A Federal court in Denver ruled that it is acceptable for a police chief to order subordinates to attend an Islamic event — even if they object based on religious reasons.
When Paul Fields, a Tulsa, Oklahoma police officer, objected to being forced to go to an Islamic mosque that had featured a controversial speaker (who promotes the destruction of Western civilization and the creation of an Islamic caliphate), he was ordered by superiors he must attend the mosque or suffer the consequences.
Paul Fields is a Christian.
As a Christian, his unwillingness to attend centered around the fact he did not want to go to a religious event where the topics being covered “discussed Islamic beliefs, Muhammad, Mecca, and why and how Muslims pray.”
Fields, who was one of the key officers that lead a protection program for the mosque, …
Now, I believe in the rights enumerated in the First Amendment. Speech, Press, Assembly. Freedom of Religion (or from Religion) as mandated by State authority.
Doesn’t such an order violate such a Right?
I’m betting this was all done in the name of political correctness and inclusion. Because, after all even the opinions of those seeking to destroy us have value. (yeah, right – Guffaw)
I’m certain Hillary Clinton would agree. Except she stated legal firearms owners are terrorists and as such have no right to an opinion!
h/t Preserve Freedom
Various law enforcement agencies and military units have memorials to those that have fallen in service to their country.
If we ever build such a memorial to concealed carriers who put their lives at risk to save others, the name of Joseph Robert Wilcox, 31, of Las Vegas deserves to be on that wall.
Wilcox was killed yesterday (June 8) attempting to take down the deranged couple that had just murdered Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Officers Alyn Beck and Igor Soldo at a nearby Cici’s Pizza location. Wilcox apparently spotted the husband as he rushed into Walmart, and tried to take him down.
Most CCW courses are basic safety classes, I’ve seen many I wonder if safety is even taught that well.
Please do not fool yourself into thinking you are trained to fight just because the state issued you a license
When the rubber meets the road, a lot can be going on, and basic training may not save you, I don’t know how much training Mr Wilcox had, , and he may have changed the course of the event, but he lost. (Maddened Fowl)
Not to cast aspersions toward Mr. Wilcox, but most of us are armchair adventurers at best. I’ve been in IPSC competitions wherein civilians cleaned the clocks of sworn officers, but these were pretend, not real life. And I’ve observed many officers whose firearms safety regime was trumped by their huge egos. And they paid for it.
Most of us are not sworn officers or spec ops guys home on leave from Afghanistan. We are regular Joes (and Janes) going about our mundane daily lives, but we do so armed. And many of us have received a permission slip from our respective States to carry our tools concealed as we go about our business.
The concealed weapon permit is akin the driver license. It doesn’t mean that we are automatically Mario Andretti upon our receipt of it. Keep training, keep learning, keep maintaining and most importantly, keep paying attention to your surroundings.
We, as civilians, have no obligation to rush in like John McClane (Die Hard films) in the movies and save everyone. And most of us don’t have the skills.
Know yourself, too!
h/t Bob Owens, The Duck
(Courtesy of Irish)
As long as you don’t interfere with them doing their job it should be legal. Videotaping would
help keep everyone in line.
A local New Hampshire police department agreed Thursday to pay a woman who was arrested and charged with wiretapping $57,000 to settle her civil rights lawsuit. The deal comes a week after a federal appeals court ruled that the public has a “First Amendment” right to film cops.
The plaintiff in the case, Carla Gericke, was arrested on wiretapping allegations in 2010 for filming her friend being pulled over by the Weare Police Department during a late-night traffic stop. Although Gericke was never brought to trial, she sued, alleging that her arrest constituted retaliatory prosecution in breach of her constitutional rights. The department, without admitting wrongdoing, settled Thursday in a move that the woman’s attorney speculated would deter future police “retaliation.”
There is that part mentioned without admitting wrongdoing which does disturb me, however…
And THIS, my friends, is why I’m a libertarian (small L). I stopped being a Republican in 1976, with big government, price controls, South Vietnam and Watergate in my rear view mirror.
Politics is ALL about control. This is why Libertarians will never get ahead – they want everyone to do their own thing, and support them in that effort, as long as they are left to do their own thing!
