"Bono Just Became Glamour's First Man of the Year," exclaims the headline at Glamour Magazine. Note that it does not say, contra to the claims of reporters and commentators seemingly everywhere, that he's been named Woman of the Year, and most definitely not the Woman of the Year.
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In October 2013, 366 migrants died when their boat caught fire and sank off the coast of Lampedusa. Less than a year later, the International Organization for Migration (IOM) reported that 500 migrants were feared dead after their ship was rammed by another boat near Malta. News of this sinking emerged as an additional ship carrying 200 people sank off the coast of Libya. Sadly, these are not isolated incidents. In 2014, up to 3,072 migrants are believed to have died in the Mediterranean, compared with an estimate of 700 in 2013. Globally, IOM estimates that at least 4,077 migrants died in 2014, and at least 40,000 since the year 2000. The true number of fatalities is likely to be higher, as many deaths occur in remote regions of the world and are never recorded. Some experts have suggested that for every dead body discovered, there are at least two others that are never recovered.
[International Organization for Migration (pdf)]
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Been tapping away for hours, about the recent atrocity in particular, and the topic of The Muslim Terror Religion™ in general. Then I got up to fetch a coffee, and nudged the bloody Power Off button on the computer.
What follows is a much less comprehensive essay than that which I lost. I'm basically touching all the bases. (more…)
Trying to get some sort of post together, regarding the situation in Ferguson, Missouri, I've been somewhat hampered by time-zone differences and by the rapid nature of what's happened. Several attempts to write something have been scuppered by finding that a zillion other people, on Twitter, Facebook, and many, many blogs, have already said what I'm trying to say. Which wouldn't really matter if I were a US citizen, but a little-known blogger from the wrong side of the pond can't really make much of a difference, so merely repeating what those zillions say would be pretty damn pointless.
On the other hand, I do want to say something, even if all it amounts to is a bit of a fist-bump, as I put it elsewhere, of solidarity. Or maybe as one of hopefully many voices, speaking to racist authoritarians, "This is twenty-fourteen, not nineteen-fourteen. Shit you used to be able to hide from the occasional reporter with his Box Brownie camera, you can't hide from the camera-phones, the Twitter-feeds and the YouTube viewers. The world is watching you now, live and in real-time, whether you ban the official press or not. And we don't like the view." (more…)
Just a quick note to let you, the internet, know that I have zero interest in which bunch of overpaid, coddled "national heroes" manage to kick a fake pig's bladder into a large net more often than any given opposing bunch of overpaid, coddled "national heroes."
Furthermore, having used your services for some time now, I am capable, all on my own, of finding and subscribing to various services which would inform me of the current bladder→net statistics, should I wish to do so. Your constant emails and other messages informing me of such options are, therefore, both unneeded and, quite frankly, patronising. Please stop.
Uncle Joe woke up today and cast a bleary eye
Upon the awful, godless world, and gave a little sigh;
And, feeling rather grumpy, took up a pen to scribe
A letter to the editor. Twas published, by and by.
"I didn't do it gov'nor. It wasn't me!" he lied,
"And by the way that Dawkins bloke can only write sci-fi!"
"… that, according to unnamed sources, a small group of backbench Tory MPs are considering making an official complaint about political bias in the royal family, citing Her Royal Highness's apparent decision to go into Labour.
"And now we go live, to James Windsor-Arselich, standing outside The Palace for no apparent reason, for some breaking news."
"… Well you could've told me before, that it was undone! Shit, no time! Just film me from the waist up, fer Chrissakes!
"Thank you Quentin.