It’s illogical to be expected to assume the position, (how many of us can still bend over and grab our ankles?), that “black” or “all” or some other designated, put upon demographic matters.  And yet, in the aftermath of public tragedy and unimaginable atrocity, reactionary alignment, validating our differences, is the go-to, emotional response.  Ironically, in the very black or white of my Psychlothymic brain, it is crystal clear, (really, everybody can’t see this?), that gray matter matters.

Facts matter.  History matters.  Honesty, integrity and decency matter.  Yet, the part of us that hubristically places us above all other species seems preoccupied by everything but.  We have created religions and governments and Elk’s clubs with mythical back stories, arbitrary constitutions and secret handshakes to ease the burden of rational thinking.  It should not be a badge of revelatory pride to remain, as at least one presumptive, orange candidate’s fact-checking would indicate, at arm’s length from reality or truth or literature.  Sure, Pokemon-Go is the coolest thing ever, and we should get right back to the game as soon as we’re smart enough to take care of any of the 12,483,716,335 other issues that are actually threatening our existence.  Duh.