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The parents of Shafilea Ahmed did not kill her for "honour" but because domestic violence "transcends culture, class, race, and religion."
This as the conclusion of the leading investigating officer – so why are our newspapers full of bold headlines and in-depth discussion about "honour killing"?
As far as I can tell –and I'm happy to be corrected – it is the media that has made the link between Shafilea's parents' excuse for murder and "honour" not the police or the judge.
Speaking after the sentencing, Detective Superintendent Geraint Jones, who led the inquiry for Cheshire Police, said: "Over the years, many people have asked me – is this a so-called honour killing? For me, it's a simple case of murder.
"This is a case of domestic abuse by two parents towards their children. Domestic abuse is, sadly, something which the police have to deal with too often. "
The judge, when sentencing her parents for murder, told them: "Your concern about being shamed in your community was greater than the love of your child" but didn't use the term "honour killing" – a term put in speech marks by most domestic violence charities and those newspapers not accepting it wholesale.
Women's Aid says that with domestic violence: "'Blaming the victim' is something that abusers will often do to make excuses for their behaviour, and quite often they manage to convince their victims that the abuse is indeed their fault.
"This is part of the pattern and is in itself abusive. Blaming their behaviour on someone else, or on the relationship, their childhood, their ill health, or their alcohol or drug addiction is one way in which many abusers try to avoid personal responsibility for their behaviour."
The charity defines domestic violence as, "physical, sexual, psychological or financial violence that takes place within an intimate or family-type relationship and that forms a pattern of coercive and controlling behaviour. This can include forced marriage and so-called 'honour crimes'. Domestic violence may include a range of abusive behaviours, not all of which are in themselves inherently 'violent'."
While "honour-based" violence, according to Domestic Violence London, "can exist in any culture or community where males are in position to establish and enforce women's conduct.
"Males can also be victims, sometimes as a consequence of a relationship which is deemed to be inappropriate, if they are gay, have a disability or if they have assisted a victim."
So why, if shame, honour, embarrassment and doing things wrong – or your favourite football team losing – are common excuses for domestic abuse, has the UK media whipped itself into a frenzy about "honour killing" rather than reeling in horror at domestic violence?
Women's Aid:
- 1 in 4 will be a victim of domestic violence in their lifetime – many of these on a number of occasions
- 1 incident of domestic violence is reported to the police every minute
- on average, 2 women a week are killed by a current or former male partner.
Meanwhile, in the US a white, middle class Christian couple killed their black adopted daughter. As with police in the UK, "investigators found the Washington state couple adhered to a harsh child-rearing regimen prescribed by a controversial Christian parenting book, the prosecutor said earlier this month that religion was not relevant to the criminal case."
Another couple were charged with murdering their child who they believed had the devil inside her and God told them to stick a rose down her throat. While their status as "immigrant" is seen as significant here – their religion isn't further discussed.
There are, of course, more intellectual approaches than that of the Daily Mail – aren't there always? The New Statesman, for example, states that "the left cannot remain silent over honour killings" and refers them as an "epidemic of abuse and violence" – so "honour" is being accepted as the distinguishing feature in this case – not domestic violence as outlined by the police.
The Guardian though produces a piece on a charity supporting women at risk of forced marriage and "honour" crimes: because many charities including Refuge campaign against domestic violence as a whole when supporting victims of "sexual violence, forced marriage, honour-based violence, female genital mutilation, prostitution, trafficking and stalking".
It is clear that no one would suggest that Shafilea's case shouldn't be discussed in a wider context or that "honour" isn't used as an excuse for violence against women and men.
One could suggest, though, that this violence be discussed in a more rational manner: perhaps we would benefit from the UK taking a calmer, less emotionally-charged and academic approach to domestic violence rather than a knee-jerk response to "honour" killing.
If you look to the news now the discussion of "honour killing" has become white noise and – if you dare to look at comments on articles – is being used for further attacks on Islam: one could almost think all Muslim condoned violence against women.
Perhaps some journalists still lucky enough to be in paid employment could report more on the experiences and understanding of those dealing with domestic violence across all cultures on a daily basis; it could look to the nuclear family as a constant in domestic violence; investigate the links between mental ill-health, such as stress, and domestic violence; or consider the role of the patriarchy across many cultures when "honour" is used as justification for domestic violence.
Remember other excuses – accepted by UK police in confronting domestic violence – include football teams losing during Euro 2012 and the World Cup.
The video below made by Refuge – a charity providing safe houses – highlights how hidden domestic violence can be in the UK as women hide their bruises, take responsibility and make excuses for the damage done at the hands of their abusers.
We need to discuss domestic violence as an experience across cultures and classes. Isolated incidents – however horrific – are examples of domestic violence within families not of broken cultures.
Because domestic violence is a terrifying and very real problem for many people in our country which "transcends culture, class, race, and religion".


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Chuck Sweeny (Regulate e-cigarettes? Why? Just because, Jan.27) argues there is "no good reason" for the Food and Drug Administration to regulate electronic cigarettes.
As a public health advocate, I can name several good reasons for the FDA to take action - reasons that start with our children.
As a doctor who spent several years practicing at Crusader Community Health, I literally saw thousands of patients from Rockford and the surrounding communities. Many of my patients were hooked on cigarettes at a very young age as a result of Big Tobacco's aggressive marketing, and as adults were dealing with the very real consequences of addiction.
Thankfully, we have made real progress against Big Tobacco, which is now prevented from marketing and selling traditional cigarettes to youth under federal law. Because e-cigarettes are not currently regulated, their makers, including Big Tobacco, can again use those slick tactics to appeal to kids.
Celebrities pitch e-cigarettes on TV, magazine ads and auto racing sponsorships make them seem fun and glamorous, and they come in candy and fruit flavors that clearly appeal to kids. We have made tremendous efforts stopping Big Tobacco's assault on our children - but e-cigarettes are a new loophole.
This is a loophole that is damaging our children: E-cigarette use among U.S. youth more than doubled between 2011 and 2012, according to a Centers for Disease Control and Prevention survey. And it's a loophole that could bring more nicotine-addicted patients to Crusader Community Health and other local providers unless we close it.
FDA regulation will also have benefits beyond limiting the sale and marketing to kids. It will help us learn what is in these products, what their health effects might be and prevent unproven health claims that mislead consumers. These are common-sense consumer protections, not the overbearing regulations portrayed by Mr. Sweeny.
FDA regulation is urgently needed to ensure that any potential health benefits of e-cigarettes are real and supported by sound science and guard against the risks they pose to public health, especially their use by children. The FDA has the authority to regulate e-cigarettes under a 2009 law approved by Congress with broad, bipartisan support. The FDA should move quickly to exercise this authority.
Dr. Bechara Choucair is commissioner of the Chicago Department of Public Health

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#1 DUer Galoglas arrested today when he went to vote!!!!08-05-2008, 11:13 PM
OK, Missouri folks, what's the story?
proud2Blib Donating Member (1000+ posts) Tue Aug-05-08 08:04 PM
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DUer Galoglas arrested today when he went to vote!!!!
Just got off the phone with him. They asked him for more ID than state law requires and when he refused, he was arrested!! He promised to post the whole story when he gets home. He just got out of jail and is on the phone with several officials. He called and asked me to post the news of his arrest. So watch for his thread.proud2Blib Donating Member (1000+ posts) Tue Aug-05-08 08:25 PM
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18. Missouri
No voter ID but you have to show something. Sorry I am not clear on the law. I live in KS.proud2Blib Donating Member (1000+ posts) Tue Aug-05-08 08:40 PM
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28. They asked him for something with his signature
He said the law doesn't require that. They refused to let him vote and he was arrested. He'll have to fill in the details. This is all he told me on the phone.
What type of identification do I need at the polling place?
Missouri law now requires that, before receiving a ballot, voters must identify themselves by presenting a form of personal identification from the following list:
* A voter ID card
* Identification issued by the State of Missouri or any agency of the state.
* Identification issued by any agency of the United States Government.
* Identification issued by an institution of higher learning located within Missouri (university, college, trade or technical school).
* A current utility bill, bank statement, government check or other government document containing the name and address of the voter.
* Driver's license or state identification card issued by any state.
* Personal knowledge of the voter by both election supervisors upon completion of a voter affidavit that is signed by both supervisors and the voter.
NOTE: If the voter does not have any identification and is not personally known by both supervisors, he/she may not vote.
aspergris (1000+ posts) Tue Aug-05-08 08:46 PM
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30. ok. but...
