Some condemn me for committing Tyrannicide on the gerbils, drunken with power that Greensboro's local leaders have become. I see it as their own fault for not knowing their limits and backing away from the bar before corruption seizes their tiny rodent brains. For I neither offered the gerbils strong drink nor corrupted their causes, I simply waited outside their dens of inequity and trapped them as they crawled out, inebriated on their own beliefs that their sheer presence somehow makes the world a better place in which to live.
Inspired in-part by the phrase, "I like to attack like a drunken gerbil. nobody is expecting that." by Professor Hannah Rose Mendoza.
