Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Rotten To The Core

There's very few white Americans that have been driving a while that haven't been pulled over and harassed by some state or local goon.

Usually the cop says you violated some law or statute that you know darned well you weren't guilty of, but he's the cop and you're just Mr. John Q. Public, and you know without a doubt who the judge is going to believe. So you pay your pound of flesh with a heavy sigh of resignation and hidden rage, and go on about your business, chocking it up to the cost of living in this modern, corrupt society. Trouble is, you're not as isolated as you think.

In fact hundreds of thousands of American travelers are targeted by these predators every year. Mostly this scam is run by the magistrates and cops of small towns along all the major Interstates where out-of-state travelers pass by in droves. It's thieves' paradise.

There have been tons of complaints filed by angry motorists but as you can guess, most of them ended up in "File 13" because the very same people hearing the case are the same creeps doing the robbing. A perfect setup. But a few of them had sense enough to go to the Feds or the State's Attorney General's office, and in some cases the crap really hit the fan. But not enough. Not nearly enough. The rip-off industry along the interstates is currently booming. There is so much money to be made doing this, that there's plenty left over to keep all nosey officials sufficiently paid off. Like I said, a perfect setup.

The usual scam goes something like this: You look in the rearview mirror while driving along some lonely stretch of interstate. There's not a car in sight in either direction. No one except you..and the cop behind you, who's flashing his light bar at you, demanding you pull over. You're perplexed because you know damn well you're legal, have no tickets or warrants, and haven't broken any traffic laws. So why is this local boob harassing you?

With a loud sigh of disgust you pull over and proceed to get your license and insurance card out. The cop swaggers up to your window and demands all your "papers". You comply and ask him the age-old question, Why did you pull me over officer?"


He glares at you without answering, then finally says something like, "You were driving erratic." or "You look like a suspect we're hunting for." It'll be some lame-ass excuse to justify pulling you over. He stares at the papers, then at you, and goes back and runs a make on you while you sit there fuming and mystified. After a few minutes of chatting on his radio to some disembodied voice on the other end, he says, "Do you have any objections to me searching your vehicle?"

You know enough about the law to know that this boob will just detain you until he wakes up a judge and gets a warrant, which will suck up hours of precious travel time. You're enraged, but you don't see any way around it. "Oh hell, go ahead. But make it quick, will you? I've got a long trip ahead of me."


The stooge glares at you with open hostility, then proceeds to rip your car a new one while you scream in protest. He rips out the back seat, tosses everything out of the trunk, and scatters your suitcase contents all over the side of the road.You really can't do anything about it because he's cuffed you and stuffed you in the back of his squad car "for your protection".

When he's done trashing your car, he starts on your personal possessions. He does a wallet biopsy and discovers your traveling cash, which totals a couple of thousand for fuel, repairs, breakdowns, motels, meals, and miscellaneous stuff. Instead of returning the cash to your wallet, he stuffs it in his coat pocket and zips it shut, then calls a wrecker. You start raising all kinds of hell, but he pokes his head in the back and growls, "I'm charging you with money laundering. Nobody carries that kind of money around with them, so you have to be a drug mule!"


Well you know that's pure horse shit, and you know he knows as well, and it finally dawns on you that you're in the middle of a small town rip-off scam. "I'm taking you to the station where you'll be booked, then the judge will arraign you on Monday."

This is Thursday night. You stew as this bastard tosses you in their only jail cell that's already occupied by several cracked out blacks, a drunk mestizo that's continually puking his fat guts out and jabbering in some South American dialect, and an old homeless man that smells like he's been dead a week--at least. It's the filthiest place you've ever seen in your entire life. The floors are literally slick with slime, and the walls are worse than the floors. You crawl in the far corner and eye your cellmates warily as the long hours creep by.

