Aha, maybe we have just discovered why the sea turtle is going extinct & it is not global warming. !!!!!!!.... World shame - the coast in COSTA RICA

Please distribute widely. The Turtle eggs are stolen to be sold.

The planet is thankful for the forwarding of this page.

NOTHING LIKE PICTURES TO EXPLAIN AN EXTINCTION

If your brain works normally this is neat.
This is another example of an amazing illusion!!! The last sentence is so true.

If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, the dots will remain only one color, pink. ..............................................read below



However if you stare at the black " +" in the center, the moving dot turns to green.

Now, concentrate on the black " + " in the center of the picture. After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will only see only a single green dot rotating.

It's amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot , and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see.

Share this with all of your friends and amaze them.

FROM AN SR-71 PILOT, Dino Boito.......Very interesting read.....

SR-71 Blackbird




In April 1986, following an attack on American
soldiers in a Berlin disco, President Reagan
ordered the bombing of Muammar Qaddafi's
terrorist camps in Libya .

My duty was to fly over Libya , and take

photographs recording the damage our F-111's

had inflicted.

Qaddafi had established a 'line of death,'

a territorial marking across the Gulf of Sidra ,

swearing to shoot down any intruder, that crossed

the boundary..

On the morning of April 15, I rocketed past the line at 2,125 mph.


I was piloting the SR-71 spy plane, the world's
fastest jet, accompanied by a Marine Major (Walt),
the aircraft's reconnaissance systems officer (RSO).

We had crossed into Libya , and were approaching
our final turn over the bleak desert landscape, when
Walt informed me, that he was receiving missile
launch signals.

I quickly increased our speed, calculating the time

it would take for the weapons, most likely SA-2 and SA-4

surface-to-air missiles, capable of Mach 5 - to reach

our altitude..

I estimated, that we could beat the rocket-powered
missiles to the turn, and stayed our course, betting
our lives on the plane's performance.


After several agonizingly long seconds, we made
the turn and blasted toward the Mediterranean .

'You might want to pull it back,' Walt suggested.

It was then that I noticed I still had the throttles
full forward.

The plane was flying a mile every 1.6 seconds, well

above our Mach 3.2 limit.

It was the fastest we would ever fly.

I pulled the throttles to idle, just south of Sicily ,

but we still overran the refueling tanker, awaiting us

over Gibraltar ....


Scores of significant aircraft have been produced,
in the 100 years of flight, following the achievements
of the Wright brothers, which we celebrate in
December.

Aircraft such as the Boeing 707, the F-86 Sabre Jet,

and the P-51 Mustang, are among the important machines,

that have flown our skies

But the SR-71, also known as the Blackbird, stands alone

as a significant contributor to Cold War victory, and as the

fastest plane ever, and only 93 Air Force pilots, ever steered
the 'sled,' as we called our aircraft.



The SR-71, was the brainchild of Kelly Johnson,
the famed Lockheed designer, who created the
P-38, the F-104 Starfighter, and the U-2.

After the Soviets shot down Gary Powers U-2 in 1960,
Johnson began to develop an aircraft, that would
fly three miles higher, and five times faster, than
the spy plane, and still be capable of photographing
your license plate..

However, flying at 2,000 mph would create intense heat

on the aircraft's skin.

Lockheed engineers used a titanium alloy, to construct

more than 90 percent of the SR-71, creating special tools,

and manufacturing procedures to hand-build each of the

40 planes.

Special heat-resistant fuel, oil, and hydraulic
fluids, that would function at 85,000 feet, and
higher, also had to be developed.


In 1962, the first Blackbird successfully flew, and
in 1966, the same year I graduated from high school,
the Air Force began flying operational SR-71 missions.

I came to the program in 1983, with a sterling record
and a recommendation from my commander,
completing the weeklong interview, and meeting
Walt, my partner for the next four years.

He would ride four feet behind me, working all the

cameras, radios, and electronic jamming equipment.

I joked, that if we were ever captured, he was the spy,

and I was just the driver

He told me to keep the pointy end forward.

We trained for a year, flying out of Beale AFB in
California , Kadena Airbase in Okinawa , and RAF
Mildenhall in England .

On a typical training mission, we would take off near

Sacramento, refuel over Nevada, accelerate into Montana,

obtain a high Mach speed over Colorado , turn right over

New Mexico, speed across the Los Angeles Basin, run up

the West Coast, turn right at Seattle , then return to Beale.

Total flight time:- Two Hours and Forty Minutes.

One day, high above Arizona , we were monitoring
the radio traffic, of all the mortal airplanes below us.

First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers
to check his ground speed. 'Ninety knots,' ATC replied.

A Bonanza soon made the same request.
'One-twenty on the ground,' was the reply.

To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio, with a
ground speed check.

I knew exactly what he was doing.

Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit,

but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley,

know what real speed was, 'Dusty 52, we show you at 620

on the ground,' ATC responded.

The situation was too ripe.

I heard the click of Walt's mike button in the rear seat.

In his most innocent voice, Walt startled the controller

by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet,

clearly above controlled airspace.

In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied,
'Aspen 20, I show you at 1,982 knots on the ground.'

We did not hear another transmission on that
frequency, all the way to the coast.

The Blackbird always showed us something new,
each aircraft possessing its own unique personality.

In time, we realized we were flying a national treasure.

When we taxied out of our revetments for take-off,

people took notice.

Traffic congregated near the airfield fences, because

everyone wanted to see, and hear the mighty SR-71.

