Just discovered this guy. Right wing meme-maker, political artist, and shit lord extraordinaire. I posted some of his images in the meme thread. He also has a blog.
This blog post is pretty good:
Had you told me one day the Secret Service would come knocking on my door would I have been surprised, probably not, but the way it happened was something out of a odd movie.
Lucky for me, earlier that day, a “friend” invited me out to lunch to discuss an organization she was hoping to start up so I wasn’t home when these two agents showed up to pay me a visit. Believe it or not they left a hang card on the door informing me of their visit. I shit you not, one of the agents was named “Don Johnson.”
What to do? What to do?
Of coarse I was nervous, who would’t be? Dot people shit themselves when this happens? Well I refused to let this scare me. I truly believe that our government should fear us not the other way around and when we find the situation to be reversed then that is the time to be scared. What had I done wrong, I wondered. All I do is put up posters, piss off the occasional politician, nothing big. So why be scared? There hang tag read somethings bout identity theft.
I gave the number on the card a call, a transfer or two later I got Agent Johnson on the line. I joked and asked him if he drove a Ferrari and lived on a boat with an alligator. He half laughter and told me that that was another Don Johnson. We set a time to met the next day. Luckly for me that gave me time to set up. My next call was to the Hollywood Reporter to see if I could get someone to watch my back and cover their visit.
Now see I could have coward and cried the way most people would’ve. I could have gotten a suit ready and practiced on my “yes sir,” “no sir” lines,” but I didn’t. Instead I got an idea.
Rule #1: “Every single time an opportunity presents itself to make waves, TAKE IT!!!” So I developed this plan to wallpaper my apartment with the word “OSWALD, OSWALD, OSWALD” from floor to ceiling in 2000 point text or something crazy like that. ? I perch my AR rifle against one of the OSWALD walls. I swear it looked like a piece of art all by itself. I’d insist they interview me from the outside while I worked on Obama toilet seats. This is a lesson I learned from my neighbor who did shady shit. It didn’t matter how hopped up on drugs she was she was always conscious enough to never let the police in without a warrant. I had more power or rights inside my own house than stepping outside with them. They weren’t coming in without a warrant of some kind. . . .
http://unsavoryagents.com/?p=3727
This blog post is pretty good:
Had you told me one day the Secret Service would come knocking on my door would I have been surprised, probably not, but the way it happened was something out of a odd movie.
Lucky for me, earlier that day, a “friend” invited me out to lunch to discuss an organization she was hoping to start up so I wasn’t home when these two agents showed up to pay me a visit. Believe it or not they left a hang card on the door informing me of their visit. I shit you not, one of the agents was named “Don Johnson.”
What to do? What to do?
Of coarse I was nervous, who would’t be? Dot people shit themselves when this happens? Well I refused to let this scare me. I truly believe that our government should fear us not the other way around and when we find the situation to be reversed then that is the time to be scared. What had I done wrong, I wondered. All I do is put up posters, piss off the occasional politician, nothing big. So why be scared? There hang tag read somethings bout identity theft.
I gave the number on the card a call, a transfer or two later I got Agent Johnson on the line. I joked and asked him if he drove a Ferrari and lived on a boat with an alligator. He half laughter and told me that that was another Don Johnson. We set a time to met the next day. Luckly for me that gave me time to set up. My next call was to the Hollywood Reporter to see if I could get someone to watch my back and cover their visit.
Now see I could have coward and cried the way most people would’ve. I could have gotten a suit ready and practiced on my “yes sir,” “no sir” lines,” but I didn’t. Instead I got an idea.
Rule #1: “Every single time an opportunity presents itself to make waves, TAKE IT!!!” So I developed this plan to wallpaper my apartment with the word “OSWALD, OSWALD, OSWALD” from floor to ceiling in 2000 point text or something crazy like that. ? I perch my AR rifle against one of the OSWALD walls. I swear it looked like a piece of art all by itself. I’d insist they interview me from the outside while I worked on Obama toilet seats. This is a lesson I learned from my neighbor who did shady shit. It didn’t matter how hopped up on drugs she was she was always conscious enough to never let the police in without a warrant. I had more power or rights inside my own house than stepping outside with them. They weren’t coming in without a warrant of some kind. . . .
http://unsavoryagents.com/?p=3727
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