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Title: Coffee, Tea, or Should We Feel Your Pregnant Wife’s Breasts Before Throwing You in a Cell at the Airport and Then Lying About Why We Put You There?
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lewrockwell.com
URL Source: http://www.lewrockwell.com/orig3/monahan1.html
Published: Feb 13, 2008
Author: Nicholas Monahan
Post Date: 2008-02-13 10:54:42 by Indrid Cold
Keywords: None
Views: 399
Comments: 25
This morning I’ll be escorting my wife to the hospital, where the doctors will perform a caesarean section to remove our first child. She didn’t want to do it this way – neither of us did – but sometimes the Fates decide otherwise. The Fates or, in our case, government employees. On the morning of October 26th Mary and I entered Portland International Airport, en route to the Las Vegas wedding of one of my best friends. Although we live in Los Angeles, we’d been in Oregon working on a film, and up to that point had had nothing but praise to shower on the city of Portland, a refreshing change of pace from our own suffocating metropolis. At the security checkpoint I was led aside for the "inspection" that’s all the rage at airports these days. My shoes were removed. I was told to take off my sweater, then to fold over the waistband of my pants. My baseball hat, hastily jammed on my head at 5 AM, was removed and assiduously examined ("Anything could be in here, sir," I was told, after I asked what I could hide in a baseball hat. Yeah. Anything.) Soon I was standing on one foot, my arms stretched out, the other leg sticking out in front of me àla a DUI test. I began to get pissed off, as most normal people would. My anger increased when I realized that the newly knighted federal employees weren’t just examining me, but my 7½ months pregnant wife as well. I’d originally thought that I’d simply been randomly selected for the more excessive than normal search. You know, Number 50 or whatever. Apparently not though – it was both of us. These are your new threats, America: pregnant accountants and their sleepy husbands flying to weddings. After some more grumbling on my part they eventually finished with me and I went to retrieve our luggage from the x-ray machine. Upon returning I found my wife sitting in a chair, crying. Mary rarely cries, and certainly not in public. When I asked her what was the matter, she tried to quell her tears and sobbed, "I’m sorry...it’s...they touched my breasts...and..." That’s all I heard. I marched up to the woman who’d been examining her and shouted, "What did you do to her?" Later I found out that in addition to touching her swollen breasts – to protect the American citizenry – the employee had asked that she lift up her shirt. Not behind a screen, not off to the side – no, right there, directly in front of the hundred or so passengers standing in line. And for you women who’ve been pregnant and worn maternity pants, you know how ridiculous those things look. "I felt like a clown," my wife told me later. "On display for all these people, with the cotton panel on my pants and my stomach sticking out. When I sat down I just lost my composure and began to cry. That’s when you walked up." Of course when I say she "told me later," it’s because she wasn’t able to tell me at the time, because as soon as I demanded to know what the federal employee had done to make her cry, I was swarmed by Portland police officers. Instantly. Three of them, cinching my arms, locking me in handcuffs, and telling me I was under arrest. Now my wife really began to cry. As they led me away and she ran alongside, I implored her to calm down, to think of the baby, promising her that everything would turn out all right. She faded into the distance and I was shoved into an elevator, a cop holding each arm. After making me face the corner, the head honcho told that I was under arrest and that I wouldn’t be flying that day – that I was in fact a "menace." It took me a while to regain my composure. I felt like I was one of those guys in The Gulag Archipelago who, because the proceedings all seem so unreal, doesn’t fully realize that he is in fact being arrested in a public place in front of crowds of people for...for what? I didn’t know what the crime was. Didn’t matter. Once upstairs, the officers made me remove my shoes and my hat and tossed me into a cell. Yes, your airports have prison cells, just like your amusement parks, train stations, universities, and national forests. Let freedom reign. After a short time I received a visit from the arresting officer. "Mr. Monahan," he started, "Are you on drugs?" Was this even real? "No, I’m not on drugs." "Should you be?" "What do you mean?" "Should you be on any type of medication?" "No." "Then why’d you react that way back there?" You see the thinking? You