What Caliber Is Face Paint?… Even As Democrats Scheme On, God Laughs
By DEXTER DUGGAN
The remarkable English detective Sherlock Holmes, created by author Arthur Conan Doyle, solved cases with small but significant clues like “the dog that didn’t bark.” A famous racehorse was stolen, but the watchdog didn’t bark, leading the cool Holmes to conclude that the thief was known to the dog, who felt at ease with this nighttime intruder.
One characteristic we expect from crime-scene and emergency personnel is emotional distance. That’s a necessary protective mechanism for themselves and the public they’re speaking to. Even if, say, 150 people were just killed in a plane crash, we don’t expect to hear police or fire officers gasping or moaning when they face the microphones.
And when they’re communicating with each other in fraught situations, emotional fragility would impede their work.
That’s why I was curious when I heard the U.S. Capitol police chief described as having “his voice…cracking” over fear that demonstrators would breach the Capitol building on January 6. Was it not a job requirement of this longtime D.C. police officer to deal with surprises and stress?
Back in September 1978, it was a horrendous accident when a Pacific Southwest Airlines commercial jet on final approach to land crashed straight into San Diego neighborhood homes after colliding with a light plane coming up beneath it. The audio recording didn’t show the PSA cockpit crew forfeiting emotional control, even though they quickly knew they were doomed.
Just after the first officer routinely confirmed the wheels being extended, the final seconds aloft included these comments on the flight deck: “What have we got here?” “It’s bad.” “We’re hit, man. We are hit.” “Tower, we’re going down. This is PSA.” (To which the tower replied, “Okay, we’ll call the [crash] equipment for you.”) “Brace yourself” (the captain on the intercom to the passengers). And the last words: “Ma, I love ya.”
Even though the captain knew he and all the people on board likely would be tragically dead in a very few seconds, he thought to warn them to brace.
After the dialogue was posted on the Internet, one member of the public commented, “Those spooky robotic voices are not what the world needs.” On the other hand, what else is a carefully trained pilot to do when he daily has the lives of hundreds of people as his responsibility? Emotionally fragile people don’t take these jobs.
I saw some bodies and gore when I worked as a weekend police reporter for a bit at Arizona’s largest daily newspaper decades ago. But a priest who administers Last Rites at some accident scenes probably sees at least as much. And soldiers in combat see worse. The police officers I dealt with took it in stride, and they saw a lot more of it than I when they did the job daily.
One day a detective brought a Magnum pistol in its clear evidence bag back to the police station, holding the barrel upward. Displaying it to the kid reporter, the detective turned the barrel down so I could see the blood flow out as he explained that a man committed suicide with it. For all he cared, the gun in his hand might have been a cheese sandwich.
Once in the police station press room after midnight, I heard officers’ radio communication that a body was in a tree. Was this some sort of gang execution? I drove over to see. It turned out that a patient on day leave from a mental hospital had hanged himself after eating a last meal of pizza from a box under the tree. I learned up close what hanging does to the victim. I still remember his name.
Shortly before a liquor store was to close at 1 a.m., a robber fatally shot the clerk through the drive-up window. I went to the store, then saw the silent victim on a gurney at a nearby emergency room, his shirt pulled open to a large entry wound in his chest. His wristwatch was ticking away. Maybe he looked at it 45 minutes earlier and thought his shift soon would be over. It was.
A car hit and dragged a woman on a nighttime city street. I saw the smear marks on the pavement leading up to the lifeless form under the sheet.
Although cities blazed across the United States last year as left-wingers battled, rioted and looted, dominant media played down the destruction of innocent people’s businesses and sometimes their lives as being merely “mostly peaceful” protests. The Democrats’ national convention didn’t mention the chaos, and nominee Joe Biden only eventually took small note.
Yet now Democrats portray the afternoon breach on January 6, which soon was cleared away while Congress came back into session, as a terrifying invasion that shook the nation to its core. And which must be protected against in the future with continued strong fencing and troops to shield the same conniving politicians who deny this kind of defense to Americans being overrun in the Southwest.
A Democrat might argue that at least the Capitol has symbolic value that the privately owned but ruined small business of an immigrant in Minneapolis lacked. But the White House has the same symbolic value, the official home of the nation’s chief executive. Yet when President Trump briefly was escorted to a security area last year as D.C. rioters raged outside, some leftist media chuckled over Trump’s supposed cowardice rather than seethed over the threat to him.
A person would doubt that if Joe Biden faced the same sort of danger today, his dominant-media allies would giggle at his sickly frame in retreat.
We’re repeatedly told that the January 6 attack was “deadly,” but the only ones who died were Trump supporters, including an unarmed woman shot by a government gunman, others due to physical conditions, and a Capitol police officer whose cause of death still had not been released two months later.
At a Senate hearing in early March, Major Gen. William Walker, commanding officer of the D.C. National Guard, testified that he spoke with then-Capitol Police Chief Steven Sund, whose “voice was cracking, and he was serious, he needed help right then and there, every available Guardsman.”
Sund previously served for more than two decades in increasingly responsible positions with the D.C. Metropolitan Police, where a shaky voice under threats doesn’t merit career advancement. He bleated that in the first week of January he saw “armed insurrection.”
Investigative journalist Glenn Greenwald posted on March 5 that as the armed-insurrection narrative crumbles, Democrats cling to it all the more desperately.
Why so? Everyone sees what’s going on. From behind their razor-wire fences and armed troops, power-crazed congressional Democrats shove forward one totalitarian bill after another to cripple this nation, destroy its election security, and submerge its people under a tsunami of financial debt and illegal invaders.
Greenwald wrote regarding January 6: “What we know for sure is that no Trump supporter fired any weapon inside the Capitol and that the FBI seized a grand total of zero firearms from those it arrested that day — a rather odd state of affairs for an ‘armed insurrection,’ to put that mildly.”
The real coup going on isn’t from a bare-chested man with face paint and a horned headdress, but opportunistic national Democrat gutter rats with Marxist backers who’ve schemed to have the police run cover for them while they lock down this nation not for a month or year, but clamp the chains on forever.
Fortunately for us, when Demon-rats think “forever,” God laughs.