Agreed. Coming up with a solution that keeps 1) young folks out of jail & alive especially if trigger happy cops show up & 2) parents from fines & jail time is more important.😎
The issue is not about whether this generation is worse than the preceding ones or about finger pointing. That's all a waste of time. It concerns what to do about what is currently happening. Problem solving gets lost in the shuffle of idle reminiscing. Maybe fines and jail sentences will have an effect. Or perhaps these roving hordes of young folks will get scared straight, after a body count builds up at the hands of trigger happy cops... Such is life.
A few days ago, a rocket ship blew up on the launch pad during testing. The blast was seen & heard for miles. No need for evidence or proof or approval from Officialdom.😎
The Truth is ....you are waiting on Officialdom to give their approval. I get that....some of us just want to toe the office line - it feels safe and seems to give comfort. To each his own.....The truth is the truth Some of The real evidence is sequestered away by those who hoard it for themselves and sell you a cover story. Some are actively being discredited.... Similar events have occurred already.....
URL https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/The-Ride-Of-Your-Life-1339286160 CONTENT TITLE: THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE Venger trapped the Heroes in the Maze of Doors. The doors forced the Heroes to disperse and Diana, the Acrobat, was eaten into a desert land. This was three days ago. Now after wandering in the desert, seemingly alone, she comes face to face with a sparkling horse, absent a shadow. She approached it and the horse spoke. It called itself, Majikili . It said it had been eaten by a door many years ago and brought to this desert. It continued to explain. Said it traveled many miles for a very long time. Diana pondered how to escape when a horse had gone farther already and found no exit. She pondered and pondered and realized maybe the exit wasn't a location but a state of being. So, she talked with the Majikili , and it told her where it came from, treasures and lands she never knew existed. But Diana never asked to ride Majikili and MAjikili never offered. But when a sandstorm was approaching them from a clear distance. MAjikili offered to allow Diana to ride him and when he did, a path led away from the sandstorm to a hall inside the Maze of Doors. And Diana plus Majikili were overjoyed. Now back in the maze, with Majikili's speed and Diana's staff they fended off the few doors they met or evaded large groups of doors, till Diana reached the other Heroes, each who had gained a friend from a world through a door. from Richard Murray @HDdeviant for ? Note: muuaji wa kivuli- killer of shadows For the WATN Heroes of Dungeons and Dragons of @CRLiterature ? Audio Series https://www.kobo.com/us/en/series/richard-murray-tip-jar-audios Ebook Series https://www.kobo.com/series/richard-murray-short-story-collection Gallery of writing https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/gallery/81311721/my-tales-or-poetry CRliterature content https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/gallery/97552463/crliterature-content Tip Jar https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/tier/Tip-Jar-to-HDdeviant-902770076 #watn #dandd #diana #acrobat #hddeviant #crliterature #richardmurray #richardmurrayhumblr
URL https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/A-TRUTH-IN-THE-SEA-1339272554 CONTENT TITLE: A TRUTH IN THE SEA SUBTITLE: A Marcus Preacher tale AUTHOR: Richard Murray @HDdeviant STORY: Summer is the time of ice cream, roller skating, or fun at the beach. Everyone is looking to avoid baking in the heat, seeing disturbing illusions, succumbing to the frying frustrations. Thus, a child dead at the beach is an uninvited thing, but not unnatural. Adults can get killed by tide, and children since ancient times have always gone where they were told they shouldn't. So, I didn't drive to the hospital expecting a lead like at a cookout. I honestly wanted a reason to get the wind across my face for an extended time in a dry, smelting day. But what I got was a recipe for deadly delusion. Fanning myself, I entered the hospital and per a friend, who kindly informed me that Freddie Salazar saw the body already, saw the body. Her name was Fatima Branch, fourteen years old, champion swimmer at Harriet Tubman middle school. Now still in the eternal waters of death. My friend told me what they only told law enforcement, the young Branch didn't drown by being forced under. She had no marks across her body, she had no liquid elements to induce, or signs of inhalations to promote. By all accounts Fatima Branch kept herself under water. But why? I acquired the name of the parents to the deceased and the school young Fatima attended and after a phone book search called some potentials. Finally, I reached Veona Branch who was quick to hang up but informed me she had already talked to the police. Wanting to cool off more, I drove to the old slaughterhouse district, now a residence for municipal workers to churn out their lives with their families. P.S. 352 is like any urban school, whose neighborhood changed, it once had a choir, a mock trial team, a set of statewide science fair winners. But the trophies for modernity are bare, except for the swim team, and