- Swamprat
*Bend Over, Here It Comes Again
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Probably a spy that didn't want to go to work that day
(Reuters) - A bomb threat forced the evacuation of a National Security Agency facility under construction in Utah on Monday but investigators found nothing suspicious, an FBI spokeswoman said.
The site for the spy agency is being built at Camp Williams, a military base just south of Salt Lake City. The Army Corps of Engineers is overseeing the project.FBI spokeswoman Deborah Bertram declined to say how the threat was received but said it led to an evacuation at the site.
FBI agents spent several hours at the site after the threat was received. "We found nothing suspicious," Bertram said.
U.S. officials have released few details on the purpose of the National Security Agency center.
The agency is in charge of collecting and analyzing foreign communications and protecting U.S. government communications and information systems.
SOURCE
Parents of the Year
In the silent footage from the laundromat's security camera, the dad scoops up the diaper-clad toddler, shoves him head first into the front-loading washer, and shuts the door. He and the mom seem amused at first, but panic quickly sets in when they realize that they can't get the washer door open. It's locked automatically, and the tot is trapped inside as the washer starts to run.
Did San Francisco move to me or what?
Are there not any normal people in this fucking world anymore?
I went to town this morning for a dental appointment and on the way back I stopped at my favorite gas station to fill up my tank. I usually hit that sucker at 4:45 AM but what the hell, I'm here now. The pump pay isn't working so I go stand in line to pay at the booth and in front of me stands a midget with a pink dachshund, a drunk that's so fucked up he's staggering in place and a black hooker with a crooked eyeball and no front teeth that's singing to herself. I'm the only one there for gas. The midget wants water for his dog, the drunk needs smokes and the hooker is working the line for business.
The drunk blows bacon into and all over the trash can, the pussy pink dog starts licking it up, the midget smiles and remarks something about not having to feed him tonight and the hooker grabbed my ass, all within about 5 seconds. I push the dog aside, kick the midget accidentally on purpose and slap the whore's hand away from my ass and check my wallet.
Fuck the circus, I'll go somewhere else for gas. This shit's getting too weird, even for me.
I went to town this morning for a dental appointment and on the way back I stopped at my favorite gas station to fill up my tank. I usually hit that sucker at 4:45 AM but what the hell, I'm here now. The pump pay isn't working so I go stand in line to pay at the booth and in front of me stands a midget with a pink dachshund, a drunk that's so fucked up he's staggering in place and a black hooker with a crooked eyeball and no front teeth that's singing to herself. I'm the only one there for gas. The midget wants water for his dog, the drunk needs smokes and the hooker is working the line for business.
The drunk blows bacon into and all over the trash can, the pussy pink dog starts licking it up, the midget smiles and remarks something about not having to feed him tonight and the hooker grabbed my ass, all within about 5 seconds. I push the dog aside, kick the midget accidentally on purpose and slap the whore's hand away from my ass and check my wallet.
Fuck the circus, I'll go somewhere else for gas. This shit's getting too weird, even for me.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Teacher to student: Talk shit about Obama and go to jail
Last Monday, a high school student in North Carolina engaged his social studies teacher in a heated debate about politics and the two leading presidential candidates. During the exchange, the teacher (an obvious Obama supporter) got very angry with the student and accused him of disrespecting the president. She even went so far as to tell the boy that he could be jailed for speaking ill of Obama.
Sarah Campbell of the Salisbury Post first reported on the story. She claims that the school district is not releasing the name of the teacher and that she is not responding to requests for public comment (although the two students identified her to the newspaper). According to Campbell’s story, the teacher will not be suspended or even face disciplinary action for what was heard on the recording. A statement from the school was released at the end of the week:
Sarah Campbell of the Salisbury Post first reported on the story. She claims that the school district is not releasing the name of the teacher and that she is not responding to requests for public comment (although the two students identified her to the newspaper). According to Campbell’s story, the teacher will not be suspended or even face disciplinary action for what was heard on the recording. A statement from the school was released at the end of the week:
“The Rowan-Salisbury School System expects all students and employees to be respectful in the school environment and for all teachers to maintain their professionalism in the classroom. This incident should serve as an education for all teachers to stop and reflect on their interaction with students. Due to personnel and student confidentiality, we cannot discuss the matter publicly.”Go HERE for more and video
A reader mentioned my tattoos.....
