Hunt for Impartial Judge for 20 Twin Peaks Biker Examining Trials Continues [Waco]

Breitbart Texas ^ | July 29, 2015 | Lana Shadwick

[don-o]

The hunt is on for an impartial judge to hear 20 Twin Peaks biker examining trials. The administrative judge for the Waco region has asked a Travis County judge to hear the trials.

This comes after one of the judges was found to be biased by a fellow judge after a hearing on a motion to remove him. The other justice of the peace is accused of saying she is biased.

The Waco Tribune-Herald has reported that the administrative judge of the Third Judicial Region, Judge Billy Ray Stubblefield, said he is waiting to hear from the Travis County judge.

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In addition to his motion to remove Judge Peterson, Clint Broden filed a complaint with the State Commission on Judicial Conduct alleging that the JP violated the judicial canons of ethics in how presided over the biker cases.

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[TexasGator]

” you come in with your pathetic attempts to deflect from this by attacking bikers and the FReepers who have legitimate concerns about misuse of Governmental powers.”

If you go back and look at my post it was not an attack on bikers nor an attack on any Freepers. It was adding facts to a persons opinion.

[TexasGator]

“the FReepers who have legitimate concerns about misuse of Governmental powers.”

I have no problems with those that are concerned about the misuse of governmental powers.

I do have a problem with those that are biker gang fanbots.

[TexasGator]

“Do you lick the boots of BATF agents in addition to the boots worn by your favored SWAT teams? You sure seem to worship the leather guys.”

LOL! I thought the MC dudes were the leather guys ...

[Ethan Clive Osgoode]

Uh,

DONATE TO THE CRIMINAL GANG RELIEF FUND.

Criminal gangs need your help!

YOUR DONATION CAN STOP THE HATE.

[Osage Orange]

Aren't you the guy that flat out lied...a while back about being here in '06...??

Oh, right THAT was you.

TG...you've no cred here.

If you want....I can pull up all those posts...and re-post here on this thread..so this new crop of FReeper's on this thread can see just what/who you are.

[House Atreides]

” you come in with your pathetic attempts to deflect from this by attacking bikers and the FReepers who have legitimate concerns about misuse of Governmental powers.”

If you go back and look at my post it was not an attack on bikers nor an attack on any Freepers. It was adding facts to a persons opinion.
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I went back and reviewed the 28 posts you had ON THIS THREAD ALONE and you were all about attacking bikers and FReepers who question the Waco/Obama regime actions in this Waco FIASCO. Of your 28 posts (and counting) in this thread you had ZERO that were concerned with the struggles the locals are having with finding an HONEST, non-Corrupt and non-involved local justice to handle the cases involved in this FIASCO in an impartial manner.

Deflect from Obama government corruption much?

[Ethan Clive Osgoode]

The mature “pretty girl” avoids such men like the plague.

Some girls are attracted to serial killers like Ramirez or Manson. The child-killer and vampire Peter Kurten got many marriage proposals and hundreds of letters from adoring fans. Same goes for the attraction to gang members. The male nutriders are just male versions of those girls. Of course these people are not normal and they should see a psychiatrist.

[House Atreides]

“...I do have a problem with those that are biker gang fanbots.”
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You can call us “fanbots” all you want. That won’t make it true and it’s clear who and what you (and several other of your Troll buddies) are. I think that Osage Orange has your number in post 85 above.

[X-spurt]

That’s because your butthurt meter is too close to your “buddies” who are bending over, grabbing their ankles for the poor ol bikers.

[Robert Teesdale]

Re: your post 73

Maybe she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Maybe she's borne him children, and stuck with him through thick and thin, and been a loving partner and trustworthy wife through sorrow and joy, success and failure, and makes him feel like the happiest and luckiest man on earth.

That looks like a real kiss, as far as I'm concerned. Don't knock it. Love is important in this world.

[AMDG&BVMH]

no

[Robert Teesdale]

Good morning!

Today's scheduled programming includes not just a glimpse at the sordid sensual depravity of the wild side, but a closer look at these ball peen-bearing savages of the American outlaw frontier - and the terror they strike into the hearts of good and decent citizens across the land! We'll take a look at what drives these crazy chopper hooligans of the highways, and hear directly from a good girl gone bad, right from the the back of a throbbing high speed motorcycle! Join us today as our correspondent hosts a no-holds-barred flame war between the forces of good - and the mesmerizing bad boys of chrome!

