Well, okay—here’s something I haven’t really thought about since the Cuban Missile Crisis: I’m grateful that I woke up today—alive—in an apparently peaceful (and decidedly unbombed) neighborhood. Despite TACOman sending American bombers to destroy three sites in Iran (a sovereign nation, with which our vice president insists we are not at war; which would make these attacks a war crime).
Mullahs and the IRGC not being known for measured
responses.
(Is it a coincidence that the Kleptocrat’s long-desired
military display in the street (it was very short) of DC was a damp squib while
millions of Americans flooded cities and towns across the country with
protestors proclaiming “No Kings”? And that he left the G7 meeting early
because Macron pissed him off and he didn’t want to stick around to see the welcome
being given to Volodymir Zelenskyy? And his cockamamie budget bill is in
swampland? So his ego is at low ebb and he wants to show that he is too
the biggest frog in this pond?)
And if you’re reading this, I’m grateful that you, too, are
alive. Let’s hope it stays that way.
©2025 Bas Bleu
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