December 22, 2017

ISIS Thugs Threaten Christmas Attacks, Post Images of Beheaded Santa Claus

Kristin TateRebel Buzz Contributor

(WARNING: DISTURING IMAGE) 

ISIS extremists posted a chilling poster of a beheaded Santa Claus on Wednesday night, threatening to target families on Christmas. 

Other images posted by the extremists show jihadists outside of homes and shooting Christmas shoppers. 

It comes just hours after the terrorists issued a 17-point plan to help lone-wolf attackers to murder families in their homes, burn churches and derail trains over the festive period.

The new posters include the words ‘Soon in Christmas’, and include images of blood-soaked knives, bombs and shooters hidden within public spaces.

The renewed threats come just weeks after the terror group issued blood-curdling posters showing a heavily armed jihadi walking down a festively lit-up Oxford Street – London’s busiest shopping street.

Over the last year, radical Islamic terror has claimed countless lives around the globe and inspired attacks right here in America. Such attacks, which became increasingly more frequent during the Barack Obama Administration, caused many Americans to support President Donald Trump's proposed travel ban which would temporarily block immigration from terrorist-ridden nations. 

While liberal judges have blocked the travel ban, the majority of Americans support the ban.

How many more attacks need to happen here at home--and how many more people need to lose their lives--before we implement policies that will stop future massacres? 

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commented 2017-12-27 11:30:16 -0500
For you , Dan, and everyone else who values their freedom. Of course the courts can override it on a whim so the document is basically worthless but just the same it couldn’t hurt to have it on hand as it is the law of the land and is pretty straightforward.

http://laws-lois.justice.gc.ca/eng/Const/page-15.html#h-40
commented 2017-12-27 11:21:06 -0500
Have a printed copy of the charter and constitution with the relevant parts highlighted on hand to give to them. State that they will be sued under those provisions as will their bosses right up the chain of command.
commented 2017-12-27 09:36:19 -0500
AL PETERSON;
Yes, it sounds all too familiar…

I’d be lying if I said the RCMP’s intimidation tactics to shut me up didn’t intimidate me. As to whether they will shut me up…probably not. I’m not the kind of man who is willing to live on his knees!
I’m not sure what I’ll do if or when I see that SWAT team coming down my driveway, but fear – state induced or otherwise – can make people act without thinking too clearly…
commented 2017-12-26 23:46:09 -0500
Dan, this is for your consideration. Any of it sound familiar?

The Gulag Archipelago:

Arrest! Need it be said that it is a breaking point in your life, a bolt of lightning which has scored a
direct hit on you? That it is an unassimilable spiritual earthquake not every person can cope with, as
a result of which people often slip into insanity?

The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it. Each of us is a center of
the Universe, and that Universe is shattered when they hiss at you: "You are under arrest. "

If you are arrested, can anything else remain unshattered by this cataclysm?

But the darkened mind is incapable of embracing these displacements in our universe, and both the
most sophisticated and the veriest simpleton among us, drawing on all life’s experience, can gasp out
only: “Me? What for?”

And this is a question which, though repeated millions and millions of times before, has yet to
receive an answer.

Arrest is an instantaneous, shattering thrust, expulsion, somersault from one state into another.

We have been happily borne — or perhaps have unhappily dragged our weary way — down the long
and crooked streets of our lives, past all kinds of walls and fences made of rotting wood, rammed
earth, brick, concrete, iron railings. We have never given a thought to what lies behind them. We
have never tried to penetrate them with our vision or our understanding. But there is where the Gulag
country begins, right next to us, two yards away from us. In addition, we have failed to notice an
enormous number of closely fitted, well-disguised doors and gates in these fences. All those gates
were prepared for us, every last one! And all of a sudden the fateful gate swings quickly open, and
four white male hands, unaccustomed to physical labor but nonetheless strong and tenacious, grab us
by the leg, arm, collar, cap, ear, and drag us in like a sack, and the gate behind us, the gate to our past
Ufe, is slammed shut once and for all.

That’s all there is to it! You are arrested!

And you’ll find nothing better to respond with than a lamblike bleat: “Me? What for?”

That’s what arrest is: it’s a blinding flash and a blow which shifts the present instantly into the past
and the impossible into omnipotent actuality.