Tattoos, yeah, I got a few - fourteen, I think. Maybe more, I haven't counted them up lately. But I’ve been under the gun something like 22 or 23 times so I’ve had a bunch covered up, all of my original ones, as a matter of fact.
I got my first 3 in the army and don’t remember getting any of them done - I’d just wake up in the morning and there it was. It was magic, man. I probably would’ve appreciated it more if I hadn’t been so fucking hung over.
The first one was a KL over a cross on my right forearm, then there was the spider on my left because I built microwave towers. On my right bicep was the letters FTA (Fuck The Army) in big block letters. That one got a lot of attention, especially when we were doing PT in the morning. That motherfucker cost me lots of extra pushups not to mention the extra duty it earned me.
The spider was a fucked up deal right from the start. The “artist” must’ve been as fucked up as I was that night because it looked look like shit, but then about a week later I got in a bar fight and some motherfucker laid a blade across it and split it in an obvious attempt to fuck it up even further. It was almost like he aimed for it, you know? I’ll admit it was ugly, but damn man, that was uncalled for…….
After I got out of the army I started running with a crowd of ne’er-do-wells (no shit, a little old blue haired lady once called me that) and troublemakers, mostly comprised of ex and future convicts. We were into all kinds of shit, not as a group but individuals that hung out and partied together, but it ranged from selling weed and crank to extortion, robbery, debt collections, all kinds of neat shit. And before you get all outraged at the shit that we were into I’ll tell you this: We only fucked with people in our own world. If you were a citizen, you didn’t have shit to worry about.
I got sidetracked here.
Okay. All those fuckers had tattoos like mine - jailhouse tattoos, all blue ink and no colors. Colors were for girls. Men wore blue. Anyways, over the 8 or 10 years I was into the life, I ran across a bunch of guys that had just got out of the joint and would tattoo you for damned near nothing. I started getting that fucking spider covered with a dragon. I wanted something small but Chris was sweet on my sister so he kinda sorta went overboard. The fucking tattoo covers my entire forearm except the back, there’s some empty skin there. The tattoo took 12 hours over 3 days and cost me 20 bucks, an ounce of weed and a quart of Jack Daniels (PBUH) whiskey and was truly a work of art. All done single needle and extremely detailed. Not only that but he guaranteed it for life for any touch ups or repairs. It’s unfortunate that I’ve never been able to take him up on his offer seeing as he’s into 29 years of a 20 to life sentence for killing the Flores brothers for burglarizing his house.
Right in that same time frame I had some other shit done like an angel on my upper left arm and a Colt Firearms Rampant Colt tattooed on my inside right forearm. I can’t remember what else right off the top of my head.
Then I got out of the life and settled down and quit getting tattooed. I didn’t hang around with the old crowd anymore because there wasn’t anybody left to hang around. - motherfuckers were all either dead or locked up or running rehab halfway houses. Maybe one or two living under the 7th Street bridge, I don’t know.
After I married, my (ex) old lady was into getting tattooed so I got back into it again but this time in shops and paying shop prices which at the time was about 50 bucks an hour for custom work. I had a bunch of shit done then at a shop run by Good Time Charlie Cartwright (pretty well known in the tattooing world) a couple blocks from the house. We got discounts because my ex would run them down lemonade and fresh baked brownies and maybe even the occasional blow job.
