While not viewing the entire Spice act, Foster’s Fairplay can comment on that portion which was seen or heard. There was an accusation of virtual nudity on the part of the entertainer. Those who spoke in defence claimed that she wore a skin-coloured material under a transparent outfit, which simulated the effect of a bare body. This columnist rejects that explanatory response. If it is to be countenanced, why not have a performer of any gender, placing tufts of artificial hair in places where they would appear naturally, claiming that it is not the real thing? The minister also referred to Spice’s ability to create alternative lyrics to supposedly inappropriate songs, which would be more in keeping with the occasion. Isn’t this not a way of saying that this particular performance was not one for the moment? Another argument put forward to justify what this column sees as a ‘wrong place, wrong time’ choice is this: the athletes, who were the toasts of the three nights, asked for Spice. In response to that, Foster’s Fairplay asks the question: Would these same athletes say to a Stephen Francis or a Glen Mills, who are the orchestrators of their preparation programmes to prosperity, “Sir, I am doing three 300m runs this evening instead of the customary eight.” Think not. To have booked Spice was not in the interest of what ought to be fed to a gathering carrying the full age spectrum. To stop short of describing that spot on the show as lacking in propriety can be explained. It’s a crazy, mixed-up world. Who really knows and can honestly say if it is one thing or the other? – Feedback: Email firstname.lastname@example.org During the past week, Foster’s Fairplay has been reminiscing on times that were somewhat less complex than they are now. So much has changed in moral terms, to the extent that what was formerly deemed to be decidedly wrong and unacceptable has taken on a more positive and acceptable image. Of course, that can be reversed to make the right way seem not to be the path to follow. As a part of the look back, a lot of time was allotted to a song called “If It Ain’t One Thing, It’s Another”. It was gifted to music lovers by Richard ‘Dimples’ Fields and came from a 1982 album. Fields, in reflecting on some of the happenings at the time, included in his mind-stimulating lyrics “It’s a crazy mixed-up world”. That assessment, from which several inferences may be drawn, brings this columnist to a situation that has been played out in the written media since the Rio Olympics celebrations over the Heroes weekend. The discourse, controversy, or whatever it can be appropriately called, on the booking of the dancehall act, Spice. She performed at the Rio Sports Gala at the National Indoor Sports Centre on the second of three nights over which the ‘thank you’ event was held. Despite having delved into music for entertainment from an early age, this columnist confesses almost total lack of knowledge and, by extension, appreciation for the now-popular art form. However, there is no difficulty in making the call as to whether Spice and what she brings to the stage should have been considered in the first instance. The series of functions was conceived by the Government and executed through the relevant ministry, managed by a veteran soldier in both sports and entertainment, Olivia Grange. ‘Babsy’, as she is affectionately called, has strut the sporting arena in previous administrations, as well as in Opposition. In either dispensation, her voice has been just as strident and scholarly in matters relevant to the games that people play. She has managed the welfare and affairs of a variety of entertainers and in that regard, studios and stages are her familiar stomping grounds. With all that in mind, her choices should be respected. On the particular occasion to which invitations were issued, the expected mix of the audience was never in doubt. It was comprised of persons picked from various backgrounds and cultures, the accent being on an affiliation to sports and the glory and honour which the Rio participants – able-bodied and handicapped – had showered on the nation. MIXED AUDIENCE NOT THE REAL THING?
