The 390-day sh*tstorm

I suppose it shouldn’t be easy to escape it now that their are fewer than 100 days prior to the presidential election, especially after two weeks of unrelenting pitches for you-know-who and you-know-her that had all the charm of being held against your will by used-car salesmen.

I wonder if you are having as much trouble finding any little place for solitude. Where are the safe spaces for peace and quiet from both sides?

What really sucks? It’s not that the argument and debate has ramped up. No, this election is different in that the excuse-making and pardoning has spiked. I can’t even bring myself to find solace in saying that at least this subterfuge is bipartisan. 

In the case of him, know that today marks the 390th day of you-know-him’s candidacy (I counted). Your Facebook feed, tweets, television, tablets, laptops — everywhere — has been dominated by the guy for 390 horrible days.

In the case of her, I was in absolute awe of how many people concluded that you-know-her and the DNC e-mail scandals are much ado about nothing. You’re lying to yourselves because you hate her opponent. It most definitely is something.

It is something to have American intelligence available for the plundering. That’s a real f-cking problem.

It is something to have major political parties fill their emails with slurs on race, religious beliefs. Read “All the President’s  Men” if you think it’s OK for political parties to plant false stories about opponents. The Nixon White House was infamous for it.

It’s not that many of you are “with her.” You’re “against him,” which is fine. But I wish the people who are “against him” would stop acting as if getting into multiple scandals before even winning an election isn’t a red flag.

As for the litany of things you-know-who has proposed or said that I found off-the-wall, I’d list them but I don’t want to give myself carpal tunnel. Easier to sue the press? Possible bans of Muslims (yeah, since softened, I know)?

They’re both so bad that — in case you haven’t noticed yet — I have trouble typing their names lest my digestive system revolt.

In 390 days, I can say his candidacy has been every bit the watershed moment as you-know-hers. This election is different than any in modern times because I believe with absolute certainty massive swaths of the country would look the other way if Watergate broke today. 

That is the depth of the fissure in this country.

That’s how bad our two prime selections are. Common sense dictates that neither one of these bags of slime should be within a half-mile of the Oval Office. I would know about distances from the White House. The Secret Service set up that much of a perimeter from the place when I visited Washington D.C. for the Independence Day weekend.

As a side note, I never hated the current occupant of the White House. I understood the reasons why people voted for Barack Obama to be president. I didn’t, but I didn’t hate him or people who voted for him.

But this unrelenting social media sh-t storm has gone on for 390 days. 

Even Noah got a break after 40.

The week in L.A. sports (7/22/16-7/28/16)

The problem with these last two weeks is it has been all politics, all the time. It’s truly difficult to find other things to talk about.

Thank you, Major League Baseball.

So here goes. Let’s take a look at the Southland…

Dodgers: While the team has, in fact, climbed to within 2 1/2 games of the National League West lead after being down by at least seven, I don’t see much reason for optimism yet. First, this rally has been more to do with Giants ineptitude rather than Dodgers competence. San Francisco’s record since the end of the All-Star break has been 2-9, worst in the majors. Do you think San Francisco is going to remain the worst team in baseball for the rest of the year? I don’t.

Meanwhile, the Dodgers still have major problems in their rotation — with no timetable for Clayton Kershaw’s return — and their lineup — the outfield stinks.  The nonwaiver trade deadline is Monday afternoon. LA has been linked to at least three front-line starting pitchers (including a starting pitcher in the All-Star Game, Chris Sale), a handful of power hitters and today, a top-notch closer. The latter rumor is curious. There’s nothing wrong with Kenley Jansen.

The Dodgers are going to have to prove me wrong. I don’t accept any of it until it happens. The alleged smartest front office in baseball was in a similar situation last year and did nothing. It also struck out on free agency and trades last offseason. As previously reported, this franchise has six current and former general managers on the payroll and it strikes me that they are micromanaging the team into the ground.

Clippers: Yesterday, news broke the franchise was considering sites on the west side of town for its own arena. … Dude, maybe all this political crap has me too pessimistic but I just don’t see it happening. I think this is posturing for a better deal with Staples Center.

