You can already see stories, rumors, and the usual pile of guano warning of a possible draft to get people to fight in yet another unwanted, unnecessary war in We have to have a longer memory than that…
The last time we stuck our noses where it didn’t belong, we got our asses whipped by Vietnam.
Or am I the only one who still remembers our flag being ripped down at the U.S. Embassy as choppers airlifted the last few Americans to safety?
I seem to recall the draft not being very popular in that era either…
Now the president is upset because Iran is planting sea mines across the Strait of Hormuz.
Hello?
I thought you told us the war with Iran was over?
What about warfare do you not understand, Mr. Trump?
There is a school of thought that believes that he is only starting global warfare scenarios so that he can claim it as yet another war he ended when he stops being a fuckhead and wakes up from our nightmare…
Ahem, I happen to be president of that university.
Broward residents in Florida are in quite the quandary…
What to name a portion of their street in honor of the president?
Asshole Avenue was the early leader; Pedophile Place a close second, and Psychopath Circle rounds out the ballot.
I’ll keep you posted…
You are 18.
Your whole life ahead of you.
But you are in such a hurry.
To go fast.
Faster.
You know of an illegal “race track” which is really nothing more than an abandoned piece of unpatrolled road located close to where families dwell.
You put every cent you can get your hands on getting your car ready to race even faster to the exclusion of all else.
You pull up to the starting line and look your competition right in the eye.
There is no mistaking that look.
My ride is faster…
You rev your engine three times, the last pump of the accelerator sending a thundering roar through the cool Georgia morning.
You watch the girl in her too-tight shorts slowly raise her hands and then…
You floor it.
In that second, you are whole.
The fastest.
But all that power betrays you, sending you to a premature death in a head-first collision with a tree.
Your race is over.
Slow down.
Mickey Rourke finally has something on his rap sheet that I don’t. He was evicted from his rental property.
Now I take no pleasure at all hearing that anybody got evicted; it’s hard enough to get by in this world if you have a place to live. And, unlike many, I derive no EXTRA pleasure from the fact that at one time, the actor had a successful film career and plenty of money.
He’s just a person who fucked up and doesn’t know shit about responsibility.
But he’s still a person.
Now is the time for him to realize the ceiling he once touched is now his basement floor.
Now we’ll see what Mickey Rourke is really made of.
Stay well.
