The 49-year-old father-of-two, who joined the Norfolk force in 1993 after 12 years in the RAF, insists he loves his job but said: ‘Internal politics are making it difficult to do what we should be doing.’

He added: ‘We get more flak from inside the force than outside these days.

'The blatant support for homosexual rights in Norfolk Police makes being a Christian officer extremely difficult.

‘I am not undertaking this action lightly but I have to make a stand when things become so blatantly biased against me just because I hold a faith.’'

Another case of a Christian who cannot square his religious beliefs with his job. This is beginning to look like an organised witch hunt against gays and lesbians perpetrated by the Christian church.

Our friendship—though he [Frank Hains] was almost thirty years older than I—deepened during the two years we got to know each other. He cast me as the newspaper boy with whom Blanche Dubois desperately flirts in a production of A Streetcar Named Desire he directed at the Vicksburg Little Theatre. We would talk and talk in his Pontiac LeMans on those ninety-minute round-trips from Jackson to Vicksburg during the six weeks we rehearsed and performed the play. We became so close, in fact, he sprung an odd request on me while we were listening on the LeMan's radio to a bare-bones country station . . .

"I have something I really must ask of you," he had said that night on our drive back to Jackson, already blushing before the request could be made, his voice meekly skimming the surface of Skeeter Davis's toughened alto singing a James Taylor song, which was barely audible now from the radio Frank had turned way down. "I have an old trunk locked up in my closet. It contains . . . well . . . it contains what some might consider . . ." He gripped the wheel tighter. "Itcontainswhatsomemightconsiderpornography," he said, all the words rushing from him in a jumble and tumbling over that very last one. "There—I said it." I turned my head and smiled out the window at the passing pines, an exit sign or two, some roadkill that looked like another opossum too slow to make it across both lanes of the Interstate. "Promise me, Kevin, that you will dispose of that trunk if anything ever happens to me. Promise me. My West Virginia family cannot find it upon my demise; they simply cannot," he said.

"Of course, Frank," I assured him. Though he did not mean for such a request to be regarded as funny by me, it was certainly seeming that way at the moment. I tried not to, but I could not help myself: I started to giggle.

Frank flipped up the volume of the radio just as Skeeter was going after her toughest James Taylor note. "Don't you dare laugh at me," he said. "Don't you dare." It was the only time I can remember his ever being curt as far as I was concerned. "I'm being quite serious. I've never been more serious. This is our secret. No, it is more than that. This, dear boy, is a confidence," he said, imbuing the word with all the meaning he could muster as he launched into that haughty Mabel Mercer mode that could overtake him from time to time, one that seemed rather out of place in the presence of Skeeter . . . "Don't ask me why, but I trust you completely. You are remarkably free of judgment and yet you are preternaturally wary. It's a nice combination."

". . . You'll see, dear boy. One reaches a certain age and all one longs for is to feel welcomed." I turned and looked at Frank. Really looked at him. Skeeter was singing the Taylor lyric "All those lonely times when I could not find a friend," and I knew in that moment I had found my first true one. I felt—there is no other word for it—such tenderness toward him as I noticed there were tears beginning to fill his eyes. But he held them back. He did not let them fall. He had too much dignity for that. Too much grace. Those are the two main characteristics that Frank Hains so effortlessly possessed, and to this day, when I am lucky enough to summon one or both of them at the most unexpected of moments, I am certain that it is he—ever ephemeral, ever Frank—who is present and enabling me to conjure such characteristics in my own less dignified, less graceful life. Just as I feel his hand still on my shoulder in those moments, I put my hand on his in that one. "I'll get rid of that trunk if it means that much to you," I told him. "Say no more." And we never did. We never mentioned it again.

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'On Wednesday police detained 40 "cross-dressing tourists", the Gulf News reported, quoting the local police chief as complaining that transvestites were frequently being spotted.

"This is against the UAE's traditions and social values," said General Dhahi Khalfan Tamim. Any man or woman who behaved like the opposite gender in public would be questioned and action would be taken, he added.'

