On Tuesday night, as police and soldiers took up positions in the parking lots of virtually every strip mall and big box store around it, the forecourt of the brightly lit gas station was busy with customers.
One, a six feet, eight-inch tall man named Derrick Jordan – “Stretch,” as friends call him – whisked an AR-15 assault rifle out from a pickup truck parked near the entrance.
Jordan, 37, was one of four black Ferguson residents who spent Tuesday night planted in front of the store, pistols tucked into their waistbands, waiting to ward off looters or catch shoplifters.
What happened in Ferguson is a crying shame. And I am one of those who believe the damage was not caused by residents but by imported ass-clowns and the criminal element ready to cash on some sure-to-come unrest.
Until we (and I mean everybody,including the Media ass-hats) celebrate people like Derrick Jordan and his friend’s wish to defend their neighborhood, we will fall prey again to the political race-baiters who have no problem getting people killed or their future destroyed.
Having the stores boarded up was a good first idea:
But they failed the message, four simple words proven to be effective with the proper backing: