So let me get this straight… You come home from a long shift. You’re tired. You aren’t paying very much attention. You walk up to what you think is your door and it opens (for some reason). You walk inside and see… not your furniture. Not your paint. Not your rug. And… not you… standing there wondering what is going on.
Okay, I guess I can see that. Apologize a lot and go home… right?
Now let me ask you, how in the hell do you go from that idiotic space cadet mistake to concluding: A large black man has redecorated my apartment and moved in! That son of a gun, I’ll shoot him dead for this! How does THAT happen?
Answer: It doesn’t. There is a hell of a lot more to this story. I am a big supporter of police in a lot of controversial situations, but this dog won’t hunt. They need to charge this cop with murder. First degree. Release her name and picture and treat her like the criminal suspect she is.
Sic Semper Tyrannis