DHS predicts increased violence over perceived victory at Bundy ranch

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A “perceived victory” by armed citizen militia soldiers at a tense mid-April standoff at Cliven Bundy’s Bunkerville, Nevada, ranch will lead to more violence, according to a leaked 7-page intelligence report from the DHS Intelligence and Analysis division.

Government analysts link the killing of two Las Vegas Metro police officers by a husband and wife team named Jerad and Amanda Miller, who in turn then killed themselves, to the confrontation that resulted when agents of the Bureau of Land Management attempted to seize the Bundy family’s cattle over non-payment of grazing fees.

The report notes that according to Mr. Bundy, the couple had been told to leave the ranch after a brief visit in which it was discovered their thinking did not align with that of family members and their militia supporters.

Analysts were careful to delineate a difference between citizen militia soldiers and sovereign citizen adherents, saying the people from the sovereignty movement are expected to continue at the pace of about 4 violent incidents per year. Militiamen, on the other hand, they predict will begin to ramp up violence at a much brisker pace.

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Grand jury potency a factor of judge and prosecutor control

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Former Hill County Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon

It’s an election (year) and anybody with any axe to grind is coming out of the woodwork.” – Vic Feazell, Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon’s attorney 

Hillsboro, Texas – If it’s not down and dirty, it’s not a Sheriff’s race in the Lone Star State.

Primaries both before and after the Reagan Revolution, a happening in which the world turned upside down and Democrats “boll-weeviled” their way to the GOP, have the psychological affect of a pagan house purification ritual. Reading the written record is like getting down on hands and knees to analyze the patterns of blood and feathers on the floor.

Consider the 2012 re-election failure of Hill County Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon. It’s a poor county, a cotton farming community with a small population situated on the road to everywhere, America’s Main Street, Interstate 35, an hour south of Dallas and a half-hour from the Baptist bastion on the Brazos, Waco.

Local government jobs really, really matter in the scheme of the local economy. It’s the difference between having plenty – and catch as catch can.

They play for blood. It’s as if human souls were on the line.

The case was as dramatic as a teen-aged temper tantrum, the sizzle on the steak as bold as allegations of a Sheriff exposing himself to female employees, routing ambulances across the county to favor one company over another, and a pistol-waving supporter getting raunchy in a restaurant.

By the time a couple of special prosecutors and the judge got through with the Grand Jury investigation, it was all over in an hour, but it was an hour spent on stage in advance of a bitterly contested primary runoff election in which the incumbent plummeted from the heights of power to a perch in ignominy.

Through the adroit management of State District Judge F. Bob McGregor, who appointed the husband and wife legal team of Bill and Susan Johnston, the Grand Jury investigation of the inflammatory allegations against Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon turned into a non-event, according to a complaint filed with the State Commission on Judicial Conduct by Barbara Leetun.

Though numerous witnesses were subpoenaed – including five female employees and ex-employees, some of whom alleged the Sheriff made so bold as to unzip his fly and ask, “Who would like a promotion?” – none of them were called to testify before the Grand Jury, a tribunal which, by surprise, convened for the brief time of one hour that took place ten days before the runoff election.

“The Special Prosecutors refused to talk to and receive evidence from eye witnesses. All complaints were not investigated,” Ms. Leetun wrote in her complaint.

“At no time from assignment to the Grand Jury did the prosecutors speak to the complainants.”

In a complaint to the State Bar, she alleged that “During the Grand Jury, no evidence including the written statements of the complainants was provided to the Grand Jury. Only the Special prosecutors’ statements were allowed.”

After 45 minutes of conferring with the Special Prosecutors and pondering the words of a Texas Ranger assigned to investigate, the jurors deliberated for 15 minutes and decided the steak came off a total dud – all sizzle and no meat, all hat and no cattle – and returned no bill of indictment.

She added three other elements to her complaint:

– The proceeding was an ambush that took place ten days before the election – when the complainants had been assured the hearing would take place following the contest.

– By “appointing a number of known associates and supporters of the Sheriff to act as jury commissioners and jurors, and by withholding evidence from the Grand Jury, the Judge… failed to assure the integrity and independence of the process…”

– County officials refused to disclose the names of the Grand Jurors.

Her entreaties fell upon deaf ears; both tribunals demurred in letters of polite consolation.

