The Return of Jason Robo
Remember the idiot who caused a flight to be delayed by putting up "9-11 Was an Inside Job" stickers on the plane? Well, he's back with a whiny post at Flogger on how mean everybody was to him:
The power to the belt and all nearby lighting was cut off as they encircled me. I was huddled around as some of them asked, “You're the sticker guy right? Jason Robo?” I didn't respond as another barked, “get him up!” as I was quickly seized by the arms, lifted up and thrown against the sides of the baggage claim.
I didn't exactly go limp and initially flexed my muscles to prevent the twisting of my limbs. The goons muttered to me to resist and how much they would love that. I could feel a surge of bad vibes as I thought of the boy in Ozark, Missouri tased 19 times while he inexplicably lay with a broken back on the shoulder of a freeway beneath an overpass. This was motivation enough to submit at the time.
They lifted me up and started taking me away, I asked where they were taking me, if I was under arrest and on what charge. Not being read my rights or informed of any charge I then proclaimed that the arrest was a joke as I was thrown in the back of a cruiser. The situation made me a bit uneasy with my understanding of the Military Commissions Act and other supposed law that allowed me to be declared an enemy combatant, disappeared, subject to extreme rendition, torture and even death without anyone ever learning my fate.
If you don't deserve it, Jason, who does? Unfortunately, as you can probably guess, his understanding of the Military Commissions Act was flawed.
When I arrived at court my lawyer informed me that the prosecution was willing to settle. It was a dismissal based upon not getting in trouble in between then and my trial date, July 8, six months from then. Unable to sustain a drawn out legal battle without more donations I conceded to the terms, somewhat regrettably so. It did not seem that any discussion of the events of September 11, 2001 would be allowed in the court room. Perhaps if that was the case I would have had to live with my grandmother to deal with a trial. I don't like settlements, but financially I couldn't bear the cost.
However, as you can probably guess, the moron did not manage to keep out of trouble:
The fun wasn't over yet though and on my flight home from Boston to San Francisco I raised the attention of security again on my first short connecting flight to Pittsburgh. I was reading the book “The Big Wedding” by Sander Hicks on the intelligence network connections that were involved in the events of 9/11/2010. Flight 93 was mentioned in the book, which had a debris field characteristic of being shot down by a missile rather than crashing. The plane went down in Pennsylvania outside of Shanksville.
I did not have a clue of the geography in the area so it seemed a completely innocent question to ask the flight attendant. On some flights there is a monitor up with the location on a map showing the progress of the flight. The young lady who fielded my inquiry, half an hour before landing in Pittsburgh, had no clue what Flight 93 was or even heard of Shanksville. At the mention of 9/11 her face transformed from a blank stare to being clearly alarmed. I was unconvincingly assured that she would find out the answer as she hurried away.
It was not long after that the captain came over the speaker telling the passengers to make sure they are prepared for a possible emergency landing in Pittsburgh. He told us that the brakes were not working, but there was two backup brake systems and assured us we will likely be okay. As we landed on the runway there was a wide array of emergency personnel. Is this a coincidence? I am too educated to assume that it was.
As soon as we docked at the gate I was swiftly escorted off the aircraft by Pennsylvania State Troopers and TSA officials. It will likely be the only time in my life that I am the first person off the plane. I was not taken into holding of any sort but isolated in the terminal and surrounded by a dozen plus security agents from various entities. They questioned me as to what I said to the flight attendant and I told them exactly what happened.
No charges were filed so Robo's earlier charges were dismissed. But the freaking retard shows no signs of remorse for all the people he frightened and inconvenienced.
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