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They're right there. They could do it in a half a second, way too fast for anyone to stop them.

If they were worried about personal consequences for themselves, they could put a few rounds in the politician and then one through their own skull.

Bang, bang, bang. And we get a world that has hope again.

The same could happen across the intelligence agencies. Their boss tells them to target White Nationalists and they act like that's a wonderful idea, smile, go to shake their hand, then rapidly slam their head into the corner of desk, fracturing their skull and spreading their brains out on the carpet of their office. They pull the gun out of their desk and a pile of papers and walk around the office like they're delivering memos.

Or they could just all be poisoned.

They could go upstairs to check why the central air is making so much noise and dump out a zip lock of some weaponized pathogen into the fans. They could sit on the roof while a treasonous organization is ripped out by the roots. They could jump off the building if they wanted, or just watch the stars and laugh as people struggle to remove bodies in hazmat suits the next day.

They could just saturate their clothes in a pathogen and walk right through security, shaking death out of their suit every few cubicles.

They're right there. They could do it in a half a second, way too fast for anyone to stop them. If they were worried about personal consequences for themselves, they could put a few rounds in the politician and then one through their own skull. Bang, bang, bang. And we get a world that has hope again. The same could happen across the intelligence agencies. Their boss tells them to target White Nationalists and they act like that's a wonderful idea, smile, go to shake their hand, then rapidly slam their head into the corner of desk, fracturing their skull and spreading their brains out on the carpet of their office. They pull the gun out of their desk and a pile of papers and walk around the office like they're delivering memos. Or they could just all be poisoned. They could go upstairs to check why the central air is making so much noise and dump out a zip lock of some weaponized pathogen into the fans. They could sit on the roof while a treasonous organization is ripped out by the roots. They could jump off the building if they wanted, or just watch the stars and laugh as people struggle to remove bodies in hazmat suits the next day. They could just saturate their clothes in a pathogen and walk right through security, shaking death out of their suit every few cubicles.

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You tried to decieve me.

But I don't necessarily disagree with what you appear to be trying to do here.

I won't be online for much longer. It will probably make some people nervous. It will also give some people an opportunity.

I'll probably be back.

Your criteria is primarily justice, not system building or problem solving, so you will never have the means to the former.

You're partially right about some things. I need to decide if I want to play a part in the reconstruction. I've planted some elements of the reconstruction in my writings. I haven't seen them in circulation yet though.

Usually things like reconstruction plans are comprehensive, not discrete elements.

You know, I have a vague memory of you telling me a story about a man, a woman, and a broken down car or car accident, I think it was red, and some tragedy therein. Not the BLM story. You were venting about it. It must have been a dream of mine or something of yours I read a long time ago and just recognized it was you. It lacks a normal cognitive time stamp. If it sounds familiar, not just some random element of my own dreams, you could tell me about it again before I take a break from the internet. It's not particularly relevant to anything here.

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You tried to decieve me.

I have done no such thing. You must be misinterpreting something I wrote.

But I don't necessarily disagree with what you appear to be trying to do here.

Fair enough.

I've planted some elements of the reconstruction in my writings. I haven't seen them in circulation yet though.

Sometimes when a message reaches critical mass the spread of that message seems to drop off completely. This is sometimes interpreted incorrectly as meaning the message is failing to spread.

Usually things like reconstruction plans are comprehensive

Don't think reconstruction. Think replacement.

You know, I have a vague memory of you telling me a story about a man, a woman, and a broken down car or car accident, I think it was red, and some tragedy therein.

You mean the one where a daughter and her dad were driving to her new apartment, got into a fender bender, and were shot to death? What brought that to mind?

Also thats some NLP type writing if ever I saw it.

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You mean the one where a daughter and her dad were driving to her new apartment, got into a fender bender, and were shot to death?

I don't know what brought it to mind.

Normally a lot of my dreams are just people talking to me and telling me the things that are worrying them and confessions.

It sounds like you wrote about it in your Black on White crime lists.