Those horrible middle school memories. Never knowing if Benji or Joey really liked you or not, and other types of misgivings and misleadings that ultimately led to an understanding that nothing really makes sense. Hooray for our federal government. The distractions and distortions of sure-to-divide policy matters keeps the bombs a’boomin and the children a’dyin.

This latest surge of cash to war-torn regions makes it certain that Taylor’s Christmas concert will be sold out by June, as local passivity appears to be inter-connected with the suffering of those in lands beyond. The roles we play in life. Volodymyr, the Oscar goes to you. Playing that poor little leader seemed to land you a decent side-hustle in getting a district of saps to write you unlimited checks. Although Jimmy sometimes does us right, congressional oversight of the war-mongering ruling class has provided us only with the waiving of flags of whose nation simply just wants more of our stuff. Give it to ‘em, I say! Surely the violence against unarmed non-combatants is worth “total victory” over enemies that have been carefully chosen for us to hate. Both sides appear to have dropped the ball.

A presiding executive who is aging, with decreasing faculties, has been thrust into an 8th grade homeroom of mature discourse. His opponents mock, his supporters play dumb, and those seeking a rationale resolution are left in a mire of inequality mixed with our present culture of victimhood. What is left for the common person to do?

Ahmad Esfahani

Greenfield