Dear Lord...

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I have to comment [yet again] on the absolute farrago that is the current US administration, in the light of the security [Ha! There's a concept] breech that has occurred in the last few hours, with the collective f**k-wits of Trump's inner coterie of incapable misfits broadcasting to the world via social media - geez, won't someone tell politicians to stay clear of this shit? - their war plans regarding the issues at play in Suez. The denials proffered by all and sundry are simply, clearly, the pathetic 'it wasn't me' denials of a young kid in the playground caught with his pants down. And just as with a kid in the playground, the language these so-called adults use in these 'communications' is indeed the language of the playground.

I for one find this simple fact alone a tad worrying, considering the power that these people wield and the responsibility they hold for the consequences of their thoughts and actions: the ramifications of which are deep and which carry serious implications for the world as a whole, not just the United States of America. Considering the Christian posturing of most US politicians, especially on the Right side of the spectrum, they don't seem particularly to heed the scriptures they supposedly use as their moral compass: To quote 1 Corinthians 13:11: "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things". I really am lost for words where these pathetic excuses for human beings are concerned: can we please get some grown-ups in charge of the farm...?

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