Here’s why: True, the Clippers would generate more income by concessions and parking in their own arena. True, it could possibly revitalize an area the same way L.A. Live sprung up around Staples Center. Triple true, they could recoup some of the money by selling off naming rights to the arena. Quadruple true, the Clippers would control their own scheduling as opposed to being a third wheel behind the Lakers and Kings.

But arenas in a metropolis can cost close to $1 billion now, such as Barclays Center in Brooklyn. Heck, even Amway Center in Orlando cost more than $400 million. You’re telling me that’s going to be paid off in hot dogs and parking vouchers?

Lakers: Let’s just ignore “trade rumors” for a few months, shall we? I mention this because the blogosphere is losing its grip again over Sacramento Kings center DeMarcus Cousins.

What we can talk about is that ESPN projects the Lakers to be the worst team in the NBA Western Conference again. Oh, better than the 17 wins from last year, it claims, but still an awful 25. Sigh… I actually think they’ll pass 30, but that still means they’d stink.

Rams: They did the right thing last night by clipping last year’s starting quarterback Nick Foles from the roster. I can’t imagine the guy being a mentor to top draft pick Jared Goff. Having said that, the team released its preseason depth chart. If the season started today, your starting quarterback is Case Keenum and the best thing I can say about him is he doesn’t suck.

Ever notice how the Dallas Cowboys get linked to every “name” that becomes a free agent? Not that Foles is a big name, but if I were the Cowboys I’d take a flier on the guy. Dallas can’t afford another lost season if Tony Romo gets hurt. And Foles cut his teeth in the NFC East.

Galaxy: Last week, the lads dropped two thunderbolts in the first 12 minutes of the game and held on to knock off the defending champion Timbers 2-1 in Portland. The team is starting to look like one focused on winning a sixth title, playing like it deserved the hype when it acquired Giovani Dos Santos and Steven Gerrard last year. And they play defense, to boot, which was sorely lacking last year.

Kings: Hey, you can’t expect a hockey team to make news in July. Still, if you’re an Angelino, I dare you to look at this and not smile a little.

What Socrates had right on race relations

Funny thing about our alleged enlightened society, we still disrespect the intellect our past generations.

I’m not talking about Reagan or Kennedy or Lincoln. I’m talking centuries ago, the Greeks. Sometimes we forget the purpose of a tablet is not just to download the newest software, but to research how people understood justice and curiosity. It’s frighteningly clear to me that we’ve skidded off track when it comes to being decent with each other.

In the case of white people — heck, in the case of everybody — we would be keen to remember the Socratic paradox in the Apology dialogue written by Plato. Socrates was being challenged on whether he was indeed the wisest man of that time. Without breaking down the argument in its entirety, he concluded that perhaps he was, because…

The only true wisdom is in knowing that you know nothing.

What does that mean with regards to modern race relations?

You may have a million black friends. You may be in an interracial relationship. You may have marched in protests. You could put a checkmark next to every criteria in that ever-growing “I’m a liberal social justice warrior” to-do list. But if you are white, you have no idea what it’s like to be black. None.

Same for Latino. You don’t know. Or Asian, Native American or LGBTQ, unless you are LGBTQ. Heck, I still don’t even know what the Q stands for.

I think there are too few people who understand this because we all admire our own alleged enlightenment. Racism is far from exclusive to the right-wing. I know this to be true from my days as a stand-up comic in Los Angeles, which is a cauldron of hyperliberalism. It also has enough racism to make people wonder if society has ever advanced beyond Jim Crow.

No names are being used in the following examples, but I knew a female comic who said on stage that it’s perfectly acceptable for her to use n-bombs because her black friends know she’s liberal on social issues, too. (It isn’t OK.) I also recall one night at a comedy club where five consecutive liberal white male comics took the mic and used their stage time to describe how they couldn’t wait to date their first black girlfriend because those girls had a nice big behinds that are great for sex.

The white males, by the way, had also claimed I was a racist because I voted Republican, but I digress.

I’m a divorcee. I married a black woman. I dated many black women. I’ve dated every ethnicity. Because of that, I’d like to notify men of a basic truth: If you date a woman because you hear a particular type of woman is sexually superior, your voting record doesn’t mean squat. You are a horrible human being.

Having grown up in a lower-middle-class racially diverse San Bernardino (which has since become completely destitute), I saw many women of all cultures. I dated black women not because of their behinds, but because they were simply pretty. Physically fit, happy, feminine and smart women are incredibly appealing.

