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The Fireworks Project


Pulitzer Prize winning New York Times “reporter” peddles wacked-out conspiracy theory about the nightly fireworks plaguing American cities.


If you live in a metropolitan area, you’ve probably noticed the nightly explosions of fireworks disturbing your sleep.

At the end of May, I texted my brother and told him I was hearing loud explosions in my neighborhood.  I figured they were fireworks of some kind, but since the only time I hear fireworks around here is July 4th, it was unnerving.

Little did I know these nightly fireworks were going to be the new normal.  After two solid weeks of it, my dog Mary was close to losing her mind.  She was never a fan of fireworks to begin with.  But at least I only had to worry about her frantic panic one night a year.

It’s been over three weeks, and the nightly fireworks haven’t stopped. In fact, they’ve gotten much more prevalent.

I’m not talking the crack of firecrackers here.  These are immense explosions that rattle my windows and make me jump out of my skin as I lie in bed trying to sleep.

The merest silver lining to Mary’s passing two weeks ago is she’s spared being terrorized every night.  Not much of a silver lining, I admit. I miss the damn dog.

Back on June 11, the local news website reported that fireworks complaints had risen 335% over last year.

So it isn’t just my neighborhood.

In fact, it isn’t just my city.

And considering that the nightly explosions began at the same time the George Floyd “protests” took off, I’m guessing fireworks have become some obnoxious form of protest.

As it is, here in Syracuse, the city has no idea how to deal with it.  Back on June 9th, Syracuse Mayor Ben Walsh announced that they were coming up with a plan.  And apparently that plan is as detailed and involved as Operation Overlord because in the intervening weeks, this “plan” has yet to deploy.

These explosions are unbelievably loud.  So loud in fact, since firing a weapon in city limits is illegal, I’m thinking I could use the nightly fireworks as cover and finally go outside at dusk and shoot that damn woodchuck that’s eating my flowers, and none of neighbors would be the wiser.

Granted, setting off illegal fireworks every night isn’t the crime of the century.  Yes, it’s annoying as hell.  And, yes, it’s illegal here in New York.  But Syracuse has bigger problems than a bunch of idiots setting off explosions every night.

On Saturday there was a mass shooting at a party on the Near West Side that injured nine people.  So on a scale of one to mass shooting, goofballs igniting fireworks is about a one.

But that isn’t stopping lunatics from floating an insane conspiracy theory that the “government” is supplying these fireworks as a way to harass black and brown citizens, and to desensitize them to the nightly sound of explosions, so when the “government” moves in and starts shooting, nobody will ever know.


Actually, I think I might DM the men with the butterfly nets. Because this is nuts.
But that’s not even the nuttiest part of this.

The New York Times’ newly-minted Pulitzer Prize winner, Nikole Hannah-Jones whose claim to fame is the historically-inaccurate, thoroughly-discredited “1619 Project” was one of the cranks peddling this conspiracy theory on Twitter.

Yeah.  Really.

Becket adams fireworks conspiracy


From David Marcus at the Federalist:

The extent to which promoting this kind of anti-government conspiracy theory is dangerous and stupid cannot be overstated. The effort to discredit government authorities that save lives in New York City every day makes that job harder. Why would anyone who trusts Hannah-Jones ever think now that the same police (or maybe it’s firemen, or the CIA?) who are lying about giving kids fireworks should be trusted when needed?

But there is a deeper question here that must be grappled with. If a conservative, say a staff writer here at The Federalist, took to Twitter to claim with absolutely no evidence that Black Lives Matters was giving out fireworks in a false flag operation to make the NYPD look bad, that person would almost certainly be fired. Not only that, The Federalist itself would come under harsh attack with calls to deplatform the website.

The sad fact is that Nikole Hannah-Jones has been applauded by her employer, by the Pulitzer committee and by a bunch of women pretending to read “White Fragility” for their book club, for telling half-truths at best about the history of our nation. Now she has moved on to vile conspiracy theories about our present. Will there be any repercussions for this? Color me skeptical.

What is becoming increasingly clear is that the progressive left has no use for facts. In fact, facts are irrelevant to them. Truth is not measured by Hannah-Jones or The New York Times by what actually happens, but rather by whether it will lead to their goals of supposed social justice. Hannah-Jones knows that Mayor Bill de Blasio, or whoever, isn’t giving kids illegal fireworks, but it doesn’t matter. Her lie is for the cause and thus justified.

Funny, isn’t it?

Just a couple weeks ago, the New York Times had to perform penance for publishing an op-ed by Senator Tom Cotton.  But they have no problem employing this frazzled loon.

Her factually-challenged “1619 Project,” despite the myriad of inaccuracies, is now being used by public schools to teach your children American “history.”

Over the weekend, she endorsed those who are referring to the mass riots plaguing our cities today as the “1619 Riots.”  What does it say about this crank that she is embracing rioting as a way to promote her garbage work?

This is who the New York Times and the Pulitzer committee have elevated and promoted.

In a sane world, peddling lies and conspiracy theories would result in this woman’s so-called “career” blowing up like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July.

But our news media does not exist in a sane world. So instead of kicking this discredited conspiracy theorist to the curb, the same outlets that worked tirelessly to ban Alex Jones, are fully embracing and deferring to this crank.

It’s enough to make your head explode.