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China is winning the future. Here's how.
When it comes to clean energy, the United States is falling behind a country that the president loves to hate.
This week, the front page of the New York Times described the Trump administration's repeal of the Clean Power Plan, the Obama administration's attempt to slash carbon emissions from coal-fired power plants. "The war on coal is over," declared Environmental Protection Agency Administrator Scott Pruitt. Right under that article was an article from halfway around the world detailing China's massive new investment in electric vehicles, part of Beijing's determination to dominate the era of clean-energy technology. It is a tale of two strategies.
The Trump administration has decided to move into a new century: the 19th century. Coal has been in decline for at least seven decades. In 1950, it accounted for half of all U.S. electricity generation. It is now down to a third. Additionally, massive automation of mining has meant that the jobs in the industry are disappearing, down from 176,000 in 1985 to 50,000 in 2017. Machines and software are replacing coal miners just as surely as in other industries. Demand for coal is weak because of alternatives, chiefly natural gas. In the past couple of years, many of the top American coal companies have been forced to declare bankruptcy, including the largest, Peabody Energy.
Despite President Trump's policy shift, these trends are unlikely to change. Reuters found that, of 32 utilities in the 26 states that filed lawsuits over the Clean Power Plan, "the bulk of them have no plans to alter their multi-billion dollar, years-long shift away from coal." The reason utilities are shedding coal is economics — the price of natural gas has plummeted in recent years, and its share of U.S. electricity generation has nearly tripled since 1990. In addition, costs are falling dramatically for wind and solar energy.
And, of course, coal is the dirtiest form of energy in use. Coal-fired power plants are one of the nation's leading sources of carbon-dioxide emissions, and most scientists agree those emissions lead to global warming. They also cause terrible air pollution, with all its attendant health problems and costs.
That's one of the reasons China, which suffers more than a million deaths a year because of poor air quality, is making huge investments in clean energy. The country has become one of the world's leading producers of wind turbines and solar panels, with government subsidies enabling its companies to become cost-efficient and global in their aspirations. In 2015, China was home to the world's top wind-turbine maker and the top two solar-panel manufacturers. According to a recent report from the United Nations, China invested $78.3 billion in renewable energy last year — almost twice as much as the United States.
Now Beijing is making a push into electric cars, hoping to dominate what it believes will be the transport industry of the future. Already China has taken a large lead in electric cars. In 2016, more than twice as many were sold in China as in the United States, an astonishing catch-up for a country that had almost no such technologies 10 years ago. China's leaders have let it be known that by 2025 they want 20 percent of all new cars sold in China to be powered by alternative fuels. All of this has already translated into jobs, "big league" as President Trump might say: 3.6 million people are already working in the renewable-energy sector in China, compared with 777,000 in the United States.
China is still heavily reliant on coal, which it has in plentiful supply, and it has tried to find steady sources of other fossil fuels. It went on a shopping spree over the past two decades, making deals for natural resources and energy around the world, often paying at the peak of the commodities bubble in the mid-2000s. But over time, it recognized that this mercantilism was a bad strategy, tying Beijing up with expensive projects in unstable countries in Africa. Instead, it watched and learned from the United States as technological revolutions dramatically increased the supply and lowered the cost of natural gas and solar energy. China has now decided to put a much larger emphasis on this route to energy security, one that also ensures it will be the world's leading producer of clean energy.
Trump has often talked about how China is "killing us " and that he's tired of hearing about China's huge growth numbers. He should notice that Beijing is getting its growth by focusing on the future, the next areas of growth in economics and technology. The United States under Trump will be engaged in a futile and quixotic quest to revive the industries of the past. Who do you think will win?


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Don't you hate it when theat happens? You don't? oh, ok. I like it so far, I can't wait to see the rest.
Date: 4/4/2005 Views: 173493 Favorites: 1279 Comments: 98
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Don't you hate it when theat happens? You don't? oh, ok. I like it so far, I can't wait to see the rest.
This looks like the makings of a good TF sequence ^_^ Welcome to Transfur, Angrboda!
Wonderful thus far - welcome to Transfur! Great blending of pencil and computer, with a nice style to boot. Can't wait to see more.
do you use water color?
can't wait : D
Me either. Totally awesome initial pic
I love the expression in the mirror. Keep up the great work.
Rashktah- I can totally see your point, but in my own defense I did spend three pages on her face and ears, as well as the color of her hair. I think what throws it is a lot of the facial fur happens off panel on page 2 pane 2 (there is some hinted at growing on her cheek if you look). So far I have this sequence planned for six or seven pages, so yes it will continue.
Bravo! Truely amazing work. I really think you've hit the scene as one of the very best.
Great sequence so far! Will there be more pages?!?!?
oh boy, please let there be more pages!!
Woo! Tail! Looking better and better! :D
it's great that there will be more, but just how many pages? will she torn complety into a fox or just anthro? so amny questions!
I know you say you like this one the best, but I personally prefer #3. THe look on her face plus the black lip really make the image. Though, I do like this one too
gaaawd, I cannot wait for more of this awesome sequence!
haha Aries, you definitely know what's up. To set the record straight, she will be anthro, the sequence will not contain gratuitous nudity, and probably end up around seven pages long. Now that I've killed *everyone's* hopes, I can get back to finishing this. As for the increments in posting, I am coloring and posting these as time permits. When you're in college you kinda have to do that pesky thing called "going to class" :P
Judging by the comments I think you converted an army of followers, Angrboda!
Angrboda indeed. While you may be "giving birth" to strange beasties, you hardly seem a mistress of sorrow ~_^ . Superb stuff, and I look forward to seeing more. It's a pity you don't have a website, I'd love to see some of your non TF work as well.
I second that! Or third, or fourth ... great debut.
tis cute. *gives a rare thumbs up*
thanks so much, BlackRat! *loves your art*
This is turning out really well @.@ vwoot transfur is making a comeback?
I think it may very well be... w000000000t!!!! yesss!!! Thank you Angrboda, you rock!!!!
I think one of the things I like most about this: it's not another gimpy female! She's actually got muscles and shape, and isn't just skin and bone! Double Woot! Come on you guys out there - ya wanna hug a toothpick?!
So far so good.... though I have a sneaking suspician that we're going to see a shedding of clothes soon. This isn't a problem, just runs contrary to my taste. I prefer very general-audiences friendly art.
Love it! hehe, I may love a good tease, but this has me bitin my nails here, lol. Can't wait for this to be finished
How come she looks more like a tiger? Like the muzzle and ears. Don't get me wrong, I love foxes to death, but it seems a tad off. Great sequence so far!
There goes the muzzle. I was wondering when that was gonna happen.
I definately agree with FrostDrake - and am really enjoying watching this sequence come together, angrboda! Keep up the wonderful work :3
'tis coming along very well... honestly something, i think it was the coloring, turned me off a bit at first, but this one certainly grew on me! : o )
Very well done, so far. The colors and shading are just right, and the anatomy follows a strangely comfortable line between realism and toonic embellishment. All of which is to say: Awesome! n.n
wow O.O
Damn, vixen are allmost better then werewolves. :D Great job.
Well, looks like I'm not the first one to mention how good this sequence is coming along by a long shot. Keep it up, looks great!
The pose and facial expressions are very well-composed.
This is great stuff. You're fast becoming a wonderful mainstay here!
Damn this is sweeet!!!! Transfur is hitting an upload boom at the moment and i hope it keeps up, (which i doubt sadly :(...) anyways, great pic, your really becoming poupular around here!!!
This could be a transfur legend in the making boys and girls.....
So beautiful...Transfur is undergoing resurrection!
Aye, hey you wouldnt happen to be interest in story co-ops
*Chuckles* Looks like she lost her shoes, too! I can't wait for the rest of this sequence! Very nice!!
Great TF squence. Do you have a website?
It's too bad. Those really were nice pants. Buut... I suppose we all have to make sacrifices. n.n Seriously, though. Awesome page, once again. :)
The best one so far! I love how her muzzle is finally defined, and the good tight sensation on her face. Quite believable. The ripping clothes work too ^_^
Very nice work so far.
Bah. It's a great Transformation sequence. I just wish I knew the overlaying story for it, because I am a storyfreak like that :P But love the art. I can't wait to see it all when it is finished.. and don't fret if you don't get it done this weekend. I'll smack anyone who tries to insult you for it, with a stick!
This is an amazing sequence so far, I can't wait to see the final page. I'm patient, so there's no need to rush. ^^
Oooo. There are the pawpads. I would so love to see a close up of those changeing feet. Very nice squence so far. Keep it up.
man.... this sequence just keeps getting better and better!!! I to cant wait till its all said and done, dont worry about rushing, we can wait as the others said :)
Oh, and I was so looking forward to the gratuitous nudity! lol, its good to see not everyone is a raving hentai. This is probly the best frame so far.
Ah, the TF trademark rippage begins.
Plenty fanservicey butt shot. Not that there's anything inherently wrong with that. :)
Her ears changed color. Great pic though!
