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Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office                                              To the I.C.E. Gangs           In the dock…slumped in their seats fidgeting nervously…           They seemed to be a drab assortment of mediocrities. It            seemed difficult to grasp that such men…had wielded such            monstrous power…    -William L. Shirer, *The Rise and Fall of the Third ***** p. 1142 When this is over, we will not come for you - But good and faithful servants of our laws With warrants, in uniform, in marked cars Not hiding behind masks –                                                       they will come for you
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 9:56 AM UTC
To the I.C.E. Gangs
Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office                                              To the I.C.E. Gangs           In the dock…slumped in their seats fidgeting nervously…           They seemed to be a drab assortment of mediocrities. It            seemed difficult to grasp that such men…had wielded such            monstrous power…    -William L. Shirer, *The Rise and Fall of the Third ***** p. 1142 When this is over, we will not come for you - But good and faithful servants of our laws With warrants, in uniform, in marked cars Not hiding behind masks –                                                       they will come for you
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 9:56 AM UTC
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