I could see the legend that was Fatima Branch. The security guard informed me that Harry Wecum is teaching some kids how to swim in the school pool. I traversed the halls of book reports, grading lists, photographs of children playing to reach coach Wecum. He was helping a child with their form when I approached. He told me Fatima was a good student, without turning. The harassment in the heat made him sensitive to questioners. I asked him more about her. Did she have any bullies? Was she a loner? How was her home life? Did she have any secrets you learned as a coach? he said no to all with the inner melancholy of a tell all book. I offered to see him again and he said to be at Jim's Pizza Parlor in an hour. I took that hour to knock on the Branch's. A male voice replied to go away. I pleaded I didn't think Fatima was crazy or bad and wanted to tell the positives in her life. The door opened and Mr. Branch spoke sharply, his posturing a clear message I wasn't getting in. "She loved to swim, she was loved, a prodigy, that will be on her gravestone" And Mr. Branch closed the door while I protested and pleaded. And off I went to wait at Jim's. I asked the pizzaman if he knew Fatima. He said she never came in. The pizza smelled good but the heat in the parlor was effervescent. Finally, coach Wecum came in. The coach ordered a slice. I asked him, did he and Fatima go here often? He said yes. And then I asked him, is there something he can tell me about Fatima that can shed light on her murder? He said she wasn't bullied, had a good set of friends, whom he named, from what he could tell her parents were very proud of her swimming ability. She did seem worried in the weeks before her death, but he didn't know why. I asked him about a pendant her father wore, seemed like a golden mermaid to me. He said he wasn't sure. He asked Fatima about it. She wore one as well, and she said it is an ancient water spirit, Tlanchana. The coach wasn't anymore help but I had something. I was happy to drive to the museum and caught Doctor Williams on her way home. I asked her if she knew of Tlanchana. She said it sounds Mesoamerican. But she would call me tonight. So I headed on home. A kid, great in the water, who believed in a water spirit, kept herself in the water to her death. Was it infatuation, love, or some sort of fear? Around nine p.m. the Doctor called. She told me Tlanchana is the name for a water goddess of the Purepecha people, great metalworkers, before the white Europeans came. She said her bottom half is serpent not fish and she is usually benevolent. She said Dr. John Thompson name came up continually on research, and also told me to be careful. She knows how I like to burn my nose. And I thanked her in a mature way, and went to bed... great child swimmer, Tlanchana, a watery rest, why? After a cold shower, the next morning, I quickly found and headed to the clinic of psychiatrist Doctor John Thompson. I repeatedly pondered why a psychiatrist was interested in a Mesoamerican mermaid. I didn't know the truth but the statue outside his practice, on the freshly cut lawn, is like the necklace worn by Mr. Branch. While large enough for me to notice Tlanchana's serpentine figure. I went inside and as I was asked to wait by the receptionist the pamphlets plus posters reveal the connection. Dr. Thompson's practice focuses on healing people from a fear of water, aquaphobia. But I am stuck. If the deceased Branch was afraid of water, why let herself die in it? If Thompson was who frightened her to stay in the water, what could he had gained? Thompson was very somber and assertive. But I immediately noticed his gold necklace. And asked did he know Fatima Branch. He told me he did and her parents. His tears seemed true. After a moment, he continued and explained that he is a psychologist for the healing of natophobia, the fear of swimming. Branch's parents and his other clients have an uncommon trait of natophobia, in their bloodline. I saw a shrine of candles through a window and asked what was it for. He said it is for the children of clients, now including Fatima. He added thousands die from drowning every year, it is rare but not unheard of. He admitted some of his clients have lost faith in his methods after Fatima's death. I asked him, did Fatima show signs of fear in the weeks before she died. He said no but I could tell he pondered himself. I didn't think he thought Fatima was murdered in the water either. I asked him about his methods and he said that was private to the clients. On the drive back to the newsroom, I tried to find a seam, to answer why Fatima let herself die in the water she loved so well. Psychiatrists, ancient deities, coaches, a unique community, maybe the psychiatrist tried an experiment gone wrong, maybe a secret from the coach is the key, or a relation, a teammate, or a member of the natophobes succeeded in some scheme for some reason. I needed more. In the office it was quiet for me. Ethel and Clay was working on another successful romantic column. A couple long dead in the city had left messages in jewelry about a tree that saved their community from eminent domain and real estate sharks. Santos was getting juicy insight on a telenovela. She learned that Divine Johnson is making a comeback in "My House Mi Casa" as Pearl Santiago, the Queen mother of the Christophe clan feigned her death in episode two hundred