Dating black women and having married a black lady exposes white people to the vibrancy of black culture. What it does not do, however, is give you an understanding of what it is to be black. Stop acting like it does. My interracial marriage showed me just how little I actually know about what it is to be black. All I can say about it with absolute certainty are two things:

1) No n-bombs. Not even around your black friends.

2) Never touch a black woman’s hair. Ever.

The rest is a mystery, but because I love my friends it is a mystery that I privately enjoy learning more about. I don’t have questions about race every day, but when I do, I can discuss it with black friends who know I’m not coming from a bad place. Race is a touchy topic, but in my experience most people will give a thoughtful answer to a respectfully asked question.

Admitting you don’t know something leads to outreach.

Acting as if you know something when you do not closes the door.

When political passion dies down, I plan on asking why some social media posts praise cop killers as martyrs. But I can wait to ask that question. After all, President Obama is addressing the nation tonight.

For anyone say they’ve mastered that which is racially sensitive is delusion. And many of my black liberal friends privately tell me that is the biggest issue they have with white liberals. I’ve been told white liberals have no idea how racist they really are.

We will always be fumbling around in the dark about the differences between cultures. I accept that.

If more could accept that, perhaps the era of instant condemnation, of overwhelming social media shaming, will subside and be replaced with a little more patient learning.

And then maybe, we’ll be back to learning about justice.

Just not for Socrates. That poor bastard was put to death for corrupting the youth. Go figure.

I’m still wrapping my brain around how Comic-Con got this big

San Diego, an embarrassment to the rest of the nation in terms of sports accomplishments, is still a Mecca for the cool kids. 

College where you can double major in alcoholism and nudity? Check.

Used as the backdrop for clever teen detective drama? Yup.

Really pricey beach areas for trust fund babies to judge you and your friends as the filth of society? Sure. But does that area also border bohemian joints for those spoiled brats to get stoned and blather about their struggle being real? Quadruple sure.

So why does San Diego host an annual nerd convention? Comic-Con just wrapped up its weekend celebrating pop culture — or more accurately, the type of pop culture that wasn’t really popular with the cool kids. You know. Comic books. Comic book movies. Comic book television.

Don’t misunderstand. I have a few comic books in a closet. To show you how proud I am of that, the comic books are hidden under the pornography. This means after I die, I would rather have my mom find “Throbbin’ Hood: Prince of Reams” than Grant Morrison’s “Superman Action Comics” reboot four or five years ago.

Yet, the “con” continues to spawn spinoff conventions across the nation, including at least three that I know of in Florida, where I live now. And I don’t understand why.

Not because I hate comic books, but there’s a reason they shouldn’t be this popular.

Most of them just aren’t that good. Or valuable. They’re just brief, disposable and forgetable flights of fancy.

And the TV shows, movies, etc., are often exploitative at best.

Many of the superhero shows on the CW network are so poorly conceived they make you pine for the good old days when it was night after night of whiny teenage dramas. “Arrow” may be the best of the bunch due to its top-notch fight sequences, but within the first two years of the show every major character — I lost count after 14 — and the entire U.S. government knew the hero’s secret identity. And yet dude still wears a costume, presumably because dark green best highlights six-pack abs.

“Arrow” also introduced us to some idiotic “sauna of immortality” where at least three characters who were killed off were brought back to life after getting dunked into its waters. Think of that recurring storyline as “The Dark Knight Rises” meets “Hot Tub Time Machine 2.”

“The Flash” stars a kid who used to be an extra on “Glee” who has as much leading man charm as a piece of lawn furniture and the build of a red Q-Tip. Hit the weights, stick figure. They also had something called “Legends of Tomorrow,” which stars Brandon Routh, who damn near killed off the Superman franchise when he got paid to do a half-assed impression of Christopher Reeve in “Superman Returns.”

Are you getting the idea that I think this superhero fad is a little played out? Like the reality television overload?

Don’t get me wrong: there should always be a market for heroism. Good triumphs over evil should often be our fallback when it comes to fiction writing. And I’m not saying that there shouldn’t be a Comic-Con.

I am saying that “nerd culture” is a bubble that needs to be popped like a zit.

