“His response was to fight it with the only weapons at hand—passive resistance and open displays of contempt.” ― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
As a non-violent resistor to the nascent police state in America, I have been arrested for crimes I did not commit, had my fingernwil clippers and Leatherman pocket knives written into the official record as ‘weapons of mass destruction,’ been shot in the back with a Taser by a security guard who was working with LEO’s after I hacked a major illegal operation by a specific FBI field office, had my internet connections tapped, delayed, altered, redirected, and otherwise subverted ( most recently a hacker used my browser to look at “pogo pins” whatever those re, and left their log in data on my system).
And SOOOO much more.
I once founded a resturant dedicated to peace by pleasing the pallette-and have ben mercilessly harassed ever since.
When I first became aware of the WaPo body count of Americans (many unarmed) it was around 300. Now it is 706. Blacks comprise approximately 2/7ths of these homicides.
I do not condone, nor advocate violence against police. I do, however, sort of chuckle-gleefully-when I realize they bring it on themselves with their blinders on, groupthink cowardice driven, testosterone feuled fascist, unAmerican viewpoints and lifestyle choices. Then, I sort of feel sory for them ( but not too much) and wish they had compassion, conscience, or even morality-but alas, the police profile selects against those human features that you, or I possess.
I do not condone violence against these poor but deadly dogmatic slobs, but rather, encourage awareness that their overlords are using them for the cheap, manipulable, immoral whores that they are. And I sort of pity them, but not much. Most of us could do their job standing on our heads, without the murder, or the moral conflict of ‘shoot a baby/ don’t shoot a baby.’
Rather, direct your vengeance, hte, or other emotion at those who ontrol the narrative-and do that within the law. It may seem hopeless now ( that’s ht they want you to feel) but trust me-I am old enough to have outlived most of these scumbags who tried to use my life as a career stepping stone.
Vengeance is mine, sayeth the scribe.