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Title: Martial law plans revealed ('tube)
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Published: Jul 1, 2009
Author: C-Span
Post Date: 2009-07-01 21:30:01 by Jethro Tull
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#1. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
A new bill of rights eh? Fuck these assholes.
This guy may be prowling 4um: |
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#2. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
What an effing joke. Stop with the terrier b.s.
#3. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
Early in the reading, the word ..."OUTBREAK"...appears. We all know what they were referring to. The GOVERNMENT is the ENEMY.
#4. To: lodwick (#2)
And the meek little sheep contentedly graze on.
#5. To: Critter, lodwick, Cynicom, all (#1)
THEY can't wait.....
A new bill of rights eh?
#6. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
When was this broadcast? It is quite troubling.
#7. To: Fred Mertz (#6)
what do you know baldy?
It is quite troubling.
This guy may be prowling 4um: |
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#8. To: Critter (#7)
Did you catch him slip up and mention one of the classifieds? Urban areas - I'm glad I live rural in my old age.
#9. To: Fred Mertz (#6)
I'm not 100% it's for real. Some noise about a spoof, but the bill does exist, and that damn sure looks like the House. I'm not sure if it's the Onion, or if it's legit and our guys are trying to discredit it by saying so.
Aug 22, 2008
#10. To: Jethro Tull (#9)
Thanks. It's a pretty convincing spoof if it turns out to be one.
#11. To: All, Excursion to Gulag (#10)
Below are photos of labor prison camps of Soviet Time Gulag stands for "Chief Administration of Corrective Labor Camps." The system of Stalin's labor camps was the most monstrous death factory in all history, with 'production' exceeding even WW-IIs Holocaust. Around 40 million died in Gulag labor camps Camps were located in Taiga, a huge forest in Russian Siberia. Now, all roads are overgrown and only a helicopter can reach those sites. Camps have been abandoned since summer 1953, when Stalin died. A general amnesty was announced and everyone, inmates and guards alike, quickly fled the area. Roosevelt observed that capitalism is unequally divided riches while socialism is equally divided poverty. Gulag prison life meant an equal distribution of death among both rich and poor, old and young. Death played no favorites and came readily to all, regardless of gender, beliefs or nationality. People lived in wooden barracks. Political prisoners, so-called "enemies of the state," and criminals were all kept together. "Enemies" were taken mostly from the ranks of prominent, intelligent and cultured people. Under the inhuman conditions of the camps, the civilised and cultural folks appeared to be less equipped for survival than the criminals. To establish their iron rule, communists thought they had to rid society of all thinking and honest people. Such types are always a threat to despotic regimes. They almost succeeded: in twenty years of repression they rooted out many values, beliefs, and traditions that had been cultivated for centuries. After they killed the brains of the nation, the Soviet Union became a kind of laughing-stock; a national bully that everyone feared because it was stupid and fat with nukes. Like a mindless giant, the Soviet Union was incapable of anything intelligent or creative. Having killed off all its wise and educated people, the Soviet Union was only capable of setting examples to the rest of the world of how things should not be done. Everyone who tried to escape the Gulag had almost no chance of surviving. They had to walk hundreds of kms through forested wilderness... the direction hardly mattered because the people had nowhere to run. The whole country was one big prison labor camp. Bottle of vodka - a legal drug that guards often sold, illegally, to prisoners. Nothing is left inside this once-crowded barrack. There were two layers of plank beds with more than 120 convicts living in each barrack. Most historians believe that repressions began in 1932 and peaked in 1937. Incoming traffic only slowed down in those camps with the beginning of Great Patriotic War in 1941. Why? Gulag convicts could instead choose to join army penal battalions and risk death under bullets. In 1945 WW-II ended and millions of such convicts returned to the camps. The repressions actually lasted until Stalin's death in 1953. This is punishment cell. Feeding-rack. People were dying from exhaustion, starvation, hard labor... Marxism-Leninism was based on the theory of evolution which teachs that through millions of years, labor had helped the ape-man to became human... Here, in camps, they proved that this process is reversible. With hard labor and little food they were able to turn human beings back into animals in just in a few months... "I did my plan and you?" asks the socialist "poster-boy." Communists have always been compulsive planners, even planning exactly how many people were to be sent to those camps. Each region had to report the count of "enemies" detained, and if the regional leaders didn't reach their quotas, then they became "enemies" themselves and joined those camps. This is one of many bridges built by convicts. It was never used because Stalin died before completion. They have built 900 kms out of 1263 that was needed to connect two towns Igarka and Salechard. 300.000 convicts died while building this road within years 1949- 1953. Now this road, like so many others, leads to nowhere. Steam locomotives of that time. Work here essentially stopped when authorities decided to start playing the music of national mourning on the radio. This music played nonstop all day, convincing people more and more that the death was their own. Soon both convicts and guards cared only to leave and return to their homes. No caring remained to fix either barbed wire or locomotives. It is a place, where before revolution, young Joseph Stalin who was known as Koba, have spent a few years of his prison sentence. Later, it became a big transit prison, with this museum that everyone called "Stalin's Pantheon." It has been abandoned since 1953. May these photos remind us that no State can build prosperity upon the bones of its own citizens and if all who have eyes to see are tortured and killed, than the rest will live in a kingdom of blind for a very long time. Excursion to Gulag
#12. To: Jethro Tull, all (#0)
This is a joke. Literally. Be funny if it wasn't though, eh? Hahahaha
"If I were going to construct a God I would furnish him with some ways and qualities and characteristics which the Present One lacks... He would spend some of His eternities in trying to forgive Himself for making man unhappy when He could have made him happy with the same effort and He would spend the rest of them in studying astronomy." ~ Mark Twain
#13. To: Jethro Tull, redpanther (#11)
Stalin: obama's example
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#14. To: wudidiz (#12)
Thanks.
