It's been 36 years since I last joined a physical protest. What I been doing since then, for years now, is writing. I've gotten published in a lot of local papers and the worst targeting was under Obama. All I do is write, but I've had my phone bugged, my computer hacked, my bank account hacked, my electric bill disproportionately raised, surveilled, gang-stalked, stalked, and still every so often a mystery car parks in front of my house.
I don't like to talk about it but today I am because it's pertinent to what today is : Good Friday.
They killed Jesus because he was God's son. All he did was tell the truth. And he said, if they'll kill him, they'll come after those that love him.
That's how much they hate his message.
They tried to kill his message after they physically killed him, and they're still doing it.
STILL. TRYING. TO KILL. HIS MESSAGE.