It keeps charging. It keeps pushing forward. It keeps moving. Any blockade put between it and its goal is dealt with appropriately. Shields are disarmed. Officers are beaten dead or unconscious. There is no room for weakness. No room for woe. There is no room for regret. You fight on until you win.

This is what a revolution looks like. The thirsty drink while fighting. The hungry eat while fighting. The tired fall back while the energetic continue. The dead shield the living. It doesn't relax, it doesn't try to be peaceful, it doesn't stop until the problem is dead.

The cartels are going down. What is killing them? Peaceful protests? A bunch of antifatards throwing milkshakes at police? The US? ICE? A bunch of pissed off weebs and gamers flying the Luffy flag violently brutalizing their police and storming their capitals leaving none alive.