The Virus, Days 404–410, Dimondale, Michigan. “Is my perp dead?”

We have a big problem in America; cops that don’t care to know the difference between life, death, and all the places where injustice lies in between. I offer this to them all today in hopes that they do a better job with the supreme responsibility they have in holding that “thin blue line.”

It is becoming a line that turns redder and redder every day, soaked in the blood of the yet-to-be-proven guilty. We are a country of laws today but mob rule will be the only rule if cops don’t get their shit together and soon. We, The People, will not allow them to continue to act as judge, jury, and executioners on our streets. Their bloated sense of “fraternity,” immunity, and white power justice is coming to an end whether they like it or not.

They can wake up or find themselves on the wrong side of the law, laws found in the courts, or on the same streets where they continue to dole out more suffering and death.

They need to stop killing us all now. Justice will be served either way.

We, The People are watching. The larger court of public opinion will no longer tolerate this bullshit finally. That makes me happier than anything today.

Clap. Don’t clap. Either way, I am not leaving. Someone has to say this shit.