NYC now has a ban on saying “illegal alien”

So using the same phrase that appears all through Title 8 of federal law to identify an illegal alien in New York City can now land you in hot water. And if you inform the illegal alien that you are going to report their unlawful presence in the country to Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), not only will the police not assist the feds in taking the illegal into custody, but they may be dispatched to take you in if the person files a complaint.

I would just blast Genesis from my sound system! (better download this before it’s banned…)

Source: NYC now has a ban on saying “illegal alien”

Yes – Wonderous Stories (Official Music Video)

I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You’re close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,

Mark Knopfler – Cleaning My Gun (Promo Video) OFFICIAL

I keep a weather eye on the horizon, back to the wall
I like to know who’s coming through the door, that’s all
It’s the old Army training, kickin’ in
I’m not complaining, It’s the world we live in

Blarney and Malarkey, they’re a devious firm
They’ll take you to the cleaners, or let you burn
The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen — thanks a lot
We hired the worst dishwasher This place ever got

Comin’ in below the radar, they want to spoil our fun…
In the meantime, I’m cleaning my gun

Remember it got so cold ice froze up the tank
We lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank
Keep a weather eye on the horizon, tap the storm glass now and then
We got a case of Old Damnation For when you get here my friend

We can have ourselves a party before they come…
In the meantime, I’m cleaning my gun

We had women and a mirror ball, we had a DJ
We used to eat pretty much all came this way
Ever since the goons came in took apart the place
I keep a tire iron in the corner just in case

Gave you a magic bullet on a little chain
Keep you safe from the chilly winds and the howl of the rain
We’re gonna might need bullets, should we get stuck
Any which way, we’re gonna need a little luck

You can still get gas in heaven and drink in kingdom come…
In the meantime, I’m cleaning my gun