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^^ TEE HEE NIGGERUD foams at the mouth
Justice for Trayvon??
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Here's some more of your "facts" that don't stand up:
CNN ENHANCES ZIMMERMAN 911 CALL AGAIN — AND REPORTER NOW DOUBTS RACIAL SLUR USED
http://www.theblaze.com/stories/cnn...ain-and-reporter-now-doubts-racial-slur-used/
I never said anything about racial slurs, dumbass.
You're reaching.
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Just as long as he doesn't start playing Medical Examiner because that's where the REAL damning evidence is.
The trajectory of the bullet that turned Martins Cardin-Pulmanary system into hamburger is the one piece of evidence that cannot be spun in anyway whatsoever. If Martin was on top pummeling Zimmerman the bullet will have taken one trajectory, if the trajectory shown by the autopsy is not consistent with that story then I suspect Zimmerman will have his day in court.
But if that trajectory is consistent with Zimmermans story then he's going to walk, and rightfully so. In that instance, as FF so aptly put it, Martin died of gross stupidity for taking a bag of skittles to a gun fight.
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Don't understand the justice system? Hell I know it better than you ever will. I have investigated crimes, arrested people, and I have testified in court too many times to count.
As for your last statement the only way I could see is if Zimmerman threatened Trayvon with the gun prior to Trayvon getting on top of him. But as there has never been any speculation from anyone( not even Jackson or Sharpton have raised this issue), not any statements to this fact from witnesses or police, it would be just another fact that was not in truth a fact at all. After all of our discussions on here I am beginning to think you are the one that is totally without a clue. Like everything else we have discussed you appear to wish to blame someone, anyone, other than Trayvon, even when there is just as much evidence, if not more evidence, that Trayvon tragically played a part in his own fate.
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The MobidlyObeseTroll had to give up Twinkies for Lent, he is a might touchy.
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That's funny, Ish and the rest of your clan is trying to exonerate and find Zimmerman not guilty on Lit. Own it, tubby.
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Van Jones On Trayvon Martin Shooting: “You Can Draw a Direct Line Back To The Koch Brothers”…
Wait, the Koch Brothers killed Trayvon?
“You’ve got the perfect storm building. You’ve got all the passion around Trayvon, and what a horrible injustice that was. And it turns out you can draw a direct line back to the Koch Bros, you can draw a direct line back to to mainstream corporations and what’s holding it together is ALEC.”
Wait, the Koch Brothers killed Trayvon?
“You’ve got the perfect storm building. You’ve got all the passion around Trayvon, and what a horrible injustice that was. And it turns out you can draw a direct line back to the Koch Bros, you can draw a direct line back to to mainstream corporations and what’s holding it together is ALEC.”
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Not just him
RIGHT?
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Being a security guard doesn't count Dream. We're talking actual law enforcement here. If you were actually in law enforcement you'd know that simply matching the description of a suspected criminal is enough to get you arrested in the real world.
I see you know as much about law enforcement as you do about education. Matching a description will sometimes get you arrested, but most times it simply gets you detained. But as usual you bring up something that has nothing to do with the issue of what happened with Trayvon. You may continue to deflect. See now you have my permission.
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So why not in this case with an actual smoking gun?
What are you refering to. I am so lost by your statements that I feel we are arguing two different subjects.
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We know more than enough of the details to safely say that Zimmerman killed Trayvon. That's not disputed by anybody. What's disputed is the exact details of how it happened. I'm saying this is what we have trials for. What your saying is that trials are a combination of a formality and a last chance for the guilty to trick the system because we'd never arrest someone unless the police were 150% certain the person they had was the guilty of the crime because otherwise it's a waste of their time.
Hypothetically I could kill someone admit to it, claim it was self defense and since the cops shouldn't detain me just disapear afterwards. Sure he hasn't done that but surely you must be able to see how stupid that plan is.
Hypothetically I could kill someone admit to it, claim it was self defense and since the cops shouldn't detain me just disapear afterwards. Sure he hasn't done that but surely you must be able to see how stupid that plan is.
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Too Young to Die
By Lee Habeeb
April 3, 2012 4:00 A.M.
