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this trucker convoy has completely unified all the people with bad takes on my facebook. i just unfollow them all but keep those friends numbers up

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Girl i went to highschool with reposted this:
Me, telling the story again to my grandkids in the year 2050:
the bad guys kept lying, kept stealing from the people.
They ruined all the shops and stores, and lots of the people had no jobs and lost so much
Your mom and dad had no school. The bad guys lied and said it wasn't safe. They couldn't see friends. They weren't allowed to play sports. They weren't allowed any fun activities. They had to stay home and try to learn while Grampy and I had to keep working. They were very lonely and sad. They missed their friends, they missed their classmates and teachers.
The bad guys kept lying and the people got mad. They were being punished for standing up for themselves and keeping themselves safe.
The bad guys kept telling everyone to be scared and mad at each other.
They wanted all the people to do something dangerous even if they didn't want to. Some people did do it, and some didn't.
They tried to force them.
They wouldn't let them do anything until they gave in.
But those people resisted.
They believed in protecting their body, and more importantly, protecting the things that your great, great Grampy went to the great war to protect.
Even the people who did it, didn't believe in the others being forced to do it. It wasn't right. But the bad guys didn't care. They were nasty and evil, and only cared about themselves and their big promise of money from the even more evil big company.
The bad guys had turned so bad, they forgot what was good.
What was right.
They forget to care about the people they were suppose to help.
And it seemed so sad and so scary that it would never stop and that people were mad at the bad guys, and asked them to stop. They begged. They showed them the truth over and over.
No one listened.
It was hard on everyones heart, because everyone saw the truth....but it wasn't enough.
Until one day, in the 3rd year, someone said no. I'm going to drive to the Capital and make the evil King listen to me.
The people said how? You are one man! He won't listen.
He said I will ask my friends to come with me.
His friends said yes, they wanted to help because they lost their jobs because of the bad guys and the evil King.
So that small group asked anyone else "do you want to come too?"
It seemed so scary. They were just a small group. How could they make a difference?
The man said "we'll take our big trucks. Our biggest trucks that bring all the peoples food and clothes and wood and supplies.
We will drive our big trucks and we will park them at the Kings door.
We won't leave until he listens.
Do you still want to come? It will be a long drive, and we might have to sit in the Capital for a long time?
And almost all at once, everyone said "we're coming.....
And they did. They started their trucks and left from every corner of Canada. They left their families and didn't know how long they would be. They met others on the road who joined them. They grew in numbers.
From dozens, the hundreds until over 60 thousand trucks went to stop the evil King."
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"Nanny? Then what? What happened??"
"Baby, after everyone trying is hard to beat the evil guys, using the law, using the truth and make them see, after all the lives ruined and time lost and businesses closed.
After all the lying, and rules that hurt everyone.
After all that.... it was the truckers who saved us.