Friday, January 13, 2017

This sick freak means war

Trump means war.

This freak called Trump is meaningless in so many ways except for sure he means war, is directed toward and destined to it.

Big war.

Not that he knows which war, exactly, and not that it will be anything like a rational choice, perhaps having even less to do with reality than Bush's wacky invasion of Iraq.

Right now:

- chances of conflict with China have gone up, since Trump wants to tease it about Taiwan.

- with Russia way down, given the economic cum sadomasochistic tie-ins between Trump and Putin (money plus, so it is rumored, golden showers, about which I can only ask, who was top and who toilet.)

- with Iran, should Trump tear up the nuke deal, close to a certainty.

The Orange Fuhrer won't be satisfied waging war against CNN or BuzzFeed, or even invading the NY Times. Such conflicts will not come close to draining him of his inexhaustible belligerence. Sooner or later — for sure —he'll go for the harder stuff. Count on it.

Yes, he'll do other, how shall I put it, evil stuff, too. But war, as I see it, takes precedence. War is what you can't look away from. War is trauma. For the individual, the state, the globe. Forgive me for putting it this way, but war trumps peace.

This freak means war.

Big war. Including nuclear.

Of course I could be wrong and this episode in world history will pass away into a fog of peace.

I don't think so.

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