Posted on 12/10/2015 1:17:32 PM PST by ArGee
Raqqa, Syria
Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, the leader of the Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant, also known as ISIS, announced today that he would be disbanding all forces and returning all land to Syria and Iraq. The move was prompted by the ongoing Climate Conference in Paris.
"This is one thing we could not have anticipated," Mr. al-Baghdadi said in prepared remarks. "When we see the world coming together like this on such a dangerous subject as Global Climate Change, we realize that our Caliphate will never survive. It's only a matter of time before Climate Change is no more and the world's attention turns to us. At that point, we will have no chance. For the sake of the men, women, and children who have supported us, I can not continue a doomed campaign."
An emotional al-Baghdadi did not take any questions.
Sources close to al-Baghdadi who spoke on the condition of anonymity told us that it was becoming more and more difficult to recruit new fighters. "Even our existing people are extremely demoralized," one said. "The words of Donald Trump himself can not overcome our dispair."
According to their press release, surrender is total and immediate. Fighters are being paid and sent home by division. Any remaining money will be put into a fund to resettle Christians and Yazidis who have been displaced by the war.
"We thought the world was fragmented," one strategist was overheard saying to himself. "Who knew it could come together like this? This is a stinging rebuke."
So far there has been no comment from Damascus, Baghdad, Moscow, or Washington. One source inside the Kremlin said, "We are waiting to see if there will be any follow-up action. We want to make sure this is real before we decide on our next steps."
It is 0° out on the guy with the Latin last name's scale (heading toward a projected low of -8°) and a brisk breeze (not to be confused with brisk tea which is an entirely different leaf) of 36 kph blowing from the WNW.
We had some warmish days and the daffodils are poking up from the ground. They seem to survive this warm-cold-freeze-that cycle though.
I didn't see any of the Crocus in my wander about the yard. Maybe it is still too early for them but it seems they show before the other stuff pokes out of the ground.
Glad I changed the oil in the car over the weekend when it was warm. And not briskly breezing.
Nothing to worry about....Just a Haggis re-entering after a successful test flight.
We had a blustery day here. I thought of Winnie the Pooh.
I very nearly lost my hat a time or two.
Those hats always remind me of the movie “Fargo”.
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This very plush kitten lives in Maine in a house with décor.
Launch postponed due to weather...
Kittie too young to drive that fine looking vintage car model...best to just tip it off the shelf...
Now I full understand the call for universal concealed carry!
No Cork Screws !
Morning, All. :)
Have a ‘Real Tree’ version of one of those.
Fishing Gear is better built than anything else ‘ere.
They are just the best in Cold, Windy Conditions.
Town folks just don’t understand the Real Tree......
I do hope that isn’t how the Shuttle was launched....tell me it wasn’t !
Alla salute!
;>)
Morning, gents. 35 here, and supposed to rain later, but I’m going to be an optimist about this.
I have a poem for that:
Written In Stone
How is it you haven’t read, then,
The notes that were carefully placed,
In layers of sedimentary rock,
So they wouldn’t be simply erased?
My other stone writing you noted.
I guess brevity counts with you now,
It used to be any message,
Was like manna from Heaven somehow.
But before, you were watching the heavens,
And now you seem glued to that “set”,
Which perhaps was a gift from Lucifer,
I haven’t decided quite yet.
In any case I left some scribblings,
That I’d just jotted down on the fly,
As I puttered around in my Garden,
While a few million ages crept by.
Like flowers pressed between pages,
Impressions of things that once were,
Were cast in the layers of future rock,
And baked in the way that they stir.
A simmering, bubbling cauldron,
If your scale of observing is such,
That a million years is the blink of an eye,
And some things need a delicate touch.
Now you may think those notes are of failures,
Being things that I tried and put by,
But remember that all of them did once live,
Ere they came to that place where they’d die.
They succeeded in terms of getting along,
With the challenges they had to face,
Remarkable, really, that out of such wood,
I whittled the whole human race.
Now, off you go with your studies,
Don’t think it’s an open-book test!
This place that you think is a garden,
Is a prison for all but the best.
NicknamedBob . . . . April 29, 2009
Floofy squee!!!
Written in stone? Stuning!
I’ve always wanted one of those hats....
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