The London riots are about race, though we are not permitted to say it, or even think it. But the rioters know it’s about race. They trumpet it. No, the Establishment Left would have you believe the riots are about cutting services and unemployment among the deserving poor. In Britain, the nanny state has seen its policies come home to roost, and not for the first time. Blacks riot, loot and rampage through the streets of British cities knowing the unarmed police pose no threat to their activities. They loot and burn down stores and homes knowing the disarmed citizens have no way of stopping them, and knowing also, from past experience, that if a citizen uses force on someone intent on killing him that the citizen will be prosecuted by the law. But there is no law, the Left has seen to that. But if it gets bad enough, then there will be law, the law of the jungle. Napoleon understood what was necessary to quiet a mob: a whiff of grapeshot. Perhaps not in England, but the same is coming to our third world cities when the money stops.
The sins of the socialists come home to roost
The goddess of chaos lives still
In their long held belief in the power of guilt
To hold those in thrall to its will
Creating beholders to state run largesse
Gives birth to resentment and rage
A triggering spark is but all that it takes
To loosen the bars on the cage
So now there is nothing the state may command
The mob runs amok mouth agape
Unknowing, uncaring that soon they will face
The scent of the first whiff of grape
Perhaps not in England, they’re far down the path
But trouble is coming our way
As profligate spending is bringing us down
And welfare gets its cut in pay
Our cities are third world, dependent on those
Who work but keep little they earn
So when Santa Claus has to tighten his belt
Our cities will then start to burn
The very same people once burned them before
See Detroit for what lies in store
In Philly the flash mobs run wild in the streets
And pretty soon it will be war
Between those who think they can burn us all down
And loot and just take what they will
But sooner or later white people with guns
Will say stop or we’re shooting to kill
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