MI:13 finally traps Doctor Who, indulging arcane torture devised centuries past by spymaster John Dee until every iota of memory is gone. His periodic regeneration proving a special relationship with power, he and fellow captured time lords serve on her majesty’s secret service. Unearthing the secret to what became of the Doctor, he who long ago lured TIAMAT away from this planet of mortals to her own undead Drakulon where all her lovers did perish, Vampirella readies for the end war, so shaken and stirred her pet specter Forry gasps. Louis “Duke” Duck traced a legion of Padre Pio bilocations responsible for nixing his pal Leonard, from remnants of Godcorp to the Trinity House network of lighthouses, the old rites giving up their ghosts aside the puckered ass of god. Fae Queene Gloriana gave her life for nothing. Word War 3 was to be a civil war after all, between Church and State and Industry with all caring only to see a magic screwdriver vanish finitely up the nethers of Vampirella for their own Bemused Satiation.
Have a merry with that, cryptologists.
We never truly set ourselves up for failure, because then to fail would be to succeed. Honestly we set ourselves up for heartache. And I’d wager, that more often than not it’s down to our over-employing what love or what cruelty we have to lend. By over-extending what we have to loan out, we engage only in a self-defeat. Each and every dumb-shit American I’ve ever traded insults or compliments with envy all those with more power or wealth or authority than themselves, stone-cold oblivious to how that power and wealth and authority is the cause to every problem outside their own ego. They wish love upon strangers and cruelty upon strangers but never love or cruelty upon those who might deserve it.