So it seems that Baltimore (or maybe I should call it Balti-less) has decided to go all out, screw their civic courage to the sticking-point, and prosecute the police officers involved in the curious and to date unexplained death of Freddy Grey while in custody of those aforementioned officers for murder. Well, yay them, I suppose, although the fearless public prosecutor certainly may have overcharged in general and overcharged regarding the officers in charge, not to mention releasing the wrong personal details regarding two of those charged. Apparently, those details – age, middle initials, occupation, addresses, etc. are those of two completely different people with the same first and last name. This does not bode well, making a goof like this right off the bat.
Texas, of course, had their own interesting kerfuffle, in the suburb of Garland the other night, when a couple of impulsive ISIS wanna-bes decided to hop into their car and go on a road trip to shoot up an art show based on prize-winning drawings of Mohammad. Elton and Nadir’s Excellent Jihad Adventure came to an abrupt end in the parking-lot entrance. Apparently the pair of ISIS-America’s finest volunteer warriors were not expecting any kind of security at the event, or resistance from on-duty police, and charged in with guns blazing … to be taken out by the cop on traffic duty with his side-arm, according to some reports. Don’t Mess With Texas – it’s more than just an anti-littering slogan. Whatever else can be said of law enforcement officers in Texas, this incident and the one in December involving a crazed gunman on the rampage in Austin, who was nailed with a single shot from a pistol at more than 300 feet by an officer who had the reins of two horses in his other hand – they spend a fair amount of time on the range. Must be a holdover frontier tradition, I guess.
Early in 2006, I meditated on the problem of violent Islam, and my exhaustion with it, even then:
Whatever the Islamic outrage du jour is, we are tired of it. We are tired of easily-set off mobs, burning and murdering, of hatred preached in mosques and middle-eastern newspapers, of vile insults and lies, of beheadings and bombs, of bullying and threats, of rapes and mutilations and the oppression of women, and the usual slickly-suited creatures oozing justifications for it on the TV and radio afterwards. We are tired of the same old whine about persecution by the same creatures whose co-religionists practice persecution with vigor and keen enjoyment. We are tired to exhaustion of the Islamic worlds’ tattered woobie of the Palestinian people, taken out and shaken about whenever interest flags – never never mind that the so-called Palestinian people seem to have suffered more at the hands of their so-called friends than they have gotten from their ostensible enemy … We are tired of being told we have to understand, to respect and to tolerate – and yet to see that that understanding, respect and toleration is not reciprocated in any meaningful way, in most of those places where Islam meets the other.
We are tired of being hectored about getting to know the Koran, and the Islamic street; especially since the more we get to know it, the more we dislike it, all of its works and ways; prejudices, ignorance and barbarities on full display, courtesy of the unfiltered blog media. We are just tired, tired of being tolerant and calm and understanding and enduring. We want to think the best of people, truly we do— but there is a limit, and someday — probably terrifyingly soon – it will be reached. I hope, personally, that it will not be tomorrow or the day after, when the last patient nerve is shredded into microscopic threads and the limit has been reached. If and when that happens, the going will get really, really ugly.