Earlier this week it was revealed that US spy planes are flying above Britain monitoring telephone and computer signals in a bid to track down Jihadi John
But Mr Comey told reporters at the agency’s headquarters he would not reveal the man’s name or his nationality.
Comey did not address whether the U.S. believes the man actually carried out the killings himself.
“Electronic footprints might help us pinpoint the location of the British IS executioner because we believe there are associates of his in the UK who are directly communicating with him.”
— FBI source
The beheadings are not shown in the videos.
In the three videos, the man speaks British-accented English.
He holds a long knife and appears to begin cutting the three men, American journalists James Foley, 40, and Steven Sotloff, 31, as well as British aid worker, David Haines, 44.
The executioner, who has a British accent, is one of four British jihadis known as the ‘Beatles’ holding hostages in Syria.
Today British officials would not say if the identity had been shared with the authorities on London, and would not be drawn on whether any arrests are imminent.
A Home Office spokeswoman said: ‘We won’t be commenting on matters of security at this stage.’
“A source revealed Jihadi John, comes from a South London suburb about 10 miles from Central London.”
Especially when it’s free? Okay, the smoothie’s not free, you gotta make your own. In your own blender. And, you know, buy the ingredients to put in the smoothie. But the book is free.
[Smoothies: the most delicious recipes: Vol IV. for Kindle, by B.M. White — Free download from Amazon]
And while you’re there, browsing Amazon, buy a $30,000 eleventy-million inch flat screen LED TV, or something, it helps support this site! Okay, you don’t have to buy a big flat screen TV, but if you get a book, or CD, or some pants, or a ball point pen, or something, it helps support our high-quality news organization.
In the meantime, be like this guy, drink up!
“In a commercial country, a busy country, time becomes precious, and therefore hospitality is not so much valued. No doubt there is still room for a certain degree of it; and a man has a satisfaction in seeing his friends eating and drinking around him.” — Dr. Samuel Johnson
Ross Betts writes: Doctor Johnson, who lived during only the beginning of the industrial revolution, nevertheless understood what was in store for us as that movement spread to all aspects of life. The diminution of hospitality in all life has now been noted by many authors, from Margaret Visser to Leon Kass to Christine Pohl. Working in a hospital, one is keenly aware of how industrial processes, whether they are imposed through government force or private insurance companies, diminish the possibility of expressing hospitality to the infirm.
The myriad regulations which define the hospital experience diminish hospitality as other goals are advanced. We cannot even use patients’ names in many circumstances for fear of a violation of the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act‘s privacy rules. We cannot sing or laugh too loudly among them for fear of lowering our federally mandated Hospital Consumer Assessment of Healthcare Providers and Systems scores, a metric that Medicare uses to advance “quality.” The hospitals are graded on quietness. HCAHPS scores, together with the satisfaction of mathematical goals with respect to certain diagnoses, constitute the Value Based Purchasing program of Medicare, a program designed to limit payment to hospitals. The law encourages anonymity and silence. Quality managers tell us that silence promotes healing—an evidence-based claim with dubious evidentiary support. Silence, through Medicare rules, also generates better reimbursement, and this is what hospital administrators and boards attend to. Hospitality is thus subordinated to other concerns.
Get ready for another lost weekend, another bout of binge-viewing, here it comes…
THE BACON APOCALYPSE IS HERE
scarletscorchdroppers writes: On Saturday one of my very good friends celebrated her birthday. Now Corinne is a girl who loves a gin and tonic. Infact, I rarely see her in the evenings without a gin being in her hand at some stage during the night. We celebrated her birthday at a bar called Origin on Wyndham Street fittingly, as the name suggests, a bar specializing in gin.
If you’re non-Japanese, and visit Japan, like me, you’ll be charmed by the musical trucks that deliver treats.
Americans have fond associations with ice-cream trucks, and their jingles. How alien it is to find that in Japan, trucks roam the streets, not selling ice cream cones, or snow cones, but things like tofu, laundry poles, or fresh-baked sweet potatoes. “Ishi yaki-Imo”.
Even the laundry-pole-selling trucks have a catchy jingle. But here’s the secret: the sweet potatoes in Japan taste good. Baked in stones, some of them. They have a different texture and flavor than North American sweet potatoes.
Okay, it’s not exactly ice cream. But it is delicious.
This video sample doesn’t have the music I’m familiar with, it’s just a guy’s voice announcing his product. Anyone have a video or audio of the sweet potato song?
And here’s a close-up of the back of what I’m guessing is a typical Japanese Yaki-Imo truck.
…in which the writer explores his relationship with his father, and his relationship with the economic destiny of his generation. The son cites a lot of data, quotes a lot of statistics…
…muses aloud about debt-to-GDP ratio, entitlements, and employment charts…recalls fondly his first ‘bittersweet victory’ winning an argument with his dad, in the fourth grade…confesses to readers about his failure to stop global warming because he neglected to compost his trash…indulges in fanciful descriptions of “snow-capped mountains”, “sun-drizzled lakes”, and the smell of “coppertone and wet dog”, in their “Northwest version of paradise”, is “mildly impressed” when his dad bothers to “mount a defense” when he calls him a “parasite” ….and asks readers to endure what it must feel like to be his father, and listen to this all day…
- Daddy I want you (erkessler.wordpress.com)
- An autobiographical short story by the Mother Mirra Alfassa (auromere.wordpress.com)
- Generational Warfare: (youviewedblog.wordpress.com)
- Father’s Day Gifts That Will Adorn His Home Office (personalcreations.com)
- What do you want to be, Daddy? (trifatherhood.com)