Dubai: More than half the population are expatriates, thousands wear bikinis on public beaches, wear shorts and drink alcohol which is freely available in bars and restaurants. In 2006 more than a million British visitors travelled to the UAE and 100,000 British nationals live there. Openly gay behaviour is banned.

Here in the UK we are in no position really to criticise Dubai for its crackdown on cross dressing; after all, just days ago there was a furure when a cross dressing Turner prize winner was featured on the BBC's long-running radio programme, Question Time.

"Mr Rowan claimed his employer had bragged to a colleague about not having "poofs" work at his company and claimed he would find a way to sack him. Mr Rowan said: "The staff were all sickened but the general feeling was that I was the one going to be sacked. "He would refer to me as 'gay boy' and told my colleagues he didn't want 'poofs' working for his company."

The hearing continues.

“The interesting thing is not so much about the legislation that took place to allow LGBT people into the military legally,” she continues, “but to see how the attitudes slow change over time.

“Likewise, we have had stories that have usurped our expectations of the attitude you might expect in such a strong male environment. Like I said, it’s a real eye-opener,” says exhibition organiser Catherine Roberts.

And no Muslim will help a Muslim in a situation when his respect and honour is being violated, except that Allah will help him in a situation when he will be in need of His help. (Abu Dawud)

My willingness to let go has helped me significantly last year, which made me more pliable to anything that came my way this time. It was tough, Im not going to lie, but I am a resilient person. I always have been and always will be. No amount of disappointment will make me completely forget who I am, therefore I am able to revert to my core self, much stronger than before. I did not lose my ability to trust and love, it just had to happen with the right person. That right person. Admittedly, I had my apprehensions about letting myself fall inlove after 9 years, its only natural particularly after being hurt by my recent relationship. I did love him but I was not in love like I thought. Well, I've always been aware that somethings missing as it wasnt the same as the only time I had fallen. Maybe I settled thinking that falling as hard as I did with my first love occurs only once and will not happen again. It did not help that this recent one was a terrible womanizer (my settling equated to getting back with him after multiple unfaithfulness, like I lost my self respect). Getting over that was easy the second time around, believe me. The commencement of that tumultuous relationship enabled me to see who I am after all that I have been through and I do not regret being with that person since it was through him that I learned to become much stronger than my juvenile fancies of strength. He made me a woman, I can at least thank him for that. However, that does not mean that I have any desire to be involved with him in any way. He is the past and there he will remain. Now I emerge from the embers a better person. I am a happy person who once again delights in the little intricacies of life, optimistic once again. 

My present consists of a love that I thought I would not find again. I still find myself in disbelief occasionally, not believing my fortune to have come across this emotion once again. People ask me how I know and why not the other, or question the certainty involved. I still constantly find myself speechless since I do not know why not another either. Blabbering about how he makes me feel does not adequately address the questions laid before me. But this I know: I am beyond elated when hes around. His smile and laughter delights me, knowing that he is happy. My heart skips a beat when I hear from him, knowing that he is thinking of me as well. Being apart from him causes me pain. I can listen to him talk for hours, regardless of what he talks about. The touch of his warm skin and the calm of his steady breathing as he cradles me in his arms is the most magnificent feeling. I am inlove and no one can refute that, not even I. He is a wonderful person who has truly enriched my existence with the joy hes brought me. He may not feel the same but I know that that is not a sufficient reason for me to let this delirious happiness go. I have shed all inhibitions when it came to him, only shielded by the hope that I will not get hurt, so I continue on this path of uncertainty, only relying on this feeling to guide me through. I am willing to take the risk because My God I am in love. I know he will read this one of these days and I really dont mind that he knows how I feel. The way I see it is "love like you've never been hurt before" since I do not know what will happen in the future. My life will not be lived with regret and having the opportunity to feel this way again is one that will not escape me, so I'll do this wholeheartedly. Now do you understand why I dont like relationship games?!?!!?!? Having said all that I have confessed, I reinstate what I stressed earlier: I refuse to shed my self respect for anyone again, regardless of who they are and how I feel for them. No one will love me more than I love myself and that is the mentality everyone should have. Understandably, sacrifices will be made for the one you love but that person is not deserving of that love once they compromise your dignity. I learned that the hard way but its a lesson that I will never forget. He who owns my heart accepts and sees me for who I am and I know that he wants only the best for me, which is probably why I love him so. 

