Just you. You are the list cause.
Twice now you have disrespected our constitution that you gave sworn to obey.
“Let me give another anecdote bearing on the same subject. A Congressman went up to the White House one morning on business, and saw in the anteroom, always crowded with people in those days, an old man, crouched all alone in a corner, crying as if his heart would break. As such a sight was by no means uncommon, the Congressman passed into the Presidents room, transacted his business, and went away. The next morning he was obliged again to go to the White house, and he saw the same old man crying, as before, in the corner. He stopped, and said to him, Whats the matter with you, old man? The old man told him the story of his son; that he was a soldier in the Army of the James General Butlers army that he had been convicted by a court-martial of an outrageous crime and sentenced to be shot next week; and that his Congressman was so convinced of the convicted mans guilt that he would not intervene. Well, said Mr. Alley, I will take you into the Executive Chamber after I have finished my business, and you can tell Mr. Lincoln all about it. On being introduced into Mr. Lincolns presence, he was accosted with, Well, my old friend, what can I do for you to-day? The old man then repeated to Mr. Lincoln what he had already told the Congressman in the anteroom. A cloud of sorrow came over the Presidents face as he replied, I am sorry to say I can do nothing for you. Listen to this telegram received from General Butler yesterday: President Lincoln, I pray you not to interfere with the courts-martial of the army. You will destroy all discipline among our soldiers. B.F. Butler.
Every word of this dispatch seemed like the death-knell of despair to the old mans newly awakened hopes. Mr. Lincoln watched his grief for a minute, and then exclaimed, by jingo, Butler or not Butler, here goes! Writing a few words and handing them to the old man. The confidence created by Mr. Lincolns words broke down when he read Job Smith is not to be shot until further orders from me. ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
Why, said the old man, I thought it was to be a pardon; but you say, not to be shot till further orders, and you may order him to be shot next week. Mr. Lincoln smiled at the old mans fears, and replied, Well, my old friend, I see you are not very well acquainted with me. If your son never looks on death till further orders come from me to shot him, he will live to be a great deal older than Methuselah. 1”
The rules for engagement and the Geneva Convention were invented and published about 80 years after Lincoln was assassinated. I can’t disrespect our Constitution by quoting law and the GC. I gave you the places to read it throughout the thread.
If you all wish to go out on your own, with your own ideologies inconsistent with the law and the implementation of it without proof, I won’t call you anything or say you’re wrong in what you think. It just isn’t important enough for me to try to squelch your right to your opinion like many on this board have tried to do with me.
The only difference between all those and me is no one has bother to show me where I’m wrong . They’ve just called me names, insinuated I did something I didn’t, and questioned my emotions, my worth, and intelligence. It’s a real waste of my time if no one wishes to converse on an equal basis using proof of their information like I did. Merry Christmas all.
rwood