LEFT'S WAR ON JUSTICE -- Military Sex Scandal a useful example
JR Shiflett
THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN ANY SOCIETY WHERE LAWS ARE APPLIED
SELECTIVELY, OR BIASED IN ANY MANNER BY THE PERSONS INVOLVED.
If EVERY American (Presidents included) is not treated identically
under the law (the meaning of "blind justice") then justice has
been lost, and eventually everything else will be lost with it.
Rape is a violent and cruel crime; at no time should any person,
regardless of race, gender, or political power (Presidents included)
be "above the law" when an ACTUAL crime has been committed. Because
the Leftists and Feminists have prostituted themselves for political
influence, they have cheapened the cause of rape awareness and
prevention for their own personal advantage -- and EVERY rape or
sexual harassment target has been victimized by these parasites
because the absolute justice they deserve has been polluted with
the inconsistency of political sellouts. IF THE SINS OF THE
COMMANDER AND CHIEF ARE IRRELEVANT, THEN HOW CAN THE ACTIONS OF
THOSE MEN AND WOMEN UNDER HIS COMMAND BE HELD TO ANY DIFFERENT
STANDARD!?!?
People who voted for Clinton stated to the world that sexual
misconduct is not a punishable crime -- it is just an irrelevant
behavioral quirk that is personal and not material to the other
aspects of a person's life. DON'T BLAME ME, I VOTED FOR DOLE!
For more details and opinions visit http://www.microtronics.com/links.htm
=====
JR Shiflett
I THINK, therefore I am CONSERVATIVE!
Drake Raft
Avast me merry matie! 'Tis great to have ye aboard
alt.culture.jollyroger!
THE JOLLY ROGER: http://jollyroger.com/beaconway/jollyroger.html
JR Shiflett (shif...@microtronics.com) wrote:
: THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN ANY SOCIETY WHERE LAWS ARE APPLIED
Dave Scocca
In article <56kl9j$f...@newz.oit.unc.edu>,
Drake Raft <dra...@email.unc.edu> wrote:
\ Avast me merry matie! 'Tis great to have ye aboard
\ alt.culture.jollyroger!
If it is so great to have him aboard a.c.jr, why are you telling him
to stop and desist?
Or do you simply not know what "avast" means?
D.
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Drake Raft
Avast Scocca! Where are those reviews on me classic novel?
THE JOLLY ROGER
http://jollyroger.com/beaconway/jollyroger.html
THE DRAKE RAFT FIELD TRIP
http://jollyroger.com/drft.html
Like I thought that everything would've made a pretty cool video, but
Cliff said that the whole video industry thing sucks, and by the time
they got anything of ours out on the air over MTV our story will have
evaporated, even if we laid down some cool riffs with it all. It'd have
to have a bunch of those swimsuit super models on fire, like the chick
who graduated early from Chapel Hill High and scored herself a Porsche.
You probably caught her in Sports Illustrated-- they put her in even
though she has red hair. Or else it'd end up on VH1, and even MTV'd
throw a flock of dolphins and environmental stuff in for balance to
offset the sex and fire and death, all of which sounded pretty cool to
me. I pointed out that one proverb thing, that a picture's worth a
thousand words, and Cliff said yeah sure, if the picture's of a face or
a barn or something, but when it comes down to pictures of the
ungraspable phantom of life or whatever, words are priceless. So Cliff
figured we'd write a book. Plus that way no one could ruin it, Cliff
said, unless they read it wrong, and then it'd only be ruined in a
private sort of way. But there's not much danger of that-- nobody I know
reads.
Now I won't be able to say everything exactly as it happened, but Cliff
said that that's no big deal, and I shouldn't worry about it; just as
long as we get it all down before it escapes our heads, and then if
there're any holes we can fill them in with whatever we feel. My verbal
handling skills are about as good as Cliff's Rhandy Rhodes guitar solos,
so you know Cliff should be the one recording all this in ink and stuff,
knowin' all the bigger words that he's always learning out of those
thick banned books he's always reading. But he's been shipped off to
some camp in California where he's supposed to find God or somebody. You
know how the whole book thing was his idea, but soon as he got out West,
he wigged out on me. He sent me a post-card of the Rainbow saying how
he's got no time for words, 'cause he's on to some combination
unification thing of quantum mechanics and relativity and stuff, which
he says came out of either side of Einstein's brain and have hated
each-other ever since. He's putting all that stuff in our physics
appendix thing, if you're in to science fiction. Plus he says he's too
much afflicted and stuff by Drake's poems to write straight, except for
to write out all the speech things we heard-- he keeps rhyming by
mistake. He said he trusted my talents and abilities, but that's mostly
'cause he doesn't wanna do it himself-- usually when Cliff trusts your
abilities it's 'cause he doesn't feel like doin' it himself.