Because it seems a little hypocritical when some kid gets judgmental over the guy wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey. Sports are for losers? Skippy, you’re just eating Twinkies in a different corner of the same leaky boat he is, spending way too much time and disposable income on something that isn’t real.

There’s a big wide world outside of the convention hall, people. Go explore it.

Unless the Irish turn it into a kegger, skip the DNC wake

I took a quick peek back at my blog posts over the last week and felt a little beam of pride. I wrote not one post on the Republican convention. I didn’t review any addresses, scold anyone from the dais or make any predictions. I let everyone else do it. Why add to the noise?

But I did watch it. A lot of it was eye-popping must-see political TV.

I have no desire to blog about the liberal shindig over in Philadelphia this week, either. Moreover, I don’t want to watch.

You may be quite passionate about Hillary Clinton. And to be honest, I have no desire to argue your choice because I don’t think someone is an idiot for how they vote. I love Democrats. I have them in my family.

However, I was looking over the list of prime-time speakers and most of them have made a larger, more profound impact than the headliner. It’s the equivalent of throwing a giant music festival with … I don’t know … Drake, Adele, Rhianna, Justin Timberlake, Taylor Swift and having Nickelback topping the bill.

Regardless of your opinions of their presidencies, having Bill Clinton and Barack Obama on the bill is a double-edged sword. Obama’s presidency is one of historical nature. It’s kind of like this: Republicans loved Ronald Reagan. They were OK with George H.W. Bush, but not sold. “Four more years of Reaganish policies,” wasn’t a winning pitch. Bush had to embrace and overcome skepticism.

And speaking of Obama, people like his wife and are charmed by their steady marriage. Hell, I’m charmed by their marriage. I think people like Michelle Obama more than they do Hillary.

Meanwhile, an entire decade was defined by Bill Clinton — good and bad.

That leaves… The guy who almost beat her in the primaries and just found out this weekend how the deeply the Democrat Party sabotaged him, and Chelsea Clinton. Good luck keeping the #BernFeelers toeing the line after WikiLeaks.

All of which means this week might not be a bold look to the future as much as it is a wake for the good ol’ days for the DNC. Only nothing beats an Irish wake and unless Biden brings the kegs…

I have no desire to say anything negative about Chelsea Clinton. She may be the only person on the dais without a political agenda. She may simply love her mom. Good for her.

But I just don’t want to watch the convention because it might be as excruciating as it was for Democrats to watch Trump. I watched my Facebook feed last week with utter disbelief. Not because I thought every liberal friend was lying about you-know-who.  I just sat there amazed that everybody had such a masochistic fetish as to watch four nights of something they hate. Some people despised “Batman V Superman.” Then why would you watch it on a loop for four days?

It’s highly unlikely anyone other than Bernie Sanders would think of trashing Hillary Clinton, and he would have to go off-script to do that because this every syllable uttered this week is going to be poll-tested for maximum effectiveness.

Thus, the theme this week is going to be glossy entitlement for somebody many people simply don’t like. Like Nickelback.

Unless violent protests erupt outside. Then I’ll watch.

I think I’ll pop “Man of Steel” in my Blu-Ray player.

These things bear repeating

I’d like to tell you about something called the “widowmaker,” which almost killed somebody very close to me this week. (I’m withholding the ID out of respect.)

It’s funny. For all of its brainpower, medical science is typically incapable of creating unique, memorable names. Many ailments are thrown into a grab bag called “the silent killer.” Diabetes is the silent killer. High blood pressure is a silent killer. Ovarian cancer is the silent killer. Carbon monoxide.

Damage to the left anterior descending artery of the heart, though, doctors got right when they dubbed it “the widowmaker.”

The LAD artery supplies the exterior of the heart with blood so that it can continue functioning. If it gets blocked, and it often does as men age, it can lead to so much pressure that other parts of your circulatory system swell up and burst.

Think of a garden hose that has been blocked off. The swelling in an older hose doesn’t happen at the blockage. It usually happens further back.

In this case, the person I know had an abdominal aortic aneurysm, a massive swelling caused by a blockage in the LAD. The aorta is supposed to be something like 3.5 centimeters. This one was eight.

