Rachel Lucas is on fire these days….here’s part of a brilliant post that says it all for you pacifists:
And now I’ll go sit in my comfy chair in my comfy house and watch my big TV while I eat steak and drink Coke. John and I will talk about bombs falling thousands of miles away, but outside our door we’ll only hear our neighbor’s lawnmower and some kids playing on a trampoline. Then we’ll go to sleep in silence and peace in our big, soft, flannel-sheeted bed with fluffy pillows. In the morning, we’ll wake up to the sound of an alarm clock, have some coffee, take nice hot showers with good-smelling soap, and catch up on the latest war news. We’ll feed the dogs and throw the Frisbee for them a few times. John will then go to work at the job he likes very much, and I’ll ride my bike down the hill to my college classes, where I’ll learn about computers and World War II in nice big classrooms. When I come home, I’ll do some things on my computer that result in a paycheck, while sitting in my safe little house with birds chirping outside the window. A few telemarketers will call, asking me if I’ve considered life insurance. I’ll eat a sandwich for lunch while I watch the news, and though I’ll get angry and worried about what I see, I’ll quickly go back to my work, making neat things happen with fancy software. Ever so often, I’ll check the news sites for war updates, and will probably write something on my blog about it. Then I’ll eat a snack and do some homework, maybe play with my dogs again. Then John will come home and the whole thing will be repeated, in the middle of this giant American city at the start of springtime.
And it’s all so ridiculously absurd and surreal. I know this much is true: If you are anywhere in America right now, and your life even remotely resembles what I just described, you should feel profoundly grateful for every single moment of your existence, to the point where you can barely comprehend the magnitude of your own good fortune.


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