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Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:03 pm to Split2874
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wait a group of people marched and protested today and when they got to the place the police shut it down and they just turned away?
They think it's a statue of Stonewall Jackson.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:22 pm to Napoleon
Were there any people there opposing them, or did they just give up after an hour and go get hand grenades?
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:24 pm to Napoleon
quote:He only fought in the Dome
, Muhammad Ali circle? Dude has no ties to NOLA at all
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:27 pm to Napoleon
The state is broke. They will have to change it to a life size statue of Kevin Hart to save on materials cost.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:28 pm to Indfanfromcol
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The state is broke. They will have to change it to a life size statue of Kevin Hart to save on materials cost.
Or Gary Coleman
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:29 pm to rt3
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Kinlaw: We're not just Take 'Em Down NOLA, we're Build 'Em Up NOLA
Yeah, how about he give a little perspective on how they will do this.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:31 pm to notiger1997
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Jeff Adelson ?@jadelson
And that's it for the protest. Chief Harrison scheduled to give press conference in a half hour
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:32 pm to rt3
Talk about some weak arse shite
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:35 pm to upgrayedd
It really was. I was expecting some mayhem and drama before the game. Oh well, hopefully they decide not to take them down Wednesday. Then we can break out the popcorn agakn.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:37 pm to upgrayedd
The whole thing was a joke. Just a huge waste of time.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:38 pm to Peytonknows
For whatever reason, Nola doesn't do big protest and rioting well.
They predict it for all sorts of events like today, NBA All-Star games, Saints winning superbowl, etc. Even for as much chaos there was after Katrina, it wasn't really that bad.
They predict it for all sorts of events like today, NBA All-Star games, Saints winning superbowl, etc. Even for as much chaos there was after Katrina, it wasn't really that bad.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:42 pm to Indfanfromcol
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They will have to change it to a life size statue of Kevin Hart to save on materials cost.
Did the state/city actually fund any of these statues when they were put up? I thought they were all funded by private citizens.
ETA: My point isn't to argue with you. My point is just to say that these people could try to raise money to put up statues if they want ton
This post was edited on 9/24/16 at 4:48 pm
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:42 pm to notiger1997
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For whatever reason, Nola doesn't do big protest and rioting well.
NOPD is among the best in the world at controlling large crowds. That combined with the fact that most people would rather just go drink and eat than protest all day is the reason you don't have the shitshow you see in other cities.
This post was edited on 9/24/16 at 4:43 pm
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:47 pm to SippyCup
Something to consider:
If a few centuries ago wealthy land owners in the U.S. had been willing to pay low wages to fellow countrymen for labor instead of upping their profits by using free labor, probably none of this recent BS would be happening now.
If a few centuries ago wealthy land owners in the U.S. had been willing to pay low wages to fellow countrymen for labor instead of upping their profits by using free labor, probably none of this recent BS would be happening now.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:49 pm to SippyCup
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That combined with the fact that most people would rather just go drink and eat than protest all day
protest do not work in new Orleans because any large gathering turns into a party
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:50 pm to Lucky5150
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Bring job apps and partenity test and they'll disperse quickly
Registered mail.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 4:51 pm to notiger1997
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Saints winning superbowl
You're right about the riots and protest.
I don't know about you but the night the Saints win the Super Bowl was the biggest party the ENTIRE city as a whole has ever seen, it was the best night in my 15 years of living here.
The Super Bowl parade was the second biggest party and gathering this city has ever seen. It was bigger than any Mardi Gras parade ever.
Posted on 9/24/16 at 5:17 pm to notiger1997
The problem is that people here like to have fun more than they like to be mad. Once they realize they came to the quarter to listen to a bunch of people bitch all day, they go get drunk instead
Posted on 9/24/16 at 6:47 pm to Hammertime
It was a muggy August day in New Orleans, overly hot for the season, but not uncommon to the locals. The air hung heavy and damp as Skronquavious finished mugging his third tourist of the day. A fine haul of 43 dollars, an iPhone and some jewelry had been well worth beating the middle aged New York native about the face with his pistol. He left her whimpering in the alley as he grabbed the front of his sagging pants and walked away. He overheard the sounds of the local news through an open window. Apparently the city council had voted to remove the Confederate statues in the city, to a raucous applause from the assembled natives. Skronquavious mused on how the city was finally doing something to combat the terrible problems of New Orleans, and rounded the corner with a golden smile flashing across his lips.
He stood in the looming shadow. The sun no longer reflected across his grill. He raised his gaze slowly across the grey-green boots. The trunks of metal legs. The oxidized overcoat.
His brown eyes beheld a bronze beard a foot above his head. Metal eyes met his gaze, empty and unfeeling, silently judging him. His own grew wide with confusion and fear, followed by anger. His gun came up perpendicular to the sidewalk and his mouth formed into a sneer as he grabbed his crotch with one hand and fired his pistol into the obstacle in his path, each report accompanied by curse from his lips.
The bullets tore through the figure, punching neat holes through the first layer of metal skin and rattling around as they struck the other side, their velocity not enough to carry them through.
The mouth never moved. The eyes never blinked. Skronquavious's sneer turned to a trembling of lips as the golem swung its sword in a terrible arc. The blade made thick, wet sound as it sliced through his neck in a font of blood. His dreadlocks fanned out in all directions as his head rolled into the gutter, like dice in a back alley game.
