Heil Dubya!
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In 17 days, I must appear in court, because I refused to supply
"identification" when trying to exchange tickets at Grand Central Station.
It's been a while since have seen comment on this outrageous attack on human
rights, so I resubmit my account of the incident. (It may not be as exciting
to those who love a "good" "sexual" issue, but I think it is as important to
human rights as the recent attempt by the U. S. Government to frame Alex
Sherzer, perhaps, a bit better known in the world of chess than am I.)
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When I was in the sixth grade, I had a teacher, Mrs. Wilson, who used to tell
us how wonderful it was to live in the United States. Her favorite reason was
that, while people had to carry identification at all times in other countries,
we could walk the streets with no identification at all and, as long as we were
peaceful, we were safe from governmental interference. Oh, well, tempus fugit.

Infringement of Human Rights and False Arrest in Grand Central Station

On Wednesday morning, 10 September, I went to New York, as I do almost every
Wednesday, to coach S. S., a dear friend, in chess. This is one of the small
pleasures of my life, particularly because my friend is 97 years old and keeps
alive in me the hope that I shall be as vital as she, if and when I reach my
98th year.

I planned to stop in Mount Vernon, on my way back, to visit another friend, so
I purchased three tickets at the Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA) station
in White Plains, where I live: one from White Plains to Grand Central Terminal;
one from Grand Central Terminal to Mount Vernon; and one from Mount Vernon to
White Plains. The charges were $4.00 for the first ticket, $3.50 for the
second ticket and $1.00 for the third ticket. (I am 75 years old, so pay
reduced fares, as a "senior citizen".)

As often is the case, I enjoyed myself so much at the home of S. S. that I left
it much later than originally intended. I called my Mount Vernon friend, who
found a late visit inconvenient, so we cancelled our appointment and arranged
another date and time to meet. As the saying goes, "No problem."

When I arrived at Grand Central Station, of course, I went to the ticket office
to exchange my two tickets (GCT to MV and MV to W, as they were designated on
the tickets) for a single ride to White Plains -- and a fifty cent refund.
There, the clerk asked me for identification.

"Why?" I asked. "Where is it written?"

I don't remember the exact response, but I do remember that my questions were
not answered. Instead, I was ordered to provide identification, if I wanted to
exchange my two tickets for one ticket and a fifty cent refund. Those were the
regulations, I was told, and they didn't have to show me where it was written.

I refused to provide the ordered identification.

The clerk told me to move on, if I wouldn't show identification. I refused to
do this, too, so we were at a brief impasse. This didn't last long, because
the clerk left her window to get a supervisor, who, when he arrived, supported
the clerk's position that identification was required, because those were the
regulations: no identification, no exchange of tickets and no refund. (He also
ignored the question about "where was it written.")

I refused again, so the supervisor repeated the injunction of the clerk: move
on. When I stood my ground at the ticket window, he summoned the MTA police.
I am of average size (five feet nine inches and 185 pounds), so only four
members of the force showed up. They wore badge numbers 2273, 2337, 2461 and
2480.

They tried to "reason" with me. Essentially, their points were that it wasn't
worth my trouble to refuse to show identification over a fifty cent refund;
that, were I to be arrested, it would be a terrible inconvenience for me and
that I would be put in jail, probably overnight, with felons and other
miscreants. (The former was their word, but I supply the latter.) Why not be
a good boy (None of them was old enough to be, normally, my child; I believe
all could have been my grandchildren.), show the identification and go home to
White Plains. I think they did achieve one goal; they got me away from the
ticket window.

After a brief discussion, we went our separate ways and I returned to the
ticket window where the quiet scene of five to ten minutes earlier was
repeated. This time, when the MTA police were called, only two showed up.
Apparently, they had met the enemy and decided that it was not imposing enough
for four officers. This time, there was little discussion. I was arrested and
brought to the MTA police station. It was an uncomfortable - but not
frightening -- experience. What I disliked most was being handcuffed behind my
back, with cuffs that were rather too tight (and left an impression on my skin,
which I noticed when they were removed).

