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I suspect that if you're an "American" you're usually considered Christian by pretty much the rest of the world. That probably includes both Hemispheres. Even if you personally consider yourself to be an atheist by religion or not, if you're in uniform and killing their kith and kin, nobody cares. Do you think it matters why you individually think you have a right to be in another person's country, to the native inhabitants of that country?
Invading their country is a good enough reason for the warlords in Afghanistan to viciously murder you for just being in their backyard and inside their houses. Why would they not blindly kill you no matter what you think your reasons are, in order to put you out of their own misery?
The American troops dress like the Stormtroopers that come out of the Star Wars movies, only to be outfoxed and killed by a succession of bearded young men who wear unarmored dresses. They were whipped in Vietnam by smooth-faced young men who wore pajamas. How stupid has America become? Why is our war policy dictated by Hollywood?
I wrote the above paragraphs in response to an e-mail discussion group post that encouraged it, but they never got the above response. I made up something a little more mild-mannered to keep them from realizing I'm Superman in disguise. '-)
War has dominated the headlines of my entire life. I was born just two years before the Second World War started. I was six years old when it finished. Then came the Korean Conflict, Vietnam, Grenada, Honduras and a few other Island Nations, then Iraq and Afghanistan. I'm sure I've left some wars or rumors of war out. I'm old. I'm tired of war and killing. What happened to the comic strips?
There is something else about war that dominates my thinking. I've written extensively about my remembering vision in which I experienced through vision every aspect of my life since I arrived on Earth as a sort of seed pearl. Every part of that vision became about war after I had finally made myself into a homo sapiens.
It seemed really to be about weapons from sticks and stones to arrows and spears, then gunpowder was invented and all the weapons that followed that. In vision, I watched battle after battle with succeeding weapons and war after war. I watched myself get killed hundreds and thousands of times in wars, but that wasn't any shock at all after having lived as the entire spectrum of being the prey of my predators, and then the killer of my prey.
Life is about death, and that's all there is to it beyond abstract constructions to staunch the bleeding. War is civilization. Civilized people make war to kill off the young men who compete with their fathers for the right to perform the rituals of fatherhood. Young men go to war to kill off the old men of the culture they're fighting to stop them from sending their young men to war to kill them off.
War is a knee jerk reaction to sexual opportunity and thus procreation. Such that women are merely war booty, and gaudy cheer leaders who keep screaming "FIGHT! FIGHT for me! Show me you care! Die for me!..."
Fight him for me.
Take him on like a man,
and show the world
why I chose him
as your foe.
Why would I not
make sure that you win
If I'm chosen as
yo' sacrosanct whore.
Then, you can
stand before God
as some glorified clod
who will father the child
of our dreams,
who will conquer the world
with it's necklace of pearls
and make a queen-mother
outta me.
AAAAiiiiiyeeeeeee!!
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
