A Denver federal judge ruled that Colorado sheriffs suing the state over new firearm restrictions don't have standing to proceed with the case as a group.
But the ruling Wednesday from Chief Judge Marcia Krieger doesn't stop the lawsuit. Twenty-one other plaintiffs suing do have standing. They include individuals and various gun groups.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
After two other Colorado senators were recalled earlier this year for their anti-gun and pro-victim encouraging legislation, Sen. Evie Hudak's neck was next on the chopping block and she knew it.
Rather than stay and fight the recall against her, Hudak tucked tail and ran. She even failed to show up to her own press conference.
Today she submitted her resignation letter to the Secretary of the Senate.
But her resignation guarantees that another demoncrat will take over her seat and deny the Republicans an opportunity to gain control of the state senate and deny the citizens of Colorado an opportunity to elect her replacement.
The fight isn't over.
UPDATE: The rape survivors who testified against a bill that would ban concealed carry on college campuses and who were disrespected by Hudak in the process reacted to the news that Hudak had resigned: HERE
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
The Multicam pattern we've all grown to love (or hate) has now added 3 new patterns for various climates and 1 new pattern for LEO. Let's take a look, shall we? The italicized descriptions are directly from the MultiCam site.
First, we have the classic MultiCam pattern we are all familiar with:
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Second, the MultiCam pattern tweaked for desert conditions:
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Third, the pattern tweaked for lush vegetation:
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Fourth, snow camo:
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Fifth, and guaranteed to be most hated for other reasons than the color, the LEO pattern:
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So, there we have it.
For those of you who need a camouflage more suited to your AO, you now have better options.
But don't go throwing away your original MultiCam camos away yet. According to the website, "The patterns all have distinct roles but are designed to work together as a system to meet the needs of nearly any operating environment, all while helping the wearer do so with the least amount of kit possible."
You can learn more at multicampattern.com
Sunday, November 24, 2013
I just wrote this, and will be posting it around. Or you can. I'm going to tack it onto the end of The Bracken Anthology.
Get yourself a thirty-footer and go!
By Matt Bracken
This essay is directed to all freedom-lovers, but primarily to young unmarried American men. (At my age I count thirties as young, and would readily grant special dispensation beyond that.) It’s dedicated to the guides who showed me the stars, and to thirty great years of both calm and stormy weather.
If you are a Millennial who feels that the Land of Opportunity has at least temporarily suspended the offer, leaving you stranded in somewhat less-than-hoped-for circumstances, I’m writing this for you. Maybe you did the Sandbox trip, and maybe you didn’t. Set that aside. Nonetheless, America has left you feeling like an unwanted cat or dog tossed out of the family SUV at a distant highway rest stop. If that’s you, then let me suggest a novel idea for making a fresh start, one that is particularly well suited to a young man in these uncertain times.
A bit of bio for context. I learned to sail on the Chesapeake Bay in the 1960s and ’70s by accepting crewing invitations with a relative here, a friend there. From Sunfish to Hobie Cats to my beloved Aunt Louise’s Columbia 26 Panacea, I knew a sheet from a halyard before I was a teenager. Learning to sail isn’t rocket science, it’s more like learning to ride a bike. From dinghies to schooners, the same principles drive sailboats through the water.
Almost exactly forty years ago when I was a junior in high school, I had the good fortune to spend my Christmas break in the Caribbean aboard the 33-foot wooden sloop Maica with my sister Mary and Dai, my Welsh brother-in-law. Over my vacation we sailed between a half-dozen Caribbean islands and I was first exposed to the cruising scene. This was during the winter of the much-anticipated Comet Kohoutek, and if that name does not ring a bell, you are younger than I am.
Even in 1973, long-distance sailors were already crossing the oceans on everything from steel schooners to ferro-cement ketches to plywood trimarans. Free as the wind is more than just an expression—it’s a way of life for blue-water cruisers! Even then, cruising sailors were producing their own electricity with solar panels and jerry-built wind generators. Diesel engines pushed and powered the boats when the wind wasn’t cooperating.
