You could argue that a picture of a bombed out Washington, D.C. during the Martin Luther King riots of ’68 would make for a more fitting backdrop considering not only the topic of this piece but also the state of America at this millionth racial flashpoint over the past blah-blah-blah decade(s). However, if you’ve been reading this little blog of mine, you’ll know my affinity for (in my view correctly) comparing America of today to a perilously close version of 1940’s Nazi Germany: that is, a former democratic republic-turned fascist caricature that ultimately cannibalized itself, slaughtered its own people, and collapsed under the weight of its own oppression.
Hence why I feel that photo of a sacked 1945 Berlin is sadly more apropos.
The immunity is here!
I have a full course of the Pfizer vaccine pfacillitating the pfucking power of pfull immunity from this motherpfucking pfuckpface of a pfuckhole virus.
That’s the best news I’ve had in a year, and I’ll be happier when I’m not so tired and my arm stops feeling like a giant bee stung the shit out of it.
Of course, it’s going to work itself out. What WON’T work itself out is the country we’ve all been simultaneously lucky to have been birthed into…so long as we have a lack of melanin and a shit load of money.
Sadly, I’m not one of those lucky pfew.
We need to change before we die a painful and pitiful death.
Next week, we’ll be gearing up for the conclusion to the most public murder trial arguably since OJ Simpson, and likely the most important policing-related trial since the miscarriage of justice that was the 1992 Rodney King fiasco.
Because an all-white jury in one of the wealthiest counties in L.A. (along with being the home turf of most LAPD officers at the time) acquitted four officers of the savage beating of a Black man in the middle of a freeway, the country witnessed the most destructive racial riot in its history, one that still reverberates on our streets with every acquittal, grand jury dismissal, non-action and faux mea culpa issued by the most corrupt criminal gang in America: the police.
We’re seeing the fruits of the gutless defense of one of those four defendants whom despite ganging up on a LONE MAN in the middle of a busy fucking interstate highway, uttered the universal get-out-jail-free applause line for every cop facing prison time for murdering innocent BIPOC.
“I was completely in fear for my life,” Laurence Powell, the man who struck Rodney King 56 times on video camera, told his sympathetic allies, the jury, in Simi Valley all those years ago. True, he later was found guilty in a federal case, along with the leader of that merry gang of psychopaths Stacey Koon, of civil rights violations and served 30 months in prison.
Sadly, that line of defense has acquitted more murderers in the eyes of too many juries at the expense of the families of the many dead who’ve suffered for our nation’s refusal to reconcile with the inherently unequal system of society we’ve hardwired into every facet of American life.
Michael Brown’s killer Darren Wilson used similar wording in an interview with Stephanopoulos eight years ago, so similar in fact that this article’s headline paraphrased his comments into an almost carbon copy of Powell’s mewlings more than a decade before. Not to mention a dash of good ol’ fashioned “he was like a big burly man”:
“I just felt the immense power that he had. And then the way I’ve described it is it was like a 5-year-old holding onto Hulk Hogan. That’s just how big this man was […]”.
Michael Brown was 18 at the time of his untimely murder at the hands of this whiny pissant.
He was a normal young man, no more remarkable, made of flesh and bone as opposed to the wrought iron and hatred Wilson’s teary-eyed sob story would have you believe.
Of course, this same defense was employed by the yellow-bellied fat puddle of pork shit George Zimmerman – not even an ACTUAL cop – for justifying murdering a 17-year-old boy he stalked in the middle of the night. Trayvon Martin rightly defended himself against this wannabe Klansman, but died anyway. The fucked up part about this situation was that racist Pillsbury Doughboy didn’t even need to say the words “I was in fear for my life” because the jury said it for him (emphasis mine):
“He had a right to defend himself,” [the juror] said. “If he felt threatened that his life was going to be taken away from him, or he was going to have bodily harm, he had a right.”
But notice something else in these stories: the only person who actually said he feared for his life was Laurence Powell.
Instead of saying that phrase in direct quotes, each of the acquitted murderers or their advocates merely echoed that sentiment. It’s the headlines of ABC and CNN that repeat Powell’s now hallowed defense, the words stained in the memories of these agencies that covered that explosive 1992 trial and thus broadcast its devastating impact on a national, even global level.
No doubt had he testified and not taken the coward’s way out, Derek Chauvin would have echoed that sentiment to his jury. Kim Potter will likely use a similar justification despite having 26 years of experience with I would assume more than a 20-year-old kid ducking a missed court date for smoking fucking grass.
