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I’d really like to understand.

Tell me how these little girls deserve to be bombed right out of their country, onto incredibly dangerous boat journeys, walking hundreds and hundreds of miles, starving, cold, sick, ignored or hated, attacked and raped and KILLED as they try to get to somewhere where they can just…live?

Tell me how it makes sense that we allow our giant Western Corporations and their Vampiric #TyrantClass Overlords start WAR in other countries for their own profit, and then we turn our backs as the regions go up in the flames that we’ve ignited, and the populations run for their lives, and we ignore them?

These are little kids, running for their lives, trusting their parents, dying with their parents, playing games with each other around fires, or dying alone of pneumonia in a bush their mother laid them in as she died, falling out of a boat in the middle of the sea in the dark night and hearing their mother’s frantic voice as she screams for you but she can’t see you to help you as you go beneath the waves…what could make this make sense to you? That this is correct, that this is ok?

This is all real. It’s all happening, and WE are to blame.

We allow it, even support it. We allow our “leaders” to con us into it, to believe in it, to scream at and fight each other for it, and then we sit back and popcorn/movie/Walmart/buy/complain/selfish as the hell we’ve unleashed on children just……happens. Over and over.

Well….I don’t know about you, but I’m going to do SOMETHING.

I don’t know what yet, but I’m going to learn more about this thing, and I’m going to find a way to help as many people as I can, and I’m going to put links and comments and info up here as I get it.

Maybe we can’t stop these #TyrantClass scum from doing this kind of thing in our names, maybe that’s too tall an order in this deeply divided and controlled and manipulated society, but maybe you or I can save one little girl, or feed one family, or give someone in a park a blanket, or WHATEVER we can do, SOMETHING!!

I have a little girl. I cannot imagine what the pressure would be that would make me go into this hellish journey these people are making with her in tow, going hungry and asking me questions and trying to stay alive; feet blistering, clothes and bodies unwashed, infections and disease and beating and being spit on and watching other die and be killed and feeling the hate of people and nations as you just try to save your child.

This feels like what the people on the upper floors of the WTC must have faced, dying in flames or jumping, and actually CHOOSING jumping, because that just seemed like the better choice. THAT was preferable.

I can’t stand this. I have to do something.