Where’s the outrage, my little droogies?

Timothy Philen Freelance writer
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A bit of the old ennui is upon us and I have a warm vibraty feeling all through my guttiwuts that this yonder veek whiter than the Korova Milk Bar is ripe for a surprise visit. Into the Durango-95 with our Wesson-22 we go, smecking all over our rots as we grind our capsule into his tortured litso, a real kick and good for laughs and lashing of the ultra-violent!

If this sounds like Anthony Burgess’ repulsive thrill-killing future world of A Clockwork Orange, it is.

It’s simply updated for Duncan, Oklahoma in August, 2013, where two black teenagers have been charged with shooting and killing an Australian college baseball player out jogging innocently in the middle of the afternoon.

No, they weren’t neighborhood watch zealots or even angry young men trying to avenge the death of Trayvon Martin.

The 17-year old droog matter-of-factly told police what their motive was: “We were bored. We had nothing to do. So we decided we’d kill someone … for the fun of it.”

This was shocking, even more so than the Zimmerman saga, so I tuned in to racial expert Reverend Al Sharpton and waited anxiously for the full story and the outrage.

There was no outrage. Not even a mention of the story.

I guess Al Sharpton and his MSNBC colleagues were busy that night, preparing to pivot from this sub-human murder scenario into a more sympathetic narrative about disenfranchised African-American teens who would have participated in government programs that might have kept them from becoming so terribly bored, were it not for the obstructionism of Republicans who hate President Obama because he’s black.

Professor Michael Eric Dyson will no doubt follow-up with a signature ejaculation of superfluous eloquence about the nature of the African-American experience as it cross-contextualizes with a vestigial self-referencing schadenfreude — caused by slave-holding whites — which haunts the collective unconscious of young black males even to this very day, causing them to celebrate their own failures.

And then the refreshingly honest Melissa Harris-Your-Kids-Belong-to-the-Government-Perry will impress us with her round table of black socialist sociologists who will share their studied opinions about how complex and nuanced these murdering thugs really are, and how the problem of violence in black America — in as much as there is one — is the result of the NRA’s promotion of easy access to firearms (along with, of course, the underlying hatred coming from white America).

Anything to avoid having the forthright discussion we need to have about the grim realities of black-on-black and black-on-white crime in this country.

Mind you, these are the same people always complaining that we can’t have a serious and honest national discussion about guns or drugs or sexuality.

But anyone in Congress or the news media who tries to have a serious and honest national discussion about the epidemic of black violence in this country — where 52 percent of the murders are committed by a culture that comprises less than 13 percent of the population — is immediately dismissed as a racist.

Ironically, this denial of reality is perpetuated by the very same MSNBC whose programming cash cow is “Lockup,” a prison reality show that highlights the low-life attitudes and behaviors of all types of convicts, but especially African-Americans, parading the most deranged, urine- and feces-throwing black felons in front of the cameras for profit. They even cut short their political propaganda schedule every Friday night to bring us marathon airings of this “mature subject matter.”

This network simply cannot be taken seriously. And that’s a shame because, more than ever, we need a sober discussion about black culture by prominent black voices.

Chances are, of course, they’ll disagree with Bill O’Reilly and Dr. Ben Carson of Fox News, who are disparaged every time they say that the Democratic emperor has no clothes — that the left’s colonization of African-Americans over the past 50 years, regardless of the nobility of its original intent, has failed them.

Then again, liberal Senator Patrick Moynihan dared to speak frankly in 1965 and was universally criticized by the left as well. But it was precisely his “tangle of pathologies” indictment of black culture commissioned by LBJ which led to many of the social programs aimed at bringing blacks out of poverty.

Tragically, these programs inadvertently created disincentives for self-reliance while incentivizing lifestyle choices like having children out of wedlock. This ended up severely undermining the black family structure Moynihan was so passionate about preserving.

As fatherless homes began to proliferate, young black males’ role models disappeared, discipline diminished and, predictably, schoolwork and school attendance declined dramatically as overworked mothers fell further and further behind in their ability to parent singlehandedly.

The left’s answer was not to admit mistakes, but to double down on them. They began preaching a gospel of victimization, encouraging an addiction to government benevolences, and fostering the expectation of unearned advancement typified by the absurd — and cruel — “social promotion” of underachieving students in public schools.

Compounding that was the chaos of an environment where drugs and alcohol were increasingly available and acceptable. The conditions became rife for all manner of sociopathic expression, including massive amounts of gang, domestic, and random violence.

So where’s the outrage, my little droogies?

Not on the left. Liberals know in their hearts that the culture of dependency they’ve helped to create is extremely harmful to the human spirit and to society as a whole.

But they’re conflicted, because that same culture of dependency is supremely successful at one thing: securing African-American votes.

Timothy Philen is the author of You CAN Run Away From It! a satirical indictment of American pop psychology. He is currently at work on a latter-day “Walden,” a collection of essays on post-modern American culture.