German politicians were almost wiped out by cyber attacks. Today, there is an “earthquake” on
the German Internet: in addition to the extreme right-wing German New Choice Party
The whole German politicians have been attacked on the Internet. Hundreds of German politicians, including Angela Merkel, the German
Chancellor, have their personal information blown up by hackers and all of them have been publicly posted on Twitter.
It is understood that hackers have stolen the released information, in addition to contacts, including politicians’personal chat records and
financial details and other sensitive information. In addition, there are also some celebrities, journalists lying guns, data was “stolen” by hackers.
At present, the German government has no clue as to who was behind the attack. Horst Seehofer, the interior minister, said the authorities were trying to find the perpetrators.
And in the event of such a major incident, he also dutifully defended the German government’s cyber security, saying there is no evidence that the German parliament or government system has been damaged.
According to available information, the leak originated from a Twitter account in Hamburg. Authorities in the northern German city said they were working with the Irish Data Protection Commissioner to prevent data dissemination among German politicians.
The reason for working with Ireland is that Twitter’s European headquarters is in Dublin, the Irish capital. In theory, the Irish Data Protection Agency is responsible for the leak.
In the 28th round of the League match, Liaoning Men’s Basketball Team won 119-87 away to the North Control Men’s Basketball Team, winning 17 consecutive wins.
However, the focus of people’s attention is not the competition itself, but the “CBA first net red” Guo Allen sent the classic “coquettish” expression pack.
When the fourth quarter just played 7 seconds, Guo Allen held the ball in the midline position, Li Xiaoxu
came to do the block, Shulong was blocked, Zhang Minghao destroyed the ball when he shot and grabbed it.
But the referee gave the ball to the North Control Men’s Basketball Team. At this time, Guo Allen quit. He ran excitedly from the left side of the
venue to Guo Shiqiang standing on the right side of the venue and asked Guo Shiqiang to apply for video playback.
At this time, the score was 100-74. Liaoning Men’s Basketball Team completely crushed the opponent. Guo Allen was so excited. Guo
Shiqiang was reluctant to play back the video at first, because it was still early to the end of the game, and he still led by a big score.
Perhaps it is reluctant to see his old uncle, Guo Allen also pulled up Guo Shiqiang’s sleeve, like a spoiled child, Guo Shiqiang could not laugh or cry.
He and Guo Shiqiang were just like two parents who wanted candy children. They were ready to watch the
video playback with laughter. Finally, the referee awarded the weight of the ball to Liaoning Men’s Basketball Team.
Although the game was over, Guo Allen’s “coquettish” facial pack became popular. After the game, he wrote
on his personal social platform: “This is not a funny thing. Don’t laugh.
Britney Spears posted on social networking website on May 5 that she would cancel all new concerts. The reason was that his father was seriously ill and hospitalized.
So she decided heavily to cancel the “Domination” singing show and devote the rest of her time to her family. Britney also said she had been looking forward to seeing everyone on the show and was heartbroken.
I don’t know where to start, because it’s too hard for me to talk about. I can’t perform my new “Domination” singing show.
I’ve been looking forward to this rookie for a year, and I hope to see all of you, so this decision breaks my heart. However, my family has always been my first priority.
So that’s the choice I have to make. A few months ago, my father was hospitalized and passed through the ghost gates. We are all grateful to him for surviving.
But there is still a long way to go to recover. I have to make tough decisions, and now I will focus all my attention and energy on my family.
I hope you all understand me. Ticket refund please log on my website. In the meantime, I sincerely thank you for your prayers and support for my family. Thank you, love you.
I’ve been looking forward to this rookie for a year, and I hope to see all of you, so this decision breaks my heart. However, my family is always my first priority, so this is the choice I have to make. A few months ago,
my father was hospitalized and passed through the ghost gates. We are all grateful that he can survive, but there is still a long way to go before he recovers. I had to make a tough decision.
The king wore lambswool breeches and a quilted doublet, yet somehow he looked as stiff and uncomfortable as if he had been clad in plate and mail. His skin was
pale leather, his beard cropped so short that it might have been painted on. A fringe about his temples was all that remained of his black hair. In his hand
was a parchment with a broken seal of dark green wax.
