RIDING PLANET EARTHS CENTER OF GRAVITY

 

Hemn, a Kurd migrant, keeps warm next to a fire on a makeshift camp known as   [Klikdapik]

And when I close my door, “I have become death, destroyer of worlds”. Or so it was, at the last point of no return. When R. Oppenheimer saw the first blazing mushroom cloud. And it’s the sense of inevitability that digs deepest in my bones. Are we worthy of our own salvation.? Or has western civilization run its course of en masse dissipation. Is it over?  They, the “Evil ones”  are doing more than diddling nuclear dreams. Our enemy thinks salvation is when I die and the good life begins when he dies killing me. You can’t beat that.

The mess at Calais is the backwash from “the Tube” That underskirts the English channel, linking France and a real prize in every immigrants heart…. Britain. Cuzz they cannot wait to set you up with a life you have no hand in creating! “Bes’ dang welfare in the world!” says Uncle Ibrahim, already ensconced in his 1.5 mill. flat in “Jolly Old England”.

And as comely and fecund a dame as Britain is, I sense America “The Great Satan” is the ultimate destination in the dreams of Jihad bound baddies. Can liberal democracies ever get their act together enough to prevent the BIG one from being set off in New York or Houston or such. Can we somehow neutralize the nuclear “inevitability”. Or is it,.. “if it can happen it will.”

 

 

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