Just Another good Bad memory
I don't know why I keep going back to the Sterling protest, maybe it's my drive for attention or just to see how many people I recognize that actually show up while I'm paying my respects but either way, I finally managed to get a piece of my message out.
Part of me wants to appreciate it but I can't because I literally had taken back to back L's (that's black-talk for "accepting defeat/failure"...the "L" is short for "loss").
Okay, first off, I went there and talked to Polo Sandoval after talking to one of his camera guys (at least I think he was a camera guy, either way his name was Matt, I think). Me and Matt(?) had altering opinions but at least he was nice about it. Polo was pretty chill too, even replied to me on Twitter telling me that my spanish was good (I tried to talk to him in Spanish, I think I'm ready to just move to a country in South America now).
Good start, right?
Then things get gripped (my way of saying "things get worse) during the long version of the on-screen interview I'm doing that you saw earlier. I make mention that I'm not picking any sides and at this point it's illogical (I actually say "if anyone hates anyone at this point, they're stupid") and the hag behind me decides to scamper to the rest of the protesters and make it seem like I said, "if you don't like cops, you're stupid".
Now what makes me mad about this is while she's saying this, I'm under the CNN tent where I spoke to Matt earlier and one of the other crew members just sorta growled to me "are you a part of our group? why are you here? go on, already". You know, kinda like that one guy that takes his job a little too seriously as if he's actually doing something (he wasn't and I got a weird vibe from him the whole time I was there, I don't wanna say racist but he just gave me the stink eye the entire time I was at the Triple S).
Rather than tell him that he could get replaced by a better tripod if CNN chooses it, I just left like he demanded. If there's one thing I've learned from living in Louisiana is never to piss off a fat bearded douche with a superiority complex.
But now, I had to confront the group of people who now believe I called them stupid for hating cops (because apparently, I'd know that). The one thing I hate about this kind of confrontation is that even though I didn't say it, the most illogical ones pretty much make it impossible for me to plead my case. I can't say three words without them screaming at me about what they think I said. It got so bad, a few of them wanted to beat me up for agreeing to something that that retarded hag said. I'm still mad about that, that happened hours ago.
Granted, a few people let me speak and everything subsided before I got a swift taste of mob justice but I'm still mad because what they do to me is the same stuff that they claim the cops do to them. Control the situation so that they can justify the excuse of attacking someone they see beneath them. So I'm laying here in this bed right now wondering why is it okay when people do that to each other?
I mean, I finally got to get a piece of what I'm saying on TV after possibly getting shafted by Discovery Channel (where I got interrupted by some nutjob conspiracy theorist that couldn't say anything past "the alleeeeeegiate hand" and "crushed" and "they say he got a gun", repeatedly while I'm trying to talk), that Canadian Station and that other one in Lake Charles but this is gonna be one of those things that bug me for a while. I mean, I literally couldn't do anything but play ball and all it did was get me messed with freakin' back to back.
Even though it's not guaranteed, here's to a better tomorrow, I fuckin' guess.
Love and Peace...