Rioting. The unbeatable high.

Of course they did. Somebody edited concert footage, with the album recording of Riot by the Dead Kennedys, along with actual riot footage. 

Given the verdict in Furgeson, and the rioting, this seems timely. I have friends who hate cops. I have friends who are cops. I wasn't there so I don't know what happened. Brown's death seems unjustifiable based on the facts we have. But it's also been sensationalized and distorted to the point that our feelings are based mostly on a constructed narrative.

This is practically beside the point now, as "protesters" have taken to destroying their own town, like a kid throwing a tantrum and destroying his lego structure. I don't get rioting. I mean I understand the psychology of group think, the mob mentality, emotions boiling over until the pressure has to blow. 

But it's sad to watch a group so beat down and marginalized they take to destroying their own neighborhoods. It would make more sense for them to burn the police stations and courthouse. That would at least make their reaction more poignant and focused. 

"Riot" by The Dead Kennedys, 1982

Rioting-the unbeatable high
Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky
Everyone knows this town is gonna blow
And it's all gonna blow right now:. 

Now you can smash all the windows that you want
All you really need are some friends and a rock
Throwing a brick never felt so damn good
Smash more glass
Scream with a laugh
And wallow with the crowds
Watch them kicking peoples' ass 

But you get to the place
Where the real slavedrivers live
It's walled off by the riot squad
Aiming guns right at your head
So you turn right around
And play right into their hands
And set your own neighbourhood
Burning to the ground instead 

Riot-the unbeatable high
Riot-shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot-playing into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast 

Get your kicks in quick
They're callin' the national guard
Now could be your only chance
To torch a police car 

Climb the roof, kick the siren in
And jump and yelp for joy
Quickly-dive back in the crowd
Slip away, now don't get caught 

Let's loot the spiffy hi-fi store
Grab as much as you can hold
Pray your full arms don't fall off
Here comes the owner with a gun 


The barricades spring up from nowhere
Cops in helmets line the lines
Shotguns prod into your bellies
The trigger fingers want an excuse

The raging mob has lost its nerve
There's more of us but who goes first
No one dares to cross the line
The cops know that they've won 

It's all over but not quite
The pigs have just begun to fight
They club your heads, kick your teeth
Police can riot all that they please 


Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast