The
manila envelope was full of shit. It stank so fucking much. There was too much
of it. One example was this: a tattooed skate boarder was blown away after
being severely beaten. He was full of lead. The stitched up bullet holes showed
this. There were 6 or 7 in his upper body. It was amazing how the mortician
cleaned him up. He looked asleep. And was, forever…
…part
of the current mad presidents run in with criminals. These included druggies,
robbers, gangsters and a whole lot more. But such things weren’t so simple. Many
innocent people got caught up. Rather than admit a mistake, the cops had a way
to deal with this. They planted fake evidence, be it drugs, guns or ammo. Along
with fake accounts of the cops being fired upon. Of course this did happen,
professional criminals had back up and weapons and made the security forces pay
dearly, now and again. For the most part the Extra Judicial Killings were just
that.
The dead
man here was a musician. He thought he was going to sing but instead he was an
EJK and blown away. It was a shame his friend was a known dealer and on the ‘List’
of known and wanted and targeted people. So he was collateral damage. This was
fine in the eyes of the law, for a dealer had been exterminated. An innocent
died, so be it…
…the
innocent would no longer skate, be tattooed, drink beer, dance, or anything
else. For he was dead. All part of the bad dream that was the Philippine drug
war that killed thousands. All wars ended…
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