So, I was just perusing other blogs and I believe I found this one on Eschaton which had a link to the gawker. "Baltimore is a Shithole": Undisturbed Peace at the Maryland Hunt Club." Read it and weep. I know these kinds of people. Hell I have family members who are these people. Look at the pictures. Read the words of truly awful human beings being said on Saturday, April 25, 2015 as thousands began a 3 mile March from Sandtown to City Hall.
These are the people who are only capable of creating rage. That is their career/hobby. Entitled fucking rage creators.
This is a long article so the following is within fair use and enough to make you want to punch these entitled assholes in their smug faces.
“Pete, Pete, Pete, Pete, what up? What up?” screamed a girl in an aqua Lilly Pulitzer shift, stumbling as she ran across the lawn to embrace her friend.
This would not be the last time that I heard hip hop-inflected language at the Hunt Cup. In fact, as I walked up and down the rows of tailgaters, I noticed that the music bumping out of cars was overwhelmingly hip hop.
I talked to two boys, both seniors at Loyola Blakefield. One had braces and dimples, and both sported the lacrosse flip, a shaggy hairstyle that is just short enough to evade prep school dress code restrictions. They stood next to a big new pickup truck with an American flag planted firmly in the back. The boy with the dimples made a sideways peace sign for my camera.
“Do you guys read the news?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” the boy with the dimples said.
“Do you know about what’s going on in Baltimore?”
“Yeah, the riot,” he said. “My dad wouldn’t let me go to the O’s game last night because of the riot. He was worried I might be in danger.”
He was referring to Friday night, the night I went to the police station to find no one but the neighbors hanging out and the two police on duty.
“Do you know why the riot is happening?” I asked, not correcting him.
“No,” he shook his head, half paying attention.
“Do you have any thoughts about that?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “Enjoy the race.”
“Do you know about the protest?” I asked.
“It’s kind of stupid,” the boy in the yellow shorts said. “I think it’s a racial thing. Just because one African-American man died, they all team up. But we’re all the same.”
I walked by a 30-something man puffing a cigar.
“No diggity, no doubt,” he laughed to his friend.
So, if the folks on this site who still don't get why black folks get incensed over repeated, unpunished murders, read the whole article and look at those white privileged faces and come back and tell me why you still think the Negroes should just be Gandhi and MLK.