Wednesday, October 31, 2012
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BURMA SECTARIAN VIOLENCE CONTINUES
BURMA: SECTARIAN VIOLENCE BETWEEN
BUDDHIST RAKHINES AND MUSLIM ROHINGYAS
BUDDHIST RAKHINES AND MUSLIM ROHINGYAS

While hundreds of Buddhists were displaced, and dozens of their homes destroyed, more than 27,000 Muslims were pushed out and some 4,000 lost their homes. Entire Muslim villages were burned to the ground. It is still not clear what started the latest round of fighting. Many Rohingya fled the coast of Rakhine state by boat and made their way to crowded camps in the capital Sittwe.

“It is very disturbing to see that the conflict has worsened,” Zaw Nay Aung, a democracy activist said. “The Burmese, the majority of whom are Buddhists, are Islamophobic.” He said anti-Islamic pamphlets have lately been circulating in western Myanmar, stirring up fear and anger among the Buddhists there.
WHAT DO THE VEDIC TEACHINGS TELL US?

Stephen Knapp (Śrīpad Nandanandana dasa) :
“Thirty-one Days to Salvation on the Vedic Path”
“Day Twelve: You Are Not Your Body”
http://www.stephen-knapp.com - http://www.stephenknapp.info/
http://www.stephen-knapp.com/thirtyone_days_to_salvation_on_the_vedic_path.htm
Published by dasavatara das - "Vedic Views on World News"
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Get well George Wendt
George Wendt is having a medical procedure done in Chicago and is expected to make a full recovery. If you would like to send George a "get well soon" note, you can leave it in the comments section and I will make sure he receives it. Thanks much.
And The Wind Whispers "Wednesday"
Ostensibly this is a humorous blog. However, there are times when even the most fatuous blogger must put on his reporter's fedora and play the journalist. So with Sandy bearing down on New York City like an EPO-addled peloton on a doomed breakaway, I set out on my bicycle to document the storm and its aftermath, and you can view all my photographs here.
Yeah, right. If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you should know perfectly well by now that I'm the sort of person who spent the duration of the storm sobbing under a table and then only ventured outside about forty minutes ago when my cravings for fresh bagels finally became too strong to resist. Even then, while walking, I made sure to stay as close to devoutly religious people as possible, figuring that just in case "God" exists He'd be less likely to smite the devout with falling tree branches. (By the way, despite their many differences, one similarity between Orthodox Jews and Muslims is that they both object very strongly to being shadowed by cowardly bloggers.)
Fortunately though there was a real bike blogger imported from Portland in the form of Jonathan Maus of BikePortland to take up the slack, and while I was simpering and whimpering he was out investigating:
In fact, even before the storm he managed to take the sorts of photographs that have eluded me throughout my entire blogular career. For example, here's a shot of Bradley Wiggins in 20 years:
A picture like this would be the culmination of my entire blogging career. Meanwhile, this guy hops off a plane and bags it as easily as a slice of pizza. I mean, I knew I sucked, but it's still humbling to realize exactly how deeply I suck:
Still, at least I'm enough of a journalist to visit the HarderBikes website, where I learned that this is a "prone" bike:
Here's the backstory, which reads more like a cautionary tale:
The beginning was a single-speed mountain bike geared up for a rapid commute with a little suspension, front and back. As time went on, the gearing rose, pedals clipped and softtail gave way to hardtail with a suspension seatpost. Once speeds grew to a point where the bikepath was no longer a welcome home, the bike had to be made more demanding. Thoughts wandered to charging full time and how to make a ride for that purpose. No matter how far the bars and stem were lengthened and dropped, very little weight could be shifted to the upper body with tradition frame geometry.
Hence, the project. Since the saddle wasn't necessary, the prototype frame was simple once the angles were chosen. A steeper head angle and short rear "triangle" helped balance out the lengthed wheelbase created by the elongated cockpit. The downtube was stretched 12 inches longer than that of a 21" mountain bike frame. a short headtube and mild bottom bracket drop kept the posture as aggressive as possible.
First you're "slamming that stem," next you're getting an even longer one, and before you know it you're ridin' doggy style. Still, I'd like to congratulate the designer for inventing the exact opposite of a practical bicycle--though it's still no H-Zontal:
The H-Zontal is the "Dark Side Of The Moon" of prone bicycles.
Speaking of the storm, by about 4:00pm on Monday it was rapidly approaching full strength. Outside the window the trees were thrashing about like mullets at a Slayer concert, and with each flicker of the lights I waited for the power outage that, amazingly, never came. I also checked Twitter for news updates, and at exactly 4:26pm I saw this:
Good for you.
By the way, Armstrong continues to be stripped of accolades like a Bikesdirect fixie gets stripped of parts, and the latest to go are his keys to the city of Adelaide:
Yeah, right. If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you should know perfectly well by now that I'm the sort of person who spent the duration of the storm sobbing under a table and then only ventured outside about forty minutes ago when my cravings for fresh bagels finally became too strong to resist. Even then, while walking, I made sure to stay as close to devoutly religious people as possible, figuring that just in case "God" exists He'd be less likely to smite the devout with falling tree branches. (By the way, despite their many differences, one similarity between Orthodox Jews and Muslims is that they both object very strongly to being shadowed by cowardly bloggers.)
Fortunately though there was a real bike blogger imported from Portland in the form of Jonathan Maus of BikePortland to take up the slack, and while I was simpering and whimpering he was out investigating:
In fact, even before the storm he managed to take the sorts of photographs that have eluded me throughout my entire blogular career. For example, here's a shot of Bradley Wiggins in 20 years:
