[b]Viet Thanh Nguyen
Wars never die, I said. They just go to sleep.[/b]
It’s not called the war economy for nothing.
Love is being able to talk to someone else without effort, without hiding, and at the same time to feel absolutely comfortable not saying a word.
Sure, I tried that once.
Here was one representative example of Richard Hedd’s highly esteemed Asian Communism and the Oriental Mode of Destruction: The Vietnamese peasant will not object to the use of airpower, for he is apolitical, interested only in feeding himself and his family. Bombing his village will of course upset him, but the cost is outweighed ultimately by how airpower will persuade him that he is on the wrong side if he chooses communism, which cannot protect him.
Next up: the postmodern rendition.
Some might say I was seeing things, but the true optical illusion was in seeing others and oneself as undivided and whole, as if being in focus was more real than being out of focus. We thought our reflection in the mirror was who we truly were, when how we saw ourselves and how others saw us was often not the same.
Needless to say, that’s only the start of it for me.
This feat I also had no idea how to accomplish, but ignorance had never stopped me from taking action before.
After all, how many times is this really the only option?
As Hegel said, tragedy was not the conflict between right and wrong but right and right, a dilemma none of us who wanted to participate in history could escape. The major had the right to live, and I was right to kill him.
I know, Mr. Objectivist: You still don’t get it.