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This is the U.S. Technology 'Hunting' Osama bin Laden

Posted by newbie Wednesday, May 4, 2011 0 comments

Most-wanted fugitives United States (USA), Osama bin Laden, known for clever hide. Here's technology that never used the U.S. to pursue this fugitive.
The U.S. has to chase Osama bin Laden since the World Trade Center ago (9 / 11) and the many ways that was fruitless. Here are ways that once made the United States to pursue bin Laden.
Tracking model biological
Geographers University of California-Los Angeles (UCLA), Thomas Gillespie and John Agnew makes the terrorist leader of the search model using the same technique to track the animals and migratory patterns.
Murtaza Haider of Ted Ryerson Unversity School of Management said,

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US Navy Seals; and Stiltskin

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US Navy Seals; and Stiltskin

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      Good news, readers: The Fiver's STOP FOOTBALL campaign, and equally prominent TORTURE METAPHORS - NOT ANIMALS campaign, will get more heavyweight backing tonight when Barcelona and Real Madrid meet in the latest instalment of El Fiasco and no doubt proceed to present further compelling evidence that football has jumped the shark, killed the golden goose and flogged the dead horse, while continuing to give far too comfy a living to a contemptible bunch of chicken-chokers.
      These diving divas have done much in recent weeks to definitively replace football's Wow! Factor with the now-dominant Waaaaaaaaaaah! Factor, but tonight, like US Navy Seals storming an Abbottabad compound, they're going to take another shot at their target anyway just for the hell of it. It is the negligence of the governing bodies, of course, that has done most to slay the sport; their refusal to take effective action against endemic in-game cheating and time-wasting allowing cads, cynics and cretins to hijack and snuff out the game. Perhaps as some kind of belated, typically feeble gesture. Uefa has named the referee of tonight's fiasco as Franck de Bleeckere, who is also a public relations manager, but if it thinks the Belgian can use any of his PR knowhow to restore football's image while the so-called best players on the planet jump and roll and jab and wail and scam all around him, figuratively and sometimes literally sticking two-fingers up at the swindled folk who'd paid to see them showcase their supposed skills, then Uefa's fat cats are as stupid as they look.
"I don't know what Madrid to expect," said Pep Guardiola to a journalist, presumably before hurling himself to the ground and tearfully claiming to have been maimed by the microphone. "They have such a strong team and so many players that they can play in several ways," insisted Guardiola, as - in the background - a Portuguese driver started backing up a large bus outside Camp Nou.

Wedding says much about our fascination with royalty

Posted by newbie Saturday, April 30, 2011 0 comments
The monarchy sidesteps the awkwardness of patriotism and allows us to feel a rare British pride
What memory will live on? For those who lined the Mall, painting their faces red, white and blue, or who just stayed home watching on television — what will they remember? The kiss on the balcony will be the image replayed in perpetuity, just as it was when William's mother and father married 30 years ago — the difference being that this time they looked like a couple genuinely in love. Others will talk about the pageantry, a show no one lays on quite like the British. It's a fair bet that almost no one will remember the words. Even the eyes of the wedding couple wandered during the spoken bits.
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Storming of the palace, British-style

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Forget republicanism – the closest Britain got to a revolution is people pushing down barricades and rushing to the palace
Whether it was history repeating itself as history, or farce repeating itself as farce, depends entirely on your point of view. The marriage of His Royal Highness Prince William to Catherine Middleton was washed down by that cocktail of fevered excitement and irate lack of interest that constitutes public opinion these days – so consider it a day when the country split into two, with each side accusing the other of madness. Much like a standard marital row, in fact.
But along with binge-drinking and misplaced self-regard, royal occasions are something at which Britain is undeniably world class, and anyone still poised for a republic is advised to put down their knitting needles.
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Kate and William seal it with a kiss – twice

