Too Stupid to Breathe

Why is America becoming a tyranical police state?  Because our dumb-asses WANT it that way!

Nineteen surveys which prove that much of America can't pour piss out of a boot!

Our goose is SO cooked.

All in the name of keeping you safe

As you watch this video, keep in mind that the cops are looking for ONE nineteen year-old who, while certainly dangerous, was no Rambo.

Notice there's no service of warrant.

Notice all the yelling and shouting orders at the residents of the home.

"Get your hands UP!"  "Let's GO!"  "Hurry UP!"

See them as they're frisked on further down the street.

Land of the brave and home of the free, indeed.

This entire mess was a dry run for coming martial law.  If you can't accept that truth, then you're simply a fool.  The empire is tightening its grip and your so-called "Rights" don't mean squat in the new Socialist AmeriKa.

After watching this - I'll take my chances with the terrorists thank you!



And the residents of Boston, the lickspittle little sheeple of Boston, thank the agents of the empire that crushes their very liberty beneath the boot.

Boston, 1775: "Come and take them!"

Boston, 2013: "They can give me a cavity search right now and I'd be perfectly happy."

Denninger absolutely gets it right here in this piece!

Go here and read this.  Do it if you read nothing else this month.

When I consider that Boston, the cradle of the American Revolution, lately cowered in fear before the ham-handed acts of terrorists who should have been named Abbot and Costello.

When I consider that on the anniversary of the Shot Heard Round The World, the children of the men who fired that shot now crouch and cravenly lick the hand of GOOBERment agents who did thousands of times more damage to Boston than the Chechen bozos did. 

When I consider the in-your-face evidence that the entire US Bill of Rights is now nothing more than propaganda to be taught to school children.

And as Mr. Denninger rightly points out, we are sending the message to the whole world that we are a nation of whimpering children who long for their Nanny.

 … I am deeply saddened. America is dead and gone, and my children and grandchildren have inherited, NOT freedom, but slavery. We The Pansies have ceded our most precious birthright … LIBERTY… for tawdry trinkets of illusory safety! 

Coming to your neighborhood soon…


 
  Don't forget to say thank you to Nanny

This is how to handle DHS thugs

The arrogance of authority

There was some sort of accident this morning as I made my way to work.  I could see the flashing lights of the police, fire truck and ambulance up ahead.  The four lane artery I was traveling was reduced to two lanes and heavy traffic (as you expect on a workday morning) was being funneled thru, albeit very slowly. 

As I neared the scene – after about 15 minutes of inching forward – I saw the fire truck and the meat wagon roll away.  A little closer now and I see there are no wrecked vehicles anywhere which leads me to suspect that a pedestrian was involved. 

In any event, all of the elements of the conflagration are gone – except for the three police cars blocking the center lanes of traffic.  The fat bodied tax feeders themselves are standing in the middle of the street conversing and laughing among themselves, completely oblivious to the blockage they are creating in the middle of the busy thoroughfare. 

Had I been willing to risk being tasered and beaten to within an inch of my life, I would have rolled down my window and yelled at those bastards to GET THE HELL OUT OF THE ROAD!  However I just wasn’t in the mood to spend any time in the ER or a jail cell this morning.

Just a "small world" story

Twenty-two years ago, when my youngest son was just an infant, my family spent the day moving into some low rent apartments.  Things were tough for us financially at the time and we had to accept that this was all we could afford. 

After a hard day of moving furniture with the help of a couple of friends we went a few blocks to a burger joint to eat supper.  Returning to our new digs a scant half hour later we were amazed to see legions of police cars, a circling helicopter, and a couple of ambulances just a few doors down.  It seems that a drug bust in an adjoining apartment had gone bad and two cops were shot all to pieces – one dead, one seriously injured.

That night we didn’t sleep a wink, and the following morning we reversed the previous day’s process and moved the hell out! 

My youngest son has heard this story all his life.  Now he’s a medical student working towards his doctorate and he works part-time at a local orthopedic clinic.   Today he was interviewing a patient whose current complaint stems back to injuries received 22 years ago when he was a police officer and got shot during a drug bust.  One question led to another and … you guessed it… it was the cop who survived the shooting that night in the apartment a few doors down from us.

Small world huh?

