I was talking to one of my Pinko friends the other day... although he prefers I not use the term "Pinko friend"... about the meaning and reasons for War.
He said... "I am a pacifist. I am against ALL war."
I said: "So... there would never be an appropriate reason or provocation for military action?"
He said: "No".
I said: "Then give me your wallet, punk. While you're at it, bend over so that I can get a better angle at kicking your candy ass".
I finally figured out why people like my Pinko friend and I see things so differently. He grew up in the Midwest, and attended Prep Schools. I grew up on the Border and attending a public high school that was 70% hispanic... a small minority of which were true, color wearing gang-bang cholos. Real predators... they learned it from their big brothers, who learned it from their daddys. Always a pleasant sight, 6 or seven guys, faces smeared with metallic spray paint from sniffing before school or at lunch, rambling up to me, solitary white guy, flipping their blades and demanding my pinche gringo lunch money. A person has to decide at that moment if you are a cud chewer or a predator. Those that enjoyed eating lunch at my highschool could choose to be omnivores or carnivores in our Mutual of Omaha environment. The herbivores transferred to private schools.
So, while a bunch of sheep can get around, play KumBaaBaa on the guitar and harmonica, although hard getting the fret fingering right with those l'il hooves, and talk about the basic rights of ALL animals amongst themselves, those pesky wolves and lions just sit back, smile and lick their chops. Just means more easy meat on the table.