Staff Reports
So, here we are, folks! In the latest installment of Political Theater, the stage is set with a plot twist so wild, it might as well be in a blockbuster movie. Think of it as a cross between a military action flick and a sitcom, complete with slapstick moments. The Secretary of War—yes, you read that right—has decided to authorize some “kinetic strikes” against so-called “narco-terrorists” that some are calling a war crime. War crime? Last anyone checked, we’re not exactly in the middle of a neighborhood bake sale, and yet here we are, swimming in plot holes deeper than a politician’s promise.
In case you missed it, on September 2nd, there were strikes that are apparently supposed to uphold justice while simultaneously fitting into a narrative where everyone is playing the blame game like it’s a hot potato at a family reunion. It’s almost comical how quick folks are to point fingers; instead of it being “pass the gravy,” it’s more like “I didn’t do it, HE did it!” Meanwhile, the narco-terrorists are being treated like misunderstood artists, strumming their fishing poles instead of hauling in drugs. Come on now; let’s not pretend one of them is going to reel in the next great catch.
You have to admire the creativity of it all. These cartels, which are pushing enough fentanyl into our communities to make any sensible adult gulp at the thought, are getting more sympathy than a stray puppy on a rainy day. Over 70,000 lives lost each year just from this stuff! Yet, it seems we’ve turned into an episode of “Cops” where everyone is less worried about the criminal’s role in the chaos and more concerned about their feelings. Maybe the director of this confusing production forgot that sometimes the good guys wear camo, not tissues!
And let’s not forget the big revelation: the President had the guts to categorize these cartels as designated terrorist organizations. Remember all those years fighting against al-Qaeda and ISIS? The bravado of those days seems to have slipped into a nap with half a dozen pillows. How do we treat al-Qaeda and ISIS? We don’t meet them at the local coffee shop for a heart-to-heart. We go all out with the fireworks—and I’m not talking about the July 4th kind!
When the chips are down, one has to wonder what the heck is going on in the minds of those who are designing these battles. Are they pondering strategy like a chess match or just trying to impress the next focus group? Because last I checked, if you declare someone a terrorist, you don’t just send polite letters asking them to reconsider their line of work like it’s a teenage breakup. No, no, you send them home with a clear message—that fighting the good fight is a messy business, but someone’s gotta take out the trash.
In conclusion, the world may be losing its mind, but one thing is for sure: when it comes to handling the threats in our backyard, the scriptwriters might want to take a few notes. Because if there’s one thing we can laugh about amid the chaos, it’s the absurdity of it all. The sooner we get serious about these issues, the better off we’ll be—because let’s face it: life is too short to be sitting here debating who did what while the rest of us just try to make it through the day without stepping on a Lego.
