http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_propaganda
Wikipedia
Nazi propaganda
Propaganda, the coordinated attempt to influence public opinion through the use of media, was skillfully used by the Nazi Party in the years leading up to and during Adolf Hitler's leadership of Germany (1933–1945). Nazi propaganda provided a crucial instrument for acquiring and maintaining power, and for the implementation of their policies, including the pursuit of total war and the extermination of millions of people in the Holocaust.
As to the methods to be employed, he explains:
"Propaganda must not investigate the truth objectively and, in so far as it is favourable to the other side, present it according to the theoretical rules of justice; yet it must present only that aspect of the truth which is favourable to its own side.
"Debt of Honor" [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
"A Jack Ryan Novel"
Tom Clancy
BERKLEY paperback 1994
$8.99 U.S.
Page 27
"Okay," Clark said. "You're a serious man, and we understand that. The fifty million can be paid up-front. Swiss account?"
"That is somewhat better," Corp allowed, taking his time. He walked around to the back of the Rover and pointed into the open cargo area. "These are your rock samples?"
"Yes, sir," Clark replied with a nod. He handed over a three-pound piece of stone with a very high-grade Molly-be-damned ore, though it was from Colorado, not Africa. "Want to show it to your people?"
"What is this?" Corp pointed at two objects in the Rover.
"Our lights, sir." Clark smiled as he took one out. Ding did the same.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/may/17/night-jack-orwell-prize
theguardian TheObserver
Dispatches from the fault lines of modern Britain
For over a year, police detective 'Jack Night' chronicled his working life in an unnamed UK town on his remarkably frank blog Night Jack. Now his scathing and revealing posts on the reality of policing in Britain have won him an Orwell Prize
The Observer, Saturday 16 May 2009
I started the Night Jack blog back in February last year after discovering a police blog called Inspector Gadget. I read it and I agreed with it. My comments on there started to get so long that one evening I sat down with my laptop and started a blog of my own. If anyone had told me then that I was going to win the Orwell Prize I would have asked them to stop being silly. It is still a bit of a nosebleed experience up here. But I am grateful to the Orwell Prize for noticing Night Jack and for choosing to do so in a year that has seen political blogging become a more important part of the wider political process. As you may know, the blog was put up on bricks this month because I want to concentrate on writing a book, but these are some of the posts people seemed to like.
Darkness at the Edge of Town
17 June 2008
I've written about the Patton Hall Estate before. It is on my way to the weekly shop, and on a whim I dropped in off duty last weekend to take a look round and see how things were 10 years on. This is a place that we wrested back out of the hands of the "Evil Poor" by the direct use of an informal Police and Community partnership.
It is safe to say that the estate is still in the safe hands of the Tenants Association. I saw lots of neat gardens, washing hung out to dry, hardly a piece of litter, happy laughing kids playing out, people washing their cars. There were many reliable visual indicators of a thriving community. The Housing Association has even built some sheltered accommodation for the elderly where the low-rise single-occupancy rat nests used to be. It felt like what it was, a good place to live, bring up children and grow old with dignity but without fear.
Two miles up the road is where the "Evil Poor" roost. Now I don't say that everybody who is poor is evil or that all evil people are poor. When I say "Evil Poor" I mean the multi-generational families of wasters, self-sundered from the worlds of work, education, law or personal responsibility. I mean the people who have entirely bought into a life of chaos, violence and crime. All police bloggers end up writing about them, and we all know them and their works. There festering on the edge of town is the Cannonrail Estate, bodged together using cheapest available material in the early 1970s by an ambitious council. They have never been able to fill it, and half of it has been knocked down and turfed over these past 10 years. What remains are warrens of boxy "modern terraces" built using a cheap yellow brick that has stained badly. You can see the original idea, modern dwellings, open spaces, play areas, shops, library, community centre, it was all there.
I went there for a look as well.
Nobody was washing their cars here, they have had them up on blocks, for years. No kids playing out, just the odd skinny abandoned devil dog trotting up and down looking for trouble. There were rotting disposable nappies in gardens and in the street. Every windy corner was a-rattle with empty lager cans and fag butts. Dog shit, broken bottles and deep motorbike and car tyre tracks disfigured the dying, untended and unused football pitches. These were Euro funded and opened with such pride and hope just a few years ago. Every aparatus on the children's playground was bent, broken and useless. Every tile in the happy happy mosaic installed at the opening has been lovingly chipped, broken and destroyed. Nothing stays good on Cannonrail. The council had given everybody new wooden garden fences last year and within a month they were ripped apart and useless. Nobody living there gives a flying one. They didn't care about the old broken fences in the first place.
