The public State of Emergency is just a start. It is the country's back-to-school purge, a flush-out of its two-legged toxins. Pockets in every community cater beds and breakfast for criminals, shielding them and suffering themselves. Some communities were just not like that, but criminal migration restyled good places, imploding them with bling, bang and boom boxes. Criminals pushed the country to the edge. Let us push them back.
We are the chief celebrants of the purge. Every one of us trapped within the fence-line, life contained by burglar proof and barbed wire. There will be some relief, temporary, uncertain but relieving. Every life vicariously affected by gangs, crime and criminals celebrates the purge. Listen, everybody have their limit so let the bandits buy legal advice and fight for their human rights. Let me enjoy mine, for once. As the numbers ramp up there will be more streams of relief, because even a sliver of action is better than a slice of hope. Let us celebrate.
We are the chief celebrants of the purge. Every one of us trapped within the fence-line, life contained by burglar proof and barbed wire. There will be some relief, temporary, uncertain but relieving. Every life vicariously affected by gangs, crime and criminals celebrates the purge. Listen, everybody have their limit so let the bandits buy legal advice and fight for their human rights. Let me enjoy mine, for once. As the numbers ramp up there will be more streams of relief, because even a sliver of action is better than a slice of hope. Let us celebrate.