Having spent the best part of many trillion dollars on feathering its branch office supply factories, such as Northrop Grumman, Raytheon, Boeing and Lockheed Martin, the US Government's military arm has found trigger words in a foreign language to have lost their kerb appeal.
Stranded in deserts, European and Far Eastern theatres, South China Seascapes and arid mountain impasses the machines of war, bogged down in dirt, lies and hubris desperately search for renewed outlets for their perceived hegemony around the globe.
In true response, the Master Controller, the Terror State of Israel has with the co-opted help from NASA, found a spot on an extraterrestrial body to crash land its excuse for space exploration. The craft's demise on the lunar surface, along with a multitude of death defying pig bugs allows it to not only claim sovereignty over our only satellite but also allows for much of the military spend by its proxy military in the US, to divert to a home targeted as new settlements and mineral mining off planet.
Ideal as it is, with no pesky Semites to wipe out while fast running out of local semitic people back on Earth to eradicate the ISA (Israeli States of America) will be looking to enlarge its influence, presently near 53% across the political globe, to lock down control of what remains of any foreseeable cogent population.
With the Arab Spring having turned a nasty shade of autumnal winter, new colour revolutions are being sought to dramatically up the ante. Hong Kong is not cutting it. Pedophilia, the oldest brewing new game in town, has offered a whole new lease of life and permissiveness through throwing under the bus, the snake oil salesman and conman, used by the Deep State to prove their next point.
In a desperate attempt to keep the population looking the other way, the economic ball park has been cultivated more recently, through ploughing, to export more hot air and CO2 infected leaking into a propagandised biosphere of top notch Bullshite. A soon to be expected, long overdue, explosion of the financial bubble hangs, like some alien spaceship, over the global head. It is programmed to burst on cue. The bond markets around the world, inflated beyond any natural proportion will become the confetti to the imminent economic slaughter, expected soon down every Main Street across the Western world.
Although well shielded from economic meltdown, the Russian, Chinese and Eurasian economic models will weather the West's self inflicted suicide, so obviously predicted from any sane position of observational outpost.
The bookies have taken a holiday. Their bags are sealed. The idiots carrying on as normal will, as always, wonder where and how the first blow could have fallen. The Trillionaires, Billionaires and upper ranking millionaires will lose several shirts, dust themselves down and rise up to either disappear down their earth burrows, fly off planet to prior built holding platforms or attempt another landing on an exoplanet far, far, away.
Solar Weather will then trip Her switch, throw the magnetic poles into free fall and Nature will wash away a pesky experiment that once more assumed its God-like omnipotence to be total.
Having learned nothing, or worse, been told nothing of the truth of Atlantis et al, we shall all return for a replay without half time and only a Stone Age to aid us. As dust we shall all return.
Sayonara, Allahu Akbar, God Have Mercy on Us and all other cries for supernal intercession and rescue will be lost in a calamity so foolishly ignored and as predictable as it was always going to be.
Jonathan L Trapman is an author, creative writer and photojournalist who has spent the better part of his 45 odd years in public life, learning from his personal experiences, sharing them, listening to others, whose lives have allowed him to open his own mind to a beauty, even within horror, that is transforming and empowering. His written work endeavors to convey, through true tales and fiction, impressions thus garnered. Dreams and Realities can be purchased (signed by the author if wanted) here.