So, we’re in a big, fat war and it’s getting bigger every time I check the news (and I’m perniciously online). Our reality show president, Dementia Don the Pedophile King, and his pet Secretary of WAR, the drunk, White Christian Nationalist and former weekend Fox “News” couch sitter with zero relevant, real military experience, are running the show. Oh yeah, coked out lil’ Marco Rubio is there to stutter out his own special, mangled, circular takes on why the fuck these unqualified, moronic, dumbfuckian, rotted rutabagas thought dropping bombs, murdering over 150 elementary schoolgirls, amongst others, was the bestest route to peace.
Apparently we have an infinite number of bombs and our perma-sozzled, Nazi glorifying dickless wonder of a defense secretary wants to drop every single one of them.
We’re probably all gonna die.
I wonder how thrilled all those suckers 'scuse me, countries who ponied up a cool billion to join Pedo’s little Board of Peace are now? So far, Iran has hit Israel, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates (UAE), Kuwait, Bahrain, Oman, and Jordan. All but Iraq and Oman belong to Trump’s little club. 
Oman got an invitation to join Donny’s clique but hadn’t replied before bomb time. I suspect they’re gonna be a straight “no, thank you” now. Dunno why Iraq, Turkmenistan, Syria, Yemen, and Afghanistan didn’t get invites. Maybe they didn’t strike the old orange con man as easily fleeced marks?
By the by, if we're going to be strictly accurate and shit, shouldn't the name of his fanboi frat be spelled out as Bored of Peace?
Folks on Threads have been talking about their World War III nuclear preparedness plans.
Where I live is more or less ground zero for multiple attacks, being nestled between a naval base, a nuclear submarine base and a shipyard. My disaster response plan in the event nuclear attack is to have every molecule in my body reach 1,000,000°C and vapourise at roughly the speed of light.
This plan requires no special equipment, training or practice. Of course, according to American survival plans, if I can find a school desk to hide under, then all bets are off.
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If given the choice, I choose instant incineration over a long, slow, excruciating death from radiation poisoning.
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A doctor friend of mine recommended cyanide pills in the event of nuclear war, but they’re not currently available on Amazon.
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Welding glasses, beach chair, 3 pineapple jalapeño buzz balls.
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I’m in MD, real close to D.C. So, that said...My deck chair, sunglasses, and a bottle of Macallan 25 for one last delicious drink, while I watch the mushroom cloud for .5 seconds until the end.
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I live on the river in Southeast Ohio. I’m pretty sure we’re not making it and if we do we’re crawling out with several legs and arms and multiple eyes. Maybe a head or two.
Instant mutation just add radiation.
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I’m near a major refinery, an Air Force base and a Navy shipyard. I’ll be in my garden with a large gin and tonic.
The death toll so far? In Iran, at least 1,230, with more than 6,000 people wounded. In Israel? 19 civilians. Lebanon? At least 77. Bahrain – one. Kuwait – five. United Arab Emirates – three. Syria – four. Iraq – 13. U.S military dead – six.
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
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Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
~ Masters of War, Bob Dylan
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