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For those who are curious or, perhaps, even somewhat confused behind the reason why I named this entertaining book Black Republicans: Swimming with Crocodiles, it’s my analysis of what life’s like behind their strange choice. Picture being in some unfamiliar body of water where you, at first, feel safe yet very dangerous eyes and intentions are on you. Though, seemingly, there are visible ways to avoid being eaten alive, your casual stay in that water is not a guarantee of being safe. But if it doesn’t make the wrong moves, well...
And, like any body of water with crocodiles in its vicinity, splash around and make the wrong moves and then watch what will happen. Since they won’t see you as just another crocodile, you will then only give them their sole objective in a croc’s life, which is to attack and eat you like you didn’t matter. There’s no negotiating, and they know there’s nowhere for you to run - excuse me - swim away to, even before you try.
Their intentions with you are sharp and felt by every other croc for miles. Simply put, what fight can you possibly put up? You’re not a crocodile like them, and you can’t pretend to be one. Reality says you’re nothing to them except a mere morsel. Go ahead, look toward any shoreline all you want. No matter who might be there, whether they look or seem just like you, they aren’t getting in that water to rescue you. So swim, scream, pray, try to fight - they’re crocodiles, and you don’t matter.