U.S. religious commission calls for China to release Panchen Lama

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Gedhun Choekyi Nyima is shown in an undated photograph from the Dalai Lama’s New Delhi office. He was selected to become the 11th Panchen Lama, second most revered Tibetan religious figure after the Dalai Lama. (AP Photo/ho) **FILE** more >

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By Christopher Vondracek

The Washington Times

Friday, April 24, 2020

A boy believed to be holy and imprisoned a quarter-century ago at the age of 6 by Chinese authorities should be released, if he is still alive, said the U.S. Commission on International Religious Freedom on Friday.

“Saturday, April 25 will be Panchen Gedhun Choekyi Nyima’s 31st birthday,” said Tenzin Dorjee, a USCIRF Commissioner and professor in the Department of Human Communication Studies at California State University, Fullerton. “Unfortunately, Gedhun’s tragic plight represents the struggles of millions of Chinese believers to practice their faith in the face of an unprecedented crackdown.”

Three days after the Dalai Lama chose the six-year-old Gedhun to be the 11th Panchen Lama, believed to be the most-important spiritual authority in Tibetan Buddhism, Chinese authorities kidnapped him and his family. He has not been heard from or seen since.

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Last week, a member of the Belgian Federal Parliament also issued a statement calling for the release of the Panchen Lama. Last year, a forensic artist produced an age-progression image based on the only known photograph of Gedhun taken for his 30th birthday.

The USCIRF is an independent and bipartisan commission of the federal government, making policy recommendations to the president, the Secretary of State, and Congress.

Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On Fallon Tonight) (Live)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

M.I.A – P.O.W.A lyrics

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama

Throw up my hands I say I’m not Dalai Lama
Throw up my hands say I’m not Obama

I’m not Osama
Monsanto farmer
I don’t drink no soda
I believe in Karma
They try to shut me down
I’ve still got the power
They try to hate me
But I still be that lover

I know my mind
In me I’m gonna find
This is my time
And I’m searching for the signs
Throw up my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Tower

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama

You know me I don’t watch TV
People watching me are only gonna see
I’m not your enemy FBI checking me
Curbing my money but that don’t bother me

I’m much tougher
I don’t need the buffer
I keep it light
Keep my head out the gutter

I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma show you how

Put your hands up
Put your middle fingers in the air
M.I.A. make it spray like it’s raining up in here
Think you’re getting baptised
With the sweat on your tree

Where where where
You say where my water there

You say wa wa wa wa wa
I say pa pa pa pa pa
You say wa wa wa wa wa
I say pa pa pa pa pa

Supa-kala fascist, racist, espi-ala-tazors
Posers with cases
They better not erase us
Batta come face us

I’m not Rihanna
I’m not Madonna
I’m not Mariah
Or Ariana
I’ve been around in this world causing drama
The real spice girl, hot girl power

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama
Throw my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Tower

M.I.A. – P.O.W.A

[Hook]
Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama

Throw up my hands I say I’m not Dalai Lama
Throw up my hands say I’m not Obama

I’m not Osama
Monsanto farmer
I don’t drink no soda
I believe in Karma
They try to shut me down
I’ve still got the power
They try to hate me
But I still be that lover

I know my mind
In me I’m gonna find
This is my time
And I’m searching for the signs
Throw up my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Tower

[Hook]
Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama

You know me I don’t watch TV
People watching me are only gonna see
I’m not your enemy FBI checking me
Curbing my money but that don’t bother me

I’m much tougher
I don’t need the buffer
I keep it light
Keep my head out the gutter

I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma show you how

Put your hands up
Put your middle fingers in the air
M.I.A. make it spray like it’s raining up in here
Think you’re getting baptised
With the sweat on your tree

Where where where
You say where my water there

You say wa wa wa wa wa
I say pa pa pa pa pa
You say wa wa wa wa wa
I say pa pa pa pa pa

Supa-kala fascist, racist, espi-ala-tazors
Posers with cases
They better not erase us
Batta come face us

I’m not Rihanna
I’m not Madonna
I’m not Mariah
Or Ariana
I’ve been around in this world causing drama
The real spice girl, hot girl power

[Hook]
Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama
Throw my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Tower

M.I.A – P.O.W.A lyrics

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama

Throw up my hands I say I’m not Dalai Lama
Throw up my hands say I’m not Obama

I’m not Osama
Monsanto farmer
I don’t drink no soda
I believe in Karma
They try to shut me down
I’ve still got the power
They try to hate me
But I still be that lover

I know my mind
In me I’m gonna find
This is my time
And I’m searching for the signs
Throw up my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Tower

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama

You know me I don’t watch TV
People watching me are only gonna see
I’m not your enemy FBI checking me
Curbing my money but that don’t bother me

I’m much tougher
I don’t need the buffer
I keep it light
Keep my head out the gutter

I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma show you how

Put your hands up
Put your middle fingers in the air
M.I.A. make it spray like it’s raining up in here
Think you’re getting baptised
With the sweat on your tree

Where where where
You say where my water there

You say wa wa wa wa wa
I say pa pa pa pa pa
You say wa wa wa wa wa
I say pa pa pa pa pa

Supa-kala fascist, racist, espi-ala-tazors
Posers with cases
They better not erase us
Batta come face us

I’m not Rihanna
I’m not Madonna
I’m not Mariah
Or Ariana
I’ve been around in this world causing drama
The real spice girl, hot girl power

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama
Throw my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Tower

P.O.W.A – M.I.A lyrics

Lyrics M.I.A – P.O.W.A

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama.(p.o.w.a)

Throw up my hands I say I’m not Dalai Lama
Throw up my hands say I’m not Obama.