see what passes for reasoning among your domestic shock troops these days? Only "whackos" get angry over seeing the woman they’ve been with for ten years in tears because someone has touched her breasts. That kind of reaction – love, protection – it’s mind-boggling! "Mr. Monahan, are you on drugs?" His snide words rang inside my head. This is my wife, finally pregnant with our first child after months of failed attempts, after the depressing shock of the miscarriage last year, my wife who’d been walking on a cloud over having the opportunity to be a mother...and my anger is simply unfathomable to the guy standing in front of me, the guy who earns a living thanks to my taxes, the guy whose family I feed through my labor. What I did wasn’t normal. No, I reacted like a drug addict would’ve. I was so disgusted I felt like vomiting. But that was just the beginning. An hour later, after I’d been gallantly assured by the officer that I wouldn’t be attending my friend’s wedding that day, I heard Mary’s voice outside my cell. The officer was speaking loudly, letting her know that he was planning on doing me a favor... which everyone knows is never a real favor. He wasn’t going to come over and help me work on my car or move some furniture. No, his "favor" was this: He’d decided not to charge me with a felony. Think about that for a second. Rapes, car-jackings, murders, arsons – those are felonies. So is yelling in an airport now, apparently. I hadn’t realized, though I should have. Luckily, I was getting a favor, though. I was merely going to be slapped with a misdemeanor. "Here’s your court date," he said as I was released from my cell. In addition, I was banned from Portland International for 90 days, and just in case I was thinking of coming over and hanging out around its perimeter, the officer gave me a map with the boundaries highlighted, sternly warning me against trespassing. Then he and a second officer escorted us off the grounds. Mary and I hurriedly drove two and a half hours in the rain to Seattle, where we eventually caught a flight to Vegas. But the officer was true to his word – we missed my friend’s wedding. The fact that he’d been in my own wedding party, the fact that a once in a lifetime event was stolen from us – well, who cares, right? Upon our return to Portland (I’d had to fly into Seattle and drive back down), we immediately began contacting attorneys. We aren’t litigious people – we wanted no money. I’m not even sure what we fully wanted. An apology? A reprimand? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter though, because we couldn’t afford a lawyer, it turned out. $4,000 was the average figure bandied about as a retaining fee. Sorry, but I’ve got a new baby on the way. So we called the ACLU, figuring they existed for just such incidents as these. And they do apparently...but only if we were minorities. That’s what they told us. In the meantime, I’d appealed my suspension from PDX. A week or so later I got a response from the Director of Aviation. After telling me how, in the aftermath of 9/11, most passengers not only accept additional airport screening but welcome it, he cut to the chase: "After a review of the police report and my discussions with police staff, as well as a review of the TSA’s report on this incident, I concur with the officer’s decision to take you into custody and to issue a citation to you for disorderly conduct. That being said, because I also understand that you were upset and acted on your emotions, I am willing to lift the Airport Exclusion Order...." Attached to this letter was the report the officer had filled out. I’d like to say I couldn’t believe it, but in a way, I could. It’s seemingly becoming the norm in America – lies and deliberate distortions on the part of those in power, no matter how much or how little power they actually wield. The gist of his report was this: From the get go I wasn’t following the screener’s directions. I was "squinting my eyes" and talking to my wife in a "low, forced voice" while "excitedly swinging my arms." Twice I began to walk away from the screener, inhaling and exhaling forcefully. When I’d completed the physical exam, I walked to the luggage screening area, where a second screener took a pair of scissors from my suitcase. At this point I yelled, "What the %*&$% is going on? This is &*#&$%!" The officer, who’d already been called over by one of the screeners, became afraid for the TSA staff and the many travelers. He required the assistance of a second officer as he "struggled" to get me into handcuffs, then for "cover" called over a third as well. It was only at this point that my wife began to cry hysterically. There was nothing poetic in my reaction to the arrest report. I didn’t crumple it in my fist and swear that justice would be served, promising