There Are No Makers Of

Our Apologies, Good Friends, For The Fracture Of Good Order, The Burning Of Paper Instead Of Children. How Many Must Die Before Our Voices Are Heard, How Many Must Be Tortured, Dislocated, Starved, Maddened? When, At What Point, Will You Say No To This War?

Every Nation-state Tends Towards The Imperial - That Is The Point. Through Banks, Armies, Secret Police, Propaganda, Courts And Jails, Treaties, Taxes, Laws And Orders, Myths Of Civil Obedience, Assumptions Of Civic Virtue At The Top. Still It Should Be Said Of The Political Left, We Expect Something Better. And Correctly. We Put More Trust In Those Who Show A Measure Of Compassion, Who Denounce The Hideous Social Arrangements That Make War Inevitable And Human Desire Omnipresent; Which Fosters Corporate Selfishness, Panders To Appetites And Disorder, Waste The Earth.

You Just Have To Do What You Know Is Right.

The Death Of A Single Human Being Is Too Heavy A Price For The Vindication Of Any Principle, However Sacred.

Faith Is Rarely Where Your Head Is At. Nor Is It Where Your Heart Is At. Faith Is Where Your Ass Is At!