I got a trio of roses to cover the demon that covered the FTA, I had my ex’s name done in fancy script, then the rose that covers my ex’s name, a POW/MIA bracelet, mirror image swallows on each pectoral muscle, text across my throat and side of my neck, my right forearm done up in Indian shit like a coyote howling at the moon which covered the Indian chief that covered the Colt, then a trio of feathers covering the KL and the cross and a thunderbird on the backside of the forearm, fuck, what else….. Oh yeah, a few years ago when everybody was getting those silly fucking tribal tattoos around the biceps? I got one too but mine ain’t tribal shit - I have a ring of skulls.
It seems like on all those tattoo shows everybody has a fucking special reason for that particular tattoo but I’ve gotten more than a few because “it would look fucking killer right there”.
I also try to consider placement. I don’t have a single fucking tattoo that can be seen with long sleeves and a collar. Nothing above the lower neck and nothing below the wrists. Gotta be clean looking for those job interviews and court dates, you know.
I never get a tattoo without thinking about it for 6 months. If after 6 months I still want it, I’ll do it. This accomplishes 2 things. It gives me a chance to think about it and it gives me time to save up the money for it. I never worry about the fucking designs - I let the artist handle that shit. When I did my feathers and coyote I actually went in for something else but me and Jay ended up getting really stoned before he got started and well, you know….. Say what you want about them skateboarders but they have some killer bud, man.
So no, I never bought into that shit about special meanings. Granted, all my tattoos represent different stages of my life, or different lives I should say, but out of all of them there are only three that mean anything at all to me.
The POW/MIA bracelet for an incredibly brave man that gave everything for his government only to be abandoned by it at the end of the war. SFC Jerry M. Shriver, USSF. Google him. I used to wear his bracelet in his memory but I went through so many of the motherfuckers I just gave up and tattooed it on.
The script on the side of my neck reads Psalm 91:5 which is “Thou shall not fear the terror by night nor the arrow that flies by day”. In other words, walk in fear of no motherfucker. God’s got my back, man. Of course, if I get my dumb ass killed because I didn’t listen to him and stepped over the line, well then that’s a lick on me. I should’ve listened to God when he was whispering “Naw, don’t be getting fucking stupid now, stud…..” But that tattoo is a constant reminder of His protection - as long as I don’t get fucking stupid.
The script just under my throat, right below where somebody’s going to have to give me a tracheotomy when I get shot, are the words Opera Non Verba which is latin for Deeds Not Words. In other words, put up or shut the fuck up. Show me the cash, motherfucker. Stand and Deliver. Talk’s cheap. You get the idea.
Those are the tattoos that mean something and all three of them are in a place where I can see and reflect on them at least a couple times a day.
I am getting the urge for a new tattoo and I’m thinking about the Minuteman, something along those lines to represent the Cause that I’ll die for. Something unmistakable, something that will brand me a Patriot by everybody that sees it.
And a cute story to end this post:
About 20 years ago my little sister/niece was about 4 years old and snuggled up with me reading Guns & Ammo and asked me “Uncle Ken, why do you have all those tattoos messing up your arms?”
I looked into that little girls’ innocent eyes, the eyes of a tender babe that was so loved and surrounded by family that would die for her. The eyes of a girl that looked up to me and loved me for being me.
“Because Babygirl, the more I look like I’m ready to kick the living shit out of somebody, the less often I actually have to do it.”
“Oh. Okay.” She went back to identifying which was a revolver and which was an automatic for me while Pops was in his chair laughing and Mom was having a fucking cow in the kitchen.
I got my first 3 in the army and don’t remember getting any of them done - I’d just wake up in the morning and there it was. It was magic, man. I probably would’ve appreciated it more if I hadn’t been so fucking hung over.
The first one was a KL over a cross on my right forearm, then there was the spider on my left because I built microwave towers. On my right bicep was the letters FTA (Fuck The Army) in big block letters. That one got a lot of attention, especially when we were doing PT in the morning. That motherfucker cost me lots of extra pushups not to mention the extra duty it earned me.
The spider was a fucked up deal right from the start. The “artist” must’ve been as fucked up as I was that night because it looked look like shit, but then about a week later I got in a bar fight and some motherfucker laid a blade across it and split it in an obvious attempt to fuck it up even further. It was almost like he aimed for it, you know? I’ll admit it was ugly, but damn man, that was uncalled for…….
