These are not protesters, this is filth, scum.
They make no effort to send a clear message other than they are half-wits and only wish to destroy or steal for their own gain.
Shoot the useless bastards. Declare open season on looters and arsonists and kill them outright right where they stand. The point they make to me is they don't care about anyone or anything but themselves. But hey... kill them. They will be dressed in the nicest stolen looted items they could lay their filthy dick-beaters on, price tags still blowing in the breeze like some trophy of accomplishment.
It isn't about race, it isn't about injustice, it isn't about this plague, or unemployment, or lack of businesses. It is no longer about the miserable state of Law Enforcement in this Country or even rallying against a government they may feel let them down.
This is about greed, stupidity, useless lazy wastes of air out to get whatever they can for themselves because they lack the dignity, respect, and moral standards to do the best they can to earn these things... to save what you can until you can afford what you want, or even having the self respect to realize that anyone with any standards or decency see this garbage for what it is... a blight, a pestilence on society that should be eradicated with extreme prejudice.
This filth has no specific race, color, religion, or gender... no sexual preference no nothing but their own gain at the cost of others.
Come... force your way into my home. I just hope you are ready to die for what you think you can take from me. I am willing to die defending it, and that is what it will take.
I am willing...
Are you, filth?
...A good statement, Brother. (Hugs Rags)
...I mean, life is all about working and learning...and that takes an effort, and self discipline. I have a lot of things, right now, but they weren't just handed to me.
I took a bus, and then hauled golf clubs all over the Country Club when I was in HS, following the golfer, and sometimes giving advice, ("Aim to the left, you will have a better approach shot to the green", on a dogleg) to earn money so that I could buy a nice cello. I would often go into the back room when things were slow, and help the Caddymaster wash the Members clubs, I just didn't like sitting, and waiting for a call. (He was careful about what he let me do when I first entered, I was watched closely, and I learned how to properly wash an expensive wood. Irons were easy, you just stuck them into a batch of hot water, and then scrubbed them clean.) Later, I spent late hours in the County Law Library, alone, to study Law and earn my JD. When I was working, I spent long hours helping my clients...and would often discount my bill. I would get enraptured reading about the issues, and would read more, to educate myself. I didn't charge them for that.
...I am going to get my guns out of the storage unit, but I won't let my elderly Mother see me do that. I briefly discussed doing that with Her, and she got upset. She was born in Texas, and her Aunts told her that "The DEVIL is in every gun." That may be true...
...But, if I hear our front door being pounded down...I WILL let the DEVIL help me try to SHOOT the thugs...
