You may have noticed, lower down this page, a small banner with the slogan “photography is not a crime”.  This is about a campaign against the use of (so-called) anti-terrorism laws to stop photographers from taking photographs in public places. I put this there after my own (minor) brush with authority on this issue earlier this year, whilst trying to take some photographs of an interesting roof.

Today’s Independent has a really interesting article about this.  It appears police in England and Wales are being told to use common sense in this regard, and not to stop people taking photographs who are completely harmless!

Maybe things are improving – but we’ll see if the ‘police on the street’ pay any attention to this.

Sometimes you need to recursively set a specific UNIX permission for a whole set of files and/or directories. And you want to have a different permission for your files and for your directories.

For example, when installing a CMS like Joomla (or Moodle), you might want to recursively set the UNIX permissions to 700 for all the directories contained in your web root (say, your htdocs). And you want to do the same for all the files, but this time to 600.

This can easily be achieved by entering your htdocs and by using the find command:

find . -type d -exec chmod 700 {} +
find . -type f -exec chmod 600 {} +

The commands should be read as follows:

“Read everything in the current directory, recursively. For every single item that is of type directory (file) change permissions to 700 (600).”

The {} + option (refer to the find man page) runs the specified command on the selected files, but the command line is built by appending each selected file name at the end.

More information about UNIX permissions here.

What does it mean to have permission? (The question is, who do I allow to grant me permission?)

What is the difference between permission and consent? What is held in the worlds of these words? I see it as permission is dependent on a dependent relationship. If someone is granting me permission, they hold some kind of power over my actions.

Consent implies a power relationship as well, but of a different kind…

According to the dictionary, permission is formal consent.

Still, the question I’m grappling with is “who grants me permission?” Nevertheless, this comes after a violation in the poem.

rather than as opposed to or

My breath is held so I don’t do something without permission from a sort of corporation– constructed body– without the permission of a previously held agreement, or a third person who does not appear in the poem.

***

inconvenient time to feel creative. Have to make packets for LUMINA, comment on my classmates poems…

thinking about ownership & use of the article. When we grant the person who is spoken of agency or when we make her the passive recipient of circumstances. Or when we can build a tension between the two…

or, yes, she wants, she wants many things but not violation…

***

I just want to write but I have to be responsible now & hopefully class will be open to me altering or to rather than before we discuss the poem…