Jon took a knee. The king frowned at him, and rattled the parchment angrily. “Rise. Tell me, who is Lyanna Mormont?”
“One of Lady Maege’s daughters, Sire. The youngest. She was named for my lord father’s sister.”
“To curry your lord father’s favor, I don’t doubt. I know how that game is played. How old is this wretched girl child?”
Jon had to think a moment. “Ten. Or near enough to make no matter. Might I know how she has offended Your Grace?”
Stannis read from the letter. “Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK. A girl of ten, you
say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king.” His close-cropped beard lay like a shadow over his hollow cheeks. “See that you keep these tidings to yourself, Lord
Snow. Karhold is with me, that is all the men need know. I will not have your brothers trading tales of how this child spat on me.”
“I’m going to show you how dangerous tigers are,” hecontinued. “I want you to remember this lesson for the rest ofyour lives.”He turned to Babu and nodded.
Babu left. Mahisha’s eyesfollowed him and did not move from the door he disappearedthrough. He returned a few
seconds later carrying a goat withits legs tied. Mother gripped me from behind. Mahisha’s snarlturned into a growl deep in the throat.
Babu unlocked, opened, entered, closed and locked a cagenext to the tiger’s cage. Bars and a trapdoor separated thetwo.
Immediately Mahisha was up against the dividing bars,pawing them. To his growling he now added explosive,
arrestedwoofs. Babu placed the goat on the floor; its flanks wereheaving violently, its tongue hung from its mouth, and its eyeswere
He untied its
legs. The goat
got to its feet.
Lady Melisandre stirred. “Tell me, Lord Snow … where were these other kings when the wild people stormed your Wall?”
“A thousand leagues away and deaf to our need,” Jon replied. “I have not forgotten that, my lady. Nor will I. But my father’s bannermen have wives and children to
protect, and smallfolk who will die should they choose wrongly. His Grace asks much of them. Give them time, and you will have your answers.”
“Answers such as this?” Stannis crushed Lyanna’s letter in his fist.
“Even in the north men fear the wroth of Tywin Lannister. Boltons make bad enemies as well. It is not happenstance that put a flayed man on their banners.
They north rode with Robb, bled with him, died for him. They have supped on grief and death, and now you come to
offer them another serving. Do you blame them if they hang back? Forgive me, Your Grace, but some will look at you and see only another doomed pretender.”
“If His Grace is doomed, your realm is doomed as well,” said Lady Melisandre. “Remember that, Lord Snow. It is the one true king of Westeros who stands before you.”
Jon kept his face a mask. “As you say, my lady.”
I could feel Mother’s hand pressed against my poundingheart.
The trapdoor resisted with sharp cries. Mahisha was besidehimself – he looked as if he were about to burst through thebars.
He seemed to hesitate between staying where he was, atthe place where his prey was closest but most certainly out
ofreach, and moving to the ground level, further away but wherethe trapdoor was located. He raised himself and started snarlingagain.
The goat started to jump. It jumped to amazing heights. Ihad no idea a goat could jump so high. But the back
was a high
“As you command, Sire.” Maege Mormont had ridden south with Robb, Jon knew. Her eldest daughter had joined the Young Wolf’s host as well. Even if both of them
had died, however, Lady Maege had other daughters, some with children of their own. Had they gone with Robb as well? Surely Lady Maege would have left at
least one of the older girls behind as castellan. He did not understand why Lyanna should be writing Stannis, and
could not help but wonder if the girl’s answer might have been different if the letter had been sealed with a direwolf
instead of a crowned stag, and signed by Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell. It is too late for such misgivings. You made your choice.
“Two score ravens were sent out,” the king complained, “yet we get no response but silence and defiance. Homage is the duty every leal subject owes his king. Yet
your father’s bannermen all turn their back on me, save the Karstarks. Is Arnolf Karstark the only man of honor in the north?”
Arnolf Karstark was the late Lord Rickard’s uncle. He had been made the castellan of Karhold when his nephew
and his sons went south with Robb, and he had been the first to respond to King Stannis’s call for homage, with a raven
declaring his allegiance. The Karstarks have no other choice, Jon might have said. Rickard Karstark had betrayed the direwolf and spilled the blood of lions.