A picture like this would be the culmination of my entire blogging career. Meanwhile, this guy hops off a plane and bags it as easily as a slice of pizza. I mean, I knew I sucked, but it's still humbling to realize exactly how deeply I suck:
Still, at least I'm enough of a journalist to visit the HarderBikes website, where I learned that this is a "prone" bike:
Here's the backstory, which reads more like a cautionary tale:
The beginning was a single-speed mountain bike geared up for a rapid commute with a little suspension, front and back. As time went on, the gearing rose, pedals clipped and softtail gave way to hardtail with a suspension seatpost. Once speeds grew to a point where the bikepath was no longer a welcome home, the bike had to be made more demanding. Thoughts wandered to charging full time and how to make a ride for that purpose. No matter how far the bars and stem were lengthened and dropped, very little weight could be shifted to the upper body with tradition frame geometry.
Hence, the project. Since the saddle wasn't necessary, the prototype frame was simple once the angles were chosen. A steeper head angle and short rear "triangle" helped balance out the lengthed wheelbase created by the elongated cockpit. The downtube was stretched 12 inches longer than that of a 21" mountain bike frame. a short headtube and mild bottom bracket drop kept the posture as aggressive as possible.
First you're "slamming that stem," next you're getting an even longer one, and before you know it you're ridin' doggy style. Still, I'd like to congratulate the designer for inventing the exact opposite of a practical bicycle--though it's still no H-Zontal:
The H-Zontal is the "Dark Side Of The Moon" of prone bicycles.
Speaking of the storm, by about 4:00pm on Monday it was rapidly approaching full strength. Outside the window the trees were thrashing about like mullets at a Slayer concert, and with each flicker of the lights I waited for the power outage that, amazingly, never came. I also checked Twitter for news updates, and at exactly 4:26pm I saw this:
Good for you.
By the way, Armstrong continues to be stripped of accolades like a Bikesdirect fixie gets stripped of parts, and the latest to go are his keys to the city of Adelaide:
Which, judging from the accompanying photograph, were presented to him inside of a shoe. However, the Adelaide City Council won't actually come here to collect the key because they can't afford it:
The website reports that rather footing the expense of travelling to the US to retrieve the key, Armstrong's name would be removed from the honour board where the recipients are listed.
Presumably because they've been spending too much money giving celebrities keys:
Others to have received the honour include Cher, who sold her key on eBay for close to $93,000 earlier this year, the Dalai Lama and comedian Barry Humpries who is perhaps best known as Dame Edna Everage.
And because last year they went all the way to Austin to give Armstrong his key, only to find him not at home:
In 2011, Yarwood travelled to the US to hand-deliver the key to Armstrong, with Adelaide rate-payers covering the partial cost of the trip however, the American was not in residence in Texas. The key was later posted to him.
If I were an Adelaidean taxpayer I'd be really, really fucking irritated by now, since apparently this key racket is costing the city a fortune and the only person actually benefitting financially from it is Cher.
By the way, I'm also fairly sure that the Dalai Lama's key was accepted by Barry Humphries, who looks exactly like His Holiness when he's not in drag:
(Humpries as Dame Edna (L) and out of costume (R).)
Or maybe it was the other way around and they actually gave Dame Edna's key to the Dalai Lama in drag. When you give away so many sets of spare keys it gets very difficult to keep track.
Meanwhile, the Tour de France-winningest American cyclist is once again Greg LeMond, and by now you've no doubt read his impassioned (but apparently not proofread) plea to impeach Pat McQuaid:
Can anyone help me out? I know this sounds kind of lame but I am not well versed in social marketing. I would like to send a message to everyone that really loves cycling. I do not use twitter and do not have an organized way of getting some of my own "rage" out.
LeMond is certainly entitled to bask in his moment of glory, but has anyone reminded him that he does use Twitter?
I mean, he's got the blue check mark and everything.
Of course, one professional cyclist who is well-versed in social networking is Jens Voigt, who recently wrote a blog post assuring his many fans that he never doped:
So, to summarize, over the years Jens Voigt:
--Came up in the East German sports program alongside men who ate Volgas and women with beards;
--Turned pro the year before the Festina affair;
--Rode for Bjarne Riis;
--Rode for Johan Bruyneel.
Yet during that time he "never saw anything firsthand," which means he's somehow missed out on the biggest moments in modern sports doping history despite being right in the middle of pretty much all of them. In other words, he's basically the anti-Forrest Gump.
As for me, I've become jaded, which is why I now only follow bike racing for the costumes--like this one:
Now that's cycling I can believe in.
The night the Hell's Angels went trick or treating
Here's a Halloween story from my sordid disc jockey past.
1971 and I was doing weeekends at KERN in Bakersfield. I was five at the time. (All TV writers older than twenty who hope to work lie about their age.) The station was this shack out in the middle of nowhere. And since Bakersfield itself is in the middle of nowhere, the station was really REALLY in the middle of nowhere.
It
1971 and I was doing weeekends at KERN in Bakersfield. I was five at the time. (All TV writers older than twenty who hope to work lie about their age.) The station was this shack out in the middle of nowhere. And since Bakersfield itself is in the middle of nowhere, the station was really REALLY in the middle of nowhere.
It
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
SANDY HITS COAST, FLOODS NEW YORK
HURRICANE SANDY, OBAMA DECLARES
'MAJOR DISASTERS' IN NEW YORK, NEW JERSEY
'MAJOR DISASTERS' IN NEW YORK, NEW JERSEY


