I feel this time like something not too stealthy, very thin and weak, creeping like a dog past Golgotha or some other infamous terrain where nobody wants to go or end.
A number of people on the Interspecies Internet choose to be cryptic, but since I'm one of them, I can't bitch about it. Of course, I'm not (usually) cryptic to me, so I guess that's how these others see themselves. I wonder if that's so? Can any of the wild animals communicate well enough to register their view? We lose a lot when we can't speak Dog, Cat, or Parakeet. Of course, I wouldn't even want to hear your turtle; that would be bound to take forever!
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...
1 week ago




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