In the police station, I was searched and had everything removed from my
pockets. My money was removed from its wallet and, after being counted, was
stuffed into my shirt pocket. Everything else was kept by the MTA police. I
believe the arresting officer intended to keep all my medications, but I
appealed to the sergeant on duty, who allowed me to have my nitroglycerine. I
was told to remove my shoes, which they kept, and locked up. Despite having my
identification, the arresting officer asked me several questions, to identify
me, such as name, address and date of birth. The poor man was most annoyed.
Here, he was, stuck arresting a 75-year-old eccentric, when, as he told me, he
was needed for more important duties, like "the war on terrorists". ("You are
taking us away from serious things, like 9-11" and other such words of
opprobrium, which I tuned out, after the first sentence,)

The sergeant who allowed me to keep my nitroglycerine, seemed to want to get
rid of this nuisance, so he asked me if I would go home quietly -- not return
to the ticket window -- if I received a ticket to White Plains and fifty cents.
I told him, "Of course. That's what I wanted from the beginning." He told me
he would see what he could do. About a half hour or a little more later, he
returned with the ticket to White Plains, the fifty cents and a summons to
answer a charge of "DISCON" at 314 W 54 St, Summons Part AR 6, on 15 October
2003. I plan to plead, "Not guilty", of course. I also plan to sue the MTA
for infringement of my human rights and for false arrest. (If anyone knows a
lawyer who is willing to take these cases on a pro bono basis, I would
appreciate a contact.)

("Dammittohell!" in my favorite exclamation of Nils's Uncle Chris. The 15th of
October is a Wednesday and I shall miss my date with S. S.)

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristalnacht or the date of the Reichstag fire?)

Fraternally,

Jerome Bibuld

gens una sumus

Heil Dubya!

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristalnacht or the date of the Reichstag fire?)

Jerry, what's with all this krypto-nazi krap, anyhow? Now, I know that
the main office of the National Socialist White People's Party used to
be near here, but they packed up and left town decades ago... What's
your excuse?

Since you asked for a look at your travail, I have to ask: if the
Storm Troopers, I mean, the flack catchers, had ever shown you "where
it was written," would you have complied -- or would you have found
another point of principle to haggle with them on? Aren't they
overworked and underpaid enough without your adding (gleefully) to
their grief? What's a working guy gotta do these days to catch a break
from you??

Rick

Dear Mr. Kennedy,

Heil Dubya!

Do you know me well enough to call me, "Jerry"? Or is it your cultured United
Statesian arrogance? I don't remember you at all.

As for the "krypto-nazi krap", I'll explain again what I have explained more
than once before.

In 1944, I enlisted in the U. S. Merchant Marine (I was too young for the
Army), to fight fascism. In those days, a "good" German citizen would start
all colloquies with "Heil Hitler!" (Hail Hitler!). I am a "good" U. S.
citizen; I pay my taxes and am not a member of the underground -- nor have I
tried to find one or organize one, blaming my age and poor health for my
failure to act as a "good" human, rather than as a "good" United Statesian. So
I begin all colloquies with, "Heil Dubya!" because "Dubya" is our fuhrer.

In 1944, the Nazi government had a slogan, "Heute Deutschland. Morgen die
ganze Welt!" (Today Germany. Tomorrow the entire world!) Our fascist leaders
have gone beyond Uhmuhrikkka (a variation -- including the initials of the Ku
Klux Klan, which is at the heart of our nation -- on the pronunciation of
America by our fuhrer) to Afghanistan and Iraq, so I include those two
countries in describing the current situation, while projecting a "good" U. S.
citizen's actions toward the future.

Then, the national anthem of Nazi Germany was "Deutschland, Deutschland uber
Alles!" (Germany, Germany over all else!) I don't think I have to explain the
second line of my usual closing further here.

Finally and parenthetically, I ask those among my compatriots who may be able
to think independently whether the attacks on the Twin Towers and Pentagon of
11 September 2001 -- which I have concluded were organized and implemented by
our own "leaders" -- should be compared to Kristalnacht, which was perpetrated
by the Nazi Party as the beginning of the formalized governmental attacks on
the Jewish People by the Nazi German government or the date of the Reichstag
fire -- also perpetrated by the Nazi Party government -- to use as an excuse to
formally implement the fascist state, as we normally recognize it.

