Callous

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Buffalo, New York topped the news on Thursday night.

Quick recap is that there was a protest downtown regarding George Floyd and police brutality and a curfew was set for 8:00.

Close to curfew time, the cops moved in and began shooing people away. A 75-year-old man, who’d been reportedly very vocal during the actual protest, actually moved towards the cops. He was certainly animated and irritated, but it looked like less than a threatening encounter.

A cop looked to push the elderly man back, and he stumbled, and fell hard. His head appeared to make contact with concrete. He appeared to be down for the count.

All of that is difficult enough, but the key part of the video for me came shortly after the man went out cold. Another cop bent down as if he were going to assist him, but another cop stops the act of kindness.

They all walked away.

Callous.

And the nastiness appears to be the real sin here. We’ve had a lifetime of nastiness in the last three years.

There are millions of people out of work and grieving and many more who are sick and afraid.

Unemployment is at the highest level since the Great Depression.

Trump called what happened with the job report as a few million returned to the work force as:

“Joyous”

“A great day for America. A great day for George Floyd who is looking down and is probably happy for America.”

He actually said that!

George Floyd did not have a comment.

To think Mr. Floyd would look down and be happy is ignorant...

...and callous.

Joyous is not currently on the agenda.

It seems all divisive all the time to me.

They’re talking a million people in the streets around the White House, protesting, on Saturday.

I don’t think they’ll be singing songs of great joy.

I just hope that they aren’t shot by our government.

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