fer a Texan without a motorcycle \ufffd
Matters have probably gone too far (and our particular forays du jour gone too serendipitously - as NoOne could have predicted just weeks ago..) for us to even play much at bein Mr. NiceGuy - Hey! wanna buy our stuff? Huh? Huh?
I don't know (either) how you de-program thousands (?) of wannabe ex-virgins enroute ---> to an only slightly less-absurd Reward than er Xian Heaven-with-harps. (And our own theological nostruns intermixed with Govt. - demonstrate that we can't even de-program ourselves.)
Maybe.. just maybe the sight of heaped dead burnt bodies in wholesale lots, will deliver such a conscious shock (can't be no steenkin Martyr.. if'n They gets You! afore You gets Yerself! - no?) -- that there will be some er widespread epiphanies amongst the holy sheep.
Maybe.. but it'll be the First time IMho. People are fond of dyin for shibboleths and fantasies; especially when they're livin amidst trash and Puritan-variant secret police already. What's to lose, if'n ya never Had.. a good day since you were weaned?
Muricans know *nothing* of how the rest of the world actually lives day-day - and care less. And certainly aren't seriously into sharing. (except platitudes about Workin Hard\ufffd and you too.. can be the 1% fat local cat)
Then there's Arbeit Macht Frei to kick around - try that one on permanent inmates of the Jordanian/Syrian Resettlement Camps?
It's gonna be an interestin Crap Shoot, methinks.
Ashton