Being a believer in the Constitution, I had hopes for Tea Partisans, even though not all were libertarian in their scope. At least they weren’t progressives.
But, the Republicans can’t have THAT! (Guffaw)
This post has been long in the making. It’s a response to an attitude that I see and hear expressed constantly like a steady drip of arrogance and entitlement. My indignation against it has begun to boil over; and now that primary season is in full swing here in Arizona, I think the time is ripe to address it. I’m sure it will get me cross-ways with some, but I think it’s time someone said it out loud (or in writing in this case).Here’s my message to the Republican Party establishment. I don’t owe you anything. Not my time, my money, or my vote. I don’t care how bad things get, or how awful the policies of the Democrats are–and trust me, I fully understand how awful they are. I’m not required to support any of your politicians just because they have an “R” next to their name, or shut my mouth about the things I believe strongly about, just to ensure your victory on election day. In fact, I’m not even obligated to contribute to your victory. What happens when I mark my ballot is between me and God, and you aren’t entitled to any of it.More @ Western Journalism
After the chautauqua that was getting my ‘good’ computer back on line and working properly, I switched from IceDragon back to Firefox. An updated version.
And all was right with the World.
Except, of course, my inability to leave comments STILL on certain BLOGGER Blogs. Not all, just some. Sigh.
At Murphy’s Law’s suggestion, I kept plodding at the problem. I reinstalled Opera, and was able to comment on more blogs, and pretty pleased with myself. I was even able to leave a comment on Lagniappe’s Lair (Murphy’s Law)!
But then, I was unable to post comments on Bell’s A Ringing (again) and now Lagniappe’s Lair (yet again)!! AARRGGH!
So, I’m off to try Google Chrome, again later this week.
Insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly, expecting different results – Benjamin Franklin
At least the way I was taught in Police Science classes 1973-75.
But, times have changed.
Just Shoot: The Mindset Responsible for Turning Search Warrants into Death Warrants, and SWAT Teams into Death Squads
How many children, old people, and law-abiding citizens have to be injured, terrorized or killed before we call a halt to the growing rash of police violence that is wracking the country? How many family pets have to be gunned down in cold blood by marauding SWAT teams before we declare such tactics off limits? And how many communities have to be transformed into military outposts, complete with heavily armed police, military tanks, and “safety” checkpoints before we draw that line in the sand that says “not in our town”?More @ LRC
But rather, My Breakfast with Murphy’s Law!
This new-fangled Internet thing is a fantastic place! Not only do we get to have stuff delivered by The Brown Truck of Happiness ™ after a few clicks of a mouse (funds or credit permitting), get to communicate via Email, text, and Skype, but sometimes we get to develop friendships unheard of only a few years ago.
I am speaking, of course, of meeting persons we otherwise previously might have no knowledge of. Like fellow gun bloggers!
Sure, we can speak on our cellular telephones with such folks, and that too is very cool. But sometimes they have the means to visit our communities old-school.
And we get to break bread together.
Murphy’s Law and I have exchanged numerous emails over the years, and commented on each other’s blogs. I was fortunate yesterday to have him pass through my little berg and take me to breakfast!
@ 0700 (Yikes!) He originally wanted 0600!
To be fair, he was on his way South, and wanted to cross the bulk of the desert before the heat of the day. As it was 108* here, yesterday, I completely agreed.
We met at a local, independent diner not far from where I live. We compared notes about our lives, disabilities, guns and such, and had a great time.
I only hope (as I don’t have the financial means to travel) that he’s able to stop by again some time. Perhaps in the more temperate months? (hint, hint).
As we say here in the Southwest (if we’re sick-and twisted. as I am): Vaya con queso*, my friend!
*go with cheese
Here’s an interesting, if not fully convincing, piece by Ronald Bailey at Reason on what the future of privacy might look like.
“You have zero privacy anyway. Get over it,” declared tech guru Scott McNealy back in 1999. Fifteen years later McNealy’s statement is no longer factually controversial.
We all give up gigabytes of personal information to Facebook, Foursquare, Google, AT&T—and that’s just the voluntary stuff. In the past year, former government contractor Edward Snowden has revealed that our own government has been engaging in pervasive domestic spying, keeping track of everyone we’ve called, for how long we spoke, and from where. Privacy looks increasingly like a quaint mid-20th century relic.
