The best thing about Thursday is that it's almost Friday. Speaking of War, and Peace well that, and the traditional addiction to murder'n mayhem. I was looking at the images of the kids, and babies that were just shot up in Syria. That nation is the latest to meltdown as an offshoot of the Arab Spring.
Sadly the Boss of boss's over there won't take the hint, and go. The usual routine is to either get the Mussolini treatment or retire with a portion of the national treasury. Anyway this guy what's his name is staying, and is having his boys blow away babies to make his point.
What's a Queer Pacifist to do,..other than buy a slightly used Warsaw Pact AK-47, and join the fun. Yeah well that's no option despite my demented post below about not leaving home without one. Peace lets dream of Peace. What the hell would it look like or smell like for that matter.
Hey I don't mean suddenly everybody is inviting over their blood enemies for drinks, and oral sex. I just want to see folks not shooting each other for a while. Ya know try it out, see how it goes. Just stop shooting the hell out of each other, and see where it goes from there.
I found the two above flags on the 'net from an alternate history story where the two main morons in the world figured out how to more or less get along. Interesting. Has possibilities. ...ya think?
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