The war
on terror never stops.
Not exact matches
Following the Manchester bombing earlier that week, Trump reiterated his stance
on combating
terror threats with the other members of NATO, saying the U.S. would
never stop fighting terrorism.
Like the weary sailor, the refugee from wreck and storm, who escapes half «dead, and then, in
terror, shudders with dread at the very mention of the name of the «sea»; who swears he'll
never sail again, who raves he'll stay home, even
on the calmest days, but then, in time, forgets his fearful ways, and seeks, again, his fortune above the waves; I, too, have barely escaped the storms that revolve around you, my love, traveling far away, vowing to avoid another catastrophe, but I can't; the thought of you breaks my resolve, and so, I return to where,
on that fateful day, Inearly drowned in your tempestuous sea.
This was
never a war
on terror....
And when he said my name, the team told me later they had
never seen such
terror on a person's face.
God, they argued, will not `' pervert justice»; (Job 8:3) he
never will «cast away a perfect man,» nor «uphold the evildoers»; (Job 8:20) the wicked man, therefore, «travaileth with pain all his days,» (Job 15:20)
terrors «chase him at his heels,» (Job 18:11) and any triumph he may have «is short»; (Job 20:5) the just God allows trouble to fall exclusively
on evil men, so that all trouble reveals the precedent wickedness of the sufferer, and to an afflicted person like Job the proper message is, «God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth.»
Although he is the affirmation of all that is, yet the
terror of the infinite and mysterious, and the grim realities of evil, guilt, and death are camouflaged by the formula me
on, but
never really overcome.
Robert Jackson blamed the
never ending controversy over Ghana's decision to accept the two Yemini
terror suspects
on a dearth of accurate information.
And his success stirs the
terror felt by all daily journalists - that, tyrannised by one deadline after another, our work appears
on cue but
never endures.
A 2005 film would focus
on the fact that V, who - like Dredd, his opposite - is
never seen without his mask, was a terrorist and used it to chime with the «war
on terror» narrative of the day.
On the contrary, they are a warning to step back and vote against yet another ill - fated twist in the never - ending war on terror.&raqu
On the contrary, they are a warning to step back and vote against yet another ill - fated twist in the
never - ending war
on terror.&raqu
on terror.»
The speech contained an attack
on David Cameron that will resonate with many of the Tory leader's internal opponents, a compelling defence of his role in the post 9/11 war
on terror and some very funny lines - he joked that he knew, at least, that his wife would
never run off with the bloke next door.
«We and all New Yorkers should
never forget the
terror FALN inflicted
on our city and the lack of leadership exhibited by Mayor de Blasio and Council Speaker Viverito.»
Former Chief of Army Staff, Lt. General Kenneth Minimah was the brain behind the battle cry acronym «
Never Again» in the Boko Haram terrorism narrative in Nigeria following the reinvigorated approach of the Nigerian military to the war
on terror which enabled the army he commanded to bounce back -LSB-...]
Yet again forcing the families of these three men, who went to work
on Oct. 20, 1981 and
never came home, to relive the
terror and tragedy of the past.
Anxiety, digestive issues, thyroid, adrenal... I have
never suffered from anxiety
on a regular basis, but have had occasional occurrences of night
terrors / panic attacks.
But
on the other hand, I also know that the
terror should
never leave us feeling helpless and not able to go
on with our lives.
The movie
never really digs into the
terror of isolation or the desolate beauty of life
on Mars — there's hardly a single memorable image in the whole thing, and generally serves as a prime example of how director Ridley Scott is more polished journeyman than top - tier visionary.
I wanted it to be with the rise of the war in Iraq and Afghanistan and this international
never - ending war
on terror combined with this continuing erosion of the middle class, particularly in America.
But even as the revelations pile up and the screws tighten and you start to sense that
terror and violence are inevitable, the movie
never loses grip
on what it's about; this is a rare commercial film in which every scene, sequence, composition and line deepens the screenplay's themes — which means that when the bloody ending arrives, it seems less predictable than inevitable and right, as in myths, legends and Bible stories.
Whether he's screaming in
terror at the Polaroid image of a woman breast - feeding her child, or reacting in micro-expressions at the sight of hard - ass cop Josh Brolin sucking
on a popsicle like it's an enormous penis, Phoenix is
never less than delightful.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the supermarket, you're face to face with
terror so bold, so frightening it has
never been seen
on - screen before or since (not until the sequel, anyway).
This would - be satire presumably had something to say about the hot mess that is the War
on Terror, but between Brad Pitt's
never - not - pulling - a-face performance and the screenplay's heavy - handed and excessively narrated attempts at political insight, the results were an unfunny mess that wasted a stellar cast.
The
terror comes from
never knowing where or when the danger will come in a world that,
on the surface, looks perfectly normal.
On top of that, the film doesn't skimp on the general nastiness, with generous helpings of gore and a handful of decent shock moments, although it never comes close to the visceral terror of Hooper's classi
On top of that, the film doesn't skimp
on the general nastiness, with generous helpings of gore and a handful of decent shock moments, although it never comes close to the visceral terror of Hooper's classi
on the general nastiness, with generous helpings of gore and a handful of decent shock moments, although it
never comes close to the visceral
terror of Hooper's classic.
The script spends a lot of time alluding to Jones past reign of
terror, while we
never actually see what he did in Paris, Cooper's animal like display of rage
on the restaurants opening night is all you need.
Mahmoud knows he will «
never forget that feeling of paralyzing
terror, of powerlessness» in the face of death and humiliation as he bravely soldiers
on to Europe.
Four tales of
terror from the world of Anno Zombus.Alive: Another account of the infamous New Year's Eve party.Blazing Fall: A hitman, professional assassin, seeking redemption in his final moments.True Love
Never Dies: Unrequited love, is there anything more horrifying?Cop, Killer: A police officer
on the run
on New Year's Eve, coming to terms with the risen Dead...
The next time your 3 year old granddaughter wakes in
terror from a nightmare calling your dad who has a flock of 30 chickens, cruel and a murderer she
never wants to see again — you have HSUS to thank and its massive indoctrination programs carried out in schools most parents aren't even aware goes
on.
Scattered around the environments are things to find which quickly fill you in
on the back story which explains how the world was aware of Dracula's existence and the
terror he wrought, and makes for some fascinating reading, but as for the Prince of Darkness himself he seems perfectly at ease in this technological world, indicating that he must have ventured forth from his lair at some point, but it's
never explained when or even why.
On the color black: «Black was
never a color of death or
terror for me.
«But like the war
on drugs, the war
on terror will
never end.»
Virtually all of the extensions to be found in the Patriot Act were extensions of authorities that were used
on a regular basis against other kinds of criminals, but the authority had
never been made available for the surveillance of and detection of and monitoring of people involved in the
terror community.
Oh, and my brain retains snapshots from infants school — learning to sing «Frere Jacques», poking around in drains for coins to buy 6 - cent packets of Chickadees from the canteen, being mortified about not pronouncing «choir» correctly during a reading test with the principal (couldn't understand why it wasn't choy - er), sitting
on painted circles drinking warm milk out of glass bottles for morning tea, hiding my bananas behind the sink in the classroom because someone called me a monkey, sliding down a pole and injuring myself in an intimate area with a sharp bolt, blood
on my undies,
terror about the damage I might have caused down there,
never telling a soul until now...