Now they're finding them in old septic tanks and the like.

Along with Children being used for medical experiments and vaccine trials.

Quote:“CHERISH ALL THE children equally” is a defining Irish shibboleth, enshrined in the Proclamation of Independence. It is one of our highest aspirations and, like most of the things we Irish hold dearest, it is build on a solid foundation of utter hypocrisy.

Cherish all the children? By all available evidence, we Irish don’t even like children.

In the past week, a horror story has unfolded. Eight hundred children are buried in an unmarked mass grave in Tuam, Co Galway, in a disused septic tank on the former grounds of an institution known locally as “The Home”. The Bon Secours nuns operated “The Home” between 1926 and 1961 and over the years housed thousands of unmarried mothers and their “illegitimate” children.

The tireless work of historian Catherine Corless has revealed that 796 children, the oldest nine years, the youngest two days old, are in that tank. Causes of death include “malnutrition, measles, convulsions, tuberculosis, gastroenteritis and pneumonia”. The tank is described as “filled to the brim with tiny bones and skulls”.

On Liveline during the week, a clear picture emerged. Unmarried mothers incarcerated until they signed over their babies, healthy children sold to be adopted by wealthy Americans and disabled infants, who had no sale value, abandoned in “Dying Rooms”, and their bodies dumped by the brides of Christ in a septic tank.

This was a nationwide industry founded on human suffering. In a country utterly corrupted by its own twisted version of Catholicism and run by a complicit elite, young women who “fell pregnant” were condemned. They had sinned and were left to the mercy of perverts and brutes. Their children were a tainted commodity to be sold or discarded at the whim of people considered “religious”.

A further horror is that it seems highly unlikely Tuam was the only mother and baby home which starved infants and crammed their tiny bodies into unmarked graves. The dead children must number in the thousands.

To quote Bob Dylan, “Even Jesus would never forgive what you do”.

What was once “The Home” is now a housing estate. There are real homes there now, proper homes where families live and children play. I hope it’s a happy place.

Expect the usual Defenders of the Faith to trot out their well-practised ”few bad apples” lines. ”The vast majority of Catholic institutions did great good for Irish children,” they’ll tell us. They’ll wring their hands and drip sincerely that times were different then and nobody knew how bad it was, but the simple truth is they’ll be wrong, perhaps wilfully wrong, to say nobody knew.

We knew. We just didn’t care.

In 1946, Ireland’s culture of cruelty and indifference to the most vulnerable was condemned by the most famous priest in the world and we ignored him.

The internationally-acclaimed hero of “Boys Town”, Roscommon-born Father Edward Flanagan, visited the land of his birth and was horrified by what he saw here, denouncing Ireland’s treatment of children in Church and State care as “a scandal, un-Christlike, and wrong”.

Flanagan, a reluctant celebrity since the 1938 film starring Spencer Tracey had immortalised him, had founded Boys Town in 1917 as a centre of education and shelter for poor and neglected boys in Omaha, Nebraska. His philosophy was simple and powerful: “There is no such thing as a bad boy”.

Father Flanagan treated those in his care with compassion and respect and his kindness showed such success that he became known as “the world’s foremost expert on boys’ training and youth care.”

Flanagan told a public meeting in Cork’s Savoy Cinema: “You are the people who permit your children and the children of your communities to go into these institutions of punishment. You can do something about it.” Calling Ireland’s institutions “a disgrace to the nation,” he said “I do not believe that a child can be reformed by lock and key and bars, or that fear can ever develop a child’s character.”

Nobody listened.

In the Dáil, the then Minister for Justice, Gerald Boland, dismissed Flanagan’s reports of children beaten with “the cat o’ nine tails, the rod, and the fist”.

“I was not disposed to take any notice of what Monsignor Flanagan said while he was in this country,” Boland told said, “because his statements were so exaggerated that I did not think people would attach any importance to them.”

Nobody listened.

But of course we’ve changed now, 70 years later. We’ve learned from the mistakes of the past and we really do cherish all the children now, don’t we?

Well, we’ve just had the European and Local Elections and turnout was good, by our standards: 57% of the electorate went to the polls to administer a kicking to the Government. Compare that to the 2012 Children’s Rights Referendum. For all our guff about cherishing children, when we were offered the chance to enshrine their rights in the Constitution, only 33.5% of us could be bothered to vote.