After I got out of the army I started running with a crowd of ne’er-do-wells (no shit, a little old blue haired lady once called me that) and troublemakers, mostly comprised of ex and future convicts. We were into all kinds of shit, not as a group but individuals that hung out and partied together, but it ranged from selling weed and crank to extortion, robbery, debt collections, all kinds of neat shit. And before you get all outraged at the shit that we were into I’ll tell you this: We only fucked with people in our own world. If you were a citizen, you didn’t have shit to worry about.
I got sidetracked here.
Okay. All those fuckers had tattoos like mine - jailhouse tattoos, all blue ink and no colors. Colors were for girls. Men wore blue. Anyways, over the 8 or 10 years I was into the life, I ran across a bunch of guys that had just got out of the joint and would tattoo you for damned near nothing. I started getting that fucking spider covered with a dragon. I wanted something small but Chris was sweet on my sister so he kinda sorta went overboard. The fucking tattoo covers my entire forearm except the back, there’s some empty skin there. The tattoo took 12 hours over 3 days and cost me 20 bucks, an ounce of weed and a quart of Jack Daniels (PBUH) whiskey and was truly a work of art. All done single needle and extremely detailed. Not only that but he guaranteed it for life for any touch ups or repairs. It’s unfortunate that I’ve never been able to take him up on his offer seeing as he’s into 29 years of a 20 to life sentence for killing the Flores brothers for burglarizing his house.
Right in that same time frame I had some other shit done like an angel on my upper left arm and a Colt Firearms Rampant Colt tattooed on my inside right forearm. I can’t remember what else right off the top of my head.
Then I got out of the life and settled down and quit getting tattooed. I didn’t hang around with the old crowd anymore because there wasn’t anybody left to hang around. - motherfuckers were all either dead or locked up or running rehab halfway houses. Maybe one or two living under the 7th Street bridge, I don’t know.
After I married, my (ex) old lady was into getting tattooed so I got back into it again but this time in shops and paying shop prices which at the time was about 50 bucks an hour for custom work. I had a bunch of shit done then at a shop run by Good Time Charlie Cartwright (pretty well known in the tattooing world) a couple blocks from the house. We got discounts because my ex would run them down lemonade and fresh baked brownies and maybe even the occasional blow job.
I got a trio of roses to cover the demon that covered the FTA, I had my ex’s name done in fancy script, then the rose that covers my ex’s name, a POW/MIA bracelet, mirror image swallows on each pectoral muscle, text across my throat and side of my neck, my right forearm done up in Indian shit like a coyote howling at the moon which covered the Indian chief that covered the Colt, then a trio of feathers covering the KL and the cross and a thunderbird on the backside of the forearm, fuck, what else….. Oh yeah, a few years ago when everybody was getting those silly fucking tribal tattoos around the biceps? I got one too but mine ain’t tribal shit - I have a ring of skulls.
It seems like on all those tattoo shows everybody has a fucking special reason for that particular tattoo but I’ve gotten more than a few because “it would look fucking killer right there”.
I also try to consider placement. I don’t have a single fucking tattoo that can be seen with long sleeves and a collar. Nothing above the lower neck and nothing below the wrists. Gotta be clean looking for those job interviews and court dates, you know.
I never get a tattoo without thinking about it for 6 months. If after 6 months I still want it, I’ll do it. This accomplishes 2 things. It gives me a chance to think about it and it gives me time to save up the money for it. I never worry about the fucking designs - I let the artist handle that shit. When I did my feathers and coyote I actually went in for something else but me and Jay ended up getting really stoned before he got started and well, you know….. Say what you want about them skateboarders but they have some killer bud, man.
So no, I never bought into that shit about special meanings. Granted, all my tattoos represent different stages of my life, or different lives I should say, but out of all of them there are only three that mean anything at all to me.
