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 I was pregnant with my son during the gulf war.  And my DIL is pregnant with my grandson during this.....whatever we are calling it ...invasion of Iran?   I had my toddler daughter, and my big pregnant belly and i would have the news on all day until it drove me crazy.  It was right before Thanksgiving, and television had our military recording holiday messages for their families back home and i would sit and cry, and cry and cry.  Hormonal and emotional that anyone's babies were fighting a war.

I still feel the same.

Every generation has it's cross to bear, it's monumental moments in history.  And it's almost always a war.  Why.  Its a simple question.  

People are shit.  Thats why.  Someone is always trying to get more than someone else, or have more power over other people......war between the sexes, the ages, the cultures, land, money, intellectual property, on and on and on.........I have to have more than you do.  Thats the bottom line.

My way is the only way and it's the best way for YOU too.  If you don't like it, we'll just starve you, torture you, never let you have peace and eventually just kill you off because YOU aren't as good as I am.

And then there are the heroes who probably meant well - go kill the bad guys. But its the same thing on the flip side. logically.  Bad means there is good.  Good means there is bad.  pick a side and kill for it. 

Animals don't do this.  But we are smarter than them?

I have no solutions, no answers, no way to make it "even" or ideas on how to end the horrible way we all treat each other, in our little microcosm right up to the macrocosm.  But it does start at home.  It does start with one person, yourself.  And the effects reach out like that ripple in the water.

Its difficult to think that one person can make a difference, but imagine if everyone believed that.  It would be every single person taking responsibility for how they treat other people.  Not group think, not politics, or social media.....not the "i can't do anything about it so i'm just gonna ignore it"

Thats what i do.  I shut down.  I can't change it. So why stress about it?  Why care that babies are being starved or eaten?  Why care if women have rights or are treated like entertainment?  Why care at all about anything?

It's overwhelming and it's no wonder that so many people "don't care" because we are trying to survive the moment and get to the next moment.  Which is exactly where the people in power, whoever they really are, want.


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