Every time a tenant moves on, you need a fumigation crew and a complete redecoration at minimum. Every third house is "tinned up" to prevent the locals getting in to strip out anything left of value. It doesn't have to be like that, it's not the place, it's not the poverty or the local schools, there are jobs. There are so many social workers to help you, but no, in the end it is the people. In Cannonrail is concentrated the most rapacious of the "Evil Poor" and all they can do is destroy and spoil everything around them. It's not a minority of anti-social trouble-makers causing the problems here because damn near every resident is anti-social. Maybe I am demonising them and their children. Well, that's what I do to demons.
There are the shops, an off-licence and a general store, each festooned with after-market security additions, razor wire, steel doors, cameras, security lights and the like. The shopkeepers always look on edge. Outside, burnt-out bins and more of the detritus of living the "Evil Poor" life, a broken child's bike, pizza boxes, crushed cigarette packets and half a dozen black bin bags weeping dirty cheap kiddies' clothes.
There is a Community Centre that, if anything, is more forbiddingly spiky than the shops. Nobody from the Community goes there but at least it gives the social workers somewhere to hide from their clients during the day. The saddest thing there is the shell of the little branch library, closed, roof tiles stripped and lying broken in the high weeds around. It never stood a chance.
These are the places of the people that we are talking about. These are the homes they return to after a day or a night spent ruining yours. This is where they swagger and brag of the beatings and robbings. This is where the drugs go. This is the pathology. This is where the Evil Poor live. Even when the sun is cracking the paving stones, this is the darkness at the edge of town.
http://planetpolice.org/?author=16
AUTHOR ARCHIVES: nightjack
Errrm Hello....Is This Thing On
Posted on April 22, 2009 by nightjack
I even got the obligatory Police blogging book offer. I am not now, nor have I ever been, a media cop.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0641097/bio
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Biography for
Gail O'Grady
Date of Birth
23 January 1963, Detroit, Michigan, USA
Birth Name
Gail Ann O'Grady
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001817/bio
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Biography for
Reginald VelJohnson
Date of Birth
16 August 1952
http://www.cswap.com/1988/Die_Hard/cap/en/25fps/a/01_35
Die Hard
1:35:52
Hey, pal, you got flat feet?
1:35:57
What the hell
are you talking about, man?
1:35:59
Something had
to get you off the street.
1:36:01
What's the matter?
1:36:03
You don't think jockeying papers
across a desk is a noble effort for a cop?
1:36:07
No.
1:36:12
I had an accident.
1:36:14
The way you drive, I can see why.
1:36:16
What'd you do ?
1:36:17
Run over your captain's foot
with the car?
1:36:23
I shot a kid.
1:36:26
He was 13 years old.
1:36:29
Oh, it was dark. I couldn't see him.
1:36:31
He had a ray gun, looked real enough.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Mogadishu_(1993)
Battle of Mogadishu (1993)
The Battle of Mogadishu (also referred to as the Battle of the Black Sea, and Black Hawk Down in popular culture) or for Somalis: the Day of the Rangers (Somali: Maalintii Rangers) was part of Operation Gothic Serpent and was fought on October 3 and 4, 1993, in Mogadishu, Somalia, between forces of the United States supported by UNOSOM II and Somali militia fighters loyal to president to be Mohamed Farrah Aidid who had support from armed civilian fighters.
On October 3, 1993, Task Force Ranger, U.S. Special Operations Forces composed mainly of Bravo Company 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta (better known as “Delta Force”) operators, and the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Airborne) (“The Night Stalkers”), attempted to capture Aidid's foreign minister Omar Salad Elmi and his top political advisor, Mohamed Hassan Awale.
The plan was that Delta Force operators would assault the target building (using MH-6 Little Bird helicopters) and secure the targets inside the building while four Ranger chalks (under the command of Capt. Michael D. Steele) would fast rope down from hovering MH-60L Black Hawk helicopters. The Rangers would then create a four-corner defensive perimeter around the target building while a column of nine Humvees and three five-ton trucks (under the command of Lt. Col. Danny McKnight) would arrive at the target building to take the entire assault team and their prisoners back to base. The entire operation was estimated to take no longer than 30 minutes.
The ground-extraction convoy was supposed to reach the captive targets a few minutes after the beginning of the operation. However, it ran into delays. Somali citizens and local militia formed barricades along the streets of Mogadishu with rocks and burning tires, blocking the convoy from reaching the Rangers and their captives. Aidid militiamen with megaphones shouting, "Kasoobaxa guryaha oo iska celsa cadowga!" ("Come out and defend your homes!").
"Debt of Honor" [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
"A Jack Ryan Novel"
Tom Clancy
BERKLEY paperback 1994
$8.99 U.S.
On cue, Chavez flipped his light on and played it toward the larger of the two distant groups. Clark handled the three men close to the Rover. The "lights" worked like a charm. It took only about three seconds before both CIA officers could turn them off and go to work securing the men's hands.
"Did you think we forgot?" the CIA field officer asked
