It's not war
It's an orgiastic festival of bloody human sacrifice
How dare you call it “war”?
How dare you euphemize?
Mass murder is not “war”. It’s fucking murder.
Mass rape is not “war”. It’s fucking rape.
Mass mayhem is not “war”. It’s violent chaos created by the very same people who promised you protection from chaos if you’d just obey their “law and order”—the very “law and order” they manipulate as pretext to foment “war”.
Mass destruction is not “war”. It’s demolition in preparation for profit whores to invade and “rebuild”.
How dare you fucking euphemize psychosis!
How dare you fucking euphemize human sacrifice.
What the fuck do you think “war” is, anyway?
It’s a massive orgy. A celebration of death-dealing and monstrous darkness. A lascivious inebriation, “drunk with the blood of the saints”.
And who are the saints?
Our children.
You murder-rapist-mayhem-destroyers: YOU WANT TO MURDER OUR CHILDREN AND CALL IT “SACRIFICE”.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you.
The whole world would be far, far better off if you just vaporized.
Or burned.
May you, all murder-rape-mayhem-destruction mongers, die soon—very, very soon—so that whatever remains of the humans devoured inside you can be freed from you piles of head-fucked shit.
Perfect!
Thank-you for calling out these euphemisms and self-righteous hypocrisy. There is no justification for the international cult of mass rape and murder. The attendance at Trump's recent parade of mass murder is a testament to the hopelessness of trying to change the worship of violence.