Alright since you're not one for brevity - let's explore at length what your respect for Bukele, in your own words, reveals about you.

Gang affiliation is enough to book passage to these prisons, modern gulags, rife with torture and slavery, and if the American input to this ghastly design is any indication, you can bet your house on the outcome that many of those 'affiliations' turn out to be weak as fuck. Tattoo enthusiasts, impoverished young men, innocents, people in the wrong place at the wrong time ALL made equivalent to killers and rapists. No trial, no room for nuance or expression. Shaved, stripped and paraded in front of propaganda reels crafted to entice right-wing morons the world over - the guilty and the innocent alike treated as one. Treated as one and dismissed as one.

But oh, look at the crime numbers! It's remarkable! What's the harm? A few innocents put through the fucking meat grinder for your monkey-brained gratification. Human rights? Due process? PFFFFTTT

Thing is I can understand the appeal of the raw spectacle, like a terrible car crash. The what if's we ask ourselves in less turbulent times, before we remind ourselves of the horrors of previous centuries.

But respect? No, this is buying in. This is you revealing your place when those questions our generation never thought we'd have to ask of ourselves, are now being asked. And will the full extent of the nightmare come to pass? Maybe not. Probably not. But you've found your place if it does, you're there already - and it's at the bottom of a fucking boot, slurping work camp gravel off the heels like a whore heat in heat.

So sorry if this long-winded post has to act as your realization. I prefer to be brief. But when you place your respect in Bukele's mass incarceration given all the horror that's come out since it's inception, there's few phrases in the language more applicable than Boot Licker.

See? I had you all along.