We recognized each other immediately, even though we had only shared a few pictures online.  I smiled widely and waved.  We hugged and it felt wonderful…he was a bear.  But he didn’t stay cuddly for long.  He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled hard.  He knew that was just what he had to do to own me from that moment on.  We kissed and it felt so right.  But although originally I had intended to join him for a beer and talk, I soon had another idea entirely.  We walked, holding hands from time to time.  All the while my insides were churning with excitement and a little bit of fear.  Knowing all Chuck really wanted to do was cut my clothes off and rape me made my pussy tingle in spite of itself.
Finally I steered him away from the crowds and down a dark alley I knew of.  It was nice and quiet just as I’d hoped.  He knew just what was on my mind, he pushed me against the wall and grabbed my neck while kissing me.  “You know I could do anything I want to you right now,” he growled.
“Yes,” I sighed, already my pussy dripped with arousal.  He kissed me hard.  Despite the fact that we were both living out a fantasy, we felt a little bit nervous and exposed.  Every noise made us worry about being seen or getting caught.  So we walked deeper into the alley and stumbled across a little fenced in atrium.  Chuck wanted to go in but I was still nervous.  “Let’s go in there,” he said.
“I don’t know, the fence kinda makes it look like this would be trespassing,” I hesitated.  Partly because I was afraid of trespassing and partly because I knew he could probably get away with raping me in there.
Eventually he lured me inside and things got really heated.  My memory fails me of every detail, when I get into subspace my mind kind of shuts down and gives way to my body.  We kissed more…he stopped at one point and said, “We haven’t really negotiated this scene so I just want to say that you can safeword at any time…what words do you like to use?”
“The colors are fine,” I managed to pant out.  I was trembling and breathless as he told me what a slut I was and asked me how much I liked to fool around where any body could see us.  He bit me and slapped me, all of which made me crazy.
He pointed to the ground and said, “You’d like it if I tore your clothes off right now and took you right here, wouldn’t you?”
“I can’t…” I stuttered.  He knew I wasn’t on birth control.
“I didn’t say can you, I said you want to don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gulped.
“You’re so wet right now aren’t you?”
“Yes I am.”
He jammed his hand down my skirt and found it to be so true.  He held me up from behind because my legs could barely hold me.  My eyes searched around for a minute to see if someone might be looking before I was to aroused to care.  I clutched him as my clit exploded.  As he continued to work me, I squirted hard.
“Look at you, you’re coming right here in the street where anyone could see you,” Chuck said.  “How many times did you come?”
“Twice,” I said.
“Well those were the only freebies you’re going to get, from now on you have to ask permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand, Sir,” I whispered.
“Not sure if I can get my magic fingers at just the right angle here.”  He managed to work a couple fingers inside me and to my surprise as well, found the g-spot.
Suddenly I became terrified, I can’t control my g-spot orgasms, especially when I am as aroused as I was in that moment.  “No, please,” I begged, “I can’t control them.”  I started struggling, he had told me that he wanted me to fight…I know he must have liked it, knowing I was terrified that he would make me orgasm uncontrollably.  Or maybe he was just looking forward to the punishment.
He was spitting out a tirade of words, telling me what a slut I was and I was loving it.  Then he said, “That’s all you’re good for, a wet whole to be used.”
I pushed my head into his shoulder and whimpered, “No, please don’t say that.”  I really meant it but I was curious what his reaction would be since I hadn’t used the safeword.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I went to far.”  Since it was our first time playing together I enjoyed seeing his tender side leak through his violent side.  But I made a mental note that if we were going to do the rape scene under NO circumstances should he break “character” unless I safe worded.  At this point I was sure it would be safe to act that out…and I couldn’t wait.
He grabbed me and slammed me back against the fence.  It made a very dramatic noise when my head hit it but it didn’t hurt at all, “I’m so sorry, are you ok?”
I laughed, thinking for a brief moment he felt the fear that he had just accidentally bashed my head in.  I assured him I was ok and we moved on, giggling a bit.
“I was wondering,” I said, “How bad my punishment would be if I grabbed your crotch right now.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
What I really longed to do was drop to my knees and take it in my mouth right that minute but I knew he would not allow that.  So I worked it through his pants until he let me unfasten his belt and touch it with my fingers.  He had worked me into a frenzy on line by telling me that his cock was uncut.  I had only been with one uncircumcised man before and I found it wonderful.  It broke my heart that most American boys were deprived a part of their sexual organs.  He only let me handle it for a few minutes.
The hour was getting late and I knew I had to be getting back.  I said something about it but Chuck had other ideas.  His hand were pinching my nipples and his hand was twisted in my hair, pulling it hard again.  There was no way I was going anywhere.  Next thing I knew, in a flash he had exposed my breasts and I screamed, automatically going to cover them, “Oh no, it’s cold.”  When we first started talking about how he’d like to “force” me to do things and wanted me to struggle, I did not even know if I could do it.  When I get turned on I just want to please and comply.  But clearly knew how to bring it out in me.  I wanted what he was doing but I accessed that part of me that allowed me to struggle.
I wish I could remember more details…every moment was so delicious.  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he chuckled.
“Neither have I,” I said.
“I thought you said you used to have sex in public all the time,” he said.
“Oh, right…well I haven’t done anything like this since I was a minor,” I corrected.  Those memories of hot teen sex anywhere we could get it were so long gone that it seemed like another person, another lifetime.   And it certainly didn’t have anything to do with BDSM.
We walked back to the car, talking and flirting.  He talked some more about how even though he liked submissive women, the last thing he wanted was for me to lie there and take it.  He wanted to see my spirit, my spunk.
I had wondered before if Jason would want me to struggle.  I think part of him knew if I got too excited, struggled too much I could most likely hurt him…he is strong but I outweigh him.  Chuck, on the other hand, was big enough and strong enough to take me down if I struggled hard.  I still felt comfortable if things got out of hand that I knew enough tricks stop him.  But now I knew that would not be necessary.  He had showed me his D as well as his heart.
When we got to the car, I remember him grabbing my neck, choking me right there on the sidewalk where several people gave us funny looks.  I have expected the police to arrive…I hoped the people who saw us could tell that I was loving every minute of it.  Then he started spanking me.  It stung so well, I knew when he got me alone my ass was going to get it.  I tried to get away from him, working some more on that spirit he wanted to see.
I tried to hug him good bye but he grabbed me and started to pull me away from the car.  “Remember you can safeword at any time,” he said, “Or you can just say, I really have to go.”
“I really have to go,” I said firmly but sadly.  I didn’t want to destroy the chance that I could see him again by getting carried away at our first meeting.