His name was Albert Vaughn. He was by all accounts a very good kid living in a very tough neighborhood. He was attending a party at a home that was supposed to be a haven for young inner-city Chicago teens back in April of 2008. The kids were there to enjoy some fun, drink some Kool-Aid, and listen to their favorite music, free from the fear of violence that too often inhabited the streets outside.
But violence found a way in.
At about 10:30 p.m., a scuffle broke out in the basement between two of the guests, and the fight ignited a chain of events that led to the death of the innocent young man. He was fatally struck in the head with a baseball bat as he tried to help the party chaperones usher the kids home.
That’s right. A baseball bat. The same murder weapon Al Capone killed a guy with in The Untouchables.
“He was just trying to do something good for the ’hood because there’s nothing but violence around here,” Sunday Turman, 33, who hosted the party, told reporters. “Next thing you know, he hit the ground right in front of police.”
Vaughn, a student at Julian High School, was the 23rd Chicago Public Schools student slain that school year.
From 2008 through January of 2012, 530 young people have been killed in Chicago, President Obama’s hometown. Over 80 percent of those homicides occurred in black or Latino communities on the city’s South, Southwest, and West sides.
But you don’t know Albert Vaughn’s name.
You don’t know the name of those other 22 kids from Julian High School who died in 2008.
You don’t know any of the other 530 young people, most of them minorities, who were killed between 2008 and January of 2012 in Chicago alone.
All of them were tragedies. All of those victims were too young to die.
Why didn’t you hear about their senseless deaths? Why didn’t the media make them household names? Why didn’t civil-rights leaders march, and march and march again, calling for justice?
Because they were not killed by a white guy.
No, I need to be more accurate. They were not killed by a “white Hispanic,” a new term of art the New York Times and others in the media are using to describe George Zimmerman, the man who killed Trayvon Martin.
Why? Because the real racism that exists in the media is this: a young black male’s life is not worth reporting when it is taken by another black male. It is worth reporting only when it is taken by a white guy.
Thus the contortions to make George Zimmerman “white.”
If this were a voter-ID story, Zimmerman would have been called an Hispanic, not a “white Hispanic.”
And if he were a presidential candidiate, Zimmerman would have been called an Hispanic, not a “white Hispanic.”
I don’t ever remember the New York Times calling President Obama the first “white black” president.
The real tragedies here are the stories not being told by the media when it comes to race. So let me continue with Albert Vaughn’s.
He was known for playing basketball with the younger kids in the neighborhood, and trying his best to keep them out of harm’s way. Not the usual activity of a teenage boy, being selfless and caring about someone other than himself.
“If he was guilty of anything, he was guilty of always protecting these kids,” said Trualanda Fields, a neighborhood mother.
Vaughn’s father, who is also named Albert, said his son was “always smiling,” dreamed of attending college, and wanted to be a football player or boxer. “He’d rather box in the ring than in the streets. He didn’t pick fights,” the elder Vaughn said.
Piers Morgan didn’t give Vaughn’s father a sit-down on CNN to talk about his grief.
President Obama didn’t talk about how young Albert could have been his son.
Albert Vaughn’s story gets worse. According to his stepmother, Yolanda Johnson, on the night of Albert’s memorial — a Sunday-night candlelight vigil — about 50 people were huddled close together when the sound of gunshots was heard. Everyone scattered as the count approached ten.
“This isn’t cool anymore,” said Johnson. “They’re trying to take out another one of my kids.” Johnson told reporters she did not feel safe anymore in her neighborhood, and planned to vacate her home.
The “they” Yolanda Johnson was talking about were other young black males, not white people. Because it is predominantly young black gang members — and, increasingly, young Hispanic gang members — who are terrorizing the streets of inner cities all over America.
Yolanda Johnson told reporters she was leaving home, and she is not alone. Blacks are fleeing northern urban centers in record numbers, many of them heading back to the South in what has been called “the Great Return.” They are fleeing the crime and the awful schools and seeking opportunity and a better quality of life.
Between 2000 and 2010, an estimated 1,336,097 blacks moved to seven major southern cities alone, according to the Brookings Institute, which compiled the most recent data from the U.S. Census. Today, 57 percent of the country’s black population lives in the South, a 50-year high.
Young black males are killing one another in epic proportions, and blacks are moving in record numbers from cities like Chicago and Detroit, and the media just yawn.
