Pollyanna Rules

Silver line in the cloud, there surely is no hurry, but would you mind showing up?!


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Ecco 700 nuovi morti. 700 tra cui forse c’era anche qualche terrorista (anche se non mi spiego come facciano i terroristi veri a spendere una barca di soldi per addestrare qualcuno e poi rischiarla, la barca di soldi, infilandola in una barca da quattro soldi e spedendola in mezzo a un mare di guai), sicuramente tanti futuri clandestini, insieme a qualche richiedente asilo.

Ed ecco tanti, vivi, che stanno bene, seduti davanti ai loro computer, a mostrare la loro contentezza per i 700 clandestini delinquenti in meno sul suolo patrio.

Ed ecco qualcuno, scusate, qualche bastardo, che cerca di speculare politicamente sulla tragedia.

Io cosa vedo? Vedo un Occidente che sta bene, ricco. Vedo un sud del mondo in cui, anche dove non ci sono guerre o carestie, si sta comunque peggio. Vedo esseri umani che, per caso o per disegno divino, nascono qui e là. E il fatto che…

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A Day in the Life

Just stumbled into a sweet reminder of why we do what we do, why we spend time and savings to train and train again, why we have to bear witness, and hold on to hope.

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It’s seven o’clock and Tierkidi refugee-camp is buzzling of early morning activity. It’s food distribution day, and Nyaboth (16) is patiently waiting for the queue in front of her to get smaller.

No one knows the exact number of refugees in the Gambell-region. But we are at least looking at 250.000. More than a quarter of a million people who are dependent on the food that World Food Program is distributing.

The line is moving slow, but Nyaboth isn’t in a hurry as long as she gets what she came for. Four hours later, she has collected all the items her family is entitled to this month. The previous four hours were more boring than exhausting. Now the tough part comes. The 16-year old has to get 150 kilos of flour, maize, oil, lentils and soap back to her tent a couple of kilometres away.

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ISIS in Iraq: Real atrocities and easy fantasies

not much of a silver lining here, but surely an interesting read

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FIghters under the ISIS flag parade in Tel Abyad, Syria, near the Turkish border, Jan. 2, 2014.: photo by Reuters/Yaser Al-Khodor Read more: http://www.al-monitor.com/pulse/originals/2014/01/al-qaeda-terror-spread-iraq-lebanon.html##ixzz34oYO5Rg3 Fighters under the ISIS flag parade in Tel Abyad, Syria, near the Turkish border, Jan. 2, 2014: photo by Reuters/Yaser Al-Khodor

ISIS – the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant — says it likes simple things. When I was in Iraq in 2009, a gay man told me how Al Qaeda in Mesopotamia, the militia from which it grew, had murdered his partner five years before in Baghdad’s al-Dora quarter.

It was at a time when there was a general cleansing of people they thought were immoral. Barbers who pluck out hairs with a string could be targeted because that was haram. They murdered ice-sellers because there was no ice in the time of the Prophet.

My boyfriend was hanging out on a street corner with a bunch of friends, and they saw a group of bearded men pull up in a car. They asked for him by name. He tried…

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