Woman arrested at ABIA after refusing enhanced pat down

On this Christmas Day let us take a moment to think of all those who are not able to be with their families today, because they believe in the Constitution, thanks to the TSA.

Early Wednesday morning, a computer glitch shut down a security checkpoint for a couple of hours at Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. The line snaked out the door as many travelers waited for more than an hour and some missed their flights. One of the first people in line after that shutdown never made it through. She was arrested and banned from the airport.

Claire Hirschkind, 56, who says she is a rape victim and who has a pacemaker-type device implanted in her chest, says her constitutional rights were violated. She says she never broke any laws. But the Transportation Security Administration disagrees.

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"It's unfortunate that that happened and she didn't get to fly home, but it makes me feel a little safer," said Emily Protine. 



The NYT spills key military secrets on its front page

So what's the big deal about Julian Assange?

In The New York Times today, Mark Mazzetti and Dexter Filkins expose very sensitive classified government secrets -- and not just routine secrets, but high-level, imminent planning for American covert military action in a foreign country:

Read the expose here:


Banks burgle homes

In a Sign of Foreclosure Flaws, Suits Claim Break-Ins by Banks

TRUCKEE, Calif. — When Mimi Ash arrived at her mountain chalet here for a weekend ski trip, she discovered that someone had broken into the home and changed the locks.

When she finally got into the house, it was empty. All of her possessions were gone: furniture, her son’s ski medals, winter clothes and family photos. Also missing was a wooden box, its top inscribed with the words “Together Forever,” that contained the ashes of her late husband, Robert.

The culprit, Ms. Ash soon learned, was not a burglar but her bank. According to a federal lawsuit filed in October by Ms. Ash, Bank of America had wrongfully foreclosed on her house and thrown out her belongings, without alerting Ms. Ash beforehand.


“This is in essence a burglary,” said Ms. Ash, walking through the vacant home, with its four levels and commanding mountain views. “But when a burglar goes in, they don’t take your photos and your husband’s ashes.”

See full article at the link:


Here are a few cliups from YouTube of other similar cases...

Mobile Prison Guard Towers Coming to a Walmart near You!

I went ahead and pulled up the ICX website, and there on the front page it has a blurb about "At work on the Border." Yeah? Well maybe DHS needs to send more down there and get them out of our goddamn parking lots!

Here's the link to the site:



Assange calls for criminal charges against ‘shock jock’ Fox hosts

WikiLeaks founder calls Bradley Manning 'political prisoner'; says Fox hosts, politicians committing 'terrorism'


"What sort of message does that send about the rule of law in the United States? That is conducing violence in order to achieve a political end. The elimination of this organization or the threat of violence to achieve a political end, the elimination of a publisher. And that is the definition of terrorism."

He's absolutely right. If you publicly called for the murder of anyone, they would lock you up. Even if you threatened someone on some backwater internet forum you could very quicly find yourself in some very big trouble. Now if you, a private citizen, called for the murder of the head of a main-stream corporate media news outlet, you can bet your dividends that you would be charged and sued. And god forbid you call for the assassination of a senator, or former Presidential running mate. You can bet your pocket copy of the Constitution that you wouldn't see the light of day for a very long time.

Sniff the hypocrisy, full article here:


Respect and Obey Authority

Holy shit. This is just downright fuckin scary. Does the brainwashing of the sheep get any more blatant?

Christmas trees 'provocative:' Nazareth suburb's mayor

NAZARETH ILLIT, Israel — The mayor of a Jewish suburb of Nazareth sparked outrage on Wednesday after refusing to allow Christmas trees to be placed in town squares, calling them provocative.

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You Are A Terrorist

While the establishment constantly invokes the contrived terror threat as justification for the announcement that your every activity is being sent to federal fusion centers, those same fusion centers have been busy defining peaceful assembly, non-violent protest and criticism of the government as domestic terrorism. According to the government’s own definition of what constitutes terrorist activity – you are a terrorist.