Other aspects of the cruising life immediately appealed to a young man of sixteen, such as the abbreviated swimwear worn by the suntanned French and Scandinavian girls. I was ready to quit high school and remain in the Caribbean as a hitchhiking sailor, crewing for my berth and board, but Mary and Dai persuaded to finish my education, at least through college, and return to the islands as a boat owner, and not merely as a hand, paid or otherwise.
During a college summer break, I made a trans-Atlantic voyage aboard Maica with my sister and brother-in-law. College led to the Navy, but soon enough I returned to living aboard, first on a 35-foot fiberglass sloop with my young bride, and later on a 48-foot steel cutter of my own construction. I’ve been through the Panama Canal a couple of times and I’ve been around the cruising scene long enough to have learned a few things that might not be common knowledge in your possibly landlocked or frozen neck of the woods.
And as a writer of near-future dystopian fiction, I’ve done considerable research into various historical periods that I believe have lessons for the times in which we are living. Here, then, are a few of them I’d like to pass along. They’re not original to me, but I believe they are worth restating to the next generation.
Sometimes new situations present themselves as special opportunities for certain generations. Leaving the old country for the new world. The 19th century’s Go West, young man! American soldier ex-pats remaining in Europe after both world wars. The Hippie Trail across Asia in the seventies. Each presented a unique opportunity for the generation then coming of age.
Today another set of circumstances presents another generational opportunity, at least for those who will accept the challenge. It involves a glut of perfectly good older fiberglass sailboats, coinciding with an at-best stagnant economy and even worse, the steady erosion of liberty in what we used to call the land of the free and the home of the brave.
I understand that the sentence immediately preceding this one has just lost the interest of 97 percent of my readers up to this point. That’s okay, the essay is not written for you. Go in peace. This essay is for the other three percent.
Still here? Good.
Some believe that America is morphing into a socialist police state. Couple the diminishing freedom with the lack of economic opportunity, especially for today’s non-minority, un-preferred, un-affirmative-actioned and basically unwanted excess of young males, and an obvious question presents itself. Why stick around the States during this dismal stretch of history? Why not see the world instead, or at least be ready to go on a moment’s notice?
Another history lesson. Sometimes “getting out of Dodge” and far away from trouble and tumult is what matters the most. Ask the Greeks at Smyrna in 1922 about the importance of booking a ticket out in time. Ask the Russian “kulaks,” or the European Jews, or the Vietnamese boat people, or Christians in the Middle East today about the importance of having a viable escape plan. History repeatedly teaches that by the time freedom is conclusively lost in a nation, the exits have usually been nailed shut to prevent unauthorized travel by “bad comrades” and various other scapegoats for regime failure.
Back in the 1990s I was tied stern-to the quay wall in the inner harbor at Hilo, Hawaii, during a trans-Pacific pit stop. While there, I met a Russian family closing in on a circumnavigation aboard a rather crude and basic 40-footer. It had taken them a number of years to circle the globe from Vladivostok. Before that, the father had built their rough-and-ready but seaworthy escape pod from the scraps he could scrounge.
These mad Russians set out for the freedom of the outer world while the Soviet Union was imploding and the Russian ruble (along with their savings) was virtually worthless. They didn’t stick around Mother Russia’s Far East to endure the chaos and deprivation accompanying the collapse of the Evil Empire. Instead, they took a flyer and they sailed around the world for five or six years, teaching themselves English and French, home-schooling their small children, and working along the way.
So let me say this to any young American man who has read this far: you have it a lot easier than Ivan and Natasha did, Bucko! Today in America the escape pods are already made for you, and they’re cheaper and more plentiful than ever. Right now there are entire fiberglass forests of suitable mini-yachts going for a song, just ripe for your plucking!
So, maybe it’s time to consider getting off that rat wheel you call a job and sidestep the sideways-eight over to where infinity is represented by 360 degrees of ocean and sky, where foreign ports beckon from every point of the compass. You would be joining the worldwide fraternity of semi-stateless expat nomads who have already been out there for years and decades, living off the grid, always mobile, literally sailing under the radar.
Still here? I thought so.
“So how do I get there, Matt? I’m just a cubicle rat trapped in Philly or Phoenix, and I don’t know the first thing about sailboats. How do I go about pulling this off?”
