Just when you think you have a handle on what is coming down, and you know it is going to be bad, like raining hell bad, and you think you have a grip on it because your relatively xanax free brain is looking at the horrible, earth-shattering crisis as a sort of logistical problem that can be broken down and handled pragmatically, step by step. And you are maybe thinking, it will seem better as each step of the path gets cleared off and smoothed out, and the people involved will survive cuz others have and we have enough resources and wits to make it through safely and we will handle it as well or maybe better than others have done, and it is possible to survive, then something comes along and, figuratively speaking, throws into the hellfire a can of charcoal lighter with a tiny puncture in it and the whole thing blows up like the fucking Hindenburg.
All of a sudden you want the Israeli’s to solve their own problems and you don’t give a shit who is the president. They are all assholes anyway .
A Hindenburg going into dock.
A Hindenburg almost all the way in a dock..
A lovely thing listening to a smooth talker.
Ooops. How did that get in there?
Children leaving the Hindenburg.
A person chortling somewhat maniacally
And so, become yourself, because the past is just a good-bye.