to sacrifice my resources and time to see that it would. I simply stared. Clearly the officer didn’t have the guts to write down what had really happened. It might not look too good to see that stuff about the pregnant woman in tears because she’d been humiliated. Instead this was the official scenario being presented for the permanent record. It doesn’t even matter that it’s the most implausible sounding situation you can think of. "Hey, what the...godammit, they’re taking our scissors, honey!" Why didn’t he write in anything about a monkey wearing a fez? True, the TSA staff had expropriated a pair of scissors from our toiletries kit – the story wasn’t entirely made up. Except that I’d been locked in airport jail at the time. I didn’t know anything about any scissors until Mary told me on our drive up to Seattle. They’d questioned her about them while I was in the bowels of the airport sitting in my cell. So I wrote back, indignation and disgust flooding my brain. "[W]hile I’m not sure, I’d guess that the entire incident is captured on video. Memory is imperfect on everyone’s part, but the footage won’t lie. I realize it might be procedurally difficult for you to view this, but if you could, I’d appreciate it. There’s no willful disregard of screening directions. No explosion over the discovery of a pair of scissors in a suitcase. No struggle to put handcuffs on. There’s a tired man, early in the morning, unhappily going through a rigorous procedure and then reacting to the tears of his pregnant wife." Eventually we heard back from a different person, the guy in charge of the TSA airport screeners. One of his employees had made the damning statement about me exploding over her scissor discovery, and the officer had deftly incorporated that statement into his report. We asked the guy if he could find out why she’d said this – couldn’t she possibly be mistaken? "Oh, can’t do that, my hands are tied. It’s kind of like leading a witness – I could get in trouble, heh heh." Then what about the videotape? Why not watch that? That would exonerate me. "Oh, we destroy all video after three days." Sure you do. A few days later we heard from him again. He just wanted to inform us that he’d received corroboration of the officer’s report from the officer’s superior, a name we didn’t recognize. "But...he wasn’t even there," my wife said. "Yeah, well, uh, he’s corroborated it though." That’s how it works. "Oh, and we did look at the videotape. Inconclusive." But I thought it was destroyed? On and on it went. Due to the tenacity of my wife in making phone calls and speaking with relevant persons, the "crime" was eventually lowered to a mere citation. Only she could have done that. I would’ve simply accepted what was being thrown at me, trumped up charges and all, simply because I’m wholly inadequate at performing the kowtow. There’s no way I could have contacted all the people Mary did and somehow pretend to be contrite. Besides, I speak in a low, forced voice, which doesn’t elicit sympathy. Just police suspicion. Weeks later at the courthouse I listened to a young DA awkwardly read the charges against me – "Mr. Monahan...umm...shouted obscenities at the airport staff...umm... umm...oh, they took some scissors from his suitcase and he became...umm...abusive at this point." If I was reading about it in Kafka I might have found something vaguely amusing in all of it. But I wasn’t. I was there. Living it. I entered a plea of nolo contendere, explaining to the judge that if I’d been a resident of Oregon, I would have definitely pled "Not Guilty." However, when that happens, your case automatically goes to a jury trial, and since I lived a thousand miles away, and was slated to return home in seven days, with a newborn due in a matter of weeks...you get the picture. "No Contest" it was. Judgment: $250 fine. Did I feel happy? Only $250, right? No, I wasn’t happy. I don’t care if it’s twelve cents, that’s money pulled right out of my baby’s mouth and fed to a disgusting legal system that will use it to propagate more incidents like this. But at the very least it was over, right? Wrong. When we returned to Los Angeles there was an envelope waiting for me from the court. Inside wasn’t a receipt for the money we’d paid. No, it was a letter telling me that what I actually owed was $309 – state assessed court costs, you know. Wouldn’t you think your taxes pay for that – the state putting you on trial? No, taxes are used to hire more cops like the officer, because with our rising criminal population – people like me – hey, your average citizen demands more and more "security." Finally I reach the piece de resistance. The week before we’d gone to the airport my wife had had her regular pre-natal checkup. The child had settled into the proper head down position for birth, continuing