Well, start with the supply side of the equation. (The demand is your desire.) There has never been a better time to find a seaworthy 30-footer and go sailing. They are everywhere, thousands of them, cheap! Why do I pick that size? Because that’s plenty of sailboat for a young man, or for a fellow with a young bride or girlfriend along for the adventure. Thirty feet is enough sailboat to cross an ocean while creating your own electricity, carrying your own food and water, and most importantly, charting your own course and choosing your destination. It’s a big world out there, and it’s not all going to hell in a handbasket. Just ask Ivan and Natasha.
Can you live aboard an even smaller vessel and safely cross oceans? Certainly, but below 30 feet you will usually sacrifice standing headroom inside your boat, and you won’t be able to convince many young ladies to try living aboard a severely cramped micro-cruiser with an interior like a roomy coffin.
But for the record, very tiny sailboats can safely cross oceans, and this is not a recent phenomenon. Read about John Guzzwell’s epic circumnavigation aboard his homemade 17-foot sloop Trekka way back in the 1950s to understand what is possible. Or read the books written by Robin Lee Graham or Tania Aebi or the many others who have successfully circumnavigated on vessels smaller than the ones we are discussing. And those pioneers did it without GPS or long-range communications! Their books and many more about living aboard sailboats and the cruising life in general are languishing on the shelves of your local library, just waiting to provide insight and inspiration to future ocean sailors.
What about vessels larger than 30 feet? In my opinion, the “sweet spot” for a young bachelor of limited financial means is an older fiberglass sloop (single mast, two sails) between 30 and 35 feet in overall length. If you can afford a 40-footer, by all means go for it. You will be able to carry more stuff, your ride across the ocean waves will be more comfortable, and more members of the opposite sex will be impressed with your lifestyle. But your annual outlay for marina fees, bottom paint and so on will be quite a bit higher. Since you will need a financial “cruising kitty” to live on while sailing, you shouldn’t sink every dollar you have into a bigger boat than you can afford to maintain over the longer term.
Why I am I discussing only fiberglass boats? Because unlike previous generations of rot-prone wooden yachts, with minimal upkeep most fiberglass sailboats just go on and on, decade after decade. There are now a half-century’s worth of fiberglass sailboats still afloat or waiting in boatyards for your inspection. This annually increasing backlog means the prices for sound and solid older boats have been going down for years.
A spanking-new name-brand 30-footer might sell for $150,000 today, yet there are near clones of that shiny new yacht selling for between $10,000 and $50,000, depending upon age, make and condition. Sometimes even cheaper (and usually older or storm-damaged) sailboats can be found. But a remarkable feature of even old fiberglass boats is that in most cases, with the steady application of elbow grease and some basic fiberglass and woodworking skills, they can rapidly be brought back to “like new” condition.
This, then, is the gambit, and why this essay is primarily directed to young single men: in my experience very few young women have a taste for enduring the ordeal of rehabbing an old sailboat from keel to masthead. Fiberglass work is filthy and nasty. It is guaranteed to involve weeks or months of hard, miserable work in stifling hot boatyards. Often while in sweat-soaked Tyvek coveralls with a dirty respirator strapped to your face. Fun? Not.
At the lower financial limit of the possible, you will live aboard your vessel in a DIY boatyard while fixing her up. As each section is refurbished you adjust your living and working areas until your older sloop is once again shipshape. Or you might not care much about the cosmetics, you just want a seaworthy boat that is ready for the ocean, and in that case your time in the boatyard will be commensurately shorter. Some projects can be done after your boat is back in the water, and you will get your first taste of living afloat.
How can this plan be executed, practically speaking? First, you need to do some research on the internet until you are familiar with the makes and models and conditions and costs of fiberglass sailboats built over the last 40 years. Then you should travel to the coastal locations where the boats are found.
Start with eBay and other more specialized websites such as Boat Trader. Then visit working boatyards and roam around—you will learn a lot by observing dozens of boats out of the water. A road trip to visit a string of large marinas and working boatyards along a stretch of coastline would be more advantageous than flying in to inspect one particular boat for sale.
After you make your selection, if the boat of your dreams is not yet ready for the ocean (and she won’t be if you bought her on the cheap), then it makes sense to do the rehab work near her location. Overland truck transport is a possible but very expensive option. Most often, boats in rough shape are fixed up in the boatyard where they were purchased, or they might be launched and towed or motored to another nearby DIY yard offering better rates.
