It's kind of sad, but, damn, cops once again prove themselves to be as gun happy/whacko as Virginia Tech's Cho the Shooter, in this case the New York State Troopers that just burned a young white boy at the stake for, and the kid was preaccused all over the press and then adjudged by the cops, being a copkiller! And, yes, he was stopped at a filling station, and, yes, he had stolen a van, and, yes, he was armed, and, yes, as he fled that scene he did fire his weapon at the cops, wounding two, I believe--then he fled to an old farmhouse--ironically owned by an ex-cop and this guy had that house loaded with an alarm system that alerted the cops the minute this kid, Travis, I think his name was, broke into the place--it was closed up until summer.
So the NYHP raced to this farmhouse, you know, in dozens of black SUVs with their blue and red lights violently flare-flashing and their sirens wailing [seems like you'd want to sneak up on the "suspect" in this situation, wouldn't you?]--it was all caught on teevee--we watched it as it happened here in the Big Apple--and they jumped out of those SUVs with their guns a blazin'--blasting away full force like good dumb cops--not only now obviously shooting one of their own in the back but also firing teargas canisters into this old house and soon the whole damn house was ablaze a la David Koresh and the Branch Davidians in Waco, Texas, back when Janet Reno was roasting nutjob religio-sociopaths and their innocent, naive, scared followers, and these enthusiastic cops burned this old farmhouse clean down and they made sure they roasted everything moving or otherwise within that house including poor old scared-shitless in dead trouble Travis--leaving poor old white Travis black as the Ace of Spades to boot--burnt to such a crisp even his mother would say "sweep that up and throw that it in the ash bin, it can't be my boy." So Travis wasn't a cop killer after all, though the trooper's fellow cops were, but, hell, it don't matter, the Repugnicans are hollering for the DEATH PENALTY to be enforced--none of the "Let's Kill 'em All" dudes (politicians) can show you where killing cop killers ever stop cops from getting killed--also, would I be wrong in assuming the cops kill more innocent citizens every year that citizens kill them--would that be a fair guess? You'll notice in the report below from Yahoo News the reporter makes sure you know Travis did shoot the dead trooper, too, though his shot didn't kill him. Cops are so dumb. They are such bumblers. They won't bumble when Bush puts them in brown shirts and teaches 'em how to goosestep.
Trooper David C. Brinkerhoff, a member of the force's elite mobile response team, was shot in a gunfight Wednesday as he and other troopers went into a Catskill-area farmhouse where the armed suspect had holed up.
Although the suspect, Travis Trim, shot Brinkerhoff, "the fatal wound was made by a .223 (caliber) tactical round that was believed to have been fired by an MRT member," said acting State Police Superintendent Preston Felton.
[From Yahoo News]
These troopers use "Kill or be killed" as their motto same as Bush's Great Amurican US Army that's getting its butt mortally kicked in Iraq as I type this--though goofball nutjobs like John McCain swear otherwise--old Viet-Vet John is now officially a presidential candidate (he'll take home a couple'a million for his own use out of this I'm sure)--how 'bout the cojones on this old Bircher-Right-Winger; what gall this John "the Captured Captain" McCain has--"Bomb, bomb, bomb Iran"--god-damn he's a funny son of a bitch, too, isn't he? Any of you Iraqis laughin' at this goon? You Repugnicans love that kind of humor, though, and believe me, they've used it on old scrambled-brain John, too, don't ya just know it! You might better NOT laugh at old John; anybody know what kind of weapons collector he is?--check out that bunker out there at his Phoenix mansion--could he produce a Virginny-bought Glock on the floor of Congress, say in a fit of sociopathic antiheroic rage? Watch out! I'm giving you a profile of true terrerists--scary sons of bitches, including one woman, Condo-Leasing Rice, and, wow, she's a scary bitch; she looks like Unka Dick's "woodpile" daughter--sorry, using woodpile in that sense is very racist of me--but, damn, check Condi out--especially look in her eyes, then flash over and look in Unka Dick's eyes--the same expression; but then, Georgie Porgie Puddin' Pie, our Little Spoiled Rich Brat Son of a Wimp Great Deadly Military Leader and Decisionmaking Fool Genius "president," has that look, too. Oh, Jeez, could Georgie be Unka Dick's love son? Mammy Babs?--sonny boy looks more like mommy than he looks like daddy...er-ah, heh-heh, I'm jokin', folks, please--like Imus, this is humor, dammit; laugh; except don't laugh at the seriousness of what I'm cartooning--the seriousness of the dilemma these failed losers have gotten us into--these Neo-Cons (New Con Artists), with their backwards and very pompous attitudes of Permanent War Is Godlike with the same intentions Goebbels had when he started the War Is Good, "perpetual" war that is, BS to get the Germans to produce--and those Good Germans produce--using a slave labor, too, right? the Jews were cheap labor--those who could produced, produced, those who couldn't--off to the showers with 'em!--cheap f-ing labor was necessary for the Aryans to prove they were the superpeople of Evolution--and Hitler did make monkeys out of the Germans, except Monkeys turned out to be the smarter of the two.