the remarkable pregnancy she’d been having. We returned to Portland on Sunday. On Mary’s Monday appointment she was suddenly told, "Looks like your baby’s gone breech." When she later spoke with her midwives in Los Angeles, they wanted to know if she’d experienced any type of trauma recently, as this often makes a child flip. "As a matter of fact..." she began, recounting the story, explaining how the child inside of her was going absolutely crazy when she was crying as the police were leading me away through the crowd. My wife had been planning a natural childbirth. She’d read dozens of books, meticulously researched everything, and had finally decided that this was the way for her. No drugs, no numbing of sensations – just that ultimate combination of brute pain and sheer joy that belongs exclusively to mothers. But my wife is also a first-time mother, so she has what is called an "untested" pelvis. Essentially this means that a breech birth is too dangerous to attempt, for both mother and child. Therefore, she’s now relegated to a c-section – hospital stay, epidural, catheter, fetal monitoring, stitches – everything she didn’t want. Her natural birth has become a surgery. We’ve tried everything to turn that baby. Acupuncture, chiropractic techniques, underwater handstands, elephant walking, moxibustion, bending backwards over pillows, herbs, external manipulation – all to no avail. When I walked into the living room the other night and saw her plaintively cooing with a flashlight turned onto her stomach, yet another suggested technique, my heart almost broke. It’s breaking now as I write these words. I can never prove that my child went breech because of what happened to us at the airport. But I’ll always believe it. Wrongly or rightly, I’ll forever think of how this man, the personification of this system, has affected the lives of my family and me. When my wife is sliced open, I’ll be thinking of him. When they remove her uterus from her abdomen and lay it on her stomach, I’ll be thinking of him. When I visit her and my child in the hospital instead of having them with me here in our home, I’ll be thinking of him. When I assist her to the bathroom while the incision heals internally, I’ll be thinking of him. There are plenty of stories like this these days. I don’t know how many I’ve read where the writer describes some breach of civil liberties by employees of the state, then wraps it all up with a dire warning about what we as a nation are becoming, and how if we don’t put an end to it now, then we’re in for heaps of trouble. Well you know what? Nothing’s going to stop the inevitable. There’s no policy change that’s going to save us. There’s no election that’s going to put a halt to the onslaught of tyranny. It’s here already – this country has changed for the worse and will continue to change for the worse. There is now a division between the citizenry and the state. When that state is used as a tool against me, there is no longer any reason why I should owe any allegiance to that state. And that’s the first thing that child of ours is going to learn.
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#1. To: Indrid Cold (#0)
Words fail me.
Join the Ron Paul Revolution When people have asked "why would the government attack its own citizens" in terms of 9/11, this is why. It was to enpower the most vile and sadistic amongst us to round us up (with or without a 50,000 volt shock for good measure) for so much as raising our voices while our loved ones are being humiliated in public, with the idiots amongst us nodding their heads in approval and asking for more. It was to give the state total and absolute power over us, and to extinguish the flames of Liberty and Justice that once guided our once great Nation. That people can't see that simple fact is why we are where we are.
"I feel so sorry for this man and his family." I just realized that this was a linked article written in 2002. I will leave the post but remove the context of talking to him directly. Sorry. There are many "wake-up calls, they are screaming at us. I once felt this kind of indignation, but I said "Lord, let it pass over... but oh how painful it was. Thank you for sharing this. These evident psy-ops have become procedural thru training. Some peoples personalites just fit the mold. Some don't have personalities. They have been programmed. FEMA is at work, and military special ground forces developed this mentality to destroy. This is to be implemented whereever, and whenever Americans are not acting like obedient robotic emotionless receivers of their procedures. The procedure name was changed from Psy-op to MindWar and then they trained it to be MINDEAR. We live in a Nation of well trained Big Brothers designed to destroy and the implementation has govt. clearance.
well said.
