ACAB all day, everyday.

Holy fuck do I hate pigs. Not just some of them, all of them. People be like not all cops are bad. Bullshit. They all swear an oath to uphold unjust policies in order to further fatten the swollen coffers of their pimp masters. I’m not saying that they are all knowingly crooked, but the ones that aren’t are that way because they’re to stupid to understand the bigger picture. Pigs are just policy enforcers. Tax collectors. Law enforcement is by far the biggest gang out there, guilty of extortion, assault, murder. They love to threaten and intimidate. They have absolutely no problem tearing families apart. They see nothing wrong with forced labor, aka slavery. The requirements to become a pig are nothing, basically all you need is an IQ of about 75 and a GED. They require more to work as a trashman or a truck driver. I feel like most pigs are former high school bullies, people who peeked during their senior year and then once they found out that their college scholarship wasn’t gonna happen and their only choices were joining the military, working for fast food, or becoming a pig. So they become pigs. I mean where else are they going to be able to threaten, bully and intimidate people whom they believe to be below themselves. So they apply for the job, which by the way has no mental evaluation, go to like 2 or 3 weeks of “training”, swear an oath to violate people and their rights, and vola, they’re pigs. The thin blue line. Blue lives matter. Ha. There is no such thing as a blue live. Fuck the police and honestly, if you support those fucks, fuck you too. Boot licking motherfuckers. ACAB all day. Take your blue lined flags and drape them over all the innocent people that those pigs have murdered. I’m not saying that we don’t need laws or some form of law enforcement, but this ain’t it. Bunch of socially supported gangbangers. Thugs in a uniform supplied by your tax paying dollars, which I’ll have you know is illegal as well but that’s for another rant.

Published by devilmonkey666

I'm a hot mess. A 41 year old child who still doesn't know what he wants to be when he grows up. Or even if he wants to grow up for that matter. People say I'm a writer. I'm not so sure. But it is therapeutic and helps me from going all the way left sometimes.

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