Two men, two sides. The time for talking had passed, rolled on by like a tumbleweed across a dead-end town. You see out there beyond that door shut and latched, the place where you and I belong? Out there Uncle Joe and Putin are monsters, killers by the thousands, tens of thousands, maybe even millions. But in that room away from all that? They were just two men: Two eyes, two arms, two lungs, two legs, and a beating heart nothing more, nothing less.

I know all that now but if you were to have asked me at that moment what I thought, what I was feeling? I’d tell you to ask everybody else in that goddamn room, yourself included.

Seeing those two men, those two legends finally square up and face off? It did something to me, did something to everybody else in that room, I could feel it.

You know I remember listening to an old Sawbones once, he was talking to me. The whiskey had run out by then and he’d been trying to keep my mind off the pain as he took to setting my arm after I’d snapped it clean falling off Kingmaker, my horse.

He said that you and me and the Blacks, the Mexicans, everybody living and breathing like we do have similarities, our brains all kind of work the same, share the same stuff. Sounded like horseshit at the time. But there in that room, surrounded by people of all colors? I knew it was true.

There was like an invisible thread between us all, a current or river of some sort that connected us, got us all feeling the same thing. A kind of breathless excitement, an attention, and focus I’d never felt before. I can see everything even now, clear as day.

The two men locked eyes and I reckon that at that moment, for them the entire rest of the world fell away, they were transported to a place that only they and the Lord Jesus hisself were ever made privy.

Breathing slowed, muscles flexed -twitched, communicating their killing intent in their show of restraint. And the tools of their trades, the killing weapons remained inert just within arms reach of either man.

“Ready!” came the voice of the judge, though it could have come from anybody as far as they must’ve been concerned. “Draw!”

Their hands blurred, dipping for their tools. Uncle Joe was first, he was a killer, been doing it longer. Putin was slower on the draw, but no less skilled. As each party became equipped they instantly let their killing hand fly. Their tools screaming across the sheet of paper in front of them, smoke plumed from the terrible friction, and even though obscured, the rhythm of their duel could be intuited: First came the circle, then the numbers, one through twelve, finally the hands.

A few seconds was all it took, a few seconds longer for the smoke to clear.

Out of respect, I’ll spare you the details of what pitiable thing Uncle Joe left behind, pains me even now as I recall it. It wasn’t a fair fight, we didn’t know it before but the crowd kept silent as the realization hit home. Nobody in the crowd spoke for a long time, nobody had to. Putin’s perfectly drawn clock already spoke for itself.

Topics discussed on today’s episode include: California Reopens, Biden vs. Putin(The Big Showdown), Kamala’s Bipartisan Cheese Puffs, Indictments Coming For Trump!

Air date: 06/16/21 - https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1057967052