White Guy Riots
http://youtu.be/7UJFM59NfXw

No why do you suppose politicians pander to one group and ignore the other group?

If your enemies are certain your response is tolerable you will be taken advantage of. Doing nothing will bring riots to your neighborhood, and then what will you have to do?

Two mistakes were made in the L.A. riots. One was stopping them. Two was paying for the rebuilding.

Making a bed and sleeping thing.

But riots are totally bitchin'! Can you imagine what great pictures Rachel Maddow or Chris Matthews could take from the balconies of their high-rise condos in the city? And don't worry about their safety. Most of those upscale places have helipads on the roof so NBC helicopters can get the Talents to their vacation spots in the Hamptons without missing a beat.

Zappa nails it with this one.

The harmonica gets on my nerves. Intentionally I suppose.

Sure, "Mr. Holder"; still the buck stops with the bastard, DearLeaderObama himself.
Holder's Barry's tool.
Zappa's Zappa, profound. He could have done without the white guilt,
as the two wonderful black gentlemen (in second video) very capably demonstrated (at :29sec, and 2:10 marks).
America was the best country that ever was. I did say "was". I fear we've lost her forever.. (Barry is a "pretender".)
..She (America) went from George Washington, to George "W"; she wasn't perfect, still no apologies, and no guilt.

I remember crossing street at El Segundo and Doty Ave with a friend during '65, to get drinks at market. We watched National Guard personnel trucks roll eastbound toward Watts, about a dozen, I think. We were close enough to see columns of smoke rising 3-5 miles away, but far enough culturally that our parents didn't mind two ten year old's the run of the neighborhood with chaos a short distance away. My mom also took me and two other friends to a theater on Imperial and Crenshaw on a Saturday during the riots. We were the only people present and were treated to "She" (Ursula Andress!)and original "Flight of the Phoenix" with Jimmy Stewart.

I remember crossing street at El Segundo and Doty Ave with a friend during '65, to get drinks at market. We watched National Guard personnel trucks roll eastbound toward Watts, about a dozen, I think. We were close enough to see columns of smoke rising 3-5 miles away, but far enough culturally that our parents didn't mind two ten year old's the run of the neighborhood with chaos a short distance away. My mom also took me and two other friends to a theater on Imperial and Crenshaw on a Saturday during the riots. We were the only people present and were treated to "She" (Ursula Andress!)and original "Flight of the Phoenix" with Jimmy Stewart.

I did not intend to post twice...my apologies.

I was in a weather related "disaster", the National Guard was called in. I had permission (aka papers) to drive on the streets because of my job, but was stopped by the N.G. as I traveled. Seeing the military in full gear in your city of residence is an uneasy feeling no matter what the situation.

Dude may have been a few bricks shy of a full load, but damn he was a great musician.

I was with a military drill team temporarily trapped on our bus in DC in '68 when MLK died and had to watch an hour of rioting. I realized then, "anything" brings this out of low info identity
groups.
It was surreal. No one was afraid, only aggravated we would be late. It was like third world stuff.

I was hopin' for "Rhymin' Man" from Joe's Garage...now that he's back on stage, calling for help from Libya, China and Cuba...mebbe that's where all their money comes from?

I agree that paying to rebuild after the riots was a serious mistake, but the alternative is Detroit: where you never rebuild and the city just falls to pieces.

And Frank Zappa was a towering genius, with a child's crude soul when it came to lyrics. The only reason he even had lyrics was to make money, all he cared about was the music. I think he was deliberately as crude and nasty as possible to mock people for demanding he have words. OK I'll give you words.

I agree that paying to rebuild after the riots was a serious mistake, but the alternative is Detroit: where you never rebuild and the city just falls to pieces.

Burning your bed then trying to sleep in it is condign. Rusted inner springs are not comfortable.

Detroit is the poster city for Socialism's success. No pity, while it is a disaster, it wasn't an 'Act of the Great Poobah as was Katrina or Sandy.

In my experience with armed troops on the streets -Operation Hawkeye, USVI September 1989- it was quite a bit scarier before the troops arrived to suppress the shitheels who were mucking up the place. Our Governor at the time waited three days before calling for help (sound familiar NOLA?) - having convinced himself that a helicopter flyover was sufficient to the task.

Fortunately a US Joint Task Force had pre-positioned assets within airlift reach...And boy did they lift alot of stuff after they secured and got the airport running. 24/7 every hour on the hour, everything from C-130's to C-5 Galaxies thundered in, unloaded their stuff, and lumbered up and away full of people who'd had enough and someplace else to go to.

Anyway, I was in the middle of a couple of the riots (they weren't really distinct events. They were everywhere other people's stuff was) with a friend who was checking his workplace (wrecked) and watched as a couple thousand fine upstanding 'citizens' disassembled what was left of a shopping center and a town for the "essentials for survival" - You know, TV's, AC's, Stereos, Candy, and such...

The thing shouted at me that stands out the most came from a rather well-dressed sneaker pimp who was carting away a rain soaked television: "It's all ours now!". Yup it sure was you sorry piece of shit. The initial loot riots weren't really violent affairs unless you were a window, door or shutter. They were more like street carnivals...The 'alleged' people bashing arrived with nightfall.

Another noteworthy snapshot that remains -besides all the 'people dem' seizing appliances and other inedible sundries they wouldn't be able to use for an electricity free year- was of a differently-sized woman running down the street with a gallon sized bottle of what she apparently thought was expensive French perfume she'd snatched from a gutted duty free shop- It was colored oil in a bottle used for display. I'm convinced that the only reason the whole island wasn't burned to the ground was that every-rubbled-thing was too soaked to light afire. Chalk one up for lazy.

Over the ensuing days before the great ass-saving Army airlift, a local Senator was caught looting, well-known restaurant douches were gouging food they had looted, the cops and local national guard essentially disappeared (can't say I blame them for seeing to their own), a friend of mine had to shoot some fool who jumped her, and the sounds of gun battles ruled 360 degrees of night. Newly homeless I snagged a dry spot in a hallway of a friend in exchange for finding his car keys in the rubble of his house. Good sleepless times.

Fortunately the neighborhood we were in at the time quickly set up armed patrols and a checkpoint that prevented the worst from reaching us. One night on guard we watched as a truck full of folk (in what I assume was a looted/stolen National Guard truck) stop dead in its tracks a couple hundred yards away before hauling ass from our roadblock...Seems they were a bit reluctant to tangle with a bunch of rifle-toting silhouettes shining spotlights in their eyes.

Interesting times that I'm glad to have experienced but would be gladder if I never have to do that again - but I will if it saves my niece & nephew from shouldering the burden...No thanks to the great agitating beast Fedzilla.gov has become.

Well yes, if you are stupid enough to burn your own neighborhood out of prompting by crass moneygrubbing gloryhounds, you deserve a burnt neighrborhood. I was just noting that this was the choice that the LA and state government faced: rebuild or face total collapse.

The veener of civilization is thinner in some communities.

Love the sound of this tune- unpolished- harp and electric guitar, early rock.