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The Difference?


What is the difference between war and revolution, includng the so called American one. One, revolution, comes from the bottom, from the very dregs so to say. From people who have to do something just to stay alive, live decently, sometimes just to survive, as in France. The other one, war, is a question of ego. You hurt my papa, I hurt you.

Don't get me wrong. The guys who actually fight the war are still like those old Roman gladiators. You watch us die, guys, that is entertainment.

And so it was that it came to pass, that the armies were arrayed on the battle ground of Kurukshethra. Theye were kin. Aren't we all? What is that word. Homo sapiens. That is it. So I guess you could call every one kin.

By the way, were did those Neanderthal guys go? So much for kinship !

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