Fighting Mad

What on earth are we fighting for in the Middle East? Can anyone comprehensively explain our reasons? We had plenty of time to think about this before we sent so many of our young people to die. Why didn’t we?


When I awoke to these images I wasn’t fighting mad, more confused. When I learned about how it was carried out I was even more baffled. Like most people I was amazed by the fact these men piloted the planes into the buildings. That meant they knew they were going to die. What kind of hatred or love allows a person to subvert our most dominant fear? I talked about that here. What I want to get into now is our method of combating it. The intense faith of the people who carry out these acts is foreign to us. We treat our faith like a night out at our regular bar. We go to a place every Sunday, hang out with some friends, share some good stories and move on. But what would happen if you read the Bible cover-to-cover and then someone told you, “Okay, now go interpret it and make it happen!” You would be confused. The book contradicts itself. Also, some of the stories appear to be allegorical when you measure them against the nature of the universe. Are they supposed to be that way or are they accounts of actual events?

Well, let me put my junior theologian hat on and give this a try. Perhaps just like total lunar eclipses, the extraordinary events detailed in the Bible are relatively rare phenomena. That may explain why no one walks on water or turns said water into wine today. All right, so that must mean that the devil’s trick is our complacency? We have to be complacent so that when the extraordinary happens we are not prepared for it? But consider this—the devil has to trick us or we wouldn’t even have faith (we also wouldn’t even be here), only certainty and certainty goes against the laws of the universe. The only thing certain about the universe is its infinite diversity so in essence the devil isn’t actually an evil force but the sacrificial shape (remember he was once an angel) that drives everything. That sacrificial shape is the triangle or relativity. The triangle divides up seemingly perfect objects with relative ease. That’s all you need to know. We perceive evil based on the method of killing and how many people are killed. The more barbarous the method the more evil the person. If I kill one man with a gun, I’m considered a bad guy, but not demonic. If I run a Silence of the Lambs number on the bloke then I get that demonic tag. The more relatively rare the method the more evil it is considered. The same holds true with the death toll. The more you kill the more evil you are considered. But what happens when you kill yourself along with many others? Let this run through your gray matter—

When a man kills his family and then himself do we punish the gun salesman? No. Do we punish the therapist who couldn’t reach him? No. Who do we punish? There is no one to punish. The relatives are left with a substantial loss and they are equal parts saddened and angered by what occurred, but there is literally nothing they can do. Oh wait. The two families can wage war on one another. But someone has to throw the first stone. What if instead of throwing a stone a noted member of the deceased husband’s family killed themselves as a preemptive protest of the looming feud? That may stun everybody into submission. This would be a self-sacrifice that did not take out anyone else. It would be the only way to make things even though it sounds absurd—a whole family dies and all it takes is one to sacrifice themselves to make things “right?”

Yes. But that doesn’t mean one of our notables would have to kill themselves to make things right between us and them. Just some sort of sacrifice has to be made. What if in this country (USA) black people rioted every time an injustice was done to them? Well, if you go back and look at history there would be a whole lotta riotin’ goin’ on. The only way black people were able to make progress was due to the countless sacrifices made. The slave who was routinely beaten could have just offed himself, but for some reason he didn’t. He stuck it out. He felt the need to make a sacrifice because although he may not have literally known there would be better times ahead, something in him drove him to forge on. That drive is what subverts fear. To forge on knowing that you will probably never end up as wealthy and comfortable as your master any time during your lifetime or your progeny’s lifetime is a pretty amazing feat. So much so that the battered slave is living out his dreams via black stars and athletes. It’s no wonder why their display of wealth is generally so gaudy and ostentatious. Money is relatively new to them. Imagine a slave being suddenly freed for no apparent reason. He may lose his mind. So many things he’s dreamed of seeing and doing and now he has the opportunity. But he better hurry and get them done, because even though his master freed him, there are others who can’t stand the sight of him being free. Okay, that was bit of a tangent, let’s get back on track—

One man detonates himself and many die. Is he evil? He does not seem to be. No matter how hard we try we cannot see evil (the way we understand it) in him and I think that is what scares us the most. We see the confusion mixed with pride in the bomber’s face in the ceremonial videos he makes before the act. Also, there is a giddy nervousness present that most young men associate with falling in love. This is what WE MUST UNDERSTAND if we wish to influence positive change. When you strip away the seemingly extraordinary layer of religious faith and self-sacrifice the suicide bomber becomes no different than a confused, idealistic college student.

