Inconsistent Results

First Source: http://nypost.com/2014/12/03/cop-cleared-in-eric-garner-chokehold-death/

Second Source: http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2014/04/28/knoxville-cop-fired-immediately-after-photos-show-brutal-choking-of-student/

In both cases, police officers are applying what could be considered excessive force.  One dies, the other survives.  In one case, the offending officer is immediately fired.  In the other, the officer is let off with not a single charge, not even involuntary manslaughter.  In both cases, there is video evidence regarding the actions of the officers.

Rising above the fact that the victims were of historically conflicting groups of people, there is the issue of justice.  Should not the same crime result in a reliably consistent punishment?  One human was actually killed by suffocation and the officer who applied the suffocation was summarily let off, while the other officer who momentarily choked the other victim was quickly fired.  Why the inconsistency?

Mathematically speaking, it is an illogical result.  If we have an equation, say 10 + x = y, and input one number and get a certain answer (9), we know that x is equal to one.  If you input the same number into the same equation and yet you get a different result (1), one could be conclusively accused of "fudging the numbers", or proposing inaccurate data.

In summary, this situation reads like this: 10 + 1 = 10 equals 10 + 1 = 1.   Obviously inaccurate, and rightfully subject to investigation.

Food For Thought (If You Wish)

Why is it that people seem to pay attention to the logic and not the complexity of the words themselves.   Words are ideas, and ideas are like space-time.  In essence, they are capable of twisting and turning in on itself and initiating its own destruction like an imploding black hole.
Got that image in your head?  Good.

Now take words and subject it to your imagination.  "Car" becomes either a 2-ton machine with the delicious smell of leather, heated seats, an elegant paint job of black, silver and a touch of gold, or a toy car that most people under the age of 2 play with and subsequently destroy with their Herculean strength.

Seriously, if a 2 year old can wreck a living room in less than a day, imagine how much a grown man can do to a country in an hour.  This speaks about the potential growth of human beings to be the worst of satanic destroyers or the best of ethical scientists.  It just depends on if the seed is getting enough water, and if they have not been sheltered in.

By the way, there is a difference between "sheltered" and "protected".  Think about it, but in the context of plants, then apply the principle to human growth patterns.  Then add the subject time to the thought simulation.

Musings

"How often things turn around to smile at you.  Or to curse you, depending on what you did to karma.  Hm...Karma personified.  That would be a very interesting person...  Hm.  I think I just came up with a new idea.  Everyone a person interacts with is karma personified.  If this idea has any merit, it would mean that since they are inherently karmic, and therefore symbolically could be stylized as a scale...this has the potential honestly be the key to understanding people as a whole, once and for all."  

This line of thought (in and of itself) is but one major "branch" of a statement, off of which many smaller branches, twigs, little leaves, flowers, and unripened fruits come forth.  These fruits were plucked from the Main Tree of my Mind and planted, which then blossomed into a tree on which one, linear, narrow branch was selected to be tracked (much like the brain, I think)  The subsequent analysis does not take into account everything that is possible; it is just one seed of one thought.

Basically, I'm saying that from this point forward, whenever someone is making a statement, they are describing one very specific pattern that arose from one very specific pattern of brain cell activation.  This brain cell activation marks thought, which leads to specific patterns of thought, which leads to words, emotions, and actions (not necessarily in that order), which may or may not be in sync with what others are thinking.  This, in turn, shows us how to be in sync.  Remember the phrase "show, not tell"?  That is what pictures do, they "show" us, not tell us how.  That is all that bodies are; images, not the reality of who the person actually is.  This raises the question: who is the person?  Not the body, although they are intimately connected to them.  The person (him/herself) is unseen.  The mind and emotions of a person are subject to the whim of...the real you.  

First Quote (By Me. Sue me. Yes, I just quoted Michael Jackson)

"Humor is the realm of the ingenious.  Honestly funny people tend to be highly intelligent."
~I'jaaz Muhammad

Cages of Will

Glowing flower, beautiful tree
a glorious eagle soaring free
fields of grass, a chirping blue-jay
Honestly, it's just so cliche

Behind the mask of false civility
lies not a sea of calm tranquility
but rather a net of hidden ability
within a cage of stunning simplicity

All it needs is ones agreement
That he will never ever leave it
And just to treat you like a chew toy
it up and goes and pulls a Leeroy

Confidently Random

Heart pounding, face flushed
a crushing headache bum-rushed
Breath ragged, star-crush
the holy theme of hush hush

Honestly, I can never see an ending
All I know is that my suffering is pending
mental troubles notwithstanding
All I can do is stand defending

My heart, my mind, my soul, my brain
against all kinds of aches and pains
now I know this line sounds kinda lame
but I never really wanted to sound the same

Everyone has a jam
That no one should copy
slaying like a flim-flam
copper named Hoppy

I know this makes no type of sense
but then I'll be bowed down to the fence
that tries to cage me in and make me tense
and destroy my valued competence

Winterspell

Frozen streams,
Crystal spells
Running teams
and frosted bells

Alter flow to pulsing stone
Glowing faintly, colden tone
Shattered blood is tinged with blue
Golden sun bends through you

Darkness hangs
Brightness fell
Evil tangs
Winterspell

Pain and Regret

I'm alone, but I guess I earned that
For some things in the past, but you think I deserve that.
Hurtful words, so piercing and hard
Going, gone, playing the lonely card

Turning away, when I try to explain
Left alone, chest heaving in pain
Tears streaming down my soaking cheeks
Held by you, during previous weeks

The time is gone; it's by and by
The separation for you and I
A long time coming, but I wanted forgiveness
Leaving me all alone in absolute darkness

Now is a long time since I ever cried
But through the time, the connection's tied.
And all this time, we've never met
And that's the thing I'll forever regret.

I'm sorry.

Conviction

Completely friendless; you're never expected
Void and dark, never really respected
The friends you once had, they now defected
To know what its like to be alone, and then tormented

People reject you down to your very shadow
Remember what it was like, so long ago
What they have rejected is a precious stone
Leaving you in your misery, all alone

But then you decide get up and say
"This is not going to be every day"
Even though you're alone, you come out, happy and bright
You've come out of darkness, to see the light

Marriage

Standing tall, this bride of mine
Resplendent in white, a glow in time
Her eyes as bright as sparkling gems

Walking down, she's pure and sublime
Toward the time when time is combined
Through all the years of my life
When she stood by me through trouble and strife

She remained as pure as the day she was born
Though she weathered through frightening storms
That she would give her soul to me
Gives a testament to her bravery
That cooled my eyes and humbled my soul
So that I would always help her grow
Into the woman she would forever be

She is my soul, and she of mine
Forever bonded, do we combine
There it goes, there is my cue

For we all must pass by the immortal "I do."

Infinity

Its always there, but never now
Incessantly running, turning the cow
From a curious calf, just running around
To a big old buck, who stands firmly his ground


Forever going, going on
Singing the lonely, saddening song
Eternity awaits, so deep and shocking
As time goes on, pumping pumping
like a simple heartbeat, pumping on
with time as its blood, just singing its song

Becoming the pump of an old universe
Keeping it going, although it is cursed
To implode on itself, to fall apart
Its godly wisdom, to never restart

Harmonious movement marking its time
as everything it touches withers and dies
Repeating an old and endless climb
Withering men and dissolving ties
This is the measure of ability
The ability to survive Infinity