Corruption in America didn’t start yesterday. It crept in quietly, dressed in patriotism and uniformed authority, settling comfortably around World War II and digging its heels in deep the moment John F. Kennedy’s head snapped back on that grim Dallas day. From that moment forward, the promise of liberty and justice turned sour, morphing into an insidious game rigged by those sworn to uphold the rules.
Consider your everyday beat cop. Sure, you need them when chaos erupts, when the wolves start prowling your doorstep—but here’s the ugly truth: the very system designed to protect your freedoms is also designed to exploit them. Take open carry, for instance. Perfectly legal in many places, a constitutional right proudly exercised by citizens across this land. Yet, any cop, any time, can and will roll up on you, disarm you, and pocket your firearm under the dubious umbrella of "public safety." And guess what? You’re not getting it back. Your property becomes theirs, seized under opaque regulations backed by badges and bureaucracy. It’s theft by any other name.
This isn’t rogue officers running wild—this is systemic corruption, baked into every layer of law enforcement, local to federal. They seize cars, cash, guns—hell, anything they want—under the guise of "civil asset forfeiture," a polite term for legalized theft. And it’s not isolated; it’s routine, expected, normalized. This unchecked power corrodes public trust, turning protectors into predators, guardians into gangsters.
When corruption wears a badge, it poisons the whole well. The rot didn’t start with your local PD, nor will it end there. It courses through our institutions, hollowing out democracy from the inside. Kennedy’s assassination might have marked the loss of America’s innocence, but every stolen firearm, every seized dollar, every abused right since then has hammered another nail into the coffin of the American dream.
