Unforgettable Photos. 1957.
The first day of Dorothy Counts at the Harry Harding High School in the United States. Counts was one of the first black students admitted in the school, and she was no longer able to stand the harassments after 4 days. January 12th, 1960. A second before the Japanese Socialist Party leader Asanuma was murdered by an opponent student. 1963. 1962. 1965. 1966. February 1st, 1968. South Vietnam police chief Nguyen Ngoc Loan shots a young man, whom he suspects to be a Vietkong soldier. 1973. 1975. 1980. Colonel Molina ve military police seizes the Parliament building in Spain. The photographer did not expect the scene, and hid the films in his shoe.
Argot .com : dictionary of street drug ( cannabis, marijuana, heroin, cocaine, et al. ) slang. Clairvius Narcisse. Clairvius Narcisse (born c. 1922) is a Haitian man said to have been turned into a living zombie by a combination of drugs.
After investigating reports of "zombies" (including Narcisse and a handful of others), researchers believed that Narcisse received a dose of chemical mixture containing tetrodotoxin (pufferfish venom) and bufotoxin (toad venom) to induce a coma which mimicked the appearance of death. He was then allowed to return to his home where he collapsed, "died", and was buried. The Canadian ethnobotanist Wade Davis, who did the research on tetrodotoxin [1] explains how this would have been done.
The bokor (sorcerer) would have given Narcisse a powder containing the tetrodotoxin through abraded skin. Narcisse fell into a comatose state, closely resembling death, which resulted in his live burial.[2] His body was then recovered and he was given doses of Datura stramonium to create a compliant zombie-like state and set to work on a plantation. Jump up ^ Davis, Wade. The 10 Most Puzzling Ancient Artifacts. Becoming Human. Are Humans Turning Into Gods? Talking with God.
I met god the other day.
I know what you're thinking. How the hell did you know it was god? Well, I'll explain as we go along, but basically he convinced me by having all, and I do mean ALL, the answers. Every question I flung at him he batted back with a plausible and satisfactory answer. In the end, it was easier to accept that he was god than otherwise.
Which is odd, because I'm still an atheist and we even agree on that! It all started on the 8.20 back from Paddington. What did he look like? Well not what you might have expected that's for sure. 'Anyone sitting here? ' 'Help yourself' I replied. Sits down, relaxes, I ignore and back to the correspondence on genetically modified crops entering the food chain... Train pulls out and a few minutes later he speaks. 'Can I ask you a question? ' 'Why don't you believe in god? ' The Bastard! I love this kind of conversation and can rabbit on for hours about the nonsense of theist beliefs. But then I thought 'Odd! 'And why should I believe that?
' The God Who Wasn't There.