Broken: The story of John Part 2

Broken follows a man named John Briscoe and the events that happen after the loss of his long time girlfriend. In part 2 we explore the days after her passing and how John begins his Journey to becoming whole again

Tick, Tock, Tick Tock was all John could hear as he lay time-stuck with memories of Martha. Tears streaming down his face, the smell of alcohol filled his breath and nothing but a few drops of whiskey were left in the bottle. He didn’t realize that seconds had turned to hours and, ultimately, days had passed. He had ignored all calls from work, friends, or parents and had been wrapped up in a ball, just saddened by the disbelief of what had transpired. The voice of Angelo finally pops up and says, “Mr. John, I sense you are in distress. Is there anything you might need? ” “Can you bring Martha back?” John asks, to which Angelo responds, “Sorry Mr. John, but Ms Martha is recorded as deceased.”An almost thunderous knock and bashing of the front door is heard, to which Angelo says, “Mr. John, your parents are outside. Should I let them in? Sensing the incoming disapproval from his father, John responds, “Tell them I am not home,” to which Angelo responds, “Mr. John, sensing your current state, I think it would be good for you to have some company over.” John, not wanting to have to deal with the upcoming questions but remembering the comfort his parents bring, finally says, “Angelo, let them in”. The doors burst open and in ran both Henry, a 65-year-old, 6’6 towering figure who looked exactly like his son, and Ethel, an equally towering 5’10 woman with nothing but tears in their eyes and sadness in their hearts. They see the almost empty bottle of whiskey, the room in complete disarray, and a shell of the perfection they had come to know as their son. Nothing could prepare them for the sight, but nevertheless, they hurried over to give their son a warm and reassuring hug. “Son, we feel your pain and we know how much she meant to you.” Henry says, and Ethel, sensing just how broken her crying son was, continued “These feelings are fleeting, but the memories you shared will live on in you forever.”We cannot just say everything is going to be alright, but we can, however, say, no matter what, we will always be here for you. ” “Thank you Dad, appreciate you Dad,” James responds as he gets up, trying to switch into a mode that resembles some sort of normalcy. He asks, “Can I get you anything?” To which his parents said, in unison, “No thank you, my love, we just need to know you are OK.” James, still crying, asks to be excused to go at least look presentable for his parents, but his efforts are futile as he collapses in despair after a few steps, unable to pull himself together.Sensing the complete anguish in her son, Ethel beckons Angelo and asks him to begin running a shower, which he obliges. As the water began its descent on the ground, both Henry and Ethel each grabbed one hand and tried to lift this muscular, well-built man into the shower with his feet dragging and tears still streaming down his face. Knowing the task of getting him fully undressed and in the shower would be a difficult one for his capable but fragile parents, James says, “It is alright, I’ve got it from here,” after which he begins to slowly crawl into the bathroom. As he crawls past the bathroom door, he closes it and begins to undress, starting with the same shirt he had laid out and ironed the night before, the day Martha passed. He followed this with his underwear and continued his crawl, this time naked, to the shower and just sat underneath the water, unable to move but still feeling a sense of calm as the stream touched his body. Henry and Ethel stood outside the bathroom door, just hoping their once happy son was beginning some level of self-care and wanted to be as helpful as possible. Ethel begins to help clean up, starting with the finished bottle of whiskey, while Henry, on the other hand, had been drawn to the kitchen to at least make John a cup of black coffee with 2 sugars, just the way he knew his son would like it. Within 5 minutes, the robot vacuum is back at the charging point, the coffee is steaming, and John, in his new loungewear, is walking back into the room. With red eyes and heavy hearts, John, Ethel, and Henry all take a seat on the couch while “Angelo’s programming deduces that some soft jazz would help lighten the mood in the background.” Henry, the first one to finally speak, says, “Feeling any better, son?” to which John replies, “I don’t think I ever will. Time has lost all meaning. Each moment is filled with despair and my heart is filled with nothing but sorrow.” Henry responds, “Drink your coffee and let out all your emotions.” This was a surprise to Henry, who was used to his father being a man who seemed to always have his emotions in check. John continues, “I bought a ring and was going to propose, but now she will never be my wife. I planned trips and we never went because we always had this vision that our careers came first.” He continues, “Looking forward to life was never an issue, but finding the moments to live by looking back was always a problem. We chased and we ran towards goals that, in retrospect, now have no meaning. ” Ethel, wanting to help her grieving son think more positively, says, “Don’t be sad about the times that didn’t happen; be happy about the times that did.” She continues, “Just focusing on the moments that could have been will leave you with nothing but regret, my lovely boy,” as she goes in for a hug. John continues but cannot help as tears slowly begin to run down his face. “It isn’t even that I am sad about times that weren’t, I’m sad at the sacrifices we made that, looking back, we did not necessarily have to.” The times we stayed late at the office to get that last minute document finished or the times we spent, we would postpone trips because we wanted to save money, which now just means nothing to me”. Henry, sensing the frustration in his son, says, “Look, in those moments you did what you decided was best. No-one can predict the future no matter how smart they think they are, but what you can do is now try and do things to help not just keep those memories alive but to help preserve the beautiful life you’ve built together.” I do not believe it will be easy to move on, but I do believe if you continue to try, one day it will be better. ” “Thank you mom and pops,” John says as he cleans the tears from his face. In the midst of all his grief, he had forgotten to make a call to Angelo, to which Angelo replies, “Yes John,” “Call the office,” John says, “a call in the midst of all his grief. As the dial tone echoes across the room, Henry and Ethel become quiet and a voice says, “Clarkson investment management, Jenna speaking”; “Hi Jenna, this is John. I apologize for nothing coming in the past few days without an explanation. I would like to hand in my 2 weeks’ notice, “to which shocked Jenna replies, “Firstly, John, we heard about what happened to Martha and we are very sorry for your loss. We actually have been instructed to give you a 6-month paid grieving break to allow you to cope. Instead of handing in your 2 weeks’ notice, how about taking some time off and when you are ready, come back; our doors will always be open “to which John replies, “Thank you Jenna, but that won’t be necessary as my decision is final. Have a good day.” Sensing the end of the call, Angelo’s A. I automatically hang up and Henry looks at Ethel in shock but does not utter a single word to John as he knew his son would be OK. As everyone drinks the coffee and time passes, darkness begins to rear its head and John, wanting more time alone, respectfully asks for some time and space to collect his thoughts, to which his parents oblige and beckon a taxi to take themselves home, not before giving their son a hug and reminding him that everything was going to be OK. 

