THE MYTH OF POLICE VIOLENCE AGAINST BLACK MEN

Police Violence against Black Men Is Rare And the media narrative to the contrary is damaging. A few days ago, former police officer Jason Stockley, who is white, was acquitted of first-degree murder; he had fatally shot Anthony Lamar Smith, who was black, in 2011. Protests started in St. Louis, where the shooting took place and Stockley was judged, immediately after the verdict was announced. Although they were initially peaceful, they soon turned violent, and dozens of protesters were arrested while several police officers were injured. Since the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, just outside St. Louis, in 2014, this has become a familiar pattern. This article is not about whether Stockley should have been acquitted. Instead, I want to talk about the underlying narrative regarding the prevalence of police brutality against black men in the U.S., which is largely undisputed in the media. According to this narrative, black men are constantly harassed by the police and routinely brutalized with impunity, even when they have done nothing wrong, and there is an “epidemic of police shootings of unarmed black men.” Even high-profile black celebrities often claim to be afraid of the police because the same thing might happen to them. Police brutality, or at least the possibility that one might become a victim of such violence, is supposed to be part of the experience of a typical black man in the U.S. Events such as the death of Brown in Ferguson are presented as proof that black men are never safe from the police. This narrative is false. In reality, a randomly selected black man is overwhelmingly unlikely to be victim of police violence — and though white men experience such violence even less often, the disparity is consistent with the racial gap in violent crime, suggesting that the role of racial bias is small.

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THE DEATH OF FAKE NEWS

Famous fake news writer found dead in Phoenix
PHOENIX (AP) — A leading purveyor of fake news in the 2016 presidential election has died outside Phoenix at the age of 38.
Maricopa County Sheriff's Office spokesman Mark Casey said Tuesday authorities discovered Paul Horner dead in his bed on Sept. 18.
Casey said the Maricopa County medical examiner performed an autopsy which showed there were no signs of foul play. He said Horner had a history of prescription drug abuse and that "evidence at the scene suggested this could be an accidental overdose."
Horner was known for writing false stories and disseminating internet hoaxes that often went viral on Facebook and hoodwinked thousands of people.
Horner took on greater prominence during the presidential election when false stories were widely shared on social media during the race between Trump and Hillary Clinton.
In an interview with The Washington Post in 2016, Horner said he thought Trump won the White House because of him. Horner said Trump's supporters didn't fact-check his stories before posting them.
J.J., Horner's brother, said Paul considered his work satire and explained that his brother's unique eye for hoaxes and hypocrisy at a young age later worked as clickbait in the internet world.


DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE SHERIFF JOE WAS AT THE TIME????

BLOWING SMOKE

Do you know what it is?

Tobacco Smoke Enema Kit
(1750s - 1810s).

The tobacco enema was used to infuse tobacco smoke into a patient's rectum for various medical purposes, but primarily the resuscitation of drowning victims.   

A rectal tube inserted into the anus was connected to a fumigator and bellows that forced the smoke into the rectum. The warmth of the smoke was thought to promote respiration.   

Doubts about the credibility of tobacco enemas led to the popular phrase "Blowing Smoke Up Your Ass."   

As you are most likely aware, this odd tool is still heavily used by all levels of government today.

THE VIETNAMESE IMMIGRANT

This took place in July 2010…fantastic!

VIETNAMESE IMMIGRANT --  The difference between legal and illegal. This is something everyone in America should read.

The town of Prescott Valley, AZ, hosted a Freedom Rally. Quang Nguyen was asked to speak on his experience of coming to America and what it means. He spoke the following in dedication to all Vietnam Veterans. Thought you might enjoy hearing what he had to say:

35 years ago, if you were to tell me that I am going to stand up here speaking to a couple of thousand people, in English, I'd laugh at you. Man, every morning I wake up thanking God for putting my family and me in the greatest country on earth.  I just want you all to know that the American dream does exist and I am living the American dream. I was asked to speak to you about my experience as a first-generation Vietnamese-American, but I'd  rather speak to you as an American.