and eight and is coming back with a completed plan to return to her chair. While I, investigative reporter of the Renaissance News, sit unactive around the bustle. Malcolm didn't even find the time to chastise me with so much going for everybody else. And Mallory called, which proved how little he knew, hoping to get back into the game through me. And then the phone rang. Coach Wecum told me to come to a road aside a garage near while safely about the psychiatrist, at three a.m. I asked him why and he said he wanted proof he wasn't the cause of Fatima's death as law enforcement has been asking more and more questions about him, and by exposing the psychiatrist, the truth will be revealed. I had no other leads but I told him, I have an interview with Detective Todd Langer tomorrow morning which can help his cause. He was overjoyed. And I wrote the introduction to my column. After a little dinner with Santos, I headed to the meetup spot, taking the rocky roads to avoid the main. At least it was cool that night I kept my car locked and out of sight of the coach whom I watched sitting relatively still in his car, as I crept near. I could see he was jittering as I snuck aside him, and tapped his window. If only a photo of his reaction had value. He was surprised I came but said we will need to be careful and observe a ritual. I asked what kind of ritual. He said the ritual of Tlanchana. I told him, you lied about the necklace. He said, I didn't tell the police or anyone else what I know, some ancient ritual wouldn't be believed or would make people think I am crazy. I asked him what evidence will I see. He said evidence that Dr. Thompson and his patients, including the Branches, are doing experiments that led to Fatima's death. We walked to the clinic, under the moonlight, careful not to be seen and enter the backway through some bushes. I saw the Doctor, and a set of people, including the Branches; he was wearing a feathered headdress and directed his flock to the pool. The clients undressed and entered the pool, as I took photos. I couldn't say a bachelor wasn't happy with some of the sights but was worried as they seemed to live in the water. I asked the coach if Fatima ever showed this ability. He gave a convincing no with his nodding. Mermaids, people of the sea, in a suburb of the United States of America. What a story. I saw them under the water for an hour and a half. They all came out adjusted for the air and seemed overjoyed. During their underwear stay I asked the coach how he learned about this. He said he read a notebook of Fatima's which mentioned this a while back, saying her parents always did this on a full moon, like tonight. I pondered, maybe Fatima tried this away from the pool. That would explain her not coming up and make her parents or the doctor complicit but the sudden turn of behavior didn't have a cause. I told the coach, Detective Langer will definitely want to see this, which made the coach very happy. The coach said he needed to get back to the city, he has early morning preparations to do. I told him thanks and I will be alright. I wanted to stay and see. After a meal, and some prayers for the candles, the clients left and the Doctor was alone. I figured it was about time to head back when a car came back. Here we go. The Doctor seemed prepared and had a gun in his pocket. He opened the door for a woman, blond, middle aged. He gestured for her to sit in the lobby and she did and then he accused her of something and they argued. Between mermaids performing under the water and mermaids arguing outside of it, I have decent material. Whatever this woman told the doctor had him in shock. She leaves patient or confident. While I am confused. A dead champion child swimmer who never came up for air, the venerable Tlanchana, mermaids in modern times, a coach scared of being exposed, a rogue mermaid with a secret. I thought of what I learned going back to my car. In my foolishness, I didn't notice if the car was locked and just entered it. I sat down and someone clubbed me. Wobbly, I noticed one of two was the coach or the blond woman. I was tied up but I could talk now. I asked them what is going on. They both told me to shut up, while they dragged me to the sea. And I realized i was being taken to where Fatima died. The night tide was coming in heavy. The moonlight was visible as I held my breath unable to move. A reported in a few hours would be falsely reported as a news maker who knew of the Doctors practices and coerced Fatima Branch into a botched story absent anyone's knowledge. A murphy, a sap, me. All I could do was focus on the moonlight, and struggle against the ropes. Suddenly, I saw a snake like figure break the moonlight. A great tide came in. It knocked me out. When I woke up I was on the beach, alone. I had no idea of what happened to the coach or the blond woman. But the rope was severed. I took hours to get back to the car. Luckily they didn't take my money, so I was able to get a bus ride some of the way. I found my car where I left it and broke in. My camera was intact but I wondered. I checked everywhere in the car, my wallet, compartments, pockets, trunk, and I checked my journal and the camera. I had photos of Fatima Branch, I never made, naked. I had essays from her, she never gave to me. And it nearly all fit. A coach with an inappropriate relationship with a student, a child. A