Obviously, BBC audiences cannot hope to gain “awareness and understanding of international issues” or to “remain informed about world events” (as promised on the packaging) if the BBC’s reporting systematically ignores certain aspects of the news in a particular region.
It is difficult to imagine a situation in which the BBC would ignore a story about counter-terrorism forces in the UK arresting a terrorist who had shot at hikers but – having also ignored the initial shooting incident – the BBC apparently saw no reason to inform audiences that a member of the PFLP was arrested last week and admitted having carried out the attack.
“The IDF and Shin Bet uncovered a terror cell operating in Hebron and Nablus, Israel Radio reported Thursday.
According to the report, one of the members of the cell, which belonged to the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine, admitted that he…
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After midnight, everything was still. Even the crickets had packed up their instruments and called it a night. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional gush of the great Zambezi River and the rhythmic breathing of families deep in sleep.
But not far from the slumbering people of Luabo, was the ugly head of war – a couple hundred blood-thirsty soldiers slowly moving through the bush; their merciless hearts frozen and incapable of feeling for their soon to be victims.
Anna was 8 at the time. It was a cool September night. Thick river mist had descended upon the village, blacking out the starry sky and its light. The chickens and the pet dog huddled in the corner of the mud shack, safe from predators and river thieves. And the family lay side by side on their straw mats, drawing warmth and comfort from each other.
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Have a relationship with nature, but go for a love affair with fellow humans
The cherries are ready at last. One tree’s entire crop has already been wiped out by three squirrels and umpteen Jays/Magpies, so the first task this morning was to make a point of being around the area, up a ladder, waving my arms about and generally behaving like a demented person. There is a degree of method in this eccentricity, because wildlife understands territory. Well, most of it does: hornets are the 400 lb gorillas of insect life – they sit where they bloody-well like, and if you decide to retake possession of the apple tree once they’ve started, then full astronaut gear is required to succeed in the eviction process without dying of anaphylactic shock.
Birds and rodents are more sensitive. Not so rabbits. Your average rabbit really does take the piss: I put…
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Collaboration aims for warheads capable of striking U.S.
Iran is well launched on two programs with North Korean and Chinese help to develop nuclear weapons and missile delivery systems with the goal of having both ready in less than a year, according to an intelligence officer in the Revolutionary Guards.
The first program, code-named “Green Chariot,” a joint Iran-North Korea effort begun in 2008, seeks to complete the Islamic regime’s nuclear bomb program, said the source, who cannot be named for security reasons. The secret agreement, which would confront perceived threats from America and Israel, expanded collaboration on developing uranium nuclear warheads, producing and assembling centrifuges for enrichment, establishing underground facilities and working on mobile enrichment facilities.
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Yesterday, June 29, was the 34th anniversary of the day I met the best friend I’ve ever had, my wife, Leslie Robinson. We married 2 years later and drove across the country from Eastern Long Island, NY to Portland OR. Leslie was a singer/songwriter and I was a painter. She gave up her singing career when our first daughter, Emily was born, in the hospital we can see from the deck of our little house. I quit painting when Les bore our second daughter, Clair in the front bedroom of that house.
Leslie now lays dying, surrounded by that family in the living room of that house. Although my heart is breaking, I feel privileged to be able to help her complete her life and make a safe crossing to whatever is next.
Les hated posing so I don’t have a lot of paintings of her but, on our adventures…
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