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Revision as of 21:13, 29 May 2024

Online diary of Karl Jones for Sunday May 31, 2020.

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Minneapolis Police Department

Minneapolis native here. Plenty of good police officers in town, they were always there for me when I needed them a lot last summer (junkies on my lawn shooting up every day). Met a few, good guys, doing their jobs.

There is also a small but extremely hard core of Law-N-Order cops, Trumpers, black haters, cops of the Cops-Who-Actually-Get-Proudly-Photographed-With-Donald-Trump variety. Senior guys, hard asses. I find it very easy to imagine younger, good-hearted cops with consciences and ideals being very intimidated by the tough guys who run the shop.

My neighborhood is reduced to ash and curfew

[Context: User Tamsin_Bailey: "So you’re a vigilante? Sweet. What’s your costume?"]

In fact I write and illustrate superhero comics, so you are closer to home than you think.

But that’s all down the shitter now that my neighborhood is reduced to ash and curfew.

Update: ash, curfew, and humvees leading squads of dozens of heavily armed officers who shout threats at law-abiding home owners on what used to be quiet residential streets, as seen in the video below, where one of the cop-soldiers shoots either the camera person or the person adjacent with what must be a rubber bullet. The camera person is standing in the doorway of a house, presumably her own, at the time.

Grim thoughts about Minneapolis

UPDATE, got some sleep, last word:

It had to be Minneapolis. It had to be Minnesota. There is no state in the Union which rabid haters more wish to rape than Minneapolis, Minnesota.

We are the land of Paul Wellstone. Al Franken. Walter Mondale. George McGovern. I could go back a century but let's leave it at George McGovern, 1972 Presidential Election map, brought to you in a sea of red by Watergating ratfuckers, but some of us stayed true blue up here. (Okay, I was thirteen in 1972: Watergate was my coming-of-age, second only to the Moon Landing. Let us say I got dyed true blue.)

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