Comments by "KesArt" (@kesart8378) on "The Damage Report" channel.

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  26. Having lived in the American South for a few decades, and Alabama for two years, I must confess to an utter lack of surprise. A state with at least two fundamentalist Christian churches on each street--a difficult thing for a liberal Lutheran--every medical practice's waiting room telly permanently tuned to FOX, and older Whites and Blacks, at least in the mid-sized city where I resided, carrying on a charade of history-denying amicability, a pretense at racial harmony that flouts the all too recent violently racist past. Also, near all of the Alabamans with whom I conversed, including doctors and dentists, stated unequivocally that they would not wish to live any other place--and the majority lived within a few miles of where they had grown up--which struck me as either a failure of imagination, or of curiosity. Probably both. And Alabama was the only place where an Anerican, a woman in her mid-thirties, turned around in the library queue to inform me that, "I know accents and you're from Chicago." She seemed nonplussed when I informed that my Irish accent did not have roots in the "Windy City" of Chicago. And in the first meeting of the writer's club that I attended in my southeastern Alabama city, my initial verbal contribution was countered with a suspicious, "What kinda accent is that?" As with the Chicago-on-her-mind lady, the reply, "Irish. It's an Irish accent", did not evoke an entirely pleased expression. Alabama, Florida, Mississippi, Texas, these places that provoke one to say, "If you think the events described are fictive, you don't know___ (fill in the state from the list)." And bless them all.
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  39. In this point in time, John needs to get past his abstract opposition to police shooting citizens and confront the realities peculiar to this specific situation. Yes, the death of another human is not a cause for celebration. However, the death of Ms. Babbitt immediately in front of her crazed compatriots acted as a blast of Arctic water upon their ardour. For had Ashli Babbitt succeeded in breaching those doors, her success would have emboldened further those behind her and they would have poured through the floodgates that her triumph had opened. And once through those doors a short sprint across the Speaker's Lobby would have brought the insurrectionists to the set of doors--behind which stood three agents, their handguns trained on the barricaded doors' glass panels--that give entry immediately onto the House chambers--and to where elected officials crouched in their gas masks. So John's handwringing, while humane and decent, belongs to abstract philosophical discussions, for if carried on too long it provides a wedge for less scrupulous people to question the righteousness of this very specific shooting: "Couldn't he have tazed her?" "He's a trained officer who knows non-lethal ways to deter an aggressive subject." THUS WASN'T A TYPICAL DOMESTIC DISTURBANCE CALL; IT WAS A MATTER OF PREVENTING A RAGING MOB--AMPED UP BY HATEFUL RHETORIC, THE LUNATIC'S SENSE OF A HOLY CALL TO ARMS, A LUST FOR BLOOD, AND VATS OF ADRENALINE--FROM REACHING THEIR BUT A STONE'S THROW AWAY DESTINATION, AND ACHIEVING THEIR OBJECTIVE OF PREVENTING THE LAWFUL TRANSFER OF POWER BY MEMBERS OF THE AMERICAN CONGRESS, AS MANDATED BY THE AMERICAN CONSTITUTION.
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