Finally, after hours of laying down silently in the darkness, John closes his eyes and his racing mind begins to drift into the calmness of sleep, marking his first rest in days. After a few hours of tossing and turning, he awoke screaming “Martha!” as if the memory of seeing her lifeless was playing on repeat in his mind.his screams were in vain because within seconds of turning over to grab his lover, he remembered she was no more by his side. He remembers she will not be there today for a morning kiss, be there to join him in the shower, be there to help him pick out the perfect tie that would help him tackle the day with the confidence and assured will he needed to go on, and he just lays back down silently feeling alone. It wasn’t the silence of the room that made him feel worse, but knowing that the peace he now felt was only going to be disrupted by the soothing words of his A.I companion Angelo. Coincidentally, as he laid down like clockwork, he heard the voice that was all too familiar say, “Hello Mr. John, would you like a cup of coffee or breakfast this morning?” It was Angelo who, after the latest cloud update, was set into grief mode. This mode, which had been remotely active by Henry, was supposed to help grieving individuals with more menial tasks so as to allow them to be more stress-free. At least that was what the marketing campaign set out by Supercore, the company behind Angelo’s A.I., but all it felt like to John was relieving him from all the tasks that made him forget his current reality for a few seconds. As John slowly dragged himself out of bed, filled with grief and some level of resentment, he put on his grey Harvard hoodie, found the nearest sweatpants, and sluggishly dragged himself out of the house. Darkness still filled the streets, but the glistening lights of the Budweiser logo glowing from the front of the bodega shined bright, almost calling John to get another drink to help remove himself from his current unwanted reality. A few steps down the street, and John was at the bodega, browsing the aisle for the drink with the highest percentage of alcohol. A reach for the whiskey and a few steps out of the bodega and he was back home on the couch, drinking like a man on a mission to finish before the competition. Half way down the bottle, he stops and notices his V.R glasses just sitting perched on the corner of the black coffee table Martha had been so adamant about, which would tie the once newly furnished apartment together. The stress of his hands, tussle with a strap and calling out the words “On” and he was on the virtual reality home screen scrolling for some world to take his mind far away for hours to come. After a second of scrolling with just the thoughts in his brain, he blinks and the world of Livasha appears. You see, Livasha wasn’t just any world, it was a program created to help people grieving reconnect with loved ones through the thoughts they had of them. This means that, by combining photos, messages, and patterns of behavior stored for an individual online on a database, algorithms can create perfect replicas of the loved ones people like John have lost. A great idea, to say the least, but not exactly what John had in mind, and he decided it was too much for him, prompting him to take off the glasses. John, having watched all the movies and books, knew the harm of trying to recreate Martha in a program because, despite the fact that he was sad at the passing of his beloved and trying to escape reality, he still believed that his life would eventually have to go on. Almost immediately after taking off the glasses, he hears Angelo call out “Incoming call from Donald Dukinson”, a childhood friend and confidant of John’s, leading to a response of “Accept”. As the phone connects, Donald asks, “Hey mate, how you holding up?” to which John mumbles, “Doing alright I guess,” sensing the sadness in his voice, although not wanting to highlight the obvious and trying to be careful, Donald responds, “I will be there in 2 minutes, do you need anything?” to which John says, “No thank you brother,” while drinking, throwing a drink down his gullet. As soon as the call hangs up, John lays his head on a pillow, and within a minute, the front door is swung up and footsteps approach John. His red eyes are open almost instantly. It is Donald, running in to provide comfort to his long-time friend and confidant. The usual loud, short, bulky, and loudmouthed Donald, for once, is left almost speechless by what he states. He sees his long time friend, and in his mind, all he can think is “wow, my friend is really broken”.

