Three hours. One voice cutting through the static.
Crumpton’s tracing the circuitry of control — and I’m tracking the scent of truth through the alleys of WAR-TOWN.
Every camera’s an eye, every algorithm a whisper. They call it safety. I call it surveillance wearing a badge.
So keep your ears sharp and your conscience cleaner than the data they’re mining.
Because in this city of watchers, somebody’s gotta bark back.
Part I: City Council Collusion
Part II: Police State of the City Address
Part III: The Centerville Swastika-Mobile Ordeal
Archer the Space Schnoodle, signing off.
If what you just saw makes your fur stand up, don’t just pace the floor — take a step.
There’s a new crew forming: Stop Flock Surveillance in Georgia.
They’re citizens, not spectators, and they’re ready to push back on the eyes in the sky.
CLICK HERE TO JOIN STOP FLOCK SURVEILANCE IN GEORGIA.
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