Delhi’s premier entertainment centre for the entire family. Located on comfortable 5 acres on the pretty river Yamuna waterfront near the Okhla barrage, it is the perfect spot for family fun for those residing in Delhi, NOIDA and Faridabad. With Delhi metro station of Apollo hospital just ten minutes away, your day of splashes and waves has never been so accessible. Come one, come all and enjoy the water park with its many attractions and get bedazzled. We have something for everyone; hence it is truly a family fun zone. Even if you don’t know how to swim, no worries, you can still partake in the fun and the frolic.
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It's not unlike Six Flags, only with guns (and real flags). What would you get if you were able to mix with both a Civil War battle reenactment and Disneyland, and then translated the whole thing into Chinese? At the Eighth Route Army Culture Park in Shanxi province, named after the Communist military unit that fought behind Japanese lines in the 1940s, visitors can dress up as either Chinese or Japanese troops and pretend to blast away at each other with toy guns.
Complete with staffers who play out scenes of Japanese oppression for the patriotic benefit of Chinese onlookers, the theme park is also equipped with a shooting-gallery attraction that takes would-be soldiers through a model village populated with fake targets, as well as trenches where tourists do battle in live-action role-playing games. The park cost the local government about $80 million to put together. At a time when anti-Japanese sentiment is running high in China over the two countries' island dispute in the East China Sea, the theme park seems to have hit on a timely business opportunity. Visitors use toy weapons to shoot at pictures of Japanese military soldiers.
(Jason Lee/Reuters) A boy dressed as a Japanese military soldier runs in a trench during a live-action role-playing scenario based on the computer game, 'Stalker.' (Jason Lee/Reuters) A man dressed as an Eighth Route Army soldier checks his toy weapons before a game. (Jason Lee/Reuters) Pictures of Japanese military soldiers are displayed as targets. (Jason Lee/Reuters) A boy dressed as an Eighth Route Army soldier aims down the sights of his toy gun during a live-action role-playing game. (Jason Lee/Reuters) A man dressed in Japanese gear pretends to fire his weapon at Chinese troops. (Jason Lee/Reuters) An actor dressed as a Japanese military officer performs during a show. (Jason Lee/Reuters) Actors' performances at the Eighth Route Army Culture Park can involve elaborate visual effects.
(Jason Lee/Reuters) An actor dressed as a Japanese military officer pretends to kill a man dressed as a plainclothes Eighth Route Army soldier. (Jason Lee/Reuters) Actors dressed in Japanese gear pretend to shoot a man during a live-action performance. (Jason Lee/Reuters) Staffers dressed as Eighth Route Army soldiers stand near toy weapons.
Serial number incredimail 2 50. (Jason Lee/Reuters) Wooden guns are placed next to portraits of late Chairman Mao Zedong, right, and late commander-in-chief Zhu De. (Jason Lee/Reuters) A woman dressed as a Japanese soldier walks in a trench during a live-action role-playing scenario. (Jason Lee/Reuters) A woman dressed in Japanese gear pretends to fire her toy gun at Chinese soldiers. (Jason Lee/Reuters) Performers wave large red flags during a large scale live-action show.
(Jason Lee/Reuters) Local villagers dressed as Eighth Route Army soldiers march during a large-scale show. (Jason Lee/Reuters) A man sits next to a sculpture of soldiers and local residents outside the Eighth Route Army Culture Park. (Jason Lee/Reuters). The women of the 2018 Golden Globes collectively wore black. On the red carpet, many of them brought as their dates not husbands and partners, but activists for gender and racial equality. They talked about endemic sexual harassment in America and a sea change sparked by industry-shattering stories from The New York Times and The New Yorker about the abuse perpetrated for decades by Harvey Weinstein.
The men of the Golden Globes wore (some of them) Time’s Up pins. On the red carpet, they were asked less about Weinstein and #MeToo than about their work. They when the actress Natalie Portman emphasized the “all-male” directing nominees in film. Accepting their awards, they thanked their mothers, their wives (in their wives and their girlfriends), their agents, the nation of Italy for its great food. The composer Alexandre Desplat observed that this award was a different color to the previous one he’d claimed. But, facing a sea of women wearing black, not one of the dozen-plus men who received an award seemed particularly compelled to note that anything about the night was different. For the men of the Golden Globes—with the exception of the host, Seth Meyers, who delivered a series of jokes skewering Weinstein—it was business as usual.
The first time I laid eyes on Stephen Miller was in October 2005, in a dingy conference room at Duke University. Miller’s Students For Academic Freedom had organized a discussion, with the campus chapter of the ACLU,. Miller came in a suit and tie; his primary interlocutor was the literary theorist Michael Hardt, who sauntered in wearing jeans and rumpled hair. Miller came with carefully prepared talking points and his now-trademark stentorian diction. Hardt refused to take him seriously, and casually dismantled his arguments for regulating politics in the classroom. It was, to the audience that had gathered, a rout. I thought about that debate on Sunday, when Miller, now a senior adviser to the president, opposite Jake Tapper to discuss Michael Wolff’s Fire and Fury.
The debate ended with the host cutting Miller off, saying, “I think I’ve wasted enough of my viewers’ time. Thank you, Stephen,” and Miller. Miller’s debate tactics haven’t changed in the last 12 years: Come with a few talking points. Accuse your opponents of bad faith and deliver ad hominem attacks.