child of mermaids with one from her flock who had a role in her death. But she knew a secret so strong she couldn't be revealed. Sirens. Police sirens. Valentin creeping behind law enforcement, for the Concrete inquirer. I saw they were headed to the psychiatrist. I followed them in my car. Detective Langer came out a car and I parked and exited. I took all the planned material in a bag with me and refilled my camera, took my pad and exited. Langer saw me and was in shock, and said: "We've been looking for you, the coach came in and confessed to violating Branch, attempted murder of you and planting false evidence." I told him if he let me speak to the Doctor, and I will give you the planted material. The detective said: "only because you had a rough night, and the Doctor and you are only needed for questioning, five minutes. " I handed the bag and ran to the door of the clinic and reached it as the Doctor was opening it to leave. The detective gave the signal and the cops allowed me to push the Doctor back in. I locked the door and I told him, I saw the mermaids earlier that evening with the coach, and I saw him argue with a blond woman, who tried to kill me. The Doctor said the water was a perfluorochemical solution he made. It seemed to ease his patients being able to be free in the water. I asked, if you knew the blond woman had hurt Fatima, why didn't he go to the police earlier. He said, she knew the secrets of his practice. If she told, all of his patients plus him would go to jail. He accepted what he did but his clients are fearful and desperate people. And then I comprehended the truth behind the candles, and law enforcement knocked on the door. I was questioned and said all but my late conversation to the Doctor or the glimmer that is a foggy photo in my mind. Poor Fatima, harassed into a state of anxiety, believing her death was what the water spirit wanted. Fatima was a gift, the lone child who survived a cult of natophobes who wanted to be mermaids to alleviate their fears. And between a coach preying on her body plus mind, frightened to be exposed and a member of her cult, envious of Fatima's success with a candle for their own failure. The young swimmer was caught in a deadly delusion. Eventually, the body of Marilyn Cox was found washed up on shore. By then the coach, and all he saw of girls or goddesses, was in jail. The pseudo mermaids, including the Branch's had swum elsewhere, living in their deadly wet fears. But while Fatima was untouched in the water. Marillyn seemed to be crushed by a serpent. A benevolent spirit to the fearful, forgiving even of their sins, but to the treacherous, deadly. CHARACTER LIST Marcus Preacher- narrator, investigative reporter for Renaissance News Fatima Branch- goes to Harriet Tubman middle school Veona Branch - mother of Fatima Branch Harry Wecum - swimming teacher at P.S. 352 Mr. Branch- father of Fatima Branch Doctor Williams- friend of Marcus Preacher Tlanchana- Mesoamerican water goddess of the Purepecha people Dr John Thompson - psychiatrist of natophobes, trying to cure them of natophobia Ethel and Clay- romantic columnist for the Renaissance News, a couple Santos- female reporter for entertainment news, Renaissance News Malcolm- head of the newsroom, Editor of Renaissance News Detective Todd Langer- local cop, knows Preacher Marillyn Cox- Woman, blond, middle aged, natophobe Valentine | Pianist and photographer for a local newspaper (favorite piano piece III. 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URL https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Where-Is-Elaine-Now-part-2-1339330593 CONTENT The law enforcer turns the pages of the diary to a page unfinished. March 3rd 2025 Ever since I received that vision of light in Elaine's home I haven't been able to stay focused throughout one day. I never discern an image when I have the episodes of epiphany. But I can feel a spirit, an energy, that I can only deem is cosmic based on how I feel when I regain my normal sensorium. I have asked to see Sister Josephine in the con The law enforcer puts the diary down and grabs an envelope from his jacket. It has the escutcheon of a cardinal, as a broken wax seal. The law enforcer opens the envelope, and takes out the letter. Dear Detective Silo, I joined Saint Lucy's to gain better insight into my visions through study and meditations. While also protect my sight from the meddling and forces outside the quiet peace of the nunnery. Thinking of Elaine I see a kindred spirit who was unable to find peace with divine influence. But from what you said about her, she may have seen or been seen by something dangerous or deadly. I end this letter with a location, from where you can find the information you seek , which may lead you to Elaine or at least to a better comprehension of what she is experiencing. 1023 Castle Road at Thirteenth and East street God be with you, Sister Magda Post Script Please Be Careful for WATN Chapter 2: Elaine Ghostbusters 2 ? NOTES escutcheon - a coat of arms for a roman catholic cardinal name for nameless in the bible [ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_names_for_the_biblical_nameless ] Saint Lucy of Syracuse - patron saint of the eyes for roman catholics For WATN Chapter 2: Elaine Ghosbusters 2 @CRLiterature ? My Work Audio Series https://www.kobo.com/us/en/series/richard-murray-tip-jar-audios Ebook Series https://www.kobo.com/series/richard-murray-short-story-collection Gallery of writing https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/gallery/81311721/my-tales-or-poetry CRliterature content https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/gallery/97552463/crliterature-content Tip Jar https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/tier/Tip-Jar-to-HDdeviant-902770076 #elaine #ghostbusters2 #watn #wherearetheynow #watnc2 #crliterature #hddeviant #richardmurray #richardmurrayhumblr