"I don't know where Bin Laden is. I truly am not that concerned about him" I have a co-worker who is sweating getting her three year old boy back. Some friends she met after moving here from another state reported her and her male partner to Children's Service Division (CSD) in Oregon for allegedly smoking cannabis in front of their three year old. She is 23 years old and runs a feeding site for low income people for a non- profit organization. She is well educated, has done allot of forest activism like I have, and it had been hard for her to work, go to drug treatment counseling where the counselors commiserate with her about the severe problem CSD has been with so many parents in Oregon. She should get him back soon, and everyone the system has required her to work with her love her and know the truth behind a typical ordeal CSD puts people through. She is a good parent, and even if she may have used cannabis, that is no excuse for all the stress, wasted time and money they have put her through. She won't smoke when he comes home because he is her life and will not jeopardize her custody of him. But you see drinking problem people torturing their kids with aspects of that who never get this draconian treatment, because the government wants to oppress cannabis and torture users of it, not something legal like alcohol. Something which is a very dangerous drug when misused. There is something seriously wrong with this country, and it might have to be a serious and drastic set of measures taken by dedicated people not afraid of being hurt or killed to set things right.
What can be said? All too obvious for normal people.
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"Should you be?" "What do you mean?" "Should you be on any type of medication?" "No." "Then why’d you react that way back there?" You see the thinking? I do not brake for the Police State.
I noticed that the killing of the 6 people (police and city council) this past week has not been a big news story. I mean Britney's health problems have had more media. Wonder why? /s.
#1. Don't smoke pot in front of your kids.
Oh, the humanity....
your comments are right on. btw, we have a bookmark feature here so that you can save threads to your homepage. you can do that with the Jack Otto youtubes thread. then you can access them whenever you want from there. you will find the link at the bottom of each article.
The only solution to this mess is to dig a hole big enough to nudge them all in and cover quickly
That is the saddest and most evil thing i have ever seen, when the state takes people's kids away; with no due process, no convictions or even trials. That is one thing i would never allow. I know people (many, actually) who have had their kids taken away and eventually gotten them back, but i don't care. That is one line i'd never allow the state to cross. they'd have to kill me first., which i'm sure they'd be too happy to comply. There's a lady in seal beach CA who sued the CPS agency and won about 5 million in a civil suit for wrongful theft of her kids by the state. even after the verdict, the dept chief still denied they did anything wrong. I took that demonic agency to court and won 2 yrs ago., in L.A. County. I had been peripherally involved in a case involving relatives.
"I don't know where Bin Laden is. I truly am not that concerned about him" Number one, don't run to big brother because you know it's become fascist enough out there to take advantage of selective oppression by the state. This is now a place where people don't talk, give each other feedback or criticism if they can tell big brother and let him handle it by squeezing the life out of someone. Some of these snitches don't do the talk to big brother for anything more then entertainment. Smoking cannabis is not grounds for removal of someone's child. But people like to power trip over others if the state gives them an opening to do so. My friend is young and operates on a high level of function with her life. She is well above her peers age-wise in many regards. The people she befriended actually did not like her because Texas, her home state is very unpopular here. They were also not happy at seeing another forest activist migrate here. So, because they knew an exploit of a fascist state organization they could use to get at her because of ideological and social differences they had with her? That to you is not fascist thinking or fascist action? Think about this some more.
