Monday, May 01, 2006

In Lodi Terror Case, Intent Was the Clincher - Los Angeles Times:
SACRAMENTO ? "The government had no direct evidence. The confession was vague and even contradictory. And the statements about attacking American targets came only after heavy prompting from FBI interrogators.

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In his closing comments to the jury, Assistant U.S. Atty. Robert Tice-Raskin summed it up: 'Hamid Hayat had a jihadi heart and a jihadi mind.'

That was the clincher for the jury, which last week found him guilty of one count of providing material support to terrorists and three counts of lying to federal agents. He now faces up to 39 years in prison. "

2 comments:

post tot discrimina rerum said...

Well, I said it once and I'll say it again. Stalinism, anyone? Gulag? I'm sure it didn't start with 100,000 people just being shipped off to an area to which the rest of the population had no access.

post tot discrimina rerum said...

Oh, and "The Dream Police," (in lieu of a quote from Orwell) by cheap trick, lyrics:

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
The dream police, they?re coming to arrest me, oh no.

You know that talk is cheap, and those rumors ain?t nice.
And when I fall asleep I don?t think I?ll survive the night, the night.

?cause they?re waiting for me.
They?re looking for me.
Ev?ry single night they?re driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
(live inside of my head.)
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
(come to me in my bed.)
The dream police, they?re coming to arrest me, oh no.

Well, I can?t tell lies, ?cause they?re listening to me.
And when I fall asleep, bet they?re spying on me tonight, tonight.

?cause they?re waiting for me.
They?re looking for me.
Ev?ry single night they?re driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

I try to sleep, they?re wide awake, they won?t leave me alone.
They don?t get paid to take vacations, or let me alone.
They spy on me, I try to hide, they won?t let me alone.
They persecute me, they?re the judge and jury all in one.

?cause they?re waiting for me.
They?re looking for me.
Ev?ry single night they?re driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
The dream police, they?re coming to arrest me.