Breonna, protests, brutality, pandemic, BLM, police, …breathe, I can’t breathe…
Say their names. No justice, no peace. Mask up. West coast fires.
And please get back behind that line, please, sir.
Sounds like an R.E.M. song, doesn’t it?
It’s like The Wolf of Wallstreet without flying midgets. Or the fancy cars. Or boobs.
It’s like the Joker, Pennywise, and the Killer Klowns from Outer Space are on the loose and they’re coughing in everyone’s eyeballs and licking everyone’s toilet seats.
If WWII was Satan’s wet dream, then 2020 is the mattress he sleeps on.
But it’s odd, you know? I’m sitting here on my living room couch with my son drawing pictures of books and ice cream cones at the dining room table. The windows are open to let the fresh fall air in and I’m watching the cars drive by. (Though no car drove by last night between the hours of 9 P.M. and 6 A.M., I’ll tell you that. We’re under a strict curfew here in Louisville due to the Breonna Taylor ruling.) We’ve also been enjoying the hell out of Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous.
If I had no internet or news or connection to the outside world, I’d have no idea what was going on. Unless I was back in California, I’d be dying by the minute breathing in all that smoke (wildfires to coronavirus: “Hold my sparkler.”).
This isn’t to say that ignorance is bliss, but I’m sure it is. Here’s what I’m getting at:
We’re all spending so much time scrolling and trolling on Facebook and Twitter, sharing our views, our thoughts, and whatever agenda we’re choosing to follow. The louder the video, the better. And if you’re morbid like me, you’re glued to live streaming of the protests hoping to see some blood.
We’re fixated so much on what’s going on in the world, outside of our state (of if you’re like me, just a couple of miles away), that we’re neglecting to focus on the stuff inside. You know, our character and feelings and crap like that. I have a feeling that most of us aren’t keeping our anger and fear in check. We need to understand that we don’t know all the details, because the only details we get are what the media chooses to share, and even then, we get to choose which media we pay attention to.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t be passionate about anything or stand up for things… I’m just saying it’s a good idea to stop and examine the stuff in our hearts and guts instead of merely spending our days and hours judging and criticizing the world around us every chance we get. And with that I leave you with three things:
Fight for justice without making her put in overtime to rule over your actions.
Stand up for what you believe in, but know your facts first, lest you look like an idiot.
Remember that if drugs were legal, we wouldn’t be in this bad of a situation. Until then, don’t get caught. If you get caught, don’t resist arrest. If you resist arrest, you better have an awesome phrase to go out with, because the body cams will be recording it all.
For instance, if I got shot by a cop, I’d go down singing the Punky Brewster theme song, because that show needs to come back.