You know, life is not as good as it used to be. So many violations of the law, of freedoms, of rights. You can feel it.
Maybe it’s the World War that’s about to happen, or already started?
I just want to be able to sit back in a nice outdoor patio and feel the breeze of a fresh suburban weekend surrounded and filled with greenery.
It’s impossible. You’ll just have to wait.
No, I’m stopping the war.
How?
I don’t know. The alternative is too painful.