That story doesn’t interest the mostly white editors and gatekeepers of the mainstream media, who presume such stories won’t draw ratings, especially from a white majority insulated from the problems of inner-city life.
And they may be right for making such assumptions.
This I know for sure: If hundreds of white kids were senselessly murdered by other white kids in high concentrations, the media would be all over it.
Chicago is Columbine every day.
But the one ratings grabber — the one story the media run to like a mouse to cheese — is the story of white-on-black crime. They jump all over it, sometimes to their own detriment, as was true in the Duke lacrosse case. The very same civil-rights leaders posing for cameras in Sanford, Fla., marched in Durham, N.C., a few years back demanding “justice” without actually knowing what had happened in that case.
We all know how that turned out. Those white lacrosse players are still living down the false accusations of a black woman, and the media — and the civil-rights leaders — just moved on.
Those civil-rights leaders I refuse to name don’t seem to care all that much about white people’s civil rights, that’s for sure. Silly ones included in our Bill of Rights such as the the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth amendments, all of which protect the accused from mob justice, and which demand probable cause before an arrest, real-life due process for defendants, and proof beyond a reasonable doubt for any criminal conviction.
No one knows whether George Zimmerman is guilty of a crime, or whether he is a racist. Only time — and a trial — will tell. The endless speculation is just that — speculation.
Then there is the reality of Chicago, and the all-too-real tragedy of black-on-black crime in America. In his latest Wall Street Journal column, Juan Williams cited a comprehensive study by the Justice Department in 2005 on the subject that he said should have been a “clarion call” for the black community, and the nation at large.
Almost one half of the nation’s murder victims that year were black and a majority of them were between the ages of 17 and 29. Black people accounted for 13% of the total U.S. population in 2005. Yet they were the victims of 49% of all the nation’s murders. And 93% of black murder victims were killed by other black people, according to the same report.
That is astounding. Almost one in two murder victims in America is a black male, and more than likely, a young male. And nine out of ten of those young black men were killed by other young back men.
Williams went on to cite some other depressing figures. Less than half of black students graduate from high school, and the education system’s failure is “often a jail sentence or even a death sentence.”
Williams is right. For far too many black kids, public schools are jails before they get to real jails. Young men and women staring down such prospects are kids without hope. And kids without hope can do desperate, senseless things.
This year, a shocking 72 percent of black babies are born to unwed mothers. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist, let alone a social scientist, to begin to make some connections about the relationship between that last shocking figure and the rest of them.
Kids — and entire communities — without fathers do not know a masculine love that is essential to a neighborhood. To its moral development. And its safety.
That we are still not properly talking about the real race problems in America — ones that include disparate sentencing and profiling — is a failure of imagination. And conscience.
Yes, Trayvon Martin’s death was a tragedy, and a nation’s prayers should go out to everyone in his family. And all of his loved ones.
But while you are at it, say a prayer for Albert Vaughn’s loved ones. Say a prayer for all of the thousands of young black Americans whose lives were cut short by senseless street violence. Say a prayer for the faceless, voiceless victims we never hear about or read about or see on TV because so many of us just aren’t interested.
Say a prayer for all of those young black men and women who were too young to die.
By Lee Habeeb
April 3, 2012 4:00 A.M.
His name was Albert Vaughn. He was by all accounts a very good kid living in a very tough neighborhood. He was attending a party at a home that was supposed to be a haven for young inner-city Chicago teens back in April of 2008. The kids were there to enjoy some fun, drink some Kool-Aid, and listen to their favorite music, free from the fear of violence that too often inhabited the streets outside.
But violence found a way in.
At about 10:30 p.m., a scuffle broke out in the basement between two of the guests, and the fight ignited a chain of events that led to the death of the innocent young man. He was fatally struck in the head with a baseball bat as he tried to help the party chaperones usher the kids home.
That’s right. A baseball bat. The same murder weapon Al Capone killed a guy with in The Untouchables.
“He was just trying to do something good for the ’hood because there’s nothing but violence around here,” Sunday Turman, 33, who hosted the party, told reporters. “Next thing you know, he hit the ground right in front of police.”
Vaughn, a student at Julian High School, was the 23rd Chicago Public Schools student slain that school year.
