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‘On the Side of the Road’
A Measure of Our Inhumanity

The murder count has been down in Harm City. But murder is a very narrow slice of the violence pie, and even among killings is particular.

Last month and armed robber was shot dead by a cop. That’s a body, the same exact class of petty criminal hoodrat body that makes the murder count, but was not ruled a murder, as it was clearly justifiable.

10 days ago a child was listed as a homicide, then removed from the list, the authorities having decided it was an accident.

Last week a thug broke into a cop’s home and woke the man u with a gun to his head. The cop took the gun and killed the fool with it. Although there was some pushing for a murder charge from the so-called “black community,” the killing was not ruled a murder. Still, the police refuse to classify this as a home invasion, but rather as an armed burglary gone wrong.

Yesterday morning, around 2:00 a.m. Sunday, some fool wench with a made up hoodrat name, was on a date with “some guy.” Nobody even knew who she was out with.

The guy rammed his KIA SUV into a parked tow truck and the girl was ejected, bleeding to death on the side of Belair Road down by the golf course. The man left her to die on the side of the road and drove off. If he is captured, her death will still not be a murder, but is actually a better indicator of the level of brutality in Baltimore than the number of head shots delivered by fellow drug dealers during duplicitous drug deals. Those are merely civil service on the job fatalities. Now what happened to the creatively-named woman yesterday morning, that is the degenerate society our rulers cultivate when they facilitate massive drug importation and a civic ethos centered on lack of agency.

That dying girl left in the street to die by the man who accidentally injured her, and the sidewalk memorial service where the woman who birthed her but taught her less than nothing blubbered on; that is society as internally weaponized consumption organism, the society necessary for final human atomization, that our owners seek to bring into being; that is Baltimore, test habitat of the future.

This morning a car containing a baby was carjacked in my neighborhood. In a city which worships evil, there can be no mercy for the innocent.

Dawn in Dindustan

Conducting the Moral Autopsy 0f a Nation

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BobNovember 16, 2017 3:57 AM UTC

Did you see their Redneckopoly™? There's a game for every racist's stocking.

"Getting down and dirty at the local Ho Down, making moonshine, having your latest batch of crystal meth blowing up in your face, building trailers and double-wides, are some of the elements of the game. Not dope enough?...If you can't pass the field sobriety test you might just land yourself in da drunk tank.

Contents: Game Board Loan Shark Tray 40 Trailers 17 Double-wides Pink Slip Cards Gamble and Redneck Stash Cards 7 Game Pieces (Shot Gun, Horse Shoe, Can of Chewing Tobacco, Monster Truck, Moon Shine, Trucker's Hat , and a Piece of Crap) Counterfeit Money 2 Dice"
responds:November 16, 2017 11:46 AM UTC

I have played both games, Bob. Both are fun, but Ghettopoly is outstanding and is actually an improvement on the original.
Lynn LockhartNovember 16, 2017 1:17 AM UTC

Ted Kennedy was reincarnated as a dindu? Maybe he will get to be president after all!
BobNovember 15, 2017 12:20 AM UTC

Baltimore Christmas stocking:
responds:November 15, 2017 2:07 PM UTC

What a good game!

There is even a prison rape card!