Becoming sicker and sicker of Carson’s ways makes me fight harder and harder against their ways. This shelter is going to continue to be talked about, exposed. You think I’ll lose heart and get emotionally caved in? You think my apathy will eventually overrun my desire to want to help? Nope. Gil, you’re wrong. I’m going to keep coming at you my brother. I’m going to keep saying hi, keep visiting your shelter, keep photographing “your” dogs. There’s nothing that you can do to change that. You’re going to keep killing the Pit Bulls, keep stereotyping them, keep justifying the doing of all of these awful things to them. I’m going to keep talking about it. You’re going to keep protecting those who don’t do their job, keep protecting the compassionless, keep handcuffing the ones who give a damn. I’m going to keep talking about it. You’re going to keep doing the same old things and pretending that you’re making a difference, keep sitting on your hands and pretending that you’re making the genuine efforts. I’m going to keep reminding people that you’re not. You cannot shut me up. You will not shut me up. Killing more dogs to get back at me, like a spineless little goblin, isn’t going to make me go away. Targeting specific dogs that you see me network, like a vindictive little coward, isn’t going to make me go away. I’ll just keep talking about it. I see wrong, it’s you. I see wrong, it’s Marcia. This will be stated, over and over again. That is all.