Showing posts with label big broseph. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big broseph. Show all posts
Sunday, February 26, 2012
The New Scourge of Society: Crayon Gun Drawings
via HotAir Well, to be fair, the Toronto police did find a gun in Jessie Sansone’s house after they arrested, strip-searched, and held him for hours, after which they pressured him to retroactively consent to their ransacking his house without a warrant. It was a toy gun.
Jessie Sansone and his family are reeling after he was arrested and strip searched by police after his four-year-old daughter drew a picture of a man with a gun in her Kitchener, Ont., kindergarten class.
The 26-year-old father of four said Saturday the sketch was supposed to be him, getting the bad guys and monsters.
The school must have thought differently, as after Nevaeh drew it Wednesday, the school contacted Family and Children’s Services and they called police.
Waterloo Police met Sansone at the school when he tried to pick up his kids he was told he was charged with possession of a firearm. He was then handcuffed and put him in one of the several squad cars waiting outside, he said.
But hey, this is for the children, right? So this doesn’t matter at all:
While Sansone was being strip searched at the police station: told to disrobe, lift his testicles and bend over, his wife was home with their 15-month-old daughter.
“They came to my house, told my wife that I had been charged with possession of firearms, that she would have to come with them, and that Sundae (their infant daughter) would have to go with the social worker,” said Sansone. Stephanie called her Mom who rushed over to take Sundae instead. …
Sansone said police searched his house and found a plastic toy gun that shoots foam darts.
Just remember — the Nanny State will give you “rights” only when it pleases them to do so. When it suspects you may have committed a random act of freedom, they’ll toss any government-granted rights out the window in order to Protect the Children®. God help you if you’re stockpiling Nerf guns and your daughter has a creative streak in class.
Sounds like a family that may be choosing to home-school in the future, eh?
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Food Police: Happy Meal Edition (again)
You know you've done an awesome job at being a good nanny state leftist when even the Daily Show is ripping on your nanny state leftist crap.
| The Daily Show With Jon Stewart | Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c | |||
| San Francisco's Happy Meal Ban | ||||
| www.thedailyshow.com | ||||
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Friday, December 24, 2010
Went to bed in America...
...woke up in 1940's Soviet Union.
After posting video critical of airport security on YouTube, a total of SIX agents (four, that's right FOUR air marshalls and two sheriffs deputies) showed up the guys house to confiscate his federally issued cockpit gun.
The message to be taken away: Don't criticize the government, apparently, they will shoot the messenger.
After posting video critical of airport security on YouTube, a total of SIX agents (four, that's right FOUR air marshalls and two sheriffs deputies) showed up the guys house to confiscate his federally issued cockpit gun.
The message to be taken away: Don't criticize the government, apparently, they will shoot the messenger.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Junk Touching
Excerpts from the brilliant mind of Charles Krauthammer view entire article.Not quite the 18th-century elegance of "Don't Tread on Me," but the age of Twitter has a different cadence from the age of the musket. What the modern battle cry lacks in archaic charm, it makes up for in full-body syllabic punch. Don't touch my junk is the anthem of the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter.
The ultimate idiocy is the full-body screening of the pilot. The pilot doesn't need a bomb or box cutter to bring down a plane. All he has to do is drive it into the water, like the EgyptAir pilot who crashed his plane off Nantucket while intoning "I rely on God," killing all on board.
This time you have gone too far, Big Bro'. The sleeping giant awakes. Take my shoes, remove my belt, waste my time and try my patience. But don't touch my junk.
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Regulating Stupidity
Okay, so the equivalent of 4 beers and 4 sodas crammed into the handy convenience of 1 can is pretty crazy, but if we're gonna let these people vote and go off to war, we should probably trust them to do their own shopping.
I think the terrorists might have won...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Totally NOT Rawesome
Raw foods: the new scourge of society.
Enhanced security (in a Taiwanese nutshell)
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