"They refused to let him vote and he was arrested"
The details before the "and" make all the difference.
Did they ask him to leave, and he refused, and was subsequently arrested for a trespass after prohibition? were the cops called by the poll workers? why?
or what? Again, I'd also like to see the PC cert.
In my many years in law enforcement I only heard of one person ever arrested in conjunction with voting.
It was a person who got into an argument with the volunteers, was asked to leave ... repeatedly... refused... and was arrested.
I would assume that there is more to the story, i.e. the moonbat going into a rant about the BFEE and stolen elections.
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I think Bush and Cheney are behind this.
08-06-2008, 12:46 AMrug (1000+ posts) Tue Aug-05-08 08:18 PM
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14. He should have showed them his Circuit City receipt instead.
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"i calmly refused to show them id."
"and then that badass 80 year old poll worker grandma threatened me and started to tazer me..."
"but i very courteously demurred and offered my reasonable and differing opinion..."
"then a jackbooted grandpa began stomping me to the floor as i quoted ghandi and..."
i love a dummy version of any story when a dummy is arrested.
#8 Google has nothing at all on this
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I actually wasted 5 minutes searching, too...Shakespeare.
galloglas (1000+ posts)
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163. Galloglas Update: Out of Jail, and ready to answer all questions:
I will try to be as brief as possible with the description of my day as I can manage. But, since there are some sticky points, I will also try to be clear and complete. If anyone finds questions still hanging after reading this entry, and the comments already made above in response to Proud2Blib's post, I will gladly answer.
I, Galloglas, went to vote today and encountered difficuly. And, it is important to point out that this was not the first time I've run onto problems this year.
When I voted in Missouri's Presidential primary in February, 2008, I took the proper identification to my precinct and attempted to cast my ballot. The identification requirements are spelled out graphically on our Secretary of State's Web Site which can be found at http://www.sos.mo.gov/elections/voterid /.
And, as I am of the belief that the "Voter Fraud" question is exclusively a creature of the GOP's making (a grudging tip of my hat to the GOP's odious "Thor" Hearne for fathering, with Karl Rove, this abominable scheme), and that the entire "Voter Fraud" issue is nothing more than a smokescreen to encourage the various state's to pass Photo Voter ID Laws, I always choose to use whatever acceptable identification is furthest from that which the GOP would mandate if Missouri did have Photo Voter ID laws.
That said, I point out that Missouri's Legislature did pass SB 1014 in 2006, mandating Photo Voter ID. But SB 1014 was ruled unconstitutional in October, 2006. Similarly, in May 2008, the legislature made another attempt to enact the legislation, but it died in committee. Consequently, Missouri has no Photo Voter ID law and the SoS voter ID requirements (above) are the prevailing law of our state.
In February, 2008, when I went to my precinct to cast my Presidential primary ballot, I walked in and was asked for my driver's license. I said, "Sorry. Here is my election authority ID instead. I wish to use that as my ID."
The judge said, "Look. Show me your Driver's license, or you don't vote!". To which I replied, "Look. If you want my driver's license to let me vote, we got a problem?" And the election judge replied, "Oh, no! I gotta see you picture ID or I won't know who you are."
To shorten this February episode, let it be known that A) since I had not seen this particular election judge before, and B) he seemed challenged either by lack of intellect or lack of proper training, I simply told him "call the Election Board office and ask them. You simply can't require that." This gentleman refused to do so, telling me that "if you do not like it, you can just leave!"
I replied, "OK, partner, I'll show my driver's license to you... but only under protest... and I will file a complaint with the Election Board. "You go right ahead!" he replied.
And I did. But, as one might expect, no report was ever prepared by the Election Board and when I inquired about its status in May, 2008, the bipartisan heads of the offices claimed no knowledge of it. When shown the status trail, proving the existence of the complaint, I was finally told "Well, it must have gotten lost.We have had some problems with temps and their paper work this year."
So, with the August primaries coming up, I wanted to insure no repeat of February's problems, and I made a call to my local election board (Eastern Jackson County, Missouri, Election Board), speaking to the GOP appointee, one Charlene Davis.
I recounted the events of February to her on the phone and asked, "Do you agree that the ID requirements for casting a vote in Missouri, as recounted on the SoS's web site, are the official and proper IDs? That these are the acceptable forms of ID? And that they must be accepted by the precinct personnel?"
She then replied that sometimes a person might not be asked for an ID if the judges readily recognized the voter. Pressed on the matter, she replied, "Yes. If they ask for ID, the SoS's page governs what is acceptable." I pressed further, "So, Charlene, if I come in with my precinct issued ID, or a utility bill, or my bank statement, there will no more requests for a Photo ID?"
Charlene Davis answered with the usual CYA statement about training poll workers, poll workers working long hours, mixups in communications,etc. So I asked this, "Well, since we've agreed as to what it should be, then I can just call you if there are any mixups and you wil set them straight?" "Yes, just call me." she replied.
So this morning I walked into my precinct at about 9:45AM, along with my son. Both of us were carrying Precinct issued voter cards, bank statements and utility statements, all of which are acceptable forms of ID in Missouri. The precinct is in the basement of a church and there are two precincts there: 08A and 08C. As I walked in, there were a total of six persons. Three for each precinct.
The first person who spied us was a lady, who asked "Do you want to vote?" "Yep", I replied. "I'll need to see your ID", she said, and I handed her the precinct-issued ID cards. She picked it up, glanced at it and said, "I'll need to see your something with your signature on it."
"Uh... I don't think so. What I gave you is valid ID."
"No,", she replied, "I need to see something with your signature on it, otherwise I won't know who you are." And that gave me a bad feeling.
So I said, "Uh, Ma'am, that Precinct ID card tells you who I am. It came to my mailbox last week, so that the Election Authority knows I still live there. If you want to see my signature, you can look at it as soon as I seen the Poll Book."
The judge was a bit flustered, all the other judges started looking at my son and I, and then she said., "Oh. This is the wrong line anyway. Step to that table for precinct 08A." And my son and I picked up our papers and moved to the other line where there were three male judges.
The first judge was named Leroy (he would tell em his last name) and he asked for our IDs and was handed the precinct-issued cards. He left them sitting on the table and said, "You need to show me IDs with your signatures on it!", in rough, angry tone.
I replied, "No sir, I do not." and handed him a computer copy of the SoS's web page, printed from this location. http://www.sos.mo.gov/elections/voterid / The judge did not even look at it, instead standing straight up from his chair, raising his voice loudly, and said, "If you don't want to vote, there is the door, and you can leave now!"
My reply was, "Sir, we do want to vote. My son and I have both brought the proper ID, and the Sos"s sheet verifies that. Now, if you are refusing to let us vote, please tell us why." And the reply was, "I need to see your signature!"
(Now bear in mind, the next step in the voting is to actually sign the Poll Book, at which time judges can look at my signature all they want. But what was being demanded was some ID which was already signed. Then it dawned on me that many people would only have signatures on some government-issued IDs, such as Driver's Licenses.
Compliance with such demands would result in voters having to show Photo Voter IDs without even the need of the GOP-controlled Missouri Legislature having to pass another Photo Voter ID Act. In effect, causing Missouri voters to comply with conditions which had been declared unconstitutional in 2006!)
With the sudden realization of what was probably happening,I had to make a decision. Glancing around the room, I realized that I had seen all of these election judges at past elections. What was the likelihood of them all being untrained, or them all having forgotten what the rules were in the prior election. I calculated the odds were long.
I turned back to Leroy and replied, "Leroy, my son and I want to vote. We brought what was required of us. I am holding the SoS's web page n my left hand. If you will not look at it, or read it, please call Charlene Davis at the Eastern Jackson County Election Board, or call the SoS's office to find out what you are supposed to do. Because we want to vote."
We were then told, "You can either give me what I told you to, or you can just get out that door and find someplace else to vote!" (as he stood towering above my son and I). I looked him in the eye and said, "Leroy, Nope! We will not leave until you give us our rights. We've a right to vote!"
Leroy leaned over the table and shouted, "Not unless you follow our rules here!" To which I replied, "Your rules do not trump the laws of this state! Please read them!This ID card (the precinct-issued card) is all I need. And slapped the card down on the table in front of him. "this is all that is required."
08-06-2008, 10:48 AMIn the next moment an election judge moved toward me from my left and called to me, causing me to turn ninety degrees to my left to face him. I am fairly certain that it was the same judge who had insisted on my photo ID in February. Regardless, as I turned, the man continued walking up to me until he gave me a "Chest Bump" (like players or managers do to umpires in baseball games), and said "You either do what you're told to vote, or you get out of here NOW!"
