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Well, there it is...

From the comments to my post "Forests and trees":

Couched in these terms I find very little about which to argue; however, while I concede there is a component in war time actions to strike terror and fear into the hearts of our enemies, it is but one small part of a much larger whole. After all, it is WAR.

I respectfully submit characterizing our war time actions as a whole as "terrorism" is painting with a very wide brush.

So, now I am forced to ask, what the fuck is the point? I should stop what is obviously a waste of my time in writing of these matters, because this comment came from someone whom I know is intelligent and is willing to at least concede that they do not have all the answers.

Yet, a conclusion regarding something that was not there was jumped to none the less.

Everyone is so trapped in their own viewpoint that they read things that are not present in any arguments that do not support their preconceived answers to questions.

There is still a self-congratulatory theme running through many blogs about how they will change the world by circumventing the old media and providing a way for true cross-communication, even though bloggers have shown themselves to have the same feet of clay as their nemeses in the hated MainStream Media.

Blogging has not changed my world.

It has merely confirmed to me how the human race deserves exactly what it has: a self-created Hell filled with fear and violence and blood and death arising from no good cause but instead rooted in an absolute refusal to see a world in more than us versus them terms.

A refusal to do the hard work needed to think, instead choosing to follow the easy path of reacting.

We have brains that we use just enough to create better ways to kill more at once, but we don't use to find solutions to conflicts that stretch back centuries.

We have the world we deserve, because we are the ones who create it, every day, with every choice, with every opportunity to think avoided and refused.

Am I a misanthrope? No, for if I were, I would not feel this combination of rage and sadness.

Someone very insightful, intelligent, and of a poetic bent once wrote to me in an email:

subject: saw the worst thing yesterday...

there was a struck deer in the roadway... he was rocking back and forth and trying to get up.

unfortunately, his back was broken.

futility.

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