Reading through the record further, the paper trail reveals it was all about the money – all along. As it turns out a 56% “completeness” factor in the department’s crime clearance statistical reports left grant money on the shelf, a dynamic that affected other departments in the county, according to a Heart of Texas Council of Governments honcho.

A lucrative ambulance contract for an out-of-town operation named “Care Flite” was on the line in competition with a non-profit outfit. The Sheriff escorted company representatives to the county line following a contentious community meeting.

Where is he now?

An ex-Marine with experience working security contracts for the Department of Defense in various Balkan hellholes and a work history with the high-flying, globe-girdling outfit, Chrysler Airborne Systems, Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon today holds down a position as General Manager/Security Specialist with the national truck stop chain, Petro Travel/Stopping Centers.

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Federal judge rules assault weapon ban constitutional

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A U.S. District Judge in Baltimore held AR-15 or AK-47 style “assault weapons” capable of holding more than 10 rounds “dangerous and unusual” in a ruling that declares a state law prohibiting such weapons constitutional.

The holding places possession of the semiautomatic weapons outside the protections of the Second Amendment.

One may read the ruling by clicking on this link: http://www.scribd.com/doc/236628112/Baltimore-District-Court-gun-ruling

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Cops’ immunity a given

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Criminals with badges routinely walk away from legal outrage

Hidalgo County, Texas – In a rare occurrence, one day last month a U.S. District Judge sentenced a crooked border cop to five years of federal time for spitting on his badge.

All the other features of the same, sad old story were in evidence. The local broadcast media suppressed the name of the known drug trafficker who contributed an admitted $25,000 to Sheriff Lupe Trevino’s election campaign, though it’s a matter of record for all to see, filed away in the Elections Office in the courthouse at Edinburgh. That figure is double what is inscribed on the record.

Obviously, people are scared to death to name names, for obvious reasons. When it comes to why, the element of where rises to the top of the heap. Wasn’t it the real estate hustlers who said it’s location, location, location that really matters in any deal?

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The story mentions the fact that Trevino’s son, who lived in his home at the time, had along with other members of the local drug task force got caught stealing drug shipments from dope smugglers, then selling the contraband at cut rate prices to certain other dope merchants. They just didn’t give their names, or mention exactly what legal action the government is taking against them, if any.

The story did mention that U.S. District Judge Micaela Alvarez broke away from sentencing guidelines to give the Sheriff an additional year behind bars. The television reporters featured her words as she passed sentence, saying, “You knew that this person was a drug trafficker,” Alvarez said. “You are contributing to the problem that we have in this county.”

“I’m sorry. It happened. I did it,” Trevino replied. ow.ly/zkrOJ

Well, blow me down; la de da, Sheriff. That’s the going rate, you say. Five years. Everyone else walks away, as if nothing happened, when the truth is, Sheriff Trevino could hardly have done all that and a bag of chips, all by himself. There were a lot of people involved. Anyone with an IQ above 40 has enough snap and mother wit to figure that one out.

And then the big TV station, the government-licensed electronic mouthpiece from the Metromess, rounded things out by mentioning in passing that Trevino is not the only Rio Grande Valley sheriff to have screwed the pooch in such spectacular one-man, one-riot fashion. Nothing to see here, folks, in other developments, this pop singer got caught dry-humping a wrecking ball and Lindsay Lohan appeared on-camera, licking the barrel of a Dirty Harry .44 magnum.

Former Starr County (Rio Grande City) Sheriff Rey Guerra was sentenced to federal prison in 2009 for his role in a drug-smuggling conspiracy. Former Cameron County (Brownsville) Sheriff Conrado Cantu was sentenced to federal prison in 2005 for running a criminal enterprise. And former Hidalgo County (Edinburgh) Sheriff Brig Marmolejo was sentenced to prison for taking bribes in 1994.

A Laredo broadcaster mentioned that Hidalgo County Auditor Ray Eufracio determined that though $1.7 million in fuel costs have passed through the Sheriff’s budget, there’s no way to track the consumption. Moreover, of 5,400 assets listed in the department’s property, about 1,880 items cannot be located. The last audit of the Sheriff’s Office took place in 2005. http://www.kgns.tv/home/headlines/Inventory-Gone-Missing-Hidalgo-County-Sheriff-Department-270612261.html

From outright murder to highway robbery, and lots of other esoteric man-with-a-badge crimes in between, this one has something in common with all the hundreds of others reported over the past couple of weeks, stories culled from national blogs just chock full of this kind of jazz.


