The Six Week War

The healing process, much like the Middle Eastern peace process, is interminable and exhausting. Two opposing sides, the Trans-Medicated Republic versus the rogue state of Ouch, negotiate ceasefire deals around a heart-shaped table. But somehow talks always break down before any compromises are agreed; only another stalemate is achieved; the two armies entrench themselves in the frowns on your forehead, erect roadblocks in your nose, and trade insults in the night. Everyone knows that the Trans-Medicated Republic will ultimately emerge victorious with its unstoppable strategy of overwhelming force; but even in defeat the rogue state of Ouch will never really surrender. Alas, there will always be small pockets of resistance fighting in the mountains of the mind; guerrilla units comprised of aches and itches making plans to disrupt the system whenever and wherever they can. Apparently the price of plaque free arteries is eternal vigilance.