I was beginning to feel like Alice, when she fell through the Looking Glass, but managed to ask, "And you going to evict me? Call the police?"
ASt that point, Leroy pick up the converstaion and said, "You leave right now!". I replied, "If you won't call your Election Board, I will." and pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I turned to my son and asked himn to take his cell phone and call "Election Protection" at the Missouri SoS's Office.
As we both dialed, Leroy shouted for us to leave the building immediately, and I replied, "Sorry. Can't do that. What you are asking is neither legal or fair. Let's settle this thing." And as my son and I were talking to our respective parties, Leroy also made a call... to the Eastern Jackson County Election Board.
As my son spoke to the SoS's office, I was asking for the GOP BoE head, Charlene Davis. Oddly enough, she was not available.
But Leroy did manage to get through to the Election Board, as Independence, Missouri, Police Officers entered the precinct doors. One of the last things that Leroy was heard to say to the Election Board was "Then we don't get the signatures??"
My son and I were grabbed by the arms and escorted outside. The two policemen who escorted us were soon joined by four others with two other squad cars. Surrounded, we were peppered by questions. Basically they were of the type, "Why are you bothering these people?"
The answer, as clear as we could make it was, "We aren't bothering them! We are simply trying to vote, and these people are breaking Missouri State Statutes, preventing us from voting."
The police responded, "Look, you are breaking their rules. If you don't get out of here, we are going to arrest you!"
The question I had in response was, "Their rules? What rules? Those are employees of the Election Board, they are under the mandate of the Election Board, and then the SoS. Aren't you more concerned about the breaking of state laws?" As it turns out, apparently they were not.
My son and I were given several chances to leave by the police. To go back home and just forget about voting. I will give the officers that much. They really did not want to arrest us. On the other hand, between the officers and the six election judges, none were willing to even ask what should be done. Even as my son had succeeded in getting hold of someone at the Election Board, who had authority (Brad lastnameunknown), the police officers refused to speak to the Election Board when "Brad" made that request.
My son was told to turn off his phone and get out of the parking lot, or he would be taken to jail along with me. I told him to get in the car, drive home, and be prepared for my phone calls.
One officer then turned to me and said, "This is your last chance. Leave and never come back here." I said, "You're kidding, surely. Never? And where do I vote in November?"
"Are you going?" he asked again. I asked, "You mean leave without even having an answer as to why I am not allowed to cast my ballot?"
His answer was nonverbal; but he leaned in close, and I knew he was waiting for an answer. "Uhhh... with all due respect, officer... I feel that if I did so, I would be betraying my own conscience, and setting a bad precedent for all those citizens who share my right to vote."
About two nano-seconds after finishing my sentence, an officer behind me grabbed my wrists, handcuffed me, pulled me by the arm and pushed me into the back seat of a caged police car.
After a ten minute ride to the Independence Police Station, I was put on the bench outside the lockup (after I indicated I would post a cash bond) and was released some two hours later. The maximum bond on a city civil offense is $500, mine turned out to be $300 (though it should be noted that one policeman recommended that, since there were six election judges, they should make six Disorderly Conduct charges, heave each election judge sign one complaint, and that would raise bond to a maximum of $3000).
Perhaps, fortunately for me, one of the officers finally realized that I was doing what I was doing, not to be a pain-in-the-ass or to garner publicity, but because I thought it was the right thing to do.
Oddly, when I was finally released, there were about a half dozen officers who walked out of the detectives room (where the report was being written) as I left the building. At first, it was a bit unnerving being watched as I left the station. Then I realized that the looks betrayed more of puzzlement, or incredulity, than of a "I'll get you next time. Watch your step, buddy!"
My son was waiting for me when I was released. He told me that Charlene Davis and her Democratic counterpart at the Eastern Jack Election Board had returned his call and suggested that both he and I come up to the Election Board after my release, and we did so.
Our initial reception by Charlene Davis was one of general hostility. Slowly, as a few questions and answers were exchanged, Charlene and her counterpart realized that there was not some insane, ranting tirade emanating either from my son or myself and some civility ensued. Yet at the same time, when Mrs. Davis was shown what we had presented as Voter ID, she acknowledged that, indeed, what we were presented was valid and should have been accepted. She even pulled out a single laminated sheet of ID requirements (quite like that of the SoS) and asked, "Didn't they have this on the tables out there?" And the answer was, "No, Ma'am. They did not!'
The final attempt by the Board to mollify my son and I was to offer us the chance to actually vote (it was about 3:30PM then). I asked, "At our precinct?"
"No," I was told, "I'll give you a ballot right here to cast."
"Why can't we vote at our precinct?" I asked. "You have acknowledged that we were correct, and should have been allowed to vote. Why can't we."
"Well," she said, "if you go back out there, you may be arrested again."
"For what?"
"Well those judges filed a complaint the first time. I'm can't guarantee it won't happen again."
Thinking for a second, I suggested, "Why don't you go out with us? Or send someone."
Well, that was as far as she would go. The offer to cast a ballot at the Board Office. And I told her I would not be willing to vote a provisional ballot but she replied that it would not be provisional. I suggested she give me a moment to consult, by phone, with the SoS's Office. I was told that I would have to leave the building to do so.
I did so, checked on the status of the complaint I had already filed with the SoS by phone, then decided (since I doubt any race would be decided by my vote)that I did not want to chance setting any precedent by voting at the Board after having misdeneanor charges filed against me by the Election Judges.
And, so finally, we reach the point of outlining what my "Electoral Transgressions" of today actually amount to. And, though the full police report will not be available until probably Friday, I do have the municipal ticket which was written out for me.
The ticket states that I, on 11PM of this date
"did knowingly cause a disturbance/disorderly conduct to wit: acts in a violent or tumultuous manner toward another, placing such person(s)in fear of safety by (and this is the part I find fascinating) refusing to show proper I. D. when voting".
So, if any DUers out there have ever served as an election judge or challenger at any precinct, and have found themselves frightened by a voter who attempted to use an official Election Board printed and mailed ID card, instead of coughing up a signature bearing form of ID (and in my case, it would have been, could only have been, my drivers license), I would like to hear from you.
Folks, I am a bad, slow typist. It has been a long day and I think I have covered the ground for you. This is long, but it seemed as if all this detail was necessary to cover all possible questions.
If you have any more thoughts, questions, let me know. But I must soon grab some sleep and get back on line when my mind works again.
In the meantime, it should be worthwhile to wonder just exactly how six experienced election judges would each suddenly come to believe thjat they could, or must, insist upon a signature ID, which would almost surely be affixed to a picture ID (and gee, if that is the case, why would a state need a Photo Voter ID law??
And is this Independence, Missouri mixup a portent of what we will see being done to Democratic voters this November?????
Yours truly,
PS. One nice note.
After being sprung from durance vile, I was able to attend a Victory Party for Jay Nixon, soon to be the new MO Gov. As well as all Mo Dem Representatives, our SoS, our AG, and all Dem. western-Missouri legislators.
My, weren't they surprised to hear of such things happening!!
And our local public access station, KKFI, has already aired one interview about this, and there are three more programs scheduled within the week on other stations. And seven reporters currently working on the story, from 5 different local papers.
PPS. Perhaps I was rash in suggesting to the arresting officer, and to Charlene Davis, that their plan of action might not be in everyone's best interest.
PPPS. Nawwwww!
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Question: Our priest uses large quantities of incense at Mass, creating difficulties even in being able to see. Also, people with respiratory issues are struggling. When we speak to him, he is dismissive and goes on about history and liturgy. Any thoughts?
— John McElroy, Grand Haven, Mich.
Answer: As with most things, moderation is proper when it comes to the use of incense. It would seem, as you describe, too much incense is being burned at one time. And while certain factors such as the size of the church, the height of the ceiling and the ventilation may affect how much can be used, the goal in the modern use of incense is not to overwhelm or make it difficult to see.
Your pastor's reference to history may indicate that he has something of the Old Testament concept in mind. When the high priest went into the Holy of Holies of the ancient Temple, ample amounts of incense were used, lest he catch sight of God and be struck dead.
But given Jesus' ministry to us of sanctifying grace, this sort of concern is not a preoccupation today. The use of incense to create a kind of impenetrable cloud is something of a misapplication of an Old Testament concept and also an excess to be avoided. However, also to be avoided is the complete rejection of the use of incense in the liturgy, which is increasingly demanded by some in parishes.
