Sunday, April 15, 2018


Dangerous Black persons arrested for sitting at a table in Starbucks. However the day was saved by quick police action.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

See those guys wearing the cycling helmets? I’ve always hated that design. They should be thrown out, beaten and viciously humiliated just for wearing them in public.

Z

Anonymous said...

Then, after being repeatedly tased while their faces are stomped into the cement, they should be charged for assaulting a police officer, and their bicycles taken away.

Z

Anonymous said...

Did you read about the 14 year old black boy who was shot at when he rang a doorbell to ask someone for directions to get to his school after he missed his bus?
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/04/14/us/michigan-teen-shot-directions.html

This is absolutely disgusting. I hate this term "black" and "white" anyway. We are all descendants of roughly 2000 people in Africa who are the only ones that survived some cataclysm some 70,000 years ago. DNA research proves this. There is an excellent BBC documentary on this. End of story.
I think the current political situation has given a sense of empowerment to these psychotics who don't understand we are all a part of one human species.

uncle1950uncle said...

Yet we cling to the fiction of race because we're tribal.

It might be our tribal mentality may come from descending from such a tiny community.

The notion may have become hard wired unknowingly traditional.

A grand irony if so.

uncle1950uncle said...

Yes I know of the lad shot at for the crime of asking directions.

I did similar some years ago. I was invited to a bar-b-q by friends in a white 'burb, and got lost. I also rang a doorbell to ask direction or use their phone. This just before the whole world had cell phones.
These things that earlier people would have seen as pocket sized radio TV picture-phone photo studios. 'But which we use to email pixs of our lunch cocks or trolling spam.

But I digress.

I rang asked directions was given them was invited in to use the phone had a nice chat a glass of lemonade,...for real, with the family as my friend drove over to pick me up,...wasn't shot once.

I say this to show there was an interruption of a short period between Jim Crow, and now of an attempt at civility between Americans.

This before we went behind digitally enhanced walls.