Let's take a look at a few things here. Levity aside, there are a lot of conflicting ideas about bikers, about motorcycle clubs, about the reactions different people have to different archetypes, and about their place in the American milieu. Bikers are a subculture in the American scene, and in many ways they serve as a reservoir for the broader ideological underpinning of the nation. (More on that a little further down.)

Those who have been on these Waco threads generally come for the articles; some stay for the flame wars; some return because they take delight in trolling. Personally, (in addition to the pure amusement of engaging in debate) I find that there's a real importance in identifying disparate elements, disparate reservoirs, of this deep and violent American spirit, tying it together in the confluence of intelligence and vision under recognition of parallel passion for a common purpose.

That's a fancy way of saying that in this really scary time of crumbling country, there's a couple places we can find some fearsome tools and rough men ready to wield them. Because the nation's worth saving, and America's worth keeping, and by God I think we all know the rest of the human race is pretty well damned if we blow this Great Experiment and leave them without a shining city on a hill to look to.

So I am going to post a rather worthless and time consuming $.02 for consideration here. Your mileage may not only vary, but ideologically I may not even manage to leave your driveway. But this is my take.

Facts and feelings about national collapse

Let's talk about collapse for a moment. What is it? "Ah, that's when everything falls down." Yes, quite true. But what is collapse, when we look at it? How do we recognize it? Is there something we can point to in order to say, "Yes, this is a clear indisputable fact, we're collapsing?" Because things take time, until they no longer need time. A useful way to understand something is to inhabit the perspective of not a theoretical expert, but that of a seasoned practitioner.

For example, I believe I will find more real world utility in the forex predictions of George Soros than I will in Paul Krugman. Why? Because George Soros has spent a lifetime actually engaged in the market, rather than a lifetime analyzing it. And his net worth demonstrates the accuracy of his strategy. We will leave aside, for the purposes of this post, concerns with the moral freight or personal rectitude of our example practitioners. Their goodness or badness isn't the point, just the demonstrated success of their strategies.

Back to collapse. What is it? Who knows collapse? Personally I think that Shinmen Musashi communicated the highest, and most grounded, perspective on collapse:

Everything can collapse. Houses, bodies, and enemies collapse when their rhythm becomes deranged.

The rhythm of America has indeed become deranged. Disordered, as you will. We can go back and forth all day long about whether the Davidian seige or Ruby Ridge or the Twin Peaks tragedy or our ludicrous, appalling national debt or the Bonus Army or a Muslim president or gay facism or Hillary or Ms. Jenner or any particular item is the tipping or turning or motivational point.

It doesn't matter.

We can all feel the derangement of rhythm, the disorder, the accelerating speed with which we are now approaching impact. It's a very challenging thing to articulate, the collapse of nations. When it comes to actual sword work, the facing off of one man against another with a three foot razor blade, this perception of rhythm is not an intellectual one. It's not a mind exercise, a process of thought - it's an organism response, a blending of the full triparte of body, spirit, and mind. There is no thought; there is no analysis; there is simply response, true and seamless, and life goes on. Or doesn't.

Much like riding a motorcycle.

In this case what I'm speaking of is the survival of not the corporate United States, but the American dream of freedom and the right to pursuit of life, liberty and happiness despite the machinations, injuries and warfare of enemies both foreign and domestic.

I am verbose. It's a failing of mine. Here is perhaps a more concise summary of the point I'm trying to make about collapse:

America's past the point of risk, and into the process of crash. There's that moment, in a motor vehicle accident, when you realize what is going to happen you know and there's not time for fear but you know it's unpreventable and oh God it's not stoppable and there's no time to brace and you love your family and God please is this it please let me still be here on the other side -

And maybe you throw a useless arm in front of your child in the seat next to you. And maybe you make it, and maybe you don't. If you're reading this, you're still here, despite whatever moment of impact you had.

The nation feels to me like that moment. I stand by that. We're no longer in the might we crash stage; we're hydroplaning at top speed and it doesn't matter why. Who was driving? Obama, Bush, Honey Boo Boo - irrelevant.

What's next?

Well, impact of course.

Are we going to make it?

