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Almost 500 Spanish teenage students reject attempts to dismantle their culture.
That was a surprise, but probably for the best at this time.
https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/10700782/prince-harry-meghan-markle-moving-canada/
https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/10700782/prince-harry-meghan-markle-moving-canada/
Left-wing academic and Nobel Prize winner (for arguing diversity is good) explains that the reason child pornography has been downloaded through his IP is because he's been hacked...
https://www.cernovich.com/new-york-times-columnist-paul-krugman-claims-hackers-planted-child-p-rn-on-his-ip-address/
https://www.cernovich.com/new-york-times-columnist-paul-krugman-claims-hackers-planted-child-p-rn-on-his-ip-address/
Mike Cernovich
New York Times Columnist Paul Krugman Claims Hackers Planted Child P-rn on his IP Address?
New York Time columunist Paul Krugman has posted what one can only consider a highly unusual Tweet: Well, I’m on the phone with my computer security service, and as I understand it someone compromised my
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Can't you just feel the toxic masculinity? Foreign fireMEN arriving in Australia to support Aussies in stopping bushfires.
Things going from bad to worse in Iran 😆
Iran May Have a Fleet of Communist Killer Dolphins
https://www.military.com/off-duty/iran-may-have-fleet-communist-killer-dolphins.html
Iran May Have a Fleet of Communist Killer Dolphins
https://www.military.com/off-duty/iran-may-have-fleet-communist-killer-dolphins.html
Military.com
Iran May Have a Fleet of Communist Killer Dolphins
In 2000, a former Soviet dolphin trainer moved himself and his highly-trained killer dolphins to the Persian Gulf. Could they still be operating?
Imagine this little creep putting people on 'trial'?
Article: The convicted jihadist suspected of carrying out Britain's first terror attack behind bars, had a history of radicalising fellow inmates and even held sharia courts in his cell to punish those who broke strict Islamic laws, it has emerged.
Brusthom Ziamani, 24, and a fellow prisoner allegedly attacked a member of staff at HMP Whitemoor with makeshift weapons on Thursday morning, in what police are treated as a terrorist incident.
The pair, who were wearing fake suicide vests and shouting Allahu Akbar, are accused of slashing and stabbing the prison officer in the face before eventually being restrained by his colleagues, five of whom were also injured.
A former inmate, who was in both HMP Whitemoor and HMP Woodhill alongside Ziamani, has told the Telegraph he was notorious for peddling extremism and trying to convert fellow prisoners to radical Islam.
The source, a white British convert, who has since been paroled and has rejected the radical ideology, said: "When I arrived in prison I was quickly met by Ziamani and allowed into his inner circle.
"He once tried to organise a coup against the prison system and attacked a prison officer. He would also hold sharia courts in his prison cell for infractions such as drinking."
Ian Acheson, a former prison governor, who led an independent review into extremism in prison, said there had been a “colossal failure of intelligence” over Ziamani.
He said: "This has all the hallmarks of a premeditated terrorist attack inside what should be one of our most secure prisons in western Europe. The member of staff who was attacked was millimeters, seconds away from being murdered by a terrorist which would have profound implications for the rule of law inside prisons.
"While incidents like this are extremely rare, what we know already about Brusthom Ziamani’s background in Woodhill prison before he came to Whitemoor and the fact that he was allegedly running a jihadist cell there, suggests to me there has been a colossal failure of intelligence here in terms of protecting prison staff from someone who was clearly very radicalised."
Ziamani, a Muslim convert himself, was jailed for 22-years in 2015 for plotting to behead a British soldier in London.
A former Jehovah's Witness, he was a follower of the hate preacher Anjem Choudary and began plotting a terror attack just weeks after being radicalised in 2014.
No arrests have been made following the attack on the prison officer, but Deputy Assistant Commissioner Dean Haydon, Senior National Coordinator for Counter Terrorism Policing confirmed the matter was being treated as a terrorist attack.
HMP Whitemoor has had a history of problems with extremism and was the subject of a damning report in 2011 which found that a Muslim gang culture had been allowed to develop, allowing powerful extremists to convert and radicalise vulnberable inmates.