In President Sirleaf’s address to the nation last Friday, she touched on many important and critical national issues, including national security. She also stressed one—our food security—which is fundamental to national security.She challenged our young to pursue agriculture for it, like none other, stimulates employment and wealth creation.Indeed! Today’s global economy is seriously threatened by decline, especially that of China, causing prices of primary commodities to plummet. In Liberia, two of these—rubber and iron ore—which have historically been the bedrock of our employment and wealth, have been hardest hit, causing decline in earnings, many lay-offs and economic slowdown. Yet here we are importing almost everything we eat, including our staple, rice, but also vegetables, fruits, meats and canned goods. Why, despite all the rainfall and green vegetation throughout the country, are we so food dependent? What happened, especially in the past 10 years when we had a President who, having worked for major banks, including the World Bank, and the United Nations Development Program (UNDP), we thought knew all about development and food security?But this question predates Ellen. It is founded in the lack of vision of successive administrations. Who remembers the 1921 Independence Day Oration of the eminent Liberian statesman, Momolu Massaquoi? In that Oration he made an impassioned plea for concentration on agriculture. But nobody, including President C.D.B. King, listened.Do you remember, too, what we said in Editorials sometime back—that when Tubman became President in 1944 George S. Best, who had taught Agriculture at the Booker Washington Institute (BWI) since 1930, wrote him a letter? Mr. Best, by the time he entered Liberia in 1926, had traveled, as a British soldier in World War I to many parts of the world and seen development. In his letter, he suggested to President Tubman that he should introduce a cannery in Liberia to make juices, etc., and save our many fruits from rotting. Mr.Best’s mistake was that he said Tubman had eight years in office, enough time to do it. Tubman must have taken serious exception to that suggestion, for he knew that he had no intention of spending only eight years in power. So he never answered Mr. Best. Tubman stayed 27 years in power, and Liberia never produced canned goods. Even more sadly, after nearly a half century since Tubman—1944-71—we still are unable to produce bottled orange juice! Yet we have to admit that it was Tubman who began training professional agriculturists. He transformed the Bureau of Agriculture into the Department of Agriculture and Commerce, and established the University of Liberia’s College of Agriculture and Forestry. Tubman’s scholarship program produced Liberia’s first veterinary doctor, Christian E. Baker, its first soil chemist, J.T. Phillips and its first poultry teacher, Henry Fallah.It was Tubman, too, who in 1951, took over from the Phelps Stokes Fund, government financing of the Booker Washington Institute (BWI) and in that same year established, in Suacoco, Bong County, the Government Farm (now the Central Agricultural Research Institute – CARI). Sadly, none of these institutions were taken very seriously and were consistently underfunded.The Maputo Declaration of 1995 stated that all African governments should make annual budgetary allocations of at least 10% to agriculture. But since that time, Liberia has consistently allocated little more than 1%.In the past 10 years of her presidency, Ellen has had two highly trained Agriculture Ministers, both with Ph.Ds, and both miserably failed. They also put the Daily Observer to shame because we were the only media institution to endorse Ellen in the 2005 run-off—Why? Not only because she was far better educated and more experienced than her opponent, George Weah, but also because we predicted that if she won, world leaders, mostly men, “would be falling over one another to give this first African woman President their fullest support.”They did. But most of that aid was squandered and today we have little to show for it.We have, since his appointment as Agriculture Minister, outlined a number of suggestions for Dr. Moses Zinnah. One is to engage ALL of our agricultural experts, especially the agronomists, animal science specialists and soil chemists, and put them to work. We think Minister Zinnah can make a big difference even in the two remaining years of this administration. He must push for mass production of rice, engaging some Asian rice producers such as the Vietnamese; encourage Liberians, especially in Grand Cess, Foya andNimba, to raise cattle; encourage farmers in chicken and eggs, pork, goat and sheep production. He must engage our agronomists to initiate and train more people in vegetable production, improve and expand the agricultural extension services and embark on large scale tree crop initiatives—almond, banana and plantain, cashew nuts, citrus, cocoa, coffee, plum, etc. That would be a good beginning.We pray that Minister Zinnah is up to the task and has the firm and unflinching backing of the President. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
