Wherein I explain how watching body cam/ interrogations of deranged and murderous criminals cause me to ponder the fine line of being grateful for who you are and what you have & the condescending sin of diminishing someone else’s effed up existence, no matter how effed up it seems.

It’s literally a question of Hawks, Doves & Pigeons with missing toes.

Who to help & why, & is helping even helping or is it harm in disguise?

That whole “comparison is the thief of joy” thing applies.

Dichotomies galore.

No refunds.