Atlanta: Guy Self-Immolates Outside Jew Consulate

I always said: if I ever got to the point where I was ready to catch myself on fire for a political cause, I would put Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m on Fire” on the boombox before I lit myself up.

I’m always disappointed when people don’t do that.

It’s such a missed opportunity.

I mean, think of how funny the contrast would be of a man actually on fire with that song playing.

RT:

A demonstrator suffered severe injuries after setting themself ablaze on Friday near the Israeli consulate in Atlanta, Georgia, according to local law enforcement.

The head of the diplomatic mission later denounced the protest as an example of “hate and incitement” against Israel.

HAHAHAHA.

“He hates us so much he caught himself on fire!”

That is very serious hate…!

The protester, whose age and gender were not specified, was in critical condition with major burns after the act of self-immolation, Atlanta Police Chief Darin Schierbaum told reporters, noting that a security guard was also injured while attempting to intervene.

We believe it was an act of extreme political protest that occurred,” the police chief said, adding that investigators did not see “any nexus to terrorism,” and that consular officials were never in danger during the incident.

A Palestinian flag was found near the scene, and gasoline was used as an accelerant, local officials said, but stressed that the exact motive behind the action remained unclear.

Schierbaum said police were aware of religious and political tensions related to the war in the Middle East, and had increased patrols across Atlanta.

Yeah, I mean. Kerosene makes a lot more sense, if you really want to burn yourself up.

I would think you would want to burn yourself up, because like, otherwise you’re just a burn victim for the rest of your life.

You know what my worst fear about this is though?

If I played “I’m on Fire” and then I was still alive and burning when the track ended and “Dancing in the Dark” started playing on the boombox.

People would walk by and see me burning up and screaming as my flesh came off and ask “what’s going on with that guy?” and then someone else would answer “he ain’t nothing but tired. He’s just tired and bored with himself.”