War, What Is It Good For? Maybe Something
Fighting is the worst possible thing except maybe not fighting. The refusal to punch back leads to peace in its way. Being dragged into war is another in an endless delight on a globe those who just wish to be left alone are forced to share with bothersome goons who want nothing more than to actively share their own misery. Earth would be funnier to watch than it is for participants.
The enemy is fighting. It’s an unfortunate glitch with reality that warfare does not require mutual consent. Free will may occasionally be abused by dastardly brutes eager to seize more territory to ruin. The best option in a world that is not remains returning fire. Implements are indifferent. Virtue takes the form of how they’re wielded. The choice is often unfortunately either accepting assault or rather robustly showing that we aren’t interested in imposed victimhood.
Vladimir Putin’s dream of seeing the Atlantic Ocean means turning every country in between rotten. He wants to share the bleakness. The only thing worse than picking fights is lacking slap strength. A warmongering inspiring imperialist is as bad at war like they’re trying manufacturing anything other than a potato.
Exporting their only product is the erstwhile Soviet Union’s demented take on commerce. Russia strives to make everywhere as miserable as Russia, which is why they destroy as they invade. It never occurred to stampeding tyrant bitches that keeping factories running in lieu of bombing them would mean they could hold territory that’s more pleasant. Or perhaps the comparison to relatively pleasant life set a precedent invaders didn’t even want to attempt to copy.
The peaceful don’t want to fight by definition and nature. Dental patients with aching teeth don’t want to get root canals, either, but the only alternative is rot. Eliminating rather vigorous threats is the responsible thing to do to avoid even further agony.
An economical decision weighing costs versus drawbacks could lead to concluding today’s painful conflict would cause less pain than unchecked mayhem. One again, being an adult sucks. Being a kid does, too, but the persistence of time helps you become either more shocked by offenses or grow accustomed to them.
The only thing worse than being drawn into conflict is conceding. I’d rather not bring up the time al-Qaeda decided to not wait for our consent, which is merely an extension of their diabolical goals. Issuing a license to hunt terrorists was the closest the rather unseemly group came to acting like a government, although they neglect to make anything official.
Nobody felt like participating in World War II regardless of how fun Battlefield 1942 seems. Invaders hoped targets would genuflect while tossing rose petals under tank treads. Weary warriors must summon the energy to avoid the enervation of oppression. Chamberlain is assuredly remembered for bravely preventing fiendish violence, no? We’re once again having to repeat what happens to those who don’t learn history.
I’m sure nothing makes conflict disappear like ignoring it. Are you against peace? Complex analysts of our globe who think removing competition spurs efficient affordability assure us war is bad in case we didn’t know. Being ready just in case must provoke combat, as dastards assuredly adore attacking the prepared.
Barbarians find themselves bored if nobody is willing to battle, which is why we should spend our cruel tank budget on universal babysitting. That’s unless you like unsupervised toddlers, war junkie.
Being ready is a necessity, not a frivolity. The innocent don’t want to have to learn the art of drawing a concealed firearm. But looming muggers make the art of packing heat desirable to learn. Democratic mayors couldn’t do more to encourage remaking Death Wish as a documentary if they tried.
Living for the moment isn’t the swellest idea if things aren’t stopping. There might be more in the near future; that’s the way time has progressed so far. Like printing money to get rich, tomorrow is going to feature a crushing hangover that’ll far overshadow today’s mild bliss. Postponing problems doesn’t quite seem to end them. Being glad the invasion has only gone so far is a great way to have peace for five minutes.
Dealing with unpleasantness takes up quite a bit of our days even during peacetime. Maintenance, imperfections, and ineptness create lots of tasks to complete if anyone fretted about idleness. This world requires a tremendous investment in effort in order to rest. And forget it when careless parties infringe on your itinerary.
A messy confrontation may be inevitable thanks to the wretched conditions imposed by this thing we call our dumb world. Spending a rather large portion of our hours toiling in order to keep out villains is unpleasant business. But it’s far superior to letting a despot set your schedule. Russian trains aren’t as timely as hoped.