About nine-o'clock the next morning a deputy calls your name. You go with him to an interrogation room, where that crooked cop is waiting for you with a smirk on his evil face, along with a fat old man in an expensive suit with a briefcase. "This is our local district attorney. I strongly advise you to listen to him." growls the cop. "Good morning Mr. Public. After careful consideration, I've been authorized to make you the following offer. Since it will cost the county a great deal of money, time, and manpower to prosecute and house you in our jail, we've decided to drop all charges if you forfeit your illegal cash, car, and all other items in your possession. This is a one-time offer that expires when I leave this room, and it's non-negotiable."

"But I'm completely innocent and you people know it!" you yell in acute frustration.

"That's for a jury to decide. I take that is a no?" The DA scowls at you menacingly. You're no fool. You know you'll never make it to trial. You'll be found dead in your cell of a sudden heart attack, or some inmate doing life will shank you for a pack of smokes."

You sigh in resignation. The bastards have you by the short hairs. What happened to the America you were raised in? You feel like you're in the Twilight Zone and have stepped through the looking glass into some third world banana republic called America. The country of honor, fair play and integrity is gone, replaced by this evil travesty of corruption, graft, and danger. You sit back down heavily in the chair and the fat man whips out several forms and hands you a pen. "Sign here and here..and here."


You look up at him and ask, "But how will I get home? You're taking all my cash, my car, and even my stinking phone!"

The evil cop grins at you triumphantly. "Well that's not our problem, now is it? Just consider yourself real lucky we don't toss you in prison for twenty years!" The crooked old DA looks at you and says, "You can use the phone at the desk to call someone to come get you..but call collect!" The hate you feel for this pair is flat out murderous. You wonder to yourself why these pricks haven't been dealt with by now. Hell, you're sorely tempted to do it yourself. In fact if they were to do just one more rotten thing to you, you'd snap and you know it. You know your own limits, and these bastards have reached them.

You were allowed to keep your credit cards much to your astonishment, and you rent a room for the night. The next morning you go to the local bank and pull some cash from their ATM, watching closely for anymore cops to jump out of a bush and grab it. It costs you $150 to hire a cab to drive you to the nearest medium-sized city, where you rent a car, buy a few clothes and finally resume your journey.
Days late, tired, stressed, and twenty thousand in the hole counting the cost of your car and other goods, you spend the rest of the trip fantasizing what you'd do to those two if you ever got them alone.

You try to fight them and get your money back, but the cost of hiring an attorney, filing fees, transportation and the bad odds of winning all finally defeat you. You've been robbed and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

This is what thousands of Americans are going through right now, and it's only getting worse. Now these corrupt judicial systems have spread to all the big cities, where they now prey on their own citizens, pulling the same stunt. I know. They've nailed me twice in as many years, and all my white friends as well. The only difference is they didn't take my car, just fined the living crap out of all of us for violations we didn't commit. We were all then sent to a crooked judge that always, always found us guilty, even if we had the evidence showing our innocence. Again, it costs far more to fight them than it does just to pay the extortion. And they know it. Every branch of our government..including law enforcement, is rotten to the core. This scam is adding up to billions nationwide, and it's growing.

This is just one more very good reason we need to take this system down and take it down hard..before it finally destroys us.

-The Lone Haranguer

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Some interesting arithmetic - the incredible numbers

Let's have a look at a typical account by one of the seemingly endless number of survivors: Olga Lengyel’s Five Chimneys: a woman survivor’s true story of Auschwitz (Granada/ Ziff-Davis, 1947, 1972).

According to Lengyel, ‘After June, 1943, the gas chamber was reserved exclusively for Jews and Gypsies.. Three hundred and sixty corpses every half-hour, which was all the time it took to reduce human flesh to ashes, made 720 per hour, or 17,280 corpses per twenty-four hour shift. And the ovens, with murderous efficiency, functioned day and night. However, one must also reckon the death pits, which could destroy another 8,000 cadavers a day. In round numbers, about 24,000 corpses were handled each day. An admirable production record, one that speaks well for German industry.’ (Paperback edition, pp80-81). [No trace of any remains of or in ‘death pits’ has been found.]

This implies almost 100,000 corpses per four working days, or a million in 40 days, or six million in 240 days (eight months). Notice the bald precision of the figures without any explanation, the utter confidence in the reader's credulity.

