While the group is quick to point out the racial disparity in the killings, that blacks are killed more than whites, the racial disparity is nothing compared to the sexual disparity, 213 males killed by police, 3 females. Clearly the sexual disparity is MUCH greater than the racial disparity. But nobody cares about that because men have little value in society and little value to most women beyond their ability to provide resources.
I’m not suggesting we should start killing more women, I am suggesting law enforcement should stop killing PEOPLE of any race or sex and LAWMAKERS should change the laws so that nobody is immune and everyone is equal under the law.
It’s not that I expect people to believe it when I say it, which is why I simply linked this article. And I guess it’s not like I expect most people will even care, after all if the police kill someone they must have been doing something to deserve it, like carving wood at Pike Place Market. I just want to make sure it remains in public sight. I’m hopeful that eventually I won’t be the only one who has a problem with law makers and law enforcement being exempt from the laws they make and enforce up to and including murder.
Had a couple of very odd dreams last night, don’t know what to make of them but they seem somewhat thematically related.
In the first, I was in this kind of wooden hut with one side opening to a cliff wall. The cliff was maybe 12 feet high and there was a flat plateau above.
I was on a motorcycle with a winch that was somehow mechanically tied in with the motor so if terrain was too steep to climb you could tie one end of the rope to something high and then use the motor to drag the motorcycle and rider (me) up the steep surface.
I was trying to find a way out of this shack and it appeared the only way out was up the face of this cliff with the motorcycle. There was a pole or something up above so I threw the rope up and it wound around, I was afraid I’d fall off the motorcycle when it went vertical but gunned it anyway and up the face of the cliff I went and then I was on top looking down at the shack.
Looking down I noticed it had open windows on either side of the structure that were up high enough that anyone standing on the ledge, I could reach their hands and pull them up so it was my intent to bring the others up with me but I woke out of the dream at this point.
Upon going back to sleep I had another dream. In this one I was in the back yard of the house where I grew up on 15th and 90th NE. I looked up and saw this long tubular object, kind of looked like a 787 with it’s stubby wings except much longer and it was flexible and moving very slow. Kind of a side to side slithering motion like that of a snake.
Descending from this craft were two rope ladders and when when it went over my yard, the ladders descended to almost ground level. On the rope ladders were people doing acrobatics of some sort like something you might see in the circus and they and the rope ladders passed through my back yard and my neighbors and then went back high into the sky.
Thematic relationship, both dreams involved heights that seemed dangerous but were safely handled by the people involved, in one dream that was me, in another it was other people. Both involved ropes to climb or pull oneself up with. How this relates to real life I don’t know but the vividness of these dreams, the similarity of themes, would suggest there is something my subconscious wants to bring to my conscious attention. That and the fear involved and the perceived need to conquer it resonate with me very deeply.
Good lyrical content, give it a good listen.