Broken: The story of John Part 1

Broken follows a man named John Briscoe and the events that happen after the loss of his long time girlfriend. In part 1, we explore the circumstances surrounding her untimely passing.

On Sunday the 15th of February 2027, on the snowy but sunny streets of Brooklyn, New York, started out as any other day would, with John Briscoe a 6 foot 5 bald but bearded dark skinned man was getting up from bed at 4am, checking on his stock portfolio, checking his emails, and lastly, getting a start on his exercise routine. John was a man of routine, as his father had always said, “A man without a routine is a man with a purpose.” These were words John had come to live his whole life around and it had worked well for him up until this very day, because on this very day, John had missed one thing from his 10-year routine and had done it without thinking twice. At exactly 6am, the sun begins to rise, the birds begin to chirp, and John begins to get ready for a long day at his cushy white-collar job at a prestigious investment bank in the heart of the Big Apple. John had come to love his life and, most especially, had begun to finally feel as though his imposter syndrome was finally gone and he could fully embrace all that life had to offer. John had quit drinking and smoking, and today marked the 1-year anniversary of that decision. John had begun to feel like fighting his demons was easier and he no longer needed to try and escape the pressures that came with his current reality. You see, John had always felt the pressure that he was special and any mistakes he made in life would result in catastrophic consequences for anyone involved on the grace day. This has meant John has tried his absolute best to live a life that is nothing short of perfect. What does “perfection” mean? John, during his teenage years, had always studied hard and gotten the best grades possible. He had always been nice to everyone. He had always been selfless and never had a fight or tried to put anyone down, no matter the consequences. John was, as his mother would always tell her friends at their ladies’ nights and book club meetings, “the kind of man any mother would be proud to call her son”. Being seen as close to perfect was always enough to keep John motivated to keep going until the day he met Martha. Martha, 5 foot 9, a dark haired mixed race bombshell wasn’t just your average woman in finance, she was the finance woman who had grown up in a tough neighborhood and was always keen to get out. Martha had developed a thick skin that had catapulted her to the forefront of every man’s tongue in the city that never sleeps. Some called her a menace, while others called her a savant. No matter what you called her, she didn’t have a care in the world. She could hold her own in any meeting, back whatever statement she made with facts and figures, and was already able to speak her mind. When John first met Martha, his first thought was, “How can one person be so argumentative?” However, as John would soon discover, Martha would be the one to reveal what he had never really tried to do, which was live life for himself.Back to the faithful day in question, John, while carrying on with his morning routine about to leave for work, finally remembers to notice before he leaves the house that he had forgotten the most important part of his routine: waking Martha up for a kiss to say goodbye. Since that summer day in July 2024, when Martha and John moved in together, the one who ever woke up first would always make sure to wake the other up when they planned on leaving the house for work or any other activity that would see them not seeing each other for a period of over 6 hours. A rule they strictly adhere to because they have never wanted to be apart since their first date.A date that, by all accounts, was never going to be forgotten by either, as both hilariously recall it as being the worst experience of their lives. Martha had been the one to ask John out, plan the date, and make sure things went according to plan, as she was aware of John’s need for perfection. The date was supposed to take place at the newly refurbished Refinery Rooftop with a private 3-course meal and wine to fill their bellies. The only problem was that the Refinery Rooftop had been closed that night, and they ended up getting a $3 slice from the corner and talking about the Great Recession of 2023. Any passerby would have easily mistaken them for work colleagues or an old marriage couple so comfortable with each other that they didn’t have a care in the world. The events of that day set in motion the beginning of a beautiful relationship in which both John and Martha never saw themselves ever being in and adapting to each other in ways they could never have imagined. As John leaned in to try and kiss Martha good morning, he realized Martha was cold and she wasn’t as responsive as usual. Sensing something was wrong, he cries