I’m sure even Eric Stillman, the Chicago Police’s newest high-profile child killer, will say it too, if not have the media simply say it for him as they replay his hurried and terrified gasps of fear over the body of Adam Toledo, knowing full well what he did was inhuman and worthy of the flames of hellfire if such place does exist.
Will this matter? Who knows and frankly, will a single one of us be shocked if nothing befalls this cadre of badged wannabe Steve Rogerses?
I’m expecting this country’s violent objection of progress to kick in, even in the middle of a global pandemic that’s left us all burned into withered husks of our former selves.
And as the justice system will likely fail us once more, we can ALWAYS depend on the forces of ineptitude and ego-devouring fame fucking to condemn us to our continued existence in this by-the-rich, for-the-soulless society governed by hedge funds and lobbyists at the detriment to regular human beings.
I’m speaking of course of the human Pet Rock Joe Manchin: an ancient relic of days gone by that never did anything other than look really unique in a world of far fewer choices for entertainment and self-distraction. Last night, MSDNC’s very own Lawrence O’Donnell had guest LA Times columnist and fellow mountain person Virginia Heffernan and her dear mother Nancy to explain why it is Joe Manchin just won’t fall in line with the Democratic agenda of securing voting rights for all and fixing a crumbling infrastructure. The younger Heffernan’s defense of West Virginia’s senior senator amounted to him essentially having fun being such a wittle outswider from West Virginny! She more or less said he likes to keep people “on their toes”, not wanting to be pegged down as any sort of predictable politician with his past support of Planned Parenthood and his sterling endorsement from the fundamentalist terrorist organization that is the NRA.
Oh, how lovely! And here I thought he was merely defending the filibuster simply to uphold the legacy of the virulent segregationist that once used Appalachian Joe’s seat to obstruct the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
A move by the way that the man himself later fucking regretted.
Now, it should be noted that in that above article I linked, John Lewis (yes that John Lewis) defended the legacy of the late Robert C. Byrd, the man whom Manchin wishes to honor by keeping the filibuster alive.
You know, that same filibuster that Byrd later was sorry for using to try to obstruct Black Americans from receiving human rights codified in the law.
So………ya know………take that and read into it exactly what you should.
That sentient Sam Eagle would be so goddamn moronic as to justify his obnoxious stubbornness by defending the act of a racist who later disavowed said act of defiance should be the true only thing you should remember about Senator Pet Rock.
He and Curtsy McFucksuckle of Arizona have only one answer for those of you wishing for a government with some semblance of pride, equity, and a sense of actual lasting justice and change:
That day, it was minimum wage she gleefully condemned to hell.
Tomorrow, it’ll be the infrastructure bill that will help seniors looking for guaranteed long-term care.
And soon enough, she’ll say the same when it’s time to expand a historically imbalanced and anti-American Supreme Court, federal protection of voting rights for all Americans (her constituents included), and of course to abolishing the filibuster, permanently gridlocking Congress in a battle of wills between the Democrats seeking to govern, and the GQP wishing to sew enough discontent and frustration among liberal and left-leaning voters to dissuade (or just outright prevent) them from voting for progressives who could otherwise fix this broken merry-go-round of idiocy after the midterms.
Meanwhile, the virus isn’t going anyway.
The pandemic still rages on thanks to Gym Jordan and every other Trumpist goon looking to stop people from ending the virus because maybe they like the reports of horrifyingly disproportionate minority deaths.
After all, that’s fewer people to vote them out of office, right?
Listen, folks.
We’re in some motherpfucking deep shit here.
People are dying and our politicians seem to want that.
They don’t want us to use our voices to push them into doing their actual jobs rather than using their newfound fame to self-satisfyingly smirk like the cat that ate the canary as their own voters die from endemic poverty and other inequalities along with this never-ending virus.
Don’t forget that this is what insignificant afterthoughts truly desire:
Remember this degenerate when January rolls around. Because soon after the new year, it’ll be campaign season 2022. And thanks to our leaders and their inability to get shit done, this next election, and the election after, and the election after that one too, will all be the most important elections of our lives.
Until we empower progressive lawmakers to give us a green economic strategy to transform our energy consumption and output, a healthcare system that cares for us as opposed to treat us in our dying days, and an equitable society that won’t murder Black boys, girls, men and women for simply breathing in front of a poorly-trained and emotionally-feeble gangbanger with a badge, men like this will continue protecting the black holes within our society that allow for the continued and dogged denigration of our country while perpetuating a false dream of opportunity.
We must make that country for ourselves, or else face the same fate as the previous dominant species of this realm.
Good luck to us all.
Diary of a Mad Millennial 