WWIII

It began with Russia’s invasion of Ukraine.
It escalated with Israel’s genocide of Palestine and again with their strikes on Iran.
It will be declared the third world war at some point in the future, whence the dust settles.

Future generations, if there are any, will ask what we did every day and how it felt to be alive during this time.

If not directly affected, it is an excruciatingly frustrating existence paired with enormous gratitude.
It is surreal. It is unbelievable, soul-crushingly depressing and entirely, devastatingly predictable.
Preventable.

The parallels are painful.

The confounding willful and perpetuated ignorance of a particular citizens is rage-induced heartbreak.

It is clear “The System” is failing. Changes are definitely necessary.
It is clear we have no idea how to fix any of it.

Our only choices that potentially impact anything:
1) what to buy and who to buy it from,
2) whether or not to consume the news – iow, establish reliable info sources, considering biases
2) gather to protest peacefully, physical/mental/financial/etc ability permitting.

It is oh so scary. But on the peripherals. In the bigger picture.
It is difficult to hold hope.

Today, I research buying a generator for our home and consider what provisions to start collecting in the event the calamity reaches us. On Thursday, we will go to a restaurant and participate in a community trivia contest. The irony is noticed though probably not acknowledged.

While bombs drop, nuclear threats loom, humans have been dying, billionaires have been taking celebrities to space or imploding in privately-made submarines and countries created as a result of the Holocaust have already been murdering innocents for years.