Heh, floof goes the tail! ^.^
Ugh... forgot to color her ear. I love not catching stuff like that before I upload...
It's fine the way it is! Tasteful nudes are better anyway! :D This is perfect in my eyes!
Yeah this isn't too terribly fanservicy. It's within my limits at least. Very nice work by the way.
Smiles as the last traces of human skin disappear beneath fur.... Nicely done!
very good cant whait for the next one but take your time. I mean look at soty he's been gone forever it seems and he takes a bit long ive noticed so thats why he has so much at once, to make up for it
My compliments to Dr. Vulpine. ;) Great page, once more, Angrboda. n.n
Ah, dun feel as if you're the only one who does clean TF art. I only do clean art too. It's very much tasteful, and not porn/hentai-like. Hope to see more of your kick-ass work soon.
Wonderful job. That was probably the best sequence I've seen in a while.
*Claps* Simply awesome! Good job! :)
Incredible. Loved every frame of it. I hope you do some more sequences in the future
Great Pics! Nice transformation of the backgrund color too ;)
[does double-take] this one certainly grew on me. 'tis a soothing background color, indeed
Loved it, liked how I got to wait for every section of the sequence.
This whole thing has been absolutely beautiful. You do a great job capturing a wide variety of expressions throughout the sequence.
Actually, I often find a tasteful pose in underware tickles my whiskers more than plain nudity. I really like how she's trying to make the best of the situation and learn to work with her new feet. If I wanted to nitpick I'd say that one whisker on her muzzle looks a bit like a moustache, but otherwise it's quite good :)
Absolutely lovely :) Gorgeous pose with her exploring her own body! Looking back through the series she seems to start feeling a touch average, then can't seem to believe just how much she's grown after the change, although it's still the same her inside. Beauty may be only skin deep, but fur adds a few inches to that, and she seems like a nice person not letting her new shape go to her head. Do they have any shots like that for tods? Anyway, great series :)
very good use of colours etc. has to be one of the best tf senqences i've ever seen in my life, very well done, i look forward to seing more art from you :D
Pretty good sequence. Something I'd like to point out though, is she doesn't look any bigger despite the fact that 95% of her clothes have been shred. This is a very minor gripe but it's a problem that "should," be solved by adding something consistent to the background so we can get a sense for how large the subject is. I think.
Finally, a really good vixen sequence. It's been a while since I've seen any good vulpine tfs.
A great ending to a great sequence. This one is defenetly on my favorites list. ^^
yes, very good not at the very highest of the best but it is realy up there with some of the best on here good job for your first posts. how long did it take for each page i wonder?
Holy crap, simply put... this is one of the finest sequences ive seen in awhile, great job!! I cant wait till your next one!!!! :)
What else is there to say? Bravo! Great ending. :)
Quite nice, looking forward to your next piece.
this has to be one of my favorites, no seriously, this is realy good. I find her new form very cute...wait, not only cute, but...well, lets just say if she was real, id like to go out with her ;) hehe
A plus man. Keep it up.
I really love this sequence! Can you give me this doctor's address? lol
Wonderful job! The best sequence I've seen.
A Very beautiful drawing, and I wish I could draw half as good.~JZ
That reminds of of someone powering up on Dragonball Z. lol just a thought.
Lookin goog, :D Great sequence.
Woohoo, great work
excellently drawn, totally cute... who can ask for more?
this is one helluva good tf i hope your able to finish your other tf
love the fox tfs. this ones in my favorites though. great work!!!
Why don't you do it for boy into giraffe too?
I like it. What mediums do you use? It's very interesting, makes me wish I had friggin' Photoshop.
Thank you for keeping it clean.
Wow where could i find that doctor so i could accompany her on a date;}
OMG though as a new tf artist to be ive gotta say ive become intimadated by some of the sheer talent on this site.But ill still try my best reguardless:)
Love the drawings and the story that goes along with it. Great job!!
Dr. Vulpine must give me a shot too.

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As the debate continues over the alleged "silence" of Pius XII during the Nazi persecution of the Jews, some scholars are drawing attention to the terrible fate of the Catholic Church at the hands of Hitler's regime
On the night of January 30, 1933, rank after rank of SA storm troopers and black-uniformed SS detachments swung through the Brandenburg Gate onto the Unter den Linden in the center of Berlin. They carried flaming torches and were cheered by huge crowds lining the sidewalks, thousands hysterically giving the Nazi salute as a token of victory. Hitler had achieved his first goal that very day: to be appointed Chancellor by President Hindenburg to lead the government.
As Chancellor Adolf Hitler and his Cabinet minister Hermann Goering acknowledged the cheers of the massed citizenry. Hitler was well aware that the victory was only a partial one. The Nazis were still a minority in a fragile coalition. Hitler had, in fact, warned earlier that day in a statement released to the world's press: "The Nazi Party has at last broken through to the government. I am determined to continue the struggle as fiercely within government as we fought outside it."
A major part of what Hitler saw as his forthcoming struggle was targeting, isolating and destroying millions of enemies in the way of his total mastery of Germany. There were the Jews, the Communists, the Social Democrats with their entrenched electoral support, the Catholic Center Party, and the Roman Catholic Church. All were enemies, each to be dealt with as quickly as circumstances would allow.
Though Hitler felt a particular urgency about dealing with the Jews and Communists, and the neutralizing of other political parties, he saw the Church as a pernicious opponent, a deeply-entrenched threat that must be immediately controlled and eventually uprooted in order to establish his Thousand-Year Reich.
To help eliminate Catholic influence, he turned to Alfred Rosenberg, arch-ideologue and convinced Nazi, who despised Christianity. In his book The Myth of the Twentieth Century, Rosenberg formulated a "scientific" theory of racism. For him, the supreme human value was that of race: individual races possessed their own collective soul, a mystical "power of the blood and soil." Each race also possessed a religious impulse (in the case of the Aryan Germans, this was the pagan cult of Wotan, King of the Gods). Christianity, for Rosenberg, was the distorted product of Semitic tribes who had tricked the Aryans into jettisoning their pagan truth. The Catholic Church, the prime mover in this spiritual "swindle," was singled out for sustained attack as the promoter of "prodigious, conscious and unconscious falsifications."
All during the 1930s, Rosenberg poured scorn on the Church. The clergy, hierarchy and Vatican were vilified as poisoners of German blood, race-death merchants, race-swamp promoters, race contaminators, race-chaos merchants, obscurantists or "men of shadows," sorcerers of Rome, and, referring to the Jewish roots of Christianity, as advocates of perverted "Orientalism."
Jesus Christ was singled out not only by Rosenberg, but by numerous lesser Nazis hired to slant the Savior's message toward Rosenberg's race theories. Christ, they claimed, was an unwitting tool of Jewish world conspirators, active as early as the first century AD. Or, alternatively, Christ was not a Jew at all, but a prototype Aryan, son of a Roman soldier stationed in Palestine. Throughout Rosenberg's career, up to the gallows at Nuremberg, he promoted these twisted theories in pamphlets, speeches, and training courses for Nazi leaders on the perfect "Nordic race."
Typical of the initial troubles between Nazism and the Church was a February 1933 confrontation following the death of a Catholic policeman, Sergeant Zauritz, killed in a riot between Communists and Nazis in Berlin. At his funeral in his Silesian hometown, the priest deplored the many violent deaths being suffered, saying how terrible was the maxim: "If they disobey us, their heads will roll." This was a clear reference to a speech by Hitler. The many storm troopers in the congregation began coughing to drown out the words of the priest. Undeterred, he shouted: "Cough all you like, but you will not cough me from telling the truth!"
That same month, Goering banned all Catholic newspapers in Cologne. Responding to protests, he denied that this was part of a deliberate campaign against Catholics: the government, he said, would "seal its own doom" with "such a policy." Though the ban was later lifted, it had sent a warning tremor through the largely Catholic Rhineland, and it would be only a short time before the Catholic press throughout Germany would be taken over by the Nazis.
Later that month, Hitler gave another signal when brown shirt SA gangs broke up meetings of Christian trade unions and the Catholic Center Party. The Manchester Guardian reported one such incident on February 22, 1933. A prominent Catholic politician, Adam Stegerwald, was attacked on the platform in Krefeld and a number of priests were hurt.
There was a brief lull in Hitler's persecution of the Church when the Fuehrer turned to achieving some kind of national unity in order to face potential enemies at home and abroad. He cleverly made a public appeal for the Church "to negotiate." Almost from the outset, however, discussions took place against a drumbeat of threats that the Church would be destroyed if agreement was not quickly reached. In spite of many misgivings, Pope Pius XI and his Secretary of State, Cardinal Eugenio Pacelli — the future Pius XII — realized they could not refuse to talk with a legitimately established government. Also, if they refused, Hitler would publicize his apparently peaceful terms and claim that Catholics were obstructionists. Any written agreement, Pacelli reasoned, would offer a better basis for temporary coexistence than no legal arrangement at all. Lutherans already had similar safeguards.
In fact, mass arrests were already taking place — thousands of Catholic Center Party supporters were in concentration camps by the end of June. Although well aware of the real situation, government negotiator Franz von Papen, himself a Catholic, told journalists that relations between the Vatican and Reich were "so friendly" that it took only eight days to agree on the main details of the proposed Concordat.
In July 1933, a Concordat was signed which specified that certain activities — education, youth associations, meetings organized by the Church — were legally guaranteed by the Reich. In return, the Church's support for the Catholic Center and the Bavarian People's Parties would be withdrawn. Actually the Center Party, under relentless Nazi pressure, had already voted itself out of existence even before the Concordat was signed, a fact which Pacelli lamented because it handicapped him during the negotiations.
Pacelli would always argue that the Church had to accept the lesser of two evils. Without the agreement, Catholics would have been left at the mercy of SA, SS and Gestapo hit squads. With the agreement, they at least had legal grounds on which they could protest injustices. In July 1933, he remarked to a British Embassy official, that while the attacks on Catholics would not cease, "they will hardly break all the articles at the same time."
Nevertheless, the Nazis very soon began breaking them, and continued to break every article when they wanted to.
An "Editors Law" was passed in December 1933, forcing all editors to become members of the "Literary Chamber of the Reich" and to obey whatever directives might follow. This law made it an offense to give detailed accounts of pilgrimages, print liturgical calendars or even announce meetings of local Catholic clubs. In its definition of what constituted anti-State propaganda, the "Editors Law" was a death sentence for the large and thriving Catholic press.
Censorship tightened. Even individual typewriters were impounded on the whim of the authorities, and a partial blackout fell on what was going on inside Germany.
The Vatican, anxious for as accurate a picture as possible, found helpers in unusual quarters. A large and unrecognized army of witnesses, watching for the State agent who might be lurking nearby, passed along secret reports and documents. This ad hoc Catholic intelligence grapevine had a genuine hero as one of its leaders: Dr. Joseph Mueller, the chief "runner." Mueller was an anti-Nazi lawyer from Munich, known for his coolness and dependability. As an officer in the Abwehr (Military Counterintelligence), he was able to move freely between Munich, Berlin and Rome. In his Abwehr bag, immune to the random searches and prying eyes of Gestapo, he carried sheaves of documents giving a detailed account of the campaign waged against the Roman Catholics of Germany and Austria. When Vatican Radio broadcast extracts from Mueller's bulging files, the Gestapo reacted with wrath and began searching vigorously for the "mole."
Mueller's documentation established a clear progression of anti-Catholic measures between 1933 and 1939, ordered by a State determined to force young Catholics into the ranks of the Hitler Youth. Catholic schools and trade unions were dismantled and clergy targeted for prosecution and imprisonment. Clergy were humiliated and punished in "Currency" and "Immorality" show trials throughout 1935 and 1936. (Laws had been passed from 1933 onwards to regulate the import and export of currency. Exporting currency was made "high treason" and "economic sabotage." These were familiar principles to those used to a totalitarian economic system, but the Catholic clergy were not.)
Hundreds of prosecutions were carried out in an 18-month period, almost all resulting in lengthy terms of imprisonment and hefty fines. In one example, that of a Redemptorist, Father Aigner, the defense counsel complained that he was given only three hours to talk with his client and that all the documentation relating to the alleged crime had been seized by the police. Father Aigner, whose memory alone could not supply the lawyer with information, was so confused and frightened by his arrest and his four months already in prison, that he could not defend himself. The solicitor argued that Father Aigner could no more offer accurate testimony without records than the chief cashier of a bank would be able to testify about accounts without access to bank files.
Confiscation of accounts was a standard procedure used by police searchers who were often brutal in their methods. In May 1935 at the Convent of St. Charles Borromeo in Trebnitz, Saxony, two nuns died of shock when the Mother Superior and others were arrested on the charge of exporting money to a sister convent in Czechoslovakia. The Sisters argued that it was an absurdity to expect monks and nuns to possess advanced degrees in accounting when they spent their lives in charitable work. "It was common knowledge that even judges and State attorneys had fallen into error in matters of Currency Law," said a lawyer in Munster on July 22, 1935.
The immorality trials sought to destroy the reputations of Catholic religious. Priests, monks and nuns were accused of "perverted and immoral" lifestyles. The secret police set innumerable traps. The New York Times carried a report in May 1936 describing priests who had been summoned on sick calls to hotel rooms. Waiting in the rooms would be photographers. When the priest entered, the "caller" would turn out to be a prostitute, planted by the Gestapo. Photographs would later be produced in court as irrefutable evidence of corruption.
One notorious trial in 1936 concerned the Franciscans of the Rhineland town of Waldbreitbach. This trial was widely publicized and parents were warned in sanctimoniously penned editorials not to allow their children to enter Catholic schools. Even children themselves were encouraged to read the lurid trial accounts. In several cities, newspaper stands were purposely lowered so youngsters could read salacious and pornographic stories accompanied by cartoons in the pages of Der Sturmer (the newspaper controlled by Julius Streicher, notorious anti-Semite and anti-Catholic).
Witness statements from children were produced in court by secret police, whose testimony was not allowed to be challenged. Threats, bribes, brutal nighttime interrogations, and nervous breakdowns were reported.
In the US, protest meetings and marches began as news of the trials spread. In June 1936, a petition was signed by 48 U.S. clergymen, "We lodge a solemn protest against the almost unique brutality of the attacks launched by the German government charging Catholic clergy with gross immorality," they wrote. "The good name of the Catholic priesthood is to be defamed, in the hope that the ultimate suppression of all Jewish and Christian beliefs by the totalitarian state can be effected." Rabbis Samuel Abrams of Boston, Philip Bernstein of Rochester and Philip Bookstaber of Harrisburg, and 18 other Rabbis and 27 Protestant clergymen signed the protest. The New York Times reported that Christmas 1937 would see "more than a hundred Protestant pastors and several thousand Catholic clergymen in prison."
Legal moves against the clergy were accompanied by violent attacks in the streets, presbyteries and at frontier posts. Church services were disrupted, processions broken up and even individual Catholics assaulted. In the middle of one particularly vicious outbreak of violence by young Nazis in 1935, a large notice appeared on the police headquarters in Essen which read: "The Police Stand By The Hitler Youth!" When a police inspector was asked to investigate near-fatal assaults by Hitler Youth on Catholic teenagers in Limburg in February 1935, he dismissed the complaint by saying: "We used to have fights now and again when we were boys."
That Easter, pilgrims returning to Germany from Pius XII's blessing in Rome were punished at border checkpoints by Gestapo and SS units. They were put out of their trains and kept waiting for seven hours in pouring rain, while suitcases were ripped open and the contents scattered. Anything belonging to a "denominational organization" — flags, banners, books, tents, even knives and forks — was confiscated. Insults were hurled at the pilgrims: "So these are the Papists, the people who stabbed Germany in the back in 1918! They ought to be beaten and sent to a concentration camp... cutting their throats would be the best thing." In the teeth of outraged protests, the local police merely said they had been searching for illegal uniforms.
At the time of the Reichstag election of 1938, priests and laity were attacked after polling had finished. In Fellbach, near Stuttgart, Father Sturm, the parish priest, was surrounded by a group of some 25 SA and SS men demanding to know whom he had voted for. After ransacking his presbytery, the gang forced him to run the gauntlet of kicks, spitting and jeers: "There's the traitor. Father Sturm." After some two hours of abuse, he was taken to the mayor who lectured him about the Fuehrer's beliefs and his personal views on the duties of a parish priest in the new Germany. At midnight Fr. Sturm was released.
Although roving SA and Hitler Youth gangs had been warned against turning any senior clergy into martyrs, terrorizing priests was a common occurrence. Many priests were roughed up — one thrown out of a window had both legs broken. Cardinal Faulhaber of Munich was shot at, and Cardinal Innitzer's residence in Vienna ransacked in October 1938. There was a notorious incident that month when Bishop Sproll of Rottenburg was manhandled. He later received this anonymous letter of apology from an SA man, forced to take part in the riot: "I have always been proud of my country, but last Saturday I was, for the first time, ashamed to call myself a German."
Songs, films, speeches by party members, poster campaigns, and theater productions cruelly satirized clergy in the late 1930s. Anderl Kern's anti-clerical play, pointedly titled The Last Peasant, was performed all over Germany to almost universal critical acclaim. Characters included a parish priest with an illegitimate child, an eye for the opposite sex and easy money; a young seminarian who arrives home, announcing he has lost his vocation: and a mother who attempts to murder a maidservant with rosary beads in one hand and a dagger in the other. At the end of the play, the ex-seminarian emerges as "the true German hero," having renounced the priesthood and promised to father a large family for the security and future of the Aryan race.
The Nazi strategy was, essentially, to destroy Catholicism by eliminating all organizations supported by the Church, from schools and children's groups to Catholic trade unions. By 1939, Catholic schools and trade unions were virtually destroyed. Replacing them were National Socialist Schools, the Nazi Labor Front and the Hitler Youth with its female counterpart, The German Girls League.
