09-09-2005, 10:33 PM
kandrathe,Sep 9 2005, 02:46 PM Wrote:They are not under "Martial Law" which is where the US Army or State's National guard sieze control of the area. As far as I've heard the order was from the Mayor of New Orleans who has ordered his police force to evacuate some zones by force if neccesary. I don't know what right the police have to seize weapons unless the weapons are illegal, or used in an illegal way. How did the guns get seized if they were not in view of the police? They certainly are not searching homes for weapons. It might also have been the same idiot who was shooting at relief helicopters.
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Honore, I think that's his name, has refused to allow his own troops to take part in the search and removal of citizens and the stripping of arms. HE WANTS RESPONSIBLE ARMED CITIZENS. They are keeping order.
http://www.blackamericaweb.com/site.aspx.../honore909
This covers only a very small part of the struggle between the mayor and the Ragin Cajun.
And yes, they are stripping all citizens of private arms. This is an issued order by the police force.
You know... I have half a mind to go to Nawlins my self and start hunting me some Jack Booted Nazi Thugs. I hope some well armed and well informed citizen fires a few steel jacketed slugs right through their flimsy second hand flak jackets. I hope one of them gets a facefull of shotgun when illegally going through somebody's front door.
I am so pissed I can't even think straight.
I am livid at some of the things I have been hearing. I have live radio feeds from police scanners and such. It's infuriating.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."