Story with video at link:


The Internet Splits in Two

Tuesday’s FCC ruling on net neutrality shifts billions in profits and boils down to one fact: There will soon be a fast Internet for the rich and a slow Internet for the poor.

The Federal Communications Commission approved a set of net neutrality rules Tuesday, and nobody is happy. While liberals claim the FCC has caved to pressure from carriers, right-wingers are calling the new rules a government takeover of the Internet. In their tea-addled brains, the new rules represent yet another example of creeping socialism taking over every aspect of our lives. FCC Chairman Julius Genachowski is "Julius Seizure." Cue the black helicopters.

No matter what you think about the new rules, however, they signal an important turning point in the development of the Internet. We are going from Phase One, where everything is free and open and untamed, into Phase Two, which is all about centralization, consolidation, control—and money.

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How to Kill Black Youth

I don't see the problems today as much of a race issue, it's an economic issue. But just the same, still a good flow here...

Word Tricks

A. Did you know that the word "race car" spelled backward still spells
"race car"?

B. Did you know that "eat" is the only word that if you take the 1st
letter and move it to the last, it spells its past tense "ate"?

C. And have you noticed that if you rearrange the letters in "illegal immigrants"
and add just a few more letters, it spells out: "Go home you fucking
free-loading, benefit-grabbing, kid-producing, violent, non-English
speaking assholes and take those other fucking hairy-faced, sandal-wearing,
bomb-making, goat-fucking, raggedy-ass bastards with you"?
How weird is that ???

Veteran's Today endorses Jesse Ventura's 9/11 episode



Confirmed sources in the Nigerian government tell us, in order to keep former Vice President Cheney out of prison for crimes involving Nigeria, $500,000,000 in bribes have been promised, negotiated by former President George H.W. Bush. Now, only a day later, Cheney faces possible charges, so many charges they can only be imagined, for planning the Pentagon attack on 9/11.

TV host, Jesse Ventura, former Navy Seal, former Governor of Minnesota, on a one hour documentary on prime-time American television, makes an open and shut criminal case tying Cheney, Rumsfeld and officials throughout the US government with complicity in the planning, execution and subsequent cover-up of the 9/11 attack on the Pentagon.

Here is the episode:

Be sure to read the rest of the store, with more videos, at the Veteran's Toady site linked here:


Ancient humans, dubbed 'Denisovans' interbred with us

Professor Chris Stringer: "It's nothing short of sensational - we didn't know know how ancient people in China related to these other humans."

Scientists say an entirely separate type of human identified from bones in Siberia co-existed and interbred with our own species.

The ancient humans have been dubbed "Denisovans" after the caves in Siberia where their remains were found.

Read the full story at link, contains video:



Christmas the deadliest day of the year

See article at link:


iTunes Version - Backin Up Song

"Just Keeping You Safe": The Cheka Checks In

"What are you doing here?" Paul asked the armed stranger who had materialized outside his workplace.

"Just keeping you safe," replied the interloper, who had invaded the property without invitation or explanation.

The visitor was clad in what Paul described as a SWAT-style dark blue jumpsuit, mirrored sunglasses, and a baseball cap. He had arrived in a white SUV equipped with running lights and displaying police markings advertising that it belonged to the Department of Homeland Security.

Paul (who asked that his last name not be used) was the only employee who saw something amiss as the Homeland Security officer busied himself peering into windows and doorways, taking pictures, and making notes on a clipboard.

Understandably annoyed by the functionary's unwarranted intrusion and patronizing reply to his question, Paul continued to demand an explanation. The visitor persisted in his Oracle at Delphi routine, offering cryptic, dismissive responses to Paul's questions.

Through sheer tenacity Paul managed to obtain a business card identifying the visitor as Mark Cerchione. His title is -- take a deep breath -- Inspector for Region 10 of the East Command for the Department of Homeland Security's National Protection and Programs Directorate, Federal Protective Service. This vital human cog in the State's apparatus of public order has an office located at 550 West Fort Street, Room 370 in Boise.

