This week, we're talking about what feels like the same subject every few months: Another black body being sent to the morgue by the police leaving more questions than answers. This time the victim is Daunte Wright and this time the cop is Kim Potter. This time, we'll get mad, we'll protest, we ask "What do we want?" and the answer will be "Justice" and then we'll ask "When do we want it"...But at what point does this get old? We just ended up venting on this one because we (like probably every other black person in America) are tired as hell of talking, thinking and even knowing about this.