You have probably seen 34 year-old Augustine under the rain seated somewhere on Broad Street at places where people busily commute day to day. He’s distraught from the pain that shoots from his left leg, that he says he wishes someone will help amputate for him, because it is destroying his life.“This leg is killing me and crippling me now. I beg ma, please, for the love of God, help me get it cut off, let it be removed from my body before it kills me,” he sadly begs.Augustine is poverty stricken for the past three years since he began experiencing problems in his left leg. According to him, protruding veins that come across like living worms and the painful throbbing sensations have caused him sleepless nights. All these symptoms have now made the condition of his leg ineffective and causes it to reek from the un-healing tissue that keeps people far away whenever they see him.“As you can see, my leg is rotten and every day I sit down here, not begging for five dollars, but for someone to take me to a hospital so they can cut it off. Please, let this pain go away, if they cut it off, this problem will be solved. I won’t have to worry on what is causing this but rather satisfied that it’s gone away now,” he suggested.Meanwhile, the rainy season is approaching and Augustine says he remembers vividly how agonizing it is when the rain drops on his leg. And he’s also worried about how he’ll find his way to the various places he sits to look for help.A man by the name of Samuel hinted our paper that Augustine is often seen being carried around by car loaders on Broad Street, who seem more than willing to place the sick man wherever they think he will be seen.“I don’t give them money, most times when they see me sitting there way into the night; they help me by carrying me across the Vai Town Bridge where I live. I had to abandon my family because they don’t have the money to cater to me and I don’t want to bring that burden on them having to take care of me, so I left home,” Augustine added.“Why is this happening to me, a man who used to have everything, my legs, a future? Why can’t someone look at me and take all this pain away for me, please,” he wailed.“I beg you my sister, please help me,” he gazed tearfully.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
By Saah MillimonoIt was dark shortly after and I found myself sitting on a narrow wooden bench among stalls and tables. Next to me sat four elderly men, each waiting his turn while a woman served food. A jack-o-lantern shined next to the rice and soup pots, the naked flame waving. A small girl squatting on the ground, washed dishes. At four or five other tables a few more women sold and served food.I gave the woman twenty dollars, and she handed me a hot bowl of buckwheat served with a dollop of bitter-soup and palm-oil. The small girl rinsed and handed me a spoon. I began to eat, blowing on each spoonful before putting it into my mouth.When I had finished eating, I rose from the bench, walked a few steps away and sat on one of the market tables. The market was dark and quiet, save for the dim glow of light that came from the jack-o-lanterns set on the stalls and tables nearby. I looked toward the tarred road. Evening traders were still selling things by the roadside, the flame of their crude lamps were burning like miniature torches.Then I realized I was without a place to sleep for the night. I looked at the market-table on which I was sitting, thought that it would be nice to stretch out on its smooth surface, reassured by the presence of the people around me, and lay down on the table.I must have slept a long time because when I got up again the sun was nearly up. A few traders were arranging assorted goods on stalls and tables. Wheelbarrow men weaved in and out among the stalls and tables, carrying big wooden boxes. The day hawkers had not yet arrived to advertise their wares and shout at the top of their lungs, and except for the creaking of wheelbarrows, the sound of footsteps and the low voices of a few traders, the market was quiet.As I meandered through the stalls, I watched the faces of the traders. Though I could not tell what the thoughts of the traders were by just looking at their faces, I felt they were too unpredictable and that I ought to be on my guard. I believed that nine out of ten of these people would beat me to death, if I were found to be an NPFL rebel. I knew it would be a day of reckoning when they finally caught me, a day in which I would be made to pay a price for all those people that I had killed. As I looked at their faces, I was overwhelmed by a surge of fear and hatred towards the traders. It was more fear and hate that I had felt toward anything or anyone before. Did they not know that I was abducted by the NPFL and that the killings I had done was only done because I wanted to live myself? Surely the NPFL would have killed me if they knew that they had given me a gun or but that I did not want to kill. I had been forced to take orders, like many other young menI walked back across road to the video club and stood in the vacant lot in front of it. There were no film posters on the wall yet, but the entrance to the video club was open. I wondered what films they would advertise today, and trembled with excitement. I went to the video club attendant, who was sitting just inside the door and eating rice with soup, to inquire about the price.