For some reason, I always seem to be the guy that shines a blinding bright light on the elephant in the room. Actually, I kind of revel in it.
I am sort of a sick bastard that way. Almost a fetish. Not THAT kind of fetish. Although the potential is there.
And this surprises precisely nobody that knows me.
So…Have you ever noticed that when a police officer tragically shoots and kills an “unarmed” black person, said black person pretty much always has escalated the situation to such a chaotic and dangerous level, that bad shit inevitably happens?
Ya know…forcibly resisting arrest, fleeing, beating on the cop and reaching for his weapon, not obeying commands after like 15 chances…that sort of stuff.
Not a popular thing to say out loud. A big fat elephant, to be sure. (Insert Michael Moore joke here: ________________). Continue reading