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The Sovereign's Own and the Dead Preacher
If you can stomach yet another story of the authoritarian state on parade, try this one from reason.com
: Another Senseless Drug War Death
Nothing all that unusual. Just a 28-year-old Georgia pastor shot during a rather botched arrest of a crack cocaine-dealing girl.
The minister's pregnant wife left to grieve.
Filthy rumors, maybe spread by apologists for the killers. The killers were undercover cops, the regular kind who like to play TV-type Bad-Boyz-Bad-Boyz complete with street clothes, ski-masks, and rather unevident badges during their take-downs of the worst of the worst types like street dealers hawking $50 worth of chemical malignancy.
Read the story and decide for yourself. Did the minister deserve an extrajudicial execution? That's what he got.
And by the way, have you ever seen what a guy with a gut wound looks like while he's dying? You ought to. It's pretty gruesome, what with that kind of pain and all. If the blood comes out black, he might be lucky and die a little faster. One way or the other, though, I'll bet that preacher learned a lesson he'll never forget from those cops.
But, hey, as long as they act under the blanket of the sovereign, the agents of the state who commit outrages to keep us safe simply must
escape personal responsibility, personal jeopardy, and the pain of swift, certain, and severe punishment. Those standards are for the commoners, not our masters.
the Lord! (We have to; the preacher can't because he's dead.) We have entered that new era, that new era of hope and change
I'm sure the preacher would agree.
I am not going to make any comment on the main article...this shit has gone on since the founding of the nation,just more of it as there are more people. Unconscionable,yes. Heads should roll.Yes.
I took the reaction time test on the sidebar,and I am confused by my results. My reaction time was apparently worse while NOT texting. I was a bit peeved at the rate the gates came up-I don't approach toll gates anywhere near that fast IRL,and anyone who did has worse problems than texting while driving. It also had a qwerty keypad. I purposely looked for a phone this go round that did not have one,and having to hunt and peck was more of a distraction than anything else. So yeah,totally unrealistic. BTW- if I text while driving,it is OK at the most-anything else is stupid. Usually just hit reply and send a blank to let them know I got it. But I usually only text to ask long involved shit like "where?" or "to respond "Home", because anything longer I just call.
Good morning, Wild Clover.
That reaction time test from The New York Times was utterly beyond me.
The other reaction time test, firing tranquilizer darts at escaping sheep, was considerably better; I could actually improve as I repeated the test.
I'm not sure, but maybe I've found out what career direction I should take now that funding for teachers like me in higher education is vanishing. It wouldn't be much of a life in terms of long-term intellectual development, but I suppose dropping mutton could eventually qualify me for domestic security work with Blackwater. Four-legged and two-legged animals are about the same when it comes to crowd control in a post-rational society.
Yes, this could work out for the best if I play my cards (and shoot the darts) right.
There ARE other perks to the sheep thing...or so I've heard!
Of course, I'm talking about gathering wool while ye may!
Fodder Thyme, Ah wuz takin' a drivin' test oncet an' the inspecater axed me, "Kin you make a U-turn," and I tole him,
"Nawp! But Ah kin make her eyeballs BULGE."
So the guy was leaning under the hood of his car by the side of the road, trying to figure out what was wrong with the engine. A lady cop pulls up behind him. She gets out of her police car and walks up to the fellow, who's reaching into the engine, pushing and pulling at wires and belts.
The lady cop says, "Would you like a screwdriver?"
The guy shrugs, "We might as well; I'll just call a mechanic to come and fix the engine when we're done."
Well it is a Drug War. In a war, one side wins by killing enough people that the other side surrenders.
Two guys driving to El Paso see a sheep stuck in the fence along I-10. Being Insulators, the one drops trou and has at it. He gets done and looks over to his partner, "You want somma this?"
"Okay, but do I gotta get my head jammed in the fence?
Here's a line from a sales pitch from Lee Bellinger, a fincial titan, sent out by Human Events:
For example, it currently takes about 9 ounces of gold to buy a share of the DOW industrials. Yet as recently as 1999, it took 44.8 ounces of gold to buy a DOW share - that's a whopping 80% crash in the real value of the DOW.
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