From wikipedia

Post-World War II

From 1939 to 1989 experiments on chemical weapons including nerve agents and countermeasures were carried out at the Porton Down research establishment. Although volunteers were used, many ex-servicemencomplained about suffering long term illnesses after taking part in the tests. It was alleged that before volunteering they were not provided with adequate information about the experiments and the risk, in breach of the Nuremberg Code of 1947. This became the subject of a lengthy police investigation called Operation Antler.

From 1950, a Chemical Defence Establishment was established as CDE Nancekuke for small-scale chemical agent production. A pilot production facility for Sarin was built, which produced about 20 tons of the nerve agent from 1954 until 1956. A full-scale production plant was planned, but with the 1956 decision to end UK’s offensive chemical weapons programme it was never built. Nancekuke was mothballed, but was maintained through the 1960s and 1970s in a state whereby production of chemical weapons could easily re-commence if required.^[19]

In the early 1980s the government took the view that the lack of a European chemical weapons retaliatory capability was a “major gap in NATO’s armoury”. However the political difficulties of addressing this prevented any redevelopment of a British chemical weapons capability.^[20]

An inquest was opened on 5 May 2004 into the death on 6 May 1953 of a serviceman, Ronald Maddison, during an experiment using sarin. His death had earlier been found by a private MoD inquest to have been as a result of “misadventure” but this was quashed by the High Court in 2002. The 2004 hearing closed on 15 November, after a jury found that the cause of Maddison’s death was “application of a nerve agent in a non-therapeutic experiment”.

Chemical Weapons Convention

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/jan/23/is-mindfulness-making-us-ill

“Research suggests her experience might not be unique. Internet forums abound with people seeking advice after experiencing panic attacks, hearing voices or finding that meditation has deepened their depression after some initial respite. In their recent book, The Buddha Pill, psychologists Miguel Farias and Catherine Wikholm voice concern about the lack of research into the adverse effects of meditation and the “dark side” of mindfulness. “Since the book’s been published, we’ve had a number of emails from people wanting to tell us about adverse effects they have experienced,” Wikholm says. “Often, people have thought they were alone with this, or they blamed themselves, thinking they somehow did it wrong, when actually it doesn’t seem it’s all that uncommon.””

https://www.haaretz.com/middle-east-news/palestinians/10-staggering-images-from-the-gaza-israel-border-clashes-1.5979062

Watching in safety.

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This photograph is copyright to P.Limbrey 2018

Why did the cow chew the could?
What cud we have for tea?
He said he’d come if he cud but he’s working the late shift
Cud you call the manager,please?
I wood if I cud
You can be persecuted for dumping rubbish or giving tips to flies.By order.
Are the Christians expecting to be prosecuted for  not being Hindhu?
Strange how all the Abrahamic religions are violent compaired to other ones
Children,pare off for the dancing lesson
He almost paired my skin off.
Do not pare off for sexual or romantic love under sixteen  yares.
Your smart watch is really watching you!

I must walk down the garden but I weep
My bag of tears has burst,I run amok
We used to sit  outside to  read or eat

I dream of  him awake and when I sleep
He asks me to go with him,so I pack
I will walk down the garden but I weep

He  sees I  live in chaos and don’t cook
My active life by sadness  has been blocked
We used to sit  outside to  read or eat

I ask him when he comes to take a look
He smiles discreetly yet he seems to mock
I will walk down the garden then I’ll  weep

This is an awful setback,not defeat
For circumstances dire gave me a shock
We used to sit  outside to  read or eat

Life  will cause us suffering with is knocks
Time to wait and time to gather pluck
I must walk down the garden when I weep
We used to sit  outside,his hugs were sweet

His birthday comes and I need make no cake
For he has gone to dust and my heart breaks
We have no  rituals, we must make our own
My heart is hard ;it feels like  heavy stone
His birthday follows mine and I am thrown
Too many losses make me weep and  moan
I gaze into the mirror of the lake
Trudge on down the path while my heart quakes

He has a mobile face with rubber skin
He loved me much and soon I  much loved him
As proofs in mathematics wear minds thin
And doctrines of religion make us sin
He makes me laugh and Q.E.D we’re kin.
He touched me deeply where our souls begin
He has a mobile face with rubber skin
He loves me much , and so I much love him

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poems-times-turmoil

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone 
    enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small 
    enough
to be to you just object and thing, 
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying 
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions, 
where something is up, 
to be among those in the know, 
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, 
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. 
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; 
for there I would be dishonest, untrue. 
I want my conscience to be 
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed 
for a long time, one close up, 
like a new word I learned and embraced, 
like the everday jug, 
like my mother’s face, 
like a ship that carried me along 
through the deadliest storm.

