http://www.infowars.com/?p=1303&cp=4
Where we have Jesse Jackson describing King’s last moments:
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“I was coming across the parking lot and he said ‘Jesse - you don’t have on a tie’. I said the prerequisite for eating was an appetite, not a tie! He said I was crazy and laughed.
“Then he looked at the guy who was with me, (the musician) Ben Branch, and he said ‘Ben be sure to play my favorite song tonight - Precious Lord’. And then the bullet hit him in the neck and he was killed instantly.”
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“I was coming across the parking lot and he said ‘Jesse - you don’t have on a tie’. I said the prerequisite for eating was an appetite, not a tie! He said I was crazy and laughed.
“Then he looked at the guy who was with me, (the musician) Ben Branch, and he said ‘Ben be sure to play my favorite song tonight - Precious Lord’. And then the bullet hit him in the neck and he was killed instantly.”
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For some reason it made me think of another story I had read some time back, about a suicidal woman who killed three engineers from Shure, the microphone company, while they were on their lunch break:
Three Killed In Woman's Suicide Attempt
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SKOKIE (AP) ― A woman who told authorities she "wanted to end it all" was charged with first-degree murder and aggravated battery after she allegedly caused a high-speed crash that killed three Chicago men out on their lunch break.
Bond was denied Friday for Jeannette Sliwinski, 23, of Morton Grove, who allegedly told investigators that she had been in a fight with her mother before the crash and wanted to take her own life.
Police said Sliwinski was driving at least 70 mph and had run three red lights when her car rammed a car carrying the men at an intersection in this northern Chicago suburb early Thursday afternoon.
The victims were identified as Michael Dahlquist, 39, John Glick, 35, and Douglas Meis, 29, all of Chicago. The three men worked together at Shure Inc., a Niles-based audio equipment manufacturer, and they also were musicians, playing in several rock bands.
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Concerning the King story: I didn’t remember the details of the assassination, I probably knew them once but forgot them. That he was only 39 years old! For God’s sakes he was younger than me! And that his last moment was one of utter humanity. He jokes with a buddy that the buddy looks like he is too much of a slob to go into a restaurant. How many of us have made similar quips? Then he turns to the musician and tells him what song he wants to hear. He is lining up his simple human pleasures, first he’s going to eat, then he’s going to listen to his favorite song. This makes him happy.
But it shows that he’s human, that he doesn’t display his revolutionary side all the time. I imagine that he realizes that the revolutionary business is just what he does most, but not all, of the time. He, too, needs to take time off from being the great historic figure, and to just relax and indulge himself, in both simple pleasures, and perhaps in excesses. In this he shows himself to be a real person, not a sanitized god figure.
And then, after finishing his simple thought about what song he wants to hear while he eats, he is struck down.
The second story I first heard about some months ago when the woman went to trial, and it really affected me, because I knew I could have been one of those guys, if my number had come up. I, too, am an engineer, I, too, am a musician, I, too, go out with my engineer buddies to some crappy food court for lunch. On the way to our stupid lunch we talk about silly trivial things, while inside each of us is processing the same simple thoughts like, ‘What shall I eat for lunch? Let’s see, Burlington Mall food court… my choices are Indian, that Japanese place, the crepe [is that “crayp,” or is it “crepp”?] place, the Cajun…‘
And then they find themselves stopped at the wrong intersection, because they left work ten seconds too soon or twenty seconds too late, and they end up dead.
In both cases, the ends came quickly and unexpectedly and pointlessly. And yet what preceded the ends was so different. I do not mean to offend the families of the poor Shure engineers in any way; I did not know any of these people. But these men didn’t make a real mark on the world until they met their unfortunate ends. [And even then, their story appears mostly in the “offbeat news” or “odd news” sections of the internet news roundups; the incredible lack of respect for human life that this editorial stance reveals is the topic for another day.]
Given the mutual similarity in my background and theirs, I feel I cannot but project my thoughts and feelings onto them. I am imagine they were probably like me, smart, read enough to know something about how the world really works, pissed off, but SILENT, never revealing any divergence from the plan of your masters, the elites. And then after 20 years of quiet, salary-drawing, you get crushed on the way to the Food Court by a suicidal Polish model. And then you’re the subject of the offbeat news.
And how did King live the same years of his adulthood, up until he was middle-aged? He stood up and he told the elites, ‘I’m a man! I am not afraid of you! You are evil! I am on the side of right!’’ And they arrested him over and over again. Then they tried to buy his silence by giving him the Peace Prize. ‘Oh, King, can’t you just coast from now on? We’ll be sure you get lucrative speaking contracts from now till the day you die!’
King says to that, ‘Screw that! I’m not done yet! Now I’m gonna really scare you! I’m going to lead a strike of GARBAGEMEN, white and black, who are trying to get a decent wage! What I did for the black people, I am now going to do for the poor people everywhere!’ That’s what really scared the elites, and they killed him for it.
Both moments of death were identical and equally pointless, and yet the times that led up to them were so different. Again, I am projecting, but if I were in the car with my buddies I believe I couldn’t help but feel, once I realized what was happening, a sense of regret, that, had I known it would end so stupidly and prematurely, I would have done more, and spoke out more. King tried to speak out throughout his life.