The initial attack on Catholic schools in Munich reduced the percentage of students from 84% in 1934 to 65% percent in 1935. In 1937, parents were forced to choose their child's school in front of two witnesses, usually storm troopers in full uniform. These witnesses warned of future trouble and loss of employment. The children themselves would also suffer. There would be no primary school prizes for them; prizes were funded only in State schools. Parents still in favor of Catholic schools might be told that, "your little ones will have to go to a school on the outskirts, miles away."
Meetings were regularly held to vote on the issue of Catholic or "Community" schools. In Speyer, a town of some 40,000 inhabitants situated on the Rhine, one working man gave his bishop details of how his "vote" had been obtained in 1937: "I was told to go to the Parish Council offices. On arriving there I declared, I want the Roman Catholic school' and prepared to leave. The local Nazi cell-leader held me back and wrote a note to my firm stating that because of my declaration I would be dismissed from my job. A police constable then told me if I didn't change my mind I would never obtain public work again."
The government in Germany funded all schools, Catholic and State. A councilor of the Bavarian Ministry of Education announced that in 1936 alone, of 1,600 teaching posts formerly awarded to nuns, 600 would be taken away from them and transferred to secular staff. The councilor did not bother to explain what would happen to the unfortunate 600. The economic effects of such enforced layoffs forced many religious houses to close. Nuns were driven into subsistence jobs. Some had to return to their parents or move in with sympathetic relatives. Yet others applied for jobs in industry. In Baden, in the summer of 1938, there were 41 nuns working in one textile factory, all former teachers. The government then announced that all nuns renouncing vows would be automatically entitled to State employment!
Thus, on October 27, 1938, Adolf Wagner, Bavarian Minister of the Interior stated with pride: "The denominational schools throughout the whole of Bavaria have now been transformed into Community schools." By January 1939, more than 10,000 Catholic schools had been suppressed in Germany, and by the end of April that year, the Catholic Herald (London) reported that a further 3,300 schools had been abolished by decree in what was described as "A Black Day for the Catholic Rhineland."
Catholic youth associations, with a collective membership in the hundreds of thousands, were attacked for being "un-German." Teachers were reminded that as employees of the State, they had a duty to encourage their pupils to join the Hitler Youth or German Girls League (GGL). One teacher told her girls: "Join the German Girls League. When you leave school you'll be wanting a boy friend and if you've not been in the GGL you won't get one. And then, when you get married, your husband will lose his job the second they find out you haven't been a member of the GGL." Thousands of Catholic employees were threatened with disciplinary measures or dismissal unless they ensured their children were enrolled in the Hitler Youth or German Girls League. Training guilds, such as the Prussian Master-Craftsman Association, began announcing from 1935 onwards that only those enrolled in Nazi Party organizations would be accepted as apprentices. German Railways, employing hundreds of thousands, passed a similar ordinance the same year. Even farmers began issuing notices to the same effect, with shops advertising part-time jobs following suit. The New York Times on June 1, 1937 reported a Hitler speech stating: "We will take away their children. They shall not escape us."
With censorship silencing radio and press, the local Church was often the only place where the Catholic population would hear a protesting voice. It was exceedingly dangerous for priests to speak out, though some, such as Father Rupert Mayer of Munich, were prepared to risk imprisonment. Priests were all too aware that Nazi stooges were likely to be in the congregation listening to their sermons.
Senior clerics who challenged the Third Reich in its racist and anti-Christian policies included Bishop Clemens Count von Galen of Munster, Archbishop von Preysing of Berlin, Cardinal Bertram of Breslau, Cardinal Schulte of Cologne and possibly the most famous of all, Cardinal Michael von Faulhaber of Munich. His series of Advent sermons, preached from the pulpit of St. Michael's Church aroused national and international interest. They became so popular that thousands listened, some even in the streets outside. In the first of the sermons, preached on December 3, 1933, Faulhaber defended Christianity by defending the people from whom it had sprung: the Jews. He reminded them that Christianity made no racial distinction between Jew and Gentile, but asked only that its adherents should possess faith. The next month shots shattered the windows of his first floor study. In March 1934, the published edition of his sermons, "Judaism, Christianity and Germanism" was banned for its "slanderous views on the State."
Faulhaber continued his denunciations of Nazi policy on Catholic schools, youth organizations, rigged elections, sterilization laws, attacks on the Pope, and attempts to replace Christianity with what he called "fake" religion. The Nazis maintained their propaganda campaign against Faulhaber relentlessly.
Faulhaber played a considerable role in the writing of the great anti-Nazi encyclical, Mit brennender Sorge ("With Burning Anxiety") issued in March 1937. It denounced repeated attacks on the faith, the breaking of almost every article of the Concordat, and Nazi ideological and political theories. The encyclical was smuggled into Germany under the eyes of Gestapo agents who had been warned beforehand to expect some kind of protest from Rome. Copies were printed secretly in various parts of the country and the underground Catholic network was engaged to distribute it to parishes throughout Germany. Hundreds of helpers, in cars, on motorbikes and bicycles, handed copies secretly to clergy. According to the Daily Telegraph (London) of March 22, 1937: "the encyclical stated the Nazis had made it plain, that they were waging a 'war of extermination' against the Church, and after countless rebuffs the Pope had decided to make a final stand."
The reaction to the encyclical's publication was immediate. The German regime sent a formal protest to Rome; it was swiftly rejected by Cardinal Pacelli. An enraged Hitler and Goebbels gave orders to bring to trial dozens of clerics on charges of immorality and "slanders against the State." Gestapo and SS squads were dispatched to find which presses had produced the encyclical: 12 were confiscated and editors rounded up. In one parish, Essen in the diocese of Oldenburg, seven girls were arrested inside a church as they handed out copies after the Palm Sunday service.
The death of Pope Pius XI in February 1939 and the election of his successor, Cardinal Pacelli, drew sneers from Das Schwarze Korps ("The Black Corps"), house magazine of the SS and mouthpiece of Heinrich Himmler. It referred to Pius XI as the "Chief Rabbi of the Christians, boss of the firm of Judah-Rome." Cardinal Pacelli had already been labeled in the paper as an ally of Jews and Communists in a series of cartoons and articles published at the time of his official visit to France in 1937.
Sometimes new Nazi policies would be imposed from above, sometimes they would be rescinded as the dictates of political events changed or new strategies were adopted by Berlin. Harassment could be disguised or even halted. In August 1936, for example, when the Olympic Games were taking place in Berlin, orders were given to stop persecution against Jews, Catholics and Protestants and to hide show trials from the eyes of foreign journalists. The machinery of persecution roared into action again as soon as the correspondents left.
With the coming of war in 1939, Hitler favored postponing the total destruction of Christianity to more effectively prosecute the war. Others in the party, however, thought it a mistake to slow the Kirchenkampf, the battle against the Church. Martin Bormann reminded SS leader Himmler in 1941 that, "the influence of the Church must be entirely eliminated." There was little division of opinion among top Nazis regarding the persecution of the Jews. The war gave Hitler new opportunities to purify Europe of non-Aryans. Slavs were to be enslaved or killed, the Jewish people exterminated throughout Europe. With the closing of Germany's borders and the extension of its power deep into Russia, Nazi capacities to kill reached unimaginable levels.
Though the scale of Christian persecution cannot be compared to the Jewish Holocaust, except perhaps in Poland, the two persecutions are part of that single horror that was Nazism.
What Hitler did and intended for Christians is an essential part of the cataclysm that was the immense tragedy of World War II and the unprecedented slaughter of the Jewish people.
Baldur von Schirach, the leader of the Hitler Youth, was fond of addressing mass meetings of his followers with a motto: "We are a Youth that believes in God, because we serve the Divine Law that is called Germany."
We must not forget that blasphemous conception of the Divine Law led, by ten thousand crooked paths, to catastrophic suffering, war, pillage, and to the ovens of death.
Karol Jozef Gajewski, of Sandbach, Cheshire, England, is a teacher and scholar of European History.
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Windows XP still won't use DMA mode for the 300GB hard drive, insisting the drive can only use PIO, and therefore everything takes about 3 hours to acheive. If anybody happening upon this has a possible solution that doesn't involve a new motherboard or living in Linux for another 6 months, I'm welcome to entertain it.
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Monday, November 01, 2010
Running a single compelling, high quality site can be time- and resource-consuming, not to mention the creativity it requires to make the site a great one. At times–particularly when it comes to rather commercial topics like foreign currency exchange or online gambling–we see that some webmasters try to compete for visibility in Google search results with a large number of sites on the same topic. There are a few things to keep in mind when considering a strategy like this for sites that you want to have listed in our search results.
Some less creative webmasters, or those short on time but with substantial resources on their hands, might be tempted to create a multitude of similar sites without necessarily adding unique information to any of these. From a user's perspective, these sorts of repetitive sites can constitute a poor user experience when visible in search results. Luckily, over time our algorithms have gotten pretty good at recognizing similar content so as to serve users with a diverse range of information. We don't recommend creating similar sites like that; it's not a good use of your time and resources.