But I have to admit that this time he might really be pretty tied up,
'cause on top of everything else, his dad's forcing him to take some
classes that're gonna make him ace his SAT test things so he can get
into the college of his dad's choice for real, even though we already
just got into Princeton this past April, as like these phony people. We
sent away for application things, and we made up some fake names like
River and Cloudy Meadows, and we filled 'em out saying how we were two
orphaned brothers who'd been adopted by some charitable Black Sabbath
roadies. We wrote it down in the spaces provided for events which
changed our lives about how we'd traveled the world and been cultured by
our roady family, having seen the Mardis Gras in the French Quarter, up
in France, and Liverpool too, where Ozzy was born. We said we'd watched
Bloody Stonehard sell out the Tokyo Dome four nights down in South
Europe as a cultural diversity exchange program, and we'd even seen like
the historical sights where Pink Floyd rocked down the Wall in Berlin
and kicked face-ism's ass for good and cured AIDS too, for Kurt Cobain's
benefit, 'cause he's like dead.
They'd changed the rules on the SAT things and let you take calculators
in, 'cause they don't teach math in high school anymore. So Cliff got
his soldering iron out and souped up these two old calculators he had
lyin' around and made 'em so they could cruise the information super
highway. That way I could look up all the words and things while he
worked on the math parts. Then we like interacted some on the WWW and
emailed each-other the information we'd found. I even had some time left
over to look up the lyrics to What's the Frequency Kenneth? 'cause I
never could figure out what was gettin' said, but seein' em didn't help
much.
I guess it was cheating, as we were both working on the same test, and
it could've been a federal bust, 'cause we were violating the FCC rules,
but hey, we were taking them as a joke, OK? And besides, Cliff said it
wasn't anymore cheating than memorizing the words before the test was.
If anything, our way was more honest and on the level, 'cause we just
went in knowing what we knew and didn't spend months preparing some
eminent front to fool people that we knew more than we really did. But I
did learn something-- I'll never get into college, as the only word I
knew on the test on my own was "estranged," 'cause Guns and Roses throw
up the definition in that old video-- you know, the cool one where Axl
jumps off an Oil Tanker and like Slash floats in front of the Rainbow
and walks on water and stuff each time his solo comes up, like he's God
or somebody. Plus our way was more efficient too, 'cause we weren't
filling up our heads with words that referred to nothing in reality, and
wasting good space that could be used to know real stuff, like how to
play the new Bloody Stonehard riffs.
Cliff put some serious time in on our recommendations from our teachers,
which was the toughest part he said, because he had to climb inside the
mind of Mrs. Jackson, this one English teacher we both had, though he
had her for honors, and I had her for challenged; and to authentisize
them he spiced the recommendations up with a few words borrowed from the
coolest contemporary literature, like Miss America and I Know Why the
Caged Bird Sings, and from that huge brick-like book he kept getting
detentions for having in the school-- the one which'd been banned for
promoting violence against whales, Moby Dick.
He said it would help us if we like lied and checked the minority box,
which I thought we were already, there being only two of us. But he
explained the meaning of the word, so I thought some about it and
concluded to him that it would be a good thing to say we were like
Chinese, as Greg Shimaku was the smartest in our grade and always
showing up on the honor rolls. But Cliff told me I was a dumb-ass, and
it was no wonder I never showed up on the honor rolls or anything, and
that anyone in our position needed to stick with a sure-fire minority,
so he put down that we were rich. For our essay questions Cliff
borrowed some old poems from that dead dude Shake-a-spear, and he set
them down as our own and told the admissions people we were two expiring
poets or something. I thought it was a dumb-assed thing to do, so sure
I was that we'd be busted for copy-writing, and they'd trash our
application, as that's like playin' a gig and introducing Knockin' on
Heaven's Door as a song you wrote for some friend who died from a heroin
overdose-- like Axl would beat the crap out of you. But Cliff said not
to worry, because he'd been talking with his brother Drake who'd been
going to Princeton, and before he'd wigged out up there and took to
livin' in the woods and killed himself, sort of, Drake'd told him that
they don't read Shake-a-spear there anymore. But like all this stuff is
of no matter, really. We got in and won us some scholarships too. We
could've gone, but Cliff messed up. He tried to have them fax us the
five-hundred dollar check for our books and stuff, 'cause we needed the
dough pretty bad to pay off Columbia House-- they'd been sending around
this third party dude to collect. But anyway, the admissions people
checked us out or something and threatened to prostitute us in a court
of law, just like those ones on cable, Cliff said. It would've been cool
if we were out in California, 'cause nobody gets convicted of anything
there, ever, and they hang the juries instead, but we were livin' in
lynchville USA, Cliff said, so we wrote 'em the letter they wanted
saying how we were just kidding, and they could keep their scholarship
and give it to someone who deserved it for real, and we weren't
prostituted.
