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cher isobel,
this is our randomness in tandem.
Perhaps I'm a bit perplexed by the fact that the blurred lines between reality and fictional characters can be so indiscernible to some individuals. The strong nose of false distinction held way up high above those around you holds true even in real life. Oh right, I forgot that you're a Don, a commander of powerful armies, the caesar of today's modern times. Women fall for your dangerous lifestyle, cologne heavy in eau du misogyny. Your pixelated gun collection draws enough attention to make your enemies rotten with jealousy. Apparently you have nothing to compensate. Your off-grey suit makes you look sharp and cheap champagne - classy. fucking balls, my ass. The confidence you exude is seriously live action satire... only problem is - you're obvlious.
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In other news, some random commentary from MBLOG:
"War, Cherubs, is the #1 clambake on the planet – even more so than Bill O’Reilly’s latest book. More time, money, and effort is invested in developing, selling, and implementing tools of destruction than any other enterprise on earth – including condom sales, which, by all accounts, should be through the roof. Because let’s face facts – sex is a far better enterprise than war.
Killing people is a goldmine. Finding new and fascinating ways of ripping the human body apart, slowly burning flesh away from bone, exposing it to such high heat that it basically disintegrates, corrupting and neutralizing the central nervous system – all of it is bank. Then there’s the hardware needed to make sure that it all goes off without a hitch. The vehicles, the helicopters, the aircraft carriers, stealth bombers, submarines, and the logisitical support provided by all of those patriotic contractors.
That, my friends, is progress. Not capitalizing on illnesses in the name of profit – though Big Pharma does pretty well and has some fantastic tricks of their own – but real progress, like taking something as devastating to the human body as a large bullet and adding to it the ability to burn your insides as if washed in an acid bath once it punches a hole in you the size of a golf ball.
Progress is being able to sucker kids into loving death by playing video games in which they can launch devastating ordinance from miles away and watch them decimate pixilated buildings and people. It’s those same kids that end up sitting on ships in the Persian Gulf with their finger hovering over a button doing it for real. Progress is found in the fact that having palyed the video game before hand, they can envision how ‘cool’ it’ll look when that ‘baby’ blows to shit whatever it is that it’s being launched at.
Progress is being able to say that you have a formidable and highly advanced military capability and aren’t afraid to use it, no matter what the cost to your principles, because the truth is that your principles are based on having a formidable and highly advanced military capability.
Nations such as the US and Russia, China and Great Britain, have impressive military capabilities. All of them are also nuclear powers, the first two being the world’s preeminent nuclear powers. So is it just me, or does anyone else find it somewhat telling that a group of fanatics can hijack airplanes and fly them into buildings and they’re called lunatics, while the five permanent members of the United Nations Security Council are responsible for almost 90% of the world’s conventional arms exports, arms that find their way into the hands of children in Africa pressed into military service, and even the hands of the very ‘enemy’ that the ‘civilized’ world is supposedly now fighting, and they’re championed as being just?
Comedian David Cross probably put it best - “You cannot win a War on Terrorism. It’s like having a war on jealousy.”
In the name of dethroning tyranny, a country was invaded and occupied. And now the justification for not abandoning the folly that ensued is that too much damage has been done and too many people have died.
That’s progress."
--Matthew Good
