I have a story about great-grandpa that fits right in here, and seems to me would be an appropriate response to deal with this violent muslim pinko...
Mind you, great-grandpa never told me this story personally, it came from one of his neighbors who had by chance, also moved out of KY in the late 40's and lived in our local area where I grew up.
The story goes that back in those days of the 20's and 30's (and probably well before that if I had to guess), law enforcement in the hills was relatively sparse or non-existent.
As a solution of sorts, the locals would often form groups of trusted volunteers to help handle disputes and general anti-social behaviors that affected others in any negative fashion. This could be anything from theft to land disputes. They carried no actual legal authority, they were simply trusted to help in maintaining some sort of order, even though conflicts as I understand it were pretty rare events in the area.
The story in question ties in as I was told... apparently, one of the known local drunkards was pretty rough on his wife, and at one point, she showed up at church with some obvious signs that it had turned physical... she'd been beat up, and the makeup just wasn't enough to hide it.
Although everyone got the old "I fell down the stairs" or some other benign explanation, everyone knew what had happened as is with most of these cases.
This is where the regulating group was asked to intervene. Apparently, some nights later, they paid him a visit at his home. Delivered justly, was one severe application of switching... ie: they all took willow switches to his ass and tuned him up quite nicely, leaving him with the ability to still tend to his crops and livestock, but wishing he'd not gotten out of bed that morning.
And as the story was told to me, the abuse came to an abrupt end.
I can think of no better solution to the Kieth Ellison situation... maybe he needs a visit from the regulators in his area to explain the rules of life in a language even a dirty muslim can understand.
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I had forgotten to tie this in with what it has to do with my great-grandpa... he was actually part of the group at that time who gave this "gentleman" a visit that night. Grandpa was a very quiet man most days and never a braggart... he would never tell this story, which is how I got it from a third party.