As for the question of "Where is it written?" Of course, I wouldn't have
provided identification, if shown where it was written. (I merely knew they
wouldn't answer the question, because I have lived in the U. S. A. all my life
and fought various beaurocracies for more than 65 years.) I would not show
them identification, because one of the NECESSITIES of a fascist state is
making common citizens jump through hoops and I believe I can get away without
jumping though that particular hoop. If I get away with it and win a "federal
case", it's possible that NONE OF US will have to jump through THAT hoop. To
my mind it would be a blow, albeit a light blow, against our fascist rulers.
If I don't get away with it, one of my minor boasts is that I'm one of the few
persons who actually served (short) time during the "civil rights movement",
because I treasonably objected to Jim Crow -- In New York, by the way, NOT
Mississippi. (I hope they allow me to keep my nitroglycerine on my person.)

I won't bother to comment on your asinine question concerning "a working guy",
except to say that they "were only doing their duty". (I don't think you will
understand that last clause, but I may be wrong.)

Heil Dubya!

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristalnacht or the date of the Reichstag fire?)

Jerry, what's with all this krypto-nazi krap, anyhow? Now, I know that
the main office of the National Socialist White People's Party used to
be near here, but they packed up and left town decades ago... What's
your excuse?

Since you asked for a look at your travail, I have to ask: if the
Storm Troopers, I mean, the flack catchers, had ever shown you "where
it was written," would you have complied -- or would you have found
another point of principle to haggle with them on? Aren't they
overworked and underpaid enough without your adding (gleefully) to
their grief? What's a working guy gotta do these days to catch a break
from you??

Rick

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristalnacht or the date of the Reichstag fire?)

Fraternally,

MR. Bibuld, to you.

MR. Bilbuld,

Do you know me well enough to call me, "Jerry"?

Do you mean have I met you? Or do you mean have I read your postings
and writins? Or read about you? For years and years and years?

Or is this just another trick question, like "where is it written"?

I have no doubt you can do the "that depends on what 'is' means" thing
better than MR. Clinton, so I don't know if I "know" you well enough
to call you "Jerry." I will call you "MR. Bilbuld," as that seems to
be the name you request, and I've always believed that people have a
right to name themselves.

Or is it your cultured United Statesian arrogance?

MR. Bilbuld, do you know me well enough to call me that? Of course you
don't. For all you know, I could be some Alabama Bureau of
Investigation agent posing as a chessplayer. Yet that doesn't stop
you, does it? Speaking of arrogance...

By the way, you do get a no-prize for being the first person ever to
refer to me as "cultured." Were more than a hadful of people reading
these posts, you would find a large number of them - those who DO know
me - ROTFLTAO.

I would repeat myself and go into my belief that people have a right
to name themselves -- but your pre-emptive use of "United Statesian"
suggests that that would be a waste of keyboarding. You would
arrogantly and with prejudice continue to refer to me as a "United
Statesian."

I don't remember you at all.

That's ok, MR. Bilbuld. You wouldn't want to remember me. It's better
that way, for both of us. Besides, you don't NEED to remember me. You
ALREADY know, WITHOUT remembering, all you need or want to know about
me.

I begin all colloquies with, "Heil Dubya!" because "Dubya" is our fuhrer.

And you call me, arrogant, MR. Bilbuld? For the record, I "post."
Colloquy away, if you wish, though.

Next world conflict, get closer to the action. Dubya may be a slow,
manipulated rich kid who has brought his ineptitude from Texas to the
national stage, but he is not anywhere near being like Hitler, the
fuhrer. He is not the fuhrer of the U.S. He is not my fuhrer.

Since you use "our" in yoru reference,I suppose it is only fair -
how's that for lack of arrogance? - to let you claim him as YOUR
fuhrer if you want to, though. In this country, you DO have the right
to proclaim him as your fuhrer, and ought to continue to do so.

