War — that age-old dance of destruction. One as vicious as the one tearing through Eastern Europe? We won’t emerge unscathed, hell no. We’ll be like a boxer, bloodied and beaten, one punch away from the knockout. The very essence of the American dream could crumble, either by foreign hands or, more tragically, our own. It’s the same old song, isn’t it? Marching to the grim beat of the military-industrial complex, or do we finally have the guts to break the cycle? What business do we even have meddling in Eastern Europe?

It’s all a twisted game, a chaotic ride through a landscape littered with the skeletons of empires past. Some wild eye crazed prophet would’ve seen the absurdity in the midst of the madness. One thing’s for certain — it’s a hell of a time to be alive.

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