But what I really want to-- I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Timber.
What I really want to tell you about is our whacked out post-postmodern
secret society adventure that started back in June, right the same day
when we graduated from the tenth grade, and Chapel Hill High let out
early, right after lunch, 'cause Travance and Jeremihah had these guns
and stuff. Vance had pulled this .45 revolver on Mr. Dehaven, our head
principal, when Dehaven'd told him to turn down his Cop Molester, even
though it wasn't Snoop. It was their own original stuff, which's twenty
times cooler. You weren't even supposed to have boxes in the school, but
because it was the last day, people weren't hidin' 'em in their book
bags like usual and stickin' with the headphones up under your cap
trick. They were sharin' the music with everyone. The whole thing'd gone
down right in the commons, during second period lunch. All the sophomore
chicks-- the fluff chicks is what my sister and her friends call 'em,
'cause they're stupid, or something-- they started freakin' and cryin',
and Patty called her mom on her car phone before Mr. Dehaven or anyone
could stop her. So they kicked us out before all the TV people showed
up, like usual. Patty's mom is a cop, but that never stopped her from
grindin' up her Ritalin to make a buck. But anyways, it was cool 'cause
we were set free as the wind for the summer and everything. I was,
anyway, but Cliff had to serve his detentions, even in spite of all the
machine gun stuff going down. Dehaven had snagged him on his way out the
door to freedom. He had ten racked up, all 'cause of that same whale
dissin' book. His tenth grade report card was going to be held 'til he
served them, or until he helped a homeless person and wrote a report
about it, but Cliff didn't know any homeless people, well enough to
bother them anyway, so he was stuck serving the detentions on this
totally immaculate day. That's a Cliff word-- immaculate.
Dave Scocca (sco...@gibbs.oit.unc.edu) wrote:
: In article <56kl9j$f...@newz.oit.unc.edu>,
Dave Scocca
For the sake of truth-in-posting, I should probably admit--with
respect to the subject line here--that I am from Aberdeen, Maryland.
However, I'm from the civilian side of town, and I never really
thought it was that great a place to live anyway.
In article <56lfbe$l...@newz.oit.unc.edu>,
Elliot McGucken <dra...@email.unc.edu> wrote:
\ Avast Scocca! Where are those reviews on me classic novel?
Do you mean the DTH review? I emailed the URL to you at least once.
It's also a fairly trivial thing to find starting from the UNC home
page on the web. (Hint: the Daily Tar Heel is cleverly hidden under
"news".)
I'm curious what "classic novel" you're talking about. I've seen a
misspelled, poorly-edited, self-published, novel-length text, but not
a "classic novel".
(Hint: generally, "classic novel" is not an accolade awarded by the
writer himself. Or his imaginary best friend, for that matter.)
Drake Raft
Dude-- you saw a two year old copy of the novel. Check out the new one.
http://jollyroger.com/drft.html
Dave Scocca (sco...@gibbs.oit.unc.edu) wrote:
: For the sake of truth-in-posting, I should probably admit--with
: respect to the subject line here--that I am from Aberdeen, Maryland.
: However, I'm from the civilian side of town, and I never really
: thought it was that great a place to live anyway.
: In article <56lfbe$l...@newz.oit.unc.edu>,
: Elliot McGucken <dra...@email.unc.edu> wrote:
: \ Avast Scocca! Where are those reviews on me classic novel?
: Do you mean the DTH review? I emailed the URL to you at least once.