If you can already do yacht painting, fiberglass work, wood joinery, diesel repairs or have other applicable skills, you might even get a day job right in the boatyard where your future dream yacht is located, while you live aboard and fix her up after yard business hours and on weekends. It’s a tried-and-true shoestring financing tactic I’ve seen replayed many times in various boatyards over the decades.
But if you have enough money saved up to work on your boat full time without needing an outside income, the project will move ahead much more rapidly. Working on your boat full time also shortens the number of “lay days” you will spend in the yard, and minimizes your ultimate yard bill. Each day in the yard costs money, and “no cash, no splash” is the policy at every boatyard regarding their tenant boats up on the dry ground. (And why a lot of boats in arrears wind up on the used-boat market at divorce-sale prices.)
If you can move your yacht to a friend’s back lot, warehouse or dock where you will not be charged rent, you will save even more money. However, it’s not a trivial matter to haul a 30-foot sailboat over the road, so in most cases, you will initially do the work in the boatyard where you discovered and bought your vessel. Depending on the purchase cost, your marketable skills and other factors, it’s reasonable to estimate that a bachelor on a very tight budget might need six months to get an old sloop ready for the ocean again.
On the other hand, if you can afford an outlay of $30,000–$50,000, you can buy a “turn-key” sailboat that is cruising-ready from day one. This also opens up more options to those who could not or would not contemplate months of filthy boatyard work, including, of course, many gung-ho women sailors bent on the cruising life. If you have an even higher budget, boats over 40 feet become an option. How much equity do you have in that unloved mortgage trap where you currently hang your hat?
A caveat: if your physical limitations mean that sailing the ocean waves is not a realistic option, then sidestep again over to my other top recommendation. Substitute “houseboat” for “sailboat” in the above essay. You will give up the ocean-crossing potential of a sailboat for much greater access to thousands of miles of inland waterways, from Texas to the Chesapeake Bay and beyond. Thousands of miles of rivers, lakes, estuaries, bays and creeks that are physically separated from our crowded cities and highways, if that thought has any appeal.
Don’t overestimate your physical abilities. Sailing on the ocean requires agility and stamina. Bad weather can last for days, throwing up terrifying waves that will challenge both your boat and you. Sailing on the ocean is not for everybody. A houseboat or trawler is for everybody else. You can’t cross oceans on a houseboat, but you will live aboard a mobile and nearly invisible escape pod, moving inconspicuously along the Intra-Coastal Waterway from state to state as liberty and economic opportunities wax and wane.
Whether you choose sail or power, the bottom line is that you can sidestep a decade locked in a cube in Rejectionville by living aboard an old but perfectly sound fiberglass boat that you buy cheap and fix up. You can stop running in place on the government or corporate rat wheel and escape from the matrix of our burgeoning American police state. At least for now, the only chains holding you down in your dead-end burg are those around your mind. Remember Ivan and Natasha from Vladivostok, and count yourself lucky.
Keep in mind that owning a sailboat that can cross oceans doesn’t mean you have to. But if the proverbial shit ever hits the fan, and the day comes that you need to put on your seven-league boots and head for another country or even another continent, it’s as simple as aiming your bow past the breakwater and sailing straight over the blue horizon.
But before you click over to the websites advertising used sailboats, click over to where you sample music and check out “Sideways Eight” by Echo and the Bunnymen. It’s perfect mood music for discovering infinite new horizons. And while you’re there, check out “Stormy Weather,” “Seven Seas,” “The Killing Moon,” and many other songs performed by the greatest English rock band that most Americans have never heard of.
Now, while those oceanic freedomista anthems are blasting through your ear buds, start looking for great deals on old fiberglass boats. How much cash could you realistically scrape together? $15,000? $20,000? That’s enough to begin searching for your very own escape pod. If you start now, you could be in the islands by the summer of Comet Ison, 40 years after my life-changing winter of Comet Kohoutek.
—Matthew Bracken is the author of the Enemies Foreign And Domestic Trilogy, Castigo Cay and other short stories and nonfiction essays. He graduated from the University of Virginia and Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL Training in 1979. He is married and lives in Florida.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
‘Patriot Dawn: The Resistance Rises’ will be available for FREE download on Kindle this weekend November 23/24.