out “Angelo, scan Martha for signs of distress” and soon enough, the A.I was embedded in the bed and scanned Martha and realized her breathing was slowed, her body was cold, and her heartbeat was low. Before John could react, Angelo called the paramedic and her symptoms had been sent to make sure the right team was on the way. John begins to panic, unsure of what is wrong, and begins to call out for the fiery woman who meant the world to him but never responded.before he could figure out what was going on, he heard a rush through the door. They were shocked but grateful that it was the paramedics and Angelo had let them in. In complete disbelief, he continues to watch as the love of his life is carted into an ambulance and put on oxygen. He sits by her side and never lets go of her hand for the whole ride to the hospital, which under normal circumstances would be 5 minutes, but thanks to this particularly congested day, it was 8. As John continues with the paramedics, all he can say is, “What is wrong?” And “Please save her life.” Within moments of arriving at the hospital, John was told to wait as the doctors needed to analyze the situation and see what was going on. John continues, “I cannot lose her. Please save her life.” Two nurses are left with John as Martha is lifted away to the body scanner as he cries and seems to be more broken than ever before. The results from the body scanner reveal that Martha was suffering from a rare new variant of the Syslopisis virus. A man-made virus which was used during the ongoing wars in Canada specifically targeted people of a certain white blood count, age, and ability to procreate babies who would be deemed of “superior intelligence”. As doctors rushed against time to give her the only cure possible, the virus continued to cause Martha to slowly lose her life. The problem with this virus is that it was designed to kill you in your sleep without you ever even waking up, and the cure was an adrenaline shot to help you wake up. As the doctors rushed to administer the Proning 345, the wake-up drug, Galileo, the hospital A. I announce “time of death: 8:23 am”. Not wanting to give up, doctors continue to try all forms of CPR and resuscitation techniques, which all prove to be completely useless. Galileo begins his post-mortem corpse analysis and says, “If Proning 345 was administered 2–3 minutes before, it would have been effective in assisting resuscitation efforts.” As doctors put the white sheet to cover Martha’s face, a young doctor breaks the news to John. John breaks down, distraught, and becomes emotionless because his greatest fear has become a reality. The one thing that had always been his form of anxiety had finally come true. The one thing he had feared the most had arrived, and he had no way of dealing with it because the one person who had always reassured him that he would never feel that way was no longer with him. almost cold state, John begs the doctors to say goodbye to Martha one last time, and trying to be compassionate, they allow him to go see her as she lays down cold and lifeless in the bed. As John looks down at the woman he intends to propose to next week, he begins to cry, as if he were an infant who had lost his ability to communicate.As Martha is carted away and John begins to leave the hospital, he begins to ponder what he was meant to do with his life now that his reason for continuing to go on was gone. As John starts to walk home, he enters the closet Bodega, picks up the most expensive bottle of whiskey he could find and pays. Still crying and not sure of how to go on, he sits at a lamppost on the corner of the street in the snow and just lays down and takes his first drink in a year. He sits back up, his tears gushing like a waterfall and his mind racing like an endless stream of consciousness, and calls Martha’s parents in California.When they pick him up and see him a blubbering mess with alcohol in his hands, they ask him, “what happened?” John, not knowing what to say, simply says, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save her.” “Save who?” they ask, “Martha,” he cries.Almost like the wave of the typhoon, both of her parents begin to cry out, and John, sensing he couldn’t be stronger, hangs up and continues to drink. As he drinks, he shouts out “Angelo, get me home and please no driver” and within 2 minutes, a fully autonomous taxi parks up beside him ready to go. He staggers in and lays down in the back, still crying and drinking, till he reaches home. As he gets out and walks up the steps, he is reminded of the fun memories they shared, like how he stumbled on a step while trying to chase Martha after a night out at House of Yes and how she would never get the door open on the first try. As he walks into the house, reminded of the times they shared with a bottle in his hand and an ocean of tears on his face, he looks at the home they once shared and truly felt like he was broken. 


