Chinese Spy Balloon 🎈

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So we used an F-22 to shoot a missile to down the Chinese Spy balloon that was floating over the land.

My first thought was that it was probably a balloon sent up to advertise the Super Bowl as they certainly need people to watch that, right?

But no, it came from China, like everything else, right?

And of course, it was more about everyone in the world shouting what had to be done.

Donald Jr. sent out a tweet asking people to go out and shoot it down themselves if Biden was too afraid to do so.

Not a terrific idea as the balloon was about 7 miles up.

I’m sure that there were plenty of people grabbing their guns to head out and give it a good old non-college try.

Shooting bullets straight up in the air isn’t all that bright of an idea.

But, then, on Saturday afternoon came word that the balloon was popped over the water near Myrtle Beach.

Waiting for the people who want to be contrary to shout out that we shouldn’t have shot it down.

Because that’s how everything goes now.

Everyone knows how to do everything and when it’s all cleared up…

…it’s either the right or wrong thing to do, depending on whether or not you’re rooting for the team in the blue or the red.

I don’t even know what to think about any of it.

Obviously they were flipping the bird at us, but a big old balloon?

Shot down over the water?

Should be a non-story by Monday morning.

Unless it’s part of a bigger plan…

…in which case, I still won’t have much of an opinion because the defense department with their astronomical budget should be able to handle all the balloons that they care to send our way.

We have plenty of missiles, right?

Can shoot balloons down all day long.

Back to screaming about gas stoves, (which aren’t really going away) I suppose. 

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