In 1944, the Nazi government had a slogan, "Heute Deutschland. Morgen die
ganze Welt!" (Today Germany. Tomorrow the entire world!)

1944. German. Gotcha, MR. Bilbuld. And today is? And we live where? Is
this nostalgia, or what??

Our fascist leaders

Not at all. Call 'em Republicrats. Call 'em idiots. Call 'em misguided
fools or crooks. They're not facists.

And, for the record, again, they're not MY "fascist leaders." Out of
deference to your use of "our", I will again support your right to
claim YOU have facist leaders.

have gone beyond Uhmuhrikkka (a variation -- including the initials of the Ku
Klux Klan, which is at the heart of our nation -- on the pronunciation of
America by our fuhrer)

Dream on. If you regularly salute a fuhrer, claim to be led by
facists, why should I be surprised, MR. Bilbuld, if you claim the
despicable KKK as the heart of YOUR - we've been through your use of
"our" enough, I don't need to repeat myself on this one, do I -
nation?

to Afghanistan and Iraq, so I include those two
countries in describing the current situation, while projecting a "good" U. S.
citizen's actions toward the future.

Shoot. I mean, do we have to go through that whole logical exercise
again about what a "good" bomb is? I mean, is a "good" bomb one that
blows up a whole lot of people and things? Or is a "good" bomb one
that refuses to blow up, and thereby hurts nobody? Your use of "
"good" " is tedious.

Especially since I have not supported the occupation of Afghanistan,
or Iraq; as well as the presence of U.S. troops in the Balkins and
another 120 or so countries...

Then, the national anthem of Nazi Germany was "Deutschland, Deutschland uber
Alles!" (Germany, Germany over all else!) I don't think I have to explain the
second line of my usual closing further here.

I don't think you have to explain what your words mean, MR. Bilbuld. I
am at a loss as to why they are so important to you, though.

I mean, if I were to sign every posting of mine, "it's the quicker
picker-upper," you would probably understand what I was referring to,
but you might wonder why I was constantly repeating it. Or do I
arrogantly impute too much, here?

Finally and parenthetically, I ask those among my compatriots who may be able
to think independently whether the attacks on the Twin Towers and Pentagon of
11 September 2001 -- which I have concluded were organized and implemented by
our own "leaders" -- should be compared to Kristalnacht, which was perpetrated
by the Nazi Party as the beginning of the formalized governmental attacks on
the Jewish People by the Nazi German government or the date of the Reichstag
fire -- also perpetrated by the Nazi Party government -- to use as an excuse to
formally implement the fascist state, as we normally recognize it.

Not WE, MR. Bilbuld. Etc.

Your conclusion wavers between delusion and wish-fulfillment, it would
appear. "Formalized governmental attacks." Oh! If only it were true!!

My disagreement with you has nothing to do with lacking independent
thought, mind you. I've thought it through, and argued it through with
my comrades. Doesn't fly.

As for the question of "Where is it written?" Of course, I wouldn't have
provided identification,

YEP.


If I get away with it and win a "federal
case", it's possible that NONE OF US will have to jump through THAT hoop.

And I'M the arrogant one?? You were hassling a bunch of low-paid
workers, MR. Bilbuld. In YOUR mind, perhaps, you were striking a blow
for freedom, but when the folks came home and soaked their feet at
night and kissed the kids goodnight, your were just another hassle in
a worker's long day.

To
my mind it would be a blow, albeit a light blow, against our fascist rulers.
If I don't get away with it, one of my minor boasts is that I'm one of the few
persons who actually served (short) time during the "civil rights movement",
because I treasonably objected to Jim Crow -- In New York, by the way, NOT
Mississippi. (I hope they allow me to keep my nitroglycerine on my person.)

!

I won't bother to comment on your asinine question concerning "a working guy",
except to say that they "were only doing their duty". (I don't think you will
understand that last clause, but I may be wrong.)

