Taken by Bren Ryan This photograph was taken by St Margaret’s Church in High Halstow, near Rochester, Kent and comprised of 6 photos at different exposures. I then merged them in Photomatix and added a autumn tone to the picture, by using a preset in Photomatix and once the photograph was re-imported back to Lightroom I then adjusted the tones and added split toning to achieve the above effect.
Harrowing story.. thanks for posting this
Oradour, a silent witness of Nazi atrocities.
The 2nd SS Pantser Division an elite division of the Nazi Waffen SS was stationed in Southern French waiting to be resupplied with new equipment and fresh troops. Their mission was to stop the Allied advance in the north. One of its units was the 4th SS Pantser Grenadier Regiment Commanded by Sylvester Stadler. While SS Storm ban fuhrer Adolf Diekmann commanded the 1st Battalion . Otto Weidinger was with the regiment for familiarisation.
Early on the morning of 10 June 1944, Diekmann informed Weidinger that he had been approached by two members of the Militia,a paramilitary force of the Visie Regime.
The Militia claimed “ a Waffen SS officer Helmut Kampfe is held hostage by the Resistance in Oradour a nearby village, captured yesterday by the Resistance group Maquis du…
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‘F**k the Geneva Convention’ when fighting the likes of ISIS. This country as seen many a war, we lived through two world wars, a Falklands war and an IRA terrorist campaign.. but never in my life have I heard such atrocities committed by a group since the holocaust of the second world war.
The Geneva Convention:
The Geneva Convention for the Amelioration of the Condition of Wounded, Sick and Shipwrecked Members of Armed Forces at Sea was adopted in 1906. It was significantly revised and replaced by the Second Geneva Convention of 1949. The Geneva Convention relative to the Treatment of Prisoners of War was adopted in 1929.
ISIS don’t take prisoners, they don’t treat them under the rules of the Geneva Convention and we hear new atrocities on a daily basis.
One story that today made me feel like saying ‘F**k the Geneva Convention’ was a story I read in the Mirror from earlier this month.
Sick ISIS militants fed a desperate mum the mutilated remains of her son – after telling her it was cooked meat and rice, it was claimed today.
The son had been captured and taken prisoner by Islamic State militants in Mosul, Iraq.
The worried mum then bravely visited the terror group’s headquarters in a bid to speak to her loved one.
ISIS fighters told the mum she should eat before seeing her son because she had travelled a long way.
However, after giving the mother cooked meat, rice and soup, she was horrified to be told she had just eaten her son.
Homosexuality can result in you being thrown from a building and then your corpse is stoned.
Barbaric monsters is all that I can call these ISIS fighters. Why should any soldier who is on the frontline fighting these monsters have a fear of being court martialled if they dare even look at a prisoner in the wrong way. These bastards don’t fight by the Geneva Convention, so, should we?
They have no intention of fighting fair, soldiers are beheaded
The six-minute clip shows the bearded ISIS member beheading three Peshmerga soldiers in an Iraqi street.
In the barbaric act , he slit the throats of the men knelt before him before cutting off their heads.
Their heads are then placed on top of their bodies in the middle of the road in Nineveh Province, Iraq.
The sickening video was apparently made to warn Kurdish forces, as it threatens ‘you will not be able to hold off the Islamic State’.
At one point in the clip, bystanders watch and cars drive by as the horrific act is carried out.
I don’t know the outcome of if, how and when ISIS will be defeated but one thing I do know is this… I am sick to death of hearing our politicians telling us to ‘carry on as normal’. It is not them that are grieving today because some lunatics run amok in Paris and killed innocent people, or families just coming to terms with the loss of loved ones and those injured in the Brussels attacks. Or those people who daily live in fear because they are under the rule of ISIS.
But by tearing up the rule book of the Geneva Convention whilst fighting the likes of ISIS, does it make us as barbaric as them? Or are we just too scared to say ‘If you abide by the Geneva Convention so will we, but the moment you breach it ..the gloves are off’?
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.
The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”
The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”
The older lady said that she was right — our generation didn’t have the “green thing” in its day. The older lady went on to explain:
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.
We walked up stairs because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.
Back then we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the “green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person.
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off… Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can’t make change without the cash register telling them how much.
The above has been circulating across the internet for months if not years… however I can remember those days as a child… we walked to school.. come rain or shine and each child in the playground had rosy red cheeks and you could see their hot breath a mile away because we walked to school in sub zero temperatures. We never got a day off because the school heating didn’t work.. we did our lessons with our hats and coats on as well as trying to grip a slippery pencil in our woollen gloves.