The only thing that makes Trevino’s story unusual is he got sentenced to do time, and he’s an elected official. The cops appointed by Mayors and City Councils usually go skulking down the road to do it all over again, serving under the aegis of the state’s certification commission for lawmen. There, at the next wide spot in the pike, they find a prosecutor, a County Commissioners Court, a Mayor, a whole passel of merchants, and other assorted chamber of commerce goons, who are all too willing to take advantage of his hired gun status. And the beat goes on.

The killers get paid administrative leave while their case is referred to the current term of the Grand Jury, which cheerfully returns no true bill of indictment, and that handles that.

Done deal.

Cops pull people over for speeding, demand they give them permission to search the vehicle, confiscate their weapons and cash money, then drop the charges on their cafeteria jello shaky cases while they keep the loot. It’s an every day thing up and down U.S. Hwy 59, the road to Bossier City and the casinos in La La Land, and U.S. 287, a similar route to the “Indian” gambling oases of Oklahoma and Colorado.

Here are a few more Texas cases that ought to jack your jaws and long for the chance to sit on a Grand Jury where you can ask some tough questions and demand some sensible answers – or else.

Estelline, Texas: The city located where U.S. 287 crosses the Red River is reviewing its police procedures after authorities reached a $77,500 legal settlement with a woman who alleged officers illegally seized more than $29,000 from her pickup and kept $1,400 of her cash. An audit showed that the city was more than $600,000 in arrears in traffic fines that should have been shared with state officials. http://ow.ly/zLLka

Newton County, Texas: The sheriff of this Big Thicket county has been indicted on one count of terroristic threat on a public servant and a warrant has been issued for his arrest. He reportedly told the County Judge and others following a Commissioners Court meeting that he would just haul off and shoot them dead if they insisted on an audit of his department. The charge is a third-degree felony.  If convicted, he could be sentenced to from 2 to 10 years in prison. He will face a $10,000 bond when arraigned on the charge. http://ow.ly/zQj5i

San Antonio police are investigating the severe beating of a man who was doing nothing more than snapping pictures of an office building his wife intended to lease for her medical practice. http://www.kens5.com/story/news/investigations/i-team/2014/07/24/sapd-investigation-man-beaten-west-san-antonio/13014559/

Saint Jo, Texas: A police officer was arrested for official oppression. He is accused of unlawfully detaining an 18-year-old female driver on at least two occasions and following her on several other occasions, according to the arrest affidavit. http://ow.ly/zvaL6

Austin, Texas: A man has filed a lawsuit against a police officer, claiming the officer used excessive force. http://ow.ly/zv68a

El Paso, Texas: A now-former police officer charged with tax fraud in connection with a medical billing scheme is scheduled to appear in court. He has been charged with corrupt interference with Internal Revenue laws and 14 counts of structuring transactions to evade reporting requirements and aiding and abetting. ow.ly/zsV7p

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To Indict Court System

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Albany, New York – John Darash has a plan – a modest proposal to indict every Court in every jurisdiction in every state of the U.S.

Working through the National Liberty Alliance, Darash has composed a “True Bill of Information” that he intends to send to 1,900 federal judges and magistrates with a list of particulars worked out by he and a Common Law Grand Jury convened in the Northern District of New York.

It is a breathtaking document, to say the least, its key concepts springing from a hodge lodge of common law, including the Magna Carta of 1215, key King’s Bench decisions, and such venerable legal concepts as handed down in cases such as Marbury v. Madison.

One of the central tenets of the reasoning is that the state has no true jurisdiction to rule over individuals who have been “kidnapped” to appear.

Courts “not of record” are actually chancery courts, he says, and not common law courts. As such, they are “a conspiracy to overthrow the United States of America.”

Though the U.S. Constitution designates a Supreme Court of the United States and such courts as Congress may create from time to time, he charges “high treason in the creation of U.S. District Courts.”

It won’t be cheap, Darash told his followers, a nationwide throng of men and women listening in on Monday, August 4 in a conference call. In fact, handling and postage will run $3 apiece for the 15-page mailing – for a total of $6,000.

But it’s a small price to pay, he reasons, when the entire system of courts has been created “to fleece the people of the United States.”

Though he reckons federal courts have yet to fail entirely, he holds that the system of state courts have.  “The entire judicial system within the United States has failed.”

