Nixonian

Jay Nixon (D-For Dumbass) is not covering himself in glory.  It is difficult to find any public figure in Missouri who has, frankly.  But buried at the end of this piece is the nugget that Nixon will call the Assembly into special session to fund the overtime for police officers that the wave of protests have necessitated.

Nixon has proven himself to be the sort of moral coward that refuses to engage a fundamentally flawed system for fear of losing his job (see Schumer, Chuck for another example of this especially craven form of "Democrat").  Here's a pro top, Jay: You're not going to get re-elected.  You are - along with odious, neo-facist Robert McCulloch - the face a giant, oozing pustule of a broken system.  Since you're a Democrat, you're going to be associated with the looting no matter how hard you embrace "law and order" (so Nixonian of you!).  No one in the rural and suburban white community is going to give you a pass on uppity Negroes marching through the streets and shutting down the traffic of their metropolis.

And if you think African American voters are going to do anything for you....

So, you need more funding for the people who have been manning the barricades?  Fine, but how about including some funding - spread out over several years - for body cameras for police?

How about addressing the fundamental problem that your state, in the city of Ferguson, has exposed: Police are more likely to shoot black men than anyone else and police are rarely held accountable for shooting anyone.

There wasn't even a dash-cam in Darren Wilson's car.  We have no record of what transpired, though we have plenty of questions.  If Darren Wilson was doing his job and doing it well, then a camera on his body would answer those questions.

For years, the advocates of a greater surveillance state have hid behind the logic of "If you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to hide."

But this logic applies ten fold to the people whom we implicitly license to kill on our behalf.

So, Jay Nixon, are you prepared - for the first time in this sad, angry saga - to lead?

I'm not holding my breath.