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Animal testing on rabbits
Rabbits are commonly used animals for animal experiments. Other common animals used are mice, rats and invertebrates. In 1972, around 450 000 rabbits were used for experiments in the United States, decreasing to around 240 000 in 2006. This followed the general trend of fewer animals being used for experiments - especially during the last ten years.
Rabbits are currently used mainly for the development of polyclonal antibodies and for the controversial Draize test, which is used for, amongst other things, testing cosmetics on animals.
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Under Siege 2 - Dark Territory
Your access code, please.
I'll never...
...give you the code.
The psychological profile we have|on you says you will.
However, if you wish|to prove the profile incorrect...
...sit back and see what happens|when an intensely hot needle...
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:08 AM
God what a f---ed up dream. Makes me think of being tortured. They put you into a machine and you have to wriggle your way out, centimeter by centimeter and it is beyond claustrophobic and they look for your worst fears and every day they have a new day to exploit your worst fears and this g--damned doesn't even come close - not even g--damned close - to describing how bad it is.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:12 AM
They don't torture you with primarily physical pain, such as beatings, etc. Physical torture is easy to resist. For a while at least. If you are good, you can resist it for a long time. Depends on how far they take it though. But the real bastards look to get in your head and really screw with you. And they have weeks and months and years to just screw with your head and screw with your head because they are lunatics and this doesn't come goddamned close to describing how bad it was.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 8:55 AM
I woke up this time thinking, partially visualizing, flying an F-14 Tomcat over the ocean somewhere. I can almost visualize another F-14 flying on my wing. Suddenly, the other F-14 exploded but I can't actually visualize that part. I think both people parachuted out of that aircraft. Apparently another missile hit my aircraft, blew off the canopy, and knocked me unconscious. Then I can almost see us traveling straight down towards the ocean surface and the RIO in the seat behind me was yelling at me to wake up. I pulled up and engaged the two aircraft that fired at us. One was hit by my Sparrow but the other Sparrow missed. I went in and finished off the other one up close. I returned to the carrier and landed safely, and then passed out from a moderate concussion with blood running out from underneath my cracked helmet.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 9:00 AM
Or the RIO had been knocked out to from the explosion that tore off the canopy. What I was hearing was someone on the carrier yelling at me over the radio to pull up before I crashed into the ocean.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 9:45 AM
In my "memory" of that time in that Mustang, the guy sitting asleep all the time in the back seat of the car might actually represent that the RIO had been killed in the explosion that blew off the canopy of my F-14. The guy in the seat to the right of my might have been a pilot in another F-14 guiding me back to the carrier because I was suffering from a concussion.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 9:49 AM
How I managed to shoot down those two enemy fighters is beyond me. I imagine or remember that I left a wake on the ocean surface I came so close to it before I recovered control after the initial missile volley they sent at us. They got off another volley but none of those detonated around me.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:48 PM
I wonder if my brain was so scrambled after that missile shattered the canopy that I started communicating to the carrier in Spanish?!!
That would make a whole lot of sense that it happened like that!!!!
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:49 PM
I think that I am fluent in Spanish and my brain was so rattled that I couldn't remember how to speak English for a little while.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 17 March 2007 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/18/07 3:12 PM
I wonder if the day I wrote about recently, where the F-14 on my wing exploded from a missile hit and my canopy was shattered by another one, was when President Reagan was listening in to us from the White House, for some reason. I'm not sure why he was listening in to our communications, but I am thinking that it was because he was listening that we were jumped. One notion is that my wingman and I were observing a Soviet bomber and their fighter escort went hostile.
I have also been wondering if that photo on my instrument panel that brought me back to consciousness as the controllers were yelling at me to pull up
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 18 March 2007 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Thursday, November 04, 2010 Posted by H.V.O.M at 10:55 AM
Good ole boys
That's why they would do nothing but take me to the hospital where the people at the hospital would then drug me up for days and weeks and months and years.
The purpose of the drugs was to force me to tell them I am lying about my true identity and to reveal that I am an undercover police officer which they know I will not do under direct questioning, even to this day.
These good ol' boys around here think that undercover police officer's are rude for not informing the local and county police office's about their undercover activity.
The good ol' boys want to ensure that organized crime in King County Washington has a fighting chance to avoid being prosecuted by United States federal justice.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 4 November 2010 excerpt ends]
