The Great Wake 31: We're Not At War

 

But, we're not at war.  There's no declaration, we have no stake, nothing to gain, no boots, no heels, no nothing on the ground.  Only suspicious reasons and dubious rationales about the fate of democracy, uttered by criminals and gropers.  Stealing our money tank by tank, we know gas should be 2 dollars a gallon, if that.  Oily bribes lead to oily blackmail.

Pull up your pants old man, your ass is hanging out.  No way you could run a gas station, updating prices daily, stocking the shelves with goodies and cold drinks, keeping the bathrooms clean, lottery tickets, cigarettes, vapes, rubbers.  No way.  Leave the gas stations alone, fool.  Go back to studdering sanction threats, shaming caucasians, and smelling up the place.

All the country is holding its nose, even the hypnotized.  After abortion, guns, air, and vote counting went bust at the Supreme Court.  Guess those robes have some juice after all, about damn time they called it clean.  The legislative branch gets pruned in the fall, then this country could work it's way back, but it's still gone for now.  Up and gone.