravningsplatser i alla kommuner som har muslimska invånare.
• Att starta Imamutbildning vid svenska universiteten och högskolor är ett krav från landets muslimer och från svenska myndigheter.

   

Den som vill läsa hela brevet kan göra det här.

När man har läst detta brev från 2006 så funderar man på varför det inte blev en enorm mediastorm mot detta kravbrev från Mahmoud Aldebe. Det är en ren bekräftelse på orsakerna till varför Jimmie Åkesson skrivit sin debattartikel. Och det är faktiskt väldigt underligt att inte någon från de etablerade partierna reagerade kraftfullt mot Sveriges muslimska förbunds kravbrev.

Hur sjuk i huvudet är denne Mahmoud Aldebe på en skala på 10-20?

Ja, uppenbarligen så räcker inte skalan till för att beskriva det sjukdomsstadium som finns i hans förkrympta “hjärna”.

Läs även Mahmoud Aldebes hatkommentar till en artikel om SD på Newsmill från idag. Kommentaren till artikeln finns också i en artikel på Fria Nyheter idag. Direktlänk till den:

http://frianyheter.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/sd-far-inte-vara-ensam-om-att-diskutera-problem-med-mangkultur/#more-24249

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Turkisk kyckling är väldigt god

Jag köpte några riktigt fina kycklingklubbor. Det är rejäl storlek på dem här, två stycken vägde 960 gram. I och med att kycklingen får växa till sig, så blir det ett mycket saftigt kött.

Jag delade dem vid leden och frös in den mindre klubban till kommande behov. Lårbiten är den del jag tycker bäst om på kycklingen, med ett smakrikt och mört kött.

Kycklinglår kräver ganska lång tillagningstid, för att det inte ska vara rött vid benet. Men om Du testar den här varianten och snittar benen, så går det snabbare. Jag kokar dem ändå ganska länge, det blir så mört av det. Och jag har ju gott om tid.

Kycklinglår i Gräddsås på nytt sätt

2 stora Kycklinglår

Paprikapulver

Oregano

Havssalt och nymald Vitpeppar

2 msk Smör

4 stora Vitlöksklyftor

2 dl Rödvin

1 stor Tomat

1 tsk Worcestersauce

1 krm Kanel

3 dl Grädde

Skär några skåror i köttet ner mot benet, gnid in rejält med kryddor. Snitten gör att mer smak tränger in i köttet och att det går fortare att få genomstekt.

Bryn bitarna rejält, tillsammans med vitlöken i smöret. När det fått färg tillsätter Du tomaten i klyftor. Låt fräsa en stund, häll sen över vin, worcester och kanel. Låt koka 30-45 minuter. Ta upp kycklingen, mosa eller mixa tomat och vitlök i skyn och låt reducera till hälften. Häll i grädden och koka såsen tjock, lägg ner kycklingen att värmas på slutet.

Jag serverade små Broccolibuketter wokade i Smör, med Champignoner och grön Turkisk Paprika till. Lite gröna Vindruvor till dessert. En fin solnedgång över Borgen, blev en bra avslutning på middagen.

We are pentium of Borg. Division is futile. You will be approximated.

Well I know I kept up a sort of running commentary on the Bradford Odeon saga, and I’ve gone silent since the decision to demolish it was passed by the council subcommittee. So I thought I better lay down some thoughts for my hordes of screaming fans/voters (both of you).

To be honest the decision was a sad one but rather expected. I thought the decision to show the T&A selected parts of a report the day before the vote was rather suspect and because of the way it was handled I struggle to believe the report, or rather what has been reported about the report.

I know the Bradford Odeon Rescue Group (BORG) have disputed the figures and on their site they claim valiantly they’ll still fight it all the way.

Personally I feel, as I’ve said before, there was an air of inevitability about the whole thing. The way the project was scaled down a bit, a cursory nod to the local heritage (swirls on the inside of a roof or something), and then re-applying had all the hallmarks of a sop to the public to get it past the committee.

The sad thing is the development itself sounds like it could be very good for Bradford, I just think every effort should be made to see if the Odeon building could be saved, something I’ve not seen any evidence of so far.

