Yes. Once in a blue moon, we find a flash of common ground.

It is exactly where they belong.

Where I belong, and you too, you orange freak of the Great Mistake.

Never mind that no amount of bombing can put anyone back where they belong.

That no amount of effete modern goodwill and recycling can ever fix the Mistake.

We are the children of a lost Eden, and we can’t ever go home again. God said No.

Re-wilding is nothing but a doomed attempt to force the impossible into re-being. It is as the brother said.

And, I don’t care about that truth.

I have my sooth instead, and

I’m in genuinely mad hot pursuit of the impossible regardless.

Get out of my face and suck on that, Don, and all the Dons from Hammurabi to Corleone.

This is the flavor of madness I freely choose, and I’m right to choose it, and no amount of being right will ever do me the slightest bit of good.