Disclosure.
Unveiling the club of ghosts.
We were born in a tough world.
And things will only get worse.
Evil is growing exponentially.
There are no signs of slowing down.
Just when you think you’ve seen it all, you’ll read about something much worse on the news.
And it doesn’t stop there. It will never stop.
Each future generation will be born in a world that is more horrific than their predecessors ever saw.
There’s new drugs on the streets that are far more fatal than anything the junkies have ever tried before.
Life is difficult.
Children born into broken homes and estranged families.
The cost of living rising.
The wages, staying the same for a large percentage of the people.
Violent crime hasn’t slowed down since the beginning of time. In fact, the business of violent crime is booming.
It has become a popular art of sorts. With every thug and criminal making the latest exhibition of how truly low they’re willing to stoop.
There is no love.
There was no love to begin with.
It’s every man, woman and child for themselves.
Relationships are born out of desperation and degeneracy.
If given an option, none would stay.
The government doesn’t give a sh!t about the people.
The question is, did the government ever give a rat’s ^ss about the people to begin with?
Every government on the planet is split into numerous factions; each one pushing their own agendas.
Nobody gives a sh!t about the general populace.
The citizens are irrelevant. Pay your taxes and shut the fvck up.
Nobody cares what you think the government should be doing.
Your protests are meaningless.
Every decision that’s already been signed on will not change at any cost.
Elections are meaningless.
The powers to be have already chosen your candidates for you.
Your votes only serve the purpose of decorum.
The rich rule the world.
The rich are above the law.
Your politicians are puppets in the pockets of the rich.
There are no consequences for the rich.
Not unless every politicians’ seats are at the risk of being dragged from underneath their big fat ^sses.
There are no jobs.
Yet everyone wants to live a lavish and flamboyant lifestyle.
Morals were out of the window before they were born.
Now, their self-respect has taken a deep dive into the sewers.
There are jobs in this world that require men of a fixed mental composure.
People who are nonreactive to the most humiliating and troubling situations.
Certain operations require a level of stillness and calm not achievable by most people.
And certain operations require a higher level of restraint.
The goal isn’t to sit there and take people’s insults like a loser. But the focus is on the certain future.
Fate has been written.
Intelligence gathering is a business that requires Buddha’s patience.
The mafia have taken over the big cities in the most popular tourist destinations.
Drugs and pr0stitution have flooded the streets.
When a thug is committing a crime, do not step in and stop them. Let them keep going at it and wait for their next move.
The only way to catch a criminal in action is by giving them room to continue their activities unhindered.
Once a predictable pattern has been formed, you have them by their balls.
Agents don’t flash badges anymore.
There are no badges in the field now.
The law has been sold out to the highest bidder.
The concept of justice is an illusion.
There is very little distinction left between civilians and cops; crooks and officers of the law.
Diplomacy has failed the people.
Politicians don’t have the guts to unleash the military on the crime barons.
But before they can send in a black ops unit to clean up the mess, they need actionable intelligence.
Actionable intelligence takes months, sometimes years to uncover.
The life of a criminal is worth one bvllet.
Any patriotic citizen can deliver due justice.
But the horrors won’t end there.
They rarely do.
You take one criminal out of the streets and another will show up in his place.
In the midst of it all, scattered across the globe, are men and women who blend into the crowd.
Their job is to plan and prepare for the cleanup crew.
They spend their time scrutinizing and analyzing every godd^mn criminal that pokes his head out of the filth.
And then we all wait.
Wait for the day of reckoning.
The calm before the storm is a long one.
Rain in the Sahara.
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