Tuesday night, April 7, 2026, I waited, I resisted watching the TV, even logging on to my social media, it was about 8:30, and hearing no air raid sirens, observing no zombies running amok, I slowly but surely approached my computer, and much to my relief, I discovered that the Mad Man, in the United States White House, did not light the fuse to set off a World War. No hyperbole on my part but, but the rantings and ravings of a cornered rat with the power to say to the world BOOM, scared me.
Wednesday, April 8, 2026, I waited once again; it was difficult not to rush to my favorite Free Press outlets to hear the latest on what mayhem Trump might have begun again, but I decided that whatever would be reported on at 8:00 in the morning would most likely have changed direction and meaning at 8:05 in the morning. Again, no air raid sirens or zombies running amok, I mistakenly thought, hmm, maybe something good has happened.
It is now 5:09 on Wednesday, April 7, 2026, and sadly, there is no real ceasefire. There is no end to the war, and still sitting in the most powerful seat of government in the entire world, remains Donald J. Trump.
The Strait is still closed; before Trump’s war, it was open. The decimated Iranian Military still maintains control of the Strait. The nuclear-grade uranium is still located in Iran. 1300 Troops still remain dead, and hundreds of other Troops still remain injured. The Uranian regime may have changed names, but its hardcore dictatorship is even more entrenched in power. Oil prices remain high, and Congress, led by the Republican majority, remains on vacation.
The good news is that an ancient civilization is still somewhat intact. The bad news, at least for me, is that Trump remains in power, and now instead of a few hours wondering if the world as we know it will end, we have TWO WEEKS. How in the fuck should this be the new normal!