I’m not familiar with the story @aka Contrarian related but it doesn’t sound like it’s a dozen or so kids—It sounds like it’s hundreds. I think that’s new, if if that is indeed the case. Of course, social media has a hand in facilitating the sharing of this type of activity however, they are not completely the blame. I’m not sure the parents are either. It’s probably a combination of social media poor parenting, kids not knowing what the hell to do for fun. Yeah, I can see every generation thinking the generation before them is worse. When I was a kid, all we needed was a slab of concrete and chalk and we could play all kinds of games all day long.
AfroAmericans would have to use all existing platforms to make the case. The system of racism white supremacy. The only thing white folks understand is violence. Unfortunately, AfroAmericans aren't wiling to kill or be killed in order to overthrow the system of racism white supremacy. Knowledge & intelligence won't change the conditions AfroAmericans face under the system of racism white supremacy. AfroAmericans have ticked every box & jumped through every hoop & overcome every obstacle white folks threw out to keep us down. IOW, there are AfroAmericans tapped into every aspect of USA life. We have access to everything in the house. Yet, AfroAmericans are unwilling to burn it down. Disheartening is telling a knowledgeable & intelligent AfroAmerican they are over-qualified for a position &/or not offering them a better opportunity. 😎
It's not my theft.🤣 Most higher paying jobs require a certain amount of education. Bureau of Labor & Statistics keeps track of that data. Up to a certain extent. Adults are responsible for fixing their own mistakes. Regardless of how it looks, classes exist for a reason.😎
Of course I believe it's better. The AfroAmerican middle class has grown significantly over the past 40 years. There are several metrics proving that AfroAmericans are doing better now than several decades ago.😎
As they are cavalier about it, real people are dying as result those missle strikes. It's not a video game where every comes back alive with a reset button.😎
There's no reason for me to start believing those videos & images. They still haven't put out any real evidence or proof as far as I'm concerned. In the meantime, I'll wait on the crash landing in a Wal-Mart parking lot on a busy day.😁😎
As I remind other old heads, every generation says the generation behind them is worse. Young folks have always moved in mobs & packs & gangs to do dumb sh8t. It isn't new. Social media just makes it easier for them to organize & also for everyone to upload videos reporting it.😎
True..... Some of the videos and files....that have been released - I have seen and read about for years You are alive Now and the information is available......take thought.
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ProfD AfroAmericans have decades worth of data & evidence to make the case for current circumstances, conditions & predicament. True. Continuing with the analogy... The question is when are AfroAmericans going to take action by 1) taking that case to court & 2) changing the conditions. Analysis & studies work up to a point in building a case. Nothing changes without action & effort You make good points as usual. I'll give you 2 things to consider in direct relation to your 2 questions.......... 1. If AfroAmericans DID decide to take their case to court, which court (or legal body) would AfroAmericans plead their case TO? What court (or legal body) in this world has the power to gather and verify the facts concerning our treatment and render a verdict? More importantly, who has the power to ENFORCE the verdict and any penalties and restitution that may accompany it? 2. Changing the condition of a person or people usually involve increasing their level of KNOWLEDGE in order to effectively bring about that change. You exchange a shitty job for a better one by KNOWING how to get and perform that better job. You exchange a raggedy home for a better home by KNOWING how to either purchase a new one or how to properly repair your raggedy one to improve it's conditions. Improvement comes from KNOWLEDGE....either yours or whoever is trying to help you. Knowledge comes from INTELLIGENCE -the ability to comprehend and retain information enough to put it to use. Here's the question............ You ask when will our people "change" their condition. Given what you have observed of our people, do you believe that our community COLLECTIVELY (not as individuals) has the intelligence to ascertain the knowledge needed to change our condition for the better? "Hey there bud...... Let me ask you a question........ You've been living here in this park begging humans for food for years now. Why don't you learn how to build a house and grow your own trees and nuts for food instead of relying on humans?"