For those who have never taken anatomy, the aorta carries freshly oxygenated blood out of the heart to the body. It’s flying out of the engine of your heart at breakneck speed. If this person’s aorta had burst, he would have been gone before I reached the airport to fly to see him.

Simply put, this is another message to get annual checkups as you age. Many say the struggle is real. I buy that. But so is the implosion of your insides if something goes pop because of the widowmaker.

I realize that’s not the happy weekend post you’d like to see, but it beats another crappy political meme on your Facebook feed. Don’t you think?

If I ran Fox News

Maybe it’s just the old reporter in me, but the dismissal of Roger Ailes as the grand poobah of the Fox News Channel over allegations of sexual harassment impacts me more than either political party soirée this month. 

If I tried to give you a recap of you-know-who’s address to the nation from Cleveland last night, it would simply be another chord in a cacophony of noise. Such is the state of American political punditry — well-dressed people behaving as a mob with a machete in one hand and a thesaurus in the other. This is a slight clue to what I would do with FNC, but more on that later.

FNC sheds Ailes and his enormous jowl with its ratings on top of the cable news industry, but how much is that worth? When I want news, I punch in my favorite websites like most Americans. Stream a little bit. For breaking news, I’m not sure if FNC leads. CNN used to be the brand name whenever a major disaster or strife impacted the world. Who can forget Bernard Shaw broadcasting from Baghdad during the first Iraq War?

Anyway, maybe FNC — which, cough cough,  “leans right” — passed CNN on the world’s stage. No idea. It’s affiliated with Sky News in Europe. I have no idea how the newsrooms compare.

But what I do know is Ailes saw an audience that wasn’t being served — a conservative one — and filled accordingly. News outlets are famous for saying they take great pains to be neutral. Having worked in news, I took great effort to be neutral. Many Americans simply didn’t buy it and they’re right to be skeptical. 

So Ailes crafted a lineup that over the years became increasing conservative, and frankly the female correspondents were known more for sex appeal. You think anyone on the Internet is searching for pics of CNN’s Christiane Amanpour in a purple teddy? They’re not, but you can sure find Fox’s Kimberly Guilfoyle in a bikini without any trouble. Point being Amanpour is a talented reporter, and that matters a lot more to me than cup size.

Full disclosure: I am a conservative. I like it when liberals are taken to task. But you also have to brace for bad news because human behavior can undercut the most steadfast political beliefs. In other words, power corrupts the people you vote for.

Also, I’m not stupid. Fox isn’t “fair and balanced,” as its motto claims. It’s simply a right-wing counterweight to CNN and MSNBC. But that’s not good enough for us. An inept government is still fabulously successful at manipulating bad journalism. Bad journalism on the left leads to that awful nuke deal with Iran. Bad journalism on the right leads to the second Iraq War.

So changes would have to come to actually balances things out a bit. Nothing too massive, but enough of a shift that would piss off some of the hosts. Too bad.

The following people are untouchable, in my opinion: Bill O’Reilly, Neil Cavuto, Juan Williams, Shepard Smith and every female talent. And every liberal, for now.

Sean Hannity stays, but the show “Hannity” goes. That gets replaced by “Hannity & (insert liberal co-host here).” If Hannity doesn’t like it, the door is to the left. Alan Colmes had good chemistry with Hannity and that show had balance.

“The Five” stays but Eric Bolling gets cut in favor of liberal Bob Beckel, or any liberal who gets along with the other four. Four conservatives ganging up on one liberal doesn’t seem particularly fair.

“The O’Reilly Factor,” “Special Report” and Greta van Susteren’s shows all go untouched. When a host goes on vacation, a woman anchor takes over. Maybe two hosts to provide balance.

Everything else, everything, gets reinvested into the newsroom. I want stories and content. I want a flood of it. I want to limit punditry and increase data. Over time, every so-called “Fox News Contributor” gets evaluated. If all they contribute are opinions, they’re gone, unless they have inside connections such as a Newt Gingrich.

To some, it surely wouldn’t be enough. Everybody has personalities they love to hate, but drastic changes would lead to a ratings plunge. The idea is to slowly pull back on hard-core conservative punditry which is every bit as valid as the nightly MSNBC shrillfest.

It would also help the website add a ton of actual content, though, which might be the major hub for all of our news in less than a decade.