It was also the prison that housed Usman Khan, the convicted terrorist who carried out November's London Bridge attack after completing his sentence and convincing the authorities he had been deradicalised.
The latest incident will once again reignite the debate about how successful deradicalisation programmes inside prison can be.
Dr Paul Stott, research fellow at the Henry Jackson Society, said: "Deradicalisation is possible – people can and do change their minds about deeply held religious and political beliefs that previously led to violence.
"The challenge for the authorities – as seen in the Usman Khan case – is whether a change is rooted in a genuine admission or they are just trying to get out of prison."
He added: "Britain’s prisons have been struggling for some time. The problem of drugs, staff shortages and poor management has allowed the emergence of gangs centred around an Islamic identity."
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2020/01/10/prison-terror-attack-suspect-brusthom-ziamani-held-sharia-courts/
Article: The convicted jihadist suspected of carrying out Britain's first terror attack behind bars, had a history of radicalising fellow inmates and even held sharia courts in his cell to punish those who broke strict Islamic laws, it has emerged.
Brusthom Ziamani, 24, and a fellow prisoner allegedly attacked a member of staff at HMP Whitemoor with makeshift weapons on Thursday morning, in what police are treated as a terrorist incident.
The pair, who were wearing fake suicide vests and shouting Allahu Akbar, are accused of slashing and stabbing the prison officer in the face before eventually being restrained by his colleagues, five of whom were also injured.
A former inmate, who was in both HMP Whitemoor and HMP Woodhill alongside Ziamani, has told the Telegraph he was notorious for peddling extremism and trying to convert fellow prisoners to radical Islam.
The source, a white British convert, who has since been paroled and has rejected the radical ideology, said: "When I arrived in prison I was quickly met by Ziamani and allowed into his inner circle.
"He once tried to organise a coup against the prison system and attacked a prison officer. He would also hold sharia courts in his prison cell for infractions such as drinking."
Ian Acheson, a former prison governor, who led an independent review into extremism in prison, said there had been a “colossal failure of intelligence” over Ziamani.
He said: "This has all the hallmarks of a premeditated terrorist attack inside what should be one of our most secure prisons in western Europe. The member of staff who was attacked was millimeters, seconds away from being murdered by a terrorist which would have profound implications for the rule of law inside prisons.
"While incidents like this are extremely rare, what we know already about Brusthom Ziamani’s background in Woodhill prison before he came to Whitemoor and the fact that he was allegedly running a jihadist cell there, suggests to me there has been a colossal failure of intelligence here in terms of protecting prison staff from someone who was clearly very radicalised."
Ziamani, a Muslim convert himself, was jailed for 22-years in 2015 for plotting to behead a British soldier in London.
A former Jehovah's Witness, he was a follower of the hate preacher Anjem Choudary and began plotting a terror attack just weeks after being radicalised in 2014.
No arrests have been made following the attack on the prison officer, but Deputy Assistant Commissioner Dean Haydon, Senior National Coordinator for Counter Terrorism Policing confirmed the matter was being treated as a terrorist attack.
HMP Whitemoor has had a history of problems with extremism and was the subject of a damning report in 2011 which found that a Muslim gang culture had been allowed to develop, allowing powerful extremists to convert and radicalise vulnberable inmates.
It was also the prison that housed Usman Khan, the convicted terrorist who carried out November's London Bridge attack after completing his sentence and convincing the authorities he had been deradicalised.
The latest incident will once again reignite the debate about how successful deradicalisation programmes inside prison can be.
Dr Paul Stott, research fellow at the Henry Jackson Society, said: "Deradicalisation is possible – people can and do change their minds about deeply held religious and political beliefs that previously led to violence.
"The challenge for the authorities – as seen in the Usman Khan case – is whether a change is rooted in a genuine admission or they are just trying to get out of prison."
He added: "Britain’s prisons have been struggling for some time. The problem of drugs, staff shortages and poor management has allowed the emergence of gangs centred around an Islamic identity."
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2020/01/10/prison-terror-attack-suspect-brusthom-ziamani-held-sharia-courts/
Eduard Habsburg recalls.
