The US has said little about Mount Sinjar since 14 August, when Obama declared the siege broken, but recent satellite imagery and interviews with Yazidis still on the mountain indicate a humanitarian emergency continuing to unfold

The US has said little about Mount Sinjar since 14 August, when Obama declared the siege broken, but recent satellite imagery and interviews with Yazidis still on the mountain indicate a humanitarian emergency continuing to unfold

He had been dead for over two years, but he still had a magic touch with readers.
When best-selling author C. David Heymann’s latest (and last) book, Joe and Marilyn: Legends in Love, came out in July, it received the kind of reviews most authors would kill for.
The Columbus Dispatch called it an “engrossing portrait.” The Christian Science Monitor and the New York Post raved. Kirkus Reviews said it was “a well-researched story” revealing the “profoundly unethical behavior of the medical and mental health professionals who dealt with [Monroe].” The popular Canadian magazine Maclean’s praised Heymann’s research, finding “his sources credible.”
The publisher, a subsidiary of media behemoth CBS, says Joe and Marilyn tells “the riveting true story” of the lusty, tempestuous and brief marriage between the Yankees slugger and the iconic actress.
In this and his previous 10 books, Heymann served up intimate details no other celebrity biographer could match. It was often titillating and sometimes shocking stuff. In Joe and Marilyn, Heymann wrote that DiMaggio beat Monroe, wiretapped her home and stalked her by skulking around in disguises, wearing a fake beard and for hours holding up a copy of The New York Times so no one would notice him in the lobby of the Waldorf Astoria hotel.
In May 2012, Heymann fell dead in the lobby of his New York City apartment building, but that presented no problem for his publisher, according to Emily Bestler, who edited his last four books. She told Newsweek during a phone conversation in July that Heymann was “a true professional” who “finished the book before he died.”
Still, Bestler said, she paid to have the book thoroughly fact-checked just to make sure all was in order. Nothing troubling turned up, she told me, not even a misspelled name.
Bestler’s mood changed when I told her I wanted to discuss numerous fabrications Newsweek had uncovered in Joe and Marilyn. She cut me off in mid-sentence, shouting that such questions were improper because she had thought I was calling only to ask about the marketing of a book by a dead author. She then declared that “this is getting ugly” and hung up.
C. David Heymann’s Lies About JFK and Jackie, Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor
We should not be comfortable or content in a society where the only way to remain free of surveillance and repression is if we make ourselves as unthreatening, passive, and compliant as possible.
He ran in and kicked me in the head. I almost passed out at that point… Paramedics came… They said it was too much blood, I had to go to the hospital.
The sheer magnitude of the world can be staggering. How can so much exist and yet have no objective purpose? Trillions upon trillions of all categories of life, each with an unknown multitude of intricacies and unknown complexities along with unique experiences, have existed and died almost purposelessly upon this planet for billions of years. Time is indifferent. Space is indifferent. Nature is indifferent. It is us, people, that give our environment the notion of “meaning.” Objectively, the Earth is just an infinitely puny green and blue sphere rotating in absolute, never ending space. We are alone within infinity.
The fact that people, a young, self-important, utterly limited species lethargically self-classified as “human beings”, could claim ownership not only over this planet, but over the universe itself – through deities created by and for the endurance of human principles – demonstrates the small-minded audacity of our collective. As though, we, a species that has considered itself ‘civilized’ for only 12,000 years, could believe that we have any sort of substantial superintendence over this awesome force of nature. When in context, this unfortunately common way of thinking among people is inarguably delusional and downright bizarre.
– AnonVoice
August 16th, 2014
WWII photos are always worth a look, especially when they’re in color.
I find photography fascinating. Many people seem to forget (or never fully realize the magnitude of the fact that) that every photo captured is simply a physical presentation of a single, physical moment in time, just as real as the physical moment we all currently live in. For example in this photo we see the defeated Nazi flag being touted triumphantly by two men, the Army truck parked behind them, the clear blue sky hanging overhead, the victorious smiles on the faces of the men….
And yet none of what we see in this image is real anymore. We see it all represented in a physical photograph, yes, but this moment no longer exists, and in fact will never exist again in this universe. Right now, that same Nazi flag is probably in storage, lost, or deteriorated into scraps, that truck likely drove away, decades ago, to an unknown fate, the sky has adjusted according to time and the clouds have since succumbed to the laws of the water cycle many times over, the two men are almost certainly dead by now, and those smiles you see probably faded into obscurity within minutes of the photo being taken.
Yet, even still, the moment we see in this photograph was just as material as your moment is right now. Each of the subjects did experience the setting – along with the war itself – in their own unique way. Their personalities and perceptions born out of an incalculable combination of seemingly insignificant factors and circumstances exclusively determining the way each one of them perceived and observed their own habitual reality in that now nonexistent time period; both of the men had lived years of life just to reach that moment, possibly the most far-reaching moment ever experienced by either of them, a physical moment now equally nonextant as any physical moment that had taken place before or since that one physical moment up until an instant before this precise physical moment.
I find photography fascinating.
– AnonVoice
August 16th, 2014