At times nature can be cruel but there is also a raw beauty, and even a certain justice manifested within that cruelty. The crocodile, one of the oldest and ultimate predators, normally considered the 'apex predator', can still fall victim to implemented 'team work' strategy, made possible due to the tight knit social structure and survival of the pack mentality bred into the canines. See the remarkable photograph attached, courtesy of Nature Magazine. Note that the Alpha dog has a muzzle hold on the croc' preventing it from breathing, while another dog has a hold on the tail to keep it from thrashing. The third dog attacks the soft underbelly of the croc'.
Discrimination is the prejudicial treatment of a person or a group of people based on certain characteristics.
Diskriminierung ist eine gruppenspezifische Benachteiligung oder Herabwürdigung von Gruppen oder Individuen.
A class of five-year old schoolchildren return to the classroom after playing in the playground during their break time. The teacher says to the first child ''Hello Becky, what have you been doing this Playtime?'' Becky replies ''I have been playing in the sand box.''
''Very good,'' says the teacher ''if you can spell 'sand' on the blackboard, I will give you a biscuit.'' Becky duly goes and writes's-a-n-d'on the blackboard. ''Very good,'' says the teacher and gives Becky a biscuit.
The teacher then says,''Freddie, what have you been doing in your playtime?'' Freddie replies, ''Playing with Becky in the sand box.''
''Very good,'' says the teacher, ''if you can spell 'box' on the blackboard,I will also give you a biscuit.'' Freddie duly goes and writes'b-o-x'on the blackboard. ''Very good,'' says the teacher and gives Freddie a biscuit.
Teacher then says, ''Hello Mohammed, have you been playing in the sand box with Becky and Freddie?''
''No,'' replies Mohammed, ''I wanted to, but they would not let me. Every time I went near them they startedthrowing sand at me, calling me nasty names and asking to see under my jacket in case I had explosives."
''Oh dear,'' says the teacher, ''that sounds like blatant racial discrimination to me - I'll tell you what, if you can spell 'blatant racial discrimination" I will give you a biscuit.''
I bought a new Lexus 455lxs but returned to the dealer the next day to complain that I couldn't figure out how the radio worked. The salesman explained that the radio was voice activated.
"Watch this!" he said, "Nelson"! The Radio replied, "Ricky or Willie?"
"Willie!" he continued and "On the Road Again" came from the speakers.
Then he said, "Ray Charles!", and in an instant "Georgia on My Mind" replaced Willie Nelson.
I drove away happy, and for the next few days, every time I'd say, "Beethoven," I'd get beautiful classical music, and if I said, "Beatles," I'd get one of their awesome songs.
Yesterday, a couple ran a red light and nearly creamed my new car, but I swerved in time to avoid them.
I yelled at them, "Ass Holes!"
Immediately the Australian National Anthem began to play, sung by Thabo Mbeki and Jacob Zuma, backed up by Robert Mugabe and The Zanu PF, with Alec Erwin on guitar, Robert McBride on drums, Jackie Selebi on harmonica, Judge John Hlope on tambourine, George Bush on sax and Dr Manto-Tshabalala Msimang on scotch...
A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem.
The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.
Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."
That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?"
No response.
So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?"
Still no response.
Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, "Honey, what's for dinner?"
Again he gets no response.
So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again there is no response.
