“That’s the way it is.”
I am sorry but I just can’t do it this morning.
Can’t put on a mask and try to distract myself and maybe you or someone else with art or other things pertaining to beauty and the ethereal. Can’t lose myself in music or poetry.
Ever since I saw the clip of that stupid sonofabitch addressing the American people yesterday where he slurred out those five words above, I have been livid.
Oh, well, three dead already, many more seriously injured, and there are going to be more, maybe many more, because I don’t know how long we’re going to be here and have no plan on how to end this thing.
What could go wrong?
After all, I have purged most of the most experienced negotiators and military leaders and replaced them with people like me– super-brainiacs with no morals or ethics that are loyal to me alone. I have the best lackeys, only have the brightest and the best around me. How can this plan without a plan fail when we have my son-in-law and another billionaire buddy negotiating for us?
This war, as I call it, will make all Americans safer and richer and healthier and happier and more loved and respected around the globe. Trust me. Haven’t I always told you the truth? Haven’t I always carried through on my promises?
Yes, prices might spike on things for a while, maybe a year or two or three. You don’t mind paying more for gas and groceries– that’s an old-timey word, you know? And you don’t mind if we cut healthcare and welfare and things like that? It has to be done. It costs a lot of dough to carry out this war and how else can we pay for the billion or so it costs every day for god knows how long this war will last if we don’t get it from you leeches?
And, yes, we might have to crack down on our freedoms here in the US to make sure we’re safe from terrorists and those who don’t agree with this war. Yes, we might have to suspend elections because foreigners and traitors are trying to influence and steal them.
So, if a few dozen troops– okay, maybe hundreds or thousands– have to die for my war, that’s a small price to pay. That’s a price I am willing to pay, a sacrifice I am willing to make.
And if we have to wantonly kill schoolchildren in their schools and the sick in their hospitals, that, too, is a sacrifice I am willing to make.
You know there is no sacrifice too great for me to make.
That’s the way it is.
Goddamn it. I hate writing that and know that it does nothing. But the idea that these troops are going to die for absolutely no reason at this time is maddening. They are not dying to free a people. If we had a plan– and we don’t outside of flattening the cities of Iran, Giza-style–it would be to replace one repressive regime with another.
The only thing it might achieve is in further protecting the billionaire elites and oligarchs from accountability of any sort. To make their slice of the pie larger. And that is most likely the only goal of this war, as he has called it.
We have come so far as a species yet find ourselves living in the stupidest of times, led by the greediest, most dishonest, most amoral and unethical, least compassionate and empathetic morons we could find.
What could go wrong?
I know this doesn’t help in any way. Sure as hell doesn’t change a thing or sway a mind anywhere. I have to do it for myself, so that I don’t blow out gasket in my head this morning. I guess I just want where I stand on this to be on record when the shit finally hits the fan.
And the shit will certainly hit the fan, sooner or later.
This will not end well in any ways. For us. For the Iranian people. For the Middle East or the rest of the world.
And certainly not for our troops.
That’s the way it is…
UPDATE: Minutes after posting this, I have discovered that three US F-15 aircraft have been shot down by friendly-fire over Kuwait in the last 24 hours. What could possibly go wrong?
Redtree Times 
I totally hear you. This whole thing is a dumpster fire! Lately, I cannot handle anything more out this man’s mouth, let alone the horrors unleashed on people here and abroad, past and present. The shootings of Renee and Alex sent me over the edge. The latest release of the files, and the small amount of content I did learn about made me pause and really consider how much is enough for me to take in before it’s too much.
So I’ve scaled way back on time spent on content these past few weeks, and that is helping me mentally and emotionally. I’m focusing on my plans and goals and the things I value most. For the past 6 years, I’ve given thousands and thousands of hours and days to keeping up with current events and furthering my education in civics and history and and and. I’ve shared and written content primarily for my maga circle of friends and family, not likely making much of a dent. It’s been an enlightening, but exhausting experience, and I’m tired of being angry every day. I need to rest, find balance, and redirect my energy into something more positive and purposeful. I retired 2 years ago, and I must live MY life while I still can.
It is my hope that you are taking care of yourself too. The world needs you primed for healing!
It is also my hope that the orange menace is dealt a serious blow ASAP. We could all use a tall glass of 🍾