The Gonzo Wolf

Chopper blades pierce the darkness, intentions masked from prying eyes.

Hundreds of simultaneous emergencies around the globe still mean dick to those who occupy the safe zones.

It’s not called World War III ahead of time or during; only in the history books published by the winning side.

Our turn to play the villain?

It’s like a straight to streaming Austin Powers reboot by Michael Bay starring Cardi B as the Vice President.

Outside, gunfire erupts. Various calibers; rifles and shotguns.

100 yards to my one o’clock.

The shotgun empties, then three rounds from the rifle in retort.

In this neighborhood, it could be multiple things.

A neighborly massacre, a police operation, or “Texas Morse Code”.

A handful of minutes pass with no sirens.

Do I chamber a round in waiting or go to sleep like it’s normal?

Headlines?

EU holds emergency meeting in Greenland. Translation: could’ve been an email with a funny Trump meme.

Winter storms in Dallas this week. Translation: prepare to either die in a ten car pile-up or freeze to death when the grid collapses.

Troops put on standby by the Pentagon. Translation: It’s our turn.

The revolution begins in Minneapolis, said no one ever.

Delivery robot hit by train in Florida. Translation: Goodnight.