I'm sorry.

Jan. 12th, 2012 07:27 pm
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Mistakes were made, and they were by me.

My misplaced snarky rant has been deleted.

Sorry again.


Jan. 1st, 2012 12:00 am
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May the best of the last be the worst of the next!

Now sing it with me!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne* ?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.


We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.


We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.


And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

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Is it just me, or is the new AJAX commenting system a bit broken?

I've had to click post comment three times, every time...
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If I were to steal a chocolate bar because it was sitting at the counter looking all tasty, it’d be theft. Nobody would say: "But oh, look at the creamy picture on the packaging. It was taunting him. He had no choice. It was instinct. Impulse. Drives and desires beyond his control."

If I walked into some person’s home and said I lived there, I’d be arrested. Nobody would say to the owners that they should invest in curtains so that people couldn’t easily see how nice their house was. Nobody would tell them that they were "asking for it."

And if I beat a guy up because he was a loud mouth I’d be charged. Nobody would say: "oh but look at him, he’s a dick. He’s insulting everyone around him. The dude got what he deserved." More importantly, even if they did say that, it wouldn’t affect my charges.

But if a woman is wearing a short skirt then it will dramatically sway people’s opinions in a rape case. "Was it cut above the knee?" "Was your waist showing?" These are serious questions that will be asked in a court case.

Source (With minor edits for grammar)

There's also the current situation at Penn State where rabid fans have rioted because a coach was fired for protecting a pedophile. Thousands rioted because they were upset at the firing, not the fact that the man protected an abuser of children.

Did any of them think to wonder how the kids who were abused would feel when a sport is regarded as more important than the huge crime committed? Or is it now an allowable crime because the Pope protected child molesters, and if someone can do that, and then be chosen as Pope, then it's all good?

And now, pedophiles have been discovered posting sexualised pictures of young children on Google Plus, and they're "justifying" it as part of a German nudist movement. There is a petition to have these people banned there.

Why do we, as a society, allow these justifications? Why would a person in authority cover up such incidents, rather than report them? Why do we not hesitate before blaming the victim?

Are we so abhorred by the crimes that we simply can't believe that anyone is capable of them?

Is that truly a justification?

Stop justifying these crimes. Stop victimising the victims. Stop protecting those who protect these criminals.

Nobody asks to be raped or abused, and no child willingly consents to being used as material for pedophile fantasies. It's not a defence.

And the next time someone ever dares to say the victim was asking for it, punch them in the face and say they asked for it via the words coming out of their mouth.

This needs to stop.
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

~ by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, on 3 May 1915

They stood on the line facing a fearful power
And lay down their lives for us to survive
We will remember them at the eleventh hour

In day to day life while we lament our strife
Sometimes we forget those who fought
And lay down their lives for us to survive

Time to remember can be so short
We try to do as much as we can
Sometimes we forget those who fought

When we remember, in silence we stand
And give our thanks to their resting souls
We try to do as much as we can

Our time to remember has again drawn close
We stand at attention as they once did
And give our thanks to their resting souls

On this eleventh day of November we will
Remembering all our fallen warriors stand proud
We stand at attention as they once did
We will remember them at the eleventh hour

~ by Ayoub Khote, on 11 November 2005

Lest we forget.
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