Clearly, if any citizen had done what Trump did, inciting a riot, jail would be at hand and bail would be denied. The Republican apologist and “pragmatist” of every ilk are hypocritical … at best … and supporters of lawlessness and violence without accountability.
The ex-citizens who engaged in the cowardly and illegal acts of insurrection must be charged with the felonies committed, sentenced and forfeit not only their passports, but privilege of “right to vote.” That would, of course, include Trump himself. Impeachment by the House of Representatives should be followed, immediately, by conviction of the indictment. Alternatively, if no indictment then the Senate must vote on Censure, with sanctions.
Trump must be Impeached! His access to campaign funds already raised exceeding $100 million must be barred. The money should be forfeited and reverted to the U.S. Treasury as compensation for Covid 19 expenses (and to reduce the record deficits that are the direct consequence of his acts and omissions).
He knew (by his own admissions) that Covid was more dangerous than he published and advocated and intentionally misrepresented (his motives are no defense and are irrelevant). In doing so he committed at least Gross Negligence, Recklessness (or Gross Recklessness) — resulting in personal harm, injury and death of others.
For crimes or personal injury from violation of a right, there MUST be a remedy. Otherwise, you do not have a system based on law.
It is that concept, idea and precept upon which the fiction of United States of America is invoked as a matter of fact.
Really, the word idiotic should never be used figuratively. But, there are those who believe speaking English is synonymous with knowing the difference between shit and shinola.
Witness, if you want, the current dissent against wearing face masks to prevent or attenuate the transmission of Covid-19. Are the dissenters the same people who cry for their right to carry a machine gun to church and their local bar, the imposition of a law to wear a safety helmet if you ride a motorcycle or to buckle up and wear a seat belt if you ride or drive in a vehicle?
Yes! We have heard it before. Only this time it has to do with public health. And, believe it or not, the cost of protecting others and one’s self is trivial, compared to the cost of treating one person for the disease. It’s not difficult, as when brain surgery is required. Yet, those opposers emotionally demonstrate they are simply idiotic, if not idiots outright. Apparently, it matters not whether the person has a penis or vigina.
Charlie: The name Charlie is a boy’s name of English origin meaning “free man”. Charlie derives, of course, from the classic name Charles which, in turn, comes from a German word meaning “free man.”
Estus: It seems to me that the name for estus flasks could be derived from the Greek word “εστία” – “Estea” which translates to hearth as in hearth fire, so the estus flask is a little part of the bonfire, that is pretty much the only warm and welcoming thing in this game.
Ezell: English: of unknown origin. The name was well established in the Carolinas by the mid 18th century. In one branch of the family the name was changed to Israel; this is a derivative, not the origin. Americanized form (under French influence) of German Esel, a nickname from Middle High German esel ‘donkey’. (cchannel’s opinion: i add that African descendants who were made illiterate slaves and their offspring, who heard and knew Bible verses named children “Ezel” – which was an probably is the illiterate pronunciation of the name Ezekiel, aurally and orally). Ezekiel is a masculine Hebrew language name, meaning “God’s Strength.” It can be used as both a given name and a surname.
Channel: A channel is a passageway, a means of access for a thing, a communication, or an idea. Think of a channel as sort of a tunnel or a funnel that moves something directly through. The noun channel can be used for many such avenues.
Junior: The name Junior is a Latin Baby Names baby name. In Latin Baby Names the meaning of the name Junior is: Younger. Used in the United States to distinguish a son from his father, when both bear the same name.
That is my name, given at birth: November 16, 1944 – in the midst of World War 2. Charlie Estus Ezell Channel, Jr. I’ve never seen the need or had the urge to change it.
In the stream of time, we are on the edge. In context begin in the Book of Daniel. See Chapter 39 and 39. “THEY WILL HAVE TO KNOW THAT I AM JEHOVAH”, -> Revelation Chapter 6.
True Confessions from the Hacker-Time Bloggersphere.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Three years ago, I was on assignment. My job was to monitor traffic. Specifically, “A-1’s” communication on Twitter. A-1 is the code name that identifies “Ass-Hole-Number-One.” He likes the designation. He doesn’t know what the word “mnemonic” means. He can’t read.
My bosses face reddened. He jumped up. He lifted his right hand and rolled his eyes to the ceiling flinging his coffee mug, shattering shards of fragments off the white board back towards the front of the table. I ducked and put my hand over my face.
“What in the name of democracy is happening? He’s a god damned mother-fuckin’-cock-sukin’ idiot!” he bellowed.
“He tweeted it, boss.”
I really wasn’t sure.
“He sent the doomsday code word out in plan text, in a fuckin’ Tweet? You’re telling me he Tweeted? Cov … Tweeted????? When in the fuck did that happen?”
I handed Matt the transcript. The date-time stamp was a few minutes after midnight.
“I guess he wasn’t fuckin’, Boss.”
“Don’t say anything. Don’t blink. Don’t move. Don’t react. Don’t breath it … Don’t ever even think about that word again, ever … never!” Matt scowled. “There’s too much shit going on right now and there’s bound to be other shit and more shit after that and with so much shit on top of shit and shit going on, and this shit … and … “
“Shit!” He exploded, stomped out of the conference room, slamming the door, muttering. “He’s fuckin’ idiot! A god-damned fuckin’ idiot!!!”
“Toilette paper,” I whispered under my breath. “I guess I better go buy some … “