Russia targets Ukraine’s power grid as winter sets in. Cruelty knows no bounds. War creates its own momentum, because people just get increasingly pissed at each other. A huge, sad game of tit for tat.
How much longer can the world stand by before we’re looking at WWIII? What are the spoils going to be? What is the purpose, the plan for when the bombs stop and the dust settles and the blood stops flowing?
Is there a victor who emerges, who now rules the roost and enjoys the spoils? Or is it just more hardened feelings and long memories for revenge, and unwilling subjects who want no part of being ruled by some remote, power-hungry kleptocracy who couldn’t care less about anyone else’s well-being?
Who knows, maybe this will be when God shows up—when the cry “How long?” grows to a crescendo, a world-wide lamentation.
What a sad, cruel joke.
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