One of my family members died this week. Somebody knows why. Some body knows.
Yes, you got me. I ripped this sentence from Roschach, the hidden vigilate of New York. We are dying, not because this is the time, but because someone never do their jobs, or never do these job follow up any code of conduct. This news, this news, this news and this news… are day after day become our daily facts what we don’t even surprise after we heard them. That means we are not safe here.
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Rorschach’s Journal. November 12th, 1985: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “No.”
I love Rorschach’s sense. 