The stag was Karhold’s only hope. “In times as confused as these, even men of
honor must wonder where their duty lies. Your Grace is not the only king in the realm demanding homage.”
Babu exited the cage in the same careful way he had enteredit. The cage had two floors, one level with us, the other at
theback, higher by about three feet, that led outside to the island.
The goat scrambled to this second level. Mahisha, nowunconcerned with Babu,
paralleled the move in his cage in afluid, effortless motion. He crouched and lay
still, his slowlymoving tail the only sign of tension.
Babu stepped up to the trapdoor
between the cages andstarted pulling it open. In anticipation of satisfaction, Mahishafell silent. I heard two things at that moment: Father saying”Never forget
this lesson” as he looked on grimly, and thebleating of the goat. It must
bleating all along,
hear it before.
Boy was not the worst of the things that Jon Snow had been called since being chosen lord commander. He ignored it.
“Snow,” the voice insisted, “Lord Commander.”
This time he stopped. “Ser?”
The knight overtopped him by six inches. “A man who bears Valyrian steel should use it for more than scratching his arse.”
Jon had seen this one about the castle—a knight of great renown, to hear him tell it. During the battle beneath the Wall, Ser Godry Farring had slain a fleeing giant, pounding after him on horseback and driving a lance through his back,
then dismounting to hack off the creature’s pitiful small head. The queen’s men had taken to calling him Godry the Giantslayer.
Jon remembered Ygritte, crying. I am the last of the giants. “I use Longclaw when I must, ser.”
Countless stories are told of them. They are the pendants ofthose “vicious”, “bloodthirsty”, “depraved” animals that inflamethe ire of the maniacs I have
just mentioned, who vent theirspite on them with walking sticks and umbrellas. In both caseswe look at an animal and see a mirror. The obsession
withputting ourselves at the centre of everything is the bane notonly of theologians but also of zoologists.
I learned the lesson that an animal is an animal, essentiallyand practically removed from us, twice: once with Father andonce with Richard Parker.
It was on a Sunday morning. I was quietly playing on myown. Father called out.
“Children, come here.”Something was wrong. His tone of voice set off a smallalarm bell in my head. I quickly reviewed my conscience. Itwas clear. Ravi must be in trouble again. I wondered what hehad done this time. I
“Ravi, Piscine, I have a very important lesson for you today.””Oh really, is this necessary?” interrupted Mother. Her facewas flushed.
I swallowed. If Mother, normally so unruffled, so calm, wasworried, even upset, it meant we were in serious trouble. Iexchanged glances with Ravi.
walked into the living room. Mother wasthere. That was unusual. The disciplining of children, like thetending of animals, was generally left to Father. Ravi
all over his
Iron Emmett’s lads were well at it in the yard, blunted swords slamming into shields and ringing against one another.
Jon stopped to watch a moment as Horse pressed Hop-Robin back toward the well. Horse had the makings of a
good fighter, he decided. He was strong and getting stronger, and his instincts were sound. Hop-Robin was another tale. His clubfoot was bad enough, but he was
afraid of getting hit as well. Perhaps we can make a steward of him. The fight ended abruptly, with Hop-Robin on the ground.
“Well fought,” Jon said to Horse, “but you drop your shield too low when pressing an attack. You will want to correct that, or it is like to get you killed.”
“Yes, m’lord. I’ll keep it higher next time.” Horse pulled Hop-Robin to his feet, and the smaller boy made a clumsy bow.
A few of Stannis’s knights were sparring on the far side of the yard. King’s men in one corner and queen’s men in another,
Jon did not fail to note, but only a few. It’s too cold for most of them. As he strode past them, a booming voice called after him. “BOY! YOU THERE! BOY!”
Just beyond the ticket booth Father had had painted on awall in bright red letters the question:
DO YOU KNOW WHICH IS THE MOSTDANGEROUS ANIMAL IN THE ZOO?
An arrow pointed to a small curtain. There were so manyeager, curious hands
that pulled at the curtain that we had toreplace it regularly. Behind it was a mirror.