Set in the wild Wild West, this fiction story starts to look at what could happen if we fully adopt cryptocurrency in our everyday lives

By Karl Idowu

The table is rumbling as Aj hit’s it with anger.

AJ Malone: Who is cryptopeppers ? What do you know about him? Don’t lie to me i will kill you.

Shonda: Bitch if i knew cryptopeppers don’t you think i’d be with him now?.. oooooohhhh you don’t think i wanna be rich too playboy?

AJ Malone: Don’t play dumb. We know you have an Iq of 128 and are a master of disguise.

He grabs Shonda by the neck.

Aj malone: We shall not take it easy with you and your boss. We will get those cryptocurrencies back.

Shonda: Shit… can i have some?

Aj puts the Vicerian brain reader on Shonda and as it falls asleep, we are thrust into the minds of one of the closest known associate of the infamous cryptopeppers.

Shonda met crypto when they where just young boys interested in knowing about bitcoin. It was the 7th of December 2031, the town of Valkrax 1.1 was beautiful and all it’s inhabitants were happy lounging around in their top of the line smart cars which acts as home on the roads, robots are seen picking up the trash, the sun is shining and as we all remember bitcoin 1xx was the hottest thing in the news. Prices were skyrocketing and other cryptocurrencies were falling. Shonda and crypto came together as young 16 year old Level 4 beings just looking to make some money. They had been tracking the markets and it was a warm sunny day when they heard the news about 1xx. You could tell a mile away the excitement in their eyes as they looked on with share disbelief.The reality of their inability to  purchase bitcoin 1xx left them sad as you could only be recognised on your 18th birthday when you reach level 5. They unfortunately were 16. Two weeks go by and we see a young Shonda and after pestering his older brother, we see it running to meet a young crypto.

Shonda: Crypto!!! Crytpoo!!

As he shouted in enjoyment unable to finish the words cryptocurrency. He races through the street and Crypto finally glances over his shoulder and is startled by the words, he yells.