The use of incense is permitted, even encouraged, by the Church for feasts of greater solemnity. It is a beautiful image of prayer and worship ascending to God. Incense symbolizes our prayers and praises going up to God, and its fragrant aroma is a sign of his blessings descending gently upon us.
Incense is not to be equated with cigarette smoke, it is not a known carcinogen, it is not a pollutant when used moderately. In fact, incense, like holy water, is often blessed by the priest and therefore brings blessings.
That said, there are some who suffer from various forms of respiratory distress who may suffer with excessive incense, at least physically. One compromise in these sorts of situations, is to follow the older norms of the Traditional Latin Mass. According to those norms, incense was not carried in the aisle, or the opening and closing processions, but was only imposed and used in the sanctuary area around the altar. As such, at least in larger churches, its effect on the whole congregation can be moderated.
Epilepsy in the Bible?
Question: I heard a Protestant minister say that the young boy that Jesus drove demons out of near Mount Tabor wasn't really possessed, he just had epilepsy. Is this true?
— Mel Johnson, via email
Answer: Well, Jesus, who was on the scene and rather smart, seems to have concluded differently than the preacher you mention. That said, we do not usually bring people with seizures to an exorcist, but seek always to rule out natural causes first. In rare cases, what manifests as seizures may have demonic causes, but not usually.
So, rather than second-guess Jesus, or consign biblical insights to "primitive" thinking, we do better to assess what is before us, humbly realizing that there are often many levels to human struggles. And while some ailments are simply physical in origin, some may include other dimensions as well.
Msgr. Charles Pope is the pastor of Holy Comforter-St. Cyprian in Washington, D.C., and writes for the Archdiocese of Washington, D.C., blog at blog.adw.org. Send questions to Pastoral Answers, Our Sunday Visitor, 200 Noll Plaza, Huntington, IN 46750 or to email@example.com. Letters must be signed, but anonymity may be requested.
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Duane E. Earl, 83, of Kimberling City, Mo., died at home Nov. 23, 2012.
Duane E. Earl, 83, of Kimberling City, Mo., died at home Nov. 23, 2012. The son of Edward and Ella (Neemann) Earl was born on July 6, 1929 in Nebraska City.
Duane had lived in the Kimberling City area for the past 20 years, coming from Kansas City, Mo. He served in the US Air Force, was a retired Federal Aviation administrator and was a member of First Christian Church, Kimberling City.
He was preceded in death by brother Richard Earl.
Survivors include nephew Lonnie Neeman and wife Lori of Nebraska City; sister in-law Doris Earl of Mulvane, Kan.; sister Karen S. Kilby of Lincoln; two nieces, Janelle Lacy and husband David of Nebraska City and Connie Ehlers and husband Clint of Nebraska City; six great nieces and nephews and a host of other relatives and friends.
A funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Tuesday, Nov. 27, in First Christian Church, Kimberling City, with Jerry Jenkins officiating, under the direction of Stumpff Funeral Homes.
Local services will be held at Gude Mortuary at 11 a.m. on Thursday, Nov. 29 with Rev. Rodger Good officiating. Burial will follow in Wyuka Cemetery at Nebraska City.
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Cloud computing and software-as-a-service (SaaS) IT models are revolutionizing most industry sectors around the world, and have had a profound impact on life sciences. This impact has been felt especially in the areas of sales and marketing. Traditional promotion strategies and modes of interaction with physicians have become increasingly ineffective for life sciences companies, but the cloud—specifically, SaaS solutions for sales, call centers and marketing campaign management—has improved productivity, variabilized cost bases and enabled teams to collaborate more effectively.
But now it gets harder. Life sciences companies looking to extend the cloud's impact into areas such as R&D and the supply chain are encountering legitimate concerns about protecting intellectual property and demonstrating compliance with industry regulations regarding privacy and reporting.
Fortunately, the cloud is growing in sophistication through better overall security and by offering solutions tailored specifically to particular industry needs. Life sciences companies now have the opportunity to accelerate their adoption of the cloud across broader parts of their organization and value chain—accelerating new-product development, improving patient outcomes and enabling expansion into new markets, all while reducing costs and creating a more agile operating model.
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There is quite a bit of interest in bringing a Wherigo Experience to the Boston area. These experiences have been very well received in the west and we need to be part of the action.
Go here to make your demand. Word is that if we get to 100 demands, Jeremy will take notice!
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Selena Gomez Falls Onstage While Performing 'Slow Down' [VIDEO]
Selena Gomez needs to 'Slow Down' and look where she is going -- literally.
The singer was performing her hit song of the same name at her Stars Dance concert in Fairfax, Va., when she tripped. Gomez stumbled thanks to a ledge on the stage and went down on her rear. The fall happened mid-song.
Before you get all "OMG, is she okay?" about it, remember this is Sel. She is a pro, and she rebounded like one. She resumed dancing like nothing had happened.
Sel took the tumble at the 3:27 mark of this video. The majority of the footage captured the high-energy nature of the concert and found the singer dancing in her glittery gold stage outfit and black boots, surrounded by dancers. Good times were being had on the stage and by the fans, as Sel shook her booty.
Gomez was jumping up and down and surrounded by falling confetti when she tripped on the raised stair, landing on her rump. Oopsie daisy.
A few fans reached up to help her, as did a security dude/stage hand, since that's his job.
Sel immediately resumed her choreography routine, and was blasted by a confetti machine, never missing a beat.
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Breaking NewsStone Temple Pilots front man Scott Weiland says he had NO IDEA his band was planning to fire him today ... but according to Scott, it doesn't matter ... because he can't be fired from a group HE created.
Scott just released a statement in response to STP's press release this morning -- in which the band claims they "officially terminated" Weiland from the group.
Scott said, "I learned of my supposed 'termination' from Stone Temple Pilots this morning by reading about it in the press."
He added, "Not sure how I can be 'terminated' from a band that I founded, fronted, and co-wrote many of its biggest hits, but that's something for the lawyers to figure out."
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NOTRE DAME, Ind. - Junior guard Jimmy Bartolotta has been named to the 2008 ESPN The Magazine Academic All-America First Team in men's basketball, as selected by the College Sports Information Directors of America (CoSIDA). Two days after being selected as a finalist for the prestigious Jostens Trophy, MIT's junior star earned additional plaudits after closing out a dazzling campaign in his third year.
Bartolotta was the only junior selected to the college division first team. A native of Littleton, Colo., Bartolotta maintains a converted 3.79 grade-point average while majoring in Management Science and Physics. Bartolotta averaged an Institute-record 23.9 points per game this season while moving into fourth place on the MIT all-time scoring list with 1,479. He finished the year as the NEWMAC scoring champion for the second consecutive season and was ranked among the conference leaders in every statistical category.
In addition to Bartolotta, Troy Ruths (Washington University), Eric Bieniasz (St. Norbert College), Steve Dagastino (College of Saint Rose), and Chris Pendleton (Southern Virginia University) were named to the first team. Ruths, who holds a 4.0 GPA in Computer Science while ranking second all-time in scoring for the Bears, was named Academic All-American of the Year for the second straight year.
The New England region earned two other selections as Andrew Harris of Middlebury and Ben Chase of Emerson were named to the second team.
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Since the program's inception in 1952, MIT has totaled the fourth-highest membership across all NCAA divisions and is the all-time Division III leader with 139 honors. Bartolotta's nod marks MIT's fifth selection this year.
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Second Coming of the Soma B-Side
Only MD and LG sizes available now.
The 650b MTB platform has not taken the mountain bikedom by storm. Are we surprised? Not really. Even back in 2007, we never thought or hoped it would supplant either of the more established tire sizes. We felt it had its place as the "happy medium".... a tire size that would be ride ideal for some riders... mainly those who felt (in their opinion) 29ers were a little to unwieldy and slow and were willing to give up a little of the 29ers rolling advantage to get back some of a manuevering quickness of a 26" bike. No doubt it has done just that for some mountain bikers. Some have said they won't be going back to 29ers or 26ers.
So that is why we are continuing with the B-Side, even if it doesn't sell as well as our Juice or Analog frames.
The version 2 B-Side still features our custom spec of double butted Tange Prestige heat-treated CrMo tubing. It does boast some notable upgrades, including Tange/IRD stainless steel sliding dropouts. These offer the rider single-speed and geared set up options with fewer hassles than a track-style "dropout" and lighter weight than an eccentric bottom bracket. The dropouts include eyelets for fenders, but there are no rack mounts. We don't expect too many to run fenders on this bike, but it doesn't hurt to include them.