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Shout over your opponent to make a point. But while the consensus was that Tapper destroyed Miller, I’m not convinced. Miller’s old tactics have finally found a forum and audience in which they can thrive, and he seems to have achieved exactly what he wanted from this interview. If he seems silly to many progressives and some conservatives, that’s never bothered him in the past. The revolution will perhaps be televised after all, with specials on, and maybe a splashy spread in O, The Oprah Magazine, too. The idea that Oprah might someday wish to become President Winfrey is not new, and her name has circulated at various times in the past, enough that by summer 2017, the impresario, “I will never run for public office.
That’s a pretty definitive thing.” But how definitive? Sunday night, Oprah gave a moving speech while accepting a Golden Globe Award for lifetime achievement, speaking about women and especially women of color. The remarks won instant praise and pleas for a presidential run. “She would absolutely do it,” her partner Steadman Graham. By Monday morning, Brian Stelter that Winfrey is “actively thinking” about running for president, and that confidants were encouraging her to run. I’ve never met or interviewed Donald Trump, though like most of the world I feel amply exposed to his outlooks and styles of expression. So I can’t say whether, in person, he somehow conveys the edge, the sparkle, the ability to connect, the layers of meaning that we usually associate with both emotional and analytical intelligence.
But I have had the chance over the years to meet and interview a large sampling of people whom the world views the way Trump views himself. That is, according to this morning’s dispatches, as “like, really smart,” and “genius.” In current circumstances it’s relevant to mention what I’ve learned this way.Actually, throughout my life, my two greatest assets have been mental stability and being, like, really smart. Crooked Hillary Clinton also played these cards very hard and, as everyone knows, went down in flames. I went from VERY successful businessman, to top T.V. Trump (@realDonaldTrump).
Love him or hate him, Michael Wolff, author of the dishy new Trump tell-all, Fire and Fury, is a good sport. Thirteen years ago, after Wolff won his second National Magazine Award, I wrote that was not especially flattering. In addition to deeming Wolff a mediocre political commentator, the piece noted that his journalistic m.o.
Was unorthodox. He burned sources, busted embargoes, was less-than-meticulous about details, and had a penchant for gilding his actual reporting with colorful bits of what he imagined had happened in certain situations. He didn’t try to pass fiction off as fact so much as he wove both together in a swirl of style, substance, and snark. (Wolff has always been more about painting entertaining, impressionistic portraits than about sweating the nitty-gritty.) His flagrant disdain for journalistic conventions is a key reason Wolff has long been controversial among, and even loathed by, much of the Fourth Estate. Before the news cycle—and the president himself—got consumed with the Donald Trump made a good foreign policy decision, albeit seemingly in haste. The administration announced it was suspending security assistance to Pakistan, on the grounds that the country is continuing to arm, assist, fund, and provide sanctuary to a wide array of Islamist militant groups that are murdering U.S. Troops and their allies in Afghanistan.
Well-placed sources involved with calculating the relevant funds have told me that this was not a planned policy and took the other agencies, not to mention the Pakistanis, by complete surprise. Rather it was an ex post facto response to Trump’s. The first thought that comes to mind staring at the photograph above is: This has got to be fake. The B-2 stealth bomber looks practically pasted onto the field. The flag is unfurled just so.
The angle feels almost impossible, shot directly down from above. And yet, it’s real, the product of lots of planning, some tricky flying, and the luck of the moment. The photographer, Mark Holtzman, has been flying his Cessna 206 around taking aerial images for years, since before the digital-photography days, and he’s developed his technique for just this sort of shot.
“The plane is my tripod, and it is a moving tripod,” he told me. In fact, the way he took this photograph was literally half-hanging out the window of his plane, his Canon 5D Mark III fitted with a 70–200 mm lens, working the rudder pedals on his craft to put himself in position to fly right over the bomber, as it approached at 200 miles per hour from the opposite direction. Here is the news: Logan Paul, a social-media star with, recently visited Aokigahara, a dense forest known as the “Sea of Trees” on the northwestern side of Mount Fuji. Aokigahara is beautiful, but also infamous; for at least a half-century, it has been a popular destination. Soon after entering the forest, Paul encountered a man’s dead body, apparently killed by suicide, and he made it the centerpiece of a nervous video, apparently intended to be humorous, that he posted to YouTube on December 31.
“Yo, are you alive?” Paul shouts at the body, early in the video. “Are you fucking with us?” The 15-minute video was taken down Tuesday. Since its posting, the familiar cycle of Horrific Internet Content has played out: scathing criticism from all sides; the deletion of the video from YouTube, an apology from Paul (defensive, in writing); a second apology from Paul (tearful, on camera); and finally a comment from YouTube.
It would all feel routine if not for the macabre video at the center, which highlights the lack of oversight in the online fame machine. When Travis Busch graduated from high school in Jefferson, Iowa, in 1999, he followed many of his classmates on the well-plotted and well-trod path to college. Busch took classes at Iowa Central Community College during the day and worked part-time at night on the floor of a local factory that made stock tanks for horse and cattle farms.
But after a year and a half in college, he dropped out to work full time. “I didn’t want to go to college in the first place,” he said. “I was already making money. I didn’t see why I needed it.” Fast-forward to January 2017. The factory where Busch worked was sold to a company that moved its operations to Kentucky and laid off the workers in Iowa.
Before he lost his job, Busch met with local workforce officials who presented him three options: apply for an apprenticeship, go back to college, or try his luck on the job market with only a high-school diploma.