Thursday, December 26, 2013

P o l i t i c s & T h e M a n i p u l a t i v e M i n d




Moral argumentation is not
A search for moral truth
But
A tool for moral persuasion


 
Jonathan Haight University of Virginia
author of The Righteous Mind




 
Jonathan Haidt Explains Our Contentious Culture.mp4. TheEthanwashere·246 videos
Published on 13 Jun 2012

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K r i s t e n B e l l & I d i n a M e n z e l



 Idina Menzel & Kristen Bell

Sunday, 6 April 2014

15:43:03


From Frozen

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Tiki Coveny  thecougarshow

Friday, 27 December 2013

16:00:08

Welcome

Haere mai

thecougarshow



Y e s t e r d a y

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Friday, 27 December 2013
15:51:29

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Tuesday, 5 February 2013

19:05:04



Waitangi Day 2013
year of the snake



May we move forward in Peace



thecougarshow response to this most auspicious of Waitangi Day’s Celebrations:

Titewhai Harawira has been the most outstanding outspoken and strongest kuia for her hapu her iwi and New Zealand Maori in the 21st century.

Thanks to the opposition it bought forth the stalwart and stoic strength she has shown to all her opposers today.

Single handedly and in true cougar style she has remained steadfast and true to herself. This kuia deserves a medal and the respect due to her.

In good company with those unique qualities she joins her son Hone Harawira amongst others to the ‘Spirit of The Cougar’ List.

Nota Bene

Some of you who may not understand but the welcoming on to the marae and the karanga is performed by a woman.


Moving right along


Auckland's total fire ban will be lifted for one day only tomorrow to allow Waitangi Day hangis and barbecues.

Record weather woes aside, Nelsonians can expect the skies to clear and the sun to shine tomorrow for Waitangi Day.


Tomorrow is
Waitangi Day 2013


Every year on 6 February, New Zealand marks the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi in 1840. In that year, representatives of the British Crown and over 500 Māori chiefs signed what is often considered to be New Zealand’s founding document. The day was first officially commemorated in 1934, and it has been a public holiday since 1974.

For some people, Waitangi Day is a holiday; for many, and especially for Māori, it is the occasion for reflecting on the Treaty. Since the 1970s the style and mood of the commemorations on Waitangi Day have been influenced by the increasingly heated debate surrounding the place of the Treaty in modern New Zealand.

Waitangi Day is recognised as New Zealand's national day, but the long-standing tensions associated with it are always likely to surface in one form or another. The date is an important marker in the country's history. Recognition of the significance of the Treaty of Waitangi as the nation's founding document will continue to encourage leaders, communities and individuals to mark the day in new ways.


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Monday, 07 January 2013

13:36:22

With Christmas and New Year behind us what’s on



Whats up on the calendar this month January 2013


The new Rainbow Warrior will be touring New Zealand in January and February 2013.

There will be free tours of the ship in Auckland, Oban (Stewart Island), Bluff, Dunedin and Wellington.

Auckland 12-13 Jan TBC Princes Wharf (Western side)



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Sunday, 23 December 2012


13:06:22







  A Christmas story  …  in two parts  






 Merry Xmas and A Brilliant New Year 




from thecougarshow




Part One Begins ...



My Christmas Miracle

 

Taylor Caldwell


For many of us , one Christmas stands out from all the others, the one when the meaning of the day shone clearest.

Although I did not guess it, my own ‘truest’ Christmas began on a rainy spring day in the bleakest year of my life.

Recently divorced,I was in my 20’s,had no job,and was on my way downtown to go the rounds of the employment offices.

 I had no umbrella, for my old one had fallen apart, and I could not afford another one.I sat down in the streetcar, and there against the seat was a beautiful silk umbrella with a silver handle inlaid with gold and flecks of bright enamel.I had never seen anything so lovely.

I examined the handle and saw a name engraved among the golden scrolls.The usual procedure would have been to turn in the umbrella to the conductor, but on impulse I decided to take it with me and find the owner myself.
  
I got off the streetcar in a downpour and thankfully opened the umbrella to protect myself.Then I searched a telephone book for the name on the umbrella and found it.I called and a lady answered.

Yes, she said in surprise,that was her umbrella, which her parent, now dead, had given her for a birthday present.But she added, it had been stolen from her locker at school (she was a teacher) more than a year before.She was so excited that I forgot I was looking for a job and went directly to her small house.She , took the umbrella and her eyes filled with tears.

The teacher wanted to give me a reward, but-although $20 was all I had in the world-her happiness at retrieving this special possession was such that to have accepted money would have spoiled something.

We talked for awhile, and I must have given her my address.I don’t remember.

The next six months were wretched.I was able to obtain only temporary employment here and there,for a small salary,though this was what they now called the Roaring Twenties.

But I put aside 25 or 50 cents when I could afford it for my little girl’s Christmas presents.(It took me six months to save $8.) My last job ended the day before Christmas, my $30 rent was soon due,and I had $15 to my name-which Peggy and I would need for food.

She was home from her convent boarding school and was excitedly looking forward to her gifts the next day,which I had already purchased.I had brought her a small tree,and we were going to decorate it that night.

The stormy air was full of the sound of merriment as I walked from the streetcar to my small apartment.Bells rang and children shouted in the bitter dusk of the evening, and windows werelighted and everyone was running and laughing.


