I don’t care much, that’s how I feel. Or perhaps I care for all the wrong things. I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m tired of things not working out. Things big and small, small and big. They’ve all been a waste. Today’s been another waste. God knows why I even woke up.
War Is Hell, Part 373
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Donald Trump has spent the first year of his second term. . . . . .
mocking. bullying, threatening and pissing on countries that used to be
friends and all...
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)