So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"
Strange but true (bis 1994 hatten sie darum gekämpft, als "weiße" eingestuft zu werden):
Sie wollen nicht mehr farbig sein und reichen deshalb Klage ein: Jetzt hat ein Gericht die rund 10 000 Chinesen in Südafrika tatsächlich als Schwarze eingestuft. Die Einwanderer litten, wie alle Nichtweißen, während der Apartheid unter Diskriminierungen, bis die Demokraten den Rassismus 1994 zumindest offiziell abschafften - die Chinesen allerdings galten weiterhin als "farbig" und bekamen im Gegensatz zu Schwarzen, Indern und gemischtrassigen Menschen keine Entschädigung. Nach dem Grundsatzurteil bekommen auch die Chinesen ihr Geld. - uk
Strange but true (before 1994, the Chinese struggled to be classified as "white")
The ruling yesterday is the culmination of an eight-year struggle by the Chinese Association of South Africa (Casa) to obtain clarity from the Government as to the status of Chinese people since the end of white rule in 1994. Patric Chong, the chairman of Casa, said: “As Chinese South Africans we were officially classified as ‘Coloured’ and suffered under the same discriminatory laws prior to 1994. The logical inference was thus that Chinese South Africans would automatically qualify for the same benefits as the ‘Coloured’ group, post1994. This was not the case and Chinese South Africans suffered a second round of unfair discrimination.” In a landmark ruling the Pretoria High Court accepted the Chinese as a “previously disadvantaged” group. This means that – at least in legal terms – Chinese South Africans will now be included in the definition of black people in legislation covering lucrative black economic empowerment (BEE) deals. From The Times, June 19, 2008
n-tv.de Samstag, 31. Mai 2008 Liebe über den Zaun Schwule Zebras endlich vereint
Ein vierjähriges Flirten über trennende Zäune hinweg hat für ein liebestolles schwules Zebra-Paar in Südafrika nun ein Happy End. Jeden Morgen standen die Hengste auf der jeweiligen Seite ihres Zauns, begrüßten sich laut schnaubend und grasten dann abseits ihrer Herden in Sichtweite des jeweils anderen. "Viele Passanten hielten mit ihren Fahrzeugen an und fragten, was es mit den beiden Verliebten auf sich habe", erklärte Wildpark-Besitzer Barry Jacobs aus dem Ort White Rivers.
Jacobs beschloss schließlich, das Zebra von der anderen Straßenseite zu kaufen und in seine Herde zu integrieren. Beide Zebras stürmten sofort ausgelassen gemeinsam in den Busch. Seitdem seien die beiden unzertrennlich. Jacobs: "Sie hätten das Glück erleben sollen, als wir sie losließen. Sie küssten und beschnupperten sich und sprachen regelrecht miteinander."
This is simply great!! Listen to the radio cut of a call to the Zimbabwe Embassy 2008-03-14 at 14-38-29 in the video above! What a fair election! *g*
Dies hier ist einfach Einmalig!! Hört Euch den Radio Ausschnitt im Video hier oben, bezüglich Telefonat mit der Ambassade in Zimbabwe vom 14. März 2008 um 14Uhr38 an! Das nennt man eine gerechte Wahl! *g*
Herzlichen Dank an Michael - bald haben wir einen Repräsentanten der Zanu-PF vor unserer Tür *g*
The official results of Zimbabwe's 29 March presidential election have been announced after a long delay. They say opposition leader Morgan Tsvangirai gained the most votes but fell just short of the 50% needed to win outright, so he will face a run-off against President Robert Mugabe.
What happens next? Mr Tsvangirai and Mr Mugabe will face each other in a head-to-head second round run-off scheduled for 27 June.
Was the election free and fair? The 29 March elections were the most peaceful since the MDC emerged to challenge Mr Mugabe in 1999. Opposition candidates were able to campaign around the country, even in previously no-go areas - although this has since changed. It is not clear if the first round results were tampered with - the MDC said Mr Tsvangirai gained 50.3% - not a massive difference from the official tally of 47.9%, but a crucial one. Projections by independent monitors were pretty close to the official results, which show that Mr Mugabe gained 43.2%. However, one MDC official says he has doubts about a block of 120,000 votes for Mr Mugabe, which he says were enough to prevent Mr Tsvangirai winning outright. While the first round was relatively peaceful, the MDC complained about the electoral roll, saying there were many thousands of "ghost voters". These are the names of dead people or people who have registered from addresses where there are no buildings. It would not be possible to update the roll in time for a run-off, so the "ghost voters" could emerge as an issue again.
Will the run-off be free and fair? Probably not - the mood has really changed, since it became obvious that Mr Mugabe had not won. There are numerous, credible reports that opposition activists have been assaulted and some killed by ruling party militants. Mr Tsvangirai says MDC structures have been systematically targeted in some parts of the country - mostly rural areas which have switched away from Mr Mugabe's Zanu-PF party. The MDC says that at least 20 of its supporters have been killed and several hundred forced to flee their homes. The MDC says the results were deliberately delayed to give ruling party militants to carry out these attacks. This is denied by Zanu-PF, which says the scale of the violence has been exaggerated and accuses the MDC of being behind some attacks.
