These appear to be end times. Cops are executing people for no good reason. People are now shooting cops. Trump is talking crazy winning over our uneducated masses, making anyone with sense very afraid. The President continues to be “concerned” that we are becoming a Third World Country. Congress does nothing but bicker. Nobody really knows what to do. It’s like 1968 but with shitty music all around us. There are no easy answers. Hell, most people aren’t even aware of the problems that need the answers. They are too busy streaming Netflix.
For example, a 28 year old black male friend of mine showed
me his social media feed. It is
post after post of outrage, call to action, call to peace, and everything in
between. Meanwhile my social media
feed is filled with baby pictures, amusement park outings, and the occasional
“wtf?” post from my lefty musician pals.
Suburban white America has no idea the scope and reality of the issue
here. I would suggest that if the
Minnesota couple had been suburban Brad and Jessica with their daughter in
their Range Rover and Brad got a couple slugs to the chest more might have
happened than the promise of “an exploratory commission” or whatever
bullshit. People in Bay Village
would be out in the streets with torches and pitchforks with armies of lawyers,
PR specialists, and assassins.
Here is what happened to my friend the last time he got
pulled over. He was driving on
West 9th street on a Tuesday night and dropped a friend off at her
apartment after a movie. The
street was under construction so he had to carefully weave his way around
exposed drains. The police pull
him over. They come over to his
car with guns drawn. “Get your
fucking hands on the wheel where we can see them!” His father has trained him for this situation, so when they
ask for his ID he explains very slowly and carefully that he has to undo his
seatbelt to get his wallet.
Sir? Is it ok if I do that
now? “Do it fucking slowly!” He moves as slowly as possible while
making eye contact with the cop with his gun drawn to his face. They take his ID and tell him to “get
out of the fucking car”. They slam
him down on the hood and frisk him.
They then put him in the back seat of the cop car and call in his ID. He has no outstanding issues and no
real reason to have been pulled over.
They hold him in the car for 20 minutes. “You know why we pulled you over?” I have no idea.
“You were swerving.” I was
driving around those exposed drains and construction cones. “You getting fucking smart with
us?” They give him a ticket for
not wearing the seat belt he asked permission to undo and a citation for swerving. $235. He was
terrified the entire time of being shot in the face. He could have gone to court but his feeling is that it could
have gone even worse.
The last time I got pulled over went like this. “Sir? Do you know why I pulled you over?” No I don’t. “You sort of rolled through that stop sign.” I’m sorry. It’s just that there was no traffic in either
direction… “OK. I am going to let you off with a
warning this time. Be safe out
there, ok?” He waved and let me go
on my way. Beep beep! Have a nice day!
These are radically different experiences. At no time was I concerned about being
shot in the face. It never would
occur to me. It would never occur
to most of my peers. That’s why
they are posting pictures of cupcakes and puppies. They have no idea people get treated like this. Meanwhile, I understand why cops are trigger happy. They are doing a risky, often thankless
job where they can get shot by our gun toting population at any moment. They have to assume everyone is crazy and has a gun. Hell, I would too. I could go off on a tangent now where
it seems logical to me that if everyone wasn’t fucking packing heat that maybe
everyone wouldn’t be shooting everyone else, but why get bogged down by simple
logic. As we all know it takes a
good guy with a gun to stop a bad guy with a gun. Or in the case of the Dallas sniper it took a robot with a
bomb to stop a bad guy with a gun to kill the good guys with guns who were
protecting us with the bad guys with the guns. Of course we will soon need bigger robots with bombs to take
care of the bad guy’s robots with bombs that are trying to destroy the good
guy’s robots with bombs that we need to kill the bad guys with guns that are
trying to kill the good guys with the guns who we need to protect us from those
bad guys with guns. Looks like we
are headed in the right direction.
So here I sit in Cleveland waiting for the good times of the
Republican National Convention in a week.
Every crackpot from the four corners of the earth is headed right for me
with their crazy agendas and wild ass plans to get attention. Meanwhile I would assume a very on edge
law enforcement community is grinding their teeth in a “putting up with no
bullshit” mood. When The
Establishment puts on a party, they do not want anyone dropping a turd in their
punch bowl. The army of goons that
they will ship in has been gathered to make any protester quake in his
boots. I know I’m already quaking
in mine.
This whole thing is lining up bad. These are End Times. It’s every man for himself. I just have to get through to the other side.
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