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Saturday, August 21, 2010
Finally, someone has captured my essence.
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Parents call cops for help with their 90-lb teenage son, who is having a schizophrenic episode. Three heroes show up, repeatedly tase and tackle 90-lb kid. Then one says "We don't have time for this," shoots him dead
More proof that being innocent and in your own home minding your business is now a crime...if the cops fuck up and are morons. Which are not good odds for you...
Snowden's email provider shows the class the U.S. Government does not have by shutting down operations and refusing to cave in to "security" demands for email records. Wow. Americans who remember that there's a Constitution. Wish the people who supposedly work for us could remember that. You go, Lavamail. You go F yourself, NSA.
Should you happen upon police being abusive --not all that improbable anymore-- these are the laws for recording them. Despite what they might tell you. Remember, it's their duty to harass you; not tell you the truth.
A map of botched police raids, in case you think I'm cherry-picking rare incidents. Fortunately, these did not all involve fatalities. Though frankly, they probably don't care.
Trigger happy LAPD cops cost city $4.2 million after shooting up Latino mom and daughter mistaking them for enormous black rogue cop. Good eye! "To serve, protect, and riddle innocent bystanders with bullets."
"...need to get rid of these men boys with their toys," says 70-year-old widow whose husband was murdered by police on a raid on the wrong house. Officers suspended with pay. Says Chief, " the two policemen were not at fault." Hmmmm. Bet if a policeman had got shot somebody would be at fault.
"No questions, Ma'am. I'm a policeman. Just shake your tits around, please, or I'll have to run you in."
Police kill family dog. "Just get another one."
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