Constant Carnage, Random Bullets and a Tearful, Loving God

[Vung Tau, 1/5/26]

At 3:46AM, I’m sitting in Ông Già [Old Man]. This newly opened 24/7 café is just a block from my room. Of course, there are gunshots or, more specifically, machinegunfire, plus sounds of pain, but not too anguished. Hundreds of inconsequentials are being butchered. One young combattant, or commander, to be more specific, is lying on his side. He’s not dead, though, not even injured. I see no blood. His enemy, with cool tattoos covering an entire calf and a knee, is leaning back on a comfy chair. There’s a three-star American flag on the back of his hoodie.

Perhaps in 2050, there will only be three disjointed states left, Idaho, New Hampshire and half of Nevada. In what’s left of Las Vegas, there will only be one casino, a two hundred story Trump Tower without elevators. At the entrance are standees of Donald, Melania, Barron, Kristi Noem and Erika Kirk. Its penthouse suite will still be the most expensive. For the views, of course. Before leaping from it, you can admire smoldering DC and NYC.