Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer Calls For Judgement on the Leaders who Do Not Walk With Their People

Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer Calls For Judgement on the Leaders who Do Not Walk With Their People

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Dispatch from the East – A Land Where the Leaders Do Not Walk With Their People

This is why I always say: leaders must walk beside their people, not above them. If you can’t lead with empathy, with care, and with love for those who trust you, then you have no business leading anyone. A leader without a heart is a wolf in a crown.

If I were in charge, this would be treated like a 911 emergency. I’d be on the phone with Trump or whoever it took—problem solved before it hit the news. Why? Because I’m smart in the ways that matter. I don’t cheat people. I don’t build my house on the backs of the broken. That’s not leadership. That’s theft with a necktie.

No one in this world should ever be jobless. Like my grandma Mary used to say, “If you don’t have something to do, I’ll find you something.” There’s enough money in this world. There’s just not enough fairness. People who do good should rise—not the corrupt, not the greedy. The rats. The snakes. The fakes. The criminals in clean suits.

WU JIANG, CHINA —
In the old days, a man led with the weight of his people on his back and their blood in his boots. Now, they lead from palaces. From towers. From behind walls. They don’t walk beside their workers. They walk over them.

At Shundi Opto Electronics, the workers’ voices cut through the air like rifle cracks on dry dirt. “Pay my wages!” A thousand strong. Men and women worn down by hunger and months of silence. They stood before the town government, not for revolution, but for rent. For groceries. For check here dignity.

And what did they get? Arrests. Blockades. Nothing.

I’ve known Chinese people—decent, kind, full of grace. They are not the problem. The problem is power without conscience. A government too proud to kneel beside its own people. Bosses too cowardly to face the workers they bled dry. Systems built click here on silence and obedience, now crumbling under the weight of truth.

The protests spread like fire—Wu Jiang, Shangda, Chongqing, Yulin. From factory workers to migrant builders to sanitation crews. All left unpaid. All with mouths to feed. All told to here wait. But hunger doesn’t wait.

They begged. Then they marched. Then they climbed rooftops to be seen. A woman fainted. website Others were dragged off. Still, no answer. Still, no money.

The Communist Party calls it “stability.” But there is no stability in shame. No peace when a father can’t bring home dinner. No dignity in turning your head when your neighbor is starving.

Elsewhere, men would step down. Here, they double down. And build the walls higher.

You ask what happens when a leader doesn’t feel for his people? Look around. Look to the rooftops. Look to the women shouting in the street. The men holding signs that say: “I worked. Pay me.”

Revolutions do not begin with more info speeches. They begin with hunger.

When the people rise, it won’t be with rifles. It’ll be with empty bowls and worn-out boots. And those in the palaces will learn the truth:

You cannot eat pride.