You guys are overthinking why the riots happened. It's a bunch of politicians, who think they are far more brilliant and machiavellian than they actually are, conspiring with journalists, who see themselves as Clark Kent and Peter Parker when they're actually J.J. Jameson with Trump Derangement Syndrome, to take advantage of our annual nignog festivities. This is a bad year, but they do this every year. It's like hurricane season or wildfire season. They did this in Chicago last year as wildings, they did it in Ferguson in 2014, they'll do it in another year or two under a new guise. Hell, my grandmother remembers these happening in WW2 and my dad saw these during the 70's.
It's like fucking someone behind your girl's back. You cheat one year. A couple of months later, your girlfriend makes you mad, so to get back at her you cheat on her again and blame her. If she wasn't such a bitch, maybe she'd stop driving you to other women. But it wasn't her. You wanted to cheat, and found an excuse. There will always be an excuse.
No fancy chess moves, just stupid people trying to play different stupid people while getting played by more stupid people.
All of the leftists who said that 'insurance will pay for it' has obviously never tried to file a home insurance claim, since it's like getting blood from a fucking stone. One time a wind storm knocked over a fence on my property, and the process of filing the claim was so fucking complicated and drawn out, with the insurance people dragging their feet the whole way, only to inform me that due to the damage being caused by an 'act of god', they wouldn't cover the full cost of replacing the fence, leaving the deductible so big it made me question why I even pay for insurance in the first place.
The only businesses who are laughing and counting their insurance bux are the big box corporate stores, since the insurance companies know they'll have a legal team hounding their ass if they try to do their usual bullshit. If a Mom and Pop business gets burnt down, unless they have a sizable rainy day fund (which is doubtful giving the lockdown bullshit straining them for months beforehand) expect them to go under.
And even if you could rebuild, would you want to, especially in the same city?
Imagine being a lesbian pastry chef in Seattle. You're about as far from right wing as you can get, have dated black chicks, donate to npr, and run a quirky little boutique with quirky little twists on classics, like nutmeg-lime
eclairs. It's hard, but you're doing ok-ish. It's an uphill battle, but it's also your passion.
Then you're closed down for months on end, or at best running on limited capacity. You're at the breaking point to go broke. Finally, there's a light at the end of the darkness and...and then the city turns to shit. Everything is still closed, people smash your window and call you fascist for being upset, your equipment get destroyed for fun, you can't sleep at night because they won't fucking shut up, when they're not trying to throw molotovs they're throwing literal bags of shit, and if you complain to the wrong people
Komissars will come interrogate you for wrongthink. It sucks. You have no idea how much longer this can last. You feel frayed and stressed, and nothing seems to go your way.
Then one day, a blue haired
they comes into your shop, so fat you can't even tell if it's a woman or a man. Reeking of B.O. and piss, they want to know if you'll donate your food and money to their stupid fucking protest, because it'll be great
exposure to be associated with violent temper tantrums from the people who smashed your expensive specialty gelatto blender. When you say no, the they in front of you screams at you and does their best to destroy your online reputation, and therefore online business, which you are super reliant on right now because the two week lockdown is now apparently the new normal you have to live with.
I'd say fuck it, I'm moving to Nebraska. Corn farmers can eat the
Profiteroles instead.