And we’re back! What a two days of systems nightmare. We went down at 7pm on Thursday. No conclusive information on why, we have had traffic volume related outages before, but this was on a more serious and persistent basis. We had to move the database to a new location and restore from backup to recover, we lost a few days articles. Better not speak to me about Fasthosts for a while.
We got access to the databases this morning and took the opportunity to upgrade facilities in the background. We’re on a new incarnation of WordPress and now have Facebook and Twitter integration. Good news is you can link your Celtic Quick News account with your Facebook and/or Twitter accounts, and share information from CQN to your social network timeline.
To do so:
Login to Celtic Quick News.
Cick on your name at the top of the Comments box to access your profile.
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Update your profile.
You will then see a Share link beside your comments.
Should we be Celtic Slow News for today? Here it is:
Rennes 1-1 Celtic.
Hugely important second half performance and Joe Ledley goal.
Your favourite billionaire is getting divorced and has claimed he has no money! Oh dear.
One year on, the SFA are still smoking out religiously offensive correspondents!
The Berlin Wall fell and I hear Elvis is dead.
Have a try at the Facebook and Twitter links and let me know what you think of it. I’m off for a break but will catch up later.
Most importantly, there is a Celtic fan called Andrew who will be walking about Belfast in a daze this weekend. If you see him, but him a beer.
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3% left on the iPad, and some bugger has made off with the recharging cord.
Wee, bro is back from his night out, and also from his year long posting overseas.
The only man to put a rainbow flag, and a USSR flag, up the main flag pole on a USA Army base.
The Yanks are ragin, and are trying to investigate, but my bhoy is home from the Indian Ocean.
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume — good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.
Our good father in Washington–for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north–our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward — the Haidas and Tsimshians — will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man’s God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.
To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors — the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.
Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.
Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.
It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian’s night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man’s trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.
We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Raging after the Killie game – slaughtered the starting eleven.
Anyway, clean slate – 3 points the only target.
Domestic treble and European football – same as it ever was (copyright – David Byrne).
BCC
Who was that?
Hello from a hot and sunny Gold Coast afternoon.
Looking forward to an evening of great televised sport . . .
New Zealand v France
Hearts v Rangers
Man U v Man C
Celtic v Aberdeen
Bring it on.
I know this won’t be popular, but I have to say I have some sympathy with Hearts in their stance against the SFA. We have to move away from this carpetting of managers for criticising a referee’s performance after a game. Unless such criticism is personal and abusive, I see no reason to go down this road. I have read Sergio’s comments about Iain Brines and to me, he has done nothing wrong.
3-0 Celtic tonight.
Hail Hail.
hamiltontim –
Just saw your dreadful news.
My thoughts are with you and your family today.
Take care.
hamiltontim
sorry to hear of your loss
you and yours are in our thoughts at this sad time,
Che
hamiltontim
Condolences my friend, remember the good times.
GOOD MORNING EVERYONE.
While it’s good to have the blog back-time for donations for it’s upkeep,methinks-it’s tempered with the shocking news which HAMILTONTIM received.
Of course,I don’t know the fella,but the efforts he makes to follow the Bhoys,and the kind offers to PARTIZAN mark him down as one of the good guys.
RIP.
Hamiltontim sent me an e-mail during the night.
A few simple words explaining that his dad brought him up to show compassion to others.
I have read it many times.
His dad obviously did a good job.
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I’m the City for the Rugger…. Then the Orcs…. Man Utd Vs City….
Then the Hoops Slaying of the Sheep….
Any News on Sammi or Hooper….
Summa ft LongNightOotCSC
Just leaving for Glasgow, DBBIA – will give you a shout in Celtic Park.
Cylur
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HamiltonTim….
Thoughts and Prayers Buddi….
001Bhoy
Just read back a wee bit and saw hamiltontim’s news.
My thoughts are with you on this very sad occasion.
Curly
I think we all sympathise when somebody is bereaved. Life can be both a joy and a vale of tears and who would have it any other way?
Hooper is, I believe, fit! Jellyfish is out!
Could be a very good day.
I’ll take a draw for the dark-side and a spanking win for us.
Hail hail
Hamiltontim
Sorry to read your sad news
My thoughts are with you and your family
KTF
Ramie
Hamilton Tim
Our thoughts are with you this morning.
Bright, mild morning here in North Ayrshire.
amadeus says:
23 October, 2011 at 08:20
Morning all from a cold and foggy valley, is that confirmed that Hooper is fit, be good to start to get some players back.
I fancy us to win today can’t see past us, a game without keystone cop defending would be a bonus.
Hamilton Tim, best thoughts Mate to you and yours..
SP
Just an idle and no doubt silly thought but if the financial situation for Rangers ultimately led to liquidation with any new Rangers being obliged to apply to enter the Scottish system at its lowest level would it not be more sensible for its long term aims for the new Rangers to apply at the lowest level of the English league system?
Hamiltontim.
Thoughts are with you and your family today
Hamiltontim:
Thoughts and prayers are with you at this sad time…
Hoping for a good confident victory and a claan sheet today. Won’t see anything of the game so will be relying on CQN for updates this afternoon
BT/Oldtim what time are you meeting at queen street ?
give me a call
Good morning Celtic friends.
Thoughts with Hamiltontim.
Rugby World Cup final ready to start.
Can’t see past the All Blacks.
Great drama. And they haven’t started yet.
Have your say whether Celtic should/should not vote to keep a Newco Rangers FC 2012 in SPL in the event they incur a liquidation event that sees existing Rangers die.
Have your say – Should/Shouldn’t Celtic vote to allow Rangers FC 2012 stay in SPL if the current Rangers FC incur an insolvency event that kills of existing Rangers FC?
Good luck to the All Blacks. Hopefully my nieces are celebrating in 80 minutes.
MWD
hamiltontim
Thoughts and condolences are with you and yours
YNWA
Terrific pre match entertainment for the Rugby world cup
Come ahead ya bam yer teas oot brillant
With family in NZ got a cousin whose is married to a Maori
So Its NZ for me over the auld alliance
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Mon The Hoops…. Do the Haka….
Summa ft AllBlackHoopsCSC
The ole Haka makes the Huddle look pretty naff.
Anyways, three points for the ole Hoops today.
Condolences to Hamilton tim on his very sad news.
HT
god bless your father, thanks for the pep talk yesterday you are a gent…
BT
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Sammi would be a Superb Rugger Player…. Never Passes Forward….
Summa ft NegativeGearingCSC
@ starry – grim weather here as ever
I may have jumped the gun with Hooper, he might not be fit after all. We should still have enough for the sheep to chew on.
I note some talk about us helping the huns in some way.
The only assistance that I would sanction is that if we help them with their new post-administration name.
My suggestion would be “The Servile Subjects of Satan”
Catchy, huh!
Morning all from a subdued North Ayrshire. It feels like the calm before the storm. More wild weather on the way???
Let’s hope we get the 3 points, are entertained and they go to the wall asap.
danso_1888 says:
23 October, 2011 at 01:42
Can’t see that getting any air time on our free and balanced media. China who has built dams, roads, schools, hospitals and other infrastructure projects in Africa is also a target of the wests campaign, by denying them resources and trade their foreign policy had fairly built up with various African countries.
Our country and their pals send missiles,bombs,drones and death, cheered on by our free media.
HH
The hun ship is heading full-steam for the rocks and they have a bam at the tiller!
Merry Christmas huns!