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just got back from seeing fahrenheit 9/11, and i approve greatly.
it wasn't shocking at all, i was aware of everything he said, or it was not un-expected. but it was a well made, and often funny movie, that reminded me of why i hate war.

why vega hates war
if you are reading this, i can assume you are a flesh-and-blood human being, that you eat and shit like the rest of us, that you get mad and sad and happy and horny like the rest of us.
if so, then i can assume that, like the rest of us, you love at least one person in this world, deeply love them, with your whole heart. maybe it's your mother or father, or a brother or sister, a grandfather, grandmother, aunt, uncle, cousin, your lover, your best friend, or your dog.
now imagine that person (or pet). think of how happy you feel when you see that face. now imagine half that face ripped away, because that person was caught in a building that got bombed.
that's why i hate war.

there are no smart bombs: all bombs are stupid.