By the way, our US Immigration situation right this minute has Halliburton, the Dubai Corporation, building concentration camps along the US border with Mexico--there currently is a round-up going on in this country of Mexican immigrants--this pompous-ass government militaristic agency that calls itself ICE (Immigration Compliance Enforcement, I think it means) makes surprise attacks on schools, places of employment, and the private homes of Mexican workers whether legal or illegal, and they break into your home and haul you and your family off--or they raid your place of employment and drag you off your job and then haul you off--or they wait outside schools until Mexican mothers come to pick up their kids and they bust the mothers and haul them off--totally inhumanely in these latter cases as these mothers are rounded up and hauled away no matter how many children they have with them and that includes even babies sucking at their breasts--these ICE dudes and Amazon babes rip those babies away from those mothers and haul the mothers away anyway--haul them away to where?--to private-company-run "immigration detention centers" (read: Concentration Camps)--and, of course, since it's Unka Dick's true home state as well as Bush Baby's also-adopted home state (he even lies about being a Texan), a hell of a lot of these hellholes are in Texas, which will soon be a hellhole when the hottest summer on record hits there later this year--one of these concentration camps is at Reynosa, Texas--it's a huge tent city surrounded by barbed wire fences and towers guarded by private security guards carrying military-type weapons. They put young kids 5 and 6 year olds in these concentration camps as illegal aliens--locking them in solitary as they await deportation back to Mexico, even though some of these 5 and 6 year olds are American citizens since they were born in the USA.
And by the bye, you'll be happy to know none of these employers who employ these illegal aliens when ICE raids these plants and hauls these people away have anything done to them--except maybe they get a cash-under-the-table reward for aiding and abetting ICE in these horrible Nazi-like raids and imprisoning of a heroic and stoic people who risk their very lives to come to this country to work long enough to make what to them could be their life's fortune--getting here and getting a good job is like hitting the lottery to a Mexican and his family--think of the bravery of these people--los cojones on these brave Mexicans--crossing one of the meanest deserts in the world, the Sonoran Desert, to get to, of all places, NOGALES! Arizona--holy shit--they reach the US dehydrated, almost dead, those that do make it--several hundred of them die and become a buzzard's dinner in that Sonoran Desert do to neglect by the Border Patrol--who truly wish they could pop off these stinking bastards as they try to sneak across that long and in some places desolate border.
Bush's solution in Arizona is the same one he's now employing in Baghdad--building a huge concrete fence for a jillion miles--"There," he boasts with pompous glee, "that'll keep 'em out, the pachuco bastards!!"
White people hate Mexicans you know--it goes way back in White American history--it involves land--as we all should know, Mexico used to be bigger than it is now--it used to extend further north than it does today--much farther north and out west, too--it included all of California, Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, Wyoming--Texas. White Texans are really scared of Mexicans--that's why White Texans act so "gringo" when they're around Mexicans--they're really making fun of them--the Frito Bandito mentality--Fritos, by the way, are a natural-born Texas food product--Fritos--from San Antonio. My mother could make the best Frito pie you've ever hoisted into your feedbag--Frito pie is made same as a regular pie with a bottom crust made with a layer of Frito chips, crushed and mashed, and covering the bottom of a Pyrex pie dish. Next you put a layer of good meaty 5-alarm chili--I like Wick Fowler brand "5 Alarm" Chili-makin's with chopped sirloin with some chorizos blended in for some pork flavoring. I met old Wick once--and Frank X. Tolbert, too, at a Chili Cook Off down in Terlingua, Texas, one time when I was a tassle-headed kid-- and I liked old Wick, thought he was a funny man, and I especially liked Wick's costume and the fact he said he put armadillo meat in the particular chili he had entered in the contest the day I met him.
