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- Something is broken
Oh yeah it’s my give a fuck meter. If you don’t like profanity and people who don’t make sense then stop reading now. First off today is my day off from work. I’m thinking it’s going to be relaxing day. I couldn’t be more f’n wrong. First off I go to get my oil changed at the Honda dealership and have to wait for 50 minutes to get done. During that time I had to listen to a couple of old guys talk without breathing the whole time (how did you not pass out from lack of oxygen?). I seriously think they hang out there a lot or something. The random topics they talked about was amazing. From the war they were in to how they country is gone to hell to teachers in schools to all the health problems they have. I’m not going into detail about all the things they were talking about I’m just going to tell you I will shoot myself before I talk about what they had to do to me at the doctors office and what they shoved up my arse and what not. Everybody does not want to hear that kind of shit. I had a headache by then and I swear they never shut up. They were loud because they couldn’t hear each other. Fuck. Besides that one of their wives was there and she was knitting so there was a clicking noise the whole time. I love how she piped in with her comments every now and then. We had enough noise with your annoying clicking so you could have shut your f’n mouth and I would have been fine. Oh………Captain give them a break they’re old. Fuck that. Nobody is safe. I don’t like young, old, or the in between the same. Don’t get me wrong some old people are cool but these people were annoying. Then when I talked to the lady at the cash out office she tells me I need three new tires. Apparently my back rear tire is so bad I should have died 100 times already or that’s how they made it sound. So I get an estimate and realize that they are trying to stick it in the uncomfortable spot……..that’s right the wallet……….what were you thinking pervert? So I go down the street and get another estimate. Then I call my roommate and he calls a place and finds the best deal. By now I’m so pissed I’m running red lights to get there so they can get my tires done and alignment. First they tell me it will be two hours. Now they say it might not get done by the time they close. Fucking car places. I hate them all. I don’t care if you work there, someone you love you works there, or that they’re human. Fuck them all. So now I’m waiting until 5:30 to see if it will be done tonight. Doesn’t it seem like every-time you get your tax refund back you can’t save it all this shit happens and you have to pay for something to get fixed. F’n government messed up my tires by not having good roads so I couldn’t save my tax money. I hate you bastards. I work at a retail place right now and I have a complaint with people who try to cut deals. No if you buy two treadmills you’re not going to get a price break. We’re not the fucking Compton swap meet. You are bitches and if you want to be a penny pincher (why would they Bourbon? It has that rat bastard Abe Lincoln on them) you need to go somewhere else. I’m done. F off and west west yo.
- My response to “Violator: A Series on Abe Lincoln”
This a response to the previous entry. Read it here.
There are so many inconsistencies, half-truths and omissions in Judge Napolitano’s speech that I find it peculiar that you chose to use that as your introduction on the subject.
The first comment I will make is this: To judge Lincoln on what soldiers under his control may have done illegaly has no legitimacy. Do you know how many people were under his command? That is the same as saying that Abu Ghraib was Bushs’ fault. Bush wasn’t there, he didn’t over see or approve of what was going on. And in the same vein, it isn’t as if Lincoln was standing there in front of the soldiers as they were breaking the law and approving of what they did. Maybe he did approve, and maybe he didn’t, but you cannot make a blanket statement that Lincoln’s soldiers did wrong, so obviously Lincoln did wrong. That’s just poor logic.
Secondly, Lincoln’s suspension of Habeas Corpus:
To start, Habeas Corpus is not invoked in the Bill of Rights or Constitution. It is an assumed law. Therefore, it was not exactly unconstitutional for Lincoln to suspend it. This was a war, a massive civil war, if you remember. Lincoln was not walking down the street one day when he thought, hey, I think I’ll suspend Habeas Corpus. Lincoln did so in response to riots, local militia actions, and the threat that the border slave state of Maryland would secede from the Union, leaving the nation’s capital surrounded by hostile territory.
Judge Napolitano also failed to mention that Jefferson Davis, the President of the Confederate States also suspended Habeas Corpus, and not only that, he delcared martial law as well.
The Judge also, it would seem, forgot to mention that the United States Congress passed a law during WWII that suspended the writ of Habeas Corpus for unlawful combatants.Bourbon, I look forward to your series on Abe Lincoln, but try to include a video with more substance next time.
Update: In regards to PacMan’s comment that “If the President in Chief isn’t responsible for the actions of his soldiers…” I do agree that he must take responsibility in that all-encompasing way that a President does, but that doesn’t mean HE did it, nor did HE have any literal responsibility for it. It is ridiculous to assume that every time a soldier (or any government figure for that matter) goes out and does some dumb ass thing on his own that it’s the President’s fault. That is just ignorance.






