A Riot of My Own

Man, it's too bad that Mark Duggan wasn't Iranian; all the same assholes who are like, "Oh, the rioting, Oh, the looting, Oh, the humanity!" would be making room for another green ribbon between their LiveStrong bracelet and Kabala string. I was in fact just chatting with a liberalische acquaintance the other day, the sort of gal who hates Bush and is sorely disappointed in Obama, and she said, in regard to the ongoing Syrian uphevals, the kids in Greece and Spain, the Israelis, etc. etc., that it was really a shame that Americans no longer protested: too fat, lazy, apolitical, and so on to take to the streets. "Girl wut?" I sez. Americans still take to the streets when injustice is done. They just happen to be black most of the time, and your nice liberal show of solidarity is to lock the doors in your distant enclave lest the niggers come for your TV too. If his name had been El-Rodney Al-King and he'd gotten the beat-down in some market square in East Whutupistan, you'd be poring over headlines about Violent protests in response to brutal crackdowns by state security forces. But, anyway, as for the current sitcheeyayshun: somehow I doubt that we're going to hear too much about the poor youth of London demanding a better life after years of economic stagnation and political neglect.