That’s all. And neither for the first hour nor for the first day will you be able to grasp anything else.

Except that in your desperation the fake circus moon will blink at you: “It’s a mistake! They’ll set
things right!”

And everything which is by now comprised in the traditional, even literary, image of an arrest will
pile up and take shape, not in your own disordered memory, but in what your family and your
neighbors in your apartment remember: The sharp night-time ring or the rude knock at the door. The

insolent entrance of the unwiped jackboots of the unsleeping State Security operatives. The
frightened and cowed civilian witness at their backs. (And what function does this civilian witness
serve? The victim doesn’t even dare think about it and the operatives don’t remember, but that’s what
the regulations call for, and so he has to sit there all night long and sign in the morning.

[The regulation, purposeless in itself, derives, N.M. recalls, from that strange time when the citizenry
not only was supposed to but actually dared to verify the actions of the police.]

For the witness, jerked from his bed, it is torture too — to go out night after night to help arrest his
own neighbors and acquaintances.)

The traditional image of arrest is also trembling hands packing for the victim — a change of
underwear, a piece of soap, something to eat; and no one knows what is needed, what is permitted,
what clothes are best to wear; and the Security agents keep interrupting and hurrying you:

“You don’t need anything. They’ll feed you there. It’s warm there.” (It’s all lies. They keep hurrying
you to frighten you.)

The traditional image of arrest is also what happens afterward, when the poor victim has been taken
away. It is an alien, brutal, and crushing force totally dominating the apartment for hours on end, a
breaking, ripping open, pulling from the walls, emptying things from wardrobes and desks onto the
floor, shaking, dumping out, and ripping apart — piling up mountains of litter on the floor — and the
crunch of things being trampled beneath jackboots. And nothing is sacred in a search! During the
arrest of the locomotive engineer Inoshin, a tiny coffin stood in his room containing the body of his
newly dead child. The “jurists” dumped the child’s body out of the coffin and searched it. They shake
sick people out of their sickbeds, and they unwind bandages to search beneath them.

The kind of night arrest described is, in fact, a favorite, because it has important advantages.
Everyone living in the apartment is thrown into a state of terror by the first knock at the door. The
arrested person is torn from the warmth of his bed. He is in a daze, half-asleep, helpless, and his
judgment is befogged. In a night arrest the State Security men have a superiority in numbers; there
are many of them, armed, against one person who hasn’t even finished buttoning his trousers. During
the arrest and search it is highly improbable that a crowd of potential supporters will gather at the
entrance. The unhurried, step-by-step visits, first to one apartment, then to another, tomorrow to a
third and a fourth, provide an opportunity for the Security operations personnel to be deployed with
the maximum efficiency and to imprison many more citizens of a given town than the police force
itself numbers.

In addition, there’s an advantage to night arrests in that neither the people in neighboring apartment
houses nor those on the city streets can see how many have been taken away. Arrests which frighten
the closest neighbors are no event at all to those farther away. It’s as if they had not taken place.
Along that same asphalt ribbon on which the Black Marias scurry at night, a tribe of youngsters
strides by day with banners, flowers, and gay, untroubled songs.

But those who take, whose work consists solely of arrests, for whom the horror is boringly repetitive,
have a much broader understanding of how arrests operate. They operate according to a large body
of theory, and innocence must not lead one to ignore this. The science of arrest is an important
segment of the course on general penology and has been propped up with a substantial body of social
theory. Arrests are classified according to various criteria: nighttime and daytime; at home, at work,
during a journey; first-time arrests and repeats; individual and group arrests. Arrests are
distinguished by the degree of surprise required, the amount of resistance expected (even though in
tens of millions of cases no resistance was expected and in fact there was none). Arrests are also
differentiated by the thoroughness of the required search;by instructions either to make out or not to
make out an inventory of confiscated property or seal a room or apartment; to arrest the wife after
the husband and send the children to an orphanage, or to send the rest of the family into exile, or to
send the old folks to a labor camp too.

