I was amused to learn, some decades ago, that this fucktarded shit actually took place.
In legal history, an animal trial was the criminal trial of a non-human. Such trials are recorded as having taken place in Europe from the thirteenth century until the eighteenth. […]
Animals, including insects, faced the possibility of criminal charges for several centuries across many parts of Europe. The earliest extant record of an animal trial is the execution of a pig in 1266 at Fontenay-aux-Roses. Such trials remained part of several legal systems until the 18th century. Animal defendants appeared before both church and secular courts, and the offences alleged against them ranged from murder to criminal damage. Human witnesses were often heard and in Ecclesiastical courts they were routinely provided with lawyers (this was not the case in secular courts, but for most of the period concerned, neither were human defendants). If convicted, it was usual for an animal to be executed, or exiled. However, in 1750, a female donkey was acquitted of charges of bestiality due to witnesses to the animal’s virtue and good behaviour while her human co-accused were sentence to death.
Translations of several of the most detailed records can be found in E.P. Evans’ The Criminal Prosecution and Capital Punishment of Animals, published in 1906. Sadakat Kadri’s The Trial: Four Thousand Years of Courtroom Drama (Random House, 2006) contains another detailed examination of the subject. Kadri shows that the trials were part of a broader phenomenon that saw corpses and inanimate objects also face prosecution; and argues that an echo of such rituals survives in modern attitudes towards the punishment of children and the mentally ill. [emphasis added]
Keep in mind: these were your
leaders rulers doing this. Why? Well, what’s the difference between money and political power? Stated another way, cops have no political power individually or in small units, so follow the money.
I’ve been aware of civil asset forfeiture for a long time. It was initially instituted as a fast-lane to seize drug profits (that’s still theft). I’ve even seen spoils myself—such a Chevy Corvette in San Jose painted in police colors, happily advertising itself as a stolen car. Because local cop-thieves get to keep what they steal, and because all cops are pussy wankers, they automatically prey on regular folks and steal their stuff to the tune of BILLIONS, now.
Yea, across The Land of the Free, pathetic Planet Earth Joke that it is, now. It takes a John Oliver to get you Copsucker voters to pay any attention. You do get to laf, though. Pretend you don’t have anything to do with it.
You will never vote your way out of this, fucktards. How we desperately need modern day Martin Luther King’s, Mahatma Gandhi’s, and Henry David Thoreau’s, now. Disobey. Non-violent resistance. Voting and all this political bullshit, is bullshit. It’s wanking, fucktard bullshit.
Civil Asset Forfeiture must be met with simple civil unrest and resistance, not jerking off behind a curtain in public. But I know the score. It’ll never happen. You pretend to care, but you don’t because it touches the few. Cops learned well from the operations of the Mafia. Steal only some, from some, and you get to do it long term.
Democracy is so wonderful. It’s like cleansing. You get to ignore the hard stuff and agitate over the stupid stuff. You get to ignore those being stolen from so that you can focus on getting the government to steal for your fav stuff.
Update: I fucking hate pigs, all pigs in blue, and the only good cop is a dead one. I celebrate every cop killing I hear about and I don’t care the reason. An enemy killing is an enemy killing, and cops are predominately an enemy to anyone with a real brain.
Let me cure your fucktarded ignorance, because I know you have it, especially if you jerk off in public (vote). The 10 Deadliest Jobs:
- Logging Workers
- Fishers And Related Fishing Workers
- Aircraft Pilots And Flight Engineers
- Refuse And Recyclable Material Collectors
- Mining Machine Operators
- Driver/Sales Workers and Truck Drivers
- Farmers, Ranchers, And Other Agricultural Managers
- Electrical Power-Line Installers And Repairers
- Construction Laborers
Where’s the Pussy Thin Blue Line, telling you incessantly that when they go to work, ‘[they] don’t know if they’re coming home?’ Fucking pathetic wastes of fucks and ejaculations.
COPS ARE PUSSIES. They prey on average, unarmerd folks, because they’re even too pussy to protect them from mundane stuff…but they have to be effective; so, they predate upon those they fraudulently avow to protect.
Good Cops = Dead Cops. Until they clean up their pussy shit. I am not against valid, value-ad policing in the slightest. I’m no nihilist. I am outraged at a spectacle of pussy frauds who talk incessantly about how much risk they take on the job (proven lie, see above), combined with their thieving, combined with their predatory behavior against normal people getting a bit uppity.
When you know that you yourself could probably diffuse a situation and the cops end up killing someone over whatever their masturbation fantasies are, you know that it’s the cop who ought to have died instead—to a specific grave pissing at a later date.
Chew on the idea of celebrating every cop killing in America, zero sympathy. Watch WWII movies of Japs and Krauts biting it randomly if you have a problem with that.
Update 2: Since because of that last update, it’s inevitable to get a comment from a fucktard to the tune of ‘I hope you never have to call the cops someday.’
I know how to use all of them, including the Sig Sauer 40 S&W, one handed. Wait for the target rollup. Yes, I know it’s a hostage target. Two heads to pop are better than one:
The blog will be 11 years old in a month and I have never failed to get bullshit from pussy shit ignorants afraid of guns because they think their ignorance is cause enough to be afraid for everyone and agitate to force others. I grew up around loaded guns everywhere.
In the pic above, see that holstered snub nose .38 revolver, top of screen? I grew up with that thing loaded, sitting on top of my grandmother’s bedside table. My dad has the one that was on my grandfather’s bedside table. It’s a long barrel .38. See the holstered .22 Ruger? Here:
That was the first gun I got to carry around like a cowboy, loaded, as a sidearm. I was 10 or 11, reserved for when were were out camping, on hunting trips. I got to shoot at bugs and whatever other shit I wanted, freely. Nobody in camp 100 yards away was worried. I’d grown up with guns, nobody was more afraid of them than they were getting in a car, where risk of death and injury is far greater (fucktards have zero knowledge of risk statistics). My mom gave that gun to me only a few years ago, to add to my collection.
When Seconds Count, The Cops Are Only Minutes Away. And I hate and scoff at everyone who doesn’t understand it.
…And hopefully, when they do finally arrive, they won’t steal your house, car, or any cash and jewelry you don’t have locked and tied down.