I don’t give an amphetamine fueled, thirty seven hour flying fuck how many fifteen ton, five hundred million dollar GBU-57 bunker buster bombs this illiterate asshole drops on the Ayatollah before ceasefires he F bombs into place, my fight to the professional death against pickleball intensifies without mercy. Obliteration or no obliteration, regime change changes nothing until this crude gaijin excuse for a racquet sport is garroted with VS gut and dumped back in the metaphorical church basement where it belongs. Insane clown SecDef can shave three times a day to signal clean while creepy Catholic Veep rushes the pussy per talk of destroyed nuclear capability to any reporter who’ll listen but Elvis still never meant shit to me. Make peace, America, make whatever you want out of the Middle East, the world at large and yourself, but know the dink dies here where nobody is watching. This summer. Not of love. In Shinjuku.