Thanks for the non-comment, MR. Bilbuld. Putting up with your
shenanigans, delusional as they were, was just an everyday thing for
those working people. Ho-hum. They've already likely forgotten you,
replaced by the next scofflaw. To compare their actions with those who
followed the real fuhrer's orders - and to do it with a straight face
as you did - is to reveal your true solidarity with the working people
of the world. Or, whatever.

Heil Dubya!

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristalnacht or the date of the Reichstag fire?)


Wow. It's enough to give up newsgroups.

Think hard, MR. Bilbuld. Think very hard... You met me -- when? And
when you meet me -- what do you want to do with me??

Rick

"Jerome Bibuld" wrote in message
...
Dear Mr. Kennedy,

Heil Dubya!

Do you know me well enough to call me, "Jerry"? Or is it your cultured
United
Statesian arrogance? I don't remember you at all.

As for the "krypto-nazi krap", I'll explain again what I have explained
more
than once before.

In 1944, I enlisted in the U. S. Merchant Marine (I was too young for the
Army), to fight fascism.

[Clip -- lots of quatsch]

Jerry,

It appears you were admirable in 1944. Why are you such a fool today?
--
Ian Burton
[Please Reply to Newsgroup]

On 29 Sep 2003 03:47:05 GMT, ospam (Jerome Bibuld)
wrote:

Dear Mr. Kennedy,

Why this bourgeois salutation? What has he done to endear himself to
you, to cause you to address him so affectionately?

And "Mr."? Why not "Citizen Kennedy: ", or "Comrade Kennedy: " or
"Brother Kennedy: ", or just a simple "Hey: ", depending on whatever
revolution you yearn for?

"Jerome Bibuld" wrote in message
...
Heil Dubya!

In 17 days, I must appear in court, because I refused to supply
"identification" when trying to exchange tickets at Grand Central Station.

Jerry,
In the interests of accuracy, I think you should state exactly what the
charge is on your citation. It isn't "refusal to show identification." I
assume it is something more along the lines of disturbing the peace.

Your case raises some interesting questions, albeit in a trivial setting.
Despite what you might think, this does not rise to the level of Rosa Parks'
refusal to do what she was ordered. (If you want to run a thought
experiment to test the validity of my assertion, consider what the
difference in effect would be between your winning your case as opposed
Parks winning her case, had she gone to trial using a defense based on the
14th Amendment. Your win would not mean a direct step toward freedom or
dignity for millions).

The first hurdle you will have to clear is to show that there was government
action involved in the MTA's refusal to give you a refund without ID. And
the government action of the arresting officers will not be sufficient, it
is the action of the clerk, an MTA employee, that is at issue. Is the MTA a
government agency? Techinically, it is described as public-benefit
corporation chartered by New York State. I can't say whether or not that
makes it a government agency for right of privacy purposes.

Assuming you are successful in showing that the MTA is a government actor,
your real test still awaits you. Absent discrimination (does the MTA only
ask for ID from overweight white chess photographers who are uninformed
about distinctions between fascism on the one hand and misapplication of
force on the other, or do they require it of all persons seeking refunds?)
you are basically going to have to show that the MTA had no legitimate
purpose in asking for ID, or no legitimate purpose that could not have been
fulfilled by less intrusive means. And assuming the absence of
discrimination, the MTA will have to make only the most minimal showing of
legitimacy in order to undercut your defense.

I note in passing that fascist regimes don't recognize the notion of
citizens' rights to the extent that it is even concevable that a municipal
court could find for a defendant on constitutional grounds. In the
imperfect republic in which you reside, such a finding is conceivable.

Anyway, good luck, I hope you win. And hope you can make it to the Norwalk
Quads. Since the next Quads are coming up on October 11, you will have a
chance to play before you have to serve your time in the pokey.

Best,
Bob Musicant

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When I was in the sixth grade, I had a teacher, Mrs. Wilson, who used to
tell
us how wonderful it was to live in the United States. Her favorite reason
was
that, while people had to carry identification at all times in other
countries,
we could walk the streets with no identification at all and, as long as we
were
peaceful, we were safe from governmental interference. Oh, well, tempus
fugit.

