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Applying intelligence, sometimes high or very high intelligence for no good reason.

If the numbers add up, is drama of cutting your wrists in a earthĺy, planetary hurricane realĺy all that dramatic, or is it just adult child Playskool.

Acting suicidal, and living long enough to repeat the negation, “That’s not the case!” It builds confidence as blood spurts out from your wrists, or your neck (for that mater). Dead is dead–no matter the length of the bloodlust.  We can kill each other-‐but, ultimately we are kiling ourselves.

We really, really didn’t like her-‐as man.  She was not to come to bat for Team USA, let alone, Team World.

While we gargle and gurgle with mass riches, what to do, what to do, what to do.

While we hurl magnificent airplanes to the ground.  Run aground the U.S.S. Gerald Ford, or slam the ĺatest technologically advanced submarine into an underwater mountain.  In despair, the line of thinking can be, “we have of little use for such high technology these days–let us be unique in our suicide.”

And what of Life? What a life!  Cheapened to the nth degree.

Somebody’s gonna be happy. All hail the Commander-in-Chief!!

Couldn’t be more ideal!

But what of the 350 million documented USA constituents living in this planet?

Can we get Mr. Trump to cut our throats a little bit slower?

“Take” has a new definition in our land.

“I live in Riyadh or Dubai at 150°F while everything in the USA rots real fast‐‐not slowly.” 

“Carcasses everywhere, and that air conditioning can’t hold out.”

Maybe we slow down our death writ.  Maintain critical essentials. Ànd acceleate critical esentials too.

Trump is going to “take,” and “take,” and “take.”  What we need is critical care only maintained and accelerated.

Critical juncture, critical attention, critical venture, critical care

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