RICH LOWRY much verklempt for negro americans

The Murders That Don’t Count
In America, the lives of young black people are cheap, unless they happen to fit the right agenda.
by Rich Lowry | National Review | March 30, 2012

Delric Miller IV died in a hail of bullets a month ago. When someone fired 37 AK-47 rounds into his Detroit home at 4:30 a.m., he was mortally wounded while dozing on the couch. He was nine months old. No one made the multicolored teething ring he got for Christmas or his toy hammer into a national symbol of random violence.

You mean the deaths of young black people.

Last year, Charinez Jefferson, 17, was shot and killed on a Chicago street. “She begged the shooter not to shoot her because she was pregnant,” a pastor explained. The alleged assailant, Timothy Jones, 18, shot her in the head, chest and back after seeing her walking with a rival gang member. New York Times columnist Charles Blow did not write a column about BLAAH BLAH.

Last June, a stray bullet from a confrontation on a Brighton Beach, N.Y., boardwalk killed 16-year-old Tysha Jones as she sat on a bench. A 19-year-old man, out for revenge after an earlier scuffle on the boardwalk, was charged in the shooting. Tysha’s heartbroken mother was not BLAH BLEH BLUH.

In January, 12-year-old Kade’jah Davis was shot and killed when, allegedly, 19-year-old Joshua Brown showed up at her Detroit house to demand the return of a cellphone from Davis’ mother. When Brown didn’t get the phone, he fired shots through the front door. No one held high-profile street protests to BLAAAAAH . .

Rich Lowry could yank his cock off his carapace. Same ole’ problem for the National Review: flailing empathy. Lowry becomes too focused fucking excited, and then his POW boiling essence spackles a computer box. Thankfully, tony assclowns don’t even care for the Tyshas or Kade’jahs, so he’s fine. Say ‘HI’ to someone we both know, k’bye.