(Today my neighborhood was threatened by nuclear weapons, foreigners directly warned.)
Shelter from the Storm~
Sure could use some~ Looking around in the April skies the wind is blowing hard.
I offer to play cards, but all they are are words that fall on the deafest of ears busy ignoring more important noise.
Living in the shadow of imminent nuclear destruction is less warm and fuzzy than is sounds…
World leaders are ever so proud, not caring the crowd has to listen to the bellicose sounds they make wondering if we’ll lose the game ~ all for a game…
It’s nothing but a game to the ones who write the embargo pages, these ever-tightening strangle holds on wild beasts that are known to strike out when threatened.
It’s as if they kinda like the feeling of the old-fashioned brinkmanship game, but forget that the opponent is someone new.
Someone unbridled by memory of terrors, emboldened by new guns, old generals and a lack of access to fancy cars.
You think it’s more complicated than that.
I’ve got 4 months left in this country… I’ve made it 20. 20 months and I’m really wanting to cut out~
Contract requires 60 days notice, and they’ve locked up well over 7,000 usd in holdings they won’t let me have until I leave~ Real nice.
Even if I gave it today, it would only be two months early and I’d lose 2,000 usd more in bonus for the early ditch.
Math is this~ If I leave in two weeks after my next check, I take 2,000 usd. If I leave in 16 weeks, I receive over 18,000 usd in the closure.
So I’m in for the haul until the last day possible. Ultimately, I know that there’s more than math to it, but I don’t always make the salad like this, so it’s important to harvest on time and not early.
Applications are now in play~ I am now open to trade as a free-agent~ I just hope that the coliseum doesn’t collapse underneath me.
Life is short enough without the settling possibility of local annihilation.
Cross your fingers for us over here~
It doesn’t look like anyone with actual impact is doing anything to help.