#15. To: Jethro Tull (#11)
Americans will dehumanize in weeks.
Here, in camps, they proved that this process is reversible. With hard labor and little food they were able to turn human beings back into animals in just in a few months.
#16. To: Jethro Tull (#9)
It's from "The Onion". It's parody. The problem is that in extreme times parody becomes more and more indistinguishable from reality...
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#17. To: Elliott Jackalope (#16)
Why do you say that it is from 'The Onion?'
#18. To: lodwick (#17)
Well, for starters, the big onion symbol in the lower right corner, where it says *onion symbol*-SPAN where you would normally see the "C-SPAN" logo.
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#19. To: Jethro Tull, Fred Mertz, Critter, lodwick, Cynicom, IndieTx (#5)
Do you think they will get mad at the guy who develops an alternative cure for the coming flu the NWO will release to save the bankers from the mobs with pitchforks? About that New Bill of Rights I wonder why the authors of the New Bill of Rights ordered their names to be classified. I doubt the New Bill of Rights includes the Second Amendment. But how will they enforce a gun ban on a population that has been buying 50 million bullets a day for the past 8 months?
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#20. To: Elliott Jackalope, lodwick, Fred Mertz, Cynicom, Jethro Tull, ALL (#18)
Oh, look at that. 3 pair. CONCORD, NH—Less than two weeks after legalizing gay marriage in the state, New Hampshire legislators enacted a new law Tuesday making it mandatory for persons over the age of 60 to attend three same-sex weddings every year for the rest of their lives. "Beginning July 1, all senior citizens must publicly condone gay unions by RSVPing to the rainbow-colored invitation, putting on nice church clothes, and spending an afternoon celebrating the wedded bliss of two men or two women who like to have sex with each other," bill H.B. 437 read in part. "Any grandparent who refuses to weep joyously when the grooms kiss may be subject to harsh penalties." Gay marriage advocates are already protesting the new statute, which they say unlawfully forces homosexuals to have gross old people at their weddings.
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New Hampshire Passes Law Forcing Old People To Watch Gays Marry
"If I were going to construct a God I would furnish him with some ways and qualities and characteristics which the Present One lacks... He would spend some of His eternities in trying to forgive Himself for making man unhappy when He could have made him happy with the same effort and He would spend the rest of them in studying astronomy." ~ Mark Twain
#21. To: Jethro Tull (#11)
From: Jesse Keller Subject: War Stories Date: 29 March In Vietnam, remenants of the war aren't exactly everywhere you look, but it doesn't take much looking to find them. In the backpacker bastion of Pham Ngu Lao, the souvenir shops sell old zippo lighters with insignias of the 101st airborn and model helicopters and B-52s made out of pieces of coke cans. The beggars all have missing limbs, and make it a point to remind you how they got them. The Ho Chi Minh City War Museum proves the point that the winners write the history books. It used to be known as the Museum of American War Crimes.All of this is not constantly in full view, though. As I said, it takes some looking to find it, and it doesn't make Vietnam an unpleasant place; most of the people are friendly and helpful, but there are moments of discomfort. I occasionally wondered whether it was a good idea to tell people, particularly those over about thirty years old, that I was from America.I decided, on my second day in Saigon, that instead of flying out of Hanoi, and into Bangkok, as I had originally intended, I wanted to cross overland through Cambodia. This meant I needed a Cambodian visa, so after lunch I began walking the mile or so to the Cambodian Consulate.An afternoon walk through Saigon is always accompanied by chorusus of "Where you go?" from the multitude of motorcycle drivers that basically constitute Saigon's taxi service, so when a middle-aged man in a grubby button-up shirt and a yellow baseball cap asked me "Where you go," I readied my usual response."I go walking," I said."Oh, but is very hot!" he said, with a thick accent."It's OK, I don't go far." My attempt at ending the conversation."Excuse me, where you come from?" A typical question used to pull someone back. I never like to just ignore people, so I responded:"America," I said, and started to leave again, but the way the man's face lit up at that one word kept my attention."Ahhh! America!" The man siezed my hand and shook it vigorously and for the entire time he spoke. "I am very glad to meet you! I _love_ America! America in my heart forever." With that, he released my hand, paused for emphasis, and said, with great pride. "I was America GI." I was, to put it lightly, intrigued."You were... an American soldier?" I asked."Yes!" he said, beaming. "Empee!" I was confused. He saw this and pointed to his shoulder to clarify. "Em-Pee." MP. He had been a military policeman."You were American MP? When?""Nineteen sixty-four, sixty- five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight. I GI Vietnamese army. I American MP. Nineteen