I can't sleep right now.
One was shot for reporting the truth.
The other was set free with a slap on the wrist.
It's an outright insult.
And it's got me dreading the inevitable backlash.
THAT date draws ever closer.
The retaliation has begun.
The repercussions will be severe.
And I can't help but fear for this soil my blood falls upon.
And if all hell really does break loose,
Count me in among all the hands on deck.