You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Another American Police shooting.
Just when you thought it was safe to resume your life…
BAM BAM BAM
That’s the sound of gunfire crackling across your senses.
BAM BAM BAM.
That’s the sound of bullets rizzling and flesh tearing.
BAM. BAM.
The moment is insidious, unbelievable. It’s a searing hot spatula pushing into naked beef.
The moment burns the fibers of the flesh, cauterizing it with a permanent stench so pronounced you can smell it in the back of your throat.
BAM BAM BAM.
That’s the sizzle of steel exiting a police fire arm at 1,126 feet per second.
The bullet ends life before the shot ever registers as sound.
Stunned Disbelief.
That’s how America feels tonight; like a comatose hunk of beef swinging in a frosty slaughter-house.
DATELINE: NORTH CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA.
“someone shot my baby.”
Somewhere a mother’s anguish will be augmented by a national megaphone that has become adept at broadcasting inconsolable pain.
Tis the season of the police shooting.
This one, perhaps more controversial than all the others combined.
Why?
Because its attrociousness is captured on tape in all its naked horror.
Prepare yourself America. More national scrutiny is coming to a wound that will not heal.
The blow hole nastiness of 24/7 news cycles and Nancy Grace, and CNN will soon be vomiting this story around the clock.
Like you, I’m watching this latest episode on the nightly news and I’m shaking my head in disbelief.
Is this really happening – AGAIN?
I wasn’t in South Carolina. I don’t have the facts. I don’t know what the suspect was doing or what the officer was thinking.
But I do know this.
A man is running away from another man is no longer a threat.
In my life experience, when someone is running away from me, the threat to me is decreasing with every step he takes in the opposite direction.
I’m a lot more scared when an attacker is 6 inches from me than when he’s 60 feet from me.
I’m watching this video and I just want to pause it.
The anchor warns me that the graphic video is hard to watch.
He’s right.
I just want to push pause.
I feel like shouting at my screen. “Hey cop. Just put your gun down. Let the fat gun run. Get on your radio and call the meter down the block to chase this guy. What’s the rush?”
The suspect ain’t exactly a world class athlete? The guy’s a ham sandwich away from a coronary blow out. Let him run. How far is he gonna get? And who cares anyway? What did he do? His tail light was out?
Instead, nobody paused life’s video.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
The officer fires 8 times.
Bullets hit the suspect in the back and butt and the big man goes down and he dies.
The video even shows the cop handcuffing the suspect, like the dead man might still be a threat, bleeding out in the grass.
Man does this make me sad.
What was captured on camera simply boggles the mind.
The video from this South Carolina shooting forces the officer’s own police force to arrest him and charge him with murder.
Without the video, who knows? The whole thing is open to interpretation.
According to published reports, 33-year-old Michael Slager allegedly tried to say that 50-year-old Walter Scott took his tazer.
I saw the video. It’s inconclusive.
I really don’t care.
At the moment of no turning back; the officer is blasting away, firirng at a fleeing man.
Man running away equals diminished threat your honor.
GUILTY!
There is no threat, there is no reason to squeeze off 8 rounds.
Now a man is dead and a police officer is going to be nationally castigated.
And perhaps rightfully so.
North Charleston Mayor Keith Summey said “When you’re wrong, you’re wrong. If you make a bad decision, I don’t care if you’re behind the shield or just a citizen on the street, you have to live by that decision.”
The incident began after Scott was pulled over for a broken brake light, police said.
This incident stinks like salami left in a row-boat in a summer rain storm.
Maybe every officer should wear a body camera.
Truth equals justice and the video apparently is the truth illustrating a street level justice that is uncalled for.
The officer claims the suspect took his tazer, but Scott doesn’t appear to be holding anything when he flees.
If you are going to wear a badge, then you have to navigate your way through the darkness illuminated by the promise of truth and justice and the star on your chest.
Sadness. Madness. Tears and lies.
When will it all end?
The long hot days of summer are still ahead.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
Shut your pie hole, Nancy Grace, before flies land on your tongue.
Is it safe to go outside mommy?
I don’t know baby. I don’t know.
Life’s Crazy™