09-17-2005, 01:47 PM
Occhidiangela,Sep 17 2005, 08:25 AM Wrote:I sincerely hope that every citizen so abused files civil and criminal suits against the police chief, the governor, the local Guard Commander (who let his troops be subborned to carry out UNLAWFUL ORDERS) and anyone else in the chain of command above sergeant and ending at The White House.
Was there ever a declaration of Martial Law? Did I miss that news story?
Forced evictions were completely unnecessary. Disarming citizens defending their own homes was unconstitutional.
Doc, this message will be well spread. I worry for the National Guard and the police the next time there is a significant natural disaster. Plenty of citizens will go down shooting. The rest will merely show themselves to be sheep.
I will also predict that between now and Nov 2008, the only protection (other than the usual) Pres Bush has against some really angry citizen trying to do a Lee Harvey on him is the prospect of VP Cheney stepping in.
War in Iraq?
$5 billion per month
Rebuilding New Orleans
$200 billion over 5-10 years
Dollar's value after the printing presses stop making new money to 'cover these new debts?"
Worthless
Assassination insurance?
Priceless.
Pardon me while I vomit.
Occhi
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I am livid. Blinded with rage.
I have not been this angry since I don't know when. I have seen some awful things in my life, and been there when some pretty bad stuff went down. And I have felt a lot of outrage in my life.
But this, this tops all. This is vile. Black. This is a horrible crime.
No warrants? Illegal search and seizure of weapons? Citizens killed and labeled as criminals because they defended themselves.
This is tyranny. In the classical sense of the word.
I have never been more ashamed of my country. Never. I fear this is breaking my spirit. Everybody that knows me knows how vocal I am about guns and civil rights. This, hell, this took all of the wind out of my sails. This is not the country I grew up in.
Sorry, but this has taken a toll on me in ways I can not explain.
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...."