Ferguson Gangsters Violence Racial Riots Civil Unrest FOUR men walked down a busy city street. Except
that their right arms hung rather stiffly at their sides, their appearance
would have attracted no attention anywhere.
Everybody is mad in Ferguson, but those four
guys walking alone on the busy street looked rather stiff as they carried their
arms at their sides like they were carrying something.
The news reporter had saw this picture before
but not in real life. It was like the
gangsters you see in the old movies late at night, long coats on a hot night,
arms straight down, bulges here and there, you couldn't help but think of
sub-machine guns and long clips of ammunition.
There is an underworld in Ferguson Missouri and
these four blacks looked like trouble.
The news reporter turned his camera away because taking their pictures
wasn't a good idea as the gangsters were mixing with the protestors and it was
getting sticky out tonight.
The Missouri State Police were on the street but
didn't notice the four black gangsters even as they literally walked ten feet
in front of the cops. The Ferguson
Missouri community was on fire and nestled snugly in every corner you could see
a shadow smoking a cigarette, a light glow giving away the numbers gathered.
The news reporter might of been the first one to
see the muzzle of the machine gun come out from under one of the gangsters
coat, protruding just a few inches at first but no longer concealed. He watched as the one black man using the
palm of his hand pulled the slide back that would insert a live bullet inside
the firing chamber. Like a musician, it
was easy and practiced and apparently the gangster and been practicing a long
time. There was no violin case like in
the old movie, just a long coat and now the muzzle showing most likely a barrel
of a 45 caliber machine gun, he just didn't know.
The reporter was amazed and mostly could not or
would not believe his own eyes, the innocent looking face of the black man in
Ferguson Missouri in an instant transformed into some powerful and terrible
killer as flames started to leave the end of the barrel. The formidable machine gun was joined by the
other three killers and now four machine guns were formed into a squad of
death, people started falling and another reign of terror in Ferguson Missouri
had started.
The one cop pulled is pistol, looking almost
like a toy compared to the screaming and smoking machine guns and the miniature
gun was no match, the cop went down and the white shirt sprouted red while the organized blood left the body and flowed
to the pavement in a giant puddle.
The National Guard, armed and trained opened
fire and with military practice two of the black thugs dropped to their knees
wounded and most likely done. The
armored vehicles opened up with tear gas and rubber bullets and the poison
spread across the city streets, looking like smoke but burning like fire inside
the news reporters lungs he fell to his knees as all the instruments of death
fired into the crowds. The reported wondered what the profit was for all this
violence, beatings and killings but he then spotted the real truth.
The attorney general had arrived and the
criminal circle was complete. A carload
of secret service agents couldn't save
the poor bastard and the official dropped like a sack of rotten and dirt
covered potatoes.
The gangster had been after the general and the
police detectives diverted to show compassion for a young dead man a few days
ago could have warned them all but, they were pulled out, to stop the violence.
