I've blogged earlier about how it seems that every time a government cop meets his end in Baltimore (and elsewhere) there is a JFK-style funeral procession with hundreds of police cars, five-mile-long funeral processions, and such a big religious ceremony that everyone's wondering, "where's the Pope?" "Why didn't he show up?"
Here's the latest: An off-duty cop who belongs to a motorcycle gang got drunk at a strip joint and got involved in a parking lot brawl with another biker gang. Someone called the police, who showed up in full uniform with sirens blaring. The off-duty cop-biker, who was wearing brass knuckles, pulled his gun on a uniformed police officer who, in self defense, shot him dead.Naturally, the biker-cop has been on the front page for days, and Baltimore's Voice of Neocon America, radio host Tom Marr, has been sobbing and weeping on the air for this "saint" all week.
Meanwhile, if say, a Johns Hopkins Hospital cancer researcher, or a businessman who employs thousands in the city dies, or any other ordinary citizen for that matter, there is of course barely any mention.
