Going Rogue With Caitlin Johnstone

Pointing pistols as the man burns, as Gaza burns, as civilization burns, as the planet burns. I don't need guns  I need fire extinguishers. Raytheon racketeers and Pentagon pimps swollen fat from the blood of unnamed victims glossed over in headlines by The New York Times while National Guard troops patrol the New York subways and babies with legs like toothpicks fill our screens. Pouring arms into Israel  while humanitarian-LARPing aid airdrops. Waving around armageddon weapons while accusing peacemongers of treason. Well sure I'd ask for seconds mister president sir, but see I don't need guns I need fire extinguishers. I need someone to put some fat back on those babies. I need someone to get the plastic out of the oceans. I need the bombs to stop and the siege to lift and a healthy planet for the kids to play in. I need kids to stop getting their limbs blown off so they can run and play in that healthy world. Can you drone strike me a thriving biosphere? Can you ICBM those Gazans some food? Can you extin