FDNY firefighters nab man who sucker-punched elderly woman
“Motive for assault unclear.”
As my sainted mother would say, “Yeah right.”
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Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Gerard Van der Leun
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Good work FDNY! Glad they were at the firehouse and not on a call.
Hope the person attacked is OK; hope this vermin gets what he deserves ( unlikely in De Blasio’s town.
What these evil feral bastards fail to realize is that the police are protecting them from the righteous wrath of decent people who want to see this uncivil behavior properly punished
Daniel Biggs, eighteen prior arrests.
And Bill Di Blasio will have Biggs back out on the street faster than you can click up another website.
“Allegedly” is an oft overused description as well, especially when video evidence exists.
18 priors? Is that a lot?
Yep, catch-and-release as usual in NYC: from the linked article, “[the perp] was arraigned the following day and ordered held on $20,000, but was released without bail after a return court appearance four days later, court records show.”
At some point the vigilantes take over, and guys like Biggs just disappear. Usually that didn’t turn out so well in the past, and the vigilantes were a net negative.
She was walking down the street looking at her phone. I won’t do that walking through my little town. In a city, my head is on a swivel and situational awareness is turned all the way up.
The NYFD may be a higher caliber of individuals than the NYPD.
When the goons from the top (Mayor) down are in control, best get out while you are still able to. The cowardice captured on video is sickening. From 200 plus pound goons on bicycles to cops in military battle gear who do nothing but drink coffee and donuts it appears the big cities are a total failure. Bad idea when subcultures are allowed into the nation.
F**k diversity. Who in their right mind would dilute a glass of superb wine with urine.
The problem here is that the gov’t thugs with their monopoly on force got involved. That street thug of african descent will be back out on the skreet in a couple hours (18 priors).
What should have happened is 2 fit white boys take that savage down with multiple severe disfiguring and disabling-debilitating compound injuries. Turn that metropolis born, gov’t raised, repeat criminal into a thing that nobody wants to look at, and that will quickly collapse into itself and die.
When people start to get serious about this stuff it will disappear, and yes, getting serious with it is in your future. I mean, how else do you expect it to be eradicated?
I have a dream . . . .
There is a squadron of C-130s at Minneapple International. It’s an Air Force Reserve wing. One sees them practicing formation flying at airdrop altitudes.
Minneapolis police will tell you there is about 80 people who generate about half the violent crime in Minneapolis. The police know exactly who these 80 are. It’s family and gang related, multigenerational. (note: we have an increasing problem with groups of violent Somali teens also. I guess our magic dirt didn’t work on them).
I see some unmarked vans. The vans allow a group of well trained people to drop on and snatch one of the 80. The van then drives to the AFR base on the north side of the airport and drops off a well-restrained, hooded person.
After dark, a C-130 takes off for a training flight over Lake Superior. The flight path will take them over the deeper portions of the lake. Now here there’s a option: each passenger could be harnessed in a parachute. However, those passengers, being hooded and restrained, fail to make the very critical act of hooking their static line to the aircraft. Thus, when the passenger begins his drop to the lake, his parachute does not activate. When he hits the water, the weight of the parachute pack takes him down very quickly (assuming he survived the impact with the lake).
Or, one could just throw them off the rear ramp. This would save on parachutes.
I think it would take about 30 mysterious disappearances before the word got around that life in Minneapolis was no longer paradise.
Did this Democrat (NYC afterall) not understand that elections have consequences?
I’ve run out of sympathy for white liberals. you vote for scum, you get to live in the cesspool.
If I was the king, he’d have been hung by his lousy f’ing neck within minutes of his capture and left as a reminder.
Gordon, I believe you’re advocating the Pinochet solution to Commie malfeasance.
‘Cept he used choppers.
Other than that, I like the way you think!
Has anyone else noticed that most of the females protesting for BLM (raiding, rampaging, etc.) are way over weight? The white men are skinny (probably raised by single moms). Just wondering . . .
Given the display of heart by these firefighters, and the sleaziness of the prosecutorial system that released the perp after a day or so, the day will come -maybe it’s already here- when people just prefer for stories like this to never make it to the reporters. I am looking for the widespread failure of CCTV systems as a leading indicator that people have reached their saturation point.
I don’t think perps like this will be killed. I think they’ll have every bone in their body broken to remove them as an active threat to society and make them a full-time burden for somebody else to get sick of.
I’d love to see if those FDNY guys got in a couple of extra digs on that creep. They know the score, and they do not tolerate BS.
Anne,
Have you noticed (Andy Ngo photos) that pretty much all of the Antifa types look mentally ill?
And all of the non-Antifa violent protesters are felons?
Casey, do you remember pictures of the shoe bomber after they dragged him off the plane? He looked like he’d gone three minutes with Mike Tyson. We need a bit more of that.
Tribute to the “Pinochet Solution” (from Steppenwolf’s “God Damn The Pusher”
You know I quote lot of Marx
Oh Lord, taught about Engels
But I never said nothing (Uh huh)
Bout how Guevarra would kill
You know I saw a lot of Comrades falling round
With tombstones in their eyes
Aah, but Pinochet dont care
If you live or if you die
God damn .. uh huh .. Pinochet
I said God damn; GOD famn Pinochet man
You know Guevarra, Guevarra is a man
With a love of Castro in his head
Aaah, but Pinochet is a monster
Good God, hes not a Gramscian man
GUEVARRA .. on a poster
Will sell you a Marxist pipe dream
Aww, but Pinochet will install a junta
Oh Lord, he’ll put your commie ass in a sling
Goddan, Aha, Pinochet
I said goddam, GOD damn .. Pinochet
(Cue sound of another “Air Commie Drop” flight taking off)
Workin’ with you, CML. Night and day, CML. Night and day.
“At some point the vigilantes take over, and guys like Biggs just disappear. Usually that didn’t turn out so well in the past, and the vigilantes were a net negative.”
True Vigilante-ism has never been actually tried.
True Vigilante-ism has never been tried, and if it’s tried just one more time it will definitely work this time.
Unfortunately, he’ll be back on the street the next day thanks to DeBlasio’s catch and release policy- 18 priors, right, ready for 19 and 20?
Wait for it. BLM will call this an attempted lynching. Can’t have a gang of strong white men chasing down black men who sucker-punch old ladies. This is NOT the Jim Crow South after all.
I didn’t just pull that out of my descending colon the other day, Gerard. I did that parody 20 months ago on a Thepeoplescube thread about Pinochet’s helicopter solution. Check out Oleg’s contribution to the threat. I do believe he still harbors no small amount of hostility to Communist regimes and would be regime-usurpers. Really funny stuff
https://thepeoplescube.com/peoples-karaoke/commie-helicopter-ride-i-thought-communists-could-fly-t20449.html
Oh yes…. Grammy Award for
“Well, we don’t know that you can’t fly
Why don’t you come with me Stalinist
On a Helicopter flight
We don’t know if you have wings
Since that you told your schemes to me
Open doors and we’ll set you free
Loose your ties now
Look outside now
Let’s see if you can fly”
A civilized society that valued social unity and harmony would string this animal up from the nearest tree and then dose him with gasoline.