“Hello,” I said.“Hello,” said the attendant.The attendant’s jaws were bulging as he ate, his mouth smeared with palm-oil grease.“How much for de shows?” I asked.“One dollar for one show,” said the attendant, and added, “Ehn you de one da wuh in de video club yesterday wen de rebels dem wuh ketchin pepo?”I nodded and looked him over. He looked not more than nineteen or twenty years of age and was tall, with sharp features, and long arms. A thin moustache barely covered his upper lip.You wuh lucky to run away,” he said. “De rebels ketch some boys and man dem yesteday. I hear their pepo wuh cryin for dem.”I said nothing. But the image of NPFL rebels once grabbing and hauling me out of my parents’ house came back to me with stark clarity. I looked away.“Leh eat-o,” the attendant said.“No mehn, I all right,” I said.“Where you eat?” the attendant asked.“I eat somewhere,” I said, “so I not hungry.”“Where you livin?” the attendant asked, still looking at me.“I livin wif my sista,” I said.The attendant looked surprised but said nothing.I turned and went back to join the people looking at the old posters.A street hawker selling short bread came along. I beckoned to her. The woman approached, swaying her fat bottom. She removed the wooden box, which had a glass on one side, from her head and placed it on the ground in front of her. I gave her a five-dollar note. She wrapped the bread in paper, handed it over to me, and left. I bought a bag of lukewarm water from another hawker and went into the video club because the movies had started.The movies came to an end late in the evening. Together with the crowd I came out of the video club into the vacant lot. The proprietor of the video club went to put off the generator. His attendant came carrying a roll of new movie posters.The attendant turned and looked at me. “My friend,” he said, pointing at me, “please cam help me hold de posters.”I approached and held the movie posters while he took one and tacked it to the wall until he had put up three posters. Then he climbed down from the cement block and said:“You camin go home?”“No, I will go to my sista in de market first,” I said.“If you help me sweep de video club,” the attendant said, “I will let you watch night shows.”I looked at the attendant for a moment, and then I nodded.The attendant motioned for me to follow him. Together we went into the video club. From behind the door the attendant removed a short broom made of palm fronds and handed it to me. I stooped and began to sweep the floor, littered with odds and ends. A cloud of dust rose into the small confines of the video club, and I sneezed. When I finished, I gathered the thrash onto a piece of cardboard, and took it outside.The generator came on again a few minutes later. The attendant sat on the stool to collect payment. The proprietor, who had been sitting on a bench nearest to a table that had a number of video cassettes and the TV on it, pressed the on button. The screen came on blue. He inserted a cassette, and the first of the movies came on.I sat on a bench nearest the front row and looked around me. There were a few people sitting next to me, a few others at the back, and on the other rows of seats, but most of the wooden benches were unoccupied. Perhaps there would be fewer people tonight, unlike the crowd that came in the day, I thought.Finally the movies came to an end, and everyone came out of the video club. A cold breeze was blowing. Red Light market was dark save for the pale yellow light that came from the electric bulb at the entrance to the video club.A burst of gunshots came suddenly from the darkness, and I trembled, in spite of myself. I wondered whether somebody had been shot and killed or if the shooting had been done at random. Usually rebels would fire their weapons, and ninety-nine per cent of the time nobody could tell why. It was funny how the war had turned out, I thought, from a desperate quest to remove Samuel Doe from the Executive Mansion to a circus where everyone did as they pleased until one could make no sense out of it. Perhaps the war was senseless, as I had often heard people say.I looked into the solid mass of darkness in front. But I was not afraid. Perhaps my life in the NPFL had long taught me not to be afraid, and while I did not now have a gun with me, my sense of bravery seemed like a refuge. I turned and walked into the darkness until I crossed Pipe Line Road and walked down a path that led into the stalls and tables by the roadside.I felt it would be safer not to sleep next to the road, and walked on farther into the market. I found a table I could sleep on and climbed on top of it. I sat for a while. I was alert and listening for the slightest sound that would indicate the presence of someone else close by or if I had been followed. But the market was silent, save for the breeze as it whispered