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People always tell you that evil turns upon itself.

That always seemed like some Disney movie shit.

Ever since my father went to war in Iraq in 1991 and I didn't know if I'd ever see him again for nine months--where my Mom physically wasted away in stress and grief--let's just say I take war very personally.

To me, the children of soldiers aren't invisible. The crying spouses as they leave aren't just good theater.

They are me.

They were my family.

So anyone that would voluntarily start a war of aggression, earns my greatest contempt.

(And yes, that includes my own country, and why George W. Bush gets to live out his live making paintings instead of apologizing for the rest of his miserable life to all the war orphans--but I digress)