The Thin Blue Line

All that sentimentalism about the boys in blue, how much "blue lives matter.," how there is only a thin line between chaos and civilization, and it is a blue line...what does all the mawkishness come to?

It amounts to this: at some point a madman with a gun may be coming for someone you love, and a police officer may be the only one who can stop the bad guy in time. If so, he will of course DO SO, even at the expense of his own life.

In preparation for that day, we should show him not just respect, but admiration.

Wasn't the Uvalde shooting on May 24 a stunning refutation of such nonsense? For the parents of students at Uvalde, THAT MOMENT CAME. And the lads in blue were nowhere around.

The lies and walkings-back are intriguing here. The first story was the rather incoherent one that the school resources officer had confronted the madman outside the school building. But, the story continued, the madman somehow got past him. Without having to kill him.

People immediately wondered: how? If the school resource officer was in a position to keep a well-armed and Kevlar vested maniac from getting at a lot of 9 and 10 year old children: what exactly did he do? Step aside? Was he the thin blue line that swings open like a gate when chaos comes for civilization?

The story was such obvious hokum that even the authorities in Texas, a state where hokum is the best developed art form, had to back off of it as soon as people started asking questions. The madman wasn't confronted by anybody before entering.

Instead, we soon had videotape of police officers outside the school, DURING the shooting, handcuffing some quite understandably ticked-off parents for supposed interference. Interference with ... what?

Ah, you say, but eventually, after some lollygagging by the good-for-nothings in blue, somebody actually broke down the door and killed the bad guy, right?

No: really, it seems they just used the janitor's key, which they could have used a lot earlier but ... somehow ... didn't bother.

And there is this stunning detail of the final moments of this disaster, a quote from one of the children who survived by playing dead. [At this point, the murderer was going back and forth between two classrooms with a connecting door. The police were opening the outer/hallway door to one of those classrooms.]

"When the cops came, the cop said: 'Yell if you need help!' And one of the persons in my class said 'help.' The guy overheard and he came in and shot her. The cop barged into that classroom. The guy shot at the cop. And the cops started shooting."

A traumatized 9-year-old boy is an imperfect witness, and this needs to be investigated. But if there is any truth to it, I'm hoping the stunningly negligent moron who said "yell if you need help" and doomed one trusting student becomes quickly unemployed. At best, he will be doxxed.

And then his name becomes known and its recitation becomes a standing refutation to all the mawkish invocations of the wonderful bravery and resourcefulness of your local police officer.

A Story About Coleridge

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Jamesian Philosophy Refreshed

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