Re: [reply email to M Main]
And you haven't even seen me bite yet.
When I first moved to this city, I had the same fucking idea. People needed to step the fuck up and do their bit. I bitched long, and I bitched hard about it. Here, at the Creations paper. I screamed my ass off to anyone who would listen: Seattle needed to take things into its own hands. The masks were just like us, and we should step the fuck up and make a difference, too. I believed that. I still believe that. I think if every man and woman in this city did something, instead of sitting idly by with their eyes closed, we'd be there. We would have caught the Night Terror by now, and we would have put the Siren behind bars, and we would have every drug dealer off the streets. You know what? No one listened. No one fucking listened.
And then you have the masks, risking their asses every single night. Doing more than the PD ever did, and not asking a fucking thing for it. Those men, they bleed for this city. I know. I've seen it, and I've waited to see if they'd all be alive in the morning. And at the end of the day, no one gives a shit. No one does what I thought they would do - no one tries to make it better.
So, I get it. I want the same fucking thing. I just don't trust anyone to open their eyes anymore. Maybe I'm jaded, maybe I'm just worried someone like Eels will walk up to my kid and blow her head out. I don't know.
I'll send it on to the Chief with my blessing, because your facts are good, and I have nothing but my own feelings to contradict it - feelings I can't tell the Chief about, not without this ending up on Page One anyway as a result. But you better expect one hell of a fucking I told you so if shit goes South.