Times Flexes Muscles, Arms Fall Off

Ari L. NoonanOP-EDLeave a Comment

A week ago this evening, 50 mentally defective racists from the Black Punks Matter movement – sprinkled among a crowd of 750 normal persons –pooled their slender cerebral resources. As pre-potty trained, attention-seeking little boys are wont to do, the failed professional thugs violently disrupted a peace-mending mission Mayor Garcetti had made to a prestigious black setting, Holman United Methodist Church.

Meanwhile, in the far-away offices of Our Town’s response to Peewee Herman, the Los Angeles Times, an editor burped, borrowed a handkerchief to eviscerate the worst part of his drool, and wordlessly returned to his favorite online poker drama.

In the 50 years since the Watts Riots, numbed readers have learned that the courageous multi-cultured racists at the Times do not criticize – much less condemn – blacks and Muslims when they behave like animals.

It isn’t that the swishy Times’ journalists are committed to improving race relations. They fear, in this case, that the geniuses who comprise the Black Punks Matter movement will retaliate. To discourage fierce  betting among Times boys and girls as to whether the Punks will firebomb or burn down the Times, the newspaper loudly responds by remaining silent, editorially.

When Black Punks Matter exploded, swarmed the mayor, the way wild beasts do to their prey over at the zoo, the Times filled page A-1 with dull news and buried the report on the most startling development in Los Angeles in the second section.

In the followup days, the Times again dumped the dynamite event in the second section/

In this morning’s edition, when Pastor Kelvin Sauls of Holman United said he was cancelling plans to invite Mr. Garcetti back after huddling with city leaders. He blamed social media leaking of the invitation. The pastor did not want the animals to make a return visit.

All of this high drama crackles in the veins of peacemakers and the animals.

The Los Angeles Times, the sissified lighthouse of the community, puts one hand on each hip, taps its high-heeled shoes and muscularly says… nothing …in the tradition of thin-lipped liberals.

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