“Patriotism is nationalism, and always leads to war.”

— Helen Caldicott, Share via Whatsapp

“May God have mercy for my enemies because I won t.”

— George S. Patton Jr., Share via Whatsapp

“Let my country die for me.”

— James Joyce, Ulysses, Share via Whatsapp

“Fortune favours the brave, sir, said Carrot cheerfully. Good. Good. Pleased to hear it, captain. What is her position vis a vis heavily armed, well prepared and excessively manned armies? Oh, no–one s ever heard of Fortune favouring them, sir. According to General Tacticus, it s because they favour themselves, said Vimes. He opened the battered book. Bits of paper and string indicated his many bookmarks. In fact, men, the general has this to say about ensuring against defeat when outnumbered, out–weaponed and outpositioned. It is... he turned the page, Don t Have a Battle. Sounds like a clever man, said Jenkins. He pointed to the yellow horizon. See all that stuff in the air? he said. What do you think that is? Mist? said Vimes. Hah, yes. Klatchian mist! It s a sandstorm! The sand blows about all the time. Vicious stuff. If you want to sharpen your sword, just hold it up in the air. Oh. And it s just as well because otherwise you d see Mount Gebra. And below it is what they call the Fist of Gebra. It s a town but there s a bloody great fort, walls thirty feet thick. s like a big city all by itself. s got room inside for thousands of armed men, war elephants, battle camels, everything. And if you saw that, you d want me to turn round right now. Whats your famous general got to say about it, eh? I think I saw something... said Vimes. He flicked to another page. Ah, yes, he says, After the first battle of Sto Lat, I formulated a policy which has stood me in good stead in other battles. It is this: if the enemy has an impregnable stronghold, see he stays there. That s a lot of help, said Jenkins. Vimes slipped the book into a pocket. So, Constable Visit, there s a god on our side, is there? Certainly, sir. But probably also a god on their side as well? Very likely, sir. There s a god on every side. Let s hope they balance out, then.”

— Terry Pratchett, Jingo, Share via Whatsapp

“War is a horribly fascinating thing.”

— Robert Sherrod, Share via Whatsapp

“In order to do good, you may have to engage in evil”

— Robert S. McNamara, Share via Whatsapp

“A woman sees war differently.”

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters, Share via Whatsapp

“War would end if the dead could return.”

— Stanley Baldwin, Share via Whatsapp

“Wer davonläuft kann später kämpfen.”

— Menander, Share via Whatsapp

“For no one makes aggresive war unless he excepts to win”

— Robert A. Taft, Share via Whatsapp

“delete the word War .rest is peace”

— litymunshi, Share via Whatsapp

“Do you think it s possible for an entire nation to be insane?”

— Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment, Share via Whatsapp

“It doesn t make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who s dead.”

— Joseph Heller, Catch-22, Share via Whatsapp

“It is love and reason, I said, fleeing from all the madness of war.”

— H.G. Wells, A Dream of Armageddon, Share via Whatsapp

“Their Silver war is being paid for in Red blood.”

— Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen, Share via Whatsapp

“Love is hate War is Peace No is Yes And we re all free.”

— Tracy Chapman, Share via Whatsapp

“What is so often said about the solders of the 20th century is that they fought to make us free. Which is a wonderful sentiment and one witch should evoke tremendous gratitude if in fact there was a shred of truth in that statement but, it s not true. It s not even close to true in fact it s the opposite of truth. There s this myth around that people believe that the way to honor deaths of so many of millions of people; that the way to honor is to say that we achieved some tangible, positive, good, out of their death s. That s how we are supposed to honor their deaths. We can try and rescue some positive and forward momentum of human progress, of human virtue from these hundreds of millions of death s but we don t do it by pretending that they d died to set us free because we are less free; far less free now then we were before these slaughters began. These people did not die to set us free. They did not die fighting any enemy other than the ones that the previous deaths created. The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their proper names. Solders are paid killers, and I say this with a great degree of sympathy to young men and women who are suckered into a life of evil through propaganda and the labeling of heroic to a man in costume who kills for money and the life of honor is accepting ordered killings for money, prestige, and pensions. We create the possibility of moral choice by communicating truth about ethics to people. That to me is where real heroism and real respect for the dead lies. Real respect for the dead lies in exhuming the corpses and hearing what they would say if they could speak out; and they would say: If any ask us why we died tell it s because our fathers lied, tell them it s because we were told that charging up a hill and slaughtering our fellow man was heroic, noble, and honorable. But these hundreds of millions of ghosts encircled the world in agony, remorse will not be released from our collective unconscious until we lay the truth of their murders on the table and look at the horror that is the lie; that murder for money can be moral, that murder for prestige can be moral. These poor young men and woman propagandized into an undead ethical status lied to about what is noble, virtuous, courageous, honorable, decent, and good to the point that they re rolling hand grenades into children s rooms and the illusion that, that is going to make the world a better place. We have to stare this in the face if we want to remember why these people died. They did not die to set us free. They did not die to make the world a better place. They died because we are ruled by sociopaths. The only thing that can create a better world is the truth is the virtue is the honor and courage of standing up to the genocidal lies of mankind and calling them lies and ultimate corruptions. The trauma and horrors of this century of staggering bloodshed of the brief respite of the 19th century. This addiction to blood and the idea that if we pour more bodies into the hole of the mass graves of the 20th century, if we pour more bodies and more blood we can build some sort of cathedral to a better place but it doesn t happen. We can throw as many young men and woman as we want into this pit of slaughter and it will never be full. It will never do anything other than sink and recede further into the depths of hell. We can’t build a better world on bodies. We can’t build peace on blood. If we don t look back and see the army of the dead of the 20th century calling out for us to see that they died to enslave us. That whenever there was a war the government grew and grew. We are so addicted to this lie. What we need to do is remember that these bodies bury us. This ocean of blood that we create through the fantasy that violence brings virtue. It drowns us, drowns our children, our future, and the world. When we pour these endless young bodies into this pit of death; we follow it.”

— Stefan Molyneux, Share via Whatsapp