So I was musing about how everything old gets new again and the thought of George Floyd as the 21st century’s Archduke Franz Ferdinand popped into my creaky ol’ noggin.
Archduke Franny being offed by a Black Hand anarchist back in the waning days of kings and queens was basically the game-changing match that torched Europe for the next almost half a decade and left The Old Order of The Smartest People in the Room either dead, shamed or humiliated for their troubles.
Think Gallipoli – where Upper Crust officers sipped tea while The Lower Classes ate lead courtesy of Europe’s Sick Man’s emplaced machine gunners.
“Say Chauncey, does it occur to you that Captain Bob might not be the sharpest knife in the officer corps drawer?”
Anyway, what if the nameless clerk at Cup Foods on 38th and Chicago had decided “I don’t need the hassle” and just took George Floyd’s fake twenty and let him walk with that pack of smokes instead of calling 911 for what was essentially the pettiest of thefts.
Wudda ya think the odds are that Bad Paper had been passed no questions asked at that local before?
A butterfly beats it’s wings in China and a hurricane forms over Jamaica – at least that what Chaos Theory says.
(More like a bat takes a dump at a Chinese wet market and the world economy collapses but that’s just a quibble of a metaphor.)
No 911 call, no Derek Chauvin taking a knee, no week of riots (OK 9 weeks of riots but that’s Portland…)
Just like Archduke Franny was the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time 106 years ago so it goes that the the same case could be made for Floyd George.
His death was The Wind that blew on the smoldering ember of Anarchy that SJW/BLM had been nursing.
This was always destined to be Riot Summer.
If not George Floyd it wudda been Arby’s Guy in Atlanta or some other poor schmuck some where else.
All it took to light this fire in this place at this time was A Simple Twist of Fate…