 

That's a hell of a lot of .40 ammo

So Dept of Homeland Stupidity ... er ... Security, just awarded a contract to a Minnesota firm for:

450 MILLION ROUNDS OF .40 AMMO

Now that's an awful lot of ammo for an agency that WON'T be landing on the shores of Iwo Jima anytime soon!

Thanks to Joel for the head's up.

This reminds me of when the FBI was purchasing 20 mm canons. And makes about as much sense!

Another former Marine murdered by the police

An elderly man's medical alert system is somehow triggered resulting in paramedics and cops being dispatched. When it's all said and done he's lying in a pool of his own blood with two cop bullet holes in his chest.

Read this disgusting story, and then tell me how cops are here to protect and serve!

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Here's a particularly telling quote from the soon-to-be-dead old man:

"Officers, why do you have your guns out?"

This about sums it up

Especially the bootlicking "civilian"

To be used against YOU, here in America

Remember the NDAA now opens the door for military tribunal treatment of American's here at home

Remember the principal that when you have a big hammer, all your problems look like nails

Remember that such agencies as TSA are willing to grope your children and your ninety year-old grandma

Remember that our government sees EVERYONE as a terrorist, and the shift is AWAY from Mustafa and TOWARDS Bubba

Listen carefully for the tax-payer fed bureaucrat to say "we're ruling nothing out" in how they use this AGAINST YOU AMERICA!

Alarm at the office

I watched a massive trophy buck canter boldly across an Alabama clear cut in broad daylight. The excitement built within me as I placed the crosshairs of my riflescope on his shoulder and my finger caressed the trigger.

The phone by my bed rang insistently and I was yanked from my pleasant dream into hearing my company’s alarm service telling me that there were multiple motion sensors being activated at my office; the police had already been notified.

Damn!

I jumped out of bed, pulled on my britches (the ones that did NOT contain my wallet with my DL and CWP) and headed for the door. The clock on the wall said 12:17 a.m.

My 21 year-old son was still up playing video games and I asked him if he wanted to respond to what seemed to be an obvious break-in at my office. He quickly dropped his game controller and grabbed his Glock and we headed out the door.

Twelve urban miles, and 18 minutes later we rolled up into the parking lot and found that there was a power outage in the area; everything was pitch dark except for a few battery powered lights inside the building.

There were no police to be seen as we circled the building looking for signs of forced entry. After a few minutes, and a brief discussion between us of how neither one could prove our identity (he’d left his wallet at home too), we wondered whether we ought to back off - or go in.

That’s about the time we spotted Barney Fife’s spotlight down the street searching for the address – and going the wrong direction.

Let’s do this.

We entered the front entrance and locked the door behind us. No sense in allowing Barney to come back and enter the building behind us!

By this point the power outage is no longer even on my mind. There is sufficient lighting from the emergency lights that we can see well enough. What IS on my mind are the three previous burglaries we’ve had in the previous eight years, one of which where the burglar surgically removed a pane of glass from an out of the way spot not easily seen from the parking areas.

I disable the audible alarm and we both think we hear something in the ensuing silence. Carefully we make our way down the main hallway with flashlights and pistols at the ready.

Suddenly the power comes back on.

In a microsecond the building goes from being quiet as a tomb to the sound of dozens of printers, copiers, fax machines, and PC’s powering up. In just a second or two it registered what was happening. But for the first half of that initial second as we listened to whirring, clicking, and assorted and sundry odd sounds from all around us, there was an involuntary puckering of the anus accompanied by the hair on the back of our necks standing straight up!

We cleared the building with no further incident and locked up and left.

The police department never made an appearance, and on the way home we had a good laugh at ourselves, but for that split second we both agreed:

“That scared the sh*t outta me!”

Cop versus Cop

This is unusual to say the least. A Florida Highway Patrol unit pulls a Miami County officer over for speeding, and pulls him from the car at gun point.



The FOP is coming down on the side of the Miami Cop, and FHP is standing by their patrolman.

A cursory read of the various comments trailing these articles reveals that the cops (as expected) are all firmly of the mindset that one cop should cover another cop – no matter what!

Conversely, the typical citizen commenter sees cops as being subject to the same laws they are subject to.

The patrolwoman Donna Watts is taking some fierce fire from her fellow officers it seems. She obviously has more belief in her principals than the typical tax feeding state-pensioner wanna-be.

