Elitist Propaganda

Our Blue Lives

Never underestimate the power of friends. It's always good to keep a few tucked away for some outside influence when your hands are tied or in cuffs and your voice is dropped to the lowest volume possible. It's great to have a few true friends with the loudest mouths so that they can roar like thunder on your behalf and remind the world that they can't keep us all quiet and won't keep us down for long. They may continue to try to put their boots on our throats but a few of them are going to lose their balance and find themselves on their backside, all alone, on the wrong side of the yellow safety tape. I wonder how Brave they will be when suddenly they become as isolated as Society feels? What happens when their own family is affected by the drugs they participated in circulating for decades? They have been the tools of the propaganda pushers, who convinced them it was a good idea to use people as pawns, turn them into snitches, and put them on the payroll of the police department. They are turned into bottom-feeding, two-faced liars and thieves, and put back on the streets. Then they are pushed back into a vicious circle of drugs creating most of the Lords themselves by giving that breed a bit of power and a get-out-of-jail-free card. Maybe they will slip on the pointless brochures and fliers that have never released one prisoner or healed one user let alone inspired anybody to Stop drowning in liquor or dying from an overdose. Maybe they will hit her head so hard when they slip that their perceptions will change as they lie on their back, in pain, alone, and need some help of their own. Only this time they need it from a friendly citizen, or a helping hand from some kid on a skateboard, or a little girl on a bus stop. It might be even be a whole family who stumbles upon this bruised up boy in blue. Will Society turn their cheeks? Or will they turn their heads and backs on the bleeding authoritarian? This, after all, is the pivotal moment. What could be more egregious than sending someone's parents or children to rot inside a 4-walled world as non-violent beings that simply tweaked their Consciousness with the wrong medication of the millennia. While this blue mans crew lives with blatant disdain for the same “so-called” rule of law. The cops get caught eating the same drugs of the prisoners they booked that night. Some small hot camera catches them laughing and joking while stuffing pot brownies down their throats and send a clear message that somehow sees them insinuating they found a factory of dumb-fucks they put on civilian dump trucks with the white trash they jailed that night. They joke about hitting civilian amputees, and use their weapons to stomp on the rights of powerless minorities and still call themselves the fucking authorities. I know I would hate to be the blue man lost to suffer the sentence or wrath of those passing judgement. I might remind everyone who thinks that they can act like royalty and do no wrong just because they wear a badge how it worked out for the elite in France during the time of The Guillotines. It really was not all that long ago the poor had enough of the elitist propaganda and decided to behead everyone who was rich. Maybe they should think about that before history repeats itself here, in this day and age, except it's everyone with a badge, before it's too late.