Infringement of Human Rights and False Arrest in Grand Central Station

On Wednesday morning, 10 September, I went to New York, as I do almost
every
Wednesday, to coach S. S., a dear friend, in chess. This is one of the
small
pleasures of my life, particularly because my friend is 97 years old and
keeps
alive in me the hope that I shall be as vital as she, if and when I reach
my
98th year.

I planned to stop in Mount Vernon, on my way back, to visit another
friend, so
I purchased three tickets at the Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA)
station
in White Plains, where I live: one from White Plains to Grand Central
Terminal;
one from Grand Central Terminal to Mount Vernon; and one from Mount Vernon
to
White Plains. The charges were $4.00 for the first ticket, $3.50 for the
second ticket and $1.00 for the third ticket. (I am 75 years old, so pay
reduced fares, as a "senior citizen".)

As often is the case, I enjoyed myself so much at the home of S. S. that I
left
it much later than originally intended. I called my Mount Vernon friend,
who
found a late visit inconvenient, so we cancelled our appointment and
arranged
another date and time to meet. As the saying goes, "No problem."

When I arrived at Grand Central Station, of course, I went to the ticket
office
to exchange my two tickets (GCT to MV and MV to W, as they were designated
on
the tickets) for a single ride to White Plains -- and a fifty cent refund.
There, the clerk asked me for identification.

"Why?" I asked. "Where is it written?"

I don't remember the exact response, but I do remember that my questions
were
not answered. Instead, I was ordered to provide identification, if I
wanted to
exchange my two tickets for one ticket and a fifty cent refund. Those
were the
regulations, I was told, and they didn't have to show me where it was
written.

I refused to provide the ordered identification.

The clerk told me to move on, if I wouldn't show identification. I
refused to
do this, too, so we were at a brief impasse. This didn't last long,
because
the clerk left her window to get a supervisor, who, when he arrived,
supported
the clerk's position that identification was required, because those were
the
regulations: no identification, no exchange of tickets and no refund. (He
also
ignored the question about "where was it written.")

I refused again, so the supervisor repeated the injunction of the clerk:
move
on. When I stood my ground at the ticket window, he summoned the MTA
police.
I am of average size (five feet nine inches and 185 pounds), so only four
members of the force showed up. They wore badge numbers 2273, 2337, 2461
and
2480.

They tried to "reason" with me. Essentially, their points were that it
wasn't
worth my trouble to refuse to show identification over a fifty cent
refund;
that, were I to be arrested, it would be a terrible inconvenience for me
and
that I would be put in jail, probably overnight, with felons and other
miscreants. (The former was their word, but I supply the latter.) Why
not be
a good boy (None of them was old enough to be, normally, my child; I
believe
all could have been my grandchildren.), show the identification and go
home to
White Plains. I think they did achieve one goal; they got me away from
the
ticket window.

After a brief discussion, we went our separate ways and I returned to the
ticket window where the quiet scene of five to ten minutes earlier was
repeated. This time, when the MTA police were called, only two showed up.
Apparently, they had met the enemy and decided that it was not imposing
enough
for four officers. This time, there was little discussion. I was
arrested and
brought to the MTA police station. It was an uncomfortable - but not
frightening -- experience. What I disliked most was being handcuffed
behind my
back, with cuffs that were rather too tight (and left an impression on my
skin,
which I noticed when they were removed).

In the police station, I was searched and had everything removed from my
pockets. My money was removed from its wallet and, after being counted,
was
stuffed into my shirt pocket. Everything else was kept by the MTA police.
I
believe the arresting officer intended to keep all my medications, but I
appealed to the sergeant on duty, who allowed me to have my
nitroglycerine. I
was told to remove my shoes, which they kept, and locked up. Despite
having my
identification, the arresting officer asked me several questions, to
identify
me, such as name, address and date of birth. The poor man was most
annoyed.
Here, he was, stuck arresting a 75-year-old eccentric, when, as he told
me, he
was needed for more important duties, like "the war on terrorists". ("You
are
taking us away from serious things, like 9-11" and other such words of
opprobrium, which I tuned out, after the first sentence,)

