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WAR SAVAGE


“That’s what we were fighting in Iraq. That’s why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy ‘savages.’…

The echo of this country's start should be sufficient not to misrepresent another by calling them savages. It's foolish, Chris Hedges, to imagine that they are anymore savage than killing them from a great distance, it may be nearer to your telescope's perspective than say an jet dropping a bomb from far above or by remote drone or what have you that destroys Peace and solidifies War. Got that backwards brother, try being a peacemaker instead of warrior, by your seeming popularity, it's be a benefit to all. See it? Hear me now or are you too busy with your fifteen minutes of notoriety? Who's next to bravely take aim at the truth of our duty in the name of Jesus Christ. Not so sure you understand your own savior, brother. Something tells me, he's no fan of war!

Stand down, or be found empty in your quest to rescue humanity by savagery...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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