And sweet dreams they were!  So sweet in fact that i woke early and extremely horny.  i lay on my back in bed and felt an intense longing both physical and emotional.  It was like withdrawal symptoms i guess.  my body was crying out to be used, my nipples were hard and proudly jutting through my pink satin PJ’s and i could not resist playing with them even though i know that Mistress Ana would not approve and that i shall be punished for having done so.  Of course, this made my physical arousal all the more intense but try as i might, playing with my nipples myself does not bring me to an orgasm.  It is not the same as when Mistress Ana does it obviously and the more i think of Her the more i miss Her and the more my nipples and indeed my whole body aches.  And so, i did not linger long.  Knowing that touching my nipples would only add to my fruitless arousal, i climbed out of bed and took myself off to the bathroom, but not for a cold shower!

No, this morning was hair removal morning.  i went over my whole body with the No-No, or at least those parts that i can reach.  i did my face again for i am determined now to try and gradually kill off my facial hair.  i am under no illusion that this will take a long time but all the better then to start now.  After the No-No, i shaved my face and then decided to run the razor over the rest of my body too for the No-No does not get all of the hairs.  The result was a very smoothly shaven roxie indeed!  Next, i showered and exfoliated vigorously.  Oh what heaven it was in the hot stinging shower with my freshly shaved body all pink and tingling by the time i had finished.  After toweling myself dry, i began applying body lotion all over.  The door to my room was closed but it did not stop my business partner from just walking in unannounced.  i don’t know who was the more surprised or embarrassed, him from seeing me naked or me from not being sure whether or not he saw the CB-2000 before i grabbed a towel or whether he noticed i was hairless or perhaps even noticed the bra and panties that were still draped over the chair from yesterday!  i pulled a towel quickly around my waist as my partner announced he would be gone for the day.  i was delighted to hear this and tried my level best to show no embarrassment or discomfort as i wished him a great day with his lady friend.

After he left, i finished applying moisturiser to my face and hands and then dressed entirely “en femme.”  i applied make up, put on my wig and dressed in the same purple bra as yesterday and clean purple lace panties.  i chose a summery dress to wear and then put on a little jewelery, a lovely lapis lazuli and silver necklace and my ladies watch which i discovered in my jewelery bag after all.  i chose a pair of 4″ stiletto heels in a maroon colour that matched the dress and for which i had a matching handbag and then, putting money in the handbag, decided to go out shopping.  First i went to the supermarket to get a few items i needed for lunch today and tomorrow.  Just fresh vegetables really but it felt terrific to be outside in the fresh air, my newly depilated legs cooled by the breeze.  i attracted no attention as i shopped, at least none that i noticed, and the girl at the checkout certainly gave me no second glance.

i walked by to the office/apartment and left the groceries and then went out again.  This time i caught a cab which took me down to Miraflores.  i wanted to just wander around the shops, not looking for anything in particular other than a bargain perhaps.  And i found two!  First, i found a pair of gorgeous sandals in  beautiful dark pink or cerise colour.  It is rare to find shoes my size here in Peru because most Peruvians are small.  But, there they were!  My size, the last pair and on sale for just 50 Peruvian Soles (about $18).  i simply couldn’t resist.  i know i am supposed to seek Mistresss Ana’s permission before i buy such things but they might have gone by the time i returned with permission and so i tried them, found they fit and bought them.  You can see them below as well as how well the match the dress i wore today.

But then there was a second bargain!  i wandered into the lingerie department of Falabella (a big department store) and found that they had two-piece satin baby-doll pyjama sets selling for just 30 soles ($10) so i bought two sets, one in red with black dots and the other a sort of snake-skin pattern with white lace trim as you can see.