San Diego News www.10news.com/news/379978 3/detail.html Woman Upset With Screener's Request To Feel Her Breasts Kingsford Drives Home Rather Than Submit To Airport Search www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=Ava+Kingsford POSTED: 8:55 am PDT October 11, 2004 UPDATED: 3:15 pm PDT October 11, 2004 SAN DIEGO -- A woman said she drove home from Denver rather than submit to what she viewed as an intrusive search by airport security screeners. Ava Kingsford, 36, of San Diego said she was flagged down for a pat-down search at Denver International Airport last month as she prepared to board a flight home with her 3-month-old son. Kingsford objected when a female screener with the Transportation Security Administration told her, "I'm going to feel your breasts now." "She was patting me down, and frisking me, and basically covering all parts of my body, my legs, and wanding me with the security wand. And when I thought she had completed her search, she looks at me and said, 'I'm going to be feeling your breasts now,'" Kingsford said. "I was stunned, and I said, 'I beg your pardon?!'" Kingsford said when she told the screener that she was uncomfortable with it, more security agents and police officers arrived. They told her that she couldn't board her flight without submitting to the final step of the search. "I was shaking, I was sobbing. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. It was surreal. It was like out of a movie, with these guys yelling at me, telling me that, yes, she has to feel my breasts or I'm not getting on my airplane," Kingsford said. SURVEY Do you think a TSA screener went overboard by asking to touch a woman's breasts during the secondary screening process? Yes. This is unnecessary. You can see explosives or other hidden devices just by pulling a shirt tight. No. In this day and age, screeners have to be more vigilant, and a full pat- down search of women requires going beneath, between and above the breasts. They took her to a private area to continue the search, but she said she was still uncomfortable with them touching her breasts so she tugged down her shirt to show them that she wasn't hiding anything. "And then they said, 'That's it. We're not going to complete the search and you're not boarding your plane,'" Kingsford said. "They escorted us out and said they didn't care how we got home, it wasn't their problem." She and her fiance ended up renting a car for the 15-hour drive home. The Transportation Security Administration said its screeners did nothing wrong. The agency announced extra security measures last month in the wake of the mid- air bombing of two Russian jetliners. Authorities believe two women smuggled explosives onto the aircraft, possibly in "torso packs" underneath their clothing. Bob Kapp, customer service manager for the TSA in Denver, said that to conduct a thorough pat-down search of women, "it does require going beneath, between and above the breasts." Kapp said a few people have been a little bit alarmed by the procedure. But he called it "a sign of the times" that is probably here to stay. Kingsford said she's anxious about boarding another flight any time soon. "I don't see how they can get away with feeling women's breasts. I don't see how they can say it's part of their new security policy. It's an infringement, a violation, in my opinion. It's just wrong," Kingsford said. Kingsford said she had nothing to hide, and the TSA agents could plainly see that. "I was wearing a pretty form-fitting tank top. There's nothing really to be hiding. You could see my figure. I didn't have any packs. She had patted down my torso. She had completed the torso pat down and wanded me with a security wand but some reason she said she wanted to see my breasts," Kingsford said. "It was uncomfortable and I felt violated. And the way we were treated when I didn't concede was like I was a criminal. It was an awful experience," she said. ------------------------------------------ Breast Groping at Airport Security; What Smart Women Can Do by Diana Fairechild www.jesus-is-savior.com/E...20in%20Government/Police% 20State/airport_breast_groping.htm
"I don't know where Bin Laden is. I truly am not that concerned about him" Great.
It was a pain in the #@!, like fighting traffic tickets is, but i hate them too much to let it go. I obsess on & research the minutia and shred them every time in court without a lawyer. it's tiring but gratifying in the end.
"I don't know where Bin Laden is. I truly am not that concerned about him" So, because they knew an exploit of a fascist state organization they could use to get at her because of ideological and social differences they had with her? That to you is not fascist thinking or fascist action? Think about this some more. Sweetheart, I'm with ya. It's fukked, but ya gotta be smart out there. #1 Don't smoke pot in front of the kids. Fascist state or not, don't do it. #2 Don't befriend fukked up people (fup). There are those kind you know, especially in your area. (ying and yang and all that) #3 If you're not that discerning, don't smoke pot around people you don't know. I hope she can get past this and learn to be more discrimminating. It's a lesson for her. For the fup, there's karma, for the cps there's retribution by someone, someday.
link doesn't work She did the right thing.
Ron Paul for President - Join a Ron Paul Meetup group today! The Revolution will not be televised! Whoops, I missed that. I guess it was just so striking that I felt I had to post it.
Shut your whore mouth, Mr. President.
I was recently legislated out of business by an effort involving 2 city councils and 2 police departments, so I feel for the shooter. I went from having a net worth of perhaps $600,000 to a negative net worth today, and my credit score went from 725 or so to zero. I'll be filing bankruptcy in a few months. I've got to say that the idea of a shooting spree has occurred to me, but I'd have to lose a lot more (house, wife, kids) before it would become attractive. What I HAVE learned is never to have my own name on anything, never to own anything attachable by liens, and to make sure my next business is not anything that anybody would want to regulate.
