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R.I.P George-I'm sorry for what happened to you. Nobody deserves to die like you died... your face mashed against the asphalt knee grinding into the neck handcuffed to your death.. The "thing" that did this will be punished, if not in this lifetime, then in the next.. This is the universal law. I'm sorry that the meaning of your life is being eclipsed by vandals-looters-thugs -anarchist and the like. They've no respect for you or anybody else. The thug snatching a 50"inch television isn't there to honor your memory. Nor are the thugs turning over a car-or lobbing a brick or burning a church- For nine long minutes that "thing" leaned into your neck. You pleaded with him that you couldn't breathe. but "it" didn't listen. Karma will soon lean into "it" ...for eternity+ nine minute. I'm thinking about marching peacefully in your memory. but I'm an old white guy-not so brave or strong anymore. To be honest with you, I'm afraid my intentions will be mistaken. The throng will turn on me-lean into my neck. I don't want to go out like that, so I'll probably stay home. Praying for peace-behind colorless blinds.
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