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Violent Crime: The New Civil Right?

by Cap Black

Whether or not one considered Michael Brown or Eric Garner victims of racist policing, it’s clear that Antonio Martin, killed last Tuesday after aiming a pistol at a Berkley, Missouri police officer, was a victimizer – not a victim.

What’s even more clear is that protesters there are attacking cops and looting despite video showing Martin aiming at the officer. It’s not over-statement to conclude they’re protesting for the horrific right to commit violent crime, even in a majority black town led and policed by said majority. The chocolate klan mindset, enabled by liberals who should know better, is now demanding society not defend itself against their aggression. This is the frightening end result of not holding inner city thugs responsible for their actions. To their credit, Berkley-area authorities arrested some of the mob as they attacked officers and even threw improvised explosives. The civil right to commit violent crime has leapt past a mere leftist excuse making it into a de facto entitlement unless society, literally, beats it back! Otherwise, every officer-involved shooting becomes a prequel to rioting until the final line is crossed and innocents eventually die.

Because Michael Brown rioters were allowed a victory by destroying Ferguson’s business district, the civil right of violent crime has been all but enshrined as an urban norm to which hostages (that’s us, lol) must submit. This development holds catastrophic potential if one considers chronic inner city decline made even worse by two terms of president obama. The proverbial powder keg which is the hood, dampened by decades-long excuses, now erupts drenched in the jet fuel of official absolution and Al Sharpton’s anger. We face those demanding violent crime, individually or by mobs, now be considered a literal right which police and hostages must submit?

Violent crime is no more a civil right for today’s chocolate klansman than it was for white ones from yesteryear. Why are we who know better so silent?

Nadra Enzi aka Cap Black is a contributor to The Bold Pursuit, a security writer on touchy topics and an anti-crime activist. Cap Black is here! His his blog:

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“Crime as Activism” – The New ‘Civil’ Rights Movement

by Cap Black

Since the heyday of the Occupy Wall Street franchise, mostly-white liberal trespassing, property damage and assault became de facto 21st century civil rights activism. Not to be outdone, this unchallenged fringe united with black thugs to take integrated crime-as-activism up several dangerous notches.

A devastated Missouri business district and marches presciently demanding dead cops while disrupting business operations nationally served notice that liberal leaders on high would continue sitting on their hands. Spurred on by inaction and indulgence, this riotous rainbow coalition devolves to new, now lethal, lows.

America’s approaching a crossroads where this latest incarnation of crime-as-activism threatens to racially polarize us worse than schisms inflicted by the Rodney King riots, the O. J. Simpson verdict and the George Zimmerman acquittal. If rioters and violent protesters are given a pass to intimidate, wreak havoc and chant ‘police death’ as political misstatements, should citizen-hostages figuratively counter-protest by privately securing people and property local government chose to leave unguarded?

In the spreading shadow of crime-as-activism, hostages must motivate impotent government in these scenarios to do its basic job, which is providing public safety. Perhaps security-as-activism is the reminder needed to finally rein in rioters and violent protesters?

It’s up to us to make 2015 a safer, saner year.

Nadra Enzi aka Cap Black is a Contributor to The Bold Pursuit and an anti-crime activist.

http://www.capblackishere.wordpress.com

Is it Curtains for Christmas Carols?

by Clio

Last week, while driving to errands and appointments, the holiday spirit came upon me and I felt the urge to belt out Christmas carols. I’ve always joked that I have a memory like a sieve, but the words came effortlessly, without reaching to remember the lyrics from choir recitals and Christmas plays long passed. The easy flow of remembered music and the uplifting feeling that accompanies our sacred and secular holiday tunes was interrupted with an alarming thought: ‘throughout the country, Christmas is being banned by government and political correctness.’

Christmas plays and pageants are now replaced with holiday celebrations or nothing at all. The Christmas school break is now the Winter break. There is no denying that Christmas is being excised from our schools and city celebrations… and when our Christmas plays are gone, who will remember our carols?

Few neighborhoods still have strolling carolers – it seems the era for evening Yuletide canticles has, in rare exceptions, ceased.

Certainly, we can still enjoy holiday music on our iPods or while watching the winter season fireplace with its canned holiday carols… but it doesn’t feel like “Christmas.”

I admit – I was born before this politically-correct era in America where ‘Christmas’ offenses are policed and litigated.

My school day memories touch back to our daily music classes in grade school. Every November, we turned the pages in our songbooks to holiday music: Silent Night, Jingle Bells, Lil Drummer Boy, Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer, Away in a Manger and Here Comes Santa Claus were just a few of the titles on our song list which was sung before proud parents during our annual school Christmas plays and choir recitals.

In high school, choir was an elective course and I signed up every year, starting with Freshman, Junior and Senior Choirs and the Girls Ensemble.

Our high school song charts included more complicated and sophisticated Noels such as the most operatic of the carols, O Holy Night/Cantique de Noel with its supplication (“Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! …) and full octave leap to a soaring high note (my favorite carol – although I have never been able to, gracefully, reach that high note), as well as a buoyant Angels We Have Heard on High, the beckoning O Come All Ye Faithful, an ebullient Hark, the Herald Angels Sing and a triumphant, Joy to the World, as well as secular Christmas songs: Silver Bells, The Christmas Song (Chestnuts roasting on an open fire … ), O Christmas Tree, Let it Snow, Winter Wonderland and many more. Our high school Christmas choral recitals always concluded with Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus,” in which the audience was invited to stand and join us.

