The obligatory Ferguson post.
Fred Reed, of Fred on Everything has a view that I’m wondering about.
I just don’t know. I’m a relic. I remember “Whites Only” drinking fountains and separate waiting rooms at a doctor’s offices. I was a junior in high school when the first black students came to my formerly all-white school.
I served nine years in a completely integrated Army. I have worked alongside black men and women ever since I left the Army. some of those people were GOOD people, some were sad excuses for humanity, JUST LIKE THE WHITE PEOPLE.
So I don’t know… I listened to the announcement of the grand jury findings Monday night and went to bed after watching RIOTS that everybody knew about.
Got news. If you cluster a big bunch of people up and have speaker after speaker warn that there’s gonna be a riot if things don’t go the right way, you won’t have to initiate violence. That’ll start the first time an unwanted foot touched my property. I may die, but I’ll die in a pile of my own hot brass.
It seems to me that we treat the ‘African-American’ community as if it’s a little mentally challenged child who cannot be trusted to act with a maturity commensurate with the age level, and just like when I was a kid, if a kid acted out, Momma was swift to jerk him up and paddle that ass, today we expect to reason and ‘time out’ and appease in hopes that the tantrum will end with a minimum of damage.
Momma didn’t tolerate tantrums. With the acceptance of the black community as socially retarded, the nation accepts the tantrums, and indeed, in the case of Ferguson, clears the floor so they won’t hurt themselves when the tantrums come.
it is interesting to note that the tantrums take place in the liberal anthills. You won’t see any tantrums in small-town, flyover-country America because out here that pile of hot brass is likely to ensue.
Almost obvious is that you can equate ‘tantrum country’ with those blue spots on the map showing where dimmocrat votes come from.
So I just don’t know. Fred has some interesting points, some of which would produce untold tragedy if they come to pass, and folks, one or several will eventually come to pass, and what follows will not be the America we love.