On his return to the US, Father Flanagan addressed his Irish countrymen and women:

“What you need over there is to have someone shake you loose from your smugness and satisfaction and set an example by punishing those who are guilty of cruelty, ignorance and neglect of their duties in high places… I wonder what God’s judgment will be with reference to those who hold the deposit of faith and who fail in their God-given stewardship of little children.”

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BTW,
has anyone else noticed that FF.NET is running a script of some sort to
prevent you from selecting and copying blocks of text on its pages?  I
had to NoScript the site before I could copy that line I quoted, which
then turned everything on the page into centered text.

Yep. I suspect it was the same time they blocked flagfic.

The opposite of unreal estate? Instead of taking a chunk of landmass off the surface of the earth to space, we take a chunk of spacemass and land it back on Earth We can already move them into planetary orbits. I wonder if a safe, controlled landing would be possible? Maybe using some variant of a spindizzy in the core of a small rock.

Find your target rock in the main belt, bring it to Earth, land it in some water basin near your country's EEZ, put a flag on it (Either an existing nation, or the Democratic People's Republic of Atlantis), along with some settlements, maybe some mines and a few troops to keep everyone else away. The benefits to mining the thing are obvious, along with having big ocean with a lot of resources, tourism and the chance to do research on establishing ecosystems. Do a slow enough landing, and there won't be any adverse effects on nearby coastlines.... it's not a sudden shock, but a gradual displacement over the course of a week or two.

Landing a 3km diameter rock in the ocean will make little to no difference to sea-levels, when compared with the massive volume of the ocean. Certain large countries with a view to expanding aquatic territorial claims might even see this as a way to spread their influence.

It makes other things possible too.

Imagine damming the Mediterranean for example? Think of the massive potential energy the flow of tides could create between the Mediterranean and the Atlantic. Using space-rock makes this a thousand times simpler. You can just go 'drop'. And suddenly, you've got the largest lake - with only a turbine-filled channel remaining supplying masses of electricity into Africa or Europe. You'd need a ship-lift or some form of lock-gate to enable commerce- but you can build these systems before landing.

Of course, cocking it up and making a splash would be.... unpleasant. But there doesn't seem to be a technical reason why it'd be impossible.

Maybe I should lay off the cough syrup?
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?

I'm still working on 4e stats for characters from IST-world books, but I'm focusing my efforts on characters with Unaging, as most likely to be still active in the same way now as they were in the '89-'91 timeframe. Doctor Radiation's already been written up, so I'm not feeling a need to do my own version, but Cascade, Predator, and Voltmaster from Super Scum, and Drifter and Patchwork from the main IST book, are all ready for public perusal Real Soon Now (TM).

Also, I found myself thinking that the characters who had Dependents or other SOs have had the time and opportunity to pass their metagenes to another generation. So I checked the books, and the relevant characters would be Dwarfstar, Armator, Deacon Blues, Harold Potter, and the "power couple" of Electra and Professor Possessor. I'm not really creative enough to design the offspring, but I encourage anyone who does feel capable of it, to give it a shot.

Effect: Doug and chosen targets inside his AoE become completely invulnerable to harm for the duration of the song, but have a variety of strange visual manifestations applied, randomly per subject. They my lose all color to be in shades of grey or sepia like an old photograph, be followed by a rainbow afterimage, have a thick border of some neutral color appear around them like a cardboard cutout, etc. They can also dance with great skill and perfect coordination, if they can hear the music (the "sound" part of Safe & Sound) and they choose to.

Very useful to get a group of civilians out of a danger zone, as Doug can simply start it up and call for them to dance with him, then lead the group away at best across-the-floor speed and only have to worry about the ones who refuse to dance having trouble with rough ground or getting trampled - and any dancer who helps them may bring them into step as part of the choreography, though they're free to stop dancing again if they're a real party-pooper.

This would be awesome to foil a Death Eater attack by the way. So very Doug.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

2:03 or so in this episode:

College girl slash teen superhero FIRESTAR: (zap zap) I need to use more power!

So what does she do? Rubs her boobs on the giant, red, wrinkly ball from space, makes it grow a huge projection that curves upward, then grabs it by the tip and uses it to lead the meteor around.

