This morning I worried Since I said I want Iran to get some hits in Since I said I’m glad China is still getting through the pass Since I said I want us to lose
I thought, (imagination providing unnecessary anxiety) What if they come to pick me up? Like, I wake up and there’s a man or woman (more convincing) in my house, in the penumbra and they say, You can come with us now, it’s the revolution to fight You’ve been talking about, and we need you. For some specific reason, we noticed you and we are recruiting you to the armed forces of proletariat, or something “Will you everything and come with us?”
What about my dog and cat? They can’t come. Then I can’t come.
You’ve got the wrong person. I just want to post online while other people risk their lives. I want too see flames without throwing the cocktail. I can’t bare leaving my pets.
Then the recruiter laughs bitterly, YOUR PETS! Ah, little American brat, pets are nothing. I lost my pets as par for the course Wait till you see the children you love, and your parents blown up by the enemy. Pets are nothing. We have dead pets everywhere where I come from Pets are lucky if they survive but most won’t Come with us, now.
I can’t come with you! I have pets! I can’t disappear from my students or my family, they won’t understand. They won’t believe it. And they shouldn’t. You’ll have to kidnap me to take me, and I don’t want it. I’ll stop posting shit online. I’ll stop rooting for Iran, China, and the other “enemies” of the West. Because I’m not a sleeper cell, I’m a shitty American at heart, no guts, no brains, just a straw man. Goes up in flames from one arrogant cigarette improperly disposed.