I'll be the happiest when he comes home.

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In rereading this I found my expressions inadequate. Being truly in love entails a lot of things and I just wont expand on it for now.

Orlando, Florida, is known as a gay destination but it is hardly gay-friendly to the gays and lesbians who live in it. In Orlando in one development at least the homeowners society discriminates against gay men and lesbians by not allowing them to rent a home. Perfectly legally, they preserve their development for straight married couples only.

'"The Homeowner's Association is totally out of control," Suzane Musashe, who leases homes in the subdivision for investors, told WFTV, reports 365 Gay News.

"I feel like I am back in the 60's because there is such discrimination going on," Musashe told the station.'

Over in Washington DC, Kent Snyder, a 49-year-old gay political operative in the Republican Party died of pneumonia on June 26 after being hospitalized for about two months and after running up medical bills exceeding $400,000, according to friends and family members, who said he did not have health insurance.

'Gay staffers from the Ron Paul presidential campaign, some speaking on condition that they not be identified, said they learned about Snyder’s unpaid medical bills from a web site created by his friends that calls on Paul supporters to contribute to a special fund to help Snyder’s family pay the bills.

“I can’t believe he didn’t have health insurance,” said one political activist who read about Snyder’s unpaid medical bills in a story published last month in the Wall Street Journal. “I can’t believe that Ron Paul didn’t give him health insurance,” said the activist, who asked not to be identified.

The Journal story did not identify Snyder as gay; a Washington Post obituary reported Snyder died of viral pneumonia but did not mention his sexual orientation,' reports the Washington Blade.

Gay Activist sends condolences to Mr Snyder's family and friends.

எலி பாஷாணத்தை உண்ட மயக்கமோ? வாழ்வின் இறுதி நிமிடங்களோ? நட்டநடுவில் அனாதையாக எலி. நானும் இன்ன பிறரும் ட்ரெயினைப் பிடிக்கும் அவசரத்தில் ஓடிக் கொண்டிருந்தோம்.

அந்தப் பெண்மணிக்கும் இரவு தாமதமாகிய எட்டு மணி காண்பிக்கும் கடிகாரம் இருந்தது. சக பயணி குப்பையாகப் போட்ட பேப்பர் கவரை எடுத்தார். கையால் மிக லாவகமாக எலியை எடுத்து அதனுள் நகற்றினார்.

இறக்கும் நிமிடங்களில் எலிக்கு கௌரவம். கையறு நிலையில் இருந்து அடக்கமான உறக்கம்.

Councillor John Gilbert said: 'We believe an important question is at stake. Islington, like all councils and employers, needs to know whether we can expect employees to provide services to all sections of the community.'

Miss Ladele's solicitor, Mark Jones, said: 'Employment tribunal decisions help to persuade panels in other similar cases, but are not binding.

'But if an appeal tribunal upholds the employment tribunal's ruling, other hearings would be bound and could not, on similar facts, come to a different decision.'

Yes; and gay men and lesbians have a right not to be discriminated when they are dealt with by the public services, enshrined in law. If that law turns out not to stand up in court, then Parliament have got some explaining - and redrafting - to do.

Moving on.

There's the way things are and the way things oughta be, and every person has the power to choose which of those they're going to contribute to.  Not necessarily in big, significant ways, but in the smallest choices of our seemingly mundane daily lives.  We have the power to choose whether to get impatient with the person in front of us and start tailgating them, or respond with hostility to the rude person tailgating us, whether to laugh at a cruel joke or a slanderous comment, whether to smile and say "Hello" or "Thank You" or ignore people and brush them off, whether to wait patiently in line or bluster and sigh and make sure everyone around us knows that our time is more important, whether to respond to rudeness with more rudeness or that almost magical response which is more difficult but possible - quiet dignity.

The only way to ensure that you will never make a positive impact in this world is to believe that doing so requires a large visible after effect, to be able to see the ripples of your actions or choices because your original effort was so grand in scale and measure.  There is a place for such things to be sure, but by no means are they the only way.  Remember the small things; the tiny choices of daily living in a society with other people just like you and me.  If only we could all remember how much we impact others, how much we make a difference (for better or worse) simply by living our lives as others look on.