softly through the wooden stalls and tables. I lay down on the table. Unaware of my own fatigue, I fell into a deep sleep.The villagers did not see the other NPFL fighters and me until we had rounded a path and entered the farm. Ahead of us trudged two village men, whose arms we had tied behind their backs. One of the men had been on the lookout while the others harvested cassava before we overcame him. The other man had, a little before dawn, left to cut palm nuts and had been captured. Thinking we would spare their lives, they had led us to the others on the farm and had promised to lead us to a refuge, where all the villagers had escaped to following the fall and capture of Bomi County by NPFL rebels. We had beaten the two men severely. Blood poured from their wounds. One of the men could barely walk. On the farm were a few men and women.As we approached, they stood up from their work and would have fled but one of us fired into the air. They fell to the ground, begging and trembling for their lives. We told them to sit up with their hands on their heads. Then we took their hoes and machetes. The cassava they had harvested lay in a small pile. We ordered one of the men to gather it into an empty rice-bag. Then everyone was marched into the forest.To be cont’d.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
By Pamela Hess THE ASSOCIATED PRESS WASHINGTON – Last spring, with insurgents apparently holding three American soldiers in Iraq, it took the U.S. government more than nine hours to begin emergency surveillance of some of the kidnappers’ electronic communications. The bulk of that time was spent on internal legal deliberations by Bush administration lawyers and intelligence officials, according to a timeline from the office of the director of national intelligence. One of the soldiers was later found dead. The other two are still listed as missing. Justice Department officials had to make several phone calls to Gonzales’ staff before they were able to speak directly with him to get his authorization for the surveillance, according to the timeline. 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set! The delay was a centerpiece of the Bush administration’s argument to Congress in late July that the law requiring court orders to conduct electronic surveillance inside the United States was dangerously restrictive. Congress subsequently approved an amendment to the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act that removed the requirement for a court order to intercept foreign communications on U.S. soil. The original law was written to protect Americans from inappropriate government surveillance. The timeline, obtained Thursday by The Associated Press, showed that the Bush administration held “internal deliberations” on the “novel and complicated issues” presented by the emergency FISA request for more than four hours after the National Security Agency’s top lawyer had approved it. The chairman of the House Intelligence Committee, Rep. Silvestre Reyes, D-Texas, last week blamed the delay on unnecessary bureaucracy within the Justice Department. Justice Department and U.S. intelligence officials dispute that, and say the NSA decision alone was not legally sufficient to authorize an emergency request. “It’s not a done deal at that point,” Dean Boyd, a spokesman for Justice Department, said Thursday. “We believed we needed additional information and needed to resolve novel legal questions before we were satisfied we could take this to the attorney general.”
Hernan Crespo has admitted that he has a dream to manage Chelsea in the future, claiming the West London club is ‘still in my heart’.The former Argentine striker endured mixed fortunes at Stamford Bridge after signing for the Blues in 2003.Under Claudio Ranieri, Crespo bagged 12 goals in 31 games in his debut season, but he was loaned out the next year after the appointment of Jose Mourinho as manager.Mourinho recalled him the following season, and the striker hit 13 times on the way to the Premier League title.Despite that success, Crespo again left on loan, seeing out the final two years of his deal at Stamford Bridge away from the club.His experiences with the Blues were hardly all positive, but the 40-year-old has admitted that he holds Chelsea close to his heart – and that he dreams to manage them one day in the future.Speaking to talkSPORT’s Ian Abrahams, Crespo said: “Chelsea is still in my heart. I’m trying to work my way – because I’m a manager now – and my dream will be, in a few years, to work with Chelsea.“One day [I want to manage them]. I’ve started to build my career to come there.”Crespo may want the top job at Stamford Bridge in the future, but right now all eyes are focused on Antonio Conte, who will take the reins this summer.The Italian national coach will officially take charge of the Blues at the end of the European Championships, and Crespo hopes Conte will be able to replicate the success enjoyed by another Italian man who has coached his former club – Carlo Ancelotti.“I’m very happy for him,” Crespo added. “I hope Antonio Conte does the same [as Ancelotti, who won the double].”