Shut your whore mouth, Mr. President.
Well then, you learned a lot. Just a "bit of perspective" story for you. A 20-something acquaintance was driving his newer recently purchased vehicle during a light snowstorm just before Christmas. He was of course driving too fast for the conditions and he skidded through a stop sign and t-boned a lady going xmas shopping. Both cars were totalled. Both people walked away relatively unhurt. The 20 something was upset about the vehicle...insurance paid off the bank except for about $1000 and no extra money saved for a new vehicle. Old payments plus insurance were in the $500 mo. range. There are no prospects for work in his construction field right now and given the economy, things don't appear all that promising. The fact of the matter is that the totalling of his ride has given him an opportunity to be out from under debt that he would soon not be able to pay. And, unemployment gives him a bit of something to perhaps investigate other regions. It actually kinda worked out. Just a sense your story may have a similar benefit.
Just out of curiosity... in what region do you live and what do you think about Ron Paul?
I live in the upper midwest in a city about 22,000 people. I'm a Goldwater fan, so of course I love Ron Paul.
Shut your whore mouth, Mr. President.
Well, it's a pretty humbling experience, but I feel pretty good about the future. I'm a smart fella, and I already know how to make money, which is half the battle. And I have a better-than-average social network, so short-term "fuck!", long-term not so bad.
Shut your whore mouth, Mr. President.
Freedom*Peace*Prosperity
#2. To: Indrid Cold (#0)
You appear to be a major trouble maker...and I'm getting really pissed. - GoldiLox, 7/27/2006
#3. To: Indrid Cold (#0)
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#4. To: FormerLurker (#2)
George W, Bush, 3/13/02 http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2002/03/20020313-8.html
#5. To: Indrid Cold (#0)
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#6. To: lodwick (#1)
#7. To: Indrid Cold (#0)
Was this even real? "No, I’m not on drugs."
#8. To: lodwick (#1)
#9. To: Ferret Mike (#5)
#10. To: Indrid Cold (#0)
she tried to quell her tears and sobbed, "I’m sorry...it’s...they touched my breasts
#11. To: Priscilla7 + (#3)
#12. To: Ferret Mike (#5)
George W, Bush, 3/13/02 http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2002/03/20020313-8.html
#13. To: angle (#9)
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#14. To: Indrid Cold (#0)
FLASHBACK
George W, Bush, 3/13/02 http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2002/03/20020313-8.html
#15. To: Artisan (#12)
I took that demonic agency to court and won 2 yrs ago., in L.A. County.
#16. To: angle (#15)
George W, Bush, 3/13/02 http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2002/03/20020313-8.html
#17. To: Ferret Mike (#13)
The people she befriended actually did not like her because Texas, her home state is very unpopular here. They were also not happy at seeing another forest activist migrate here.
#18. To: Artisan (#14)
#19. To: Indrid Cold, *Jack-Booted Thugs* (#0)
Later I found out that in addition to touching her swollen breasts – to protect the American citizenry – the employee had asked that she lift up her shirt. Not behind a screen, not off to the side – no, right there, directly in front of the hundred or so passengers standing in line. And for you women who’ve been pregnant and worn maternity pants, you know how ridiculous those things look. "I felt like a clown," my wife told me later. "On display for all these people, with the cotton panel on my pants and my stomach sticking out. When I sat down I just lost my composure and began to cry. That’s when you walked up."
I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.-T Jefferson
#20. To: Priscilla7 + (#3)
I just realized that this was a linked article written in 2002.
#21. To: angle (#8)
I noticed that the killing of the 6 people (police and city council) this past week has not been a big news story.
#22. To: Indrid Cold (#21)
#23. To: Indrid Cold (#21)
#24. To: angle (#23)
in what region do you live and what do you think about Ron Paul?
#25. To: angle (#22)
Just a sense your story may have a similar benefit.
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