H/T to Matt Bracken for the tip on how to do this – and for telling me that it does make sense to give my book out for free!
According to the Amazon Kindle information, the free download should be available from approximately midnight pacific time (Friday night) through midnight on the Sunday night.Patriot Dawn is also now available in Kindle Select for Amazon Prime members to borrow and share.
If you don’t have an actual Kindle, you can download the kindle reading app for most devices, including your laptop/smartphone, and read the book that way.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
I see several critical shortcomings in their strategy, if you can call it that. To restate that strategy, it’s two fold: leave our country, or get killed.
I’ll start out by making some analogies. If you’re building a house, you start with a… building blueprint. If you’re starting a business, you start with a… business plan. If you’re conducting an operation, you start with the… planning phase of the mission. (And mission analysis soon follows.) Call me crazy but I like to measure twice and cut once. I don’t like to get halfway through a project, and realize that I have to go back to a previous step because I failed to plan (proper prior planning prevents piss poor performance), or realize that I have to start all over because I screwed it up royally. I’d like to enjoy the cake I bake the first go around.
I really feel like I’m pointing out the obvious here. Here are my objections, in summary.
Go here to read the rest of Sam's spot-on analysis.
Having no plan is a plan to fail.
Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Sam covers a lot of ground. Read and then read again.
I’m going back through and re-reading Nagl’s Learning to Eat Soup with a Knife. The name of the book comes from T.E. Lawrence’s observation that, “Making war upon insurgencies is messy and slow, like eating soup with a knife.”
This morning on a local radio show where I was passing through, the morning talk show hosts were taking calls on whether or not the state should secede. The score was 8-7 in favor of secession as the voices faded to static, and I was forced to scan the band again. Sounds like anecdotal evidence of some support to me.
I make it no secret that I’m a secessionist. The states made the federal government, and the states can withdraw from the federal government. There’s a bloody precedent somewhere in there. Do I have all the answers? No. Am I working on answering them? I would be a masochist if I wasn’t (or maybe a masochist if I was). But the moneyed interests and usurped authority resides in DC; a place in which we’ve demonstrated an inability to reign in the money and power, and it leaves us with no choice but to leave the plantation. We’re slaves, farming for our masters. We have the skills to work the land, and there’s no reason why we can’t start our own farms. Thanks to John Ainsworth, I understand that our “federal” government has become a national government; something akin to the serf-lord-king relational monarchies of Old World Europe. In short, I believe it’s up to us to take that usurped power back but we have to do it at the state level. The state is our legal and geographical shield, but our resistance to federal tyranny is our sword. But I digress…
I have plenty of thoughts — certainly more thoughts than I had the first time I read it as a buck sergeant in Baghdad, a couple tours ago — and I’d like to share them here. In the introduction, John Nagl writes, “This book explains how to build military organizations that can adapt quickly and effectively to future changes in warfare.” As I look at the FreeFor across the States, planning for exile to their bug out locations or to other islands of freedom, I see Americans that are going to have to “adapt quickly and effectively to future changes in warfare.” For most of you, your starting point isn’t that advanced to begin with (that’s a harsh reality of having no previous military or combat experience, and not a personal indictment against any of you; also it applies only so far as warfare is concerned, and not prepping in general…), and, as they say, the learning curve is vertical. Everyone needs to read this book, if for no other reason than that it applies directly to making war on insurgencies, resistance movements, revolution, etc..
Much to digest.
Nothing to see here. Just another power grid infrastructure exercise building on the lessons of the 2011 GridEx.
Without power for an extended period of time, society will become a WORL society.
It will be much worse than depicted below:
Monday, November 11, 2013
Bill Whittle proposes an idea.
I want to do a web series called THE COMMON SENSE RESISTANCE. I want it to be set in an apocalyptic future. I want it to be a series of very short messages – two minutes, tops – sent via pirate signal into the information net. I want it to be about people who can fix things and be independent on the run from people that want to control people. I want them to be young, outnumbered, scared, deadly, capable, smart and cunning. I want them to live off the grid, in abandoned factories, and sewers, and crawl through the rubble trying to put the pieces back together… and I want those common-sense messages to have life-or-death stakes; where people literally risk and often lose their lives getting out information on Laffer curves and The Unseen Hand and private property and individual rights in a world where all these things have vanished and are not likely to come back.
