Pray For Peace

We’re really doing this again?

Not even a breather from the last barn dance?

All right, let’s do this.

You would have to be a special kind of stupid to get involved in a border clash in eastern Europe without death on the line, and make no mistake about it death is NOT on the line for the Western Powers.

I will not eat the bugs.

I will not live in the pod.

I will not take the mystery shot.

I will not hate the Russians.

The Russian people are not my people, but I have learned to honor them with a great deal of grudging respect.  They live in a hostile environment, surrounded on all sides by hostile powers, and somehow they just keep standing tall.  You can knock them down, but they keep their dukes up and keep throwing wild haymakers at all comers.  You’ve got to respect them for that.

They will always be welcome here.

And if their leader can deliver a stinging humiliation to the godless technocrats who have subjugated my own nation, so much the better.

But I don’t have much more to say about this whole situation, because the war is as fake as the virus.  That is to say, there may be tiny little grains of truth buried beneath mountains of lies.

[Edit to add: Spoiler Alert!]