But I learned at my expense that Father believed there wasanother animal even more dangerous than us, and one thatwas extremely common, too,
found on every continent, in everyhabitat: the redoubtable species Animalus anthropomorphicus,the animal as seen through human eyes. We’ve all met
one,perhaps even owned one. It is an animal that is “cute”,”friendly”, “loving”, “devoted”, “merry”, “under-standing”.
Theseanimals lie in
ambush in every
toy store and
They had free folk drifting in most every night, starved half-frozen creatures who had run from the battle beneath the Wall only to crawl back when they realized there was no safe place to run to. “Was the mother questioned?” Jon
asked. Stannis Baratheon had smashed Mance Rayder’s host and made the King-Beyond-the-Wall his captive … but the wildlings were still out there, the Weeper and Tormund Giantsbane and thousands more.
“Aye, m’lord,” said Edd, “but all she knows is that she ran off during the battle and hid in the woods after. We filled her full of porridge, sent her to the pens, and burned the babe.”
Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the
son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen’s men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss
them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. “There is power in a king’s blood,” the old maester had warned, “and better men than Stannis have done
worse things than this.” The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames.
He spoke again. “Some people say God died during thePartition in 1947. He may have died in 1971 during the war.
Or he may have died yesterday here in Pondicherry in anorphanage. That’s what some people say, Pi. When I was yourage, I lived in bed, racked with
polio. I asked myself every day,‘Where is God? Where is God? Where is God?’ God nevercame. It wasn’t God who saved me – it was medicine. Reasonis my
prophet and it tells me that as a watch stops, so wedie. It’s the end. If the watch doesn’t work properly, it must befixed here and now by us. One day we will take hold of themeans of production and there will be justice on
earth.”This was all a bit much for me. The tone was right – lovingand brave – but the details seemed bleak.
I said nothing.
fear of angering
Recently, a Dutch court ruled against a lawsuit by Fujian villagers of China
against Dutch Tibetans for reclaiming the statue of Master Zhang sitting in the body of Buddha, on the grounds that it was unclear whether the villagers’Committee of China had the right to file a lawsuit.
A lot of Chinese people are angry when news of the verdict comes out. This is the logic of robbers. The Buddha is ours. It also says that we have no right to appeal to the law. That’s a wonderful reason.
Maybe some netizens don’t know what happened. One night in December 1995,
the guard of Lin’s ancestral temple in Yangchun Village, Wushan Township,
Datian County, Fujian Province, fell asleep and the ancestor Zhang, who was enshrined in the ancestral temple, disappeared.
Zhang Gongzu, known by villagers in Yangchun Village, Fujian Province as
“the benefactor of Kaishan”, is a Taoist monk. Zhang Gongzu sat down and
became a Buddha. The ancestors of Yangchun Village in Fujian made it into a
body sitting Buddha, which has been enshrined in Lin’s ancestral temple.
In October 2014, the Hungarian Museum
of Natural Science held an exhibition “Mummy World”, where a statue of Chinese Buddhist and monk’s body,
labeled about 1100 A.D., was also displayed.
Some people are surprised to find that this Chinese Buddha statue is very similar to the body treasure of Zhang
Gong-liu Quan, who was stolen in the Song Dynasty in 1995. Moreover, there are some words on the Buddha cushion,
such as “this hall’s general seal of Zhang
this Buddha statue on display is the stolen Buddha statue in Yangchun Village.
So the villagers of Yangchun Village, Wushan Township, Datian County,
Fujian Province, submitted evidence to the Dutch court, saying that the
mummies in the exhibition were the Buddha statues they had lost.
According to Dutch media reports, the owner of the Buddha statue is an
architect in Amsterdam. He said his collection of Buddha statues is indeed very similar to those lost in Yangchun
Village, Fujian Province. However, the Yangchun village Buddha statue in Fujian Province was stolen in October of the Lunar calendar in 1995, and his
collection of Buddha statues was earlier than this time, that is to say, the possibility of the two Buddha statues
being the same is small. However, such collectors claim
that if it can be proved that the
Buddha was the one claimed
stolen by Fujian villages,
he would return the Buddha.