FERGUSON, Missouri:
No, I've never actually (I hate that useless throw-in word, actually,
yet today I can't seem to resist its charm. . .) been to Missouri, but as a kid
growing up in New York there was an occasion when I and a cousin were almost
kidnapped by some folks whose car displayed Missouri license plates. Actually, I've been meaning to tell that story here,
but that’s for another time.
Hoo-boy, I'm accustomed
to films of UFOs introduced publicly, occasions where the darned things are
barely rewound on the reel before debunkers and skeptics shout,
"FRAUD!" Of course, I'm
speaking of years gone by when film was film and there was no such thing as
digital magic or photo-shop tactics which easily make the unreal seem
crystal-clear real.
And now there's
videotape and digital photography, and currently there's a camera in a Ferguson
convenience store which appears to have captured a few shocking seconds of
something that wasn't digitally altered -- a 6'4", 300 lb., 18-year-old
young man who allegedly strong-arms and shoves a shop owner as he and an
accomplice abscond with stolen cigars.
Quick release of the shop video did not assassinate
the character of Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown
seemingly assassinated his own character by allowing the camera to perform
exactly the duty it was installed to accomplish, and until the end of time Mr.
Brown will be depicted rightfully as a thug and little more. He made the choice in life, and death itself
is always charged with pounding the final nail into the poster of one’s eternal
reputation.
There's never an
excuse for criminally putting one's hands on a store clerk or owner, and ditto
for threats using guns or knives. In
fact, I think we're very close to a time when any and all robbers, aged eight
to 80, who use strong-arm or weapon tactics might be executed on the spot by
robotics before they can even exit a store, should they not submit to waiting
for police. When video evidence clearly
demonstrates case closed, there's little more to be said in the
courtroom in a digital era increasingly used to confirm or rule out crimes.
Turns out that
the 300 lb. store bully and strong-arm thug is alleged to indeed be 18-year-old
Michael Brown, previously described by various sources as virtue's paragon, a
"gentle giant" among young men, squeaky-clean enough to begin college
soon. But Michael Brown, for reasons
still under investigation, was shot dead by the -- reportedly -- severely
beaten-up police officer Wilson, he and his family now in hiding, as the rabid
purveyors of social justice persist in attempting to trump the official
investigation while they pour into Missouri from rat holes unknown.
Why not bring in one or two active street thugs
protesting the loudest about a cover-up and allow them to observe every detail
of the Federal investigation, so when all is said and done they will no longer
be able to blather about a cover-up?
Of course, the
usual suspects, many of them out-of-towners, rushed to the scene, so concerned
with the tragedy that fires must be set and stores must be looted. Among those
who wished to protest peacefully appeared the violent who acted out, putting
everybody's life at risk. Seems rather
obvious that store owners shot and killed no one, but they had to be held
responsible by human street trash and rodents in waiting who, just as the
Democrats say a good crisis should never go to waste, knew the moment had
arrived to rob stores blind. A tire
merchant alone reportedly lost $100,000 in inventory to those who entertain a
remarkable ability to lower themselves to some pathetically vermin-like status
in the blink of an eye.
From hell they came, from California, from New York,
from every nook and cranny where hatred,, reverse racial prejudice and
race-based insanity flourish like bugs from the family Pentatomoidea. With a single mind they crawled into town, so
blind with a lifetime of rage and poor choices that any chance of rational
thinking or even a remote idea of what justice really means escapes them today
and will escape them tomorrow. Too
intent and too stupid they are to realize their own irrelevance, even as
violence is encouraged, fires burn and windows break. It isn’t that they have nothing, it’s that
they are nothing.
Will protestors
and rioters be happy when local businesses close forever, rare jobs disappear
and shop owners escape, never to return?
Then again, since a large number of violent protestors are known to be
outsiders, why would they care?
The
initial autopsy confirms at least six bullets, all entering from the front,
and some witness testimony claims Brown rushed the officer, who then fired
multiple times. Initial lab reports
suggest Brown had used marijuana before his death.
Who wants to be
a cop anymore? Serve and protect
what? Who? For the frantic mobs to blame all for the
actions of one as riot city ensues is just stupid. The street vaudeville of worthless lowlifes. Is one police officer culpable for what may
turn out to be a murder? We don't yet
know, though evidence in support of
the officer is allegedly dribbling in per multiple witness reports. At any rate, calm heads will wait for the
truth. Irrational heads, incapable of
knowing or caring about facts, will not.
It's the sexiness of anarchy, a drug of choice for the powerless who want
that special high, no matter the cost to a society. That the locust carnival momentarily takes
place in a town called Ferguson matters not a whit, because the familiar sideshow
attraction of Sharpton & Jackson has come to fill a tent that might best be
left empty.
The New Black Panthers stir the crowds into
a frenzy, chanting death to officer Wilson.
Who will want to work in law enforcement with this as wallpaper? That wallpaper has an interesting pattern, by
the way. The Panthers survive on hatred
of white people, while La Raza (“The
Race”) and its sisters feel much the same, when it comes to who’s who in
America. The cops hover somewhere in the
middle as whipping boys.