The bullying started shortly after he started work at Coleg Trefaca, a conference centre and retreat, in December 2006. Mr Price, from Clydach, near Abergavenny, alleged the Presbyterian Church of Wales, which owns the centre, was guilty of sexual discrimination and constructive dismissal. All of his claims were upheld today.

Employment Judge Dr Rachel Davies said: "We accept Mr Price’s evidence ... in its entirety."

This is the end of a parlor trick. The beginning was him shoving the ball up his ass.

It's not like I can practice my short game at Augusta, is it—the specist ne'er-do-well hatemongers there aren't taking their anti-waterfowl proviso off the books anytime soon, class action suit or no. And really, even if I were a lifelike animatronic bird strutting around the greens and "pretending" to putt, would it be prudent or wise to start poking me with a club? Right when I'm about to sink a hole-in-one on the 18th with the laughing Clown Head and score a free game? So that instead I drive the ball out onto the highway, where it cracks the windshield of a jeep whose driver pulls over and shakes me down for $500?

Even Tiger's dad never pulled that shit.

—Nero

"It was like they were gang raping you," Fitzpatrick said. "There were instances when it happened a couple times in one day."'

The Los Angeles Times reports that three employees of The Cheesecake Factory in Chandler, Arizona, are suing the management of the chain of restaurants for sexual harassment. The company claims it was just humourous horseplay, like hazing.

The US Employment Opportunities Commission are handling the case, alleging unwelcome conduct of a sexual nature that made all these guys feel uncomfortable and unsafe, and affected their ability to really do their jobs... They were constantly worried about being grabbed." ... managers were aware of the problem and "seemed to kind of find the whole thing amusing," ... and did not take measures to stop the harassment or discipline the suspected employees. The commission believed there were more victims.

Blimey! I hope this sort of thing doesn't happen at my local Starbucks. I'll never look a cheesecake innocently in the eye again!

Lillian Ladele, a marriage registrar who claimed civil partnership ceremonies went against her Christian faith, won her case of discrimination on religious grounds and harassment by her local authority today and hailed the decision as a "victory for religious liberty".

Condemning the "catastrophic judgement" the National Secular Society said: "This decision appears to show that religious rights trump gay rights and that should leave gay people quaking in their boots."

Hmm. If I ever have a civil partnership ceremony, I would rather be 'wed' by someone who wanted to do it and was glad to be there than by someone who hated me and my partner and looked at us with such distaste, it looked as though they were cleaning out the septic tank. I'm going against the political correct and gung ho gay media attitude here (again) but, on balance, I tend to agree with the tribunal; staff should not be bullied, for any reason, and that's what this claim was all about - being bullied at work.

However I also agree with the comments of Rod Liddle; there is no room for bigotry in public services and if the lady is so vehemently against homosexuals then she really ought to consider her position and find another job where she won't have to meet or serve or work with gay men and lesbians.

If she can find one.

In law school, those discussions still happen.  But there are major differences.  Because law is like philosophy that matters.

That line always gets the biggest laugh at my "Introduction to Law School" talks, but it does so because it's true.

Let's discuss why.  Arguing about Thomas More's Utopia (free text at Project Gutenburg) or Plato's Republic (text at Gutenburg) can be challenging and interesting, but it won't get anyone out of prison or regain custody of a child.  Law does.  And when a medical malpractice victim has suffered a traumatic injury at the hands of an incompetent hospital staff member, she doesn't call a philosopher.  She calls a lawyer.

Law is where a society embodies its highest philosophical notions regarding truth, justice, freedom, choice and human dignity into tools that have hard-core, real-world consequences.  Law calls upon all the intellectual powers that go into a philosophical discussion, but it doesn't end there.  It matters.

