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At least five put up in Highlands & Benton Blvd/Jimmy Deloach Rd. Be mindful. Our surveillance is growing.

I finished KH1 last month, and I thought it was one of the most life-changing games I’ve ever played (TLOU2 held that position for a long time).

However, I just finished KH2 and my emotions are a mess. I was ugly crying soon as Sora and Riku got back to the island. The way Donald and Goofy come running up to them, the music, the smiles, Sora barely being able to say, “We’re back.” and omg Kairi 😭 “You’re home.” I’m getting goosebumps again, and I’m actually tearing up.

Just needed to express my emotions about the game bc I’m in my early 20s, and nobody I know IRL has played this game.

I think I’m supposed to play Birth By Sleep next? (I’ll be honest, I skipped CoM bc the card combat wasn’t really interesting to me). I really just want to jump into KH3 next. Is the third one just as emotional? I can’t believe I never played these games before. I feel like I’m a new person LOL

Dear Keepers of the Illusion,

Congratulations.

You have built a place where appearance is mistaken for justice, where paperwork outweighs principle, and where statistics matter more than the people buried beneath them.

You celebrate another successful prosecution while families still wait for answers about sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers whose violent deaths have long since become forgotten case numbers in filing cabinets collecting dust.

Justice, apparently, is easier when the defendant is convenient.

You parade low-level offenders through courtrooms with remarkable efficiency. Harassment? Petty offenses? Administrative victories? Those make for clean numbers and tidy press releases. They are measurable. They are inexpensive. They are safe.

Meanwhile, the crimes that leave neighborhoods shattered remain unsolved, year after year.

What an extraordinary coincidence.

The city lectures people about accountability while refusing to examine its own.

Law enforcement is handed extraordinary authority, yet too often seems interested in enforcing compliance before earning trust. Education comes second. De-escalation becomes optional. Reflection is rare. The badge is treated as proof of wisdom rather than a responsibility requiring constant humility.

And then there are the courtrooms.

Everyone insists race no longer matters.

Yet somehow poverty keeps wearing the same faces.

Some communities somehow keep producing the same defendants.

Some neighborhoods somehow receive the same neglect.

Everyone pretends these patterns simply appeared out of thin air, as though centuries of policy, opportunity, and selective investment had nothing to do with them.

Remarkable.

Money disappears into initiatives that promise transformation, while streets remain broken, schools remain underfunded, neighborhoods remain abandoned, and generations inherit exactly the same disadvantages as those before them.

The budget grows.

Hope doesn’t.

And Savannah—

What a tragedy that one of America’s most historically rich cities is so often reduced to pictures on social media. 

Tourists sip cocktails beneath moss-covered oaks while only a few blocks away families struggle through cycles that have outlived mayors, commissioners, police chiefs, and campaign slogans alike.

The architecture is (barely) preserved.

The people are not.

History is polished into entertainment while the descendants of that history are expected to quietly endure whatever comes next.

Perhaps that’s the greatest achievement of all…

Making injustice feel so ordinary that outrage begins to sound unreasonable.

*sigh*

Despite everything, this letter is not written because Chatham County is beyond saving.

It’s written because it isn’t.

Cities are not their governments.

Communities are not their headlines.

The people who volunteer, teach, mentor, comfort grieving families, coach little league, clean parks, protect neighbors, and quietly carry one another through impossible weeks—they are the reason this place continues to deserve hope.

They deserve institutions worthy of them.

So here’s the challenge:

Solve the murders (maybe even the case about the woman who had ACID thrown in her face)!

Invest before problems become prosecutions!

Teach before punishing!

Value restoration alongside accountability!

Protect culture instead of selling it!

Remember that justice is measured not by conviction rates but by public trust!

Because history has a long memory.

And eventually every courthouse, every police department, every elected official, every judge, and every institution will be remembered for a single question:

When your community needed courage, did you protect the people—or merely protect the system?

Until that answer changes…

——A citizen who refuses to confuse order with justice.

I've grown into a heavy pattern of preparing the same meals over and over and over again. But the convenience is undeniable since I'm worked to death and barely any energy left for the gym once I clock out. I meal prep best I can, but sticking to the same grocery list has helped my budget, but I suck at making like flavorful and juicy entrees, so trying to get recommendations for anything that a caveman with crippling depression can make (haha) - thanks

e: think someone is downvoting everyone's comments, sorry guys. weird behavior. who knew food could be triggering haha

e2: WOW!! some amazing recs that I cannot believe I've never thought of. i feel like i gotta write out my meal prep plans going forward since i have so many options now haha. very filling suggestions, I'm excited to experiment in the kitchen this week! thanks