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And forty frigging times later of my roommate
declaiming how hot George Clooney is, and I almost missed it. The point of the whole friggin' movie.
We can't do shit right!
War is messy, and innocent people suffer and die. And as long as we share an overpopulated planet of limited resources or continue to cultivate the cult of personality, then war will never end.
One lesson that seems learned from WW2, we must thoroughly kick ass. It's no good to count on the population to foment local instability and unseat a regime. Iraq and Afghanistan will serve us potent lessons - we can leave no stone upon another, and we cannot wait for them to bring it to us - we must go forth and spank. Perhaps we humans are so cussed that we don't learn the lesson any other way.
And it's our time in the sun - boy howdy. This is the thing all these countries forget - Persia/Iran, Babylon/Irag. Assyria/Syria - they have all ruled substantial parts of the world - as have the Mongols, and the Russians, Briton, France, Germany, Austria, the Turks/Ottomans, Egypt, the Greeks, and Rome. (Did I miss anyone?) And these brutal regimes have slaughtered millions and millions of their fellow humans in their quest for hegemony.
It's our turn now to fuck it up. And you can bet we will. Because at their core, humans are non-manageable. Mess with us and atrocities are committed, innocents are slaughtered, and children watch their mothers torn to pieces before their very eyes.
Don't even spin the Palestinian nonsense on me. Let me ask you about the Kurds, who die by the hand of our enemy and our friend.
So civilization stumbles along, inch by incremental inch. And we just get the race a tiny bit further along, as our ability to butcher each other rises to heights apocalyptic.
It isn't going to change, and we aren't going to make it any better. We can only say us, or them.
For today Lord, let it be them.