Perhaps a federal law can be passed in the spirit of
employing interpreters in police departments, except, under mandate, when
somebody badly needs shooting the call will go out to bring in officers of
similar color or race to pull the trigger.
The Molotov
cocktails fly like bullets as some decry militarization of the police. Good point, we never expected to see law
enforcement armed to the teeth -- then again, if you have disturbed human
beings trying to light you on fire, what's the choice? Did you ever work with 2nd and 3rd degree
burn patients? I have, and it's no fun
for either patients or medical staff, especially when weeks or months of work
result in death by infection, or maybe suicide accomplished by the suffering,
who tolerate neither pain nor scars.
Meanwhile,
government officials from coast to coast condemn law enforcement for
"playing G.I. Joe" on the battlefield sprouting in Ferguson -- the
same gov folks who fully supported weaponization of the EPA, Dept. of
Agriculture and other supposedly (until now) benign agencies. Oh, and don't forget all those bullets the
Obama Admin. bought which can only be used within the USA. Used on who?
Democrat
Governor Jay Nixon, in the meantime, milksops his way through this, allowing
hecklers and morons to speak over him, instead of taking charge and telling the
loudmouths to shut the hell up and respect his right to speak as he attempts to
respect theirs. How many days had to
pass by before leaderless leader Nixon did the right thing and called in the
National Guard?
Yeah, that cop, man, that poor bastard’s gonna be
sentenced to attending sensitivity training for the rest of his life if found
innocent, just to make sure he remembers.
Maybe hot-headed
folk acting out in Ferguson would just prefer to turn law enforcement over to
the always verbose, perpetually entertaining
New Black Panthers and
forego official investigations altogether when troubling incidents occur. Why look for cool heads when chaos can endure
and free stuff may be obtained with effort no more strenuous than busting
storefront windows?
Over the weekend
I caught an episode of the old Batman
TV series (Batman, Star Trek, Lost in Space -- it's all
the same bad science to me. . .), and thought instantly of the Ferguson
Follies when Gotham City cops dispatched an
Anti-Lunatic Squad
van. What holds more promise than
an anti-lunatic response when people go stark-raving bonkers nuts in the
streets, not only refusing to wait for the results of an albeit serious
investigation, but getting even angrier because a video surfaces showing the
victim up for what he apparently was, and not the clean-cut fantasy some folks
conjured up to precipitate media tears.
When
investigations conclude, the usual street thugs will care not about the
results. They aren’t in town about a
young man’s death, not really.
We look upon the
streets of Ferguson and ask: Is this the
dream of Martin Luther King? Riots,
thieves, violence? Where is black
leadership? Surely, after all these
decades, there's somebody more current and take-charge than the laughable
Sharpton. Surely, help won't come from
congressional members such as Sheila Jackson Lee, who once told us publicly
that the astronauts had planted an American flag on Mars when they visited the
planet. Surely, if black leadership was
serious about its task, black youth would be exposed to successful notables
such as Dr. Ben Carson, Col. Allen West and Sen. Tim Scott -- as opposed to the
foul-mouthed, mind-paralyzing rapper of the day who offers nothing but a future
of failure, as his own music predictably disappears into infinity's trash
basket.
Where are the
charming progressive Democrats who spent years and big money destroying cities
all over the country? They aren't about
to dive into this whirlpool, because then they would have to assume the blame.
Word has it that police officer Wilson was beat pretty badly, even involving the bone structure around an eye. One wonders how much sympathy those photos will summon, unless he happened to be robbing and thuggin' around in a shop when they were taken. Which he was not.
Um, nice that
Attorney General Eric Holder sent in the Feds and insisted upon yet a third
autopsy, but -- where is the president on this, aside from a little speech here
and there? Shouldn't he be sitting by the
fireside 24/7 to calm this mess down?
Maybe visit the town? Or. . .
Or maybe the
angry folks in Ferguson need to put down their Molotov cocktails and other weapons and take a second, third or fourth really, really good
look at their hero / former hero, Barack Obama. Remember him? He golfs, vacations and does other
stuff. But, hey, move in closer,
readers, particularly if you call yourself, as some say, African-Americans. Closer. . .closer. . .
Psst! Hey, while the throngs are out there raising
hell in Ferguson, there's a really, really good chance that Mr. Obama and his
lovely political machine will do
everything he can do to make border-jumping illegal aliens just as legal as you
folks. That means less jobs for
African-Americans and their kids, a situation already catastrophic under this
Administration. Don't think the events
in Missouri don't present the perfect opportunity for Obama to Get 'er Done,
because, again, the working motto is never let a good crisis go to waste. Interpretation? You minority-type folks invading Ferguson,
keep doing what you're doing, keep the media and police busy, and while
nobody's noticing, a non-stop parade of instant Americans trampling the
Southern border, ready and willing to take your jobs, your children's jobs and
your public assistance payments, is being welcomed by the Hope & Change
faithful and other communists -- even as you sweat or bleed in the
streets. Cops and corpses aside, that’s
some great deal for you, eh?
