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On The Riots: An FAQ

What the fuck, bro?

Summer’s here, and the time is right.

There’s a riot goin’ on!

Several. “Multiple” would probably be the correct descriptor. Verging on “nationwide.”

What the fuck, bro?

You gonna ask decent questions or just be a sausagehead?

I don’t know. Let’s find out. Why is everyone rioting?

There’s a very simple cause.

What?

The entire history of America.

Well, now who’s being the sausagehead?

I’m serious. In 1684, a ship named the Isabella brought 150 Africans to Philadelphia, where they were sold into slavery. These men and women were a new legal class on the continent. The law applied to them, but did not protect them. What were rights for most were, for them, privileges to be extended or denied by whim: the right to travel, speak, use facilities, etc. And you could murder them for any old reason. “Didn’t know his place” was a perfectly acceptable basis upon which to murder someone.

That sounds unfair.

It was! Completely! Even a second’s thought about the matter will reveal the viciously stupid and counterproductive bullshit at its core.

South Africa was bad, too.

Don’t do that. Anyway: the population group that descended from those original 150 Africans, plus all the descendants of the thousands of boats that followed, were–in a haphazard, halting, and patchy way–eventually granted full citizen’s rights.

So everything should be fine.

“Should” is the saddest word in the English language.

It seemed too easy.

We now have to recognize the difference between de jure and de facto. The former phrase means “how things are according to the law;” the latter means “how things actually is.” The de jure speed limit on the highway is 65, but the de facto speed limit–the one everyone obeys–is around 80. De jure, black folks were allowed to take the bus. De facto: in the back, obviously. De jure: every American child has the right to a high-quality education. De facto: Schools are funded from local property taxes, which were low in black neighborhoods due to their neighborhoods being kept deliberately shitty via a conspiracy between the government and the banks.

You’re a conspiracy guy now?

Google “redlining.”

That’s fucked up.

Super fucked up. And also the ruling class demanded to maintain the right to murder an African at any time.

What now?

In their defense, the ruling class did give in to demands that the murderer be wearing the magic clothes.

I repeat: what now?

If you want to kill a black person for no reason, you have to be wearing the magic clothes. Funny-looking hat, blue shirt with a star-shaped piece of jewelry on the breast. Big belt. Pervert boots.

You’re talking about cops.

I am. I don’t wanna discount the progress society has made, though. It is now illegal for, like, 99% of the population to murder a black person. You might only get probation, but you’re gonna get in trouble. But for cops? Legal as a beagle, baby. You just had to be a little discreet about it. Bad idea to do it too publicly, or to murder a beloved black person, but you could absolutely shoot a random guy named Leroy and no one would give a shit except Leroy’s family. They’d be fucking devastated, but it probably wouldn’t even make the paper.

You’re describing a society rotten to its core.

Yes! “How white people treat black people” is America’s original sin and festering wound. The “bad apple” analogy works so many ways here.

So the cops killed a guy?

Murdered.

What’s the difference?

One could be an accident, the other is kneeling on a guy’s neck for nine minutes.

Oh, God. How could you do that to another human being?

By possessing a depraved indifference to that human’s life. Oh, and: three other cops stood and watched.

I see what you mean about the “bad apples” thing now.

It explains both the macro and the micro of this situation.

How did this tragic series of events come to be known to the public?

There’s a video.

Like Rodney King.

A little different.

How so?

The Rodney King cops didn’t know they were being filmed. This guy looks right in the camera.

He knew he was being recorded and still kept his knee on the guy’s neck?

George Floyd. His name was George Floyd. And: yeah.

That’s fucked up.

Immensely so.

Is that why people are rioting?

Not quite. A bunch of other dominos had to fall for the Target to get looted. First, the city of Minneapolis had to pretend the murder didn’t happen. Then, when informed “Hey, one of your employees just windpiped a guy,” the city had to not arrest the cop. And then it had to come out that the cop is, like, the most racist cop that ever lived. Like, if you were writing a Hollywood movie about a racist cop, you would not make that character as racist as the actual cop who murdered the guy because people would not believe it. A cop that racist would surely get fired the movie-going public would say to themselves.

Those are specific steps.

And then keep not arresting the cop.

Is the video’s provenance in dispute? Could it be a deep fake?

No.

Is it blurry and individuals cannot be positively identified?

Clear as a mountain stream, and well-framed.

So why has the cop not been arrested yet?

GOOD QUESTION, MUCHCHO?

Still? Still with the muchacho?

It’s my thing, man.

So what’s happening?

Mob rules, baby. For a crowd to exist, you have to assemble a group of people. The raw numbers don’t matter; what does is the density. The space has to be about 80% full. Shoulder-to-shoulder type situation. Then a focus. A crowd without a focus is merely a collection of individuals. A collective unconscious must be formed. If the focus amuses the crowd, they become an audience. If the focus angers the crowd, it becomes the mob. This is human nature. But the nature of a riot is cultural.

Explain.

There are two types of riots: sudden and simmering. The first is apolitical, and can be started rather easily. Axl Rose used to do it all the time. If you rile a bunch of drunk idiots up, they’ll start breaking shit. Remember 10-cent Beer Night? Simplest thing in the world to start a sudden riot.

