Dear ENDD and SPD:
Last Saturday I stopped to watch your do-si-do as I was walking home from dinner at Soju Anju, a Korean spot at 12th and Pine that is clinging for dear life after the pandemic, protests, CHOP, and countless clashes outside the East Precinct. You know, the kind of small, independent business that gives Capitol Hill the counterculture vibe you’re exploiting for your anarchist fantasies (ENDD) or don’t give a fuck about in the first place (SPD).
As you tore up the neighborhood for the umpteenth night this year, I shook my head. We already knew that most SPD officers live in the ‘burbs, now it turns out that ENDD’s hardcore contingent does too. Witness the recent charges against Jacob Greenberg of Kirkland and Danielle McMillan, a Woodinville realtor with an Everett address.
So if neither of you live in Seattle, much less in and around the Hill, why don’t you save yourselves the trip and find some suburban parking lot to rumble in? Then the rest of us can go back to recovering from the trauma we’ve experienced this year. We fucking live here and we don’t get to go home to some cul-de-sac after the flashbangs, Molotov cocktails, and bearcats quit for the night. If you are so radicalized that you are actually planning a mass casualty event, as security researchers fear, then do it in your own backyard for once.