Coronavirus Lockdown Journal Day 76: golf is the new fiddle


Guys, there is no such thing as Antifa. That's a scary-sounding way of saying "anti-fascist," which I'm pretty sure almost everyone in America thinks they are, especially the professional soldier-police defending corporate interests, which is basically the definition of fascism.


But like all good boogeymen, reality doesn't really matter. So, now, anyone who shows up to a protest in black is "Antifa" which is a pretty low bar to pass.


Meanwhile, the actual fascists, who again, will never admit they are fascists even while choking you to death because you made a $20 threat to state sovereignty, get to paint everyone they don't like as Antifa, and fox-watching grandpas all across the country start filling their depends, because these awful sounding Anti- fascists were at it again, protesting police brutality.



And then, you have several million college kids, recent high-school non-graduates, and just about everyone else under age 25 or so, who have now been out of school and work and locked up with their parents for two or three months. And they hear that there's something exciting happening in the streets, so they go check it out. And then the tear gas starts flying, and helicopters hovering overhead, and things get a little crazy. Nobody is really experienced with this stuff, sure, some of the cops have been to Iraq and Afghanistan, but this is Main Street, USA, and the kids get pissed because the cops are really being not very cool, and the cops get pissed because the kids are really not being very cool, and then some shmucks shows up who really want to start trouble, and break some stuff, toss some piss, and light a fire. And suddenly, the cops now have a real reason to go mano, so now you get rubber bullets, and flash grenades, which pisses off and scares the kids more, and then the instigators say 'hey, over here, I've got some weapons supplied by the CIA,' and all of a sudden you've gone from spray painting slogans to being a revolutionary in a civil war.



Oh wait, sorry, somewhere in there my narrative switched from what's happening in the USA to what happened in Syria. On purpose. 




Live fire. (Of a paint gun, apparently.) Tanks in streets. (Well, a Humvee with a turret.) Still, not good. Very not good.



Very scared police officers, very injured pedestrians.





Think about the famous "tea party" in Boston before the American Revolution. A wealthy local brewer got his friends to dress up as native americans to do property damage against the crown's govt. So, a person with monetary interests in revolting got other people to do an incendiary act, and blamed it on a commonly scapegoated minority, all in the hopes of drumming up support for a war.




Rays of light. Rays of light.


Among all of the unknowns, I'm pretty sure of one thing. As our country descends into flames, there will never be a day dear leader looks in the mirror and says, "Geez, you know, maybe I'm not the right person for this gig."



Just in case you don't think Mark Zuckerberg is important, dear leader called him for a chat after he was fact checked by Jack Dorsey.



The old world is dying.




A whole hell of a lot of stick, in one sickening video.



And more stick.



Thanks Lauren for the livestream.



And where is the carrot? 

Robert Reich, former secretary of labor





Uh, yeah, remember what I said about AG Barr wanting to suspend habeus corpus?


Apparently, protesting from hence forward will only be allowed if carrying a long gun and wearing a red hat.






File under: listening and paying respect



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