Black lives DO Matter!!!

 

Yesterday's verdict in the Chauvin murder trial of him killing George Floyd and being found guilty of all charges was no other way for it to turn out! The film taken by that young woman was unrefutable evidence of the murder! It is a sort of a small recognition that now black people are being heard.

 Sadly and horrifically the crowd that formed could not do anything to help him by taking physical action or they would have been arrested too, and perhaps have the same fate as Mr. Floyd!

What a horrid commentary on human beings, those so-called police officers who did not stop their co-officer from his murderous act!

As they held the crowd back from engaging in the protection of the man!

Someday, there should be more than just cameras involved in the proof, someday, there should be the ability to intervene without fear of having the same thing happen to you!!! And the survival of the person being put in that unbelievable situation!

I personally hope that the murderer, Chauvin, in sentencing gets the most years allowed under the law. His being in prison with people he may have put there will be what he deserves!!! I bet he will not last long!

Moving on...

Above, I invoked the biblical thought of an eye for an eye.

I wonder why I did that.

But with unrefutable proof, is incarceration truly enough?

I had been against the death penalty, but that was due to my concern about innocent people being sent to their death. Now with DNA and cameras all over the place to prove responsibility for the crime...?  I think my attitude has changed.

But then there is the question of playing G-d?

Does anyone have that right to take another person's life no matter how heinous their crime was?

 Or even the non-biblical concept of lowering ourselves to their level.

Many discussions have been heard over the centuries about this topic, and I suspect, many more conversations will be heard in the future too.

All I know is that the RIGHT VERDICT CAME TO PASS in this one! Finally! 

But it is just the beginning for many judgments in the future of how police, police!

And so, we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

                            3 months................................................3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties...We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in from my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on out clear the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, it could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!