Two Drowning Men Pulling Each Other Down to the Bottom

Caught in a rip-tide and being dragged further out to sea, Mr. Brennan has hit the rocks and lost his ship. Floating with him, a hapless group of CIA and NSC Cold Warriors, all in way over their heads.

Having torn the sheets and smashed the hull, they bob in the waves. Lost is the wars they started far off over the horizon. Ukraine, Syria, who is to blame? Michigan, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, too.

Now, they have seized some bloated fat guy they are trying to turn into a raft. Two-faced, venal opportunist, he waded out into the water, seeing an opportunity to make a buck off
the ship-wreck.

As they struggle, arms grappling and legs thrash,
their combined weight pulls them all down together into the ever-darkening . . . murk.

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Bisbonian's picture

is that Pete mis-spelled "waste".

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"I’m a human being, first and foremost, and as such I’m for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.” —Malcolm X

Alligator Ed's picture

Bisbonian suggests Waist Deep in the Big Muddy.

But our author is definitely entitled to add music of his choosing, should he so select. What would he--or others entitle this very lyrical essay. If the music's halfway decent, I'll dance to it.

The closest I can come really references the whole Dem party:

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"The architects of our doom
Around their tables sit
And in their thrones of power
Condemn those they've cast adrift"

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