The absurd stupidity of what was done to Iraq demonstrated to the hidden Axis camera that the West puts up very little resistance to its ignorance-ization by forces impinging on our congenitally sophomoric self-esteem.  Martin Sheen’s geopolitical operations from his moonshine West Wing were on full exhibition throughout the AIDS onslaught; we're just about beyond that now.  Most of the ragtags I’ve loafed with would feel pretty decked out if Roger Waters paid them mind.  The series of attacks that put the knights of resignation into full military showdown has roots in chummy espionage.  Little chance is involved in the strongman show of Toon, Putin, Netanyahu and Zelensky, with carnage happy moneybags like Biden and McConnell doing what they can to keep vigilante maniacs on their leash.

       The revolting story that the Japanese managed to get told owes much to Israeli vipers and foreign English lopers from the dressing rooms of Sinatra’s Vegas like Bowie and his squad of fanny shines, always noted for huns from Mr. Patrick Buchanan’s peasant army to exchange favors.  The aesthetic is a nostalgia for black and white trench movies.

         Nothing else bothers me.  The leapfrog games of open mic bullies is as tedious as the incense-burners passing out the wrong flyers from oppo-world over a one night stand conspicuously paid for and sponsored by Catholic bullworker.

        Just as Bush and HitlerReagan (who knows which dominated who) threw away the FDR ticket and America’s Victory at sea with domestic gunboat diplomacy and the moronic foray into Nixon’s Vietnam they managed to wangle moral defeat again with the help of a Queer Warden and his drone warrior sidekick after the Cold War.  Ecology was never a consideration except as a sock about the Second Cumming.

         The shits in the Beatles used to have this song of the grunting in their natural estate called Piggies and somehow foaming beard their drummer managed to click his ruby slippers and summon RFK back from the dead of fentanyl addiction to do time for his slave pens but I like the way fentanyl and Netanyahu click as a visual rhyme.

          Nothing explains the pulverization of Gaza.  It is as though Satan has arisen where God was needed most.  It’s obvious that Blinken and his spiderboys don’t know when to fuck themselves.