(Just the DU name makes me laugh...)
Police violence against Occupy movement gets less visible but more extreme
Anyone who thinks we're still dealing with a system of legitimate authority hasn't been paying attention.
(Same tired BS)
A few weeks ago I was with a few companions from Occupy Wall Street in Union Square when an old friend — I’ll call her Eileen — passed through, her hand in a cast. . . .(Looking to score some weed...)
“Oh, this?” she held it up. “I was in Liberty Park on the 17th . When the cops were pushing us out the park, one of them yanked at my breast. . . . Yeah so I screamed at the guy, I said, ‘you grabbed my boob! what are you, some kind of fucking pervert?’ So they took me behind the lines and broke my wrists.” (Yeah, sure they did missy.)
Actually, she quickly clarified, only one wrist was literally broken.(So she lied even in a Bouncy)
She proceeded to launch into a careful, well-nigh clinical blow-by-blow description (it's called rehearsed, scripted...)
of what had happened. An experienced activist, (dirtbag loser)
she knew to go limp when police seized her, and how to do nothing that could possibly be described as resisting arrest. Police dragged her, partly by the hair, (Yes. Me caveman police, you bad! Me HULK!!!!)
behind their lines and threw her to the ground, periodically shouting “stop resisting!” as she shouted back “I’m not resisting!” (She was probably screaming...What's the frequency...but I digress)
At one point though, she said, she did tell them her glasses had fallen to the sidewalk next to her, and announced she was going to reach over to retrieve them. (HA!!! Foolish move hippie!!!)
That apparently gave them all the excuse they needed. One seized her right arm and bent her wrist backwards in what she said appeared to be some kind of marshal-arts move, (ahhh yes, super secret ninja cops!!!)
leaving it not broken, but seriously damaged. “I don’t know exactly what they did to my left wrist—at that point I was too busy screaming at the top of my lungs in pain. But they broke it. After that they put me in plastic cuffs, as tightly as they possibly could, and wouldn’t loosen them for at least an hour no matter how loud I screamed or how much the other prisoners begged them to help me. For a while everyone in the arrest van was chanting ‘take them off, take them off’ but they just ignored them…” . . .(And then they got out the branding iron...but that is a tale for another time...)
The message here is clear. (It sure is!! DUmmies you need to brush up on your Bouncy Ball tales. This stuff lately has just been pathetic!!!!)
Law has nothing to do with it. Anyone who engages in Occupy Wall Street-related activity should know they can be arrested, for virtually any reason, at any time.
Many of these arrests are carried out in such a way to guarantee physical injury. (Excellent! I can't wait till the RNC convention in Tampa!!!!)
The tone was set on that first night of March 17, when my friend Eileen’s wrists (that's wrist stupid, as in one. Christ, can't you keep the story straight long enough to type it and didn't you proof it???)
were broken; others suffered broken fingers, concussions, and broken ribs. Again, this was on a night where OWS actions were confined to sitting in a park, playing music, raising one or two tents, and marching down the street.