In his new book, The Naked Future: What Happens in a World That Anticipates Your Every Move? (Current), former Futurist Deputy Editor Patrick Tucker explores a more positive take on how we can personally use the megabytes of information generated and collected by our digital paraphernalia to help us live smarter, healthier, and better lives, and maybe even regain some measure of privacy. Tucker, who is now technology editor at Atlantic Media’s Defense One, argues that all that data will enable us to predict and thus take more control over our futures. The Internet of Things is being born as the world is increasingly loaded up with gadgets that can sense where they are and can report what is happening around them to any other device connected to the network.
To illustrate just how naked we all soon will be, Tucker opens with a vignette from the near future in which your cellphone wakes you with a text message alerting you that on your way to work you will run into an old girlfriend who is going to tell you the happy news that she is engaged. The phone tells to you to act surprised at the news. This scenario unfolds as predicted, but instead of waiting for her to tell you, you blurt out your congratulations. As it happens, she not yet made her new romantic status public and is quite alarmed by your mistimed felicitations. The phone did warn you to act surprised.
Science Fiction? Hardly. Perhaps there is something to be said about going off-the-grid and becoming full Luddite? 😦
c/o Floyd @ threedonia
In recent years, a small amount of hackers and gamers have been anonymously reporting fake hostage situations, shootings, and other violent crimes designed to send elite police units, like SWAT teams, to unsuspecting people at their residences.
Kids are crazy nowadays. The first time I heard the term swatting I though I was being trolled, but once I looked further into it I found out it was actually real.
Really nice of them to show kids which apps, and cards they can buy to pull this type of “prank” off. (c/o ENDO)
So, you’re a juvenile. You’re bored – nothing to do…
I KNOW, let’s call in a SWAT Team on the crusty old neighbors down the block! That’ll be FUN!
Now I wasn’t adverse to a good prank or three when I was a kid. (I never did it) but the flaming bag of dog poop, and smoke bombs, fake vomit, plastic ice cubes with a fly inside, whoopee cushions, and prank telephone calls – these were good fun! We never did anything approaching criminal damage and rarely trespassed. And no real physical harm came to anyone or anything – we were good kids.
BECAUSE WE KNEW THERE WERE CONSEQUENCES FOR WORSE BEHAVIOR.
Now, having been physically abused as a child, corporal punishment is not the first parenting tool in my tool box. I think I spanked my daughter twice, when she was a toddler and this consisted of open-handed swats, two or three of them, to get her attention. That’s all.
Having said the above, I’m convinced those misguide yutes who call in SWAT on the unsuspecting innocent probably never received any swats.
And needed them.
“Here’s a line of peasants leaving Rancho Malario, to make room for YOU!” (from the Firesign Theatre, having little to do with the following post… NO, where I live is NOT Rancho Malario!)
Well, my lovely roomie has decided to move her unfinished, unrestored, ’62 Chevrolet Corvair Wagon to it’s proper place in the resident’s storage lot immediately West of our townhouse! (I’m certain complaints about it being an eyesore to the HOA from anonymous, whining neighbors had nothing to do with her decision.) Her dream was to have it fully restored to cosmetic and drivable condition, but, unfortunately, financial considerations got in the way.
(This was a car she and her last husband acquired and drove together in the 90’s, before his untimely demise in an industrial accident. As such, it’s a proper memory of him, and represents why she hasn’t just sold it to some collector.)
This means I’m able to move my recently-made-drivable 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue to the second spot under the resident’s covered parking, and out of the direct sunlight! In most regions, this would be no big deal, but in the sunny Valley-Of-The-Sun (temperature today 105) this is a BIG DEAL!
Especially as while drivable, the Olds remains un-airconditioned, so every little bit helps!
In other news, my roomie is leaving today for her sister’s in California for a well-deserved vacation and to conduct some family business. This means once again, I am the Dog (and Cat) Wrangler! – now with Puppy!
Not a problem, as they love me and I them, and this gives us a break from each other.
AND I GET TO PARK IN THE SHADE – WOO-HOO!