Syria - A Prelude to World War III?

World War I soldiers were eager to die for their Masters in
government and the vital "cause" of  Imperialism.

A World Gone Mad

Politicians have always been egomaniacal, chest beating maniacs eager to send other people's children to war. 

By Gary;

Let's bottom line this.  Human civilization has existed in Syria for 10,000 years plus and the area has never been an ally or remotely involved with the United States.

So, who the fuck cares if Russia is bombing Islamist terrorists?

Oh that's right, we "care" because the CIA, Islamist Turkey and Islamist Saudi Arabia have been arming those Islamist terrorists for years in their war against Syria.

Add in that Dear Leader Obama, without a declaration of war, has been conducting an unconstitutional war to overthrow the government of Syria . . . a nation that has never attacked the U.S.

Putin is bombing because we have been trying for years to overthrow Russia's decades long ally Syria.

Instead of addressing vital issues like the economy and open borders we see our liar hack politicians beating their chests over Syria to distract voters.

War, war and more war chant the politicians.

Our politicians have flooded the Middle East with weapons and fueled Islamist monsters to commit genocide.  Now the politicians want our troops to die to "stop" the Islamist they armed, protect "Western influence" and the "save" the artificially created nations of the Middle East from the World War I era.

Screw that.

Let's stop shipping arms and help the Russians crush the Islamists instead of fanning the flames of World War III.  With peace restored we can back off from this region that breeds insanity.

The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

And now every April I sit on my porch

And I watch the parade pass before me

And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march

Reliving old dreams of past glory

And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore

The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war

And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"

And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda

And the old men answer to the call

But year after year their numbers get fewer

Some day no one will march there at all