We also tweaked the geometry so tall riders don't have to raise the seatpost quite as much (a comment from some owners). Some riders will still need a 400mm post. Other geometry changes include a shorter chainstays overall and a longer top tube on the 16.5". Integrated seat clamp is gone (again at the request of our fans).
The bike is still designed around the length of a White Brothers 80mm travel 650b fork; however we expect most folks to fit a 100mm travel 26" fork on the B-Side, which is about the same length.
If you are looking for top shelf hardtail option for 650b that's versatile, too, look no further than the new B-Side in its stately matte Gun Metal Blue finish. Sizes medium and large available now (no ETA on the other sizes) Geometry is posted below. We will not be including on the main site, until the new page design is ready. Sorry about that.
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Daddy Likes to Touch Me
I peed in my knickers today.
Hello. I'm Helen and I'm eleven. My daddy says I'm the prettiest girl in the world, but I don't think so. When I look in the mirror, I see a thin little girl with no boobs, narrow hips and skinny legs. I guess my face is O.K., `cos I have these big blue eyes, but I still look like a child. I can't wait for my titties and my pubic hair to grow and my body to get curvy. He says, "Thin little girls grow up to be super models. Don't be impatient. I love you like you are." One thing I do like about myself is my long blonde hair, almost down to my waist. I wear an Alice band or sometimes a ponytail. I have to comb it a lot. I hope Daddy's being serious about me being pretty, `cos none of the boys at my school pay any attention to me. Maybe it's the granny glasses that I have to wear. Those boys are all immature idiots, anyway, so I don't care.
We live in a suburban house with a big garden and swimming pool in a town in the Southeast of England.
I thought my Dad would be mad about me peeing in my knickers, but he was really cool about it. I told him I'd been taking a short-cut through the cemetery and I couldn't hold it any longer. I didn't want to squat and pull my knickers down `cos there were people around, so I just stood behind a gravestone, spread my feet apart and let it go. My knickers got soaked.
"It's O.K., sweetheart," he says, now that I`m home. "Lets see." He lifts up the front of my skirt and puts his hand between my legs and squishes my wet knickers. It feels kinda funny. "Wow, you are wet. Let's get you cleaned up and into some clean ones." He takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom. "Take your skirt and blouse off. Now sit on the toilet while I get your shoes and socks off. Are your socks wet?"
"No, Daddy." I can do all this stuff myself, but I like the attention. I sit with my knees apart while he removes my shoes and white knee socks.
"Now stand up." He pulls my wet knickers down and I step out of them. He's looking at my wet pee pee as I pull my vest over my head and shake my hair loose. "Jump in the shower, Helen, but don't get your hair wet." (It takes ages to dry it.) When I get out of the shower, he's rinsed out my knickers and hung them on the heated towel rail. He gets a big bath towel, wraps it round me and rubs me dry, all over, even between my legs, and gives me a big hug. "There we go, problem solved. Let's get you some clean knickers." In my bedroom, he gets a clean white pair from the stack of a dozen or so in my drawer and sits on the bed as I step close to him. He holds the knickers open and I step into them, and he pulls them up over my hips and he kisses my belly button.
"You're not mad at me are you, Daddy?"
"Of course not, darling. Accidents happen. Did anyone see you pee yourself?"
"I remember when I was a boy, about your age, and one of the girls in my class let me watch as she peed through her knickers. I thought it was naughty, but I liked watching her do it."
I giggle. "You're a naughty man." I put my vest back on, then pull my knickers down to my thighs so I can smooth the vest over my hips, then pull the knickers back up again. Daddy is watching me closely. I think he likes to watch me dress, `cos he's staring hard at me, with a funny smile on his face. Secretly, I like it when he looks at me like that.
"What should I wear?"
"I think you look pretty nice as you are, in your undies."
I'm not gonna sit around in my undies all evening. I don't want him to get too used to seeing me half dressed, it`ll spoil things. Maybe just now and then, to keep him interested. In my bedroom I put on a pale blue dress, very short, and look at myself in the mirror. You can just make out what I'm wearing through the thin material. He'll have to be content with that.
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It's now the following week and last night I told Daddy that my pee pee was itching and I had to scratch it all the time. Daddy wanted to look so I lifted my dress and pulled my knickers down until they fell to my ankles. I sat back down on the couch and spread my knees while he knelt between them and looked closely at my pee pee. "It's a bit red from where you've been rubbing it," he said. "We'll get you to the doctor tomorrow."
This morning he made an appointment and picked me up from school at lunchtime, to go to the doctor's office. I didn't like the doctor. I had to wear a stupid gown that was supposed to tie at the back, but it didn't. After he examined me, when I was getting dressed, I could overhear him talking to my dad and the doctor asked if I was having sex. My dad laughed. The doctor said something about my hymen being ruptured and asked if I rode a horse or did gymnastics. "She's on the school gym team," Daddy said, and that seemed to satisfy the doctor. He phoned in a prescription and on the way to the pharmacy, my dad explained that I probably had a yeast infection, no big deal and we would just apply an antibiotic for a few days.
Now we're home and Daddy's reading the fine print on the tube of cream we've picked up. "Apply three times a day to affected part for a full ten days," he reads out. "Do not discontinue when symptoms abate." He asks me to take my knickers off, but I want to get out of my school uniform so I take off my socks first `cos Daddy likes to look up my skirt when I lift my legs, then I take my blouse off and finally drop my skirt. He's giving me that special look as I drag my knickers down past my knees and sit down on the couch, my legs apart. He sits beside me and puts some of the cream on his middle finger. "Here we go," he says, reaches his hand between my legs spreads the cream over my slit. "We have to get some inside," he says, and pushes the tip of his finger into me and moves it around a little. He looks at me and asks, "Are you alright? Does it hurt?"
"No, it's fine."
"We have to get it in deep to kill all the yeast." He slowly pushes his finger in as far as it will go. It feels kinda nice, and a warm feeling spreads out from my tummy. His finger goes in and out half a dozen times, making sure the cream is properly applied, then he takes his finger out and slides it up and down my slit again. "There we go," he says. I could have done all this by myself, but I know he likes to touch me. He likes to pretend that touching me is no big deal but I know it's somehow special for him. It's the same thing when I let him see my in my knickers or naked. I make it look like an accident but I think we both know it isn't. I pull my knickers up to my thighs, then lift my hips and pull them all the way up, and tuck my vest in.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Is it still itching?"
"A bit, but it's O.K."
"We'll put some more on just before you go to bed."
In my room I select a pair of flowered print shorts and a matching top that comes down to just below my butt. First I remove my vest and put the top on. Then I put the shorts on and look at myself in the mirror. The top is a bit too long. I take the shorts off and look again. That's better. The top will do as a dress. I turn and bend over and look between my legs. The back of my knickers are totally visible. Daddy will like that. Later, when I'm sitting on the top step of the stairs with my knees apart, he walks slowly up and stops just below me.
"You are so beautiful, Helen. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Daddy."
Just before I go to bed, he puts more cream on. "The deeper it goes, the better," he says, pushing his finger in about a dozen times. It makes me feel all tingly inside.
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My alarm goes off and I jump out of bed, not bothering to catch an extra five minute snooze. I call downstairs where my dad is making breakfast. "Come and put some more cream on, Daddy."
"Go take a shower, pumpkin, then call me and I'll come up and do it."
I quickly shower and do all the other stuff I have to do, and put my school uniform on, except for my knickers. I call down and my dad comes up into my bedroom. I sit on the bed and lie back. He lifts my skirt up above my waist and starts spreading the cream on, and then the bit I love, when his finger goes in as far as he can push it. I close my eyes and let him do it. When he's finished, I give him a big smile, get up, open my knicker drawer and pull out a clean pair. I glance in the mirror and he's sucking the finger he'd put in me. It must taste funny. I turn to face him, lift my skirt and grip the hem with my teeth and slowly pull my knickers up. I know he likes to watch that. Then I give him a big kiss on the lips and go down to breakfast. I can't wait until after school when he'll touch me again.
* * *
This afternoon, when my dad gets home, I've changed out of my uniform into a sundress and my feet are bare. I'm sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework. "How was your day?" he asks.
"Fine. We had gym this afternoon. I'm working on a new move. You wanna see it?"
"Sure. D'you need some space?"
