Welcome to my nightmare, with all due respect and sincerest apologies to Alice Cooper

It has recently occurred to me that thoughts are a lot like crap.  You take in information all the time, much like food.  Your brain processes this information and uses it to create memories, reactions to various stimuli, etc.  The random thoughts and other leftover junk, which for the sake of decorum we will refer to as "brain droppings" (credit George Carlin for that one), are the cast-off thoughts that run around unchecked in your head, increasing in number as more information is processed, refined, and discarded by the brain, until critical mass is reached and the brain gives the order to evacuate.  This is called "forgetting", or as I usually refer to it, "where the hell did i leave the kids?"

Forget decorum.  Might as well call it what it is.  Brain Shit.

However, in every brain dump, there are a few little nuggets that sneak through the system without being used.  Kind of like corn.  Mostly whole, and still slightly useful if it could be separated from the rest of the shit and cleaned up a little.

Maybe I should have titled this "Brain Corn".  That would have been awesome.

Disclaimer:
These are my thoughts.  I am willing to let you look at them but they are still my thoughts.  Even if, as previously stated, I compare them to a bowel evacuation.  I can still retain ownership of a turd if I can find a place to store it that won't eventually get me shot by the neighbors.  On second thought, the neighbors can buy a vanilla scented air freshener and deal with it.
What awaits you on the journey ahead, if you choose to follow along, is not for everyone.  You may enjoy parts of it, but rest assured, you will eventually be offended by something you read here. 

I don't care.

I repeat:  I DON'T CARE.

On second thought, I apologize in advance to my mother and my pastor.  Other than that, I don't care.

Save your hate mail.  I don't write this for you; I write it for ME, and therefore not one single solitary fuck will be given about whether you like it or not.  It's not like the Mafia; you can get off the train at any time of your choosing.  I might even slow down so you don't break your neck when you jump.  See the red "X" in the top right corner?  That is the "get me away from this crazy asshole" button.  Just click it if you can't hang.  No hard feelings here.

For those who have the intestinal fortitude to stick with it, you will probably be insane at the end of the ride.  Don't say I didn't warn you.  But crazy can be fun, because the people in the white coats give us all the crayons we can eat.  Bon Appetitty.

OK, time for a public service announcement

When you are told by law enforcement to turn around and place your hands behind your head because you are being placed under arrest, say "Yes sir" and comply. 

To do otherwise is resisting arrest.

They don't want to hear about how innocent you are, nor should they. You are guaranteed a trial by a jury of your peers, not a trial by cop. At your jury trial, upon preponderance of evidence, your guilt or innocence will be decided by them.

It is not the cop's place to let you go because you said you didn't do it.

It is his job to place you in custody until you prove you didn't.

He WILL do his job. If you fight, you will be subdued. If you continue to resist, you will get hurt.

A man died on a sidewalk in New York after being taken down and subdued to be placed under arrest.
For selling cigarettes. CIGARETTES.

Am I in disbelief because he was being arrested for such a petty thing?  Kind of, but it is against the law. 

I am in utter disbelief because he lost his life for such a petty thing.

This is a tragic occurrence. It is even more tragic because it was not necessary.

It was not necessary for him to be subdued. It is never necessary to subdue anyone during an arrest, until the party being arrested MAKES it necessary.

Imagine you are a police officer. Would you rather handcuff someone and walk them to the car or wrestle them to the ground? DUH.

He made the decision to escalate the situation by resisting.

A cop will never decide to just let you go because you don't want to be arrested. It is not an option.

He didn't die because he was black.

He didn't even die because he was committing a crime.

He died because he resisted arrest.

Did the cop intend to kill him? Highly doubtful. No cop wants to put himself, his family, or his department through that trauma. But even if you are being arrested by a horribly unstable individual who has no business wearing a badge, and who is thinking to himself, "If this guy gives me any shit, I'm gonna kill him", how can you avoid dying?

Simple. Say "Yes sir" and comply with the officer's requests.

You will get your day in court.

Is it inconvenient to be arrested? Decidedly.

It is a lot more inconvenient to be dead or injured because YOU escalated things to the point where the officer had to use force.

Even if you think it is completely unfair and you are being targeted because of your race or your clothes or your appearance or whatever... 

SAY "YES SIR" and comply.

Because when a cop tells you that you are under arrest, he is GOING to arrest you. You can't choose what's behind door number two at that point. You are going to jail. If you shut your mouth and comply, things will be comparatively easy for you. Resist, and bad goes to worse in a hurry.

"I fight authority, authority always wins" - John Mellencamp