Dänk 42Ø
12/19/2012 6:40:00 PM
On 12/18/2012 05:27 PM, Matt wrote:
> BroilJAB <DesignDenier@wmconnect.com> wrote in news:47152e46-fe4d-454a-
> ac8b-3d2de1f6a486@u13g2000vbc.googlegroups.com:
>
>> Obama: Use This Tragedy to Take Bill of Rights
>> Already Obama has pardoned thousands of Black
>> killers, rapists like threw the woman under the train.
>> Now, he is on record "We will use school shooting
>> to take away the Bill of Rights."
>>
>> If you do not now own a magnum pistol, buy one.
>> Use it for Bill of Rights self-defense solely.
>>
>
> In fact, we are using this crisis to round all of you up and have you put
> into camps.
>
> That knock on your door is us.
People like you were what the Framers had in mind when they wrote
the 2nd Amendment.
I prefer to live in an imperfect but free society rather than the
perfect socialist utopia you advocate where Big Shepherd keeps his
sheep safely confined in pens and keeps them well-fed until they are
ready to be slaughtered. People are free, sheep are not. Sheep
are unarmed.
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'Boxer has fallen! He is lying on his side and can't get up!'
'It is my lung,' said Boxer in a weak voice. 'It does not matter. I
think you will be able to finish the windmill without me. There is a
pretty good store of stone accumulated. I had only another month to go
in any case. To tell you the truth I had been looking forward to my
retirement. And perhaps, as Benjamin is growing old too, they will let
him retire at the same time and be a companion to me.'
For the next two days Boxer remained in his stall. ... Boxer professed
not to be sorry for what had happened. If he made a good recovery he
might expect to live another three years, and he looked forward to the
peaceful days that he would spend in the corner of the big pasture.
It was in the middle of the day when the van came to take him away.
'Quick, quick! Come at once! They're taking Boxer away!' The animals
crowded round the van. 'Good-bye, Boxer!' they chorused, 'good-bye!'
'Fools! Fools!' shouted Benjamin, prancing round them and stamping the
earth with his small hoofs. 'Fools! Do you not see what is written on
the side of that van?'
That gave the animals pause, and there was a hush. Muriel began to
spell out the words. But Benjamin pushed her aside and in the midst of
a deadly silence he read: '"Alfred Simmonds, Horse Slaughterer and
Glue Boiler, Willingdon. Dealer in Hides and Bone-Meal. Kennels
Supplied." Do you not understand what that means? They are taking
Boxer to the knacker's!'
'Boxer!' cried Clover in a terrible voice. 'Boxer! Get out! Get out
quickly! They are taking you to your death!'
On the day appointed for the [memorial] banquet a grocer's van drove
up from Willingdon and delivered a large wooden crate at the farmhouse.
That night there was the sound of uproarious singing, which was
followed by what sounded like a violent quarrel and ended at about
eleven o'clock with a tremendous crash of glass. No one stirred in the
farmhouse before noon on the following day. And the word went round
that from somewhere or other the pigs had acquired the money to buy
themselves another case of whisky.
-- 1984