But there would be no Christmas for me, I knew ,no gifts, no remembrance whatsoever.


As I struggled through the snowdrifts, I just about reached the lowest point in my life. Unless a miracle happened I would be homeless in January, foodless, jobless. I had prayed steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer but this coldness and darkness, this harsh air, this abandonment. God and men had completely forgotten me.I felt old as death, and as lonely.What was to become of us?


To be continued …






HD-Gerry Rafferty
Kyrie Elieson
Saint Anne statue
Carfin Grotto Motherwell
june 2010 .


greenmagoos

"Kyrie Elieson is the intro track to Gerry Rafferty's final album "Life Goes On." Similar to a Gregorian Chant, this piece can be interpreted as a reflection of his Irish/Scottish Catholic background and his love for hymns."






Monday, 24 December 2012

12:36:53



  A Christmas story …  in two parts 
 
Merry Xmas and A Brilliant New Year




from thecougarshow



   Part two continues ...


My Christmas Miracle



Taylor Caldwell


Part 2


I looked in my mailbox.There were only bills in it, a sheaf of them, and two white envelopes which I was sure contained more bills.I went up three dusty flights of stairs, and I cried shivering in my thin coat.But I made myself smile so I could greet my little daughter with a pretense of happiness.She opened the door for me and threw herself in my arms,screaming joyously and demanding that we decorate the tree immediately.


Peggy was not yet six years old, and had been alone all day while I worked. She had set our kitchen table for our evening meal, proudly, and put pans out and the three cans of food which would be our dinner.


For some reason when I looked at those pans and cans, I felt broken hearted.We would have only hamburgers for our Christmas dinner tomorrow, and gelatine.


I stood in the cold little kitchen , and misery overwhelmed me .

For the first time in my life I, I doubted the existence of God and his mercy, and the coldness in my heart was colder than ice.


The doorbell rang, and Peggy ran fleetly to answer it, calling that it must be santa Claus. Then I heard a man talking heartily to her and went to the door. He was a delivery man and his arms were full of big parcels, and he was laughing at my child’s frenzied joy and her dancing.


“This is a mistake” I said, but he read the name on the parcels, and they were for me.


When he had gone I could only stare at the boxes. Peggy and I sat on the floor and opened them.


A huge doll three times the size of the one I had brought for her.


Gloves.


Candy.


A beautiful leather purse.


I looked for the name of the sender. It was the teacher, the address simply “California” where she had moved.


Our dinner that night was the most delicious that I had ever eaten. I could only pray in myself “Thank you Father”


I forgot I had no money for the rent and only $15 in my purse and no job.My child and I ate and laughed together in happiness. Then we decorated the little tree and marvelled at it.


I put Peggy to bed and set up her gifts around the tree, and a sweet peace flooded me like a benediction. I had some hope again. I could even examine the sheaf of bills without cringing. Then I opened the two white envelopes.


One contained a check for $30 from a company I had worked for briefly in the summer. It was, said a note my “Christmas Bonus”. My rent!


The other envelope was an offer of a permanent position with the government – to begin two days after Christmas.


I sat with the letter in my hand, and the check on the table before me, and I think that was the most joyful moment of my life up to that time.


The church bells began to ring. I hurriedly looked at my child, who was sleeping blissfully, and ran down to the street.


Everywhere people were walking to church to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. People smiled at me and I smiled back. The storm had stopped, the sky was pure and glittering with stars.


“The Lord is born!” sang the bells to the crystal night and the laughing darkness. Someone began to sing , “Come,all ye faithful!” I joined in and sang with the strangers all about me.


I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all.


And that of course is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.


Nga mihi o te Krihimete

Have a sweet Christmas


1814 - Morning Star . Q Tay




1814 - Morning Star . Q Tay


Uploaded on Jun 6, 2009



1814 are an 8-piece Reggae Band whose members live in the hills surrounding the beautiful Whangaroa Harbour and nearby town of Kerikeri, Northland.



Patu Colbert (guitar/vocals), formed the band with sons: Shaun (drums) and Jimmy (bass), in 2004. The line up now includes: Darren Katene (lead vocals); Katherine Te Haara Atama (vocals); Reuben Heger (sax); Erana Jones (keys) and Maihi Pinker (vocals).



The name, 1814, was taken from the year the Gospel arrived at Oihi, in the Bay Of Islands. Missionary, Samuel Marsden, held the first sermon there on Christmas Day, 1814. This is the inspiration behind delivering a message of peace, love and unity to all people throughout the land.



Original band members. Des Brown and Korey Atama have moved onto other jobs and Erana Jones, has joined to fill the roll on keys, while Maihi Pinker has joined bringing even more dynamics to the vocals.



The band has had the privilege of playing with some of the countrys top acts: Katchafire, House of Shem, 3 Houses Down, Cornerstone Roots, Unity Pacific, Ardijah, Ruia Aperahama, Whirimako Black, Che Fu, Moana and The Tribe to name a few.



Source : the little big book of Christmas 1999 welcome enterprises inc NY



Have A Sweet Christmas



 Nga Mihi O Te Kirihimete



 Kilisimasi Fiefia Mo Ha Ta ‘U Fo ‘Ou Monu ‘Ia



 Maunia Lava Le Kilisimasi Ma Le Tausaga Fou


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