so barely there then

In ad­di­tion to our rene­gade po­lice­man – there is a real fuck­ing need for us to be out­raged by the en­tire line of work in our jus­tice de­part­ment —

Lawyers and judges are po­si­tions known to be just as eas­i­ly oc­cu­pied by fuck­ing hor­ri­ble peo­ple.

Ab­solute dis­gust­ing mon­sters who may have even got­ten in, passed the bar, and maybe at first they were gen­uine­ly NOT hor­ri­ble peo­ple but some­thing hap­pens where they be­come be­grudg­ing SHIT­TY peo­ple in­ca­pable of ful­fill­ing the oaths they claim to up­hold for the PRIV­I­LEGE of main­tain­ing their po­si­tion IN our jus­tice de­part­ment FOR our fel­low man.

Ob­vi­ous­ly, some­thing like a sys­tem of checks and bal­ances has been swept un­der a rug, ce­ment­ed over, buried 500 feet un­der the earth’s man­tle and dis­in­te­grat­ed by the burn­ing core at its cen­ter … go­ing up in smoke blan­ket­ing our democ­ra­cy in all its sun-shield­ing glo­ry —

And I get why this is, just like the work­ings of the gov­ern­ment – you don’t care to learn – if you only care about your­self while grow­ing up and at­tend­ing school … where you don’t pay at­ten­tion to any of the in­for­ma­tion be­ing giv­en to you be­cause you can’t pos­si­bly fath­om how any of it is go­ing to ap­ply to your life once you get out of school —

Yet some­how, you man­age to do the bare min­i­mum for tests, which is what our ed­u­ca­tion sys­tem so heav­i­ly re­lies on thanks to the ba­jil­lions of chil­dren be­ing born every sec­ond on this plan­et —

Why should you care about “pol­i­tics,” a dirty word! – be­cause you don’t un­der­stand it! or care to –

Why care about the jus­tice sys­tem, if your fa­ther isn’t a lawyer who de­mands you should also go to law school … or you sim­ply don’t have a lawyer in the fam­i­ly, you don’t care.

You bare­ly have a con­cept.

So there it is folks, the ROOT of all our prob­lems. Peo­ple not car­ing.

So­lu­tion? There fuck­ing isn’t one. Not any­more. It’s too late.

 

—blu

Flom­mist Blu is an enig­ma. A metaphor wrapped in an al­le­go­ry. ‘I am Jack’s colon. If I get can­cer, I kill Jack.’ Copy­right © 2020 mech­a­nizzm.

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