Roughly an hour after Paul's encounter with Mr. Cerchione, and about fifteen minutes after Paul related it to me, I contacted Mr. Cerchione on his cell phone.

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Dumbest of the Day: Amazon's employee rules

An employee at an Amazon shipping facility recently told the publication Business Insider that Amazon has a number of bizarre rules set up to keep employees in line. The craziest of these include:

1. No lipstick, but lip gloss is fine. Wha?

2. If you're chewing bubble gum when you come into work that's OK, but you're not allowed to bring any more gum in with you. So make that one piece last.

3. No colored liquids. You can only drink clear liquids. I assume this is to prevent people from drinking on the job, but couldn't they just make a vodka tonic?

4. No watches. Since Amazon sells watches they're afraid workers are going to put one on and claim it was theirs. This is the same way I steal underwear.

I think Jeff Bezos is getting a little paranoid.


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5 Ridiculous Things You Probably Believe About Islam

A conservative commentator recently made headlines by claiming 10 percent of all of the world's Muslims are terrorists. An amazing claim, considering that equals 150 million terrorists and if each were to pull off an attack killing just 40 people, they could exterminate all non-Muslim life on earth.

Either they're not all that dedicated to terrorism, or the claim is utter insanity.

Well, if there's one thing everyone thinks of when they hear "Cracked.com" it's "friend of Islam." Which is why we feel compelled to clarify a few misconceptions for our readers. Also, there is no way this article will ever come back to haunt us in any way...

Article at link:


Why Remarry?

December may be a popular month for marriage proposals, but it hasn't been the season for universal affirmations of the institution itself.

The Times reported last week that French couples are avoiding traditional marriages and increasingly opting for civil unions. In the United States, two recent studies, one by the Pew Research Center and another by the National Marriage Project at the University of Virgina, noted the rise in cohabitation, which has doubled from 1990 to more than six million households in 2008, as an alternative to marriage.

This rise is not simply a reflection of the decision by the young and never married to delay taking the big step. The number of couples living together who were previously married is also on the rise, both among those who are still raising children and among older partners.

More second marriages fail than first marriages. With the increasing acceptance of cohabitation, why remarry? Why risk that nightmare all over again...

Discussion at link:



Cambell's condensed soups

Once a staple of frugal of cooking... has nearly doubled in price over the last year or so. I used to be able to get these cans of soup, great for a light meal or as a "sauce" to make all sorts of bakes and casseroles, for less then a dollar per can. Tonight, I bought six cans of green pea soup for grandma at a cost of 3 for $5, or $1.66 a can!

Massive pipeline blast turns streets into flaming rivers in Mexico

US media eerily silent...

Poverty is big business!

This is really important folks, you really need to watch this...

Entity at the Sewage-Treatment Plant

...In my city, there also was an old sewage treatment plant that was the scene of several murders, including that of a police officer who's body was never recovered, supposedly. Some said it wasn't recovered because it fell into an open sewer vat that divers would not go into. I don't know whether or not I believe that excuse, but I can tell you that it was a freaky place...

...We used to go there when I was a teenager, for a place to drink beers. The place had already been shut down for years, so there was no sewage actually left there. It was just an abandoned building complex by then, complete with underground tunnels. I went through them plenty of times, but I got really spooked one afternoon and I can't really say why. I was about to use a tunnel to go from one building to another. The floor was leaf-strewn, the tile walls graffitied. It was really dark down there, as usual, but I knew that once you got to the other end there was light again as soon as you rounded a corner. I never even took a flashlight down there since you really didn't have to take more than a few steps without seeing where you were going once your eyes adjusted. On this particular day, I was just overcome with a sense of dread. As if something was literally staring back at me from the darkness. I stopped. I just had the sense that there was something there, waiting, as if it was a trap almost. I did not go through the tunnel ever again, especially after what happened the next time...

