44 Die in Wedding Attack Slaughter in Turkey
Forty-four people were killed Monday during an attack on a wedding party in Turkey's southeastern Mardin province.
According to the Turkish authorities, the casualties, which included the bride and groom, were slain while many of them were praying, CNN reported.
Three others were injured and eight people were detained in the attack sparked by a feud between families, Interior Minister of Turkey, Besir Atalay, said.
The assailants attacked the party in the small village of Bilge with bombs and automatic weapons, according to the Cihan news agency.
With only 32 households in the village there were too many victims to fit into the local morgue, authorities said. Some of the victims had the same last name, Celebi, as the suspects who were detained, Atalay added.
The bride, Sevgi Celebi, and groom, Habip Ari, both died in the attack, Turkey's semi-official news agency, Anatolian Agency, reported.
The chief and the former chief of the village were among those killed in the attack, the agency added.
Police have blocked access to the village while they conduct their investigation.
Mardin Mayor, Besir Ayanoglu, told Turkish television network NTV that the incident was not terror related.
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"What I look like, what color my eyes are, what color my underwear is, are simply not in the realm of things you need to know."
Au, come on now, gorgeous specimens of American manhood like you and Viking? Of course I need to know.
Think about it, showing me a photo of you may be the best way to get me to dump you. That's what you want, isn't it? When I see how old and ugly you are, I will feel sorry for you and never bother you again.
But you don't really want this to happen, you want me to keep bothering you, because you like the attention. You are so flattered that a woman like me is smitten with a shriveled up old creature like you. You want to maintain my illusion as long as possible, don't you?
I am neither desperate nor secretive; I just want you out of my life and minding your own business. What I look like, what color my eyes are, what color my underwear is, are simply not in the realm of things you need to know.
You just don't know when to quit, and all you're doing is worsening your image.
I want nothing to do with you, and the sooner the better.
Or, as someone once put it, "Go to hell, go directly to hell, do not pass Go and do not collect $200".
"You're a rude, crude, filthy-minded wench, and have no place in my society."
What society is that? The society of extraordinary gentlemen? The brotherhood of deep water? The brotherhood of the saints? Pfeu....I wouldn't be caught dead in one of your societies.
"And Bulerican knows my feelings and respects them. He won't make a move to get you your picture. He knows I don't want you to have it, and he's too much of a gentleman to contravene that."
Why are you so desperately secretive? You reek of desperation. Are you really ugly and you don't want us to know it? I want the chance to make fun of your appearance just like you have done to me. What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
Meh..........you are not real, you are just a mess of electrones. No one on this forum has ever seen you or even a photo of you.
"Not in the least. You are not a real person, "
That's where you're wrong, dead wrong- I am a real person, with real feelings, and you've trampled all over them with your silly carryings-on. You've been insulting, intrusive, offensive, and I'm having an awful time forgiving you for what you did with the Chruch, about as offensive as it's possible to get.
So no, you don't have the poverbial snowball's chance in hell of me loving you. You're a rude, crude, filthy-minded wench, and have no place in my society.
So just give it a rest. Go someplace else to play your silly game.
And Bulerican knows my feelings and respects them. He won't make a move to get you your picture. He knows I don't want you to have it, and he's too much of a gentleman to contravene that.
"Does it matter at all to you that I DON'T WANT TO PLAY?"
Not in the least. You are not a real person, you are just a voice in cyberspace until I have seen a photo of you and am certain that you exist. How do I know all the things you say are true and you are not lying and misrepresenting yourself? Cyberspace is full of fake characters, no offense to you, but there is almost NO reality in cyberspace. Just by posting on this forum you are playing.
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill!!!!!!!!!!
"Bill bashing seems to be this years "fun thing"."
You are SO clueless! You just don't get it! We love you and we are playing with you. If the Witch and I wanted to bash you, you would feel it, believe you me. We are just flirting with you, sort of like pulling your pig tails in the play ground. We love you, silly Billy! At least I do.
As we discussed this morning, Bill was (is?) a big fan of rub and tugs, escort services, and grabbing the ass of former secretary Miss Bullfrog. But apparently all those hours logged on the massage table, seeing what "Ladies of Discretion" had to offer, and telling Miss Bullfrog how good she looked while typing letters, were an elaborate displacement defense mechanism by Billy-boy, unable to sate his and (and Little Billy's) true desire.
Apparently, while Miss Bullfrog's ass was nice, what Big (and Little) Bill really wanted was Miss Cow. The Billster would make special visits to the pasture under the express purpose of flirting with her to no avail. Bill was presumably heart-broken when Miss Cow got married, after which Billy spent considerably less time in the pasture.
"The cows also don't wear any clothes, the tramps.
I think Bill is hinting at something with that."
You think? Meh.......I will be in deep water (again) with Bill if I start insinuating myself on him naked. He doesn't even like me with my clothes on, for Heaven's sake! How is he going to like me naked? Perish the thought!