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danruk sort of asked for posts on this topic. This is friends-only to keep it away from search engines, because
If you're not with us, you're a terrorist. But feel free to discuss this text with other furs.)
For 2½ years I have been "a refusenik in a free country". The USA would neither allow me to leave nor explain their refusal. Well, no longer! After five mailings, three cashier's cheques, and two complete sets of clawprints, they have acquiesced. At left is the arrangement of ink molecules they finally sent me. I am a free dog! With this stamped clawprint card in paw, I can now apply to Immigration Canada for permanent residence. So my next action should be... to hire an immigration lawyer. Aroooo! But it can't be helped. I've taken as much of this bullshit as I can stand-the rest will have to be outsourced. The road to Canada is long but I shall press on. Nobody will be conscripting *my* pups for a war whose rationale changes with the winds!
If you follow such things, you've probably already heard that the US Gestapo (= "TSA") has admitted lying to Congress in the past and apparently plans to do so again in August, when they implement their new "Safe Flight" domestic spying regime despite Congress' direct order to them not to. My boycott of US air travel (haven't flown since 9/11) will be continuing for the foreseeable future. Not flying makes it hard to attend FurCons and such, but I refuse to enter any area where the police believe that article I, section 9, clause 3 of the Constitution does not apply to them. A TSA screener may declare any item whatsoever to be contraband; there is no appeal; you can then be arrested for illegal possession of an item that wasn't illegal when you arrived at the airport;
this has happened.
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From
Robert Paxton via
Billmon via
porsupah, a definition of Fascism:
Fascism may be defined as a form of political behavior marked by obsessive preoccupation with community decline, humiliation, or victimhood and by compensatory cults of unity, energy and purity, in which a mass-based party of committed nationalist militants, working in uneasy but effective collaboration with traditional elites, abandons democratic liberties and pursues with redemptive violence and without ethical or legal restraints goals of internal cleansing and external expansion.
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On a lighter note, I heard some new music on the radio today. The singer is no kid, but he nails that teenager-angst sound.
I almost got popped for a fight with a thug
Cuz he almost made off with a buncha the drugs
That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away
And I wished I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay
And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn't cut it
Almost had you
And I didn't even know it
Here I go thinkin' about all the things I could have done
I'm gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton
I know we've had our problems. I can't remember one.