For several decades political arrests were distinguished in our country precisely by the fact that
people were arrested who were guilty of nothing and were therefore unprepared to put up any
resistance whatsoever. There was a general feeling of being destined for destruction, a sense of
having nowhere to escape from the GPU-NKVD (which, incidentally, given our internal passport
system, was quite accurate). And even in the fever of epidemic arrests, when people leaving for work
said farewell to their families every day, because they could not be certain they would return at
night, even then almost no one tried to run away and only in rare cases did people commit suicide.
And that was exactly what was required. A submissive sheep is a find for a wolf.

This submissiveness was also due to ignorance of the mechanics of epidemic arrests. By and large,
the Organs had no profound reasons for their choice of whom to arrest and whom not to arrest. They
merely had over-all assignments, quotas for a specific number of arrests. These quotas might be
filled on an orderly basis or wholly arbitrarily. In 1937 a woman came to the reception room of the
Novocherkassk NKVD to ask what she should do about the unfed unweaned infant of a neighbor
who had been arrested. They said: “Sit down, we’ll find out.” She sat there for two hours —
whereupon they took her and tossed her into a cell. They had a total plan which had to be fulfilled in
a hurry, and there was no one available to send out into the city — and here was this woman already
in their hands!

Since you aren’t guilty, then how can they arrest you? It’s a
mistake! They are already dragging you along by the collar, and you still keep on exclaiming to
yourself: “It’s a mistake! They’ll set things straight and let me out!” Others are being arrested en
masse, and that’s a bothersome fact, but in those other cases there is always some dark area: “Maybe
he was guilty . . . ?” But as for you, you are obviously innocent! You still believe that the Organs are
humanly logical institutions: they will set things straight and let you out.

Why, then, should you run away? And how can you resist right then? After all, you’ll only make
your situation worse; you’ll make it more difficult for them to sort out the mistake. And it isn’t just
that you don’t put up any resistance; you even walk down the stairs on tiptoe, as you are ordered to
do, so your neighbors won’t hear.

[And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every
Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he
would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for
example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there
in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the
staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs
hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?
After all, you knew ahead of time that those bluecaps were out at night for no good purpose. And
you could be sure ahead of time that you’d be cracking the skull of a cutthroat. Or what about the
Black Maria sitting out there on the street with one lonely chauffeur — what if it had been driven off
or its tires spiked? The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport
and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt!
commented 2017-12-24 16:14:40 -0500
Dan Mancuso..Did you notify Friends..Neighbors..Family etc.. My opinion is to inform as many as you can on what happened..
commented 2017-12-24 15:12:22 -0500
Dan, I definitely would find it disconcerting too.
“This can’t be happening….Not in Canada” is something we will be saying a lot….the regime is dialing up it’s efforts to eradicate free speech & punish those who don’t believe the lies!
commented 2017-12-24 14:48:06 -0500
TAMMIE PUTINSKI-ZANDBELT commented 2017-12-23 21:54:44 -0500
Dan Mancuso, yesterday’s visit was to intimidate you…I’m sure the RCMP were nicer than the Gestapo, but, they received their orders and complied! Trudeau’s totalitarian regime is just getting started.

I must say…it is a little disconcerting to see it in black and white like that.
Words like: ‘This can’t be happening.’ come to mind…
Not in Canada!
commented 2017-12-24 10:54:19 -0500
Further evidence that:
Allah is Satan and Mohammed is his prophet.
commented 2017-12-24 00:37:03 -0500
Islam is a cancer on humanity. It must removed.
commented 2017-12-23 21:54:44 -0500
Dan Mancuso, yesterday’s visit was to intimidate you…I’m sure the RCMP were nicer than the Gestapo, but, they received their orders and complied! Trudeau’s totalitarian regime is just getting started.
commented 2017-12-23 21:39:55 -0500
It’s also a part of history the Johnny Horton tune..I’m looking into it further while the info is still available..ya know…trudeau and his lovers want to erase history and all….
commented 2017-12-23 21:34:44 -0500
This one is for trudeau and the trudeau lovers..

It’s a great song isn’t? Will trudeau raid my home for liking it? Or raid my home for dedicating it to him and his lovers? When will the madness/insanity stop from trudeau and his band of goofs??