White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips,
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross,
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young,
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain—hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.
Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri’s knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunset and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees,
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiplex of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.
They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be;
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,—
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, “Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done,
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces—four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’; it is he that knows not Fate ;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.”
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still—hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.
St. Michael’s on his mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and
White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips,
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross,
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young,
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain—hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.
Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri’s knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunset and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees,
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiplex of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.
They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be;
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,—
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, “Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done,
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces—four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’; it is he that knows not Fate ;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.”
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still—hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.
St. Michael’s on his mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and
he claps his wings of stone;
The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Domino gloria!
Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.
King Philip’s in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial, and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John’s hunting, and his hounds have bayed—
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.
The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man’s house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings’ horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign—
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate’s sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.
Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria!
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Domino gloria!
Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.
King Philip’s in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial, and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John’s hunting, and his hounds have bayed—
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.
The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man’s house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings’ horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign—
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate’s sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.
Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria!
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
Some times the only appropriate thing to do is shake your head and laugh.
Here the Home Office claim they are removing the citizenship of another person. In time these tiny acts can be applied to a much larger number of people.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7877477/Albanian-gangster-kicked-Britain-attempted-murder-UK.html
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7877477/Albanian-gangster-kicked-Britain-attempted-murder-UK.html
Mail Online
Albanian gangster who was kicked out of Britain for shooting a rival six times in a cold-blooded attempted murder is back in the…
Riza Vatoci, 49, was tracked down to his business in quiet Bognor Regis, West Sussex, last week. He was deported from Britain for shooting a rival six times in a cold-blooded attempted murder.
British society changing, mirroring other countries where different religions sit very uneasily alongside each other with frequent outbreaks of violence. If so, this behaviour can only get worse.
https://barnabasfund.org/en/news/fifteen-uk-churches-told-to-stop-services-in-anonymous-letters-threatening-attacks
https://barnabasfund.org/en/news/fifteen-uk-churches-told-to-stop-services-in-anonymous-letters-threatening-attacks
A fitting recollection by Murray following the sad announcement of the death of Sir Roger Scruton.
https://blogs.spectator.co.uk/2020/01/roger-scruton-a-man-who-seemed-bigger-than-the-age/
https://blogs.spectator.co.uk/2020/01/roger-scruton-a-man-who-seemed-bigger-than-the-age/
The Spectator
Roger Scruton: A man who seemed bigger than the age
Sir Roger Scruton has died. Diagnosed with cancer last summer, he passed away peacefully on Sunday surrounded by his family. There will be a lot of things written and said in the coming days. But…
Scottish Minister tells Scottish nationalists to bring him the head of Nicola Sturgeon if they want another referendum.
😆
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2020/01/12/no-second-independence-referendum-nicola-sturgeon-first-minister/
😆
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2020/01/12/no-second-independence-referendum-nicola-sturgeon-first-minister/
Police refuse to disclose thousands of sex attackers who are wanted on our streets because it "breaches their human rights"
https://web.archive.org/web/20200113093341/https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/police-refuse-name-2000-sex-21262642.amp
https://web.archive.org/web/20200113093341/https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/police-refuse-name-2000-sex-21262642.amp
This is the Prevent document in the news today because the Left are outraged that Extinction Rebellion was included on it and it recommends teachers report those exhibiting these views to Prevent for a potential doorstepping.
Considering the massive spectrum here of opinions, isn't Prevent pretty discreditable for including those linked to terrorism with those with a non-mainstream liberal opinion?
https://web.archive.org/web/20200111073600/https://www.oxfordshireccg.nhs.uk/professional-resources/documents/safeguarding/adult/Safeguarding-from-Radicalisation-Reference-Guide.pdf
Considering the massive spectrum here of opinions, isn't Prevent pretty discreditable for including those linked to terrorism with those with a non-mainstream liberal opinion?
https://web.archive.org/web/20200111073600/https://www.oxfordshireccg.nhs.uk/professional-resources/documents/safeguarding/adult/Safeguarding-from-Radicalisation-Reference-Guide.pdf