Too smart for the room; the fundamental flaw with the Dodgers

Typically on Thursdays, I like to give a roundup of all the Los Angeles pro sports teams to spark chit-chat with my pals back home. After yesterday, though, I can’t contain my disgust with the Dodgers to a tweet.

Yesterday, we learned that starting pitcher Alex Wood needed surgery and was likely done for the season. About an hour later, even worse news: three-time Cy Young award winner Clayton Kershaw might also need back surgery and if so, is likely done for the year.

If that comes to pass, it is likely the Dodgers themselves are done for the year.

Because don’t let the hype surrounding the alleged “smartest front office in the history of sports” fool you. The rest of the Dodgers are a hapless team. Since much of this team was assembled by a group I have little appreciation for, it is my hope that the owners of the team — who shelled out $2 billion for the franchise in the first place — realize their mistake and cut bait with almost all of the six general managers currently on the payroll.

Let that sink in: the Dodgers have six current and former general managers on the payroll. Your team should only have one with an assistant. Consider your own job. How would you function with six managers and their spreadsheets standing over you with their suggestions on how to increase output?

Is this not a recipe for micromanagement?

As such, it’s become apparent to me that the Dodgers front office, for all of their alleged brain power, are simply too smart for their own good. It’s all theory, no action. It’s trying to talk quantum physics in a game played by cavemen.

It’s all in the abstract, when the reality is the franchise the team hasn’t been to the World Series in 28 years.

This is not an argument in favor of “old school baseball.” There are benefits to what people call analytics. I read “Moneyball” and appreciated it. It can help a cash-strapped team become competitive. Only problem is, the Dodgers are not cash-strapped. When you have money — and with a multi-billion dollar television deal and almost 4 million fans filling the stands every year, they have money — you don’t need to make deals on the cheap.

And yet, president of baseball operations Andrew Friedman, general manager Farhan Zaidi and Vice President of baseball operations Josh Byrnes did. Because Friedman comes from Tampa Bay, Zaidi from Oakland and Byrnes from San Diego, all franchises with histories of miserly transactions. And I might add, lengthier histories of losing.

To save money, the smart guys let two-time Cy Young award winner Zack Greinke leave the team with the idea of patching together a rotation from cheaper alternatives. They are the ones who chose to pass on other elite free agent starting pitchers such as David Price and Johnny Cueto, the latter signing with the rival Giants, who currently lead the division. Instead, the Dodgers signed starting pitchers Brandon Beachy, Brett Anderson and Brandon McCarthy. The catch of investing in these cheaper alternatives is they had a lengthy history of injuries.

Surprise, they all spent a lot of time on the disabled list.

They also traded for Wood, who has a painful-to-watch windup that looks like he’s trying to amputate his own throwing arm. He finally succeeded.

The Dodgers are 14-2 in games that Kershaw starts and below .500 in games where he does not. 

Only now Kershaw is gone. Perhaps for the year.

Friedman, by the way, is getting paid. He signed a record $35 million contract and has a potential below .500 record to show for this pointless meddling. 

It’s becoming painfully obvious you can’t teach a cheapskate GM how to act when he finally has a payroll to use. These three pauper GMs, it seems to me, are so bogged down with impressing each other over the most cost-efficient deal that they simply won’t make a championship-winning deal. 

It’s a lesson the franchise should have already learned. The Dodgers tried the “smart guy/value over talent” approach before, heavy on the analytics and not on star power. Paul DePodesta’s creation led to the Dodgers losing 91 games in 2005.

The Major League Baseball trading deadline is Aug. 1. Rumors are swirling of big deals for the Dodgers. I’ll believe it when I see it. The gut feeling is the only way the Dodgers act like the big market team they are is if Magic Johnson storms into Friedman’s office and slaps him silly.

Because the team can’t hit or pitch.

The team doesn’t need any more mental masturbation. The Dodgers need men of action.

Because sports are games of action. And champions are the ones who act.

Can’t figure out a hashtag for this one

At the gym I go to, it’s encouraged to post to social media about what a great time you’re having injuring yourself. You know — #motivationMonday, #fitnessFriday. Just make sure it’s not #InvasionOfPrivacyWeekend.

