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Check it out now.  Better?

You're not sure how you came to be here, in this stinking port, putting in among the oil drums and dark containers, with shit and filth lying deep on the ground.  You don't remember who got you the ticket, or how he came to find or, the name of the captain who was sworn to secrecy or the members of the crew who bought you your meals.

Its hideously different, yet frighteningly familiar.  You're mouth is dry with an odd sense of fear as you wipe away the cold sweat at your brow, wishing the fog would clear.  There is no picturesque view here, nothing that is to be seen on the television screens or the travel guides.  This is not your home, yet it is so similar...as if a schizophrenic had taken a copy of the country you once knew, and laid it over the reality, a land ruled by shadows and steeped in secrecy, where unknown figures avoid the light and crawl through the mess.

Taking a step off of the boat, you take a deep breath, then choke on the smoky black air, hidden in the misty shroud of the fog.  There are men unloading crates of 'butter', dressed in black fatigues and watched over by men with rifles.  You look back to the sea for a moment, the ocean waves possible of hiding all sorts of monstrosity, both human and unnatural.  Boxes spill open on the port, spreading white powder, clinking bullets and other hideous items of death, destruction and addiction.

This is not your home, not the way you remember it.  It has a different economy, a different trade base.  Even a different government.  In the quiet clubs, Mafia Dons mix with P2 Masons, exiled generals and boardroom CEOs mix drinks and share jokes with rogue intelligence officers, while SS scientists and private bankers share a tale or two.  The shadow population is in control here.

You need a drink, badly.  You walk down streets paved in freshly laundered gold, taken from the private collections of despots and hidden in off-shore bank accounts, meanwhile live TV broadcasts and newspaper boys shout only Dada like gibberish, in a mockery of what would pass for information.  You stumble and nearly fall through a battered and beaten door, aged not by virtue of being around for a long time, but merely through damage, into a smoke filled and dusty bar.  Pulling yourself up, you walk towards the bar, steps unsteady.  The bartender notices you, his eyes picking you out of the gloom.  As you make your way to a seat, he stops trying to clean the dirty glass and instead turns to you, ready to speak.

,ÄúHey kid, welcome to the City.  Sit yourself down, you look like you could use a drink.,Äù

I chose a dark colour for the reasons Maddox gave - a white background is like staring at a lightbulb and its far easier to read on a dark background.

http://www.tenthamendmentcenter.com/2007/04/24/real-id-a-threat-to-security/

US ID laws are going to create a virtual"African diamond war for the digital age" where anyone's ID may be up for grabs, totally destroying your life.

I've never seen Lord of War, but Blood Diamond was brilliant.  I used to think De Caprio was another idiot pretty-boi actor, but in this he plays the Rhodesian mercenary quite well, even down to accent.  And the depictions of how the "rebels" basically mass murder villages was brutally realistic, for Hollywood.  That the plot pissed off De Beers made it all the better.

Amnesty International's posters to try and highlight the suffering caused by the diamond trade (if you want to see something good on that theme, watch the film Blood Diamond)

I already read it at a library.  See what I mean?

Not yet.  Technically, under UK law, even medical research of LSD has been banned since the 70s.  But you may have heard of the "research drugs" that were being sold from the USA to UK, legally, due to the fact they were more potent, industrially created versions of LSD.  A challenge is being made in the courts to overturn the ruling on chemicals "from the LSD drug family" to be sold because of therapeutic benefits, and it may succeed.  If it does, I know several students who are officially going to request to work on such a program.

There is you're a psychologist carrying out investigations into its use for psychotherapy.  Or know some. 

Fuck!  I'm a known quantity!

Recommendations for you are based on items you own and more.


The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus
The Fall by Albert Camus
The Third Chimpanzee: The Evolution and Future of the Human Animal by Jared Diamond
Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything
by Steven D. Levitt, Stephen J. Dubner
The 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene
Principia Discordia by Malaclypse the Younger
The Shadow Man by John Katzenbach
In the Heat of the Summer: AND The Shadow Man by John Katzenbach
The Subgenius Cyclopaedia of Slack: The Bobliographon by Ivan Stang
The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster by Bobby Henderson

LSD is relatively safe.  Its got no addictive chemical properties and its physical effects on those who are not pregnant or taking antidepressants are neglible.  Mentally is another matter, but flashbacks are pretty rare and uncovering a latent psychosis even more so.

It may be subscription to view (I know JSTOR is), so I download and then upload to mihd.net

Afraid not.  I tried several variations, but nothing specific came up.

Grievously insulting another man:



There are three words from maliced verse between men, which are punished with full outlawry. If a man calls a man ragr or stro??inn or sor??inn. And they shall be punished as fully slanderous words, and a man is given the right to kill for these words. (6)


From WPs link

You shut your mouth, ragr.

Cram:

http://mihd.net/074mcu

Thats the specific one that you mentioned.