Justice

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Yeah, that is a pickle of a title huh? I was looking through news, as I often do, and stumbled across something. I read the article first before I watched the video. When it begins to occur, I felt something swell up inside of me. I wish I could have ran in there and used all of my superman skills to do something. After watching it, I found myself looking up and out at the night sky wondering, where is justice? These are the upholders of Justice ...? I know, good and bad, but there really does seem to be an imbalance of in/un-justice (amongst-other things) out there these days.

It also gets me on pondering, if ... "the universe seeks balance" is there a mechanism for this kind of imbalance? Yes, I think there is a larger "negative" side, to most things "human" out there currently. I really do wonder, if there is also a gavel out there, about to fall. Hopefully, more down to earth, it will for this.

Read this, after watching the video, if one does watch it.
http://www.denverpost.com/news/ci_15808654?source=rss
Notice, how after it became clear that the police officer was going to beat the crap out of the guy, the police camera focused on the situation suddenly reverts to what appears to be a "home" view of the street, and gives the incident time to be hidden from view before returning? I would wager money, the guy was laying on the ground, not doing much of anything when the cop decides he needed to be hit with the stick.

The operator should be removed. Under no circumstance should this camera have been pulled away, unless there was something happening that you didn't want anyone to see. Guilty, case closed.


When I was mobilized for 9/11, my unit was stationed at Ft. Polk La (reserve assigned to active duty). We were there for nine months before heading over the pond, to cover the second shift as it were. Curring that time, there were many occasions where my platoon would "party" at the barracks. I would participate from time to time, but mostly, I kept to myself. I wasn't too keen on all the drinking, shouting, and stuff ... drunks like to do. There was a guy at a party one night, from our unit, but not our platoon.

He wasn't exactly what one might call soldier material. He had a bad reputation for being a U.S. Army P.O.S. as most would say. I would say, guilty of mostly not wanting to be there, being human, and not really caring for being all he could be. A careless slacker perhaps? He ended up getting into a fight, which I don't think was really a fight. He was about 20-22 at the time. There was a guy, about 35ish. The resident angry drunk ex-marine ... Srnt. Knowitall. His room was on the first floor, most people were outside at the picnic tables first floor. The victim, needed to use the phone, and ended up in Srnt's room. At which point something was said, and slacker ends up getting jumped I'm fairly certain.

When people started noticing the activity, we started to enter the building, seeing slacker on the his back and the ground with a bloody face and Srnt all over him. There was a 19 year old chap, who thought it would help the situation (others were in process of pulling Srnt off) by calling him a phukin piece of chit, and started kicking him in the ribs. He had a surprised look on his face when he was spun around.

I pointed to slacker, (yelled) "his ass is kicked. you don't need to do anything to him, look at his face. To me, you're the p.o.s. in the situation, not him." He asked me if I wanted to get my ass kicked. He was bigger than me, by about 1-2 inches, and a (few pounds) gym monkey. But I am not so certain his insides and agility were on par with what ... I might have. But the point wasn't to fight him, it was to make a point. So what did I decide to in that moment? I knelt down right in front him, "prove to me and everyone else here what a tough guy you are by kicking me in the face, right now, when I can do nothing about it. And I promise I won't. Just kick me."

I'm not sure, but I think everyone was quiet for a second or two, before chap started cussing at me and walking off. When I watched this video, I am pretty certain, I was experiencing something almost exactly like what I felt that night. Although, I can not confess to the victims merit, but it seems possibly he might be "a better human" than slacker was a soldier. In any event, not either of them should have been at end of such actions. I would like to think if I was there, I could have done ... something.

That night on Ft. Polk, was one of the times where I feel I might have had an encounter with some virtue of sorts. I'm not sure Justice would be one of them, but had often hoped that perhaps I brushed something honorable. I would almost say for certain I did, but I don't think that's what honor does, so I won't.