I want the Common Sense Resistance to be the story of young people flipping the bird to the big-state, all-seeing, all-powerful Big Brother.
Read his entire thoughts on the subject here and chime in.
Monday through Wednesday. Free on Amazon Kindle.
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
Reader J Dawg sends:
Hey Resister in the Rockies (and WRSA guy)
OK, so I'm in the marketing/advertising business and had a credit with a vendor that was expiring, so I had to use the money or I'd lose it.
I've been inspired by your blogs (WRSA & Resister in the Rockies), so I decided all of us patriot readers needed a “morale patch”. As a result, I had 200 of them made and will be giving them away for FREE while they last.
100 in Coyote and 100 in OD Green. Both versions have hook n' loop back so they're easy to slap on a shirt, pack, or wherever. The patches are 2” in diameter. I chose the international symbol for electrical resistance, because it's a subtle way to say that “I'm a resistor”. Maybe we're all part of Ohm's Army? I've seen it on your blog before!
So here's how you and your readers can get one of these FREE spiffy morale patches
1. SEND: Send a self-addressed, stamped #10 business envelope with 46-cents postage affixed ,to the address below. That's a first class stamp.
2. COLOR: Indicate which color you want- Coyote or OD green on a slip of paper. I'll do my best to get you what you want, but if I run out of one color , I'll substitute the other.
3. IF I RUN OUT of patches, I'm sorry, but I'll simply return the envelope empty (You're riskin' 46-cents!). Not much else I can do. I'll let WRSA and R in the R know.
4. LIMIT: Limit one patch per household, please.
If people really like them and want them, then I'll consider making some up and sell them for $3 each. Might consider a baseball cap with a direct-embroidery too if there's interest.
Send your request to:
J Dawg's Free Morale Patch
P.O. Box 170695
Milwaukee, WI 53217
As they come in, I'll drop a patch in your envelope and mail it pronto!
P.S. If the heat ever wants to know what that symbol means, simply tell them that it's your “electronics club from high school”
P.S.S. I know that “one who resists, is a resister” and that the symbol I used is for resistor, but let's not get too technical here, OK!?
Thanks J Dawg! That's very generous of you.
Friday, November 8, 2013
This is a chronic epidemic right up there with puppycide.
On the heels of the shocking anal probing controversy in New Mexico, the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) has revealed that a New Mexico woman was allegedly stripped-searched, vaginally probed and then taken to a hospital for more invasive examinations after crossing into El Paso, Texas, from Mexico in December.
The biggest difference between this case and the anal probing cases in New Mexico, she said, is the Border Patrol had no search warrant when it took her client to the hospital in El Paso. No drugs were ever found on the woman.
They can't hide behind their badge forever.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
A company called Solid Concepts claim to have printed the world's first working 3D metal gun.
“The whole concept of using a laser sintering process to 3D Print a metal gun revolves around proving the reliability, accuracy and usability of 3D Metal Printing as functional prototypes and end use products,” says Solid Concepts’ Vice President of Additive Manufacturing Kent Firestone. “It’s a common misconception that laser sintering isn’t accurate or strong enough, and we’re working to change people’s perspective.”
This is a game changer. It was only a matter of time.
Read the rest here at their site.
Yes, you can make a gun from pipes and springs. But this is a GUN.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
|Officer Bobby Orosco and Officer Robert Chavez - Chronic Butt Examiners|
It's a story that has left the entire country wondering about the state of law enforcement in New Mexico.
4 On Your Side revealed how David Eckert rolled through a stop sign in Deming.
A K-9 named Leo alerted that it sniffed drugs on Eckert's driver's seat.
And, for the next 14 hours, those police officers, and doctors at the Gila Regional Medical Center performed eight medical procedures including x-rays, rectal finger exams, enemas, and finally a colonoscopy.
According to a federal lawsuit, officers Bobby Orosco and Robert Chavez were two of the officers involved, and they never found drugs inside Eckert.