• Andrew Tyrie’s appointment prompts the question: why is there only one Competition and Markets Authority (Tyrie to head watchdog, 12 April)?
Jem Whiteley 
Oxford

I asked for a pot of tea but they gave me  three tea bags and a kettle.Boil the kettle then drop the tea bags in, she said.I nearly died of surprise.

I asked for bread and butter.They said they only eat cake.Sounds ominous.

I said we  have our dinner  at midday so we can make love in the evening
Otherwise we might have indigestion.They were impressed.

I never listen to music while I write.In fact I never ever listen to it.I absorb it through my skin.My skin is thin.It’s like a million ears.

She  told  me to put olive oil on my dry skin.I hope my husband doesn’t add lemon juice.I’m acidic enough.

The nurse told  me to undress.But who?

I’m in luck,sherry!

I try to write jokes but so far only 1% are funny.
Like: why not launch Trump instead of a missile? He will be the man who launched a thousand chips.
Invented in Israel and in your laptop now.Intel,intel,wherefore art thou,Intel?
Yes,Lord?
I have got 10 new Commandments.
I am sorry, we have no Tablets  here right now.
I’ll send a plague then
I thought you already had.
Those were DIY
OMG Run.

• The Intel 8088 – the first PC CPU from IBM that was designed in Israel, at Intel’s Haifa laboratory.

The inner coil and tangle of the wild,
Where rose run mad and holly are as one
Ensure that nature’s heart is undefiled

To these depths, the winter bird’s beguiled
Until the red dawn’s fetched by lowly sun
Through the coil and tangle of the wild.

 
On the path’s side, brown-green leaves are piled
A thousand beetles search for food within
A hidden space where nature’s undefiled

The cat is waiting, acting like the mild
Then dancing, hunting, acting like his kin
At ease in coil and tangle of worlds wild.

The sun is setting, and the night clouds pile.
As lovers kiss, so smiles the Holy One,
Living all his natures undefiled.

Now, at last, the darkness has begun
The trees, unmoving, shield the riots within
The inner coil and tangle make the wild,.
Is the space for soul still undefiled?

The phone  has a strange ring
It has got married

The radio has gone off
Always was unfaithful

The TV  has a big  remote
Call it Trump,

The washing machine  looks odd
It’s bisexual
Bisexual who?
Dunnit!

The microwave is dirty.
It’s not morally responsible
Well it is 7 years old
It’s not a Catholic
Now,you tell me.
You got it
But it was mail order
Did it not give spiritual dimensions?
No,it was born agnostically
It’s not alive, you know
It must have died in the night.
Are you a machine?
How would I know?
Have you no label?
Not one I can reveal.
What does it say
If found please return to Maker
Why did they lose you?
They were switched off.
On drugs?
No the fuse blew
Then what happened?
A storm.
I just feel confused.
Let me uncon you.
Why, we might fuse.
Well,we’ll be together at last

http://www.thepublicdiscourse.com/2018/02/21033/

“The third criterion, of right intention, looks forward in time. Assuming there is just cause, the morally sound intention of the statesman, and the citizen, must be the preservation or restoration of an enduring peace. It cannot be to take advantage of the weakness of an enemy in order to seize territory and secure other political objectives.”

You may find  a War has just begun
Israel has punched  a little hard
Trump and Putin’s missiles  lust for  fun

We may see no soldiers with their guns
Drones and missiles launched from our backyards
You may find  the War has just begun

The top commanders rub their hands and stun
But who the hell has got the devil’s card
Trump and Putin’s missiles  lust for  fun

All religions have their Holy One
But seems from conscious minds ,God is debarred
We may find  a War has just begun

The  foolish  boast they’ve bigger,that note jars
Missiles are more dangerous than cars
You may find  a War has just begun
Trump and Putin’s missiles   rape the Womb

Pan-European air traffic control agency Eurocontrol on Tuesday warned airlines to exercise caution in the eastern Mediterranean due to the possible launch of airstrikes into Syria in the next 72 hours.

>Israel on high alert, prepares for possible Iranian retaliation after strike on Syrian base ■ 

From Haaretz