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...then," she said, "he knew Armageddon was coming. He wanted to be ready, to protect his family." On Tuesday afternoon, Delaney stood on the road leading to Stone's trailer. She pointed to the old Fords on the front lawn. "Jesus is coming back," she said, "and the four horsemen too." Sometime in 2012, she thinks. Nevertheless, she declined to join the Hutaree or any other militia group because, she said, "I don't want my kids involved in that stuff." (See the top 10 inept terrorist plots...
...Kandinsky, the horsemen in Blue Mountain had a symbolic meaning as emblems of expressive freedom. In 1911, when he formed an artists' group with Franz Marc, Alexei Jawlensky and a few other like-minded painters, they called it the Blue Rider. (Blue signified spirituality to him.) And by that year, with his succinctly titled Picture with a Circle, Kandinsky was galloping full speed in the direction of complete abstraction. But for him, abstract images were also representations of a kind, correlatives of spiritual realities. He was an admirer of the Russian mystic Madame Blavatsky, founder of Theosophy, a stew...
...Someone tell her to get some braids and she may have a shot next year. 1. “Chinese Democracy”—17 years and $13 million in the making, Axl Rose’s white whale should have been at least one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. What we expected were the sounds of angels giving birth to devils and devouring one another. What we expected were the sounds of the Aztec city that, after all these years, we were certain was built somewhere in the catacombs of Axl’s skull. What...
...approached and started distractedly unpicking the threads of a knitted woollen cap. Diar introduced "Adam," whose entire family had been cut down in front of him in 2004. Something snapped. Adam was convinced another janjaweed onslaught was imminent, and told me he was getting terrible headaches from the janjaweed horsemen galloping around in his head. He asked if I could give him a lift to his home village. "It's the time of mangoes and guavas," he said. Watching him wander off, Diar told me Adam was obsessed by memories of when he was a boy, when the rains were...
...heap of fur, hair and bleached bones was an ominous sight. We entered a mud-walled, straw-roofed village. Instead of giving the usual smiles and waves, the children ducked away. A few minutes later, we crested a rise in the road and were confronted by nine janjaweed horsemen, rifles over their shoulders, white turbans around their heads. We'd gone before they could react, but we were 100 miles from the Sudanese border inside Chad and their presence on a road in broad daylight showed how invulnerable they felt. Two hours later we were in Iriba, northeastern Chad...