The sergeant who allowed me to keep my nitroglycerine, seemed to want to
get
rid of this nuisance, so he asked me if I would go home quietly -- not
return
to the ticket window -- if I received a ticket to White Plains and fifty
cents.
I told him, "Of course. That's what I wanted from the beginning." He
told me
he would see what he could do. About a half hour or a little more later,
he
returned with the ticket to White Plains, the fifty cents and a summons to
answer a charge of "DISCON" at 314 W 54 St, Summons Part AR 6, on 15
October
2003. I plan to plead, "Not guilty", of course. I also plan to sue the
MTA
for infringement of my human rights and for false arrest. (If anyone
knows a
lawyer who is willing to take these cases on a pro bono basis, I would
appreciate a contact.)

("Dammittohell!" in my favorite exclamation of Nils's Uncle Chris. The
15th of
October is a Wednesday and I shall miss my date with S. S.)

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristalnacht or the date of the Reichstag fire?)

Fraternally,

Jerome Bibuld

gens una sumus

"richard kennedy" wrote in message
m...
MR. Bilbuld,

Do you know me well enough to call me, "Jerry"?

Do you mean have I met you? Or do you mean have I read your postings
and writins? Or read about you? For years and years and years?

Or is this just another trick question, like "where is it written"?

I have no doubt you can do the "that depends on what 'is' means" thing
better than MR. Clinton, so I don't know if I "know" you well enough
to call you "Jerry." I will call you "MR. Bilbuld," as that seems to
be the name you request, and I've always believed that people have a
right to name themselves.

Or is it your cultured United Statesian arrogance?

MR. Bilbuld, do you know me well enough to call me that? Of course you
don't. For all you know, I could be some Alabama Bureau of
Investigation agent posing as a chessplayer. Yet that doesn't stop
you, does it? Speaking of arrogance...

By the way, you do get a no-prize for being the first person ever to
refer to me as "cultured." Were more than a hadful of people reading
these posts, you would find a large number of them - those who DO know
me - ROTFLTAO.

I would repeat myself and go into my belief that people have a right
to name themselves -- but your pre-emptive use of "United Statesian"
suggests that that would be a waste of keyboarding. You would
arrogantly and with prejudice continue to refer to me as a "United
Statesian."

I don't remember you at all.

That's ok, MR. Bilbuld. You wouldn't want to remember me. It's better
that way, for both of us. Besides, you don't NEED to remember me. You
ALREADY know, WITHOUT remembering, all you need or want to know about
me.

I begin all colloquies with, "Heil Dubya!" because "Dubya" is our
fuhrer.

And you call me, arrogant, MR. Bilbuld? For the record, I "post."
Colloquy away, if you wish, though.

Next world conflict, get closer to the action. Dubya may be a slow,
manipulated rich kid who has brought his ineptitude from Texas to the
national stage, but he is not anywhere near being like Hitler, the
fuhrer. He is not the fuhrer of the U.S. He is not my fuhrer.

Since you use "our" in yoru reference,I suppose it is only fair -
how's that for lack of arrogance? - to let you claim him as YOUR
fuhrer if you want to, though. In this country, you DO have the right
to proclaim him as your fuhrer, and ought to continue to do so.

In 1944, the Nazi government had a slogan, "Heute Deutschland. Morgen
die
ganze Welt!" (Today Germany. Tomorrow the entire world!)

1944. German. Gotcha, MR. Bilbuld. And today is? And we live where? Is
this nostalgia, or what??

Our fascist leaders

Not at all. Call 'em Republicrats. Call 'em idiots. Call 'em misguided
fools or crooks. They're not facists.

And, for the record, again, they're not MY "fascist leaders." Out of
deference to your use of "our", I will again support your right to
claim YOU have facist leaders.

have gone beyond Uhmuhrikkka (a variation -- including the initials of
the Ku
Klux Klan, which is at the heart of our nation -- on the pronunciation
of
America by our fuhrer)

Dream on. If you regularly salute a fuhrer, claim to be led by
facists, why should I be surprised, MR. Bilbuld, if you claim the
despicable KKK as the heart of YOUR - we've been through your use of
"our" enough, I don't need to repeat myself on this one, do I -
nation?

to Afghanistan and Iraq, so I include those two
countries in describing the current situation, while projecting a "good"
U. S.
citizen's actions toward the future.

