When the Vaxxinator intruders show up

From Knuckledraggin

 

Your Power to Trespass

By KrisAnne Hall, JD

 

If a government agent or assignee comes to your property, it will be important to those who wish to protect their privacy and property to KNOW THEIR RIGHTS.

** See what EVERYONE is Raving About!  Watch: NonCompliantMovie.com

• You do not have to answer ANY QUESTIONS or make ANY STATEMENTS to ANY GOVERNMENT AGENT or assignee. (5^th Amendment of the US Constitution and corresponding section of your State Constitution)
• Simply asking an agent to identify themselves does not waive your Rights.
• You have the Right to be free from any government agent or assignee entering your property, your home, or your business without a properly obtained warrant. (4^th and 5^th Amendments of the US Constitution and corresponding sections of your State Constitution.)
• Simply demanding a copy of that warrant does not waive your Rights.
• You have the Right to tell any government agent or assignee to leave your property if they cannot produce a properly obtained warrant. (4^th and 5^th Amendments of the US Constitution and corresponding sections of your State Constitution.)
• Simply demanding an agent or assignee of the government to leave your property does not waive your Rights.
• If a government agent or assignee refuses to leave your property or returns to your property after being warned against entering or returning, that agent or assignee has committed the crime of Trespass and is subject to arrest. (State Law, 4^th & 5^th Amendments to the US Constitution and corresponding sections of State Constitution as confirmed by Supreme Court Opinions).
• You have the Right to record through audio, video, or photographic recording of any government agent or assignee on your property, either with or without consent of that agent or assignee. (Multiple Federal Court Opinions recognize that the First Amendment plainly protects the filming of officers and public agents.)

Please click here for a TRESPASS WARNING FORM that you may print and issue to any government agent or assignee that fails to satisfy the requirements of the US and State Constitutions.  HAND THE COMPLETED FORM DIRECTLY TO THE AGENT OR ASSIGNEE WHILE TELLING THEM THEY MUST NOW LEAVE THE PROPERTY AND YOU WILL NOT BE ANSWERING ANY QUESTIONS.

You should have your address pre-written on form and as the need arises, fill in the date and time.  It is highly recommended that you take a picture of the agent you are serving the warning so you may then prove that this person has been issued a formal Trespass Warning.

If you need to Download and Print a "No Trespassing Sign" I have made one for you: here: https://krisannehall.com/index.php/resources/articles/713-your-no-trespassing-signs

There is a sign for Owners & Renters, choose which one fits your needs.

Liberty First Legal, INC. 7/7/2021  https://libertyfirst.legal/

 

Taliban murdering Afghan military pilots

From Maggie’s Farm 

Reuters has a disturbing report out of Afghanistan this week showing how entrenched the Taliban is in that nation and the brutality they are willing to exhibit to retake control of the country. They feature the story of Afghan Air Force Major Dastagir Zamaray, a pilot for the government’s military. Concerned for the safety of his family, Zamaray decided to sell his home and move to a safer section of Kabul near the American embassy. But when he showed up at his realtor’s office to meet a prospective buyer, a gunman walked in and executed both him and the real estate agent right in front of the pilot’s 14-year-old son. The assassin was from the Taliban and Zamaray had been specifically targeted. And it turns out that Dastagir Zamaray was only the latest in a string of American-trained Afghan pilots to die in this fashion.

https://hotair.com/jazz-shaw/2021/07/10/the-taliban-is-assassinating-afghan-pilots-n401438

No more (redacted) moth

From Maggie’s Farm

Bug experts are getting rid of the name 'gypsy moth' because some Roma people consider it to be an ethnic slur. The Entomological Society of America, which oversees the common names of bugs, is getting rid of the common name of that critter and the lesser-known gypsy ant. The group this week announced that for the first time it changed a common name of an insect because it was offensive. In the past they've only reassigned names that weren't scientifically accurate. 'It's an ethnic slur to begin with that's been rejected by the Romani people a long time ago,' said society president Michelle S. Smith. 

https://www.lucianne.com/2021/07/09/bug_experts_get_rid_of_the_name_gypsy_moth_because_some_roma_people_consider_it_to_be_an_ethnic_slur_64099.html 

Ace of Spades Saturday night joke

 White House Fence

Three contractors bid to fix a broken fence at the White House. One is from Chicago, another is from Kentucky and the third is from New Orleans. All three go with a White House official to examine the fence.