Given the absolutely massive amount of distrust the public currently have in the council and these sorts of decisions I think the report should be made public, something I’m not aware of it being.

I do think actually there is a case for looking at this as an example of the necessity of transparency wherever possible.

If it is the sad case that the towers need knocking down, then the public need to have confidence that it’s being done as a last resort.

Arguments about the sorry state of the building now possess no real logic – it’s like saying the garden needs a mow so let’s re-turf it. It’s about the structural strength of the building and an open, transparent cost analysis between keeping the towers and refurbishing the building and knocking it down entirely and starting from scratch.

Now allegedly there is the argument and it says it’s better to knock the Odeon down. But who has seen such a report? Did it take into account the heritage value of retaining the original building?

I’m not sure entirely of what will happen now the committee has said the demolition could go ahead, but the main lesson I’ve taken from this is that transparency is absolutely essential wherever possible.

Maybe there is a reason why it shouldn’t be released, but personally I think there is an overwhelming case to release the report by the architects to the public to let them see the arguments for themselves, and not the heavily censored version given to the press.

I know everyone switches off after Cam has finished punching Gordon until he cries, so here’s a round up of what happened afterwards.

Green Plant : Gordon, I love you! Will You Save The World ?
Gordon: Yeah, baby.

Pie Mistress : I love you, I love what you’re doing with children, will you buy me a rabbit ? Tories hate babies!!!!
Gordon : Thanks for eating all the Pies. Yes, we love children, the Tories hate them, and EAT them!

Michael Moor : You fucking pension thief!
Gordon : Fuck off, they get free TV licences and a bus pass.

Random Single Issue Plant : I Love you! Will you do something for 6 people I know ?
Gordon : Thanks for licking me, of course I will.

Peter Bone : Can we have our EU rebate back please ? Tony only gave it up to buy the presidency
Gordon : No, you can fuck off. Europe is great. And after Tony has been prez, it will be my turn, BWAHAHAHAHHA

Dobbin : Will you start a health Nazi program to tell people what to eat please
Gordon : Fuck, yes, of course I will. I love poking my nose in where it doesn’t belong, I’m a socialist !

Ethrington : Haway the lads! HANG THE BANKERS !
Gordon : Yeah! Bastards!

James Posh : How green are you really ?
Gordon (Thumping claw ) : I AM THE GREEN GOD! FEAR ME AS HEAL MOTHER GAIA!

All : Bercow is a tosser!

So, now you know.

Everybody’s favourite cassus belli de jour the BNP have clearly tired of having their publicity managed for them by the Labour Party and the UAF and have taken it back in house and placed it firmly back in the hands of odious wee turd Nick Griffin.

Determined to do his bit for free speech, Griffin set out to prove that “No Platform” policies have allowed the BNP to hide a right bunch of utter knobs behind the shadowy façade of a terribly threatening fascist movement. One largely manufactured from whole cloth by rabid anti fascist activists and Labour MPs.

Griffin replied thusly to members of the armed forces who take issue at his abuse of their heritage :

“Those Tory generals who today attacked the British National Party should remember that at the Nuremberg Trials, the politicians and generals accused of waging illegal aggressive wars were all charged — and hanged — together.

He added: “Sir Richard and Sir Mike fall squarely into this bracket, and they must not think that they will escape culpability for pursuing the illegal wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.”

Beautiful. Every time the fucker gets near a camera or a microphone he makes an utter bell-end of himself.

Labour PPC Tom Flynn doesn’t think the plebs are fit to engage to the BNP though, he thinks we’re

“naive about the level of political sophistication which the BNP operation has achieved”

Yeah. Right. No Platform, my arse.

U GOT BORGED INTO WINDOWS 7 - RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

After reading FakeSteve and NYTimes. I was in the mood to Gimp something together. Some kind of meme. Picture Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike Creative Commons. Maybe somebody want to changeuber Borg Balmer’s skin collor more borkish.

Gem of an article by Dan Lyons as to what’s been happening at MS and what has gone wrong with the giants from Redmond over the past few years. What’s awesome is the absolute mockery of Steve Ballmer’s photo! What were they thinking?

This article had me in splits! Borg! Haha!