We shoot at creatures who are a billion years old come to us from another dimension with technology that would impress any God, qualities we cannot imagine knowledge we cannot fathom perhaps a message that could define our future, answer our most unanswerable questions, we shoot!!! Well our government, it’s military, they shoot something I know not what, but I can imagine the fate of such a missile, all the development hours, math, engineering, manufacture, testing taxing $ implementing deploying maintaining brainwashing marketing advertising cartooning vidgaming exhausting rhetoric talk show fodder the view, end of the line, Whoopi farting out loud for women to enjoy, pretty sick state of existence, that missile heading towards an invisible object, swamp gas, an object the missile will never find, one he cannot describe much, doesn’t see, just a blur a shadowy imprint on a chip in his fake brain. Does the futility of being a missile, describe it? Remind us of who we are, our purpose here in a field of magnetic forces, very little substance, each of us only has a grain of sand of solid matter making us up, one grain all the rest is space, filled with magnetic force, these forces playing a game of harmony with one another til they just stop and then what? We shoot at god himself? Right….we have Whoopi fart at em? Design a new Whoopi cushion? Farts like the old one only this one looks like Whoopi? And the creature the entity, inside that UAP the thing controlling it that created it built it grew it propagated it forged it, THAT dude or dudette!!! What exactly does that real fcking entity alive and breathing or plugged in charged and pulsing, what is going through his mind watching some mind controlled droid of a air force jockey be he Russian or not, charging towards him suicidally riding an antiquated rocket tantamount to a Roman candle, forced to sacrifice everything to shoot at something he can’t even admit exists on planet liar, his Air Force a fraud his leaders puppets, the power where? Our spirit or are we not just a gatekeeper for great pharmaceuticals? We pretend we’re working you pretend your paying us the world erases it all with a black eraser every night so we start over at sun up play catch-up for what was lost yesterday never getting today scratched off the todo list and tomorrow never comes, no matter the promise it’s the mirage of life.
Being Irish, I truly appreciate a stream of consciousness. Well done and thank you!! 
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