I couldn't understand it at first. Lately, no police riot seems complete without watery eyes, gasping breath, and a little burning skin. And yet, here they had every opportunity to spray not only babies, but senior citizens and women without shirts on. Think of the burns! Imagine how impressed Mr. Ashcroft would have been if he could have seen The People kept at bay by chemical weapons and assault rifles. But it didn't happen, at least not before I left. (And I left right after Ashcroft went fleeing off in an SUV being driven at breakneck speed.)
Not that they didn't have plenty of gas and bullets at their disposal, either. Pellet guns, pepper spray cannisters, and other sci-fi weapons of choice were as omnipresent as they always are these days when The People speak out. Several real assault rifles were also noted among the arsenal -- not just those nasty torture devices they call "less lethal," but the real lethal deal. And yet, at least when I left, no one was screaming for water, no one was gasping for air, no one was clutching wounds left by rubber bullets.
I was pondering the mystery of the missing chemical burns as I walked away from the Hatfield Bldg, when it suddenly occurred to me that Officer Rowley had been conspicuously absent during the entire affair. Is there a connection?
I don't mean to imply that the American police state needs any help from Marty Rowley (badge #8969) to dole out pain and punishment against anyone who dares to dissent. But it is odd, isn't it, that the rest of the force was somehow able to contain their weapons (even in the presence of BABIES no less!) on the one day that Officer Rowley failed to appear. Hmmm. Gives one pause to think.