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Thursday, July 05, 2007

the grudge...

Sometimes we hold on to our anger. Sometimes it's because of something we envision as an injustice. Sometimes, though, it's not an injustice. Sometimes, unknown to us, our anger is unjustified, and our grudge, useless. Most times, in fact.

We let it boil inside. We fight for perceived justice, but sometimes we're blinded. When everyone else has forgotten what we were fighting for, nobody understands what we're saying, or why. When all the parties have moved on, lived on, or passed away, what is the point? Injustice, or justice, it doesn't matter anymore, it just doesn't, does it?

See that sign over there on the left? I see this sign on my way to work every day, and I don't understand it. Do you?

Note: One thing I probably should note about this sign, which I neglected to do earlier, is that it's been around longer than the current Chief of Police. Kirkpatrick took office in 2006 (I believe), but before then, the sign bore the name of the previous Chief of Police of Spokane (whose name eludes me at the moment). This sign is active, live, and maintained. It is obviously a fresh issue in this persons mind.

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