Gooder Vs. Goodest: The Movie (On Page)

It's 4am and I've to work in 3 hours, but the clock beats steadily like a pretentious metaphor you've just discovered the pleasure of reading. I'm a good guy. The opposite of which would be an evil guy. The eternal struggle between my goodness and my enemy's badness is inherent in my being. My goodness causes me to understand that those with differing opinions naturaly represent badness, sadness, madness. This causes them to become spiteful and be overcome with hate. I hate them for that. I hate them so deeply. The bad guys. For their hate. I'm color blind and my enemy is simply the black to my white. Hell to my Heaven. Heresy to my Holiness. I will proudly die for my ignorance.

Woe are we, the good, the bad, the relative, the perspective, the dead.

Oh, man.


The above post, I should mention, is an example of the way I can most closely interpret the attitude about war by those fighting. The attitudes of those driving war are much more based in their pocketbooks. So the serfs, duped by their kings, continue to kill and die for a flag made in a sweatshop in another nation.