A cold windy early morning in the Dutchy of Brooklyn. A big ol' full moon setting. Cold in many places these days. Had troubled dream. Incited by the fear mongering on the platforms. Digital termites do their jobs well.

Uncle Joe, and Aunt Harris are being tested locally, and out in the demented world. The Great Game continues. This as the Three Empires tickle the dragon,...as nuclear physicists say when they bleep around with nukes. China Russia, and what's left of America the beautiful do a Ghost dance with the lives of the whole world.

Just like the old days. ...posturing, and planning. 

How far can each be pushed. The Ukraine which we are pledged to defend,...and we will. Russia has taken half, and wants the rest. We say over our dead bodies...fuck'em. China is building actual islands in the South China seas to extend their regional sovereignty. No surprise there. Their Emperors have been doing stuff like that for 3000 years.

Mind you this bunch are just the three biggest, and drunkest jerks in the bar, and want to see what the limits might be. So chill. No nukes will fly...at least this week. 

However it's all click bate heaven for the platforms. Dement neo-Nazi preppers are selling nuke war survival kits to their fans. I think it consists of mats to kneel on so you can kiss ya butt goodbye as 50 megatons airbursts over you. That, and getting ready to celebrate the reinjection of #45 back into the White House,...any time now. Think Evangelical Cargo Cult.

Me I just want Chocolate, and lots of it. My Doc my whole family all my friends only allow me one or two hits a year. Seems they wants to keep me alive for some reason.

Whereas as I could sit watching really bad movies eating crates of Chocolate cakes eclairs cookies bars , and Easter Bunny candies...oh if only. It's the small things.