: It's also a fairly trivial thing to find starting from the UNC home
: page on the web. (Hint: the Daily Tar Heel is cleverly hidden under
: "news".)
: I'm curious what "classic novel" you're talking about. I've seen a
: misspelled, poorly-edited, self-published, novel-length text, but not
: a "classic novel".
: (Hint: generally, "classic novel" is not an accolade awarded by the
: writer himself. Or his imaginary best friend, for that matter.)
: D.
Matuse
In article <56lfbe$l...@newz.oit.unc.edu> dra...@email.unc.edu (Drake Raft) writes:
>Avast Scocca! Where are those reviews on me classic novel?
I'll fill in for Scocca: Elliot, your book is shit.
Not only that, but you've once again betrayed the fact that drake and
elliot are one and the same person (I am about to have a coronary with
shock, believe you me). Elliot wrote "the drake raft field trip", and yet
here you claim to have written it.
Ooooops.
Pity you are so stupid, this might even be challenging.
--
"I accept"
"To accept is to yield"
"To yield is to allow oncoming traffic the right of way"
Whitey
dra...@email.unc.edu (Drake Raft) wrote:
>Avast me merry matie! 'Tis great to have ye aboard
>alt.culture.jollyroger!
Yes, please. Take him on board with you before you leave.
Byte me.
Whitey
"JR Shiflett" <shif...@microtronics.com> wrote:
>THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN ANY SOCIETY WHERE LAWS ARE APPLIED
>SELECTIVELY, OR BIASED IN ANY MANNER BY THE PERSONS INVOLVED.
>If EVERY American (Presidents included) is not treated identically
>under the law (the meaning of "blind justice") then justice has
>been lost, and eventually everything else will be lost with it.
>Rape is a violent and cruel crime; at no time should any person,
>regardless of race, gender, or political power (Presidents included)
>be "above the law" when an ACTUAL crime has been committed. Because
>the Leftists and Feminists have prostituted themselves for political
>influence, they have cheapened the cause of rape awareness and
>prevention for their own personal advantage -- and EVERY rape or
>sexual harassment target has been victimized by these parasites
>because the absolute justice they deserve has been polluted with
>the inconsistency of political sellouts. IF THE SINS OF THE
>COMMANDER AND CHIEF ARE IRRELEVANT, THEN HOW CAN THE ACTIONS OF
>THOSE MEN AND WOMEN UNDER HIS COMMAND BE HELD TO ANY DIFFERENT
>STANDARD!?!?
Oh, now isn't this a stretch? Clinton fucks around so you think THAT
is the cause of some stupid neanderthalic disgraces to the uniform
behaving like rabid horndogs who need to be put down? C'mon, loser!
Wake up and smell the reality, here.
>People who voted for Clinton stated to the world that sexual
>misconduct is not a punishable crime -- it is just an irrelevant
>behavioral quirk that is personal and not material to the other
>aspects of a person's life. DON'T BLAME ME, I VOTED FOR DOLE!
No, people voted for Clinton because the Dole/Gingrich agenda scared
the shit out of them much more thoroughly than did the prospect of
another four years of Slick Willie.
>For more details and opinions visit http://www.microtronics.com/links.htm
>=====
>JR Shiflett
>I THINK, therefore I am CONSERVATIVE!
Uproarious laughter followed. I think, therefore I can see that you
are a propagandistic moron.
Byte me.
Serdar Yegulalp
On 17 Nov 1996 02:46:43 GMT, dra...@email.unc.edu (Drake Raft) wrote:
>Dude-- you saw a two year old copy of the novel. Check out the new one.
I've seen the new one, too. It *still* stinks. You stuck in the
oh-so-trendy garbage about them now trying to start their own *website*,
and rewrote a few things here and there, but that's about it.
Why is it that you, who constantly accuse others of brown-nosing nine ways
to Sunday, are yourself frenetically angling to "pull" an audience any way
you can, when your pathetic attempts at self-aggrandization only make you
into an even bigger boob than you started out as?
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Dave Scocca
In article <56luaj$o...@newz.oit.unc.edu>,
Drake Raft <dra...@email.unc.edu> wrote:
\ Dude-- you saw a two year old copy of the novel. Check out the new one.
Dave Scocca
CB#3265, Hamilton Hall
Political Science Department
Drop it in campus mail whenever you wish.