Like you, I get madly depressed over this, and then I sink further down when I realize that even if the pitiful "reasons" and justifications for war that people invent all went away, there would still be an overriding one that assures that wars will continue, and that's that there are some really powerful and greedy people who make enormous profits from it.

I'm always reminded of Hearst saying "you furnish the pictures and I'll furnish the war."  Just a game to them, a business decision; just ignore all those body parts strewn across the landscape, all those shattered lives, all that bottomless despair.  

These powerful people who obviously feel that some lives are simply worth more than other lives are the people I fear the most, the ones who believe that most of the lives in the world are nearly worthless and certainly expendable.  

Okay, I'm tapped. Must go learn the words and steps to the Carmagnole.  Thanks for another great diary, poemless.

Karen in Austin

'tis strange I should be old and neither wise nor valiant. From "The Maid's Tragedy" by Beaumont & Fletcher