My dog told me to reply angrily to this post, but he can't even read, so what does he know?Originally Posted by Joe in PNG
My dog told me to reply angrily to this post, but he can't even read, so what does he know?
Getting my chuckles watching the people on my social media feeds decry this guy as a loner, crazy, deranged, non-representative, whatever...when if he'd had slightly swarthy skin and an even vaguely Levantine name, they'd have mocked any reporter who said the same things about him.
Police up your own whackos, people. You know, like you keep telling others to do?
Last edited by Tamara; 05-28-2017 at 03:41 PM.
One of the deceased went to the same very small college I attended. I actually recall meeting him many years ago when I went back to visit. Seemed like a very nice guy.
Terrible. What an awful way to die. RIP.
Amen
Last edited by Nephrology; 05-28-2017 at 04:02 PM.
Racists and supremacists of any stripe are vermin and a blight on humanity. There are plenty of valid reasons worth hating people for.
Accident of birth and nationality isn't one of them, imho.
Last edited by blues; 05-28-2017 at 04:05 PM.
There's nothing civil about this war.
Whenever law-abiding, self-responsible, community-minded self defense enthusiasts shit the bed, I'm on it.
This does remind me of a story, since I briefly went to school in North Idaho, back before the lawsuits bankrupted Butler and the Aryans. So, the "tactical pistol" guys of the time and place were centered around "paladin" matches, and bowling pin shoots. A couple of Saturdays a month, the local club--spearheaded and energized by Rob Leahy, of Simply Rugged Holster fame, would organize some sort of pistol match along those lines and dozens and dozens of people would come out to shoot. I was friends with Rob, and I was always willing to pitch in and do what I could to help out.
One fine Saturday afternoon, a couple of young college-age guys show up for the match sporting their Aryan Nation colors. I'm immediately pulled aside by a professor friend of mine (jewish) who is obviously not pleased, commenting that guys like that were the whole reason he got into shooting and went to LFI in the first place. I told him we'd get on it, and I went over to Rob and gave him the scoop. Rob didn't miss a beat, he just picked up a clipboard, flipped the paper over and hastily scrawled a number list on it--putting a few of our names on the list to start, and walked straight over to the guys, clipboard in hand.
It wasn't long before they were gone, and Rob was back. "What did you tell them?" I asked. "Nothing. I welcomed them to the match and passed them the clipboard, telling them that we were taking sign ups for the club yarmulke order; only 20 bucks, and they'd be in..."
Thankfully at least folks here are colorblind and would have dropped the fucker regardless. Shame no one on that train did to save some folks.
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Here's the survivor recovering. Who gives a shit about the dickhead criminal?
What these guys did took courage, and I respect that. I just can't help thinking that this is an example of why relying on your social contract to keep you safe doesn't work.
The purest of intentions created murder victims. The only thing that's guaranteed to solve violence is greater, more effective violence.
People'd do well to accept that.
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I could not care less about a dickhead criminal.
I care about the victims, and also about people who claim that said dickhead criminal is somehow related to me, and an indication of what I believe and how I will act.
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