Blood is on someone’s hands. Scores of schoolgirls, other civilians, 6 American military members killed. More likely to come. It’s so very cold.
Oh well, The Donald says– from the luxurious comfort of Mar a Lago, adorned with another stupid hat. Such are the consequences of war, whether it’s declared or just foisted on a population.
War is war, something at which humans have always excelled, but the saddest of commentaries on our species. And in the current case, it may very well serve the additional purpose of an excuse for postponing the mid-term elections.
How long will hostilities last—a week, four or five weeks, months, years? How about for as long as Trump needs them to last? He’s been talking about starting a war with Iran since Barack Obama was President, saying he would be surprised if Obama wasn’t desperate enough to create such a distraction.
Obama most likely never gave it a thought, but Trump has brought it to fruition, because he’s a soulless animal, a vessel of darkness from which no light escapes. It has always been difficult to comprehend the emptiness, the desperation, the depravity, yet we’ve been living with their consequences for more than ten years now.
Of course, it’s not just Donald. There are many others around him for whom starting a war in a hotbed like the Middle East is just what the doctor ordered. Slick-haired Petey boy is having the time of his life playing Secretary of War– ooh….
Trouble is, their twisted logic may lead to a scenario that spirals out of control.
No! Really? In a quiet little hamlet like the Middle East?
Meanwhile, at home, the cost of living rises, and untenable choices become the order of the day. And POTUS couldn’t give less of a shit.
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