If you hadn't noticed, I am not white, and I feel pretty comfortable with my people. I am a proud U.S. citizen and here is my proof.  It took me eight years to get citizenship, waiting in endless lines, but I got it, and I am very proud of it.

I still remember the images of the Tet offensive in 1968, I was six years old. Now you might want to question how a 6-year-old boy could remember anything.  Trust me; those images can never be erased.  I can't even imagine what it was like for young American soldiers, 10,000 miles away from home, fighting on my behalf

35 years ago, I left South Vietnam for political asylum. The war had ended.  At the age of 13, I left with the understanding that I may or may not ever get to see my siblings or parents again.  I was one of the first lucky 100,000 Vietnamese allowed to come to the U.S. Somehow, my family and I were reunited five months later, amazingly, in California. It was a miracle from God.

If you haven't heard lately that this is the greatest country on earth, I am telling you that right now.  It was the freedom and the opportunities presented to me that put me here with all of you tonight.  I also remember the barriers that I had to overcome every step of the way. My high school counselor told me that I could not make it to college due to my poor communication skills. I proved him wrong.  I finished college. You see, all you have to do is to give this little boy an opportunity and encourage him to take it and run with it.  Well, I took the opportunity and here I am.

This person standing tonight in front of you could not exist under a socialist/communist environment. By the way, if you think socialism is the way to go, I am sure many people here will chip in to get you a one-way ticket out of here. And if you didn't know, the only difference between socialism and communism is an AK-47 aimed at your head. That was my experience.

In 1982, I stood with a thousand new immigrants, reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and listening to the National Anthem for the first time as an American. To this day, I can't remember anything sweeter and more patriotic than that moment in my life.

Fast forwarding, somehow I finished high school, finished college, and like any other goofball 21-year-old kid, I was having a great time with my life. I had a nice job and a nice apartment in Southern California. In some way and somehow, I had forgotten how I got here and why I was here.

One day I was at a gas station, I saw a veteran pumping gas on the other side of the island. I don't know what made me do it, but I walked over and asked if he had served in Vietnam. He smiled and said yes. I shook and held his hand. That grown man began to well up.  I walked away as fast as I could and at that very moment, I was emotionally rocked. This was a profound moment in my life. I knew something had to change in my life. It was time for me to learn how to be a good citizen. It was time for me to give back.

You see, America is not just a place on the map, it isn't just a physical location. It is an ideal, a concept. And if you are an American, you must understand the concept, you must accept this concept, and most importantly, you have to fight and defend this concept. This is about Freedom and not free stuff. And that is why I am standing up here.

Brothers and sisters, to be a real American, the very least you must do is to learn English and understand it well. You cannot be a faithful, patriotic citizen if you can't speak the language of the country you live in. Take this document of 46 pages - last I looked on the Internet; there was not a Vietnamese translation of the U.S. Constitution. It took me a long time to get to the point of being able to converse, and until this day, I still struggle to come up with the right words. It's not easy, but if it's too easy, it's not worth doing.

Before I knew this 46-page document, I learned of the 500,000 Americans who fought for this little boy. I learned of the 58,000 names inscribed on the black wall at the Vietnam Memorial. You are my heroes. You are my founders.

At this time, I would like to ask all the Vietnam veterans to please stand. I thank you for my life. I thank you for your sacrifices, and I thank you for giving me the freedom and liberty I have today. I now ask all veterans, firefighters, and police officers, to please stand. On behalf of all first generation immigrants, I thank you for your services and may God bless you all.

Quang Nguyen

Creative Director/Founder Caddis Advertising, LLC

"God Bless America" "One Flag, One Language, One Nation Under God"

THE ACTUAL SPEACH

MORE LIBERAL IDIOCY ABOUT COTTON

‎Daniell NAME WITHHELD‎ to Hobby Lobby
September 14 at 7:13pm · Killeen, TX · 
This decor is WRONG on SO many levels. There is nothing decorative about raw cotton... A commodity which was gained at the expense of African-American slaves.
A little sensitivity goes a long way.
PLEASE REMOVE THIS "decor".

