Trump May Name Kris Kobach New Immigration CzarThe real agenda: 2020 vote suppression
When the young Kris Kobach created a computer system for the Department of Homeland Security that secretly tracked
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18 Missing Inches in New Orleans
The Department of Homeland Security, after a five-year hunt for Osama, finally brought charges against… Greg Palast.
As America crawled toward the fifth anniversary of the September 11 attack, Homeland Security charged me and my US producer Matt Pascarella with violating the anti-terror laws. Don’t you feel safer?
And I confess: we’re guilty.
Off the Rails: Big Oil, Big Brother Win Big in the State of the Union
Tuesday, 23 January, 2007
There was that tongue again. When the President lies he’s got this weird nervous tick: He sticks the tip of his tongue out between his lips. Like a little boy who knows he’s fibbing. Like a snake licking a rat.
In his State of the Union tonight the President did his tongue thing 124 times — my kids kept count.
Exxon-erated! Palast Escapes Clutches of Homeland Security
HUFFINGTON POST- EAT THE PRESS | Scott Thill
Good news from the edge of reality: Exxon has changed its mind. It was only days ago that they were employing the help of their subsidiary known as the Department of Homeland Security to put a Gitmo scare into Greg Palast and Matt Pascarella for filming the oil powerhouse’s Baton Rouge refinery — and about a thousand Katrina refugees being held behind barbed wire near it
Reporter Palast Slips Clutches of Homeland Security
September 14th, 2006
Forget the orange suit. Exxon Mobil Corporation, which admits it was behind the criminal complaint brought by Homeland Security against me and television producer Matt Pascarella, has informed me that the oil company will no longer push charges that Pascarella and I threatened “critical infrastructure.”
The allegedly criminal act, which put us on the wrong side of post-9/11 anti-terror law, was our filming of Exxon’s Baton Rouge refinery where, nearby, 1,600 survivors of Hurricane Katrina remain interned behind barbed wire.
Palast Charged With Journalism in The First Degree
September 11, 2006
It’s true. It’s weird. It’s nuts. The Department of Homeland Security, after a five-year hunt for Osama, has finally brought charges against… Greg Palast. I kid you not. Send your cakes with files to the Air America wing at Guantanamo.
Though not just yet. Fatherland Security has informed me that television producer Matt Pascarella and I have been charged with unauthorized filming of a “critical national security structure” in Louisiana.
So, Osama Walks into This Bar, See?
Excerpted from Armed Madhouse
So, Osama Walks into This Bar, See? and Bush says, “Whad’l’ya have, pardner?” and Osama says…
But wait a minute. I’d better shut my mouth. The sign here in the airport says, “Security is no joking matter.” But if security’s no joking matter, why does this guy dressed in a high-school marching band outfit tell me to dump my Frappuccino and take off my shoes? All I can say is, Thank the Lord the “shoe bomber” didn’t carry Semtex in his underpants.
The Spies Who Shag Us
I know you’re shocked — SHOCKED! — that George Bush is listening in on all your phone calls. Without a warrant. That’s nothing. And it’s not news. This is: the snooping into your phone bill is just the snout of the pig of a strange, lucrative link-up between the Administration’s Homeland Security spy network and private companies operating beyond the reach of the laws meant to protect us from our government. You can call it the privatization of the FBI — though it is better described as the creation of a private KGB.
President Declares "Ownership Society"
Tells Convention He’s Ordered Invasion of Social Security Trust Fund
New York – Of all the bone-headed, whacky, breathtakingly threatening schemes George W. Bush is trying to sell us in his acceptance speech tonight is something he and his handlers call, “the Ownership Society.” Sounds cool, “ownership.” Everyone gets a piece of the action. Everyone’s a winner as the economy zooms. All boats rise.
