Methinks there cometh three horsemen of a sorry apocalypse: First,
blacks are again rioting, looting, and burning. Second, the media are
as usual lying, interpreting, concealing. Third, swatted-out heavies of
a bush-league police force knock reporters around, arresting them for
nothing, and refusing to reveal their identities. We are seeing the
birth of a nation.
What actually happened in Ferguson? God only knows. Of
course we are hearing from talking heads with bargain-basement IQs that
a policeman, from racial motives, shot an unarmed black kid because he
refused to stop walking in the street. Did it happen? Possibly. I
wasn’t there. But the story smells.
Reflect: Every white cop short of the orbit of Neptune knows
that if he shoots a black, he faces dismemberment in the media, loss
of job and pension, probable criminal charges locally by a
publicity-seeking prosecutor, a well-funded civil suit that he can’t
afford filed by surviving family members, and trumped-up federal
civil-rights charges from an attorney general who doesn’t like whites.
All this because he wants to shoot a black kid for jaywalking?
