The War on Quentin Tarantino
The Fraternal Order Of Police (FOOP) has promised a “Surprise” for Quentin Tarantino, in retaliation for Quentin Tarantino’s “War on Police Officers” — i.e. having the shameless gall to speak out against police brutality.
The only “surprise” those assholes could ever pull off would be to start answering constructive criticism with logic and reasoning instead of their usual reptilian lash-out reflex of “Ugh! Bad! Hate! War!”
Don’t hold your breath. A logical rational discussion is only possible with an IQ above freezing. If only the above-mentioned Gestapo Wannabes were smart enough not to get lost in a one-room apartment, they would have noticed that most of the public fury is directed toward specific lawless unaccountable police officers; NOT every police department.
Using the “War On Police!” logic — cracking down on drunk driving is a “War on Cars!” Prosecuting a corrupt judge is a “War on America’s Judicial System!” Etc.
The Fraternal Order Of Police doesn’t give a fuck about police brutality or the ongoing shakedown and extortion of anyone who might be Driving/Walking/Existing While Black/Brown/Different. No problem — as long as the liberal media doesn’t go sticking its nose in where it doesn’t belong, and celebrities learn to keep their mouths shut.
About fifteen years ago in the Bronx, an immigrant was approached by police officers and told to empty his pockets. When he reached into his pocket to get his wallet, they shot him 41 times. Pointblank. Bruce Springsteen wrote a song about it — “American Skin (41 Shots).”
A high-ranking NYPD spokes-bot lashed out at Bruce Springsteen by calling him a “dirt bag” and a “floating fag.”
The more things change…