The Great Wake 6: Tired Generals Of Last Century

He looked across the table and sized up his foe, a baby with candy.  Easy pickings, dude can't get his thumbnail out of his teeth.  The opposite of stoic, more like a bafoon, a village idiot, a weak and frail rotted soul, compromised by his past indiscretions.  A known grifter, a known groper, a known racist.  The Russian matched the pot and called.

Proclamations of significant sanctions, name calling and pouting, nervous laughter and cryptic responses.  Gone America for now, that stench is from DC, our fenced in capital.  It's all razor wired now.  A standoff is good for some involved, this game of chicken is profitable.  Follow the money.

News screen readers is all we got, amateur viralogists, and gabbers with no gifts of gab.  Retired, tired generals of last century blabber for pay, their analysis taken for truth by the mopey dopey class of society.  They got to say something.  Then the host nods perfectly, just like it's written on their teleprompter, "Thanks for joining us, let's all hope for the best.  Back after the break to highlight the difference between home equity values broken down by vaccine status, and cross referenced by ethicity, you may be alarmed."