The original unfounded reasons NFL players are protesting

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Trayvon Martin or Mike Brown or Sandra Bland or Sean Bell or Eric Garner or Tamir Rice or Walter Scott are examples of why NFL players are protesting White police brutality of African American’s…

1) Travon Martin: was not killed by a police officer

2) Mike Brown: was not murdered by a police officer…H e was shot by the officer in self-defense

3) Sandra Brown: committed suicide by hanging herself with a plastic garbage bag…She was pulled over for a traffic violation and became abusive kicking the state trouper…The trouper was not responsible for her death…

4) Sean Bell: On the night of his death, Bell was hosting a bachelor party at Club Kalua, a strip club that was being investigated by undercover police over accusations that the owners fostered prostitution. The New York Post reported that Joseph Guzman had an argument with a man outside the bar, and threatened to get a gun. One of Bell’s friends reportedly said, “Yo, get my gun,” as they left the club. Thinking a shooting was about to take place, an African American plain-clothes officer named Gescard Isnora followed Bell and his companions. He alerted his backup team, who confronted Bell and his companions outside. According to Isnora, he “held out his badge, identified himself as a police officer, and ordered the driver to stop”. Instead, Bell accelerated the car, striking Isnora, and then collided with an unmarked police minivan. Isnora said he thought he saw Guzman reach for a gun. He yelled a warning to the other policemen, and they opened fire on the car. Five policemen joined in, firing about 50 bullets into Bell’s car.
Witness accounts of the event conflict with the account provided by police. According to Joseph Guzman, the plain clothes detectives never identified themselves as they approached with their weapons drawn. According to the New York Daily News, witnesses claimed the officers failed to warn Bell before opening fire, beginning to shoot as soon as they left their cars. A toxicology report showed that Bell was legally intoxicated at the time he was shot…

“Sean Bell brought the shooting on himself…He ran down a Black police officer with his car, which is assault with a deadly weapon, he was drunk…He was not murdered by a police officer he was shot to keep him from assaulting other officers….”

5) Eric Garner: 6’3″ 350 lb. NYPD officers approached Garner on suspicion of selling “loosies” (single cigarettes) from packs without tax stamps. After Garner told the police that he was tired of being harassed and that he was not selling cigarettes, the officers went to arrest Garner. When officer Daniel Pantaleo tried to take Garner’s wrist behind his back, Garner pulled his arms away. Pantaleo then put his arm around Garner’s neck and took him down onto the ground. After Pantaleo removed his arm from Garner’s neck, he pushed the side of Garner’s face into the ground while four officers moved to restrain Garner, who repeated “I can’t breathe” eleven times while lying facedown on the sidewalk. After Garner lost consciousness, officers turned him onto his side to ease his breathing. Garner remained lying on the sidewalk for seven minutes while the officers waited for an ambulance to arrive. The officers and EMTs did not perform CPR on Garner at the scene; according to a spokesman for the PBA, this was because they believed that Garner was breathing and that it would be improper to perform CPR on someone who was still breathing. He was pronounced dead at the hospital approximately one hour later. Garner had been arrested by the NYPD more than thirty times since 1980 on charges such as assault, resisting arrest, and grand larceny. According to an article in the New York Times many of these arrests had been for allegedly selling unlicensed cigarettes. In 2007, he filed a handwritten complaint in federal court accusing a police officer of conducting a cavity search of him on the street, “digging his fingers in my rectum in the middle of the street” while people passed by. Garner had, according to The New York Times, “recently … told lawyers at Legal Aid that he intended to take all the cases against him to trial”. At the time of the incident, he was out on bail for selling untaxed cigarettes, driving without a license, marijuana possession, and false impersonation.

” Garner had been arrested 30 times, he was out on bail for; driving without a license, possession, and false impersonation; a scofflaw…He was an extremely large man who was resisting arrest, and would be alive today if he was an innocent African American just walking down the street; he brought his death to him…

6) Tamir Rice: A man called 911 to report that a “guy with a gun” is pointing it at people at Cudell Recreation Center.

The man was calm and told dispatcher Constance Hollinger that the person pointing the gun was “probably a juvenile” and that the gun is “probably fake.”

