December 7, 1941...a day that will live on for quite a while yet. on account of, you know, the second world war. so who exactly, or should that be whom, decides on the numbering for wars? doesn't seem to really matter much whether it's a first world war or a second or a third or whatever. damnable wars have been plaguing all of humanity for a very long time. however and now, all the wars need to have proper billing and accreditation for advertising and stuff like that there. amerika's revolutionary war was sort of a big deal. amerika's war of naked aggression on mexico was sort of a big deal. amerika's civil war was sort of a really big deal. we haven't even started on about all of amerika's proxy wars. you know like korea and vietnam and afghaniscam and iraq and the ever so tiresome chiraqi war. that'd be the civil war in chicago. it would seem that these days, trump is trying to goad amerika into another civil war. I really hope that his attempts at civil disorder blows up in his face. no pun or innuendo may be inferred. so... now comes a winter for our discontent and it's on to the important crap. experimental machine art and other stuff.
surf is up -
coyote my old friend -
so there you have it for a Pearl Harbor Day. go out and bomb a Japanese harbor with airport to commemorate this fine day. not really. damn if that wouldn't cause some serious shit... :]
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