THE BEAR IS ON A RAMPAGE

Finally, the bear has had enough. Its mind losing all elements of reasonableness, it, must strike, its primordial instincts could not contain themselves. It is the alpha figure, the sole male, the strong one that he must make his mark. His territory or that he perceives to be his after all others have been lost, must be, returned to him. How insolent of the lesser creatures to intrude onto what is rightfully his, even though he acquiesced to some of his stomping ground, being, returned to ones who were already there before him. Howbeit, there are still that are actually his region, his marks, are, all there to be seen and felt but in their obstinacy and covetousness the minions still have the audacity to rebel thus encroach upon his jurisdiction. Whatever he had willingly, give, they are in want of more. To add salt to the wound they dare conspire with his archenemies along with acquiring weapon from them presenting to all and sundry their latent belligerency. His silent guns would not remain as they were for they should fire all the way. His people descending from the Vikings of old would not at all be the effeminate majority coerced into complacency. He had started what he can finished, his canons ready plus weapons of all sorts cocked, his infantry in the thousand most willing to march onwards anywhere. They were a superpower before and still- is. They too have the mother of all bombs just to try for size, perennially shortchanged they have felt and now they do not care any more. Darn you NATO and AMERICA just engage us if you are not ill at ease. We just want to protect our own and not see what is, little left, for them being, taken away, still not pleased with that then meet us all the way. You Dare!