Because this week has been especially doom-laden, we’re pushing up our bulletin a full day. Indeed, conditions were so rank these past seven days that they almost qualify to be ensconced as a Curmudgeon’s Holiday. Yet these are rarely awarded because all realists know that things can always get worse.
To the doom!
Free shoes and liquor
Seems a black man was arrested, a non-rare event, and was injured mortally during his incarceration. The public had no other details (except this). But it didn’t matter. Baltimore was set alight and (as of this writing) flames still flicker here and there.
They flicker because the rioters discovered that cut fire hoses were useless in dousing flames. And this scientific discovery was made possible by a supine (mostly black) police force. And that police force, whose members anyway did not need the grief of being called racist, were standoffish because their boss, the mayor, issued a directive allowing rioters “space to destroy.” She might have also told cops to linger behind enemy lines.
Perhaps she was experimenting with a new form of welfare?
This festival had the spectacle of a mom slapping and berating her foolish son for participating in the riot. The world cheered this woman. At first. And then we had this: “Why is America celebrating the beating of a black child?”
And then came the admonitions not to call a thug a thug, that the rioters had their reasons, that they might have even had a right or even a duty, that who are we to judge? No sooner had these excuses fell upon fertile media soil than other “protests” broke out in New York City. Others are scheduled elsewhere.
Non-thugs will today, for instance, roam the streets of Oakland and malinger at City Hall in San Francisco. Wherever progressives gather is not found peace. Is it strange that the same people willing to steal and destroy are the same who argue for public disarmament?
Our first affirmatively elected president meanwhile could not discover any rioter that could have been his son. And then this: “New Black Panthers should be looked upon as Founding Fathers who declare war and are ‘willing to die or kill to save our babies and to save a black nation that is dying before our eyes.'”
Save us, Caesar!
The pattern is set. A black man commits a crime, is arrested or hurt, and protests leading to riots begin. The contagion spreads to other cities. So far, these incidents have burned themselves out after a week or two. But they are growing more frequent and longer lived.
All history suggests there must come a breaking point which leads to calls for a man to hold “temporary” office charged with seditionis sedandae et rei gerendae causa, i.e. to restore calm.
Far-fetched? All curmudgeons recall the “lock downs” in Boston and elsewhere when just one man with a gun, or even rumors of the same, were enough for officials to demand citizens “shelter in place.” What if “suddenly” several large cities caught fire simultaneously?
Rejoice if you live in the countryside.
England is still embarrassed for its past crimes (being great, producing white men like Shakespeare, Newton, Nelson, etc.) and will soon have an election in which one of the candidates, Ed Miliband, promises that, if elected, he will make “Islamaphobia” a crime. Rather, an aggravated crime, a state of mortal secular sin. It is already a venal sin.
Now Islam is inimical to Western, in particular British, values. Which effectively means Miliband will make it illegal to uphold those values. No imam could do better.
Suicide is always an ugly thing to watch, no?
Anyway, this is worth noting because what happens in Europe—they’re so enlightened—soon happens in these once United States.
Hell has excess CO2
The Pontifical Academy of Science, lonely at being left out of the global warming juggernaut, had a public kumbaya with the UN, the purpose of which was to tell the world not that it was in danger of losing its soul, but that it might fail to meet “sustainability goals”. So eager was the PAS to have a voice that it decided science was too difficult a criterion and so lapsed instantly into…well, let’s call them “fibs.”
We will soon wake up to headlines like this: “Believing Global Warming of Doom Now Official Position of Catholic Church.” Which will be seen as a good reason to cede more power to supranational organizations.
Memorial to the Death of Science: “Journalists’ names on university ‘memorial’ to ‘those who denied’ climate change”
I for one welcome our new same-sex attracted overlords
The country edges closer to ceding to government a power it never before had, and never should have. Poor Alexander Hamilton warned us many years ago that the Bill of Rights would eventually create a monster. And did anybody listen to him? No, sir, they did not.
I suggest removing his mug from the sawbuck so that the poor man doesn’t have to witness his prophecy come true. We could replace it with a native American’s, say, Elizabeth Warren’s. How many birds would that stone kill? Never mind.
All that, and much more!
These were only the largest suppliers of grease for the slippery slope. Space does not permit documenting all cheerfully bad news.
Like this mom who was shamed for including cookies in her daughter’s lunch. Government-certified experts know better than parents. Right, Scotland? And did you know social justice warriors have taken over science fiction? See this. Once-Catholic St. Norbert College gave an award to Gloria Steinem. Feminist award? Even Miss Piggy will get one.
Do we recall when an ROTC troop of men was made to wear high heels in recognition of diversity?
Progressives have discovered another way to piddle on culture from a great height: “The New York City Council debates whether to decriminalize public urination and turnstile-jumping.” Under what could go wrong?, this: ACLU launches cellphone app to preserve videos of police
Bruce Jenner? ‘Nuff said.
Ominous update Lenin’s Body Improves with Age. Prefatory to raising from the dead?
Update Green Party “open” to Three-Way “Marriages”. Nobody saw that coming.