TEEN GANG RAPE CASE

A British teenager was found guilty of lying to the police after she alleged she was gang raped by 12 Israeli youths in Cyprus.

In court, the woman insisted that she was raped, but had been pressured into changing her account by Cypriot police. She was initially denied legal representation.

“One moment I was a victim, the next I was the accused. Eight hours of interrogation, denied access to a lawyer — while those accused of raping me had legal representation immediately.”

Marios Matsakis, a forensic pathologist, said the woman’s injuries were consistent with rape. The judge refused to allow any evidence about whether the woman was raped, her lawyers said.

She spent more than a month in prison before being granted bail. Her passport has been held to prevent her leaving the country.

She is due to be sentenced on 7 January 2020. The charge of public mischief carries a maximum penalty of a year in jail and a £1,500 fine.

A UK Foreign Office spokesman said:

“The UK is seriously concerned about the fair trial guarantees in this deeply distressing case and we will be raising the issue with the Cypriot authorities.”

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On your side of the bed, there’s a picture of our wedding day
A clock that don’t work and the bible that your daddy gave
It’s on the window side, where the moon creeps in at night
Staring at the ceiling, lying here all alone
I said a prayer for you, then I said one of my own
But you don’t reach for me, when you lie down quietly

Tell me how, how’d you get so far away?
All we have left, are the memories of the love we made
Are you sleeping with your own regret?
On your side of the bed

On your side of the bed there’s a burnt down candle flame
A letter I’ve started but I didn’t know what to say
No I couldn’t write it down, so I try to say it now

Tell me how, how’d you get so far away?
All we have left, are the memories of the love we made
Are you sleeping with your own regret?
On your side of the bed

Aren’t you even gonna make a sound?
Your side of the bed
Turn the other way when I turn the lights down
Your side of the bed
Are you lonely? Like I’m lonely?

How, how’d you get so far away?
All we have left are the memories of the love we made
Are you sleeping with your own regret?
Tell me how, how’d you get so far away?
All we have left, are the memories of the love we made
Are you sleeping with your own regret?
On your side of the bed
On your side of the bed
Are you still awake, on your side of the bed.

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The lady’s a saint.

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In various ways people have been suffering across the world under the ruling elite, but everything has its breaking point.

“Life is tough, and you put up with it, you put up with it, you put up with it, you put up with it – and all of a sudden this one small thing comes and you say: ‘Fuck this!’”

Alma Guillermoprieto

 

Corporate predators – corruption – authoritarian governments – austerity – nepotism – election rigging – workers exploitation etc. etc. etc.

This song is metaphoric, when it refers to getting drunk, it means drunk on love, not alcohol, and wanting to remain in that state.
 

I wanna walk that line a little crooked
And live my life a little on the rocks
Laugh at every time I fell
Not afraid to make a fool of myself
And keep on dancing when the music stops

‘Cause I love being in love
It’s the best kind of drug
Drunk on the high, leanin’ on your shoulder
Sweet like a wine as it gets older
When I die I don’t wanna go sober
Oh, when I die, I don’t wanna go sober

You’re like drinking from a never-ending bottle
When I think it’s gone there’s always a little more left
Lay back with you and close my eyes
Let the big ol’ world just spin on by
And sayin’ your name with my last breath

‘Cause I love being in love
It’s the best kind of drug
Drunk on the high, leanin’ on your shoulder
Sweet like a wine as it gets older
When I die I don’t wanna go sober
Oh, when I die I don’t wanna go sober

I love being in love
It’s the best kind of drug
Drunk on the high, leanin’ on your shoulder
Sweet like a wine as it gets older
When I die I don’t wanna go sober

Oh, I love being in love
It’s the best kind of drug
Drunk on the high, leanin’ on your shoulder
Sweet like a wine as it gets older
When I die I don’t wanna go sober

Oh, when I die, I don’t wanna go sober.
Oh, when I die, I don’t wanna go sober.

“It’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled.”

The result of a nationwide referendum in Switzerland was overturned on the grounds that the information given to voters was insufficient. That sounds right to me.

The people of the UK were lied to about the EU Referendum and now we have a serial liar for a Prime Minister. There is nothing right about that whatsoever.

 

Slowly, one by one, the petals started to fall from you,
But you always had a brave face during times of difficulty.
No one would even realise your end was near as you took it all in your stride,
Your skies were always blue when mine were dark and gloomy.

Now your journey has come to an end and we go our separate ways,
The cycle of life churns on regardless of what we feel, or care about, or do.
Time diminishes pain but leaves good memories intact forever,
I will always remember the flower of the sun that stood tall against the storm.

 

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