Rogue Gnostic
As I sit down to the evening papers and scroll the day’s multi-millionaire mainstream media transcript and the least odious of ‘right’ leaning blogs I am struck by the consensus that killing cops and planning to kill cops and blow up their funeral and kill more cops is, well… as American as baseball, mom’s apple pie and Harley Davidson motorcycles. Wow! When did that happen?
I’ve been a ‘Hippie” nigh on forty-three years, protested the war I fought both before and after, protested with AIM, got my picture taken tossing a tear-gas canister back at ‘em, raised a lot of hell and have even been in jail a time or two, and have long been an advocate for a change in the existing order… but aside from having never hated anyone in the first place… I’ve never hated cops. Never overtly shown disrespect, wished them ill-will nor plotted their demise, never had a complaint with the recognition that sad as it may be law and law enforcement is a necessity. Fact is, I don’t think there’s enough of ‘em out there… especially along Portland Avenue Speedway at college rush-hour. And you know what guys and gals… you just keep doin’ a good job, stay safe, and if you ever need me to back you up, don’t hesitate to call.
*Nixon era bumper-sticker: Hate Cops? Next time you need help call a Hippie
