Baaaah for Baal!

At 1:49PM, it’s 83 degrees in Vũng Tàu. Sitting in the shade at Ten, I can count six ships, plus a bunch of fishing boats. Since this isn’t the Caribbean Sea, fishermen aren’t suddenly killed, with their rescuers also murdered, on a follow up strike cutely labeled “double tap.” It’s love, American style. With sea lanes not blocked due to American aggression, cargo ships still sail. Many folks here are grumbling about rising prices, though, and many more are learning about the Strait of Hormuz. Just a week ago, most have never heard of it.

Just now, a young lady who used to work on Book Street spotted me. Pausing for a chat, she said, “You’re correct about Epstein Island.” I didn’t remember talking to her about it. “They rape and even eat girls.”

“They rape girls and eat babies,” I corrected her. She has spent time in Europe, mostly in Germany. Now, she manages a homestay at an inconvenient spot. I doubt they’re paying her well. Not blessed with looks, she’s single, so doesn’t have to worry about taking care of children, at least. Also, none can be killed for occult reasons by proven Satanists.

“This war will last a while,” I continued, “so prices will keep rising. Our best hope is for Trump to withdraw, but he won’t likely.”

“I have a cousin in Dubai. He’s living in a basement. He’s trapped.”

“Wow! What is he doing there?”