At Virginia’s ratification convention, the delegates said, “The powers granted under the Constitution being derived from the People of the United States may be resumed by them whensoever’s the same shall be perverted to their injury or oppression.” In Federalist Paper 39, James Madison, the father of the Constitution, cleared up what “the people” meant, saying the proposed Constitution would be subject to ratification by the people, “not as individuals composing one entire nation, but as composing the distinct and independent States to which they respectively belong.” In a word, states were sovereign; the federal government was a creation, an agent, a servant of the states. Watching the events by our political masters over the past few years, has made my stomach hurt. Honestly, I love this country too much to watch it go down in flames the way it is. But, history has taught us all too well, because we have been here before. 1861…. On the eve of the War of 1861, even unionist politicians saw secession as a right of states. Maryland Rep. Jacob M. Kunkel said, “Any attempt to preserve the Union between the States of this Confederacy by force would be impractical, and destructive of republican liberty.” The northern Democratic and Republican parties favored allowing the South to secede in peace. But what happened? A guy by the name of Abraham Lincoln happened.  Prior to the Civil War, just about every major Northern newspaper wrote in favor of the South’s right to secede. New York Tribune (Feb. 5, 1860): “If tyranny and despotism justified the Revolution of 1776, then we do not see why it would not justify the secession of Five Millions of Southrons from the Federal Union in 1861.” These facts cannot be disputed. The Declaration of Independence states, “….to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; that, whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute a new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.” I am having a tough time understanding the political maneuvering of the politicians in this day and age. We have been through all of this before. But we as Americans have a really tough time with amnesia. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not calling for anything to do with violence. But I do think that more drastic but peaceful options should be explored.  

