obscene eucharist

an obscene eucharist

Saturday, 20151114, sunrise. Somehow, it seems sacrilegious, almost obscene to be alive and safe after last night in Paris. The blasphemy of religious perversion so unspeakably evil that its cup of praise and thanksgiving is the blood of innocents. 

An act of war, postures Hollande, though neither France nor we will declare nor conduct war. If old age is not for sissies, war is not for the timid and reluctant who have had no taste for it since WW2. For any but fools, the object of war is not localized police action but total victory that goes to the source and necessitates contempt for boundaries, deaths of countless innocents, not to say risk of global annihilation and the damnation of history down The Road. 

The undeclared war that began 9/11 again creeps westward, who is next, what does it take to enrage us to fierce determination, and it will be interesting to see whether America elects as Leader some idiot whose idea of victory is to revoke national healthcare or someone who knows how to prosecute war to total victory whatever its cost. Harry Truman is dead. Not my ballot but my wager is on Raca the Timid. 

WW3 says the Pope, and he is right. We can win or lose. So far, we are not winning. But the cost of victory may be globally more draconian than My Lai, where "we had to destroy the village in order to save it." Destroy the world in order to save it was the doctrine of MAD, Mutually Assured Destruction, the defense deterrence doctrine of my generation. The world is mad, insane. Where from here.

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