A Potpourri of things.
These last few months caused me to think about the old Dunkin’ Donuts commercial. It’s been a time when as soon as I think I’ve completed one thing, something else comes up. There are times when I long for the old days. Then, you could go to a general practitioner for almost any ailment, and almost every cure. There was no need to make an appointment for a blood test because they drew it right there in the office and sent it to the lab.
Truly, I don’t if it’s corporate business or medical malpractice insurance companies that caused the changes, but they are drooling on people who are already ill. I’ve probably put over a hundred miles on my car in the last few months running to this office, and that office, and back again.
Thinking about the old Dunkin’ Donuts commercials caused me to think about the Baby ETrade commercials. Remember those?
Updates in the News
All this time that we’ve reported on law enforcement killing unarmed civilians, and there are times I feel overwhelmed because the cases, and knowledge of cases, come faster than I can keep up. Because of new situations almost weekly, if not daily, it’s also difficult to follow-up on cases previously reported.
There are times I feel hopeless because each time we think we have an answer to reduce or stop the number of police involved shootings of unarmed citizens, we find the end result is always up to a human being who listens to the story of the cop who fired the gun. The living have opportunity to say what they thought and felt. The dead do not.
I cry. This time, I cry for Dillon Taylor and I also cried for Bron Cruz, the cop that killed him. I cried for Cruz because he wanted so badly for Dillon to be armed, that while Dillon’s blood was running like a river, and he went into seizure, that did not hinder Cruz from searching Dillon not once, but twice. I cried for Cruz because he planted seeds of blame in his garden of life rather than seeds of compassion.