WHAT DO THE VEDIC TEACHINGS TELL US?

Dr. Noam Mohr :
“What They Didn’t Tell You In Copenhagen”
VINA - Vaishnava Internet News Agency
http://wadcconference.com/bio_mohr.aspx
http://kirbymtn.blogspot.com/2007/01/noam-mohr-on-meat-eating-and.html
http://www.vina.cc/news/index.php/General/What-They-Didn-t-Tell-You-In-Copenhagen.html
“What They Didn’t Tell You In Copenhagen”
VINA - Vaishnava Internet News Agency
http://wadcconference.com/bio_mohr.aspx
http://kirbymtn.blogspot.com/2007/01/noam-mohr-on-meat-eating-and.html
http://www.vina.cc/news/index.php/General/What-They-Didn-t-Tell-You-In-Copenhagen.html
Published by dasavatara das - "Vedic Views on World News"
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Aftermath
As you're probably aware, this happened last night:
Stunningly I'm sitting here with dry feet under a working lightbulb and in front of a computer with working Internet, but many, many others aren't and I'm acutely aware of that fact. Here's hoping that you managed to stay safe in the storm, and that your recovery is as speedy as possible. Consider today's post a moment of awed silence, and I'll return tomorrow with regular updates.
--Wildcat Rock Machine
Stunningly I'm sitting here with dry feet under a working lightbulb and in front of a computer with working Internet, but many, many others aren't and I'm acutely aware of that fact. Here's hoping that you managed to stay safe in the storm, and that your recovery is as speedy as possible. Consider today's post a moment of awed silence, and I'll return tomorrow with regular updates.
--Wildcat Rock Machine
Any post in the storm
My heart goes out to everyone on the east coast getting battered by this vicious storm. I’ve never been in a hurricane per se, but I was in a cyclone earlier this year (which I’m told is just like a hurricane but in a different hemisphere). So imagine 100 mile-an-hour winds and 40 foot waves and being in a boat. The midnight buffet came to you.
Here in LA we don’t worry about hurricanes.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Thanks to everyone...
photo by Sharon Weisz
for coming out to my book signing Monday night at the Grove for THE ME GENERATION.. BY ME (GROWING UP IN THE '60s). Lots of friends, readers of the blog, and a few people waiting for Caroline Kennedy's appearance in two weeks who just wanted to get a good seat. Signed a lot of books and one guy actually had me sign the back of his Kindle. Hope you all had as much fun
ANOTHER VICTIM OF BULLYING NOW IN ARGENTINA
ARGENTINIAN GIRL VICTIM OF
SCHOOL VIOLENCE IS PARAPLEGIC
SCHOOL VIOLENCE IS PARAPLEGIC