Throughout my grade and high school years, I anticipated the holiday season and singing the familiar carols with friends at school and at church.

I didn’t have time in college to take music classes, but I remember flying home after Fall semester finals to find the house filled with the decorated “Redwood” my mother installed in the living room (actually, it was either a very large Douglas or Noble Fir – and it always required some alterations to fit through the door and still have room at the top for the star) and the scent of pine. In evenings, while others were finally abed, I sat in the living room and quietly sang carols by the gentle glow of the Christmas tree lights. I treasure those memories.

Honestly, I have never attended a school’s “Winter play” as an adult so I don’t know if students learn the lyrics of the season. This is speculation, but I think younger generations are likely more familiar with “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” and other parodies, than The First Noel or It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

If our PC-era winter holiday extravaganzas exclude our religious and secular Christmas music, who will teach those lyrics and bestow upon another generation the bliss that comes from singing praises, expressing reverent joy or delighting in the bouncy fun of Jingle Bells?

Perhaps we are beyond reviving school Christmas plays and choir recitals right now, so what can we do to ensure the younger generations are given the inspiring gifts of Christmas music? Start at home – songbooks are available and can be downloaded from the Internet. Get involved with your church choir or revive the caroling tradition with family and friends.

I’m so grateful that I was raised in a time in which we anticipated, prepared for and celebrated our Christmas traditions with music. I’m thankful that I remember those lyrics and that the words and music still come so easily to mind. In my late 20s, I was diagnosed with a rare form of hearing-loss. I’m not deaf, but I could not join a choir today or learn the carols that are so dear to me now. Music can be taken away from us – one way or another. Don’t let this politically-correct world deny you or your family the joyful expression of the season through music.

Merry Christmas – and sing!

“Murdering” Society

by Cap Black

Under the paper-thin guise of opposing police brutality, liberals emboldened their pet political pit bull, chocolate klansmen (black thugs), to now assassinate police officers! Now is not the time for law abiding Americans, especially black ones, to quietly accept the left’s deceptive war on public safety.

Murdering police officers is, by default, murdering society. By targeting cops, their goal is to make the public hostages within their own country.

Keep these words in mind as you guard your part of America, “What do we want? Dead cops! When: now!”

Nadra Enzi aka Cap Black is a Contributor to The Bold Pursuit and an anti-crime activist. Cap black is here!

http://www.capblackishere.wordpress.com/

Just Another Christmas?

by Robert Arvay, Contributing Writer

As a small child, I remember waking into that first magical Christmas morning when it was all about presents under the Christmas tree, my mother’s delicious cooking and the intensity with which I and my brothers played with our new toys.

Then it was over. The brightly colored wrapping paper was cleaned away, the toys were no longer quite new, and the festive tree began to dry and die. It was, however, the first Christmas in which I was aware that there would someday be another Christmas.

Someday took an awfully long time to arrive. As January slipped into February, Christmas became a distant memory. The only time the word was used, was in such phrases as, what are you waiting for? Christmas? Yes, next Christmas was so very far away that it seemed more theory than fact, more hope than promise.

Over the coming years I became aware that Christmases seemed to come and go more rapidly than when I had been a small child. Today, they seem to zip by in a flurry. Yes, there was that first Christmas without Mom, and then without Dad. There was my daughter’s first Christmas and then her children’s first Christmases. Each one was special and unique, yet even so, they continued to stream by ever more quickly.

One day, I had my second “First Christmas.” I had become an adult, a father and life had taken its toll on this fragile thing that once I had thought was a strong man. I was straight of back physically, but spiritually bent, weak, and in desperate need of something that no physical source could provide.

I was in church. There was a small, traditional Christmas play with costumed children, a doll Jesus, and cardboard cutout sheep. Primitive as it may seem, this humble church service was, in my eyes, high drama, the very highest. I knew then that whatever I had lacked before in life, it was now placed before me for the taking. It was salvation from my worst enemy, myself. It was liberation from my own flaws and weaknesses, and most of all, from my own sins.

The greatest of all Christmas gifts is Christmas itself. Only God can bestow it. May He lavish it upon each of you in great abundance!

Happy Chanukah!

  … and May This Festival of Lights bring Blessings
upon you and All Your Loved Ones for Happiness,
for Health, and for Spiritual and Material Wealth,
and May the Lights of Chanukah Usher in the Light of Moshiach
and a Better World for All of Humankind.~
Hanukkah blessing

 

We wish our Jewish readers Chag Urim Sameach! as they celebrate the Festival of Lights.

 

Merry Christmas?

by Cap Black, Contributing Writer

This is the Nazarene symbol Islamists thought would be a badge of shame (and a mark for ritual death) targeting Arab Christians! Instead, it’s become a symbol to Christians worldwide, Jews and righteous others who oppose genocidal religious bigotry!

Against this back drop, aggravated by the treasonous lunacy of US Senator Dianne Feinstein’s hatchet job report on CIA enhanced interrogation techniques and compounded by the recent death of a hostage taking, jihadi Iranian in Australia, I wonder just how merry Christmas 2014 will be?

Far more than gift giving and random acts of kindness is the recognition that all we hold dear is held hostage by savages and sympathizers who feel Americans don’t deserve to be merry about anything!

Love each other this December 25th; cling tightly and resolve to defend them and America as your extended family, in the face of an enemy who isn’t merry or merciful.

So this Christmas, I have a question mark in mind as to how merry it will ultimately be.‚Äč

Nadra Enzi aka Cap Black is a contributor to The Bold Pursuit and an anti-crime activist in New Orleans.