While you can run as many sites as you want, keep in mind that users prefer to see unique and compelling content. It is a good idea to give each site its own content, personality and function. This is true of any website, regardless of whether it's a single-page hobby-site or part of a large portfolio. When you create a website, try to add something new or some value to the Internet; make something your users have never seen before, something that inspires and fascinates them, something they can't wait to recommend to their friends.
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Obama needs to project more than hope
By George Curry
The primary goal of the Democratic National Convention in Charlotte, N.C. this week is to highlight the sharp contrast between the policies of President Barack Obama and Mitt Romney, his Republican opponent.
In the past, political conventions were used to count delegates to determine each party's respective presidential nominee. That has changed in recent years, with the ballot outcome already determined by the time thousands of delegates roll into a city for the convention. Today, the speeches are directed at millions watching on television, the Internet or a mobile device, not the people sitting in the convention hall.
Republicans concluded their national convention in Tampa and for the first time in 60 years, the GOP nominee didn't make the argument that his party will do a better job in foreign affairs. President Obama took that issue away from Republicans by ending U.S. involvement in the war in Iran, bringing troops back from Afghanistan and approving a mission that resulted in the death of Osama bin Laden.
With shifting U.S. demographics, the Tampa gathering may be the last national political convention at which Republicans or any other party can make a race-based appeal to White voters. Despite token appearances by former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and Artur Davis, a former Democratic congressman from Alabama who couldn't carry his own precinct in his bid for governor, Team Romney made a major appeal to its base. And the selection of Paul Ryan as his running mate served to underscore that point.
The problem for Republicans is that the election will largely be decided by undecided independent voters. And Romney, a Massachusetts moderate-turned-conservative, can't afford to appeal directly to that group without alienating ardent conservatives already suspicious of him.
Except for a speech to the NAACP annual convention in Houston, Romney has done little to appeal to African-American voters. Not that it would do him much good. A recent NBC News/ Wall Street Journal poll showed Romney getting zero percent of the Black vote. Of course, that does not mean no Black person in America will vote for him. Instead, the zero was in a poll with a margin of error of 3.1 percent. That means that Romney probably will not match John McCain's unimpressive 4 percent in 2008. By comparison, George W. Bush captured 11 percent of the Black vote in 2004.
Both Obama and Bill Clinton were elected president without receiving a majority of the White vote. And Obama can do it again this year.
Look at how this plays out in the battleground state of North Carolina, which Obama carried by only 4,177 votes – or 0.3 percent – in 2008.
Blacks make up 22 percent of North Carolina's population. Over the past decade, 1.5 million people migrated to North Carolina – 61.9 percent of them non-White. According to demographers quoted by the Charlotte Observer, Obama can carry the state by winning just 36 percent to 37 percent of the White vote.
Obama's larger problem is that after campaigning four years ago on a theme of hope and change, there is not much of either today. His severest critics note that after promising change–that's about all they have left in their pockets after nearly four years of his leadership.
Of course, it's impossible to bring about change by yourself. And Obama was naïve to believe that he could single-handedly change the political bickering in Washington. The party out of power is always plotting to regain control. However, Republicans reached a new low when Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell announced before Obama was sworn in that his top priority was to make sure Obama was a one-term president. And Republicans have sought to block Obama's major initiatives, including his signature Affordable Care Act.
They outmaneuvered him on extending the Bush tax cuts. On the campaign trail, Obama promised to extend the Bush tax cuts only for individuals earning less than $200,000 and couples making less than $250,000, a position favored by most Americans. However, Obama consented to a GOP plan extending all tax cuts supposedly in exchange for extending unemployment benefits. Obama should have stood his ground and forced Republicans to vote on whether to extend unemployment benefits to people who had lost their jobs.
House Republicans learned early that they could simply pretend to be interested in adopting bipartisan legislation. In an effort to court them, Obama would propose legislation that he hoped would appeal to conservatives. They would play along right up to the end and withdraw from the process, leaving Obama with proposals that even his base couldn't support.
The test this week for Obama is to demonstrate that he isn't the same naïve former U.S. Senator he was four years ago in Denver. With Republicans hell-bent on not seeing Obama return to the White House, he needs to show that he has more than just the audacity of hope.


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Social Media Day Sharpens Effective Online Skills
Social Media Day Sharpens Effective Online Skills
As the Internet makes its way to the forefront of our lives, it's important for businesses to keep pace and more importantly to keep up.
An effective online presence has been proven to be the marketing magic potion that helps businesses stay up to speed; hence the birth of Social Media Day.
Recently business owners, and advice seekers alike filled the Phoenix Ritz-Carlton with hopes of being enlightened on topics ranging from getting the most out of websites to landing a dream job in social media.
Marketing experts were present to cover every angle of social media. As the world gears up for a social media takeover, this may be just what the Valley business community needed.
How exactly are business-marketing strategies put into play online? Event experts all agreed that a website is the easiest and most important step to a business' online presence.
Helix House co-owner Michael Donato went a step further to say the website should be what people want.
"Remember that your competition is just a click away," Donato says. A hard-to-navigate site, he adds, doesn't do your business justice in any way.
"Meet the expectations that people have," Donato says. "That means better search engine optimization and visible contact information.
Donato says he believes that contact information is key to the credibility of a business website. If it's hard to find, the consumer may be turned off.
Not only should you promote your business online, you should promote yourself. Paige Dell'Armi, Starbucks social media manager, says she believes that this can land you your dream job. A native of Arizona, Dell'Armi never imagined she would be working for the Starbucks headquarters in Seattle.
"I chased my dreams," Dell'Armi says. "I had passion and I showed that to employers."
Just as businesses raise awareness for themselves on the Internet, people can attract attention as well.
"It's important to be wise in what you do online because employers are watching you," Dell'Armi says. "You promote or demote yourself through your online actions."
According to Dell'Armi, this promotion must be intertwined with passion, patience and perseverance.
"If you're passionate, it shows," Dell'Armi says. "You have to show that you really want the position because there are hundreds of other people applying for it."
Passion is important, but Dell'Armi says she believes it's nothing without a little patience and a lot of perseverance.
"I had 13 interviews with Starbucks before I got the job," Dell'Armi recalls. "It took a long time but it was worth it."
Through successfully promoting yourself online and the three P's – passion, patience and perseverance – Dell'Armi says she believes you can score the job of your dreams.
An important aspect of fulfilling your business dreams is successfully utilizing deal sites such as Groupon and Deal Chicken. While a website is good, it may not be enough.
"Deal sites aren't to be feared," says Andi Barness, Doozy of a Deal owner. "They can be beneficial to you."
According to Barness, deal sites can be just what a business needs to get people through their doors and spread the word.
"When you create a special for your business and it's featured on a deal site, it spreads the word," Barness says. "It's a great marketing tool and it can create long-lasting customers."
In return for Doozy of a Deal featuring various specials on its website, companies give it half the profit of the special.
"Some people think it's lame and wonder why they should have to lose that money," Barness says. "What they don't understand is that they are investing in their business."


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Professor of Law at UC Berkeley Law School
Angela Harris is an Executive Committee Member of the Thelton E. Henderson Center for Social Justice. The author of dozens of articles and books, Professor Harris is a leading scholar in the areas of feminist legal theory and critical race theory. She has received numerous recognitions for her teaching, scholarship, and public service.
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Honorable Donald J. Horowitz has had a long and varied career of private practice and public service, as Senior Assistant Attorney General, Judge of the Washington State Superior Court, law teacher, drafter of significant social justice legislation, leader of and participant in State Access to Justice Board initiatives, pioneer in the use of technology to eliminate barriers and increase equal access to justice, and an early and committed diversity and equal opportunity innovator, worker, leader, and mentor. One consistent theme throughout his service is full, energetic, and persistent involvement in creating, delivering, and securing equal, high quality, and practical justice to all persons.
Dean and Mabie-Apallas Professor of Public Interest and Chicana/o Studies
UC Davis School of Law
Dean Johnson is a prolific scholar in the areas of immigration law and policy, racial identity, and civil rights. He serves on numerous boards, including Legal Services of Northern California and the Mexican American Legal Defense and Education Fund. He is a member of the American Law Institute and has won many awards recognizing his teaching, scholarship, public service, and commitment to diversity. He is one of a handful of Latina/o law school deans in the country.
Professor of Law, University of Washington School of Law
Visiting Professor of Law, Seattle University School of Law
Knight is an expert in commercial law, he has authored three books on the subject. He is an active member of several organizations, including the American Law Institute; the Law School Admissions Council; the Society of American Law Teachers; and both the American and National Bar Associations. Knight also serves as a member of the board of directors of State Farm Mutual Automobile Insurance Company where he chairs the Legal Affairs Committee of the board.
Activist of Civil Rights
Karen is the daughter of Fred Korematsu, who, during World War II, challenged military orders removing Japanese Americans from the West Coast and into internment camps. Forty years after the Supreme Court rejected his challenge, he reopened his case and won vacation of his conviction on proof that the government had lied to the Supreme Court. Ms. Korematsu has become an activist in her own right, speaking out about her father's cause of civil rights.
Partner, Minami Tamaki LLP
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Professor of Law at Seattle University School of Law
Professor Emeritus of UCLA School of Law
Henry McGee Jr's career highlights include serving as a county prosecutor in Chicago, a litigator in a Chicago law firm, a civil rights attorney in Mississippi, and regional director of the U.S. Office of Economic Opportunity Legal Services Program. He has served twice as a Fulbright Scholar and serves on the boards of 1000 Friends of Washington and the Low Income Housing Institute of Seattle. Professor McGee is also a violinist with the Seattle Philharmonic Orchestra.
Professor of Law, University of Hawai'i School of Law
Eric Yamamoto is known nationally and internationally for his legal work and scholarship on civil rights and racial justice, with an emphasis on reparations for historic injustice. In 1984, he served on the legal team that successfully reopened the WWII Japanese American internment case of Fred Korematsu.
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Smokey Tells All
Thirty Years Of Fun, Games, And Playing Fast And Loose With The Rules
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Reprint From Circle Track November 1988
The late Buddy Shuman was a wonderful guy. It's a damn shame he asphyxiated in a motel fire in Hickory, North Carolina, in 1955. At the time, he was car owner to both Curtis Turner and Joe Weatherly, and was working for Ford. He'd been a liquor runner (he was one of his own best customers) and a champion driver in Modifieds, and he had a limp-maybe from the time he was supposed to have pulled on a chain gang.
Shuman was a wild man, and I liked him a lot, even when he was chief technical inspector for NASCAR, making the two of us natural enemies. Buddy cracked the whip for Bill France, NASCAR's founder. Once he ruled that your car was "outside the spirit of the rules"-a catch-all phrase that France had put in there-then your car didn't race. I suppose nobody's cars ever were "outside the spirit for the rules" more often than mine.
All NASCAR's early tech inspectors had to work with were the basic parts catalog books of Hudson, Chevrolet, Oldsmobile, Ford, and so forth. This was during the '50s, when NASCAR liked to imagine that it truly was the National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing - no modifications allowed, nothing but stock parts, period. But it took Buddy Shuman a while to discover what really was going on. When he tech-inspected your car and discovered the correct parts number on, say, a camshaft, it was so enchanting to him that it didn't dawn on him to wonder whether or not the cam-shaft itself had come out of the parts book. Very few of them did. And I know damn well that I wasn't the only engraving artist at work. Almost everyone ground his own cams-and often his own crankshafts, too-and then hammered on the appropriate parts number. No problem. It was Buddy who had the problem.
Staying on top of all that must have been a terrible, impossible job. Buddy was far from dumb, and sometimes, after he belatedly found out somebody had slipped something past him, he'd get mad and decide to crack down. He cracked down on me at the fifth Southern 500 at Darlington, Labor Day 1954. Herb Thomas was my driver, a Hudson Hornet was our car, and Herb and I had been having such a successful season that everybody in NASCAR was suspicious as hell, Buddy most of all. Trick camshafts had him almost paranoid.
Word was out even before I rolled the Hudson into line at the dirty little hole they called the Darlington inspection station that this time a parts number alone wouldn't satisfy Buddy. He'd brought along his own camshaft-checking machine. In fact, he even had his own secret camshaft expert doing the checking. Not only that, the secret expert even had a secret room. He was standing eavesdropping inside it, just out of sight, while Buddy and I exchanged pleasantries and I unbuttoned my little Hornet. Then, when Buddy carried my camshaft back to the secret room, I could hear the secret checker warning him: "No, no, don't believe him. The sumbitch is screwing you again." And Buddy soon returned to ask me additional questions. At last, the secret checker himself came out of the secret room to ask me about the camshaft. I immediately recognized him as a guy who worked for Carl Kiekhaefer.
Now, everybody in NASCAR knew exactly what I thought of Kiekhaefer and his militaristic racing team. I even had Kiekhaefer's picture reposing in a place of honor in my garage in Daytona Beach. It was in the men's room, hanging over the john. So I really didn't think it was in "the spirit of the rules" for Buddy to have made one of Kiekhaefer's guys his camshaft expert, but I didn't say anything. I just expected the worst, anticipating the secret expert to tell me the camshaft had failed the test. Instead, after long deliberation, the secret expert informed me that it had gone through his testing machine and checked out as stock and legal. Now, since I'd ground the damn thing myself, and it was radical as hell, that was quite a surprise to me. But I damn sure didn't argue with him. I just asked him what made him so sure it was legal. "Oh, it's definitely the right cam," he said airily. "And now I've even put my secret mark on it. You won't be able to change it if you want to."
I didn't want to. I just wanted to get out of the inspection station with a clean bill of health and go qualify for the race. Unfortunately, things didn't work out like that. Buddy Shuman next decided that something I'd done to the engine block wasn't in the spirit of the damn rules. He wouldn't let me race.
If I could lead my life all over again, I'd probably spend it hunting oil instead of racing. Not even racing can compare with what it feels like bringing in the big well. But the race I wouldn't exchange for anything-the race I enjoyed more than any other-except maybe Indianapolis-was this NASCAR racing of the '40s and '50s.
It was fun because of all the crazy sons of bitches: Red Vogt, the Flocks, Curtis Turner, Joe Weatherly, Fireball Roberts, Herb Thomas, Bob Welborn, even Buddy Shuman. It was fun like racing will never be again because it was before restrictor plates and big money. Money? We'd probably have raced without getting any. It was fun, too, because in the beginning we had hardly any rules getting in the way. So long as you didn't get gored by that "outside the spirit" rules clause, everything was dandy. Actually, it stayed fairly dandy even when Bill France, looking for respectability from both the public and manufacturers, began beefing up his rule book and making Buddy Shuman insist that our cars truly be "Stock" cars.
Trying to figure out NASCAR's rule book threw me at first. Then, after studying the rules from all sides, I realized I'd made a colossal mistake. I'd been reading the rule book to see what it said. And all along what I should have been doing was finding out what it didn't say. After I started doing that, racing became fun in a big way. Here's a particularly crude example: A rule was passed prohibiting the porting of the exhaust manifold. This was when I was racing Hudsons. Now, Hornet manifolds were cast and molded in the side of the engine and were very rough; they badly needed porting. Still, that's what the rule said. On the other hand, although the rule said, "no porting," meaning no hand grinding to alter its shape, it didn't say that a guy couldn't put a suction pipe on the exhaust manifold and draw a slurry of sand and water back and forth in it.
That's just what I did. I built a machine like a suction pump, put sand into it like a liquid, then slurred all those abrasives back and forth in the manifold until all those bumps and lumps were gone. It did a hell of an efficient job, but it wasn't porting.
Another rule called for a certain gasoline tank size-22 gallons, I think, but it didn't say how big the gas line could be. I built an anaconda-sized fuel line that held an extra 5 gallons.
There was a rule saying you could run only so wide of a wheel rim, but the rule didn't say what the outside diameter had to be. So, in 1955, Herb Thomas and I took a Chevrolet to Darlington, put some 26-inch-tall tires on 16-inch legal rims, and won another Southern 500.
There was also a rule stating you had to use a standard, foot-and-a-half-diameter flywheel. On the damn Hudson, one of those buggers could weigh close to 40 pounds. By lightening it, you increased the speed coming off the corners. Because you weren't allowed to alter the flywheel's basic shape, I didn't. But I did remove the ring gear and radially drill a bunch of 31/48-inch holes 8 inches deep into the flywheel. Then I reinstalled the ring gear, now made out of aluminum
All the stuff I've mentioned so far were things you'd learn in the third grade. It was when you got up to the seventh grade that things became more advanced. For instance, there was a rule saying you couldn't alter the bore and stroke. But those Hudsons had a bad connecting-rod angle and something had to be done. So I left the bore and stroke alone and instead moved the crankshaft. Nobody said you couldn't. Similarly, a rule said you couldn't improve the weight distribution and handling by moving the engine back in the frame. But the rule didn't say you couldn't move the body forward. I would move it 3 inches.
Another rule insisted that the engine had to be centered left to right in the chassis, although the rule didn't specify where the wheels had to be located. So I shifted the weight bias to the left side of the car, lengthening up the A-frames on the right side and shortening them on the left. Or sometimes I'd just move the brackets over and keep the same lengths. Those "gray areas" of the rules were what I liked best. They didn't say you could do something, but they didn't say you couldn't either.
In that spirit, I used to hang a reserve oil reservoir under the dashboard that the driver-Herb Thomas, Paul Goldsmith, Curtis Turner, Fireball Roberts, whoever-could get to. Whenever he felt the oil pressure fluctuating, he'd give it a lick and dump a little more oil into the engine. Sometimes I pressurized the cooling system the same way. Being secretive and often working alone, I did things nobody ever knew about. No rule said that an engine had to rotate in a certain direction, so I'd reverse the rotation and have all the torque loading on the left side of the car. Really, all I had to do was make up different cams, then turn the rear end upside down and reweld the spring perches. Not even my own drivers ever knew about that one.
