02-24-2006, 07:23 AM
Occhidiangela,Feb 24 2006, 02:09 AM Wrote::angry:
Doc:
Your platitudes and generalities on the allegedly grand topic of man's imperfection, war's brutality, and man's inhumanity to man are trite and empty. They add no value to the topic.
The subject is the here and now, the reality, the gritty fact of what is. The title is a reminder of the following: while a lot of us amuse ourselves by playing War Games, however fun they are, the reality upon which those War Games are modeled is nothing to be taken lightly, nor to be undertaken by morons.
If I could be granted one wish, it would be that a Marine Sniper with a .50 cal sniper rifle would be given the mission of removing a vile warmonger. He is named Wolfowitz and is currently serving as head of World Bank. Chickenhawk for dinner, anyone?
But it won't happen.
Why?
Fantasy, like WoW, is not reality, so we endeavor to persevere.
Of course, that SOB better not show up in a bar where I am drinking, unless he likes eating empty Becks' bottles. :angry:
Occhi
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The topic it self is empty. It too, is pretty much just the same old same old fill in the blanks this has all happened before sort of stuff. Something blew up. Somebody blew that something up. It has been repeated a thousand times. And yet, no matter how many times I read about this sort of stuff, it saddens me a bit. Sorry, can't help it. **Shrugs**
They complained and had much anger about temples and shrines in Nam being damaged too.
All of this has been said and done before, yet we still go on with full sound and fury over each new event. When I was younger, each new event brought rage. Anger. Hot headedness. "Somebody must pay." Lately, I am to tired of all of this. I see the church burnings right here in our own country going on right now, and these mosques, and whatever else, and I can seem to feel is pity and sadness over mankind.
In short, I think I am getting to old for this.
As for Wolfowitz, hire a repairman from Pinochio Hired Help Agency. They have a wonderful no strings attatched deal going on now.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."