jimnyc
12-17-2020, 05:45 PM
Best moment?
A police station gets completely destroyed and burned down. Citizen scumbags, antifa, overwhelmed the area with numbers and attacked. And opposed to riot control or shooting them, they packed it in and left their own precinct. And this scumbag calls it "undi*lut*ed ela*tion". He says it's one of the coolest things he has ever seen. What a complete loser. That's the best huh? Admits he's immature about it. In other words, he knows it was wrong and supports it and laughs at it anyway. The police are stupid, for being attacked, and pulling back instead of going after the hoodlums on the street instead.
He states: "If the sheer cin*e*mat*ic gall of such a thing does not fill you with some lev*el of delight, you are too mature"
I guess I'm simply too mature then, as per his writing. And THAT is the craziest thing I ever heard!! :rolleyes:
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The Best Moment of 2020: The Burning of the Third Precinct
This year, wretched as it was, was not steadi*ly wretched from begin*ning to end. It was more like a wave, crest*ing right at the edge of opti*mism before crash*ing down hard and wash*ing every*thing back out to the black and hope*less sea. It’s espe*cial*ly easy to remem*ber the high points in a year like this: They were brief moments when events broke the heavy pull of grav*i*ty and rose up, before falling back down again.
On Feb*ru*ary 22, under bright and mild blue skies, I went to a plush casi*no on the Las Vegas strip and watched hotel work*ers vote over*whelm*ing*ly for Bernie Sanders in the Neva*da cau*cus. Bernie won by a mile, and there was a swelling sense of ela*tion — this was our time. He stood, that day, as the clear favorite for the Demo*c*ra*t*ic nom*i*na*tion, the man who was poised to sweep away our grotesque leader and ush*er in a new age of humane progress. Joe Biden’s cam*paign vol*un*teers were stay*ing at my hotel, and I remem*ber look*ing at them with pity as they stood around in their Biden shirts in the lob*by, a sad bunch of mis*fits fruit*less*ly try*ing to res*ur*rect a long-dead dream. The peo*ple pow*er was on our side. The atmos*phere was gid*dy. There were cel*e*bra*tions. There were crowds. Every*thing was open, and you could see, just down the road, the world that we want*ed, just waiting.
One month lat*er, Joe Biden had the nom*i*na*tion well in hand. The Las Vegas strip had been shut*tered, along with every*thing else. The mighty Culi*nary Union, whose mem*bers ran the casi*no indus*try, was suf*fer*ing from 98% unem*ploy*ment. New York City was in lock*down, the pan*dem*ic had begun to rage, and our bizarre nation*al night*mare of sick*ness and death and soli*tude and dev*as*ta*tion was begin*ning to unfurl in all of its hor*rif*ic majesty.
And it’s been pret*ty bad since then. The year teased us with false hope, then snatched it away and unveiled a grind*ing, cease*less cal*en*dar of monot*o*ny stirred togeth*er with tragedy. Even mod*est*ly good events like Trump’s elec*tion loss or the mak*ing of vac*cines were leav*ened with the heavy knowl*edge that there is an alter*nate world where they would have turned out much, much better.
There is only one moment in 2020 that stands out as one of undi*lut*ed ela*tion. That moment came on the night of May 28, three days after George Floyd was killed by police. The protests that would soon sweep the nation were still cen*tered in Min*neapo*lis. Around 10:00 p.m. that night, I sat a thou*sand miles away, slack*jawed, watch*ing a live stream of riot police evac*u*at*ing from the Third Precinct head*quar*ters. The cops all scur*ried away, and pro*test*ers pro*ceed*ed to burn down the police station.
The cops ran away and the pro*test*ers burned down the police sta*tion. That was one of the coolest fuck*ing things I’ve ever seen.
Is that imma*ture? I don’t care. The cops ran away. The peo*ple burned down the police sta*tion. Take that! Stu*pid cops! If the sheer cin*e*mat*ic gall of such a thing does not fill you with some lev*el of delight, you are too mature. You have allowed an impor*tant part of you to die. I pity you. You see, nor*mal*ly, cops chase peo*ple. Police come into our homes and do what they want. In this case, the peo*ple chased the police. And they went into the police’s home, and they burned it the fuck down. Now do you see? This was beau*ty. This was, for a few hours at least, the tri*umph of hope. It was like watch*ing a very ephemer*al war being won. I do not care that one of the peo*ple lat*er indict*ed for this was a right winger — that just makes that night a very rare exam*ple of the entire polit*i*cal spec*trum achiev*ing a com*mon goal. I do not care to hear any ratio*nal argu*ments about what such an action did or did not “accom*plish” in a cold, ana*lyt*i*cal sense. Life is full of injus*tices large and small, of pow*er*ful insti*tu*tions that sub*ject us to all man*ner of unnec*es*sary incon*ve*niences and out*rages, and noth*ing embod*ies this per*pet*u*al state of unfair*ness more than a police sta*tion. Some*times it is nec*es*sary to see the pow*er of the peo*ple in action, just to feel alive. I will tell you what this action accom*plished: It was awe*some. We all need*ed that.