"The living room's O.K." We go into the living room and I drop to my knees and put my forearms down on the carpet. Then I lift my body up so that it's vertical, and I know I can hold the position for as long as I need. My dress falls down so that I can't see anything, but I know Daddy can see my knickers and vest right up to my armpits. I then lower one leg to the horizontal and the other leg the other way, so they are 180 degrees apart. I know that my knickers must be stretched over the part that Daddy shouldn't be looking at. Then I switch each leg for the other and hold the pose. Then I raise them vertically and go right over into the crab. Now comes the difficult bit. I have to straighten my elbows to make a full crab, but it takes a lot of strength and I can only just do it. Lastly I get my feet under me so I can come back to a standing position having completed a full 360.
"Bravo! That was amazing. You must have worked hard at that. I wish I'd thought to record it on the camcorder."
"I can do it again if you need me to."
"Would you? Hang on, I`ll get the camera."
I do the exercise all over again and my arms are so tired I'm not sure if I can do the last but, but I pull it off. I'm breathing hard as we sit on the couch and play it back in the camera's view screen and I have to say it does look good. In the crab position, my knickers are stretched so tight they show off the shape of my slit. Daddy gives me a hug. "Thank you so much, my darling. I do believe you look a lot sexier in your undies than you do when I see you with nothing on." I give him a kiss and I'm smiling inside. "Let's try something else, Helen." He lies on his back on the floor and has me stand with my legs either side of his head. I know that he now has a perfect view up my skirt. Then he puts his arms in the "I surrender" position and asks me to lean forward, place my hands on his raised knees and stand on his hands. Then, with a grunt, he pushes my feet up until his arms are straight. "That's like a push-up in reverse," he groans. "Let's see how many I can do." After five he as to give up, but he's been enjoying the view of my knickers. I'm doing my best to keep him happy.
* * *
It's a hot afternoon, after school, and my dad and I are sitting by the pool in the back garden, under a big tree. "I'm gonna swim," I say, "but I have to take a pee first."
"Why not pee in the pool?" he says. He's in his underpants, a pair of white cotton low-rise briefs. They have no fly and I'm looking at the big bulge in the front. My dad looks pretty hot with his hard stomach muscles and big hard thighs.
"We're not supposed to pee in the pool."
He grins. "That's for public pools where there's lots of people. Here there's just you and me. I pee in the pool all the time." I have to smile. "Would you do something for me?"
"Remember the other day when I told you about watching a little girl pee through her knickers and it looked so erotic? Would you re-create that moment for me." I laugh `cos I think it's funny.
"Of course. Whatever you want."
"Let's go and stand on the lawn, and your pee can fertilize the grass." He takes my hand and leads me out on to the lawn and I stand with my feet apart. "Lift you dress up a bit, so I can see." I lift my dress high up around my waist so he can see as much as he wants. I try to pee, but it won't come. A minute ago I was bursting. "Don't strain, just relax and let it happen." Then it starts to come and the front of my knickers gets a big wet patch, and it starts to drip down between my thighs and soon it's pouring out. Dad reaches out his hand and puts it in the stream of pee, which now splashes on to my thighs. It feels nice and warm. Then he brings his hand up and cups my crotch, squeezing the loose, wet cotton. He has a big smile on his face and I look down and I can see that he's peeing too, a big stream of pee falling on to the grass.
"You like this, don't you, Daddy?"
"I love it. It's that naughty, forbidden feeling. It's like being a little schoolboy all over again. Are you going to spank me for being a bad boy?"
I laugh. "Don't be silly. Little girls don't spank their dads, it's the other way round." His eyes light up. Then I'm finished and he gives my panties a couple of rubs, then lifts his hand up to his mouth and licks it."
"Ugh! That must taste nasty!"
"Nothing from you could taste nasty, my sweetheart. Let's get really wet."
We jump in the pool and swim around, and then I do my favourite pool thing which is to put my arms round his neck and my legs round his hips and hold him close. I can feel his bulge pressing against my pee pee and it feels nice. When we get out of the pool I can see his thing through the wet cotton of his briefs. I know he can see my pee pee in the same way and I like that.
* * *
A couple of weeks have gone by and the anitibiotic cream is all used up. I knew it was too good to last. My dad doesn't touch me there any more. He did come into the bathroom one evening while I was lying in the tub. I never lock the door and often leave it open. He stood and looked at me, the water barely covering me, my knees slightly apart, my whole body on display for him. "Helen, you are so beautiful. You could never know how much I love you."
"How much, Daddy?" I wanted to keep him talking.
"More than the whole world. More than life itself."
"I love you too, Daddy. Give me a kiss?"
He bent down over the tub and kissed me on the lips. I hoped he'd touch me, but he didn't, just smiled and left.
Now were sitting on the couch, watching TV. I'm not paying much attention, I'm more interested in my dad. I'm snuggled up beside him, one thigh thrown across his, my legs apart. I want him to touch me down there.
"It's a pity the cream all got used up," I say. "It was nice when you were putting it on me."
"You shouldn't be saying things like that, I'm your dad, remember."
"That's why I say them. I wouldn't say anything like that to anyone else."
"You wouldn't tell anyone about me putting cream inside you, would you? It had to be my finger, `cos it`s longer than yours and we had to get it right up inside you."
"Of course I won't tell. That's just between you and me. I'll tell you a secret." I put my lips close to his ear and whisper, "I hope I get another yeast infection so you can take care of me again."
I can tell he's grinning. "You bad girl."
"In fact, I could go to the organic food store where they sell yeast and buy some and put it in my pee pee, then you'd have to put some more cream in there. It felt so good when you put your finger in me."
He laughs. "You bad, bad girl. For that I have to spank you." He pulls me across his knee and pulls my dress right up exposing my knickers, then gives me a few playful slaps on my bum. I'm giggling as I stand up, lift my dress up, turn my back on him and bend over.
"You have to kiss it better, Daddy." He places a kiss on each cheek and then I sit down on his knee with my back against his chest, my legs either side of his thighs. He puts his hands on my waist and I'm hoping he'll slide his hands down and touch me on my knickers between my legs, but it doesn't happen. Maybe another time.
* * *
Dad's sister Vera comes for a visit. She's O.K. but I'd rather be alone with Daddy. She's staying the night and says it'll be fine if she sleeps on the couch. Daddy says that as I have a queen size bed, she can sleep with me. When we go to bed, I change into my nightie and take my knickers off, but Vera just undresses all the way and climbs into bed naked. I put out the light and we lie there talking for a while. Then she rolls over so she's lying right next to me and puts her arm round me so her hand is on my chest. I don't really mind. Her hand slides down on to my tummy and then farther down until she's touching my slit. I wish it were Daddy doing this, but it still feels nice. She starts to stroke my slit with her finger and I roll on to my back and part my legs to give her better access. She's breathing real fast, and then she takes my hand and places it between her legs.
Suddenly, it feels all wrong. If Daddy were doing this, I'd be so happy, but it's not. It's like I'm betraying him. My body belongs to him and nobody else. I roll away from her. "I'm sorry," I say, "I can't do this."
"It's O.K., darling. I shouldn't have done that. We'll keep it as our secret, all right?"
"I suppose so." I move over to the far edge of the bed, and it takes a long time for me to get to sleep.
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It's after school and Daddy's cooking. "Sweetheart, I need that saute pan that's on top of the cupboard over the fridge." It's just below the ceiling and I have to slip my shoes off before I climb on to the kitchen counter to get it. I turn to face outwards and Daddy puts his arms round my knees to help me down. He takes my weight, steps back and slowly releases his grip so I slide down. His face is right in my crotch and the skirt of my dress is caught on his head. He stays like that for a few seconds, and I can hear him inhaling.
"You smell so nice," he says, wiggling his nose from side to side against the cotton crotch of my knickers. Then he cries, "Ouch, my back!" He hurriedly lets me slide down till my feet hit the floor and he arches his back and says, "I've pulled a muscle or something. I gotta lie down flat." He goes into the living room and lies flat on the carpet with his knees up. I come in and stand beside his head. He may be in pain but I'm sure he'll still like a nice look up my dress.
"Are you O.K., Daddy?"
"Just gimme a couple of minutes and I should be fine. Get me the camera. It's on the end table. I hand him the camera and I know what he wants, so I stand with my feet either side of his head. "Ooh, perfect," he says and the flash goes off a couple of times.
"Would you like a close up?" I ask his, and kneel down with my crotch just above his face.