To be frank, I’m a little downtrodden, but there are no alliterations for days of the week and crushing disappointment.

The search for a new agent continues. I got smacked down via form letter/e-mail yesterday afternoon.

There are bigger tragedies in life. I get that. Thing is, I was hoping for a little relief of some sort yesterday on social media and there was no chance of that. Not with how many of my friends online are extreme Democrat Party cheerleaders and with the Republican National Convention kicking off yesterday. Monday was a tsunami of hate speech from both sides.

Even worse than simple hate speech. It was all so predictable. You hate all things Hillary or all things Trump. You’ve told me every single day for more than a year.

As tempting as it is to bring up the convention — what worked and what fell flat — I just don’t want to make this blog political in nature. I want people to vote their conscience. I don’t choose friends based on their voting record.

And here’s a side question for the people who never answer at StatCounter: How the hell did my blog, which was allegedly at a B grade yesterday, drop to one heartbeat above total failure today? Was it because I didn’t approve the “free animal sex pics” comments?

It’s just no fun going to sleep knowing that the journey to the bookshelves of Barnes & Noble got significantly longer than it was the day before. It’s even worse when you realize your only route for escapism this week will come via the filmmaking of Zack Snyder.

Screw it. I’m sure I’ll be bouncing off the walls with joy tomorrow.

So attacking random cops accomplishes what, exactly?

This is one of those choose-my-words carefully moments, because I don’t know specifically who to blame yet.

Why choose words with care? Because it really does appear to be open season on cops, and it’s over the line.

Violence against the police is not an understandable reaction. It’s the reaction of fools. There have been 15 officer deaths in the line of duty this month, and for good measure my brother-in-law was hospitalized last weekend when a perp attacked him.

Certainly, I should blame the perp. 

Still, if you think that injuring/killing cops a good thing, you are a big part of the problem, too.

I don’t have much information on what happened. There is no way in hell I’m going to make my brother-in-law a target of an anti-cop nut job by telling you his name, city or how he was injured. But my brother-in-law will pull through.

To be clear, I am not blaming the Black Lives Matter movement. It’s not fair for me to blame Black Lives Matter when I don’t even know the race of the assailant. My sister back home didn’t tell me. I didn’t ask, either. She has bigger problems to handle now than being interviewed for a blog.

But I did wake up this morning to learn a “Black lives matter” note was left next to a police car that was set on fire in Brevard County, Fla. We already know about cops murdered in Dallas, Baton Rouge, etc. We’ve seen protests in the streets chanting for dead cops.

We also know there is a cottage industry of Internet gadflies alleging police brutality when the cop was well within his/her right to defend their safety. There are posts I’ve seen on Facebook, sometimes with surveillance footage of a cop subduing a suspect. There are two I remember in particular: In the first, some drunk girl in a hospital kicks a cop and gets tackled. The second, a girl stands between her intoxicated boyfriend — who was accused of a crime — and a cop. She gets pushed aside so the cops can make an arrest.

The comments were obvious: “F-cking pigs,” being the most common.

These ill-conceived inflammatory posts avoid addressing a fundamental problem. If cops don’t match physical violence with physical violence, they will get hurt. Like my brother-in-law.

I’m not OK with cops being hurt. I will never be OK with random people getting injured.

I understand wanting justice against the police who do beak the law. Of course, you want justice against people who break the law. Hell, I can even understand wanting revenge against police officers who execute suspects. I can understand why people overreact because when the police break the law, it sends a shockwave through society.

Only approving of random cops getting attacked is not Justice. It’s even less than revenge because that cop didn’t do a damned thing to harm you in the first place.

My brother-in-law wasn’t a rogue cop. He was in his first year on the job. There’s no way he had a litany of complaints from anyone in the community because the community didn’t know him yet.

He was looking to help the area he served.

It is tempting to be snarky and start hashtagging about blue lives or all lives. But hashtags are as effective as bumper stickers and memes. They exist without solving a damned thing. They also exist to taunt. I don’t want to taunt Black Lives Matter because it’s a legitimate political point.

Black lives matter. I agree.

But you know what matters more? Family.

If you approve or rationalize why an officer deserved to get injured or killed on the job, then in my eyes you’re OK with my family getting injured.

And there’s no way I’m going to respect you for it.