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two-three, with a-one-two-three)

We looked down a river
(Hut-two)
And we see’d the British come
(Three-four)
And there must have been a hundred of’em
(Hut-two)
Beatin’ on the drums
(Three-four)
They stepped so high
(Hut-two)
And they made their bugles ring
(Three-four)
We stood by our cotton bales
(Hut-two)
And didn’t say a thing
(Two-three-four)

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said we could take ‘em by surprise
(One-hut, two-three-four)
If we didn’t fire our muskets
(One-hut, two-three-four)
‘Till we looked ’em in the eye
(One-hut, two-three-four)
We held our fire
(Hut, two-three-four)
’Till we see’d their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
And really gave ’em – well we

Fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
(One-hup-two)
And they ran through the brambles
(Hup-two-three-four)
And they ran through the bushes
(Hup-two)
Where the rabbit couldn’t go
(Hup-two-three-four)
They ran so fast
(Hup-two)
That the hounds couldn’t catch ’em
(One-two-three-four)
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two, hup-two-three-four)

We fired our cannon ’til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
(Hup-one-two)
And they ran through the brambles
(One-two-three-four)
And they ran through the bushes
(Hup-two)
Where the rabbit couldn’t go
(Hup-two-three-four)
They ran so fast
(Hup-two)
That the hounds couldn’t catch ’em
(One-two-three-four)
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two, hup-two-three-four)

Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Hut-two-three-four.
commented 2017-12-23 21:20:12 -0500
Interesting.
After my…experience…with the state’s representatives yesterday, I’ve been looking at mine and other commenters, comments a little differently. Thinking, ‘tone it down’, don’t use those words’, ’don’t be adamant’, ya know, a cowed, afraid-of-that-4:00 am-door-kicked-in-visit-by-the-state-for-using-words eventuality , even afraid of another 2:00 pm ‘visit’…whatever.
FTS!

NOW HEAR THIS!

IF WE DON’T ERADICATE ISLAM
ISLAM HAS PROMISED TO ERADICATE US!
see the Koran

And fuck you and your multi-cult, so-called Hate Crimes BS, you assholes! I got rights!
commented 2017-12-23 12:05:45 -0500
Terror tactics historically are done by the weaker side. They are simply unable to win on the battle field even when they have numerical advantage so they resort to these cowardly acts. It wont take a miracle to stop the march Terry. History is already repeating itself. The ordinary people of the EU are seeing that this mass “immigration” is not working as advertised. The swing in voting will see the leftarded removed from power. Then the purge can begin. This is how the public in the UK feel about mass immigration.

Recent polls on immigration
Public Opinion & Voting: MW 361
1. Concern about Immigration…

76% want immigration reduced, 4% wanted it increased. 14% want it unchanged.1
50% chose immigration as the most important issue facing them and their family – higher than the economy (46%) and the Health Service (42%). Immigration has led or tied this poll for the past year. This sentiment is all through Europe. Have you heard any politician representing this view? Then they wonder why new parties form that represent the people. Another Charles Martel will rise to power and history will repeat itself.
commented 2017-12-23 11:26:04 -0500
Ramadan violence is predictable, and yet, Western media; politicians; moderate muslims and apologists continue to tell the public these attacks have nothing to do with Islam.

Excellent commentary by David Wood
Ramadan Bombathon 2017: Five Takeaways (David Wood)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ohn3qL1Vz34
commented 2017-12-23 08:16:34 -0500
Stephen E. ; I fear it will come come to that. Sadly, nothing short of a miracle will stop the march of Islam if we don’t take strong measures.
commented 2017-12-23 06:38:07 -0500
Now they want to behead fictional characters. What next: Mickey and Minnie Mouse?

During Ramadan, wouldn’t it be befitting if there was an internet campaign showing a beheaded Mohammed. How about a few of the top Hizbollah, Fatah, Islamic Jihad, and other such lovely group’s leaders being beheaded?

I know, during Ramadan have a cartoon of a stuffed and baked Mohammed lying on a tray with an apple in his mouth. Oooh, that will get their (pardon the expression) goat.

