Here’s how much respect the powers-that-be truly have for our rights and constitutional protections – even for those who have served and sacrificed the most to protect and defend those very rights! – once they’re back here in the Land of the Fried and Home of the Bruised:
This poor soul is former Army Sergeant Nick Morgan after his face was crushed by the hoof of a police horse on the night of the last presidential debate.
Oh, sorry, that expression is SO last-century. That credo is as quaint and outdated as our ratty old Constitution. It doesn’t apply anymore, since The World Changed™. Time for us to get with The Program.
Hail der Shrubbenführer!
From TheDenverChannel.com: “The Denver police union is selling T-shirts that poke fun at protesters at last month’s Democratic National Convention, but the main target isn’t laughing. …”
Neither am I.
This misadministration’s loyal, snakeskin-bootlicking minions are oh-so-busy keeping us safe from dangerously compassionate nuns and grandmas with butter knives; routing our private phone calls through secret rooms; preparing to read our brainwaves, knock us to the ground, and throw us into camps or psych wards – but never fear! The folks in Denver and St. Paul found the time to keep us safe from *us* too.
Since Rachel and Keith were stuck at the table, few in (our worse than worthless) corporate media were left to cover what was happening *outside* the hallowed halls of Campaigns Central, and those few who tried were duly rewarded punished.
It warms wrenches my heart to hear that law enforcement in Denver arrested a major TV network producer for trespassing *on a public sidewalk* [thanks for trying, dood!], that one of those pesky little CodePink women was bashed to the ground by the big bad he-man, and that cops entrapped and whupped on peaceful protestors.
