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Nobody really asked for my take on the Sean Bell verdict, and it’s completely understandable; given my reputation here, it’s likely I’d say something that wouldn’t sit well with the many readers of this site, kind of like the Menstrual Cramps P album review I did last Friday. But the truth of the matter is I really didn’t care about the trial in the first case, but not because I’m a venomous asshole whose sadism is so blinding at times my own cousin – who’s as equally if not more fucked up than I am, thus providing inspiration for many a sideways slick comment – has the audacity to wonder if there’s something wrong with me at times.

I just tell him it ain’t nothing to it; gangsta rap made me do it.

Now when I say I wasn’t concerned about the trial that doesn’t mean that I’m so shallow-minded and dumb, deaf and blind to the societal impact the entire situation will have on the community (read: none, but more on that later), mind you; when I say I didn’t give a shit it meant that I didn’t give a shit because I expected the result to be exactly as it turned out, with one man unable to hold his seed at the end of each day and a cache of bloodthirsty cowards with badges [1] who are able to kiss their own. It’s occurred a myriad of times for as long as I’ve been around, yet people are still shocked and appalled that it continues. Um, why?

Not to be the downer of the party or disrespect Mr. Burnett’s earnest call to arms, but times have drastically changed from the days where fighting for your rights meant also having to risk a Doberman tear a chunk out of your ass, and now most people are more concerned about their own respective random fucktascity to even bother starting an uprising. Hell, I even wanted to jump my adolescent ass in the middle of the Los Angeles Riots [2] (which interestingly enough “celebrates” it’s 16th anniversary this Tuesday. And we’re not pouring out our Boone’s Farm why?) to try to gaffle up a couple Super Nintendo systems. But seeing as how everybody was more concerned with murking each other that entire week, it likely would have not been in the best of my interest.

Did the murder suck? Unfortunately. Were the acquittals just? Of course not. But you know what? It’s going to keep happening, and nothing is going to be done about it. It may be disappointing to others that I’m so complacent at this point, but seeing as how I can barely afford gasoline right now - I’m not spending almost four dollars for a gallon of unleaded just to make the Molotov cocktails that’ll to be tossed into a Korean supermarket any time soon - I know I'm not the only one either.

Ironically, the same people who called shenanigans on the trial likely won’t say shit when – in a twist of fate – they’re pumping round after round of ammunition into a Black, virtual passerby in the new Grand Theft Auto game that drops tomorrow, so you can’t tell me the trial was going to spark something within the masses. Think about it.

[1] Note that there’s a difference between cops and bloodthirsty cowards with badges, though I understand it’s hard to tell.

[2] What’s amazing is that during those same riots, 25 of the 53 people who died were Black. It doesn’t take but simple mathematics to realize how frivolous the uprising really was.

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