From 2008 through January of 2012, 530 young people have been killed in Chicago, President Obama’s hometown. Over 80 percent of those homicides occurred in black or Latino communities on the city’s South, Southwest, and West sides.
But you don’t know Albert Vaughn’s name.
You don’t know the name of those other 22 kids from Julian High School who died in 2008.
You don’t know any of the other 530 young people, most of them minorities, who were killed between 2008 and January of 2012 in Chicago alone.
All of them were tragedies. All of those victims were too young to die.
Why didn’t you hear about their senseless deaths? Why didn’t the media make them household names? Why didn’t civil-rights leaders march, and march and march again, calling for justice?
Because they were not killed by a white guy.
No, I need to be more accurate. They were not killed by a “white Hispanic,” a new term of art the New York Times and others in the media are using to describe George Zimmerman, the man who killed Trayvon Martin.
Why? Because the real racism that exists in the media is this: a young black male’s life is not worth reporting when it is taken by another black male. It is worth reporting only when it is taken by a white guy.
Thus the contortions to make George Zimmerman “white.”
If this were a voter-ID story, Zimmerman would have been called an Hispanic, not a “white Hispanic.”
And if he were a presidential candidiate, Zimmerman would have been called an Hispanic, not a “white Hispanic.”
I don’t ever remember the New York Times calling President Obama the first “white black” president.
The real tragedies here are the stories not being told by the media when it comes to race. So let me continue with Albert Vaughn’s.
He was known for playing basketball with the younger kids in the neighborhood, and trying his best to keep them out of harm’s way. Not the usual activity of a teenage boy, being selfless and caring about someone other than himself.
“If he was guilty of anything, he was guilty of always protecting these kids,” said Trualanda Fields, a neighborhood mother.
Vaughn’s father, who is also named Albert, said his son was “always smiling,” dreamed of attending college, and wanted to be a football player or boxer. “He’d rather box in the ring than in the streets. He didn’t pick fights,” the elder Vaughn said.
Piers Morgan didn’t give Vaughn’s father a sit-down on CNN to talk about his grief.
President Obama didn’t talk about how young Albert could have been his son.
Albert Vaughn’s story gets worse. According to his stepmother, Yolanda Johnson, on the night of Albert’s memorial — a Sunday-night candlelight vigil — about 50 people were huddled close together when the sound of gunshots was heard. Everyone scattered as the count approached ten.
“This isn’t cool anymore,” said Johnson. “They’re trying to take out another one of my kids.” Johnson told reporters she did not feel safe anymore in her neighborhood, and planned to vacate her home.
The “they” Yolanda Johnson was talking about were other young black males, not white people. Because it is predominantly young black gang members — and, increasingly, young Hispanic gang members — who are terrorizing the streets of inner cities all over America.
Yolanda Johnson told reporters she was leaving home, and she is not alone. Blacks are fleeing northern urban centers in record numbers, many of them heading back to the South in what has been called “the Great Return.” They are fleeing the crime and the awful schools and seeking opportunity and a better quality of life.
Between 2000 and 2010, an estimated 1,336,097 blacks moved to seven major southern cities alone, according to the Brookings Institute, which compiled the most recent data from the U.S. Census. Today, 57 percent of the country’s black population lives in the South, a 50-year high.
Young black males are killing one another in epic proportions, and blacks are moving in record numbers from cities like Chicago and Detroit, and the media just yawn.
That story doesn’t interest the mostly white editors and gatekeepers of the mainstream media, who presume such stories won’t draw ratings, especially from a white majority insulated from the problems of inner-city life.
And they may be right for making such assumptions.
This I know for sure: If hundreds of white kids were senselessly murdered by other white kids in high concentrations, the media would be all over it.
Chicago is Columbine every day.
But the one ratings grabber — the one story the media run to like a mouse to cheese — is the story of white-on-black crime. They jump all over it, sometimes to their own detriment, as was true in the Duke lacrosse case. The very same civil-rights leaders posing for cameras in Sanford, Fla., marched in Durham, N.C., a few years back demanding “justice” without actually knowing what had happened in that case.
We all know how that turned out. Those white lacrosse players are still living down the false accusations of a black woman, and the media — and the civil-rights leaders — just moved on.
