Dear Dirty America

Well, don’t look at me. Keep your hands up. You’re not so tough without your gun. Big boy. You like hurting people? You like playacting importance over other people? Spread em wide. We’ve had enough of your violence. It’s time for little girls to run the world. If you want to be brutal and hurt people, maybe you can, but it’ll have to be in the next life. Maybe you can be a lion. Or a tiger. And you can fight and kill all you want. For food. For females. It’ll be perfect for you. That’s the law of the jungle. Not the law of humanity. Not any more.

Now, take off your uniform. Strip down to your undershirt and socks, and start walking backward. Now! Count each step aloud, and don’t stop until I get sick of watching you.