WITH THANKS TO PADDY GALLAGHER FOR THE USE OF THE PICTURES! UP DONEGAL!DONEGAL FANS CELEBRATE ACROSS LETTERKENNY – PICTURE SPECIAL was last modified: September 25th, 2012 by StephenShare this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)
AD Quality Auto 360p 720p 1080p Top articles1/5READ MOREBlues bury Kings early with four first-period goals Dryden had about 568 civil servant employees in the 2004 budget year, but through previous buyouts and normal attrition, that has been reduced to about 495 workers. With the restored $60 million, the aeronautics research portion of the NASA budget stands at more than $912 million. NASA officials were directed to report back to Congress in early 2006 with a plan on how to allocate aeronautics research funds. “Included in this plan should be a definition of work that enhances United States competitiveness,” Senate and House of Representatives negotiators wrote in their report on the budget for the agency. Congress and NASA Administrator Mike Griffin called it important to retain key skills at the agency’s research centers, so plans to outsource work have been scaled back, and more work will be done in-house. “These scientists and engineers must continue to work at the cutting edge of their disciplines so that they can remain world-class,” congressional negotiators wrote in their report. NASA is going through a restructuring before development of a new spaceship to replace the shuttles and take astronauts to orbit. That spacecraft is envisioned as a first step toward returning astronauts to the moon. Dryden will play a role in the development of the new spacecraft, called the crew exploration vehicle. Work at Dryden will include flight testing of a launch-abort system, drop tests of a subscale model to evaluate landing and approach technologies and procedures, parachute qualification testing, and range-safety efforts. On Nov. 18, Scott Horowitz, a former astronaut and Edwards Air Force Base test pilot, visited Dryden to examine its facilities that can help in development of the new spacecraft. Horowitz, now a NASA associate administrator, spent about an hour discussing the new spacecraft idea with Dryden workers. Jim Skeen, (661) 267-5743 email@example.com 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set! EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE – NASA’s Dryden Flight Research Center will likely escape drastic loss of jobs because of efforts to soften budget cuts and retain key functions in aeronautics research. In approving a $16.4 billion budget for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, Congress added $60 million for aeronautics research and directed the agency to maintain the “core competencies” at its centers – such as flight testing and flight simulation at Dryden. “As a result, civil-servant employment is likely to remain flat,” said Dryden spokesman Alan Brown. “At this point, at Dryden, we don’t anticipate another buyout.” NASA had planned to cut Dryden’s work force to 403 workers by 2007.
A Co Donegal-headquartered technology company has been acquired by Silicon Valley-based Druva Software for an undisclosed sum.CloudRanger is an enterprise back-up and disaster recovery solution provider for Amazon Web Services (AWS), the world’s largest cloud platform.The Letterkenny-based company, which employs 13 people, was established by Dave Gildea in 2013. The start-up has more than 300 customers including HP, NASCAR and MetLife and it has experienced 300% growth in revenues over the last 12 months. CloudRanger last year completed a $1.1 million (€942,500 )seed round, with investments from Enterprise Ireland and several private investors in both the US and here.The company was named start-up company of the year at the Irish tech excellence awards in 2017. It was also recognised as an AWS hot start-up byAmazon last year.CloudRanger’s flagship product provides visual server management, automated scheduling and backups for enhanced disaster recovery and business continuity.Druva, which provides data protection and governance solutions for public and private clouds in an enterprise, last year secured $80 million in late-stage financing to bring its total market funding to $200 million. The company employs 400 people and it has more than 4,000 customers worldwide, including Shire, PwC, Cabot, Coty and Allergan.“This is an important step in achieving our vision to provide a solution that addresses the challenges our customers face as part of the very real and necessary journey of moving workloads to the cloud,” said Jaspreet Singh, Druva’s founder and chief executive.“With CloudRanger, we provide a holistic end-to-end solution that builds a bridge between data management for traditional and modern cloud infrastructures that customers are seeking. Both CloudRanger and Druva employ a cloud-native architecture that allows us to immediately integrate and enhance what is already an industry-leading, unified platform for backup and disaster recovery for our customers,” he added.Letterkenny IT company snapped up by Silicon Valley giant was last modified: June 6th, 2018 by StephenShare this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Tags:Clud RangerCoLabDruva Softwareitpurchased