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University of Pittsburgh Police Riots 9/24/2009

2009-09-29T06:32:10+02:00

The Group of Twenty (G-20) Finance Ministers and Central BankGovernors was established in 1999 to bring together systemicallyimportant industrialized and developing economies to discuss key issues in the global economy.The most recent G-20 meeting was held last week near the University ofPittsburgh. Please, watch the footage from the links below. The policepresence, their behavior- It's something out of a Sci-Fi novel. Most ofthe people in the footage are students on their own campus. They werenot protesters. Remember Kent State?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FvXYzXJXVQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_AoKAbKkCY

Man robs store using a banana

2009-05-18T03:14:31+02:00

John Steven Szwalla, 17, was charged f he had thought about it, Bobby Ray Mabe probably wouldn't have attacked the man trying to rob his store early Thursday. But when a man holding something under his shirt asked for a Mountain Dew, then demanded money, a patron and Mabe grabbed him. "If he had had a gun he would've shot me," Mabe said. "But he had a banana." with common-law robbery after he tried to rob a store using a banana tucked under his shirt to look like a gun, according to the sheriff's office. Mabe and the patron held the robber while they waited for the deputies to arrive. Meanwhile, the would-be robber ate the banana. "And the deputy said, 'Ah hah! He ate the evidence,'" Mabe said. "But we had the banana peel and they took a picture of it."

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What's a nice girl like you doing with an arsenal like this?

2009-04-15T05:31:00+02:00

Police seize 20-year-old guarding vast weapons cache... including anti-aircraft gun. Smirking for the camera, this is the 20-year-old woman Mexican police caught guarding an extraordinary arsenal of weapons. Anahi Beltran Cabrera was seized during a routine patrol in Sonora state, near the U.S. border. Officers recovered a vast cache of weapons including an anti-aircraft gun capable of firing 800 shots per minute, a number of rifles and an array of ammunition. They believe the haul belongs to a group allegedly linked to the powerful Beltan Leyva drug cartel. Cabrera was paraded before the media - along with the weapons she was caught guarding.More...

Notting Hill ”carnival”

2008-08-26T19:50:00+02:00

Right ho.

What a load of crap this pathetic excuse for a carnival has become...the music is getting worse, the costumes are getting worse, the food is getting worse and the whole vibe of the place is violent and intimidating, a shadow of the multi cultural and colourful event it used to be...oh, hang on, it's always been a bit crap.

So a police spokesmen called the event a "success" as there were no firearms incidents this year, even though there was a riot at the end, with battles between police and "carnival goers".

This Country is a joke.

What The Hell Is This-le maroc et le plus bo pays du monde

2007-07-26T15:05:00+02:00

Who suppose to protect people, are fucking em...look the videoz i ain't gonna say no mo words

COPs

2007-07-11T15:40:00+02:00

They have 911, we have 119, we need 792 to be equal with them. yesternight i was playing pool with some friends when i was coming back home, i saw some 20 moto like you seeing in the video , the normal speed of that bike is 80kms/h when it's new when it get lil old, it take 70/75 kms/h, but those i saw was pimped and tuned, the speed can be between 110/145kms/h , but the fast moto here is 160kms/h, it was showen on the national tv, the moto taken by the radar and they destro his moto in front of him , the people i saw yesterday they was ready to go to the highway they had a race to do they was ready till the cops come , and then the fun has begun, cops were following those guys trying to lock some of them , but they were making fun of them , believe me no one can lock a bike 103 peugeot driver , you should watch that when guys are in the run and the police is trying to catsh em, it's so funny one day i was in the high way with some friend i had my own moto , we have 3 different race , those three different race depend on the tuning of the moto, we had an appointement with some guys to do a race when we was going there we took th high way cause we was late suddenly cops are following us with their moto one of them was really lucky cause one of 103's driver was near to kill him he was two feet away from a crash with a bus.but yesterday was safe too for the cups they just make fun of them , and some niggae from that hood was insullting the cops , poor police they lost their honor people don't get afraid from them no more look at the video how the race goes on you'll see just one men but immagine it with 20 bikes with that style

