The Gonzo Wolf

Tomorrow is the deadline, I believe. Hegseth is supposed to turn over the UAP files to Congress. I don’t see it happening, of course. He doesn’t want the public to know that his hair products were reverse-engineered at S4.

I know Representative Burchett of Tennessee is scared to death by the classified briefings he’s received behind closed doors. He said the American people wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if they knew the truth. I think we can handle it, Tim. We all manage to sleep through the lies just fine. Try us.

Being from Tennessee, I’m sure it has everything to do with how organized religion will crash down around the ears of the faithful who use it endlessly to make money moves and children cry. The whole ultra right wing schtick depends on us being the only intelligent beings in the universe. From what I’ve heard, humans barely hit the top ten.

If we’re leaving it all up to a failed news host turned Secretary of War, I’m not holding my breath. This dude drinks like I did before sobriety, and I didn’t believe a damn thing I said or did back then either. Chicks did, though; incessantly.

How about reverse psychology? Give the alien files to AOC, and have her read them all to us at bedtime. Like, the trick is that we must all be in the same bed, or it won’t work; but not with Hegseth. He’d ruin it with his White Claws and Virginia Slims Menthols.

No, I need full-on, sparkly-eyed, one-on-one disclosure with AOC…and I need Bob Lazar to sketch me like one of his Reptilian girls.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. Sleep well, my congregation, unless you live in Tennessee. Burchett probably had to sleep with Matt Gaetz to get his info. Turned out to be just a Starlink Satellite.

All satire and political fantasies aside, I know I believe in something, and it’s far from what I was raised to believe. I hope it’s beautiful. I hope it’s what TRUE Christians feel when they walk into a church. I have nothing to use as a basis of comparison; I’ve never felt holy or enlightened in a church building. Maybe a cemetery, but never a church.

I don’t want it to make sense.

I want it to open up a million new doorways.