"The wretches will suffer punishment, and will
shortly meet the end which they deserve."
Nero

We're way beyond shaming people for hitting the political snooze button for the better part of two decades.  There's no longer any point in arguing with willful mannequins who are somehow unaware that the idea of "liberalism" as it existed since the 1960s was rendered obsolete by Barack Obama.  Almost 20 years ago, by now.  Not only does the shaming not work, not only are the arguments (and the energy spent on them) wasted, there just isn't any time for it.  Some people are still hitting the snooze button about 9/11, for crying out loud.  The mainstream conspiracy theory about boxcutters, fireproof passports, and crash sites with no aircraft debris persists, unbelievably, to this day.  Presumably because it's easier to float downstream with all the other dead fish, than it is to swim against the current to save yourself from going over the waterfall.  The JFK assassination, 9/11, Kanye West's career, all point to an unwillingness in the mainstream American psyche to admit the truth.  Lee Harvey Oswald and Osama Bin Laden dropped acid on a flight out of Kabul and dreamed up Kanye West's entire discography before they fluttered to the ground, miraculously unharmed, like a talent-proof rap song, or a militant passport on the streets of New York.  Osama Bin Laden is like the Kanye West of Al-Qaeda.  He had as much to do with 9/11 as Kanye West has to do with art and music.  Al-Qaeda probably exists and is genuinely bad, but I think Al-Kanye poses more of a threat to America.

Don't you?

As disturbing as the image is, regardless of how much ventricular constraint it may cause in the hearts of the excellent, there's no more time for such nonsense.  The alarm has gone off again, and if you hit the snooze button this time, it might be the last mistake you ever make.

"Snooze" by Roberto Oscar Gasperi

The alarm, of course, is the absurdly-malevolent escalation of war with Russia.  I'm not going to shame you for sleeping in well past the end of the day, to the point that it's almost midnight.  Maybe you needed the sleep.  It happens.

But if you hit the snooze button again, or hang out with people who do, beware.

The days of downloading babies from stacks of hundred-dollar bills are over.

"Download" by Roberto Oscar Gasperi

If you're still in denial about reality, if you still believe Vladimir Putin is a "dictator," if you still listen to people like Oprah Winfrey and Hillary Clinton, if you don't lament the devolution of late-night TV from Dick Cavett and Johnny Carson to what it is today, if Robert DeNiro doesn't make you laugh/if Leonardo DiCaprio doesn't make you shake your head, if you're waiting for the next Beyonce soundfile to "drop," if you can name a soundfile by a grown man who calls himself "P. Diddy," but have never listened to real art by people with real names, such as John Coltrane, Mozart, or Miles Davis, if you can get past a screenshot of The View without affecting your digestion negatively, if you are genuinely angry because nobody cares about your selfish, base, naturally-unfulfilling sexual predilections, if you voted for Kamala Harris because she's black and/or female and still believe you're not a racist, sexist bigot, 

If you voted against Trump because you thought he was going to start World War 3,

And have been snapped out of your stupor, to some degree, by the insane malevolence on display by those who are actually escalating the war in Ukraine,

And insist on hitting the snooze button again,

Then you will presently suffer punishment, and will shortly meet the end which you deserve.  As your ice cream Caesar said you would.

"Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago"
Neil Young

If, on the other hand, you've chosen not to hit the snooze download button, and are actually kinda freaking out, let me be among the first to extend an olive branch.  It's not too late.  Well, I mean, it is.  Way too late, actually, but not for you.  “Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved" (Romans 10:13).  Do it.  Do it now.  Call on the Lord.  Seek Him while He may be found, “call ye upon him while he is near:” (Isaiah 55:6).  It's not too late.

Until it is.  Which it will be, soon.  Don't wait to read the writing on the wall until the walls are falling down around you.  And don't go back to sleep.  Time is running out.

Good luck.