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Listen up, truth-seekers and fence-sitters: the circus came to town in Vancouver, but instead of fanfare, it ended in a nightmare—and the ringmaster was a 30-year-old lunatic behind the wheel.
In a scene straight out of a dystopian playbook, a car rammed into the bustling crowd at the Lapu Lapu Festival, a vibrant, proud celebration of Filipino heritage. Nine souls were snatched away in an instant, while dozens more were left battered, broken, and bewildered. All because one man decided that the accelerator was his ticket to infamy.
Now, let’s not sugarcoat it: this wasn’t just a “tragic event”—this was a damning indictment of a society too busy “celebrating diversity” to recognize when chaos is brewing three feet away. The politicians, true to form, will line up with canned statements dripping with crocodile tears, promising “full investigations” and “support for the victims’ families.” Translation? They’ll throw hashtags around like confetti while the outrage cycle spins itself into boredom by Friday.
Here’s the inconvenient truth the talking heads won’t say: In today’s world, safety at public gatherings is a coin toss, and the house always wins. Mass events have become petri dishes for disaster because we’ve replaced common sense with virtue signaling. Security? Oh no, darling. That’s “problematic.” “Exclusionary.” Heaven forbid someone feels “unsafe” being *watched* before they mow down innocent lives.
And while we’re on the subject, the driver? Authorities are already tripping over themselves to slap every label on him except the ones that matter: Responsibility. Accountability. Consequences. Newsflash: if you plow a vehicle through a crowd, you’re not a “troubled individual” in need of therapy—you’re a terrorist with no flag.
Don’t expect leadership to fix this, because leadership left the building years ago. In its place, we’ve got polished mannequins mouthing half-baked solutions thicker than molasses and just as useful. Reform? Please. They’ll pass a few “awareness campaigns,” stage a few candlelight vigils, and pat themselves on the back until the next horror show rolls into town.
This isn’t just Vancouver’s tragedy. This is a flashing red warning to every free society that pretends evil can be tamed with good intentions alone. Spoiler alert: Evil doesn’t care about your inclusive policies or your inspirational murals.
The adults in the room—if any are left—need to face the music: public safety demands real action, not PR spin. Harden targets. Vet crowds. Push back against the pearl-clutching outrage from Instagram activists who’ve never had their celebration turned into a battlefield.
Because if we keep pretending that tragedy just ‘happens,’ we’re signing a blank check to madness—and folks, madness is always eager to cash in.
The game’s on. Play to win—or expect to lose everything worth celebrating.
Stay furious. Stay awake. Stay dangerous.
– Mr. 47