The victim had to be admitted at the "John Paul II" pediatric hospital in the provincial capital of Corrientes and lot of rehabilitation will be required to improve her condition during at least six months. However, it is not known yet whether she can recover. "Abril lost sensation in the legs because she suddenly fell, and all the weight was against the column, if it had not raised her head she would broke the skull," said the girl's mother. The girl who hit and dropped her been was bothering and pushing Abril for some time.

"The school authorities are concerned. The issue of having a paraplegic girl due another class mate actions obviously involves us all. This is a case of bullying, but I never thought it would come to that. Now Abril is not walking, she must be diapered like a baby, it's hard ... but you have to face reality," said the grieving mother. School harassment, better known as "bullying" is becoming more common in schools around the world and even teenagers who had to suffer this kind of situations reached the edge of killed themselves.
Abril, an Argentinian girl of 11 years old, was attacked by a class mate during a physical education class, and after a push she badly fell and suffered a blow to the vertebrae. It is not known if she can walk again. The relatives alleged that she suffered harassment for some time, and the aggression was because she is nice and provoked the envy of other girls. She has "at least six months of rehabilitation" but doctors can not be sure if she will recover from paralysis. Marcela Fernández, from the Pablo Nicolás Association, an organization that works in preventing school violence, said that "sometimes such violent attacks happen because we are dealing with ciberbullyng: children are harassed each other for hours through social networks and when they met the violence becomes exaggerated". Another sad event. Say NO to Bullying!
WHAT DO THE VEDIC TEACHINGS TELL US?

Śrīla Bhakti Promode Puri Mahārāja :
“The True Spirit of Separation”
http://bvml.org/SBPPG/ttsos.html
http://www.gosai.com/krishna-talk/spirit-of-separation.html
“The True Spirit of Separation”
http://bvml.org/SBPPG/ttsos.html
http://www.gosai.com/krishna-talk/spirit-of-separation.html
Bhaktivedanta Memorial Library - Śrī Gopinatha Gaudiya Matha
Published by dasavatara das - "Vedic Views on World News"
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ANOTHER VICTIM OF BULLYING NOW IN ARGENTINAhttp://www.vedicviews-worldnews.blogspot.com.ar/
Moving Rectangles Optical Illusion

