Monday, November 28, 2016

Fuck the police: Chapter 3

It's been nearly a year since I've done any real activism. 9 or 10 months since my last video, an 1 week less a year I have lived in Vancouver.
I have lost friends. Many I called friends, but were truly never there for me in the first place, so I really don't give a shit. Now that I don't participate, my life is much quieter. I can sit back, and post online to my hearts content, without having to fear cops busting down the door for some bullshit trumped up reason. I can walk home, without having to fear porkrott(#109322) and friends following me, harassing me for no other reason than to get a rise out of me.
I give it to them, because fuck them. They want to play games with peoples lives? What gives them the right? A part of me died in london. A good part. A noble part. Shattered, not only by the noises of barnyard animals, but the silence as well. Some made themselves known, and I remember each and every one of you. I can almost fill both hands.
I have always tried to ephasize that I was not the only one. And don't come on here, all self righteous like, and comment, "well you should have known better". I should have known that they were going to target my partner? Fuck you. The only reason they targetted her, was because they couldn't get to me. Except through her. So trump up bullshit on her, and fuck up her life, to get to mine.
Fuck the police.
Thatt's how the pigs in london operated. They spent a year trying to get me, and eventually resorted to physical violence on the street. The nights of constant worry the pigs were gonna come slamming on my door, just to inflict violence on my family, for the sole reason that they're all bastards, well, poor wittle piggies hurt by words, then they should probably stop being piggies...
"Revenge is a dish best served fucking frozen"
Ancient Sith Proverb