Yesterday, after I finished the SWAT and Rampart LAPD entries, and the SLA entry, and tying them together, and tying the Watts riot’s causes to Ferguson‘s causes, I made the perhaps inappropriate choice to decompress by watching season 1 of True Detective.
I know, I know. Way to practice self-care. I am intelligent, but often not wise, especially when it comes to myself.
However, I’m glad I made that seemingly foolish choice, because my strange who-are-the-good-guys day ended with this quote, from Detective Rust Cohle:
Of course I’m dangerous. I’m police. I can do terrible things with impunity.
The horrible, beautiful balance of civilization teeters right there on that one fragile word: can. Potentiality without intentionality. Razor’s-edge balance.
I shall be funnier and lighter tomorrow, I promise. I have more information to report on the dolphin sex saga. Ball, ball, diamond, diamond, ball!
‘Night, chickies. Stay safe, and be just a little bit better to each other tonight than necessary.