Of course, one could argue that by making the choices he did King accelerated his own demise. This is probably true. But none of us know the time of our ends. King could have chosen a quiet life of a pastor tending his own congregation, and not making a big noise about the injustice he saw. But then how do we know that he wasn’t destined to be hit by a bus at age 40 anyway?
We must all live life as fully as we can, and as bravely as we can, always. Only in that way can we avoid regret when our time is up.
Three Killed In Woman's Suicide Attempt
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SKOKIE (AP) ― A woman who told authorities she "wanted to end it all" was charged with first-degree murder and aggravated battery after she allegedly caused a high-speed crash that killed three Chicago men out on their lunch break.
Bond was denied Friday for Jeannette Sliwinski, 23, of Morton Grove, who allegedly told investigators that she had been in a fight with her mother before the crash and wanted to take her own life.
Police said Sliwinski was driving at least 70 mph and had run three red lights when her car rammed a car carrying the men at an intersection in this northern Chicago suburb early Thursday afternoon.
The victims were identified as Michael Dahlquist, 39, John Glick, 35, and Douglas Meis, 29, all of Chicago. The three men worked together at Shure Inc., a Niles-based audio equipment manufacturer, and they also were musicians, playing in several rock bands.
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Concerning the King story: I didn’t remember the details of the assassination, I probably knew them once but forgot them. That he was only 39 years old! For God’s sakes he was younger than me! And that his last moment was one of utter humanity. He jokes with a buddy that the buddy looks like he is too much of a slob to go into a restaurant. How many of us have made similar quips? Then he turns to the musician and tells him what song he wants to hear. He is lining up his simple human pleasures, first he’s going to eat, then he’s going to listen to his favorite song. This makes him happy.
But it shows that he’s human, that he doesn’t display his revolutionary side all the time. I imagine that he realizes that the revolutionary business is just what he does most, but not all, of the time. He, too, needs to take time off from being the great historic figure, and to just relax and indulge himself, in both simple pleasures, and perhaps in excesses. In this he shows himself to be a real person, not a sanitized god figure.
And then, after finishing his simple thought about what song he wants to hear while he eats, he is struck down.
The second story I first heard about some months ago when the woman went to trial, and it really affected me, because I knew I could have been one of those guys, if my number had come up. I, too, am an engineer, I, too, am a musician, I, too, go out with my engineer buddies to some crappy food court for lunch. On the way to our stupid lunch we talk about silly trivial things, while inside each of us is processing the same simple thoughts like, ‘What shall I eat for lunch? Let’s see, Burlington Mall food court… my choices are Indian, that Japanese place, the crepe [is that “crayp,” or is it “crepp”?] place, the Cajun…‘
And then they find themselves stopped at the wrong intersection, because they left work ten seconds too soon or twenty seconds too late, and they end up dead.
In both cases, the ends came quickly and unexpectedly and pointlessly. And yet what preceded the ends was so different. I do not mean to offend the families of the poor Shure engineers in any way; I did not know any of these people. But these men didn’t make a real mark on the world until they met their unfortunate ends. [And even then, their story appears mostly in the “offbeat news” or “odd news” sections of the internet news roundups; the incredible lack of respect for human life that this editorial stance reveals is the topic for another day.]
Given the mutual similarity in my background and theirs, I feel I cannot but project my thoughts and feelings onto them. I am imagine they were probably like me, smart, read enough to know something about how the world really works, pissed off, but SILENT, never revealing any divergence from the plan of your masters, the elites. And then after 20 years of quiet, salary-drawing, you get crushed on the way to the Food Court by a suicidal Polish model. And then you’re the subject of the offbeat news.
And how did King live the same years of his adulthood, up until he was middle-aged? He stood up and he told the elites, ‘I’m a man! I am not afraid of you! You are evil! I am on the side of right!’’ And they arrested him over and over again. Then they tried to buy his silence by giving him the Peace Prize. ‘Oh, King, can’t you just coast from now on? We’ll be sure you get lucrative speaking contracts from now till the day you die!’
King says to that, ‘Screw that! I’m not done yet! Now I’m gonna really scare you! I’m going to lead a strike of GARBAGEMEN, white and black, who are trying to get a decent wage! What I did for the black people, I am now going to do for the poor people everywhere!’ That’s what really scared the elites, and they killed him for it.
Both moments of death were identical and equally pointless, and yet the times that led up to them were so different. Again, I am projecting, but if I were in the car with my buddies I believe I couldn’t help but feel, once I realized what was happening, a sense of regret, that, had I known it would end so stupidly and prematurely, I would have done more, and spoke out more. King tried to speak out throughout his life.
Of course, one could argue that by making the choices he did King accelerated his own demise. This is probably true. But none of us know the time of our ends. King could have chosen a quiet life of a pastor tending his own congregation, and not making a big noise about the injustice he saw. But then how do we know that he wasn’t destined to be hit by a bus at age 40 anyway?
We must all live life as fully as we can, and as bravely as we can, always. Only in that way can we avoid regret when our time is up.
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