I’m not Osama
Monsanto farmer
I don’t drink no soda
I believe in Karma
They try to shut me down
I’ve still got the power
They try to hate me
But I still be that lover.

I know my mind
In me I’m gonna find
This is my time
And I’m searching for the signs
Throw up my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Tower.

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama.

You know me I don’t watch TV
People watching me are only gonna see
I’m not your enemy FBI checking me
Curbing my money but that don’t bother me.

I’m much tougher
I don’t need the buffer
I keep it light
Keep my head out the gutter.

I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma do it
I’ma do it now
I’ma show you how.

Put your hands up
Put your middle fingers in the air
M.I.A. make it spray like it’s raining up in here
Think you’re getting baptised
With the sweat on your tree.

Where where where
You say where my water there.

You say wa wa wa wa waaa
I say pa pa pa paa pa
You say wa wa wa wa waaa
I say pa pa pa pa paaa.

Supa-kala fascist, racist, espi-ala-tazors
Posers with cases
They better not erase us
Batta come face us.

I’m not Rihanna
I’m not Madonna
I’m not Mariah
Or Ariana
I’ve been around in this world causing drama
The real spice girl, hot girl power.

Don’t you wanna
Tell me if you’re gonna
Put down your armour
Promise no more drama
Throw my hands
Say this is people power
Throw up my finger and I’m taking on the Towerrr.
M.I.A. lyrics
Video M.I.A.

Jason Derulo – Swalla lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/-artist.html”>JASON DERULO Swalla lyrics

Shimmy shimmy she, shimmy she, shimmy yah
Swalla-la-la, swalla-la-la, swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy she, shimmy she, shimmy yah
Swalla-la-la, swalla-la-la, swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy she, shimmy she, shimmy yah (ah)
Swalla-la-la, swalla-la-la, swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy she, shimmy she, shimmy yah

Bad gyal nuh follow nuttin
Word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa
Word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino
Ain’t no telling me no

Shindy – Me, Myself & I

[Part 1: Shindy]
Yeah, gib mir zwei Stunden ohne Entourage
Kanacken-Ollen stehen Schlange wie vorm Konsulat
Alles, was nicht von der Platte kommt, ein Störlaut
Ich bin jenseits vom Burnout
Muss mir anhör’n, dass ich ein verwöhnter Bengel wär’
Nur ’n Typ mit bisschen Glück der nichts kann wie Marcus Schenkenberg
Ich hatte seit drei Tagen nicht die Augen zu
Manchmal bereu’ ich das hier wie ein Urlaubstattoo
Man sagt, ich red’ zu wenig vor den Kameras
Was willst du hör’n? ich leb’ seit zwei Jahren à la carte
Egal was ich sag’ – ihr legt aus als wär es ’n Höhenflug
Denn ich hab Level übersprungen als hätte ich ein Lösungsbuch
Yeezies in der Farbe des Rohrzuckers
Sie tun als wär’ das alles Science Fiction – George Lucas
Als hätt’ ich mir ’ne Plastikwelt aufgebaut
Doch die Scheiße ist so echt, dass ich ’ne Pause brauch’

[Hook: Shindy]
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife

[Part 2: Shindy]
Yeah!
Nehm’ ’ne Aspirin aus dem Medizinschrank
Es heißt, ich sei ein arroganter Wichser, so wie Friedmann
Doch selbst nach VIP-Partys, Champagner und G-Funk
Stand ich zwei Stunden später wieder vor dem Fließband
Von den Jordans in die Schuhe mit den Stahlkappen
Wie kann ich aus fünfizg Pfennig eine Mark machen?
Und darum wird die Suite zu einem Arbeitslager
Stress ist mir nie anzuseh’n als wäre ich der Dalai Lama
Weiß nicht, ob der Tag ’n Traum ist oder ob ich tagträum’
Ich glaub’ ich brauch’ nen Zug von Laas’ Joint
Und er dreht ihn auf der GQ
Ist nicht lange her, als ich noch Vierzig-Euro-Jeans trug
Das ist nur das Prelude, Lebensziel ist Dr. Dre
Rauchsteingrau, wie mein Lieblings-Yeezy-Colorway
Wach’ jeden Morgen auf mit vierzig neuen Chats auf WhatsApp
Mein Herz sagt ich muss schlafen, und ich hör darauf – Roxette

[Hook: Shindy]
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife