Gay Disco Dancing Hooligans (Who Want to Go To the Junior College Next Year)

Originally Posted Saturday, August 16, 2014

I was going to write a piece about Ferguson, Missouri, but Q beat me to it with much the same take.  Peaceful kids, really, love their mothers and want the same things we all want, college, etc.  Trying to reduce conflict to simplicities doesn't work.  Good guys/bad guys.  These fellows could simply be professional dancers, actors, or marchers in a gay parade.  They might be just like me, acting out against the abuse of authority.  But they could be Boco Harem, too.  I am one who doesn't react well to loud voices and sudden movements.  Where I grew up, that was a prelude to something bad.  My adrenal glands start popping right away.  Now imagine that I'm a white guy who hates having a negro in the White House.  I get my "news" from FOX and have never watched Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert or Bill Maher or John Oliver.  I'm a cop who likes law and order.  I'm in a cop car.  I'm told by the state that I have some sort of authority and a duty to keep order.  Why do negroes like walking in the middle of the road?  If you are a constant reader of this blog, you will remember that I wrote a piece on that in the past year.  "Get out of the road," I say.  "Fuck you, asshole," is what I get in response from a nice young boy who dreams of going to college right after he get through smoking the cigarillos he just stole from the convenience store after roughing up the clerk.  "Hey, wait a minute.  You can't say that to me, I'm the authority."  But maybe that isn't the way it went.  "Sorry, officer.  We were just walking here because there are a lot of mean ass dogs that will get you if you get too close to the house.  We'll move, sorry."  Something like that.  Or, "Hey, nigger, what the fuck you doing?"  Of course I'm angry because I just found out my wife has been "seeing" our kid's sixth grade teacher who is from Haiti. 

Who knows.  There are about a zillion scenarios. 

Kaboom. 

Somebody's dead.  It's not the cop. 

Then, like Robin Williams, he become everybody's hero.  Don't imagine that the cops don't fuck with negroes.  Don't imagine that those negroes are all nice boys off to college in the fall.  Shit will happen. 

I hate that game of pigs and gangstas.  I hate the game of Arabs and Jews.  And I'm not always fond of people who are not like me. 

But I have a solution.  Don't let every cop walk around with a gun on his belt.  I've known policemen who have gone an entire career without ever shooting their gun in the line of duty.  You should have to pass many, many tests on an ongoing basis to ever be issued a gun.  I'd rather have a smart cop than an armed cop any day. 

Hell, I'm smart, and I don't own a gun.  I know that if I were a cop, it would be dangerous to give me a gun.  I don't have one because I don't want to shoot anyone, and I know if I had one I might.  Put me in a uniform, give me authority and make me part of the gun culture. . . who knows?  One of those gay disco hooligans might yell and move too quickly and next thing you know they'd be rioting in my own hometown.