BookGirl has Obama Girl Video

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No P Standing

I have to thank Paper Moon for bringing this to the world

You need to have a look at this preacher, to give you a glimpse of so called “Christian extremism”

Here is video of a gentleman who talks about a passage of scripture that jumps out at him.

The worrying factor for me is that this is the normal language “some” Christians use and the minute I hear the “jumped out of scripture” phrase, it always worries me.

“A man needs to be a man”

He says, and one voice in the congregation actually says, “Amen”. May be there is only one other person in that church. I sure hope so.

That man is just loopy.

Wow!

Watch and laugh/weep.

Enjoy!

Photo by http://flickr.com/photos/photocapy/107532475/ Thank you!

Ban Islam? Really!

What happened to good old tolerance?

Surely, it is not dead!

Bit pushed for time, so - May I point to Daniel Pipes of the New York Sun, August 29, 2007

Non-Muslims occasionally raise the idea of banning the Koran, Islam, and Muslims. Examples this month include calls by a political leader in the Netherlands, Geert Wilders, to ban the Koran — which he compares to Hitler’s Mein Kampf — and two Australian politicians, Pauline Hanson and Paul Green, demanding a moratorium on Muslim immigration.
What is one to make of these initiatives? First, some history. Precedents exist from an earlier era, when intolerant Christian governments forced Muslims to convert, notably in 16th-century Spain, and others strongly encouraged conversions, especially of the elite, as in 16th- and 17th-century Russia. In modern times, however, with freedom of expression and religion established as basic human rights, efforts to protect against intolerance by banning the Koran, Islam, or Muslims have failed.

Read the rest for yourself and my advice would be, take your time and become acquainted with the various efforts throughout our human history to ban anything that does not sit confrotably with our value sytems.

Martin Luther King Jr.

Martin Luther King, Jr. Born on January 15, 1929, in Atlanta,Georgia,USA.

I copy the entire transcript of his speech.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

Chickpeas

Written by McGomez, the penny pinching auld fart fae Aberdeen for Shoestring Gourmet

Nutrition Facts:

Per serving of 164 grams = 1 Cup full.

Calories 269

Dietary Fibre 12gms

Sugars 8gms

Fat 4gms

Protein 15gms

Also

Vitamin A & C

Calcium

Iron.

Chickpeas are also called garbanzo beans.

Peas, lentils, and chickpeas are rotation crops to wheat and barley. Planted in alternate years, these rotation crops replenish nitrogen in the soil, reducing or eliminating the need for chemical fertilizers.

The chickpea was originally cultivated on the lands bordering Mesopotamia and the eastern Mediterranean. From there it spread to India and some parts of East Asia.

Chickpeas as well as other legumes are high in fibre.

Buying Tips:

1. Bulk buy dried chickpeas.

2. Tinned, precooked and in salt water.

Dried chickpeas will have to be soaked overnight.

Place in a pan with twice as much water bring to the boil then reduce the heat to simmer for 1 ½ – 2 hours.

Two recipes and a third on a useful link

Chickpea Salad:

As the title suggest this is one of those dishes you can throw anything together, all veg fresh and colourful. The taste and look of the dish is just about endless.

I am looking for contrasting colours, flavour and crunch, here is my favourite.

Ingredients

Red Onion because of the colour and texture, chopped to your preference but not in a blender or you will have a bitter mush.

Red Pepper (bell) Chopped into postage stamp size squares

Frozen peas (microwave with a little water)

Yogurt Plain (Prefer Greek Style)

I (one) Green Chilly seeded and chopped into strands if you like it hot

2 (two) cans chickpeas drained and rinsed to get rid of the salt.

Garnish

Coriander for colour and flavour. Chopped

I spring onion if you are artistic make fans( don’t know how? ask!)

Tabasco (hot sauce if req’d)

Prep:

Large salad bowl.

All the chopped ingredients go into the salad bowl first, followed by the chickpeas then the yogurt.

Fold all the ingredients with a large spoon and be gentle as you can crush the chickpeas (that’s a different dish!)

In the centre add a little Tabasco (if req’d) spread the chopped coriander and spring onion around the side in a circle.

Serve with crusty bread.

Enjoy!

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HUMUS

2 cups or tin of precooked, drained and rinsed chickpeas.

1/3 cup Tahini (To Be bought separately, Useful if you like humus)

2 tablespoons Olive Oil

1 tablespoon fresh garlic chopped fine (optional)

1/2 Lemon squeezed at the end

Crush the chickpeas or blitz it, add Tahini, 2 tablespoons olive oil, (garlic) and lemon juice.

Mix until smooth.

Serve with warm Pitta bread, Tortillas, French stick or Crusty farmhouse loaf. Fingers do the trick too, but only if solo or a very romantic event for two.

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Aubergine and Chick Pea Link