This was a bad year. But it was also the year that the cops ran away, and peo*ple burned down the police sta*tion. I guess you nev*er can tell when your luck is going to turn around.
https://inthesetimes.com/article/2020-burning-third-precinct-minneapolis-george-floyd
A police station gets completely destroyed and burned down. Citizen scumbags, antifa, overwhelmed the area with numbers and attacked. And opposed to riot control or shooting them, they packed it in and left their own precinct. And this scumbag calls it "undi*lut*ed ela*tion". He says it's one of the coolest things he has ever seen. What a complete loser. That's the best huh? Admits he's immature about it. In other words, he knows it was wrong and supports it and laughs at it anyway. The police are stupid, for being attacked, and pulling back instead of going after the hoodlums on the street instead.
He states: "If the sheer cin*e*mat*ic gall of such a thing does not fill you with some lev*el of delight, you are too mature"
I guess I'm simply too mature then, as per his writing. And THAT is the craziest thing I ever heard!! :rolleyes:
---
The Best Moment of 2020: The Burning of the Third Precinct
This year, wretched as it was, was not steadi*ly wretched from begin*ning to end. It was more like a wave, crest*ing right at the edge of opti*mism before crash*ing down hard and wash*ing every*thing back out to the black and hope*less sea. It’s espe*cial*ly easy to remem*ber the high points in a year like this: They were brief moments when events broke the heavy pull of grav*i*ty and rose up, before falling back down again.
On Feb*ru*ary 22, under bright and mild blue skies, I went to a plush casi*no on the Las Vegas strip and watched hotel work*ers vote over*whelm*ing*ly for Bernie Sanders in the Neva*da cau*cus. Bernie won by a mile, and there was a swelling sense of ela*tion — this was our time. He stood, that day, as the clear favorite for the Demo*c*ra*t*ic nom*i*na*tion, the man who was poised to sweep away our grotesque leader and ush*er in a new age of humane progress. Joe Biden’s cam*paign vol*un*teers were stay*ing at my hotel, and I remem*ber look*ing at them with pity as they stood around in their Biden shirts in the lob*by, a sad bunch of mis*fits fruit*less*ly try*ing to res*ur*rect a long-dead dream. The peo*ple pow*er was on our side. The atmos*phere was gid*dy. There were cel*e*bra*tions. There were crowds. Every*thing was open, and you could see, just down the road, the world that we want*ed, just waiting.
One month lat*er, Joe Biden had the nom*i*na*tion well in hand. The Las Vegas strip had been shut*tered, along with every*thing else. The mighty Culi*nary Union, whose mem*bers ran the casi*no indus*try, was suf*fer*ing from 98% unem*ploy*ment. New York City was in lock*down, the pan*dem*ic had begun to rage, and our bizarre nation*al night*mare of sick*ness and death and soli*tude and dev*as*ta*tion was begin*ning to unfurl in all of its hor*rif*ic majesty.
And it’s been pret*ty bad since then. The year teased us with false hope, then snatched it away and unveiled a grind*ing, cease*less cal*en*dar of monot*o*ny stirred togeth*er with tragedy. Even mod*est*ly good events like Trump’s elec*tion loss or the mak*ing of vac*cines were leav*ened with the heavy knowl*edge that there is an alter*nate world where they would have turned out much, much better.
There is only one moment in 2020 that stands out as one of undi*lut*ed ela*tion. That moment came on the night of May 28, three days after George Floyd was killed by police. The protests that would soon sweep the nation were still cen*tered in Min*neapo*lis. Around 10:00 p.m. that night, I sat a thou*sand miles away, slack*jawed, watch*ing a live stream of riot police evac*u*at*ing from the Third Precinct head*quar*ters. The cops all scur*ried away, and pro*test*ers pro*ceed*ed to burn down the police station.
The cops ran away and the pro*test*ers burned down the police sta*tion. That was one of the coolest fuck*ing things I’ve ever seen.
Is that imma*ture? I don’t care. The cops ran away. The peo*ple burned down the police sta*tion. Take that! Stu*pid cops! If the sheer cin*e*mat*ic gall of such a thing does not fill you with some lev*el of delight, you are too mature. You have allowed an impor*tant part of you to die. I pity you. You see, nor*mal*ly, cops chase peo*ple. Police come into our homes and do what they want. In this case, the peo*ple chased the police. And they went into the police’s home, and they burned it the fuck down. Now do you see? This was beau*ty. This was, for a few hours at least, the tri*umph of hope. It was like watch*ing a very ephemer*al war being won. I do not care that one of the peo*ple lat*er indict*ed for this was a right winger — that just makes that night a very rare exam*ple of the entire polit*i*cal spec*trum achiev*ing a com*mon goal. I do not care to hear any ratio*nal argu*ments about what such an action did or did not “accom*plish” in a cold, ana*lyt*i*cal sense. Life is full of injus*tices large and small, of pow*er*ful insti*tu*tions that sub*ject us to all man*ner of unnec*es*sary incon*ve*niences and out*rages, and noth*ing embod*ies this per*pet*u*al state of unfair*ness more than a police sta*tion. Some*times it is nec*es*sary to see the pow*er of the peo*ple in action, just to feel alive. I will tell you what this action accom*plished: It was awe*some. We all need*ed that.
This was a bad year. But it was also the year that the cops ran away, and peo*ple burned down the police sta*tion. I guess you nev*er can tell when your luck is going to turn around.
https://inthesetimes.com/article/2020-burning-third-precinct-minneapolis-george-floyd