I need some sleep. I can tell because my thoughts are growing darker.

Work From Home.

Not for accounting, analytics,, Human Resources, but War.

Some “soldier” could sit in their chair, joystick in hard, and direct a drone wherever their superiors in the military bureaucracies direct their pawns. Maybe it’s a village in Yemen or Syria, southern Lebanon, Chechnya, Ukraine, India. Maybe Texas or California will be targets in a balkanized United States, where one state will drone-strike another.

It’s not just the USA that has drones. Pick a nation, you can bet they have them. The living room will be the new trench. Gender is irrelevant. Moral discernment is an annoyance.

We won’t know the madness we have wrought til it’s too late.

“Did you go to college to get stupid?”- Santino (Sonny) Corleone

It’s a little thought I need to develop.

We don’t have “foreign policy”. We have the dark dreams and needs and wants of powerful people, who feed those dreams and thoughts to the poets and propagandists they control.

They, in turn, give us reasons to perpetrate the unthinkable on innocent people, then craft stories to dramatise the “heroism”.

Fucked up? You bet it is. Go to any military cemetery and see their handiwork.

Oh and this,

Do Not Trust The Other Side.

They’re simply playing the same game from another place at the same table.

So it is almost 10:30 PM. I am tired. I feel as if I need to say something.

The hearing aids are easily becoming an unnoticeable, though necessary addition to my life.

There is drama around my son’s injury.He doesn’t believe he had a seizure, merely a fainting event due to exertion at the high altitude of Denver. His wife insists he did have a seizure and is adamant about him not driving for six months, as the law stipulates.

She has now moved out their home. It’s a mess.

I went swimming tonight. Thank Heaven.

I’m tired. I need to sleep,

That’s all.