this video is incredible but also troubling at the same time. Incredible that we have this technology and abilities. Troubling that if we were ever to have to rebel against our own government this is what we would be facing.
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I drove down the street tonight. About a 1/4 mile from my house was a large “Construction ahead” type of sign. It looked like this.

It alternated between this and a phone number for witnesses to call with any information. Tomorrow it will have been a week and I don’t think the police have anything. If they do they are certainly disguising it well.

I saw the police car, or rather it’s blur, fly past my house yesterday while I was home for lunch. Lights and siren whaling. I thought, “Hmm he’s in a hurry. Must be a bad wreck.” A little over an hour later I returned to work and something was wrong. There were a lot of people in the office. I asked what the party was and received scowls. Only a few minutes earlier One of our employees had answered the phone and was called away by the State Police. You see her sister and brother-in-law, had been murdered only half a mile from my house. I called my wife at this point as she would be heading home from her job, and I told her to lock the doors and load the pistol. When she later left for her other job which would only take an hour and a half, she wisely took our teen-age girls with her. Last night I slept with the loaded pistol on my beside table. When I woke this morning I looked and saw that I had laid it on top of my bible. “Hmm.” I thought to myself “We sure aren’t Obama people are we?”

Today I had soup for lunch, split pea with Ham to be exact. I followed it up with the last piece of apple pie. Both were good. When I was done I went to put the other half of the soup away (one can makes two servings) and There next to it was the aluminum foil which had been covering the now empty pie pan. I looked at the foil, it was relatively clean. I shrugged and reformed it to fit the top of the soup pot to store it in the fridge and instantly realized I had become my grandmother. Grandma was raising small children during the depression and developed the habit of never throwing anything away that might possibly have a use in the future. She, notoriously, had a drawer in her kitchen which was full of, I kid you not, used aluminum foil and plastic wrap which she would wash off, neatly fold and reuse, no one knows how many times. We finally got her to quit doing that a few years before she passed away pointing out that she had… a pretty large sum of money in the bank in her “rainy day” savings. “Eva,” my step father told her “you’re 90 years old, how many rainy days do you think you are going to have to get through?” I still put the old foil on the soup.