I Won't Back Down

 

Situation developing, but it seems like Governor Abbott is holding the line, he's not backing down and neither are some 25 other states. Who can blame them? They're not enthralled at the prospect of being flooded with hundreds of thousands of invaders. Likewise, they're not too keen on the new Democrat import-a-vote crookery, which threatens their jobs, and no wonder, they'd lose the local power they've worked so hard to gain.

So here we are. The Old Crook's told Abbott he has to back down by end of play today or else. Or else what? Are the Feds gonna go and arrest Abbott in the Governor's Mansion? Maybe III Corps will roll outta Fort Hood on Austin with armored phantom fury. Who knows, maybe local LEO will simply close in and arrest Abbot and put him in gaol. Hunh.

Or, on the other hand, perhaps some court will declare Texas an insurrectionist state and bar it from the electoral college in 2024. Boom, guaranteed Blue Tsunami except that the Rainbow Party will have to disenfranchise 25 other states, with their military, with all their guns and all of that; I don't see it. We are, it seems, at an impasse, make of it what you will. Whatev, here's a song to aid reflection:

Go Abbott,

LSP

Tanks

"So, did you ever even join the Army," asked my old friend on the tube, you would call it "subway." I replied, "Yes, I did," which nonplussed him, "The British Army." He paused, "Nice, I joined the IDF," which is what he did, "Discipline must've been strict, eh?" Well it was, not that I was much of a soldier. My friend, on the other hand, was.

He'd gone to a prestigious boarding school in London only to get bullied for being a Jew. So, he figured, let's x outta this and go to Israel. What's better, being bullied by entitled idiots or wielding an M16? He chose the latter route.

We met up in Dallas some 20 years later for a delicious grill out. "Tell me," I asked, "How'd it go, your time in the tanks?" He thought for a moment, over a perfectly grilled steak, "We were running Centurions, no kidding, and got ambushed in the Lebanon. Our Lieutenant froze, so I took over, training kicked in and we won. No kidding, Centurions."

Result. I met the driver(?) of his tank at a Kibbutz in the '80s. His hair was grey and he wore a body bandage. Thing is, when their tank blew up somewhere near Beirut, fella went back to retrieve individual weapons, and suffered. Point of this?

Respect to my pal, who lives in Jakarta or somewhere like that. Respect too to all who put their lives on the line. It is, I believe, a line worth holding. Am I wrong? Your call,

LSP