The Big Blow-Up always comes of a sudden...

IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXX - Bang! Bang! Who Shot Me Down like an Un-licensed Pariah
Dog ! Follow Up !

IF ever I had a country, a country without a dim shadow of a doubt not subject to the whistle of a Woman Referee nor of a Video Assistant Referee where bullets whistle supersonic from trigger-happy automatic weaponry

And where, as you already know, I was unanimously called upon by common consent
of the Congress and the Chief Executive - yes, including the ever-recalcitrant Senate to a no-decision-taking thwarting degree - to take into my sole healing hands the duty of imposing holy SILENCE in the pistol-packing « bang-bang » Land of the Free

Where, most regrettably the Powers-that-Be, it appears, have failed to hark to the hints, innuendoes and warnings overtly embodied in our ULTIMATUM and humbly addressed to their Royal Highnesses who somewhat obliviously ignore the fate of some 50,000 of their compatriot-citizen subjects being held as « hostages » at the mercy of the bloodthirsty NRA Army crying out for some
« human » BLOOD instead of the insipid Polar Bear and Ermine blood-stained ICE CREAM cones they are obliged to suck on to assuage their insatiable lust for splitting and spilling the contents of skulls in orgies

And while we hear from our Dirty-Tricks-Department whose intrepid sions had infiltrated - not just for the pleasure cruise - the PACQUEBOTS during the initial pell-mell boarding spree THAT Admiral Greta THUNBERG has been nursing (yet to be verified) her own plans for annexing Hans Anderson territory for the greater glory of Greta Garbo country with an eye on the Nobel Peace Prize gratuity

Even if we find it painfully difficult to understand how in the Hamlet Court no sign nor response is yet forthcoming to agree to the maximum of 10%(NOTE: we have raised the bar from well-under to the top !) of the $100 million buying fee offered by Harry S. Truman in his ATOMIC FOLLY for a mere chunk of useless GREEN-less rock with the icing thinning by the day everyone can see

So, the QUESTION here is not just one of TO BE or NOT TO BE but one of what’s brewing in Macbeth’s WITCHES’ CAULDRONS ? -stoked by the NRA Army - the 50,000 Danes ? who have no right to
« be bloody, bold, and resolute » or « laugh to scorn » the apocalyptic fire and brimstone about to be unleashed on the WHOLE WORLD with one push on the remote control button whether SILENCE of late reigns in the You-Knighted Country

YES, Siree ! That’s what I’d do - press the button - if ever I were appointed the SOLE REFEREE by Congressional decree

And this, even if I never ever had no country ruled by the moule à gaufre/waffle iron of mighty musketry

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, September 11, 2019