What the Everloving F***!

I did some online bitching Monday and Wednesday last week about the state of the U.S. Saturday, it got a hell of a lot worse.

Once again, we're in a war with no real objective. No exit plan.

And worse, no communication with our allies in the region. Which is why the Kuwaitis shot down three U.S. military jets, thinking they were incoming Iranian fighters.

And the idiots in Washington really thought what was left of the Iranian government wouldn't retaliate.

I admit I'm already sad from our friend's funeral on Saturday. Genius Kid made a point of calling on Saturday afternoon, his attempt to reassure us after news of the U.S. strike on Iran hit the airwaves.

I'm scared. I admit it. GK's current stint would have been up in August. He decided to stay in the Army. But I'm not scared just for him. As I bitterly told a friend yesterday, Tribblehead's cronies are doing their best to turn the U.S. into the Fourth Reich.

And I fear between the war in Ukraine and the one in Iran, we may have World War III on our hands.

Why I Need to Write Right Now

By now, I'm fairly certain most people have heard about the U.S. bombing of Iran.

My feelings right now are fairly complex. My son is stationed on a U.S. base in the Middle East. He was supposed to be rotated stateside later this summer. We don't know if that will happen as scheduled.

To make matters worse, Tribblehead (no, I will not be respectful to a convicted felon who has no remorse) cut quite a bit of funding to the Army for fun stuff like sports equipment. Our soldiers believe in themselves, their jobs, and their country, not necessarily in that order. They were already under a lot of stress. They need a healthy way to deal with that stress, and Tribblehead and the DOGE bros took that away from them.

I fear for these kids' health, both mentally and physically. All of them, not just Genius Kid. I've seen the toll on them first-hand, and that's not even including death and maiming if a full-scale war breaks out.

Which it's likely to do with Tribblehead at the helm.

So, that's why I've been burying my head in writing over the weekend. Going to Starbucks because DH and I are feeding each other's anxiety, and the Grandpuppy and Princess Pup are picking up on our emotions which sends them in a tailspin.

Yes, I'm channeling my fears into Anthea, who's trying to keep a civil war from breaking out in Jing without interfering with their autonomy. It's a delicate tightrope. One she's determined to cross successfully or die trying.

That's what I need right now. A leader who actually gives a shit about the people around her.

I wish the kids in the military had a leader who gave a shit about them.