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Lobbing Missiles


"lobbing in a few missiles"... The ease of which we lob things about as if there is no other choice. Most sad.
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Peace is not an agreement, Peace is. I know that doesn't do much as far as a "plan" is concerned, but when one talks of airstrikes, an abhorrent word to be sure, then Peace is already hobbled by the implementations of war.
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When we speak of countries that "hate us", we pigeonhole the whole of the peoples within the borders of a nation that is being controlled by the machination of a warring machine, not unlike we have here in the good ol' US of A...
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Praying to the heavens (which I believe is beneath our feet) is part of the problem. Prayer is an action word, we have the power within ourselves to end all war, but it seems an easy way to avoid seeing our own collusion by then "leaving it up to God". That strategy might be a mistake, perhaps imagining that that is the way "we" want it to be handled is an error in judgment...
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The "defense" of a nation is no way to solve the issues facing another nation that is not a "threat" to the US, foreign or domestic.
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Certainly the US needs to care for those suffering within its borders, and then certainly care for those that we are able to outside of our own borders, but going to war to end a war overseas is not the pathway to Peace...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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