Monday, January 16, 2012

The Upcoming Race Riots

The last, notable, race riot that comes to mind follows the antics of a gentleman known as Rodney King.

What sparked the riots were, in the way I see things, dependent upon a video tape showing Los Angeles policemen using force to control a situation created by Mr. King and his buds.

I'm an old guy.

Not only do I remember the Watts Riots and the Harlem Riots, all of these riots have a single, common thread. Police.

Add in the Detroit Riot of 1967, and you have a perfect trifecta. Cops, cops, cops. Cops are pigs. So, riots are okay, since, well, cops are pigs.

Our President is going to lose his office this coming election. The numbers are too large. A President who doesn't have a clue about the role an executive must play is on dicey ground; just re-visit the tenure of 39. Jimmah was clueless, but driven by a combination of Baptist zeal, but a repugnance of the dominant politics of the period, the Republicans. I don't think that a review of the media and Left establishment of the time will be helpful, since too many of us have failed to put on the wall any of the trenchant facts that led to the break-in of Larry O'Brien's office at Watergate. The kicker to all this has been the re-deification of Republican turncoat, John Dean. You probably don't remember the Watergate hearings, but trust me, Mo Dean captured the dicks of any male alive in the world. I mean, duh.

(Credit to some Asian guy.)

So, you've a situation when the entire apparatus of media, politics, the intelligentsia (read college professors and public school teachers) see the inherent wrongness of one crime, and fail to ask the question, why?

Why would anyone attempt the break-in of an office in downtown Washington, D.C.? To the guys who were involved in the break-in, the answer was easy. The corruption of the Democrat Party didn't begin out of thin air. By the 1960's, the Democrat Party really was a pimp organization. So, when Republican counsel John Dean got his dick in a wringer over Mo Binder, there was never a question over how he would flip. I mean, come on; look at her. Her background? Who was she living with before becoming the amusingly Mrs. Dean? Do any of you question whether or not there is a Mob? Are there unions? Didn't you watch On The Waterfront

Bob Woodward. Deepthroat. These are iconoclastic names. But, did anyone, ever, tell you that Bob Woodward was in the Navy, serving in the White House, at the time these alleged crimes took place? Did anyone, ever, talk to you about his serving Admiral Moorer? Of course not. Nor did they talk about Mo Binder's past. 

A lot of water has passed under the bridge, since 1973. A lot of it has been good. We've had some healing attempted by President Ford. We had a moment, under President Ronald Reagan, where we returned to the fundamentals of America. We've had questionable periods, under Presidents Bush and Bush. (I will tell you, I'm a big fan of 41. I believe that we are a part of his Thousand Points of Light. He shouldn't have broken his pledge.)

Burn, baby, burn. A theme recently echoed by Occupy Oakland. Testing the waters. Do you believe that the Van Joneses of America will allow the failure to re-elect the President to go unnoticed? Will they accept the peaceful election of someone other than President Obama to go unnoticed? Will the unions, the environmentalists, the animal rights activists, the violent Left, allow us to elect anybody but Obama?

No one wants to contemplate the eruption of violence that has been hinted at by our current President. No one wants to contemplate the violence being advocated by the Occupy Movement. No one wants to contemplate the anemic response our largest cities mayors have had, in the face of the Occupy Movement. No one wants to contemplate the thuggery of the Left.

Why is that?

There are racialist attacks happening all over the country. It is happening now, and it's happening today. Check the major cities' newspapers. Check the Oregonian. People are getting beaten up because they are of a different colour than the victim. Have you heard of it? No. Newspapers aren't reporting the basics. Radio and television stations don't report the facts. There is increasing violence against persons of different colours, creeds and religions, but we don't get the facts. Why is that?

I think it is because, it's hard to write that the oppressed in this country are becoming the oppressors. That simple liberty and freedom are easy to discard, when the promise of social justice is at hand. The anger of the oppressed is understandable. The victimization of normal is to be expected. The normal is oppressive.

Don't you get it?

What value does law have, if it only serves to serve the status quo?

Don't you get it?

This is the line being drawn. Either to serve the status quo, or to destroy the status quo. Or didn't you actually read any of the OWS literature?

The stage is being set.


All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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