The POW/MIA bracelet for an incredibly brave man that gave everything for his government only to be abandoned by it at the end of the war. SFC Jerry M. Shriver, USSF. Google him. I used to wear his bracelet in his memory but I went through so many of the motherfuckers I just gave up and tattooed it on.
The script on the side of my neck reads Psalm 91:5 which is “Thou shall not fear the terror by night nor the arrow that flies by day”. In other words, walk in fear of no motherfucker. God’s got my back, man. Of course, if I get my dumb ass killed because I didn’t listen to him and stepped over the line, well then that’s a lick on me. I should’ve listened to God when he was whispering “Naw, don’t be getting fucking stupid now, stud…..” But that tattoo is a constant reminder of His protection - as long as I don’t get fucking stupid.
The script just under my throat, right below where somebody’s going to have to give me a tracheotomy when I get shot, are the words Opera Non Verba which is latin for Deeds Not Words. In other words, put up or shut the fuck up. Show me the cash, motherfucker. Stand and Deliver. Talk’s cheap. You get the idea.
Those are the tattoos that mean something and all three of them are in a place where I can see and reflect on them at least a couple times a day.
I am getting the urge for a new tattoo and I’m thinking about the Minuteman, something along those lines to represent the Cause that I’ll die for. Something unmistakable, something that will brand me a Patriot by everybody that sees it.
And a cute story to end this post:
About 20 years ago my little sister/niece was about 4 years old and snuggled up with me reading Guns & Ammo and asked me “Uncle Ken, why do you have all those tattoos messing up your arms?”
I looked into that little girls’ innocent eyes, the eyes of a tender babe that was so loved and surrounded by family that would die for her. The eyes of a girl that looked up to me and loved me for being me.
“Because Babygirl, the more I look like I’m ready to kick the living shit out of somebody, the less often I actually have to do it.”
“Oh. Okay.” She went back to identifying which was a revolver and which was an automatic for me while Pops was in his chair laughing and Mom was having a fucking cow in the kitchen.
Who doesn't love a machine gun?
Wirecutter,
I follow your blog all the time and I love it. I thought you may enjoy this picture. Use it if you want. My contribution to your blog.
I attended a machine gun shoot in Lancaster County, Pa today and I couldn't resist snapping this picture. It is an Amish man firing a fully automatic weapon.
Even the Amish can't resist the lure of weaponry.
Stay Wild...
jack
I follow your blog all the time and I love it. I thought you may enjoy this picture. Use it if you want. My contribution to your blog.
I attended a machine gun shoot in Lancaster County, Pa today and I couldn't resist snapping this picture. It is an Amish man firing a fully automatic weapon.
Even the Amish can't resist the lure of weaponry.
Stay Wild...
jack
Friday, May 18, 2012
Compare/Contrast excercise
Compare/contrast the tone/tenor of these two news articles.
For extra credit, identify which one is really an editorial.
stay safe.
Oops, Wrong Houses:
St. Louis [MO] police are calling it a case of justifiable homicide. Two men broke into a home in north city Wednesday afternoon and began robbing several people inside. One of the occupants of the home in the 4700 block of Labadie shot at the suspects, hitting one and possibly the other before the intruders ran off. However robbery suspect Jerome Burse, 38, collapsed outside the home and was taken to the hospital, where he later died. The second suspect remains at large. Those inside the home, including a 7-month-old girl, escaped injury.
A Raleigh County [WV] shooting is under investigation after a homeowner allegedly takes the law into their own hands. At 6 a.m. Monday morning Raleigh County Sheriff's Captain Mitch Barley said a male in his early 20's attempted to break into a home on Haley Hill Drive in Fairdale. Captain Barley said when the homeowner opened the door the intruder attempted to hit the person with a club and then the homeowner shot the intruder in the chest. The alleged intruder is currently receiving treatment at Raleigh General Hospital. Barley said he believes he will recover... (The phraseology of that first sentence is as flawed as its grammar. Responding with deadly force to an immediate, unavoidable threat to life or limb is not “taking the law into his own hands.” That phrase implies an intent to circumvent the criminal-justice system after the commission of a crime.)- Sent in by Skidmark
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My email to the author of the second story:
Ma'am, with all due respect towards your left-leaning views and gun-hating opinions, the homeowner did not "take the law into his own hands". He sucessfully defended himself and family from an immediate and potential threat.