Kudos for her I say!

Facing 75 years in prison

... for filming police officers - without their consent!

Jeff Cooper quote

"Not long ago it was easy to tell who the bad guys were. They carried Kalashnikovs. Now it is much more complicated, but one thing is sure - any man who covers his face and packs a gun is a legitimate target for any decent citizen."

Jeff Cooper, June 1993









Uh... yeah... I see what you mean Jeff!

Something damn sure isn't right!

Ghost32 makes one hell of an observation!

Speaking in reference to the Marine murdered in his own home by the PIMA county SWAT team:

It's going to take some extremely serious evidence to convince this old cowboy that Guerena deserved a shoot-on-sight order, with or without a weapon in his hand. Our troops in Afghanistan are not allowed to shoot bomb-planting terrorists unless the terrorists shoot first, yet here in America the police are authorized to mow down (without warning) a citizen in his own home who hasn't even taken the safety off his rifle?

Read the whole thing. It's on target!



Ordered his wife and baby into the closet, and then was shot 60 times IN HIS OWN HOME!

A fishing tale

I was thinking how I wanted to just do a little lite blogging today, maybe something that didn’t in any way refer to the ongoing and accelerating meltdown of our society. As I pondered the range of topics it occurred to me that I hadn’t gone fishing in quite some time, and even though I am a terrible fisherman, it’s still something I enjoy tremendously – assuming of course the fish are actually biting.

My mind wandered back to the all-time greatest fishing experience of my young life:

About eight or nine years ago my then eleven year-old son and I put a little boat into the Saint John’s River here in Jacksonville and set out for a day of inshore fishing. We fished for several hours at a variety of spots with little to show for it, and we’d given up and headed for the boatramp. On the way past a sunken river jetty I decided to anchor up and try one last time.

Jackpot!

What happened over the next hour or so was phenomenal. As fast as we could bait a hook and get the line into the water was how fast we were landing fish! We were catching a whole range of species too. Trout, snapper, sheephead, angel fish, reds… you name it; we were catching it! Other than a trip to stocked trout pond once when I was a child, I had never seen fishing like this. It was a novice fisherman’s dream come true.

At first I was trying to identify each fish as we reeled it in. After all – Florida regulates upwards of seventy varieties of fish and sea creatures. There are minimums, maximums, catch limits, and off limits to be considered. There’s no possibility anyone other than a hardcore commercial fisherman can possible know ALL those stupid-assed regulations! But I initially gave it a good faith try.

Pretty soon I realized I could catch fish – or I could read regulations – but not both. So I gave in and “went with it”. Running out of bait finally spelled the end of the outrageous thrills we were having. By this time we had two full five-gallon buckets of every kind of fish imaginable, and we pulled up anchor and headed for the barn.

As I approached the ramp I noted that a Florida Wildlife Agent was inspecting each boat and their catch as they pulled up. We were no exception and the stern-faced government employee walked up and without a word reached into my boat and removed both buckets. Without even a hint of requiring my acquiescence he dumped all my fish out on the ramp and began pushing them around with his foot.

“Uh oh” was all he said. His attention was drawn to a fish the species of which I was unfamiliar with. He produced a tape measure and carefully measured the “evidence”.

“Too short by a quarter of an inch” he announced.

Next he produced a camera and he photographed the fish next to the tape measure. Once done, he tossed the fish into a cooler of ice he had sitting nearby [I suspect the man eats alot of fish for dinner!]. Then he produced his ticket book, asked me for my license, and starting writing up my love note from the State of Florida. It’s about here that I registered a complaint; something along the lines of: “You’re NOT gonna write me up for a quarter of an inch are you?”

The change in the man’s demeanor was instantaneous. He straightened up, took a step back, placed his right hand on the handle of his pistol and demanded to know if I was “going to resist”!

“No I’m not resisting you. I’m just bitching about a ticket. Isn’t that a pretty normal reaction?” says I.

“Bitch at the judge” was his response and he was off to catch the next ravager of the environment.

