When I was 13, I sat in the Benn Theatre in south Philadelphia, back in the days when they showed the "movie-tone" news clips before the feature show. At the height of the Korean War, the Communists were committing all kinds of barbarous acts, stuff I never dreamed of. The Army newsreels showed us the Korean villages with kids, women, old people shot dead, bodies stack up like chord wood, all lined up in a row, 20 feet, 30 feet long, as high as your waist.
Dead bodies, all dressed in white linen, blood stains everywhere, little kids, riddled with bullet holes. These bastards didn't care who they killed, young girls - dead, shot in the head. Old grandmothers - clothes ripped off of them, cut up, shot in the head.
Some of our soldiers were crying it was so awful. Our soldiers were THERE, trying to help, trying to rescue them from the barbaric slaughter.
Flash forward 60 years, we have a chief golfer who sits on his hands now with a whole town full of Christians surrounded by animals with guns, who openly threaten to do the same to 50,000 people.
The same thing. We do what our military chiefs laughingly call pin prick air strikes. They even make jokes about it. " No more deadly than dropping hand grenades."
And our chief? He goes GOLFING, HE GOES TO FUND RAISING. And he meets his saviour, he will have to answer for this.
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