fishingboatproceeds
Last year, in total, British police officers actually fired their weapons three times. The number of people fatally shot was zero. In 2012 the figure was just one. Even after adjusting for the smaller size of Britain’s population, British citizens are around 100 times less likely to be shot by a police officer than Americans. Between 2010 and 2014 the police force of one small American city, Albuquerque in New Mexico, shot and killed 23 civilians; seven times more than the number of Brits killed by all of England and Wales’s 43 forces during the same period.

The explanation for this gap is simple. In Britain, guns are rare. Only specialist firearms officers carry them; and criminals rarely have access to them. The last time a British police officer was killed by a firearm on duty was in 2012, in a brutal case in Manchester. The annual number of murders by shooting is typically less than 50. Police shootings are enormously controversial. The shooting of Mark Duggan, a known gangster, which in 2011 started riots across London, led to a fiercely debated inquest. Last month, a police officer was charged with murder over a shooting in 2005. The reputation of the Metropolitan Police’s armed officers is still barely recovering from the fatal shooting of Jean Charles de Menezes, an innocent Brazilian, in the wake of the 7/7 terrorist bombings in London.

In America, by contrast, it is hardly surprising that cops resort to their weapons more frequently. In 2013, 30 cops were shot and killed—just a fraction of the 9,000 or so murders using guns that happen each year. Add to that a hyper-militarised police culture and a deep history of racial strife and you have the reason why so many civilians are shot by police officers. Unless America can either reduce its colossal gun ownership rates or fix its deep social problems, shootings of civilians by police—justified or not—seem sure to continue.
shinearishine

i-want-ray-toros-hair:

so yknow how on youtube to mp3 it gives you a link in the box when you open the page

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i was wondering what that was so i decided to click convert and see

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and this is what it is

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMU0tzLwhbE

what the fUCK IS THIS

I EXpECTED AN INFORMATIONAL VIDEO ON THE DANGERS OF ILLEGALLY DOWNLOADING MUSIC. bUT INSTEAD I GET WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS

chronicallylate

Anonymous asked:

What's the pacer test? D:

kada-bura answered:

oh god.

The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year. 

Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?

"Ready? Begin!" she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.

The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.

Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.

A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back. 

And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre legends.

But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues. 

Did I mention that I was only a couple marks off full for my English Literature exam? The exam where I was memorising Chaucer and Shakespeare the night before?

So yeah, this is a thing that I managed. This will be my shining moment in the three years that I spent at college.

thoughtfultea I’m doing it at Birmingham City, because one of grades was too low for UofB. Are you still there?

The lady I spoke to at BCU said that they do a post-grad Philosophy degree and it wouldn’t be impossible for me to take a module or two from there, which sounds pretty fine with me. I ended up with what I now know to be a very high C for Philosophy (3 UMS off a B, and I was 5 off an A in English!!).

But it’s okay now. I’m not really too bothered anymore, just glad that I have somewhere to go come September, and the degree I’m doing sounds brilliant.

thoughtfultea I’m doing it at Birmingham City, because one of grades was too low for UofB. Are you still there?

The lady I spoke to at BCU said that they do a post-grad Philosophy degree and it wouldn’t be impossible for me to take a module or two from there, which sounds pretty fine with me. I ended up with what I now know to be a very high C for Philosophy (3 UMS off a B, and I was 5 off an A in English!!).

But it’s okay now. I’m not really too bothered anymore, just glad that I have somewhere to go come September, and the degree I’m doing sounds brilliant.

So in the end, I was a few UMS points off being accepted into the university that I wanted to go to but that’s fine, really. Though clearing I’ve managed to get into a English and Creative Writing degree, the thought of which just warms my heart.

I’m probably the happiest I’ve been in a long time today and glad I can move onto the next chapter of my life. It feels like I’ve been trying for so long, and things are finally looking up.

gold-sound

Girl afraid
where does his intentions lay?
Or does he even have any?

She says:
“He never really looks at me
I give him every opportunity
in the room downstairs
he sat and stared
in the room downstairs
he sat and stared
I’ll never make that mistake again!”

Boy afraid
prudence never pays
and everything she wants costs money

“But she doesn’t even LIKE me!
and I know because she said so
in the room downstairs
she sat and stared
in the room downstairs
she sat and stared
I’ll never make that mistake again!”