the older i get is such a cliché
but, it is what it is. the older
i get, the less tolerant i am of
all the hubris and puffed up
pomposity of our elected offi-
cials who make disastrous dec-
isions of war that cost, let’s
see, since the end of ww2, mill-
ions of lives in totally un-
necessary conflicts. what the
hell were they thinking? they
weren’t thinking. were they feel-
ing insecure in their masculin-
ity, wondering and worrying about
size, length, thickness, how
often they could get it up, how
flaccid the flesh felt in the
frantic hand, how far they could
shoot a wad or perhaps that it
just ended in a dribble? good
god, millions have died because
of a few dribbles?