Mugabe dies and goes to heaven. When he gets there, St.Peter tells him that he is not on the list and he does not belong in heaven. Mugabe must go to hell. So Mugabe goes to hell where Satan gives him a hearty welcome and tells him to make himself at home. Then Mugabe notices that he left his luggage in heaven and tells Satan, who says "No problem, I'll send a couple of little devils to get your stuff." When the little devils get to heaven they find the gates are locked St.Peter is having lunch - and they start debating what to do. Finally one comes up with the idea that they should go over the wall and get the luggage. As they are climbing the wall, two little angels see them, and one angel says to the other, "My Lord, look at that! Mugabe has been in hell no more than ten minutes and we're already getting refugees!"
Wie gut, dass das Wetter nun langsam wieder besser wird und man an der frischen Luft seinen sportlichen Ausgleich finden kann! Da sind gefahren der körperlichen Verletzungen mit solchen Geräten wie hier oben mit falscher Bedienung nahezu ausgeschlossen *g*
Ein toller Vorschlag, wie das Leben eigentlich ablaufen sollte, wurde mir zugeschickt und hat mich mal wieder richtig zum lachen gebracht.
Lieber Gott, hier ein kleiner Verbesserungsvorschlag:
Das Leben sollte mit dem Tod beginnen - und nicht andersherum! Stell Dir das mal vor: Du liegst six feet under, es ist dunkel und muffig und dann gräbst Du dich dem Licht entgegen.
Dort angekommen gehst Du ins Altersheim, es geht Dir von Monat zu Monat besser und wirst dann rausgeschmissen, weil Du zu jung wirst, spielst danach ein paar Jahre Golf bei fetter Rente, kriegst eine goldene Uhr vom Arbeitgeber und fängst gaaaanz laaangsam an zu arbeiten.
Nachdem Du damit durch bist, geht's auf die Uni. Du hast inzwischen genug Geld, um das Studentenleben in Saus und Braus zu genießen, nimmst Drogen, hast nix als Frauen bzw. Männer im Kopf und säufst dir ständig die Hucke voll. Wenn Du davon so richtig stumpf geworden bist, wird es Zeit für die Schule, die natürlich mit einer einwöchigen Klassenfahrt ins benachbarte Ausland beginnt.
In der Schule wirst Du von Jahr zu Jahr blöder, bis Du schließlich auch hier rausfliegst, natürlich mit einer riesigen Tüte voller Süßigkeiten. Danach spielst Du ein paar Jahre im Sandkasten, anschließend dümpelst Du neun Monate in einer Gebärmutter herum und beendest dein Leben als ORGASMUS!
Chinese Proverb: "When someone shares something of value with you, and you benefit from it, you have a moral obligation to share it with others."
The love story of Ralph and Edna
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.
When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, Since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. The bad news is...Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.' Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?'
The fortunes of Zimbabwe have for almost three decades been tied to President Robert Mugabe, the pro-independence campaigner who wrested control from a small white community and became the country's first black leader.
Now, he presides over a nation whose economy is in tatters, where poverty and unemployment are endemic and political strife and repression commonplace.
For years it was a major tobacco producer and a potential bread basket for surrounding countries.
But the forced seizure of almost all white-owned commercial farms, with the stated aim of benefiting landless black Zimbabweans, led to sharp falls in production and precipitated the collapse of the agriculture-based economy. The country has endured rampant inflation and critical food and fuel shortages.
Many Zimbabweans survive on grain handouts. Others have voted with their feet; hundreds of thousands of Zimbabweans, including much-needed professionals, have emigrated.
Aid agencies and critics partly blame food shortages on the land reform programme. The government blames a long-running drought, and Mr Mugabe has accused Britain and its allies of sabotaging the economy in revenge for the redistribution programme. *smile*
Why did the chicken cross the road? ESKOM: I do not care as long as he saved 10% electricity crossing the road.
KINDERGARTEN TEACHER: To get to the other side.
JAN F.E. CELLIERS: Dis die hoender, dis die pad, dis al.