Shoot. I mean, do we have to go through that whole logical exercise
again about what a "good" bomb is? I mean, is a "good" bomb one that
blows up a whole lot of people and things? Or is a "good" bomb one
that refuses to blow up, and thereby hurts nobody? Your use of "
"good" " is tedious.

Especially since I have not supported the occupation of Afghanistan,
or Iraq; as well as the presence of U.S. troops in the Balkins and
another 120 or so countries...

Then, the national anthem of Nazi Germany was "Deutschland, Deutschland
uber
Alles!" (Germany, Germany over all else!) I don't think I have to
explain the
second line of my usual closing further here.

I don't think you have to explain what your words mean, MR. Bilbuld. I
am at a loss as to why they are so important to you, though.

I mean, if I were to sign every posting of mine, "it's the quicker
picker-upper," you would probably understand what I was referring to,
but you might wonder why I was constantly repeating it. Or do I
arrogantly impute too much, here?

Finally and parenthetically, I ask those among my compatriots who may be
able
to think independently whether the attacks on the Twin Towers and
Pentagon of
11 September 2001 -- which I have concluded were organized and
implemented by
our own "leaders" -- should be compared to Kristalnacht, which was
perpetrated
by the Nazi Party as the beginning of the formalized governmental
attacks on
the Jewish People by the Nazi German government or the date of the
Reichstag
fire -- also perpetrated by the Nazi Party government -- to use as an
excuse to
formally implement the fascist state, as we normally recognize it.

Not WE, MR. Bilbuld. Etc.

Your conclusion wavers between delusion and wish-fulfillment, it would
appear. "Formalized governmental attacks." Oh! If only it were true!!

My disagreement with you has nothing to do with lacking independent
thought, mind you. I've thought it through, and argued it through with
my comrades. Doesn't fly.

As for the question of "Where is it written?" Of course, I wouldn't
have
provided identification,

YEP.


If I get away with it and win a "federal
case", it's possible that NONE OF US will have to jump through THAT
hoop.

And I'M the arrogant one?? You were hassling a bunch of low-paid
workers, MR. Bilbuld. In YOUR mind, perhaps, you were striking a blow
for freedom, but when the folks came home and soaked their feet at
night and kissed the kids goodnight, your were just another hassle in
a worker's long day.

To
my mind it would be a blow, albeit a light blow, against our fascist
rulers.
If I don't get away with it, one of my minor boasts is that I'm one of
the few
persons who actually served (short) time during the "civil rights
movement",
because I treasonably objected to Jim Crow -- In New York, by the way,
NOT
Mississippi. (I hope they allow me to keep my nitroglycerine on my
person.)

!

I won't bother to comment on your asinine question concerning "a working
guy",
except to say that they "were only doing their duty". (I don't think
you will
understand that last clause, but I may be wrong.)

Thanks for the non-comment, MR. Bilbuld. Putting up with your
shenanigans, delusional as they were, was just an everyday thing for
those working people. Ho-hum. They've already likely forgotten you,
replaced by the next scofflaw. To compare their actions with those who
followed the real fuhrer's orders - and to do it with a straight face
as you did - is to reveal your true solidarity with the working people
of the world. Or, whatever.

Heil Dubya!

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristalnacht or the date of the Reichstag
fire?)


Wow. It's enough to give up newsgroups.

Think hard, MR. Bilbuld. Think very hard... You met me -- when? And
when you meet me -- what do you want to do with me??

Rick

Welcome to RGCM, Rick. I like you already.



Regards,

Matt

One has to wonder if appearing in court will be the end of it.

"PJDBAD" wrote in message
...
One has to wonder if appearing in court will be the end of it.

Of course not. The fool may be asked for identification. He'll disturb the
peace again.
--
Ian Burton
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