On Thu, May 31, 2018 at 11:51:46AM -0700, Razer wrote: > > I just got a voicemail from one special agent Delligan (sp? And why are they > almost always Irish?) in DC about a 'post > you made in April', and he wanted a callback. On calling I got a voicemail > box that sounded legit but I still > suspected a FB phishing expedition. So I dialed the same number but instead > of the last 2 digits I dialed 00... Fast > busy. So I dial 01, and get a senator's office. Not a Phishing trip... I left > a rather rude voicemail at the phone > number and got a callback about 10 minutes later. > > The post in question, from April was in regard to the Congressional Baseball > game, which had a shooter drop in if > you'll recall. My post was just before they tried have their ballgame again > and RollCall was commenting on the > security. In the post I basically suggested that there's no foolproof way to > protect a congressman on an open air > ballfield from a sniper at 300 yard with a bolt action rifle. Apparently the > Capitol Police ARE worried about such a > possibility and were 'assessing' all possible threat scenarios made on social > media. After a five minute chat he > assumed I wasn't intending to be a 'shooter' nor instructing anyone how to be > one, or even suggesting anyone should be > one, and here is the post: > > > > "Tight security. Use a good high power Bolt Action legal-in-all-50-states > > hunting rifle... Bedded in and checked > > at the range any ol' bolt action ought to be good for 300 yards anyway. > > > > "Republicans’ First Congressional Baseball Practice After Shooting Set for > > April 25" > > > > https://www.rollcall.com/news/hoh/republicans-congressional-baseball/ " > > Rr.
Funny, did your calls last year to murder Huwaite nationalists on the street get you a call from Da Man? I agree with this: > Ps. > > "I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. > It's a depression. Everybody's out of work > or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are > going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under > the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere > who seems to know what to do, and > there's no end to it. > > We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit > watching our TV's while some local > newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three > violent crimes, as if that's the way it's > supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. > > It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. > We sit in the house, and slowly the world > we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least > leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me > have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say > anything. Just leave us alone.' > > Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you > to protest. I don't want you to riot - I > don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to > tell you to write. I don't know what to do > about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the > street. > > All I know is that first you've got to get mad!" Yes, folks need to get mad, a most are rainbow lorikeets in gilded, avocado on toast munchin, steel-belted radial clad sopor.