NATANIEL: Ek was vreeslik op my nerves vir sy part tot hy anderkant gekom het. Ek dink dit was stunning.
NAAS BOTHA: Aan die einde van die dag maak dit nie saak hoeveel Keer hy oor die straat is nie. Wat saak maak is die telbord.
NELSON MANDELA: It was his long walk to freedom. A true Rainbow chicken.
PIETER-DIRK UYS: Was dit 'n he-chicken of 'n she-chicken? Does it Pik?
ALLAN BOESAK: How can the motives of a chicken who had done so much for chickenhood be questioned? It must have "struggled" to cross the road.
DULLA OMAR: I am sure the chicken is innocent. He did what he did because of the apartheid legacy.
NGCONDE BALFOUR: The government will ensure that a fair quota of black chickens cross the road as well. Why should black chickens remain on this side of the road? I only watch black chickens crossing the road anyway...
TREVOR MANUEL: Makes me think: we don't tax chickens crossing roads yet....
VAN SCHALKWYK: Let's join the chicken and cross the road!
TONY LEON: No matter where the chicken goes, we have the guts to fight back.
DESMOND TUTU: We should have crossed the road with him. Together we will make a difference
THABO MBEKI: I don't really have an opinion about this...
MARK SHUTTLEWORTH: I would have paid a million to see the chicken cross the road!
MUGABE: Stop that chicken! It must be repossessed together with the farm it belongs to. And the farm on the opposite side of the road, where It was going, and all the chickens on both farms. Repossess it all. And it's nobody's business what I do in my country. It is Britain 's fault for bringing chickens here anyway.
JACOB ZUMA: The showers were across the road
MANTO: Whish schicken (hic!) - I saw many ...pink shikkins
One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book. Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?" "Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?") "You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her. "I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading." "Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up." "If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman. "But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden. "That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment." "Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely that she can also think.
To all bloggers, doing it just for fun! Don't be scared, many people die of heart attacks and massive coronary disease, without being bloggers. The main reasons are wrong nutrition, the lack of movement and stress. Stress might be the biggest killer of them all and many people experience stress within their daily environment or at work. Blogging can also be some kind of stress management to overcome stress and to deal with it!
The New York Times By Matt Richtel Published: April 6, 2008
SAN FRANCISCO — They work long hours, often to exhaustion. Many are paid by the piece — not garments, but blog posts. This is the digital-era sweatshop. You may know it by a different name: home.
A growing work force of home-office laborers and entrepreneurs, armed with computers and smartphones and wired to the hilt, are toiling under great physical and emotional stress created by the around-the-clock Internet economy that demands a constant stream of news and comment.
Of course, the bloggers can work elsewhere, and they profess a love of the nonstop action and perhaps the chance to create a global media outlet without a major up-front investment. At the same time, some are starting to wonder if something has gone very wrong. In the last few months, two among their ranks have died suddenly.
Two weeks ago in North Lauderdale, Fla., funeral services were held for Russell Shaw, a prolific blogger on technology subjects who died at 60 of a heart attack. In December, another tech blogger, Marc Orchant, died at 50 of a massive coronary. A third, Om Malik, 41, survived a heart attack in December.
Other bloggers complain of weight loss or gain, sleep disorders, exhaustion and other maladies born of the nonstop strain of producing for a news and information cycle that is as always-on as the Internet.
To be sure, there is no official diagnosis of death by blogging, and the premature demise of two people obviously does not qualify as an epidemic. There is also no certainty that the stress of the work contributed to their deaths. But friends and family of the deceased, and fellow information workers, say those deaths have them thinking about the dangers of their work style.
The pressure even gets to those who work for themselves — and are being well-compensated for it.
“I haven’t died yet,” said Michael Arrington, the founder and co-editor of TechCrunch, a popular technology blog. The site has brought in millions in advertising revenue, but there has been a hefty cost. Mr. Arrington says he has gained 30 pounds in the last three years, developed a severe sleeping disorder and turned his home into an office for him and four employees. “At some point, I’ll have a nervous breakdown and be admitted to the hospital, or something else will happen.” “This is not sustainable,” he said.
It is unclear how many people blog for pay, but there are surely several thousand and maybe even tens of thousands.
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