போலீசும் இரண்டு இரவுகளும்

2007-01-11T08:00:00+01:00

டிசம்பர் 8, 2006 அன்று இரவு. திருநெல்வேலியில் மாவட்ட நீதிபதியும் மற்றொரு நீதிபதியுமாக காரில் சென்று கொண்டிருந்தனர். வழியில் ஆங்காங்கே போக்குவரத்து விதிமீறல்கள் பலவற்றைக் கண்டனர். அங்கங்கு போக்குவரத்து காவலர்கள் நின்று ஜரூராக வசூல் செய்து கொண்டிருப்பதையும் கண்டார்கள். உடனே அளவுக்கு அதிகமான எடை ஏற்றிய வாகனம் ஒன்றை வழிமறித்து நிறுத்தி போக்குவரத்து அதிகாரியை அழைத்து ஒப்படைத்தனர். ஏற்கனவே தனக்கு வசூல் கிடைத்து விட்ட நிலையில் எரிச்சலுடன் அதை எதிர்கொண்டார் அதிகாரி.அடுத்து தொடர்ந்து மேலும் சில விதிமீறல்களை பிடித்து வழக்குப் பதிவு செய்யுமாறு கூறிவிட்டு புறப்பட்டனர். எதற்கும் போலீஸ் நிலையத்தில் தகவலைச் சொல்லிவிட்டுப் போகலாம் என்று வழில் கண்ட காவல் நிலையத்தில் நுழைந்தார்கள். அந்த நிலையத்தின் நிலை அதைவிட கேடாக இருந்தது. அங்கே குற்றவாளி யார் காவலர் யார் என்று தெரியாத நிலையில் இருந்தது. அட்டென்டன்சில் இருந்த பலர் அங்கே இல்லை. ஆவணங்களைக் கேட்டு வாங்கிப் பார்த்து நிலையத்தின் நிலையைக் குறிப்பெடுத்து விட்டுப் புறப்பட்டார்கள். இந்தக் காவல் நிலையத்தின் நிலையைப் பார்த்த உடன் இன்னும் சில காவல் நிலையங்களைப் பரிசோதிக்கும் எண்ணம் அவர்களுக்கு வந்தது. எல்லா காவல்நிலையங்களிலும் அதே நிலை. கடுமையாக எச்சரித்து ரிப்போர்ட் எடுத்து விட்டுப் புறப்பட்டார்கள். இதற்குள் தகவலறிந்து மாவட்ட காவல்துறை அலுவலகம் பரபரப்படைந்தது. நீதிபதிகள் தங்கள் ரிப்போர்ட்டை அனுப்பிவிட்டால் என்ன நிகழும் என்று பரபரப்பான விவாதங்கள் நடந்தன.மறுநாள் காலையில் நீதிபதிகள் இருவரும் சஸ்பெண்ட் செய்யப் பட்டதாக உயர்நீதிமன்றத்திலிருந்து தகவல் வந்தது.வழக்கறிஞர்களும் பொதுமக்களும் தகவலறிந்து போராட்டத்தில் குதித்தனர். உடனடியாக உயர்நீதிமன்ற நீதிபதிகள் குழு திருநெல்வேலிக்கு வந்து விசாரணை நடத்தியது. காவல்துறையின் திருவிளையாடல் அம்பலத்துக்கு வந்தது.இடையில் என்னதான் நடந்தது. இரண்டு நீதிபதிகள் குடித்துவிட்டு இரவில் பொதுமக்களிடமும் (சட்டமீறல் செய்த வாகன ஓட்டிகள்) காவலர்களிடமும் கலாட்டா செய்த்தாக அவசர அறிக்கை இரவோடிரவாக உயர்போலீஸ் அதிகாரிகள் மூலம் உயர்நீதிமன்றத்துக்கு அனுப்பப் பட்டிருந்தது.