"Turn Off the TV!"

The Derek Chauvin trial - as I now properly and accurately call it - just entered its silly phase with so-called experts as witnesses for the defense explaining that George Floyd did not die at Chauvin's hands but rather died due to possible drug abuse, maybe exhaust from the car he was next to as Chauvin pressed his knee on Floyd's neck, or a whole bunch of other crazy possible causes that no one would take seriously.  And all this goes on as another police shooting in Minnesota, in the Minneapolis suburb of Brooklyn Center - the killing of Daunte Wright - was committed by a white female police officer who apparently can't tell the difference between a pistol and a Taser, which is sort of like being unable to tell the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Mini.

So once again, I'm nauseated by trigger-happy cops even as social justice becomes more out of reach in this country.  I turn on the news to hear some news about COVID - crossing my fingers that it will be hopeful (it usually isn't, except in the ironic sense) - and I see instead more police killings that appall everyone and more angry protests that resolve nothing.  The only good thing about all this is that it's helped me break my addiction to cable news.  I don't even miss watching Lawrence O'Donnell on MSNBC, a channel I stopped watching otherwise to minimize my exposure to Laurie Garrett.  (Unfortunately, Michael Osterholm an still be found on almost every news program.)  I'm pretty much down to watching the PBS NewsHour; otherwise, I'd rather be busy with something else. Because if I keep watching the news for more than an hour in the evening as a soul-sucking pandemic continues, I will go insane.

If I haven't already.