What’s that cliché, about the right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing? Yep.
From Harper’s Weekly Review:
[A] suspect in the largest jewelry heist in U.S. history escaped prosecution because federal authorities deported him to Ecuador without notifying prosecutors.
From Harper’s Weekly Review:
In Texas, two ranchers dove into a freezing lake to save a cow; in Minnesota, a woman broke her neck and back after a Highland cow mauled her at her daughter’s wedding; in Lucknow, India, a woman and her lover attempted, for a second time, to frame her husband for cow slaughter by planting ten kilos of beef outside his business; and Austrian researchers documented that cows use tools to scratch themselves.
How much more can we take, watching our countrypeople brutalized, kidnapped and killed?
I don’t know what to do with myself when I see these videos, see and read about the monstrosities. I explode emotionally and physically. I want immediate action, I want to see this faceless mob brought down, I want their masks torn off. Now.
Do the masters of ICE realize the absurd costumes they layer on make them look like the orcs in Lord of the Rings? Because they do. They are orcs who’ve emerged from their mud-pit chrysalis.
Today, I had another thought which I’m sure I share with millions of my countrymen: I want these creatures thoroughly investigated and then grabbed, cuffed and shackled, arraigned, indicted and put on trial. A Nuremberg trial, for all of these traitors, these monsters, these thugs.
Where should we have this war criminal trial? Thanks to Perplexity, I just found the perfect venue.
This is Nuremberg. Nuremberg, Pennsylvania. It’s a small, rural community with a population of maybe fewer than 400 people, almost all of whom are white. There’s an American Legion branch for community events and Jacie’s Midway Bar, a casual social hub with bar games, cocktails, and late-night food.
There are no hotels to speak of — the town floats in the middle of nowhere, somewhere vaguely in between maybe Scranton, maybe Harrisburg, maybe Allentown — but other towns near Nuremberg have accommodations, some of which are in the resort category. Golf, anyone?
On weekends visitors can explore the Pennsylvania Anthracite Miner’s Memorial honoring local mining history, and nearby Jackson Mansion in Berwick, a preserved historical home, offering tours of fascinating architecture and artifacts. (“Fascinating” was not my word choice. I pulled it out of travel advisory verbiage.)
There are expansive open farm fields — but, per usual, I’ve been stymied trying to paste in a photo of those fields so you’ll have to accept my observation that there’s plenty of land on which to throw up a concentration detainment camp big enough to accommodate the defendants from ICE, DHS, CBP, DOJ and WH.
I know I know: I’m looking too far forward. But it makes me feel better, imagining videos from our Nuremberg camp, as defendants (some in shackles) grasp the chain-link fencing and yell their complaints about the water. And the toilets.
