Reading the comments

I shouldn't. I know. Read the comments. Ever. Goodlord. Everything is awful.

On Eric Garner's murder:

Random internet commenter 1: "There was no evidence that he couldn't breathe."
Random commenter 2: "He is dead, you moron. There is your evidence that he couldn't breathe--he is fucking dead."

All these, "Whelp, if you don't want the cops to do their job*, don't break the law**" comments drive me insane.

Let's just pretend for a moment that there's no element of "accident" or "defense" here. Someone steals $5 from a convenience store. Someone sells a pack of untaxed cigarettes. Why bother with a trial? Just kill them on the spot. Because that's cool now.

Hey, if they didn't want to be killed, they shouldn't have done anything wrong, right? Arrests take time. We've seen that execution is totally appropriate in the eyes of citizens.

Do they not see how this is a ridiculous argument?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Your meter expired so it's no longer legal to park here."
"Do I get a ticket, officer?"
"Nope. Shot to the head. Guess you should have fed the meter you law-breaking criminal."

I really just don't even have the words.


*Which is, apparently, flat-out killin'
**With a heaping helping of "But-but-but race isn't a factor!"

Injured

Man. I managed to strain BOTH my groin muscles running yesterday and Monday. How does this even work? Dammit, I bought a fancy belly-support belt to prevent things like that from happening. If I'm in the same position for too long, I can barely move and walking is a painful adventure!

Doctor, at the appointment today: Um. Maybe you shouldn't run so hard.

I don't think she understands. I'm running 3 miles instead of almost 7! And at wuss-speed. That IS not so hard.

But apparently these things happen when you're carrying a bowling ball equivalent front-loaded in your abdomen. Aaaand all your joints and ligaments start to go, "Fuck this, hold your own damned self together."

Maybe I'll just walk some instead.

Also, D has his very first migraine ever. I don't quite know how to help him. I told him to drink some caffeine.

We are a sorry, sorry, injured household tonight.