Those civil-rights leaders I refuse to name don’t seem to care all that much about white people’s civil rights, that’s for sure. Silly ones included in our Bill of Rights such as the the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth amendments, all of which protect the accused from mob justice, and which demand probable cause before an arrest, real-life due process for defendants, and proof beyond a reasonable doubt for any criminal conviction.
No one knows whether George Zimmerman is guilty of a crime, or whether he is a racist. Only time — and a trial — will tell. The endless speculation is just that — speculation.
Then there is the reality of Chicago, and the all-too-real tragedy of black-on-black crime in America. In his latest Wall Street Journal column, Juan Williams cited a comprehensive study by the Justice Department in 2005 on the subject that he said should have been a “clarion call” for the black community, and the nation at large.
Almost one half of the nation’s murder victims that year were black and a majority of them were between the ages of 17 and 29. Black people accounted for 13% of the total U.S. population in 2005. Yet they were the victims of 49% of all the nation’s murders. And 93% of black murder victims were killed by other black people, according to the same report.
That is astounding. Almost one in two murder victims in America is a black male, and more than likely, a young male. And nine out of ten of those young black men were killed by other young back men.
Williams went on to cite some other depressing figures. Less than half of black students graduate from high school, and the education system’s failure is “often a jail sentence or even a death sentence.”
Williams is right. For far too many black kids, public schools are jails before they get to real jails. Young men and women staring down such prospects are kids without hope. And kids without hope can do desperate, senseless things.
This year, a shocking 72 percent of black babies are born to unwed mothers. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist, let alone a social scientist, to begin to make some connections about the relationship between that last shocking figure and the rest of them.
Kids — and entire communities — without fathers do not know a masculine love that is essential to a neighborhood. To its moral development. And its safety.
That we are still not properly talking about the real race problems in America — ones that include disparate sentencing and profiling — is a failure of imagination. And conscience.
Yes, Trayvon Martin’s death was a tragedy, and a nation’s prayers should go out to everyone in his family. And all of his loved ones.
But while you are at it, say a prayer for Albert Vaughn’s loved ones. Say a prayer for all of the thousands of young black Americans whose lives were cut short by senseless street violence. Say a prayer for the faceless, voiceless victims we never hear about or read about or see on TV because so many of us just aren’t interested.
Say a prayer for all of those young black men and women who were too young to die.
You are still on about the fact that if anyone kills anyone no matter the facts, or reason, they should still be arrested and tried. I have explained to you That this is not the law or they way that the system is set up. If you have a problem with this I suggest that you contact your lawmaker and seek to get the law and the system changed, but do not try to change it in midstream. Trials are a part of the criminal justice SYSTEM. The police, the DAs, and the courts are all a part of the SYSTEM. The police do not have to be 150 percent sure of anything, just as a jury does not have to be 100 percent sure to convict. But the Supreme Court has said that there must be probable cause to effect an arrest, and if evidence suggest that a person is telling the truth, then there is no probable cause.
You said "Hypothetically I could kill someone admit to it, claim it was self defense and since the cops shouldn't detain me just disapear afterwards. Sure he hasn't done that but surely you must be able to see how stupid that plan is."
This is a true statement as long as the evidence backs your claims. One of the hardest crimes to prove is where a spouse kills a spouse and then leaves and comes back and calls the police and says that they found their spouse dead, and then refuses to answer questions until they have an atty. It will all boil down to wether the albi holds up and what the evidence says. In a case like this you usually have to throw out fingerprints, DNA, fibers, hairs, and other things as the spouse lives there and they will naturally find all of them at the scene. What trips up most is poor planning and the inability to keep their mouths shut.
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Top Cat! The most effectual Top Cat! Who's intellectual close friends get to call him T.C., providing it's with dignity. Top Cat! The indisputable leader of the gang. He's the boss, he's a pip, he's the championship. He's the most tip top, Top Cat.
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Children of the sun, see your time has just begun, searching for your ways, through adventures every day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight, with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... wishing for The Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do ah-ah-ah, do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold.
One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, it's a pretty story. Sharing everything with fun, that's the way to be. One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, can sound pretty corny. If you've got a problem chum, think how it could be.