So after a layer of chili, then you add a layer of queso de el raton --Texans call it Longhorn cheese, but it's actually what we also called "rat cheese"--because it was only fit for rat traps, as my dad used to say as he whittled off chunks of the grainy cheese with his Imperial Cracked Ice pocket knife from a big wheel of rat cheese we always seemed to have in the larder. And, yes, I've heard my mother call my dad a rat a couple'a times in my life.
Then you put another layer of chili on top of the layer of rat cheese and then you put a layer of crushed Fritos over the top of all that, pressing it down firmly over the last layer of chili, like you put a pie crust top on say an apple pie or a chicken pot pie--on top of this top crust you put a layer of rat cheese with some onions, tomatoes, and jalapeno peppers chopped up spread around over the cheese and then you put that in the oven and bake it at 350 degrees until the cheese and peppers on top the pie are bubbling and golden browned. Watch out for heart attacks as you gulp this down by the tablespoons, but it's worth the risk. A true Texas-Texian culinary dish. Such a shame. I love Mexicans; I love Mexico--though now they don't love me down there anymore--not now thanks to this disgusting guy who calls himself a Great Decider and is leading the only country I know as my own over the brink and into oblivion.
thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler
Nikki Giovanni Is a Hokie!
One of the striking aspects of a university renowned for football, engineering and agricultural studies was that Virginia Tech is the academic home of poet Nikki Giovanni. Once known as the "Princess of Black Poetry," Giovanni has for four decades written uncompromising works about civil rights and Black Power, revolution and sexuality. In the books Black Feeling, Black Talk (1968), Black Judgment (1968) and recent works about hip-hop and her ordeals with cancer, she has written the kind of jagged poetry that agitates the comfortable. She is a 63-year-old woman with a tattoo that reads "Thug Life" in honor of Tupac Shakur. She is also a part of Hokie Nation. (And had the gunman as a student). A shard of comfort in this horrid ordeal was hearing Giovanni speak in the convocation that followed the massacre. Giovanni had the generosity and dexterity to draw on both her politics and the Hokie's football chants to bring the crowd to their feet. (This shouldn't be too surprising. A little research shows that she wrote a piece in her 2007 book Acolytes about a "grandmother's strong support for Virginia Tech Hokies football.") Here is a transcript of her poem: "We are Virginia Tech. We are sad today, and we will be sad for quite a while. We are not moving on, we are embracing our mourning. We are Virginia Tech.... We are brave enough to bend to cry, and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again. We are Virginia Tech. We do not understand this tragedy. We know we did nothing to deserve it, but neither does a child in Africa dying of AIDS, neither do the invisible children walking the night away to avoid being captured by the rogue army, neither does the baby elephant watching his community be devastated for ivory...neither does the Appalachian infant killed in the middle of the night in his crib in the home his father built with his own hands being run over by a boulder because the land was destabilized. No one deserves a tragedy. We are Virginia Tech. The Hokie Nation embraces our own and reaches out with open heart and hands to those who offer their hearts and minds. We are strong, and brave, and innocent and unafraid. We are better than we think and not quite what we want to be. We are alive to the imaginations and the possibilities we will continue to invent the future through our blood and tears and through all this sadness. We are the Hokies. We will prevail. We will prevail. We will prevail. We are Virginia Tech." This was followed by the entire auditorium, the tears running freely and without shame, chanting "Let's Go Hokies" while Giovanni pumped her fists to the skies. A mother of a Virginia Tech senior wrote about this on her blog. "I listened to poet Nikki Giovanni at the Convocation read 'We Are Virginia Tech' and thought that some listeners must have thought it odd for a poet to talk about "We are Hokies." I would have thought the same before my son started Tech. I associated Hokies with sports, especially football, and the overwhelming volume of fans at the stadium. But it is more than that. When the students chanted 'Let's Go Hokies' or just the word 'Hokie,' that too must have seemed odd, perhaps irreverent, to some given the circumstances. It absolutely was not that." No, it was not. Soon thereafter, the No. 1 Hokie Michael Vick came forward to donate money to help with funeral costs and other support services and said, "When tragic things like this happen, families have enough to deal with, and if I can help in some small way, that's the least I can do." Their coach, favorite son Frank Beamer, has also come forward to say, "We're going to beat this thing. We're going to overcome. This one guy isn't going to dictate how we're going to feel." Frank Beamer and Nikki Giovanni. Two peas in a pod. Who woulda thunk it? |
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