Ah, we finally find the core of your 'reasoning'. Like all good fascists, you demonize your opponents to 'sub-human' states, at which the various legal protections -- including those in the Bill of Rights and even the right to life -- no longer exist. The Nazis branded Jews as sub-human. The Soviets branded Kulaks as sub-human. Cambodia, Viet Nam, Rwanda -- the list goes on and on.
You indeed are more than just a cop-worshipper, you are a murderous fascist.
Outlaw biker gangs and their members are vile, hideous people. I would still, however, insist that they are afforded all constitutional protections. Constitutional rights cannot be applied to only one group, and not another, or we are not a Republic.
I *KNEW* if I talked to you long enough, I would expose the inner tyrant in you.
“Outlaw biker gangs and their members are vile, hideous people. I would still, however, insist that they are afforded all constitutional protections.”
No problem with that. But since you are not a biker I will not ask you to explain why all the legitimate bikers pay tribute to them.
That is my discussion. Don’t throw red herrings at it.
Isn't that what you've been doing, with your chit-chat about lead paint and all that?
“Outlaw biker gangs and their members are vile, hideous people. I would still, however, insist that they are afforded all constitutional protections. Constitutional rights cannot be applied to only one group, and not another, or we are not a Republic.
I *KNEW* if I talked to you long enough, I would expose the inner tyrant in you. “ - LZ
I saw that coming too, and was about to make a less eloquent response. I guess TG thinks he, or perhaps the AG get to decide which American citizens are worthy of constitutional protections. The 1% has a nice ring to it. Other commie tyrants used the same approach with OWS.
I am glad he did not got to 13.5%, because I have a bicycle, and once wore a jacket with patches on it to a restaurant where pretty waitresses served beer and wings. There were bikers present, and I had a folding knife in my pocket.
- phew, close call.