I Was Only Following Orders.

nevver:

Dead at 86, James Garner

beautifulwarbirds:

P-40 of the Flying Tigers.

beautifulwarbirds:

P-40 of the Flying Tigers.

butmuhgains:

alibertarianreality:

lo-yoter:

Finally someone got this right. Thank you.

Now that’s what I like to see. The denouncing of radical terrorists!

I hope this is real, looks shopped tho
Especially looking at the sign right behind her.

butmuhgains:

alibertarianreality:

lo-yoter:

Finally someone got this right. Thank you.

Now that’s what I like to see. The denouncing of radical terrorists!

I hope this is real, looks shopped tho

Especially looking at the sign right behind her.

blazepress:

Loaded Coal Train Cars in Norfolk, VA

blazepress:

Loaded Coal Train Cars in Norfolk, VA

It’s the religion of peace, ya know.

It’s the religion of peace, ya know.

'69 Coupe

'69 Coupe

thatonegunblog:

Hawk 982: Budget Slug Gun

thatonegunblog:

Hawk 982: Budget Slug Gun

henriquev8:

GOOD TRIP

henriquev8:

GOOD TRIP

the-forward-observer:

Land of the Free? SWAT Team’s Botched ‘No Knock’ Raid Leaves 2-Year-Old Boy With A Hole In His Chest
 Outside of Atlanta, the Habersham County Sheriffs Department received a tip that a man had a small amount of drugs, so they obtained a warrant to search the house he was suspected of living in.
What happened next is every parent’s nightmare. From Salon:
After our house burned down in Wisconsin a few months ago, my husband and I packed our four young kids and all our belongings into a gold minivan and drove to my sister-in-law’s place, just outside of Atlanta. On the back windshield, we pasted six stick figures: a dad, a mom, three young girls, and one baby boy.
That minivan was sitting in the front driveway of my sister-in-law’s place the night a SWAT team broke in, looking for a small amount of drugs they thought my husband’s nephew had. Some of my kids’ toys were in the front yard, but the officers claimed they had no way of knowing children might be present. Our whole family was sleeping in the same room, one bed for us, one for the girls, and a crib.
After the SWAT team broke down the door, they threw a flashbang grenade inside. It landed in my son’s crib.
The flashbang grenade severely burned “Baby Bou Bou,” which is the nickname for two year old Bounkham Phonesavanh. Three weeks after this attack, Baby Bou Bou is still fighting for his life in a medically- induced coma in an Atlanta hospital, with severe burns and a hole in his chest that makes his ribs visible.
As for the husband’s nephew that the police were searching for, he doesn’t even live at this house.
If police officers cannot do their jobs without acting like Rambo, perhaps police work isn’t for them. Being a police officer is an inherently dangerous job, and in a free society, innocent, law-abiding Americans should not have to live in fear of SWAT teams breaking into their homes in the middle of the night.
Obviously, not all policemen use excessive force; not even the majority do. But the job of the police is to protect citizens, not to assault ones who aren’t posing a violent threat to others. Suspected drug possession isn’t cause to do midnight knocks and place innocent civilians at harm – including children.
This could’ve happened to any family in America, yet it’s certainly not something you’d expect to see in a country called the “land of the free.”
I’m getting real tire of this know knock warrant shit.

These fuckers are not on our side anymore, if they ever were.

the-forward-observer:

Land of the Free? SWAT Team’s Botched ‘No Knock’ Raid Leaves 2-Year-Old Boy With A Hole In His Chest


Outside of Atlanta, the Habersham County Sheriffs Department received a tip that a man had a small amount of drugs, so they obtained a warrant to search the house he was suspected of living in.

What happened next is every parent’s nightmare. From Salon:

After our house burned down in Wisconsin a few months ago, my husband and I packed our four young kids and all our belongings into a gold minivan and drove to my sister-in-law’s place, just outside of Atlanta. On the back windshield, we pasted six stick figures: a dad, a mom, three young girls, and one baby boy.

That minivan was sitting in the front driveway of my sister-in-law’s place the night a SWAT team broke in, looking for a small amount of drugs they thought my husband’s nephew had. Some of my kids’ toys were in the front yard, but the officers claimed they had no way of knowing children might be present. Our whole family was sleeping in the same room, one bed for us, one for the girls, and a crib.

After the SWAT team broke down the door, they threw a flashbang grenade inside. It landed in my son’s crib.

The flashbang grenade severely burned “Baby Bou Bou,” which is the nickname for two year old Bounkham Phonesavanh. Three weeks after this attack, Baby Bou Bou is still fighting for his life in a medically- induced coma in an Atlanta hospital, with severe burns and a hole in his chest that makes his ribs visible.

As for the husband’s nephew that the police were searching for, he doesn’t even live at this house.

If police officers cannot do their jobs without acting like Rambo, perhaps police work isn’t for them. Being a police officer is an inherently dangerous job, and in a free society, innocent, law-abiding Americans should not have to live in fear of SWAT teams breaking into their homes in the middle of the night.

Obviously, not all policemen use excessive force; not even the majority do. But the job of the police is to protect citizens, not to assault ones who aren’t posing a violent threat to others. Suspected drug possession isn’t cause to do midnight knocks and place innocent civilians at harm – including children.

This could’ve happened to any family in America, yet it’s certainly not something you’d expect to see in a country called the “land of the free.”

I’m getting real tire of this know knock warrant shit.

These fuckers are not on our side anymore, if they ever were.