Hollinger relayed the call to dispatcher Beth Mandl. She sent Garmback and his trainee, Loehmann, his trainee, to Cudell. They were on patrol and were the closest available officers to investigate. Garmback, behind the wheel of the cruiser, drove toward Cudell. Loehmann, who’s been on the force for less than a year, sat in the passenger seat.

The problem was that dispatchers didn’t tell Loehmann and Garmback that Tamir might be a child and that the gun might be fake. Mandl told Cuyahoga County Sheriff’s Department investigators that she was not aware original caller said those things. As the cruiser stopped, Tamir reached into his right waistband and pulled out the replica gun.
Loehmann got out of the cruiser and fired his service weapon twice at close range. Loehmann said he shouted warnings to Tamir to drop his firearm, but the whole interaction lasted less than two seconds.

The city, since this shooting, has worked with the U.S. Justice Department and an independent monitor to re-draft how officers use force and try to de-escalate situations. While the new policies still leave officers a lot of discretion, it also says officers must take every step necessary to avoid using violence before using a weapon.

“A sad heartbreaking event, but I must make the point that Tamir was not shot because he was an African American…Also he was 5’7” and weighted 190 lbs.

7) Walter Scott: At 9:30 a.m., April 4, 2015, in the parking lot of an auto parts store at 1945 Remount Road,[20] Slager stopped Scott for a non-functioning third brake light.[21] Scott was driving a 1991 Mercedes, and, according to his brother, was headed to the auto parts store when he was stopped.[22] The video from Slager’s dashcam shows him approaching Scott’s car, speaking to Scott, and then returning to his patrol car. Scott exited his car and fled with Slager giving chase on foot. A toxicology report showed that Scott had cocaine and alcohol in his system at the time of his death.

“There is not one iota of evidence the officer shot Scott because he was African American…The major question is why did Scott run?

I must conclude their protests are therefore unfounded…”

CLOWNS STILL HAVE JOBS

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Most folks recall Nancy Pelosi telling the local elected officials assembled that Congress “[has] to pass the bill so you can find out what’s in it, away from the fog of controversy.” Although Democrats claim, her statement was taken out of context, the framework of the entire comment drips with Demo-speak.
Last night, and into today, Democrats stalled voting on a new healthcare bill by making a clerk read the entire bill, page by page.
The best writers of satire could not have contrived the absolute irony of this request. The hypocrisy of the Democratic Party glows brighter than a carbon arc light at a Wal-Mart opening. Ringling Brothers may have taken down their tent but clowns still have jobs as members of the Democratic Congress…

PELOSI PIFFLE

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To quote a recent comment by Nancy Pelosi:”We don’t wear our religion on our sleeve” is an interesting remark from a Roman Catholic who supports abortion and same-sex marriage…To wear on one’s sleeve means to express an emotion, belief, or stance overtly and make it an important part of one’s public life…This seems perfectly normal for Christians…She also said; “Democrats are people of faith and Republicans prey on the American people”…First of all this women plays the same word game taught to other Liberals, the inclusive ALL…When you make a naked reference to 100 million folks, without quantifying it you have said all…The remark, all Republicans prey on the American people, teeters on the insane…Judge not in the Biblical sense requires the component of condemnation, and let me be very clear; I am judging her…She is a public figure demeaning Christianity via hypocrisy…”The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.” (Psa. 37:30)… As to Republicans duping the American people Pelosi shines a very bright light on her hypocrisy…”You can keep your doctor” is the poster expression of preying on the American people…”You must sign Obama care without reading it” runs a close second…Folks, the depth of moral depravity that the existing leaders of the Democratic party (yes i mean all) have sunk to is unprecedented in my lifetime and for that matter in American history…Enter President Trump; drain the swamp!