I came from a two up and two down house, bath night was Sunday when the copper went on and the tin bath was dragged in front of the open fire… the cleanest one got in first and the dirtiest one last. Strip washes all week… sitting on a draining board in a house that had no central heating and being scrubbed by our mothers.
Playtime was outside… in by the time it gets dark and the neighbours used to keep their eye on the kids in the street. You were told not to go near so and so and so you stayed away from what our parents called ‘dirty old men’.
And if anyone got chicken pox or measles that was it… you were sent to play with them .. best get it over and done with… however I never had the luck of others to get two weeks of sick from school… I caught the measles during the school holidays.😀😀
Germs were nothing to be afraid of and we weren’t dragged along to the doctors at the first sniffle.
And do you know what? We survived. And we definitely didn’t have this ‘green thing’ maybe because we used shank’s pony and we were a whole lot happier back then.
Yes that is the time I have left… before you panic or celebrate (depending on whether you like me or not) no I am NOT dying and neither am I pregnant. So now we’ve got that out of the way… I will calmly sit here, post on my blog and count down those days.
Yes the days before I am in the position to remind him indoors … the fecking towel rail in the bathroom upstairs is hanging off of the wall.
With four days Easter break… I did ask if he could fix it… all it needs is a new rawplug and maybe a bit of filler… nothing major… there is no construction work to be carried out… he doesn’t have to even decorate the bathroom…. just MEND the towel rail.
Ladies if we ask too many times we are accused of nagging… so I have decided that I will wait until the 6 months period and totally ignore this comment.
Obviously quoted by a man ….
I’ve seen kids in the park throwing a hissy fit because it’s time to go home… but a dog… This is funny😀😀😀
And wife has the final word…. love it
“To My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel.
Please don’t be upset -I shall be home before midnight.”
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
“My Dear Husband, I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 54 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis Coach. He is young, virile and like your secretary, is 18 years old.
As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference – 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18.
Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.”
whatever life throws
at me, I’m ducking so it
hits someone else.
I know I shouldn’t complain … and boy is there a but in there!!… but sometimes I just want to scream out loud and at timesI feel like smashing the world to pulp due to the sheer and absolute frustration at how the elderly are treated by social services.
Being constantly in pain with PMR and Arthritis is taking its toll on me, and even writing this post seems to be taking forever and a day, due to pain and limited movements in hands and fingers. And when life throws in an elderly mother, who is housebound and can’t remember what time it is yet alone which day it is, and there is only me for them to turn to, it just adds extra pressure to life… something I really could do without at times.
And as for getting support from our local council… well I might as well wait for hell to freeze over before they even bother to return my calls. So getting support for myself and help for my mother is one battle that I know I can’t win.
Social services are so stretched now.. that these Care people don’t care what state of health you are in or for the person who is supposed to be having the care… if you live near your elderly parents… tough shit you can do it.. They won’t provide the care they are supposed to. If you live near that is it… you can do it… there is no leeway or consideration for another person’s health or whether they are physically capable of being a carer.
Daily tasks for myself alone are getting harder with each passing day and at times I just don’t know which way to turn. There are many a day that I can’t get through the day myself without being doped up on painkillers. And if I don’t take the painkillers then the pain doesn’t subside it just intensifies, until I am forced to resort to the painkillers just to get through the day.
My husband is a rock to me… but he works long hours and helps me as much as he physically can when he gets home from work… and I won’t laden him down with more things to do… it just isn’t fair on him….
He married me not my mother… so why do these council officials from elderly care presume that he is on beck and call? Why do these council officials ignore someone’s state of health and why don’t they realise that some people due to their own ill-health are incapable of doing the physical job of being a person’s carer?
We are now three month in to 2016 and I am still waiting for the phone call I was promised back in October 2015 for the Care Manager to come out to me to see how the council can support me. Fat chance of that call arriving soon is there?
And it seems as if things could get a whole lot worse … especially if more austerity measures have to come into force when the Chancellor delivers his budget next week. Services will be cut again… more families will be pushed to the brink of despair and more elderly people will suffer in the process.
Medway Council you are shit… every week you strip my mother’s pension for a contribution towards her care… and when we need that extra support or for the carer’s calls to be increased… a hard of hearing, visually impaired, 90 year old is denied proper care…. all because I live close to my mum. I could be living next door to my mother and just because there would be only a brick wall between us, it doesn’t mean my health would improve… I would still be arthritic and in pain and unable to give my mother the proper care she needs.
I feel sorry for any person who is an only child… and there is no support for them… I know it is not my mother’s fault for getting old… but when I see other people get all the bloody help and they are nowhere near as frail as my mother, I just want to bloody scream and how unfair things are at times.