Buddhists sentenced over Burma riot
Twenty-five Buddhists have been sentenced to as many as 15 years in prison for murder and other crimes during a night of rioting, burning and killing in central Burma (also known as Myanmar), following weeks in which it seemed only Muslims were being punished for sectarian violence aimed primarily at members of their own religion.
But the sentences issued Wednesday and Thursday did not erase a sense of unequal justice: A day earlier, a Muslim received a life sentence for murdering one of the 43 people killed March 20 and 21 in the central Burma town of Meikhtila.
A wave of violence over the past year in this predominantly Buddhist Southeast Asian country has left more than 250 people dead and 140,000 others fleeing their homes, most of them Muslim. The attacks, and the government's inability to stop them, have marred the Southeast Asian country's image abroad as it moves toward democracy and greater freedom following nearly five decades of military rule.
Most of the sentences were handed down Wednesday, and the toughest stemmed from the deadliest incident of the Meikhtila riots: a brutal mob attack on an Islamic school, its students and teachers that killed 36 people.
Buddhist mobs torched Mingalar Zayone Islamic Boarding School, Muslim businesses and all but one of the city's 13 mosques following a dispute between a Muslim and a Buddhist at a gold shop and the burning death of a Buddhist monk by four Muslim men. While security forces stood by, a mob armed with machetes, metal pipes, chains and stones killed 32 teenage students and four teachers. Video clips online show mobs clubbing students to death and cheering as flames leap from corpses.
The state-run Keymon daily said eight people - seven Buddhists and one Muslim - were convicted Wednesday in Meikhtila district court for crimes connected to the school massacre.
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Those Peace Loving Buddhists...
Those Peace Loving Buddhists...



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If I am not mistaken this is the result of significant provocation.
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I will never understand how people can hate each other so much on the sole grounds that they are of a different religion. 

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Yep Thích Quảng Đức hated Catholics soooooo bad he set himself on fire...
Sometimes it seems as though one has to cross the line just to figger out where it is
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I await with 'bated breath Lord Jim's thread on "Those Peace Loving Christians".
Oh, wait. His church has slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people ....
Oh, wait. His church has slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people ....
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Isn't the central theme of Buddhism "Every man for himself"?
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.
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Quite the contrary:Crackpot wrote:Isn't the central theme of Buddhism "Every man for himself"?
Just as all the previous Sugatas and the Buddhas generated the mind of enlightenment and accomplished all the stages of the Bodhisattva training, so will I too, for the sake of all beings, generate the mind of enlightenment ....
Reason is valuable only when it performs against the wordless physical background of the universe.
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Thus proving that Andrew doesn't have a sense of humor.
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.
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you want to continue with you thoughts on the Famous Belgian philosopher Aristotle and the political movement known as the London Underground?
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.
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Have you been eating dgs49's corn flakes?
Reason is valuable only when it performs against the wordless physical background of the universe.
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Sometimes it seems as though one has to cross the line just to figger out where it is
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The reference was oblique. Get over yourself.
yrs,
rubato
yrs,
rubato
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He's the genius, I knew how to look it up...
Sometimes it seems as though one has to cross the line just to figger out where it is
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rubato wrote:Doh! I didn't get it either..
yrs,
rubato
Fixed.
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
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Gob wrote:rubato wrote:Doh - I get it all the time.
yrs,
rubato
Fixed (again)
Your collective inability to acknowledge this obvious truth makes you all look like fools.
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rubato
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Rick wrote:He's the genius, I knew how to look it up...
Not 'getting' a somewhat obscure and oblique reference does not prove that Andrew does not have a sense of humor. The idea is stupid.
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Postby Crackpot » Thu Jul 25, 2013 12:30 pm
Thus proving that Andrew doesn't have a sense of humor.
yrs,
rubato
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speaking of stupid.Gob wrote:rubato wrote:Doh! I didn't get it either..
yrs,
rubato
Fixed.
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The idea that Andrew doesn't have a sense of humor is not new.rubato wrote:Rick wrote:He's the genius, I knew how to look it up...Not 'getting' a somewhat obscure and oblique reference does not prove that Andrew does not have a sense of humor. The idea is stupid.
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Postby Crackpot » Thu Jul 25, 2013 12:30 pm
Thus proving that Andrew doesn't have a sense of humor.
yrs,
rubato
The fact that Crackpot comes up with a great many obscure references (some more so than others) is not new
either.