The General stood sentinel straight, the red gore dripping fromI his saber. Seems he had his work cut out for him. But after all, it was they that had wanted him to come down...
He stooped down, metal joints creaky from a century of stillness, to wipe his blade upon the crumpled form of the former thug. And then, he began to walk. He had his work cut out for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd protesting around the confederate monument was a hodgepodge of the most virulent strains of Social Justice Warrior. Women, or rather piles of fat and flesh with short, spiked, dyed hair screamed and cackled, their jiggling arms clutching signs denouncing nebulous "racism" and "patriarchy".
Hipsters with skinny jeans and ironic t-shirts also made up clumps, apathetically vaping, their dreads smelling of patchouli and neglect. Some of the darker denizens of the city endlessly chanted tired and uninspired slogans. A motley crew for certain, annoying passersby with accusations of privilege and racism.
Yet the din began to cease as, one by one, they turned to hear the source of a peculiar, unfamiliar sound coming from down the street.
CLANK
A morbidly obese woman with a green pixie cut craned her flabby neck...
CLANK
A woman in a headscarf lowered her black power fist and stopped yelling at a father and his child and turned around...
CLANK
A skinny white male reached his tattooed hand up to remove his false glasses, sure that his eyes were deceiving him...
CLANK
CLANK
CLANK
The noise stopped, and they stood, spellbound, as the figure that should not be towered over them. There was only silence from the crowd now. No chants, no shouts, just the sound of sirens in the distance and the constant hum of the interstate. The figure stared down at the ones who wished to bring him down from his lofty perch of ages. He frowned, perplexed at this curious assemblage of humanity. And then the silence broke, with a trigglypuff hurling her big gulp at him and screaming "frick YOU SHITLORD!"
The styrofoam cup exploded against his metal chest, sending streams of orange soda splashing to the ground.
He cricked his neck twice, back and forth, as the hambeast continued to scream at him. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his sword into her gaping maw mid-shriek and silenced the horrid noise. His blade stuck out the back of her fat head, bits of blood and brain clinging to it. The crowd stared, slack jawed, paralyzed by the unreal scene that had played out before them. And then the grim, grisly work began.
He stood in the looming shadow. The sun no longer reflected across his grill. He raised his gaze slowly across the grey-green boots. The trunks of metal legs. The oxidized overcoat.
His brown eyes beheld a bronze beard a foot above his head. Metal eyes met his gaze, empty and unfeeling, silently judging him. His own grew wide with confusion and fear, followed by anger. His gun came up perpendicular to the sidewalk and his mouth formed into a sneer as he grabbed his crotch with one hand and fired his pistol into the obstacle in his path, each report accompanied by curse from his lips.
The bullets tore through the figure, punching neat holes through the first layer of metal skin and rattling around as they struck the other side, their velocity not enough to carry them through.
The mouth never moved. The eyes never blinked. Skronquavious's sneer turned to a trembling of lips as the golem swung its sword in a terrible arc. The blade made thick, wet sound as it sliced through his neck in a font of blood. His dreadlocks fanned out in all directions as his head rolled into the gutter, like dice in a back alley game.
The General stood sentinel straight, the red gore dripping fromI his saber. Seems he had his work cut out for him. But after all, it was they that had wanted him to come down...
He stooped down, metal joints creaky from a century of stillness, to wipe his blade upon the crumpled form of the former thug. And then, he began to walk. He had his work cut out for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd protesting around the confederate monument was a hodgepodge of the most virulent strains of Social Justice Warrior. Women, or rather piles of fat and flesh with short, spiked, dyed hair screamed and cackled, their jiggling arms clutching signs denouncing nebulous "racism" and "patriarchy".
Hipsters with skinny jeans and ironic t-shirts also made up clumps, apathetically vaping, their dreads smelling of patchouli and neglect. Some of the darker denizens of the city endlessly chanted tired and uninspired slogans. A motley crew for certain, annoying passersby with accusations of privilege and racism.
Yet the din began to cease as, one by one, they turned to hear the source of a peculiar, unfamiliar sound coming from down the street.
CLANK
A morbidly obese woman with a green pixie cut craned her flabby neck...
CLANK
A woman in a headscarf lowered her black power fist and stopped yelling at a father and his child and turned around...
CLANK
A skinny white male reached his tattooed hand up to remove his false glasses, sure that his eyes were deceiving him...
CLANK
CLANK
CLANK
The noise stopped, and they stood, spellbound, as the figure that should not be towered over them. There was only silence from the crowd now. No chants, no shouts, just the sound of sirens in the distance and the constant hum of the interstate. The figure stared down at the ones who wished to bring him down from his lofty perch of ages. He frowned, perplexed at this curious assemblage of humanity. And then the silence broke, with a trigglypuff hurling her big gulp at him and screaming "frick YOU SHITLORD!"
The styrofoam cup exploded against his metal chest, sending streams of orange soda splashing to the ground.
He cricked his neck twice, back and forth, as the hambeast continued to scream at him. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his sword into her gaping maw mid-shriek and silenced the horrid noise. His blade stuck out the back of her fat head, bits of blood and brain clinging to it. The crowd stared, slack jawed, paralyzed by the unreal scene that had played out before them. And then the grim, grisly work began.
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