Contradiction? Perhaps. However, I like contradictions. Cynical Optimism, that's my world-view. Some say I can't put those together, and yet I hate people and I think they have no chance; yet, I wake up every day hoping that things will get better. Cynic? Clearly. Optimistic? Probably stupidly.
Pro-War:Orwell once said something to the effect of "If your neighbor is building a cannon and promises to kill your mother, you better stop him." He was talking about fighting. Adolf Hitler killed millions of Jews, handicapped, and others of assorted
maladies. The world fought him. Clearly there was no other choice. CLEARLY, war WAS the answer. Some say, "War is never the answer." War is many times the answer. Pacifism gets you moral highground, high self-worth, and a dead family to boot. Proclaiming, "War is never the answer!" to the high heavens is convenient when others will fight in your stead.
Atrocities abound around the world, and I'd like to believe we can stop them all. There was a time in my life when I believed we could. Naivete is a tough shell to crack. Then you suddenly realize that it's not a shell at all. It's just layers of pudding with varying clarity. I hope you get my drift.
When I was a young boy, I saw my first war. I was into G.I. Joe, and Cobra always lost. I had to expect the same from real life, and there it was before my eyes. The TV washed in Night-Vision green. My pre-adolescent eyes staring in wonder of the power wrought by the nation I called home. We collected trading cards featuring vehicles and politicos. We tied ribbons around our trees and heard stories of much older siblings and cousins hanging out in the desert, waiting to clear the world of some man that I cleverly named Saddam
WhoIsInsane.
Lex Talonis // Code of HammurabiLaw of Retaliation // Eye for an Eye -- Tooth for a ToothWe didn't get him. I asked my dad why. How could he explain such politics to his son? I can't tell how I would have, I'm sure it would have been terrible. So we left, and it would be years before I really grew to understand what had happened. In the mean time I learned about pregnancy, and in turn, how certain girl soldiers came back preggers themselves. It still strikes me at this moment how we humans cannot ever escape sex anywhere. I learned about Hitler, and I learned about torture, and I learned to have a moral streak that was propped up by unyielding vengeance. All the time I thought Saddam should die.
Saddam was a killer, and we had every reason in the world to go get him. He killed and tortured many thousands of people. Well, at least he ordered it. That's wrong. Interesting how it takes less brass to do people in, than to actually do it yourself. Perhaps he was a coward? Not really sure, he sure did raise two hells of sons -- one would have to believe that Saddam really did have some brass.
How do you deal with such a tyrant? Well, you go to war. Maybe there's a better way to deal with it; but, in the end, there is always going to be a fight. Perhaps the fight didn't have to happen when it did. I'm pretty certain now that it did not, but that is for another day. Today we speak of why we fought, we fought so that others would not have to be tortured again. Kill the killers, maim the maimers, bring forth the mass of the most power nation the world has ever witnessed.
Perhaps I was bullied too much growing up, it probably explains my willingness to fight pretty neatly...
Anti-TortureIt's a simple concept. People hate war because they morally object. Unfortunately their objection is ill-defined. Their objection is to murder and violence. Everybody who lives in society (modern human society) objects to murder and violence.
I OBJECT TO MURDER AND VIOLENCE.
War is murder and violence, but at least it is focused. At least it keeps you and the future you care about alive when the other person in opposition to you wants that ended.
To quote Eddie Vedder, "It's evolution baby!"
We go to war to stop further death.
Bombing for Peace is not
Fucking for Virginity.
Bombing for Peace is
Cutting off the Infection Before it Spreads.After you cut the arm off, you need to keep the patient away from the infected arm. You don't toss the arm back to the patient and ask her to heal it. You burn it up and never expose anyone uninfected to it.
The US has reintroduced the infection to Iraq.
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