A Message for the Federal, State, and Local Police
We can't let it go on. We can't let them destroy this country. Fuck that shit, and fuck you for loving them. You just sit back and watch me? Well fuck you. Fuck you for selling us out. Fuck you for not doing your job, and forcing me to take up the slack. Fuck you for wasting your time watching me and not spending your time doing your job: putting the tyrants who are looting this country behind bars. Fuck, you fucking cowards. You think you're so much better than me because you have a gun? Fuck you. You think your badge makes you special? You think you're immune to the shit you're doing to me?
When you're done rounding up all of us, what do you think they will do with you? A bullet to the head is a lot cheaper than whatever reward they promised you. You think once they get all of us rounded up and "taken care of," that everything will be good? You think its me that is threatening this country by questioning the people who are throwing away everything that made it such a great, special place to live?
Fuck you. Fuck you for selling out our people. Fuck you for selling out our families. Fuck you for selling out our country. And fuck you for being a self righteous little shit without the backbone to stand up and honor your oath to defend this country from domestic enemies.
Your oath was to the constitution, but the moment you listened to my phone call, the moment you put me in detention without my rights, the moment you even conceived in your filthy little head that it is somehow ok to shit on the Constitution that binds us together and guides us to lives of morality and justice, in that moment you didn't just sell us, you sold yourself. You went from being a public servant to being just another whore, just another hired thug in a long line of hired thugs. The money you draw to watch me, to imprison me, to unleash your rubber bullets and your teargas and your tazers and your hollow point rounds and your double-ought buckshot and your 5.56 millimeter high powered rounds – that is blood money. Not my blood. Not the blood of my brethren. The blood on your hands is your own. You and your family will pay the ultimate price, not at my hands, but at the hands of the men and women standing next to you. Once I am gone, once you've dissapeared the last of us, do you think it will all just suddenly stop?
Are you ready to pull out your service pistol, put it to your child's head, and pull the trigger?
Are you ready to beat your mother in the street?
Are you ready to watch your wife dragged away in the middle of the night because she annoyed the wrong person at church?
Are you ready to watch your husband and everyone else you love taken away from you for supporting the wrong ideas, the wrong candidates, the wrong policies?
You are the ones with the power. You are the ones with the guns. We have entrusted you to serve no man, no woman, but to only serve the law. You chose to take up that burden. Will you stand proudly and wear it on your shoulders, or will you let the tyrants crush us all under its weight?
When you're done rounding up all of us, what do you think they will do with you? A bullet to the head is a lot cheaper than whatever reward they promised you. You think once they get all of us rounded up and "taken care of," that everything will be good? You think its me that is threatening this country by questioning the people who are throwing away everything that made it such a great, special place to live?
Fuck you. Fuck you for selling out our people. Fuck you for selling out our families. Fuck you for selling out our country. And fuck you for being a self righteous little shit without the backbone to stand up and honor your oath to defend this country from domestic enemies.
Your oath was to the constitution, but the moment you listened to my phone call, the moment you put me in detention without my rights, the moment you even conceived in your filthy little head that it is somehow ok to shit on the Constitution that binds us together and guides us to lives of morality and justice, in that moment you didn't just sell us, you sold yourself. You went from being a public servant to being just another whore, just another hired thug in a long line of hired thugs. The money you draw to watch me, to imprison me, to unleash your rubber bullets and your teargas and your tazers and your hollow point rounds and your double-ought buckshot and your 5.56 millimeter high powered rounds – that is blood money. Not my blood. Not the blood of my brethren. The blood on your hands is your own. You and your family will pay the ultimate price, not at my hands, but at the hands of the men and women standing next to you. Once I am gone, once you've dissapeared the last of us, do you think it will all just suddenly stop?
Are you ready to pull out your service pistol, put it to your child's head, and pull the trigger?
Are you ready to beat your mother in the street?
Are you ready to watch your wife dragged away in the middle of the night because she annoyed the wrong person at church?
Are you ready to watch your husband and everyone else you love taken away from you for supporting the wrong ideas, the wrong candidates, the wrong policies?
You are the ones with the power. You are the ones with the guns. We have entrusted you to serve no man, no woman, but to only serve the law. You chose to take up that burden. Will you stand proudly and wear it on your shoulders, or will you let the tyrants crush us all under its weight?
posted by WalkingShark at 9:13 PM
1 Comments:
I think you'd be saddened to learn how many of those whom you address think they're doing "the right thing" by following King George.
JFP
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