War

Back when fucking Reagan got elected as the president of the shithole country immediately to the south of my fat fucking land the world was scared as hikers with a pair of cougars on their tail. My friends and I, all in our prime soldiering years, made plans. Fuck if we were going fight a rich man’s war. One in which many, if not all, of us would get incinerated in. Much to our surprise we did not have to follow through on our plans. Learned something from that we did. Rich fuckers like to lay The Fear on the rest of us heavy as they can.

Which brings us to today’s smelly, smelly shitshow. Been a whole lot of talk about nuclear war hasn’t there? Don’t fucking buy it. The situation is not all that different from when my old boss threatened to sell the company, move to the Bahamas, and spend his last decades sailing mindlessly around the Caribbean. My fellow workers and I knew that was a bullshit threat and treated it as such. Bosses like bossing people around. A post-nuclear scenario offers few opportunities for that sort of thing and the rich would be more likely to have their babies being roasted on an open fire than anyone else’s scrambling around for a meal.

So. Make plans. Just in case you know. But in the mean time do what threatened working people have been doing for centuries: get organized. Time is never wasted doing that.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=v0Uc6ZWDF3c&list=RDv0Uc6ZWDF3c&index=1