It doesn’t surprise us one ruble of Russia’s adventures in the Middle East and power play in Crimea, plus saber rattling in the Ukraine; the Baltics are looking over their shoulder too. China lauding North Korea behind closed doors, plus the taking of the Spratlys. And the recent shove it in your face Iran on the receiving end of banned weapons from Russia.
The United States pumps out words while the others pump out weapons. And for Hillary Clinton, do not think for a moment that she is capable; it is her who lit the Middle East up in flames. Syria, Iran, Crimea, Iraq, devastation everywhere on her watch. We are closer now to a nuclear disaster than ever before.
Iran to get missiles from Russia.
When push comes to shove and it will come, Israel, Saudi Arabia, Egypt will, or should we say must coalesce around the threat of the Sunni warlords. WW III is on the horizon; no doubt about it.
Barry McGuire had it right we are “On the Eve of Destruction.”
Lyrics
The eastern world it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war but whats that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’
But you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it’s bound to scare you boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Yeah my blood’s so mad feels like coagulating
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it’s the same old place
The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
And tell me
Over and over and over and over again my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Mmm, no, no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction