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Entry: War Whore Link: http://www.takimag.com/blogs/article/war_whore#667 Post contents: Let Bacchus Sons be not dismayed, Now join with me each jovial blade And drink and sing And help me with the chorus. Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale, Pay the reckoning upon the nail So not a man will go to gaol, From Garry Owen in Gloria. Now guess where I used to hear that song folks. I figure with three VN tours under my belt that I have earned the right to evaluate the current fracas. And it is about time that others learn that those things which enable human survival----volition, culture and population density----guarantee that there will be war. That being the case, hurrah for them thar furrin wars. Being a true isolationist, I spread napalm on other people's countries, not on my own. I also have pretty good sense about who is on my side and who is not. 'Nuff said. Sent at: 2008 07 08