When you blow it up, it’s evil. When we blow it up, it’s collateral damage.
Donald Trump (I’m sorry, I’m as tired of writing his name as you are of reading it), has launched a missile strike against Syria. This was done to punish the Assad regime (a legitimately heinous clot of horror, itself) for its use of chemical weapons against its people. For the murder of his people, the Trump Administration will send over bombs.
It will not, however, allow in refugees.
This, in essence, is the Tump Administration’s foreign policy.
He is a human cloaca.
I’ve spent my entire adult life (decades at this point) listening to corrupt, self-interested nations justify the wholesale bombing of… everything. And here’s the thing:
There isn’t a justification for any of it. Never has been. Never will be.
Because bombs don’t really distinguish factions or flags or to which unhappy fiction you pray. That’s the job of the guy who pulls the trigger. And when faced with that choice, our collective failure to make the right decision over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again makes us just as awful as the regimes we’re trying to destroy.
We’re not the good guys. We’re just another version of the bad guys.
Out with nations.
In with stars.