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Considering the huge guest list, the crowds, and the massed ranks of cameras, the royal wedding proved an intimate affair
Considering the size of the audience, the two sets of trumpeters, two choirs and several of the most senior clerics in the land, the presence of the entire British royal family, 45 crowned heads from around the world and a guest list stretching to nearly 2,000, it was quite an intimate wedding. And, confounding all the understandable fears, nerves and precautions, it went off without a hitch.
Miss Catherine Middleton of Bucklebury, Berkshire went into Westminster Abbey at 11am and came out an hour and a quarter later, holding the hand of the second in line to the throne as Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Cambridge – she will not be known as Princess Catherine. At the moment of their wedding, the Queen bestowed a title on her husband, Prince William of Wales. In fact, there were three titles so that none of her realms felt left out: he also became Earl of Strathearn and Baron Carrickfergus.
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Fancy dress, fascinators and fry-ups in New York

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Diehard royal fans celebrate Kate and William's nuptials but for most it's business as usual

"He knocked off my fascinating!" cried Laura Martin, 55, in full evening dress complete with enormous jewelled brooch ("Fake – don't tell the Queen!") as she glared at a jogger disappearing towards the Hudson River, before stooping down to pick her fasincator off the sidewalk.
"It's a fascinate, Laura," said her friend, in a similarly implausible outfit for 6am. "Fascinate."
It wasn't so much a tale of two cities in New York as a tale of two sides of the street. On one side of Greenwich Avenue stores were decked with union flag bunting in preparation for the afternoon's street party. People took fashion cues from Me and My Girl and Four Weddings and a Funeral queued up outside Lyon restaurant hoping to get inside for the special wedding breakfast with screens set up to allow diners to judge Kate's dress while they ate fried bread. Any journalist with a British accent was immediately assumed to be a royal expert, even one from the soi-disant republican Guardian.
"We're not going to have to eat English food, right?" fretted one gentleman outside, topped and tailed. "I just wanna see the wedding."
Unfortunately for him they did, as it was fry-ups all round. But New Yorker Elizabeth Lang, 51, who was already inside and sporting a tiara, had reassuring words for him: "You know this isn't too bad – I was worried as I thought the English food would be a little dicey," she said as she carefully left her baked beans untouched.
"Who'd have thought, a French restaurant doing an English breakfast," marvelled Ben Mann in a morning suit as he leaned upon his cane, and one of the few Brits to be found.
"It's not the first time the British have invaded and saved France – 1939 and all that," smirked Sean Cavanagh-Dowsett, the British owner of the nearby English-themed restaurant and shop, Tea and Sympathy, in full pearly king regalia.
"It's our job to be English today," explained Mann.
"It's such a shame Diana isn't here," said Kevin de l'Aigle, an American sporting a union flag t-shirt and Kate'n'Wills badge while he, too, left his baked beans untouched. "But I'm sure she's here in spirit."
Actually Diana was there, and celebrating with great enthusiasm: Diana Zorek, age 5.
"I love the wedding! I love princesses!" she announced, and proved it by wearing a Disney princess outfit. But as "really pretty" as she thought Kate Middleton's wedding dress was, she hadn't usurped her favourite princess from the top spot: Ariel from the Little Mermaid.
The other side of the street may as well have been a different country. Almost directly opposite the postcard recreation of all things parodically English was a similarly cliched, if more accurate, image of New York: a gym. Young men in various lycra get-ups that would surely permit no ingestion of fried bread jogged on into Equinox gym for early morning workouts, headphones plugged firmly into their ears, blocking out the shrieks from across the street.
"No, I don't care about the wedding at all to be honest," said Matthew Reinhardt. "If it's on the TV screens inside I guess I'll watch it. Maybe it will help me run faster on the treadmill."
Back across the street there was no time for republican scepticism: Sean Cavanagh-Dowsett and his wife, Nicky Perry, were organising the afternoon's street party where fish and chips, cups of tea and someone from Squeeze who wasn't Jools Holland would be there, apparently representing some vision of Great Britain.
"To us Kate and William are the prince and princess on top of the cake, they're the happily ever after," said New Yorker Linda Siciliana in black tie garb, apparently unbothed by the Windsors' somewhat dubious marital record.
"I think this is such a great day," said Californian Diana Modica from beneath her Kate Middleton face mask. "How can anyone resist this?"
But by 7am someone was beginning to resist: Diana Zorek, who announced that she was "SO tired" after having risen so early in the morning.
Was she still feeling like a princess?
"Yes," she replied, falling asleep on her father Michael's shoulder, oblivious to the jogger running right past her. "Sleeping Beauty."