The New Orleans contractor takes out a tape measure and does some measuring, then works some figures with a pencil.

"Well," he says, "I figure the job will run about $9,000. That's $4,000 for materials, $4,000 for my crew and $1,000 profit for me."

The Kentucky contractor also does some measuring and figuring, then says, "I can do this job for $7,000. That's $3,000 for materials, $3,000 for my crew and $1,000 profit for me."

The Chicago contractor doesn't measure or figure, but leans over to the White House official and whispers, "$27,000."

The official, incredulous, says, "You didn't even measure like the other guys. How did you come up with such a high figure?" (Added by me: Or any other government job.)

The Chicago contractor whispers back, "$10,000 for me, $10,000 for you, and we hire the guy from Kentucky to fix the fence."

"Done!" replies the government official.

And that, my friends, is how the Government Stimulus plan worked.

 

Japanese “child” robot programmed to feel pain

The purpose is to allow AI “empathy” with humans. Ah, so. AI give pain to human, more understand people. 

Combine Japanese robotics with Chinese biological research, or with previous Imperial experiments…

https://gunfreezone.net/time-to-nuke-japan-again/ 

Epidemic Prevention and Water Purification Department of the Kwantung Army (Unit 731, Japanese Imperial Army) carried out biological experiments from 1937 until the end of the war in 1945, in Harbin, Manchuria. Unit 731 routinely conducted biological agent tests on Chinese prisoners at the Harbin facility. Other tests were conducted on Chinese cities. Unit 731 is believed to have murdered about 500,000 in its research. None of the “researchers” was tried by Western Allied forces, although the Soviet Union convicted several, who were sentenced to prison terms.

Defense One web site says Chinese researchers, taking up where the Japanese left off, for several years have studied race-based, ethnic-specific biological agents. The Peoples Liberation Army controls the research.

 

A conversation with Mr. Atkins

There were trains at the station, weren’t there; flags and bands, to properly wild the civil breasts of fiancées and wives, mothers and fathers, who saw you off. 

And we soldiers -- don’t forget the soldiers -- affianced to what we believed in -- flags, fiancées, wives, mothers and fathers. The old home hearth burned with no less heat than that which was in our hearts.

Patriotism.

And the grand adventure. And you?

There were no trains, no platforms, no flags or bands. We went alone, successively, one after the other, from bus stations and airports. The others -- mothers and fathers, fiancées perhaps, a few wives -- performed dutifully at bus stations and airports, as did we. Our leaders saw no need for flags and bands to send us off. Our leaders knew the words to catechize our hearts, and the hearts of those who saw us off. Our hearts were easily wilded. Flags waved and bands played in hearts and minds of our leaders. Why not the same in ours?

You went so easily, then?

As did you. Even after the grand adventure was no more, after the monstrous anger began, even after the casualty lists appeared, patriotically, in newspapers or on pillar or post, still you went.

In the beginning ...

In the beginning, it was without form. There was proper form, of course. You go because it is your duty, or because it is expected of you. That is proper form. In the beginning, the void was not yet filled with the stutter of machine guns; the rattle of musketry, as poets put it, although the stutter was far more deadly than the rattle. In the beginning, there was no knowledge of the Spandau, no belief in the power of Krupp. Clouds of yellow-green mustard gas were beyond anyone’s imagination.    

It has always been that way, proper form. The French at Agincourt, charging, Harry’s archers drawing strings and their harps sing at the plucking.

Death from the sky. The same as here. Westmoreland said they should have more men. Harry disagreed and gave your history that bloody band of brothers.

Yours as well, I should think.

Yes, ours as well. We read Harry’s grand speech, we knew of St. Crispin’s day. We read of Saratoga, White Plains, Yorktown, Waterloo, Sebastopol, Cawnpore, Shiloh, Gettysburg. Men marching into all that. Lines and lines of men. Red jackets and blue jackets and white jackets, khaki and gray, olive brown and green. Floods and floods of men whose uniforms, mixed together, would make a rainbow of colors.

The uniforms were mixed together, are mixed together, in a recipe of omelets, burned and broken. It has always been that way. Cain picked up a stone or ground sharp a stick, or throttled brother Abel.