I’m certain a massive mailing and sharing of mailings with photos of ISIS soldiers (aka rapists, murders, butchers, sex trade runners, perverts, sadists, et cetera) lying dead in the streets with a caption of, “The only good Muslim terrorists is a dead Muslim terrorist” might get their goat. Maybe get them to understand that they, too, can be and will be a target.
commented 2017-12-23 03:20:17 -0500
Rob Greely that is why i will have no sympathy when MSM is being attacked in the future, i will just laugh at their stupidity.
commented 2017-12-23 00:44:37 -0500
They will be first in line for Canadian citizenship for Trudeau and his Islamic terrorist Cabinet ……bring on the $10.5 million cheques !
commented 2017-12-22 22:45:39 -0500
Do any of you trudeau lovers know any history? Do you study history?? People who don’t learn from their mistakes/history are doomed…………………
commented 2017-12-22 21:59:08 -0500
Are you trudeau lovers triggered yet?
commented 2017-12-22 21:48:51 -0500
This one is for all you trudeau lovers..

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two-three, with a-one-two-three)

We looked down a river
(Hut-two)
And we see’d the British come
(Three-four)
And there must have been a hundred of’em
(Hut-two)
Beatin’ on the drums
(Three-four)
They stepped so high
(Hut-two)
And they made their bugles ring
(Three-four)
We stood by our cotton bales
(Hut-two)
And didn’t say a thing
(Two-three-four)

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said we could take ‘em by surprise
(One-hut, two-three-four)
If we didn’t fire our muskets
(One-hut, two-three-four)
‘Till we looked ’em in the eye
(One-hut, two-three-four)
We held our fire
(Hut, two-three-four)
’Till we see’d their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
And really gave ’em – well we

Fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
(One-hup-two)
And they ran through the brambles
(Hup-two-three-four)
And they ran through the bushes
(Hup-two)
Where the rabbit couldn’t go
(Hup-two-three-four)
They ran so fast
(Hup-two)
That the hounds couldn’t catch ’em
(One-two-three-four)
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two, hup-two-three-four)

We fired our cannon ’til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
(Hup-one-two)
And they ran through the brambles
(One-two-three-four)
And they ran through the bushes
(Hup-two)
Where the rabbit couldn’t go
(Hup-two-three-four)
They ran so fast
(Hup-two)
That the hounds couldn’t catch ’em
(One-two-three-four)
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two, hup-two-three-four)

Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Hut-two-three-four.

~
commented 2017-12-22 20:36:51 -0500
If you desire a reaction from the MSM and the Trudites. If you want to see multiple Police Forces, driving around in circles, sirens screaming. If you want to see the idiot Trud PM CA, having a hairy fit. Go out and BURN DOWN A STINKING MOSQUE.
commented 2017-12-22 20:12:47 -0500
A Rebel Fan; Nobody bothers them during Ramadan because they’re already in the red zone. How different their beheading pedophile prophet is from our kind gentle Jesus.
commented 2017-12-22 19:52:06 -0500
Liza, seeing Trudeau is not accepting bribes this Christmas and is staying at home, perhaps he can host a halal dinner for his favoured ISIS terrorists. A word to the wise, ask the nannies to the take the children out during the festivities. I’m sure Margaret and Sophie will have no problem rocking a hijab!
commented 2017-12-22 19:46:21 -0500
FBI Arrests California Man for Plotting Christmas Jihad Attack with Truck, Guns, and Bombs

Another goofball liberalist..trudeau will probably fight tooth and his feminist nail to free him and give him 10.5 million of Canadians hard earned money to him and say he just needs poetry classes…
commented 2017-12-22 19:17:14 -0500
They are not shy about sharing their warm intentions for us this blessed Christmas season are they? I’m sure they are not being literal, they are just cranky because we haven’t been nice enough to them. We need to do more Canada, share the love, isn’t that what our dear leader asks of us?
We’ll try harder to accept your ISIS terrorists Justin.
Have a terrorist over for Christmas dinner Rebels. It’s the Christian thing to do.
commented 2017-12-22 18:47:45 -0500
Remember holly weird goof ball female so called comic showed a fake Mr. President Trumps severed head..nothing from the msm..NOTHING!!!!!!! cbc and Canadian msm…YOU!..YES YOU!! are just as bad and vile as trudeau and any Politician or Voter that supports trudeau and his agenda!!!!!!
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