Ten years ago a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-team.
Mutley, you snickering, floppy eared hound. When courage is needed, you're never around. Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest should be there for bungling at which you are best. So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon. Howwww! Nab him, jab him, tab him, grab him, stop that pigeon now.
80 days around the world, we'll find a pot of gold just sitting where the rainbow's ending. Time - we'll fight against the time, and we'll fly on the white wings of the wind. 80 days around the world, no we won't say a word before the ship is really back. Round, round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world.
Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name. Birds taught me to sing, when they took me to their king, first I had to fly, in the sky so high so high, so high so high so high, so - if you want to sing this way, think of what you'd like to say, add a tune and you will see, just how easy it can be. Treacle pudding, fish and chips, fizzy drinks and liquorice, flowers, rivers, sand and sea, snowflakes and the stars are free. La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la, so - Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name.
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Thunder, thunder, thundercats, Ho! Thundercats are on the move, Thundercats are loose. Feel the magic, hear the roar, Thundercats are loose. Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thundercats!
One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, it's a pretty story. Sharing everything with fun, that's the way to be. One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, can sound pretty corny. If you've got a problem chum, think how it could be.
Mutley, you snickering, floppy eared hound. When courage is needed, you're never around. Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest should be there for bungling at which you are best. So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon. Howwww! Nab him, jab him, tab him, grab him, stop that pigeon now.
Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name. Birds taught me to sing, when they took me to their king, first I had to fly, in the sky so high so high, so high so high so high, so - if you want to sing this way, think of what you'd like to say, add a tune and you will see, just how easy it can be. Treacle pudding, fish and chips, fizzy drinks and liquorice, flowers, rivers, sand and sea, snowflakes and the stars are free. La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la, so - Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name.
One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, it's a pretty story. Sharing everything with fun, that's the way to be. One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, can sound pretty corny. If you've got a problem chum, think how it could be.
Children of the sun, see your time has just begun, searching for your ways, through adventures every day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight, with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... wishing for The Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do ah-ah-ah, do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold.
Just the good ol' boys, never meanin' no harm. Beats all you've ever saw, been in trouble with the law since the day they was born. Straight'nin' the curve, flat'nin' the hills. Someday the mountain might get 'em, but the law never will. Makin' their way, the only way they know how, that's just a little bit more than the law will allow. Just good ol' boys, wouldn't change if they could, fightin' the system like a true modern day Robin Hood.
Children of the sun, see your time has just begun, searching for your ways, through adventures every day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight, with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... wishing for The Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do ah-ah-ah, do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold.
One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, it's a pretty story. Sharing everything with fun, that's the way to be. One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, can sound pretty corny. If you've got a problem chum, think how it could be.
Ten years ago a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-team.
Mutley, you snickering, floppy eared hound. When courage is needed, you're never around. Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest should be there for bungling at which you are best. So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon. Howwww! Nab him, jab him, tab him, grab him, stop that pigeon now.
80 days around the world, we'll find a pot of gold just sitting where the rainbow's ending. Time - we'll fight against the time, and we'll fly on the white wings of the wind. 80 days around the world, no we won't say a word before the ship is really back. Round, round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world.
Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name. Birds taught me to sing, when they took me to their king, first I had to fly, in the sky so high so high, so high so high so high, so - if you want to sing this way, think of what you'd like to say, add a tune and you will see, just how easy it can be. Treacle pudding, fish and chips, fizzy drinks and liquorice, flowers, rivers, sand and sea, snowflakes and the stars are free. La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la, so - Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name.
This is my boss, Jonathan Hart, a self-made millionaire, he's quite a guy. This is Mrs H., she's gorgeous, she's one lady who knows how to take care of herself. By the way, my name is Max. I take care of both of them, which ain't easy, 'cause when they met it was MURDER!
Thunder, thunder, thundercats, Ho! Thundercats are on the move, Thundercats are loose. Feel the magic, hear the roar, Thundercats are loose. Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thundercats!
One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, it's a pretty story. Sharing everything with fun, that's the way to be. One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, can sound pretty corny. If you've got a problem chum, think how it could be.
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New Black Panthers Plan “Call To Action” Day Before Zimmerman Hearing…
Holder’s people.
