Just some quick thoughts on some of the bullshit that has been squirting like diarrhea from the media tubes about Ferguson, MO, Mike Brown, and the militarization of the American police.
I heard this from journalist GW Shultz : “I interact with these individuals a lot, through my job. I know these individuals don’t wake up each day and set out to violate peoples’ civil liberties. There’s a lot of cops in the United States, thousands, who didn’t become police officers to ruin peoples’ lives. They’re well intentioned.”
I’m not denying any of what he said but it shocks me that a journalist can phrase any of it like this. Examine any villain in world history and you find very few who did what they did for the sake of evil. Believe it or not, (I originally made a refrence to Hitler here. I've removed it. Never any real need to mention Hitler. Unless your actually writing "about" Hitler. My apologies.) Charles Manson always claimed he did what he did to usher peace and love. Every Rwandan who hacked a baby to death did It for the good of his people. Darth fucking Vader’s entire vision was one of peace.
There are good people who are cops but that doesn’t mean they should be cops.
1)There is no mention of a miracle-working Jesus in secular sources.
2)The epistles, written earlier than the gospels, provide no evidence of a recent historical Jesus; all that can be taken from the epistles, he argues, is that a Jesus Christ, son of God, lived in a heavenly realm (much as other ancient gods, e.g. Horus), there died as a sacrifice for human sin, was raised by God and enthroned in heaven.
3)The Jesus narrative is paralleled in Middle Eastern myths about dying and rising gods; Price names Baal, Osiris, Attis, Adonis, and Dumuzi/Tammuz as examples, all of which, he writes, survived into the Hellenistic and Roman periods and thereby influenced early Christianity. Price alleges that Christian apologists have tried to minimize these parallels. He argues that if critical methodology is applied with ruthless consistency, one is left in complete agnosticism regarding Jesus's historicity: "There might have been a historical Jesus, but unless someone discovers his diary or his skeleton, we'll never know."
- Wikipedia on American New Testament scholar Dr. Robert M. Price
Let’s start with William Unek. William Unek was police constable in Africa, the Congo. In 1954, in less than an hour and a half, Unek killed 21 people with an ax. He then escaped and disappeared, resurfacing again in 1957 when he somehow got his hands on a police rifle and another ax and shot, hacked, and strangled 36 more people until the authorities finally tracked him down and burned him alive. Unek’s antics are an interesting example of rampage/spree killings in that he used melee weapons (ax/knife) and then later added a rifle, flames and his bare hands to the mix. In his original spree, Unek cut down more people with an ax than many killers with firearms. In fact, when you compare the base effectiveness of a firearm with an ax, his efficiency didn’t improve with a gun as much as one might expect. Sure, he killed 36 people his second round but only 26 of them died of gunshot wounds. The remaining 9 victims were stabbed, hacked, burned and strangled. William Unek killed 26 people with an ax. Few of our most notorious gun spree killers make it to 20.
Oscar spent a majority of his mornings on the patio nursing hangovers with a regimen of espresso shots, Australian sparkling ale, hydrocodone (when he had it) and mineral water. Three years in Austin as a waiter and manager for a wine bar should have deterred him from opening his own business but he had an unfeigned love affair with coffee. Oscar changed clothes tenuously once a week and his hands were by and large the only clean parts of his anatomy. Anyone within his tightest circle of friends complained only half-heartedly about the volume of social media notifications they might receive from Oscar during any given day. The barrage began around 10am when he would stroll the single block between his duplex apartment and the shop, his Vader shaped lenses forever fixed on the screen in his palm, his furious tussle of hair forever a black brush stroke across the back of his head. It was rare to receive one-to-one text messages from Oscar. By noon, Hatchet had already seen two.
Let me buy you a coffee.
We’ll talk about your tab.
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