seventy-five, Communists come, then --" he made a gesture with both hands crossed infront of him. He had been a South Vietnamese soldier from 1964-68, and then was an american MP for the rest of the war, until the communists arrested him in 1975."You were in jail?" "Yes! Fifteen year, I communist jail!" He leaned closer to me, and, in very conspiritorial tones, whispered " I _hate_ communist."I smiled, and didn't mention that my family is actually quite left wing, and was not exactly in favor of the war. "Where you go?" he asked. "I take you. Free."With that, he pulled me onto the back of his Honda Supercub, a little 100cc motorbike which is the most common form of transportation in all of Southeast Asia. He took me to the Cambodian Consulate, waited outside while I applied for my visa, and then took me on a tour for the rest of the day, to the chinese market, and every notable pagoda in the city. He would accept no money, not even when we stopped for gas. All he asked was that I donate 1000 VND, the equivalent of about twelve cents US, at the pagoda."Bring good luck you, bring good luck me." When he said this, his eyes had the same look as when he spoke of America and hating Communists, a look which I can only describe a fanatical devotion. He was absolutely convinced that he was speaking the unequivocable truth. My newfound friend didn't speak a lot of english, but enough to communicate decently well. We were sitting in the courtyard of a pagoda, drinking cokes in the shade of a huge old banyan tree, when he introduced me to a phrase which I would hear him use repeatedly over the next few days. He leaned in, his face overcome with a look of disgust, and whispered: "Fucking communists."He then threw back his head and laughed uproariously. Between guffaws, he said, as if make sure I knew where he stood "Fucking communists!"The next day we spent at a temple outside of town, one dedicated to the religion Caodaism, which reveres as its primary saints Sun Yat Sen and Victor Hugo. The trip, which, at three hours each way, was much longer that either of us had guessed, swallowed up our entire day. To unwind that evening, he took me back to his house, a three room appartment where he lived with his mother, his sister, her children, and his older brother.We had a little bit to eat and a whole lot of Beer Saigon. There was actually a crate of it on the floor, and I remarked that he had bought a lot of beer for the occasion, and that I wanted to repay him."It's OK, I sell, buy beer," he said while pointing to his bare wrist. His wrist where, just yesterday he had been wearing a watch. He had pawned his watch to buy beer. It was then I resolved myself to pay him no matter what. He must have seen the look on my face, because he assured me "Is OK, I drive motorbike one month, I buy back." A month of work as a moto-taxi driver and he could afford to buy his watch back.Several beers later, he began to tell me about his experiences in the war, from watching as shells were lobbed down on the VC, to what he considered the greatest moment of his life. "I was American MP," he said, his eyes glazing over with beer and fanaticism, "I meet General Whussss-Molan." He drew out the name Westmorland with a kind of reverence unsurpassed by any religous zealot. "I stand at gate, General Whuss-Molan look me," he sat up, straight and dignified, portraying Westmoreland, "hmm. Good." Then he dropped the character of Westmoreland, said "and I --" then, portraying himself, he stood at attention and saluted, his eyes staring straigh ahead. In those eyes, I could see that he was reliving the event inside of his mind, and that it truly was one of the most important moments of his life. He looked straight into my eyes, and said "I love America. America in my heart forever." Then he leaned back, finished his beer and said: "fucking communists." I don't know whether it was his speech about the general and America, or if it was the beer, probably a little of both, but at that moment, I wholeheartedly agreed with him. "Fucking communists," I said, and shook his hand, tightly, and kept shaking.The next day we toured more, and drank more beer at night, and the day after that, he took me and my backpack 150 kilometers to the Cambodian border on his motorbike, where I gave him thirty dollars, probably about a month's worth moto-taxi driving, and told him to buy back his watch. Then I shook his hand, shouldered my pack, and headed for Cambodia, thinking "fucking communists." [emphasis added]
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#22. To: wudidiz (#20)
amusing
"Any grandparent who refuses to weep joyously when the grooms kiss may be subject to harsh penalties." Gay marriage advocates are already protesting the new statute, which they say unlawfully forces homosexuals to have gross old people at their weddings.
The smooth criminal transition from Bush/Cheney to Obama
#23. To: randge (#21)
enjoyed reading that. ;)
The smooth criminal transition from Bush/Cheney to Obama
#24. To: christine (#23)
me 2. hates effing communists.
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#25. To: randge (#21)
From a man who knows. Too bad the dopes here fell for the trap.
"Fucking communists"
#26. To: Elliott Jackalope (#18)
Thanks. Images are blocked here.
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