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(June 25, 2010) The recent announcement of vast mineral wealth in Afghanistan sent salesman-in-chief Hamid Karzai to Japan to pitch the allies, while the mastermind of the minerals survey at the Department of Defense arranged publicity here in the U.S. A controversial New York Times article quoted General David Petraeus calling the assessment “stunning,” which sent conspiracy theorists spinning. Now, with Petraeus running the war in Afghanistan, are more fabulous discoveries to come?
SOURCES: CCTV, China; NHK, Japan; Press TV, Iran; KBS, South Korea; PBS, U.S.; ABC News, U.S.; Department of Defense, U.S.; RT, Russia; Al Jazeera English, Qatar; New York Times, U.S.
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Global Pulse is a fast-moving and informative television and web series that helps you navigate the news of the world by comparing and contrasting TV news reports. See all the episodes of Global Pulse at http://linktv.org/globalpulse
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A little how-to guide to the weapons in “The Exploits of the Shadowvex (and Iskarl)”
This show you the parts needed and how you put them together
Hope you find it informative and helpful
And now some background to the weapons:
Shadowvex’s Sword: A large sword capable of deflecting most attacks. It never dulls or needs sharpening or anything like that. Now that the Shadowvex has two firearms, the sowrd is mostly for show.
Shadowvex’s Guns: Both weapons are single-shot, energy pulse blasters. The Panrahk-staff-ends on his first gun and the rear blades on the second gun are energy amplifiers, which increase the power of the energy shots (this is why they disintegrate people’s heads). On his second gun, the front blades are for hand-to-hand combat in close quarters.
Iskarl’s Gun: A dual-barrelled, single-shot, energy pulse blaster. The central, scythe-like blade is both an energy amplifier and combat blade. Because there is only one energy amplifier between two barrels, the shots fired are weaker than Shadowvex’s weapons. The two barrels can fire simultaneously for a masive blast, or alternatley for a more rapid barrage of shots
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I thought it was useless for me to post the end of the album because someone did it before but I saw that it was not really done.
So here’s the rest, continuing with Love Like Blood from the album The Pusle Of Awakening of course. Enjoy!
It’s a cover of Love Like Blood of Killing Joke.
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THE HEART : FINAL PULSE
Featurette
Enjoy this In Look Making Featurette
The Masked Killer is Back!
He Won’t Stop at Nothing to Get What he Wants!
In 2010, Evil Feels Its Final Pulse
Plot : Reporter Jack Taylor (Erik A Williams) is looking for the story on the killings that have taken place over the last 2 years. Won’t stop at nothing to get his story. As teens party, trying to get away from life, things dont go as planned as things go crazy, and everyone dies. Now it’s up to Jehrico (Ryan Gregory) once more to put an end to this… Once and for all! It Ends… Tonight!
Starring: Erik A Williams, David Kelley, Max Hoven, Jordan Hartweger, Goah Piper, Kyle Yates, Emma Sharman, Kyle Ambrose, Todd MCclure, Xenna Webster, ,Scott Stoltz, Zach Lewis, and Ryan Gregory
Directed By : Ryan Gregory
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Poet Maya Angelou composed this poem for President Clinton’s first term inauguration ceremony on January 20, 1993.
“ON THE PULSE OF MORNING”
Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and the ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out to us today, you may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song. It says,
Come, rest here by my side.
Each of you, a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made, proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace, and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the rock were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sang and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African, the Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheik,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
They hear the first and last of every Tree
Speaking to humankind today. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you,
Pawnee, Apache, Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of
Other seekers — desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Arab, the Swede, the German, the Eskimo, the Scot,
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought,
Sold, stolen, arriving on the nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am that Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours — your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain
Cannot be unlived, but if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
This day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands,
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For a new beginning.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out and upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here, on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, and into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope –
Good morning.
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