Losing the War Against Reality...

Folk #1: Ha. Ha. Ha. The Mad-Would-Be-King is at War with Reality. It really is hilarious. I mean, it's hilarious, except there are some real, dire consequences for the rest us. So, you know, it's a special kind of hilarious that also hurts & cuts deep. Funny stuff that is deadly too. Potent. People will die. People will be harassed & arrested, people will be bombarded with lies & idiocy. People will rise up and cry "Uncle!"

So, yeah, a war on reality, near & far.

"Over there," the War in Iran, is not going well for the USA. Not surprising in the least. The stupidest, least capable folks imaginable led us into a certain losing proposition. What does the Would-Be-Mad-King do when he loses a War? Lie. Rant. Pound the table. Demand that everyone see that he actually won. Shite. That is maddening for everyone involved. Not a little thing. Dead people. Lots of them. For no good reason. All those dead soldiers and civilians can't be lied away.

"Over here," the reflecting pool fiasco just keeps spinning out. Our Would-Be-Mad-King is sure there are "reflecting pool vandals" that must be punished. It's all a fucking mirage. The contactor fucked up. It was botch job from the first. A no-bid contract given to another fraud. What is fraud x fraud? More fraud. What happens when the world responds: "There were no reflecting pool vandals, you idiot?" The Would-Be Mad-King lies, rants, pounds the table once again. He demands we all see & hear what he wants us to see & hear. Fuck that. No deal. The raving loser doesn't get a win. The Would-Be-Mad-King can never own up to his own fuckups or failures. Fuckup & Failure? The ocean he swims in.

This War with Reality? For sure, I'm betting on Reality.