Hey Goody Two Shoes, Why Should I Care About Michael Brown?
I don’t give a darn that Michael Brown was shot in Ferguson, Missouri. I don’t even know Michael Brown. When President Kennedy was shot I was sixteen and I didn’t care about him while all the little boys and girls at Great Neck North High School cried.
And all those morons running around the streets of Ferguson causing trouble don’t know Michael Brown any better than I do. They haven’t earned the right to speak up for him. They are stupid voices in an empty wind.
I know that all you little wet hankies think that you are better than me. Maybe you are? Maybe you do nothing for humanity? Maybe you are part of a mob running around hitting people with baseball bats of self-justification.
A person in the streets was shot because of Michael. I care more about that than Michael. He might have even been innocent. He hadn’t stolen a bunch of cigars from a convenience store and roughed up a clerk. He was probably a better human being than Michael.
The cops used tear gas to try to save the wounded person. No appreciation from the protestors who were more interested in trouble than justice.
Brown’s stealing from a convenience store had little to do with his being shot. But it did show the type of person that he was and round out the picture of him.
The rabble used the showing of Ferguson’s video to work themselves up into a lather of anger. Stupid minds looking for negative motivations.
There’s not a clue that bigotry was involved in Brown’s case. Yet all the bigots blame the incident on white hatred of blacks. Don’t they have get tired of the same old trumped up story.
If Martin Luther King were there he would have been furious at the reverse racism. He would have felt that the color of their skin had become a cliché for the failure of their character. He would have looked at Al Sharpton and cried that his ideas had been so twisted.
The rabble chanted, "No justice! No curfew!" As if the mob was a jury that hadn’t been sworn in, a conclusion without evidence.
The mob who mostly didn’t know Mike Brown shouted, "We ready. We ready. We ready for y'all…. We are Mike Brown."
Right. And I am President John F. Kennedy.
The police put on gas masks and told the crowd to disperse. Like spoiled children they said, "We have the right to assemble peacefully."
I’d say that they had no rights. Brown is not their brother or son. He is nobody to them. And they were not assembling peacefully. They were malicious as can be seen by the looting and the shooting.
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