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‘It’s my pet rock…’

Sgt. CJ Grisham

Sgt. C.J. Grisham

Belton, Texas – The Bell County “Justice Center” is little more than a fancy, new, state-of-the-art jail complete with all the cybernetic doodads, constructed with revenue bonds, the kind County Commissioners just haul off and authorize while the public has no chance to vote the debt service up or down.

Paying the bill for building this gleaming concrete and tool-grade steel-reinforced hulk in Mussolini Modern into the side of a surgically precise, machine-made hillside on a by-pass loop with direct connections to two limited access highways – State 190 to Ft. Hood and I-35 to Dallas and Austin – was something like whipping out your Visa Gold and American Express cards and letting the tab run. All the fat cats and good old boys got a piece of the action, from the Temple Mayor with his materials transportation company, a composite and concrete mogul with shopping mall, highway, and industrial plant projects all over the town Santa Fe built, to the neocon in-crowd with their fingers in statehouse budgets and federal grant money pie charts.

The ensuing years of drought have not been kind to the buildings, as the black land prairie settled and shifted under the influence of record-setting and protracted dry conditions, cracking the foundations. All this allows water to leak into the underground cells during the first year of normal rainfall since it was all flung together in defiance of gravity only a few years in the past.

Those underground passages sometimes stand in water for days until repair crews can get them pumped out and dry enough conditions prevail to patch the broken concrete. People who have done time there for ace capers like driving while license suspended or failure to carry insurance, probation revocation, and other misdemeanor convictions, say it’s turned into something of a struggle as new seeps and springs find their way through the fill and compacted composite on a daily basis.

When the neocons and law and order types start bragging about its subterranean passages and total surveillance capability, it’s hard to keep from getting the aroma and taste of your own vomit in your mouth and nasal passages. This is the jail where they housed Maj. Abu Nidal Malik Hasan, the devoutly Islamic Palestinian-American Army psychiatrist who specialized in examining post traumatic stress disorder patients fresh from the fight in Iraq and Afghanistan, the doc who equipped his Fabrique Nacional Herstal semi auto 5.7 mm pistol with both red and green laser sights so he could fire only on soldiers wearing green camouflage combat fatigues, and then mowed down more than a dozen human beings including a pregnant soldier who screamed, repeatedly, “My baby; my baby,” at a pre-deployment medical examination clinic in November, 2009.

it’s that kind of place.

So when you hit the magnetometers and turned out your pockets, you already knew it was going to be a bummer covering the trial of Sgt. C.J. Grisham, a military intelligence specialist and seasoned interrogator with extensive experience in Iraq and Afghanistan, for the misdemeanor offense of carrying a loaded AR-15 on a public roadway.

When he got home from his last overseas deployment, he admitted having the symptoms of PTSD, and was going through processing for his retirement. He’s a native of this prairie community, a military and transportation hub with a lot of warehousing and manufacturing muscle, a place on the way to everywhere else in this part of the world.

Sgt. Grisham has kin who own farm property in a semi-rural area near the excellent airport and industrial park on the west side of town. The row crop land buffers the runways of the airport, and in early spring, dopers come out of the woodwork and raid the anhydrous ammonia tanks placed in the fields for tractor drivers to replenish the fertilizer rigs on their plows as they lay off the rows for the new crop season.

The noxious gas is a chief component of “Nazi speed,” as it’s cooked locally, sold at a big fine price to zombies who stumble around for a few miserable months before they die. Grisham and another soldier made a habit of chasing the freaks off after he got home, wielding AR-15’s and piloting cars at triple-digit speeds.

He paid a visit to the City Council and addressed the local government in person when he learned there is a city ordinance prohibiting the open carry of firearms, something no state or federal law prohibits.

The mayor basically told him to take a flying leap at a rolling doughnut and not to let the door hit him in the buttocks, so he began  calculating his next move – not much for a stepper who has been preparing political dossiers in combat zones for many years.

He came up with the idea of going armed for a 10-mile hike around the perimeters of his family’s far-flung crop lands and the industrial park, something to help his son earn a merit badge for his Boy Scout uniform. As he and his high-school-aged son walked along a public roadway near the airport, a case worker for Child Protective Services (CPS) saw the black rifle, the juvenile accompanying the armed man, became alarmed, and called 9-1-1.

