reply to post by omnilight
That was the single largest example of denial I think I have ever seen in one place. I had to stop in the middle and go out to dinner before I could
finish it. Thank you for that example of the very subject matter of this thread.
You need to understand that no one wants peace more than the soldiers you people send out to get shot up in your silly little wars, so you don't have
to go, and instead can stay home and decorate gun barrels with flowers or whatever it is you do for recreation. Yes, I said it right, the people YOU
send out to get shot up in your silly little wars, so you can avoid the responsibilty for your own actions and inactions. We die, so you don't have
to, and you get to stay home, safe and snug in your beds, all tucked in, knowing your secure because the big mean evil guys with the guns will watch
out for you, and you don't have to worry about evil crossing your doorstep, ever. NOBODY wants peace more than the soldiers. NOBODY.
Yes, murder IS a crime, and without us, you're on the receiving end of it. I suspect you to be one of those poor souls who lack sufficient capacity
to discern between MURDER and killing. There IS a difference, however much you care to deny it.
A 'vibrationally ascended whachamacallit godlet' WHAT? You're a god? tell me that again in a thousand years. Ought to be an easy short-term goal
for an immortal. If you're a god, then YOU stop the war. I'll be more than happy to go back to being left alone in peace. Soon as you get that
little thing done for me.
Until then, I'll watch and wait, thank you. Watch for those who come for myself, my friends, and my family. And when that day comes, as it surely
must if you don't get your little godlet fanny in motion and stop it, I'll give a practical demonstration of LOVE, by getting between my loved ones
and the danger, and trading bullets with the enemy. I always have, and I reckon I always will, until my bullet finally comes for ME, which is a given
as far as I'm concerned.
I apologize if you take this as a rant, or feel that it rocks your hippy-fied, love-filled, flower festooned little fantasy boat, but I have little to
no patience with folks that live in a fantasy world where they think they can 'love' themselves out of any catastrophe without practical action.
Such folk usually wind up very, and irrevocably, DEAD, godlet or not, unless there's some poor slob like me around to stop the mayhem from being
visited upon them. I hope you have someone like that near when the time comes.
I can't believe I held my breath through that whole rant.