Times change and you have to change with them. I raced with NASCAR through the '40s, '50s, '60s, and into the '70s. In the '60s and '70s, as the circuit switched to the superspeedways and speeds rose like hell, all of a sudden it wasn't just the engine that required attention. It was the bodywork, too. Still, it was the same old deal. Live by what the rule book doesn't say instead of what it does say.
One rule said you had to have a stock hood, fenders, and so forth, but no rule said you couldn't drop the nose down. No rule stopped you from taking 5 pounds of body filler to build up a lip on the rear of the roof to simulate an airfoil and direct the air straight out the back, without sucking loose the rear window or raising the car's rear end off the ground. Another rule said you had to have a stock windshield. But it didn't say you had to have a stock roof or that the windshield had to be at the stock angle. Lots of times, after a rollover, you'd do roof bodywork and maybe you couldn't be completely accurate and happened to tip the windshield back an inch. Only a really ornery technical inspector wouldn't agree to call that an honest mistake.
One rule said you had to run a stock floorpan in a stock position-no belly pans. I used to spend weeks cleaning up a car's underside. Using more body filler, I blended the supports, cross ribs, and everything else that would catch the wind. Then I'd sink the rear end up into the chassis to get it out of the airstream and match the gas tank to the rear bumper. Afterward, I'd paint and wax it just like the rest of the car. That was the closest thing to having a stock floorpan and a belly pan you can imagine.
All along, NASCAR could have gotten me to "behave" by writing rules without ambiguities because I refused to cheat. There was no craft or fun in that. Whenever a rule appeared outlawing something, I instantly gave it up. I gave up some advantages because of that. For instance, to reduce the volume and get more fuel into the car, I used to chill my gasoline to near-freezing temperatures. As a result, I could sometimes get by with one less pit stop than everybody else. But once a rule turned up saying, "no freezing of fuel," that was the end of my doing it.
Another advantage I gave up was using nitrous oxide. In the beginning, the rule about gasoline was that you had to use pump fuel-period. Additives, however, were permitted. So I used to spend hours mixing that stuff-nitrobenzene, ethane, and alcohol. Then it came to me. Who was going to dispute whether or not nitrous oxide, the most volatile stuff I could imagine, was an additive or not? First, I tried mixing it with gasoline, trying to get it into the carburetor. Eventually, I found that you didn't have to do a damn thing except stick the nitrous into the engine compartment in its gaseous form and turn it on. Sure enough, it'd always find the carburetor. For a long time, that was how my cars qualified for races. I put a hand valve under the car seat, cut a hole in the seat so the driver could operate it, and let it rip. Just a small amount of that stuff was enough to jack the power to the moon. But when the rule book unequivocally declared, "no nitrous oxide," that was the end of it. I quit using it.
I once surrendered another advantage that had to do with NASCAR's minimum ground clearance rule. A car had to pass over a certain height block before it could go out to qualify. But once it got out on the track, it'd very mysteriously drop down a couple of inches. That's when the piece of wood or whatever had been propping it up would pop out on the first bump it hit. But I'd always considered that a somewhat clumsy way of doing it. Rather than go through all that, under each of the front springs I put hydraulic pads which could be operated off the power-steering pump. Those pads pumped up the car and let it clear the block. On the track, though, my driver could crank a valve to let the front end settle an inch or so. After the qualifying run, while tooling down the back-straight, he'd pump the pads up again before coming back in. In a race, each pad could be controlled independently to vary the wedge in the suspension to suit handling and track conditions. Really, those pads had quite a few advantages. However, when NASCAR declared hydraulic pads and "jacking weight" to be illegal, out they came.
I always wanted to win races as much as anybody else-more than anybody else. Before a start, I'd hitch up my belt, look at the competition, and think, OK, you sumbitches, let's go. But you had to do it with some style. And there was no style in, say, running a 450ci engine when the rules plainly called for a 427. That was just cheating.
I felt the same about those clowns who used to meet NASCAR's minimum weight by carrying 200 pounds of water onboard inside the frame. Watching them creeping around on the pace lap, dumping it out on the edge of the backstraight, I used to think, What the hell you sumbitches doing, watering the grass? The only time I'd resort to something like that was in self defense, when NASCAR was permitting other teams to get away with it and it was either do it or lose.
Did my cars always make it safely through NASCAR's tech inspections? Hell, no! I went through a whole generation of tech inspectors who knew me by reputation and put me through pure hell. I particularly remember a 1967 hassle at Atlanta, when cut-and-channeled Chevelles that looked like swaybacked horses were passing through NASCAR's template with ease, while my Chevelle-which looked as high as a Mack truck by comparison-was rejected. In frustration, I borrowed a Chevelle from Hertz and made NASCAR test it. It was rejected, too. The tech inspector still thought I was trying to trick him. Finally, I proved to him that his own template was goofed up.
But what I went through at Darlington all those years ago, which is where this story started, remains one of the wildest ever. I still wonder what made Buddy Shuman lower the boom on me and refuse to let me run. All I knew was I wasn't going to run. My Hornet and I were going home to Daytona Beach. I was plenty bleeped off and didn't give a damn about the race anymore. It was Bill France himself who had thrown out my engine; couldn't Herb Thomas and I replace it with another one? Herb had a Hornet. All we had to do was take the block out of Herb's car and put it in mine. We could change it right there in the inspector's station. It was a dirt floor, but what the hell.
Well, I still didn't want to do it. But people from the Hudson factory were there putting on pressure. Racing successes had doubled Hudson's yearly sales-from $26,000 to $52,000. The year before, Herb and I had come within eight laps of winning the Southern 500 before snapping a crankshaft. Hudson wanted a win. After I agreed to do it, I found there was a slight catch. Buddy Shuman and his secret Kiekhaefer cam expert still didn't trust me. They wanted to watch me put the new engine together.
Accordingly, they got some workmen to nail together an actual goddamn grandstand-right there in the inspection station-for themselves and their friends to sit in and watch me while I worked. By then, I was tired-bone tired. I'd been up the previous 24 hours. I had a sizable hangover (these were still my drinking days). And I had Buddy and his mob watching every move I made, dying to find me "outside the spirit of the rules." If I was going to pull off what I needed to do, it would be the sleight-of-hand job of my life.
I took the engine out of my Hornet, and I took the replacement engine out of Herb's. Then I put Herb's engine in my car, minus the cylinder head. I still was bleeped off and drinking seriously while I worked. Pretty soon, I was starting to feel no pain. About then, I realized the predicament I was in. Half drunk, I still had all those jeering sumbitches in the grandstands watching me. And I also had some very important parts to take off my original race engine and put into Herb's. My audience didn't know about them. But I doubted hugely any of them would regard those parts as being within "the spirit of the rules."
My cylinder head, for instance, hadn't been ported; the rules said you couldn't, but it might as well have been. I'd painted it. That's right, painted and polished the intake ports with a hard lacquer. Then there were the inserts. I'd added them to the valvespring seats to boost valvespring pressure. And, of course, I'd replaced the standard Hornet lifters with oversized mushroom tappets to quicken the valve action and increase camshaft duration. These were all the pieces I had to slip into Herb's engine without getting caught and with a grandstand watching to boot. Ironically, the trickiest, most vital part, my camshaft, wasn't a problem. As you'll recall, it had already passed the secret expert's secret test.
Fortunately, that was one damn dimly lit garage. I found a big steel washtub, filled it with gasoline, then dumped in all my parts along with Herb's stock parts. I let them settle until the gasoline got murky. Nobody could see the bottom of the tub. Reaching in and separating the trick parts from the stock parts, I started putting the engine together. As an added distraction, I lit and exploded firecrackers. While everybody was jumping out of the way, I switched, scrambled, and bolted on parts like mad. I still wonder how I got it all done. Everybody in the grandstand had to agree I hadn't done anything underhanded.
"The car's together, and now I'm going to take it and leave," I said. But Buddy Shuman still didn't trust me. "Oh, no you're not," he replied. "If you take that sumbitch out of here, you might change parts on us." Little did he know that I already had. That's when he banded me up. That's right. He proceeded to take two giant straps of banding iron and wrap and bind them completely around my poor Hornet engine. Afterward, he sealed them. That seemed to satisfy him and all those other jerks in the grandstand who'd watched me work for 18 hours. They knew it was one stock Hornet.
Well, the next day, Herb Thomas proceeded to qualify for the Southern 500 at almost 106 mph, the second quickest time ever. In the race itself, he had to work a little harder. Buck Baker, in an Olds 88, led for 34 laps before burning up his tires. Then Curtis Turner, in another Olds, led for a total of 277. By then, Herb was ready. All told, he only led for 28 laps, but one of those was the last one. At a record 95-mph average, Herb Thomas and my banded-up Hornet won the '54 Southern 500. And here came Buddy Shuman again. It seemed that somebody had gone to him and argued that somehow I'd managed to cut all the banding off and get inside the engine to change camshafts again before the race. As distrusting as he was of me, whoever it was hadn't had to argue to convince Buddy of that.
