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To: knarf

This post begs the question: Why are we dependent on someone else to be aware and make a report?

Isn’t what you say an avoidance mechanism to appear “tolerant” while whistling-past-the-graveyard?

Profile Muslims, NOW!


17 posted on 07/17/2015 5:26:29 AM PDT by Cletus.D.Yokel (Catastrophic Anthropogenic Climate Alterations: The acronym explains the science.)
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To: Cletus.D.Yokel
Not sure I understand your posting to me ... but I agree with the profiling ...

Hell ... they've already been profiled ... I'm beginning to think like the WW2 Japanese internment ....

19 posted on 07/17/2015 5:29:07 AM PDT by knarf (I say things that are true, I have no proof ... but they're true.)
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To: Cletus.D.Yokel; knarf
This post begs the question: Why are we dependent on someone else to be aware and make a report?

The Bystander effect, someone else will do something, it's someone else's problem.

I may have mentioned this before. In Virginia you can't carry a gun into a church. Several years ago we had a pretty disheveled homeless looking guy walk in to church carrying a backpack one Sunday and make his way towards the front of the Church.

I always carry my Leatherman with me and while it is not much it is better than nothing. I made quick survey of the situation and told my wife that if I stand up she is to get under the pew and stay there until I come and get her.

The ushers managed to get him out with out an incident and he was just looking for a handout, but you have to stay vigilant no matter where you are.

29 posted on 07/17/2015 7:30:56 AM PDT by verga (I might as well be playng chess with pigeons.)
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