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At the beginning of 2020 I was pretty sure this year would be the same as the rest, sure I had ambitions for it like I did every other year, but they just sorta blended together, like they always did.
I never put much thought into how this year would be, because it just sorta goes by and before you know it it’s January first and you're wishing for a happy new year!
That is not what 2020 is about at all.
2020 is filled with tears and anger and such anguish it was criminal, the things that we have allowed to go on, they are just terrible. It’s not even half-way through the year and it already sucks!
One thing I knew for sure was that January first was the day I said to myself- "Hey maybe this year won't suck so badly."
Nope, somehow we managed to make it worse than before! I’m actually laughing while I write this because its just crazy how much we can manage to screw stuff up.
My dog is looking at me like I’m crazy right now, chewing on an antler and looking at my hands as they clack on the keyboard. I gave him a smile and all he did was tilt his head cutely.
Fucking adorable.
I still have no reason for writing this, it’s kinda pointless, but at the same time I never sit back and just enjoy writing anymore, it’s always on a deadline in my head, I don’t enjoy a lot anymore, but maybe someday I can look ahead and say, "Yeah, life is gonna be good to me" It’s a far off thought, but I still hope that it happens.
Mason (my border-collie puppy) is sitting next to my dad right now, or not, he just moved up next to me again, chewing on a toy squirrel now, he was something in my life that I really hope I never forget, by the time I read over this again, he’ll be too old, or passed away by then, but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss him, because I know that I will.
He's a good dog, he sticks by me, and we get each other, he’s a little weird and he’s standoffish sometimes, but I still love him. That’s the things about life that I’m still realizing today, something’s aren't going to be close to you, they’ll be somewhere in-between, They’ll find their place among your life, and you will either pull them along for the ride or you’ll let them be.
People are so fascinating, and everyday I am proved correctly, what they do, what they say, what they think, how they feel, how they live life.
It’s such an interesting thing.
I know I am a human too, but on some level I know that people don’t view the world the way that I do, I’m open, in a way that most people find gross. I see everything from everyone’s perspective, because I almost feel like I’ve been where they were sometime in my life.
Even if I know that’s physically impossible, I like to think, ‘Hey, maybe they have a point, they have an opinion too, they are a person too, they have a life, why should their opinion mean less just because I don’t agree with it?’
That’s the thing about most people, they think that they are always right, and that is just asinine. You cannot always be correct, everyone has something going on in their life-big or small it doesn’t matter, and they have opinions on those subjects, and they have values and morals, and all these things about them that make them who they are.
I like to think that people are like rocks, some of them are completely put together, whole, they know where they’re going, and then you have some who are broken, beyond repair, but they are still rocks. then you have those who are worn down, exhausted from being worked so hard in life, and honestly I know that is how some people are. Then there are some that have odd shapes or colors, they may be different, but they are still rocks, and if there is nothing wrong with that rock, and the way it is, the way it looks, then there should be nothing wrong with it compared to other rocks.
We are all rocks, whole;broken;worn-down;oddly-shaped;different-mindset;different-color. It doesn’t matter, we are all one in the same, and if you were to look at a beach, all you’d see is rocks right? They're all the same right? It doesn’t matter if they have pointy edges or if they’re big or small or light or dark, or somewhere in-between, they're all rocks right? You’d just look at it and say,
“Wow, that is a lot of rocks.”
Because we are together, and we all make up that beach, that wonderful beach that people should love, where they come to smile, and laugh, and be happy with other people, we weren’t meant to fight, if we were, we’d be bullet proof; but we’re not, we are meant for better things, and this is not what we were put here for.
Each of us has a purpose, it doesn’t matter if it’s huge or tiny, we do our part, and then our beach shall flourish because we worked for something greater, for something beautiful.
This is not what we were meant for, we were meant for better, we were meant for something, but this is not it.
Peace is an option, so is war, I know which one I’d choose, how about you? Would you choose love over hate this time?
Mason would choose love, that much I know.
Other News United States Of America
Derek Chauvin - A Disgrace To The Uniform: The Embattled Officer Did More Than Kill George Floyd
Mr. Chauvin, now ironically in a jail in which he put so many others, has and always had serious issues. It is apparent that for some reason they were all but completely ignored.
The 44 year old, in his 19-year career with the Minneapolis Police Department, was the subject of 17 investigations and the respondent to 12 formal complaints against him. The documents pertaining to said are heavily redacted but still reveal pressing problems.
His most obvious display of excessive force occurred in 2007. It involved a mother and her infant (with the family's german shepherd) on their way home from a local grocery store. Officer Chauvin and an unnamed partner forced the mother to stop. Initially she was unsure of the cause. It was cited as her driving 10 miles over the speed limit. Then without another word exchanged the officers opened her door and began to pull her out of the minivan - well before she had the opportunity to unlatch her seatbelt. She was pulled through her restraints out to the street and then into the back of their squadcar. With her child crying loudly in the background she insistantly asked why she was arrested. After a long period of his refusal to answer Chauvin muttered that her vechicle "fit a description".
There were also incidents with shootings in which his use of firepower was questionable. 1 of the 3 or so reported described him as chasing and firing at a man who was already running from another (presumably non-police) shooter.
Those things coupled with the fact that he was perpetually in massive debt (which was brought into his marriage at its start) and the years-long dissatisfaction of and relational distance from his wife evidently took its toll on his mindset and the community he swore to protect and serve.
It was said by onlookers (primarily the couple's neighbors) that the Chauvins' relationship had been under visible strain for years and that Chauvin's wife had been looking for some time for the right opportunity to divorce him. Conflicting schedules and conflicting views caused further estrangement between them. Also Mrs. Chauvin bore concern for the children she had from a previous marriage. What was done to George Floyd was the last straw, finally giving her the courage to leave. She in disgust over her former husband's actions and the desire to make a clean break decided to forego spousal support and petitioned the court to change back to her previous name.
After analysis of the video that rocked the world, Mr. Chauvin's indictment was necessarily moved up from manslaughter to second-degree murder plus the previous charge. A group of bystanders are heard pleading for Mr. Floyd's life as Chauvin continues to drive his knee into his victim's neck, fatally asphyxiating him. The other three officers on the scene were taken in as co-conspirators and will share the same fate as the first. As appalling as Chauvin's example is, it seems that his presence on the force and this case are just the tip of the iceberg.
The death of an African American at the hands of a policeman provoked massive protests in dozens of US cities
Demonstrations continue in 75 cities across the US that protest the murder of an African-American, George Floyd, by police in Minnesota. Stocks often spill over into violent clashes with the police: demonstrators set fire to cars, smash shops and throw firecrackers. President Donald Trump was forced to go down the bunker for a while.
The office building in the very center of Washington caught fire just half an hour before the curfew in the US capital. According to the decision of the mayor of the year, Muriel Bowser, it is forbidden to be on the streets from 23:00 to 6 am, and all residents have no right to leave their homes.
