The press this week has been so removed as to be from a different planet. They’re getting the vapors over Ferguson. They made Ferguson. Who panics when they succeed in what they were trying to do?
It’s as if I spent all week stacking a cord of wood and then flipped out. “There’s a goddamn pile of wood right on the lawn! How could that happen? What are the root causes of all this freakin’ wood? What shall the Government, which is the solution to all things, do to remove the horrible wood problems which plague the innocent lawn?”
It’s pretty much a law of nature. The press eggs on the free shit army until it is firmly fastened on the teat of the race warriors, then people steal shit and someone burns down an Autozone. What’s new about that?
I can’t take it seriously because, for a certain portion of America, riot is their amusement. You can tell it’s a game. There are Americans who’ve “attended” riots like others might attend a sporting event or maybe a rock concert. The rest of us have work to get done. For example, I need to stack firewood on the lawn.
I don’t riot and even if I thought the whole world was against me I wouldn’t burn down a building filled with spark plugs. Even if I was trapped and desperate. Even if Al Gore was charging at me from the left; mounted on his magic Unicorn of wishful thinking and brandishing his +1 Lance of Moral Superiority. Even if Vladimir Putin was stripping down and oiling up his pecks and preparing to get Orwellian on me. Even then it wouldn’t pop into my head that the solution was to torch the place where the Chilton repair manuals live. That’s target selection failure which reminds me of Steve Martin shouting “he hates these cans“. I guess that makes me boring.
I’ll take Ferguson rioters seriously when they behave seriously. Even if “the man” really is keeping you down, you won’t find “the man” stacking fan belts. Call me when they deliberately toast the capital. That happened in the war of 1812. Britain wanted overthrow the reining power and they were serious about it. So they showed up with an Army, marched to the capital, and flattened America’s seat of power. They didn’t come over here to make a lot of noise and burn up a delicatessen.
Shit’s not real until it’s really shit. Ferguson is sad and there’s nothing good about pain, violence, and arson, but it’s mostly just people crapping in their own litterbox. ‘Nuff said about that.