Accordingly, during law school, students are confronted with issues that require each individual to stake out some sort of philosophical basis for his or her point of view.  Issues like abortion, capital punishment, same-sex marriage, drug use.  Both in and out of the classroom, the idea wars get hotly debated.  And that debate is all the hotter this time around,  because---unlike that night out with the college boys---this time the full significance of those ideas is being brought to bear on the lives of actual human beings.  A real person with a real name and a real face will live or die; a couple will marry or not; a child will or will not be born---all these human lives will be forever and fundamentally altered  on the basis of which idea carries the day. 

And that's another reason why law school is cool.

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He was killed because of the sin he committed in this land. He questioned local Dora, a Reddy landlord, of the village against whom no body ever uttered a word till now. He asked for payment of the wages for labour provided by a dalit woman.

He was killed because he asked for payment of the service rendered to the Dora. Reddy dora was in fumes as no one ever dared to question their power and autocratic rule that was above the Indian Constitution for decades and the law of British Queen for generations. No body every asked for explanation in the gram panchayat that has been his mouthpiece for ages.

Hussainappa, a young activist from dalit background, was threatened and attacked before his death, he went to the local MLA with his mother for protection from heinous hooligans who are after his blood. He was advised to leave the village otherwise he would be killed. He was innocent, he thought, his sincere work as a Congress activist would give him some strength in his fighting. He forgot that the same Congress MLA was also a kin of the other Reddy, who is ruling from the time of NTR in Kodangal area against whom nobody ever dared to stand up and question.

He didn’t know that what he learnt in text books in schools and what her heard from teachers on school is all bullshit. he believed there is freedom in this world and he was also like any other human being. he wanted to ask what his conscience told him to ask for the wages of his labor. He got wages for his sins of believing in truth .

Hussainappa as naive and stupid dalit forgot that all police and other MLAs work only for the 'caste' members of the community. He didn't know the reality of how the society works and he believed that this is society where everybody is equal and that nobody is above another citizen.

He tried to seek justice under SC ST Atrocities Act that was not registered by the officials. On the contrary for daring to come all the way to file a complaint he butchered into pieces. Wages of sins he committed in democratic India!

A hero, an innocent soul that believed in truth and equality was killed in day light. So no one will ever say human beings are equal and ever ask for protection of the Constitution that says you are free Indians

He died in a pool of blood. After his death, a few people's organisations called for a meeting and dharna in Kodangal town of Mahabubnagar district, yesterday. Police refused to give permission, still they went ahead. They implemented Act 30, around 2000 CRPF Jawans were all over the place. One small pamphlet made them to come that place to protect the prestige of local MLA. Dora managed to utilize local laws, people in power, and the shield of law all turned in his service instead of serving the citizen of this country

He used his party's SC Cell, local agents for his purpose against these civic societies.
What a democracy that we have in Telangana today after 60 years of independence from colonial rule? Hats off and heads hung in shame as no one in the society today talks of this day light murder of basic human values.

Today, Praja Yudha Nowka Gaddar is receiving threatening calls. He approached police for his safety. He was leader, dalit Puli, but do not have protection. There may be any force, or group tomorrow who can kill anyone who is questioning the system. Any party in India only works for exploiting classes and castes.

We are silent when our resources were looted, when our women were raped, when our lives pulled away from us. Where are people's struggles gone?

There are Che Guveras and Castros and Saddams.to inspire generations. We have our illustrious leaders like Bhagath Singh, Subash Chandra Bose, Ambedkar, Devulapalli Venkateswara Rao, Nagi Reddy, Mallu Swarajyam, Maqdoom Mohiuddin, Belli Lalitha, and others in thousands over the decades
When will our society rise to become human form within. When we raise our voice against injustice against anybody irrespective of what caste he or she belongs

Look for a day when we all feel glad to be part of this society that respects humanity and that nobody did any mistake for taking birth in any house or caste or community

Hoping for better humanity, dignity and Telangana

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6 months ago, I was asked to speak on locust. Sounds weird, but I knew what the woman requesting the talk meant. Locusts represent those trials and tribulations in life that seem to plague us all, overwhelm us, and just don't stop coming sometimes. I've felt pretty swarmed by locust for the last 18 mos.

One of the locust in my life is my niece. She's one of my favorite people on this planet. She's beautiful, smart, and loving. But she's an alcoholic. My heart breaks for her and her 2 children. Alcoholism has taken everything from her, her dignity, her career, her self-respect, and her self-confidence. As I write these words, my heart breaks all over again, tears flow down my face.  And I can't fix her. Nobody can.

