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War! Houh! Whaat is it good for?! Absolutely nothing!

You know what I don't get? I don't get how in real life, like the life you and I are living right now, we are not allowed, and even expressly punished, if we hurt or kill someone we disagree with in some way. For instance, I'm not about to go get my uzi and blow away someone at the grocery store because they got the last box of Devil Dogs (Gosh I love those things.) I'm not even going to do that if some idiot crashes into my car and maims or kills me or my passengers, even if it's totally their fault.

And yet, when it comes to war, you're absolutely allowed to do that.

It doesn't make sense to me that the whole goal of war is to kill more of the other side and that means you win. There HAS to be another way to go about reconcilling our differences. Like talking. Hey, novel idea I know. Or even maybe a game of skill. Like chess. Or even football. Why do people actually have to die in order for one side to win or get their point across? Is deciding on an outcome with a game of cards any more crazy than dropping a bomb on a country? Is the winner of a soccer match any more worthy or right than a country that just happens to have enough money to arm themselves to the teeth?

These are things I think about when I'm driving to work in the morning. I tell you, if women ruled the world...

Comments

Anonymous said…
women like Maggy Thatcher and Condi Rice?
Josh Shear said…
Warring sides have been known to break for holidays and soccer matches.

And lacrosse was initially a game of war. A lot of people did die 'playing,' but at least it tested the strength and skill of your warriors, not your weapons.

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