Via Big Government:
On April 7th, the New Black Panther Party in Florida declares they will conduct “county-wide and state-wide defense training and community patrols to protect against racial violence and attacks.” And the NBPP also declares a call to action
slated for Monday April 9th, the day before a Florida Grand Jury will convene on the Trayvon Martin case to decide whether to indict George Zimmerman.
This information comes from The Muslim Street Radio Show hosted by Malik Aziz and Laila Abdelaziz, taped an interview on April 1st, with Malik Zulu Shabazz, the National Chairman of the New Black Panther Party. The “Day of Action” has also been advertised at a NBPP website in a poster which states, “No School, No Work, No Shopping. . . Demand the Arrest of George Zimmerman.” Zimmerman’s face in the poster is overlaid by crosshairs.
During the discussion of the Grand Jury hearing on April 10th, Shabazz speculates, “It should be very easy to achieve this indictment,” giving insight into the timing of the “Day of Action.”
Holder’s people.
Via Big Government:
On April 7th, the New Black Panther Party in Florida declares they will conduct “county-wide and state-wide defense training and community patrols to protect against racial violence and attacks.” And the NBPP also declares a call to action
slated for Monday April 9th, the day before a Florida Grand Jury will convene on the Trayvon Martin case to decide whether to indict George Zimmerman.
This information comes from The Muslim Street Radio Show hosted by Malik Aziz and Laila Abdelaziz, taped an interview on April 1st, with Malik Zulu Shabazz, the National Chairman of the New Black Panther Party. The “Day of Action” has also been advertised at a NBPP website in a poster which states, “No School, No Work, No Shopping. . . Demand the Arrest of George Zimmerman.” Zimmerman’s face in the poster is overlaid by crosshairs.
During the discussion of the Grand Jury hearing on April 10th, Shabazz speculates, “It should be very easy to achieve this indictment,” giving insight into the timing of the “Day of Action.”
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They contribute NOTHING POSITIVE to our society
And
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UK: School Changes Nursery Rhyme Lyrics To “Baa Baa Black Sheep”…
Apparently the hyper-PC British find “black sheep” offensive.
(Daily Mail) — A school has been accused of political correctness after changing the words of a traditional children’s nursery rhyme.
At their Easter concert, pupils at Park Hill School swapped the word ‘black’ in Baa Baa Black Sheep for ‘little’ as they sang.
It confused parents and friends watching the performance at the fee-paying Kingston Upon Thames school.
Kingston Councillor Andrea Craig, whose son sang in the show, tweeted on the night: ‘At my son’s Easter concert I saw a song called Baa Baa Little Sheep which I assumed was new.
‘Not so – not allowed black. Really?’
The school insisted the song had been changed as a way of teaching children phonics and to fit in with the Easter theme, rather than a skewed approach to political correctness.
Marketing manager Holly Christie said: ‘We sang that because it fitted in with the theme of what we were doing. It was about baby sheep.
‘We have always had adjustments to Baa Baa Black Sheep just because the children like to sing different variations of that.
‘It’s a way of teaching phonics so that children understand these words that they are using that then they are reading.
And
SEEK TO CONTROL IT!
UK: School Changes Nursery Rhyme Lyrics To “Baa Baa Black Sheep”…
Apparently the hyper-PC British find “black sheep” offensive.
(Daily Mail) — A school has been accused of political correctness after changing the words of a traditional children’s nursery rhyme.
At their Easter concert, pupils at Park Hill School swapped the word ‘black’ in Baa Baa Black Sheep for ‘little’ as they sang.
It confused parents and friends watching the performance at the fee-paying Kingston Upon Thames school.
Kingston Councillor Andrea Craig, whose son sang in the show, tweeted on the night: ‘At my son’s Easter concert I saw a song called Baa Baa Little Sheep which I assumed was new.
‘Not so – not allowed black. Really?’
The school insisted the song had been changed as a way of teaching children phonics and to fit in with the Easter theme, rather than a skewed approach to political correctness.
Marketing manager Holly Christie said: ‘We sang that because it fitted in with the theme of what we were doing. It was about baby sheep.
‘We have always had adjustments to Baa Baa Black Sheep just because the children like to sing different variations of that.
‘It’s a way of teaching phonics so that children understand these words that they are using that then they are reading.
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