Terrorism Is a LieThere is a problem that exists with the way that America portrays terrorism in the Media. And this particular problem is why I long ago came to believe that Terrorism is nothing more than a capitalist scheme to empty your pockets for taxes, keep the American defence budget from being cut and generally keep everybody in a continuous state of fear.
The problem is a matter of Memory. American memory.
America has, as a nation, often marvelled at it's technological advances - which is no bad thing. In fact it's quite a good thing. I remember a time when Americans were marvelling at brand new spy satellites that could spot a penny on the ground in a busy suburb from space. Armed with thermal vision and other such gadgetry nobody could hide from those lads at the CIA.
Then comes along a man named Osama Bin Laden who, for the last eleven years and armed only with a camcorder and some third hand throwback russian weaponry has alluded these clever spy satellites...
Is it just me who s
Doctor Who: Relics Chapter 2CHAPTER TWO
'Well, this is all very swish,' the Doctor remarked as he, Amy and Gwen entered the newly rebuilt Torchwood headquarters.
'Very,' Amy agreed as she looked around.
'Yeah, well. The Government decided they owed us one after that episode with the 456,' she said. 'You weren't anywhere to be seen, of course, so we had to do it all ourselves.' She cast him a wary look.
'Well,' said the Doctor. 'I can't be everywhere at once. Even a time Lord like me only has two pair of hands,' he said. 'That's why Jack set up Torchwood. So you'd be safe when I wasn't here,' he said.
'So does Torchwood go around catching naughty aliens too?' Amy asked.
'Pretty much,' said Gwen as she crossed the central hub - a mass of computer stations as it used to be - to the newly installed kitchen (a kitchen installed on the bill of the Government) and began to fill up the kettle. 'It's not the ideal lifestyle but someone's g
Doctor Who: RelicsPrologue
Steven moved through the ancient tomb, Sara close behind, picking their way through the various treasures that were strewn about the place. It was an odd sight. All these Egyptian treasures that would be considered ancient artefacts where he came from all glittered brand new.
'Doctor!' He called, his hands cupped about his mouth to project the sound farther. 'Doctor!' he called again. After calling once more he sighed and looked at Sara. 'Well, no Doctor,' he said.
Sara pursed her lips and looked over at the TARDIS. 'Perhaps he's inside,' she suggested and rushed over to it, knocking on the wooden blue door to find no answer.
Steven looked around once more. 'Doctor!' he called again. At that point he felt Sara touch him on the back. 'Steven, look,' she said. Her tone was tense, she seemed suddenly frightened of something. He turned to face what it was that had caught her attention and saw a sarcophagus a few meters away lyi