...There was a group of us, maybe twelve to fifteen I would say. We decided we would go upstairs and out onto the roof with our beers, and enjoy the view of the river. The metal staircase had several landings and clung to the walls of a sort of open central area that was squared off. There was a bit of danger at the top as the metal railing had fallen away, and it was a four-story fall into the basement. But obviously we were smart enough to just stay away from the edge. The door was solid steel and rusted open at the hinges for at least a decade I would say. Furthermore, a substantial pile of petrified cat excrement made for a door-stop...

...So back to the night in question. A damp and chilly late-autumn night. The group of us ascended the staircase single file, laughing and joking around. I was about in the middle, and halfway up when I turned to look back. In a sort of domino effect, or like the buck being, passed I watched as everyone's head turned back to look at the person in front of them, after having looked back as I had done. I thought it was odd for a second. Then I felt a dry hot breeze rush past me, spiraling up the staircase. I quickly turned forward again, and watched those in front of me turning their heads to follow was well. Now all this happened in a matter of seconds. At the top, my buddy Puba was about to step through the doorway into the room that led out to the roof-spot. Suddenly he was thrown off-balance and staggered toward the edge where the section of rail was missing, as the immovable metal door slammed shut! He managed to catch himself with the edge of the rail that remained. As all of this was still processing in my brain there was a great, deep, despairing groan. Not emanating from anywhere, but everywhere. As if the building itself had decided to groan and shudder. We all stood frozen for a second, two at most, and ran back the way we had come...

...The path out front was narrow with a swampy bog of rotted down field grass and old rain on either side. I ended up knee deep in it, running, splashing. We had all taken our time getting over the triple lined barbed wire that topped the 12-foot chain link fence surrounding the property. We were all badly bloodied getting back over...

...We all agreed to what we had just experienced, but no one wanted to talk about it after that. In fact, quite a few of the group refused to associate with eachother after that. I don't know what it was, but there was something there that night. I never went back. Ever.

EDIT to add update: The plant has since been torn down, and a big very fancy restaurant and catering hall has been built there. Ironically enough, the restaurant is called "Shadows."

An Entity by Day

I hadn't talked about this experience in more than a decade. The girl I was with at the time is long gone, and life is a lot different from what it used to be. But recently I've had a few friends ask me if I have ever had any "strange" experiences. I have had a few, and this is one of them. I decided to go ahead and post it here, so that I can direct my online friends to the page rather than re-hashing the story over and over again. If anyone has any questions, perhaps having had a similar experience, feel free to contact me.

I was in my late teens, still living at home, on a Summer day. My girlfriend and I went out for a walk barefoot around the suburban neighborhood. It was getting later in the day, but not dark or even “shadowy” yet. My house was a split-ranch like every other in the neighborhood, and sat on a bit of a hill on about the same size lot as everyone else. Coming down the street I had line of sight to it, though it was just around a corner. Not an intersection, just a 90 degree turn. I could see it over the bit of hill that was a neighbor's front yard on the inside of the turn, or the right side, where my house would be on the left just around the turn.

Anyway, we were walking slowly and chit-chatting about nothing in particular really. Just about how nice the day was after the heat-wave had broken. I can still remember the warm pavement under my bare feet. Looking up ahead, I saw something on the turn, from a distance of maybe 50-yards I'm guessing. It looked like an oil slick on the street, like someone had ruptured a vital component to their vehicle. My next-door neighbors (who's house did not come into view until one rounded the turn) usually had an old car or two that they were tinkering with at any given time, and beat up their cars pretty well too. I was good friends with the whole family, and knew that one of my buddies had just gotten another car recently, so I figured it was him who left the slick all over the road, and actually said something along those lines to my girlfriend. “’X’ must have lost his oilpan.” There wasn't a break in our step, or any eerie inclination that anything unusual was about to happen.

As I said, sunny day, meaningless conversation, and a very casual pace to our stroll. Not the setting for anything bizarre whatsoever. As we got closer, obviously I was looking at this "oil slick" ahead of us. The first inclination that I had that something was odd, was that this stain in the road was darker than oil. Black, and did not glimmer with wetness like the sheen of fresh oil, nor was there any texture to the blotch. By this point we had gotten quite close to it. Before I could process the thought really, the truly bizarre event unfolded.

