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Could the cops just this once, as a show of good faith, bug out? Not all of them, of course. Just make a show of sending the SWAT teams home or removing the overwhelming police presence from the center of West Florissant Avenue?
For most of the morning it’s been a handful of protesters marching up and down the street chanting, among other things, “What do we want? A murder charge! When do we want it? Now!” It’s that particular sentiment that hangs like ominous approaching clouds over this whole place.
What we’re seeing here now in Ferguson, Missouri isn’t like those past insurgencies. This isn’t a full-on riot, although it has the potential to be. What’s happening here is like nothing we’ve seen before in that it’s felt like such a blatant abuse of authority on the part of the police responding to it.
In some ways Ferguson, Missouri has become a nightmarish snapshot of America, circa 2014 — with hucksters and hackers and guns, oh my. It’s a gruesome social satire that would be funny if the whole thing wasn’t so damn tragic, with all of it stemming from a dead black teenager laying in the middle of a street after becoming the latest victim of blue-on-black violence.
Imagine what it takes to convince a man of Robin Williams’ passion and character that life is an exercise in punishing misery and death is the sensible answer to it. If you can do that, you can begin to grasp how deeply depression runs and how tragic its impact is.
Gawker Senior Gay Affairs Correspondent J.K. Trotter — the man who actually stalked Shepard Smith in an effort to get him to admit he’s gay — is at it again.