My inner child is crying in a corner.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

...http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/27/showbiz/c ... ?hpt=hp_t3]has finally been caught on video.
For those who don't know what I mean, for the past couple decades there have been a slowly-accumulating body of http://www.billmurraystory.com/]"no shit, Bill Murray was there doing/saying/being something crazy/awesome/crazy awesome" stories, usually ending with Murray telling the person recounting the tale that no one would ever believe him.  Now, no doubt a fair number of these are made up, either for the fun of it or as a copycat or both.  Murray himself http://gawker.com/5591356/bill-murray-o ... ban-legend]coyly avoids denying or confirming them.
But this time, someone got it on video.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

From: RADM Thunders, Fleet Admirals Office
RE: Enforced leave of absence

Due to unforseen RL comitments, I am unable to spend any time on STO for the forseeable future.  However,  RADM Sassinak has all the permissions needed to act as Fleet Admiral for the 7th until my return.  i also urge her to appoint an addtional fleet admiral to act as her deputy just in case.

(This applies to CO, and Neverwinter, though I"m not in a position of responsibility in those games.  heck... do we even HAVE a Neverwinter guild???)
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children

I woke up at around 3:00-3:30 A.M. on Saturday morning with excruciating pain in my upper right back. I tried to get back to sleep but couldn't, so I went over to my parents' bedroom, where my dad was sleeping. I told him about the pain and he felt around the affected area, but couldn't find any sign of a knot or some other muscle-related problem.

After a fitful night of sleep for me, dad got up and called my mom, who was away on vacation. She did some research and suggested that it could be a kidney stone. When I took my morning leak, I noticed that the pain seemed to subside for some time after that and told dad as such; we soon figured that it must indeed be a kidney stone. When the pain returned we immediately decided to go over to the hospital. Once there they did a blood test and hooked me to an IV (primarily to get some fluid in me so that they could run a urinalysis test); they also put in some morphine and some anti-nausea medicine, though the morphine didn't do much at all with the pain (and it was a somewhat large dosage, to boot!).

They ran a CT scan on me (lying on my back for that was uncomfortable due to the pain), and later had me try to urinate in a cup for the urinalysis test. It took quite some time for enough urine to come out that they could use the sample; it also took a while for my CT scan's results to be processed, as the radiologist also had to deal with the CT scans from three or so trauma patients.

The results came back, and they indicated that there indeed was a small kidney stone. Now, the size of a kidney stone is less important in terms of the amount of pain caused than the shape of the stone, and mine was apparently quite irregular in shape (smooth stones cause much less pain than irregular ones). It was also already dislodging from the kidney and they said that it could be out within the next day or so. They gave me prescriptions for meds that would help with the pain and nausea and help make it easier for the stone to come out.

The doctors noted that kidney stones could bring even the toughest of people to their knees, and after my experience (the first kidney stone that I can recall having) I'd have to agree!

Incidentally, on the night before I'd drunk a rather large glass of iced water after eating some pizza for dinner (pizza tends to make one quite thirsty due to the salt in it), and yet I still ended up suffering from a kidney stone!

So, has anyone else here suffered from kidney stones?

Because, in a real-time world, nobody stays a kid forever, not even Stan Andrews. (The skill-set is a straight-up conversion of what he had at 17; I may work out what his actual skills would be as he moves into middle age, though I'd be thrilled to get suggestions.)

Reverend Chrome [569 points]
ST 30 [200], DX 12 [40], IQ 11 [20], HT 12 [20].
Will 13 [10], Move 5 [-5].
Advantages: Appearance (Handsome) [12], Body of Metal [175], Common Sense [10], DR 22 [110], DR 6 (Metal, -40%) [18], DR 2 (Crushing, -40%) [6], High Pain Threshold [10], Patron (Supertemps, 6) [15], Reputation +2 [10].
Disadvantages: Code of Honor (Hero) [-15], Dependency (metal, weekly) [-20], Duty (Supertemps, 9) [-10], Enemy (various criminal groups, 6) [-15], Honesty (12) [-10], Pacifism (Cannot Harm Innocents) [-10], Sense of Duty (to humanity) [-15].
Quirks: Cannot float; Chews literal nails when angry; Doesn't like being asked what he thinks of heavy metal music; Takes his responsibility to his congregation seriously; Tolerant of others, within reason.
Skills: Area Knowledge (Atlanta)-11 [1], Bicycling-12 [1], Brawling-15 [8], Dancing-13 [2], Diplomacy-10 [2], First Aid-11 [1], Judo-11 [2], Leadership-10 [1], Public Speaking-13 [8], Streetwise-10 [1], Tactics-9 [1].