But I'm a masochist, apparently.
Basically, he thinks Sadamn Hussein needs to be 'taken out' but he doesn't really like the idea of a war.
And he's annoyed that we bomb the shit out of a country and then rebuild it, "killing ourselves to go prop up their economy while destroying ours"
I said that if we're going to play babysitter to the world, we need to have follow through; That we rebuild these countries because we don't want them hating us even more than they already did, moving onto another tyrannical, bellicose dictator of a leader, and because war is a means to an end, not an end in itself; That we don't kill ourselves economically through our helping the nations we destroy, we kill ourselves economically by becoming willing slaves to the corporate climate and the 'greed is good' mentality of the yuppified "if it feels good do it" mentality that's been the disease of his generation; That every major economic plan since my *birth* has been driving us toward destitution and our just desserts as a super power run amok;
And then I said that maybe, just maybe, the way to avoid rebuilding these countries is to avoid bombing them into oblivion in the first place.
Now he's grumbling at the tv, always right about the tv people's lives because he's so fucking clueless about reality.
I think something between the world weary (sleep deprived), flat delivery and the huge amount of stuff I dumped on him all at once he had to just turn it off and pretend I hadn't said anything.
If I'd really wanted to push *all* his buttons, I'd have thrown something in there about how the military is too large, how the defacto racism in this country is still a major factor in why there will never be a united america and maybe something about Vietnam being a pointless exercise in killing american soldiers.
Wait... I *said* something about vietnam being a pointless exercise in killing american soldiers.
Sleep dep-ish political rhetoric.
AAAAAHH... it's 1999 all over again.