Feasting on Blood

Steyn Online ^ | 14 Sep 2020 | Mark Steyn

[Rummyfan]

Just another weekend in America: A black man walks up to a police cruiser and shoots two Los Angeles County sheriff's deputies. Both, as I write, are alive but in very serious condition. If they survive, they will live with their wounds for what remains of their days.

It is small consolation that even in Compton the number of persons willing to commit cold-blooded murder in broad daylight is relatively small. It is rather more disturbing to contemplate the huge mass of people willing to gloat and feast on the blood. Here is a chap called "beno_the great" rejoicing on "social" media that "them niggers just got aired out", even as them niggers bleed out behind him with not a soul going to their assistance.

The felled deputies were eventually removed to the St Francis Medical Center in Lynwood, a private hospital founded by the Sisters of St Francis of Penance. The nearer public hospital, Martin Luther King Jr, was closed a decade-and-a-half back because of its general incompetence and mismanagement resulting in so many unnecessary deaths that the American College of Surgeons revoked their certification of the trauma unit. So now the bodies travel further. Once the marching morons discovered that the wounded were at St Francis, they went and blocked the entrances to the hospital's emergency department.

[Rummyfan]

beno_thegreat: He enjoys a nice cop killing.

[mylife]

Burn in hell Beno.

[Cobra64]

May an MS13 gang meet this asshole in the near future.

[RicocheT]

Thanks, Rummyfan for the pointer to another one of Mark Steyn’s great columns. Steyn’s vocabulary, writing style and insightful works are awesome.

[alrea]

guy probably would eat his own

[logi_cal869]

I saw the video clip of the ambush. If it was a man, it was a midget. Walked like a pubescent teen girl with pants sagging.

[Geronimo]

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,—
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue—
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter’d with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.