Crypto: Slow down, Shondsss…. I’m chillin’

As Shonda catches up to him

He holds crypto’s shoulder and tries to catch his breathe and points a dark scream to crypto

Shonda: Seeeee

Crytpo: It’s off bro

Shonda realising he needs to knock his device, thinks the code and the holographic out word facing trading figures appears and crypto begins to jump in excitement.

Crypto: You evil genius

They invest the 5,000 bit gold into the account and being to hope and pray. They had each gotten this from work they had done in capital investment bank and this was the only money they had to their names. A week goes by, it is evident the money has been well invested and the investment is worth 17,000 bitcoin gold and they cannot believe it. They wake up

To be continued….

Tornado: A political dialogue

In this fictional post apocalyptic world, the leaders of the space race convene in space to discuss our way forward.

By Karl Idowu

The year 2027

Date : Unknown

Location: Space X moonbase

A white light shoots across the windows as not so young peter thiel looks down at what he once called home. He is joined by his pals,a rogue gang of new world leaders, Richard 76, Mark 42, Elon 56 and Jeff 63. They all grab their prepared drinks of choice as they wonder into the dining failities which houses the crew and families of the select survivors chosen to start life after the war which no one could have predicted, has whipped out most of their loved ones and distant family members. I just an engineer, in this case a fly on the wall, in the grand scheme of things listened in as they spoke and I must say the conversation really had my mind wondering. Not because of the severity of the issues addressed but because of the perspective they viewed the world in. This conversation ranges from what went wrong that year? Where the signs there? How could it have been fixed? Was it wrong we didn’t explain the true severity and how did they get away it?

Now for the average engneer like myself lucky enough to be prevy to survive, my recollection of events portrayed the violence as a necessity at the time due to false propaganda and an uneducated understanding of what was really going on. I was none the wiser of the consequences of the actions of our leaders and the absolute thirst for power which led to were we are today. All i cared about just like the mere masses were miniscule and none revolutionary or even important matters. There were signs but hey who cares what’s going on 2000km away? As long as i was safe and had my little material things, yes my little ideas of comfort and success.  My sense of danger idle and keen eye for economical and political developments left me uninterested after a while. Now as a reader I know you’re dying to read what was said to find the answers to the future you seek, before i proceed i would remind you that my account may be abit woozy and this was only based off what i was able to overhear however i still feel it will be insightful and helpful in preventing us getting to this point if found in the past.

The conversation from when I started listening in, began with Elon

A little background on the chums

Elon. He stands counting earth days at roughly age 56 which is why we call him Elon 56. Elon according to earth records was a South Afrrican-born Canadian-American business magnate, investor, Engineer,and inventor. He started a number of companies just like his counterparts  and their genius led them to success but absolutely noone could have predicted the failure of his car venture or solar power demise.

I mean how could they? It had over taken ford and Gm in market share and was well on the way to becoming the greatest ecological protectionist company on earth. I mean everyone saw and believed in his vision so what went wrong? How could this have happened? we also wondered. The answer to this question was being answered by the powerful man himself.

Elon 56: It’s funny how shortsighted they were.

Jeff: Oh not this again Elon!

He excalimed to the unwavering tongue of elon

Elon ignores with an arrogant stare away

Elon 56: I’m just saying I feel the real the problem was the shortsighted approach we all had as human of earth 1.

Richard: Not all of us he sniggers with content

Richard: Some of us saw and predicted it before others

Jeff:  “We’ve all heard your virgin stories as he glances at Richard and continues but as you know old man it’s not who did it first but it’s who did it best.

Elon 56: Technically guys I did it first. Needless to say we all did it pretty successfully or else we wouldn’t be here. Now back to what i was saying. I believe the short sighted nature of the human race led us to lose trust in the global agenda which led to a fall in our faith in humanity which ultimately led to our demise.I should have showed and expressed my vision more. I blame myself.