உயர்நீதிமன்றமும் எந்த விசாரணையும் செய்யாமல் நடவடிக்கை எடுத்து விட்டது. அவ்வளவு பக்காவான அறிக்கை.கடைசியில் நீதிபதிகள் அவமானப் பட்டதுதான் மிச்சம். சஸ்பெண்ட் நீக்கப்பட்டாலும் மாவட்டநீதிபதி மாற்றல் வாங்கிக்கொண்டு போய்விட்டாராம்.-oOo-ஜனவரி 1, 2007 நள்ளிரவு.கல்கத்தா அருகேயுள்ள ஒரு ஹோட்டலில் புத்தாண்டுக் கொண்டாட்டம். இரண்டு ராணுவ அதிகாரிகளுக்கும் ஓட்டல் ஊழியர்களுக்கு தகராறு. ஒரு பெண்ணிடம் சில்மிஷம் செய்ததாக ஓட்டல் நிர்வாகம் போலீசில் புகார் செய்தது. போலீஸ் விரைந்து வந்து ராணுவ அதிகாரிகளை அள்ளிப் போட்டுக் கொண்டு காவல்நிலையத்துக்கு விரைந்தது. இருவரும் லாக்கப்பில் அடைக்கப் பட்டார்கள்.சற்று நேரத்தில் ஒரு சில ராணுவ வாகனங்கள் காவல்நிலையம் வந்து நின்றன. ராணுவவீரர்கள் அதிரடியாக உள்ளே புகுந்து காவல் நிலையத்தைச் சூறையாடி தங்கள் மேலதிகாரிகளை மீட்டுக் கொண்டு சில நிமிடங்களில் வெற்றிகரமாக வெளியேறினார்கள். போலீஸ் ஒன்றும் செய்ய முடியவில்லை. ராணுவ வீர்ர்கள் செய்த்து பொது சட்டப்படி தவறுதான் என்றாலும் ராணுவ சட்டப்படி தங்கள் மேலதிகாரிகளுக்கு ஆபத்து வந்தால் அவர்களைக் காப்பதுதானே அவர்களின் கடமை. பொதுவாக பார்ட்டிகளில் அத்துமீறல்கள் ராணுவ முகாம் களில் சகஜம் என்று சொல்வார்கள். இது பொது இடம் என்பதால் பொது வழக்காகி விட்டது.காவல்துறையைப் பொறுத்தவரை ராணுவ அதிகாரிகள்மீது குற்றம் சாட்டப் பட்டால் குற்றச்சாட்டைப் பதிவு செய்து நீதிமன்றத்தில் சமர்ப்பிக்க வேண்டும். கைது செய்தாலும் உடனடியாக நீதிமன்ற உத்தரவு ராணுவத்துக்கு வழங்கப்பட வேண்டும். அப்படியில்லாமல் பலப்பரீட்டை செய்தால் இப்படித்தான் ஆகும்.அதே சமயம் பெண்ணிடம் தவறாக நடந்தது நிரூபிக்கப் பட்டால் ராணுவ நீதிமன்றமும் கடுமையான தண்டனை வழங்கும்.-oOo-புத்தக்க் கண்காட்சி பற்றி இரண்டு வலைப்பதிவுகளைப் பார்க்க முடிந்தது. ஒன்றில் புகைப்படங்கள் மட்டும்...துவக்கவிழா பற்றியும் கருணாநிதியின் அறிவிப்பு பற்றியும் குறிப்போ புகைப்படமோ வரவில்லை. !இன்னொரு பதிவில் கருணாநிதி புத்தகச் சந்தைக்கு அரசு இடம் தரும் என்று சொன்னதும், ஐந்து எழுத்தாளர்களுக்கு ஆண்டு தோறும் ஒரு லட்சம் பரிசு தரவிருப்பதாக அறிவித்ததும் வெளியாகி இருக்கிறது.-oOo-சிதறல்கள்-4சிதறல்கள்-3 இங்கே