And the second type?

Is the simmering riot. These are invariably political, and occur when an underclass snaps after decades of mistreatment. Occasionally, you will hear of a “riot” perpetrated by the ruling class, such as the Tulsa Riot or the Elaine Race Riot. These are not riots. They are massacres. Riots go up.

And what causes the underclass to snap?

You can only have someone’s knee on your neck for so long.

Will the revolution be televised?

Everything else is nowadays.

Welcome Back!

Dear Citizen,

Soon, you will be permitted to leave your Personal Health Cubicle and venture out into the barren, poisoned world that is now reality. Congratulations! We advise you to leave your fear at home and enjoy everything America has to offer, which is much less than it did six months ago. It’s been rough for investors! You may notice some changes have taken place, and they’re nothing to be afraid of. All life is change. For example, your grandpa used to be alive, but then he died of the ronus. Change!

Some tips for our brave new world:

LISTEN TO THE GOVERNOR If there’s one thing elected officials know, it’s epidemiology. Trust your leaders.

UNDER MY UMBRELLA ELLA ELLA An umbrella is an excellent tool in these trying times that are also so uncertain. Opened, it can serve as a marker of your Personal Health Radius. Someone gets too close? Poke ’em in the eye. You could also lean against it rakishly, or jab it into subordinates’ chests if they get mouthy. Shit, you could even trick it out like the Penguin. You can do a lot with an umbrella.

BIG QUESTIONS: ANSWERED Where did Captain Caveman’s rank come from? You’re gonna find out once the curve flattens, I promise.

CHAINS EXCITE ME All businesses smaller than, say, Bonefish Grille no longer exist. Mom-and-pops, indie record stores, vintage places, shitty pizza joints, antique malls that you meant to stop going to because of all the racist shit they sell but kept going to, that ice cream place your parents took you to and you took your kids to, and all the vape shops. They’re all gone now. Hope you took pictures. (WARNING: Any non-Barnes & Noble bookstore that survived the Plague is magickal in nature, and its owner should not be trusted.)

MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME Due to the coronavirus, the NCAA has vacated the University of Kentucky men’s basketball team’s 2002 season. No one knows why, they will not explain themselves, and the decision is binding.

THE IRON MAN IN THE MASK Starting June 1st, the definition of “mask” will expand to cover holding your hand over your mouth. Being careful to breathe through your nose will also do, as will not feeling sick

TESTING We’re not doing that anymore. You like tests? What are you, a teacher’s pet or something? Look at Einstein here, begging for more tests!

CHINA WILL PAY No they won’t, Johnny Earl. Not to you, anyway. You couldn’t find China on a map of China, you dipshitted monkey. And don’t think I don’t know about those plane tickets. The fuck you gonna do in Goungzhou, Johnny Earl? You only booked the flight there cuz it was the cheapest. I know how your diseased little mind works. AND you bought tickets for those goddamned pervert Gobbler Twins? They’re just gonna jerk each other off the entire plane ride, Johnny Earl! I don’t think the Chinese allow that sort of thing! They real family-oriented!

FUN FACT The Gobbler Twins’ first names are Memphis and Fulgang.

Here’s the part where we irredeemably lose the plot.

Was there ever one in the first place?

Touché.

Tushee?

President Trump’s Social Media Executive Order, The First Draft 5/28/20

WHEREAS no one has ever been treated more unfairly than President Trump, probably anywhere in the entire world or in the history of the world, or maybe even Mars or whatever;

WHEREAS the Constitution explicitly states that the President of the United States can post whatever he wants on Twitter, even if the memes are too spicy for Sleepy-Eyes Chuck Todd or Ice Cream Nancy or Schumer the Jew;

WHEREAS it’s so wrong, so unbelievably wrong what they did, and they know what they did;

WHEREAS the President should not be limited to 280 characters, and should be able to use italics, which are the letters that lean. Lot of people don’t use italics, but maybe I should start. Maybe that would be good for me;

WHEREAS the Facebook is pretty good, not so bad, the Twitter is the worst site on the internet and very nasty;

WHEREAS many people are saying that Joe Scarborough killed Carole Baskin’s huband;

WHEREAS the Twitter is not allowed to alter my tweets, which are so perfect and tremendous, and earn so many likes that are from real people, unlike Confused Joe Biden, who is up to his neck in bots. Bots. Terrible thing, the bots;

WHEREAS the Bonfire of the Vanities was a real thing. Not just a movie about me! It was in Italy. 1500, 1600, long time ago. Sometime back then. Guy went around burning all the paintings and whatever. Put ’em in a big pile, lit ’em up. Lot of people thought he was doing the right thing. Not many people know that, but a lot of people are talking about it;

WHEREAS did you write that down, Junior? Why would you write that down? Jesus Christ. However many children I have, you’re the dumbest;

WHEREAS are you crying? What the fuck? Get out. Get out of here. Send in my Jewish son;

WHEREAS what time is it? Lunch time? Let’s call it lunch time.

WHEREAS okay, so ordered. Bong bong bong.

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