The dark spot moved. Like something coming up out of the ground. Like a man pulling himself up out of a manhole where there was none. There was form, but no depth. I could see the arms, the shoulders, pull of this thing pull itself up out of the hole that it seemed to be made of. By the time it got to its feet, there was no mark left on the pavement. It was short, 4 and a half feet tall maybe. Other than the outline, there were no distinguishable features. The head was little more than a bump between broad, shaggy shoulders. It paused in a stance of forward intent. Imagine the shadow of a little troll warrior, with his head hung low, wearing shaggy furs, and a shape indicative of massive upper-body strength. No other features though, no face or anything, just the 2D profile, yet somehow it did seem to have depth almost, since it didn't really have edges either, like even a shadow does. I guess it's just really hard to explain what a completely black 3D shadow looks like.

So it pulls itself out, gives a little hop, and pauses for a second as I see the shoulders move up and down once or twice as if it is breathing heavily. It emits no sound. Then it steps forward, quickly. Not a charge or a run, but as if with direct purpose. Almost like stomping forward, right at us. This all happened in less than five seconds I would say, and we were only steps away from the "stain" when it moved. It took four, maybe five steps directly at us.

Now here's where it gets really weird. My girlfriend and I spun in and let go of eachother's hand, as it seemed to be going between us. But it didn't go exactly between us. It was slightly more toward me, but it actually moved through both of us. I was instantly nauseous and cold. It's almost impossible to explain what it felt like. Imagine you actually had the sense of feeling in all of your internal organs, and then imagine what it would feel like if they were all packed with cold clay. That's sort of what it felt like. My girlfriend only got clipped on the side and limbs. She wasn't nauseous, just cold. As we spun and this thing moved through us, it stepped down, back into the ground, as if desceding down hidden stairs, and completely disappeared.

We looked at eachother, the shock settling in. My brain raced to make sense of it. I was sure I was dreaming for a second. No, I could clearly remember everything about the day, nothing ethereal in my surroundings. I must have been hallucinating? I don't know what was more scary, the event itself or the looking into my girlfriend's eyes and sharing a mutual realization that this did just happen to us. You can’t even imagine. My brain was already working overtime to explain it away, but the hop of that was lost, when we said to eachother without any words, “Oh my god, yes, that really did just happen.”

We barely made it to my house, just so weak and drained of energy. We briefly tried to explain to my mother what had happened before passing out on the living room floor. We slept through the rest of the day, that night, through the next day, and into the following night, without even bothering to drag ourselves to bed upstairs that I remember, though we did finally wake up in bed, with a lot more explaining to do to my mother.

For a few days we talked about it with eachother. Trying to understand and accept that this really had happened to us as much as trying to figure out exactly what had happened to us. Then as days turned into weeks, life went on, and we completely forgot about it. There was nothing there to ground the memory in reality I suppose. But then one day, about a year later walking down the same street, the memory came rushing back to us at the same time. I trembled, her eyes welled up, and we swore to eachother to never forget again.

Ghost makes contact

This video has reportedly been verified as authentic by a number of sources. No digital alterations, so if it is a hoax, it is being done "live." Pretty freaky. If anyone has any other info on this, please let me know.


One badass paper airplane!

Ultra-Rare Lunar Eclipse After Midnight EST

This lunar eclipse falls on the date of the northern winter solstice. How rare is that? Total lunar eclipses in northern winter are fairly common. There have been three of them in the past ten years alone. A lunar eclipse smack-dab on the date of the solstice, however, is unusual. Geoff Chester of the US Naval Observatory inspected a list of eclipses going back 2000 years. "Since Year 1, I can only find one previous instance of an eclipse matching the same calendar date as the solstice, and that is 1638 DEC 21," says Chester. "Fortunately we won't have to wait 372 years for the next one...that will be on 2094 DEC 21."
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Also, this is supposed to coincide with meteor shower.  So long as the clouds hold off, it should be a spectacular show.

