Some unexpected military action.

A shock across the second line of defense.

In heaven you meet..

When violence shook them up the hand struck like a lightening clock!

The luck of an idiot!

Muppets are people like you!

Saints are sometimes here.

Trail Blazing is easy.

Destroy!

Don't turn me into a turkey please.

My advice to the warriors out there fighting the good fight is not to go silent and march in with out the support of much of the world. Even those who you think may be your enemies may be a friend with another mask on. Good causes are buzzing louder than villianry. You know the horrors of war in some way and does this not disgust you? Do you not see green grass littered with medal, and the limbs and heads torn apart also.

I'm not sure anyone has my point of view or if I am in left field past Jupiter. Maybe I have seen too many feel good movies. I don't know if people like what I am saying here. I may not be realistic. Okay, maybe I am just a silly poet. Perhaps poets should be taken seriously. Or do I have to say that I am a Nobel level physicist.

There is nothing we can not do together. Success is in our stars.

I defy your lack of optimism.

I don't believe China will offer full support to Russia, they have mixed feelings, is obvious.

Without timing or time limits there is the evil little seconds.

Do not Reward Russia, don't.

I see the world is getting more aware of what is going on in Ukraine, and not turning a blind eye to it.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!