August 1, 2018
The police saw how well the Charlottesville method worked on the Alt-Right, so they applied it to the Alt-Right’s secret Fascist organization within the Deep State.
Portland, Oregon, police refused to respond to at least two 911 emergency calls from U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) employees inside their offices where violent protesters held week-long demonstrations.
The National Immigration and Customs Enforcement Council, a union representing ICE employees, wrote a cease-and-desist letter to Mayor Ted Wheeler, asking him to ensure the police enforce the law equally and protect innocent people.
“Your current policy forbidding Portland law enforcement agencies from assisting employees of the Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency who request law enforcement assistance while at or away from work is a violation of the United States Constitution’s Equal Protection Clause,” the letter says.
“We understand that you have a difference of opinion with the current President of the United States, and some of his policies, but we fail to see why targeting the employees of ICE and leaving them vulnerable to violence, harassment and even death furthers a legitimate government interest,” their lawyer, Sean Riddell, says in the letter. “Your policy has created a zone of terror and lawlessness.”
“We ask that you end your policy of not responding to calls for police services from ICE employees immediately,” the ICE union pleads in the letter to the mayor. “We would like to avoid federal litigation, but we are prepared to protect our membership and their families.”
Portland police did not immediately respond to a request for comment.
This is pretty serious.
Libshit West Coast cities are basically in open revolt.
And they’re using the tried and true Charlottesville strategy on ICE agents.
They sic Antifa on their enemies, refuse to help and then the police punishes anyone who tries to defend themselves.
This is 4th gen. police warfare. You may have heard of this state of affairs referred to as “Anarcho-tyranny,” but I think that the term “4th Generation Policing” or something sounds more specific and unique.
It also gets you thinking that the police is the enemy. Just by dint of you using war terminology in relation to them. Because people automatically understand that the police and them are naturally antagonistic to one another. You can sugar-coat it, but short of you having a militia filled with cousins and extended cousins, the police force is essentially a bunch of low-IQ, mentally-ill strangers who can legally kill you if they’re having a bad day.
It’s not a conspiracy theory. This is just the nature of things.
You have to literally be the “Authoritarian Personality” to just blindly worship these people.
And I get it, I really do. If you’re an inner Hajnal line White, you’ll never actually admit what I’m saying, because it’s a bit too…impolite. Instead, you’ll talk about how the police are heroes and great members of the community and all that crap. And on some level, it’s a solid strategy, I think, or at least it was at one point.
You try to get the police integrated in the community by offering carrots and acting like you’re on the same team. I’m no sperg – I realize that politeness and over-the-top displays of gratitude and solidarity are an effective appeasement strategy in many cases. Sometime the chieftain of the village has no choice, and has to pretend to welcome the occupier with open arms to spare bloodshed or something.
However, I think that this is a short term strategy. It has outlived its usefulness because the police basically doesn’t fear the people anymore. Worse, they’re basically all indoctrinated at this point. Remember, these are unstable, low-IQ individuals that on some level want to hurt others or themselves.
Also, they are increasingly non-White. This photo is from the man-hunt for the Tsarnaev’s in Boston (Boston is still 50% white, but whites don’t represent 50% of their police force).
Short side-story: I was in an American international airport about a year ago. This one Boomer with thinning White hair and ruddy red skin stood in front of me for the TSA screening. There wasn’t a single White TSA agent at the checkpoint.
And the Boomer is having a hard time getting through. The full body scan has revealed something. He chuckles haplessly. He’s sent through the metal detector. Nothing. Through the body scanner again. He’s grinning from ear to ear now. And then the fat sheeboon starts using the wand.
Still no good. The Boomer keeps chuckling. He looks over my way and gives a guilty shrug. While he’s still T-posing, a second sheboon comes over to frisk him down. His body sways slightly as he tries to keep his balance from the thorough pat down.
“Put yo’ shoes on,” the sheboon finally waves him through.
He slips into his tasseled loafers, thanks the officer and shuffles along on his way.
Now, I get what he was trying to do. You try to endear yourself to the police in a White society, hoping that you can get past the badge and the uniform and get the guy to chill the fuck out by being as nice and compliant as possible.
Solid strategy when you’re dealing with people that can theoretically empathize with you. But I don’t think it works on diverse TSA agents.
Just like the whole, “we respect the work you do, officers, here’s some money for your retirement fund, yes, that’s correct, that’s my address and number, so, you know, if I call you up on the ol’ 911, don’t ignore my call and don’t come forty minutes later, please” strategy doesn’t work anymore either.
Furthermore, the po-po is filled with people who decided at some point to be a different breed of cop. Not like those corrupt, racist and old-fashioned cops that they grew up hearing about in the jewspapers and on TV shows.
They were going to empathize with the poor inner-city youths, they were going to reach dees keeds and get them to turn dey life ’round. Or maybe, they got back from the Middle East and didn’t know what else to do with dey own life.
When they failed to be supercop, they got bitter, and years of dealing with ghetto blacks coarsened them, made them jaded and faded and robotic.
You look at the odometer and you see that the needle is 7 miles north of the limit…
And now Robocop has finally got that transfer to the White suburb he’s been asking for. Your White suburb. And it’s your window he’s rapping his knuckle on. And it’s you he’s addressing like a “civvy” haji that he used to stop and search in Iraq, or a ghetto black trying to hide the drug stash that’s stinking up his car.
He’s got one hand on the pommel of his handgun and he’s adopted a power stance while you shuffle around for your registration in the glove box, trying to keep your hands visible.
The “sir” he uses to punctuate his sentences jars you. The term of respect is said with contempt and through tight lips, gritted teeth and a stony face looming down over you, hidden by black shades even though it is an overcast day.
Sure, you’ve been speeding, but so has everyone, and now you settle in for the half-hour wait as he fiddles around, putting your information into his computer.
You await your final verdict with trepidation and then you hear his door pop open and the faint, but unmistakable sound of boots crunching over the gravel. As he’s sauntering back over to you, his hand strays back to the pommel of his handgun as he approaches your window.
He almost spits it out at you before he begins his interrogation.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“You were speeding, sir.”
And on it goes for a few minutes. You wondered for a brief moment whether it was possible to talk this guy out of a ticket and a fine, but there is no doubt in your mind now. You stop trying to reason with the guy and play dumb instead. You turtle up and turn your mind off as you deliberately slow down the pace of the interrogation.
“Oh…mhmm…oh sure, I understand…yea ok.”
You’ve gotten a ticket. It’s one hundred and fifty bucks.
But you would have paid far more to not have to deal with that power-tripping bastard that just pulled away ahead of you. And you start wondering if “Blue Lives” really matter as much as people say.