You could not be a part of this program, and not come

to love the airplane.

Slowly, she revealed her secrets to us, as we earned

her trust.

One moonless night, while flying a routine training
mission over the Pacific, I wondered what the sky
would look like from 84,000 feet, if the cockpit lighting
were dark.

While heading home on a straight course, I slowly turned

down all of the lighting, reducing the glare and revealing

the night sky.

Within seconds, I turned the lights back up, fearful that the

jet would know, and somehow punish me.

But my desire to see the sky, overruled my caution,

I dimmed the lighting again.

To my amazement, I saw a bright light outside
my window.

As my eyes adjusted to the view, I realized that the

brilliance was the broad expanse of the Milky Way,

now a gleaming stripe across the sky.

Where dark spaces in the sky, had usually existed,

there were now dense clusters, of sparkling stars.

Shooting Stars, flashed across the canvas every
few seconds.

It was like a fireworks display with no sound.

I knew I had to get my eyes back on the instruments,

and reluctantly, I brought my attention back inside.

To my surprise, with the cockpit lighting still off,

I could see every gauge, lit by starlight.

In the plane's mirrors, I could see the eerie shine of
my gold spacesuit, incandescently illuminated, in a
celestial glow.

I stole one last glance out the window.

Despite our speed, we seemed still before the
heavens, humbled in the radiance of a much greater
power.

For those few moments, I felt a part of something far

more significant, than anything we were doing in the plane.

The sharp sound of Walt's voice on the radio, brought me

back to the tasks at hand, as I prepared for our descent.


San Diego Aerospace Museum

The SR-71 was an expensive aircraft to operate.

The most significant cost was tanker support, and
in 1990, confronted with budget cutbacks, the Air
Force retired the SR-71.
?
The SR-71 served six presidents, protecting America
for a quarter of a century.

Un-be-known to most of the country, the plane flew

over North Vietnam , Red China , North Korea , the

Middle East, South Africa , Cuba , Nicaragua , Iran , Libya ,

and the Falkland Islands .

On a weekly basis, the SR-71, kept watch over every

Soviet Nuclear Submarine, and Mobile Missile Site,

and all of their troop movements.

It was a key factor in winning the Cold War.

I am proud to say, I flew about 500 hours in this
aircraft.

I knew her well.

She gave way to no plane, proudly dragging her

Sonic Boom through enemy backyards, with great impunity.

She defeated every missile, outran every MiG, and always

brought us home.

In the first 100 years of manned flight, no aircraft was more

remarkable.
?
The Blackbird had outrun nearly 4,000 missiles,
not once taking a scratch from enemy fire.

On her final flight, the Blackbird, destined for
the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum ,

sped from Los Angeles to Washington
in 64 Minutes, averaging 2,145 mph, and
setting four speed records.

Get it moving! If you can't let someone else do it.

You're holding everything up.

Anger built Saturday at Haiti's US-controlled main airport, where aid flights were still being turned away and poor coordination continued to hamper the relief effort five days on.

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This math test can predict your all time most watched film,

mine was

Forrest Gump
 
Try it out, It realy works!

 Pick a number from 1 - 9.

Multiply by 3.

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Bolivian authorities released this crudely-drawn e-fit of the man believed to have taken part in the murder of a taxi driver in March.

The driver, named by earnest Bolivian newsreaders as Rafael Vargas, was set upon by several people in what police said could be a drugs-related murder - or a crime of passion.

His brother said that a man had come to the family house several months earlier and accused Rafael of having an affair with his wife

 

 'You're going to die and you don't know how,' the man allegedly told Rafael. His body was found in March. He had been stabbed eleven times and then his body had been burnt.

The e-fit was drawn by a woman who lived in the area where Rafael's body was found. She claimed the drawing showed the man who killed the taxi driver and then set his body on fire.

But police efforts may have paid off. They have made at least one arrest in the case, catching a suspect who was then paraded before the cameras.

Bank Robber EATS Evidence, what a numpty it did'nt help because they found a bag of money in his car.

 

He's one of 50 "unsung heroes" published by the national lottery to mark its 15th birthday.

 

Although he made his discovery in the 1930s, it was not until Roads Minister Jim Callaghan ordered their introduction in 1947 that they really took off.

Eventually, there were 400 on every mile of motorway, and more than 20 million across the country.

"He probably single-handedly saved more lives than anyone else, almost," says Sir Bernard Ingham, who acclaimed Shaw in his book, Yorkshire Greats.

"Cat's eyes are such a memorable invention, telling drivers where they are on the road. The world has forgotten his contribution, but he's not forgotten in Halifax, because he was a real character."

Shaw got the idea, says Sir Bernard, when he was stopped from going over a cliff on a foggy night, because he caught the light of the eyes of a cat sitting on a wall.

Can you think of any "unsung heroes" who deserve a dust off and brought back into the limelight for a quick mention?

           If you can then send them in via a comment

And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she had been called Amazon Dot Com.

She said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why doth thou travel far from town to town with thy goods when thou can trade without ever leaving thy tent?"

And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, "How, Dear?"

And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply telling you which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."

Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. The drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever moving from his tent.

But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secret himself inside Abraham's drum and was accused of insider trading. And the young man did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung.

They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Siderites, or NERDS for short.

And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums, that no one noticed that the real riches were going to the drum maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in the land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only with Brother Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.

Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others." And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be known "eBay" he said, "we need a name that reflects what we are," and Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators." "YAHOO", said Abraham.