THE SHIP OF MADNESS

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THE SHIP OF MADNESS

 

Obama has left a trail, which a Boy Scout could follow, of data proving his disdain, and hatred for Israel. If and when all the latent underhanded knowledge of his administration becomes known prepare to be lighting struck. There is a strong under current, yet present, to convert our beloved Republic to Socialism. Democrat leaders, in my opinion, illustrate successful brainwashing enhanced by money lots of money. This solves their usage of insane commentary, which is so obviously contradictory. Hired gangs conduct the campus riots, rioting protesters are hired thugs. Do you not see this? Anarchy is contrived now in an attempt by Democrats to create havoc. They lost, therefore foot stomping until shoes wear out is not enough. We are now merely seeing the tip of an iceberg, and it is going to get worse. Dynamic leadership of Americans, who no longer accept the attempted destruction of this great nation, will sink their ship of madness …Be strong America, and place your faith in Our Lord Jesus

 

 

John Has a Church Nearby

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John Has a Church Nearby

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D. Edwin Burbee

The road stretching in front of me, its distance grinding down the will to continue is causing hypnotic staring. A plume of red dust, with hues of brown, flour like in texture arrive in my face curbing the distant gaze. Thick wooded pines, like soldiers at attention, stand guard on my right. To the left, fields of weeds appearing as uncombed hair wandering to the horizon speak words inside my head. This is desolation. But this is what you were longing for, isn’t it? Yes it is. I am an alcoholic with 3 months of sobriety. Backpacking in the Adirondack Mountains, retreating from everyone and everything is crucial. Without calluses on my feelings, once numbed with whiskey, being alone keeps sanity tight and close. My name is Ernie.

Thirty-one is too young for a drunkard, I told myself. It is not really a problem, I told myself…Lies, all lies! I took my first drink at six never stopping until May of this year. Every member of my immediate family was alcoholic; may they rest in peace. It is not their fault; “in the blood” says my AA sponsor. The search for an answer brings my distortion to this empty yet beautiful place. What am I looking for? That is mysterious. Pushing me forward is a compelling power, seeking insight just around a distant curve of path. I am a living puzzle, the 1,000 piece size, born containing 999.

The Tongue Mountain Range trail was my choice with lean-tos for overnight camping. The down side is timber rattlers; these are large snakes some approaching five feet. The upside is they are a great source of protein; The Ruger SP101, on my belt, is loaded with snake shot for that purpose. Seeing an unoccupied lean-to in the distance, I stop to set up camp.

Removing my backpack, I hear the sound of footsteps, the voice of a women behind shouts “stopping for a break”.

“Yes, where did you come from”?

I’ve been following you for miles”, she replied. Odd, I thought; wonder why I never saw her? “Are you heading for Brown Mountain, My names Vicky”?

“I’m Ernie; Vicky was my mother’s name, what are the chances”?

“Must be karma”, she quipped.

“Actually, I don’t know where I’m headed, how about you? She did not reply, only smiled.

Then she spoke, “The look on your face plus tone of voice tells me your walking away from somewhere, not to; am I correct”?

“Look, I’m just on a hike are you some kind of seer”?

“Never been called that before, but that’s fairly close” she responded.

“Close, close to what?”

“Ernie lets start a fire and I’ll brew up some tea”.

“OK Ms. Seer, but watch out for snakes”.

“Snakes stay away from me Ernie”.

Fire started and water set to boil we sat down on a log, she spoke first.

“What are you searching for”? Her voice is melodic and when she speaks, a profound peace overwhelms.

“A solution to a problem Vicky, I’m a drunk, been dry since May, seeking a cure or a way to live without booze; make sense?” She poked at the fire. Sparks winking in darkness compliment the unusual feeling of peace.

Pausing a moment, her tuneful voice plays; “inside of everyone’s soul is a door without a knob. Behind that door is a closet with a cloak hanging on a hook. Most think past this door an entire lifetime”.

“Vicky, how do I open this door”?

“You knock and it opens, then you put on the robe. To tap on the door is accomplished by praying the sinner’s prayer”.

“Vicky, what are you some sort of minister”? Again, no reply just a smile.

Alright, what is the robe or cloak for”?

“It is the robe of forgiveness, a complete pardon awaits anyone who knocks and asks the Almighty One to forgive all past sins. Donning the robe marks you as His, gifting eternal life. But the road to life forever is strait not impassable; The Great Spirit will guide you, for you are no longer alone”. Reaching out she placed a stone in my hand. “What is this”, I inquire, and “it feels warm”.

