Cartels, Page 27 + 28 + 29.

Everything is broken.

Everything.

Good people are victims.

Bad people are heroes.

Dumb is a virtue. Food is poison.

Corruption is a national past time.

Rapists rape. The poor are left to rot. Religion is business. No one is safe and everyone thinks it's funny.

Why is the world allowed to be this way?

Why doesn't anyone do anything?

Why don't we fight back? Why is it like this?

Why did it happen?

And then it hit me.

It doesn't matter why.

'Why' is the cloud. The redirect. The shell game.

'Why' is the bullshit.

'Why' makes you feel better for just thinking the question.

The question is: what am I going to do about it?

I'm going to stop it.

All of it.

But the thing of it is: you're going to help me.