What happened next has gone down in Texas history. There is rarely a weekend when Grisham and his cadre don’t stage a public rally complete with a parade past the local cop shop somewhere in a major Texas city after first agitating long and loud to get the local gendarmes’ attention and quelling their desire to jail the bearers and confiscate their weapons.

Grisham has been arrested for carrying a toy plastic revolver on the steps of the State Capitol at Austin, obtained the permission of the State Land Commissioner Jerry Patterson to stage a rally of armed open carry enthusiasts on the grounds of the Alamo, and led his followers to testify before legislative committees in support of open carry of handguns.

On the morning in question, there stood this career soldier dressed in the gaudy, band box getup of a Master Sergeant wearing dress blues,  his tunic loaded with medals and service ribbons, his pockets turned out, and heat waves radiating off the top of his head.

The female deputy reached into the basket provided to hold keys, billfold, cell phone, change and other pocket detritus, held up a sizable smooth river rock that completely filled her hand, and asked, “What is this?”

Grisham hesitated a beat, a beat-and-a-half, and another, then drawled. “It’s my pet rock.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the glazed turret where all exits and entrances must originate in the massive public foyer. Though many eyes and ears were trained on the action, no one dared say a word; in fact, no one dared breathe too loudly.

“You will take it outside to the parking lot and put it in your vehicle,” the woman said, and Grisham’s face turned scarlet. Apparently, they had already gone round and round about his stress ball and his plastic figurine with the fright wig. But the pet rock was just way too much for her sensibilities.

He began the process of putting it all back in his pockets, she gave him his jacket, and he placed his visored cap on his head, about faced smoothly, and marched for the exit, his patent leather dress shoes striking the terrazzo at a steady tattoo.

A moment, to be sure, but oh, what a significant moment…and you were there.

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The first misdemeanor trial ended in a mistrial after jurors deadlocked 5 to 1. In the second, they returned a unanimous guilty verdict for interfering with an officer, as charged by the judge, because Grisham placed his hand on the weapon when the cop jerked it around by the one-point sling. He had drawn his pistol, preparing to jam the muzzle into the nape of Grisham’s neck and jab it into his armpit while he bent him over the hood of the patrol car.

Police still have Grisham’s custom-made AR-15 and Kimber concealed carry model .45-caliber 1911 style pistol in their custody while the case in under appeal.

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Crossing the Rubicon

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Welcome to the Alamo. No one gets out alive. You are here to die. But we’re so tickled to see you. It means you got here quick as you could.

It means you’re at home, now, that the national brush fire war of liberation is here – now. Welcome home.

Somewhere on the road – Forget the room of the wolf mother wallpaper, skinny legs and all. This is the hour of the reckoning, the day when the sands ran out, where tight-lipped, cold-eyed men make their last calculations, make the declarations they know they must stick with – forever.

A flinty soul with side whiskers, seated at the round table of the coffee fumes and the cigarette smoke, a face from the ancient gallery, looks up from under the brim of his hat and declares himself “DIP,” which, he explains in the soldierly bureaucratese of vital statistical reality – the blood and thunder of the profession of arms – means “die in place.”

He confronts a brother from the gutter at his end of the road, someone just as unable to catch his breath, just as unlikely to survive the tortures of flight, the likelihood of detection in any conceivable bolt hole.

He explains: “I’m too old to run through the jungle with a 60-pound pack and a rifle. Can’t do it any more. You leave me with a few rounds and a weapon – and it’s understood, I’m there to die in place.”

If it slows the enemy down by so much as a half-hour, this business of robbing him of his last breath, stealing his shadow, forcing a final few heartbeats, that’s a half-hour his comrades have to get their legs under them and head out for parts unknown. It’s an exit strategy.

The discussion goes round and round, and returns to the central talking point – repeatedly. What will they do if they come to the door, a dozen ninja-suited warriors from the other side, come for you. What will you do? Do you have a plan?

Thus confronted, the conversation goes round and round, to lofty spires and glorious pinnacles, hard points memorializing the constitutional principles of a nation in despair, a graveyard of dreams, a resting place for the remains of the day, the screams in the night, the rap on the door. There is talk of water, medical supplies, purification, radio communications, caches of ammo, ways to freeze dry, can, preserve, and store food – and then the question returns, like a recurring nightmare, a repeat notice for an unpaid bill.

