My empathy is about used up. I've been having to listen to retards say how blacks are justified and even had Methodist Preacher of all fucking people try to use White Privilege as a reason for me to support the riots. Told him white privilege is original sin wrapped up in skin color and he should go suck start a shotgun. Then more crying about the kid in Seattle getting sprayed.
I'm fucking done because there comes a point in time in your life where you have to be responsible for your own actions (or God forbid the well-being of someone placed in your care). But knowingly putting yourself in harms for whatever fucking reason means you have a greater than 0% chance of getting fucked up one way or another. Rubber bullets hurt, gas canisters hurt, getting beaten by hands/feet/weapons fucking hurt; and this is not a fucking sanctioned cage fight, this is actual fucking anarchy. There is no Geneva Convention, Gentleman Rules, or whatever the fuck else you think applies. This is the fucking jungle and you walked your dumb-ass right out into it. Yeah it's exciting and fun, no lie, chaos can be fucking fun. But to go outside and die is on you. You didn't sign on a dotted line saying the government will ship you to some hellhole and tell you to kill people. You looked on the computer or tv or whatever at all the beatings, the shootings, the suffering, the violence, the woman's body being found in a car, and thought "Well this looks fun." You knew what you were getting yourself into; you gambled and you lost.
I feel bad, her grief is immeasurable right now... but everyone's fucking suffering. Black people kill each other at higher rates than any other color; their lives don't matter. The instigators, looters, and arsonists who took advantage of this shit, their lives don't matter. If you go out, for whatever reason, your life doesn't matter because there are no rules and no mercy, you fuck up and you're dead.
Yeah I'm mad at the internet, hit me.