Mark: That an easy cop out for not choosing not to understand the root cause of the actual problem i feel was connecting people to each other and this over flow of information accelerated our destruction. I blame myself

Jeff: You can’t blame yourself for wanting to revolutainze the world. Look at amazon who knew that the enhancing delivery and processes like i envisioned would lead to new ways of transporting the worlds worst encrypion and products. I blame myself.

Richard: Nah I’m fine really, I did nothing but good for the world and that’s how i will be remembered.

Mark: Oh really? you feel that way, we had viison of changing and helping the world. were they perfect i think not but are none of us here without blame? It is irresponsible to sit down here and say we all weren’t to blame for the human race are the blame for where we are and that unfortunately includes us as well as the perished.

Richard: I was not responsible for the attrocities of the war but was just a mere survivor. If having prior knowledge about the events due to my ability to keep informed and be prepared made me a bad person then who are the goods one left I ask?

Silence across the room.

Richard: I grow tired of the buffonery exhibited when throwing blame from one person to another. We were part of the solution but were shunned , who fault is that.The events were present for everyone to see and the outcomes not so difficult to deduce.

Elon; You say this like they were there for the naked eye to see

Richard: Well if you must make us recollect the events i believe we have enough time.

Mark: We’ve studied this and know this

Richard: yes we have but you still are as clueless today as you were decades ago don’t forget your sheltered harvard life. Now I think events really began in syria. Let’s put aside, for the time being, that the Trump administration openly admitted it had no clue what it was going to do in Syria after the airstrikes. Or that key members of Congress and in the administration were clearly eager for “regime change” in Syria with no plan for the aftermath. And the fact that hardly anyone seemed to care that Russia’s former president Dmitry Medvedev said that the strikes put the US “on the verge of a military clash with Russia” – a nuclear power with thousands of warheads.

Mark: We all know this didn’t start with trump

Elon: True trump was a mad man but this started with bush and blair

Jeff: I’ll have to admit that this began before Donald. It really had to do with Oil money, power,corruption and greed. This was in the system before him. I mean are we going to act like the attrocities committed in countries which included Libya, Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, Sudan, Iran, Somalia, Afghanistan, North korea beginning in 2003 till 2019 all began with donald?

Mark: Murdoch and the media had the people fooled the cover ups and promotion of the singular western ideology was a terrible doctrine looking back. I mean i remember the first real reports that got to me. It involved US airstrikes claiming the lives of 200 civilians in Iraq, as well as dozens being killed in separate strikes supposedly aimed at Islamic State in Syria and several more women and children died in a raid gone awry in Yemen.

Richard: Those were just a few examples of the many attacks launched under the pretext of defeating Isis, don’t be naive how much good were these attacks that wreaked havoc on civilian populations? i mean the US military ramped up its bombing campaigns in multiple counties but were never tried.

Elon: At the same time, the Trump administration was expanding official US “war zones” in Somalia and Yemen, while working to “make it easier for the Pentagon to launch counterterrorism strikes anywhere in the world”.This alongside loosening restrictions on preventing civilian deaths that were put in place by the Obama administration was only going to create more problems than it was ever going to solve.

Peter: I’ve heard enough of these naivity, the best and most appropriate course of action was taken I believe, like are we going to sit here and pretend Bashar al-Assad  wasn’t a monster and a butcher? Do you  also want to pretend the people of Syria didn’t suffer incredibly? Or are we now going to pretend North Korea wasn’t potentially dangerous and unpredictable? Iran was far from innocent on the world stage which was the same with Iraq and Russia not minimising all the other threats to world peace.

Richard: The issue wasn’t these countries intervening in the American way of life but America intervening in these countries and situations that didn’t need them. We aren’t here talking about what ifs because we’ve seen what happens. We are on a space station looking at the wreck! the real issue here is how without knowing the protector needed to be protected and the defender became the defended. How could the blind lead an army?

Peter: Stop stop stop, we all knew other things were going to kill us. We had climate change in full force, uncontrollable weather disasters, religious wars, famine, droughts left and right. If anything the nuclear tensions were a distraction from all these things.

Mark: So because all these were coming, it wasn’t our jobs to save the world?

To be continued.

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