Satisfied at this, i returned to the office/apartment, eager to try on the pyjamas and shoes.  All fit beautifully and i am so in love with the shoes, i still have them on now as i write, close to the end of the day.  Yes, it is late now, and my business partner has not yet returned but will do soon so i had best either look as if i am already in bed and asleep or change back into male mode.  i think i will go for the former and wear one of my new pyjama sets.  Oh what a wonderful all feminine day i have had.

Oh, one last thing, this evening Lady Dynah was online and we chatted for about an hour.  It was good to have a long chat with Her again, especially on video cam.  She has cut Her hair shorter which suits Her and makes Her look younger in my opinion.  We chatted about my business plans and opportunities perhaps for some of Her friends to invest and then moved on to some of the doubts that She has about the D/s lifestyle and reconciling it with Her strong Christian beliefs.  This is not a new discussion between us and i maintain that as long as both Domme and sub are consenting then each is doing the other a service and so it cannot be a sin.  But is it fornication?  While fornication is considered a sin, then any sexual activity, even within marriage, that is not aimed at procreation would also be a sin and we accept contraception so why should a strong D/s relationship be any different?  Both the Domme and the sub have a need and each satisfies that need in the other so it is a sort of symbiosis, a mutual benefit that does no one any harm and does the individuals a lot of good in satisfying innate physical and emotional needs.  As ever, we parted with Lady Dynah in agreement but then it is Sunday tomorrow and that might just see those doubts return.

No contact today with Goddess Joyce.  i had expected to get a phone call with instructions to go to the farmers market for Her but nothing.  i tried phoning Her but got no response so maybe baby Vincent is arriving or has arrived.  i will call again tomorrow.

I heard something
You then have a moment just to stretch the sound and fit a fixed point
When I did this I suddenly realised that the lights had stopped
In fact
He had stopped
And even though I held onto the thin metal rods
And screamed
It could not, would not, bring him back.
If I could go back I would change history, break the infinite paths and talk him out of it
Such an honour has left this earth
And when colour is dominant and risk, like fragile veins fades, my eyes remain
For
Ever fixed on a hybrid view
A smile and a gash in the head
Glued in my retina memories
Like the holding of a new hand and a person turning into the invisible corner
I feel like I am stepping into a private scene
Uninvited and yet the obvious guest
At best
I also jump and together we lie burdened by little except the weight of the sky.

Section snip of my change assignment/reflection [illustrating the idea of humanness, mistakes, and how that's all okay - yet still an automatic struggle]:

“Additionally, each day is valuable and crucial. There were days when I felt on top of the world because my progress was good, I was on track, and I was moving forward. However, there is always an opposite side, when one is not moving forward, forgets, and takes a detour from the positive path of change. Any slight deviation was hard to digest. I would feel like a failure and could see why a person dealing with a much more life-changing goal, would possibly want to give up, use, or worse. My resulting emotions would have to be exponentially exaggerated to even compare to those of clients with stronger struggles and additions. I found the knowledge of understanding lapse versus relapse helpful. I didn’t catastrophize the times when a small detour occurred, I allowed myself room to be human – that is, to make mistakes. Permission to error was difficult, I tend to be a perfectionist. The choice to allow myself mistakes was conscious and purposeful. With that said, I responsibly understood the definition of relapse, and still held myself accountable for the mistakes and directed myself back to positive change upon awareness. My thought process was realistic and proportionate to the minor mistake. Catastrophizing, understanding relapse and lapse, being aware, and responsibility are valuable lessons I hope to carry with me in my career as a counselor. “

Location based services were always about the wet dreams of advertisers where you come in contact with relevant advertisements right on the spot. We see however a different development on the same principle emerge, much more likely to occur. A come2me economy you could call it. Based on a really consumer centric approach.

Maybe it is not the best term. It has to do with permission based thinking, with VRM instead of CRM (Vendor Relation Management), that all start with the idea that the future success for a company will not be in the one that convince the most consumers to come to them and buy their products. Instead the brand has to find the customer and service them with real value.

This you have to combine with the new promises of a smart context where we can use our augmented devices to find real value deals in our direct and dynamic environment. I belief this will go further. The service has to adapt to your wishes connected to your context, for instance your location. Impulses based services as I called them in my talk for Reboot11 earlier this year.