Our investigation reveals another chapter. Another man, another minor traffic violation, another incident with Leo the K-9 and another example of the violation of a man's body.
Police reports state deputies stopped Timothy Young because he turned without putting his blinker on.
Again, Leo the K-9 alerts on Young's seat.
Young is taken to the Gila Regional Medical Center in Silver City, and just like Eckert, he's subjected to medical procedures including x-rays of his stomach and an anal exam.
Again, police found nothing, and again the procedures were done without consent, and in a county not covered by the search warrant.
We've learned more about that drug dog, Leo, that seems to get it wrong pretty often. He might be getting it wrong because he's not even certified in New Mexico.
If you take a look at the dog's certification, the dog did get trained. But his certification to be a drug dog expired in April 2011. K-9s need yearly re-certification courses, and Leo is falling behind.
"We have done public requests to find anything that would show this dog has been trained, we have evidence that this dog has had false alerts in the past," Eckert's attorney Shannon Kennedy said.
The doctors from the Gila Regional Medical Center have been turned over to the state licensing board. It's possible they could lose the ability to practice medicine.
And the police officers will be answering to a law enforcement board.
The doctors who performed these procedures are also being held accountable.
But the report mentions nothing of the judge who signed these Search Warrants. That person needs to be held accountable too. Wishful thinking.
While we were sleeping, they built the prison around us.
Prison rules are in effect.
Resist every way you can.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Deliberate. Blatant. Unforgivable. UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Here's the breakdown of what happened from Chicks on The Right:
When the PTB aren't subject to the rules, neither are the people they insist they lord over.1. David Eckert, regular Joe Shmo, finishes up his shopping at Walmart, and then neglects to come to a complete stop at a stop sign pulling out of the parking lot. Cop stops him.
2. Cop observes David Eckert seemingly clenching his butt cheeks. Decides that's probable cause to suspect Eckert is hiding drugs in his butt. He detains Eckert and obtains search warrant to allow for an anal cavity search.
3. Cop takes Eckert to ER. Doc there refuses to do cavity search citing it's "unethical."
4. Other medical center is all, "Sure! We'll happily anally probe him!" Eckert is admitted. And then the real fun begins.* Eckert's abdomen is x-rayed. No drugs.* Eckert's anus is probed. No drugs.* Eckert's anus is probed again. Still no drugs.* Eckert is given an enema, and forced to crap in front of docs and police. His stool is searched. No drugs.* A second enema is given. Same deal. No drugs.* A third enema is given. Again, no drugs.* Docs perform another x-ray. No drugs.* Eckert is sedated, and a freaking COLONOSCOPY is performed. NO FREAKING DRUGS.
At no time during any of this did Eckert agree or give consent. In fact, he protested throughout, as well he should have. And he's suing the crap out of everyone now, as well as he should. And with any luck, he'll win, because if you can believe it, the story gets even better.
The medical center which subjected him to all of this crap? NOT IN THE COUNTY WHERE THE WARRANT WAS ISSUED. Whoops. And even if it HAD been? It expired at 10pm, which was three hours BEFORE the colonoscopy occurred. Double whoops.
And the icing on the cake? The medical center is BILLING ECKERT for all of these procedures, you guys.
I can't even process how much is wrong with this. Apparently, if you look like you might be clenching your butt cheeks, you can suffer through a freaking COLONOSCOPY at the hands of cops now.
We still live in America, right?
You "Good Cops" better clean your own house and soon, or you might get caught up with the garbage when people take it upon themselves to do the job for you.
This isn't a threat. This isn't a warning. This is just reality.
Monday, November 4, 2013
All right, it seems we got the real story on this now.
In the last few days, a story has emerged in the mainstream media regarding the Naval Special Warfare (NSW) community, specifically the SEAL Teams, being ordered to cease and desist wear of the Don’t Tread On Me (DTOM) patch many wear on their uniforms. Although NSW personnel have been ordered to quit wearing the patch on their left arm immediately, there is more to the story and the background isn’t what is being discussed in the mainstream. You are being told half-truths by people who don’t know what they are talking about. This has nothing to do with politics and everything to do with getting the paperwork done.Go read the rest of it over at SoldierSystems.com
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