Twelve Angry Black Men

I spend a lot of time thinking about ways to fix things I percieve as being broken in the world. Time thinking about helping people, or getting people to love one another, or at least talk to one another, and listen. Listening happens so rarely anymore. Invariably there are days when the torrent of unrelenting dissenting voices win, and on those days I feel like telling them all to fuck off. The feeling had somewhat abated by the time I reached the keyboard, so I figured I would let Mr. Norton have the honors.