"It may be a bit too close to focus, but let's try." The flash goes off again and he says, "It's a bit blurry but the other two were fine." I lean forward and lie on top of him, my knees beside his chest. I drop my head until my cheek is resting on the bulge in his pants and I lower my hips until I feel his face just where I like it, his mouth right were my little slit is waiting. I wiggle my hips from side to side and feel his nose rubbing against my bum hole. Then I can feel his tongue pushing at me and I cup my hands across his bulge and give it a squeeze. We stay like that for about a minute, and then he says, "You'd better get up. The pie's still in the oven, and it's gonna burn." As he gets slowly to his feet, he says, "We don't want to get carried away."
Wrong, Daddy! I do want to get carried away.
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I'm in the den and I can see the power light on the computer monitor, so I press the space bar. The computer lights up with a list of jpegs. I start the slide-show and it displays picture after picture of young girls, some in their underwear, some entirely naked. Many of the poses are quite naughty, legs spread wide apart, skirts lifted to show knickers, one with her knickers down at mid thigh, showing off her slit. They're all very young and none are older than I am. My dad comes in.
"You shouldn't be looking at those. They're private."
"But you left the computer on standby, Daddy, I just hit a key, that's all."
"Nevertheless, they're mine."
"They're all so pretty. Are they off the internet?"
"Yes, but none of them is as pretty as you."
"If you want pictures like these, you can take some of me. I can pose just as nicely as those girls. I'd really like to do it, please, Daddy."
"O.K., lets do it in your bedroom." He goes and gets the camera and we go into my bedroom, where I do a sexy strip-tease for him, first sitting on the bed taking off my shoes, so that he can get some good looks up my skirt, then I stand up and lift my dress up under my chin, showing off my knickers up to the waist. Then I pull my dress over my head so he can photograph me in my knickers and vest, which I know he likes. I do some nice poses, some lying down with legs apart, some bent over showing my bum and one with the crotch of my knickers pulled to one side so he can see my slit. All the time I have a big, happy smile on my face. I really am enjoying have my Daddy looking at me like he wants to eat me. I stand up and pull my knickers down to mid thigh while he clicks a lot of close-ups, then I lift my vest to show off my nipples. Then I take it off and parade around while he continues to click. At last I let my knickers fall, step out of them and stand with my legs wide apart. All I have on is my knee socks. More close-ups, then I lie down again and spread my legs as wide as they will go. Daddy moves around, getting pictures from all angles, then he takes one final shot of my slit from about a foot away. Then I jump to my feet, throw my arms around him and kiss him on the lips.
"Are you happy now, Daddy?"
"More than you can know, my darling. You're magnificent."
"You're not gonna put these on the internet, are you?"
"I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart. I love you and you belong to me and only me." We download the camera into his computer and look at all the shots. I really do look sexy, as though I am saying `you can do anything you want to me'.
* * *
Later, we're sitting in the living room. "Daddy, you know the sex-ed book you gave me to read?"
"Yes, sweetpea?"
"I was reading about circumcision and I don't really understand it. Do they cut the ends off the baby's penis?" My dad laughs.
"No, darling, just the foreskin."
"Well some do it for religious reasons, but there's no medical reason for it. I think of it as mutilation and it should be banned except under special circumstances."
"I still don't understand exactly what it is they cut. Can you show me?" He pulls down his shorts and underpants, and I look at his dick. It's a little bigger than when I see him in the shower, and he takes hold of the tip.
"This is the foreskin, see, it's loose and not very sensitive." Then he rolls it all the way back as far as it will go. "This is what a circumcised penis looks like." By now, it's getting really big. "This is the glans, and it's very sensitive." He rolls the skin forward again. "They cut around here."
"It's really neat, the way it slides back and forth," I say. "When you do that, it's masturbation, right? I know all about that." He gives his dick a few strokes.
"Yes, like this."
"Can I do it?"
"Well. . ." Before he can stop me I've taken hold of his dick and started to move my hand up and down. It feels hard and soft at the same time. His head falls back, and I know he likes what I'm doing. There's an exciting aroma coming from his dick and I inhale it eagerly. I keep stroking him for about half a minute until he says, "You'd better stop. You don't want to make me cum. You know what cumming is, don't you?"
"Of course I do. It's when you have an orgasm and semen shoots out."
"Little girls shouldn't be wanking their daddies."
"Well, I won't tell anyone. Do you masturbate, Daddy?"
"Yes, from time to time. It's not a bad thing, but it's private."
"Does it feel the same way I feel when I touch myself in bed at night?"
"Just like that, and it gets better and better until you cum. Touching yourself is a good thing, but only when you`re alone."
"Or with you, Daddy. I know about orgasms, but I haven't had one yet, even when you were putting that cream inside me."
He murmurs something. I think it's "Soon, Baby, soon."
* * *
Just before I go to bed, I hear Daddy go into the bathroom and the shower starts to run. I go into my bedroom and take my dress off, then I open the bathroom door. There's no lock on it. He's in the shower and the room is beginning to steam up. I pull my knickers down and sit on the toilet and have a pee. I stay there until he comes out of the shower.
"I didn't hear you come in, Helen." He starts to dry himself. The toilet is right next to the shower and he's standing right in front of me. I'm looking at his dick, which is soft.
"I had to pee. Listen, Daddy, when I was reading that sex-ed book, there's a chapter on oral sex. It was really interesting and I was wondering what it tastes like."
"Little girls shouldn't be. . . " I don't give him time to finish, I just grab his hips and pull him towards me. I think his dick is absolutely magnificent. I take hold of it. It's not quite rock hard yet and soft to the touch, and I love the way the skin slides back and forth. I could spend the whole day just looking at it, with its moist head peeping from his foreskin. I put my mouth over it. It feels silky smooth and doesn't taste of anything. It immediately begins to get harder, which gives me intense pleasure, knowing that he's getting stiff because of me. I pull his foreskin back a little and run my tongue over the head. Now it's as stiff as an iron bar. I clamp my lips round his shaft and bob my head up and down, masturbating him, while my hand cups his balls, so nice and smooth. Every few seconds, I take it out of my mouth and give it a dozen or so strokes with my hand, then put it back in again, careful not to let my teeth touch it. His hips are thrusting forward and I hold still, letting him make love to my mouth. Suddenly he pulls it out and a big blob of semen lands on my cheek. I grab hold of his dick and feel it pulsing while another three or four blobs of cum shoot from it. One lands on my vest, one on my arm and the last dribble coats my hand. I look up at him and lick it off my fingers.
"It tastes nice and creamy, Daddy. Next time I want to taste it all." He's speechless.
* * *
My dad's sitting by the pool when I come home from school today. I grab a coke from the fridge and come out into the back yard. It's a blistering hot day and I'm all sweaty. "I'm gonna swim, Daddy."
"Hi, sweetheart. Go right ahead. I'll just watch." He loves to watch. I take my shoes of first, as usual, so he can get his customary up-skirt view, then my skirt and blouse, then my vest, taking my sweet time, loving how he stares at me. Then down come my knickers, very slowly and seductively, and I turn and bend over as I step out of them, giving him a nice look at my bum. Then I sit and take my knee socks off, spreading my legs as wide as they will go, showing off my pee pee. I lean back, propped on my elbows, exposing my most private part for him. His dick makes a big bulge in the briefs he's wearing. Then I jump in the pool and cool off. After a minute, I climb out and kneel down by his feet.
"I want to see your cock, Daddy. Stay still while I take your underpants off." I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull his briefs down. His stiff cock jumps out, giving me a huge thrill. I just gaze at it for several seconds. It's moving slightly in time with his pulse. I'm totally in love with his cock and I want him to know it, so I lean forward and place a kiss on the tip. Then I straddle him, sitting with my pee pee right on his cock, and move my hips about.
"Oh, you gorgeous little slut," he says with a big grin. "You're driving me fucking crazy." He's used the F word!
"I like being a slut, Daddy. I'm your slut, yours only." I wriggle forward, bringing by pee pee nearer and nearer to his face, until I feel his mouth on me, his tongue probing and then licking me up and down. My head is in a whirl and I feel like I might faint. I reach behind me, take hold of his cock and gently stroke it. He doesn't last very long. I can feel it pulsing as he cums, and I can feel a blob of semen trickling down my back. I jump off him, spin around and take his cock in my mouth, licking all the cum off it. I love it. Next time I want to have all his cum in my mouth and I'm going to swallow it. I think he'll like that.
* * *
I'm lying in bed, with just a sheet covering me up to my waist. It's too hot to wear a nightie. Daddy comes to tuck me in and kiss me goodnight. He's wearing an old pair of boxers he likes to sleep in. As he leans over to kiss me, I push the sheet down, exposing my naked torso. As he looks at it, I can see his cock getting stiff in his underpants.
"Daddy, will you sleep here with me tonight?"
