ART BY TIM BARRUS Smash Street
The thing you call a government has collapsed. I only have one question. When you add it all up, how is it even possible for any homo sapiens sapiens, or anything that crawls with a cerebellum, and at least one eye, could possibly be mistaken to be a confused visitor the size of a pug from Mars, New Mexico. How is this not a civil war. It is unfortunately not politik to call a thing a thing. No one wants to say what is going on. In our homo sapiens sapiens' biddy little brain cells. How do you make that right in a world where if you want something, you just take it. We will sell you Greenland before we own it. Soldiers in the streets killing people, kidnapping children, cuffing five-year-olds, and the masked men are taking me away ha ha, the masked men are taking me away.
I listened to a 14-year-old boy speak to his city council. "The government has collapsed. It has to stop." Legitimacy. For once, the adults in the room seemed to listen. " I concur. The government has collapsed. “I don't know what to do." Yes, you do know what to do. Even at 14, you know what to do. We are handing you what they always hand us -- a whole lot of lies and spies -- Americans have chosen a convicted criminal to lead them, and none of it is working. Even down here in the South, we know it is not working. There is always a napalm fog surrounding the politikal swamp creatures who bottom feed from the mother ship. And not just DC America. Last Man Standing is a fool's errand. We always pay and pay.