Angry at the whole business I decided to take the man’s advice, and the following week found me at the appropriate court to contest the matter. After being frisked and herded in distinct bovine fashion into the inner sanctum of “justice” we were addressed condescendingly by another uniform who reminded us to rise from our seats and refrain from scratching ourselves when the judge appeared. The judge did appear shortly thereafter and made a little speech that went something like this:

“I only want to hear you say ‘Guilty’, ‘Not Guilty’, or ‘Nolo Contendere’ when I ask you how do you plead. Anything else out of your mouth and I’ll send you to a cell. If you plead ‘Not Guilty’ know that you must be here each time your case comes up on my docket, even IF we don’t hear your case that day – and the average number of times before it appears is about five times”.

Well… being a working man, I can’t afford to take that much time off from the job to fight this mess! So I resolved to accept my fate and move on. I was then stuck waiting for all the cases in front of me to be processed.

Now in that room there were the following “crimes” represented:

Trespassing
Aggravated Trespassing
Shoplifting
Possession of marijuana
Fish & game violations

It was interesting to note that the fine assessed for the first four “offences” was $149. The game violations (there were two of us) were $200! Wow – what an eye opener! By this measurement, I was worse than a shoplifter!

And the final indignity was the addition of $20 in court costs; and thus ended the tale of my greatest fishing trip ever. Or so I thought.

Roll the clock forward about two years when I am interviewing for what has become the best job of my life, and one where I hope to work until retirement. I had been through several interviews and clearly I was in serious contention for the position when the employer calls me and asks me to explain something he found on my background check. He only tells me it’s something to do with a wildlife violation. So I tell him the tale just as I have told it to you dear reader. And my future boss says “Okay that’s all well and good, but what about this charge of resisting a Marine Patrol Officer?”

The magic phrase: "I was in fear for my life"

Your natural rights of self-defense, and any residual rights that the Constitution and Bill of Rights once guaranteed, go straight in the crapper when a Cop says: "I was in fear for my life"!

Oops Wrong House: Cops Mistakenly Confront a Judge, Her Family at Gunpoint

Broward Circuit Court Judge Ilona Holmes, her sister and her sister’s family says they were ordered at gun point by several Broward Sheriffs Deputies on Easter Sunday to come out of her sister’s home with their hands up.

It was no evening of peace for the Deerfield Beach family, who’d just finished dinner with friends and family, and sent extra Easter dinner to a needy family connected with their church. Then, at 8:20 p.m., police got a call about a possible burglary next door. But a bad address caused police to go to the wrong home.

“Do I feel safe?” asked Carmita Scarlett, the homeowner and sister of Judge Holmes. "No, absolutely not. No, no. So much confusion, so much anger. So much, almost like, resentment. You know, ‘you made the mistake and,’ I told them, ‘I'm the victim and you're upset with me?’”

The call to police said there might be a burglar inside 235 Southwest 4th Street. But there is no 235. Only 236 and 230.

Arriving police outside spotted someone inside 230 – Neville Scarlett was in the kitchen cleaning up the Easter dinner plates - and thought he might be the burglar.

He was not.

Moments earlier, the same person who called police also called the Scarlett’s to warn them about a possible burglar outside. Fearful, Carmita lowered the kitchen window shade. That’s when she heard someone hit the window with something metallic. She says she saw a gun pointed directly at her.

"There's a man with a gun and he's going to shoot me!!" yelled Carmita. “I thought it was the robber!" Her sister, Judge Holmes, came running to the kitchen. The judge carries a legal firearm and immediately pulled it out and held it in her hand.

"She said ‘Who are you!? What are you doing?!’ He said ‘this is BSO.’ She said, ‘this is Circuit Court Judge Ilona Holmes!!’” Carmita said.

"'I'm the owner of this home. I'm Carmita Scarlett. Why are you at my home?’ I kept saying that. They said ‘put your hands up and come outside,'" she said.

Judge Holmes, perhaps borrowing from real life conflict she sees in her own courtroom, immediately cautioned deputies that she was armed so there’d be no misunderstanding.

"They said, ‘Come out with your hands up!’ She said, ‘I am Circuit Court Judge Ilona Holmes. I am armed.'"

They all slowly went out through a side door. “She was putting the gun down. They yelled, ‘put the gun down! Put the gun down!’ Right there, the cop had his gun pointed at her.”

Judge Holmes, surrounded by deputies with guns drawn, slowly put the gun on the grass, announcing it as she went. She was holding a cell phone in the other hand. When she began to place that on the ground, police began yelling.

