A Shit Sandwich

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A San Antonio police officer was fired earlier this week.

He allegedly put shit between two slices of bread, put it into a container and handed it to a homeless man.

Obviously he's a vile, disgusting human being who doubtlessly thought he was the funniest guy ever.

Yet I wasn't surprised at all.

The guy is obviously just one guy and it's dangerous to condemn many for the actions of one, but overall...

...we aren't very compassionate anymore, are we?

The rhetoric is hateful...

...across the board.

And I don't get it, really.

There are a whole lot of people out there who are bashing those they feel are below them somehow.

There are also a whole bunch of people who feel that even though they're struggling to get ahead, that they're somehow a lot better than those who are suffering even more.

A whole bunch of people out there who believe that they're one break away from being super rich somehow...

...then they can look down on even more people!!

When I was a kid we went to church each morning.

We used to always sing a song called "Whatsoever You Do."

I still know a lot of the words to that song.

"Whatsoever you do the least of your brothers, you do to me."

The "me" in the song is Jesus, right?

That cop wasn't singing that song, that's for sure.

There are a whole group of people who've never heard it either.

Plenty of judgment is passed on those who suffer to grab their little piece of the dream that someone else has for them.

"I saw a guy in a store with food stamps buying potato chips!" Someone wrote on Facebook a while back.

(Must've been the potato chip policeman).

Problem being...

...that song makes you feel a word that is foreign to a whole bunch of people...

...and that cop, specifically.

Compassion.

Try it.

Judging others as to how you perceive they should live...

...sucks.

You just don't have all the information.

We're all guilty of it from time-to-time, right?

Unfortunately some people have decided to make "Zero Compassion" a rallying cry.

America wasn't built that way.

I really feel sorry for that cop.

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