So I’m reading the news this morning, with them and they vowing to blast and scorch each other off the planet, this time once and for all, so help them God, and wondering if I should by virtue of some moral imperative that hasn’t occurred to me yet, take a side and root for a team. My first reaction is oh hell no. There is nowhere on this wide world of sports any nation, which defines itself by its capacity to kills its neighbors, that’s worth saving in its present form. All leaders of such entitles are monsters. And yes, that includes US. We are killers, they are killers, and them others is killers too, and in every case the house is rotted from the foundation and needs to be rebuilt.
What the hell are those people fighting over? I mean Israel and the Hezbollah . (The word Israel meaning him who seeks God, and Hezbollah meaning party of God, both pretty ironic.) I don’t know. Nobody does. It doesn’t matter, and I don’t care. The blood in the gutters offends the God of my understanding, and it offends me. I was raised to believe that all men are my brothers, Arab or Jew, Christian, Druid or Inca. You assholes stop killing my brothers.
Pachem.
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