Nope, again, no one really wants war now do they?

It looks fun and stuff on video games and movies.

We've already broken it down, but I keep smelling the smell of gun powder. 

In the beginning, it would be fun. The adrenaline. The illusion of justice being served. 

On average though, after most have had thier 1-5 kills, then what? That adrenaline is pumping! 

Then, someone looks at someone weirdly, and that triggers an old memory of a grudge.  The flood of grudges sweeps the blood stream along with the adrenaline surge flow from killing your first 5. 

Then, someone pipes up from the rear. The tone of voice, the words used. The hand tightens on rifle. 

It's the same situation from as before the killing for justice began. Same words, same tone, same system, he thinks, as his hand steadies on the rifle. 

Sweat gleams down from the brow, for it was just a week and a half ago before the war began, that the same tone and words were heard. 

(Finish yourself. Need a History book?)

Considering how counties and the people therein, already revival and spite each other, War Lords would form rather quickly. 

Rhodesia anyone? 

The biggest 'War Party' of course, was the Anglo Saxon guberments of jolly oh England; and uncle sam. Both England and uncle sam(e) are both White House Negro's too, of the Crown Temple. 

The field negro's are the territorial citizens. 

That is exactly the way it is too. 

The reason the Temple refers to the field negro's as 'cattle' and useless eaters. 

The inversion...

T'he Primary Creditors reduced on paper to useless eaters. Paper rules the world. Digits. Digits on paper, or electronic form. Hue reduced and defined by a bar code. 

That is all that anyone has ever known. Anyone alive on Earth right now. 

SSN  -- Birth Numbers.-- DL-ID

Everyone..........

The disowning of the Natural Self took place long ago. Replaced with numbers. 

Manifest destiny seeded, only growing brambles, while the blush veiled by calling them roses.