I'm going to presume that most of us on this site are over 50 years of age, so we've been around and have observed atleast 2 if not many more generations in order to make a comparison. How many of you think the OVER ALL financial and social conditions in the United States....especially for AfroAmericans...are better today than they were in the 70s or 80s? Whether you say yes or no, please state your reasons.............. I'll go first by honestly saying: I'm not sure. Houses and cars are nicer today than they were 40 years ago.......but homelessness itself seems to have increased. I'm not sure if homelessness has increased relative to the size of the population or if the actual percentage itself has increased since the 70s or 80s. However I believe the percentage of homelessness indeed HAS increased. I think jobs are more plentiful today than they were back in the day, but the relative wages aren't paying the same. It's harder for the "average" person without a college degree to make a decent independent living today than back 40 or 50 years ago. I think dating and finding intimate relationships is either harder or trickier today than 30 or 40 years ago. I'm not determining this based on myself, but based on a lot of the younger men and women I'm seeing and hearing and the problems they are experiencing. A lot more people are dealing with personal trauma, baggage, and even psychiatric issues like autism and ADHD than back in the day. While social media has made it easier for those who ARE attractive to hook up with eachother, it seems as if there are a lot more people with "weird" problems....both men and women....that take them out of the sex/dating pool all together. I also believe that incarceration is far higher today than it was 40 or 50 years ago. Even much higher than the 90s during the so-called Clinton Crime Bill era that has received so much notoriety. Even in the 90s you didn't see or hear about so many private prisons as you do now. Again, I'm not sure if the increase in incarceration is due to the increase in population....or if the percentage has risen.
ProfD If you steal a house & fix it up & other folks show up as squatters...are they illegal aliens? They are certainly illegal as well as accomplices to YOUR theft....lol. However whether they're aliens or not depends on their citizenship status. Individuals don't have the power to dictate that they get a livable wage. Unions even have a hard time getting pay increases. That's why I can't be too hard on adult AfroAmericans who are working these low wage and minimum wage jobs. Many of them are taking what they can get to survive. If they could find jobs with higher pay, they'd take them. Feudalism never really went away. Like Slavery, it just transformed itself. And most Central Americans are streaming into the United States to go right along with it and take their place as good peasants for their "lords". The government tries to create rules & safeguards to make life bearable for citizens. Ultimately, politicians end up working within the interests of those who control wealth. The labor market is controlled in such a way to enrich the wealthy while providing the average person with just enough to survive And even THAT is tricky, because who is actually "average" and how do they decide who is average and who is not? Do they factor expensive medical and legal issues into their "averages"? Average people often make stupid and expensive mistakes, do they factor those in? A lot of average people are falling through the cracks because average from their perspective often looks like PERFECT from those in the working class.
We're living in interesting times..... People are firing missiles at eachother and destroying buildings during "cease fires"....lol. First you saw it with Israel and Hamas. Now you're seeing it with the U.S. and Iran. The entire war is carrying on as usual, while both sides are accusing eachother of breaking the "cease fire"....lol. Like Ned the Wino would say: Now what does that tell you? Huh? Huh?
AfroAmericans have decades worth of data & evidence to make the case for current circumstances, conditions & predicament. Continuing with the analogy... The question is when are AfroAmericans going to take action by 1) taking that case to court & 2) changing the conditions. Analysis & studies work up to a point in building a case. Nothing changes without action & effort.😎
You're right. These racists are using illegal alien as a slur. If you steal a house & fix it up & other folks show up as squatters...are they illegal aliens?🤣 Greed & profits prevent paying livable wages. Individuals don't have the power to dictate that they get a livable wage. Unions even have a hard time getting pay increases. Feudalism never really went away.😁 The government tries to create rules & safeguards to make life bearable for citizens. Ultimately, politicians end up working within the interests of those who control wealth. The labor market is controlled in such a way to enrich the wealthy while providing the average person with just enough to survive.😎