“Ernie this is for you, it is syenite a form of granite. Keep it forever as a reminder of this moment. John has a church nearby, all your answers are there”.

“John, John who”?

She stood placing her hand on my shoulder, “John the Baptist”.

“This Church, how do I find it”?

“Just walk you’ll see…just walk”.

Opening the side flap on my backpack I placed the stone inside. “Thank you Vicky, would you like another cup of tea? Vicky”? She was gone! Looking up and down the trail there was no sign of her; vanishing almost instantly without a sound.

Sitting back down on the log, I begin to cry. Flowing tears of sorrow breach the dam of resentment. Manacles of memories melt instilling peace. The queen of sleep reintroduces herself; drifting, drifting then suddenly sunrise.

At daylight, I leave the lean-to and begin to walk, following an off-shoot path. There is not a thought as to direction, walking excitedly, and just placing one foot in front of the other. When the sun is high, a church steeple comes into view. Reaching the building I read the name, “Fellowship Baptist“.

The Minister greets me at the door. “What can I do for you”?

“I want to pray the sinner’s prayer and be saved” The words come out without thinking.

“At this time, you are exactly where you’re supposed to be, follow me”, he directed.

That was 34 years ago. Sobriety and the Great Spirit live within. The syenite rock is still in my pocket. I now know that Vicky is my Guardian Angel and one day we will meet again, only this time I will be wearing the cloak of forgiveness.

BRING BACK THE LIGHT

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Ever walk into a darkened restaurant on a bright sunny day? It takes awhile for your eyes to adjust…You need to get “use to it;”and that is what happened to many people; they became used to darkness…The darkness of Satan becomes normal over time…In the black ink of iniquity anything is acceptable…All matters of normal are altered to meet your lifestyle…If you have been saved, and accepted Jesus Christ as your savior then you have nothing to do with the new normal; nothing…PC is the roof over new normal…Inside is evil, where all forms of depravity hide…It is the complete absence of Jesus…America has gotten use to darkness…It wallows in sin…It is modern-day Sodom…Step out of the darkness into the waiting arms of Our Lord…A complete pardon awaits…Stop and define eternity, then ask yourself where would you rather spend it….

Self Gratification

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self gratification

Self gratification is as addictive as any drug…The more taken being directly proportional to the amount needed…The balloon of gratification, held by the user, can not be filled with an infinite amount of stuff; it eventually bursts sending the user crashing into reality…

REMEMBERING WALTER: APRIL 1939 – MARCH 2014

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Junior was his childhood name, which he disliked immensely. But this fact only became known
to me as an adult. Growing up together “Junior” taught this boy how to net butterflies, assemble an
aquarium and catch sunfish naming only a few. He was more than a cousin; he was my friend. He was a
multi-talented man with the greenest of thumbs. He could plant any seed, any time of the year and have
it sprout and grow into something beautiful.
My sister Ruth and I were his childhood actors. Walter would write and direct plays staring us.
This included costumes but never an audience. We would happily rehearse our parts over and over until
they met with the director’s approval.
I must admit he tried, unsuccessfully, to teach maturity to me, but my alcoholism would not
allow it.
I admired him immensely and never shared that fact. I cried today when hearing of his passing.
Walter Szczublewski was a gift to this world, and I know we will see each other again when I go to my
mansion in the sky. We shall net butterflies, grow beautiful things, and I will call him Walter.

NEW MATH AND THE CLOCK

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The following is an attempt to characterize the absence of logic, encapsulated in hatred, when ever a Progressive sits down with a Conservative…

Meeting in MSNBC’S green room are an anchor person,  Democrat and several network crew preparing for a prime time discussion. . The slightly perplexed anchor asks, “Great, my watch isn’t working, anybody have the time”? The Democrat replies, “its 2:45PM. “Thank you for the time check”. The Republican enters the room, “sorry for not arriving earlier but the cabby was stuck in traffic”. Turning to the Democrat the Republican says, “Got the time”? “Yeah its 7:18 AM”. “Why would you say that, I know it’s close to three”?
The Democrat’s facial expression changes from calm to glowering. “Now see, there you go questioning a perfectly logical statement. Everything you people look at is black or white. You are a judgmental idiot who lacks comprehension of time, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt your racist deep-seated hatred of Obama”!!  Quizzically, the Republican reacts: “What on Earth are you talking about”? With arrogance dripping from each word the Democrat spits an answer; “Do you expect me to explain what every child knows? I’m not wasting my time on the likes of you or your stupid Party”.
A crew member leans into the room, “it’s show time people”. The Democrat turns to the anchor and says, “Let’s go pal, it’s already 2:55”.