Where were you when the war broke in

2006-07-13T16:37:42+02:00

I have those stories in my life, about where I was when Rabin was murdered and when another minister in Israel got murdered and where I was when the second intifada started or the Taba bombing in Sinai, the way that some moments becomes significant not only cause what I'm experiencing but for what's happening in the world at the same time. Those moments that the boundary between global and personal dissolve and I realize I'm living in this world and effected by it.And now I have a story about where I was when the war broke, on the day that it was exactly 2 weeks before my flight to New York and I was having the worst anxiety attack of my life, it was the 5th day of it, of not eating and not sleeping well, of being disturbed by every noise and every movement and being scared about the move, about the New York noises and new surrounding and not quite knowing how things works in a new place. Being overwhelmed and sick and wanting to die, wanting to disappear. I was actually feeling a little better just the evening before but then it took me 3 hours to fall asleep and I was feeling so bad the next day, so bad.And I was reading the news on the internet and listening to it on the radio, as people up north was going down to spend the night in bomb shelters and some guy got hit my a missile on our side, and Israeli soldiers were entering Gaza and Lebanon, and all I could think of was the noises that tanks and bombs and missiles make and how this is the first day of a war. I was reading about 200 dying in a train bomb in India and an alert in the New York train system cause of it and about something going between North Korea and Japan, and no where in the world felt safe anymore and I was feeling like there's nothing that can ever get better.I stayed late at work, then going out of the office building the weather was warm and there was barely a breeze, I walked to the bus station, the longest time of being outside I can manage those days, and then I took the bus with the Audio book and drawing just a few lines in my sketchbook I started to feel as if things might get slightly better again. I was scared to go home, to the sounds I'm hearing there, the dog that keep barking and the wind chime and music from the other apartments. But I was also looking forward to finishing the day, talking a little to him and going to sleep hoping to fall asleep real fast.There was music from the bar down stairs but I know i usually don't hear it and they close in about half an hour or so, I couldn't hear the wind chime but one of the neighbors was listening to music, all and all, maybe an OK night, I thought from the street, but as I was nearing my entrance door, I heard someone on the entrance to the building. It was some Junky, he looked all skinny and fidgety, was pushing the Intercom buttons and begging to someone to let them in. He wore shorts, a messy shirt and flip flops and like some people carry a pencil or a cigarette above their ear, he had a syringe. He looked like a movie type cast of a Junkie. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go in, the street was noisy and I had a long day, but I couldn't, I called the police.The woman on the other line said they were sending a unite. I waited, in the meantime a girl came out from the building next door and took a weird look at the junky and I told her I live in the building. She waited for a second then another girl showed up on a scooter, and handed the first one a big red bucket, they started arguing about laundry and shit, I wanted them to go, the sound of the scooter made me nervous as well as them yelling in the street, but they didn't. I just stood there trying to disappear. Then, about 10 minutes into their fight, I heard glass breaking. The junky broke the glass door in the entry of the building and got inside. I called the police again and told them he broke in, they said, again, they were sending a unite. I didn't know if I should go inside the building, I thought about my passports and a almost 2000$ in cash I have in the apartment now, I didn't know if he was entering to break in or to get something from someone he knew. I called a friend of mind that lives in the building to tell him to lock his door but he wasn't home, he was in a bar. After 15 minutes he came out, he wasn't wearing his shirt, and I tried taking a good look at him to describe him to the police when they show up. He had blondish hair and sun tanned skin, he wasn't wearing his shirt, he had a tattoo on his arm and on his chest, his arm was covered in deep scratches that was bleeding, from breaking the door with his arm. He walked away and took a turn in one street. A moment later the police unite arrived, I told them I called them and explained where the guy went and what happened. After I gave his description, I saw him come back from the other side of the block, he just walked around and came