Top Cheats in NASCAR History

Defining cheating in NASCAR is as much an art as getting away with an oversized carburetor. (To younger readers: A carburetor is a device that was used in the rest of the world before fuel injection was invented, but is still used in NASCAR. And no, we aren't sure why.)

We can all agree that cheating happens when you break a rule. But there are a lot of gray areas in motorsports, though NASCAR does have that clause in the rule book—which we've seen, but weren't supposed to, since it's secret—regarding "actions detrimental" to the sport. That can cover anything.

But for decades, mechanics and crew chiefs have done their best to work around NASCAR's rules. Smokey Yunick, the legendary Daytona Beach mechanic, used to insist that it wasn't cheating if the rules didn't say you couldn't do it (see number 2 below). Every year, the NASCAR rule book gets a little thicker, a little less gray. "It can be frustrating," says Chad Knaus, crew chief for four-time champion Jimmie Johnson. Knaus has had his share of run-ins with NASCAR inspectors (see number 3). "But it would be more frustrating to give up trying to make our car better."

See the list at the link:


Casino Heists

Last week an armed bandit escaped on a motorcycle after banging the Bellagio out of about $1.5-2 million in chips. My first thought was, where the hell is he gonna cash them in? Idjit.

Here's a link to that story:


And here is a link to a list and descriptions of some of the top casino heists over the years:


British Resistance Rant

In America, the only protesters we ever see are people protesting one particular issue or another, like protesting the war perhaps. Boutique protesters. Meanwhile, in London, in fact throughout the rest of the world it appears, the resistance are engaging the NWO agenda in its entirety. What do we have here instead in America? A rally protesting the right for everyone to see a doctor, or some woman trespassing at the Bush ranch for a bit of publicity. Or wanton street criminality with no goals whatsoever. But no one here seems to see the bigger picture. And even if we do, we are so wacked up with fast food and pills that we are too fucking lethargic to do anything about it anyway.

Abu Dhabi hotel regrets $11M Christmas 'overload'

ABU DHABI, United Arab Emirates – An Abu Dhabi luxury hotel that boasted an $11 million Christmas tree decorated with gold and gems admitted Sunday it may have taken the holiday spirit a bit too far.

A statement from the Emirates Palace hotel said it regretted "attempts to overload" the Christmas tree tradition by adorning it with premium bling including gold, rubies, diamonds and other precious stones from a hotel jeweler.

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Drug companies pay 17,000 U.S. doctors, report finds

More than 17,000 doctors and other healthcare providers have taken money from seven major drug companies to talk to other doctors about their products, a joint investigation by news organizations and non-profit groups found.

Reuters news story at link:


Also, be sure to read how this news plays into a much bigger picture, as explained here in the essay  "Let Them Eat Cake! (The Nutricide of America)"

The ghost towns of China

Amazing satellite images show cities meant to be home to millions lying deserted

Story with impressive imagery at link:


UPDATE (April 2011):

All Internet porn “To be blocked” in the UK

In a move that smacks of the draconian Internet laws in place in countries like Australia, the UK government has plans to ask ISPs to block all pornography from home Internet connections by default, it’s reported today. Under the plan, customers would have to ask the ISP for access to pornography.

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The Running Game

This is freaken retarded! It'a a real game though. Give it a try! Lol.


Jetblue bans protester for life

TSA agents fail to spot loaded gun

Statue of Liberty secret Illuminati Symbols

Best-selling author Brad Meltzer and his team thought they knew what the Statue of Liberty stood for. But now they learn that America's most powerful icon of freedom might actually be loaded with secret symbols put there by a sinister group bent on world domination. They investigate claims that the Illuminati, a secret European society loosely affiliated with the freemasons, turned every inch of the statue into a coded message, from the torch Liberty holds high, to the rays emanating from the crown, even to the precise height of the statue itself. Things get even stranger when a highly regarded numerologist shows the team why he believes the statue is really a monument to the all-powerful number 7. As they evaluate these unsettling claims, Brad and the team are forced to reconsider whether one of America's most enduring symbols is really who she appears to be.

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