Modern war

Things rarely develop unexpectedly. Despite the near-deafening advertisements about innovation and change, we generally know, far in advance, what’s coming. I think we accept unfortunate situations because they’re described to us well ahead of time, and we embrace them in our expectations. So, when I was in college, the claim was that someday – unlike in that day – we would be a nation of ‘burger flippers.’ And we became one. Someday – unlike in that day – we would lose our Social Security. And we’re OK with that. Someday – not quite unlike that day – wars would be television programs that don’t harm our own children. And, well.

There is still some harm done to our own children, of course. But the TV thing: after one hundred thousand dead and two years of war, it becomes time for the monolithic invisible global government to announce Syria’s use of chemical weapons and prepare – a strike. Prepare a strike?

Markets gyrate. Commentators foam. The strike could come as early as Thursday! The strike may be coming! The strike may be coming!

A couple of days pass. No strike. Oh well, it’s hard to know what a strike would be, anyway. Or why a strike is an appropriate reaction to chemical warfare. It reminds me of ineffective parents trying to discipline children who really don’t care if they’re punished at all. But these are civilizations. These are whole peoples. In some cosmic accounting system, they probably actually matter.

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