ROK Drop Open Thread – June 07, 2020

The chaos will not continue through November.

It will die down when there is nothing left to loot or burn in poor neighborhoods, the middle class gets sick of the feral human infestation and guard their areas with black rifles, and the local governments realized they need some sort if tax income and start protecting the business districts.

Then, in the nation’s speediest trial, the cop(s) which were intentionally over-charged with murder, when manslaughter might not even stick, will be found not guilty just in time for the election.

Then the feral humans will take to the streets again.

As much as I detest the concept of a soulless bureaucracy, CH has hit the nail on the head. They are behaving in a very callous way with the lives of so many people.

If the people inciting and performing the riots are who and what they appear to be, they are going to spend eternity in a place where, as Jesus told his followers, “the fire is never quenched and the worm never dies.”

Our job then, is to try to reach as many as possible to give them a chance (Romans 6:23, 10:13) to avoid that fate. And I hope all of you fellow ‘Drop readers have a chance to decide before it’s too late.

The left defunds the police.

The rich hire private security.

The left demands socialist private security for all.

The left reinvents the police.

Anyone who wants to see the inner workings of how the Minneapolis riots got started, check out this video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfsuKCgwDpo

Only give the leftists what they want in hard left cities.

When those financially able flee the shìtholes they created and move to nice majority conservative places, have a sustained awareness campaign of why they escaped that city and chose the new city.

But that is probably a dream. My experience trying to discuss any issues with leftists is an exercise in extreme futility. They won’t stay on topic. They never resolve any point. They attack process and motivation rather than discuss facts and analysis. They imagine what I am thinking and attack my imaginary thoughts. When backed into a corner, the respond with LOL or HAHAHAHA or Whatever. They will not answer direct questions that have only the answer they don’t like. Eventually, they will claim to have answered that question long ago and refuse to address it again. In fact, the discussions are quite irrational.

So there is little hope they can see the voting mistakes they made in a failed city and refuse to repeat those mistakes in a successful city.

In fact, I am starting to suspect liberals, leftists, progressives, and Democrats are NPCs with a crashed AI routine.

Is it appropriate to shoot them in hopes the bugs are reset when they respawn?

I am starting to suspect liberals, leftists, progressives, and Democrats are NPCs with a crashed AI routine.
Is it appropriate to shoot them in hopes the bugs are reset when they respawn?

I’m starting to think so too.
My father in law sold real estate for a short time (among other things, NASA engineer, et al). He became the best sales person for the company almost overnight, seemingly magically. His advice (which we have always kept in mind) was: If you see something wrong with the property, just about everyone else will too.
There are the extreme outliers who will like some weird aspect, but they are so rare time and money will be wasted trying to find them.
At any rate…
Why doesn’t that work in this case? The problems and solutions should be obvious to everyone. They’ve been time tested. Again and again and again.

Covered by Rudyard Kipling some years back. The “copybook headings” to which the title refers were proverbs or maxims, often drawn from sermons and scripture extolling virtue and wisdom, that were printed at the top of the pages of copybooks, special notebooks used by 19th-century British school-children. The students had to copy the maxims repeatedly, by hand, down the page. The exercise was thought to serve simultaneously as a form of moral education and penmanship practice.

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

I’ll just leave this here…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potemkin_village

Q: How many African-Americans does it take to start a riot?

A: -1

The Philippines have their own version of bothe the Saudi Sword Dance and the Mexican Hat Dance.

They don’t want to be anybody’s vassal. And that’s a pretty narry path to dance along…