I posted about it before, but the cruelty and complete disregard for people, of their own country even, is devastating. And it also is a shame. An outrage. War is nothing to be proud of. It’s a means to an end. Always has been. When you look into history, the patterns repeat. Take any war you want.
The Thirty Years’ War in Europe is one dreadful example, of many. When either power or waning support in the population for a king or emperor or the cruel greed for more money makes people (men…?) look around for more. At any price.
Yes, indeed: Prices.
They are crucial to the whole business of war. Now more than ever. The war on Iran creates benefits for the weapons producing industry. In the USA. It makes oil recovery companies and gas station chains even richer. In the USA, and elsewhere. Oil that is petrol/gas prices are ‘going through the roof’.
So? “Who benefits?”
All the others, who work for all those peaceful and useful industries, having to take the car to work, every day? Or using public transport, day in and day out?
Some working themselves to the bone, literally. Some earning little to no money, in return, compared. I can consider myself lucky, for some time now, compared. But I know too what it means to live by the bare minimum of means, food and clothing.
One thing I know very well too: The people who know about real hardship – and not just about bullying, greed, lying, corruption and bribery, molestation and make-believe, such as that person called Trump, trying to ‘play’ at a nations leader…a criminal ruled guilty actually in front of a US court on 34 counts – I say, all those people who know about hardship, about real friendship and love, they are the ‘salt of the earth’.
All of them ‘make my day’ when I meet them. That’s real joy for you. These days I do meet them, a lot.