David slew his hundred Philistines and took their foreskins for the hand of the king’s daughter.

After they were dead, I should hope. For the Philistines’ sake.

It was an act of patriotism. Saul said, and David did.

It has always been that way.

A conversation with Mr. Atkins -- 2

I wondered where were the poets of my war, and then I read Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen. 

Voices perhaps too educated, too delicate.

But weren’t they accurate as well as truthful?

Accurate in the sense of factual, yes. But truth, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Every man has his own truth.

Facts do not equal truth.

Well said.

In the late 1920s, Humbert Wolfe spoke of “the poets of hatred,” who “burst upon the world like an angry shell.” Wolfe listed Robert Graves, Robert Nichols, Owen and Sassoon, who “one after the other blasted the romantic assumption that war was the consecration of youth by fire.” Those, he said, “flung the single word ‘Murderers.’”

Wolfe was a government man.

He was. He said, “Men were listening to this new and abominable accusation -- and even the fields, the birds and the moon could not distract them from it.” Wolfe believed in pastoral poetry and little else.

An abominable accusation, that war is what it is. Perhaps he refused to recognize facts. Or, because of his station in life, was unable to see truth.

By the end of the decade, Wolfe said, war poetry was spent. “Wilfred Owen was quiet forever,” he said. Graves better used his talent in writing plays, Wolfe said, and Sassoon eventually showed his genius. I think Wolfe saw Sassoon’s abominable accusation only as an interlude. When Sassoon got the war out of his system, he began writing real poetry, Wolfe would have us believe.

Owen was quiet forever. The dead are unable to speak.

Owen continued to speak long after he was dead. It is those who never spoke whose voices are silent.

They spoke to those whose civil breasts were wilded by flags and bands, as you put it the last time we talked.

What did they say, though? In letters home, did they write of brave lads going over the top? Those who could write, did they speak of the half a league between them and their enemy? Were there countless heroes who fell amid shot and shell? Was that what they wanted their families to believe, to remember?

What did you tell when you wrote home?

I don’t remember. The weather was hot and dry or hot and wet. I wrote about the helicopters, I think. Maybe I wrote what a marvelous thing it was, to fly above all that was below, to see the land so green, and in the far distance, the ocean. I don't think I wrote about getting shot at. I didn't write about shooting back. I didn't mention heroes. I don't know what the word means.

No drizzling daybreak to reveal disconsolate men?

I didn’t have it in me then. And most of the time not now. Was I supposed to mention mud that clung to my boots and made walking a heavy drudge? Or squadrons of mosquitoes? Scorpions the size of baby lobsters? Heat that soaked my body and sucked every gram of energy from me? I certainly couldn’t have written about fear. No, it was not my part to dissuade the valor of the cause. I’m not even sure ... I don’t know.

You would not make abominable accusations.

I didn’t have it in me. Not then. Later, when I had time to think, time to read, time to study why it all was done, I realized what it was.

You wish you didn’t know now what you didn't know then?

That isn’t it at all. When I had time to study war, the history of various wars, I wondered how men did it; I tried to determine what it was that made men, in the language of the soldier’s profession, close with the enemy, hack with sword or ax, thrust with spear, stand fifty paces apart and fire on command, walk or run through bursts of shrapnel shells and grape shot. Or in your case, go over the top again and again. And I realized that is what men do, what mankind does. I realized, too, that had I lived in a time of swords and spears and axes, I would have done the same.

We are raised a certain way. We succumb to tales of brave deeds. We believe.

We do, all of us. All people believe what is told or what they read. But if you haven’t been there ... Well, you know that.

Indeed. And having been there, do you believe less?

In what I am told, yes. You see, there was a cause, a crusade. We were the chosen ones; it was our duty to bring light to a world darkened by despots. The light was bright and shining, held aloft for all to see. All of us were to take part in the crusade. Some would bring the light by teaching, others would do physical battle with the despots and their armies. But my war changed our perception of ourselves. Suddenly, all ideas were deemed equal. There was no good, no evil. No one had the right to challenge another’s beliefs, no right to make judgment.

Judge not, lest you be judged.

Few would put it that way. In the latter years, God was dead, you see; if he ever existed at all.

I do not see God’s hand in all this.

There is an old Jewish saying: Man plans; God laughs. If you heard God’s laughter, you would see his hand in all this.