Black life's matter (BLM) for short the ideology behind the movement has always been both simplistic,and complex at the same time. Depending on wich side of the Pickett line you stood on, each side had it's radicals each side had it's points, as for the Merritt of said points it again depended where you stood. None of this was new or uncommon after all this is America the right to boldly shout your opinion to anyone who will listen is practically a birth right, America is full of controversy always has been always will be, but I don't think any one expected what would happen next. Full on war, It started with riots these lasted for months then came the fires, the property destruction, the break-ins, and worst of all the deaths, those on both sides of the argument killing who ever they deemed decremental to their cause.
That was indeed a dark time I my self will never forget the image of the off duty cop who was murdered then tossed in the street like garbage beaten beyond recognition. Had it not been for the gold heart shaped locket necklace he always wore he may not have even been id'd Once the police proved ineffective at handling the up roar in very city and state across America, and when the bodies started to pile up and america started looking less like a nation and more like a active mine field.
The government finally took the gloves off so to speak the nation watched as the president declareed a state of emergency due to civil unrest. president trump called for a mandatory curfew,and allowed the national guard to police the streets in conjunction with local law inforcement in every state,and every city, for a while this got results, but again this is America, the land of the Free the home of the Brave, it wasn't long before people begun to question the presidents actions, and civil unrest began again, this time people formed militias,and began to fight to gain control of city's. After a group attacked the white house the president once again addressed the nation this time declaring martial law, and when that failed as well,the president did the unimaginable.
He waged nuclear war on the American people dropping nukes on every major city across America. Only government officials and military personnel got a heads up, was his choice the right one I don't know I agree that things got out of control that something needed to be done, but I also fell like he added fuel to an ever growing flame. We could sit here all day arguing the semantics,of how we got here, and what could have been done to prevent all this, hours spent going back, and forth, but the facts will never change we are where we are now, and you can't change the past. Today you have to ask your self do you want to sit around day dreaming wrapped up in the nostalgia of the way things used to be content with hopping ,and wishing for a better tomorrow, or do you want to stand up and take charge grab life by the horns and make tomorrow better, I think Langston Hughes said it best life is for the living, only the dead lie still.
Governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, that whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government. Now that's not just the ramblings of one men fed up, that's straight out of the constitution it is our right to take what's rightfully ours just as our fore father's did, and it doesn't matter who you are where you're from, or what you believe in we have to come together as one now, this fight is going to take all of us. Together we will reduce this sham of a government to rubble,and from the debris we will from a new government ARE YOU WITH ME!
The crowd let out a terrific battle cry as if the where trying to win the up coming battle on sprit alone they currently stood 150,000 strong new recruits arrived daily via word of mouth ,and after illegally broadcasting this message even more where sure to come.
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Peanuts and Crackerjack
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