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Julie Bannerman's avatar

Yes, let it rain. Let it pour. Let it be miserable for the viewing crowd assembled for their complicit power, wealth and - at least for members of the military - Hegseth-approved physical appearance.

Our nation’s capital is in full-on Hunger Games territory now. All it needs is Stanley Tucci reprising his movie role as event MC.

PS: Mary’s analysis of lawless corruption and greed within our and across borders - and how they benefit the Trump family and its billionaire-trillionaire allies - is the story that matters; and it will not see the light of day in Ellison’s vast media empire or other major media outlets. Spread the truth!

Dorothy Pullen's avatar

The weather refuses to bend a knee, to be privatized. Mother Nature heard my prayer - the plagues of Egypt will have nothing on the rain, humidity, lightning, mosquitoes and gnats. The algae is blooming! The letters came down as the people cheered and kept vigil until 4 a.m.! May the rage that is surely consuming him today finally cause that weak capillary to burst. Before the arch is finished, before the ballroom is built. The rats will run. And Peace will be slowly restored to the realm.

Thank you Mary, for giving wings to my fantasies.

JoAnn Bachteler's avatar

We do need the rain.

Vi Mooberry's avatar

Oh yes, let it rain as never before in Washington D.C. and wash away any semblance of forced celebration . A few frogs falling symbolizing the horror of the planned events would be welcomes also.

Dorothy Pullen's avatar

Perhaps it's a sales pitch prospectus that investors get before public offerings?

Carol Pladsen-Bloom's avatar

Kim Stanley Robinson's book, "The Ministry for the Future" is classified as science fiction. I've read it. Painful in many parts. Reading Mary reminds me of how the currently most powerful on the planet is taking us in that direction. They shoot down planes in the future.

Fred Krasner's avatar

"This is the pitch deck version of regime change." I wish MG would explain this delightful but obscure metaphor. (I played pitch for hours as a freshman and soph in college, but haven't heard the word in over 60 years.)