Shrug. What do you think? I do know that the enemies of the land, those that hate and gloat and plot and chitter over the carcasses of the vulnerable, now crouch with malevolent delight and impatient rapture at the prospect of lunging, eviscerating, gulping the entrails of liberty and sucking down with mad laughter the immolation of humanity's best hope. God, they're so excited. All of them, rampant and proud and so confident of success whether they are chain-exploding the heads of kneeling kufrs in the hot deserts of Syria or leading paroxysmal, grandiose armies of public scorn and literal bankruptcy against people by whom imaginary pizzas that weren't made.

Are you ready to fight back in the aftermath of the wreck? To defend love, having survived the initial crash, and literally fire shots in anger and kill human beings? To organize revolutionary cells in the shadow of the police state, to learn the tradecraft of resistance and the bitter needs of State toppling and embody the coldness needed to make hard decisions?

I don't think so. That's not condemnation or criticism. I am not ready to start issuing kill orders and garroting aldermen and giving speeches under a black banner, having spit on my hands and readied a Mencken knife.

But I suspect something. As a matter of fact, I know something. And I believe all of us know it too, and suspect we aren't alone.

We're thinking about it.

Ultimately, thinking and theorizing and posting and speaking and haranguing and pontificating either gives way to action, or it doesn't. Things take time, until they don't. Going from the 1967 to #romaniantermlimits was a long process, until it was sudden. Those of you who remember the Soviet Union will remember how fast the behemoth fell apart. Unimaginable two years before, suddenly the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics... just wasn't there any more.

It was just... over.

What's the point I made earlier about reservoirs? Well, reservoirs of will and culture either become fuller, and spill out from the banks, or they become pockets and eradicated. So as I mentioned earlier, it's appropriate for those who want to pick up the pieces after the crash - to figure out now where those reservoirs are.

I'm so sorry about the country. I don't think it's dead, nor the dream of human freedom. That dream won't ever die, as it's tied to the very nature of our existence.

But we're in the fast-crumpling-hood-against-the-wall stage, not the Wolfian awkward stage. The time to shoot the bastards isn't during the impact. It's in the post-impact melee of first responders.

I'd simply say, find your friends now. Pick your reservoirs. Doesn't have to be those which supply combatants; we'll need all sorts.

But even if you are not interested in war, war is interested in you.

Don't go into it with a whistle and a hope.

The America in the passenger seat next to you needs more than a pointless, last minute forearm to keep her safe. With apologies to Ethan Clide, Darwin really did get one thing right. The lines that survive are those that most readily adapt.
BR> Adapt readiness.

Be ready.

Have allies.

#GetTalking. Maybe Pajama Boy had that part right. Respect to all.

[TexasGator]

” went back and reviewed the 28 posts you had ON THIS THREAD ALONE and you were all about attacking bikers and FReepers who question the Waco/Obama regime actions in this Waco FIASCO. “

If you go back, you will see that the personal attacks came at me first.

[TexasGator]

“I went back and reviewed the 28 posts you had ON THIS THREAD ALONE and you were all about attacking bikers and FReepers who question the Waco/Obama regime actions in this Waco FIASCO. “

I notice that you did not cite a single one ... perhaps because you cant!

[TexasGator]

“Maybe she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Maybe she’s borne him children, and stuck with him through thick and thin, and been a loving partner and trustworthy wife through sorrow and joy, success and failure, and makes him feel like the happiest and luckiest man on earth.”

Then why did he feel a need to go get a bike and join the Cossacks and go to a breastaurant on a Sunday afternoon and get shot in the head ... dead.

[Robert Teesdale]

Then why did he feel a need to go get a bike and join the Cossacks and go to a breastaurant on a Sunday afternoon and get shot in the head ... dead.

So you could crow and jig over his corpse.

[TexasGator]

He can’t be all bad. He took his son with him.

Well, not exactly. His son survived the shootout ... maybe thanks to the cops their that stopped the mass gang war.

[Robert Teesdale]

He can’t be all bad. He took his son with him.

That is a despicable thing to say.

Well, not exactly. His son survived the shootout ... maybe thanks to the cops their that stopped the mass gang war.

Did you wake up on the nasty side of the bed?

[TexasGator]

“That is a despicable thing to say.”

It was a despicable act.

[TexasGator]

“Did you wake up on the nasty side of the bed? “

No. Just reacting to the criminal biker gang fanbot posts here.