the duchy of hetkettle trophish

which is a show i should never watch even if i’m chained to a chair with my eyes clamped open. it’s excruciating.

they’re having your basic babble-beltway conversation about the black minister who hates america. to be fair, they interviewed a black person on the street, who said something like, “that’s not radical. that’s just being black.” but then the useless talking people started talking. here’s what i was screaming at them.

we paid murderous zealots to instigate and maintain civil war in a hapless country. millions died. we taught the zealots insurgency warfare, armed them, lauded them — gave them hero treatment in a james bond movie (the living daylights).

according to the official version of the story, some of those now-incredibly-effective murderous zealots went on to orchestrate a series of attacks on american targets, including the big one. their base of operations? the war-torn remnants of the hapless country.

if that isn’t “our chickens coming home to roost,” what does the phrase mean? how much more direct does it have to get?

actual chickens?

ps. also.

pps. edited for relationship clarity and greater cruelty.

ppps. their website is in-between, but you can email them. also: i changed the address of this — if you linked in, beware!

pppps. if he hasn’t already, how long before krauthammer asks whether we’d rather have the soviet union back in power. he’s a special pleasure, inn’he?

ppppps. answer: “abandoning afghanis after the soviets left was all us — our parting gift, if you will. we didn’t care about their lives after the war and that says, independent of cold war strategies, we didn’t care about their lives ever.”

ps. we’re way better than crabs. we have rockets.

pps. i want either that same moment caught a couple hundred meters up and a few kilometers distant, in great detail, or a shot of such a heavy launch, taken from space, perpendicular to travel, at maybe a 45° angle?

ppps. for scale, right? i want to see the curve of the earth in the photo.

pppps. climbin’ up the side of the gravity well to the shores of space. did you know there’s yet another layer wrapped around us? because outside our atmosphere is the heliosphere, and just like the solar wind wants us dead, the interstellar wind hates our sun’s freedoms.

ppppps. kinda.

ppppppppps. this post has a literal launching point!

made for each other (if they work)