Since this talk augmented services have become more serious than ever. And hot, as all the attention for Layar proves. And there is a location based service that is really successful: Foursquare. Brightkite try to connect to this vibe with the new 2.0 version. Chris Messina wrote a good analysis of this new phenomena.

We are just at the beginning of the new future. Smartness of our products is combined with the richness of the cloud and we move to new permission based services that offer you the stuff you need. Augmented services will force brands to think of the added value they offer in our personal contexts; how they will contribute to our experience. In that sense location based services will not look like Minorty Report where all the commercial context is personalized, brands will be open to adapt to our context and offer suggestions to use them. That is the only way to survive the attention economy.

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If Mike Danton is to ever resume his NHL career, it will require the permission of the league’s commissioner.

Deputy commissioner Bill Daly told Sportsnet that the former St. Louis Blue, recently released on parole after serving 5 1/2 years for conspiracy to commit murder, must have a hearing with the commissioner “before he would be cleared to play.” Daly added there is the possibility Danton “would be subjected to an additional League-imposed suspension.”

Danton was never officially suspended by the NHL after he pleaded guilty to the crime in a St. Louis court in 2004. He was paroled in September and told Hockeycentral’s Nick Kypreos in an exclusive interview that it is his goal to once again play in the NHL.

Perhaps more critically, any return to the NHL would also require permission from the United States government in order for him to cross the Canada-U.S. border and to work in the U.S.

Danton insists father was murder targetBlues don’t interest Real ace

Hello again…  today we first talked about Armistice Day (11/11) which was today and also turns out to be Polish Independence Day - a national holiday. That was very interesting. It’s also interesting to see how different countries national days or independence days can be very different – some sobre like in Poland or some happy like in America.

Study today focused on the word ‘can’ – we looked at two meanings – permission and ability. We compared what we can or can’t do in different countries (in terms of rules and cultures) and then we talked about what we can and can’t do as people (in terms of abilities). Our class is very talented! Some members can knit, change a tyre or ski – but not all at the same time! 

Do you REALLY want MORE? Do you really NEED more?

To you, what exactly is the difference?

I would like to invite you to watch one of movie of Everest collection…

Puja Ceremony at Mount Everest Base Camp.

A Puja Ceremony is always held at Mount Everest Base Camp. Until this ceremony is held, no climber or Sherpa is allowed on the mountain, for fear of angering the gods.

A lama, a Buddhist holy man, usually oversees the ceremony. During the Puja, the climbers and Sherpa’s pray to the gods for their permission to climb Mount Everest and for a blessing for a safe and successful expedition.

A small temple, known as a chorten, constructed from rocks, is where the whole expedition team crowd around for the ceremony.

During the Puja, climbers and Sherpas place their ice axes, crampons, and other items against the chorten to be blessed.

A flag pole is also raised upon the chorten and prayer flags strung across the camp. The prayer flags are said to purify the air and pacify the gods, as they flutter in the wind and, in so doing, release the prayers written upon them to the heavens.

After all the prayers and blessing are said both Sherpa’s and climbers throw rice into the air and smear it upon the faces of others around them.

This is then usually followed by drinking plenty of chang (beer)!

* Source :  – http://www.everest1953.blogspot.com/

** zapraszam na relacje z wypraw polskich himalaistów.

zapraszam do subskrypcji mego bloga

Today I pulled out and separated items that I intend to put in the store for the opening and it looks like I do not have quite as many as I was hoping to have. We will see.

Finished another shrug for the most part. The going price for shrugs will be about 275$

I am also considering placing my Foundling Nemo hat in the shop. It is a heavily modified version of a Knitty pattern called “Dead or Alive?” To best insure I did not end up with an angry designer or fan of that designer I have contacted her for permission for the one-time sale for this heavily modified version of her pattern. So if it is in the store and you want it – act fast because I do not intend to have another one up for sale.

ISLAMABAD, Pakistan—Pakistani authorities have enough evidence that implicates US diplomats and trainers in spying on Kahuta, one of the prime nuclear facilities in the country.

What is stunning for most Pakistanis is that elements in the elected government, and especially the Interior Ministry, appear to be facilitating the Americans despite protests from police and intelligence officials.