He hesitates. "Why not. It's a nice big bed. Move over."
"It's too hot to wear anything. Take your boxers off." He slides them off and his cock is now rock hard. He lies down beside me and I just have to grab his dick and caress it. It's such a thrilling feeling to touch him down there, his cock and his balls, and know how excited it makes him. He kicks the sheet off and slides down the bed and buries his face between my legs. I feel as though I'm on fire, my heart is hammering. He licks and probes me, pushing his tongue as far in as he can. With my hands on the back of his head, I pull him into me. After a minute or so, he comes up for air and rolls on to his back, his cock standing up like a flagpole. I look at it for a few seconds, the most beautiful sight in the whole world, then I roll on top of him, bring my knees up and rub my pee pee against his cock. He's groaning and thrusting his hips up against me. I lift myself up, reach down and grasp his rigid cock. I lower myself down until the tip is poking at me pee pee, and then, gazing into his eyes, I say, "Do it to me, Daddy, do it to me!" He thrusts upwards just as I'm lowering myself on to him and his cock goes smoothly into my wet pee pee, all the way in, right up to the hilt. An explosion of feeling ripples through my whole body, and I start to lift myself up and down. Suddenly, his cock slips out of me, and in a panic, I grab it and push it back in.
"Hold, still, Honey, let me do it to you," he groans, and I let him do all the work, thrusting and lunging upwards, penetrating me deeply, filling me up with his love.
"I love you, Daddy, I love you so much!" I gasp, my head thrown back. Then I feel his cock pulsing and I know he's cumming and at the same time, a wave of ecstasy breaks over my, spreading out from my loins through all my body, like nothing I have ever felt before. So this is an orgasm, I think. It's more than I expected it to be. I want to do this again and again, as often as I can with the daddy I love so much. Out of breath, I lift myself off his dick and lie back on the bed.
"And you know I love you too, don't you, my darling? Now you know how much."
I take hold of his hand and place it between my legs. He'll like that.
Daddy likes to touch me.
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Rylan wrote:bhaw wrote:You don't like the "if you don't like it, don't buy it" argument because it's simple and straight forward. By discounting that argument, all you are saying is that you want to complain and hang it on "principals." If you had your own principals, you would stop buying your tickets and watch from home. Clearly the price hikes are merely a mild annoyance at this point, and not a true point of disgust as you (general you to those saying it) claim.
FYI, I'm not a kid... I can easily say that you are a "kid" because instead of facing reality, all you want to do is belabor on about "principals" that aren't really principals. If my cable company hiked up my monthly bill 30%, and I thought it was that big of an issue, I'd cancel. If I just want to complain that it should be cheaper, it's just that... complaining.
But please, continue to discount the most logical argument because you can't respond to it and call everyone "kids" instead. That is the equivalent of "you never played hockey, so you can't possibly understand" retort.
It seriously reminds me of people that just constantly complain about their job every single day. Then when you tell them "you don't have to work here," their only response is "I have to work somewhere and this place is run by idiots."
Well, yes... you probably need to work somewhere (assuming you aren't independently wealthy), but you most certainly don't have to work there. Problem is you are complaining just to complain, and the issues aren't big enough to motivate you to get up and start looking for a new job.
Same application... if it was truly disgusting, you would invest your entertainment dollars elsewhere.


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Chowan County Government:
LAND AREA: 172.47 square miles
White: 62.5%
Black/African American: 34.2%
American Indian: 0.5%
Asian: 0.4%
Pacific Islander: 0.2%
Two or more races: 1.2%
Hispanic/Latino: 3.5% (of any race)
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REGION: Coastal Plain
RIVER BASIN: Chowan
NEIGHBORING COUNTIES: Bertie, Gates, Hertford, Perquimans
Chowan County, known as the "cradle of the colony," is located in the Coastal Plain region of northeastern North Carolina. The county was formed in 1668 by English settlers and was originally called Shaftesbury Precinct of Albemarle County. It was renamed Chowan Precinct around 1681 for the Chowan River, itself named for the Chowanoac Indians who inhabited the region. Chowan County is partially bordered by the Albemarle Sound and the Chowan River. The county seat, Edenton, was known as the Town on Queen Anne's Creek until it was incorporated as Edenton in 1722; the city is named for Charles Eden, a North Carolina royal governor. Edenton served as the capital of the colony of North Carolina from 1722 to 1743. It was also the location of the famous Edenton Tea Party (25 Oct. 1774) at which a group of Edenton women pledged unity against oppressive British rule as part of the foment leading up to the American Revolution. Other communities in Chowan County include Tyner, Ryland, Valhalla, and Hancock.
Chowan County, where pride of place is a distinguishing trait, has been called an "architectural treasure house." With Historic Edenton State Historic Site as its center, the county is home to a number of structures that were built more than 200 years ago. These historic places include St. Paul's Church (ca. 1736), the Chowan County Courthouse (1767), the James Iredell House (ca. 1773), the Cupola House (ca. 1758), the Barker House (1782), the Williams-Flurry House (ca. 1779), and Bennett's Inn (ca. 1765). Harriet Jacobs, a fugitive slave, lived her early life in Edenton and depicted that life in her memoir, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl (1861). Chowan County also hosts many annual events and festivals, such as the Tea Party Celebration, the Peanut Festival, and the Edenton Christmas Candlelight Tour.
Notable physical features of Chowan County's geography include Edenton Bay, Bear Swamp, Dillard Mill Pond, Bluff Point, and Cherry Point. Among the county's agricultural products are oats, tobacco, wheat, sweet potatoes and Irish potatoes, cotton, sorghum, chickens, and beef cattle. Its manufactured products include elastics, fishmeal, motor yachts, and carded cotton. The population of Chowan County was estimated to be 14,400 in 2004.
Annotated history of Chowan County's formation:
For an annotated history of the county's formation, with the laws affecting the county, boundary lines and changes, and other origin information, visit these references in The Formation of the North Carolina Counties (Corbitt, 2000), available online at North Carolina Digital Collections (note, there may be additional items of interest for the county not listed here):
County formation history: http://digital.ncdcr.gov/cdm/ref/collection/p16062coll9/id/289839
Index entry for the county: http://digital.ncdcr.gov/cdm/ref/collection/p16062coll9/id/290077
Thomas C. Parramore, Cradle of the Colony: The History of Chowan County and Edenton (1967).
Additional resources:
Corbitt, David Leroy. 2000. The formation of the North Carolina counties, 1663-1943. http://digital.ncdcr.gov/cdm/ref/collection/p16062coll9/id/290103 (accessed June 20, 2017).
Chowan County Government: http://www.chowancounty-nc.gov/
Edenton-Chowan County Tourism Development Authority: http://www.visitedenton.com/
DigitalNC, Chowan County: http://digitalnc.org/counties/chowan-county
North Carolina Digital Collections (explore by place, time period, format): http://digital.ncdcr.gov/cdm/home/browse
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Need to know names and dates of first PUGH inhabitants of Chowan and other N. C. Counties for research project.
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It sounds like you're looking for information on the surname "Pugh". Is that correct? If so, you may want to contact Genealogical Services at the NC Government & Heritage Library (at the State Library of NC). Please visit this page for contact information http://statelibrary.ncdcr.gov/contact.html. And here is a link to the Genealogical Services information page -- http://statelibrary.ncdcr.gov/ghl/resources/genealogy.html. You'll finding a listing of the services, types of information, and databases provided at the Government & Heritage Library in Raleigh.
And here is a link to digitized family history information related to the "Pugh" family in North Carolina (from the collections of the Government & Heritage Library. This does not represent all of the information that might be related to the Pugh family, but it may be useful to get you started -- http://digital.ncdcr.gov/cdm/search/collection/p15012coll1/searchterm/Pugh/field/all/mode/all/conn/and/cosuppress/.
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Moody's Mega Math (M3) Challenge is a high school math competition that spotlights applied mathematics as a powerful problem-solving tool, as a viable and exciting profession, and as a vital contributor to advances in an increasingly technical society. Open to juniors and seniors attending schools from Maine to Florida, the M3 Challenge is entirely Internet-based and free of entry and participation fees. High schools may enter up to two teams of three to five students who must choose the day they wish to work on Challenge weekend (March 6-7, 2010). Teams have 14 hours (7:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.) to solve an open-ended, realistic, applied math-modeling problem focused on a real-world issue and while they can work from any location they choose and can use any free and publicly available resources, they may not discuss any aspect of the problem with, or seek help from, their coach or anyone other than their teammates.
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