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Buzz Feed
2 days ago
- Politics
- Buzz Feed
This Scottish Protesters' Simple Words About Donald Trump Are Going Viral
Well, well, well, here we are again with some Scottish people talking about Donald Trump. In case you didn't know, there were some protests with some very interesting signs. Like this: This: And this: "You know, America was our ally for so long. We relied on America so much. Now, it's an embarrassment," she says. "I don't know, it's very, very tricky. I think politically, yes, we've got to play nice. But on the other hand, if we condone his behavior, what message are we sending out to the world?" People in the replies are, like, "Yup." "The sadness & disappointment in this lady's voice says much," one person pointed out. Another person wrote, "They aren't wrong. Trump did a good job embarrassing us when he cried about Windmills for the 3000th time." And this American asked, "If you think you're embarrassed, what do you think those of us who are sane over here feel."
West Australian
25-06-2025
- Business
- West Australian
Reedy Lagoon pinpoints gold targets at Central Wheatbelt project
Reedy Lagoon has pinpointed eight priority targets for drilling at its Burracoppin gold project in Western Australia's Central Wheatbelt. The targets span four prospects, allowing the company to leverage detailed magnetic data and recent extensive soil sampling ahead of a planned reverse circulation drilling program slated for later this year. Burracoppin sits along the extensive Yandina shear zone, just 20km from the prolific Edna May gold mine. The project covers 241 square kilometres with about 30km strike length of gold-prospective shear. The shear includes four of Reedy's prospects - Lady Janet, Windmills, Shear Luck and Zebra. The company says that by integrating geophysical surveys with fine-fraction soil sampling, it has pinpointed zones where gold anomalies align with interpreted geological structures, boosting confidence in the project's potential to host significant gold mineralisation. Reedy has identified two key targets at Lady Janet, building on historical workings from the early 1900s. One target features an 800-metre-long gold anomaly overlying an interpreted mafic unit and shear zone. The anomaly extends over a 1km strike and features a historic whiff from drilling of 1m at 1.7 grams per tonne (g/t). At Windmills, the company says it has delineated two 500m-long targets to the north and south along a northeast-trending structure spanning more than 2km. Reedy believes a tight correlation between gold-in-soil anomalies and geophysical structures at Windmills makes its two priority targets well-primed for drilling to test their bedrock potential. The Zebra prospect, about 4km east of the Yandina shear zone, hosts three high-confidence targets, each with a featured gold anomaly. Along with its Shear Luck prospect, the company believes that pathfinder antimony could point towards a potential exploration kicker, given antimony prices are at all-time highs. Burracoppin benefits from its prime location, midway between Perth and Kalgoorlie on the Great Eastern Highway, in a region renowned for gold production. The Edna May mine, 20km northeast, has produced more than 1 million ounces of gold, while the Tampia mine lies 60km in the opposite direction. The project's 30km shear zone is largely underexplored, offering Reedy a rare opportunity to uncover exciting new greenfield gold deposits. The company says it is preparing for a maiden reverse circulation drilling program to test its eight new targets, as soon as funding, heritage surveys, access agreements and drill permits are finalised. It is actively maintaining its Burracoppin iron project on the same tenure, while exploration at its magnetite deposit will take a back seat as Reedy waits for more favourable market conditions and a stronger iron ore price. With gold prices trading near historic highs, Reedy Lagoon's Burracoppin project is well-positioned to capitalise on a WA gold boom. The identification of eight drill-ready targets, backed by rigorous geophysical and geochemical data, marks a turning point for the company as it becomes a fully fledged greenfields gold explorer. Is your ASX-listed company doing something interesting? Contact:
Khaleej Times
12-06-2025
- Entertainment
- Khaleej Times
Life's Like That: The perils of perfection in conversations