"When she went to put that down, they yelled, ‘Get away from the gun!’ She said ‘everybody calm down. I'm putting my cell phone down’."

At that point, a higher-ranking deputy recognized her and called on his team to lower their guns, according to Carmita.

“The one that first recognized her, he picked the gun up, opened it up, took the bullets out, he started giving her a speech: ‘Judge Holmes, you know, these guys may not know who you are. I know who you are. This could have been so different.’ And my sister said, ‘everyone of ya'll know me. Ya'll been before me’.”

Oh my, what an Easter Sunday Carmita had. She and her husband and granddaughter have seen stuff like this on TV and never believed it. "There's no way that cops would really - because I've never had a run in with the cops - really go in and do stuff like that," she said.

And now what does Carmita believe?

"Oh God.” She buries her face in her hands.

It was a communication meltdown from the beginning. The neighbor across the street originally called police to say she thought there was a burglar in the home of Pastor Brown across the street because the caller thought she saw lights going on and off. Instead, police went to the house next door, the Scarlett's home.

Judge Holmes, one of the very few black judges in Broward County, saw justice from a whole new perspective. Tuesday night she was in her courtroom conducting a late–running trial and would not comment.

Judge Holmes has hired former U.S. Attorney and old friend Kendall Coffey, who says they're concerned about what happened but won't say whether she is considering legal action. He cautioned against reading too much into the fact that she brought him in to represent her and field questions while she’s in trial.

A BSO spokesman wouldn't comment Tuesday night but did confirm the timeline, address and original burglary call. Police in South Florida often say they routinely must make certain people confirm who they say they are before lowering their weapons.

But Carmita was downright angry. Remember the man outside her kitchen window who pointed a gun at her? Still wearing her pajamas and footies, she approached him afterward. “I said ‘you had a gun pointed at me!’ He said ‘because I felt threatened.’ I said ‘threatened how?'"

She said other officers explained to her that they have families, too, and they want to make it home alive each night. But she says they did so in a condescending way, lecturing her as if she’d done something wrong.

“I know no one apologized, OK? And, to me, if you want to make amends for something, you want to make peace, you apologize, you shake, you leave, you say ‘I'm sorry,’" she said. "And, you know, the cop that had his gun on me, he said ‘well, I was fearing for my life.’ I said ‘really! You were fearing for your life? Really?’ He said ‘forget it - I'm out of here.'"

Carmita says she just wanted someone that night to apologize.
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Being LEO means NEVER having to say you're sorry! Welcome to OUR world judge!


And the American Police State marches on...

Michigan: Police Search Cell Phones During Traffic Stops

ACLU seeks information on Michigan program that allows cops to download information from smart phones belonging to stopped motorists.

The Michigan State Police have a high-tech mobile forensics device that can be used to extract information from cell phones belonging to motorists stopped for minor traffic violations. The American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) of Michigan last Wednesday demanded that state officials stop stonewalling freedom of information requests for information on the program.

ACLU learned that the police had acquired the cell phone scanning devices and in August 2008 filed an official request for records on the program, including logs of how the devices were used. The state police responded by saying they would provide the information only in return for a payment of $544,680. The ACLU found the charge outrageous.

"Law enforcement officers are known, on occasion, to encourage citizens to cooperate if they have nothing to hide," ACLU staff attorney Mark P. Fancher wrote. "No less should be expected of law enforcement, and the Michigan State Police should be willing to assuage concerns that these powerful extraction devices are being used illegally by honoring our requests for cooperation and disclosure."

A US Department of Justice test of the CelleBrite UFED used by Michigan police found the device could grab all of the photos and video off of an iPhone within one-and-a-half minutes. The device works with 3000 different phone models and can even defeat password protections.

"Complete extraction of existing, hidden, and deleted phone data, including call history, text messages, contacts, images, and geotags," a CelleBrite brochure explains regarding the device's capabilities. "The Physical Analyzer allows visualization of both existing and deleted locations on Google Earth. In addition, location information from GPS devices and image geotags can be mapped on Google Maps."

The ACLU is concerned that these powerful capabilities are being quietly used to bypass Fourth Amendment protections against unreasonable searches.

