Once Again, We Have Ridden The Hobby Horses Of The Apocalypse

Here in Texas, Governor Hotwheels (R-NRA) has called for unity in the aftermath of this week's Dallas bloodbath. This blogger wants NO UNITY with Dumbo gun-nuts and their Teabagger brethren. Governor Hotwheels and his Dumbo running-mates call for unity when their ox has been gored. If this is a (fair & balanced) wish for Dumbos/Teabaggers to be hoist by their own assault weapons, so be it.

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I Dread What's Coming — Truly, I Do
By Charlie P. (Charles P. Pierce)

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To those of us who are of a certain age, the psychic signposts of Thursday night in Dallas marked a vaguely remembered route to hell. Snipers in buildings. The wounded being rushed to Parkland Hospital, for pity's sake. And when Don Lemon of CNN made the curious observation that the streets of Dallas seemed an unlikely venue for murderous gunplay, those of us who are of a certain age thought he was out of his mind.

After all, it was murderous gunplay in the streets of Dallas that was the first inkling many of us of the post-war suburban generation had that, yes, the world could go out of its mind.

(While we're on the subject of coverage, all kinds of credit should go out to the local television stations in Dallas, especially the CBS affiliate, which were way out in front on the crucial piece of information that Mark Hughes, whose picture had been released to the media, was not one of the shooters. It took the national cable networks an inexcusably long time to dial back this piece of the story, which is why I went local for my coverage very early on. And it was only the local reporters in Dallas who kept Hughes from being the Abdulrahman Alharbi—or, worse, the Richard Jewell—of the Thursday night horrors.)

I dread what's coming. Truly, I do.

By all accounts, including Radley Balko's, the Dallas Police Department is the very model of a modern urban law enforcement operation. That is going to be lost in the cacophony (and worse) of what comes next. Just as the events in Dallas profaned the victims in Baton Rouge and St. Paul, whatever vengeance is taken by law enforcement that profanes the victims in Dallas likely will be taken far from that wounded place. The political utility of this awful series of events is going to be manifested in ways loud and indecent. I won't even dignify it by mocking it, not right away, at any rate. I choose for the moment not to ride with the Hobby Horses of the Apocalypse.

This week has now flown so far beyond politics that it is barely visible any more from the ideological trenches in which we have grown so comfortable. It began with the impromptu execution of two African-American citizens at the hands of police in Louisiana and in Minnesota. It ended with the organized execution from ambush of Dallas police officers. I do not intend to contribute to the general rhetorical melee.

Yes, I believe that there should be far fewer high-powered firearms in the hands of the general American public, but I'm not going to get into stupid arguments over what is and what isn't an assault weapon. Yes, I believe there remains a serious crisis in American law enforcement with regard to the militarization in thought and in materiel of the people who are charged with keeping what we call the peace.

But, for today, anyway, I am going to make the unremarkable point that none of these people, not the two victims of police violence nor the five victims of Thursday night, need to be dead right now. Their deaths served no purpose. Ennobling them in public grief doesn't make those deaths any less unnecessary. There is too much useless death in this country, too much pointless martyrdom. That is the lesson of this awful week. That is the only lesson worth listening to in the days ahead. Ω

[Charles P. "Charlie" Pierce is a sportswriter, political blogger, author, and game show panelist. Pierce is the lead political blogger for Esquire, a position he has held since September 2011. He has written for Grantland, The New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, the Chicago Tribune, the Boston Globe Sunday Magazine, the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, Sports Illustrated, The National Sports Daily, GQ, and Slate. Pierce makes appearances on radio as a regular contributor to a pair of NPR programs: "Only A Game" and "Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!" He graduated from Marquette University (BA, Journalism).]

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