Dead Cops Are Expensive
Friday, February 29th, 2008I was on my way to purchase foodstuffs at my local Walmart when I came across as heavy a police presence that I’ve seen in some time. Was it the Black Jesus, schlepping through the neighborhood, gathering still more apostles? Or was it the Desperate Queen, working diligently to preserve her kingdom in the coming primary election?
Then, when noticing I was in sight of Ft. God/Six Flags Over Jesus (how the cynical among us refer to Prestonwood Baptist Church), I remembered today was the scheduled funeral for the Dallas police officer with the poor driving skills. Everywhere I glanced I saw parked police and sheriff patrol units. In the sky were no less than four police helicopters hovering over the area like dragonflies seeking prey. The cost to the taxpaying public for this show of gangster solidarity must be enormous.
What disturbed me the most was the assortment of civilians along the sidewalks, awaiting to pay their “respects“, no doubt, to the funeral caravan to come. My, my how Americans love the taste of leather and the crack of the whip.
This display left no doubt who the important are among us. They are the uniformed mob (police and military) who defend and preserve the tyranny of the state. Their lives have far more value than the peons they claim to “protect and serve.” And there is no limit to the wealth they will confiscate to glorify their exalted position.
Bow down to your master, small one, and be thankful they don’t take more.



















