Maybe not the literal last word, but I’m more than ass-tired of the posturing, pontificating, and pipe-bomb-throwing over a convenience store robbery gone horribly wrong (not that there’s a right way to rob a convenience store).
The American colonies must have been an unruly place, full as they were of religious fanatics and slave traders, second sons and fortune hunters, criminals and former political prisoners, and all manner of people in between. The first settlements hugged the coast, where one set of adventurers looked seaward while another looked to the interior wilderness. It was, in retrospect, almost inevitable that North America would quickly become the wealthiest place in the world by the 17th century.
Why? Because those seditionists, fanatics, and gamblers were impossible to rule. While we are counting our blessings this Thanksgiving, let’s not forget to count that one: Our ancestors did not much like being told what to do, and we — and the world — are immeasurably richer and happier for that.
British subjects and American colonists had the opportunity and the inclination to begin a finer and more robust division of labor than did their European counterparts. They were just a little bit more free — and a little bit more determined to be free — and that little bit made an incalculable difference, not only to them, but to the world.
They built something remarkable. And the idiot children of the Left are today cheering those who would literally burn it down, in Ferguson and elsewhere.
I am generally inclined toward outbreaks of orneriness, whether in Nevada or in Missouri. If the people of Ferguson believe that they are misgoverned, that their police are a problem, that the usual forms of legal and political redress have failed them, then, by all means, shake the foundations. And there may have been about five minutes at the beginning when that’s what this was about. The crowd in Ferguson is now very little more than a lynch mob. Maybe I should be ashamed of it, but there’s a little part of my heart that would leap at the sight of Americans setting fire to a tax office. But setting fire to an Autozone? Pathetic.
The most shocking act of nonconformity in Ferguson, the boldest declaration of independence, would be starting a business rather than burning one.
A Missouri bakery nearly destroyed by violent protests in Ferguson this week has received more than $200,000 in donations from Good Samaritans helping to rebuild the popular cake shop.
Business owner Natalie DuBose opened “Natalie’s Cakes and More” in June about a block away from the Ferguson Police Department, according to Fox affiliate KTVI.
DuBose’s bakery saw a flow of steady customers until protesters vandalized it Monday night after the announcement that a grand jury will not indict a white police officer in the shooting death of an 18-year-old black man in Ferguson.
Windows were smashed and cooking equipment was damaged at the business — just as DuBose and her workers were preparing for Thanksgiving.
DuBose quickly set up an account on the website, GoFundMe.com, allowing strangers from around the country to donate. Actress Patricia Heaton urged her Twitter followers to contribute to DuBose’s cause.
“I LOVE TO BAKE!!! It was my dream and I’m working hard to accomplish that dream,” DuBose wrote on the website. “My main windows were smashed and bakery damaged. I’m beside myself, but with the holidays, can’t stop working.”
Dubose, 32, had set a goal of raising $20,000, but as of Thursday afternoon the site reported $226,757 in donations.
I’m placing the over/under on dollars contributed by Al Sharpton and all of his hucksters, hooligans, and hell-raisers combined at $1 out of that 226,757. Anybody want to take the over? No? Smart readers.
The Black Panthers, Muslim agitators, and professional thugs who have burned Ferguson to the ground can’t crawl back into the sewers whence they came fast enough to suit me. And Natalie DuBose can’t bake enough pies, cakes, and muffins. Make mine a pumpkin, still warm, if you’ve got one.
PS: What a threat Ms. DuBose is. She thinks she can make something of herself. No wonder they torched her shop, hardly accidentally. She requires nothing of the government but to be allowed to live and work in peace. And when the government failed her (also hardly accidentally), her fellow decent, freedom-loving citizens o’erflowed her cup with kindness. With permission of all involved, that’s how I’ll choose to honor the memory of Michael Young, the Gentle Giant. It’s no more a stretch than the nonsense peddled in the press.