Do you really expect him to attempt (probably unsuccessfully) push the intruder out and then call the police, waiting for who knows how long for them to arrive?- Ken Lane
Ceres, CA.Her reply to me:
Ken,
Thank for your opinion but I'm not slanting the news in anyway.
"Taking the law into your own hands," was used because if you do shoot a person you are taking the responsiblity for those actions which are then is judged by law. I'm sorry the words we used in this particular story upset you. I hope you can understand we here at 59 news just report the news and aren't putting our own opinions into the stories.
Have a great day.
-Lauren Weppler
If you would like to write her a quick note, her email is Lauren.Weppler@gmail.com
Please be nice, she was courteous to me.
Kiss his pee-pee goodbye
DORAL, Fla. – A man suing after a major medical mistake left him disfigured gave testimony Thursday that revealed the intimate details of his misery.
Late Thursday afternoon, Enrique Milla testified at the Miami-Dade County Courthouse from his new home in Lima, Peru via Skype. He said he wanted a penile implant to improve his sex life in 2007. "About a year before I realized I had problems," Milla said through a translator. "I had problems having intimate relations with my wife. As time went by, that problem got worse."
Milla's problems began after a Gangrene infection spread through his penis about nine days after the surgery. Aronfeld detailed the traumatic experience his client went through. "Turned into a flesh-eating bacteria that ate his penis centimeter by centimeter," he said, " and as a result of this, he has to spend the rest of his life without a functioning penis. He has to sit down to urinate. He'll never have any intimate relationships with anyone, and he's lost his manhood."
Excerpted from HERE
Late Thursday afternoon, Enrique Milla testified at the Miami-Dade County Courthouse from his new home in Lima, Peru via Skype. He said he wanted a penile implant to improve his sex life in 2007. "About a year before I realized I had problems," Milla said through a translator. "I had problems having intimate relations with my wife. As time went by, that problem got worse."
Milla's problems began after a Gangrene infection spread through his penis about nine days after the surgery. Aronfeld detailed the traumatic experience his client went through. "Turned into a flesh-eating bacteria that ate his penis centimeter by centimeter," he said, " and as a result of this, he has to spend the rest of his life without a functioning penis. He has to sit down to urinate. He'll never have any intimate relationships with anyone, and he's lost his manhood."
Excerpted from HERE
God bless the American Dream
I guess Facebook stock went public today. I haven't been paying a whole lot of attention to it because I don't use FB that much, but I will say this: Good on them. Here you have a couple of kids that came up with an idea, developed it, got the right backing and went on to become billionaires. In the process they've employed thousands and with going public today, are going to turn a bunch of people into millionaires.
They've created more jobs and wealth than Obama.
They've created more jobs and wealth than Obama.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
We could only wish
Barack and Michelle are at the White Sox game. Sitting in the first row with the Secret Service people directly behind them, one of the Secret Service guys leans forward and says something to the president. Barack stares at the guy, looks at Michelle, looks back at the agent, and shakes his head violently.
The agent then says "Mr President, it was a unanimous request, from the owner of the team down to the bat boy. And... the fans would love it!" So, Barack shrugs his shoulders and says "If that's what the people want".
He gets up, grabs Michelle by her collar and the seat of her pants, and drops her right over the wall into the field. She gets up kicking, swearing, and screaming - and the crowd goes wild, cheering, applauding, and high-fiving.
Barack is bowing and smiling, and leans over to the agent and says "You were right, I would have never believed that!" Then noticing the agent has gone totally pale, Barack asks what is wrong. The agent replies "Sir, I said, they want you to throw out the first PITCH..."