To make a long story short, I was asked to tear down the engine down again for a post-race inspection. I blew up. I even threw my hat on the ground. "I won't do it," I yelled at Buddy. "Besides, how the hell could I have changed camshafts? You've still got me banded up like Houdini." Buddy said it didn't matter, that I still had to be inspected again. By this time Curtis Turner and his car owner had shown up, drinking like everybody else, mad as hell about losing the race, and agreeing that my Hornet had to be torn down.
All of us were back inside the inspection station again. Counting spectators, it seemed like there were 2,000 people there. Even Buddy's secret camshaft expert, the Kiekhaefer guy, put his nose in it. "Just show us your camshaft again," he said. "I just need to see if it still has my secret mark." It wasn't so much the camshaft that worried me, it was what those guys would do when they saw my painted cylinder head and so forth. I could tell Buddy Shuman wasn't going to back down. So I finally told him I'd show him the cam again.
At that, I imagined I could hear a lot of guys begin to giggle because they thought they were going to get to see inside my engine after all. As everybody knew, it was impossible to change a Hornet camshaft without taking the cylinder head off. I went and got some clothespins, using them to jack up the valves and valvesprings. Then I popped out the camshaft without anybody seeing inside. The secret camshaft tester grabbed for it, but instead of giving it to him, I slammed it as hard as I could into the workbench. It broke into three pieces. He couldn't believe it. "Well how can I test it now?" he complained, looking at the three pieces. "Wait a minute," I said. "You say you're the camshaft expert. If you really are, all you need is one intake and one exhaust lobe to measure. Now, which piece do you want?" By now, I was acting out of self defense. If I gave him the whole camshaft, I worried that he'd take it into his secret room, then come back and say it had not passed. He decided he wanted to take the front piece. A few moments later, he came back asking for the middle. "Why do you want the middle?" I asked. "Because that's where my secret mark is," he said.
I wouldn't give it to him at first. Then, after another hour or so of stonewalling, I did. He reappeared from the secret room. "There's no question that this is the right camshaft," he said. "It's got my secret mark on it, and it checks out exactly."
My Hornet was redeclared Darlington's winner. I even got a good laugh out of it. Buddy's secret camshaft tester had been nothing but a big phony. I even told him so, and then I told Buddy so. While I was at it, I even walked over to Curtis Turner to personally deliver a message of what a no-good sumbitch I thought he was, too. He swung at me when he heard it, and I swung back. That was sort of the unofficial signal for all the Curtis and Smokey fans in the inspection station to begin pulling boards out of the wall and begin swinging at each other. The result was a riot that-if I remember right-the National Guard had to put down. Curtis and I watched it while safely hiding under the workbench. Yes, we patched up our differences, and Curtis later became one of my drivers. But that's another story. I just hope that one of the boards hit that secret camshaft tester who worked for Kiekhaefer.
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After decades of peace, a new shadow is cast over the world of Ancaria. They say that whoever possesses the Heart of Ancaria will decide the fate of the world. Zane Ashen, ruler of the corrupt Ashen Empire, will do everything in his power to obtain the Heart; however, the Seraphim have hidden it away in a secure and secret place. Only when a group of heroes combine their powers to oppose Zane Ashen's reign of terror does the world have a chance of escaping utter destruction.
Sacred 3 reinvigorates this Action RPG franchise with accessible yet sophisticated gameplay. Up to four players can join the battle against the Ashen Empire in a unique and engaging co-op mode in which they will not only fight against the Imperial aggressors but also compete between each other in friendly rivalry. Choose between several character classes - the Safiri Warrior and Ancarian Lancer being just two of these options. Each of these classes offers a specific skill set - players must choose their Combat Arts, perks and equipment wisely in order to stand a chance against the Ashen Empire.


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Positive Grid Announces JamUp Pro XT
The iOS-based modeling app now features user-created tone sharing, compatibility with a hardware footswitch controller, and a more robust preset manager.
San Diego, CA (July 5, 2012) — Positive Grid is proud to announce the release of JamUp Pro XT, the latest version of its studio-grade, guitar/bass amp-and-effects modeling app for iPad, iPhone, and iPod touch. Pro XT brings a number of significant enhancements that solidify JamUp Pro's place as the most comprehensive, feature-rich app of its type, and the one with the most authentic sound and feel.
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Stanley History Online
Village of Stanley
Situated three miles north of Wakefield, Stanley has been inhabited since the Neolithic period. It has seen great change in this time, no more so than since the Industrial Revolution. Demand for coal grew and the area developed into a larger village that had several pits, stone quarries and lime pits. Demand for housing also grew and continues to grow today but unfortunately in the last fifty years industry has all but disappeared from the village. Those days now live on through the memories of our older villagers and through photos of a bygone era. With this site we hope to capture those memories and produce a catalogue of photos old and new for future generations.
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Scripture Power
1. Because I want to be like the Savior, and I can,
I'm reading His instructions, I'm following His plan.
Because I want the power His word will give to me,
I'm changing how I live, I'm changing what I'll be
Scripture power keeps me safe from sin.
Scripture power is the power to win.
Scripture power! Ev'ry day I need
The power that I get each time I read.
2. I'll find the sword of truth in each scripture that I learn.
I'll take the shield of faith from these pages that I turn.
I'll wear each vital part of the armor of the Lord,
And fight my daily battles, and win a great reward.
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Editor's note: This article originally appeared in the April 1861 issue of Scientific American.
I was introduced into the watchmakers workshops by M. Vlande, one of the merchants of Geneva, a man of great humanity, and also of rare amiability of disposition and character. I could not have had a better guide, even with regard to the moral inquiries which I wished to make.
We began with the schools of pupils, where young girls learn, for a term of three years, to make every part of a watch. After this time, they select that particular part for which they have most inclination, or in the doing of which they are most expert. Te perfected pupils may be sure, on leaving the school, of obtaining immediate employment among the watchmakers. Young girls from 12 to 18 years of age appear very healthy and well cared for. Each one has her own little table and her own window niche for her work.
The manufacture of pocket-watches is, at the present time, carried to a great extent in Geneva. An immense number are required for the Chinese market. A well-equipped Chinaman, I have been told, carries a watch on each side of his breast, that he may be able to regulate the one by the other. Wealthy Chinese cover the walls of their rooms with watches. These watches are of a more ornamental character, and have more filigree work upon them than those made for Europeans. Long live the Chinese!
At one of the greatest and best conducted manufactories of Geneva nothing but watch faces are prepared, and elderly, well-dressed and well-looking women sat by twenties and thirties in clean, well-warmed rooms, working upon watch faces.
'Do you not get tired of always doing the same work?' I inquired of some of them.
'Oh, no!' replied they, and showed me that each little dial had to pass through fifty different operations before it was finished. This kept the attention awake, and prevented any sense of monotony. They work here from eight o' clock in the morning till six or seven in the evening, and thus earn about 50 francs a month.
'Are you able to lay by anything for old age, or in case of sickness?' I inquired from a mother who had worked there with her daughter, side by side, for ten years.
'On, no!' they replied, 'we have no longer been able to do that, since provision have been so dear.'
'Nor yet for a little journey of pleasure of holiday in the summer?'
'We never think of such a thing. We should be that means lose, not only our money, but also our time, and possibly our place.'
'Is not such a life as this heavy and void of interest?'
'We have Sundays for rest and refreshment, and the evenings for reading or occupation of another kind. Besides which, we need not, during our work, be continually thinking about it.'
The seemed perfectly satisfied.
The workwomen who are able to execute certain more difficult parts of the watch get higher wages, and can earn from five to ten francs a day.
In the meantime, this great division of labor causes the great part of the women not to earn much more than their maintenance.
'My grandmother made whole watches!' said an old woman, with a sigh who was now sitting at home with her daughter, employed in one single operation in a little cog for the great manufactory, 'and at that time women were much higher in the work than they are now, and also got higher payment. They were few in number, but extremely dexterous. Now they are innumerable, but their dexterity is employed upon a mere nothing--a very crumb.'
And this was true as far as the old woman was concerned, for the whole of her work consisted in drilling one little hole in a small steel plate, with a little machine which resembled a tiny spinning wheel. Her daughter was seated at another little machine, and was merely making a little alteration in the hole which her mother had drilled; and six hundred of such holes must be made before they could earn three francs.


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Algorithms increasingly run our lives. They find books, movies, jobs, and dates for us, manage our investments, and discover new drugs. More and more, these algorithms work by learning from the trails of data we leave in our newly digital world. Like curious children, they observe us, imitate, and experiment. And in the world's top research labs and universities, the race is on to invent the ultimate learning algorithm: one capable of discovering any knowledge from data, and doing anything we want, before we even ask.
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