So apparently we're not out of the woods yet. In spite of the fact that the Cheeto-faced, ferret-wearing Shitgibbon didn't have a clue where his warships were last week, the sabre-rattling has ramped up again between him and the other mentally unstable national leader with severe penis-anxiety.
The orange menace to humanity is apparently demanding that all 100 members of the Senate come to the White House on Wednesday for a briefing on North Korea. This is not normal.
Does this bother anyone other than me? What insanity has 45 got planned? His popularity is tanking (although fully 98% of his brain-dead supporters who were surveyed said they'd vote for him again, go figger), his Russian collusion is closing in, and even members of his own party are starting to talk about Impeachment.
Can't have that!
It's times like these that I almost wish I was still a spiritual person and believed that nothing which happened in the physical realm had any effect on the true luminous selves that occupy and animate these skin-suits. I'd be able to rationalize the potential destruction of human civilization and all life on earth as nothing more than a lesson-to-be learned. Horrible, yes, but in the grand scheme of things, probably inconsequential. Another instance of a species rising from the muck, reaching for the stars and then self-extinguishing. (Probably why we've never been contacted by other civilizations; 99.999% of them follow this same path, and the ones who somehow manage to outlive their childhood are so distant from each other they never make contact.)
But I can't think like that any more. I don't want that to be our path. I don't want to see all that humanity has accomplished disappear in a flash of light. And most importantly, I do not want myself or my friends and loved ones to be among the unfortunate survivors of a war started by the clearly deranged sociopath occupying the White House.
And so I worry, and I fret, and I go to bed every night wondering if I'm going to wake up the next morning to the horrific news that the Mangled Orange Hellbeast has touched off World War III…or if I will even wake up at all.
I lived through the terror that this type of pissing contest engendered when I was a child. After decades of living without impending doom hanging over me, thanks to intelligent, empathetic men, it is almost beyond comprehension to think that this psychotic piece of shit could end the world as we know it.
Have you read anywhere what, if any, kind of warning we'll get? Will I get an emergency alert on my iPhone? DIRECTV? Will they bother? Will there be time?
know the feeling. 🙁