Hakuna Moqtada; no worries for the rest of your days...

"I remind myself inconsequently that it is long past the time to quit after each cigarette has the life squeezed out of it. The reddish-tan debris from my cigarette butt lay haphazardly on the wooden lounge chair. A slight breeze enters unobtrusively, carrying them away as the charred cigarette rolls awkwardly between the gaps of the gazebo flooring. It’s a slow afternoon at the outpost. The out of form sun is high up in the sky, practicing for the relentless ass-kickery it will soon deliver during the upcoming months. But for now, the little bit of airflow keeps things manageable.

I must digress however; the United States has a policy that it does not negotiate with terrorists. Policy in general, however, has a tendency of bending and stretching with the cunning use of euphemisms. For example, diplomacy is an effective way to stop situations from escalating to war, but as a set of “boots on the ground,” I wonder how many more soldiers will be sent home with a complimentary United States flag as a result."
Tragically Famous