The blurb on the cover of the book quotes the New York Herald-Tribune: "Passionate, tormenting". Albert Einstein, the promoter of the US construction of the bombs used at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, is quoted as offering "You have done a real service by letting the ones who are now silent and most forgotten speak."

Could this claim be a misprint?

Kitty Hart, in spite of her name a Jewish survivor born in Poland, fully confirms these figures:

‘Working around the clock, the four units together could dispose of about 18,000 bodies every twenty-four hours, while the open pits coped with a further 8,000 in the same period.’ (p 118; Return to Auschwitz - paperback edition by Granada (1981, 1983).

According to the cover blurb, ‘The subject of the award-winning Yorkshire television documentary of the same name.’ ‘Both engaging and harrowing…an important addition to the growing holocaust literature, very little of which conveys so courageously both the daily torment and the will to survive’ – Martin Gilbert, The Times.

'Sir' Martin Gilbert, indefatigable Jewish campaigner on behalf of the ‘Holocaust’ and biographer of Winston Churchill, adds to the rich flavour and makes his own numerical claims, certainly not without chutzpah:

In his book Auschwitz and the Allies (1981) he states

‘The deliberate attempt to destroy systematically all of Europe’s Jews was unsuspected in the spring and early summer of 1942: the very period during which it was at its most intense, and during which hundreds of thousands of Jews were being gassed every day at Belzec, Chelmo, Sobibor and Treblinka.’ (p.26). [This statement, first noticed by Professor Robert Faurisson, was then deleted (not corrected) from the next edition - no simple typo, no simple error with omission or spelling or grammar, just a case of being caught red-handed in blatant chutzpah deluxe.]

If we assume a minimum figure of 200,000 per day, this amounts to say a million a five-day working week, or 6 million in six weeks, and this does not include the truly awe-inspiring claims for Auschwitz put forward by Hart and Lengyel with Gilbert’s blessing.

12:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's now official - there's no actual shortage of Holocaust survivors
'The Israeli Prime Minister's office recently put the number of "living Holocaust survivors" at nearly a million' (extract from The Holocaust Industry by Norman G. Finkelstein of the City University of New York, published by Verso, London and New York, 2000, p.83).

Statement by Richard Lynn, Professor Emeritus
University of Ulster, December 5, 2005:
"I've checked out the six volumes of Churchill's Second World War and the statement is quite correct - not a single mention of Nazi 'gas chambers,' a 'genocide' of the Jews, or of 'six million' Jewish victims of the war.
Eisenhower's Crusade in Europe is a book of 559 pages; Churchill's Second World War totals 4,448 pages; and De Gaulle's three-volume Mémoires de guerre is 2,054 pages.
In this mass of writing, which altogether totals 7,061 pages (not including the introductory parts), published from 1948 to 1959, one will find no mention either of Nazi 'gas chambers,' a 'genocide' of the Jews, or of 'six million' Jewish victims of the war."

12:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Elie Wiesel vs Encyclopaedia Britannica

Wiesel has been one of the most prominent spokesman for the very sizeable group of people known as Holocaust survivors. [According to Norman Finkelstein of the City University of New York in his book The Holocaust Industry published in the year 2000, ‘The Israeli Prime Minister’s office recently put the number of "living Holocaust survivors" at nearly a million’ (p.83)]. Wiesel has chaired the US Holocaust Memorial Council and has been the recipient of a Congressional Gold Medal and Nobel Peace Prize...
Time Magazine, March 18 1985:

‘How had he survived two of the most notorious killing fields [Auschwitz and Buchenwald] of the century? "I will never know" he says. "I was always weak. I never ate. The slightest wind would turn me over. In Buchenwald they sent 10,000 to their deaths every day. I was always in the last hundred near the gate. They stopped. Why?"

Compare this with Encyclopaedia Britannica (1993), under ‘Buchenwald’:

"In World War II it held about 20,000 prisoners.. Although there were no gas chambers, hundreds perished monthly through disease, malnutrition, exhaustion, beatings and executions."

12:51 AM  

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