Am I planting a bomb under my own feet? Looks like, but I thought I should share this story because it's unbelievable how the human mind works. Is it an unwritten chapter wrenched from my own life or something 'forwarded many times' on WhatsApp? Let me have the right to be tightlipped on the source for the sake of my mental and physical wellbeing. But before you jump the gun, let it be clear that I'm assuming the role of the chief protagonist to make the narrative as intense as possible. And this story is about the perils of perfection and the pain of immortalising love. She and I were good friends, not very long ago. Maybe still, but more than — or less than — just friends at the moment. As in any relation, conversations were hectic and intense in the beginning, but not so frequent midway and finally tapered to the level of 'good morning', 'good night' and 'sorry, busy'. Finally, the desire to meet up and binge on craft beer at Windmills outside Kempegowda died out like a can of tonic water that has lost its fizz after the expiry date. After several months, we left like a couple on their way back from a Swiss honeymoon, beaten high and dry by the wuthering heights of an alpine of merriment and chapped lips not moistened by lip locks anymore. On our lacklustre journey together, we were strangers at times, an estranged couple waiting for the final hearing in their divorce case at others, and occasionally like two long-lost soulmates yearning for a reunion. Then on a not-so-fine morning — after months of cold-shouldering each other— abuses started to fly, not exactly an exchange of fire, but a one-way trade. She was always on the boil, finding fault with whatever I did to keep her comfortable. Every feel-good message was met with a volley of words that teetered on abuses. 'Sorry, I cannot keep replying to your messages,' she said. 'This cannot be a full-time job.' 'No issues, take care and your time,' I replied. 'Did you send me a message past midnight? Didn't I tell you I sleep with my mum? You are becoming a pain,' she asked the other day. 'Did I? I am so sorry.' I knew it needs two hands to clap so silence was golden at times like this. Yet on another occasion, she said: 'How could you do this to me? You are questioning my morality and integrity. John and I have been childhood friends so going for a movie with him shouldn't be giving you a heartburn. Are you stalking me?' She literally exploded on the chat. 'But I only said I was also free. John has been my friend too ever since we met.' 'Haven't you heard three is a crowd,' she shot back. 'Listen, I don't put all the eggs in a single basket. Different people in my life have different levels of freedom. I won't want anyone to question my integrity.' She seemed to be furious. 'It's my life and I live it the way I want to.' Insensitive, upcountry boor, patriarchist, Casanova, male chauvinist, misogynist were some of the less serious charges thrown randomly at me. She indulged in all sorts of whataboutery to shout me down. But why should I give room for anyone to question my integrity? She isn't my life partner. Not yet. Moreover, I never gatecrashed into her life. It was she who knocked on the Messenger. I was cosy and peaceful in my little cocoon, never compromising on the tranquility that prevailed in my life. I was aghast at the pile of toxin gathering in our relationship. It was no more the little frets and fumes commonplace in every relationship. The ills were already metastatic. They showed up in every cell of our souls. Call it quits? I still maintained calm, hoping to salvage an otherwise beautiful relationship. It's possible she has internal struggles, family issues, a faltering relationship. 'Calm down, everything will be alright,' I kept saying. 'How dare you call my dad a cheapskate for not offering tea when you gatecrashed the other day? You weren't there for more than a minute. We aren't running a juice shop to produce things at someone's beck and call.' Did I call him a cheapskate? Never. I only mentioned they had a room with a view and I wouldn't mind having a cup of coffee there. Enough of the filth. Do I deserve to be out in the cold with a hailstorm battering me all around? Why am I being punished for no reason of mine? Who is she to push me around and what's her intent? I thought it was time to part ways. If ever a reunion happened, it would take a lifetime to clear up all the accumulated filth. After months of unsettling silence, we met on a hilltop on my request, away from all prying eyes. 'How have you been?' I asked politely, staring straight into her eyes. 'I have been so caring, loving and understanding. Why did you still hate me?' 'I never hated you,' she said, looking at the slanting sun. 'I was afraid I was falling in love with you. Madly, and frighteningly mad. I did all this so you would hate me forever and go away,' she said, her lazy curls flying in the wind and eyes welling up. 'But why?' 'It was so overwhelming. Your love, your care, your perfectness, your integrity, your loyalty all belittles me. I was sure I wouldn't be able to return them in the same coin. There were times when I so desperately wished to be shouted at by you.' 'Twenty-four carat is too fragile to make ornaments. Why are you so complete?' 'Besides, I have commitments to my parents to keep.' She sobbed into her palm as she began to walk down the hill. The sun setting in the russet sky beyond the golden fields was so perfectly beautiful to behold.
