I remember where I was when the OJ Simpson verdict was announced. I was an electrician on a job site busting ass. There were a bunch of workshy fags who took the day off gambling on the outcome and listening to the radio. I was making sure the upstairs maid's bathroom had GFI's I remember where I was when Reginald Denny was pulled from his rig and beaten by a pack of niggers two years prior. I was a punk rock kid on LSD in Pomona trying to keep everything together when the proper LA Riots broke out. The darkies were rampaging. I was 16, on the streets, meth too easy to get, whores abounding, no police oversight, no family to fall back on It was me who set to work and elevated myself without a handout or a hand up. So you can riot and protest and be active, but it's your future Have fun, kids.