Alcoholism has destroyed many lives in my family. The damage comes in alot of different ways, it seeps in through the cracks in our lives. It is a locust.

The Bible talks about all kinds of locust. It describes how when you think the locust has done all the damage it can do, another type of locust comes, then another, then another... on and on. But then, it says after the locust has come, and you are totally depleted, God will replenish you. I like that idea. That God can replenish us.

God loves us so much that there is nothing that we can do or that can happen to us that can stop Him from loving us. Nothing. He loves us. He looks at us as His beautiful daughters, and love us. Just like my family keeps loving my niece throughout the trauma and drama of alcoholism, God keeps loving her. And me. And you.

I am waiting for my niece to be replenished, and restored by God.  I am waiting for her to understand that God loves her completely and absolutely. I am waiting for her to realize there is an end to the swarm of alcoholism on her life. I am waiting for God to do a miracle on her. I have faith, trust, and hope that HE can and wil.

Should have got one of those funky little iPhones. Photo credit: The Dubliner

It isn't a recent article, but I only discovered it yesterday. There's a charming article in The Dubliner website about Dublin 8, a part of the city which is rapidly becoming gayified. Its a interesting read.

'Its psychogeography appeals to the gay aesthetic: Dublin 8’s immigrant history, architecture and urban location make for a colourful mix. It doesn’t have the polish of Dublin 4 or the SUV-driving, hedge-clipping Foxrock Fannies of suburbia. Most gay couples don’t need identikit houses in grim housing estates in Blackrock for extra space for the kids. The quiet, mature streets with red-bricked Georgian and Victorian homes are majestic even if they’re falling down. But it’s nothing that a few crushed velvet drapes and the odd NCAD student in the attic to help with the mortgage won’t fix.'

Er, psychogeography ?  'The study of the effect of geographical factors on the mind or on behaviour' says Google. Hmm. Is there some gay stereotyping going on here?

Here is an article from entitled “Bhutto probe focus of U.N.-Pakistan talks” from CNN’s Web site. The article calls for the investigation of former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto's death.

Before I even read the article I was quickly reminded of what my mother told me while she was in Pakistan in March/April.

Knowing my interest in journalism and world affairs, my mom told me of a great story that needs to be written.

Anyways, since my mom went to Pakistan shortly after the assassination of Bhutto, there were lots of “rumors” on the local streets of the towns she visited.

I say that these are rumors simply because there has not been an investigation and there are no facts to back it up, but who knows? It could be true.

Anyways, what she was told is that the assassination of Bhutto could have been initiated by her husband. Bhutto was a member of Pakistan’s People’s Party (PPP) and was liked among many Pakistani's.

According to Pakistani locals, she was most likely going to win the election and to add to that she planned on divorcing her husband after she won. Obviously this would be shameful for her husband and a possible motive for planting a suicide bomber--so the husband could maintain his honor and dignity.

Anyways, this was just a short and to the point blog. That’s what I was told “word on the street” was after the assassination of Bhutto.

Unfortunately a story has yet to be written citing the cause of death of Bhutto, or addressing the possibility of the conspiracy my mom told me about. Also, an investigation still hasn’t occurred but I believe that justice should prevail to prevent murders of political figures like this one in the future. Until the family allows an autopsy no one may ever know.

Through an application of the Incompleteness Theorem's of Gödel, one can readily understand that communication requires complete trust and cooperation, otherwise, since there are infinitely many interpretations for a sequence of symbols, there is no communication, merely assault.  In the case of war, Sun Tzu has ably demonstrated the need for etiquette.

Honour, (i) never lying, cheating, or stealing, and other such lacks of quality, (ii) reporting oneself if such has occured, and (iii) the care of others, is vital when maintaining integrity.  One sees oneself clearly in a perfect mirror more readily than a sullied mirror.

Through integrity, when honour is not at stake, various qualities can be expressed.  Every individual can achieve their own personal preference with respect to qualities.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_Life

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%B6del's_incompleteness_theorems