The issue brings into question, once again, the role of Federal Interior Minister Rehman Malik. A trail of internal ministry documents sharply bring Mr. Malik’s role into focus, especially in a case where his ministry appears to have permitted US defense contractors to conduct suspicious activities on Pakistani soil without informing Pakistani intelligence agencies. Those activities have included allowing at least one US defense contractor to conduct a large scale recruitment of retired Pakistani military officers.

In 2003, the government of former president Pervez Musharraf allowed the Americans to establish a police training facility within the police college at Sihala, a few kilometers away from the Khan Research Laboratories, one of Pakistan’s premier nuclear research centers.

In a report titled, US Spying On Kahuta Since 2003, Pakistan’s The Nation newspaper revealed the following on Oct. 23:

Despite the fact that Americans have been permanently housed near Pakistani nuclear installations at Kahuta since 2003 in the guise of imparting training at the Police College Sihala, neither the military nor the PPP regime has dared to dislodge them. According to reliable sources, the PPP government paid no attention at all to the hue and cry raised by senior police officials against the dubious movements and installation of the American trainers. It has been learnt that some senior police officials have been continuously raising questions about the quality of training courses being offered by the Americans to the senior police recruits. These officials say that Pakistani police trainers could impart much better training than that the Americans. But the government turned a deaf ear to all these concerns of senior police officials and made no efforts to close the American training base allegedly involved in monitoring Pakistani nuclear activities.

Several senior police officials are asking, on condition of anonymity, that even if this training by the Americans was necessary, why had this very sensitive area been chosen and why this training has continued, risking the secrecy and sensitivity of nuclear installations of Pakistan. They were of the view that the Americans had no interest in the area except the intention to monitor the activities at the Khan Research Lab in Kahuta.

The Commandant Police Training College Sihala, Mr. Nasir Khan Durrani, wrote a letter on Aug. 15 to senior Pakistani police officers drawing their attention to the suspicious activities of American ‘trainers’ at Sihala. Mr. Durrani is widely respected within the officer corps of Pakistan’s police service. Some of his ideas, like Rescue 15, were implemented nationwide.

Durrani’s letter was not without basis. In his report, titled, Agency wants survey of site to assess equipment, Mr. Ansar Abbasi, editor investigations at The News International, revealed that there was some evidence that radiation measurement equipment has been installed by the Americans at the training facility. He reported that US diplomats have been caught making frequent visits to the facility, attempting at one point to get into the high security perimeter around Kahuta. Amazingly, someone from FIA, the interior minister’s former employer and a lead civilian spy agency, helped release the arrested American diplomats.

An excerpt from Mr. Abbasi’s report:

Pakistani authorities suspect that Americans involved in training of the Punjab Police at the Sihala Police College may have been involved in espionage near the Kahuta nuclear site located close by. However, US diplomats strongly deny this.

A credible government source said at least one Pakistani security agency has clearly indicated in its report submitted to the government that the Americans might have installed radiation detection devices at their Anti-Terrorism Assistance Programme (ATAP) camp situated in the college to monitor activities in the Kahuta nuclear site.

“Concerned authorities may be asked for a joint survey of the ATAP Camp by incorporating technical experts to assess if any interception equipment to detect radioactive rays has been installed or not,” the report said.

The report also revealed that following US pressure, the Ministry of Interior vide its letter number 1/41/2003-Police dated June 29 also granted a no objection certificate (NoC) for import of explosive material by the office of the ATAP.

Like the case of Inter-Risk, now banned, the Interior Ministry issued the NoC for the import of explosives without getting any security clearance from the intelligence agencies.

Interestingly, initially the Interior Ministry decided to issue the NoC but it was subject to clearance by two intelligence agencies — the ISI and the IB — which sought clarification about the quantity and type of explosive and detail of courses.

Consequently, the Sihala College administration was approached, which sought details from the ATAP camp. But instead of providing the details, Robert A Clark and Bob of the ATAP Camp contacted the US embassy, which used its influence and managed to get the NoC bypassing the rules.

The ATAP base camp is located just nine kilometres away from the Khan Research Laboratories (KRL) and housed within the premises of the Sihala college but even the commandant of the college is not allowed to go there. Of late, the US embassy wanted additional space apparently for training purposes but the Punjab government refused to oblige the Americans.