- orsm
All Hail the Kenyan
Saw this over at Kerodin's tonight when I got in from work.
Breitbart News has obtained a promotional booklet produced in 1991 by Barack Obama's then-literary agency, Acton & Dystel, which touts Obama as "born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia and Hawaii."
The booklet, which was distributed to "business colleagues" in the publishing industry, includes a brief biography of Obama among the biographies of eighty-nine other authors represented by Acton & Dystel.
It also promotes Obama's anticipated first book, Journeys in Black and White--which Obama abandoned, later publishing Dreams from My Father instead.
Obama’s biography in the booklet is as follows (image and text below):
Breitbart News has obtained a promotional booklet produced in 1991 by Barack Obama's then-literary agency, Acton & Dystel, which touts Obama as "born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia and Hawaii."
The booklet, which was distributed to "business colleagues" in the publishing industry, includes a brief biography of Obama among the biographies of eighty-nine other authors represented by Acton & Dystel.
It also promotes Obama's anticipated first book, Journeys in Black and White--which Obama abandoned, later publishing Dreams from My Father instead.
Obama’s biography in the booklet is as follows (image and text below):
Read the entire thing HERE
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Too bad MSM won't pick up on this so we can kick that motherfucking fraud out of office in disgrace and throw out every goddamn thing he passed, signed or thought of.
Then we can bill him and Mooch-elle for every fucking dime they wasted on their vacations and pay off the national debt.
Help ol' George out if you can
UPDATE REGARDING THE ZIMMERMAN LEGAL DEFENSE FUND
ON 16 MAY 2012.
As of May 16, 2012, the George Zimmerman Legal Defense Fund has raised $15,424. The fund was established on May 3, after approval was received from the Florida Division of Consumer Services. This fund replaces a PayPal account set up by Mr. Zimmerman that raised just over $200,000. The week of April 26, Mr. Zimmerman, on advice of counsel, shut down that account in favor of a new account that is independently maintained by a third party who can insure the monies raised are allocated to reasonable living expenses for Mr. Zimmerman, defense costs, and legal fees.
The majority of the donations have come from the PayPal link on the www.gzdefensefund.com website, and about $3,700 has been received in the form of checks and money orders. Approximately $30,000 from the initial fund was spent making Mr. Zimmerman’s complicated transition from a private life in Sanford, FL to his new life in hiding as the defendant in a high-profile case. Approximately $20,000 has been kept liquid to fund Mr. Zimmerman’s living expenses for the next several months. None of the funds have yet been allocated for legal fees or defense costs; however it is expected for some of the funds to be used for this purpose in the near future.
The largest donation received was $3,000, then $2,000 and the lowest was one dollar. Most donate between $25 and $100, and many include notes of support for Mr. Zimmerman and his family.
Thanks Dave, for sending this in.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Thank you, Your Honor!
Military Detention Law Blocked by New York Judge
A federal judge temporarily blocked enforcement of a part of the National Defense Authorization Act that opponents claim could subject them to indefinite military detention for activities including news reporting and political activism.
U.S. District Judge Katherine Forrest in Manhattan today ruled in favor of a group of writers and activists who sued President Barack Obama, Defense Secretary Leon Panetta and the Defense Department, claiming a provision of the act, signed into law Dec. 31, puts them in fear that they could be arrested and held by U.S. armed forces.
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I never thought I'd be saying Thank You to a motherfucking judge.....
A federal judge temporarily blocked enforcement of a part of the National Defense Authorization Act that opponents claim could subject them to indefinite military detention for activities including news reporting and political activism.
U.S. District Judge Katherine Forrest in Manhattan today ruled in favor of a group of writers and activists who sued President Barack Obama, Defense Secretary Leon Panetta and the Defense Department, claiming a provision of the act, signed into law Dec. 31, puts them in fear that they could be arrested and held by U.S. armed forces.
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I never thought I'd be saying Thank You to a motherfucking judge.....
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