'Planes Down. A Pilot Is Missing. And These Pieces of Shit Are Saying Nothing' - jojofromjerz
"Holy shit—are we really at the point where we’re white-knuckling a refresh button on foreign government feeds to find out what happened to our own downed aircraft and our own missing Americans, because our government—our government—has apparently concluded that silence, contradiction, and a full-body shrug into the howling void constitutes a communications strategy, because that’s not just failure, that’s not just incompetence, that is a pants-shredding, taint-flapping, full-genital-exposure collapse of a regime operated by feral, sweat-damp, power-poisoned bottom-feeders—braying, ball-less, brain-dead bumblefucks, knuckle-dragging, mouth-frothing fuckmongers—men so cosmically, catastrophically stupid they couldn’t route a two-car funeral procession without losing the corpse, blaming the widow, and live-posting the whole greasy, fuck-slick disaster to their socials before the dirt hits the box."
"We’ve got at least two aircraft down—at least that’s the number. That’s what we’ve been able to drag bleeding from the margins of the information ecosystem, because nobody helming this catastrophe can produce a straight declarative sentence without it curdling mid-air into warm, reeking verbal sewage, so we are out here—civilians, private citizens, people with day jobs and mortgages and zero access to anything classified—piecing together the fate of American service members like we’re reconstructing a shredded document with spit and desperation, decoding a drunk text from a concussed, conspiracy-soaked lunatic who spilled something sticky on the keyboard and keeps autocorrecting 'help' to 'hoax' like a dumb, glitch-brained shitbucket."
"CENTCOM has gone silent. Gone the way a bad roommate goes—cord yanked, door slammed, no note, no forwarding address—while families sit in the particular, specific hell of the refresh loop, F5 as a grief response, the insane, muscle-memory hope that the right combination of clicking and waiting will eventually force the government to acknowledge that their person is out there somewhere and someone with a radio and authority is looking for them. Like staring at a dead screen is somehow going to answer back. Like repetition itself might summon the truth if you just keep hitting the button hard enough, like grief has a cheat code and nobody told them what it is."
"And inside that silence—that fat, federally-sponsored, deliberately-cultivated silence—there may be an American alive. Alone. Hiding in whatever cover a crashed aircraft and a hostile landscape offer a single human body. Listening for sounds that belong to rescue and trying to tell them apart from sounds that don’t. Rationing hope the way you ration water when you don’t know how long the desert goes—and the gelatinous, grievance-gargling, gravity-defying shitstain who sent them there, who ordered them into that airspace with his chest puffed and his ego fully, obscenely tumescent, has said nothing. Has produced zero words. Has offered the families, the public, the troops still out there exactly fucking nothing."
Continued at link:
https://open.substack.com/pub/jojofromjerz/p/planes-down-a-pilot-is-missing-and?r=r38w4&utm_medium=ios
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