The Clam Before the Storm
Good morning! As you may know, here in New York City we're being menaced by Hurricane Sandy, which is supposed to wreak all manner of devastation and inconvenience around these parts sometime this afternoon-ish. I wasn't especially worried when they closed the subways, since they closed the subways during last year's Irene-branded storm too. I also wasn't worried when they closed the schools, since they close the schools for pretty much anything nowadays, including obscure Jewish holidays which frankly sound made up. However, when I got an email from my bank saying they were going to be waiving fees for the next few days I panicked, since if a financial institution is actually foregoing an opportunity to charge a fee then it's a clear sign that the end is nigh. My bank actually charges you a fee for paying a fee, so this makes me feel like a Make-A-Wish Foundation child.
Nevertheless, pending the apocalypse I'm staying at home because I'm not in an evacuation zone:
Fortunately, I live in Zone D:
All city services and FEMA are under strict orders to neglect us until every resident of Park Slope is safe and accounted for and their frozen yogurt vending services are completely restored.
Pray for us.
By the way, just to give you a sense of how difficult life is here in a neighborhood that is only marginally gentrified, consider this doorway:
In particular, look at this sticker:
In Park Slope I'd know this was placed there by an actual math tutor attempting to solicit business from helicopter parents who hyper-educate their children. In Williamsburg I'd know "Math Tutor" was some intentionally dorky "indie band" who websites like BrooklynVegan say are from Brooklyn even though they moved here from Indiana only seven months ago and will be living in Portland by January. (Math Tutor would consist of six members, all of whom play vintage 1980s Casio keyboards.) Here though I have absolutely no idea. Really, it could go either way.
But the worst part about being under threat of a hurricane is that you have to rely on The Media, which we all know can't be trusted. Anyone who's read enough George Orwell, smoked enough marijuana, or smoked marijuana while reading George Orwell knows that The Media is simply in the service of Big Brother, or The Man, or The Big Brother Man. The Media isn't in the business of truth, it's in the business of manipulation. That's why I only believe what I can see--and what I see when I look out the window is this guy:
Yes, he was wearing an actual tracksuit with the hood pulled over his head:
For this guy merely to put on pants is a sign of a severe weather event, so if he's actually wearing a shirt and covering his head too it means we're all going to die.
In fact, I was so alarmed that despite my mistrust of the media I turned on the TV and tuned into PBS (I figure I should watch as much PBS as possible until Mitt Romney gets elected and they replace it with infomercials) only to hear a report from someone named Lauren Wanko:
Who actually said that people in Cape May were going to "have to hold onto something hard and steady" without a hint of irony.
Wanko? Hold onto something hard and steady? No wonder Mormons find public television so upsetting.
Anyway, in all seriousness I hope everybody's staying safe, unless you're not in the path of the storm in which case go do whatever the hell you want. It's also a good day to simply stay home and enjoy the company of loved ones, or if you live alone to just sit back on the couch and, uh, take Ms. Wanko's advice and hold onto something hard and steady.
Moving on, given the impending storm I made sure to cram in plenty of activity this past weekend. In particular, on Saturday I got into a four-wheeled gasoline-powered recumbent and rode it to Philadelphia, where I spoke at the Philly Bike Expo. Then, after I spoke, I hung out at the merchandise table where I watched people pick up my books and look at them:
In any relationship there's generally an impulsive party and a sensible party. The impulsive party is the one who does things like pick up books written by idiots and consider purchasing them, and the sensible party is the one with the wherewithal to say, "Put that stupid thing down:"
Even though my livelihood depends on the impulsive parties I have the utmost respect and admiration for the sensible parties.
Sometimes people would pick up other stuff too, like Knog lights:
I'd tout their convenient rechargeability and retina-scorching brightness, because I figured if I was just sitting there anyway that I might as well, and they'd back away slowly with polite smiles on their faces, at which point I'd realize I was drooling or had a substantial booger hanging out of my nose.
I was not cut out for retail.
After I finished repulsing people I high-tailed it back home, where the woman I tricked into marrying me and I got on our bicycle cycles and rode into the city in order to watch a professional funny person be professionally funny. On the way we stopped to eat, only to find some hipster's moped parked at a bike rack:
Nevertheless, pending the apocalypse I'm staying at home because I'm not in an evacuation zone:
Fortunately, I live in Zone D:
All city services and FEMA are under strict orders to neglect us until every resident of Park Slope is safe and accounted for and their frozen yogurt vending services are completely restored.
Pray for us.
By the way, just to give you a sense of how difficult life is here in a neighborhood that is only marginally gentrified, consider this doorway:
In particular, look at this sticker:
In Park Slope I'd know this was placed there by an actual math tutor attempting to solicit business from helicopter parents who hyper-educate their children. In Williamsburg I'd know "Math Tutor" was some intentionally dorky "indie band" who websites like BrooklynVegan say are from Brooklyn even though they moved here from Indiana only seven months ago and will be living in Portland by January. (Math Tutor would consist of six members, all of whom play vintage 1980s Casio keyboards.) Here though I have absolutely no idea. Really, it could go either way.
But the worst part about being under threat of a hurricane is that you have to rely on The Media, which we all know can't be trusted. Anyone who's read enough George Orwell, smoked enough marijuana, or smoked marijuana while reading George Orwell knows that The Media is simply in the service of Big Brother, or The Man, or The Big Brother Man. The Media isn't in the business of truth, it's in the business of manipulation. That's why I only believe what I can see--and what I see when I look out the window is this guy:
I've mentioned before that I gauge the weather conditions by the state of undress of the guy who smokes on his fire escape, and you can see him above wearing only underpants, which is typical attire for him. However, when I looked out the window this morning what I saw was far more alarming--even more so than an ample-breasted man in his underpants:
Yes, he was wearing an actual tracksuit with the hood pulled over his head:
(If you're smoking on a fire escape during a hurricane maybe you should consider quitting.)
For this guy merely to put on pants is a sign of a severe weather event, so if he's actually wearing a shirt and covering his head too it means we're all going to die.
In fact, I was so alarmed that despite my mistrust of the media I turned on the TV and tuned into PBS (I figure I should watch as much PBS as possible until Mitt Romney gets elected and they replace it with infomercials) only to hear a report from someone named Lauren Wanko:
Who actually said that people in Cape May were going to "have to hold onto something hard and steady" without a hint of irony.
Wanko? Hold onto something hard and steady? No wonder Mormons find public television so upsetting.
Anyway, in all seriousness I hope everybody's staying safe, unless you're not in the path of the storm in which case go do whatever the hell you want. It's also a good day to simply stay home and enjoy the company of loved ones, or if you live alone to just sit back on the couch and, uh, take Ms. Wanko's advice and hold onto something hard and steady.
Moving on, given the impending storm I made sure to cram in plenty of activity this past weekend. In particular, on Saturday I got into a four-wheeled gasoline-powered recumbent and rode it to Philadelphia, where I spoke at the Philly Bike Expo. Then, after I spoke, I hung out at the merchandise table where I watched people pick up my books and look at them:
In any relationship there's generally an impulsive party and a sensible party. The impulsive party is the one who does things like pick up books written by idiots and consider purchasing them, and the sensible party is the one with the wherewithal to say, "Put that stupid thing down:"
Even though my livelihood depends on the impulsive parties I have the utmost respect and admiration for the sensible parties.
Sometimes people would pick up other stuff too, like Knog lights:
I'd tout their convenient rechargeability and retina-scorching brightness, because I figured if I was just sitting there anyway that I might as well, and they'd back away slowly with polite smiles on their faces, at which point I'd realize I was drooling or had a substantial booger hanging out of my nose.
I was not cut out for retail.
After I finished repulsing people I high-tailed it back home, where the woman I tricked into marrying me and I got on our bicycle cycles and rode into the city in order to watch a professional funny person be professionally funny. On the way we stopped to eat, only to find some hipster's moped parked at a bike rack:
I'd have surreptitiously removed the spark plug and dropped it down a storm drain if I thought it was possible to get that close to a moped motor without laughing hard enough to give me away.
South Carolina RB Marcus Lattimore returning soon