I spent 14 years as a cop. I’ve worked in some of the worst places onthe east coast.  I know how to handle people, and I know what apeaceful, productive society is supposed to look like. One night,while working  extra duty at a movie theater, I confronted the scourgeof our society, and the very reason we are losing our way in thisworld. Your children….For those that have never met me, I am a 6’5” inch tall, 270lbs. blackguy. At the time all this went down, I had just transferred to thispolice department that bordered the failed social experiment known asWashington D.C. My job was to assist the manager in the orderlyoperation of the theater, keep the peace, and deter/deal with anydisturbances. Sounded easy enough, until one night, this group ofchildren, none older  than 12-15 y/o, became loud and disruptiveduring one of the movies. The manager had a sign posted that statedthat if you were escorted out for any reason, you were not entitled toyour money back. Well, the manager came and got me and asked me toaccompany him to throw these kids out. I stayed back and watch as themanager got the 10 kids together and threw them out of the movie. Aswe are walking through the lobby, they became more vulgar, loud anddisorderly. They saw the audience of 110 people waiting in line at thesnack bars, and had an audience.  I’m walking in the rear, when thetallest and heaviest boy says at the top of his lungs, “I’m not goinganywhere until you give me my mother-fucking money back!” He thenturned to me and says, “if you put your hands on me, Imma beat yourass, and then sue you”.  I laughed. Now the ENTIRE movie theater wasstaring at me.I touched him under his left arm with my right hand and said, “Come onson, let’s talk about this outside”“I’m not going anywhere, and get your fucking hands off me!” All ofthis at the top of his lungs.“Okay, listen, let’s talk about this outside,” and I again, touchedhim under his arm. Not really a grab, but more like a nudge. He wasabout 6 feet tall, and 125-145 lbs, approximately 15 y/o. Heliterally, and to my absolute amazement, pulled his arm from me, andin the same motion swung a closed fist at my face! I thought he woulddo that….In one motion, I slipped the swing, grabbed him by the back of hisarm, grabbed him by his throat, swung in a 360 degree circle, pulledhim close to my body while I did it (small circle jiu-jitsu) and threwhis ass through the double doors, horizontally. He hit the sidewalk,outside. And you know what happened next? The crowd started yelling atme.“You didn’t have to hit that boy like that!” “I’m filing a complaintagainst you, you Uncle Tom!” were some of the replies. I wasabsolutely fucking shocked. Both at this kids actions, and the verbalbeat-down I was getting from the crowd. I mean, it was bad.I got on the radio, scream for back up and a supervisor, and the kid,lying on the ground, starts to get up. He says, “I got something foryour ass…” and starts digging in his pocket. I notice his hand moving,and grab him. He’s fishing in his pocket for something, and then I sawit, a knife.I picked him up by his neck, and slammed his head into the light-baron the top of my police cruiser. I was scared. I was screaming at thetop of my lungs, “drop the knife! Put the fucking knife down!” Afterthe third slam, he lost consciousness. I rolled him over, all whilebeing yelled at by the crowd, and handcuffed him. In his pocket, Ifound a four inch folding knife. I am sure, given the chance, he wouldhave stabbed me with this knife. Standing there out of breath, I holdup the knife at the crown of hecklers, and gave the following speech;“You stand there and make me look like the bad guy. But you saw himswing on me. I told him repeatedly to leave, but he chose this, notme. And you want to point the fingers at me, but if he had the chance,he would have stabbed me with this!” and I held up the knife. Most ofthem turned and walked away at that point.But it got worse…One of the kids he was with must have called the mother and father ofthis kid, because here they come. The mother was absolutelyhysterical.  Shouting and screaming at me, asking me “how would youlike it if someone beat my kid up like that?!”Honestly lady, if my kid is dub enough to pull a knife on a cop, hegets what the hell he deserves. I love my kids too, but I’m notstupid…Then, while being held back by several officers, she spat at me, andtried to swing at my head! I ducked then told her to her face, “If youdon’t take your ass somewhere and sit down, I’ll be more than happy toput some cuffs on your ass too, and put you in the back of my squadcar with your son. I’ll make this shit a family affair!”The entire time, I’m watching the father. He was built like a fireplug. He was visibly shaken and mad. But he just stood and watched andsaid nothing. I felt like deep down inside, he knew how much of apiece of shit his son really was.See, no one ever thinks that their kids would ever be capable of doingsomething that disturbing. Something like this:http://www.theblaze.com/stories/disturbing-viral-video-shows-teens-abusing-bus-monitor/Your little precious suzie or tommie that you love so much, is goingto end up either being the condom-mishaps in this video, or like thatkid I had to body-slam, if you don’t start getting your heads out ofyour asses, as parents.  You’re raising your kids to be drains onsociety, and when you start seeing shit like whets posted in thislink, then not only have you failed your kids as a parent, but societyis doomed as well.  Stop thinking your kids are special. Stop thinkingthat your kids should have everything you didn’t have. You’re raisinga bunch of losers, who in the end, are going to disappoint the hellout of you, and make this world an even shittier place to live in.Your kids aren’t special. Your kids aren’t “the exception.” Trust me,I’ve seen exceptional kids, and your kids probably aren’t them. Gettough with them. Teach them shit they are going to need to know.French and special tutoring lessons and space camp, won’t teach yourkids shit, other than the fact that mommy and daddy will spend tons ofmoney to give me what I want, or what seems like fun. Respect myelders, open doors for ladies, help older folks with their bags? WTFis that?I remember when my father grabbed me one day at the mall; I failed tohold open a door for a lady and her baby behind me. I pissed my pantsfast as hell. I was scared to death. I thought my dad was going tokill me. And you know what? I’m not ashamed to admit that. From thatday forward, even now, if there is someone, anyone behind me when Iwalk through a door, I hold it open for them and let them pass throughfirst.Be hard on your kids. You might think that you will be short changingthem, but you won’t be. Stop thinking your kids are special. They’renot. Stop babying your kids. The world is a tough place. Doing whatsome of you may be doing now, will more than likely produce thosewastes-of-a-good-orgasms, found in that link above.Make them walk. Take away the cell phone for three days for no reason.Make them ride their bikes. Teach them about the environment byputting some boots on, and finding the closest wooded area, and havethem tell you what kind of trees are there. Teach your kids usefulshit. They will thank you for it. Because God forbid, they end up onyoutube, or meeting a cop like me…….

