What The Fuck?
That is the question I found myself asking today after a long game of hide and go seek. Why the **** do we have wars?
Seriously??
All the ever results from wars are:
a.) Loss of money
b.) Loss of resources
c.) Loss of life
and d.) More f***ing wars
The only answer behind it all is just a load of backhanded slaps and handkerchief whipping between politicians from different countries who have weak drunken brawls after one too many glasses of gin and tonic. Now all you conspiracy theorists can interpret my stance from that above statement anyway you wish (I’m looking at Rosie (<3) and her mother (who according to the Institute of Mal I “Luv”)) but in the long run it isn’t going to get you anywhere, and this in turn is quite similar to track running. I myself have done track running and find it rather amusing, especially when the other participants realise that after all that wasted hot air they’ve found themselves back where they started. Wow, that is an impressive metaphor on war. Hopefully then George will die of a heart attack soon as he’s been going around and around this track for sometime, and has been carefully leading America with him like the mother of person with Down’s Syndrome who will take them to events and parties but always seems to be smiling and holding their hand.
All in all wars are just warts without the t.
