16, and off to war…
Question: Who built St. Paul’s Cathedral?
If you answered Sir Christopher Wren then the rest of this won’t mean much to you.
I’m not particularly hawkish when it comes to war. It’s a grisly business, and to my mind best avoided. The problem with being dogmatically opposed to it is of course that when it comes to fighting obviously necessary conflicts you look a right prick. Like when Hitler had a go. There doesn’t seem, admittedly with the benefit of hindsight, any other position to take than that we had to stop him, although the Daily Mail and certain sections of the royal family may have had other positions at the time.
The quirk of this is of course that, like Wren, these moments in history tend to get linked with one name (Churchill for WWII, Blair for Iraq, Thatcher for the Falklands etc.) when of course we know that wars aren’t won by people making decisions, they’re won by working class kids blowing other working class kids to fuck until one set of working class kids loses. Now once a year the casualties of these conflicts and the people left behind invite scorn from the sneering classes.
Do they ask you to be a father to orphaned children, or a spouse to widowed adults, or give up your life to care for an injured veteran? No, they do it by asking you to take a minute to buy a paper flower, and another two to stop being a cynical cowardly greedy sucky wankshaft and think about something bigger than your selves for just a little while.
I’m not actually bothered if you like war or not. It’s not about that. It’s about separating this
From people like this
Once you can do that you can focus your anger where it needs to be, and your compassion where it can do some good. Then it’s easier to get to a state where your beliefs can be put aside, you can acknowledge and maybe even respect the human cost, and for 120 seconds you can choose not to be a fucking cunt about it.
Which when you think about it isn’t really much of a price t pay is it?
Enjoy the rest of your day.