brentandrews
August 8th, 2005, 10:13 PM
I Love Drugs No. 8
In my hometown of Franklin, Tennessee, secret agents sell drugs to teenagers and then arrest the teens, steal their money and their cars and anything else that can be linked however tenuously to drugs.
This stolen cash and booty is used to fund more government drug dealing - to hire more secret agents, to make deals with confidential informants. In Nashville 20 minutes to the north, vice cops recently used illicit booty and helpful C.I.'s to "get booty" at a local strip club, then arrested the generous strippers.
Hey, vice cop! Hey, drug agent, your time is almost up! America's going to call your number, you watch. You keep stealing and using and preying on the sickest of us - keep selling dope and buying sex and pretending - and one of these days America's going to get you by your stringy pony tail and drag you off into the night.
Yes, drug agent, I'm talking to you. When I say America's coming for you what I mean is I'm coming for you. I'm going to expose you, drug agent, for the liar and the thief and the extortionist that you are and when I'm through the people are going to hate you so much you are going to have to hide.
You deserve the scorn of your fellow citizens, the contempt of your fellow cops. You deserve to be spat upon, arrested, and jailed. You should be in prison. You're the worst kind of drug dealer: a government drug dealer. You are wretched and you hate yourself.
So kill yourself, drug agent. Kill yourself now, and claim your doorprize in Hell. You are worthless, you lost the war on drugs, you caused meth, you arrested addicts and sold dope to some mother's child while behind your back - or right under your nose - your own government was all along the biggest drug dealer of them all. You're a hypocrite, a scoundrel, there's no hope for you, go die.
You can still go peacefully. I'm trying to help you. To be honest, I'm not getting much of a response from my government, but I'm trying to help you go peacefully while there's still time. I've been writing to anyone who'll listen, telling them to end the war on drugs before the people get militant and win it. It's time to end the war on drugs before desperate mothers, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends of the drug war prisoners say enough is enough.
There might come a day when patriotic American mothers won't stand and watch their children sent to prison for decades - to get brutalized and dehumanized - for selling the same cocaine that made the CIA's Nicaraguan connections rich, the same heroin the CIA brought back from Vietnam inside the bodies of servicemen.
There might come a day when friends of the drug war prisoners wrap up in explosives and blow themselves up to be heard. Maybe a thousand angry parents of drug war prisoners will storm and burn a state prison, free the inmates and kill the guards. Maybe they'll seek out their local drug agents, and hang them.
Terrorism worked for the Palestinians - it won them respect and freedom. A suicide attack made Osama bin Laden the most powerful man in the world. Don't you think Americans have learned these lessons? For people living under the jackboot of tyranny, terrorism works. Terrorism is patriotic.
You wage this war against the American people at your own peril, drug agent. Resign, walk away, end it now - while you still can.
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In my hometown of Franklin, Tennessee, secret agents sell drugs to teenagers and then arrest the teens, steal their money and their cars and anything else that can be linked however tenuously to drugs.
This stolen cash and booty is used to fund more government drug dealing - to hire more secret agents, to make deals with confidential informants. In Nashville 20 minutes to the north, vice cops recently used illicit booty and helpful C.I.'s to "get booty" at a local strip club, then arrested the generous strippers.
Hey, vice cop! Hey, drug agent, your time is almost up! America's going to call your number, you watch. You keep stealing and using and preying on the sickest of us - keep selling dope and buying sex and pretending - and one of these days America's going to get you by your stringy pony tail and drag you off into the night.
Yes, drug agent, I'm talking to you. When I say America's coming for you what I mean is I'm coming for you. I'm going to expose you, drug agent, for the liar and the thief and the extortionist that you are and when I'm through the people are going to hate you so much you are going to have to hide.
You deserve the scorn of your fellow citizens, the contempt of your fellow cops. You deserve to be spat upon, arrested, and jailed. You should be in prison. You're the worst kind of drug dealer: a government drug dealer. You are wretched and you hate yourself.
So kill yourself, drug agent. Kill yourself now, and claim your doorprize in Hell. You are worthless, you lost the war on drugs, you caused meth, you arrested addicts and sold dope to some mother's child while behind your back - or right under your nose - your own government was all along the biggest drug dealer of them all. You're a hypocrite, a scoundrel, there's no hope for you, go die.
You can still go peacefully. I'm trying to help you. To be honest, I'm not getting much of a response from my government, but I'm trying to help you go peacefully while there's still time. I've been writing to anyone who'll listen, telling them to end the war on drugs before the people get militant and win it. It's time to end the war on drugs before desperate mothers, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends of the drug war prisoners say enough is enough.
There might come a day when patriotic American mothers won't stand and watch their children sent to prison for decades - to get brutalized and dehumanized - for selling the same cocaine that made the CIA's Nicaraguan connections rich, the same heroin the CIA brought back from Vietnam inside the bodies of servicemen.
There might come a day when friends of the drug war prisoners wrap up in explosives and blow themselves up to be heard. Maybe a thousand angry parents of drug war prisoners will storm and burn a state prison, free the inmates and kill the guards. Maybe they'll seek out their local drug agents, and hang them.
Terrorism worked for the Palestinians - it won them respect and freedom. A suicide attack made Osama bin Laden the most powerful man in the world. Don't you think Americans have learned these lessons? For people living under the jackboot of tyranny, terrorism works. Terrorism is patriotic.
You wage this war against the American people at your own peril, drug agent. Resign, walk away, end it now - while you still can.
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