A Fault of mine perhaps is, as a Westerner of the United States (Pacific Northwesterner, actually), to dismiss out of hand, the Mafia/Corrupt Establishment-ridden Eastern United States--particularly the loathsome, brutal excrescence of what, with a disdainful little smile, I call "Jew York City."

I acknowledge that NYC has wonderful museums and fine cuisine--but Jezus God Almighty is it ugly--and not just physically:  The New York accent in English is a bastard, slovenly, petty shopkeeper's or petty criminal's dialect; and I was shocked to observe that even the French, Spanish and Italian spoken there sound vulgar and uncouth.  So I'm not surprised that what popular support there is in the United States for the rogue, criminal state of Israel comes from the 6,000,000 Jews of NYC.  It didn't faze me either when Chris Cuomo's big brother Andrew, the Governor of New York State, founded an anti-corruption commission--and disbanded it the instant it turned its attention to himself.  And the riots at the Stonewall Inn?--I guess I'm the only one who noticed that they weren't really about gay rights so much as about the unofficial, but long established, collusion between the Mob and the NYPD in oppressing gay men with phony criminal charges and jail sentences--and beating them (up) if they dared protest, or were not alacritous enough in their abject submission; and in fact, often beating them whether or not they protested, and whether or not they submitted meekly, just for the pleasure they took in beating them--something (the malefic, everyday workings  of systematic injustice) which those who live under tyranny apparently grow habituated to and learn to expect, but which I, as a Far Westerner, with no experience of the Mob, or Dirty Cops, or of a totally Corrupt, Compliant and Venal Officialdom and Judiciary, found, at first, unbelievable, and which I still regard with repugnance and incredulous contempt.   Get the Art out, I  say, and nuke 'em!--But of course, I don't mean nuke the kids, or the dogs and cats:  I may be Savonarola, or Charlotte Corday, but I am not Jehovah.  Or Tamurlane.  Or Harry Truman.

So I didn't pay much attention when the unmitigated horror of Rikers Island began spreading in the news like an old-fashioned stink bomb.  So guards beat up inmates--youthful inmates...kids...40% of whom are mental patients...guilty of no crime.  And then, just last night, I read in the August 4th edition of the New York Times:

"In an extraordinary rebuke of the New York City Department of Correction, the federal government said on Monday that the department had systematically violated the civil rights of male teenagers held at Rikers Island by failing to protect them from the rampant use of unnecessary and excessive force by corrections officers...The result was a staggering number of injuries among youthful inmates."

And that ain't the half of it.   

But what I propose is to: Get the goddamned names of those sadistic prison guards (Isn't "corrections officers" just a tad grandiloquent?), and their superiors--telephone numbers, home addresses, and brief descriptions (hopefully with photos) of what they look like, and what they did to whom (so far as can be determined)--and Publish our Little Annotated List on the Internet, so that it may be referred to by Anonymous Friends of Liberty while they hunt down those "corrections officers guilty of using unnecessary and excessive force," and their superiors, one by one, and slay them in condign fashion.

It seems on reflection that the Revolution (Great Slaughtering of Pigs) might as well begin with the "corrections officers," and their superiors, on Rikers Island, as with the SWAT teams of Miami, or the Police Force in Ferguson, Missouri.  But we do need those lists ("Kill Lists" as they are quite probably called by that sallow, jocular Lizard in the White House)--just as we need providential anonymous patriotic Partisans of unsullied Conscience--as Chance and Opportunity permit--to slay the guilty Swine so listed.