"With certain exceptions that do not apply here, a search cannot occur without a warrant in which a judicial officer determines that there is probable cause to believe that the search will yield evidence of criminal activity," Fancher wrote. "A device that allows immediate, surreptitious intrusion into private data creates enormous risks that troopers will ignore these requirements to the detriment of the constitutional rights of persons whose cell phones are searched."

The national ACLU is currently suing the Department of Homeland Security for its policy of warrantless electronic searches of laptops and cell phones belonging to people entering the country who are not suspected of committing any crime.

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GR4U - I think that the next time I hear someone say "Well it's a free country", I'm gonna punch 'em right in the nose!

Busted ... but still beligerent

Well I stumbled into a revenue trap yesterday.

I was driving near my home and came upon one of those silly three-way stop signs. It’s not a four way because the side street dead ends at the main thoroughfare. And from long experience of driving down this particular road, I know that the side street in question produces extremely low amounts of traffic.

So why then does it have a stop sign all its own? I am absolutely convinced that it is for the sole purpose of revenue generation.

I pull up behind another car who has stopped pretty far out into the intersection. I’m almost at the crosswalk line painted on the roadway when I come to a complete stop. The car in front of me goes, and I pull out right behind him.

That’s when I first spot PoPo who has parked back up the street a block or more. At the precise moment I spotted him, his lights come on and I know I am about to be robbed by the state!

I drove a good distance before pulling over. The street has high curbs and I’m NOT stupid enough to come to a stop in a lane of travel!

When I pull over I’ve already got my DL in hand for inspection by Herr Officer. He approaches me real gingerly, never really squaring off in front of my passenger window. Instead he chooses to remain well behind me at an extreme angle as we have our little exchange.

“Sir… I am pulling you over because you ran that stop sign back there” says the Gooberment agent.

“Well I strongly disagree with that Officer! I came to a complete halt and was in a good position to ascertain that the intersection was clear before proceeding” I sharply opined.

“Sir, you allowed no interval of time to pass before following the other car in front of you through the intersection” says the armed and badged thief.

“And I suppose that interval of time is more important to you than whether I could see my way was clear or not?” I retorted.

“Sir…it’s the law” he intoned with much gravity in his voice and demeanor.

“Fine! Go write your fookin ticket and get it over with” says I.

After an inordinate length of time, that I suspect was partly consumed by him running every check possible on me, he returned with my ticket.

When he explained the part about driving school and the possibility of avoiding the three points being added to my license I pointed out that it wasn’t the points I found so galling: “It’s the tribute to Caesar that I hate to pay!”

No reaction from the highwayman to that comment.

As he finished his scripted lie about how I could go to court and fight the charge, he handed me my ticket and my license, and without another word he turned and walked back to his GOOBER-mobile. I leaned out the truck window and with as much vitriol and spite in my voice as I could muster I said: “You are doing SUCH a fine job keeping us all safe officer!”

Oh how I despise the badge and gun toting, revenue collecting, head shaved agents of the state!

Television programming is awash in the glorification of the police state

Either the typical American has a fixation with cop and lawyer shows, or TPTB think it’s expedient to fill the airwaves with fantasy bullsh*t which lionizes the enforcers, and vilifies everybody else!

I rarely watch Stupid-Vision, and this is a good example why. All these cop / investigator / lawyer shows were on at the same time as I panned thru the guide just now.

• WITHOUT A TRACE
• BONES – Federal forensics
• LAW & ORDER – Cops, lawyers and courts, Oh My!
• NCIS – Cop in the Navy
• CAMPUS PD – Cops in a different setting
• OUT OF TIME – Denzel Washington is a Florida Keys police chief
• CASE CRACKERS – Investigators sift clues
• OPERATION REPO – Repo men versus the dregs of society
• MOST DARING – Cops, doors, cars, etc.
• DOG THE BOUNTY HUNTER – more scumbags and the scumbags that chase them
• LEGALLY BLOND – The female Forrest Gump of the legal profession

Can it be possible that so many Americans are THIS caught up in glamorized cops and all things “justice”?

I fail to understand it. Tax feeders of all varieties disgust me, but none more so than the tax feeders that put on a badge and gun and LIVE to enforce the will of the rotten political class. How can people be entertained by the rise of a police state, complete with a world class propaganda machine?

I suppose it’s a measure of how effective that propaganda has been thus far.