A MESSAGE TO TRUDEAU, HIS GOVERNMENT, THOSE WHO SUPPORT HIM, AND ALL THOSE WHO ARE WILLING TO SEND LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE OF DEATH:

We never asked for the war on drugs; this glib, horrific indifference, that leads the young barely old enough to have experienced anything of the joy of life to be killed, is something that you have imposed on us. You snatch these young bodies from the brain-washing cradle of your schoolroom to be murdered, mutilated and slaughtered in the cold grave of your cynicism. How perverted you are, how distorted and twisted, how divorced from the simple joy of existence. You dare to threaten the one life that we have with your pained violence. In the crystal light of our lives you are the darkest shadow.

The government has fucked away over $322 million dollars in response to the crisis of the republic that is the unpredictability of the drug supply and the problem continues to get worse.

OUT OF WHOSE POCKET?

Each body that you shovel into the mass graves of history is another darling child that you have bled, another precious life that you have defiled, another act of creation that you have dared to violate. What is birth to you but another rag that you may wring and slap and beat and discard? What is life to you but another plastic body-bag into which you defecate? What is death to you but the disfigured bodies of our children upon whose angel faces you smear your rancid droppings?

How grand you must feel as you chart out the destruction of those that use drugs; each feature on the map of gentrification describes the desolation of your mind. How powerful you must feel as you plunder and rape the communities of the marginalized; each police officer that beats some helpless “junkie” within an inch of their life is the pointing finger of your right hand. How omnipotent you must feel as our young stumble in the death of the alleyways; each death is part of you that dies.

How glorious the war on drugs. How rich the experience of abstinence.

Those castaway children, deranged, dismembered, crying, homeless, are the reality of your horror, the actuality of your insanity. That horror is the heritage you create. That insanity is the tradition you leave to those as yet unborn. The frightened corpses of the living are shadowed by your arrogance. The lifeless corpses of the dead are devoured in your lust for power. The maggots that inch away at the rotting flesh are your true compatriots, you keep them fed, they are your true companions. Those bodies were our friends that you have destroyed. Those neighborhoods are our home that you have burnt in your ignorance.

Your minds are filth. Your lives are corruption. You are the walking dead, the parasites who bleed this earth of ours, that dry the waters from the river-beds that give us blood in its place.

YOU STAND ACCUSED OF PREMEDITATED, CALCULATED AND COLD-BLOODED MURDER. YOUR CRIMES ARE WELL DOCUMENTED. YOUR GUILT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO REALIZE.

BE FOREWARNED, AN ATTACK ON A SINGLE DRUG USER IS AN ATTACK ON ALL OF US.