Global cowardice is on the rise.
I am not one of those infected. Life is what it is: Short and imperfect. To stand on principle, at the risk of life, is a no-brainer to me. It is far better to die, than to live in slavery, servitude, or fear.
I will stand fast. I can take no other choice.
Those who bear arms for the state are either held to a higher standard or they are no more than jackals such as the Mexico City Police who in the aftermath of the 1985 earthquake were photographed numerous times looting stores and robbing the bodies of the dead.
Cowardice is glorified as worshiping ‘non violence’. Weakness is everywhere in the west is depicted as ‘tolerance’ and a sort of automatic default. Like the Asiatic subjects of various emirs who stood around waiting for the Mongols to kill them instead of overwhelming them by sheer numbers.