And let’s not forget who hit who first. Before that, we actually needed their help.


Evil is what happens when a person concedes to the ultimate fear. Those who intentionally harm innocents do so because they don’t trust innocence or they become intoxicated by it due to the lack of it in their lives. Young women tend to be targets by men who typically are unsuccessful with chatting up the opposite sex. He may have been ridiculed by them.

As an adult male he now takes it upon himself to exact revenge. The woman he attacks pleads with him and this drives him because it is the only time he possesses any power over such a woman. She is talking to him, asking for concessions. This moment is the most important moment in her life and he knows this and he gets off on controlling it. The killer is an interesting study because he decides who gets to continue on with the illusion and who doesn’t. He feels a sense of power. If he only knew the road he was headed down. The more people he kills the more suffering he will witness and actually unwittingly influence after he ends his own illusion.

You see, the illusion was meant to be experienced to its fullest or all of this hard work would not need to go into creating it. We punish murderers because of this, but we also must learn something from the victims. The victims were sacrificed unwittingly and without warning. They were complacent as they should have been. Killing will always be an aberration. It will always be extraordinary. Even if a civilization justifies killing another because they deem them inferior the doomed civilization will be shocked by the barbarity of their attackers and will likely be ill-prepared for it. This is genocide. The mass sacrifice is supposed to teach us a lesson. We are not supposed to prepare for sudden violence. To do so is fearful. Peace is the constant. Violence is the sudden reminder of mortality. If we respond with the same fear we don’t learn a lesson. Even if we “win” we still lose because just around the corner is another fight. Think about it, we justify war because it is killing a relatively small number of people to hopefully bring about a period of peace that affects a relatively larger number of people. But if we just keep on going from one fight to the next then the peace becomes irrelevant as the numbers of those who suffered and died over relative time jives with those who experienced peace. Also, we cannot forget the veterans and civilians still living who endured the violence. They will be forever shaken by their experiences and this trauma will undoubtedly trickle down to those who were spared. This is what typically inspires the next fight. As a result the relative peacetime becomes shorter than the period of war because the only true peace is peace of mind.


Most of these men prior to going to war ever really thought of their own mortality. These are young healthy fit men who are damn near invincible. But when engaged in battle where they literally have to kill-or-be-killed it becomes the only thing you can think about. Also, watching friends suffer and die only exacerbates these morbid thoughts. How on earth do these men continue on? They have to subvert the fear and end up getting lost in a surreal world where violence is a constant and death looms 24/7. This world is beyond absurd. Especially for the invading nation. They are uprooted from their familiar surroundings to unfamiliar surroundings while the men who command them remain at home in relative comfort. The soldiers are told they are being sent in to help the native people and eliminate our enemies (those terrorist guys). If the helping bit is true then why are the people they are supposed to be helping fighting them? Do the people not want to be helped? Not really, they just don’t want it to be imposed. Go find a stranger right now and try to impose your “help” on them. Better yet, find someone preparing to cross the street with a bag of groceries in each hand. Without saying a word grab the groceries and run them across the street, when the person protests yell back that you’re only trying to help. I’m sure they will be appreciative when they catch up to you. This was the philosophy of our previous administration. Luckily we have gracious soldiers who dutifully heeded the call and resisted the urge to “grab and run.” They are trying their best over there. Wish I could say the same for the administration that sent them there.

Guys, I cannot even fathom what you’re experiencing over there, but keep your head up and let’s hope this new guy will do what he said he would and bring you home. You all have some incredible stories that we NEED to hear.

“My country, right or wrong,” is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, “My mother, drunk or sober.”
-G.K. Chesterton


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