This is not a happy time. This war stinks.
But it's the only war we've got.
It was years before I understood what that phrase means, that it wasn't just cynical nonsense.
Everybody wishes they were fighting World War II -- preferably as the Allies.
You could make a case that the current idiocy is the result of W wanting to re-enact Daddy's war (or Daddy's war as seen in Uncle Ron's movies), cramming the real 21st Century world into his fantasy template, ignoring how bad the fit was.
I feel sorry for W. I really do. It must be hell, going through life never actually accomplishing anything, wishing you could be a real aviator like Daddy, or a real businessman like Daddy, or a real politician like Daddy, or get elected President like Daddy, only to have it always go wrong somehow -- getting into flight school with Daddy's help and going through the motions until you wash out, having to be bailed out by Daddy's friends, letting Daddy's friends buy you a ceremonial seat, letting Bro's political machine steal the Presidency for you.
Honestly, it must hurt a lot. Evne those of us who have stood up on our own and lived our own lives know the feeling: the nagging suspicion that we're just playing grown-up, that the real grown-ups will notice at any moment what we're doing and step in.
I do feel sorry for W, and I shudder to think of how he may fall to pieces at any moment under the burden he carries.
Just one more reason to get him away from that big desk.
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