I spent 14 years as a cop. I’ve worked in some of the worst places on
the east coast.  I know how to handle people, and I know what a
peaceful, productive society is supposed to look like. One night,
while working  extra duty at a movie theater, I confronted the scourge
of our society, and the very reason we are losing our way in this
world. Your children….
For those that have never met me, I am a 6’5” inch tall, 270lbs. black
guy. At the time all this went down, I had just transferred to this
police department that bordered the failed social experiment known as
Washington D.C. My job was to assist the manager in the orderly
operation of the theater, keep the peace, and deter/deal with any
disturbances. Sounded easy enough, until one night, this group of
children, none older  than 12-15 y/o, became loud and disruptive
during one of the movies. The manager had a sign posted that stated
that if you were escorted out for any reason, you were not entitled to
your money back. Well, the manager came and got me and asked me to
accompany him to throw these kids out. I stayed back and watch as the
manager got the 10 kids together and threw them out of the movie. As
we are walking through the lobby, they became more vulgar, loud and
disorderly. They saw the audience of 110 people waiting in line at the
snack bars, and had an audience.  I’m walking in the rear, when the
tallest and heaviest boy says at the top of his lungs, “I’m not going
anywhere until you give me my mother-fucking money back!” He then
turned to me and says, “if you put your hands on me, Imma beat your
ass, and then sue you”.  I laughed. Now the ENTIRE movie theater was
staring at me.
I touched him under his left arm with my right hand and said, “Come on
son, let’s talk about this outside”
“I’m not going anywhere, and get your fucking hands off me!” All of
this at the top of his lungs.
“Okay, listen, let’s talk about this outside,” and I again, touched
him under his arm. Not really a grab, but more like a nudge. He was
about 6 feet tall, and 125-145 lbs, approximately 15 y/o. He
literally, and to my absolute amazement, pulled his arm from me, and
in the same motion swung a closed fist at my face! I thought he would
do that….
In one motion, I slipped the swing, grabbed him by the back of his
arm, grabbed him by his throat, swung in a 360 degree circle, pulled
him close to my body while I did it (small circle jiu-jitsu) and threw
his ass through the double doors, horizontally. He hit the sidewalk,
outside. And you know what happened next? The crowd started yelling at
me.
“You didn’t have to hit that boy like that!” “I’m filing a complaint
against you, you Uncle Tom!” were some of the replies. I was
absolutely fucking shocked. Both at this kids actions, and the verbal
beat-down I was getting from the crowd. I mean, it was bad.
I got on the radio, scream for back up and a supervisor, and the kid,
lying on the ground, starts to get up. He says, “I got something for
your ass…” and starts digging in his pocket. I notice his hand moving,
and grab him. He’s fishing in his pocket for something, and then I saw
it, a knife.
I picked him up by his neck, and slammed his head into the light-bar
on the top of my police cruiser. I was scared. I was screaming at the
top of my lungs, “drop the knife! Put the fucking knife down!” After
the third slam, he lost consciousness. I rolled him over, all while
being yelled at by the crowd, and handcuffed him. In his pocket, I
found a four inch folding knife. I am sure, given the chance, he would
have stabbed me with this knife. Standing there out of breath, I hold
up the knife at the crown of hecklers, and gave the following speech;
“You stand there and make me look like the bad guy. But you saw him
swing on me. I told him repeatedly to leave, but he chose this, not
me. And you want to point the fingers at me, but if he had the chance,
he would have stabbed me with this!” and I held up the knife. Most of
them turned and walked away at that point.
But it got worse…
One of the kids he was with must have called the mother and father of
this kid, because here they come. The mother was absolutely
hysterical.  Shouting and screaming at me, asking me “how would you
like it if someone beat my kid up like that?!”
Honestly lady, if my kid is dub enough to pull a knife on a cop, he
gets what the hell he deserves. I love my kids too, but I’m not
stupid…
Then, while being held back by several officers, she spat at me, and
tried to swing at my head! I ducked then told her to her face, “If you
don’t take your ass somewhere and sit down, I’ll be more than happy to
put some cuffs on your ass too, and put you in the back of my squad
car with your son. I’ll make this shit a family affair!”
The entire time, I’m watching the father. He was built like a fire
plug. He was visibly shaken and mad. But he just stood and watched and
said nothing. I felt like deep down inside, he knew how much of a
piece of shit his son really was.
See, no one ever thinks that their kids would ever be capable of doing
something that disturbing. Something like this:
http://www.theblaze.com/stories/disturbing-viral-video-shows-teens-abusing-bus-monitor/
Your little precious suzie or tommie that you love so much, is going
to end up either being the condom-mishaps in this video, or like that
kid I had to body-slam, if you don’t start getting your heads out of
your asses, as parents.  You’re raising your kids to be drains on
society, and when you start seeing shit like whets posted in this
link, then not only have you failed your kids as a parent, but society
is doomed as well.  Stop thinking your kids are special. Stop thinking
that your kids should have everything you didn’t have. You’re raising
a bunch of losers, who in the end, are going to disappoint the hell
out of you, and make this world an even shittier place to live in.
Your kids aren’t special. Your kids aren’t “the exception.” Trust me,
I’ve seen exceptional kids, and your kids probably aren’t them. Get
tough with them. Teach them shit they are going to need to know.
French and special tutoring lessons and space camp, won’t teach your
kids shit, other than the fact that mommy and daddy will spend tons of
money to give me what I want, or what seems like fun. Respect my
elders, open doors for ladies, help older folks with their bags? WTF
is that?
I remember when my father grabbed me one day at the mall; I failed to
hold open a door for a lady and her baby behind me. I pissed my pants
fast as hell. I was scared to death. I thought my dad was going to
kill me. And you know what? I’m not ashamed to admit that. From that
day forward, even now, if there is someone, anyone behind me when I
walk through a door, I hold it open for them and let them pass through
first.
Be hard on your kids. You might think that you will be short changing
them, but you won’t be. Stop thinking your kids are special. They’re
not. Stop babying your kids. The world is a tough place. Doing what
some of you may be doing now, will more than likely produce those
wastes-of-a-good-orgasms, found in that link above.
Make them walk. Take away the cell phone for three days for no reason.
Make them ride their bikes. Teach them about the environment by
putting some boots on, and finding the closest wooded area, and have
them tell you what kind of trees are there. Teach your kids useful
shit. They will thank you for it. Because God forbid, they end up on
youtube, or meeting a cop like me…….

