Making It and The Fall

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Making It and The Fall

“If you’re so smart, why ain’t ya rich?”
Why do we mock those who can’t make it in life?
And by that,
I mean, make it in the life in this world we’ve created,
that’s actually anti-life, anti-love, and anti-beauty?

Probably because, we all know, deep inside,
that if the game of Shoots and Ladders is abandoned,
we’ll be really pissed that we spent so much time propping it up,
getting ripped off and screwed over,
that we’ll feel really STUPID when we realize we were played
and that we played along with all of this.

So we pass that pain along and down.
Makes it easier to stomach
the daily pint
of pure petroleum-based rot-gut
we call

How Did We Get Here? #TerenceCrutcher

How did we get here? How do we get out?

Justin DaMetz

How did we get here?

On Friday, from multiple angles, we watched a man- a black man, a father of four, a husband, a brother, a son, a musician, a student, a friend, Terence Crutcher, “Crutch” – bleed out in the middle of the road in North Tulsa.

This just a couple of months after watching Alton Sterling bleed out in a parking lot in Baton Rogue. And watching Philando Castile bleed out in the driver’s seat of his car.

The world lost another man this week too soon. Anytime that happens, it’s a tragedy. When it’s at the hands of the state, at the hands of a police officer – one sworn to protect and serve – it is all the more so.

And yet, a large portion of our country can’t find in them the most human and reasonable reaction to the death of someone’s father – grief…

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