Escape Plans

It just got real.What the fuck are you going to do?


I've been here for a little over two years. This is one of the last bastions of toe to toe war status. While it has become one of the select few case studies for econometricians to use as a blueprint delineating a 'how to' for the developing world, all is not calm on land this morning. Most citizens pour down into the subways in the mornings and spout out of them during the reverse rush hours like it's New York City, however, there be no apple here; the only thing red is to our North.


At times the tension flows from the atmosphere in reverse osmosis fashion creating a palpable fear-like pudding that surrounds everyone, slowing their movements to Bill Cosbyesque drawl like tempos; if only for a few seconds at a time. This happens during the regularly scheduled military exercises where the jets screech over our heads in the metallic cold rhythmically precise guillotine fashion that is war, reminding us all of what was and could imminently be.


The boat sank, was sunk, or sunk itself; 46 of this countries soldiers perished. Politicians officially won't or don't want to admit what really happened to save face and avoid the choice of actually going back to war.Today the North OFFICIALLY shelled Younpyong-do killing 2, wounding 19 more.  Shit's like a hernia; you can push your intestine back below the stomach lining it popped out of, but it'll keep popping back out. Each time it rears it's shitty head it hurts more and becomes progressively more of a Jew demanding more time, energy and money be spent on rectifying its shitty predicament.


Shit is still popped out all mangled like and the international realm is just gawking at it, or as the case may be, intentionally omitting it from popular discourse. Unfortunately, this time it may have ruptured itself and has the potential to spew its gastric acid all around the surrounding vital organs. If/when it starts to rain acid, to quote the indefatigable master of war imbedded prose, Mohammed the prophet, "the fuck you gonna do?" 


Living in this splintered cell world, where would you meet up with your family or loved ones in the event of a military strike above our heads? Are you going to be the Prometheus and wield the power of the cosmos, or will you be burnt out like Bob's lazy ass. Do you have any inkling of what you can fit in a sack that you will have strapped to your back all perpetual like, back to the wind facing the dawning of a new day? Most importantly, can you steam up some bomb rice without a fucking electric rice cooker?


Should a major offensive war break out today, it would be more destructive then anything the world has ever seen, not simply due to the highly sophisticated nature of military weaponry today and the ease at which it can be procured (fucking pirates that roam the coast of Africa have fucking sonar and anti-aircraft rocket launchers...) but it would be owing to the fact that very few people are capable of living with the earth and survivingin tandem with it. Fuck military training, how about sleeping bag and camp fire training?