back. I pointed him to the cops and they started asking him questions, his answers were really confused, the cop came over and told me the guy's harmless and just wondering around. I showed the cop the broken door, and then he went and talked with the guy again asking him about the scratches on his arm and the blood on the floor. He started shouting about willing to make a bet, that if this is not his blood the cop would need to give him 200 shekels, he set on the floor by the police unite, then stood up again, and started trying to forcefully open a car's door while the policemen were taking his name and ID number.I didn't want the junky to see me talking to the cops, but at some point the police man pointed at me and told him "someone saw you break into the building" and I was really afraid he'll come back tomorrow since he knows I live there. Eventually they decided to book him, they asked me to go to the police station and issue a complaint, they couldn't even take me there - they had to take the junky in the car, so I walked there, it wasn't far away, but with all the dog barks, people talking, cars and music it wasn't a pleasant walk at all. Eventually I made it, my friend called me and told me he was coming to be with me, but I got into the building on my own. It was pretty empty, but full of white noises and beeps and radio connection sounds, the voices of people carried down the corridors and echoed. I through the huge lobby and then by elevator the creaked into the 2nd floor where the Investigator works. There was a crowd of people in front of one of the doors, all talking about the news, two squad officers in cargo pants, black T-shirts and guns were just bringing in a tall goofy looking guy with thick lens glasses who looked a bit retarded and the investigator started questioning him. Some other guy went into the room, It was really hard to know who are police officers and who were criminals, that aura of violence came from both.The guy who got in had the investigator sign some papers for him telling him to come again tomorrow and that he's restrained from going back to his wife's apartment and to come to the other police station and talk to some other officer, he jokes with the investigator, he looks like one of the guys, they are all male, in some male bonding scene full of laughter and togetherness, 'm he only female in the room, in my glasses and fair skin and total inexperience in the law scene, I feel more of an outsider then the criminals does. @ guys comes over, one's wearing a baseball cap, hiphop jeans and a big buggy T-shirt, next to him stand a dark skinned guy in tank top and shorts, they both looks like criminals but then i notice one of them's got a gum and a pair of handcuffs in his belt. He's a cop, the other one's a criminal, they looks exactly the same.I stand outside the door till my friend come over. Then they ask us to go sit outside, that we are in their way. We sit by the elevator, my friend's stating to fall asleep, I just sit there, listening to the noises, to the tall weird guy with glasses starting to cave in in the investigator office, asking what are they going to do to him. Every now and then I wonder back into the investigator's office and ask him when can I get in and get the same answer "there are only 2 investigators in this shift, they didn't even had a coffee break, he'll be with me once he finish this, he's with a suspect and can't break in the middle" I hear his muffled voice, the guy's in cause he was caught buying drugs, they are trying to get him to tell on the dealer, but I can't tell if he does or not, his voice is whiny and on the verge of hysteria. My friend push me to go and tell them that if I don't get to see someone now, I should go but I don't want to, I'm scared that if I don't press charges they'll let the guy out first thing in the morning. A couple waiting to complaint about something being stolen and an older man that had his car broken into, they both stay a few minutes then realize that they can come in tomorrow when there's more personal. We wait. My Friend asks me what i want to eat, I don't but he goes out and get up a couple of small pastries, he's pushing me to eat, He asks me "how many meals did you have in the past few day" and I say "Non" he tells me that a week long with no food and anxiety is considered anorexia nervosa, that I'm in denial, that I'm indulging myself in the anxiety cause it's a comfortable familiar place. Eventually, I eat one of them, slowly, each bite is a struggle. He tells me I need to tart staking the pills the DR. gave me, that I can't go to New York feeling like I do cause I'll ruin the relationship, I feel so bad, so week, the world's so scary, I'm at the end of my ropes, I agree, I tell him that tomorrow I will take one, he tries to talk me into taking two. I feel so bad that I'm preparing to agree on everything. "You look really shitty" he say "I'm sorry to say, but you look