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NAME WITHHELD What!!Then maybe we shouldn't wear clothes made of cotton!!

NAME WITHHELD Steadman Get real you stupid ignorant people we picked cotton when I was a kid there was white blacks Mexicans everything is not about Slavery

NAME WITHHELD Holding I see nothing wrong. It is just cotton.

NAME WITHHELD Daniel, sure hope the clothes you're wearing don't have cotton in them either......because that wouldn't be very sensitive!!!

NAME WITHHELD People are ignorant. We picked cotton growing and I promise you we never had a slave or knew anyone who did.

NAME WITHHELD Lol but case no one is thinking like that lady. What crazy people haha now I need one of these!

NAME WITHHELD are you serious? you think that only black folks and slaves picked cotton? and why wouldn't it be decorative, it's a beautiful plant. btw.. my WHITE father picked cotton when he was 4 years old til he was able to get out of the fields with education...go get some!

NAME WITHHELD Eye roll into insert here!!! She needs an education in, well, everything!

NAME WITHHELD Find a life

NAME WITHHELD Oh, please!!! We use the cotton in wreaths and things! It has nothing to do with anything negative! It is judt beautiful!!!!

NAME WITHHELD cotton is beautiful, and i worked in the cotton fields long hard hours as a child. i am a white person. it is time people stop looking at slavery as a black thing. many white people worked in the fields ,and specking for myself i am a much stronger person for it. it it all how u look at things

1950'S EMAIL

Long ago and far away,

In a land that time forgot,

Before the days of Dylan,

Or the dawn of Camelot.

There lived a race of innocents,

And they were you and me,

For Ike was in the White House

In that land where we were born,

Where navels were for oranges,

And Peyton Place was porn.

We longed for love and romance,

And waited for our Prince,

Eddie Fisher married Liz,

And no one's seen him since.

We danced to 'Little Darlin',

And sang to 'Stagger Lee'

And cried for Buddy Holly

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then,

And 3 was one too many,

And only boys wore flat-top cuts,

Except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams

Did we expect to see

A boy named George with Lipstick,

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon,

Annette was oh, so nice,

And when they made a movie,

They never made it twice.

We didn't have a Star Trek Five,

Or Psycho Two and Three,

Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold,

And Chester had a limp,

And Reagan was a Democrat

Whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard,

But not a Mr. T,

And Oprah couldn't talk yet,

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes,

We never thought they'd go,

At least not Bobby Darin,

Or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal,

And life was yet to be,

And Elvis was forever

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never seen the rock band

That was Grateful to be Dead,

And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson,

And Zeppelins were not Led

And Beatles lived in gardens then,

And Monkees lived in trees,

Madonna was Mary

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never heard of microwaves,

Or telephones in cars,

And babies might be bottle-fed,

But they were not grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out,

And 'gay' meant fancy-free,

And dorms were never co-Ed

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn't seen enough of jets

To talk about the lag,

And microchips were what was left

At the bottom of the bag.

And hardware was a box of nails,

And bytes came from a flea,

And rocket ships were fiction

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

T-Birds came with portholes,

And side shows came with freaks,

And bathing suits came big enough

To cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles,

And skirts below the knee,

And Castro came to power

Near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride,

We had no Hill Street Blues,

We had no patterned pantyhose

Or Lipton herbal tea

Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

There were no golden arches,

No Perrier to chill,

And fish were not called Wanda,

And cats were not called Bill.

And middle-aged was 35

And old was forty-three,

And ancient were our parents

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season,

Or so we've heard them say,

And now instead of Maybelline

We swear by Retin-A.

They send us invitations

To join AARP,

We've come a long way, baby,

From the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world

In slightly larger jeans,

And wonder why they're using

Smaller print in magazines

And we tell our children's children

Of the way it used to be,

Long ago and far away

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

If you didn't grow up in the Fifty's,

You missed the greatest time in history,

AND NOW A PICTORIAL JOURNEY THROUGH THE PAST.........