Misuri Llama a la Reserva Militar Para Restablecer el Orden

Again and again and again, we Americans have to endure these events, these awful, predictable, shameful and profoundly depressing events.  As I watch from overseas, connected as I am, I am yet again grateful that fate has allowed me to pursue a career away from my beloved home. I can't take watching this pitiful spectacle that American civic and political life has become. It has become actually, physically painful to me, in addition to mentally painful; and, so, I absent myself from it and continue to do what I can.

I remember all too well watching my home town burn and people die while the LAPD retreated to a safe perimeter. I remember as well watching from my apartment window in Berkeley as a rabid gang of Black looters beat two European-American young men, with Berkeley PD standing in a line 50 yards away and doing nothing.  I remember working in the Pacific Northwest, watching on TV when a gang of Black men began sexually molesting a young European-American girl at the Mardi Gras celebration in Seattle and beat to death a 15-year old European-American boy, stomping his head repeatedly against the pavement, in full view of two Seattle PD officers standing right there.  Their police chief at that time went on to work for the White House. In each case, the pattern is the same: a dysfunctional and broken community comes into daily contact with police, eventually, a member of that community is shot and killed, there is a riot, and the authorities tell the police to back off, to not create more problems, to let the riot anger burn itself out.

And, every time, every time, the same "speak truth to power" journalists and commentators act as if this is something new, something unexpected.  Why, they just pulled out of Ferguson!  The whole business community is up in arms, their property and stores looted!  Why, this is unheard of, this is news!

No, it's not.  It is America.  It is what we have become under this monstrous Liberal Revolution that took and people and a country and turned it into souless, pitiless, lock-step nightmare.

I look at "Misuri" and I see three things.

I see a broken Black community yet again holding up a small-time thug as a symbol of their oppression, taking no responsibility, taking no actions to correct the horror that their lives have become since their contribution to the victory of the Liberal Revolution. The plaintiff's attorney is already there. Eventually, when the prospect of easy money comes to the fore, a father will be found. Pathetic, disturbing, beyond hope.

I see a ridiculously over-militarized police force, using military weapons, using military jargons, an occupation force and not the police of a free people.  Because, we are no longer a people, we are no longer unified, crime and insecurity is no longer a rare event.  In the spare armoured cars and M-4s, donated to increase local police forces anti-terrorism capabilities, I see the endless militariziation of the liberal state. Self-satisfied, with their Oakley shades and the strut of men who have come to learn that whatever steps out of line must simply be beaten.  Pathetic, disturbing, and, worse, my own people, degenerated.

I see a town that has been stripped of its soul, its bleak main street littered with horrible fast-food joints, the usual big-box stores, completely devoid of personality, soul, and an actual affront to the ideal of beauty and community.

America as broken record, skipping and repeating the same track, over and over.  Time to blow a hole in the radio.