BALLISTIC COMPARISON TEST

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BALLISTIC COMPARISON TEST OF .177 LEAD “EXACT DIABOLO 8.44 GR. AND “RWS HYPER-VELOCITY 5.2 GR. SABOT

TWO GUNS WERE USED: #1) GAMO HUNTER WITH 3X9 BUSHNELL
#2) CROSMAN 357 CO2

PARAMETERS: DISTANCE                   25 YDS.
WEATHER                                              NO WIND
PENETRATION RESISTANT
TARGET MATERIAL 2 X 10 TREATED PINE

USING A LINEAR FORTH PROPORTION EQUATION WITH THE FOLLOWING PARAMETERS:

KV= KNOWN VELOCITY IN FPS
XV= UNKNOWN VELOCITY
DPD= DIABOLO PENETRATION DEPTH (IN CENTIMETERS)
SPD= SABOT PENETRATION DEPTH
APD= ADDITIONAL PENETRATION DEPTH: SPD – LPD
DELTA V= CHANGE IN VELOCITY

KNOWN VALUES: GUN #1) KV = 1000 FPS

GUN #2) KV = 445 FPS

CALIBER                                      = .177
LENGTH IN CM OF PELLET = 8
RESULTS USING LEAD 8.44 GR. GUN #1

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN 2 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

DPD    = 13 CM

RESULTS USING SABOT 5.2 GR. GUN #1

ACCURACY: NO NOTICEABLE CHANGE

DPD  = 21 CM   21 – 13 = APD OF 8

EQUATION:             XV: LPD = KV: APD
XV:  13    = 1000:  8
8XV = 13000
XV =   1625 FPS
1625 – 1000 = 625 FPS
625 DIVIDED BY 1000 X 100 = 62.5%

A SUBSTANTIAL INCREASE!!

WARNING….PELLET WILL NOT DEFORM, PASSING THROUGH SMALL GAME…ONLY ETHICAL SHOT IS HEAD SHOT

RESULTS USING LEAD 8.44 GR. GUN #2

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN AN 8 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

DPD = 2 CM

RESULTS USING SABOT 5.2 GR. GUN #2

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN A 2 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

A REMARKABLE INCREASE FOR A CO2 HAND GUN!!!

DPD = 8CM     8 CM – 2 = APD OF 6

EQUATION:          XV: LPD = KV: APD
XV:   8     = 445:   6
6 XV = 3569
XV = 593.3 FPS
593.3 – 445 = 148.3 FPS
148.3 DIVIDED BY 445 X 100 = 33.3%

AGAIN, A SIGNIFICANT INCREASE FOR A CO2 PISTOL

CONCLUSION: USING RWS SABOT PELLETS ACHIEVES A 33.3% INCREASE IN MUZZLE VELOCITY WITH ASTONISHING ACCURACY.

ADDITIONAL INCLUSION OF ENERGY:

GUN#1 = 8.44 GR. VELOCITY =1000 FPS… ENERGY = 18.75 FOOT POUNDS
“         = 5.2 GR.            “           = 1625 FPS…        “           =  30.5        “           “

GUN#2 = 8.44 GR.  VELOCITY = 445 FPS…ENERGY =   3.71   FOOT POUNDS
“        = 5.2   GR.           “           = 593 FPS… ENERGY =   4.07         “          “

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE RWS SABOT HYPER-VELOCITY PELLET.
HOWEVER AT $10 PER 200 COUNT THEY ARE A BIT COSTLY BUT NO LEAD MAKES THEM GREEN. IF YOU ARE USING A CO2 PELLET GUN THIS IS THE AMMO FOR YOU….