Top authorities in the Punjab government also confirmed to The News that US Ambassador Anne Patterson not only personally met Chief Minister Punjab Shahbaz Sharif but also wrote to him requesting for additional space at the Sihala college.

They offered additional training to the Punjab Police in the field of firearms and raids. “But we politely refused to offer any additional space,” the source confided to The News, admitting that serious questions are being raised about the presence and conduct of US trainers already present at the Sihala college. A senior spokesman for the Punjab, when approached, confirmed this.

Interestingly, in the last several months no training course for the police officials has been conducted by the ATAP at the college, but American’s presence is well pronounced. Commander of the police academy Nasir Khan Durrani also formally wrote to the top authorities in the Punjab to express his concerns over the activities of the ATAP officials.

Sources also said that US embassy officials were also found visiting the camp quite regularly. They revealed that two Americans working at the Sihala ATAP Camp along with four other Americans of the US embassy were intercepted near Kahuta in July 2009 by security officials of the KRL.

They were detained for 2-3 hours as they could not satisfy the KRL security personnel regarding their visit to the sensitive region.

However, a retired assistant director of the FIA, working with Americans at the ATAP Camp, was sent to take them back who, introducing himself as an FIA officer, freed the Americans and took them back to the camp. The sources disclosed that those Americans along with Pakistani staff riding on 4×4 vehicle, tried to trespass into the restricted area of Kahuta.

The Interior Ministry spokesman was not available to offer any comment on suspected spying of the country’s nuclear programme by Americans or to explain why the Interior Ministry issued an NoC to the Americans for the import of explosive material without getting clearance from security agencies.

The Interior Ministry spokesman, Rashid Mazari, never returns any call from The News. He was contacted by different staffers of The News Investigative Wing during recent weeks but he never responded.

The suspicions of Mr. Durrani, Commandant Police Training College Sihala, turn out to be legitimate. Mr. Durrani might have expected to be rewarded for keeping a vigil on the country’s vital interests. To his surprise, instead of a citation, Mr. Durrani was reprimanded by the Federal Interior Ministry.

On Oct. 22, The Nation published a report whose title, Rehman Malik Defends US interests, warns Durrani, said it all.

Excerpt:

The Interior Ministry is browbeating the Commandant Police Training College Sihala as to why he has written a letter to the Punjab, Inspector General of Police (IGP), expressing his concerns over the presence of US security officials in the premises of the institute, the sources told TheNation.

Sources privy to the developments said that the Ministry was annoyed with Nasir Khan Durrani, Commandant Police Training College Sihala as to why he had written a letter to IGP seeking clarification from the Interior Ministry and Foreign Office about the terms and conditions of US security officials’ presence as well as the duration of their stay in the college premises.

The sources said that the Ministry had expressed its displeasure over the action of Commandant and in its reply to the IGP it was stated that the matter could have been discussed verbally and there was no need to write about it.

According to Ministry sources, the Interior Minister, Rehman Malik in his harsh reply to the IGP made it clear that US security officials would not be relocated from the centre and directed him to hush up the matter and stop propagating against it, otherwise Durrani would have to face the music.

The Ministry was also critical of leakage of such sensitive and confidential information to media and directed the IGP to keep secrecy of such sensitive matters in the larger interest of the state, the sources further disclosed.

Nasir Khan Durrani had written a letter to IGP on 15th of August that on the concurrence of Interior Ministry, US security officials were using the site which was part of the college and now it had become a “no go” area for the college administration.

In the letter, it was also said that high explosive material was stored within the premises of the site under the possession of US personnel, which was a security risk for the trainees of the college.

It is pertinent to mention here that Kahuta Research Laboratories (KRL) are only a few kilometres away from the Sihala College and it is suspected that Americans had installed sensitive monitoring equipments to monitor the activities of KRL.

The spokesman and Public Relations Officer (PRO) of the Ministry were contacted for comments; the spokesman was not available for comments while PRO replied that he was admitted in the hospital and thus unable to comment on the issue.

The US Embassy in Islamabad, under a new policy of aggressively countering what it alleges to be ‘anti-Americanism’, responded to these accusations but conveniently kept silent on the alarming incident of the arrest of US diplomats in July as they tried to survey the area around Kahuta.

