The Living, Who Refuse to Join The Walking Dead (BALTIMORE – August 3, 2025) – Not another roundtable of buzzwords.Not another staged press conference with no follow-through.Not another sanitized statement while the streets cry out for real change. Baltimore doesn’t need more lip service.We need truth.We need action.We need leaders willing to face the wreckage—without hiding behind talking points. Let’s be clear: This is no longer about how addiction started.We know the history—crack, pills, poverty, trauma, abandonment.We’ve read the reports, seen the documentaries, and lived the aftermath. Now the question is: What are you going to do about it? Because today, our children are stepping over needles just to get to school.They’re watching people nod off in broad daylight like it’s normal.They’re absorbing this chaos and calling it life. And you expect families to raise their children here?You expect businesses to invest here?You expect tourists to snap selfies at the Inner Harbor while just blocks away, entire communities are drowning in pain? Let’s stop pretending.Baltimore has become ZombieMore—The city that bleeds and can’t read.The city buried under the weight of failed leadership, broken policies, and political cowardice. You call it harm reduction.We see harm distribution. Narcan in vending machines.Free syringes like party favors.Methadone on every corner, and drug clinics multiplying like fast food chains.But where is the protection for the rest of us? Where’s the safety for the child playing on the porch five feet from an overdose?Where’s the care for the grandmother afraid to walk to the store past slumped bodies and discarded syringes? And let’s finally address the double standard:Why are alcoholics arrested for public intoxication while heroin users get free Narcan and a pat on the back? Yes, addiction is a disease.So is alcoholism.But only one group gets consequence-free collapse.Only one gets sympathy, subsidies, and “safe zones”—While the rest of us are told to look away, to “understand,” to keep enduring. That’s not compassion.It’s cowardice.It’s the politics of fear—afraid to be called “insensitive” while entire communities pay the price for your political correctness. Giving Narcan to an active addict without a path to recovery is like handing a drowning man a straw.It’s not mercy.It’s malpractice. Let’s talk about the clinics.These grant-fed, non-profit-lined warehouses of managed misery.They don’t heal.They don’t restore.They contain, monitor, trap. Drive down North Avenue, Pennsylvania Avenue, Monument Street—you’ll see the damage.Not the damage of the people, but the systems pretending to help them.This is not healthcare. It’s hustle.It’s an economy built on addiction. And no—you didn’t put these clinics in Roland Park, or Canton, or Federal Hill.You put them in Sandtown, Cherry Hill, and East Baltimore—already broken, already abandoned.Because those neighborhoods are easier to sacrifice. This isn’t about healing.It’s about money.It’s about maintaining misery because it pays. And we are done. Done watching nonprofits get richer while communities crumble.Done watching overdose rates rise while you cut ribbons on new clinics.Done watching this death spiral be branded as progress. You call this treatment?We call it policy warfare. So let’s talk results.What’s the success rate of…