However Andrews comment to CP about cheerios instead of even trying to get it seemed a bit over the top for me, thus my comment based upon my assessment of the previous comments.
Humor is not that hard even for one that is as dry as Andrews...
Sometimes it seems as though one has to cross the line just to figger out where it is
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The fact that Andrew has openly admitted to not having much of a sense of humour would underscore that.Rick wrote: The idea that Andrew doesn't have a sense of humor is not new.
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
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I was hanging there, staring down – a long way down – at a brick staircase, and I had an epiphany.
I’d already seen one of the guys holding my ankles. As I was walking down the main drive, there he was, with his leather forearm-shield covered in metal points, playing some sort of volleyball. He, a guy with a twisted spine, and another guy with what looked to be several braces retainers wrapped around his lower face were swatting something that was once a soccer ball over a small pine tree.
The other guy I’d never seen before. It would turn out later that he had four combinations of first and last names, depending on his mood, and woe betide whoever guessed the wrong one.
From the main drive, I’d entered the main house, where I’d been greeted with a security regime, notable mostly for its inability to detect contraband, run by a woman for whom “Praise the Lord!” seemed to be an obligatory phrase in reference to almost everything. (As I was to hear all too many times later “Washing the dishes, Praise the Lord!” “Taking out the garbage, Praise the Lord!”)
I’d made my way up to my new abode, a room called Jericho. (The original Jericho sign hangs to this day above the door to our guest bedroom.) Eventually, I would become quite the cosmopolitan: I have lived in Jericho, Jerusalem, Nazareth, Hebron, Damascus, Bethany, Bethsaida, and probably some other places I don’t recall.
Before I’d even got settled in, the leather-pointy-things guy and the what’s-my-name-today guy had grabbed me, carried me to Damascus II, and shoved me out the window, holding me by my ankles.
And then one of them said, loudly, “I’m losing my grip!”
There I was, face to the wall of what had once been a beautiful Julia-Morgan-designed mansion, my head aimed at what could soon be the site of my death or, perhaps worse, my mangling.
And it came to me: Whether I live or die has very little to do with me and mostly to do with other people whose behavior I cannot control.
So I abandoned my desperate clinging to the shingles, let my arms hang down, stared the staircase right in its mortar-encrusted face, and let go of everything.
I’m still here.
Edited for hyphenation.
I’d already seen one of the guys holding my ankles. As I was walking down the main drive, there he was, with his leather forearm-shield covered in metal points, playing some sort of volleyball. He, a guy with a twisted spine, and another guy with what looked to be several braces retainers wrapped around his lower face were swatting something that was once a soccer ball over a small pine tree.
The other guy I’d never seen before. It would turn out later that he had four combinations of first and last names, depending on his mood, and woe betide whoever guessed the wrong one.
From the main drive, I’d entered the main house, where I’d been greeted with a security regime, notable mostly for its inability to detect contraband, run by a woman for whom “Praise the Lord!” seemed to be an obligatory phrase in reference to almost everything. (As I was to hear all too many times later “Washing the dishes, Praise the Lord!” “Taking out the garbage, Praise the Lord!”)
I’d made my way up to my new abode, a room called Jericho. (The original Jericho sign hangs to this day above the door to our guest bedroom.) Eventually, I would become quite the cosmopolitan: I have lived in Jericho, Jerusalem, Nazareth, Hebron, Damascus, Bethany, Bethsaida, and probably some other places I don’t recall.
Before I’d even got settled in, the leather-pointy-things guy and the what’s-my-name-today guy had grabbed me, carried me to Damascus II, and shoved me out the window, holding me by my ankles.
And then one of them said, loudly, “I’m losing my grip!”
There I was, face to the wall of what had once been a beautiful Julia-Morgan-designed mansion, my head aimed at what could soon be the site of my death or, perhaps worse, my mangling.
And it came to me: Whether I live or die has very little to do with me and mostly to do with other people whose behavior I cannot control.
So I abandoned my desperate clinging to the shingles, let my arms hang down, stared the staircase right in its mortar-encrusted face, and let go of everything.
I’m still here.
Edited for hyphenation.
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Reason is valuable only when it performs against the wordless physical background of the universe.