Here’s a guy who poisons a reporter for the crime of reporting, Alexander Litvinenko. Here’s a guy who incarcerates punk rock girls for the crime of playing punk rock music, Pussy Riot.
On the flip side, here’s a stand-up guy who stands-up for another stand-up guy, Edward Snowden.
I’m not buying it, Vladimir.
Your intentions are questionable. Your behavior is misogynistic. Your motives, like you, are small.
As much as I’d like to support the desire to showcase sagging nipples, by riding shirtless on a horsie, I can’t trade-in one more millimeter of my manhood to afford myself the excuse of looking the other way as a bully picks on millions of gay men and women to assert his “straight maleness.”
Get a boyfriend. Get a reach around. And get over yourself.
I hate war. I don’t believe in war. I’m reading a book, “War Is A Racket,” published in 1936 by Marine Corps Major General and 2-time Medal of Honor recipient, Smedley Butler.
I’m bringing Smedley back.
And I quote…
“Yes, they are getting ready for another war. Why shouldn’t they? It pays high dividends. But what does it profit the men who are killed? What does it profit their mothers and sisters, their wives and their sweethearts? What does it profit their children? What does it profit anyone except the very few to whom war means huge profits?”
I understand war as a negotiating tactic. But I don’t understand war for profit. Targeted destruction reflects lack of imagination.
I understand war as a negotiating tactic. But I don’t understand war for prestige. Launching Tomahawk Cruise Missiles should be the ultimate source of shame.
I don’t understand war.
In 1936, it was clear. In 2013, we should know better.
Instead, we’re duped into waving flags. Instead, we’re duped into hating people in places we’ve never been and will never go. Instead, we’re duped into World Wars, Cold Wars, Holy Wars, Drug Wars, Sith Wars.
At least the Dark Lord knows how to turn on his light saber.