The chairman of the impromptu little circle of men and women bent on survival calls the question, like a call to prayer – once again…

What will you do if they come to your door? Can you defend yourself? Can you? Your response comes in the rush of realization. If it’s come to this, if you spend time pondering a question like that, you’re already there. The moment has arrived. It’s no longer a speculation of a grim possibility for the future. The time is now.

You have crossed the Rubicon.

The face of the side whiskers reconsiders, says, “You know, the Viet Cong had the right idea. Forget about wearing camis and running around in armor with a heavy pack. Wear what the people are wearing, live among them, just be yourself. It works.”

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The Constitution Free Zone of the United States

Nearly two-thirds – 197.4 million – of the population lives within 100 miles of the U.S. land and coastal borders, according to the 2007 figures of the Census Bureau. This is the constitution free zone of the U.S., according to executive fiat.

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Libertarians name FFL for Justice Court race

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Gary Cunha, Esq., licensed attorney and Federal Firearms Licensee

Six Shooter Junction – The internet ads started appearing in December of 2012. Use me, I’m a Federal Firearms Licensee and my address is in this office building on the courthouse square, a place where mainly lawyers hang out their shingles.

The advertiser keeps in inventory certain loads with heavyweight bullets in chamberings that are hard to find due to demand – .38 special, .45 ACP, and the like – and will receive for a fee a shipment of a firearm from a third party on behalf of an unlicensed citizen.

That would be Gary Cunha, attorney at law and a candidate for Justice of the Peace Precinct 1, Place 1, following the Libertarian Party’s action last night of nominating him for the position. It wouldn’t have been necessary had the GOP members of the McLennan County Commissioners Court not disenfranchised voters by redistricting the Justice Court Precincts – after the primary elections. According to the law, those elected should be allowed to finish out their terms, but the Republicans have other ideas. No one is entitled to a public office, saith McLennan County Republican Chairman Ralph Patterson.

Cunha was one of 21 candidates who asked for the appointment to succeed long-time County Judge Jim Lewis after his precipitous and surprising resignation.

Now he’s one of five people vying for the general election victory that will put him on the bench in one of the five remaining Justice of the Peace and Constable precincts  following the sudden redistricting foisted on the public by the GOP.

All this was done in the sacrosanct name of saving money, according to Tea Party co-founder and newcomer on the court, Will Jones, a Texas Lotto millionaire who got himself elected to take old-line West Democrat and liquor salesman Joe Mashek’s place on the court.

Said Cunha of his nomination: “It was lawyers all along that held down these Justice Court benches.” Probably true. He will be running against a new-born operative and non-lawyer Republican club lady who edged multi-term attorney Kristi DeCluitt.

Other candidates tapped by the Libertarians include: J. Douglas Froneberger, Clinton Chase, and David Reichert.

Squire Froneberger is the old chap who discovered that convicted felons are practicing medicine under the auspices of the licensing authorities of the State of Texas, and made a big stink about it on the Metromess television stations. Hear. Hear.

And the floggings will no doubt continue until morale improves.

Very well. That is all. – The Legendary

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Judge lifts D.C. gun ban

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Marine Adam Kokesh served jail time for loading a shotgun on camera in this July 4, 2013, video shot on the streets of D.C.

Washington, D.C. – A U.S. District Judge enjoined District of Columbia officials from preventing registration of firearms intended for open carry for self defense in a court order published on Saturday, July 26.

According to the holding, Judge Frederick J. Scullins considers the refusal of police to register guns intended to be carried outside the home for self defense a violation of the Second Amendment. He enjoined them from banning their registration for that stated  purpose. He also enjoined officials from enforcing the D.C. code that prohibits carrying firearms, and furthermore enforcing the code against individuals who choose to do so simply because they do not reside in the District.

Four plaintiffs and the Second Amendment Foundation sought the injunction following a Supreme Court decision, District of Columbia v. Heller, that holds it is unconstitutional to prohibit citizens to carry registered handguns outside their homes, only to learn that police would not register their firearms.

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Every tea pot on its base

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Killeen – John Coleman of Central Texas Tea Party announced plans for a Patriotic Pep Rally, to be held at the Marriott Courtyard, 1721 Central Texas Expressway, on September 27.

The day-long affair will feature visits by a half-dozen U.S. Congressmen, some 31 Texas State Legislators, members of both the House and Senate, representatives of the Texas State Rifle Association and the National Rifle Association.

To make inquiries, drop him a message at hunter40m@gmail.com