The Loudest Voices Often Come From the Wrong End

Authority wears many faces.
Some wear medals. Some wear uniforms. Some wear masks.

But sometimes, power reveals itself not through intelligence or integrity —
but through noise. Empty, ridiculous, bloated noise.

You see them — puffed up in camouflage, heavy with badges they gave themselves,
parading as protectors of the nation while silencing its soul.

They scream “order” but fear dissent.
They scream “security” but thrive on fear.
They scream “discipline” — yet act like tantrum-throwing children when questioned.

Their power doesn’t come from truth. It comes from volume.
From suppressing, not speaking. From punishing, not protecting.

And the irony?
The more they shout, the more they expose themselves.

They try to command respect, but become a parody.
They try to silence resistance, but instead amplify ridicule.
They wear stars and stripes — yet can’t even stomach a single question.

Their egos are louder than their service.
Their uniforms are tighter than their grip on reality.

But the people are watching.
They see the circus.
They hear the barking — and they’re no longer afraid. They’re bored.

Power without wisdom is just noise.
And when that noise comes from the wrong end — the whole nation starts to stink.

Enough is enough.
We’ve smelled the rot.
Now it’s time to flush it out.