“We’re optimistic his football days are ahead of him,” Spurrier said.“He knows what the road ahead is,” he continues. “We’re all hoping and praying he’ll be back.”
“Marcus has already begun the process of prehabilitation prior to surgery and to his eventual return to football,” an statement comes.
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Lattimore in Injury during his last match |
My book signing is tonight!!!
Tonight’s the night of my book signing at the Barnes & Noble at the Grove in West Los Angeles. It’ll be from 7-9, I’ll be reading a section of my book, THE ME GENERATION… BY ME (GROWING UP IN THE ‘60s), answering questions, and signing my name a lot. If you’re in LA, please come by. Say you heard about it in my blog and receive as a free bonus my thanks.
But if you can’t make it (let's
Sunday, October 28, 2012
CHURCH HIT IN NIGERIA SUICIDE BOMB ATTACK
10 KILLED, 100 WOUNDED
IN NIGERIA CHURCH BOMBING
IN NIGERIA CHURCH BOMBING

President Goodluck Jonathan promised to “redouble” his government's efforts to tackle terrorism and violence. He called the attack part of an “unfortunate and unacceptable trend that threatens the peace and stability of our nation”.
A spokesman for the local governor has called for calm, pleading with people on local radio not to retaliate. Authorities said that Christian youths attacked a vehicle that had come to rescue survivors after the attack, smashing one of the windows.

The church was surrounded by soldiers and police after the blast, and ambulances were taking the injured to hospital.
Nigeria's north has a large Muslim majority whereas the south is most populated by Christians and those who follow traditional religions. Kaduna is on the dividing line between the two areas. The BBC's Will Ross in Kaduna says many people have come to the city in recent months in search of sanctuary from violence in other parts of northern Nigeria.
WHAT DO THE VEDIC TEACHINGS TELL US?

Stephen Knapp (Śrīpad Nandanandana dasa) :
“Why All Religions Are Not the Same”
http://www.stephen-knapp.com - http://www.stephenknapp.info/
http://www.stephen-knapp.com/why_all_religions_are_not_the_same.htm
Published by dasavatara das - "Vedic Views on World News"
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