1) Barack Obama committed U.S. military resources to overthrow Libyan leader Colonel Gaddafi without any kind of congressional authorization whatsoever and without citing any evidence that Libya under Gaddafi was a threat to Five Reasons we Should Impeach Obama Right Now: the security of the United States.

 2) On New Years Eve 2011, Obama signed into law the National Defense Authorization Act which includes provisions that permit the abduction and military detention without trial of U.S. citizens. 

3) The passage of the ObamaCare bill, under which Americans will be forced to buy health insurance, is clearly in direct conflict to the Constitution. 

4) There was no investment of any meaningful type in the physical economy, there was no protection of the American people. He has made illegal commitments on behalf of private banking interests, to commit the American people to paying a debt that the American people did not accrue.

 5) Friday June 15, 2012, Barrack Obama advised the American People that he has directed the Director of Homeland Security, to cease any further deportations of Illegal Aliens in this country, under specific guidelines. By doing so, he has nullified Congressional authority and placed himself in a position where HE and only HE has the authority to choose which laws to enforce and which ones not to. He has therefore violated the Law himself.

I’m sitting here typing with one hand, if thats what you want to call it. More like hunting and pecking. And I got to thinking about something: “you can’t care about something if you’re not invested in it.”

I  mean, who runs a race, just to lose? Would you go to work, if you knew at the end of the week you weren’t going to be paid? Would you care if your next door neighbor’s house caught on fire, if you didn’t own the house you were living in next door? The answer is, of course not. And so there goes your attitude of the majority of black folks in this country: Why should I give a shit about taxes, if I don’t pay any? Makes sense to me…

Taxes. When you talk about how ” high taxes are/getting, most black folks ( and some white ) don’t hear you. Why? Because they don’t pay any taxes, except sales and income. But those that DO own shit, we’re getting the hell slammed out of us. But again, the majority doesn’t care. I heard somewhere that as much as 49% of Americans in this country pay no taxes. Well what about the 51% of us that do? Well, we get the shit kicked out of us, to provide for those that don’t. And I don’t know about you, but I never agreed to put that hood-rat-chick that lives in New Orleans with 7 kids, by 7 different fathers’ kids through school. But they still don’t hear me though….

So.. as Jerome who lives in North Philly, how does that effect me? Well JER-OME, if I own an oil refinery, and it costs me 2x the normal rate to buy a barrel of oil, I’m going to bang YOU when/where I can. See, you want to jack the taxes up on me, the wealthy oil company, but I’m going to bang you, all of you, in the end. 

A by-product of oil just so happens to be a major component in plastic. And so if it costs me ( just for arguments sake ) $200 for a barrel of oil, I am still forced to buy it. So I do. I buy one barrel of oil, and I get 20 gallons of gasoline and kerosene, blah, blah, blah. Whats left over is the main ingredient for plastic, which I sell to a bottle company for double the normal price. They buy it, and make milk jugs, soda bottles and car parts with it. You go to the store and buy a gallon of milk for the kids to have with their cereal in the morning, and now instead of paying 3.50 for that milk, you’re paying 4.15. Instead of paying 2.99 for a gallon of gas, your paying 4.00. Instead of buying that sweet chevy malibu for 14K, you’re paying 16K. But you don’t care though, right? 

You’re sticking it to them EVIL oil companies, right? Yeah……they’re giving it to you, just as good as your giving it to them, trust me. 

Same thing in property taxes. You want to fund all these anti-constitutional social welfare programs, but only one problem, you don’t know where the money is going to come from. Oh, I got it, jack the taxes up on those making over a set dollar amount. Sounds good to you, besides, you don’t pay taxes. Until you come into work one day, and find a pink slip on your desk, because you became too expensive to keep on the payroll. Gotta cut costs. So you take your last check, and drive home in your 16 thousand dollar Malibu, and stop off at WAWA to buy 4.00 dollar a gallon gas, and buy that expensive ass milk for your kids in the morning. But your vote to increase taxes on the wealthy, that didn’t have anything to do with you just losing your job, and getting raped at the pumps now, did it?

Keep voting against your better interests. Keep thinking that what goes on in DC doesn’t affect you. Keep thinking that your vote doesn’t matter.

“The Law of Unintended Consequences”… comes to mind.