like a skeleton" I know I don't, I don't think I even lost weight on this one, but I'm looking into my reflection in the tinted window, my eyes look sunken and blood shot, my skin looks pale with a few zits I picked on, my hair's dissolved, I look old, not even tragic or skinny, just sad and sick, I don't even look like me.I promise him I'm going to eat tomorrow, that I'm going to take two pills, as I struggle to eat the other pastry, it's oily and it's making me feel bad, the taste of potato and wheat and salt's too massive, too much of a sensorial overload, I want to throw up, the food's making me feel cold from within, and weak. I lay my head on my knees and start sobbing, just a little bit. Then i go around the corridor and check if the other investigator is free, she's sitting with a young Arab guy and checking his papers, apparently he was working in Israel territory without a permit. His employer, fat, in orange T-shirt and a golden chain had also been arrested. Someone comes in with the workers belonging packed in two duffle bags and one big plastic trash bag, he's going to be deported back to the territories, I pick up shreds of conversation.I sit and wait, the officer comes and take the tall retard looking guy, he's got a silly moronic look on his face, looking both intensely high and scared. They bring in the guy that probably sold him the drugs, at first he keep saying "someone's framing me, I wasn't there" then the police office say that he's writing "refuse to answer questions" in the form, and that this will cause him damage later on in the investigation. They speak quietly for a while then the suspect breaks and say out loud "what can I do, this is how my father taught me to be" then he keeps on saying he didn't drove that way, that he drove a different way. It's late when I finally go in and see the investigator, she's a woman, thin, with dyed brown and blond hair and I'm shuttered to think she's several years younger then me. She already have a paper with the policeman complaint and the name and details of the suspect. I tell her the story and she type it into the computer. I tell her the guy was a junky, that he had a needle behind his ear, that he broke into the building and I don't know if he broke into my apartments or not, she types it and let me read it, on her report it sounds a lot less scarier then it really was. She's telling me that he's probably crazy and I'm saying that no, he was just a junkie, he was just under the influence of drugs or in need of drug. Right before I go out, she say to the police man "I'm not going to interview a drunk, he's going to be disgusting" and the policeman say "I'll bring him up so you can have an impression from him" I already know that this guy's going to be out on the streets again by tomorrow.We walk home, it's 2:30, the streets are still packed with teenager in fancy cheep dresses going out of clubs, the moon is full and large and the streets looks bright with lights, on the street near a closing bar, 4 people sit, one's plying a guitar, I'm thinking of all those noises, of street art and staying up late and life concerts, everything i loved just a short time ago and now I feel I'm too old for this, that i want to move to someplace quite and without so much noise, and then I'm thinking about dogs and babies crying and wind and tress and I realize there' no place quite and protected enough for me to feel safe in.I go home, I take a pill and try to finish the bottled ice tea but go through only about a third of it. It's pretty quite, not as much as I wants it to but pretty quite. I talk with him on camera, telling him about my crazy night. I don't feel he understand how badly I felt, I don't feel anybody ever will understand how scared and anxious I was that night, that day, that week.I go to bed and it still takes me some time to fall asleep. In the morning I wake up feeling really bad, I want to go back to sleep but I can't i lay in bed wanting to die and listening to the noises of my land lady from downstairs swiping shreds of glass from the stairway.

Scent Detection Technologies raised $5 million in from Sequoia Capital

2005-10-06T10:10:00+02:00

Scent Detection Technologies (SDT), a provider of low-cost trace detection sensors and mobile hand-held "sniffing" devices, has received $5 million in strategic investments from Sequoia Capital. This is SDT's second round of funding, following the Israel Military Industries Ltd. (IMI) investment of $2.5 million.

SDT expects to launch its first product, the Mini-Nose for explosives trace detection in the second quarter of 2006. The Mini-Nose is a portable, highly sensitive, non-invasive device capable of trace and particle detection. The Mini-Nose is addressing the needs of the following market niches: aviation security, military, police, border-control, federal buildings, mass transit, prisons, ports, and courts.

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