Why everything went wrong in Ferguson
You have a nasty thug boosting Swisher Sweets from the corner store and roughing up the merchant.
Then, like flies to a barnyard, you have swarms of race pimps breathlessly buzzing to the scene to further fuel the rage and delegitimize the very banner behind which they march.
Then come the “po-po,” dressed in military gear and riding in tanks of war — all of it the final designs of a big government welfare state that came to power promising to solve all your problems.
This black-clad brute force stings all the more deeply coming from the hand that delivers food stamps, free cell phones and health care for everyone. It is the moment that slaves of the Dependency State learn that government bestows only a false dignity upon them. Indeed, they are despised now more than ever.
Finally arrive the media, swooning to relive Freedom Summer in Selma. But these modern frauds come from such narrow and sheltered lives they don’t know the difference between ear plugs and rubber bullets.
What could possibly go wrong?
Enter Governor Jay Nixon:
Missouri Governor Jay Nixon Shows Us How Not to Govern
The late arrival in Ferguson, the disastrous curfew—the governor’s handling of the shooting of Michael Brown reveals how little our politicians have learned from the riots of the 1960s.
The images from Ferguson, Missouri, of protesters clashing with the police, of looters raiding local shops, the sirens, the tear gas, the gunshots, recall the long, hot summers of the 1960s.
It’s fair to ask what, if anything, local elected officials have learned in the intervening decades.