I ‘m really tired of the label “anti-war.” I’m tired of the weblog Anti-War and the whole libertarian and liberal mantra of anti-war. I’m especially tired of the whole effeminate anti-war attitude so many men proclaim. But topping the list is the whiny pasty faced screeching women that endlessly preach the anti-war tune.
Let’s face it anyone with a shred of commonsense is anti-war. No one really wants war, no one wants to die and no one wants to kill, but as long as we have our human nature we are prone to violence and transgression. So we are going to have bad actors or bad nations that need confronting.
But why do these moronic people run around all day screaming their anti-war message. Well probably because they are moronic. They have no clue about human nature and probably had the typical effeminate socialist for their college history professor or high school teacher who filled their head with the neutered message of dieing in place with your head in the sand. Or they live in this virtual cyber world of the X-Box and Second Life and believe all life’s problems can be solved with individual contracts never once realizing the cash draw is being cleaned out from under their nose.
The other part of the problem are the idiots that glorify Bush and war at the expense of those that choose to supposedly defend this country, but who actually get used, abused and killed in the process. Sometimes I think these chicken hawks actually are the central reason so many whiny people run around screaming the anti-war song. It’s all part of the reaction, counter action environment.
I consider myself a member of the noninterventionist club. Basically the club operates like this: I have a big gun in my holster, I want to be friends with you and I hope we can be friends. And I’ll be friends until you commit an act of violence against me. Then I’ll draw the gun out, and take some suitable action to restore the boundaries. After that I hope we can be at least acquaintances.
I didn’t go looking for the fight; the fight came to me, and when it did I used the appropriate force to deal with the situation: no more, no less. That is a noninterventionist; that is what the United States of America was, and should be, as well as every citizen.
As for the chicken hawks…lets hope that when there are enough adult noninterventionists squarely in charge of this country the chicken hawks will go back playing Dungeon and Dragons in their little masturbatory world of make believe, leaving the adults to foster prosperity.