Evidence is piling up that the present ‘elected’ government in Islamabad is racing against time to plant enough Americans inside Pakistan to counter the Pakistani military and the country’s strong intelligence setup. [See the video US Terror In Pakistan]

On Oct. 20, The Nation ran a story titled, Blackwater arms warehouse in Capital? . The report began as follows:

Kestral Logistics, a warehouse located in the industrial area of Sector I-9/3, and involved in arms trading, is working as the subcontractor of US security company, Xe Worldwide (Blackwater), TheNation has learnt. The sources claimed that the company had arms deals with Blackwater and was importing heavy arms as well as ammunition for the US company for its ongoing illicit operations in Pakistan. The sources said that Kestral Logistics was also involved in importing sensitive monitoring instruments for Blackwater, which had been installed at Sihala by the said security company to monitor activities of Khan Research Laboratories (KRL), Kahuta, as well as to keep an eye on the nuclear assets of Pakistan.

Kestral is run by a former Pakistani military officer. Another officer was arrested last month and his license cancelled after his security firm imported illegal weapons into the country with the help of the US Embassy in Islamabad.

The US public opinion is told that anti-Americanism is on the rise in Pakistan but US government officials and the US media keeps mum on these suspicious activities inside Pakistan that are feeding the sudden rise in opposition to American presence.

No one is demanding severing ties with Washington. We need them and they need us. The question is: Why can’t Pakistan conduct its business with the United States on the basis of respect, non-interference, and mutual benefit. That is much better than the client-state model that former president Musharraf and the current pro-American Pakistani democrats are pursuing.

Coutesy : Ahmed Qureshi / The Nation News paper

We hadn’t done anything sexually together for a week or so, I realize I hadn’t counted the days, due to different reasons, one being never having time when home or one of us being amazingly tired. But we decided to get back into the kick of things and stop the uncounted days.

The first night we were in the music room and I asked if He wanted to “do anything” that evening. He gave me a sly look and said he needed some “inspiration.” I got on my knees and unzipped his pants. His cock got really hard as I worked Him in my mouth with my tongue. He started to stand and take off his pants, so I took off my pants too. He got behind me, myself kneeling on our bench. When He inserted his cock into me it was like “Oh!”, my vagina seemed surprised at the feeling after the week of nothing. As we got into it I asked Him “May I Sir?”–may I cum? And even though I hadn’t as long as He hadn’t, He said “no.” I tried to follow His word, but I very much could feel His presence, as He again had me hold like a statue and absorb His movements inside without being able to ride along with Him in and out. He decide suddenly that we were going to move, so we got up, His cock still inside and we walked, me on my tip-toes, to the bedroom. When we laid down on the bed and got back into the movement, He changed his mind and said, “now you can.” I felt I had to clarify–”I can cum then?” “Yes.” I had to smile, usually we just ride out the decision that was made but he switched and I will say that I was pleased.

The next day on our kick of the week off, we were taking laundry downstairs to put in the washing machine and He just stands next to me, kind of a presenting manner–his hands were on his hips, his legs spread out a little bit and he was leaning back in such a way his crotch came out a little bit from his posture. I apparently didn’t get the clue and He sat down on the washing machine as I was putting the detergent in (we have a front-loader so He wasn’t really in the way) and I will say that I was apparently focused on the laundry for when I stepped around to face Him, He had his cock sticking out of his pants just sitting there. “Oh!” “You didn’t realize that I did this while you were over there?” “No…” But I know figured the scenario out. I knelt and put his cock in my mouth. It was kind of amusing, though we had to keep one ear out for neighbors–we have a shared basement. “When I cum, don’t swallow until I tell you to.” He said that just before I felt his bitter warm surge into my mouth. I left it on my tongue, stood up and gave Him a questioning look–now what? “You can’t swallow until we are upstairs.” So I start the two flight trek upstairs, all the while the cum cooling to a more congealed state–He knows how I am not fond of congealed cum, the texture is just weird to me so far. As soon as we get back into our apartment I open my mouth to show Him I was following directions and He said ok. The cum was weird to swallow, normally it was warm and liquidy, straight out of his penis, but now it had cooled with the air in my mouth and congealed to a mucusy feeling, like reswallowing phlegm. He laughed at the wrinkled look I gave as I swallowed.